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Adaman walked up the path leading to the settlement. His heart swelled as the blue tents came into view. He’s had to spend 3 weeks away from the camp, as his duties as leader sometimes obliged him, and he couldn’t wait to find back the comfort of his home. He was sure Irida was just as impatient to get back to her own settlement after they both had to take part in a meeting of various leaders of both Hisui and neighboring countries.
He waved at the night guard, elated to see a familiar face again. He informed him that there was no need to wake up the whole village right now, in the middle of the night. Better to let everyone get their sleep, tomorrow would be well enough for everyone to know their leader has returned. Adaman was also pretty exhausted, and didn’t wish for a crowd to form around him about now. All he wanted was to make it to his quarters and catch some hours of sleep before the start of a new day.
After wishing goodnight to the guard, he made it to the slightly bigger tent in the village with renewed vigor. You would be there. As the leader’s wife, you had to stay here to oversee clan matters while he was away. He realized 3 weeks wasn’t that long of a time apart, but it felt way too long to him.
He slipped inside his quarters, slowly sliding the door shut. He stood for a while, allowing his eyes to get used to the darkness as he took off his coat to simply throw it over a chair. Once he could see better, he made his way to the bed, where he could make the outline of your sleeping form. As once as he saw you, it’s like exhaustion left him. A shiver took his body and he felt a burst of love bubble in his chest. You were sleeping in one of his long undershirts, of course you were. Only know that he saw you did he realize just how much he had missed you. He slowly and silently undressed. He thought that he might be able to slip in your arms without waking you up, as he so wished to do so. There was nothing he missed more than to feel your arms around him, offering him a well needed occasion to let go and relax completely, feeling safe and loved. But another idea started to take form in his mind, one way less chaste than the first one. One that definitely wouldn’t allow him to sleep any time soon.
Adaman had an insane sex drive. That’s something you noticed even before you were officially married. You would often joke that his constant state of horniness would be the end of you, but you always answered his advances in kind, more than ready to match up with his stamina. In this instance, seeing you wearing only one of his shirts, after being away for what felt -to him at least- like an eternity, he wanted you. Badly.
Slowly, carefully, he climbed onto the bed. You didn’t even move, deep in sleep. That made him smile. You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, and this wouldn’t be the first time he’d wake you up like this. This was something that had already been discussed, and he knew you were into it. He would never allow himself to do this otherwise.
He lied down on his side right next to you, propping himself on his elbow. His free hand roamed your body, only a fleeting touch at first, just to assess the situation. The blanket was only covering your legs, and he pulled it off slowly, his eyes drawn to your naked legs. He huffed a little bit, shaking his head. To think he was exhausted only a few minutes prior, that he only wanted to go to sleep! Now he could feel his heart start to beat a bit faster, and the usual heat started to form in the pit of his belly. Only you could do this to him, he thought with a smile.
He scanned your face for any kind of reaction, but you were still fast asleep. Taking his chance, he carefully moved your legs, as your bundled up position made it hard for him to reach what he so desperately wanted to. You helped him without knowing, moving as well to a more preferred position, your legs slightly parted. Spurred on, his hand started to rub slightly between your legs. He could feel the form of your lips through the fabric, and his cock reacted accordingly. The heat spreading through his body made him slightly light-headed. He wanted so desperately to just pounce on you, like a starved man, but he knew better. He’d make you come to him slowly.
As if on cue, he felt a dampness starting to spread between your legs, as a soft sigh escaped your lips. He could see goosebumps start to cross the skin of your arms, and your legs moved a bit more. He continued to keep an eye on your face as he finally slipped his fingers inside your panties. He inhaled sharply and let out a shaky breath. The feeling of your warm, wet folds under his fingers were often enough to send him into a frenzy. He was an impatient and hot-headed man, and long foreplay had never been his strong point. Even less when he’s been away from you for 3 weeks.
He could feel a thin layer of sweat dampen the nape of his neck as his cock hardened a bit more. He slipped one finger inside of you, his thumb playing with your clit. He was fascinated by every little reaction of your body, and how your face started to tense up. Your thighs would occasionally quiver, and soft moans were now going past your lips. Slowly but surely, he guided you back to the conscious world, maneuvering your body with the mastery of a captain on his ship.
When your body shuddered and a bit of your fluid squirted on his fingers, he couldn’t help but look down, to marvel at his handiwork, your now very wet panties.
He was about to slid them down a little bit when your hand on his cheek surprised him. He looked back at your face to see your half open eyes gleam slightly in the darkness.
“My love,” you sighed, groggily. You came closer and kissed him, your hand now playing with his hair. He sighed in your mouth, relishing in your taste and the softness of your lips once again. At least for the first few seconds, before his desire took the best of him and he kissed you ravenously, his tongue inviting yours in a dance he would never tire of.
You happily joined him, moaning and quivering as he kept fingering you. You slightly lifted your thigh to help him, which only spurred him on. A few minutes went by where no words were needed, until finally you pushed slightly on his chest. He released your mouth and retrieved his hand, a boyish, mischievous smile on his lips. As usual, you were breathtaking, your eyes still half-lidded but beaming with love, your lips full and slightly parted as you caught your breath back.
You returned his smile, stroking his face. You missed him just as much.
“You smell of the sea,” you simply stated, lowering your hand to draw abstract shape across his bare chest. “I have missed you.”
“As did I, my heart.” He brought you close again, tugging at the shirt you were wearing to help you take it off. “My thoughts have never left you.”
You shivered and let him undress you. He himself undressed down to his underwear before coming to bed, and as he brought you close, you felt the bulge of his erection against your thigh.
“I assume this couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” you laughed, and the sound of your laughing went straight to his heart.
Amazingly enough, he managed to look bashful when he answered. “I wanted to sleep as soon as I came home, I swear. But then I saw you, and you were so beautiful, and I haven’t tasted you in so long.”
You giggled as he moved on top of you, peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbones.
“3 weeks isn’t that long, my love,” you teased him, stroking his hair.
“It is way too long,” he smiled, and there it was again. The carefree, boyish smile you loved so dearly. You wished he would always smile like this. You’ve seen him overburden himself, worrying for the future of his clan, and it always broke your heart. A few hours of lost sleep were a small price to pay to see him just like this : not the leader who always had to stand tall and strong, but a simple mischievous young man in love with his wife. And at the present, very horny.
You both got rid of the last pesky barriers of clothing. You barely had time to marvel as his body and the various scars covering his chest that he was back on you, and it was only a matter of seconds before he slipped inside you, with a shuddering moan that betrayed how badly he had missed you. You gasped, holding on to his shoulders, spreading your thighs a little bit more to allow a better access.
“Oh, my love, moon of my nights,” he moaned, burying his face in your neck. He pulled back slightly, only to thrust back in, sheathing himself even deeper inside your heat.
“Adaman, my heart, sun of my days,” you sighed in his ear, hooking your legs against his hips. You moved your hands to his back, caressing, encouraging, as your bodies locked together perfectly, like they belonged to eachother.
He smiled against your neck, then moved back to kiss you again. His thrusts started to fall into a steady rhythm, the muscles of his back rolling under your fingers. He placed one hand on your cheek and broke the kiss, leaning your foreheads together, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.
You held his gaze, your lips slightly parted, one of your hands buried in his hair. You didn’t speak, as no words were needed. The love you could see in his eyes was worth a thousand words anyway. You moved in unison with him, gasping as he brushed against sweet spots.
This went on for several minutes until he started to falter. At first you noticed how he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. Soon enough, other signals started appearing. The way his thighs trembled, how taunt and tense his body was. You knew this would go on until you gave him the go-ahead.
You gently placed your hands on his cheeks so he would look at you. When he opened his eyes, you saw how wild and desperate they were.
“You’re holding back,” you stated, matter-of-factly.
His gaze softened and he turned his head to plant a kiss on your palm. “Yes. I just…I’ve missed you.”
“It’s okay.” Your smile was warm and reassuring. “Just let go, my love. You know I can take it.”
His nostrils flared and he looked conflicted for a few seconds. Then he leaned back over you once again, taking one of your hands to lace your fingers together.
“You know me too well.” He breathed out before kissing you again. He looked at you once more to make sure.
Then he gave in.
He pounced back on you, kissing and nibbling on your neck as his trusts sped up. Harder, deeper, where he really wanted to go. You gasped and hooked your legs higher up his back, the nails of your free hand digging into the nape of his neck.
“T-that’s it,” you stuttered. “Give me all of you.”
And give he did. His rhythm became feral, desperate, born from a need as old as time. Your heat encompassing all of him made him light headed, intoxicated. He had to take all of you.
He moaned and groaned, repeating your name like a mantra as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent. Your own moans increased in volume, the tightness in your belly almost reaching a fever point.
“A-Adaman,” you gasped. “Oh, Almighty Sinnoh, more. Please, don’t stop.”
There was no way he could stop now, not when he was so far gone. He released your hand to grab your thigh, holding on to you, fingers almost bruising as he propped himself on his elbow to be able to look at your face. You were flushed, cheeks red, panting and gasping. Your own hands moved to grab his shoulders, hanging on to him like he was your lifesaver.
He was aching, reaching his limit. He could tell you were close too, with the way your body tensed and arched and how your face was locked in pure bliss. The squelching sounds coming from your perfect pussy, the amount of fluid you were squirting on him as he thrust hard into you, it all drove him completely crazy for you.
You were perfect, and you were his. That thought alone made him shiver and his hips faltered once more, slowing down enough for your arching back to fall back on the bed. You were panting, shaking all over and limp beneath him, and when he stroked your face lovingly, you looked at him with unfocused eyes.
“I am giving you a child tonight,” he stated. This wasn’t a question.
You laughed, riding high on pleasure. Your fingers danced along his chest.
“Do it,” you answered, almost daringly.
He joined you in breathless laughter, before resuming his thrusts. He kissed you hard enough to bruise as his hips slammed against you again and again. You moaned in his mouth, your toes curling as his cock reached as deep inside of you as he could go. It didn’t take long for your back to arch again, and for you to throw your head back, strangled moans going past your gritted teeth.
Feeling your contractions around him was the final nail in Adaman’s coffin. He slammed inside you a few more times, pushing the both of you past your limit as he spilled inside you, gasping and moaning your name breathlessly. He panted hard, as if he was on the verge of drowning and finally made it to the surface for some well needed air.
The proper pounding he gave you left your pussy so hypersensitive it was almost sore, and you quivered as he came deep inside you. Your own orgasm left you boneless under him, and you felt like you wouldn’t be able to move anytime soon.
It’s only when he fell back on top of you, equally boneless, that you smiled and caressed his hair with one trembling hand.
“You’re right,” you finally said. “3 weeks was way too long to spend away from you.”
He peppered lazy kisses on your neck. “We will have to catch up on lost time.”
He finally regained enough strength to pull out and moved from on top of you, collapsing at your side. He lifted a bandaged hand to his damp forehead, a blissful smile across his face.
“Almighty Sinnoh,” he sighed. “You’re driving me as mad as the first day I made you mine.”
You chuckled in answer. “I try my best. Even though it looks like I don’t even have to try, since I can’t even sleep without you pouncing on me like a starved luxray.”
Laughter bubbled in both of you once more as he brought you close again to steal a few more kisses. “But you don’t mind this kind of awakening, right?”
“If I did, you’d have taken my shoe right in your face and I would have sent you sleeping in the woods, hoping that a bunch of murkrow would use your hair as a nest.” You ruffled his hair lovingly to make your point.
You jested playfully a little more until he could feel exhaustion take over him. The both of you didn’t even bother getting dressed back up, and as you snuggled close to him and closed your eyes, he caressed your hair, smiling softly. Before he drifted into sleep, at least for a couple hours, one last thought crossed his mind.
Now he was truly home.