This is just a stereotypical "I have not died / vanished" Authors note. After my absence, however, I do feel the need to update you guys on some things.
I was working on a few updates for the story, however, I had some computer problems and the files were corrupted and I couldn't recover them. RIP me.
Then… well, life got hectic. I had school and work, back to back and no days off and to myself to focus on any writing of any kind. Which was very difficult, because I did have a lot of ideas for this fanfiction as well as a legitimate fantasy book I am trying to get down on paper.
As if that wasn't stressful enough, my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and since that moment most of my attention has been focused on him and taking care of him.
In lighter news and despite those things stressing me out, I have got a full time job, I am taking online classes so I am not having to drive everywhere, and my schedule is about to seriously even out.
What I plan on is re-writing this, so chapters are going to be reposted hopefully every other week at least, but I am going to try to shoot for every week since I should easily have the time to do so.
Since I have been gone however, I decided to do something and post yet another lemon. This is technically a scene between two OC's of mine for the book series I am trying to write, but the character reminds me of Vilkas. So I changed the names for some Vilkas and Heather smut to tide you guys over till I really get to updating again!
Hopefully Chapter 1 will be reposted soon :D!
Enjoy!
Vilkas gave Heather a blank stare as she stood before him, unsure of what to feel. She had caught him off guard after being MIA for so long. He wasn't sure if he was angry, happy, relieved that she was back…. His mind was flooded with emotions he wasn't sure on how to act upon.
Heather looked uneasy. Vilkas opened the door and the moment her eyes locked on his, she found herself at a loss for words she was sure she had a grip on before she showed up on his doorstep. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and spoke softly, the only things she could seem to say was "Vilkas…"
He moved then. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms in a long, warm, and tight hug. His fingers laced through her hair and he let out a possessive growl as he buried his nose into her neck and inhaled deeply. Heather was quick to return the hug, melting under his warm and familiar touch the moment it happened. She held back tears and she nuzzled his upper chest, letting out a soft sigh and whine as she clung to him.
They said nothing, he pulled her into his home, walls finally shielding her from the cold winter air. She looked up at him as he pulled the door closed behind her, their eyes only locking for a second before his lips found hers in a hot and lingering kiss.
He pulled her with him in almost a needy manner, stumbling as they blindly felt along a familiar path towards his bedroom. She tugged at his overgrown and unkempt black hair, feeling his hot breath trail down her neck in kisses, bites, and stubble brushing her skin. She shivered and let out soft moans, her eyes opening and closing as she halfheartedly payed attention to where they were going, eventually finding her legs around him as he carried her the rest of the way to his room.
She tugged at his shirt, pulling it off him as he pinned her to a wall. He pawed her and groaned as she bite his neck, one hand tightening its grip on her hip. He found himself grinding against her, both of them panting and mewling, soft noises of pleasure and longing escaping them both. Her lips found his once more, and they lost themselves in it, breaking only for air or to remove clothing.
Vilkas peeled them from the wall and carried her to his bed, laying her on it, contrary to his normal playful toss. She looked at him, nervous now, because she knew this action was different, she went to speak, to break the silence between them, but he caught her lips in a kiss, taking his position above her.
He always had adored how submissive she was, but now was different. She wasn't the only one who was exposed this time. He had never properly worshipped her body, he had never properly made love to her, he had never exposed himself that way to her. His physical actions had never actually made any emotional statements, never tied in with how he felt. He was promptly planning to change that.
He pulled away, breaking their kiss for a mere moment, his eyes locking on hers. Two silver orbs were staring back at him with fondness he had never taken a moment to notice. He wondered how many times he looked back at her the same way and if she even cared to notice.
Heather tangled her hands in his hair, she looked up at him noticing a new scar, her fingertips touching around the scar on his cheek area with a gentleness he had not expected. She leaned up and kissed him gently, which he returned.
His return kiss was gentle at first, but slowly became more passionate. Them seemed to fluidly alternate between following, leading, gentle and rough, focusing on the sounds the other as the kissed, touched, melted into one another.
Vilkas focused on her gasps, her pants, her soft moans as she moved under him. They found themselves in their own world, with nothing but each other, and both wanted the moment to last. They both longed to draw out the process, holding on to the moment they were in in a way they had never done before.
Heather and Vilkas were both lost in time, not sure how little or how long it had been since it began. Vilkas had made his way down and back up her body multiple times now, biting, kissing, and marking her, loving her in a way she hadn't ever expected from him. Favors which she eagerly returned, focusing on his soft growls, pants, gasps, and mewls of her name. Her name was his mantra, and his name was hers.
Eventually she found herself in his lap, letting out soft gasps between kisses as his hands roamed her back, the curve of her waist. Eventually warmth enveloped him, Vilkas letting a soft sigh in response when they did finally join.
He kissed her as they both moved, not one of them dominating the other, neither of them knowing where they ended and the other began. He echoed her noises and she echoed his, eventually finding herself on her back, him above her once more, whispering softly to her as he moved, eventually taking control, and making good on his promise to himself to show her how he felt.
Heather was putty under him once she finally understood his actions, melting, and letting him have her, letting him expose himself to her in such an intimate way. He held her close once she reached her high, letting out a soft cry as he took her over the edge, gasping softly as he tumbled over it with her.
His lips found her neck as he peppered it in soft kisses, feeling her nuzzle his head as he did, she inhaled deeply and she breathed softly "I love you Vilkas…"
"I love you too, Heather…" He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but the way she tightened her hold around him he was more than certain his companion heard him. He continued his weak assault on her neck, his body intertwined with hers, and he hoped to remained tangled with her as long as possible, longed for no one to pull them apart. Such a simple desire was almost a need for him after her being gone for so long.
I know its short, But I didn't want to leave y'all with nothing.
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