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There was a knock at the door. Mercy looked over her shoulder with a thoughtful frown. She wasn't expecting anyone this late in the evening and as such she had been staring at the moon while contemplating the next moves to be made. One of her favourite ways to pass the time.
The knock sounded once more. Mercy finally moving to answer it, blinking owlishly at who she found on the other side.
Clad in a simple shirt and slacks was Estinien Varlineau. Mercy's shock soon turned to warmth. The sight of the Dragoon a welcome one.
"I hope you don't mind?" Came the gruff yet warm voice of the Elezen before her. "Alphinaud and Alisiae were of a mind to have a sleep over. I gave them the slip as they went for snacks." He stepped into the room proper and made for the open window. He turned back with a sly yet playful grin.
"If they come looking, you never saw me" His booted foot coming to rest on the window railing. Estinien turns to jump but Mercy calls to him.
"Estinien, wait!" The Dragoon stills and slowly looks back to the Miqo'te. The woman has her hand outstretched towards him and her mouth open as she pants softly. Estinien steps back from the ledge.
"Mercy? Are you well?" His voice is softer than she has ever heard it before. Mercys shoulders sag as her arm falls to her side. It's a full minute of silence before she shakes her head.
"I... Uh... It's... I feel silly. I'm the Warrior of Light...I...I'm not supposed to falter...but...I am scared Estinien. Scared that I won't come back from this adventure. Scared that I will lose all whom I hold dear." She turns to close the door softly before leaning her forehead against the cool wood with a soft thud and a deep sigh. Estinien makes his way back into the room, towards her, before laying a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
"Warrior of Light or no you have as much right to doubt as any one of us. You carry so much that even you need to let go and rest." He tells the white haired woman with a tenderness few have ever heard from him.
Mercy raises a hand to lay over his before turning to face the erstwhile Dragoon.
"I have been scared many times before. Faced death, gods and hardship aplenty but this... This is far more tangible. Part of me wants to leave you all and do this alone. Even though I know you all wouldn't let me. She chuckles softly at this. "But then I feel even worse at the thought of possibly never seeing you again. Is... Is that selfish of me?" Mercy looks up to Estinien with wide amethyst eyes, her question sincere. Estinien shakes his head.
"No Mercy. Tis not selfish to want family around you." There's a flash of something in his eyes that gives Mercy pause.
"Wh-What if the feeling is more than family." She whispers taking a step closer to the Dragoon. Her hand still on his keeping them connected.
His eyes widen as he takes the woman before him in. All the times they had been around one another in the past they hadn't been alone. Estinien had seen her in battle. As eager to swing a sword as fling a spell. The day he had joined the Scions he remembered her smile though nothing had clicked.
"Oh I am as blind as I am dense." He says with a self depreciating chuckle, stepping closer to her himself. Which makes Mercy smile fondly.
"Yes. Yes you are but it is a part of your charm. You are obtuse but not one given to falsehoods or wont to use people. A rare thing indeed." She tells him. "I..." She pauses, unsure of her next words. Though Estinien places a single finger over her lips.
"It's alright Mercy. I'm not leaving you. I'll be with you from now until the end of eternity...If you'll have me." She whimpers softly at the Elezens declaration before launching herself off of her feet to latch around his neck. Estinien catches the lithe woman with ease. Hugging her tight to his body.
"Whatever comes. I can face it...I...I just needed to say what I have been holding back on. I'll have you Estinien. As long as you'll have me in return." Neither one was willing to put the word Love into being. They were both fractured people who needed time and love to heal but, for now, they could be honest of the fact they needed each other.
"It'll be my pleasure Mercy." Estinien says before pressing his lips firmly against hers. Mercy shivers in his grip as she meets his kiss with her own fervor. Her arms unwind from around Estiniens neck to thread her fingers through his hair. The Dragoon growls softly into their kiss as he brings his tongue over Mercys lips. She parts them eagerly, surrendering to his kiss wholly. Her weight entirely held by Estinien gripping her backside. Her fingers tugging at his hair as to pull him closer. She then speaks between presses of their lips.
"How I've dreamed of this...Show me Estinien. Show me your ferocity...I want it." Estinien moans. He'd often wondered what the esteemed Warrior of Light would enjoy. He had always hoped that she would be a fierce in bed as she was in battle. He almost purred as he found he wasn't wrong in his assumption. He stomped over to the bed before throwing Mercy upon it. She only giggled as she bounced on the plush mattress.
"Oh? Does Ser Estinien like the idea of fucking the vaunted Warrior of Light into the mattress like a common animal?" She was grinning smugly as she spoke. Estinien was already crawling over her. Covering the, much smaller, Miqo'te with his body.
"He does. He likes it even more considering she likes the idea also." He leans into her neck, nipping at her pulse point. It draws pleasured gasps from the woman. Her tail thrashing on the bed.
"Fuck!...Oh Estinien." He growls once more, deeper this time, as his name falls from her lips.
"Oh I like the sound of my name from your lips like this Mercy." He rasps with need against her flesh. He pulls back to kneel above her, grinning as he removes his shirt. His torso is littered with battle scars and Mercy cannot take her eyes off of him. Both awe and appreciation in her gaze. She moves to sit up so she can run her hands over each scar she can reach as it is revealed.
While she is distracted Estinien pulls off her own shirt. Then he freezes as he takes in her soft blue skin. He'd seen the flash of a scar or two when she fought. Mercy was one to eschew armour, preferring instead more skin tight attire. As such there were often flashes of midriff. However he was not prepared for the sheer amount of scars on her body. What got him more was the fact that her scars weren't battle scars but obvious signs of torture.
"Mercy?... What?... When?" She looked up to him with a sad smile that stopped his questions dead.
"My mother...When I was a child. Let's not dwell on it now...Please?" Her voice was pure supplication. A plea for this to not ruin their moment. Estinien nodded and smiled.
"I would do whatever you asked of me Mercy." He tells her softly, grasping her chin and bringing their lips back together. The kiss is slow and deliberate. He thinks her scars only enhance her beauty but that is a comment for another time. When he has more than a moment to worship her.
A whine of impatience brings the Dragoon back from his thoughts with a chuckle.
"Impatient are we? Very well." He grinds his hips against hers hard. Drawing a startled gasp from the smaller woman.
"Estinien please!" She cries as she reached for the fastenings of his trousers. Fingers scramble against the fabric in her desperation. Estinien takes pity on her and helps by shimmying out of his trousers before peeling her skirt from Mercys hips.
"I do love that you refuse to wear armour. Makes the day so much brighter." He tells the Miqo'te with a sly grin.
"Y-you watch me?" She asks as if oblivious to her own beauty. Another chuckle sounds from Estinien as he nods.
"I do. I cannot help myself. The way you move is intoxicating." His hand presses against her sternum before smoothing over her stomach. Her muscles twitch and jump at his touch. "Never mind those impossibly short skirts you wear but still manage to look like a goddess of battle." Mercys eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. That was the moment Estinien pressed his thumb into her folds and began to rub small circles upon Mercys pearl. Her eyes snapped open as she cried out wordlessly. Her eyes roaming over his body, she could see his cock, hard and throbbing for her. It seemed his time as Nidhogg's Thrall had endowed him with extras. His tip was flared and his shaft sported fleshy ridges. He also sported a bulbous knot at his base. Mercy looked up and into Estiniens eyes with a smile.
"I want all of it Estinien. Make it fit." It was Estinien's turn to shudder. His thumb's rhythm faltering as he did. So many asked questions or simply looked repulsed. She was the first. The first to see him and beg for it. He knew she was earnest in her desire.
"I would give you no less than asked for." He tells her, his voice breathless.
Mercy knew exactly what she had done to him. It didn't need words. Though she did reach up and press against his chest. She wanted him to lay back.
"Allow me a taste then Good Ser?" She asked, even as she was scrambling to her knees. Estinien moving eagerly for her. Settling on his back as she stood upon her knees beside him. Once more her eyes roamed his form. She said nothing, instead she opted to lean down and draw her tongue against the very tip of his cock. As stoic as Estinien could be there was no way he could hide the hiss as her hot tongue dragged over his aching flesh.
"Sweet Halone." He praised. This emboldened Mercy to take him into her mouth proper. Simply suckling on the tip of him. Reveling in the shape of him and the taste of his flesh. She moaned her delight around him.
Estinien was not idle as Mercy played with him. He reached to smooth his hand over her back. He noticed deep ragged lash scars there but made no mention as he reached her backside. He let his fingers trace over her exposed ass. Enjoying her shivers as he teased her sensitive hole.
"One day I shall take you here but for today I wish to bury myself here." He punctuated the end of his sentence by pressing two long thick fingers into her slick sex. She was tight but wet enough that he caused no pain. Mercy gasped around him at the suddenness of being filled. She pulled off of him to cry out loudly.
"Fuck! Estinien!" The smug tone of Estinien's voice couldn't be mistaken as he replied.
"That is the plan Mercy." He gave her no time to adjust as he pumped his fingers inside her. She was a slave to his rhythm. Hips rolling in time with his thrusts. She panted and moaned. One hand around his cock gripping him tightly as she pumped him lazily. It was well over a minute before she thought to take him back into her mouth. By this time his tip had beaded with pre cum. As it spread over her tongue Mercy looked to Estinien, making it clear she was tasting him as she moaned deeply.
"Perfect." And she was. He didn't require to bury himself in her throat. Simply to feel her enjoying him was bliss. As if in reward another finger was pressed deep into the Miqo'te's entrance. Mercy bucked hard at the added stretch pulling off of Estinien to cry.
"Fuck! More Estinien." Into the relative quiet of the room. She then pressed even more of him into her mouth. She threw her whole body into the motion. Estinien stilled his hand and watched as Mercy worked herself upon him. Each time she pulled off of his cock she sank onto his fingers. His free arm pillowed behind his head as he watched her move. Mercy had a dancers grace even in the throes of passion. Her spine rolling with her hips as though she were dancing upon his fingers. Estinien could feel how her sex trembled and clung to him. She was close but he wouldn't allow her to climax anywhere but on his cock for now.
He pulled his fingers from her, much to Mercy's chagrin. She growled, outright baring her teeth at him once she pulled his cock from her mouth. Estinien brought his fingers to his mouth sucking her from them lewdly before he even bothered to comment.
"My Lady it would not do to have you climax anywhere but my cock." Mercy was near instantly placated at his words.
"Please Estinien. Hurry. I need you." She openly begged for him. This drew a long moan from the Elezen.
"You'll be the death of me begging like that." He confessed before surging up, picking the Miqo'te up and pressing her into the bed with a forceful kiss, He was easily two fulms taller than her. So as they kissed the tip of his impressive length teased her folds. Mercy tried to rock her hips and take him inside her. Estinien pulls back from the kiss.
"Peace. I'll not leave you wanting dearest." He tells her as he grips himself. Then he's pressing into her slowly. His eyes flicking between her face, contorted with pleasure, and where she parts for him. She feels impossibly tight and the Dragoon worries that he didn't stretch her enough. That is until Mercy cries out.
"Don't stop! Please Estinien! I want it...All of it!" As if her were now her thrall, Estinien is helpless but to comply. Snapping his hips forward and burying himself up to his knot.
The sharp stretch coupled with the ridges and how his flared head slaps against her wall has Mercy falling into her climax almost immediately. She screams, her arms clinging to his as her body trembles. Her muscles clamping tight around him. He tries to keep moving but her sex has a vice like grip on him. Instead, Estinien kisses any skin he can reach while waiting for her to relax.
It's not too long before Mercy gasps and falls back against the bed. She pants as her body shivers hard. Then she notices that Estinien isn't moving.
"Are y-you o...okay?" She asks shakily to which Estinien nods.
"You were clamped around me so tightly. I couldn't move." This makes Mercy blush deeply.
"S-sorry." She hays sheepishly. Estinien laughs but not unkindly.
"No need to apologise. It is incredibly sexy to feel your pleasure so keenly. Besides..." He pulls back slowly, slick drooling from her as he does so. "It only makes it easier to move now." With that his hips snap forward once more. His pace is hard and Mercy tries to keep her hips rolling with him but soon enough Estinien pins her to the bed. His elbows propped either side of her head as he pounds into her sweet sex. His moans turn to growls the more her works her open. Mercy is a mess beneath him. Hands clutching around his chest, nails digging into his flesh as her passion is, once again, made known loudly.
It isn't long before they can both feel Estiniens knot press harder against Mercy's entrance. She whimpers loudly before begging once more.
"Knot me...Oh please knot me." This draws a roar from the Dragoon as his grip tightens even more as he presses hard against the Miqo'te. There's a few seconds pause before she parts and his knot spreads her even wider.
"Oh Fuck!" She cries already feeling too full in the best of ways. She is robbed of both breath and speech. Reduced to guttural cries and whines. Estinien is himself snarling as she works himself within her. His knot tugging at her rim each time he pulls back. He's throbbing, aching to fill her but he waits. Holding back to fall with her into bliss.
He doesn't have to wait long. She is overwhelmed by the sheer size of him as he massages every sweet spot she has. Pounding against her womb, ridges assaulting her g spot and his knot spreading her open. Her nails finally break his skin as she locks up around him once more.
As Estinien feels that impossible tightness around his knot he cannot resist the urge to to lean in and bite deep into Mercy's shoulder. His sharp teeth break skin as his hips falter. Stilling as he spills deep within the woman beneath him. Heat fills Mercy as she yelps at the sting of his bite. The pain of it drawing out her orgasm, her back arching painfully into him. She lets out a long and shuddering moan as the feel of his seed filling her. She rolls her hips up and into him to massage everything he has. Estinien purrs as he removes his teeth from Mercy's shoulder.
"Sorry." He says with a gruff sheepishness. Mercy shakes her head with a lazy smile.
"Not at all. You were perfect." She presses her lips to his bloodied ones, kissing him deeply. "I enjoy a measure of pain." She explains as they part. To which he chuckles.
"Seems we have far more in common than I dared hope." Mercy grins lazily once more.
"You have no idea Ser Dragoon." It's then she yawns and realises that they are locked together. "This is new but not unwelcome." She says softly, hoping to ally any fear or embarrassment. Estinien ducks his head from her view but smiles at her words.
"Aye. It takes a while. I...uh...I don't fully knot often. Most don't approve." Mercy chuckles then and Estinien hisses at the feel of her around him. He looks up to her.
"Well. I would be offended if you didn't in the future...Time permitting of course." His eyes widen at her implications.
"So you would want me to take you in less...convenient places?" Mercy nods.
"Stress relief is important." It's then she pulls him into an embrace. "Sleep now my dear Dragoon for tomorrow we can clean up and face the day together." He nods, gathering her in his arms before turning onto his back. Allowing Mercy to rest against his chest. She sighs contentedly as Estinien pulls the cover over them both. It isn't long before they fall into sleeps embrace.
Outside in the hallway two faces look from the door to one another. One with a look of abject horror, the other with a smug grin.
"It's about time." Alisiae says. Alphinaud looks to her with clear shock.
"But it sounded as if they were fighting." Alisiae laughs.
"They weren't. I'll wager we'll see them closer than ever before." Alphinaud's face relaxes. Then realisation hits.
"Oh... Oh I see." He blushes as Alisiae drapes her arm over his shoulders and leads him away.
"There you go Alphinaud. You get it now."