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"I say, whence came this -hic!-simulacrum that standeth beside thee?
…I see falsely? But Y'shtola and Thancred, but moments ago, employed the selfsame doubling magick…
All right, then-hic!-keep thy secrets…”
Urianger was far too many cups deep. Deep enough that he actually couldn't remember if he was on his sixth or seventh cup.
He vaguely remembered asking the Warrior about the selfsame doubling magic that everyone seemed to be employing around him. If he had to guess another one of Thancred's jests that he found so very funny except now he had conned the Warrior of Light and Y’shtola into joining him with this great jest.
He also vaguely remembered the gathered Scions realising the time. There was still an imminent end of the world looming on the horizon and they were well into the night.
There was also a hazy memory of nearly falling out of his own chair while trying to stand up to assist the Warrior with her chair. A memory where Y'shtola and the Warrior were ultimately the ones to help steady Urianger properly on his feet.
One thing he remembered very clearly was the thrill of excitement when he realised that the Warrior herself was the one who was helping him navigate his way back to his chambers at the inn. Urianger could not recall in the slightest when they had bade Thancred and Y'shtola farewell.
Urianger also very clearly remembered noticing her boots as he trailed along behind her.
Her hand had found his first, soft warm fingers interlocking with his and helping to guide him through Old Sharlayan. Then his gaze had drunkenly fallen to her boots, a particular pair he had seen her in many times, and he had immediately known he was in trouble when he finally noticed them.
He wished he could see her in nothing except these boots.
His mind was enthralled by spirits as he let the Warrior continue to lead him down the winding moonlit paths of the city, back to the inn, back to his chambers.
Urianger's heart almost stopped entirely when they arrived at his personal chambers and she followed him in, helping him find his way to a plush armchair. Surely she was only coming in to make sure he was all right? It was not often that Urianger imbibed this much, to the point where he entirely lost count and had to be escorted to his chambers - by Hydaelyn’s Chosen One nonetheless. These weren’t the stories that made it into the pages of history books; how the Warrior of Light had once helped her inebriated colleague find his way home.
However, once the Warrior had shown up Urianger had continued in hopes that it would loosen his tongue and nerves. He would never admit it in a million years to Thancred but he admired the man's confidence with women, a confidence that Urianger could not find without liquid courage backing it up.
Urianger collapsed in the armchair, his head was spinning heavily as he looked up at the Warrior, who was smirking as she gazed down at him. A glass of water seemed to have been conjured out of thin air into her hands, she was gently helping him guide it to his lips.
"Drink, Urianger," she said softly as he greedily accepted the water. He drained it and carefully set it on the cramped side table already covered in books, parchments, and a candle. The Warrior had lit a few of the lamps in his chambers for him and was lighting the candle that also rested on the table next to him.
"…my sincerest gratitudes…" Urianger managed to mumble as he watched the wick flicker to life and the Warrior waved out a match.
The Warrior just smiled at him as she straightened up and looked around his room. Urianger suddenly felt very self conscious, he was brilliant beyond measure but organising things, tidying things, straightening piles of parchments, clearing away forgotten cups of tea, these were always the last things on his mind when he was researching the heavens and what messages they had for mankind.
"…and I offer mine sincerest apologies for the disarray," He added as he rested an elbow on the chair and struggled to keep his head up. Urianger brought his hand to his face and delicately cradled the bridge of his nose, his thumb and index finger forming a bridge of solace for his spinning head.
He finally managed to locate the Warrior in the room that was also still slowly spinning. She was standing by the fireplace tossing the burnt match into it. Something glittering caught her eye and she picked up a mask off the fire mantle. This finally made him raise his head to truly watch what she was doing.
"Verily, it exudes a captivating allure, does it not?" Urianger had said the words before he knew what he was doing as he watched her turn it over in her hands.
It was a masquerade mask he had seen in Ul'dah not long ago, he didn't know what had possessed him to buy it but he needed to own it.
The Warrior was looking down at the mask and turning it over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship. It was made of black satin and covered with black lace, adorned with dark ruby red rhinestones, a fringe hung around the bottom of it.
She looked over her shoulder at Urianger, a devilish grin spread across her face as she slowly raised it to her eyes, slowly put it on for him, the black ribbons whispering between her fingers as she reached behind her head and tied it snugly in place. Urianger's mouth went completely dry as he took in the sight of the Warrior in the mask he had dreamt of her wearing so many times.
"What do you think of it?" She asked Urianger, a mischievous smile played across her lips.
He was speechless.
The Warrior of Light would always leave Urianger speechless. No amount of metaphors, allusions, or eloquent expressions could ever sufficiently describe the Warrior of Light.
She crossed the room to where Urianger sat mesmerised in his armchair. She wedged a leg on either side of him, straddling him, she leaned forward dangerously close to his lips, close enough that he could kiss her if he wanted to, his lips parted slightly and his breath caught in his throat as he battled it out in his mind what he should do.
The Warrior gently kissed the end of his nose causing him to blink in drunken surprise, "Oh dear, Urianger, nothing to say?"
The Warrior leaned back and started to undo the clasps on his golden astrologian collar for him. She discarded it on the ground beside the chair and turned her attention back to his exposed neck, trailing feather light fingers down the side of it, "That must feel better." She commented as she continued to tickle the sensitive skin of his neck.
Urianger couldn't do anything other than sigh in agreement as she leaned forward and nipped at the bottom of an earlobe, letting her fingers trace to the tip of a sensitive ear sending thrilling shivers up and down his spine. Deft fingers found the golden shoulder plating next and quickly unlatched it, leaving the top of Urianger's chiton to pool around his waist.
"Pray tell," he panted out, "what dost thou-" he was cut off with another gasp as the Warrior palmed the obvious erection that was now straining hot and hard against his small clothes and through the thin fabric of his robes.
"My, my, Urianger…" She breathed as she leaned forward and let her lips brush along his jaw and back up to his ear, "…is this for me?"
Urianger groaned as the Warrior climbed off his lap, taking her warmth and the feeling of being mounted and dominated between strong thighs.
She slowly started to disrobe for him. He almost whimpered out loud in protest when she took her boots off first, unlacing her trousers next, finally undoing her shirt to reveal a black brassiere made of lace, he could see firm nipples straining against the fabric. She hooked thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them off next revealing a matching pair of panties made out of the same delicate black lace.
He spied her boots laying on the ground, "I beseech thee," he said, the spirits bravely spurring him on, "don thy - please I implore thee to don thy boots." He drunkenly stammered out.
The Warrior smirked as she sat down on his bed across the room from him and started to pull them back on. She looked up and watched Urianger's face as she started to slowly lace them back up, the wicked smirk still on her lips. Urianger's fingers dug into the arms of his overstuffed chair he was sitting in.
Urianger was completely transfixed as he watched the Warrior saunter across the room towards him. Her boot heels clicked quietly as she crossed the room, his heart hammering in time with her steps. He drank deeply of the vista that moved before him, savouring the visual feast that was the Warrior of Light.
The heavens had certainly never shown him that this was in his future.
Finally she stopped in front of him. She used one boot-clad foot to spread his legs apart, settling her foot on the seat of the chair, dangerously close to his cock, “I thought you told me you would never keep secrets from me ever again.” Stated the Warrior, confusion flooded Urianger’s face as he opened his mouth to protest, the Warrior cut him off, “I have seen you admire these boots many times, Urianger.”
Urianger closed his mouth and swallowed heavily and looked up into the Warrior’s face. She was right he could not lie to her. In fact he had promised never to lie to her again not so very long ago. Then again he didn’t have to say anything. It was plain on his face - and in other ways - that he liked her boots very much.
He slowly reached out to the Warrior, hoping his hands weren’t shaking too obviously, and ran both hands up her leg over cool, pebbled leather, he drunkenly surged forward, and started to kiss his way up the front of her leg. His lips had just barely made contact with the leather of her boot when she caught him by the forehead with one hand and pushed him back up, his body landing against the back of the armchair with a soft thump.
The Warrior climbed onto his lap once again, holding him in place with her legs, just barely brushing herself against his erection.
The Warrior leaned down and caught his lips. Urianger happily opened his mouth to her, savouring the taste of tart wine on her lips, letting her kiss him breathless, snaking a hand around to the back of his head while she tangled her fingers in his soft hair, pulling him into her.
"Thou hast stolen the very breath that sustains me," he managed to gasp out when she finally pulled away from his lips, his voice low and raspy. A voice he barely recognized as the Warrior started to kiss down the front column of his neck.
The Warrior raised her head and looked into his eyes, hers flashing wickedly behind the mask, she slowly dragged her nails down his chest, leaving bright red tracks on pale skin. Another groan fell from his lips.
"And what deeds of mine hath blessed me with thine attentions?" Whispered Urianger, his hands were still gripping the plush arms of his chair for dear life.
The Warrior didn’t answer. Urianger gasped audibly as the Warrior gathered his wrists up without any warning and pinned them above his head.
He looked up at The Warrior, her toned arms, her muscles flexing as she pushed his wrists into the plush velvet fabric of the chair above his head. She pressed her body up against Urianger’s, still gazing down at him in the mask, her lips still curled into a mischievous smirk. His cock could just barely feel the tantalising heat between her legs, just barely grazing against his now aching erection, and absolutely on purpose.
Urianger let his head heavily roll back, the wine swirling his thoughts, relaxing his limbs, loosening his tongue a little further.
“Thy presence bewitches and ensnares, for thou art an enchantress of ethereal allure.” He whispered as he watched her face.
The Warrior smiled and finally let her hips slide down and connected with his, rolling them forward into him, into the aching throb she had created between his legs, and trapping it between them. Urianger couldn’t stop his own hips from trying to respond to her, the Warrior continued to hold his hips down; she was deceivingly strong.
He also couldn't contain the groans that escaped his lips, or how loose his tongue had truly become; she was driving him insane with her teasing.
He looked up into her face in a daze, gazing into her eyes behind that damned mask, watching the rise and fall of her grinding against him, her hair spilling over her shoulders. He could feel the leather and lacing of her boots rubbing and pressing against his thighs through the thin material of his chiton, “Thou art a harlot,” he finally managed to choke out.
“What did you just say?” The Warrior stopped her slow riding of him and looked down at him with a wide grin on her face. She released one of his wrists and pinned it under the one still captive by her and reached down with her free hand. Urianger was trying to look away in embarrassment at what he had just let slip from his lips, she grabbed his chin and made him raise his eyes to her, “Tell me again, Urianger.”
“Thou art a harlot,” he repeated breathlessly for her.
He attempted to lean forward to try and kiss her but she simply laughed and pushed his head back into the plush chair again. She was grinning like the cat that had caught the canary; gazing down at her elezen man she had so effortlessly captured. She had a smug smile upon her face as she slowly resumed her riding against him, keeping his member in between them causing Urianger to groan and let his eyelids slide shut.
Urianger vaguely became aware that she had stopped grinding herself against him, he could feel a wet spot on the front of his chiton growing cold from being exposed to the cool air, causing him to shiver. The Warrior was leaning for something, reaching for something. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, she was holding the candle from the side table in her hands, the candle illuminating her face.
Urianger was mesmerized by the way the candlelight flickered on her face, the way the rhinestones caught the light of the candle. He would reverently attend a ministry of her love; stand vigil and worship her until the end of days if that’s what the Warrior of Light desired.
He watched as she took the candle in one hand and slowly tipped it over his chest.
He could have cried out and asked her to stop if he wanted to.
A thin stream of wax drizzled out of the candle and onto a collarbone, a mixture of pleasure and pain at the initial contact that caused him to hiss out loud as it trickled down to his clavicle to pool there before quickly cooling and hardening.
She finally released his wrists. Urianger’s hands immediately found her thighs, trailing down until his fingers brushed against the tops of her boots, playing with the laces as he let the Warrior do as she willed with him.
The Warrior carded her fingers through his hair at the crown of his head and pulled it back, exposing his neck to her once more. A long and low groan was pulled out of Urianger as another hot drizzle of wax spilled out of the candle and onto his neck, slowly coursing down the tendons to finally join the wax on his collarbone.
She leaned down and forced Urianger’s mouth open again, greedily pushing her tongue into his mouth, biting and tugging just enough on his bottom lip to make him cry out for mercy in one breath, and beg her for even more with the following breath.
Another stream of wax hit a pectoral muscle and trickled down his torso as she kissed him. Urianger cared not whether she meant to or briefly lost her balance with the candle while kissing him.
The Warrior guided his head to the back of the chair and finally released her fingers from his hair only to drag her nails down the front of a well toned chest again. Urianger cried out as she poured hot wax down his chest, tendrils of white wax joining the bright red marks left behind moments ago by her nails.
Urianger cursed under his breath in a tongue completely foreign to the Warrior causing her to smirk and laugh lowly, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “One might think you were enjoying this, Urianger.”
“I am wholly at thy disposal,” he managed to choke out as she poured even more wax onto his body, this time onto his torso and letting it run down his sides towards his back.
“Do you promise?” Asked the Warrior.
“Yes, whatever thy heart yearns for…” He whispered as he took her face in his hands, his fingers trembling slightly from the pain and excitement.
“Pray tell, what does your heart yearn for Urianger?” Asked the Warrior, her smirk growing wider, her eyes still sparkling behind the mask.
“My heart yearns for thee,” he finally whispered, he gently played with her hair and brushed it away from her face. The Warrior let him trail his fingers down her body, finger tips brushing over the tops of breasts, tracing down a beautifully soft and feminine yet toned body. He was just about to reach the waistband of her panties when without warning the Warrior poured another stream of wax down his chest, causing him to dig his fingers into her hips instead, letting her continue to drip wax wherever she wanted to drip it onto him.
“I thought so,” whispered the Warrior, she carefully balanced the candle on the arm of the chair and reached down in between them, her hands finding a painfully hard erection that was still leaking through thin layers of small clothes and robes. Urianger was desperately gasping for air as his hands scrambled to help her lift his robes and help expose his leaking erection to her. The wax started to crack and crumble on his body, pieces of it falling away as he rushed to get the rest of his robes and small clothes off.
There was no longer time or patience to fully disrobe the Warrior, she pushed the flimsy fabric of her panties aside and lined herself up with the head of Urianger’s cock, teasing him ever so briefly before letting herself fully slide down the entire length of him. Urianger’s chest was heaving now, his hands fumbled to find her hips, and help guide her down.
The Warrior finally cried out as she let every last inch of Urianger slowly fill her as she slid down the length of him, sinking onto his lap, holding him in, refusing to lift up again.
Urianger whimpered beneath her as he tried to roll his hips into hers, he looked up at her pleadingly, “Mercy…” he breathed out.
She relented with a satisfied smirk as she finally rose and freed his hips to connect with hers, so that he could immediately thrust into her, sheathing himself as deep as he could, relishing the hot silk glide, and tightness of her.
She let Urianger set a slower pace as he pulled sheer lacy fabric away from her breasts, letting him pull the fabric carefully aside with his teeth so that he could suck, lick, and explore. It had been an extremely long time since Urianger had coupled with anyone since - he stopped himself and dared not let his mind go there - the need to release was burning and building deep within and those thoughts weren’t going to help anything.
In one quick movement the Warrior climbed out of his lap. Urianger let his head fall back and groaned helplessly, “Please gods no…” he moaned. He was unbearably close.
The Warrior swung a knee up to the back of the chair, landing beside Urianger’s head. She accidentally kicked the candle off the arm of the chair, sending it rolling, leaving a wax trail behind it as it flickered out, and rolled away.
Urianger had the briefest of moments to grab her by the thighs and run his hands over the leather of her boots before she grabbed him by the back of the head, fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him forward, burying his face between her legs.
Urianger instinctively started to suck, gazing up at her with bright golden eyes; enthralled by the sight of her riding his face in his masquerade mask - nay, her masquerade mask.
It was meant for her.
The Warrior gasped loudly as she started to cum against his face, grinding into him.
She was everywhere; coating his lips and chin with her wetness, smeared everywhere - it was more intoxicating than all the wine in all of Old Sharlayan.
Urianger’s cock laid on his stomach aching and throbbing, desperate for any sort of attention. The Warrior smacked his hands away that were trying to reach down and take himself in his hand.
Urianger pulled his mouth away from her and looked up at her, “Please have mercy…” he mumbled once again as he bowed his head, and started gently kissing her inner thighs.
The Warrior climbed back down, briefly straddling him again, she raked her nails down his chest a final time, “Do you promise not to keep any more secrets from me, Urianger?”
“Gods, yes…” He hissed out.
The Warrior finally got down on her knees before Urianger and spread his legs. Urianger’s entire body jolted when she started dragging her tongue up the exposed underside of his cock. Urianger wasn’t sure how he had held on as long as he had when she finally took the head of him into her mouth. She slowly started the long sliding descent, her lips meeting the base, he could feel her gag slightly around him causing him to groan.
He couldn’t do anything except dig his fingers into the arms of the chair and lay his head back with his eyes screwed shut as she hollowed her cheeks and started to suck.
A burning tightness had slowly been building for Urianger and it finally snapped; white hot flooded every inch of him. He cried out with a ragged gasp as he finally found the release he desperately needed at this point, the Warrior sucking and swallowing until she had accepted everything he had to offer her.
The Warrior climbed to her feet and gently took Urianger by the hands, kissing him and forcing him to taste himself on her lips, forcing him to stand on wobbling drunk and shaky legs.
He cupped her face with both hands trying to steady himself, deepening the kiss, relishing the taste of both of them; the tart wine still lingering underneath it all.
She guided him to the bed and pulled him down onto the bed with her. Urianger gratefully collapsed onto the bed, his head spinning more than ever, his heart beating wildly. He was still in disbelief and shock at what had just happened.
The Warrior sat up and nudged Urianger in the side with a foot, he looked up at her, the mask still on, the Warrior still grinning mischievously at him, “I’m not done with you. Unlace them for me. Now.”
Urianger pushed himself up and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the leather of her boots again.
Golden eyes gazed up into hers that were still hiding behind that damned mask.
“I am but yours to command,” he mumbled into her leg.
He was more than pleased to obey.