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Truth be told, while you do worry about Seteth’s propensity for over-working himself, you can’t bring yourself to complain about how he’s chosen to vent his frustrations as of late. The end of a term at Garreg Mach always results in late nights locked in his office, piled up forms awaiting review and signatures, and half a dozen last-minute tasks dropped at his feet each day. No doubt he’d have lost his temper at someone by now if you hadn’t been so diligent about checking up on him. It was easy to be diligent though, when more often than not, these check-ups ended with you bent over his desk.

He’d spanked you, scolded you, and marked your skin in enough places that you often found new love-bites the next day that you hadn’t noticed prior. He’d pinned you to the polished oak and slammed his cock into you until your eyes rolled back and your knees shook. You know Seteth needs this- the sense of control, not to mention the chance to physically exert himself after being holed away in his office for hours at a time. Yet while you’ve made it plenty clear to him that you enjoy these little punishment sessions every bit as much as he does, you can see the flicker of guilt in his eyes when the moment has passed and his agitated state of mind has subsided.

Tonight in his quarters, he comes to wrap his arms around you from behind, halting you in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse. He exhales slowly, the tension lingering in his shoulder muscles relaxing just the slightest bit. You smile and lean back into his arms.

“Feeling better tonight, love?”

“Quite,” he practically mumbles into your hair, “The last of next years applicants have all been vetted and now await Rhea’s signature. My work load should decrease significantly,” his arms tighten around you, “At least, until the professors have all completed and submitted their end-of-term reviews.”

“Well then, your job is to get some rest now while you can,” you speak as sternly as you can, but the warmth of Seteth’s lips presses to a tender spot at the base of your neck, where he’d marked you earlier that week, and you falter. Gently, he turns you to face him, and when you meet his gaze, he wears an expression of earnest contrition. His eyes flicker noticeably towards the lingering trail of love-bites down your neck and chest, and he scowls.

“I have been far too… demanding with you, as of late,” he says with all the gravity of a sinner at the altar. You part your lips to argue, but he adds, “Will you allow me to make amends, my love?”

You pause, then say,

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

Without a word, he leans close, his hand cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours. It couldn’t be more different from the bruising, biting kisses you’d shared late at night in his office; he’s delicate with you, deeply tender. This slow and careful pace affords you the chance to enjoy every subtle movement of his lips, the slightest brush of his tongue, a hand sliding around your waist and holding you to his sturdy frame. Your heart flutters wildly, your knees grow unsteady, and by the time he parts from you, you’re very nearly breathless.

“Would you sit at the edge of the bed for me?”

You simply nod and follow Seteth’s lead, situating yourself comfortably on his bed, a little surprised when he positions himself on his knees before you. He helps you remove your breeches and underthings, and it’s not until his hands are running up your legs and parting them that you realize you’d been chewing at your bottom lip. Pulse pounding and blood burning, you watch as he urges your knees over his shoulders and begins to kiss a heated path up your inner thigh.

“Seteth..!”

You feel the feather-light brush of his breath across the sensitive skin, and the graze of his beard, harsher by contrast, but not unpleasant. The expression he wears is serious, focused, and when he speaks, his voice is low and soothing,

“I’d like to be gentler to you tonight. More… generous. You have indulged me quite a bit these past weeks.”

“I mean, trust me, it was my pleasu–ohh..!” Your body arches, you lean back on the bed as Seteth’s kiss reaches the swell of your lower lips at last. His tongue dips between them while a hand spreads you with his fingers, granting him easier access. The flat of his tongue pulses against you, firm and slow, sending warm ripples through your core; he’s gentle, but not teasing by any means. The furrow of his brow, the way he leans into you on his knees, every adoring stroke of his tongue- all express clearly how dedicated he is to servicing you.

You sigh his name again, now reclined and propped up on an elbow, while your free hand runs your fingers tenderly through his hair. The tip of his tongue circles your now stiff and aching clit, and your thighs twitch in around his head, your breath catching, your head tilting back. Slowly, the wet warmth slides down to your entrance, thrusting steadily, stimulating a whole new host of over-sensitive nerves. Without thinking, your heels have begun to dig against Seteth’s back, nudging him closer, while your fingers tangle in his hair. The tension winds hot at your center, and you’re certain your lover can tell you’re close.

Seteth buries himself between your thighs, his lips surrounding the tender flesh around your clit, his tongue flicking the little bud over and over. You’re panting, thighs trembling, practically tugging on his hair. Then finally and all at once, the heat of your climax washes through you, tingling waves spreading across your skin. You gasp his name amidst panting whimpers, and he offers a low groan in reply, yet his devotion to your pleasure is unwavering. His pace slows, but he continues to urge you through until you’re spent, his lips and tongue massaging you gently until he’s milked the last of your orgasm from you.

“Wow…” you breathe out, then slump back onto the bed. Seteth rises from his knees with all the solemnity of a holy ceremony, but through your blurred gaze, you can see a pleased smile across his lips.

He lets you rest while he undresses- though you of course spend the time letting your eyes wander. You openly admire tight muscle, broad shoulders, and the immaculate line of his posture leading down to a backside beautifully toned from years on a wyvern saddle. You quickly force your line of sight upward as he turns to you, though not so quickly that you miss the sight of his manhood, already grown massive and fully hard for you. The time spent between your legs must have had its effect on him as well.

Seteth approaches you where you lay among the pillows of his four-poster bed, surrounded by the scent of Church incense that lingers perpetually in his hair and on his clothes. As your lover positions himself above you on all fours, you catch your breath, your thighs rubbing together with anxious excitement. A hand cradles your face, and he lowers to kiss you once more, tilting his head to lean into you. His tongue runs along yours, the way he moves his lips nearly hypnotic, but you’re forced to part from him to whimper aloud when you feel the hard warmth of his cock pressed between your lower lips.

His back straightens, and he watches you beneath him with overflowing affection in those shining green eyes. The thick head of his member nudges at your entrance, coating it with the slick of your prior orgasm and his own saliva. Your face burns hot, but you’re compelled to meet his gaze at his words,

“Please, love, tell me if it hurts.”

You’re not about to make any promises, and fortunately, he spares you having to answer him. With both hands at your hips, Seteth slowly and carefully begins to push his cock into you, the girth of it spreading you open around him with each restrained sway of his body. It’s astonishing how different it feels; how the gradual, sensual pleasure of him fitting you perfectly around his manhood contrasts with how he’d punished and pounded into you on prior nights. Panting softly, your hazy eyes meet his, and with a final, eager little whimper, you feel him hit your deepest point.

“Seteth…”

“Are you comfortable, dearest?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Yeah..” you sigh out, “It… feels so good. So deep…”

You feel the slight twitch of his cock at your praise, but it’s all you can manage to smile blissfully up at him as his hips begin to move- just a bit, for now. He barely pulls out from you, in fact, he’s only moving enough to massage his length into you, to stimulate your every sensitive spot all the way to your core. Then, your body stiffens, and you arch up from the bed at the sudden sensation of his thumb at your clit. He circles it, slow and delicate, waking the nerves his tongue had spoiled so thoroughly not long ago. You gasp out his name, your thighs hugging his hips, heart pounding at the realization that your second climax is already building rapidly.

His touch comes firmer, a little faster, rubbing and flicking your clit steadily as your cunt squeezes and clings around the length of his member. Goddess, it’s too much- being so perfectly full of him while he toys with the stiff and aching little nub.

“Just relax, my love,” Seteth’s voice is soothing, yet strong, reassuring. The voice he’s used when comforting you countless times before. “Relax, and allow yourself to feel it. That’s it…” he smiles, “Goddess above, you are positively radiant.”

“Suh- Seteth-!” your hips pitch against him on instinct, the molten pleasure at your core balancing you on the edge for a moment that stretches on longer than you can bear. Then all at once, your mind goes white, and the heat at your center spreads through you. Your arousal coats the thick length of his cock, your clit throbs, legs tremble. Seteth’s touch eases to a light, rhythmic motion that coaxes you through the thrill of your release, until you’re left boneless and whimpering on his bed. It’s not until you’ve stolen a few moments to regain your breath that you look up at him and notice the deep furrow of his brow, his chest rising and falling with his own labored restraint. He’s been so good to you, and you can’t imagine what it must have felt like to keep himself in check while your cumming pussy coiled and tightened around him.

Rallying your remaining strength to your limbs, you take his hands in yours and draw him down on top of you. At your encouragement, you’re offered the slightest hint of a groan as Seteth begins to buck his hips against you once more. His pace is deeper, harder, but not harsh by any means. Your bodies immediately harmonize without a word needed between you; the swollen head of his cock drags along your tender inner walls, and you cradle his face in your hands, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss as he makes love to you. Your nails drag through his hair, and by now he’s holding you so close that you can feel the shiver that runs down his spine. He parts from your lips with an adoring moan of raw pleasure- the kind you rarely get to hear from your stern lover.

“Feeling you… cum around me like that…” he groans into your ear, a hand at your waist tightening, his member throbbing, stretching you further still, “The… the way you looked at me as I pleasured you… Goddess help me, I- I…”

You wrap your arms around him, holding him to you as he fucks you deep and steady, pleasure washing through you in waves with every thrust. Nuzzling into dark green hair, you breathe his scent deeply and say in a shaky whisper,

“It’s okay, Seteth- you… you don’t have to hold back… Please..!”

Whispering your name, his lips seek out the tender contour of your neck as he fills you again and again. Your toes curl, your body tenses, and by now you can feel his pace begin to stutter. The warmth of his tongue trails a loving path along the darkened bites he’d left along your neck over the course of several nights, kissing each one briefly in turn. Your nails drag down his back, his hips buck into you harsher, only now sending pain spiking up through your center with the pleasure.

Seteth’s body shudders, his pace unsteady. His breath is heavy at the crook of your neck. He nuzzles against you as his muscles tense and his cock swells and throbs. Then, your lips graze the shell of his pointed ear as you sigh out his name. At this small, fleeting contact, and with a final graveled whisper of your name, Seteth holds inside of you to the base, and lets his release take him. One hand gripping tight at your thigh and the other cradling you to him, he pours his cum deep within you, filling you rapidly until it drips lazily down your backside. It seems like far more than you’re used to, even from him- perhaps the change of pace affected him more than you’d realized. Yet then, at long last, his body relaxes all at once, he lets out a heavy exhale, shaky limbs barely keeping him propped up above you.

Wearing a fond smile, you hold his face in your hands and guide him to your lips, kissing him gently and sweetly. He reciprocates with all the adoration thudding heavily in his chest, even as he somewhat awkwardly eases his spent member from you. Carefully, so as to not disturb you, he settles at your side on the bed. A strong arm wraps around your waist, and you nestle closer still.

“So,” you say with a grin, “Do you think you’ve repented in full?”

Seteth smiles and kisses your forehead.

“I leave that matter entirely to your discretion. Merely ask it of me, and I shall continue my contrition until you are satisfied.”

You’re not certain if he intended it, but the strange gravity in his voice stirs your appetites despite yourself.

Woah there, self, let’s not jump back on the horse just yet.

“I’ll… have to consider it, then,” you finally reply. After a comfortable pause, you add, “Though I don’t know how pious it is to repent through- what is it, 'sins of the flesh’?”

Your lover draws you closer, chuckling softly as he kisses your hair.

“Such things are only sinful when manipulated to cause harm, my love. Intimate pleasure is one of the Goddess’s many gifts,” his hand tilts your chin up towards him, and his voice lowers near to a whisper, “much like the divine blessing of your presence in my life.”

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All it had taken was a simple exchange of words. A mere scrap of small talk over breakfast.

Flayn had been exercising impressive creativity coming up with subtle ways to either inquire about or encourage you and Seteth to have a child. She was simply enamored with the idea of being a big sister, yet despite her efforts, the concept had yet to take root in Seteth’s ever-busy, ever-focused mind. You had noticed of course, but never openly acknowledged her veiled comments until one morning, when (evidently having run out of patience), she decided to ask more directly.

“Father, have you and Y/N ever considered that I might have a younger sibling some day?”

Seteth nearly spat out his tea. His face burned so red you feared for his health, and you did your best to smooth over the topic with a hasty, “Ah, well, we’ll have to have our own conversations about that, I imagine.”

But the damage was done. Something shook loose within Seteth- something he thought that he’d left behind with his old name and his old form.

He had held composure well enough at first- but with some time, you start to notice. His emerald gaze lingers on you differently these days. He touches you more- even when he ought to be working. His hand lingers at the small of your back, or down your arms. In fact, he directs you by touch quiet frequently. He’s harsher towards anyone who’s even the slightest bit uncooperative towards you. While it’s only in his nature to be protective, now he hovers nearby like he can’t let you out of his sights. And yet, you hadn’t made love since this strange behavior began.

And it’s driving him near to madness. He’s restless. Starved. When he looks at you, he imagines filling you with him. He imagines you round with his child- carrying one of his own kind. He imagines claiming you. Breeding you, as not just his lover, but his mate.

The night you make up your mind to ask him directly, you’ve situated yourself on his lap facing him in your bed. He sits upright against the headboard as you share idle chat about your days and the occasional light, chaste kiss. Until he leans into one. Your eyebrows rise as he kisses you more deeply, entirely without warning. Both of his hands run warm up the outer curve of your thighs, and you instinctively shift towards him. He nips at your lower lip, and now his hands are at your backside, fondling rounded flesh ever pulling you against his body. This isn’t like Seteth at all.

“Seteth,” you manage between kisses, “what’s- what’s gotten into you? You’ve been strange ever since-” you pause, and it begins to come together, “ever since Flayn asked us about-”

He freezes as though he’s been shaken from a trance state. His hands shy away from you, and he replies stiffly, “Yes, well, it was a… thought-provoking question, that’s all.”

You consider this as you bring a hand to caress his cheek.

“Do you… not like the idea?” You ask, with your best attempt at a casual, neutral tone.

“No, no, that’s not it at all,” he stammers out. You brush dark green locks of hair behind a pointed ear, and as your hand travels down the side of his neck to his shoulder muscle, you feel his pulse racing.

“You… do like the idea.”

“I, ah…”

He meets your gaze at last, and the façade cracks just the slightest bit. Something clicks in your mind. your eyes flicker downward to confirm your suspicions. Sure enough, his large member has begun to stir within the confines of his clothing.

‘You… really like the idea.“

"Well, I-” his face is burning red and his eyes dart away from yours once more, “I hadn’t considered it before, but- but given our more stable circumstances, and-”

“Seteth,” you lean against his strong torso and speak softly into his ear, “do you want to impregnate me with your child?”

His entire frame tenses, he says your name like a plea or a prayer as a hand grips yours.

“It’s okay, love,” you whisper with a smile, “you don’t have to hold back anymore.”

With one more worshipful utterance of your name, Seteth turns you onto your back on the bed with far more force than he tends to use with you. He practically tears your clothing from you like he resents their presence. You attempt to remove his in turn, but he manages it quicker, and soon enough, his muscled body has you pressed against the mattress. He trails heated kisses down the center of your torso, causing you to arch up to him as you sigh in pleasure. Then, his lips reach your lower stomach, just above your womb, and without warning, he bites down on the tender flesh.

“Nnh-!” Your body tenses, but Seteth holds you in place as he sucks and nibbles a harsh, dark bruise to your skin.

“Do you know what this mark means?” He whispers once he’s satisfied with his work, “This designates you as my mate, Y/N.”

True enough, it’s hard not to imagine yourself as a dragon’s property when he prowls over you and directs your legs around his hips. At a glance, you can see that his cock is rock hard, flushed dark and already drooling pre-cum.

Seteth watches the moment your bodies join with something burning and obsessive in his eyes. He watches his girth spreading you open, your soft pussy lips yielding to him until he’s held as deep within you as he can fit. You breathe slowly, doing your best to adjust to his size, but his eyes are still focused low. Gingerly, his hand brushes over the place where he marked you- where you can feel the head of his cock hitting against your womb.

Then, his hips begin to move, and you know immediately that tonight won’t be the same as others. His movements are harsh, powerful- he’d easily be shoving you back on the mattress if his hands weren’t holding you in place so firmly. You watch his abdomen flex with every push, his arms tensed and hard as he pounds into you steadily. It’s lucky that the discovery of this little kink of his had left you so wet- he’d taken no time to prep you, so while your slick guides him in and out of your tight hole, the pain and pleasure mingle in your nerves.

You gaze up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes and see that he hasn’t looked away from your lower belly. He grits his teeth, baring a hint of just-a-little-too-sharp canines. Then, without a word, he snarls and holds himself in you to the base as his hot cum shoots out into you. You’re panting, clutching the pillow behind you. Before he’s even ridden out the entirety of his orgasm, his narrowed eyes meet yours in a wordless warning. You’re fully aware that Seteth is capable of cumming more than once in a night, but you have a suspicion that he’s going to be exceptionally thorough this time.

He handles you like a weak little plaything. You’re on your stomach next, and he mounts you to mate like a wild beast, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as he slams his length into you. He fills you again before too long, and already you can feel his release escaping onto your inner thighs. When he pulls out of you this time- presumably only to reposition you again- he pauses instead. You glance back, about to question him, but then two fingers glide across your skin, gathering his cum until he pushes it back inside of you. You moan his name aloud, your cunt squeezing and spasming around his fingers, this lewd act simply too much for you.

“I see…” his voice rumbles in his chest behind you, “You really do want to bear my child… Very good.”

You’re turned onto your back once more. This time, he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, aligns himself, and pushes into your over-used and over-filled pussy. With your body angled back like this, he fucks his own seed into you, pounding you into the mattress as you merely whimper and take him.

“Mine… my mate…” he mutters like a man possessed, “I’ll fill you with my child, Y/N. I’ll have you each and every day until I’m certain that you’ve conceived.”

All you manage in reply is a blissful mantra of 'yes’ and his name. Then, you feel his cock twitching, each throb and shift of the massive length rubbing into you wonderfully. And at last, Seteth’s hands rest on the pillow on either side of your head as his entire body shivers with this last, most powerful orgasm. There’s no way all of his cum can fit inside of you now- even he seems to have accepted it, merely groaning out your name as it coats his member, your lower lips, your inner thighs.

It takes some time for you to both catch your breath after this. For a while, he simply kneels over you, burning the image of you absolutely dripping with his essence into his mind. Yet eventually, a more sober sense of reason returns to his expression. When he lies beside you, he’s gentle, almost apologetic. You kiss him sweetly, then say,

“I didn’t realize you could talk dirty like that. You should do it more often.”

He replies with another kiss, brushing your hair from your face,

“Make no mistake, my love. Your kindness has allowed me to be more… open with my desires,” he says, “I was only being truthful.”

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You’ve only been in Seteth’s quarters a handful of times before, and always with him present. Today, however, it seems work has kept him late, and so you meander around his room, trying to occupy yourself without being overly intrusive as you wait to meet him for tea. Truthfully, there isn’t much to see. A tasteful four poster bed with curtains drawn, several bookshelves, a work desk- as if he needs more opportunities to work, you think with a bemused smirk.

So, to keep busy, you choose a light bit of reading at random from an uncharacteristically unruly pile on the floor beside Seteth’s desk. It appears to be an anthology of some rather fantastical tales centering the saints. As you skim through, you can’t help a grin. Evidently, Cethleann was 9 feet tall and her hair was a literal flowing waterfall, while Indech once gave birth to a pegasus (the pegasus later rejoined his physical form somehow- it’s rather vague about this point- which is why we’ve never seen physical evidence of it, so this text claims).

And then you reach a collection of poems dedicated to Saint Cichol. Your eyes scan the page, narrowing as they proceed. With each line, your face warms to a darker shade of red. It’s… shockingly salacious. A fertility God? Goddess blessed manhood of awe-inspiring proportion? Virility that fills barren riverbeds?!

You’re so consumed by the collage of erotic imagery conjured into your mind that you barely hear the door open behind you.

“My apologies for the delay. I hope you haven’t been waiting terribly long.”

“Oh- not at all!” you say, turning to face Seteth as he enters. The stress of the work day is smoothed over by the warmth of his smile on seeing you. But he must notice something strange about your expression, as his brows furrow in curiosity. Then, he notices the book in your hands.

“Goddess help me- of all of the books you could have-” he quickly strides towards you and seizes it from you, tossing it back to its pile, “Please assure me that you didn’t take any of that- that filth to heart.” he says, his face twisted in exasperation as he runs a hand through thick green hair.

“Seteth, relax,” you say with a gentle smile, “I figured it was all a bit…”

“Baseless conjecture is what it is- and heretical, at that,” he says with disgust, crossing his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “Clearly I ought to have been more prompt in disposing of these particular texts.”

You sympathize with his frustration, to be certain. Still. Your eyes can’t help wandering up and down his frame before you and… you wonder.

“So… there’s no truth to anything in there?” You step towards him and silently urge him to open his arms to you. He sighs and leans back against his desk with his hands gently at your waist.

“Nonsense, all of it- particularly that part about ‘barren riverbeds’ or some such.” Despite his mood, his face flushes red at the reference to such claims on his own potent virility. You’re not even fully conscious of the smirk spreading across your face, but you lean against him and run your hands slowly up his firm chest. Seteth has been rather demure about intimacy thus far. As of yet, you’ve hardly even seen beneath the starched collar of his robes. Perhaps this is the time to learn a little more about him.

“That book claims that you’re the patron of fertility.” you prod further. His chest rises as he inhales slowly, and you swear you can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

“Yes, well- it was a… fringe belief several centuries past. I am- Saint Cichol is the only noted figure in the church known to have produced a child,” you hum with interest, and by now, your body rests against his, and your hands have traveled down his torso. Seteth rambles on, glancing to the side and attempting the same tone he would use with a student, “the elemental association with the earth was also a factor, so I- I was… often prayed to for blessings of…”

One gentle hand reaches below his belt, and you gaze up at him for any sign of resistance or hesitation. He doesn’t stop you, and doesn’t look like he wants to. Your touch travels beneath his outer robes, between his thighs, where you immediately feel the heat of his manhood beginning to resist the confines of his clothing. You palm the impressive bulge, noting that even half-soft, he carries more than most men do at their full size. Seteth’s posture stiffens, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you. With an odd rasp in his throat, he whispers your name. Then, he pulls you close and kisses you with an intensity you’d always suspected he had in him somewhere.

As his lips press to yours, massaging yours slow and firm, your tongue grazes his, tentatively at first. He responds enthusiastically, tilting his head to kiss you more deeply and running his tongue sensually against yours. You moan into his mouth, the friction between your bodies absolutely intoxicating, and your hand begins to stroke his manhood more firmly from atop the barrier of his clothing. His length hardens to your touch, growing in your hand as though to plead for more. Parting from his lips just enough to speak, you murmur,

“How long has it been since someone properly worshipped you, 'Saint Cichol?’”

Seteth’s voice catches in his throat as he repeats,

“Worshipped…?”

Before he can question you further, you carefully lower onto your knees before him. Your touch is slow and indulgent as you enjoy the feeling of his now-massive cock straining against his pants. Looking up to meet his eyes, you see him thoroughly transfixed by the sight of you prostrate beneath him, and your lips curl into a wolfish grin. Both of his hands come to grip the edge of the desk behind him as you part his robes and tug down the hem of his trousers.

The sight of that tower of flesh springing free to loom over you immediately sends urgent arousal flooding through your burning body, and you fail to hold in an excited whimper. Your pupils grow wide as you size him up with unabashed hunger in your gaze, and you can’t even bring yourself to notice how tightly your fists are clenched around the front of his clothes.

“Goddess, Seteth-!” you gasp out, bringing a hand to wrap around his cock at the base, “You’re so big…!”

He clears his throat, shyly turning his face away, as though he could possibly hide his conspicuous blush and flustered expression.

“I, er… thank you, I suppose…” he says softly.

“I can’t even get my hand all the way around it…” you go on with evident awe in your voice. Slowly, savoring each impossibly thick inch, you slide your hand up the length of his shaft and down once more. Seteth inhales deeply. He must be rather sensitive; in fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t been with someone intimately in some time.

“Are you… are you certain that you want this?” he asks, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours directly. You almost laugh.

“Seteth,” you say as though scolding him, “I’d want to pleasure you regardless, but now that I know you have such an incredible cock, I can’t think of anything I want more.” He bites his bottom lip, his knuckles white as his fists clamp hard on the desk. Your smirk becomes only wider and more devious. Despite himself, he’s clearly enjoying your praise.

“I can certainly see how this gorgeous cock would inspire… devotion, of a kind,” you say, your hand traveling his length once more, this time merely to appreciate its shape and size. He groans softly, still fighting desperately to hold his voice in. With a feather-light touch, you run a single finger along the underside of his shaft, tracing a prominent, bulging vein. “I’ve never seen another that’s even come close to yours, Seteth,” you say, jerking your hand slightly at its base, “it almost seems a shame to keep it all to myself. Surely there are plenty who would like the chance to worship and adore their beloved Fertility God.”

If your blaspheming bothers him any, he can’t bring himself to reprimand you for it. Instead, he murmurs,

“I’ve no desire for any but you.”

In reply, you press a chaste but lingering kiss to the crown of his cock. Seteth utters a shaky sigh of pleasure, and his length twitches subtly in reply. You raise your eyes to look up at your Saint.

“Can I taste it?”

“You may.” he says softly. His stern brow is deeply creased with intense focus as you begin to work your lips around the head of his cock. It strikes you immediately how even wrapping your mouth around him only highlights how thoroughly this massive pillar puts any other to shame.

Seteth breathes out your name in a low, heated voice you’ve never heard from him before as you suck at his tip. Your lips seal around the ridge of his crown and you circle and flick him with your tongue, lapping at him all over until you feel his member throb for you. Each twitch and flex of his length is more powerful and more potent than the last, driving you to keep servicing him, to seek out those wonderful affirmations of pleasure.

By the time you dare to try taking him further into your mouth, your body leans against his legs, your hands clinging to his muscular thighs for leverage. Though, perhaps you’ve become over-eager; as you push yourself onto him, his cock burrows deeper and deeper, hitting your throat and then continuing to fill it. You struggle to open up for him as much as possible, grimacing as you fight your gag reflex. You’re just barely past half of his full length, and he’s pressing out against your throat enough to create a visible bulge. Seteth’s body arches and his head tilts back as he groans your name. Then, you’re forced to release him and come up for air.

Panting softly, you mutter,

“Damnit, I can’t even reach the base.”

“You… should not force yourself…” Seteth manages between strained breaths. As he steadies himself against the desk, you switch your focus for the time being. You begin at the root of his cock and drag your tongue up along the underside, following that same lovely vein you discovered earlier. With open adoration in your eyes, you go on to service him thoroughly with your tongue, licking and kissing every powerful, masculine inch of his rod. Then, when he’s well and completely covered in your saliva, you grip the base and lead the tip to your mouth once more.

Dedicating yourself once more to your worship, you suck on his cock eagerly while steadily stroking what amount of it you can’t reach in your hand. Your saliva slickens his shaft so that your hand can pump him steadily as your lips and tongue adore his tip in tandem. Seteth gasps aloud, his head leaning back once more to moan out his pleasure into the quiet of his quarters. Just once, you feel his hips buck toward you just a little- but he grits his teeth and holds himself in place, evidently worried for your comfort even now.

You increase your pace, wrapping your mouth tight and warm and wet around his enormous member, ever encouraged by Seteth’s beautiful moans. Your tongue presses along the bottom of his shaft, causing him to rub firmly along the top of your mouth with every pass, and by now, you’ve even surprised yourself with your near obsessive desire to please him. Perhaps there was something to this “Fertility God” angle after all.

“If you… if you don’t stop, I-!” Seteth bucks against you once more, and once more he fights to keep himself still, “I won’t… be able to hold back…!”

Needing a way to assuage his doubts without pulling away from your sacred duties, you redouble your efforts instead. You take his thick cock into your throat until it hurts, threatening to make you choke each time you force yourself onto him, but you hold fast. The full length swells and throbs from tip to base, and Seteth is crying out your name like a plea. The strength of his grip actually causes the desk supporting him to creak, but you can’t be bothered to care- you need him to cum for you, you’re desperate for it.

Then, finally, with a tortured groan and a few choice words you didn’t realize Seteth had in his vocabulary, his body trembles and his orgasm takes hold of him. Thick, hot cum pours into your throat, and you immediately swallow the first couple of shots, but it’s not long before you’re completely overwhelmed. Perhaps you should have eased up, rather than continuing to stroke and milk him with your free hand, but the dizzying thrill of his climax seems to be affecting you as well. When you simply can’t take any more of him in your mouth, you pull away and allow him to spill the rest across your chest.

You look up at him from your worshipful position beneath him. You imagine you make for a sinful sight, subservient to his cock and now a mess of saliva and cum. And there is a moment- a brief, fleeting moment- when you can see something fiery and animalistic in Seteth’s gaze as he regains himself enough to check on you. Yet he quickly suppresses it, and says,

“I- I apologize, I allowed myself to get carried away, and-”

“Seteth, please,” you say with a laugh as you shakily rise to your feet, “it’s just a bit of cleanup. A small price to pay for the chance to finally pleasure you.”

He smiles sheepishly in return, helping to steady you, then placing a light kiss to your lips.

“I hadn’t realized that you were so eager for the opportunity,” he says, stroking a lock of your hair back into place, “If you will allow, I’d be honored to clean you up a bit and then return the favor.”

“That sounds positively divine.” you reply, and you’re swiftly lifted into Seteth’s arms and carried towards his private bath. Your knees still ache from the hardwood floor, but you hardly consider it for a moment. You’re already looking forward to the next opportunity to show your devotion to your Saint.

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Sometimes it seems that your austere lover is even more busy in the post-war scramble for stabilization than he had been during wartime. Seteth had already been known for an almost worryingly dedicated work-ethic when you’d met him during your time as a student at the Officers Academy. Now, many years and sociopolitical shifts and one nervous love-confession later, it only seemed that more rested on on his shoulders than ever.
Perhaps that’s why, when you discover your old uniform while cleaning up your quarters one day, an irresistible idea forms in your mind.

Seteth’s eyes drift, then refocus. He blinks away the exhaustion threatening to break him from his duties, then sighs as he runs a hand through emerald hair. The Chapel bells had signified the end of administrative hours some time ago, but he can’t allow himself to become lax. There’s still much to be done. It’s days like this that make him think with a wry smile that his brothers would scoff at the way he’s chosen to live his life, having traded fangs for bureaucracy.

His office door is propped open as usual, but he hears a knock that shakes him from his thoughts.

“Come in-” he glances up at you, and his brows furrow deeply. You can’t help a playful smile at the sight of Seteth’s face already tinted pink. With as much innocence as you can affect, you step into his office to show off your attire. Your old uniform still fits- more or less -but you’ve made some careful adjustments. The jacket and white blouse underneath are only buttoned as high as would be strictly necessary to be seen in public, exposing a daring view of your chest. Thigh-high stockings hug your legs, then lead up to perhaps the most scandalous aspect of this ensemble. You’ve rolled up the hem of your skirt until it flutters about your hips so short that when you’re not careful, a glimpse of your backside is clearly visible. This latter point, Seteth clearly notices as you twirl for him, saying,

“Look what I found, love,” He’s already on his feet approaching you, and you smile up at him as sweetly as you can, “sure brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Without a word, Seteth tugs you away from the office door and shuts it firmly behind you.

“Did you parade yourself all the way here from your quarters looking like this?!” he demands, and you hear the click of the door locking behind you.

“Well I don’t see how else I could have gotten here, so…” you reply flippantly.

“Goddess above,” he says with an exasperated sigh. His thumb and forefinger worry at the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards his desk, “To think that anyone could have seen you-!”

You roll your eyes with a grin and follow him. You take his hands in yours, drawing them away from him and opening up his closed posture.

“Come on, I just thought you might like it,” you say as you draw closer to him. Seteth sighs again and looks you up and down.

“Whether or not I like it is immaterial, my love.”

“But you do like it,” you prod him further, your grin widening.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. His lips tighten for a moment, then he manages to say,

“It is… flattering.”

Releasing his hands, your own travel up the front of his torso, enjoying the dips and swells of his muscled body beneath those conservative robes. You feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, and you say,

“Have I ever told you that I had a hell of a crush on you even back in my student days?”

Seteth speaks your name with a hint of a warning his his voice. You press your body to his as your touch travels up the strong contour of his neck to tease along the line of his beard.

“It’s true. I’ve always wanted you, Seteth,” you go on, “Every single time you scolded or lectured me, part of me was… incredibly turned on. Sometimes, it was simply too much to bear,” you curl a lock of his hair around your fingertips. You can see his ironclad will beginning to fracture. “Sometimes, I’d return to my room and pleasure myself, all while dreaming of you disciplining me.”

Then, his lips are on yours, his kiss so hard and impassioned that for a moment, you’re breathless. Your smug posturing falters immediately. He drags your bottom lip between his teeth as one hand wraps around you while the other grabs onto the plump swell of your ass beneath the flimsy coverage of your skirt. Seteth pulls you firmly against his strong body, and you can feel his cock throbbing against you. Then, as suddenly as he’d initiated it, he breaks your kiss- but before you can speak, his hand holds at your chin and forces you to meet his fierce gaze.

“So, you came here in this shameful attire with the express purpose of provoking me,” his voice is a husky whisper, the mere sound of it nearly enough to make your knees buckle, “Very well then- you will have your scolding.”

He manhandles you into position, rougher and more forceful with you than he’s ever been. Before long, you’re bent over his desk beneath him, and he stares down at you with a heat that paradoxically makes you shiver. Then, he raises a hand, and brings down his palm across your ass. You whimper and arch up from the hardwood, but he only says coldly,

“Straighten your legs.”

You do your best to obey, holding your backside upright for him as though presenting him with your body. Despite your efforts, his hand descends once more, the wonderful sting of his strike warming your skin.

“Spread them wider.” he commands, and once again you obey without question. You hear the familiar rustle of his belt and outer robes coming undone, and you glance back over your shoulder.

“Eyes forward, Miss Y/N.” he says, his tone now balancing on a dangerous edge. You whine in protest, but follow his instructions and merely await your punishment. He gives a low hum and says, “I see you are capable of some measure of discipline, at least.”

You feel the stiff head of his cock pushing between your folds, but before you can prepare yourself in the slightest, Seteth drives into your waiting cunt. Immediately, your eyes roll back and you gasp out his name. He holds you by your hips, pulling you back against him until your ass presses flush against his pelvis. He’s nestled deep inside of you, his powerful manhood stretching you to your limit- and for the moment, he simply remains as such. The tip of his cock is nudging hard against your womb, sending blended pain and pleasure radiating through your nerves. It’s all you can do to keep yourself positioned properly for him.

“To think that you would flaunt your body about the Monastery in such attire,” Seteth snarls behind you, his cock throbbing against your inner walls, “You’re every bit as hopeless as you were as a student.” Once again, he spanks you, and you have to imagine by now that his abuse has begun to mark your tender skin.

You’re already panting aloud for him when finally, his hips begin to move. His pace is immediately firm and punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of you, stimulating your every aching sweet spot and sending a painful jolt up your spine with each thrust. Your lips hang parted as you gasp for breath, your eyes dazed and unfocused in your bliss. A sudden rush seizes your body, and you feel your pussy clench around the massive intrusion of Seteth’s cock.

“Cumming already?” he says with clear derision in his voice, though he never eases his pace as his bucks into you, “Perhaps you were even aroused by showing yourself in public in this shameful state.”

“Nuh- no…!” you whimper softly, “It was… it’s only for you-!”

Smack! His palm strikes your bouncing flesh once more. You’re still riding the wave of your climax- or perhaps you’re cumming a second time already. It’s impossible to tell.

“Yet you were already soaked by the time I bent you over,” Seteth goes on as he pounds into you, “One can’t help but think that perhaps my troublesome student quite enjoys behaving like a wanton whore.”

You can’t manage to reply anymore. Your head is spinning and your body aches. Seteth’s full length drives into you to its base again and again, and you can’t even begin to say how many times you’ve cum before he begins to falter. His hips snap towards you haltingly, his body shudders, and his balls feel large and heavy as they slap against you with each thrust. It seems even his immense self-control can’t stand up to this lewd punishment session for much longer. As your hands uselessly try to find purchase on the surface of his desk, Seteth leans over you, his hands now on your waist, pinning you down beneath him. His member throbs from base to tip, and with an animalistic groan, he says,

“I expect you… to take full responsibility-!”

With this, you feel the heat of his release pouring out at your core. His length twitches with every shot of cum that he spills into you, and his hands grip you so tight you can feel his nails digging along your skin. Seteth moans out your name, and you’re distantly grateful that no one else stays in the offices as late as he does- you’ve both certainly made enough noise to have caused a scene by now.

At long, long last, his member pulses with the final throes of his orgasm. Seteth’s grip on you loosens, and his office is quiet save for soft panting as you both struggle to collect yourselves. He pulls his length from you in one motion, and already, you can feel his thick seed dripping along your lower lips.

“You will head to my chambers,” Seteth says, then clears his throat as he struggles to regain his usual composed dignity, “And if you don’t want anyone to see this dripping out of you, you’ll go quickly.”

“Whose fault is that, I wonder,” you manage to mumble, slowly pushing yourself up from the desk. Seteth actually laughs at this. Even now, his laugh is a rare treat that makes your heart skip like nothing else.

“I am tempted to say yours, given your intentional provocation,” he says, bending over to place a soft kiss to your lips, “but I acknowledge that my own weakened restraint is partially to blame. To that end,” he adds, his smile once more gentle and fond, “I am feeling rather rejuvenated. I’ll be done with my work before long, and I do hope to see you in my quarters then.”

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You never know what to expect when Byleth approaches you, given their perpetually neutral expression. But it certainly isn’t this.

You’d been about to visit Seteth at what should be the end of his work day; you find that sometimes he needs help prying himself from his desk even long after official work hours. And yet, when you reach his door and glance into his meticulously kept office, he’s nowhere to be found. That’s when the Professor’s familiar voice reaches you from down the hall, calling your name as they approach at a brisk walk.

“Just who I was hoping to see,” they say, and you can already tell from the unusual trepidation in their tone that something is amiss.

“Oh, can I do something for you, Professor?” you say with a curious frown.

“Yes- er, well, it’s… a bit odd,” they sigh and run a hand through their hair. You try to wait patiently for them to find the words, but your heart picks up and you can’t help a tinge of anxiety.

“I only have so much information myself, but Seteth seems to be… unwell.”

You step forward immediately, your concern painted plainly across your face. Heart pounding, you prompt,

“Is he alright? Where is he? Has he seen a healer? Seteth never gets sick, you know that-”

“Please, Y/N,” they say firmly, planting hands on your shoulders to steady you and seize your focus. You breathe deeply, but look at them beseechingly for reassurance. They scowl and sigh once more, “In truth, I’m only working from a hunch and a bit of information I… stumbled into. Just- go see him, okay? He should be in his quarters. He doesn’t need a healer- he needs you.”

Barely managing to suppress your growing concern, you head quickly to Seteth’s quarters on the third floor. Had he missed an entire day of work? Nothing short of a plague could cause him to do such a thing, ordinarily. And what could he be battling right now that a healer could not at least soothe to some extent? With these thoughts and more whirling through your mind, you reach his door and knock firmly.

“Seteth?” you call, and you try the handle of the door only to find it locked, “Seteth, are you in there? I heard you’re not well-”

“You should not be here.”

His voice is lower and harsher than usual, rasping slightly as you hear him just on the other side of the door.

“Can I come in? Please, I’m starting to get really worried about you- I want to help in any way I can.”

“This is none of your concern.” he insists with growing agitation.

“I won’t leave until I can at least see you.” you say firmly.

A silent pause follows. Then, an agitated sigh, and he opens the door between you. He looks positively haggard. Stress and lack of sleep are heavy in his eyes, his hair is rustled out of place. But perhaps more notably, he’s barely dressed, in only the white breeches he wears under his robes. His face and chest are flushed a ruddy pink, and his posture is tense, every muscle of his body seemingly ready to flee or strike as he looms over you in the doorway.

“Seteth, you-”

He growls your name in a bizarre, fevered tone you’ve never heard from him before. His hand grips the door frame as though holding himself up- or perhaps holding himself in place.

“I’m well enough, as you can see,” he says in direct defiance of everything you plainly see to indicate otherwise, “Leave me. I- I can’t bear to have you near me right now.”

His breathing is somewhat labored, you notice, and his usually clear and focused eyes are tinted with something heady, dangerous. Not to mention that he’s never spoken this way to you before. You step towards him despite his words and raise a hand to his forehead. Even in the split second of contact before he seizes you by the wrist, you can tell he’s unusually warm. He speaks your name once more, this time sounding like both a plea and a warning.

And then you begin pick up the scent of his room- a masculine, earthy scent that you’ve noticed about him before, but is now wrapping around your senses and pulling your focus. You notice that his bed is in a state of disarray, sheets piled and wrinkled in every direction. And you take another look at him- a more thorough scan of his body before you. When your eyes land at the front of his breeches, your eyebrows raise, and the truth of his situation begins to take form in your mind. Your jaw tightens as you meet his eyes,

“Seteth…” you say cautiously, “Are you- that is, do Nabateans… go into heat?”

He swallows hard, the front of his throat bobbing, and says,

“Something… akin to that.”

You wrest your arm from his grip and take his hand in yours instead.

“Let me help you.”

“You don’t know what you’re offering.” he replies, moving to turn from you. But you tug him back by his hand and stand on your toes, pressing your lips to his, and his body immediately responds. Seteth inhales sharply through his nose and holds your face in both of his hands, deepening the initially gentle kiss into something fierce and hungry. His tongue thrusts roughly into your mouth, and his hands run down your neck, along your breasts, down to your waist where he pulls you against him and into his room. One of you kicks the door closed- in your frenzy, you’re not even sure who- and before you realize it, you’re pinned to the hard wood.

“You can’t imagine how it feels,” Seteth groans against your neck between harsh bites and messy, open-mouthed kisses, “My blood is burning. Everything in my body and mind is demanding that I mate- that I claim you.”

“Then- then do it,” you half-moan, fingernails raking down his muscled torso. You can feel his manhood, hot and achingly hard, straining against his clothing and rutting against your body as he kisses you.

“It… won’t be how it usually is,” he says, and his hands grip more tightly at your hips. Even so, he can’t tame his need to taste you, to mark you, even as he gives this final warning. You grit your teeth, while his bite down just below your jawline, immediately and conspicuously bruising the skin.

“That’s fine,” you breathe out, “do what you need to. I can take it.”

Without another word, you’re swept up into his arms, but not tenderly as you’d expect of him; rather, Seteth holds you firmly to his over-warm body as he brings you to his bed. He’s possessive, hungry, his every touch is a signal of what’s to come. The moment you’re laid among the mess of sheets on your back, he’s above you, pinning your wrists down hard as he kisses you with an intensity that’s hard to even keep up with. But, Goddess help you, it’s an incredible rush to see your stern and dignified lover like this- driven only by his desires, blind to everything but the need for relief.

Your legs part for him instinctively, and your heel nudges the back of his thigh, urging him closer to you. With a low groan, Seteth’s hips fit between your thighs, and he ruts the needy length of his cock against your heat. He’s panting when he parts from your lips just enough to speak,

“I… I should ready you.” He says it almost regretfully. Clearly his desire to be good to you even now, to be your gentle and caring lover, is deeply at odds with the fire burning hot in his core. You realize his absolute desperation to enter you, and you give what you hope is an encouraging smile when you say,

“I am ready. Fuck me, Seteth.”

True enough, you can tell you’re plenty wet for him even without much direct stimulus. The rush of seeing Seteth like this has aroused you more than you’d even realized until this moment, and you find yourself more than eager to give him what he needs.

He makes good on your permission; he can’t undress you fast enough for his liking, and it’s this that brings to your attention what must be more of the physical effects of his heat. His nails, while not necessarily sharp, are longer and more powerful, almost claw-like as his strong hands tug at your clothing harshly enough to wear the fabric and damage a button or two. His pointed ears are flushed a dark red, and somehow seem more prominent- as are his canine teeth, as you’d noticed when he kissed you. Then, as you lay bare beneath him and he tugs your underwear down your legs, his gaze meets yours in one final deference to your consent. His pupils are elongated into reptilian slits, the green of his irises hypnotically vibrant. If he weren’t so beautiful, he’d be terrifying.

The last of his own clothing joins yours on the floor beside his bed.
You glimpse down and see his member throbbing and already drooling precum, you see the veins along his shaft bulging far more prominently than usual, and the head tinted to a dark, angry red. Pupils blown wide with lust, your heart thudding against your chest, you only have a moment to register what that massive cock is going to do to you before the thick head of it is pressing between your lower lips.

His first thrust is entirely inelegant, ruled only by his need to be inside of you. You gasp as in one harsh motion, he drives into you to the base, barely giving you a moment to register the overwhelming stimulus of the contours of his member dragging against your inner walls.

“Finally-” he snarls over your panting gasps, gritting his teeth as his nails dig against the flesh of your thighs. You’re still adjusting to his girth as it strains out against your tight little cunt, stretching you out around him. With his cock held tight inside of you, he quickly and roughly maneuvers your legs upwards, resting your knees on his shoulders. Leaning over you pressed down against the mattress beneath him, his hips begin to buck against you.

His pace is deep and harsh, a tinge of pain among the immense pleasure mounting within you each time his tip hits your deepest point. Seteth watches your expressions with dazed and lustful eyes. He seems only half present, his mind wrapped in bindings of obsessive need. Before long, the force of his thrusts has pushed you back a bit on the bed, which he rectifies by seizing you by the hips and pulling you back to him. You gasp and cry out his name, but your voice hardly reaches him. His cock pounds into you over and over, coating himself with your juices, thick veins grinding against your soaked pussy walls, which clench and cling around him in turn.

All the while, you’re treated to a range of moans and grunts that you’ve never heard from Seteth before. He’s abandoned all sense of propriety in the pursuit of conquest, either oblivious or apathetic to the idea that anyone might overhear. Eventually, you see him grit his teeth, feel his member swelling and throbbing deep within you. He’s close, and you’re not even sure how many times you’ve cum around him by now. Perhaps it’s the frenzy of his heat consuming you both, but you find you don’t have it in you to care- you only know that you need him, that you can’t think of anything but this powerful cock slamming into you.

Without warning, Seteth leans further over you, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of your head. The pressure of your legs being pushed back this far only causes your lower muscles to tighten around him, and that’s when you feel it. With a wild, almost feral groan, his entire body tenses, he pushes his cock as deep into you as it will fit, and then, the heat of his release. Your lips hang open, letting out panting whimpers as he fills you almost instantly. Seteth holds himself in you to the hilt as he pours wave after wave of his cum into your waiting cunt. Though your own vision is dazed and blurred, you see his eyes roll back a bit, his chest heaving with exertion.

Then, it’s over- only for a moment. Your legs fall limp around his hips, and you’re given just a few seconds to breathe before he begins to grind into you once more. Raw and over-sensitive, you gasp out his name, but he only continues to fuck his own release into you, the overwhelming size of him preventing even one drop from spilling. He looks you in the eyes, his own bearing a wild edge you’ve never seen in them before.

“I need to fill you,” he says, his voice rasping in his throat, “My very blood- everything that I am demands it. I… I can’t stop now…”

His cock hasn’t softened in the slightest, and it’s not long before he’s thrusting into you as deep and hard as he had been before his release. You barely manage an encouraging moan, but it doesn’t seem he has any more need for your encouragement. Seteth lowers himself to press a messy, fevered kiss to your throat, his teeth bruising and marking you as he works his way down towards your chest. His mouth surrounds one of your nipples and proceeds to ravage both as he pounds into you, suckling at them harshly, tugging and rolling them between his lips. Your thighs tremble around him, your voice hoarse when you moan aloud, and yet you know he won’t be finished with you for some time. And in some blissful, maddened part of your mind, you desperately want him to ruin you.

When he reaches his next climax, his cum has overfilled you such that not even the incredible girth of his cock can keep it all inside of you now. Your aching nipples stand hard in the cool air against the heat of where his mouth had been, your chest rising and falling with your labored breath. Without a word, Seteth pulls his cock out from you for the first time. The absence of such a massive intrusion leaves you feeling empty- but you know you won’t have to be without him for long. His strong hands force you over onto your stomach, then grab you by the hips and prop your ass up in front of him.

“Oohh-! Seteth..!” you do your best to hold yourself in place for him as he pushes his still-solid cock into you once more, but instead, he grabs onto your hips for leverage, rendering your efforts useless. This is how he takes you for some time afterward. With your fists clenched tight around a pillow and your ass bouncing against his body with every thrust, Seteth bucks into you over and over, filling you again before long, yet still not satisfied. Even when your entire frame trembles and you lie limp beneath him, he follows you down onto the bed, his muscled body pressing you down onto the sheets as he desperately chases relief.

Does he cum once more after this, twice perhaps? You lack the presence of mind to even tell anymore. You’ve long since been reduced to a gasping, whimpering mess beneath him, eyes hazy and unfocused, hair tossled out of place, and your cunt dripping with load after load of his seed. Then, at long, long last, Seteth exhales a heavy groan that you’re certain must be heard throughout the third floor, and he eases his manhood out of your abused little cunt. You shiver at this last delicious bit of friction between your bodies, and the far more tender way his hand caresses the curve of your backside as he gives you one last lingering gaze.

Then, he practically collapses onto the bed beside you. You’ve regained your breath just enough to chuckle softly as he lies boneless at your side. You both take a moment to collect yourselves, but before long, Seteth turns toward you on his side and reaches out a shaking hand to brush back your hair.

“Thank you, my dearest love.” he murmurs, wearing an earnest smile free from the weariness he carries with him so often. Even after all he’s done to you today, you find that smile causes your heart to flutter and your face to warm. You take his hand in yours and move closer to him on the bed.

“So is… is that it then?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” Seteth replies with a guilty sigh, “I am well sated for the time being, but… this ‘heat’ can last several days. And because mine has not occurred for so long, I anticipate that this time, it may be longer still.”

Perhaps he was expecting apprehension or even frustration, but instead, you grin, biting a bit at your lower lip.

“Well, it seems I have my work cut out for me then.”

Seteth gives a shy laugh and kisses your forehead gently. Then, he yawns, though he attempts and fails to stifle it. You smile warmly and say,

“We should clean up before you fall asleep on me.”

The following morning is the first time you’ve ever woken up before Seteth. He looks positively serene, more like a Saint than you’ve ever seen him. At first, you’re content to lay by his side and enjoy the peaceful tenor of his breathing. Though, eventually, you glimpse downward out of curiosity. Sure enough, his member stirs slightly, gradually swelling with need. Your eyebrows quirk upward and you give a playful half-smirk. Seteth had hoped to be back to work today- but he had implied that he may need your help to remain calm and focused.

You carefully ease up onto his lap and straddle his hips. Then, your fingers weave into thick green hair, and you kiss him until he begins to wake. He’s clearly surprised and a bit perplexed on first waking, but he soon relaxes and smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in turn.

“It has been centuries since I last slept so well,” he says softly, “And now, to wake to such lavish treatment…”

You smile and place a very sweet, innocent kiss to his lips.

“You said you’d hoped to work today,” without warning, you shift your body against him, grinding your warmth along his stiffening member, “So I figured I’d take care of you first thing.”

Seteth moans and his hands grab hold of your thighs, his head tilting back on his pillow as you tug down the front of his pants and begin to align the tip of his cock with your entrance.

“Goddess, Y/N,” he murmurs into the quiet of his room, “you truly are my salvation.”

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Seteth had been absolutely meticulous about your pleasure. If your sense of time weren’t so thoroughly scattered by now, you’d guess he’d easily spent an hour worshiping your every curve, seeking out your every precious sweet spot. You’d felt stray locks of emerald hair tickling the flesh of your chest and stomach, the harsher graze of his beard along your inner thigh, the long, luxurious warmth of his tongue pulsing at your cunt. All the while, large, strong hands explored and adored you with barely restrained hunger. And Goddess, you longed to see that restraint crack. To see what lied beneath the trappings of Seteth’s day-to-day existence of paperwork and reports, stern looks and perfect posture.

Yet as of now, he hasn’t even removed his breeches, though you’d been bared and thoroughly pleasured already. He wraps one arm under you as he lies by your side, and his free hand brushes tentative fingers along your soaked lower lips. Your breath hitches in your chest, and you barely manage to focus your eyes enough to meet his.

“Seteth,” you say, closer to a moan as a fingertip presses to your entrance, “You… don’t have to- to do all of this for me,” the words rush out of your lips so you can finish your thought before he pushes into you. Your head tilts to the side, nuzzling against his shoulder, and you force just a few more words out, “What about you…?”

“I am quite content attending to you, Y/N” he says, his voice low and even, even as his finger curls at some wonderful spot, and your body arcs into him. Once he’s satisfied with the first, he pushes a second digit into you, thrusting at a deep and steady pace. He varies his movements and angle, slowly opening you up, relaxing your body beneath him and coating his fingers in your juices.

“Please…” you whisper, clinging to his sturdy frame, “I… I want- mmmh-!” You’re already close again. His fingers spread apart, stimulating you in a completely new way. When your pleasure-blurred eyes meet his, you can just barely glimpse the restless need behind them. “I want to help you… fell good too… Please, Seteth?”

He exhales heavily, and his fingers ease out from you. You catch your breath as he pauses in silence for a moment, seemingly grappling with some last hesitation. You’re still collecting yourself when he gets to his feet to finally discard the last of his clothing, but when your eyes refocus and you glance over at him, your heart skips and your body warms through.

“Oh… I, uh… wow.” Your pupils are blown wide as you size him up. Sure, you had never been with a man before- not really, anyway -but you know enough to quickly realize that the pious man before you is near impossibly endowed. His massive cock stands almost entirely erect, yet pulled down just slightly by its own sheer size and weight. Seteth clears his throat, a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You understand now why I have been so insistent upon preparing you,” he says as he moves to join you on the bed once more.

“I suppose so…” you mutter, unable to keep your eyes from wandering his body in a way that any devout believer would consider sinful.

“Men of my kind possess certain… reproductive advantages over humans.” he goes on as he positions himself over you. A hand beneath your chin urges you to look him in the eye, “Promise me you will tell me if I hurt you.”

You nod. And then, you feel the tip of his manhood, hot as it pushes between your lower lips and against your opening. Seteth’s brow is furrowed in focus, his expression so intense he’s practically glaring at you, and it’s all you can do to keep your eyes on his as he begins to spread you open. In a moment, the bulging head of his cock is nestled inside of you, pushing out against your inner walls as he stays himself for a moment to check on your comfort.

You’re already panting softly despite yourself. Your cheeks are flushed a dark crimson, burning almost as hot as the rest of your body. With nothing but unabashed lust in your eyes, you look up at him and whisper,

“Seteth… muh- more, please…”

The holy man utters a low groan and grits his teeth. His head dips down to rest on the pillow beside yours as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.

“Don’t… I can’t bear it when you plead with me like that.”

And for a moment, you think to test that bit of new information; but then he’s pushed several inches into you and he’s stretching you like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and it’s all you can do to spread your legs just a bit wider for him. Wordlessly, he reaches down and hooks an arm under your knee, drawing your leg further up and opening you up more for him. Before he’s even thrust all the way into you, his hips begin to sway just slightly, and you’re grateful now that he made sure you were wet enough to take him. Every stroke of his cock sends a jolt of electrifying, stimulating pleasure up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His breath is hot, panting softly against the crook of your neck, and now he’s bucking into you just a little harder. The muscles of his back are wound so tight, and his moans are shaky, unsteady. He’s doing everything in his power to hold himself back for you, and you can tell, but you know it’s for the best. Every time he drives deeper into you, you’re more full than you ever thought possible. Soon enough, his thrusts do bring a tinge of pain amidst pleasure- yet you don’t think for even a moment to ask him to stop.

And it dawns on you that, in some way, you find it intensely thrilling that the Church’s Right Hand is fucking you so deep you can’t think with a cock that would seem like an exaggeration to speak of. Even the pain is arousing, and you wonder if Seteth would believe you if you told him. For now, you simply cling to him until with one final push, he pauses. His arms have both traveled under the arch of your back to hold you flush against his body, and your legs are wrapped around his hips, and he growls against your chest,

“That’s… that’s all of it…” he huffs out a deep breath, then raises his head to kiss you so sweetly that you wouldn’t think his manhood was stretching you to your limit at that moment. Your eyes are watering just a bit, and he murmurs your name softly.

“Goddess…” is all you manage.

“Language.” he replies with surprising levity, and it barely even registers in your mind that Seteth just made a joke- on purpose, at that. But then he’s shifting his hips against you once more and your mind is dashed of all but your heart and body’s worship of Saint Cichol. He pushes himself up from you just a bit. Just enough to watch your expressions, either out of caution or fascination or both. He begins slow, easing in and out of you until you adjust fully to his size- at least, as well as you possibly could.

Then, his hands are at your hips, holding you firmly in place, and he’s bucking into you harder and just a little faster and you can feel his abdomen flex with each tightly controlled motion. He checks in with you at least two or three more times as he edges closer and closer to fucking you in earnest. You’re impressed at how coherent you manage to be when you tell him not to stop, that he feels incredible, that you adore him. His head tilts back for a moment, and at long, long last he lets out a true and unabashed moan of pleasure. The sound alone floods your body with new heat, and you feel yourself clench around him, your thighs shaking. You’re not certain how long you manage to last after that, but by the time one more electrifying climax has swept through your body, Seteth has lowered himself to hold you close to him once more.

And once he does, his hands grip you more tightly, his fingers digging down your back. You gasp aloud as his entire body shifts forward over you and his hips meet flush with your inner thighs. Every thrust sends a jolt of pain and pleasure up through your core, radiating through your nerves. His voice is low and husky when he frantically says,

“Where-”

“Inside- please, Seteth-!” you don’t need to consider this for a moment- it’s how you’d always imagined it. Hissing your name through his teeth, his entire length throbs powerfully inside of you, and suddenly the intense heat of his orgasm begins to fill you. You feel the first shot or two, but before long you’re so over-full and over-stimulated that you merely allow him to pour out his load into you while you lay beneath him, boneless and panting and utterly giddy.

You’re both entirely spent. Seteth exhales as he carefully pulls himself from you, even this one last moment of friction causing you to squirm beneath him. He collapses at your side and rests his head on your chest, a hand lazily tracing loving paths along the curve of your waist. You can feel his cum trailing down your backside, but you’re too sore to move and too content to care.

“I… I apologize if I-”

“Hush.” you kiss his hair, and he softly laughs, his breath feather light across your skin. “I won’t have you apologizing for making me feel that good.” you add, your arms cradling him in turn. He smiles and blindly kisses whatever inch of your skin is closest- anything will do if he can show even an ounce of his adoration.

“Then I apologize for underestimating you. You are far too good to me, my love.”

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You can’t force your mind away from this scent. It’s compelling you, tugging you forward, leading you past other perfectly suitable meals with the promise of something exquisite- something far more refined and fulfilling. It’s lead you to a boarding school, by the looks of it. There may be plenty of ways for a being who feeds on lust to indulge themself in such a place, seeped in emotional turmoil and hormones as it may be, but your aim is singular. Whoever is causing this extraordinary scent is your sole target tonight.

Bat-like wings flutter softly yet soundlessly to all but yourself as you near the source of your fixation. Concealed and incorporeal still, you phase through walls and closed doors until you find yourself in a dimly lit study adjoined to a small but tasteful bedroom. The furniture is quite old, but well maintained, the sign of a conscientious owner. There are a few photos- some of classes of students, most of a young girl with peculiar green hair. A family member, perhaps. Stained glass in delicate abstracted patterns fills a pair of small windows at the far end of the room, blackened by the dark of the night outside.

And yet all of this slips from your mind all too easily as the presence of your quarry overwhelms your senses. A man sits at the desk piled high with books and paperwork, his brow tense in concentration as he works, and you know in an instant that he’s the one you’ve been searching for.

Still concealed from view, you hover near to observe him- to savor him. You see that he wears the tell-tale black vestments of the priesthood, and your lips curl into a wicked smirk. Even better, his conservative attire does little to conceal the broad shoulders and muscled chest from your notice. Your holy man is quite the specimen. And then there’s the gently curled green hair framing his face, and vibrant emerald eyes to match. You’re quickly developing a hunch- the only explanation for how this man’s scent has captivated you so. There’s only one way to confirm.

Knowing well that your touch will allow him to perceive you fully, you bring your fingers to gently comb his hair back behind his ear. A lovely, pointed ear.

The priest inhales sharply and lurches up onto his feet, nearly knocking over his chair in the process. Those bright green eyes widen as he watches you, and your own fixate on his lips as he breathes out the words,

“A demon-!”

His gaze darts from your wings furled at your sides, to the horns curled back over your head, then down the frame of your body. Your attire could hardly be considered adequate as a human’s swimsuit, and you know that even a priest- even this priest, stern and rigid as he appears, is not immune to your unique charms.

“A man of the cloth and a child of the goddess,” you coo sweetly, drawing nearer to him even as he steps back away, “you truly are delicious, aren’t you? I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet one of your kind in the flesh.”

“Stay back,” he warns as his back hits the wall, “I could exorcise you where you stand, and send you back to hell in an instant.”

My, he’s certainly the serious type.

“And you, without a single holy relic on hand to do the job. Pity,” you reply, following him until you’re inches from his taller frame, “Unless you think you can use your own strength to expel me? You may even succeed, given your faith and connection to the goddess. But there’s no guarantee that you’d survive the process- and then what would that sweet little girl do without you?”

“Don’t you dare to speak of her, demon,” he spits back at you, and you know you’d guessed right- that little one is a raw nerve to be prodded delicately.

“Never you fear, she’s not what I’m here for,” you say as your hands run up his torso, enjoying the contours of hard muscle beneath those vestments. His posture tenses, his scowl deepens.

“What is your purpose here? If you lay a hand on any one of the students of this school, I swear to you-”

You chuckle softly, bringing your body to rest against his as you say,

“Oh, I’m not interested in any of them. I want you, Father.”

He swallows hard, his throat bobbing handsomely, and your grin widens. Your hands run firm along his chest, and you bite at your lip before going on to say,

“One of your kind is a rare delicacy, you see,” you can feel his heart thudding heavily at your touch, “I’ve followed your scent for quite some time to have a taste of you. To consume the lusts of a holy man, and one born of Sothis herself…” you let out a luxurious moan, your hands now running down his body, feeling his muscles tense as you reach lower and lower. Any ordinary man would be on his knees pleading for you by now. That he can resist you at all is a testament to the strength of his will and his faith. So much the better, for your purposes.

“Even a creature like you should know well that I would not offer myself to you willingly.” He says, forcing the words out though you both know the immense effort he’s expending to resist you.

“Hmm,” you give an exaggerated hum, “But if I can’t have you, then I’ll simply have to find my sustenance elsewhere- and neither of us wants that,” his jaw tightens, and you smile sweetly at him, “However, if you satisfy me, then I’ll have no need to pursue anyone else at this school. You could save them from my… influence.”

With a bitter glare, he pauses. Then,

“If you renege on this deal, know that I will do everything in my power to not only banish you, but destroy you entirely.”

“Naturally,” you say rather flippantly. Then, your body is pressed flush to his, and you draw him into a slow, deep kiss. He’s stiff, at first, but gradually, his lips move in kind, and his tongue meets yours as it slides into his mouth. Perhaps he’s already falling to his carnal needs, or perhaps this is a petty show of defiance. Either way, you were right- he’s delicious.

Already, you feel his lusts pouring into you, tingling across your skin and heating your core. It’s intoxicatingly potent, though somehow still confined, a caged beast sealed away and abandoned long ago. You feel your power feeding on it, drawing him in, and with a rush of sensation that prompts you to moan amidst erotic, open mouthed kisses, you begin to understand the man before you.

Seteth. It’s a nice name- though not his birth name. That name is buried even deeper than you can reach at your current strength, along with some other details tied to it. Droll business fills his everyday thoughts- paperwork, budgeting, troublesome students. But he’s a loving man, deeply tender, despite all appearances. You follow that thread, and eventually reach the girl in the photo. His daughter. How interesting…

“My, my, Father,” you whisper, barely parting from his lips, “You’re not a virgin. Is it possible that you’ve strayed from your vocation?”

“That- that was long before my vows.” he stammers out, face flushed, though his hands have finally come to meet your hips. You laugh softly, your breath grazing his neck as you kiss a line down from his jaw to the top of his vestments’ collar.

“I’m only teasing. Afterall, I know fully well that you haven’t felt the pleasure of a lover in quite some time,” he gives no reply to this, but his breath hitches as your hand finally reaches between his thighs to palm his growing manhood, “Such a shame- you clearly have a wonderful body.”

Despite himself, he tilts his head to grant you more of his neck, allowing you to nip at the smooth skin.

“Don’t taunt me, demon…” he groans, gritting his teeth while his face turns a lovely pink. Still, you feel his cock twitching, stiffening as your hand runs gently along its length. No man has ever been so difficult with you before, and in a way, it’s refreshing. But his body is honest. His pulse races, his strong hands grip at your sides, and his member is rising to your touch, eager for your attention. Without warning, you rub a finger in firm circles along the glans from atop his clothing, and he hisses through his teeth, leaning his head back against the wall.

“I want you to think very hard for me, Father Seteth,” you murmur into his ear, your lips brushing the sensitive flesh, “How do you want me? I’ll gladly relieve all of your pent up needs- just imagine how you want it. That’s right, don’t be shy, just picture it for me…”

In an instant, you’re both on his neatly made bed. Your flimsy excuse for clothing has vanished- which you expected- but you’re a little surprised to see the priest on his back beneath you as you straddle his hips. How delightful, you think with a coy smirk, at least in some way, he sees himself at your mercy. In addition, his own clothing remains, though perhaps you should have expected that much. No matter. Something about being offered a man of the church still in the very attire which designates his vocation is intensely arousing.

Now, to your feast.

You lean over him and cradle his face in both hands, fingers weaving into thick hair which curls around them beautifully. His eyes flutter half-shut, and a low groan sneaks past his lips as you caress him, combing back his hair, tracing the wonderfully sensitive points of his ears, then running down his neck and broad shoulders. You take your time undoing the buttons down the front of his robes and the undershirt beneath, noting the subtle tension of his muscles when your fingertips brush his skin.

“So sensitive, Father,” you say with a playful smile, “just how long has this wonderful body been neglected? Years? Decades? I suppose there’s no telling- you may have lived even longer than I have.”

Your hips shift subtly, grinding your heat against his hardening cock. Seteth groans and bites at his lower lip.

“Well don’t you worry- I happen to like older men.”

You work open his clothes and tug the fabric down, freeing the now rock-hard manhood within. He’s big- mortal men simply couldn’t compare. Bulging veins travel the length of his incredible member, accenting the thick shaft leading up to the head, swollen and flushed to an angry red. Practically salivating at the sight, you utter a pleased little moan as you lower yourself between his legs until you can place a deep, lavish kiss to the crown of his cock.

“To think, a man of the church with such an erotic body. It almost seems tragic not to share it more often, don’t you think?”

His fists clench tightly around the sheets beneath him, and he growls in reply,

“Do as you will and then leave me.”

That stubbornness of his only makes you more eager to reduce him to your needy plaything. For now, you wrap your full lips around the head of his cock, enjoying the feeling of it forcing your jaw to open wider for him. Your tongue rubs and massages the underside, impossibly dexterous as you work your way down his length. The head drags back in your mouth until it hits the passage into your throat, and Seteth’s body arches beneath you, his member throbbing powerfully against the confines of your mouth. With a luxurious moan, you suck him off at a steady, languid pace, letting him enjoy the full range of sensations that your skilled lips and tongue can grant him. You’re gifted a few stifled gasps in reply- that is, until you push further down, and he groans aloud as the head of his cock squeezes tight into your throat. A mortal may have struggled to take a man of this size, but you commit yourself to pushing him deeper and deeper, until your lips reach the base and his member bulges out at the front of your neck. Here, you swallow around him, your throat constricting and squeezing him, and his body shivers as he gasps out,

“G-Goddess-!!”

Slowly, so he can appreciate each changing sensation, you pull yourself up along his incredible length. Freeing him from your mouth, you take a moment to enjoy the sight of him, priest’s vestments half removed, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, and of course, the massive pillar of his cock now glistening slick with your saliva. You simply can’t wait a moment longer to have him.

You position yourself over him once more, a hand guiding his cock between your soaking wet folds. There are men who would kill to feel you wrapped around them for even a moment, yet the holy man beneath you remains impressively restrained. Still clutching the sheets, he meets your gaze defiantly even as the thick head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding pleasurably between your warm lower lips. But then, you gradually sink down onto his cock, moaning happily as it splits you open around him, filling you inch by wonderful, throbbing inch- and you see the way his eyes grow unfocused, the way he bites at his lip to keep from crying out.

By the time you’ve taken him to the hilt, you’re panting softly, your head tilted back as your body aches and burns. You can’t recall the last time you felt so perfectly full, so absolutely satisfied, and as you slowly begin to sway your hips, satisfaction grows into ecstasy.

“Oohhh… your cock is incredible..!” you half-moan, steadying yourself with your hands on his firm abdomen as your hips rock against him, grinding his member against the contours of your pussy. Your body squeezes and coils around him, milking and clinging to his enormous cock while his lust rushes through you. It’s dizzying- more decadent by far than any sexual energy you’ve ever felt before. As you fuck yourself steadily harder and faster on his twitching member, you feel as though this sensation is the closest to the divine that a being of hell has ever experienced.

When at last you feel his strong hands grip your thighs, you know that he’s finally surrendering, both to his own lusts and to your power as it surrounds him. The realization sends a shock of arousal through you, and, holding yourself down with every inch of his cock nestled within your tight heat, you gasp aloud and let your climax take you. Your head tilts back, your nails dig along his stomach, and you ride the wave of pleasure until your overflowing juices drip down his shaft.

But Seteth doesn’t allow you a moment to rest. One hand tightens at your thigh, holding you firmly in place as his hips buck up towards you. With a surprised yelp, you scramble to steady yourself, but he’s thrusting hard and deep into your drooling cunt, watching you with a steady glare as you take him. Evidently still not satisfied, his free hand brings his thumb between your puffy lower lips, finding your clit before long and applying a wonderful, torturous pressure to the sensitive little nub. Eyes hazy and wearing a pleasure-dazed smile, your wings flutter behind you as you happily take the abuse, and all of the powerful lust that comes pouring into you with it.

“Ohh..!” you cry out for him, thighs trembling as he fills you again and again, “Fuh- Father Seteth, you’re… so cruel..!”

“A foul creature like you- that feeds on man’s basest instincts…” he snarls and grits his teeth, his nails dig into your thigh and his cock swells out against your tight inner walls, “cruelty is the least you deserve-!”

Both of his hands seize your hips and force you down to the base of his cock. With his thick member buried in you to the hilt, you feel him throb once more, then the warmth of his cum flooding into you. Immediately, pleasure seizes you once more as his load over-fills you in seconds, and it takes all of your remaining focus to keep yourself upright on his lap. It should be impossible. With your strength and experience, it’s rare for a target to make you cum, let alone twice, and let alone so hard that you lose yourself like this. The legendary children of the Goddess truly aren’t to be underestimated. Not only that, but the purity and strength of this man’s faith lends his lusts an intoxicating quality that sends your head spinning as you absorb him.

Your body is still processing the outpouring of sexual energy that you’ve received, and you haven’t even fully steadied your legs. After a meal like this, you could easily be satisfied for days or even weeks. Briefly, you indulge in the idea that, perhaps you can return to this priest for your meals in the future. Surely, he would gladly offer himself to protect others. When you shakily shift your hips upward, easing his still-hard cock from you, his hold at your hips tightens. Then, all at once, he pushes himself up from the bed, and you down onto it.

“Woah-! Wha- What are you-?”

“Have you had your fill, Succubus?” he growls behind you, roughly turning you onto your stomach and pulling your backside up to him, “I have not.”

He grabs hold of one of your horns, using it as leverage as he forces the thick head of his manhood into your still-dripping hole. Gasping out, eyes rolling back, you surrender yourself to him as he begins to pound into you at a merciless pace. Your wings shiver, then go limp beside you, and it takes everything you have just to keep yourself propped up properly for his use. Seteth fucks his prior load of cum into you, filling you with his cock over and over, stretching you to your absolute limit.

“That a creature like you would dare to set foot in this place, knowing it to be a place of worship-” his voice rises above the lewd sounds of your body receiving him, barely cutting through the fog of your senses, “Disgusting-! Your very presence here is a disgrace!”

This priest is lecturing you, you realize in a moment of disbelief- even as he fucks you harder and deeper than any mere mortal you’ve ever feasted on. What manner of succubus would suffer being scolded by their own meal? You open your mouth to protest, but instead, a high whimper comes out as he leans over you, his thrusts now barely pulling him from your over-fucked hole before slamming back in.

“To think that any of the students could have been subjected to your perverse filth…” his hand around your horn tugs you back against him, and you can only manage a pathetic whine of pleasure, “Once we are done here-” he grunts, grinding his length into you, the head hitting at your core, “You will return to whatever fetid pit you emerged from, immediately. Do I make myself perfectly clear?!”

He doesn’t give you long to reply, and with his cock sending shocks of pleasure up your spine, you can’t produce one anyway.

“Answer me, demon!” he demands, shaking you enough to stammer out,

“Yu- yes! Yes, Father, I swear-!”

Without a word, his hands both slam down on the sheets on either side of you, pinning you down on the mattress. The full length of his manhood swells and throbs in the throes of his second orgasm, pushing you to your third along with him.

~

Despite his own words, he gives you longer to recover than you’d expected. It’s been several minutes since he left you, a trembling, over-stimulated mess on his bed, to catch his breath and fix his vestments back into place. To your satisfaction, he looks rather unsteady as well, though he does well to conceal it. You’ve completely drained his reserves of sexual energy- something you’re proud of, given how pent up he had clearly been. Though as a result, you’re over-full, still just a bit dizzy with the sheer quantity of lust you’ve taken in within such a short time. Distantly, you muse that you won’t likely need to hunt for several weeks.

You summon some amount of clothing to wrap itself around your body, and rise from the bed. Seteth must have been watching you in the corner of his eye, as he rises from his desk chair the moment you make a move.

“You know, Father, I’ve been thinking-”

“If you mean to betray our agreement-” he starts in a clearly warning tone, but you lean close and place a finger over his lips with a smile.

“Perish the thought!” you say, “No, I was actually thinking that we may… extend this little arrangement, since it’s worked out so well for both of us.”

His brow lowers, his jaw tightens.

“Are you to be made my responsibility, then? What cause might I have to aid one of your ilk?”

“Just give it some thought, Father. It seems to me that protecting your precious flock would be a rather virtuous use of your… unique qualities.” your eyes pointedly flicker across his body. He sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Leave this place, as we agreed,” a pause, then he adds, “If you show yourself before me again, I will decide then how best to deal with you.”

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Truly, who could blame you for being curious once Seteth had told you the truth of who he was? And to be fair, you had asked for his consent before thoroughly reading up on Saint Cichol. Though, perhaps he hadn’t expected you to pursue your studies down into the hidden library of Abyss. Here, you’d found some far more colorful portrayals of the Saints. Cichol was no exception; in fact, the infamous Tome of Comely Saints was only the beginning- you’d since discovered a veritable treasure trove of scandalous and downright erotic literature centering your now-favorite Saint.

Perhaps it’s because you’ve been so tentative about expressing your own desires to Seteth, despite having mutually confessed your affections. You want more- you know you do- but with a man so rigid and so private, how would you even approach him about such things? Surely this is how you’ve found yourself tucked away in a darkened aisle of the underground library late at night, face flushed and nervous fingers rubbing guiltily across your sex as you envision the shockingly explicit scene detailed on the pages. Back resting against the shelves and the book held unsteady in your free hand, you fight to stifle your breath. Your thighs rub anxiously together, you bite at your bottom lip.

The veracity of this text aside, the way it teases your imagination is shameless. It details Saint Cichol as a figure of masculine beauty, of both strength and poise. It describes the finer points of his anatomy, the skill and passion with which he made love. Your eyes fall half-lidded over words like generous, powerful, insatiable- and before you even realize, your wandering hand has slid down the front of your clothes to touch yourself more directly. You’re hardly thinking, your mind whirling with fantasies of your Saint.

That’s when you notice the footsteps, not more than an aisle or two away. You freeze, your heart thrashes in your chest. Then, he rounds the shelves to where you stand. The book falls from your hand, pages splayed open on the floor.

“Ah, there you are, Y/N- you really oughtn’t wander about such places on your…” Seteth’s brow furrows as he takes in the sight of you at last, “…own.”

“Seteth-!” you gasp out, nearly breathless in your shock and humiliation. Bright red in the face, you scramble to fix your clothing back into place, and meanwhile, Seteth notices the book at your feet. He picks it up, your stomach drops.

“Seteth, wait, I- I, uh-”

His eyebrows rise, his expression one of recognition, then surprise, and then… something else. The shame burns so hot across your skin that, for a moment, you think to flee. But Seteth nears you, his taller frame looming over you as a hand meets your chin, directing your eyes to him. He speaks your name with a low rumble in his chest, and you shiver at the sound.

“It would seem that I have been rather neglectful of your needs, my love.”

Disbelief rings and vibrates in your head as his hand runs along your waist, trailing down to pause just briefly at the hem of your breeches. You whisper his name and gaze up at him with wide, expectant eyes. Then, his touch dips lower beneath your clothing until you feel it rub firm between your thighs. Your knees nearly buckle then and there, but you steady yourself with your hands on the shelves behind you. His fingers, larger and stronger than your own, massage the sensitive nerves around your clit, his movements slow but firm. Your eyes plead with him, your lips hang parted as you whimper his name between panting breaths.

“While I cannot condone your behavior here, I also feel it only right to take some measure of responsibility,” Seteth says, the heat in his voice a stark contrast to the formality of the words, “from now on, I shall personally ensure that your needs are met.”

You’re about to respond, but then his fingertips rub directly across your stiff and swollen clit, sending a shock through your core and causing you to moan aloud for him. Seteth’s eyes narrow, though the pulsing of his fingers between your folds never eases.

“Hush, love. We can’t have anyone overhearing you.” he says, and raises a hand to cover your mouth. Goddess, it’s too much. The thrill of feeling the touch you’ve dreamed of for so long, the transgression of him pleasuring you in such a place, and now this- that he’d forcibly stifle your voice while driving you ever closer to your climax.

Your voice muffled in his palm, Seteth carefully eases his touch towards your soaking wet cunt. You whimper, your hips bucking against him as two fingers tease your entrance, slowly and gently opening you around him, careful not to hurt you. He drives steadily deeper, stimulating parts of you that you hadn’t realized had been so lonely, and you clutch the shelf behind you tighter to keep steady. Then, those fingers curl, directly massaging the nerves behind your clit, and your eyes roll back with a desperate groan that, were it not for his hand over your mouth, you’re certain would have echoed through the library.

You can’t withstand this for long, and sure enough, his relentless touch rapidly drives you over the edge. Tingling warmth spreads from your gushing, clinging pussy up your center and through your entire body. You’re panting into his hand, barely holding yourself upright as your lower muscles squeeze and coil around him- and perhaps you’re imagining it, but you swear you finally see a red tinge across his face, the heat of lust in those bright green eyes. Goddess, you’re still riding out the rush of your climax, and yet all you can think of is that you want more.

Evidently, Seteth is of the same mind. When he trusts you can remain quiet, he removes his hand from your mouth and slides the other out from your clothes. He leans close and kisses you deeply, and you gladly part your lips for his tongue, eager for him despite how your legs tremble beneath you. Then, he parts from you and softly says,

“Loathe as I am to make you wait even a moment longer, I feel it best that we retire to my quarters.”

With your head still spinning and your eyes hazy with need, you manage to meet his gaze and nod, only able to offer a simple,

“Uh-huh.”

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Whatever this is that you’ve awoken within Seteth’s long dormant appetites, it’s set his heart flailing wildly, only to collide with caged walls in every direction. It aches, it’s wonderful, it’s unbearable. It’s a distraction that he’s tried to bury for far too long now. Tonight, these restless thoughts invade his tired mind to keep him from sleep once again. How could he possibly exorcise this anxious hunger? The knowledge that he doesn’t merely care for you- he wants you, desires you. The truth is uncomfortably tempting; opening up to you, and only you, after all this time- baring himself to you, telling you everything he’s kept inside for literal centuries. And then…

And then?

He scowls and turns onto his side, a hand pushing tussled green hair from his eyes and brushing along pointed ears on the way.

Well, it’s not as though you would need to know his history for a mere tryst, anyway. Wouldn’t it be fine to have your pleasure, to ‘scratch the itch,’ and then return to things as they were? Why should you be burdened with matters that human minds would surely find incomprehensible? The weight of his past has rested on his own shoulders so long that it’s long since atrophied and gathered dust. If he were to approach you, to claim you, surely there would be no need…

A moment of clarity dawns on him and his scowl deepens. With an abrupt sound of disgust, his fists tighten as he struggles to push those depraved urges from his mind. To think of you with lust burning hot in his veins- it’s unproductive and absurd, not to mention unrealistic. Seteth reminds himself of what whispered words would snake their way through the monastery should even a single soul find out. He thinks of his obligations, of the reason he’s lived his life with such singular focus for so long. He thinks wearily of the worn-in creases around his eyes and ancient scars across his body, and he resolves as he has many times before that you ought to be with someone young, someone romantic, someone handsome and dashing. And then he invisions your questioning gaze silently interrogating him, your fingers brushing the tips of pointed ears he couldn’t possibly conceal if you ever… Goddess help him- if you ever laid in his bed.

Despite his efforts, his craven thoughts begin to stray once more, and he simply can’t stop himself from wondering- what if? What if, against all reason, you offered yourself to him? For a moment, his restraint falters, and he indulges. Would you be forceful or demure? How would his name sound in your voice, if you sighed it, if you moaned it into his ear, if you screamed it in ecstacy? Would you pin him down and demand service, or would you beg and plead and whimper beneath him? Either would be indescribable bliss. Seteth strangles a groan in his throat. His cock throbs, hot and swelling harder with every second spent dwelling on forbidden fantasies.

His hand strays downward, running tentatively along his growing member from atop his clothing.

No. This is wrong. You would never- you could never want him.

But Goddess, he wants you.

He wants you so dearly that even these few bold moments spent holding you in his imagination have his manhood fully hard and twitching urgently as it bulges against his clothing. Seteth turns onto his back with an irritable groan and, at last, tugs down the front of his breeches to free his needy cock. He takes it in hand, and, with a pang of guilt, strokes it slowly from the base to tip.

“Nng…” he grits his teeth, his face warming with shame as his grip travels his thick shaft, pumping it slowly and steadily. Ultimately, his lurid fantasies smother his misgivings.

In his mind, you come to sooth him in the quiet of his room. You’re warm against him, bare skin and eager friction promising the release he needs so desperately. And you’re so good to him- you run your fingers through his hair, you kiss his neck, his chest. You offer him everything, with all of the certainty and confidence he can’t find in himself. Precum slickens the head of his cock, and the warm, wet sensation calls your lips to his mind. As his hand focuses at the glans, massaging firm around his most sensitive nerves, Seteth imagines your lovely, soft lips surrounding him, and his own part in a silent gasp.

The sudden rush of pleasure causes his fantasy to leap forward. You’re beneath him, your hair splayed across his pillow, your cheeks flushed as you look at him with large, shining eyes. You’re panting just like he is now, smiling in a pleasured daze, happily receiving him. Receiving his lust, his needs, the desire he’s stifled for so long. Seteth tries your name once, his voice barely a whisper. The syllables feel deeply taboo, but it only causes his cock to ache harder, his hand quickening as his climax gradually mounts.

'Seteth-!'

The 'you’ in his mind cries out to him. He can practically feel your fingernails down his back, your body arching up from the bed to meet him.

'Mmh, Seteth, it feels so good..!'

Once more, your name barely escapes his lips. His body tenses, his head tilts back.

'Seteth, I love-'

He barely manages to pull his clothes away fast enough before the rush of his climax overcomes him. Hot, thick cum spills out across his abdomen in powerful waves as he bites back his gasping moans. In his fit of passion, he strokes himself frantically through his orgasm, milking out every drop of the considerable load he’d built up despite his practiced restraint- perhaps even because of it. One final rush of pleasure, and with a heavy exhale, his body relaxes onto the mattress at last.

He’s a ragged mess. A truly impressive amount of cum pools between the divets of his abs, some even reaching as far as his chest. His hair is mussed out of place, his face and ears flushed a bright red as he struggles to regain his breath.

Seteth’s head slumps back onto the pillow. The final moments of his fantasy replay in his mind, and he burns with humiliation. To imagine partaking in your body is one thing- an utterly depraved and unacceptable one, at that -but to think even for a moment that you would say such things to him…

His spare hand runs fingers through his hair, and he gives himself a scolding, irritable sigh.

“You miserable old fool…”

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'You know well what is expected of you this evening. The Goddess smiles upon your efforts, Y/N. Go with her grace and her blessings.'

You force yourself to exhale slowly, crumpling the note in your hand as you examine the objects on your bed. One, a vial of some unknown substance. The other, a folded up garment of some kind. Yes, you do know what’s expected of you- aside from which, isn’t this what you’d wanted for so long anyway? For now, you put out of mind the looming thought that failure would not be tolerated, and raise the small glass vial to your lips.

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Seteth kicks off his boots at the door to his private quarters, then unclasps the cloak from the back of his robes and drapes it over the desk chair. He rubs wearily at the back of his neck, gradually working out the worst of the knots and aches of another day spent hunched over his office desk. It had been a day like many others before- slow and plodding, but productive, with everything sorted and well in its place by the time Flayn had finally persuaded him away from his work for dinner. Seteth relaxes the ever-present tension in his shoulders and smiles to himself, reflecting on the one distraction he’d allowed in his day. He’d met you for tea over lunch. A small, simple thing, perhaps. He had no doubt you’d hardly thought of your time together since. But it had bolstered him in a way he found hard to express, lingering pleasantly in his thoughts as he went about his usual mundane tasks.

Just as he feels his chest warm at the memory, a knock at his door startles him.

“Seteth?”

It’s you- he starts toward the door, then pauses. He frowns. You’d sounded off somehow, almost breathless. Brow furrowed with concern, he rushes to the door and opens it to you. At the sight of you, he utters your name with audible surprise; you seem a bit unsteady, your face flushed to a dark pink, and the only clothing you wear is a tunic wrapped hastily around your body, which flutters dangerously high around your thighs. And your eyes- there’s something bizarre and heavy in your glassy eyes, something that sends a shiver along his spine.

Thinking of your modesty, he quickly pulls you into his room and shuts the door behind you.

“Y/N, are- are you well?” he gently holds onto your shoulders, “Do you, er- require something of me?”

“Yes, I do,” you say softly, your voice low and husky. Your hands press to his abdomen and run up the firm contours of his muscled chest, and Seteth’s body tenses at the far-too intimate contact. On instinct, he seizes both of your hands in his.

“Please- just- tell me what you need, I-I will help in any way I can.”

You remove your hands from his grasp and reach to undo the fastening of your tunic. Seteth watches like a man hypnotized as you discard the garment on his bedroom floor and step towards him.

Goddess above.

Silken fabric pulls just a little too tight around your chest, cupping your breasts with thin material that does nothing to hide your nipples pressing against it. The shining silk gathers beneath them, then flutters down sensuously about your curves, framing where equally flimsy panties hug the tempting space between your thighs. Seteth’s mouth feels dry, his body burns hot. The sudden onslaught of shock and arousal is so consuming that, when you approach to nudge him back towards his bed, he doesn’t even think to resist.

With his back propped against the pillows and headboard, you straddle his hips, then take both of his hands in yours. You place them on your body, slowly guiding them up your hips and to your breasts, directing his touch as you say in a lustful groan,

“I need you, Seteth. Please…”

Your words finally shake him from his shock-induced complacency. He rips his hands from you, clutching the bed sheets beneath him if nothing else to keep himself from reaching back to you. Still, for all his restraint, he feels his manhood twitch and swell, rapidly rising at your provocation as you stir the needs and urges he’d tried to bury long ago. Now, as he feels your hips grinding your warmth against him, your plush lower lips rubbing along the hardening shaft of his cock, he struggles to align his thoughts.

“I… I have lost my senses entirely,” he whispers breathlessly as your touch runs down his torso once more, your lips so agonizingly close to his, “Or- this is… some sort of maddening dream.”

As though in direct defiance of his words, you’ve begun to undo the buttons down the front of his clothes, and the electricity of your fingertips brushing his bare skin is all-too real. His chest rises and falls with his panting breath and you reveal him to you inch by inch, and his craven body readily betrays him.

Isn’t this exactly what he’s longed for in that forbidden corner of his mind for so long? You’re eager for him, desperate- the hunger in your eyes makes him feel weak, and yet, so very powerful. Like he could conquer you. Claim you. Pin you to his bed and make you his own- and you would gladly whimper and sigh and plead for him all the while.

His hands slowly run up your thighs, emerald eyes half-lidded as you tug his clothes out of your way. All the while your own hands continue to adore him, your touch hot along his skin as you admire his tightly muscled torso. Without a thought, he holds firm at your hips and pulls you to him.

“Ohhh… Seteth..!” you moan his name in a way that not even his most lurid fantasies could have conjured, and he feels his cock throb against you, knowing you must be able to feel his desire. Then, your lips are at his throat, and Seteth tilts his head back with a gravelled moan. You caress up the opposite side of his neck and tangle your fingers into his hair. He feels your nails along his skin, your breath at the corner of his jaw, the sting of your teeth. He wonders, with a thrill of arousal through his core, whether you aim to mark him.

Seteth embraces you, holding your body against him as his fingers dig along your back and his member ruts between your thighs, the subtle rhythm of his hips matching yours. Then, a sudden and new sensation; you bite at the shell of his ear, not terribly hard- but the feeling sends pleasure through his long-neglected nerves like a catching fire. At last, his restraint utterly shatters.

Without warning, he turns you onto your back on the bed, holding you to him with an arm around your waist, and kisses you fiercely, hungrily. You arch against him with an eager moan while his tongue thrusts past your lips. Your heel nudges him closer from behind, and Seteth allows his body to move on instinct. His hips roll against you, pressing his aching cock to your heat, resentful of the barrier of clothing between you. At last- at long, long last you will be his, and he can finally exorcise the longings he’s fought so desperately to suppress. The softness of your lips, the way you gasp and sigh with pleasure beneath him, every curve and contour of your body in his hands- it’s everything his guilt-ridden imagination had promised him and more, and he’s blissfully drowning in it all.

Yet something else has woken in his memory- something that’s prodding at the back of his whirling thoughts, even now. Something familiar, and yet, which has no place in this day and age.

That taste.

Seteth pulls away from your kiss and grabs onto each of your hands, pinning them beside you. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, though the sight of you squirming anxiously beneath him with that lustful look in your eyes isn’t helping to steady him. He manages your name, though his voice cracks awkwardly when he speaks.

“Did you… drink anything strange tonight?”

You hardly seem to register his words. Instead, you bite your lip as you look up at him with those large, expectant eyes.

“Seteth… more- please..! I can’t take it!” you whimper softly, rubbing your thighs together. His head hangs for a moment, and he groans.

“Merciful Goddess, why have you seen fit to test me in this way,” he mutters under his breath as he fights against his very instincts to pause and sort this new information. Only one foreboding conclusion hovers in his scattered thoughts: Rhea.

Your prior response had made it clear that lust has overridden your better reasoning. He needs to find a way to either cure you of your ailment, or get you through it without unduly tormenting you- and it would be best if he could find a way to earn your compliance. Seteth breathes deeply in, then out. When he meets your eyes once more, his gaze is direct and commanding.

“Y/N, I am going to bind your wrists.”

You hum playfully and brush your nose against his,

“Mmm, but then I can’t touch you, Seteth,”

That’s exactly the point.

He scowls for a moment, but keeps his focus. Moving your wrists above your head, he speaks in a low and soothing tenor,

“Please, Y/N. It would… give me immense pleasure,” he emphasizes these last words, and he can see the way they make you shiver, “To… see you tied up, that is,” he adds stiffly.

Lips parted and eyes hazy, you give a meek, “uh-huh,” as he sets to work. He reaches beside him on the bed for the belt you’d removed from his robes, then winds it around your wrists and buckles it in place, tight enough to hold secure but not enough to hurt you. You shift with excitement at this new development, briefly tugging at your bindings.

“I always knew you’d be into things like this…” you say with a devious grin, and Seteth’s face burns bright red.

Always knew he’d-??

He stifles his incredulous response, instead tightening his jaw and running a hand along your cheek.

“Behave,” he says firmly, noting the way you bite your lip at his forceful tone, “There is… something else I want you to do for me. Wait patiently a moment.”

Seteth extricates himself from the bed with no small amount of willpower, leaving you helplessly tied and needy for him as he moves to his desk. His member still strains hard against his breeches, the pressure providing an irritating distraction from his task. With another deep breath and a moment to center his thoughts, he begins to search through the various drawers of his desk. He keeps a certain tea here- one said to have detoxifying effects, in addition to acting as a sleep aid of sorts. If it is potent enough to affect his unusual constitution, it should allow you to come down from your current intoxicated state, and perhaps to sleep off any lingering effects.

“There we are,” he says, the herbal blend finally in hand. He sighs and mutters, “If you recall any of this in the morning, I can only beg your forgiveness.”

Seteth returns to you for a moment, pausing to test that the belt binding your hands above you still holds firm.

“I want you to stay here and wait for me, do you understand? If you can do that for me, I will,” his eyes scan your scantily clad figure on his bed, “…help to alleviate your needs.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with a moan and a playful smile. Seteth’s brow creases, his face hot. He hadn’t been prepared for what that reply would do to him, and it’s all he can do to turn himself from you, hastily button up the front of his clothes, and leave to ready your tea.

By the time he returns with the drink in hand, you’re in a state of utter desperation. Turned on your side with your wrists still tied, but your hands between your thighs, you look up at Seteth with pleading eyes as he approaches. Your arms squeeze in around your chest, emphasizing its curves, and it’s only this distraction that keeps him from realizing at first that your fingers are stroking your wet folds from atop those silken panties. He very nearly lets a low groan escape him, but he chokes it back and kneels beside you on the bed.

“Seteth- please, I… I need…”

“Shh, just a little longer, Y/N,” he gently urges your hands from your body and guides you upright, an arm held protectively around your waist, “You wish to please me, correct?”

“Yes- anything…” you moan, leaning close to nuzzle into his neck, desperate to touch or kiss some part of him. His body tenses, burning urgently, but he merely presents the tea to you in his free hand.

“Take this for me. All of it. I… want to watch you swallow it,” he nearly winces at the words, but knows this is the only way to reach you in your current state. If the worst that comes of tonight is that you retain some strange impressions of his sexual appetites, then he should be grateful.

Carefully, he tilts the cup and allows you to drink from it, and thank the Goddess, you obey. He watches you intently, still cradling you to him as you gulp down the tea, occasionally glancing towards him for approval.

“Just like that, you’re doing well,” he says softly.

“Am I… pleasing you?” your voice is softer now, and the focused and hungry flame in your eyes has dulled.

“More,” he says, pressing the cup to your lips, “I need to see you take every last drop.”

“Yessir,” you slur out, and open your lips for him to feed you the rest of the drink. At last, you’ve finished it, and Seteth puts aside the cup, but continues to hold you upright while he cautiously observes you. Already, he can see your lustful gaze soften, and he breathes out a small sigh of relief. You’ll likely fall asleep before too long; such a powerful aphrodisiac would be quite a lot for your human body to process, and coming down from the effects may feel akin to a hangover.

Your head slumps onto his shoulder, and at first he worries that you’ve suddenly lost consciousness. Then, you moan his name, nuzzling into the front of his robes.

“Do… do you not want me, Seteth?” you mumble into the fabric. He lets out a short scoff, the sound wry and weary. Then, he pauses, and gently kisses your hair.

“I desire you so ardently that I fear it has shaken me to my very core. But… I will not have you like this,” he speaks softly, praying that you will not remember this when you wake. You give no reply- in fact, it seems likely you dozed off to the sound of his voice. Moving you slowly and carefully, Seteth lays you in his bed, and unfastens the belt around your wrists. He retrieves the tunic you’d left on the floor near the bedroom door, and drapes it over you. While he cannot risk jostling you awake by moving you beneath the sheets, he does want to offer you every amount of comfort he can.

He busies himself with doting on you for a time, checking that your breathing and temperature are steady, that your head is resting comfortably on his pillow, that you’re as appropriately covered as he can manage. It’s only when he’s run out of tasks and things to double-check that his thoughts circle back to that singular taste- the taste of the aphrodisiac that could have only come from one source.

Long ago, centuries ago, Seteth had known that taste. Among his kind, it had been no more than a recreational intoxicant, similar to how humans consume alcohol. But to a human constitution, its affects were far too potent. Dangerous, even. They had never kept written records of the concoction’s recipe, and had no reason to share it besides.

His head spins with the implications of such a maneuver- that Rhea would go so far as to drug you, and for what purpose? For curiosity? For some misguided encouragement? No, there could be no purpose, none worth considering for even a moment. Nothing could justify this manipulation- this violation. Seteth’s heart aches, his chest tight and his brow deeply creased as he watches you sleeping peacefully on his bed. He couldn’t possibly leave you here to seek the answers he needs. Confronting Rhea will have to wait until he’s certain you are well.

He pushes this matter aside for the time being. Unfortunately, this provides room for a new host of images and sensations to crowd his thoughts. The memory of your lips on his, of your touch across his skin, your body so eager and so willing for him. At the mere moment of recollection, his cock stubbornly twitches to attention, half-hard in an instant. Seteth sighs irritably and runs a hand over his face. Then, his movements stiff but resolute, he seats himself at his desk and searches the piles of paperwork and books for something- anything- to keep his chaotic thoughts in line for one very long night.

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Perhaps, after a handful of blissful nights being disciplined and scolded in his bed, you should have expected your body would react to hearing that particular forceful tone in Seteth’s voice. You’d happened to arrive at his office in the midst of what sounded like an especially firm lecture- even by his standards. It’s not at all an uncommon thing to have stumbled upon, but now, your body responds in a way you hadn’t been prepared for. Today, eavesdropping from the second floor hall, you can’t help the flood of erotic warmth through your core, the thudding of your heart, the way your pulse races at the potent reminder of him bending you over his knee to admonish you. The response is fully subconscious- it’s learned. Trained. For a moment, you almost manage to feel sorry for whatever student is at the receiving end of Seteth’s wrath, but your instinctive arousal distracts you from any thought but the need for satisfaction.

“I expect you to reflect gravely upon your actions,” his voice is stern still, but softening as you listen from beyond the oaken office door, “The future you build for yourself will be the direct consequence of the habits and morals you develop now in your youth. You would do well to correct these failings before they come to bring you harm. That is all.”

By the time the thoroughly humbled student is excused and scurries past you and down the hall, you catch yourself biting at your lower lip, restless with desire.

You slip into Seteth’s office, making sure to close the door behind you. He’s already returned to his desk, his brow low and eyes focused on the nightmarish sprawl of paperwork before him. On seeing you, however, his irritable expression immediately softens.

“Ah- do you need something of me, my love?”

You smile, but gesture for him not to leave his seat on your account. Instead, you come to stand behind him, running your hands fondly along his tense shoulder muscles.

“Not in particular, I just figured I’d check up on you,” he relaxes just slightly at your touch, “It’s been a busy term, huh?”

“That it has,” he sighs, his eyes never leaving the work in hand though he does lean back to you, “Would you join Flayn for dinner in my stead tonight?”

“She’ll be cross with you for working late again,” you lean forward, drawing your arms around him from behind his chair.

“I imagine so, yes,” he replies with a bemused sigh. Pressing your body to his back, you let your breath tease the barely concealed point of his ear as you say,

“Maybe you’ll even be the one getting lectured for once,”

His body tenses at the gentle sensation.

“I… had hoped that you hadn’t overheard that unpleasantness before you arrived.”

“Just a bit as you were finishing up,” you kiss the shell of his ear, and feel his frame shudder in response, “But to be honest… I actually sort of enjoy getting to hear you being so stern and serious.”

Seteth stiffens against you, his posture rigid and his face warming as your hands run along his chest. Still, he maintains a semblance of restraint.

“From what I’m told, it is not a rare occurrence.”

“I don’t mean your usual seriousness,” you say with a laugh that flutters through his hair, “I mean, you know, more… Authoritative. Commanding.”

Your teeth graze his ear, and you feel his breathing stall, his jaw tightening as he stifles a groan.

“Dearest…” he says breathlessly, “You… are well aware of my feelings on this sort of thing during working hours.”

You hum playfully in reply, then slowly kiss a line down to the corner of his jaw.

“But you’ve been so busy lately, I’ve been lonely…”

Seteth clears his throat.

“I am afraid we will both simply have to be patient, my love.”

The ironic impatience evident in the strain of his voice draws your lips into a smirk. Pressing yourself warm against him, your hands running along the firm muscles of his chest, you nuzzle the crook of his neck and say,

“And what if I simply can’t wait to have you, Seteth? Not all of us can be as unshakably virtuous as you are, you know.”

Seteth rises to his feet in one abrupt motion, wresting your arms from him. You let out a squeak of surprise as he seizes you around the waist and pulls you to face him, the back of your legs against his desk as he traps you between it and him. His gaze is full of fire and fury, but his words are unyielding,

“If you struggle to embody virtue, then you must learn it- and you will do so, by my hand alone.”

“Seteth-” you barely manage his name, your fight and your breath both leaving you at once.

“I’ll not tolerate a moment more of this wanton behavior, Y/N,” there’s that tone again- that forceful, uncompromising tone that already has your pulse racing and your body warming, “Perhaps you require a reminder of the consequences you stand to face.”

You can’t get a word out. You only nod.

Please. Please.

Seteth’s hand at your chin keeps your gaze trained on him, his touch heated, yet anything but tender.

“You will await me in my quarters this evening, undressed and on your knees, do you understand? I expect to see you ready to bear your punishment with utmost humility and gratitude.”

Again, you slowly nod.

“Answer me properly, Y/N.”

There’s a dangerous edge to his voice. His brow lowers as he looms over you, and you manage,

“Ye- Yes, sir.”

“Very good.” His expression is contemplative as a fingertip traces the curve of your bottom lip. “We will correct this shameful behavior, Y/N. If I must take you across my lap and strike you until you repent, then so be it. If I must use your lips and throat to train you in obedience, then I shall do so.”

A tremor rushes down your spine, and you nearly whimper aloud. Those arresting green eyes hold you rooted to the spot as he speaks, his voice low but firm.

“I will discipline each and every inch of you until I see you trembling beneath me. I will bring you to the very brink of release to hear you beg and plead to me for mercy, and I shall grant you pleasure or withhold it as I see fit. You will worship until your body aches and you can think of nothing but your utter and complete submission.”

Like a holy sermon, his words build until they wash over you, enter deep inside of you, leaving your face flushed and knees weak.

“Then, once I am satisfied with your penance, and no sooner,” his gaze darkens, though his hand gently caresses your cheek, “then, perhaps, a Saint will hear and answer your prayers.”

You’re not certain how you’re still breathing, let alone still standing. Your hands have steadied you back against his desk, but your legs feel unsteady beneath you. Still, despite it all, you force out a meek whisper,

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Apparently pleased with this reply, Seteth leans close and warmly, gently kisses your forehead. The sweet tenderness of the act is so deeply at odds with the lurid filth that’s filled your imagination that you’re not certain how to respond. You want to grab him by his robes and kiss him, want to beg him to pin you to his desk here and now, to fuck obedience and humility into you until the whole Monastery hears how good you can be for him. But that would not be in line with the type of punishment he has in store for you, would it?

“Now then, I am certain you have your own matters to attend to until I see you this evening,” Seteth’s tone is rigid and business-like once more, shaking you from your lustful daze. He returns to the seat at his desk as you watch him with a sullen pout across your face.

“Seteth,” you practically whine his name, “That wasn’t fair at all- how am I supposed to just go about my day like this?”

He glances up at you over the paperwork in hand, and says with just the barest hint of a smile,

“On the contrary, I can hardly think of a better way to begin your disciplinary training. I am certain that you can endure it graciously until we meet tonight.”

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Your thighs fit snug around Seteth’s hips as you straddle him on his bed, then press your bare body flush to his and kiss him. He groans into your mouth when your tongue eagerly meets his, and while he seems surprised by your aggressive advances, it’s not long before his fingers are dragging through your hair while his free hand grips hard at your hip. You’ve learned by now that Seteth can be passionate- practically ferocious, under the right circumstances, and tonight you want him urgently.

Your fingernails drag down his torso from above his undershirt, and his breeches barely contain the potent throbbing of his growing member against you. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your head aside so he can kiss down the side of your throat.

“You are… enthusiastic tonight, my love,” he whispers to you, lips lingering close enough that you can feel the graze of his beard on your skin.

“Of course I am,” you say, “I’ve been thinking about this ever since training today. You don’t often join routine training with the others,” you go on, your tone unabashedly lustful as you nip at the shell of his pointed ear, “It’s a rare treat to get to watch you like that- and I know I wasn’t the only one looking.”

He scoffs, turning his head and muttering,

“Dearest, that’s…”

“Objectively correct?” you retort playfully, lifting yourself over him enough to get a clear look at his face, while not relieving any of the pressure of your lower body against his.

“That’s not- it’s, it’s patently ridiculous..!” the hand not occupied at your hip shyly covers his mouth, and he refuses to meet your eye. You’ve seen Seteth flustered plenty of times by now- it’s not hard to do, when he keeps himself so tightly wound -but this bashfulness is new. You smile, an eyebrow slightly quirked.

“Seteth,” you say with play-admonishment, “Do you seriously not know that you’re incredibly handsome?”

He’s silent for a moment, then exhales and says with his gaze still stubbornly averted,

“I… have not considered my physical appearance often, these past centuries. Aside from maintaining a level of decorum given my station, and the obvious need to conceal some things,” you nod, knowing he’s referring to the ears you find so charming, “I suppose that as long as you are pleased, the rest is… immaterial.”

“Well, I am certainly pleased,” you say while you indulgently run your hands down the front of his body, feeling how his muscles tense beneath his shirt, “But now I think I need to help you realize just how attractive you actually are.”

“My love…”

You take his hand in yours, and hold it cradled against your cheek for a moment.

“To start, I adore your hands,” your touch is gentle as your fingers trace the strong but elegant line up his forearms to his hands, enjoying the handsome veins and contours of them. Seteth’s complexion is dyed pink as he watches you with rapt attention, and you kiss his each of his fingers in turn.

“You’re always so good to me with them, too,” you say, and when your tongue circles his fingertip and your teeth offer him a single playful nip, you feel his cock throb at your inner thigh. Slowly, so he can watch, you kiss down his palm to his inner wrist, where you grant him one more teasing bite. His brow furrows, and he breathes out your name like a secret- like a blasphemy he might conceal even from the Goddess herself. Still, your focus is unwavering.

Your hands run down his arms, and you can feel his hair stand on end with each inch you pass over.

“Your arms are so strong, I love that you can hold me, pin me down, position me however you like- you make it look effortless.”

“It feels effortless,” he says, his voice low and laden with lust, “when you make me desire you so fervently.”

“Mmm, but you’re even more sexy when you exert yourself,” your grin becomes ever more coy, and you wiggle your hips just enough to rut yourself against his sizeable erection.

“Sexy?” he utters a dismissive sound like a short laugh, though his face is a dark and ruddy red now. It’s a foreign sounding word, in his voice, and you wonder if he’s ever spoken it before.

“Extremely sexy,” you reply, and now you run your hands warm along his chest. You enjoy the swell of the pectoral muscles you’d stolen glances at earlier that day, when the lightweight shirt he’d worn for training had clung there to his sweat dewed skin. “I almost didn’t want the others seeing you like that at training. But then, I do like to brag about you, so maybe it’s not so bad.”

“De- Dearest, surely you don’t-”

“You didn’t think soldiers talk about the weather over our post-battle drinks, did you?” you smile sweetly as you open the remaining lower buttons of his undershirt and push his clothes out of the way.

“Well, certainly not but-”

“I love the looks on their faces when I tell them about how gorgeous your body is. Your chest…” you trail a single finger down the central line of his torso as you speak, “Your abs… all of these beautiful old scars… and aaaall the way down to this wonderful little trail of hair,” Seteth shivers as your fingernail drags down the line of hair from his lower stomach leading down below the hem of his pants. Then, without a word, you tug the front of those breeches down and free his towering manhood, throbbing and crowned with a touch of precum. You run your hand tenderly up its length, admiring its sheer mass, the heat of it in your palm, the bulging veins. It’s obvious how your words have provoked him, and the realization only encourages you further.

“And this cock- Goddess, Seteth, do you even know how many men would give anything to be half your size?”

“That’s- well, given my, er, unique heritage, it’s hardly- that is, my size is more typical of men of my kind,” self-consciousness has him babbling, and you hold back a laugh. If he weren’t so desirable, he’d be utterly adorable. You watch him with both lust and adoration as you stroke up and down the length of his shaft, pumping his cock steadily until you see his lips slightly part and his breath start to quicken.

“Darling, please,” he says, his eyes shining with earnest desire, “I am not certain how much more of this I can endure…”

“Oh?” you sweetly laugh, rubbing your thumb in firm circles around his tip until you feel it slicken with even more precum, “You’re surprisingly weak to flattery.”

“Only from you.”

He inhales slowly as you release his cock and shift forward on his lap. Seteth is nothing if not an expert in restraint, yet you catch the way his hands flex tight at your hips when you settle with his throbbing member snug against your lower body. You’re well aware- by the time he starts showing outward signs of impatience, he’s near delirious with need for you, fighting the urge to ravish you completely. But you’re not satisfied just yet. He needs to know the extent of your longing for him, how positively alluring he is, how his body drives you mad with lust.

Your hands travel tantalizingly back up his tight musculature as you lean down over him once more and comb your fingers into his hair as your lips lightly brush his.

“That’s good,” you murmur softly, “because I’m not nearly done worshiping my favorite Saint.”