A Man Of No Consequence (Ardyn x Reader)

In The Lap Of The Gods, Revisited

"You don't seem to know..." he starts, stopping mid sentence, bringing his lips against the back of your labia. His tongue slides in between your legs, making you moan instantly.

"What?" you gasp, pushing yourself against his warm mouth. "Know what?"

"The power you hold over me," he replies, pushing his tongue against you once more, massaging you from behind. You're more than ready to have him, your body betraying you, as you know he knows the state of your arousal.

"You dirty little thing," he smirks, lifting himself up.

With one smooth move, he spins you around and pushes you against the window.

You hear him open his trousers, yet you both remain clothed while he readies himself, taking the position between your legs, pulling your hips closer to the edge, and to him.

He enters you and your eyes widen as you're reminded of his generous size. The first thrust is slow, gradually pushing deeper and splitting you open as you relax to let him all the way in. You stare at him with intense need, and his eyes gaze back at you with burning intention.

He pulls out, and enters you again with a powerful thrust, pulling out and shoving himself into you again, almost painfully hard. Your need for this man is unreal. You gasp for air with every move, your eyes locked as he shows you who's in control. The cool window pressing against your back, you hear people pass by on the street, but don't want to stop what you've started. His pace grows faster, every move more asserting, firm and deep, as he keeps his gaze on you, wanting to see your face as he possesses you.

The familiar heat builds up again inside your body, the burning becoming more glaring, as you push yourself against him as hard as you can.

"I'm burning," you sigh, looking at him for an explanation.

"Let the fire in," he urges you, pushing his lips against yours, fucking you almost unbearably hard, making your whole being tremble at the sensation.

Feeling an agonizing mixture of pleasure and pain, you look around. The supernatural fire is back, the flames growing higher, engulfing everything, swallowing the room and the two of you in the inferno.

You wrap yourself around his body, as tight as you can, as he angrily pushes deep inside you, the fire burning in your loins, finally combusting and erupting, making everything in your field of vision turn to a blurry, burning blend of orange and white. Your body burning to ash, diminishing, disappearing, until there is nothing left but darkness.

Darkness.

Cool, soft, pleasant darkness.

You feel your breath return to your body. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Ardyn pushed against you, his face buried in your neck, still, silent, waiting.

A strange, overwhelming sensation of calm and serenity spreads all over you, the same feeling you experienced in the hotel back in Lestallum. Everything seems to be slow motion, every visual detail in the room stands out, every movement seems to take forever, yet feels completely effortless.

Ardyn pulls back, slowly, looking at you with a gentle, pained expression. He falls on his knees in front of you, staring up at you as if asking for mercy. You bring your hand to his cheek.

"My angel..." he whispers. You smile at him, finding his sadness perplexing. Everything feels good, pleasant. Serene.

"It's so inconvenient that you found me now," he continues, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Why?" you brush his cheek, brush his hair.

"Are you not aware of what the Oracle must do?" he continues, avoiding your gaze.

"Yes," you nod, "To commune with the gods... to inspire her king."

"And how will she do that?"

You pause, trying to think of an answer. Laughing, you reply without worrying too much.

"I don't know that yet. I will figure it out."

He lifts his gaze, still looking pained, studying your face.

"Do you not know what awaits me? What I've longed for, for eternity..."

You shake your head, still brushing his cheek, loving the moment of tenderness he's allowing you.

"And the same fate must befall the Oracle," he concludes, turning away, gently taking your hand and pushing it back in your lap.

"It's okay," you reassure him. "I don't want to be purged. I want to see where this path will take me." In the blissful afterglow of the moment, you can't begin to grasp why he seems so troubled.

Getting up, he lifts you down from the window ledge, gently placing you on your feet. For a moment, you stand there facing each other, both looking down at the floor. Getting drowsy, you feel sleep washing over you, demanding you to lay down for the night. You fall forward, your head resting against his chest, and closing your eyes, you breathe in his scent. Feeling him lift you up in his arms, before your body touches the soft bed, you've already given in to deep sleep.