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“Why am I here?”
Yara ignored the man’s drawl as she stoked the flames of their small campfire. The wind howled outside the cave, the only indication of the blizzard they had left behind. Someone else - perhaps through the efforts of the Alliance or some other kind soul - had left behind firewood, and she expected that this cave had seen its fair share of people seeking refuge within its walls.
“There’s a storm outside, in case you forgot.”
Zenos chuckled and her head whipped up at the sound. “I find it odd, hero, that you’ve gone to such lengths to keep me at your side.”
She nearly snarled, leaning forward over the flames. “I don’t care how you find it. You’re here to pay penance for all the harm and destruction you caused, specifically to Garlemald.”
Zenos scoffed, shaking his head as he rose a hand to the collar on his neck. “With this, you’ve all but ensured that I cannot ‘act up’ in any way.” She very nearly snorted at his choice of wording. Nearly. “So, what’s the difference between having me at your side rather than rotting in a cell?”
Yara rolled her eyes, leaning back with a huff. “You’re over complicating it. You’re useful to me, with your remaining strength and knowledge of Garlemald’s lands. Once we’re done here, I’ll happily return you to your cell.”
He only chuckled again, and the sound irritated her. Since she had overruled the Alliance’s decision to execute him, he’d been...different. Where she’d expected spitfire, she’d found docility. He threw himself into their battles with familiar gusto, even with his powers dampened, but instead worked with her.
And just like at the end of creation, they fought well together. Though his pact with the large voidsent – the being Yara recently met named Zero – broke due to his death, his skill and brutality yet matched hers. In the time since, she allowed him to make pacts with lesser voidsent, again ignoring the orders from the Alliance.
Perhaps she was being a fool. Over the weeks, there had been plenty of opportunities to strike at her. To reignite their game.
Peeking up at him now over the low flames, his eyes not-quite-peaceful as he looked out towards the entrance of the cave, she found herself wondering if he even wanted to anymore.
The thought unsettled her.
Stupid, she grumbled to herself, stoking the fire further with the stick in hand as she huddled in her furs. It doesn’t matter to me what he wants. He’ll do as he’s told and I’ll use him as I see fit.
“And what of not telling my people that I yet live?” His voice was quieter now, but no less firm.
“I owe your people nothing,” she said, satisfied with the flames and dropping the stick at her side. “It’s not the place of a beast to question his master’s wishes.”
“Your beast, am I?” He rose an eyebrow at her, his lips curling into a smile. Their campsite was small and with only a fulm between them-
She met his gaze and shifted forward, grabbing the aether-dampening collar around his neck and yanking him down to her level. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that, my friend?”
He only peered at her, sapphire sinking into her depths, and said nothing.
“Good,” she said, shoving him back. “Now, take first watch. It’s not unlikely that something else will try to seek refuge in here.” She stood, no longer wishing to see his contemplative expression, and walked further into the cave to where their supplies sat.
Speaking with him always left her restless.
The silence stretched on save for the insistent winds outside. In the end, he didn’t reply, but she felt him take up his scythe and move closer to the entrance.
Yara ignored the tiny sting of disappointment as she kneeled and busied herself in her pack. They would wait out the storm and continue their hunt – there was only one Blasphemy left in Garlemald, and she knew it was close.
Then...she would figure out what would come next.
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The wind howled outside, but Yara was only mildly aware of it.
She could be forgiven for focusing instead on the hand on her throat and warm breath against her horn.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed, though even she could tell her heart wasn’t in it. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but she could feel the dull ache in her muscles – the cold was getting to her even through her insulated furs.
And his hand-
“I could see you shivering, my friend,” Zenos drawled and she scowled. "You are more like to die from the cold than any sort of Blasphemy here.”
“I don’t remember asking you to touch me, dog,” she said, attempting to regain control even as he had her in his grasp. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to the collar around his neck, and he hummed at her.
“That you have let your guard down so far in my presence...” he trailed off, his grip tightening.
“What are you going to do about it?” She said tiredly, meeting his gaze. “Will you keep your master warm, then? Or is this finally the chance you’ve been waiting for?”
She could fight him, twist out of his grip and knock him out, but...
There was a part of her that was curious. She wanted to see what he would do.
“Oh, my friend, both,” he pressed his body fully against hers and her eyebrows rose in shock at the telling hardness against her outer thigh. “Surely you know better than to show weakness to the beast at your side.”
“Weakness?” She rasped, feeling heat curl up in her belly as she could feel him. The hand at her neck flexed. “You know as well as I that I could get out your grasp if I wanted to.”
He smiled. “So, you don’t want to?” He leaned in close, his lips hardly a breath away. “I’ll happily warm you, master.”
Yara felt something within her snap, and she had no more words for him. She dug her claws into the hand on her throat and reached up to grab the back of his head, yanking him down for a kiss that was more teeth than tongue.
While she may have started it, she was surprised as he returned her fervor, pressing her harshly into the bedroll as his other hand tucked right underneath her furs. She shivered at his touch, surprised at the warmth of his fingertips as he traversed the scales along her torso.
He reached down and cupped her arse, covering her body entirely with his as he pulled her tight against him. She writhed in his grasp for a different purpose now, goading him, biting down on his bottom lip harshly as he tugged on her tail.
The hand on her neck squeezed in tandem with the hand on her tail and she could feel her control slipping, the lust inside of her reaching a boiling point. She reached down for his belt buckle, cursing against his teeth when it didn't immediately come free. She could feel the huff of amusement against her lips and she growled, tugging his pants down just enough to fit a hand between them. His skin felt white-hot against her frigid fingertips, but he didn't flinch as she reached for his cock. She could hardly wrap her hand around the base of him, for both the angle and his size, but she twisted her wrist to stroke him.
He grunted against her lips, his grip loosening ever so slightly on her neck as he bucked into her hand. His eyes opened to slits as she continued, pupils blown wide as their gazes met.
The blizzard roared, but she paid it no mind. Its cold no longer reached them, not within this cave. Every inch of her was hot, muscles coiling as the pleasure rose. Every rational thought vanished as he consumed her. She had resisted the pull between them this long and had been determined to not allow herself to fall further into him and the bond they shared.
And yet...since she defeated Despair and was brought back from the brink of death, she had sworn to be truer to herself. To her desires, her feelings - to words that in years past she would have bitten back to save face or the feelings of others. With him fighting at her side, she thought it would be enough – but now, as she reopened her eyes to meet his dark gaze, she could feel herself give in.
With their lips a hairbreadth apart he stayed, watching her. His hand shifted from her tail to the front of her, sliding brutishly past her pants and smalls. Her hips jerked as he found her clit, but he didn’t dwell there – she moaned quietly as he pressed a finger inside of her.
“You’re so small,” he marveled, his tongue gliding along the sharp ridges of her horn. She shivered at the feel of him, at how she found herself surrounded by him. “But if anyone could take this, it’d be you, my friend.”
Yara only grunted at him, shutting her eyes as he curled the finger within her. He pressed another thick finger inside and the stretch burned – but it was not unwelcome. Even through the sparks of pain, she ground down against his hand, suddenly feeling feverish. She could hear just how aroused she was, the pain fading to pure pleasure as she grew accustomed to him.
With his breath on her horn and other hand around her throat, it was a wonder that she was keeping quiet. Something in her balked at the idea, of allowing him to hear just how much she enjoyed this.
“Now, now,” he rasped, dragging teeth along her horn. “I want to hear you. There is no need to hide yourself from me, my friend.”
She grit her teeth as the pleasure mounted, attempting to stay the moans that bubbled in her throat as he moved faster. Her breath came faster as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge and with a squeeze at her throat, she was lost.
Yara groaned as her orgasm lanced through her, setting her every nerve ending on fire. She heard him murmur something but couldn't parse the words, not with the way her vision swam as her pleasure peaked. She felt him withdraw his fingers but within seconds, the head of his cock was pushing to replace them. Blearily, she dug her claws into his shoulders as he pressed inside of her, the stretch much more than she could have possibly imagined – but she didn’t care.
She felt greedy, drawing blood as he buried his cock deep within her and his face into her neck. She moaned as he withdrew from her, leaving her empty, before shoving himself back in with a snap of his hips. He sucked and bit at the skin of her neck as he thrust in and out of her, the slow, engulfing start giving way to a brutal pace.
“Mine,” he hissed against her neck, biting down sharply enough she swore he drew blood. The word, repeated under his breath as he fucked her, made her blood absolutely sing. Her eyes slipped shut and she laid her head back, allowing him better access to bite and suck at the skin between her scales as he took her. As he claimed her. As he filled her, over and over again, providing for her and using her in equal measure.
She said nothing to his mantra, unable to say a word as he commanded her, “Come for me, master. Yara. I will breed you, stuff you so full of my seed that it’ll drip down your thighs the rest of our time here. Claim you so thoroughly that you can no longer pretend to forget, to deny me.”
Though it burned her, she couldn’t help but obey.
She cried out as she came, her cunt clenching down harshly around his cock as he fucked her through it. Yara could feel his grip on her turn more bruising and she sunk her claws into his back as she locked her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, closer, closer. Zenos groaned and came to a stuttering halt as he spilled deep inside of her, his teeth buried in her neck.
The only sounds left in the cave were their heavy breathing as they came down, and Yara could hear the blizzard continue to rage outside. She sighed deeply, wincing at the over sensitivity as she could still feel his cock pump her full of his seed – of him.
What have I gotten myself into, she thought as he rose from her neck, the smear of her blood on his lips catching her eye immediately as he looked down at her in utter satisfaction. He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn’t let him – tugged him down for a kiss instead, the dark desire to taste her own blood on his lips winning out over whatever words he had been about to speak.
No words needed, she said with her teeth and tongue, twisting with his.
Fine, he seemed to say, though he wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up into his lap. She moaned against his lips at the movement with how his half-hard cock was still inside of her, pressing deliciously against the spot that made her see stars. He pawed at her, hands moving greedily under her clothes and grasping at her breasts. She couldn’t help how she bucked into him, twin groans echoing in the cave as she could feel the temperature rise to a fever pitch again.
“My master is so demanding,” he said against her lips and she could only grin.
“You knew what you were getting into,” she said, instead of any of the other foolish thoughts she was keeping at bay. “How will you please me, beast?”
Zenos only smiled serenely at her and dragged her lips back to his. She ignored the voice inside of her telling her to stop, that just once was enough.
No, she thought as she rocked against him, feeling him swell inside her once more. Nothing will ever be enough.