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G’raha was hardly a stranger to base desire, as much as he cloaked that fact from most.
He was the Exarch to many and a fellow Scion to others. He was these things and more to the Warrior of Light, a truth that he would cherish to his last breath. To be granted the safekeeping of her heart felt simple, yet in some ways, far grander than any station his Allagan blood could have bestowed upon him.
Lilith perched atop him, bringing up a free hand to cradle his face. G’raha couldn’t help but lean into her touch, a purr rising in his chest.
“Raha.”
“Hm?”
The red-haired Mi’qote looked up at her, swallowing hard at her intent gaze. She pressed the pad of her thumb against his bottom lip, leaning close to his ear. He flicked it reflexively, as her warm breath fanned across the sensitive skin.
“Can I sit on your face?”
Oh, how he desperately wished he was donning his hooded robes. Perhaps then, the flush that bloomed along his neck and face would be at least a little less obvious. But under Lilith’s molten gaze, none of it went unnoticed.
“O-of course—”
“On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“Oh? Are you sure?” she said, a devious glint in her eye. “Even if I said you couldn’t touch me or yourself while I did?”
“I-I can control myself, Lilith,” he scoffed, though he knew his efforts to convince her otherwise were for naught. “I am the Crystal Exarch after all.”
She hummed in response, planting a kiss against his mouth before gently pushing him down.
“We’ll just have to see about that then, my mighty Exarch.”
Her thighs straddled either side of his face and the scent of her arousal was enough to make his own cock twitch in his smallclothes. She was so close, so bared to him. All G’raha wanted was to be overwhelmed by her until she was all he could see, hear, touch, and taste. But he gripped the sheets below him, all but determined to be good, to be good for her.
“Ready?”
“Mhm.”
“And if it’s too much, just signal to me, okay? I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.”
G’raha let out a breathy laugh. But he would be lying if he said the gesture didn’t make his heart feel full, make him feel loved. Lilith smiled softly, brushing her knuckles against his cheek one last time before easing herself down on his face. He hungrily lapped at the wetness that had already gathered along her folds, the arousal dribbling from his mouth and down his chin.
“Oh… R-raha…” she mewled from above him.
Lilith rocked down against his mouth, his nose bumping into her the sensitive bundle of nerves. The red-haired Mi’qote dipped his tongue along the ring of muscle around her entrance and he suddenly felt a tug at his scalp. While it stung, it wasn’t terribly unpleasant. If anything, it made his grip on the sheets even tighter. G’raha repeated the motion again, this time, alternating between drinking her in and nosing at her clit. It only took a little longer for his lover to reach her climax, of which he did his utmost to savor before she eased herself off of him. Lilith shuffled so that she could sit beside him, panting and flushed.
“Mm, you were so good for me…” she purred, her voice rough from residual lust. “So I’ll reward you just as good, my darling.”
“Please, please let me touch you.”
The Warrior of Light tutted at him, waggling a finger at him teasingly.
“Patience, Raha. I’ll be just a minute. And don’t forget, you still can’t touch yourself while I fetch my reward for you. If you do, I’ll know.”
Had his mind been any less addled with thoughts of relief, G’raha would argue that she would not know. Of course, he knew the reward would be well worth his obedience. But the thought did little to ease the desire that swirled deep within his gut, making the passing few minutes nigh unbearable for him.
When she finally returned, she was completely nude save for the dildo strapped on to her hips. He squirmed where he sat, trying to quash the surge of need that arose. Lilith gestured for him to turn around and he scrambled to poise himself on the bed on all fours. She trailed a finger down his spine, humming in satisfaction at the way he shivered under her touch.
“You’ve been so good, my darling…” she murmured, fingers dipping into his hole.
G’raha nearly crumpled from the sensation of her fingers inside him, his hips only held up by her other hand. Perhaps not wanting him to come from her touch alone, she made quick work of her preparations and slowly pushed into him. Once she was completely sheathed, she pulled back out about halfway before slamming back into him. Soon enough, the pace became punishing and a particularly well-angled thrust against his prostate pulled a lewd moan out of the Exarch.
“Raha,” she breathed out, both hands on his hips now to keep him steady. “Raha, you always sing so sweetly for me.”
“Only for you,” he panted, a grunt punctuating his words. “Only ever for you.”
G’raha lied on his back, an arm swung over his eyes and his chest heaving.
“Raha,” she cooed, settling on the bed next to him. “Everything okay?”
“Mmph.”
The sound of her laughter moved the Exarch to roll over and sit up. Lilith brushed a lock of red hair out of his face with a soft smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on either cheek. She nuzzled her face into his neck, a barely audible purr rumbling in her throat. G’raha rested his head against hers. He interlaced his fingers with hers, warmth spreading in his chest like a slow-burning fire. But this fire... he thought this fire was one he wouldn’t mind letting consume him, body and soul whole.