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Quietly knelt with her eyes closed and his cock in her mouth, this is where Furina is the most at ease.
There’s nothing to worry about here. Just the rhythmic push and pull of his gentle hand like the tide guiding him deeper down her throat. Tangled in her hair so lovingly, languidly, and time passes in dreamlike devotion.
“Good girl…” Neuvillette murmurs above her, and the world feels lighter on her shoulders. “You’re doing perfectly.”
She preens with a hum, tailfins curling up at the tips, hazy world coloring in the warm flush of his praise. And like the generous dragon he is, he raises his boot. “Go on then.”
Her heart flutters. Oh so slowly, oh so gratefully, she drags her dripping pussy against her reward to the decadence of his steady pace. Whimpering, moaning around him, her thighs shiver to hold herself upright.
Only the scratching of his quill pen and the tick of the grandfather clock remind her that time hasn’t stopped. Naked beneath the grand oak desk in the Iudex’s office, his length hot and heavy on her tongue as she pleasures him, both performing their sworn duties to each other.
There’s no prophecy here. No fake smiles or stage lights buzzing overhead— only rough, slick leather beneath her and a delicious ache in her throat.
Sanctuary.
It took some time to adapt, trained well over the centuries until they were both attuned to one another. By now she’s an expert in his pleasure.
Like slipping beneath the waves, Furina’s learned to hold her breath when he goes too deep, black spots fizzling from the edge of her vision as beautiful as the night sky.
He tastes like springwater, the scales and ridges of his cock a delight to her tongue as he holds her in place. Firm and steady she’s cradled flush to his hips, nose buried in silver fur. And once she’s allowed to resurface, to breathe fresh air into greedy lungs as tears mingle with his cum on her lips, she thanks him by diving under again and again.
Rocking against him with relish, mouth suckling with appreciation, Furina teeters on the edge of consciousness and ecstasy. Minutes, hours or even days could’ve passed like this; she couldn’t care to tell the difference.
All that mattered was him, and the scalding pulse of arousal flooding her veins. Until all at once his attention shifts purely to her.
She can hear the pen set aside, feel the way his body moves and flexes as he adjusts to better suit them. Nudges the steel toe against her trembling folds with a press, drawing her higher on her knees. Unyielding friction that makes her choke and moan on his cock, throat tightening like a vice just as he likes.
“That’s it.” He commends, voice gone airy and deep as his grip on her tightens. “Taking it all.”
Hair twisted up in his grasp, he drags her back and forth, hips moving to meet her. It’s harder to accommodate him when he starts to fuck her in earnest, the roughness of his hand so hard it burns at her scalp— but it keeps her where he wants her.
Open and receptive, even as the world starts spinning.
She can only move along helpless to him, shivering and weak and starved for oxygen, but like this the pressure of his boot is maddening. Heightened by the pain of it, the wonderfully delirious rush of it, with a muffled sob she’s pulled over the edge. Orgasm tearing through her with a shrill, muffled cry.
But she’s never needed anything more fervently.
Once, twice, three times— the cool steel warms and spreads her folds and drags against her clit as she trembles, subdued and spent, yet still so seeking more. Throwing herself down against him in chase of that stark, vibrant agony that centers her so fully.
“Insatiable, aren't you…?”
She nods the best she can, and Neuvillette chuckles. Low and dangerous and edged in a hungry growl. He’s close…
He gives and she takes, and her fingers curl into the fabric of his robe. She isn’t allowed to draw back yet, even as her chest tightens. Lovely fear shrouding her mind and blurring her thoughts. And grounding herself as the world tilts hard is all she can do to keep awake, pulse pounding away in her ears growing slower, slower… louder, louder…
His hold on her is all that matters.
With a snarl from above, his seed spills inside of her. Desperately, dutifully she drinks it down with pleading cries, sobbing and suffering until finally he lets her go. Lets her sink to the carpet and choke in heady gasps of air.
It hurts, just like it always does. But she revels in it all the same. Feeds her withering body breath after breath while seed dribbles down her chin and her heart trembles back to beating.
Still Neuvillette is kind. Gracious as he lifts her onto his lap. Bare and ruined and almost too vulnerable, he kisses her temple and wipes her tears. Drinks them in like a wine worth savoring. And slowly, surely, she returns to herself, much like a river to the sea.
“Welcome back, Furina.” He says, and there’s affection notched into every syllable. Pupils blown wide. “Well done…”
Evening light catches in his hair through the stained glass window, and this close she can see the flush on his cheeks, the tender smile spread on his handsome features.
She pleased him, and it’s like her burdens can’t find her here. Not now, not yet, not when Neuvillette leans forward to press his forehead to hers and purrs.
Her voice is hoarse and strains, but he’s a patient man. Waits until she can give the words proper shape. “…Thank you.”
And he kisses her, tastes himself in her mouth, and Furina sighs into it. High on endorphins and the way his arms hold her so soundly. Safely, cradling her body like a precious thing.
“You know I’d never deny you.”
His breath is hot against her skin, fangs nipping at her lips, her neck, and she closes her eyes once more. Leans into him… and breathes.
“I know.”