Wayfinding | Aaravos x Reader |

CHAPTER 44

Without his regal garbs, without his arms folded behind his back - the High Mage looked like any other man. Just as simple. Just as tentative. And just as avid to please his future wife. Plus, although he often behaved like sex was beneath him, Viren appeared inflamed to be there - like that - with you. That's why you didn't think twice when it came to reaching for the strings of his trousers. However, just as your fingers tugged at the threads, the male snatched your wrist. You froze like an elk cornered by ravenous wolves.

"None of that. Not now." He said, sinking to his knees - an act that seemed absolutely outrageous for a person of such power and status.

"What are you-" you bellowed in sheer panic, grabbing him by the arms to prevent his joints from meeting the ground. Yet, the man brushed off your grasp, adamant to have his way with you. Your thoughts, which ran a mile a minute, could not make sense of what was going on. At least, not until Viren guided your spine to the mattress with his palm against your sternum.

At one point, you imagined your senses were warped. That what you were experiencing was not real. After all, this man was incapable of having honest love for anything other than his own pride. How could you have possibly wooed him? What miracle came about that convinced him to dismiss his ego and, instead, scatter the inside of your thighs with the faint traces of his lips?

It all seemed ludicrous.

But it was happening.

The noble swallowed your poisonous lie, let the resultant insecurity fester in his chest, and came through with a solution that you didn't realize you needed until that very moment.

Even still, your mind was brimming with denial. "My love, are you sure about th-"

Your sentence was cut-short by your gasp and the tongue that swept between the folds of your heat. It was the slightest caress, yet you spiraled into a state of euphoria. Unfortunately though, despite your anticipation and temporary confidence in the man, your nirvana faded as swiftly as it manifested.

Out of curiosity, you peeked over your torso to see why you had gradually become insensitive towards the noble's touches. Viren looked like he was doing the right thing. His arm was linked under your left thigh. Two thirds of his face was far beyond sight. And for a fleeting moment, when the two of you locked eyes, he raised his chin and grinned so timidly he looked pitiful.

Even still, there was no excitement to be found. So, you laid back down and visualized a clock to count down the seconds till the meager service was over. But then, out of the blue, the Lord had a change of course. It left you yelping a sharp, "Eek!"

You didn't understand how or why the man thought the sound that left you was from anything other than agony. You even writhed and stiffened in discomfort. But, the man kept at it - even more passionate than before. After a few courteous minutes had passed, you thought to kick him off and curse him for the unpleasant, throbbing ache in your loins - but good dragons, you didn't have the heart to do it.

After all, he was trying.

You had to appreciate that much.

Regardless of your fib, he stooped to a low that you doubt he'd go for any other.

However, there was no denying it. Viren's incompetence seemed to outweigh the sincerity behind his efforts. Which was sad because you knew he wanted nothing more than to feel close to you again. But, despite the Lord's avant-garde wisdom, it was apparent he knew very little about women's anatomy. You assumed he was merely out of practice, but the male probed and prodded his fingers and tongue in places that were not meant to be treated with such callousness.