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You make a point of chatting with the various denizens of Firelink Shrine whenever you're passing through the area. When you speak with the gloomy knight who always sits near the bonfire, he mentions that "some fellow with ridiculous armor and a cloying level of cheer" had recently arrived at the shrine, you immediately know it has to be Solaire. He has never visited the shrine before, at least not at the same time as you. Thrilled by your good luck, you hurry off while the knight is mid-sentence.
You go down ruined halls and colonnades, peer into empty rooms, and find no sign of Solaire. Most of the little chambers and nooks are entirely empty, as usual, so it's rather unexpected when you round a corner and come face-to-face with someone, nearly running bodily into him.
"I'm so sorry," you gasp, your hand flying to your chest.
"No harm done, my dear. Of all the ambushes I have encountered on my travels, this is by far the most pleasant," the man says, chuckling. In your surprise you didn't immediately recognize his face, but you know his voice immediately.
"Solaire!" you cry out, smiling broadly as you embrace him. Laughing, he puts his arms around you, too. He's only wearing a linen shirt and leathern trousers, allowing you to fully appreciate the warmth of his chest as you rest your cheek against it. It doesn't escape your notice that his chest is not only warm, but rock-hard, as are the arms currently holding you—thick, thick with muscle. You are disappointed when he lets go of you to clasp your hands instead.
"At long last, we are reunited," says Solaire. The smile he gives you could only be described as radiant. You feel your face grow warm at the sight. He is a beautiful man, truly. Long, golden hair, tied back behind his head. Bright eyes. Handsome, yet somehow boyish features. A jaw adorned with stubble. It is a face that, sadly, you have only seen a few times. It never fails to take your breath away.
You clear your throat. "I almost didn't recognize you without your armor. Where is it?"
"I am in the process of repairing it. It has taken quite a beating over the course of my journey." Gesturing behind him, you see that Solaire's armor rests on the grass, along with assorted tools from a smithbox.
"Then you'll be here a while?"
"Indeed I will," Solaire gazes down at you with a soft, tender expression that makes your knees feel weak.
"Come on, let's sit for a little while."
The bare stone doesn't look very comfortable, but you have an assortment of robes and other random bits of clothing you've found on your travels. You pile them up on the ground, shuck off your armor, and have a seat, Solaire sitting down cross-legged beside you. He's so close that your shoulders are almost touching. So close that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.
Things have been a bit... peculiar between you as of late. Held gazes in the light of a bonfire. Lingering touches when you exchanged items. Resting your head on his shoulder. A kiss exchanged in a quiet moment, and then another. It caught you off guard, truly. You don't walk out of the Undead Asylum expecting to find love.
At least, you hope it's love.
"How is it that in all this time, I haven't once seen you without armor?" you ask.
"I wish to be prepared for battle at all times, so I am never without it. Before I met you, I dared not even remove my helm."
You tilt your head lazily to one side and allow yourself to take in the sight before you. Solaire's shirt is short-sleeved, his trousers cropped just below the knee. And by the gods, do you appreciate it. His forearms are dusted with fair hair and so muscular that you can see a few of the veins within. Above, his biceps are clearly defined, even at rest. His chest and shoulders are broad. His calves have the look of pillars, sculpted and very sturdy indeed. When you look back up at Solaire's face, you find that his cheeks are dusted with pink. He quickly averts his eyes.
"It seems almost criminal to keep a body like yours hidden," you comment, grinning.
Solaire's blush darkens and he smiles a little shyly. "Oh my, how very forward. I might say the same of you, were it not for fear of sounding lecherous."
"I wouldn't find it lecherous. Not from you, my dear, shining knight."
Solaire's eyes soften. He reaches out and cups your cheek with his hand, caressing it softly. You inhale a trembling breath and lean into the touch—lean closer to him. For a moment he simply gazes into your eyes, a tender smile on his face, before leaning down to kiss you. His lips are somewhat chapped, but so very, very gentle and warm. Your heart flutters—he is sweetness incarnate. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and move a little closer so you can deepen the kiss, causing Solaire to moan softly into your mouth. You've never heard him make a sound like that. It sets a fire in the pit of your stomach, and you kiss him with greater enthusiasm. His free hand rises up to rest on your hip, squeezing it affectionately.
You kiss for as long as you possibly can before having to break away, both of you panting softly. Solaire gives you a smile so radiant and loving that you can't help but sigh. His right hand drops from your cheek down onto your other hip, and suddenly he's lifting you up, causing you to gasp, before he lowers you down onto his lap.
"Oh, ah… was that too forward?" Solaire asks, suddenly looking worried.
"Well, earlier you were saying that I was forward, so if anything I'd say we're even," you say, grinning playfully. You press your lips to his again, splaying your hands out over his chest. Solaire gives a soft, fluttering sigh that sends a jolt down to the point between your thighs. You ease a little bit closer to him so you can deepen the kiss. You quietly revel at how big and powerful his hands feel on your hips, how hard and solid his thighs feel beneath you, how hot and firm his chest feels under your hands—how Solaire moans softly, desperately whenever you push a little further, kiss him a little harder.
As the kiss becomes more heated, Solaire begins to run his hands up and down your sides, kneading lightly here and there, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing the front of your body flush against his. Solaire sucks in a sharp, unsteady breath at that, and he begins to lean into the kiss with increased eagerness—a hunger, almost.
When you finally break apart, now gasping for air, you found Solaire's face bright red, his eyes glimmering up at you—and you realize that during the kiss, you pushed forward so much that Solaire is now almost flat on his back against the robes, being propped up only by his elbow, while you are straddling his waist.
"Oh my," Solaire says, chuckling nervously. "What a compromising position we've found ourselves in."
"I think I like it," you say. Feeling bolder, you smooth your hands down Solaire's chest. You let your hands linger there a moment, feeling the quick rise and fall of his chest, before slowly ghosting your fingertips down over the plain of his abdomen.
"Solaire," you purr, your voice low and full of implication. You feel his muscles tense beneath you as he inhales a sharp breath. Having reached down as far as you can in your current position, you run the fingertips of one hand in a slow circle over his abdominal muscles. You can see Solaire's swallow thickly—and you can feel just a hint of something hard pressing against your rear, which you are certain wasn't there a moment ago. You tug his shirt up slightly so you could run your fingers over his bare skin, and Solaire gasps, his grip tightening on your waist.
"Love?" he asks, his voice a little ragged.
"Solaire?"
"I-I…" He clears his throat. "I wonder if perhaps we should not… I mean, b-being that there are other people close by, and this place surely has an echo…"
"We could be very quiet."
"I do not know that I would be capable of that," Solaire whispers, swallowing.
You lean forward so that you can cradle Solaire's chin with your hand, the other remaining splayed out against his skin. "Forget about the others, Solaire. I'm not worried about them. The only thing on my mind is whether or not you want to make love to me."
A shaky, broken breath escapes Solaire's chest at those words. "I do, my wondrous light, by all the gods I do."
A wicked smile creeps onto your face. "Very good." You move, carefully adjusting your position. Solaire opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out was a loud gasp as you grind your hips against his. His hands tense, his fingers gripping your hips so hard that you feel they might bruise. You drag your most intimate parts against his half-hard cock. Even through both your clothes you could feel the heat of him, his growing hardness.
"Ah!" he gasp. "O-oh, my love, my wonderful—ah!"
"You're very vocal," you observe. Not really surprising; he always is. "That could be a problem."
"I am sorry—mm!" Solaire is cut off as you press your lips against his. He eagerly leans into the kiss, the heat and urgency of your mouth. You keep grinding against Solaire, and he enthusiastically lift his hips to meet yours.
You pull your lips from his and stop moving your hips, sitting up. Solaire lets out a desperate sigh, almost a whine, until he sees you reaching down for the strings of your undershirt. His eyes go wide, completely transfixed by your movements as you loosen the laces and pull the garment over your, revealing the breastband you wore beneath. Solaire stares at your chest, wide-eyed and red-faced. His tongue darts across his upper lip.
"You first," you say.
"What?" Solaire asks, sounding dazed.
You lightly tap on his still-clothed chest.
"Oh!" Solaire quickly leans up and tugs his shirt up over his head, casting it onto the floor beside you. His form is incredible, chest chiseled as if from stone, slightly reddened by his blushing, and lightly dusted with hair and peppered with small scars. It was the most intoxicating sight you could imagine.
You beam. "Magnificent." With that said, you reach behind you, unfasten your breastband, and pull it away from your chest.
Solaire's mouth falls open. "By the gods…" He begins to reach up, but he halts halfway, looking up into your eyes uncertainly. In response, you take his wrist and guide his hand to your right breast. He caresses it softly, giving only a light squeeze, and runs his thumb over your nipple. Your breathing hitches .
"You are ever abounding in delights, my love," says Solaire. He adjusts his position to free his other hand so he can knead your other breast, as well. You lean forward so he can reach more easily.
It occurs to you then that you were still wearing your boots. Not wanting to stop Solaire, you reach back to attempt to take them off, fumbling with the laces down the front.
"Oh, allow me," Solaire says, apparently noticing your awkward attempts to undress. He rises into a seated position again, and you sit back so he has access to your boots. Solaire reaches down and begins to unlace them. He glances up at you and his eyes land on your breasts. He freezes, staring at them, then leans forward. His hands still working on your laces, he places a soft kiss on your left breast before taking the bud of it into his mouth. You gasp , your hand flying to the back of Solaire's head as he sucks eagerly at your breast. Once he works your boot off he removes his mouth from your nipple, to your infinite disappointment, but then he turns his attention to taking off your right boot—and as he does so, took your other bud into his mouth and sucking at it with equal enthusiasm.
Once your second boot is off you flop down onto the robes, glad to be finished with that awkward maneuvering, for all its perks. Solaire follows, hovering over you on hands and knees. He beams down at you before lowering his lips to yours again. You briefly rest your hands on Solaire's broad shoulders before you get a better idea and reached down for the drawstrings of your trousers.
Solaire pulls back, looking confused by your movements, until his eyes fall on your lower body. You lift up your hips to shimmy your trousers down your thighs and he immediately moves in to help pull them off. He freezes, however, as you reach for the hem of your smallclothes. You begin to slide them down, slowly, keeping your eyes on his face. His mouth falls open as the garment falls away.
You are dripping wet. You know it. It must be a lewd sight indeed, because Solaire averts his eyes after a second, his face now dark red. Even through his trousers, you can see his cock twitch.
"Look how you affect me, Solaire," you say. "Look how desperately I've wanted you."
Solaire looks back at you and nods, swallowing. "I… I-I have long desired you, too, my love." So saying, you reaches for the strings of his own trousers. You crane your neck upward to see, your eyes honing in on his fingers as they work. He tugs his trousers down. His cock springs free. It's big. It shouldn't be a surprise, really—he is big in general, almost a foot taller than you. You'll be able to take him, you're certain, but the stretch will be quite… something. The thought of it makes you ache to be filled.
"Solaire, you're massive," you say.
The knight grinned, blushing even darker with embarrassment and pride alike. Even his ears and chest are red, now. "Will you be able to, ah, accommodate me, or will you need a bit of preparation first?"
"Some preparation, I think."
"Yes, of course." Solaire sits up and takes your hands, gently guiding you up to sit between his legs, facing him. With his left hand he cradles the back of your neck and brings you in for a kiss. With his right hand he reaches down between your legs and slips his thumb between your lower lips, circling it over your clit. He works it gently, slowly, as though he is admiring fine silk.
"Mmm," you whimper, brow creasing. Solaire pulls his lips from yours, gazes into your eyes.
"Do you find this enjoyable?" Solaire asks softly. His index finger rests just over your entrance.
"Yes. More... please," you murmur before placing your hand on his cheek and leaning up to kiss him again.
He carefully slips his finger inside of you. It's thick. So thick. Nearly the size of two of your fingers. You clench around it, the sensation making Solaire grunt softly. He slides it in, out, slowly, thumb stroking your clit all the while. He begins to crook his finger once your muscles have relaxed a little. You squirm, whimpering. You're so aroused it almost hurts. You need more. And you get more, as he slips a second finger inside of you. You have to bite down on your hand to keep from crying out. Solaire stops immediately.
"Are you well, my love?"
"Yes," you gasp. "Don't stop—please don't stop!"
He nods and presses his fingers in the rest of the way. Your back arches off of the ground. The sound of his fingers moving in, out of you is wet, loud, and too lewd for words. When he crooks his finger, he hits a spot that sends sparks down your limbs. You bite down on your palm again, moaning and keening.
"Let go for me, my light," he whispers, his lips just barely brushing your ear. And after only a few more pumps of his fingers, you do, back arching and hips rolling against Solaire's hand, spasming around him. Your hand falls away from your mouth, so Solaire covers your lips with his own, muffling your keens and cries of his name. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of yours at a slow, smooth pace until you come back down.
You lie back for a long moment, eyes closed, trying to catch your breath. You feel Solaire's hand on your hip, his thumb tracing circles on your skin in a soothing motion. You open your eyes to find him smiling down at you.
"How... how was that?" Solaire asks, sounding a little nervous.
"Perfect, Solaire, perfect." You give him a little smirk. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes," he says, his tone adorably eager. His eyes lock on your hand as you reach out, place your hand on his hard abdomen, and trail it down to take hold of his shaft. You give it an experimental pump, and Solaire cries out loudly, bucking into your touch. You clap your free hand over his mouth.
"Hush," you say. "You were worried about us being heard, remember?"
Solaire nods rapidly, whimpering against your palm as you stroke him again. There's no need, you decide. He's hard as steel, precum dripping from the head of his cock. He keens desperately as you let go of him.
"Enter me slowly, and keep your mouth on mine," you say, looking Solaire in the eye. He nods quickly, eyes bright with excitement. You take your hand from his mouth and use it to cradle the back of his head instead, pulling him down so his lips are ghosting against yours.
"I'm ready for you," you whisper, and you press your lips to his.
You feel the tip of his cock brushing over your folds before slipping between them. He slowly runs the head of his cock up and down your slit. Your hips jerk reflexively whenever it runs over your clit. You feel him gathering your fluid with his fingers and spreading it upward, over his cock—he is still worried about hurting you, sweet thing that he is, and he's taking great care to ensure your comfort.
Finally. Finally he lines his cock up with your entrance. He kisses you harder, more insistently before he begins to press inward. You moan against each other's mouths at the feeling. The stretch is incredible.
Solaire stops, shuddering, with only the head of his cock inside of you. He briefly pulls his lips from yours to take a few deep, trembling breaths. He really is sensitive. Is it his first time? No, surely not. He clearly knows exactly what he's doing.
Solaire's lips return to yours and he continues, thrusting his hips forward—torturously slow—inch by inch, until he is fully sheathed inside of you. He breaks the kiss once more to sigh against your lips, his eyelids fluttering.
He feels incredible. Not so big as to hurt, but big enough that you feel marvelously, perfectly, almost impossibly stretched. You can feel his every vein. Every pulse and twitch sends a ripple of delight through your body. He is far and away the biggest man you've ever been with.
"Oh, Solaire, you feel wonderful," you moan.
"A-as do you, my life," Solaire gasps. "Divine, even! I, ah, am not certain I will be able to last long, I fear—it has been some time..."
You reach up to caress his cheek. "Just do your best, my love. I'm delighted with whatever you can give me."
He slowly, carefully, pulls out until only the head of his cock rests inside you before sheathing himself again. Your hands fly up to grip his biceps and you moan into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering as Solaire whimpers softly. He pumps in and out of you slowly, experimentally, a few more times, before he settles into a rhythm and begins to speed up. You cry out in delight, muffled by his lips, and your hands scramble for purchase on his back. The air is filled by the steady slap of skin on skin, along with a filthy, wet sound every time he thrusts inside of you.
Solaire pulls his mouth from yours, gasping for air. "Oh, my light. My marvelous light," he moans. "You feel exquisite... almost more than I can bear..."
You use your grip on his back to pull yourself up so you can pepper his neck with hot kisses.
"Oh, I... ah!" Solaire gasps in shock, bites his lip to stifle a loud moan, as you begin to suck at his pulse point, surely leaving a bruise. His hips briefly stutter in their motion before he moves his weight onto one arm, then the other, so he can grab your legs and pull them around his hips. His thrusts are now deeper, harder, faster. Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, and he presses his lips to yours to stifle your wanton cry of delight as the head of his cock begins to hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. He redoubles his efforts, driving into you again and again and again, reaching that spot every time.
Running your fingers through his hair, you pull away for breath and say, between pants, "I-I... I can feel you twitching. Are you... almost there?"
"Oh, y-yes, my love. Shall I, ah, extract myself?"
"No. I want to feel it. I want to feel all of you." You stroke the side of Solaire's face and move your lips toward his again. "Go on, my radiant knight. Let go."
You press your lips to his, and Solaire moans a choking, shattered moan into your mouth as his strokes become erratic, sloppy. You buck your hips desperately to meet his, your walls clenching and fluttering around him. Swiftly, Solaire hits his peak, and he pulls you into his arms, hips pinning you to the ground as he thrusts inside of you one last time. He squeezes his eyes shut and cries out as his seed pours into you. The tension inside of you snaps in the same instant, your body trembling as you throw your head back and moan, your fluids pouring down over your thighs. Solaire's hips stutter, as if trying to drive himself deeper with each spurt.
For a second you lie there together, each trying to catch your breath, before you tap Solaire on the shoulder.
"You're crushing me, love."
"Oh!" Solaire immediately pushes himself up off you, moves to the side, and flops down on the robes. You lay there, side-by-side, until your breathing evens out. Then Solaire rolls onto his side and covers his face with his hands.
"I am so sorry, my dear. While I was in the throes of pleasure I... I cried out so loudly that everyone in the shrine would have heard."
You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him, pulling his head close to rest against your chest. He wraps his arms around you. "There, there, Solaire. You have nothing to worry about. We sorcerers have our ways."
At his curious look, you explain. "When I sensed our climaxes approaching, I cast a spell to muffle our voices. Nobody but the two of us heard a thing."
"Ah!" Solaire sighs in relief, nestling in against your skin, his stubble prickling you. "That sets my mind at ease. Only... why not cast this spell when we began our... intimacy?"
"It doesn't last very long. I thought it would be best to save it for the end." You stroke his hair, smiling. "That, and I rightfully thought it would be a most erotic sight to have you flustered while you tried to keep quiet."
Solaire blushes darkly at that, and you can't help but smile—he's still so bashful, as if he hadn't just bestowed you with the best sex of your life. "I, ha, I am glad I have such an effect on you."
"Oh, my love. You have no idea," you purr, and you move yourself upward so you can bring your shining knight into a deep kiss.