Chapter 1: A Miqo'te walks into the bar...
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Estinien gazed into the bottom of his empty mug as he sat at the bar of the Forgotten Knight. No matter where his travels took him, he always managed to return to his old haunts. He couldn’t help but let his mind muse over the many changes that were being made in Ishgardian society due to, in no small part, by his dear friend Aymeric. He was both proud and concerned for the young Knight Captain, knowing his friend would succeed but hoping he wouldn’t do so to the detriment of his own well-being. Such thoughts seemed to be more of that of a longing wife and less that of a fellow comrade-in-arms; the thought brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. The sudden rush of cold air as a new patron entered the threshold woke him from his thoughts as he tilted his head back to see a familiar red miqo’te make his way inside. Estinien’s questioning gaze found his, and G’raha gave a flustered yet relieved smile and made his way anxiously to join his fellow scion at the bar.
“Estinien!” said G’raha as he hopped up onto the barstool with a slightly awkward maneuver. The stools here were a bit tall for him due to being built for Elezen, not miqo’te. This was the last person Estinien had thought to run into and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what brought the scholarly scion out from his Sharlayan book troves to the cold stones of Ishgarde. Curiosity aside, he maintained his cool demeaner and nodded his head while giving a non-committal grunt of acknowledgment. The bartender gave the miqo’te a suspicious look then eyed Estinien who answered his silent question with a nod and the bartender brought over a round of ale for the two men.
“What brings you out here?” asked Estinien as he pulled a mug closer to himself and gently pushed the other to his companion. G’raha gave the ale a somewhat uneasy look but shrugged it off and took a swig. He immediately tensed, tail shooting up and fur going rigid, ears flattened against his head and his face squinted as he fought the urge to spit out the offending beverage and instead forced himself to swallow with noticeable effort. Estinien sat there looking at him wide-eyed and then gave the bartender, who was also starring at the miqo’te’s reaction with equal amounts of odd fascination, an apologetic shrug and took the mug away from G’raha to sit it down at some distance before he spilled it.
“Well, that’s quite enough of that…. Clearly it was not the ale that brought you this way…” retorted Estinien. G’raha felt his cheeks flush, and he began to fidget in embarrassment at his own reaction. The brief and accidental brush of a tail against his leg sent a shiver up Estinien’s spine but he immediately dismissed it and found himself suddenly more interested in G’raha’s reason for being there.
“Actually,” began G’raha, “I was curious to explore the library of the Saint Reymanaud Cathedral for a bit of research regarding Ishgardian deities, but my curiosity got the better of me and I may have accidentally peeped into a few forbidden tomes…”
“Accidentally huh?” Estinien punctuated the mild accusation with a sip of ale as he eyed the scion suspiciously. The guilty ear wiggle was more than enough to incriminate the scion; Estinien could only hope the miqo’te never engaged in a high stakes game of triple triad.
“Honestly what is even the point of putting something in writing and then forbidding it to be read? Why, it’s absolutely mmph!.” Estinien brought his hand up to silence the scholarly miqo’te’s rambling.
“I shall have to ask that you get to the point.” Grumbled Estinien, he could feel the attention of other patrons tuning in to the animated scion and it was not the sort of attention he would welcome, given the surroundings. Again, the swift brush of a tail on his leg, feather soft yet he was very aware of its presence. He briefly wondered if a sudden yank might teach the miqo’te to keep his furry appendage to himself.
G’raha gasped as he jerked his face from Estinien’s grip, “gah! I was getting to that…. Um… well, that is to say…” G’raha’s eyes wandered up as if he was trying to recall his thoughts; he really was rather cute in a handsome sort of way thought Estinien to himself as he stole an accusatory glance at his ale mug.
“I gather they rather ‘politely’ asked you to leave and so you somehow wandered here…?”
“Not sure I’d describe the manner in which I was made to leave… ‘polite’.” Retorted G’raha as he crossed his arms together and gave an indignant pout.
Estinien let out an amused chuckle; despite appearances, Estinien was actually enjoying the comfortable warm buzz of his fourth round of ale, and he was beginning to warm up to his fellow scion’s company. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier just how attractive the red haired miqo’te was or was that just the alcohol dulling his senses? Attractive or no, if that tail brushed him again, he was wondering just what he might do about it.
“Estinien?” G’raha’s use of his name brought Estinien’s focus back to the present, it would seem he’d zoned out for a bit. Estinien sat up straight and finished the ale in front of him and passed the bartender some gil for a tip.
“Apologies, it would seem I may have drunk to my limit. Well, tis good that you are finding things to do…” he replied. He feared his mind was starting to turn down some rather disturbing paths and he dared not risk acting upon them lest he offend his fellow scion.
“Do try to stay out of trouble won’t you.” Estinien studied the look on G’raha’s face, it almost appeared disappointed as he rose from his barstool to leave. G’raha smiled with a slight blush to his cheeks and waved at his fellow scion and watched him leave. As Estinien turned and left, the rush of cold air hit him rather cruelly in the face and he released a somewhat longing sigh as he was left alone. Not wanting to leave right away for fear it might look like he was following the dragoon he turned back to his abandoned ale and took a final swig… or rather attempted at a swig of the strong beverage. Suddenly his throat and lungs were erupting into a coughing fit as he struggled to swallow the bitter drink. He struggled to muffle his coughs and was just beginning to regain his composure when a new drink was gently slid his way.
“Here, try this why don’t you.” Came a voice from behind him. G’raha looked up to see a dark haired elezen with sharp features and bright green eyes. “The ale here is pretty rough but perhaps if it came from higher on the shelf, it might go down a tad smoother.” The elezen smiled at G’raha and for lack of a reason not to partake of the stranger’s generosity he took the offered beverage and gave it a sip. Sure enough the beverage offered to him was sweet, not bitter, and had a welcome warming sensation that seemed to put him at ease.
“Thank you, your consideration is most appreciated.” He replied as he finished the drink and began to get up from the bar. Just as he was about to head in the direction of the exit, a hand found its way firmly planted against his chest which caused him to pause.
“Leaving already? I hadn’t even gotten your name yet; it isn’t everyday such an exotic creature finds their way to these cold corners of Ishgarde. Just looking at you makes me think of warmer days and yet you would leave without so much as offering a name?”
G’raha felt his cheeks blush, was this elezen hitting on him?
“Um… sorry I can’t stay; I have research I must get back to.” Replied G’raha nervously as he backed away from the hand and turned to leave in the other direction. His momentum came to an abrupt halt followed by a yank backwards as a sudden grip on the back of his scarf sent him back onto the bar stool, two hands now firmly planted on his shoulders and a body pressed behind his. The elezen leaned over, resting his head on top of G’raha’s as he spoke, “I insist you stay, If it’s research you’re after, I can provide you with plenty.”
G’raha felt something in his stomach tighten with dread as realization began to dawn on him, suddenly he felt his body heating up and his vision began to blur around the edges. His focus seemed to be slipping, what was going on? There was a hand sliding up under his shirt, who’s was it? Where was Estinien? Why did Estinien leave?
“Eh…Stinien…” mumbled G’raha as the hand that had crept up his shirt began to stroke his abs; sending little waves of electricity rippling through his nerves. His mind screamed at him to run, to fight back but his body wouldn’t listen. It was as if his mind was disconnected from the rest of him all while being painfully aware of what was happening.
“hehe… I can be whoever you want me to be cutie.” Whispered the elezen in his ears as he let one hand dip low against his backside and stroke the base of his tail causing G’raha to let out a pitiful mewl.
“ngh… no…” whimpered G’raha as he struggled against the elezen and tried to get the bartender’s attention, surely someone would see that he was in distress and intervene. Unfortunately for G’raha, the Forgotten Knight was not the type of establishment where patrons sought to interfere, nor did they care to pay much attention to a foreigner who was so obviously out of place. He’d heard the term “heretic” thrown about ever since he had arrived and wondered if his mere presence was somehow a taboo. The elezen that was leaning and effectively pinning G’raha to the bar suddenly stepped back only to be joined by another elezen, this one sporting an eyepatch and a faded scar upon his cheek.
“Not bad Dzenier, looks like your special brew is working its magic; let’s take him out back.”
G’raha’s ears twitched, and he wanted so desperately to run away but seemed unable to remember how to work his own legs. Suddenly there were two elezen on either side of him, hoisting him up as if he were a patron who’d had too much to drink. His feet staggered to follow their lead as he was guided out of the tavern by an alternate exit that led to the back alleys of the Brume. His body was hot, he was beginning to sweat, and he felt dizzy, he had no idea what was going on as he was led into a particularly out-of-the-way corner of the Brume.
“This should be good enough,” remarked the one-eyed elezen, “Now let’s see what you caught for us this time.” Dzenier smirked and held G’raha up and against his chest, “See for yourself Uerallien, he should fetch a good price I’d wager, poor thing can’t hold his ale though, nor can he hold his poisons either…” the two elezen shared a dark laugh and G’raha’s mind began to panic, how had he gotten into this mess? Unfamiliar hands were suddenly upon him, pulling up his shirt to stroke and grab at him. He shivered from the cold as well as the revulsion of being at the mercy of the two men. His ears went flat and his tail swished about as he tried to focus with everything he had, he began to squirm in earnest while at last finding his voice.
“G..Get off me!” he yelled and was swiftly met with a punch to the stomach that had him gasping for air. Slender fingers roughly seized him by his hair and wrenched his head back causing him to grunt in pain as his mind swam from the toxins within him.
“Shhhh.” Taunted Dzenier as he moved around to press G’raha against the wall while pressing his leg in between G’raha’s, effectively forcing the drugged miqo’te’s legs apart and keeping him trapped. “This doesn’t have to be unpleasant, be a good kitty cat and relax, no one’s going to come to the aid of a foreign heretic.” whispered Dzenier menacingly into G’raha’s ear. Uerallien stepped in and began to stroke along G’raha’s sides then firmly griped at his breeches and began to pull the garment lower on his hips. G’raha whimpered in protest as he squirmed against the two elezen. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he tried desperately to think despite the fog that encumbered his thoughts, leaving only the fear and the dread. Rough hands reached down the back of his loosening breeches and cupped the curve of his rear, squeezing firmly and eliciting a yelp from him as he tried to kick at his molesters.
“Got ourselves a fighter it seems.” Grumbled Dzenier as he adjusted his grip and slammed G’raha against the wall. The impact caused G’raha to crumble to the ground, no sooner did he fall then he began to weakly scramble to his hands and tried to crawl away. Suddenly his vision erupted into white agony as he felt his tail cruelly yanked, forcing him to get dragged back towards his assailants.
“Stop! Please, let me go!” cried G’raha as he kicked clumsily at whichever elezen was pulling his tail.
“Hold him down!” ordered Dzenier. G’raha thrashed about as he was seized from behind and held down firmly. Dzenier stood over the struggling scion, his expression lewd and cruel.
“Now, now, you best behave… you wouldn’t want us to have to punish you… or would you?” Dzenier’s voice dripped with promises of torment, and he squatted so that he was perched hovering above G’raha’s chest and starring him down. G’raha winced as his hair was roughly pulled, forcing him to face Dzenier who stroked his cheek in mock affection with his free hand.
“I wonder…” he mused, “If it’s true what they say about Miqo’te tongues… that they are rougher than other races… I can’t help but wonder what that would feel like..”
G’raha felt a tear escape down his cheek when suddenly a whirlwind of aether followed by a loud thud rang in his ears and the bodies that had once held him firmly suddenly slumped like dead weight all around him. Towering over him was the unmistakable silhouette of Estinien, lance at the ready and poised to attack should the lowlifes not have the good sense to stay down.
“You really are a handful, you know that?” came a familiar deep gravelly voice. G’raha felt himself being lifted as if he weighed nothing at all; his body relaxed as if on instinct as he inhaled Estinien’s familiar scent and allowed the dragoon to lift him up and hoist him over his shoulder.
“I’ll have the guard come and retrieve these two, but you need to try and rest. Whatever they gave you is rather potent.” Whatever else Estinien said was lost on G’raha as he let relief wash over him and with it, sweet unconsciousness claimed his senses.
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Estinien gave a disgruntled sigh over the miqo’te’s predicament. Between G’raha and the twins, Estinien wondered if he had somehow become the Scion’s unofficial babysitter. Regardless, he had had an uneasy feeling ever since he had left the tavern and more often than not, his instincts tended to be fairly accurate, especially since his merging with Nidhog. For better or worse, Estinien’s senses and intuition had grown ever sharper since that incident. Then there was the matter that the Brume was no place for an altruistic scholar with little to no street smarts. Estinien hauled the unconscious miqo’te back to the Forgotten Knight and bought them a room for the night. He took G’raha to the room and placed him gently on the bed.
Estinien gave the scion a brief examination, he brushed his hair back and studied his face, he didn’t appear to have suffered anything more severe than a few odd scratches. Estinien felt his blood boil with barely contained rage as he took in the disheveled state of G’raha’s clothes. He bent over the sleeping miqo’te to loosen his scarf and remove his shoes so that he could better see if he was injured. With the most delicate of touches and sincerest of care, Estinien began looking his companion over without disturbing him. He again felt his blood heat up as he noted what appeared to be hand shaped bruises forming on the miqo’te’s waist and hips. It would seem he had arrived in the nick of time, but that fact gave little comfort to the normally stoic dragoon. He cursed under his breath for ever leaving G’raha alone in the first place. Once he was satisfied that G’raha could rest peacefully he took a seat by the window and held his silent vigil for his comrade. The sky grew dark outside, and the room took on a chill despite the fire burning in the hearth.
Estinien let his eyes rest on the steady rise and fall of G’raha’s chest as he slumbered peacefully and wondered if it would be permissible to seek his warmth from his companion. Estinien felt something stir within him as he felt curiosity guide his hand to reach and stroke the soft fur of G’raha’s ears. The furry ears flickered under his touch and a sleepy moan escaped G’raha as he rolled over to curl on his side. His tail coiled up around him and the low rumble of a purr began to reach Estinien’s ears.
“You’ve got to be kidding…” smirked Estinien in fond amusement. Seeing that his fellow scion suffered no injury, the dragoon readied to leave and return to his post by the window when a hand found it’s way to grip his shirt. A slight tug and Estinien’s attention focused on a pair of heavy-lidded red eyes that seemed to barely register their surroundings.
“G’raha?” he wasn’t sure if the miqo’te was even truly awake or if the drugs were still running their course. G’raha mumbled something incoherent and gave the dragoon’s shirt a weak tug as if beckoning him to stay. Unsure of what to do, Estinien gave a heavy sigh and sat down next to G’raha who in turn responded by snuggling close as if seeking warmth.
Estinien reached down and gently stroked G’raha’s hair, this time more deliberately with the intent to comfort, and found that his purring rose in both volume and intensity.
“You know I’m actually more of a dog person.” Commented Estinien to the situation in general. G’raha made no indication that he heard Estinien as he simply continued to purr, snuggled up against Estinien’s hip. Within moments Estinien jerked slightly as he felt a sudden grip on his thigh followed by release and then it repeated; G’raha was gently kneading Estinien’s outer thigh in his sleep. “You really are pushing it.” He grumbled but the softness in his eyes belied the growing fondness he was feeling towards his fellow scion.
Some time passed and the azure dragoon began to slowly lean further into the bed as sleepiness began to claim him as well. It wasn’t until the sun’s earliest rays began to creep into the room, that the two men began to stir. G’raha’s eyes slowly began to focus as he began to register his surroundings… The first thing he noticed was that he was not in his Baldesian Annex chambers, the second thing he noticed was that he was not alone in his bed. G’raha found his hands gripping the lower hem of a dark blue shirt and the sound of a heartbeat underneath his head. He tilted his head to find he was half laying on top of a certain legendary dragoon who was softly snoring as he slept. Warmth that was no doubt followed by redness crept into his cheeks as memories of the previous evening began to return to him. He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame as to how gullible he had been. To have allowed himself to be drugged and sexually harassed on top of that, how was he ever to face the other scions?
The body beneath him shifted as Estinien let out a tight stretch and a yawn as he began to wake. G’raha jerked upright and gave the dragoon some space as he frantically began combing his hair into place with his hands. Estinien opened his eyes and noted the flustered miqo’te before him, “Well it’s good to see the effects of whatever they slipped you last night appear to have worn off. How do you feel?”
G’raha awkwardly cleared his throat and began to look himself over, “I appear to be unharmed.”
“Good.” Estinien stood and gave G’raha an affection pat on the head, “Those men will have been dealt with in case you’re wondering.”
G’raha felt himself shrink back self-consciously as he remembered the rough hands that had handled him without a care. “Uh.. yes… and uh, thank you for coming to my aid yesterday.”
“Think nothing of it, the Brume is a rough place even at the best of times.” Estinien watched the way G’raha’s ears began to flatten and how his eyes seemed determined not to meet his. “I do hope you are not going to do anything so foolish as blame yourself for their disgusting actions.”
Crimson eyes shot up to meet Estinien’s and the light seemed to reflect a little too much. Estinien closed the space between them with one swift elezen-sized stride and placed a hand gently on G’raha’s shoulder. Without hesitating, G’raha leaned into what was clearly an invitation of comfort from the taller man and buried his face against the dragoon’s chest. Strong arms enveloped him and began gently stroking his back. “It wasn’t your fault.”
G’raha took a deep sigh as he let himself be held by the dragoon. Estinien’s presence was warm and reassuring; to think something so simple as a hug would have his body hungering so desperately for more. Years of slowly turning to crystal while maintaining an enigmatic façade for the sake of others had left no room for the basic comforts shared between emotionally complex sentient beings. G’raha felt his heart ache as he felt Estinien begin to release him from that gentle embrace, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to relinquish it as his hands fisted Estinien’s shirt in protest. Estinien felt the tug on his shirt, and he felt his own cheeks flush ever so slightly as the gesture seemed to stir something not only within his gut but within his loins as well. Suddenly very aware of his body’s stirrings, he wrenched himself free of the miqo’te and held G’raha firmly at arm’s length.
“Forgive me… we best get going.” Estinien awkwardly cleared his throat as he released his fellow scion. G’raha was startled at first by the sudden erratic change in behavior but shrugged it off as nothing more than he had probably caused enough trouble as is. After all, weren’t they supposed to be keeping busy now that the scions were presumably disbanded? He also couldn’t help but wonder as to what appeared to be the slightest shade of pink spreading across Estinien’s cheeks.
“Let’s get you to the Aetheryte, I don’t want to incur Krile’s wrath should you not return to assist her in due time.” The sudden clap on his shoulder brought G’raha back to the present.
“Ah yes, there will be no shortage of paperwork to organize for quite some time.” Sighed G’raha as he followed Estinien out the door. Estinien felt himself smile as G’raha walked closely alongside him, was he imagining the sudden proximity? The sudden brush of a tail against his leg caught his attention, even if G’raha was flirting with him, he couldn’t trust that his comrade wouldn’t come to regret such actions later and he dared not risk their friendship over his lustful urges. Estinien steeled himself against his companion’s growing gestures of closeness, the way he walked ever closer, let his tail stroke against him occasionally, and finally as they neared the Aetheryte plaza, he boldly took hold of Estinien’s hand. Estinien couldn’t bring himself to let go or refuse, he simply gave G’raha’s hand a comforting squeeze as they approached the giant crystal. Perhaps he would make a point to check up on the handsome scion before long.
“Thanks for everything Estinien.” G’raha released his hand and with a bounce he playfully bopped his forehead under Estinien’s chin before turning and disappearing into the aether. Estinien stood there rubbing his chin with a knowing smirk upon his features, perhaps he would need to visit his companion very soon indeed…
Chapter 2: A Lalafel Walks into the Bar...
Summary:
At Krile's behest, Estinien heads to Sharlayan to check up on the well-being of a certain scion who's skipped one too many meals and seems to be in dire need of a good night's sleep. It seems that the incident that took place in Ishgarde continues to G'raha but perhaps a dragoon can help keep the nightmares at bay?
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The vibrant colors of Thavnair were on full display as the sun began its dramatic retreat intro the horizon. Estinien thanked the young au-ra girl who brought him his chai tea while he watched a pair of flamboyantly decorated viera dance upon the stage. Admittedly it was hard to tell at times which of the viera was male or female as their lithe frames were both clothed in similar fashion and their movements so quick that they appeared as a blur of grace and color. Regardless, they were pleasant enough to look at and not so unlike miqo'te, who could also blur the lines of attraction despite their gender. A smile crept onto Estinien's face as the mental image of a certain red headed miqo-te dressed up in Thavnairian dance attire entered his mind. Indeed, the day had been long and Estinien been in many a meeting with Vrtra and had reached his limits for political dealings; it was now time to unwind and enjoy the vibrancy that was Radz-at-Han.
“Pardon me… Estinien?” came a familiar voice from behind him. Estinien straightened and turned to the source of the voice. Of all people to show up in this corner of Eorzea; Krile, with her yellow hoodie and perky features stood ready and eager to get his attention.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Estinien gave Krile a welcoming subtle grin and gestured for her to have a seat next to him. Krile hopped up next to the elezen and took a deep breath as if she had been running.
“I’ll get straight to the point my dear Estinien, I’m concerned for Raha. He hasn’t quite been himself since he returned from Ishgarde, and he had mentioned you had been there to help him out of a bit of trouble. To what extent of trouble, he would not say; merely that he wasn’t allowed near the library there for quite some time. However, I suspect whatever is troubling him, is more serious than he’s letting on. Do you know anything by chance?”
Estinien listened intently, his eyebrows knitted in concern as he recounted the incident where he had managed to rescue the scion from a pair of slave traders. He dared not say anything to Krile yet; if G’raha had not shared the details then he would not violate his friend’s privacy. He was, however concerned as to the miqo’te’s condition if his behavior change had managed to worry Krile.
“What’s he doing that’s made you concerned?” he asked, it was a safe enough question.
Krile gave an exaggerated sigh, “Well, he’s skipping meals, I don’t think he’s been getting enough sleep, and he’s been staying in more than usual. When I confronted him, he assured me that everything was fine and is now avoiding me.”
Estinien shook his head as he considered the implications; it wasn’t that unusual for the passionate scion to get so wrapped up in a project that he neglected his own well-being however the timing and his seeming refusal to face Krile did add merit to the suspicion that something was very wrong.
“I’ll swing by this evening after I’ve had my afternoon meeting with Vrtra. I assume I’ll find him at the annex or the library…”
Thank you Estinien; should you need me, do not hesitate to contact me by link pearl.” Estinien waved his farewell to Krile and lingered at the bar before heading off to meet Vrtra. Their meeting would not take long and before long he would make his way to the Baldesian Annex.
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"Help!" he cried out into the darkness but only the cruel laughter of unseen tormentors answered back. Rouch hands wrenched at his garments, seeking entry to grope and grab at his skin. One hand snaking up his shirt to claim his chest while another slithered lower to grip at the apex of his loins.
"Please stop!!! I don't want this!" he cried louder but the laughter above him was deafening and no matter how he struggled, the hands that invaded him would not relent. Another hand seemed to grab at his tail, peeling it from the hole in his pants as the garment was starting to shimmy lower on his hips...
"NO!" he cried and suddenly all the hands were gone. A few patrons of the library cast him a quizzical look as he sat up from the floor, half buried under a pile of books where he'd apparently fallen asleep. G'raha panted slightly as the last traces of his nightmare dissipated and he quickly collected himself and the books he would borrow. "Not again..." he thought to himself, this was the third time this week he had suffered such a nightmare.
The sky was steadily growing darker as the sun descended into the sea, bleeding its final rays across the water as it sunk. There was a notable chill in the air as snow began to fall over Sharlayan, many townsfolk began making their way home for the evening and more than a few shops began to close a little early. Armed with a modest stack of books, G’raha began his walk back to the Baldesian Annex. He shifted the weight of the books in his arms, wishing his hands were a bit freer to adjust his scarf, G’raha was not particularly fond of cold weather. Feeling the icy air ruffle his hair and fur, along with the darkening empty streets suddenly had his heart pounding a little faster than normal. His ears began to shift at every voice or sound he could catch, his breath hitched slightly as he heard footsteps approaching from behind him. He took a deep breath and began walking a little faster, so long as he stayed on the path, surely, he would be alright he thought. He turned down between some buildings; he was almost to his destination; there would be no harm in a shortcut. Except the footsteps were louder now, was he being followed? G’raha felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck raise and he gripped the books tightly to his chest before he began to jog briskly down the path. Footsteps hit the stone path heavy and fast behind him, G’raha panicked, he made a turn too early and ran into a dead end. He turned around ready to face his stalker, a tall figure loomed around the corner towards him and immediately he felt his body wrench in dread. G’raha released his books as his back met the wall behind him; feeling defeated he brought his hands to his head and crumpled to the ground, shaking his head and crying out “no…no…no” like a mantra.
“Calm yourself!” came a familiar gruff voice. A hand planted on his head and forced him to look up where he then met concerned blue eyes; this at last, shook the miqo’te out of his panic attack. G’raha blinked several times as if waking from a dream and instantly felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment at being caught in such a pitiful display.
“Oh! Hey Estinien! Forgive me, I thought you were… um it doesn’t matter. I was just heading to the annex and I… got turned around.” The flustered scion instantly bounced back to his footing and began collecting his scattered books. Estinien bent over and helped to retrieve some of the books, he stood to his full height and looked down on the miqo’te, studying his body language which was often more telling than his words. G’raha’s tail flicked about nervously but soon steadied and it seemed the redness that was once in his cheeks had begun to settle to a shade more closely attributed to the cold than to nerves.
“Shall we?” suggested Estinien as he stood aside, allowing his friend to take the lead. His fellow scion appeared visibly relieved as he continued on his trek back to his quarters.
The journey back had been unusually quiet, G’raha appeared to be somewhat lost in his thoughts. So much so in fact, that he didn’t seem to be completely aware that Estinien followed him into his room. G’raha set the books neatly on a table and when he turned to shut the door only to find Estinien standing in his wake, he jumped back startled but immediately tried to hide his momentary fright.
“Oh! I hadn’t realized you were still with me, forgive my lack of manners, can I get you anything?”
Estinien shook his head, “I might suggest getting you something instead. When’s the last time you ate?” Estinien was not one to waste time and so he opted for the most direct route. G’raha’s ears fell back slightly, and he seemed to hide behind his bangs, “Did Krile send you?” he asked.
“She’s worried about you, aye. Now that I’ve come to take my measure of you, I can’t say that I’m not concerned as well. You seemed awfully terrified just now in that alley.”
G’raha felt himself pout with a touch of indignity, “I’m fine, just tired, and besides, it was dark and it’s not uncommon to let one’s imagination get a little out of control at such times.”
“Most recent meal… when was it, what was it?” grumbled Estinien, he was in no mood for games.
The redheaded scion’s tail flew up in excitement as he was forced to confront the dragoon’s original question.
“I ate…” G’raha held his chin as he began to pace, trying to remember what it was while looking like he was solving a complex formula. Estinien punctuated his impatience with a fist pound on the table. “Toast!!! This morning!” yelped the miqo’te, tail shooting skyward along with his ears. Estinien gave a weary sigh and shook his head, “Then it is good that Vritra sent me here with this…” the dragoon reached for his pack and produced a modest assortment of fruit and dried meat. “Not exactly a feast but it’s a start.”
G’raha eyed the food, as much as he wanted to argue in order to save face, the loud empty grumble of his stomach betrayed him. Estinien eyed his companion, noting the struggled that played out on his handsome features. “You have a choice my friend… either you enjoy this Thavnairian snack or… I sit on you and force each bite down your talkative throat. What’s it gonna be? Do keep in mind that Krile scares me more than you do.” G’raha felt his jaw drop at Estinien’s bold threat but he decided that joking or not, Estinien would not allow for any outcome that didn’t involve him getting fed.
“Very well, if it will please you and Krile, I suppose I have no choice but to partake of Vrtra’s generosity.” He retorted while taking the offered seat and peeling the first bit of fruit. Estinien gave him a warm smile and gently patted him on his shoulder, “That’s very noble of you.” He teased. G’raha felt himself blush slightly but he couldn’t help but feel more relaxed the longer he seemed to be in the dragoon’s company. For the first time since he had returned from Ishgarde, G’raha actually felt the desire to laugh, and laugh he did at the absurdity that was him enjoying a meal thanks to his heroic dragoon.
“What’s so funny?” grumbled Estinien, suddenly worried he had said the wrong thing and had pushed the miqo’te over the edge. G’raha simply offered up a charming smile and let his tail casually flick against the dragoon’s leg, it felt good to not be afraid. Estinien tried not to stare as G’raha happily ate his meal in visibly higher spirits. The dragoon then turned to focus on the window and then to the notes scattered about, as if he had any idea what they meant; anything to try not and stare at his companion’s swishing tail, bright red hair, cute nose, and shapely….
“Estinien?”
The elezen blinked out of the trance he had somehow found himself in and focused more aware on his fellow scion.
“Forgive me, my mind was elsewhere.” Estinien turned his head to study a pile of books along the wall, the faintest hints of a blush coloring his cheeks. G’raha was blushing slightly as well, not completely sure, but it seemed like Estinien had been staring at him rather intently. The dragoon recovered from his slight embarrassment and stood up, making himself ready to leave. A sudden pain swelled in his stomach, G’raha didn’t want Estinien to leave yet, not when he was at last feeling more like himself. Estinien wasn’t sure what to say or what exactly he was supposed to do at this point, it was getting late, and he didn’t want to smother the miqo’te.
“I would hate to overstay my welcome and I dare say you could do with some extra sleep or so a certain Mistress Krile would attest, so I shall be making my leave.”
As soon as Estinien began to make for the exit, G’raha rose from his seat and met the elezen at the door. Estinien arched his eyebrow at G’raha’s sudden reaction but then smirked warmly and gently patted his head, “I’ll return in the morning once you are rested. There is a matter which I would like to speak with you about, but I would prefer you be well rested.”
G’raha reached out impulsively and grabbed Estinien’s hand, large, calloused hands met a slightly smaller pair that tugged with something akin to desperation like a silent plea.
“Please don’t go.” Mumbled G’raha, suddenly very self-conscious over his impulsive behavior.
Estinien relaxed in the miqo’te’s grip and turned to face the shorter scion. Something about the demure figure before him stirred something within him and he simply reached down with his free hand to gently cup G’raha’s cheek and lift his face so that he could better read his face. Brilliant crimson eyes blinked back what seemed to be a little too much moisture and Estinien wondered how those soft lips might feel against his. Estinien suddenly caught himself leaning closer into the miqo’te’s personal space, G’raha’s eyes were blown wide but he made no effort to turn away or move. Estinien gave a soft grunt of resignation and placed a gentle and chaste kiss upon G’raha’s lips. If the gesture had caused alarm, G’raha made no indication but he let out a rather loud sigh as if he’d been holding his breath.
“Get some rest. Tomorrow, I have a proposition for you if you’re interested. I’ll be only a few doors down should you need me.” With that said, Estinien gave G’raha a friendly pat on the shoulder and made his exit. G’raha must have released him upon being kissed for he stood there seemingly frozen in place. As soon as the door shut in Estinien’s wake, G’raha felt his entire body tense. His temperature seemed to rise, his fists clenched, tail wagged, and he felt his fur tingle; immediately he sprang into his bed and yelled into his pillow, releasing all of his pent-up energy from Estinien’s kiss. Whatever spell the dragoon had cast on him, it seemed to work; gone for the moment were his anxieties, and in their place a budding excitement for what sort of proposition awaited him come morning.
Chapter 3: Hot Springs and Passionate Nights
Summary:
Estinien has heard that the hot springs in Kugane have curative effects on both the mind and body. For this reason, he decides to treat G’raha to a date at the Bokaisen Hot Springs and it’s from there that their relationship begins to get steamy.
Notes:
This is where the E rating comes in. Sorry about the long delay. This chapter got accidentally deleted, misplaced, reworked, and redone so I hope the length makes up for the delays. Anyway, this treads into porn with feelings territory as these two lovely scions get to spend some ehem... "quality" time together. Enjoy!
Chapter Text
Eyes wide with excitement, G’raha’s gaze traveled up to behold the majesty that was Kugane Castle. The huge structure stood as a grand backdrop to the bustling city that surrounded it. Furry red ears twitched eagerly as they drank in the sounds of people going about various activities, from peddlers selling their exotic wares, to culinarians busy filling the air with the delicious aromas of their craft; all around, the city was alive and full of energy. His tail began to swish about in anticipation, playfully brushing up against his more stoic companion. Estinien grunted in mild annoyance as he snatched at the appendage and held his tail in a firm but gentle grip. “Now before we embark on this little adventure, I feel I shall need to lay some ground rules.”
“Ground rules? My dear Estinien I’m not a kitten. Shall I remind you that on the contrary I’m actually your senior in many aspects.”
Estinien noted the Miqo’te’s slightly smug grin and returned one of his own, making a point to pat his rather shorter companion’s head to emphasize his next counter.
“Only your mind my dear former exarch; your body is another matter, and its energy is what concerns me. See to it that you keep your feet at a close pace to mine own and do be mindful of that confounded tail of yours. It does have a tendency to get away from you I think.”
G’raha felt his cheeks blush from the elezen’s firm head pat but he nodded in agreement, he had no desire to cause his companion any undue stress.
***Earlier that day***
“SPPRRT!!!.... K… Kugane?!” G’raha gasped and coughed as he sputtered his coffee from an ill-timed swallow and gasp of excitement over the invitation he had just received.
Estinien smiled in amusement at his fellow scion and joined his side at the table. “You heard me correctly; I propose you join me to visit Kugane and the Bokairo Hot Springs. I hear the springs offer certain healing properties that may help to put your mind at ease as well as be pleasantly relaxing for both of us.” Estinien paused to take a sip of chai tea before he continued, “After all, with the world no longer in imminent danger, now is as good a time as any to indulge in some of life’s pleasures.”
G’raha had read about the hot springs of Hingashi and had always wondered what it might be like to experience them firsthand; but to do so with Estinien?! He could feel the fur on his tail bristle with barely suppressed excitement. He wiped the coffee from his chin and leaned up against Estinien, nuzzling his head under the elezen’s chin and letting out a low and joyful purr without thinking.
“Eh hmm… Shall I take that as a ‘yes’?” Estinien found himself wanting to embrace the affectionate miqo’te, but he hesitated as he heard footsteps enter the room.
“Um, Greetings mistress Krile.” Estinien gave G’raha a gentle nudge which signaled him to sit up straight.
“Well, I’m glad to see you two up and about. Raha, have you eaten anything?” Krile eyed the Miqo’te suspiciously.
G’raha hastily reached out and grabbed a muffin from the basket set on the table and crammed it in his mouth while nodding enthusiastically with a grand ‘thumbs up’ gesture. Krile arched an eyebrow and then searched Estinien who was suddenly busy examining the ceiling. “See that you don’t neglect your meals Raha, I take it you’re planning to go on a trip?”
G’raha gasped as he swallowed a bit too much muffin but eagerly answered Krile with eyes glistening with joy, “Only if it wouldn’t put you out!”
Krile giggled at G’raha’s unrestrained enthusiasm while still honor-bound to his duty with the students of Baldesian.
“Of course, You can go.” She replied happily, all too relieved to see her dear friend acting much more like his old self thanks to Estinien. G’raha came around the table to scoop her up in a grateful hug that caught the Lalafel quite off guard.
“Heavens Raha!” she yelped but the miqo’te would not contain his joy as he cuddled her in his embrace before gently setting her down. Estinien saw the happy scion head his way with ‘intent to hug’ written clearly on his face and he quickly put his hand up firmly against the advancing miqo’te’s chest, effectively ending the attempt. “Go pack your things.” He stated and pointed back towards G’raha’s quarters.
G’raha spun on his heel and was out the door without missing a beat. Estinien relaxed and gave out an exacerbated sigh while shaking his head. Krile smiled at him warmly and placed her hand on his arm, “Thank you Estinien, please take care of him.”
Estinien smiled at her in return but felt a slight pang of guilt as he couldn’t deny that this trip was as much for him as it was G’raha. In fact, the only reason Estinien stopped G’raha from hugging him wasn’t from any lack of desire for physical contact. Rather it was quite the opposite, he feared his body might react all too eagerly and that a hug might not satisfy his desires at present.
****Back to the Present***
The rest of the day had played out rather pleasantly. Estinien and G’raha had stopped at a food stand to enjoy some of the local faire, G’raha required an extra tug or tap on the shoulder whenever they passed by a book vender, and by the time they made it to the Bokairo Inn, the sun was beginning to set, and they were quite relieved to retire to their room when they did. Estinien had been to Kugane before in his travels, and he was delighted to see that their host had laid out some basic yukatas and house slippers, as well as a warm pot of tea.
“Go ahead and get changed, then we’ll head to the springs.” Estinien grabbed his robe and went to change behind an ornate paper screen. G’raha blinked curiously at the garments laid out for him and was about to remove his own when he caught Estinien’s silhouette behind the screen. The screen did little to obscure the well-muscled outline of the elezen dragoon’s form. G’raha knew he was starring too long but he could not seem to pry his eyes away. As Estinien began to slip off his garments, G’raha’s imagination went wild filling in the blanks. His tail began to swing excitedly, and he finally took a deep breath once he realized his body was starting to react and spun on his heel to get changed before he really got himself in a fix.
Estinien emerged from behind the screen sporting a light blue yukata that seemed tailored to accentuate the elezen’s tall stature and broad shoulders. He let his hair down and seemed elegantly relaxed in the basic robe. He noted that G’raha seemed to be struggling a bit, not sure how the belt was to be tied, and it seemed that perhaps his lavender shaded yukata was a bit too large as it seemed determined to slip off one shoulder or the other. Estinien reached up from behind him to lift the robe up onto his shoulder, catching a teasing glimpse of his tattoo.
“Having trouble?” he asked playfully, but G’raha’s ears flattened, and he looked off to the side in embarrassment while holding the belt out with the barest hint of a pout forming on his features. Estinien chuckled softly and took the belt from his companion. “Arms up.” He stated and he reached around G’raha’s waist to slip the belt through the correct loops, overlap, and bring around to tie in the front.
“Thank you.” Replied the now blushing miqo’te. Estinien felt a warmth rise in his chest at how cute G’raha looked in the yukata, and yet his mind wandered into how cute he would look without it as well. Estinien suddenly felt overcome with a certain curiosity, he leaned in close to G’raha, almost as if to embrace him. He pretended to straighten the fabric of the miqo’te’s robe but really it was all a pretense to ghost his lips against G’raha’s neck for the briefest of moments. When his companion did not push him away, flinch, or protest; Estinien took that as a very good sign.
G’raha felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand as erect as his now fluffed up tail. The proximity of Estinien was both intimidating as it was intoxicating. When Estinien stepped back and motioned for him to follow, he found himself following as if he were enthralled.
Once the two companions made their way to the hot springs, G’raha was snapped out of his wandering thoughts when Estinien gave his belt a tug. Instantly the fabric released around his waist, and he was suddenly very away of the chilly evening air. G’raha gasped and jumped back startled; “Relax, you must disrobe before you go into the springs. Go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” Explained Estinien.
G’raha felt a mixture of emotions, he suddenly felt very vulnerable, self-conscious, and wary of the situation. How was he supposed to walk out into a public spring wearing no clothes? A firm push from behind while his robe was simultaneously gripped by the collar; effectively forcing him out of it and through the curtained doorway towards the springs.
“AH!!! What the!?” G’raha stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing and stood out among the springs. The fact that he was nude no longer seemed to register as he took in the sight before him. The springs were blanketed in a thick frothy steam, soft glowing candles illuminated the walkways and painted the stones with the obscured shapes of the garden foliage. The springs themselves overlooked the Kugane harbor; large ships with wide sales were bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The ocean stretched out into the darkness as the sun sank like a melting lantern. There were no other guests, and all was silent save for some crickets, the odd cicada, and the gurgling water of the springs as they cascaded into one another.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” came Estinien’s voice from behind him. G’raha suddenly remembered his lack of attire and hopped into the spring for the sake of modesty. A loud splash followed by a yelp and G’raha was regretting jumping in so quickly; the water was downright hot after all. Estinien hissed softly as he eased himself into the spring with G’raha. He gave his companion a sympathetic look and settled down beside him. The miqo’te averted his eyes while his cheeks turned almost the shade of his hair. The elezen reached out and placed a hand on G’raha’s shoulder.
“Relax. For what it’s worth, I paid the host a handsome sum so that we could have the springs to ourselves this evening. No one else will be here, it’s just you and me.”
G’raha looked up at Estinien, their eyes met and the look that met his own was one of genuine care. The miqo’te found himself relaxing as his body got used to the temperature and the hand that rested on his shoulder became a comfort he wished would not soon depart. Estinien felt the tension in his companion’s shoulders release beneath his palm and he gave his fellow scion a warm smile while squeezing his shoulder playfully before releasing him.
“They say these springs are infused with minerals and aether that can rejuvenate the mind and body as well as provide restorative powers.”
G’raha filled his lungs with the aromatic steamy mist, allowing himself to relax even further, “I’ve read as much in old books, but to actually be here and experience it; no book could ever truly offer such satisfaction.”
Estinien smirked as he changed his position and slid up against the miqo’te, letting their bodies touch as he leaned in close, once again daring to let his lips graze the flesh of his companion’s shoulder.
“Indeed, but it is not a book’s job to provide… satisfaction.” Estinien let his lips linger on the damp skin while he reached under the water to let his fingers lightly stroke G’raha’s belly. He too, drank in the spring’s soothing vapors; it seemed as if every muscle in his body was relaxing, unwinding, and with them, so too were his inhibitions.
“Estinien!?” G’raha yelped in surprise as his friend began to act so openly intimate with him. Estinien mustered up his courage and placed a kiss on G’raha’s shoulder; together his lips pressed against G’raha’s damp skin, and they left a gentle pressure of affection; when no protest came, Estinien placed another kiss, this one higher up towards the miqo’te’s collar. Another kiss followed by another kiss, Estinien turned towards G’raha and pressed himself against the smaller scion, trailing his soft kisses up to his companion’s jaw then back down to the crook of his neck. There he breathed deep the scent of his companion and brought his hands around to hold G’raha steady by the shoulders before planting a more deliberate kiss on the scion’s lips.
No resistance, no muffled cries, no jerking motions; G’raha seemed to melt into Estinien’s touch. In fact, he was finding it very hard to even form a coherent thought let alone speak. For all his vast knowledge, the scholarly scion was, at present, reduced to no more than barely contained moans and mews beneath Estinien’s ministrations. The elezen sucked on G’raha’s lip gently and licked at the soft lips, silently requesting an entrance.
Permission was granted as G’raha parted his lips to invite his companion in. At first the two scions poked each other’s tongues and let their appendages meet in brief passes as they seemed to test each other’s willingness to continue. What first started out as an innocent exchange of experimental kisses soon evolved into a hungry duel of lust-driven, devouring kisses. G’raha moaned loudly into a kiss when the cunning elezen tweaked at his perked nipples and began stroking his well-toned chest. This invited Estinien to drive his tongue in deeper, taking full advantage at the opportunity he’d created. G’raha, not one to be outdone and equally as cunning, was no less an enthusiastic partner as he pressed up into the kiss and began to suck on the elezen’s tongue while wrapping his arms around the other man’s broad shoulders. G’raha pulled Estinien close as he teased their tongues together, making full use of the subtle barbs on his own to add a new sensation to their hungry union.
Estinien pulled away for air and stared at G’raha with heavy eyes full of desire, he could feel his inner dragon stirring within him; he wanted to mate, to breed, to bond with the red headed miqo’te now looking up at him with half-lidded crimson eyes. From beneath the water, a prehensile appendage rubbed up the elezen’s thigh and deliberately pressed along the length of his groin. Judging by the new flush of redness on G’raha’s cheeks, the miqo’te now understood just how much of the Azure Dragoon he had to deal with.
Estinien smirked in amusement as he hoisted G’raha up and onto his lap in one smooth motion. G’raha gasped, having not been expecting the sudden change in positions. He now found himself straddling Estinien’s lap while facing his companion. He wrapped his tail around one of Estinien’s thighs and gave him a gentle squeeze as he gripped his hands upon the Elezen’s shoulders for balance. He let out a pitiful moan as Estinien’s full and somewhat intimidating length pressed and rubbed against his own. His moan was hastily cut off as the Azure Dragoon leaned in to claim his moans with soft lips and a skilled tongue. G’raha felt himself melting against his companion but once Estinien began to grind his hips beneath him, pleasure and sensation ignited throughout his body.
“Raha…” Estinien whispered huskily into his flickering ear. Hands reaching around to grip his rear, shocked G’raha to attention.
“huh?” G’raha blushed and squirmed slightly as Estinien’s hands groped his rear. The intimate use of his name stirred his core which only intensified the sensations threatening to overwhelm him.
“Do you want this?”
G’raha cocked his head at Estinien questioningly, “What would make you think otherwise?” he asked in a breathy tone.
Now it was Einstein’s turn to blush.
“Well, it’s just that… You’ve been through a lot.” The dragoon looked away, fearful that he might spoil their mood but G’raha simply smirked mischievously and answered with a suggestive grind of his own hips against the elezen.
“My dear Estinien, I admit the incident you are referring to has caused me much unnecessary stress and it would be false of me to act as though I didn’t have some reservations, however… I’m not in some Ishgardian back alley, far from friends and allies. I’m here, in this moment, with you, the Azure Dragoon himself.” G’raha nuzzled up against Estinien, sighing deeply when the elezen’s hands began to stroke his back and pull him even closer.
“I won’t break… I’m tougher than I seem.” Whispered G’raha against Estinien’s chest. Estinien’s arms wrapped around him and held him securely in a comforting embrace.
“Then allow me…” replied Estinien as he leaned back from the hug and stroked his companion’s back gently, “To undo those memories with new ones. For every bruise they gave you, I would offer a kiss, for every ounce of pain, I would replace it with pleasure.” G’raha let out another wanton moan as Estinien grinded against him once again while holding him firmly in place.
“Now then… I’ll ask again…” teased Estinien as he thrusted against his companion suggestively and ran his hands back to again, cradle his rear with eager hands. “Do…you…want…this?”
A firm thrust and a finger suddenly stroking across G’raha’s entrance and then inserting within him, caused the former exarch to yelp and squirm from the touch, “Yes!” he cried as a second finger joined the first; he was no match for the elezen’s teasing. Estinien worked him a little more, gently stretching him before he shifted beneath him, lining up his cock with the miqo’te’s entrance, “ready?” asked the elezen.
G’raha took a deep breath, it had been so long since he’d partook in such activities, and it almost hurt to be so teasingly close. For a moment his mind flashed to the leering faces of his attackers, and he felt his body tense up, their touches were wrong and their intent had been cruel but as soon as he clenched with dread, Estinien thrust up inside him.
In a moment, G’raha’s mind went blank save for the one explosion of pressure within him as Estinien bottomed out inside of him. Dark thoughts that had been on the outskirts of his mind were suddenly blown away in the blast that was the azure dragoon’s lance meeting its intended mark. G’raha gasped and whimpered, he tightened his grip on Estinien and closed his eyes as his fought to regain some sense of control and force his body to relax. The Azure Dragoon gently stroked his back and leaned in to tickle his neck with kisses. Despite the lack of prep, the pain was brief and lacked the intensity that G’raha might have expected. He was clenched more out of desire and the pleasure of being filled than any true discomfort. It surely was a testament to the healing powers offered up by the hot springs.
The two scions took a moment to adjust to each other before they began to move in earnest. Estinien began to rock his hips, aiming slowly but firmly for G’raha’s sweet spot and plunging in as deep as he could, hitting said sweet spot with every thrust. G’raha, meanwhile, was trying desperately to hold on to his new lover. He wrapped his tail even tighter around Estinien’s leg as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the elezen pounding within him. Estinien smiled as G’raha made the cutest mew noises whenever he struck that particular bundle of nerves. He could feel his body get warmer in his core as the pressure within him began to climb. He reached down to gently grip his companion’s achingly erect cock into his hand and apply the necessary friction. G’raha cried out in pleasure, his body choking on Estinien’s swelling cock as he flinched and bucked helplessly to Estinien’s touch.
“Relax, try not to tense so much, yo… you’re hurting me…” grumbled Estinien. G’raha winced and squirmed, “And you’re… you’re getting bigger!” he gasped. Estinien released his own needy moan as he felt the knot begin to form in his cock… “G’raha I’m sorry!!!” he gasped; he could feel his draconic blood stir with lust-filled fury.
“Huh?” G’raha didn’t get a chance to process Estinien’s apology; he quickly found himself now lifted and pressed against the earthen wall at an angle, just on the edge of the spring with Estinien now bent over him and thrusting wildly. G’raha wrapped his legs around the elezen and grunted against the new onslaught as the dragoon drilled into him with increasing desperation. Estinien’s eyes began to glow with aether and his cock began to swell within the miqo’te, despite his body’s almost suffocating grip.
“Estinien!” yelped G’raha, taken aback by the sudden shift in the dragoon’s pace. Estinien felt his mind grow fuzzy, his thoughts narrowed down to a single all-encompassing instinct, to breed. His body was humming with draconic aether as his cock continued to swell with his increasing load. It was all G’raha could do to simply hold on as he felt the thick cock within him expand and grow hotter by the second.
“Estinien?” G’raha was beginning to worry, Estinien no longer seemed himself as his thrusts became more frantic. Then it happened, G’raha threw his head back as a strangled cry erupted from his throat while Estinien released his draconic load within the squirming miqo’te beneath him. G’raha too, cried out in pleasure as Estinien’s assault on his sweet spot at last ruptured a release from the scion. Estinien’s continued thrusts, despite having come, began to lessen but still continued as his cock filled G’raha with wave after wave of his essence. G’raha wondered for a moment if Estinien would ever truly… finish when at last the dragoon plopped unceremoniously on top of him in a boneless heap.
“Estinien!” yelped G’raha, this time alarmed over his companion’s well-being. Estinien lay motionless on top of the struggling miqo’te for a moment longer before gradually regaining his senses and he began to stir.
“Hm?” Estinien’s drowsy satiated expression suddenly sharpened with alarm, “G’raha are you alright? Did I hurt you?” he asked with sincere concern and his voice, ever so slightly buckled, at the end in fear. G’raha smiled warmly and reached out to run his hand through Estinien’s silver tresses, “I’m quite alright.” He assured yet when he began to sit up, he winced with a newfound discomfort.
“I may be a tad sore come the morning but we are on a vacation of sorts so I doubt it will affect us much. But what about you? I sort of lost you there at the end…”
Estinien’s cheeks reddened, and he looked off to the side, “Well um... I… that is to say, ever since I possessed the eyes of Nidhogg, I’ve had these urges from time to time.”
G’raha shrugged as he crawled out from under his lover, “Sounds rather fascinating actually, there was no such mentioning in the books I had read about you.” Estinien blushed even further, “I suggest you forget such books master ‘exarch’, as they no doubt had left out the best parts.”
“And what parts were those?” teased G’raha, playing deliberately into Estinien’s set up.
Estinien grinned and without warning, grabbed G’raha into his arms and stood up to his full height. G’raha made a startled noise as he was hoisted into the crisp night air and Estinien placed his forehead against his own affectionately.
“Those parts are the ones where I get a certain time-travelling, dimension-hopping miqo’te to purr his brains out when I am done with him.”
G’raha felt his cheeks blush as Estinien tossed his yukata on top of him and carried him back to their rooms. It was a small miracle that no one ventured out into the hall least they spy a particularly handsome and well-toned naked elezen carrying a disheveled and blushing equally naked miqo’te to his room. Once back in the privacy of their room, Estinien dried himself and his companion off then he lay G’raha down on the warm bed and began to trail soft kisses again, along his shoulder and down his chest. G’raha moaned contently against the elezen’s exploration of his body; when Estinien’s kisses found G’raha’s more intimate nest of red; the miqo’te felt his toes curl in apprehension as hot breaths tickled the sensitive skin of his semi-hard cock. G’raha mewed softly as Estinien didn’t bother to tease or torment, instead he simply took the miqo’te’s cock into his mouth where his long tongue swirled around the hardening flesh.
G’raha bucked beneath Estinien and bit into his hand to muffle his moans. Estinien smiled against his cock and ran his hands along his companion’s body, teasing him all over with sensations. G’raha began to pant as the pressure inside him began to rise. Estinien soon gripped his bucking hips to force him steady as the elezen continued to work him.
“Estinien!... mmph ugh… nngh..” G’raha began to struggle with his words as Estinien swallowed his aching cock and drank his precum with such force that he could feel his entire body fluttering with need.
“E..Estinien! ugh..I..I..Ican’t!”
Estinien’s tongue carved a path across the slit of G’raha’s cock.
“Stinien!!!”
Harder and harder the Azure Dragoon sucked his lover’s cock as if he might devour it.
“Gyaah!!!” G’raha cried out despite his attempt to muffle himself as he submitted to his release. Estinien eagerly drank his seed and licked him clean with all the care of a dragon sire grooming its mate.
“So tell me Raha…” Estinien let his eyes travel over the debauched scion’s flushed body. “How are you feeling?”
G’raha squirmed under Estinien’s intense view of him and reached to pull a blanket over for modesty, “Well… I can say this much for certain…”
Estinien caught his hand that gripped the blanket, taking in one last greedy look before allowing the scion to cover himself. “And that is?”
“I shall definitely sleep thoroughly tonight.” He replied with a sincere smile upon his face. Estinien crawled into bed with him and pulled the blankets over to cover them both. He pulled the miqo’te close and nuzzled his cheek affectionately, finally planting a gentle kiss upon his lips.
“I truly hope so. I plan to stay with you, so that I might continue keep the nightmares as bay.”
G’raha felt the pit of his stomach do cartwheels of warmth as he relaxed into Estinien’s sleepy embrace. For the first time in a while, memories of that awful day seemed to be as far away as so many other traumas brought on by the eighth umbral calamity. Estinien’s arm came to drape over G’raha, its weight was reassuring and comforting. Just as Estinien had rescued him from his assailants in Ishgarde, he had also rescued him from loneliness. Within moments, the former exarch’s crimson eyes grew heavy and at last sleep overtook him to peaceful dreams which left him purring softly in Estinien’s arms.
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