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Sersi was breathless as she leapt and twirled around the fire, guided through the unfamiliar steps of the dance by her partner, a human whose name she had already forgotten. In her defense, half the men in the village had asked to dance with her, and she’d said yes to all of them. She loved celebrating with them like this; it was beautiful to see how much joy they could experience even in their fragile, brutal lives.
Their travels had taken them to a region the locals called Francia, where a nest of Deviants had been terrorizing villages for years. Today, the fighters had destroyed the last of them, and the grateful villagers invited them to attend a celebration in their honor, which Ajak graciously accepted on their behalf.
The riotous feast was well underway, with plenty of eating, drinking and revelry. Kingo had danced with Sersi for a while before joining Gilgamesh in an effort to become utterly drunk, while Thena watched with fond amusement. Sprite was entertaining an enthralled group with her illusions, Ajak and Phastos were deep in discussion, and Makkari and Druig were off in their own little world, as usual.
As for Ikaris…while he loved to dance with her, he didn’t like to dance in front of others, so he’d stayed in his seat. Sersi felt his eyes on her as she danced, and though he smiled whenever she looked back at him, she noticed a kind of nervous tension radiating from him as he picked at the wooden table before him.
Sometimes he was like this, after a battle: anxious and on edge, unable to relax. She thought that perhaps it was difficult for him to transition from the heightened state of combat, where every moment balanced on the knife’s edge between life and death, and any failure on his part could cause death to innocents or harm to their family, back to normal life. Thankfully, she knew exactly how to help him.
So Sersi thanked her partner for the dance and went to her husband. His face lit up as she approached, an expression he saved for her, and he took her proffered hand eagerly.
She led him away from the fire to the outskirts of the village, her body already thrumming with anticipation. They hadn’t been intimate in what felt like ages. Well, truly it had only been a few weeks, but in Sersi’s mind that was far too long. Ikaris seemed to be thinking much the same thing, stroking her wrist and lower arm with his free hand as if he could not resist the lure of her bare skin any longer.
As soon as she knew they were out of sight behind the outermost hut, Sersi shoved Ikaris up against the wall and kissed him fiercely. He met her with equal passion, hands roaming over her and pressing her close. She was so eager for him that she was half-tempted to tear off their clothes and have him right there, but she knew that wasn’t what he needed right now.
She broke the kiss, admiring the flush of color on his cheeks and the way his mouth already seemed bruised from her kisses.
“I watched you today, when you were fighting the Deviants,” she murmured in his ear, heart pounding as her hand slipped down his chest to cup his hardening cock. “Do you want to hear a secret?”
He nodded, breath coming fast as she stroked him through his trousers. But that wasn’t good enough for her-she needed to hear him say it.
Releasing his cock, Sersi reached up and took hold of a fistful of curls, pulling his head to the side so she could nip at the sensitive place where his neck met his shoulder. “Be a good boy for me and use your words, my love.”
She felt him swallow hard, his cock twitching against her. They were always careful not to leave marks in places where the others might see them, but Ikaris loved it when she was a little rough with him.
“Please tell me your secret, Sersi,” he choked out, voice low and desperate.
Sersi smiled, rewarding him for his obedience with a deep kiss, her hands cupping his face. Even now, when she was in control, the sheer depth of her feelings for him was overwhelming. No matter how many times they made love, no matter how many centuries they spent together, it would never be enough for her. He was her heart, her soul, her bright light, and she could not fathom an existence without him.
Without breaking the kiss, she whispered against his lips, “Watching you fight makes me wet.”
They were so close she felt the groan reverberate through him, but he made a heroic effort to sound stern when he retorted, “That’s very flattering, but you shouldn’t have been close enough to see the battle, it’s not safe for you.”
She smiled coquettishly, wondering how long he would maintain the last shreds of his composure. Nothing thrilled her more than watching her powerful husband, usually so composed and dignified, fall apart under her touch.
“I couldn’t help myself. The way you move, how strong you are…it makes me want you so badly. You’re mine, my beautiful Ikaris, my perfect husband. Your purpose isn’t to protect humans from Deviants, you were made for me, to love me and satisfy me and keep me warm at night.”
Sersi rose onto her toes, pressing herself flush against him as she kissed and licked the sharp line of his jaw, making him tremble and pant. “Besides, I know you would never let anything happen to me. I trust you to keep me safe.”
At her words Ikaris moaned, grasping at her dress with eager hands, and she wondered if he would tear it off her in his desperation to touch her skin. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.
But she wasn’t sure she wanted that tonight, at least not right at that moment. As delightful as it was to rile him up until he lost control and fucked her so thoroughly that neither of them could remember their own names, they were in a human village, with their nosy family celebrating nearby.
So she peeled his hands off her and pinned them against the wall behind him. He made no effort to break free from her grasp, his eyes eager and fixed on her.
“You’re so powerful. You tear Deviants apart with your bare hands, you’re the strongest of us all. Everywhere we go, people think you’re some kind of god...and yet, deep down, all you want is for me to tell you what to do so you can be my good boy. Mine.”
He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a moan, and Sersi surged up to catch it between her teeth. The desperate, needy sound he made sent a rush of heat through her, and she was panting as she commanded, “Say it, Ikaris. Tell me what you are and who you belong to.”
“I’m yours, Sersi,” his familiar words tugged at her heart, making her feel tender despite her lust, “and I’m your good boy.”
Sersi pulled back a little, and her husband made a soft sound of disappointment until he realized that she was peeling off her dress.
“Sersi, please-” He reached for her again, but she batted his hands away as she sank to her knees in the soft grass.
“No. You said it yourself, you’re mine, and you’re going to be good for me. So let me take care of you now.”
Carefully she tugged his trousers down, letting herself appreciate his beautiful cock for a moment before she took him in her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, but he was careful not to tug too hard even as he babbled incoherent words of praise and adoration. Sersi had overheard enough human couples to know that they often called out to their gods in the throes of passion. It made sense to her when they worshipped love goddesses or at least deities who wed, but nowadays it seemed that their gods were celibate, so she couldn’t understand bringing them into matters of the flesh.
Ikaris had never gasped out invocations to Ishtar or Aphrodite when they were together. He only ever said her name, as a whisper or a groan or sometimes even a shout, yet still a prayer in its own way. She was his god, and he worshipped her with more fervor than the most devout human ever could.
Sersi felt the strong muscles of his thighs quiver beneath her hands, and she knew he was close. His body was as familiar to her as her own, yet she was certain she would never tire of him. She pulled back, but kept working him with her hands as she looked up at him. She loved watching his face in the moments before he came, the way he scrunched up his nose and squeezed his eyes tight. It was incredibly erotic yet also somehow endearing.
But she wanted those beautiful eyes on her as he finished, so she commanded, “Look at me, Ikaris.”
He obeyed, and at the sight of her kneeling before him, mouth open and breasts bare, came with a ragged groan. Sersi smiled as he spilled onto her, splattering her face and body with his release. She loved this, loved wearing the mark of his desire on her skin after she reduced him to a being of raw, quivering desire.
His entire body was trembling as he stroked her face, eyes full of reverence as he smeared his spend across her skin. When he ran his thumb through a particularly large drop on her lower lip, he hesitated for a moment, and without thinking she parted her lips to draw his finger into her mouth and suck it clean. She might never completely understand why it was he needed this, but she would always happily give it to him.
Ikaris sank to his knees and melted into her, resting his head on her shoulder and letting her hold him as he cried. Sersi ran her hands in soothing strokes along his back, his head, his face, murmuring gentle words as he came back down. The sensation of his spend cooling on her skin, mixed with sweat and his tears, was not terribly pleasant, but she ignored it for now.
Gradually his shaking slowed, then stopped, and when he pulled away, he was smiling again.
When she spoke again, her voice was back to normal, not commanding or seductive.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes, thank you, Sersi. You’re so…I don’t know what I would do without you.”
He was relaxed now, loose and entirely at ease with her, and even though she still thrummed with desire, it was still satisfying for her.
“Well, it’s a good thing you’ll never have to be without me.”
When he kissed her, he must have tasted himself on her lips, because it was only then he seemed to realize the mess he’d made all over her. Instantly he became contrite. “Sersi, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize-”
But before he could even finish his sentence, Sersi twisted her fingers, sending a wave of golden energy flowing over her skin. She shivered a little as his release transformed into delicate white flowers that tumbled down her body into the grass. Ikaris caught one and tucked it in her hair, a wicked expression on his face, and it took all of her self-control not to pounce on him.
Instead she said, “We need to get dressed and thank the villagers for hosting us, it would be terribly rude to leave without saying goodbye. Then I want you to take me somewhere far away so we can ravage each other without scaring the humans.”