Necun and Nickolas swept into the house with the grace of a drunk stumbling out of a chair. The tall orc had to duck to avoid a mask that was dangling from the ceiling above the doorway. Her father had clearly continued to rearrange the house in their absence.

Luckily she could hear him snoring in his workshop. The temptation was to put him to bed, but for the moment she lacked the energy to do anything but slump onto the small bed Nickolas had cleared for her. As she drifted on the edge of sleep her bond set down a cup of wine by her head. It smelled spiced, something unusual.

“Whatzit?” she gurgled.

“Some old jar we found while cleaning.” Nickolas explained. “Your father said he got it as thanks for a rushed costume. It smelled good.”

The Mage swirled the wine in his cup and took a sip.

“I think this is from the trade Queendoms actually.” he muttered. “The Orange Valley maybe. They always like to experiment with the vineyards. Either way it's good once you warm it up a bit.”

Nickolas's hand drifted down, runes glowing orange, and a waft of mist drifted from his cup.

Necun took a sip of her own cup, it nearly scalded her tongue, but the heat of it flowing down to her belly was incredible. It took a few heartbeats for the actual taste to hit. It lit her mouth up like she'd swallowed a live coal. The burning crept into every corner of her mouth until she thought she could feel it in her jaw. Beside her Nickolas's own face was contorting as he processed the extreme flavor of the concoction.

“Yep.” the Mage gasped out. “That's Orange Valley brew. Just let it wash over you it shouldn't last long.”

Necun suppressed her mild disappointment, this was the best tasting thing she'd had since that scaled critter Kella had caught and basted in fire roots.

She took another gulp.

Nickolas chuckled as she felt the second wave hit and shuddered.

“Glad you enjoy it.” he said quietly, positioning himself in a half seated position against some crates.

Necun took a moment to take in her bond. The outfit he had crafted with her father's help was beautiful to behold. As her mind brought itself back to full alertness she considered the tragedy of such a pretty garment being used on such an awful night. Though that was low on the list of tragedies that evening.

As her gaze crept back up to his face Necun saw that her bond's face had flushed.

“I know.” he purred. “It's such a pretty outfit isn't it? I might be able to wear it again once...once things have settled down.”

The Mage sighed dramatically.

“Whenever that is.” he muttered. “It seems trouble follows us everywhere. Or maybe lies in wait for us would be closer to the truth.”

Necun grunted back, sipping her wine again. The exhaustion was pushed back, yet she still felt in in her bones. This was a discussion for tomorrow.

“Still I can think of one more use for it.” Nickolas purred.

Glancing back up to ask him what that was, Necun saw Nickolas's bare shoulder revealed as he pulled down his collar.

“If you're up for it.” the Mage whispered.

Necun swallowed.

“If you're up for it?” she squeaked out, instantly cursing her nervousness.

She had taken him to bed already. They had been intimate for days. Yet still the idea of touching him, being with him, made her chest flutter like nothing else.

“It's been a long, long evening.” Nickolas said in a husky voice. “And yet.”

He reached forward, cupping Necun's cheek.

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“When I think about your hands on my body, I find I have that much more energy to give.” he said, eyes half lidded. “So assuming you're not too tired, why don't we relieve some stress?”

The Hunter shocked both herself and her bond when her hand whipped up to grab Nickolas by the throat. A gasp escaped his lips, and his cup clattered to the floor, spilling what remained of his wine. Both their breaths came up short, and Necun found herself standing over the golden haired Mage, staring into his wide eyes full of surprise.

Then, as the moment of shock passed, his eyes softened and he leaned into the touch. Her bond placed a soft hand over hers, running his fingers over her knuckles.

His breath hitched.

“Well?” he gasped, eyes flicking away.

Necun honestly wasn't sure what she was meant to follow this up with. She had been just as surprised as Nickolas that her first instinct was to grip her bond by the throat.

Still, now that she had permission from her lover to continue, she could see the advantages.

Moving forward as fast as she dared Necun pinned Nickolas against the crates behind him, his head hitting the wood with a soft thump as her fingers tightened as far as she dared.

Her reward was a soft gasp that ended in a moan as the Mage wiggled in her grip. With one hand pinning her lover down the Hunter was free to use her second to pull off his necklace, tossing the glittering ornament away. Her hand remained to trace the Mage's throat, exploring his neckline just below the light garment he wore. More shuddering resulted, and with each heartbeat Necun grew bolder.

While her hands were busy, she decided that Nickolas's lips had gone unkissed for too long. She took her time claiming his mouth, pecking at his lips playfully. Combined with the work of her hands she received more moans as a reward, until she suddenly escalated, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Nickolas's hands pressed against her chest, and for a heartbeat Necun thought she was being too rough. Then the Mage moaned into her mouth and his hands found the clasps in her armor, undoing them as fast as he could manage.

Necun's lust rose to new heights, her hand pulled at her lover's clothes. Taking a step back she allowed him to pull off her armor, only to respond in kind by taking her bond in hand, stripping away all the cloth he had above the waist. In the exchange both their braids came loose, sending their hair fluttering with movement.

The pair stood there a moment, both panting as they drank each other in.

“I'm going to pin you down.” Necun whispered. “Stroke your cock, and make you look at me when I take you.”

Her bond released a genuine whimper, his eyes reflecting her own lust.

It was too much, any restraint broke. Necun dragged her bond through the doorway by the arm just to push him down on the hardwood floor outside the guest room. It was the only place with enough room to screw her lover properly.

Nickolas's back hit the floor, Necun's hands were already stripping off his skirt. His manhood popped free, standing at attention for her. The lust redoubled as their panting grew harsher.

The temptation was to use her mouth, draw this out, but Necun wasn't feeling patient. Her pants were tossed to the side and she mounted him as fast as she dared. She kept her promise, pinning him by the throat, squeezing just slightly as she slid his cock into her folds. It pierced her deep, filling her wonderfully.

She needed more.

Nickolas was gasping beneath her, and she ran her hands down his chest, feeling the warmth of him as her hips started to rock. His member throbbed as she stroked him with her slit, growing faster and bolder with each motion. It was all she could do to stop herself from slamming down on him as hard as her aura demanded. She wasn't sure the floor would hold up to that kind of pounding.

Her lover's hands drifted up her stomach. They slipped under her shirt, and her breath caught as he traced her nipples. Then her golden haired lover pinched and twisted her sensitive buds, and her legs clenched hard as the shock went up her spine.

They both released half screaming groans as she pushed him even deeper.

The sensation blazing in her broke all decorum.

The orc focused on taking her lover as hard and deep as she could manage each time she dropped her hips. The world bled away, there was just him inside of her. Her hands pressing him to the floor, his hands on her body. Necun's blood was boiling with desire, rising like water overflowing a cup. About to flow over the edge. She never wanted him to stop stretching out her slit. Yet the end was approaching.

As she reached her limit the Hunter bent over, still slamming her hips down as fast as she could. She could feel herself shake each time their bodies met. She could feel the burning emptiness each time she pulled out. The spice of the wine mixed with the lust to make her blood smolder. More, she needed more, needed to drown in the pleasure of her golden haired bond plunging into her, filling her up.

Finally bending over far enough Necun claimed a kiss from her lover, shoving her tongue into his mouth as she claimed him in every way she could. His hips were bucking as he thrust deeper into her, his hands squeezed and grasped her body. They were two desperate people who knew nothing but lust and each other's bodies. Her hands loosened on Nickolas's throat, and the golden haired man released a gasping scream of pure desire.

It was too much, and Necun went over the edge. Her whole body locked up as she came, the pleasure so intense it blanked out her mind.

Time passed as her body shivered and twitched.

Overflowing sensations passed through her, Necun only managing scraps of through as she gasped for air.

When she could finally form a coherent thought the first sensation beyond her still ongoing orgasm was her bond kissing gently at the palm of her hand. The feeling of his lips gently pressing to her skin, so tender and careful, grounded her immediately. Her breathing steadied, and she unclenched her legs, which had tightened around Nickolas's hips.

Once released her lover gasped, shuddering himself, and Necun realized from the warm feeling blooming inside of her that her bond had cum inside of her. The thought made her smile, and she wiggled her hips a bit to feel her lover's cock move deep in her folds. She felt more shocks going up her body, and the pair both gasped, but it was a tolerable pleasure now.

Their bodies were soaked with sweat. Necun looked down at Nickolas, her lovely bond, and drank in his body.

His hair was spread out around him, framing his face perfectly. A red face, normally so controlled, was panting, eyes glazed with love and pleasure. His thin arms, sculpted like a perfect carving, lay on her thighs, his hands still grasping her hips gently. The delicate fingers danced on her skin each time she shifted. The lean muscles of his chest invited her to kiss down his body each time she saw them, and though she couldn't see it from the angle she knew his lovely hips were even more inviting for her mouth. For now they performed a more important duty, thrusting ever so slightly into her aching slit.

Necun leaned back, groaning again as she rested her hands on his thighs, squeezing ever so slightly so her lover knew how much she loved his legs.

On Necun went, her head buzzing with wine and lust as she luxuriated in the gentle post orgasm bliss of mating with her bond. All the stress, all the pain, all the worries floating away as she enjoyed this perfect moment with the man she loved.

The pair stayed panting on the hard floor until dawn broke.