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Unlatched.
He shouldn't be here.
He shouldn't be doing this.
Yet there he was. Feet planted solidly before your door, mouth agape, crimson eyes peering lecherously through the crack he'd accidentally made. That he accidentally widened--just a tad, just to confirm what it was he was seeing.
It wasn't like he had planned for it to happen. When you had excused yourself from dinner earlier--skin slightly flushed, eyes avoiding meeting any gaze as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat--he had simply been worried. Perhaps the inn's food had not agreed with you. Perhaps you had come down with fever, as you hurriedly claimed. Whatever the case, he could at least be certain that his intentions had been pure.
For it was only out of concern upon reaching your door that he reached for the handle without knocking. To press his ear against it when he thought he heard a groan of distress from within. Now, however, it was either by the grace of a god or a clumsy slip-up on your part that the door was already unlatched. Tipping open just a crack to allow him to peer inside. Breath catching in a gasp at the sight of you.
And what a sight you were. Naked upon your bed, splayed atop the covers, even, glorious, taut body on full display. Your clothes were tossed in a haphazard line leading from your door, as though you couldn't get them off fast enough. Your hair was already a fanned mess across your pillow as you leaned back into the angled stack you had made for yourself. Your breath came out in delicious, ragged pants. Chest heaving in tune to the hand that worked your breast. Your knees pressed tightly together as you writhed atop--
He really shouldn't be doing this.
You were the Warrior of Light. You were his friend and hero. But most importantly, you were also just mortal. You were allowed to have moments like this to yourself. G'raha had certainly had plenty over the many years he'd lived already. Just a private moment to enjoy your own beautiful body. Skin flushed, lips parted ever so slightly, eyes half lidded as you focused your heated gaze on the hand that was--
Stop it! G'raha quickly shut his eyes. Forcing his own hands into fists to try and keep from moving them in any of the many directions they currently wanted to go. The sight of you was enticing, luring even, and he feared that if he allowed himself to watch any further, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
But…
He slowly opened his eyes, gaze falling back to the sight before him.
G'raha couldn't look away from you. His mouth was going dry, trousers becoming uncomfortably tight as he drank in the heavenly display before him. How long had he yearned to see your naked form? To see your beautiful face contorted in pleasure like this? Head lulled back now as it was, mouth open as you gasped and moaned sweetly. How many nights had he spilled himself into his hand--both crystal and young--to the thought of you writhing beneath his touch? His name upon your lips as his hands glide along your body, much the same way yours did now. His lips would know your every curve, tongue your every crevasse, see to it that every ilm of you was worshiped as you so rightfully deserved.
G'raha watched as the hand that held your breast rolled it against your body. Bit his lower lip as your fingers tugged playfully at the perked nipple. You sighed sweetly at your own ministrations, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching and teasing the delicate bud. He swallowed thickly as your other hand slid slowly down your stomach. Resisted bursting through the door as your knees fell apart in the most beautiful way to reveal your heated core. You must have been turned on for some time, he realized, the lamplight reflecting off your glistening heat. Your hand creeping slowly to the junction between your legs, painfully slow as you unknowingly teased both him and yourself by denying your own release. G'raha pretended he wasn't committing that to memory, the sight sending fire coursing through his veins and straight down to his own wanting center. You gave a quiet little gasp as you finally ran a single finger along your slick; his cock twitched at the sound, his own breath hitching as he licked his lips. That same finger sliding delicately up and down a few times before pausing at your tip to run tight little circles around your--
There was the sudden sound of another door clicking shut somewhere down the hall. Causing G'raha to flinch back to reality as he became painfully aware of his surroundings. Reminding himself that he was out in the open hallway, between rooms of an inn. He quickly peered around him, perked his ears for any further sounds of movement either coming towards or retreating away down the hall. He held his breath as he checked, only allowing the quietest sigh of relief as no further intrusion seemed to occur. His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly turned back to the crack in the door, chancing another peek into his stolen view of heaven.
Then froze.
You had also heard the sound and were now propped up on your elbows with a panicked look on your face. How you had heard it over your ragged, uneven breathing and soft, quiet moans, G'raha couldn't be sure. What he was sure of, however, was that you were now looking right at him--or at least, towards him. Eyes trailing up and down the length of his lecherous portal as if to size up how much of a gap had been created. G'raha immediately retreated from view of the split, heart moving to pounding in his ears. Had he just been caught? Had you seen him leering at you through the doorway? He dared not breathe, dared not move lest it make any sound to draw you closer.
His ears perked once more, reacting to the sound of shifting upon sheets. Dread began to crawl through him as he could hear the pads of feet touching the floor soon after. He quickly looked around himself in panic; he had to hide! Had to find a means of escape! Should you open your door and find him out in the hallway like this, it would be the end of your friendship! The delicate bond he'd waited a century to create was shattered by his lack of self-control.
His head whipped to his right, finding a single door next to yours, its faded lettering illegible to his panicked mind. He could only hope it read haven for it was currently his only means of one. He rushed over to it, grateful as the handle twisted easily. Careful, as he opened it just wide enough to slip through and hide inside. It fell shut with the softest click he could manage, just as he heard the hinges on your door creak at the same time.
He vibrated where he stood in the dark room, praying to any god that would listen that you had not seen him slip in here. That you couldn't hear his hand shaking around the door handle as you stood in your own doorway. G'raha wondered briefly if you were standing proudly on display or if you were huddled behind the door as you peered out into the hall. Could only imagine the look on your face as you quietly whispered if anyone was there. Had that been disappointment in your voice? No, surely it was panic. For surely you had not meant to leave your door unlocked and unlatched. You had looked his way in surprise after all. Pupils constricting slightly from being blown wide during your moment of wanton abandon.
G'raha pressed his ear to the door, waiting in distressed anticipation for any further sounds from you. Seconds felt like bells before he finally heard a sigh--possibly of relief, though strangely sounding of desperation--from you before at last the click of your door latching shut. He let out his own bated breath, collapsing his forehead to the wood before him. He had successfully escaped your notice, at least for now.
He would likely have to wait for signs of you falling asleep before he could comfortably leave here. For now, though, this room was to be his gaol cell. His punishment for spying on you in a private moment not meant for his eyes. G'raha turned to face into it, blinking to adjust to the darkened room before him. He appeared to be within a supply closet of some sort. Just a small, narrow space with a scarce array of spare bedding and a poor selection of cleaning supplies within it. Fitting, he would end up in a small dark place to sit in his shame.
Would that he were the room next door instead…
G'raha quickly shook the thought from his head. No. It was wrong what he had done! You were his friend, no matter how much he desired to be more. You trusted him, and yet… he had already broken that trust. Had surely crossed a line with his actions. To chance upon your unlatched door was one thing, but to stand there watching was another.
There was the sudden sound of springs creaking in protest from a mattress nearby. G'raha jumped at the sound, confusion and panic taking brief hold before curiosity set in. He moved a step closer towards the center of the room, as the faint muffled sound of a groan soon followed. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, to realize that the wall to his left was a shared one with your room, your bed clearly nestled against the other side of the cobblestone. The sound of you shifting atop your sheets came clearly to his ears as he ventured closer towards the far corner.
Oh no.
Oh Gods.
He had escaped one means of temptation only to end up in another!
Who had designed this inn!? He had half a mind to look them up and hunt them down should he ever escape this room alive. The continued sounds of your shifting were certain to cause his heart to burst at any given moment. Why were these blasted walls so thin? Or better yet, why was his hearing so cursedly good? Why was he moving deeper into the room…? Allowing his feet to carry him towards the sound like a moth to a flame. Stopping in the corner to face the wall, to face towards you.
Why was he overly aware of your presence just beyond? Of how tight his pants still felt, despite everything that had just occurred before.
You were just settling into bed, he told himself. The fear of being caught, clearing your mind from continuing any further. The shifting was just the sound of you crawling beneath the sheets, your cheeks likely as aflame as his own in that moment. Your mind torn between temptation and shame. Just like his. Surely…
There was a pause, the world going still and quiet, before G'raha's ears shot to attention. The sound set his cheeks further ablaze.
You moaned.
G'raha's breath caught in his throat. An unbidden thought suddenly enrapturing his mind as the sound moved like levin through his veins.
What if... you had wanted to be caught?
You could have easily slipped away from everyone during dinner without their notice. It wasn't like it was uncommon for you to do so. Could have merely waved off his look of concern when asked if you were alright. And it was a far stretch to believe that the vaunted Warrior of Light was clumsy enough to leave her door unlatched, to easily swing open should someone come knocking.
As he had done.
Perhaps that had actually been a sigh of disappointment from you when no one was at your door. The look you gave upon hearing the noise was not one of panic but of interest. G'raha's head began to swim with what-ifs and could it be's as he continued to replay everything in his head. His cock began to strain in his shorts as his mind became enveloped with the possibilities.
It was only till he heard another wanting sigh from you that his mind snapped back to the present. He eagerly pressed against the wall, shedding his hesitation from before as he far too readily accepted that conclusion. He couldn't deny it any longer; he wanted your little game of cat and mouse to continue. Perhaps you didn't know he was now listening from the other side of the wall, but you were certainly being accommodating enough to make it easy for him. Maybe you were just loud in bed--something G'raha had always imagined you to be--but you had definitely not been this loud while he was peeking through your door before. Was that simply because he was closer now? Or were you simply far more turned on by the thought that you might have been seen? Might have been caught?
His eyes fluttered shut as he heard you repeat the same lilting sounds. The image of your teasing fingers working your sensitive buds fills his mind. You had been so thorough in your ministrations. Hands working slowly and deliberately. Another thing he accepted as just a part of your game. The way your legs had fallen apart so seductively, the way you had angled yourself on the bed so you could be so readily seen. So easily caught on full display.
G'raha found his own hand drifting down between his legs. Letting out his own small gasp as he finally allowed his twitching cock some much-needed attention. He pressed his forehead to the wall, his other hand steadying himself against it as he began rubbing slowly. Painfully slow, just as you had done to yourself. Single finger running up and down your already sopping core. There was another sigh from you across the wall, and G'raha responded in kind.
If only he had been able to watch you longer. Been able to witness more of what you liked as you drove him and yourself mad with need. He would file it all away, burn the images into his mind, should he ever get the treasured opportunity to put that knowledge to good use. He'd follow your every step, obey your every wanting command to fulfill your desires. He wished for nothing more than to please you. To show you just how much he treasured your body, your existence.
You certainly deserved it. Deserved to have your needs met and your every hole filled; to have your body thoroughly loved till you were boneless beneath him. Just a mewling mess that knew nothing but lust and desire--just as you were right now. He would do it all for you. Reduce you to a lowly harlot till you could do nothing but cry out his name, should you ask.
You gave a shuddering gasp just then, breath caught in your throat. Held there before G'raha could make out what had caused such a titillating sound to escape your lips. The lewd sound of wet motions could be heard. A slow but steady pace was being set by your own hand. G'raha cursed under his breath, his fingers quickly setting to work to undo the laces of his pants. Another stifled moan from you accompanies their fall to the floor. His own breath caught as skin finally met skin.
You gave a quiet little curse yourself, confirming his earlier suspicions as you breathily confessed, "I wish you were here…"
He bit into the back of his bracer to try to quiet the whimpering moan that left him. Pumping his aching cock as he shared in the desire. You could mean anyone, Scion or otherwise, but that didn't change the longing he had to be in there with you. To burst through your door and fall upon you like a beast in heat.
And fall upon you he would.
He would at least greet you with passionate kisses before pinning you to the bed. Would assuredly praise your beauty as he worked his way down your body. Pay due tribute to your breasts, taking his time to tease each pebbled nub before his tongue and lips would chart a course down your stomach. Kissing playfully along your inner thighs, getting tantalizingly close to your sex, till you were begging for attention. He smirked; he would, of course, give it to you, but only after you suffered a little longer for your teasing display before in the doorway. He'd wrap his hands around your thighs, spreading you open for him. Making you watch as he licked slowly once up your slit, eliciting a hitching gasp from you as blown pupils clung to his every movement.
Then you would get your reward.
He moaned as he imagined his lips enveloping your most sensitive bud, no longer caring if you heard him. He'd circle it with his tongue, suck hard and soft, lightly nip, whatever had you melting like the minx you were. His hands would hold you still with a bruising touch as you tried to squirm around him. He'd linger on the actions you reacted to the most, seek more wanting cries as he delved deeper into you. Allowing his tongue to trace every fold, every wall till you were clenching around his head, reduced you to a weeping puddle for only him to enjoy.
"P-please…" G'raha heard you whimper, "Please.. Give it to me…" You asked--you begged.
Well. Since you asked so nicely, he wanted to murmur back instinctively. The words are a low growl at the back of his throat. Running the risk of allowing his heated desire for you to become feral.
For who was he to deny the Warrior of Light?
You answered your own call. Another gasp escapes you, this time overlapping with the sounds of wet slapping. Perhaps you had a toy in there, were filling yourself up as your filthy mind conjured your own unabashed images. Fucking yourself in the most delicious ways you knew how, as you imagined being pounded into by another.
Whose face did you picture as you pumped your fingers or toy in and out of that greedy cunt of yours?
Would it be Thancred's? With his Casanova ways, dripping in charm as his velvet voice whispered provocation into your ears. His expertise and body count, unrivaled amongst the others, would have you experiencing things you never could imagine.
No, he reasoned as you whimpered once more. Thancred had not even been at dinner tonight. Had missed his chance at your invitation in his absence. So perhaps someone who had there, then.
Estinien had been. Was an easy assumption to make. The way the man looked at you was not too far off from how G'raha did. His towering frame and built body could easily envelop yours. Easily lift you with those powerful arms and fuck you against any surface he liked. The two of you likely a force to be reckoned with, just as you were on the battlefield.
Then there was Urianger. Nearly equally as tall and surprisingly built, yet opposite in every other way. His lovemaking would be softer, delicate, thorough. He'd study you like one of his tomes, practiced fingers carding through your folds, thumb tracing tight circles around your clit as his clever tongue made short work of everywhere else.
Or perhaps Y'shtola was more to your liking. The domineering woman putting you in your place by whatever means she saw fit. Likely with honeyed words of praise for every service and action you performed to her liking. Followed by playful tuts and punishing smacks should you disobey or displease. She would edge you within and ilm of your life, and you would still beg for more.
Was there only one Scion? Or multiple? Did you envision yourself being taken by a combination of your friends? Your bodies entwining in an array of pleasurable positions as you crossed that line into becoming lovers.
Was one of those lovers him?
What would you think of your friend, G'raha Tia, if you could see him now?
Yearning with such aching lust, he had become slick in his own hand. Bracer all but chewed to bits. Breath in such ragged pants as his hips begged to thrust in tandem with your own noisy ministrations. This old soul acting like a young Seeker in heat while he fantasized about pinning your knees to your chest. Bending you in half as he bottomed out against your hips. What would you say if you knew he wanted nothing more than to bite into the nape of your neck as he fucked you senseless. Marking you as his for all to see.
You hissed out a loud "Fuck…!" as your pace quickened, G'raha's hand following along. Your words fell into an unintelligible string as he greedily wished for his name to be amongst them.
Say it, he wanted to growl in your ear.
"Ha-a…ah! P-please.."
Say my name.
He wanted nothing more than to be mounting you from behind. Hips moving like pistons against yours as he fucked into you hard and deep. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. Leaning down over your back to leave love bites wherever his mouth could reach.
"D--don't… Don't stop!"
G'raha couldn't stop the wicked grin that grew across his lips. Who knew the famed Warrior of Light was such a needy little slut. Pleading for release by her own hand as she keenly announced her rising peak. He shared in your moans, breathed whispered praise for being such a good girl in putting on this show. This wanton display would live in his mind until he drew his last.
Your breathless sighs devolved into wanting sobs as you continued to chase your own release. G'raha could feel his own building within him, a rising determination to come undone alongside you. He wouldn't let you cum alone, not when you had so clearly been chasing company tonight. Had been so eager to be filled that you left your bloody door unlatched.
"H-ha... y-yes... yes! Fuck me!" You cried, and G'raha dared to share in your words with whispered yeses of his own. You were going to make short work of him at this rate. Just as you were keen to make short work of yourself.
Your name teetered on his lips, threatened to spill forth with every moan. He wanted to utter it against your skin like a prayer. Wanted you to know just how much he desired you, body and soul.
Your praises continued, your wet thrusting becoming deeper with every one. A name hung at the tip of your tongue; G'raha could hear it in your voice. He wanted you to say it. Wanted to know what lucky soul had you masturbating as though your life depended on it. If anything, he just wanted to know who to thank for such a lovely gift.
"Haa... aah.. yes!"
Say it.
"...I-I'm so close--"
"Say it," he quivered out, on the brink.
"--R.. Raha!"
G'raha's eyes flew open, everything coming to a halt.
W-was that... Were you really... To the thought of him?
He had asked for it before but had never actually imagined...
"R-Raha...!" You keened.
His eyes lulled back shut with a sharp breath. What a beautiful sound. What a sultry, glorious sound. He felt as though he had been blessed this day. A reward, he reasoned--hand slowly beginning to stroke his length again, now more on the brink than before--though you did not know you had given it to him.
"Say it again," he begged with a low, breathy moan.
"Raha!" You unknowingly answered.
He whispered your name back in kind. Aching with the desire to sink his teeth into the soft, supple flesh of your neck. Sealing his claim over you with a loving mark upon your skin. His small fangs pierced his bracer instead, nails scraping into the cobblestone wall that kept you from him.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! His tail thrashed behind him, the coiled knot within him threatening to snap.
"Rah-a!" Your voice cracked as you reached your peak.
A lilting sob graced G'raha's ears as you tossed him over his own edge. Exploding into his hand as his body quivered around the force of his own orgasm. He covered his mouth quickly as he keened, breath in ragged pants. You had just fulfilled a dream of his, and you didn't even know it.
He could make out your own gasping breath from beyond. Coming down from your own euphoric high with an unintelligible mumble. The quietest you had been since the very start, when he was still standing in your doorway. His mind reeled through his bliss, a small part of him whispering foreboding consequences for his actions sometime in the future, but he ignored them. He knew his night would be spent screaming into a pillow about this later. For now, he just wanted to sit and pretend just a bit longer.
He thought he heard a dark chuckle from you. A warm, almost teasing-sounding giggle from your side of the wall. G'raha smiled in response, so lost in his pleasure-addled thoughts, his mind more focused on making sure his knees wouldn't buckle beneath him. That's probably why he didn't notice your shifting. Barely realized that your voice sounded a lot closer and clearer than before. So when you finally spoke, it sounded as though you were right up against the wall yourself. Snapping his eyes open as you sent his body rigidly still with your words.
"Did you enjoy yourself, G'raha?"