A/N: This takes place after Nap, but is in no way essential to the story. Just a lil' fluff before the smut.

Dangerous
Chapter Four: Some Proper Moonshadow Hospitality

The sun hung low in the sky as Rayla made her way through the familiar paths of the Silvergrove, greeting those she knew along the way. She had just finished training and was drenched in dirt and sweat, her hair pulled up in a messy bun.

She was glad that they had reversed the ghosting spell. Despite the pleas of Ethari, the elders had refused at first. Lives were lost, they had argued, an oath betrayed.

It was Lujanne who, as a Moon Mage and the Guardian of the Moon Nexus, had vouched first for Rayla. With a quick Historia Viventum spell, she was able to show the elders what exactly happened during the mission and the journey back to Xadia.

But even that wasn't enough. They only agreed, begrudgingly, to rescind the spell when no less than the Dragon Queen herself mediated on Rayla's behalf, as well as her parents'. Zym chirped in too, in his tiny baby dragon voice, which she appreciated all the same.

She made a beeline for her house, just below Ethari's workshop on a hill. When she entered, she found a sandwich and a pitcher of still-cold water – probably chilled by Callum's magic – waiting for her on the center table. She picked up a note that sat next to the food.

'Training always makes you hungry. Don't forget to eat,' it read.

She downed a glass of water and took a bite out of the sandwich. Moonberry jelly, crumbly Starnuts, and a drizzle of honey on toasted bread. She smiled inwardly. Only he knew how to make her favorite snack just the way she liked it.

She munched as she walked to her room, humming to herself as she went. It was sweet that Callum kept leaving sweet little notes for her like this, though she'd much rather see her dumb, human prince instead.

Rayla had seen very little of him in the past two weeks. Ethari had agreed to help him craft an elven-forged mage staff, and they'd been cooped up in Ethari's workshop since.

She tried to remember, with little success, if there was a longer time they had been apart, and realized that they had always been together since the battle at the Storm Spire.

She would pop in unannounced at the workshop from time to time, trying to get a sneak peek at their little project, but Callum was able to hide his little project from her every time, saying that he wanted it to be a surprise when he finally showed her. She'd huffed and pouted, but ultimately relented. At least he and Ethari were bonding.

It warmed Rayla's heart that Callum and Ethari had grown quite close during the past few years. And she was thankful that the two people she loved most truly enjoyed each other's company.

She supposed that that was Callum's influence. He had the uncanny ability to connect with most everyone. Ethari even admitted that though he liked that in Callum, it was his unerring need to do what is right that earned his respect.

It helps that they're both loveable dorks, she thought as she entered her room. She tugged at the red scarf at her neck. Scarf dorks.

As she finished the last of her sandwich and prepared to shower, she thought it was high time that she showed the prince some proper Moonshadow hospitality.

She heard Callum stumble through the front door shortly after Ethari had retired to his room for the night. She could just imagine him trying to keep quiet as he tiptoed to his room.

But a Moonshadow elf, he was not. His muted footsteps cut through the quiet of the night. Moonshadow homes were modest and intimate, and the house was small enough that most sounds could be heard throughout the whole residence.

It amused her that Callum was the prince and High Mage of Katolis, the first human mage to connect to a Primal Source, and no less than a hero of the war... and he was sneaking into a cramped Moonshadow guestroom.

She heard him make a quick stop to his room to grab a towel and a change of clothes before slipping into the bathing room. He shed his clothes as he walked to the shower. He was distracted, lost in his thoughts as the warm water hit him. He closed his eyes, sighing as steam rose and clouded the bathroom.

He was reaching for the shampoo and almost gave a yelp when four-fingered hands snaked from behind and pulled him back into a warm body. Soft mounds pressed onto his back and her hands started to slide up and down the length of his body, before settling on his cock.

Rayla caressed his manhood deftly, coaxing it to rise half-mast even as the warm water continued to fall on them.. Her fingers encircled him at the base and began stroking.

"Mmm…Troublemaker…" he groaned.

"Have fun at the workshop?" she murmured into his ear, and he gave a shudder.

Rayla continued to pump his now fully erect member while pressing kisses to his back. She tasted salt on his skin, evidence of his sweat from his labor during the day. She picked random spots and began to nip, making him jump slightly. When she was satisfied that there were enough red marks all over his back, she turned him around.

And he came face to face with a very hot and very horny elf.

She stared up at him for one breathless moment. And then his lips descended on hers, claiming her own in a hard kiss. He pulled her towards him, growling as he felt her slippery body slide against his.

His kiss was hungry and insistent, lighting her body aflame. It overloaded her senses, and yet she was eager for more. She looped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss and she drowned in the sweet torrent of his lips.

Her tongue swiped at his lower lip before she tugged it with her teeth. She coaxed his own tongue into her mouth and sucked, drawing a noise that rumbled low in his chest.

When they parted, she was left panting, head buzzing, his taste on her tongue. He trailed kisses along her jaw, running his tongue along the shell of her pointed ear.

"Can't say I've been attacked during a shower before," Callum husked against her ear, sending pleasurable shivers shooting up her spine.

"Just your standard Moonshadow welcome," she said breathily as his mouth moved to her other ear. "Just trying to be a good host, of course."

"Of course," he hummed against her ear, but she could feel a knowing smile on his lips as he took her earlobe into his mouth. His hand stroked her back, keeping her flush against him in a slow grind.

Her skin tingled wherever he touched her. It was almost unfair how easily he was able to turn the tables on her. Rayla felt his cock twitch between them and a sly grin spread on her lips.

She grabbed him by the back of his head and slanted another kiss to his lips. It was brief, but enough to draw a moan from him. And then she was gone, trailing kisses from his ear to his neck, where she sucked at his pulse point.

Her hand grasped his length again as she continued downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chiseled chest and toned abs. She nipped at random, leaving red marks all over his torso.

Slowly, Rayla sank to her knees before him. The water sprayed onto his back, allowing her to look up at him, staring into his emerald eyes. There was heat in them, his desire blatant and unrestrained as he stared back at her lavender pools.

With his eyes still fixed on her, she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She traced the veins on his cock and swirled her tongue around his thick head. Her fingers encircled the head of his cock and pressed it back against his stomach. Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to run her tongue along the underside from base to tip.

She held his gaze, making sure that he could see exactly what she was doing. She pushed her lips down on his cock, opening wide as every inch disappeared into her hot mouth. Even after all the times she'd had him, she still marveled at the size of him.

Rayla shifted, fighting her gag reflex as she took all of him into her mouth. Callum peered down at her, her throat full and her nose buried in his pelvis. Slowly, she pulled off of him, kissing the tip before repeating.

She took half of him in and began bobbing her head, building a steady rhythm. Rayla's hand worked the rest of his length, her calluses scraping him pleasantly. He drew a sharp breath as he struggled to focus, fighting to keep from cumming too early.

He tried, desperately, to ingrain every detail into his memory. Her damp silvery hair, her curved horns, her pointed ears, and even the way the ends of her purple markings distorted as her cheeks hollowed with every hard suck.

He clutched at her head to steady himself as she worked. The noises she was making were vulgar, but turned him on to no end. Rayla was relentless as she sensed his release nearing.

She took the head into her mouth and sucked greedily, her hand stroking the rest of his cock with a twisting motion.

"Rayla..!" Callum gasped as he teetered on the edge for one hot moment. And then her cheeks hollowed, sucking as hard as she dared.

He bent over her, shuddering as he came into her sinful mouth in long, hot spurts. His grip tightened almost painfully in her hair, trying to latch onto something – anything - in the waves of mind-numbing pleasure.

Rayla's hand continued to stroke him, slowly squeezing the last of his release. He slapped a hand against the wall, supporting his weight while he stood. When he opened his eyes, he was still panting from the intensity of his climax.

She opened her mouth, showing him his cum pooling at her tongue.

Mine, she told him with her eyes. And, with his eyes still glued to her, she closed her mouth and swallowed.

Sources, this elf was going to be the death of him. But oh, what a way to go.

He helped her to her feet and shut the water off. Droplets fell to the floor as he all but carried her to the bathing room counter. He deposited her onto the counter's edge, facing him.

He leaned over and gave her a deep kiss, groaning as he tasted himself on her tongue. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down her body, swerving to tease and tug at her nipples, drawing soft whimpers from her.

He continued his path, nibbling and suckling as he went. And when he reached her sex, he detoured to nip at the inside of her thighs, marking her pale skin. He inhaled her scent, a spice that was so distinctly Rayla.

He pinched her pink outer lips. Her fluids flowed from her core, and he lapped them up as best as he could. Callum didn't tease her long, knowing they were already both equally aroused.

He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and flattened it. He used his whole head to drag his tongue along her slit, finishing with a flurry of flicks to her clit.

Rayla gave a breathy sigh and Callum flashed her a simmering smirk – a reminder and a silent warning that any noise she might make could be heard throughout the intimate Moonshadow home.

He resumed his ministrations between her legs. She bit back moans that threatened to bubble out of her. She couldn't say she hated having to keep quiet. In fact, it only excited her further that Ethari's room was right across the bathing room.

He stiffened his tongue and pushed it into her as far as it would go, groaning softly as her pussy clamped down immediately.

Her taste spread on his tongue, flooding his senses, intoxicating him. His tongue swirled around her core, seeking every nook and crevice it could reach. Rayla leaned back awkwardly, half on an elbow and half on the mirror behind her.

But she didn't mind, not as long as he kept making her feel this good. She tangled four fingers in his chestnut hair, holding him against her as he continued to work.

He withdrew his tongue, and she nearly protested until he replaced it with his middle finger. She felt the calluses on his finger as it sank into her depths, her soft walls pulling him in to the knuckle.

Callum withdrew and added his ring finger and almost let out a moan. She was incredibly tight and wet. He pumped, building to a steady rhythm he knew she liked.

She closed her eyes and gave another one of those breathy sighs of hers, still aware that she couldn't moan like she normally would.

His mouth closed over her clit, giving it a tentative lick as his digits continued to push in and out of her. His tongue darted around her clit, drawing Skywing runes that he's become so familiar with. He gave the sensitive bud a hard suck and she could barely stifle another moan.

"Sources, Callum…" she breathed.

He lit her every nerve ending ablaze, and she could already feel the pleasure coiling deep inside her, threatening to engulf her entirely. When he added a crooking motion in time to his thrusting fingers, sparks of a million colors danced behind her eyes.

He must have sensed that she was perilously close because his mouth and fingers sped up with renewed vigor, moving in unison in an accelerando as he brought her over the edge.

"That's it, Rayla…yes, come for me…"

Her breathing became ragged. Her toes curled. Her cunt pulsed. Her body jerked. And she couldn't suppress the low moan that spilled out of her as she finally came, shattering completely beneath him.

His fingers stilled inside of her while he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss as he rode out her orgasm. Liquid heat trickled from core as he removed his cramping fingers.

"Sources, you're sexy. I just love seeing you come," he murmured when her breathing returned to normal. She merely hummed in response, still high in a post-climactic haze. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

Her hand wandered to his member, feeling it to be rock hard already. Her eyebrows lifted. She was always amazed at both his stamina and flushed at his invariable fondness for eating her out.

"Need you…" he rasped into her ear, making her shiver. Need and heat laced in his voice, stoking the embers of her desire.

He helped her to her feet, giving her a chaste kiss as he steadied her. Then he spun her around to face the large mirror. The mirror was fogged by steam, and she couldn't tell if it was from the water or their body heat.

Probably both, Rayla mused as she reached out a hand and wiped at the moisture.

Her lilac eyes met his green orbs in the reflection, mirroring the same fire that blazed deep within her.

She saw Callum admiring his handiwork through her reflection and followed his gaze. She was wearing a high flush. Her nipples were taut and distended. Red marks scattered across the smooth column of her neck and shoulders. He nibbled at the juncture of her neck and shoulders, adding a few more.

Her high-necked uniform would cover most of them, but there were strays just under her chin. She would have to wear his scarf to hide them, and it occurred to her that this was probably his intention in the first place.

Maybe this dorky prince could be actually sneaky, after all.

Not that she minded wearing the scarf – she had practically claimed it as her own anyway – but the idea of being his excited her. And she saw in those big green eyes of his that he, in turn, was hers. And hers alone.

She grasped the edge of the counter and bent at the hip, showing him exactly where she wanted him. Callum drew a sharp breath, and she smirked as the sight of her perfect ass momentarily dazed him.

He took a step towards her, aligning himself with her center. Slowly, he sank into her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

She couldn't hold back the thrum that escaped her throat. She loved the size of him and she loved the feeling of having him inside her. Callum was amazed at how her core wrapped around his length, coiling and uncoiling as she got used to the sensation of being filled completely.

He withdrew and pushed in again, keeping his strokes short and shallow. She pushed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. It was easy to get lost in the rhythm they created, rocking together perfectly in sync.

Rayla felt another swell of pleasure at her core, pooling and gathering at the very heart of her. And when he raised a hand and brought it down on her ass in a loud smack, she had to swallow a cry of pained pleasure.

Her eyes widened at him through the mirror as her mind frantically hoped that the sound didn't wake Ethari. But he only did it again in another loud crack on her other cheek. She felt her sex flutter around his cock, greedy and eager for more of the delicious friction.

And yet it excited her, the thrill adding to the sheer eroticism of it all. It made her head spin her mind blanked until she could only focus on the feel of her ass stinging as a red handprint formed on each firm globe.

He wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulling her against him. She threw her head back against his shoulder.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," he whispered hoarsely against her ear. She suddenly struggled to breathe as she found herself on the verge of another powerful orgasm.

It seemed he was just as close as she was, because he grunted when her cunt gave a particularly hard clench. His hand flew to her breast while the other played with her clit as he drove into her repeatedly. Her ass bounced with every thrust, and the bathing room was filled with soft smacking sounds.

"Callum…fuck…" at the erotic image of them in the mirror.

He moved his hand from her breast to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers liberally. Then, he used the same hand to grasp the base of her horns, applying soft pressure as he stroked each ridged horn.

"Say it," he said as he nuzzled her ear. "Say you're mine."

"I'm-ah! Ca-oh! Y-yours, Callum."

He felt something primal inside him, something deep and possessive. It was a longing - a yearning for her. All of her. And she surrendered herself to him completely.

"Rayla…I'm-ungh! close…"

His thrusts became erratic, desperate as he began rubbing furiously at her clit. She tilted her head and angled his face to capture his lips in a searing kiss. It was off-center and a little clumsy, but it helped drown out the little moans that escaped her lips.

Pleasure redounded between them, cresting and crashing over them until finally, they broke, spent as all strength left them. They climaxed together as their bodies quivered and quaked.

They panted as they recovered, hair still damp and skin slick with sweat and fluids. Rayla spun them so that his back was against the counter. She settled between his legs and kissed him lazily in the aftermath of their bliss, all tension gone from her body.

She looped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist. They stayed in that position long after their breathing became steady.

When they pulled away, she trained her purple eyes at him.

"I need a shower," she giggled.

"I didn't even finish my turn," he teased.

She laughed softly, and moved to step into the shower once again. But he caught her wrist and pulled her back to him, hugging her from behind. Rayla didn't fight it, nestling herself in his arms as a sense of belonging washed over her, putting her at ease.

After a while, he murmured something, but she only caught the last of it.

"…mine," she heard him say.

"Silly prince. I'm already yours."

A/N:

Sorry this took me so long to write! Please bear with me, I really do write very slowly. Sigh.

Do Moonshadow homes have showers? Maybe not. The closest evidence I have is that scene of Callum fixing his hair using a basin of water at the Moon Nexus. But hey, magic is everywhere in Xadia, and sprinkle in a little creative license, and voila, showers.

The next chapter will probably be the last! I already have an idea on where I want to take this story. :)