Moon Dripping in the Forest Sea
By SMYGO4EVA
Everything was so uncertain. No one was sure if they would see another sunrise, if these small moments of rest would come to a swift end, by a sword's edge, stained in dark red blood.
The night came, and everyone else slept in their tents, a long day of travel ahead of them. Not everyone, though, felt like falling into slumber just yet.
Yona walked towards Hak, grasping his hand, her eyes firm. Hak turned to her, and he nodded, letting her take the lead.
They didn't need to say anything, as it was best for them to meet and converge while awake. It was all the better for yearning to take root, under the cover of darkness.
Deep into the forest, far from the others, but not out of reach…
Yona led Hak to the shadowy, looming tree that stood firm, rooted for what appeared to be thousands of years. Flowers of many colors carpeted the tree roots, still in the moonlight. She held his hand tightly, as if she never wanted to let go, not now or ever. Hak felt the same.
They walked closer to the tree, the darkened shades perfect. They felt roving eyes upon them, perhaps from the creatures of the night, lurking and in wait, but that did not matter to them.
Yona smiled, and she gave Hak another nod, letting him know that it was alright. They could do what they wanted now.
Hak held onto Yona's hand, and without hesitation, he pulled her towards him, his arms around her. Such warmth, such heat, Yona no longer felt the cold night air. She felt her heart soar when Hak laid his eyes upon her, steel, but soft and kind.
Yona leaned in close, tilted her head, and captured his lips with her own. She lifted her arms to drape them upon his broad shoulders. He deepened the kiss, with Yona moaning in his mouth, sending desire straight to his loins. Hak lifted Yona, his arms around her waist, and moved to sit upon the dewy grass, placing her upon his lap.
Yona pulled away slowly, catching her breath, her face bright red, and the unmistakable heat blossoming under her dress. Hak breathed raggedly, warm all over, with a noticeable bulge tenting his trousers.
Yona couldn't help but smile at him, her eyes lidded, desire and arousal teeming. Hak could only gaze at her, with desire equal in measure. She lifted up her dress, revealing herself, naked and ready for him. She moved to straddle Hak's waist, and he needed not another word, as he untucked himself, his hardness prodding at the seam of her thighs.
She opened herself, fingers glistening, her aching core waiting. She moved slowly, quivering as he slipped inside and steadied her, his strong hands cradling her backside. Yona gasped, and Hak grunted, as she moved her hips rhythmically, her mouth pressed hot into his neck.
"Please, Hak, stay with me, please," Yona whispered, heatedly, almost urgently, her lips close to his ear. Even as she moved on top of him, she knew his answer, with him thrusting up into her, gently first, but then swiftly.
"Yona, yes, yes, I will, for all time, Yona," Hak murmured, his voice ragged and his breath hot, and he moved in and out of her, her whimpers music to his ears.
Within moments, they felt such pleasure crest in waves, and they held onto each other tight. Yona muffled her sharp, pleasured cry in his neck, with Hak joining her, gasping out, his release filling her.
The night was still dark, but Yona and Hak held onto each other, the shared ecstasy fading slowly. These moments, now so far and few, those were theirs and theirs alone.
(A/N: This was my first time writing for Yona of the Dawn, so forgive me if there are some character inconsistencies.)
