candybox | OPEN POST: Claude von Riegan - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[ She's obviously fascinated, her eyes gleaming with the reflected light of stars as they gaze up at them. Even though he's a bit behind her, Byleth's tail curls around Khalid, looping around him once so the tufted tip is draped over his lap. Her wing extends behind him as well, the thin membrane radiating heat as it drapes over his shoulder like a blanket to ward off the chill of the night.

Simply being connected to another person in this way seems to elate her; she even scoots back from the edge of the platform so she can sit with her side pressed to his, though she seems to be bursting with energy, unable to sit perfectly still, always adjusting her position slightly to maximize the amount of contact between them. He was right about his earlier assessment: it's going to break her heart when he leaves.

For now, though, she seems perfectly content to spend learning words in his language, repeating the names of the stars and constellations back to him in a heavy but pleasant sort of accent.

Eventually, though, even she begins to lose steam. This has been the most eventful day of her life in the last thousand years, and the excitement has worn her down. She stands and releases Khalid from her hold, beckoning him back inside the cave and closing the hide flaps behind them. She spends a moment picking up her things, then pulls back a layer of the furs on her bed and curls up between them. ]

Khalid?

[ She beckons for him to join her, already purring audibly even from a distance. ]

[Khalid definitely feels a little hot under the collar even without the wing to warm him, just from the close physical proximity. She's... well, even for all her bestial appearance, she's beautiful, he realises, though he's trying not to make his lingering gazes too obvious, when she's distracted by the stars. Nor the way he idly runs his fingers through the fur on her tail, or examines her green scales, radiant and somehow different to a wyvern's in size and shape.

She's getting attached. He's getting attached. His heart sinks, and he casts his mind back to the artefacts in the cave. He has to satisfy his curiosity about her, but the longer he stays, the more he'll both hurt her when it's time to leave, and put her in danger if he doesn't leave. There's no real choice in the matter.

Still, he casts all that out of his mind for the evening when she retires to bed, and he realises he's being invited in.]

Byleth... Are you sure? [She's purring up a storm, so that seems to answer his question. He starts to undress until he's stripped down to a loose cotton tunic that provides some modesty -- but it occurs to him she probably doesn't want his sweaty travelling clothes in her bed, and she apparently doesn't care about modesty, either.

So he strips off all the way and joins her in the bed, hoping it's too dark for her to notice the way his cheeks are burning.]

Thanks for letting me stay. [He smiles as he settles in, brushing some of her hair aside to kiss her forehead. He'd thanked her enough across the evening that hopefully she understood that, but if not, hopefully the little gesture of affection would get the message across.]

[ The bed is comfortably soft, made with several layers of fur piled over heather and moss. It's not anything as fine or fancy as the beds in the royal palace, no feather pillows, no silk or satin, but it's good enough for what it is. Certainly it's good enough for her.

Once Khalid joins her under the covers, it's only a matter of moments before he's being wrapped up again, a wing sliding over and around as she curls up beside him with her face pressed against his shoulder. There's nothing overtly sexual about her touch, in spite of the fact that she's naked--she's just obviously loathe to be apart from the first person she's seen in a thousand years. She falls asleep quickly, too, her contented purr deepening into a steadier rumble as she dozes off.

If it wasn't already obvious that she trusts him completely after having known him for all of one day, this is certainly proof of that. A less scrupulous person could so easily take advantage of that innocent trust, but she's either unaware of that kind of danger or she feels secure in her belief that he won't harm her. Whether it's because she likes him in particular, or because she's so desperately lonely that she would eagerly embrace anyone who came to find her, it doesn't bode particularly well for her in the future.

The fire makes a jarring noise when one of the larger pieces of kindling cracks and causes the others to cave in, spitting out a burst of sparks as it settles back into its low burn. Byleth wakes with a soft mrrp, lifting her head to peer at it briefly and dismissing it just as quickly. Drowsy, she rearranges herself until she's comfortable again, this time splayed halfway across Khalid's chest. She doesn't drop off into sleep as she had earlier, though; instead, she simply rests, watching his face. ]

[Sleep comes a lot slower for Khalid, even as warm and comfortable as it is. His mind won't stop racing, he still feels a little flustered, he's thinking about the hunting knife he left in his belongings that he won't be able to reach easily from here, he's thinking about the inevitable future. She already trusts him so much, and all he can really reward her with is distrust, plotting to steal her secrets, and running away.

He really is the worst.

Maybe it's exhaustion from the long journey north, however, because he finally finds himself slipping off to sleep. The crack jolts him awake soon after, his wide eyes on the fire, and only when he realises nothing is amiss does he settle down again, though his heart is still pounding.]

Hey. [He says with a strained smile, noticing those pretty green eyes of hers are fixed on him.]

Hey.

[ She says the word back to him, and it's unclear if she understands because she's spent the day parsing his language or if she's just parroting his speech. Her eyes, like the rest of her, seem so human but not at the same time; occasionally her irises will flash in the dim light. She can see him a lot better than he can see her.

And while it should be obvious that she doesn't have any real concept of personal boundaries, it seems she's hesitating, considering something. She averts her eyes from him, her tail thumping a few times as her face and ears darken with a spreading blush. ]

Khalid...

[ Scooting up, her nose bumps his chin very delicately, a soft puff of air blowing down his throat. Then, she's nuzzling his cheek. There's a sweet, tentative feel to the interaction--even when her lips are a hair's breadth from his, it seems she's still sniffing him rather than trying to kiss him, inhaling the air directly from his lungs to memorize his scent. ]

[The blush, along with how close she gets to his face, has him convinced she could be trying to kiss him. But she doesn't, instead nuzzling against him and breathing him in. He doesn't dare to move, save for his heart hammering in his chest, until he tentatively asks:]

Um... And this means what, exactly...?

[He doubt she can explain no matter how many confused noises he makes at her, but he can't help it.

Tentatively, he puts an arm around her, reciprocating the wing around himself as best he can. A gesture to show he's fine with her closeness, despite his confusion.]

[ Even if she could understand the question, it's unlikely she could fully explain what she wants for the intensity of her desire. She wants him to stay with her, to remain until his scent permeates her space. She wants to be held and touched and told she is good and sweet and precious. She wants to know she won't be abandoned again.

When his arm slides around her, she shivers and sighs. She does kiss him this time, but it's a chaste press of her lips against his. It's been a long time since she was last kissed (a goodbye kiss from her mother), and she has so much pent-up affection that she has to keep herself from smothering him with it. She kisses his cheek next, then his jaw, finally settling at his throat where she resumes nuzzling. ]

[Khalid's surprised by the kiss at first, but his eyes soon slide closed to return it, and he reaches up to caress her hair. He may not have had a thousand years of isolation to lead to this, but he still feels starved of affection all the same, surrounded his entire life by people who despise him at best, who want him dead at worse. She accepts him, wants him close.

She wants him because... Well, maybe not for him, but because he was the first person fate dropped into her lap. That's fine, he supposes. He'll let her have this while she can.

He watches her through half-lidded eyes as she nuzzles him.]

You're really something else, Byleth.

[ She lifts her head when he speaks, and since he received it so well the first time, she ventures to kiss him again. This time, she lets it linger, and while her inexperience makes it a rather artless kiss, she makes up for it with enthusiasm. It's true that fate did drop him in her lap, but he's been sweet to her since he'd managed to overcome his fear upon their first meeting--enough to endear him to her. They've shared a meal, drank tea, gazed at the stars together. His eyes are a brilliant shade of green, reminding her of the people she's lost, as if they'd sent him to her somehow so she wouldn't be alone anymore. The crest in his blood sings to her, possibly without either of them realizing it.

Running primarily on instinct at this point, she licks his lips gingerly and kisses him yet again. She wants to be closer to him. Does he want that, too? She wishes she knew how to ask, but if he didn't enjoy it he was free to push her away--none of her movements thus far have been forceful or insistent. ]

[Khalid's at a loss without a clever mouth he can put to good use, but this is at least something not hindered by language barriers, and so her inexperience isn't something he minds at all. His lips part to deepen the kiss, his fingers twining into her hair. He still feels a twinge of guilt, but he knows he'll only feel even more guilty if he doesn't let her experience the warmth she wants so badly at all.

Once he breaks off the kiss, he presses their foreheads together, taking the time to breathe in her scent just as she had for him. He might not understand all her behaviour, but he can certainly try to imitate what's familiar to her, regardless.]

[ It pleases her inordinately when Khalid holds their faces together, inhaling her scent. He'll be able to find her again, this way, if he remembers how she smells. They share in more kisses, but soon she has to sit up and cast off the fur that covers them. It's much too warm, too restricting, but even when she fans her wings out to cool down it only does so much to help. Her pulse is still racing, her breath too quick.

She understands what she's feeling--she's touched herself before. She's been alone too long to have no knowledge of her own body and the pleasure she can give herself with her own hands, but she's never had anyone else there with her before. She's never had a mate of her own.

Byleth says Khalid's name again, but there's an underlying need in her voice this time that transcends language and culture. ]

[She's breathtaking, in a word, and for a moment when she sits up and fans her wings, he realises this sight will always be inscribed into his memory -- into his heart. It's enough to quell his constantly racing thoughts, to just settle on the thought that right now, this is all he wants.

He's not used to this, to just following his instincts like she does. Right now, though, it doesn't seem so bad.]

You're so beautiful, Byleth. [He murmurs, sitting up, running his hands along her scaled flanks.] If I could keep you forever...

[But she's no one's to keep, of course, as precious a find as she is. He plants kisses along her neck and collarbone, trailing down to her sternum.]

[ Khalid will find her scales are soft and smooth under his fingers, not like the armored hide of a wyvern’s back. Even the inhuman parts of her are warm and inviting, gleaming in the low fire light.

His lips against her skin are a new sensation to her, so different from the distant memories of the loving kisses of her parents. Everywhere he touches feels like a flame licking over her, but it’s a pleasant burn and she yearns for more. Her breath catches when he kisses down her chest, and she combs her fingers through his hair to pull him close.

Suffice to say, he isn’t the only one who won’t be able to forget this night.

As before, she seeks to close the distance between them, straddling his lap to perch on his knees so she can wrap her arms around him while her tail drapes down between his legs. With an affectionate whisper, she kisses the top of his head and sighs. ]

[If she'd wanted to cool down, this certainly won't help, but for his part he's enjoying how surprisingly warm and soft she is. He nuzzles against her skin like he'd seen her do against his cheek, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of her hand in his hair, before resuming his kisses. His hot mouth stops at her nipple, licking and teasing at the nub, while a hand reaches to grope at her breast.

He's sure if he oversteps at any point she'll tell him, even with the language barrier. Until then, he's more than happy to continue.]

[ Cooling down had been the initial goal, yes, but maybe it's better to burn. Maybe it's better to let him set a fire under her skin. Her wings still spread out behind her, but when he kisses and squeezes her breasts, she can feel the heat down even to the tip of her tail. It makes her moan, a soft and needy sound.

She wants to return the favor but she's unsure if he'll enjoy the same things she does, given their differences, but she lets one of her hands slide down to his chest, her blunt nails grazing down his skin to his own nipple. Is it sensitive like hers? She circles it with her fingertip, pinching lightly. ]

[Hearing her moan gives him a dull thrill of pleasure. He's not quite so sensitive as she is, but he still lets out a breath as she pinches his nipple. Meeting her gaze as she touches him, he moves his hands to her back, feeling where the smooth skin of her shoulderblades changes to the ridged scales of the base of her wings. He's still amazed a being like her can exist, a thought that he doesn't bother to hide from his expression as he gazes at her.]

[ He likes it, but not as much, it seems. There’s no way for her to ask him what he likes, either, so she resorts to experimentation. Her hands venture south, fingers trailing down along the muscles of his abdomen.

She knows from experience that the apex of her thighs is especially sensitive, and though Khalid is different from her, maybe that holds true for him as well. She’s seen animals mating over the years, and while some have extensive courtship rituals, there’s often very little preamble to the act itself—no lingering touches before or after.

Byleth doesn’t want it to be like that for them, though. Her hands are deliberate as she feels the planes of his muscles, the texture of his skin. She kisses him again, eager to please. When her fingers brush his cock, it’s a tentative thing. She watches his face for a reaction. ]

[He bites his lip in a stifled moan, and it takes a great deal of self-control not to buck into her touch. So perhaps his body is much more eager than he'd like to let on -- what of it? Even to surrender this level of control to her is more than he expected from someone as closed off as he is.]

Go on. [He whispers, closing his eyes and kissing the warm ridge of her collarbone.] Don't stop.

[It doesn't matter if she can understand him, so long as she can see or hear how he feels.]

[ She can't understand his words but she hardly needs to when his body speaks just as clearly. A little more confidently this time, she takes him in hand. She's still not experienced--that much is obvious--but what she lacks in practice she makes up for in her earnest, open desire. Her grip is a little too light, but better that than too hard with strength like hers.

Byleth's free hand doesn't stay free too long; she seeks her own pleasure as well, running her fingers over her slick folds. The sounds she makes are not entirely human, soft crooning whines and moans. She says his name, too, as if he hung the stars somehow.

As she grows more aroused, Khalid will undoubtedly feel the ambient temperature increase as heat rolls off her body like she's running a furnace in her ribs. Sweat beads on her skin, streaking down to drip onto his skin, or the fur beneath them. ]

OPEN POST: Claude von Riegan - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

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