6
Erryc
“Meaningless?”
Fawn twisted around fully in her place between Erryc’s legs, turning her knees onto the rug.
She had been as agitated tonight as he’d ever seen her, but the way her teeth gnashed down on that word, with true outrage in her eyes, he wondered how that was what had upset her the most.
Erryc’s mouth tightened on a frown, concern reaching his eyes as he realized she was facing him now, and though she had been naked this entire time, it felt somehow even more inopportune at this moment than others.
He tried, valiantly, not to look too much, even as his cock took interest. “You were drunk, you couldn’t have meant it–”
Again he couldn’t keep his attention from dipping to her breasts, hanging deliciously from her as she crawled towards him. Erryc moved to scoot backwards, but Fawn was faster, situating herself between his legs, sitting up on her heels so that she was nose to nose with him.
“Fawn,”
he breathed, something not unlike a whimper in his voice as he closed his eyes. The sight of her naked body so close to his was an exquisite torture. He suppressed a groan as the blood rushed to his cock. Between their bodies, it grew longer, thicker, as it hardened.
It seemed absurd that there was any blood left for his cheeks to flush a deep, vivid green.
For all of the times Erryc had thought he was taking liberties with their friendship, none seemed quite as inappropriate as the way his heart quickened with lust as she frowned at him.
She was always so quiet, so reserved, he had never imagined she could be stern and fiery. The thought of her taking him to task was oddly thrilling, and completely ill-suited to this moment.
The firelight flashed against her eyes as she demanded, in the angriest of murmurs, “How could it not have meant anything when I was telling you how important you are to me?”
“I–that– you didn’t say that!”
“How can I say it when everyone’s saying how much you and the baker’s girl so clearly deserve each other, and no one thinks we’re suited for each other–”
“What? No, Fawn. I don’t want her.”
He covered her hand with his, twining their fingers together, holding her palm against his chest.
“You are special to me. Every time I see your cheeks turn red, I wish it was for me, that I might raise your pulse like you raise mine,”
Erryc murmured, hoping she understood how much she meant to him. “Every time I come into this room, I check the corner for if you’re here. When you’re not, I watch the road for you to come by, and when you are here, I’m hiding behind the bar trying to think of anything at all to get you to talk to me.”
She shook her head, as if this was impossible for her to believe. The orange glow of the fire caught in the tears lining her lashes.
“That was what started all this. I just, it didn’t seem like the right moment, at the festival. You were drunk, we were still pretending. I wanted to wait for a moment that it could be real.”
Fawn gestured wildly and seethed in a hushed whisper, “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been waiting for me to tell you I’m in love with you? This whole time?”
Never in a hundred years did he think she’d say those words, or that it would be so maddeningly adorable from the way she didn’t seem capable of actually raising her voice.
“You are?”
he gasped, realizing exactly how much of an idiot he had been. At the festival, he thought perhaps she was merely playing along in their charade. He had thought he had simply seen what he wanted to see when she looked at him with stars in her eyes. And when she’d tried to palm him at the fountain…
It was all genuine.
Erryc, completely disappointed in himself, failed to hold back the possessive growl that erupted from him as a wave of need and hope and want sent his cock twitching. His breath ragged with need, large beads of pre-cum welled up on his tip from his dual slits, dripping down the length of his cock.
It bobbed, hard and needy between them. He saw her eyes dip towards it momentarily. “Can you stop that? I’m yelling at you!”
“You are whispering at me, at best.”
Fawn sat back on her heels with a look of disbelief, before she rubbed the heel of her hand against her eye. “How are we both this dense? Why couldn’t you say it first? You’re the one who actually knows how to say things to people!”
“I didn’t want you to just say yes because you always say yes to me–”
“But I would have said yes in a heartbeat,”
she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
Erryc couldn’t help but wince at his own foolishness, and laugh. Maybe they both would have kept misinterpreting each other forever if they hadn’t fallen in the river.
“Come here. I love you,”
he said, grinning, reaching towards her and cupping her cheek in his palm. “You can keep whisper-yelling at me if you want.”
Her eyes were as dark as the brown bear fur rug beneath her, and he loved the way they crinkled at the corners when she smiled. He lived for these moments where she truly lit up.
Fawn put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Erryc fell back on the ground with an arm around her, holding her tight, his cock trapped between them, her fire-warmed skin incredibly soft against him.
Her knees fell on either side of his torso, a hot, slick sensation dragging against the shaft of his cock as she straddled him. He saw the flicker of pleasure in her eyes as she felt it too, steadying herself with her hands on his chest.
Suddenly, every foolish thing he’d asked of her today had been worth it, even when she finally stopped on that damn bridge.
“I can’t believe you were waiting for me to say something first,”
she sighed, shaking her head.
She moved herself forward, rocking her hips against him. Erryc let out a hiss of breath as her wet cunt nestled against the leaking tip of his cock. There was pleasure in exploring her rosy, wet folds against him, and at the same time, low in his stomach, agony that it was not enough.
“I can’t believe you’d only kiss me if you thought it didn’t count,”
he returned, gritting his teeth against a moan.
Fawn leaned back to toss her still damp hair over her shoulders, the fire silhouetting her in gold and orange. “Pretending was your idea.”
Between their bodies, the flushed purple head of his cock peeked out from just under the crux of her legs. Her hand swept down his chest, her fingertips tracing his tip.
His brows knit together and he let out a slow, gravelly breath as each sweet, teasing motion made his whole body tense under the pleasure. Her thumb passed over one of his slits and his hips jerked, bouncing her a few inches into the air.
“I don’t know, I thought, maybe in another six months or a year we would look back on it and laugh. Maybe one day you’d say something about our little charade that would tell me if I had a chance with you or not.”
“A chance with me?”
she repeated with a giggle, as if that was so absurd. “Erryc, I have wanted you for years.”
Years. Gods, he’d been so dense.
Fawn sat up on her heels, her delicate fingers guiding his cock head to her entrance, parting her slick folds with it. She let out a little needy whine as his tip pressed into her, already a narrow fit. Fawn rocked her hips, trying to take in more of his cock than was probably wise. She was so different from him, he wasn’t sure how much she would be able to pleasurably take.
“Fawn, I’m not sure it’ll fit–”
Already she was spreading her legs as wide as she could just to accommodate the width of his torso. “It will. Just try.”
Erryc propped himself up on an elbow, cradling a massive hand under her bottom. He lifted his hips into hers again. She was teasing him in, an inch at a time, until there was surely barely room to breathe.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Now you know how the cork felt,”
she gasped, wincing through a smile.
“You’ve got this,”
the orc murmured, the words impossibly soft through his tusks. “There. That’s my girl.”
Her cheeks burned in the flush that reached her ears, her neck and shoulders. The firelight glinted through her hair, wreathing her in gold. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d been missing all the times he could have seen her like this.
The wet sounds of her cunt taking his cock to capacity as he tenderly thrust his hips into her were nearly enough to push him over the edge.
Each time it was answered by the slow drag of his tongue over one of her breasts, catching her nipple in his mouth for a hard suck.
“Erryc, oh, just like that,”
she whined, threaded her fingers through his hair and held him in place against her. He understood instantly, and held on for a long suck, flicking his tongue rapidly over the tight bud of flesh between exhales. She gasped, and soon he felt her core contract around him.
Her pleasure was evident, her body jerked, her core twitching around his cock. She gave a strangled gasp as her hands fisted in his hair, clinging to his shoulders. He sucked her nipple harder, spurring on her release.
Erryc couldn’t hold back, not when she was in his arms, soft and cozy, the smell of her hair, the sound of her cry as her warm cunt squeezed, tight and fluttery around him. He lost himself, groaning, rutting into her with reckless abandon. The sensation raked down his middle, his balls tightening as the current of his release took over.
His cock pulsed once, twice, hard, as he let out a deep throaty growl, answered with a brazen cry from Fawn. She moaned as each hot spurt of his seed filled her, again and again. Her hips bucked at the sensation, her knees drawing tight against his torso. His arms crushed her body to his until it was over.
Fawn melted down on top of him, sprawling out across his middle, still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You still owe me a favor, you know,”
she panted. “‘Anything in the world,’ you said.”
Erryc couldn’t help the dazed, lovelorn look that crossed his face as he gazed upon her.
“Name it,”
he laughed.
Erryc rolled her over to lay on the bearskin rug between him and the fire. Her thighs were a drippy mess as his softening cock eased out of her.
For a moment there was only the sound of their breath between them and the crackle of the fire over them, its heat enveloping them. By now it had grown, filling the room with dancing shadows.
“I want this. Every day. And a bite of whatever you’re eating for the rest of your life.”
“That’s two things. But I’ll allow it,”
he murmured, burying his face between the side of her neck and her shoulder. That was a bargain he thought he might be getting the better end of.
Fawn settled further against him, stifling a yawn in his hair. She drew a hand up and down his shoulder, tracing little circles against his skin until her breath deepened and slowed.
With wind howling outside, the logs on the fire were burning well, sleep was a terribly convincing argument to the warm, exhausted bodies inside.
Erryc woke first, blinking awake as a ray of light from the frosted windows poked him in the eye.
Somehow, during the night the bearskin rug had become more blanket than mattress, the pair of them curled up together in front of the fading embers of the logs.
Erryc pushed himself up on an elbow, careful not to disturb Fawn or detangle himself from her just yet. Her head rested on his forearm, likely the culprit of the prickly sensation in that hand.
How long had she been just within reach? How long had he been in his own way?
It didn’t matter now. They had all the time in the world left to make up for all the moments they’d missed out on waiting across the room from each other.
He couldn’t help but grin at nothing in particular when he realized the snow piled up along the window meant he had at least a few more hours with just her, before they had to worry about regular life. A slow, snowy morning with her sounded like the most perfect thing in the world right now.
Fawn yawned and stretched, rolling over in Erryc’s arms. She raised an eyebrow at the rug that was now more blanket than mattress, but shook off her concerns to press a kiss to Erryc’s mouth instead.
“Morning.”
“Morning yourself,”
he grinned back, without a care in the world that he looked like a lovelorn fool. And the way she stretched and settled in his arms, grinning blearily back, he hoped she didn’t either.
“Can I interest you in breakfast?”
“Always,”
she smiled, sitting up to kiss him. “I seem to recall you saying something about making the best hotcakes in the whole Chasm.”