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A knock on furina's door. Furina thought it's her delivery. Her delivery! The best feeling ever. Getting your packages.
Like the naive person she is. She opened the door. Not her package. But her lover. Goddammit Furina!
"Sir Neuvillette, what brings you here to my humble abode?"
She chuckles nervously. She has been ignoring him for months. Tho he gave her the vision. But still! She wants him to not get attached anymore! They might have been together for five hundred years. He claimed her. But still.. he might have been providing everything for her. Housing, clothing, food everything. Even the package she ordered. But... Why is he here.... His eyes look so hollow and pained. She can't let him get more attached. For him Furina will slowly move away. Just for him...
"Furina, can I come in?" Neuvillette'd voice was calm and relaxed. But his eyes. And the drizzle of rain. Is it the actual climate or him. Furina move aside. Letting him in. He got a bit wet. If it were the furina before that horrendous trial she would just comfort him. Touch him intimatly. But this furina wants him to forget about her. So she grabbed a towel to dry him off.
"Are you crying, Neuvillette?"
Neuvillette never felt this small before her. He was always big. Really big. No matter how vulnerable he was. He felt big. The rain would always hurt her more than Neuvillette. But this time it is breaking her. She wants closure. To set him free. She should've not let him claim her. It would've cost less pain. He is immortal. She is a mortal. A mere human. No longer the saviour of Fontaine.
She takes his silence as a yes. She has seen him shed actual tears a handful of times. By handful she means thrice. He always felt good and safe. But today. When she wants closure he feels addictive. His face is full of love and intimacy. Dont look at me like this, it breaks me.
"Furina."
Neuvillette stop. You will break her mask. She put a show on for years without breaking it. But this. She is not strong enough to hold this mask. Her mortality became a curse when she decided to take a long shower and thought about their relationship, that she is a mortal now. She will eventually lose to time. She is no longer 'Foçalors'.
"Wha- What is it that you wish for, Monsieur Neuvillette?"
"Furina."
Don't say her name like this. Please stop. Stop saying it with so much love, adoration and need. Please stop. She doesn't want him to suffer from a life long void of a potential dead lover. Potential. Furina is still his. He never felt this small. No matter how hurt he was.
Furina doesn't want to talk. She might slip up. Neuvillette sitting on a couch, looking so defeated. He also figured out. She will eventually die. Leaving him behind. Setting herself free. She gently dries his hair. He is shedding tears after a long. Most were in their early years. His hands wrapped around his waist, pulling her close. Resting his face on her chest.
Stop it... She wants to yell. But she can't. This is a different situation. Not their normal disagreement. Furina can't just push him away. When he looks so devastated. The realization of her mortality became more clear to him. She will die. His beautiful eyes filled with tears. The grasp on her is so much tighter than before. Like she would disappear. Like she would leave him behind.
"Monsieur Neuvillette, please stop holding me like this."
Neuvillette's voice sounded so weak and pained.
"F-Furina. Furina. Furina."
Raw with emotions. She wants to kiss those tears dry. She wants tell him to stop. That she will be with him till her last breath. But what ifs. They scare her.
Please stop it. His fingers gliding across her spine. Furina shakily wrapped her arms around him. Patting his head. The tears. Moving low. kissing the tears away. He is her crybaby. Who is a bit sensitive to stuff. The loneliness of this world. The salty taste of his tears.
"Monsieur Neuvillette, please tell me what hurts your feeling this badly?"
He never looked this vulnerable. She decided maybe... Maybe she should let him. She decided to sit on his lap. Still holding him close. Kissing his face, eyes, tears. She is only allowed see this side of him. She gave in.
A tender peck on his lips. Then she went for more.
One kiss
Two kisses
Three kisses
Five kisses
Eight kisses
She decided these pecks are not enough. His tears are still falling. He is breaking her. She decided go for a longer one. Deepening the kiss every passing second. Please stop crying. It hurts. Breaking the kiss. As she wanted for air. She forgot that she can't no longer hold her breath overwater for long.
His hands around his waist. She rests her forehead on his. Gods, she loves him.
"Furina."
"I am here."
"Furina"
"Yes. I am here."
"Furina."
"Tell me, your woes, all off them, monsieur Neuvillette."
"I love you, your love, your smile, your eyes, your lips."
"So unfair. So unfair monsieur Neuvillette. How dare you..."
How could he. How unfair. How cruel of him to do this. He never said this before. Why now. When she is trying to burn the bridges. She never needed hear the words. No one could handle the personality she had.
"I love you."
Suddenly Furina can't help but cry. How sweet, yet so cruel of him. Her heart is breaking into millions. She will leave this man, this person behind. He is 'human' to him. As much as he worships her like the god. It's blasphemy, treating her like a god. Worshiping her in the name of late Foçalors. Isn't his fault she did betrayed him.
"Monsieur Neuvillette.... Please. St-stop being to cruel to me."
Her lips quivered. Her eyes teared up. She doesn't want to cry. His hands gently rubbing her back. His face moved to the crook of her neck. Pressing soft kisses. Tenderness in their relationship was normal. Intimacy, tenderness, trust and adoration. Love feels like a joke. But hearing him say this makes her heart heavy. Her soul feels torn. Love is not what they have. They are soulmates, they are best friends, they family. They share something more than love.
"Furina, please, tell me your woes. Share your burdens with me."
Using her word against her. Furina cries. Softly. Her heart. His own tears. Is it her mortality that hurts him? Or her absence? She doesn't want to know. She wants to live a life. A normal life. With a family. But she messed up. Everyone knows she is the 'fake archon'. She can't live without that. But Fontaine is a safe. She fulfiled her promise. It was always so lonely with Neuvillette. With Neuvillette, her pains used to disappear. Even for a moment of intimacy and tenderness. Gods, she never cried for her pains during the 'play'.
Comfort. She feels better. Her heart still hurts. She would leave her love behind. She wants some more. She wants him. Making love to her. With her. As she is changed. She is mortal. A real mortal. A real human. A human. A human who will lose her life. A human who will lose to time. Gods. Neuvillette...
Their lips meet again. Furina asks for permission. Their tongues move in a soft intimate dance. She can't close her eyes. Usually furina gets really flushed or too overwhelmed. But seeing his face. His face. His beautiful face. His hands touching every inch of her. Her thighs, her back, her stomach, her arms, her chest. She finally breaks the kiss.
His mouth attacks her neck. The robe she was wearing. Untying in. It slowly falls of her soft smooth skin. Her blue night gown. It's perhaps the weather. Not his pains. Not always it's his tears that fall from the sky. Her soft skin glowing in the artificial light. Her body felt so much lovelier. He will take her body's purity everyday. To remember her. To know how she feels. To remember her till he, himself loses to the time. Her, her and her. Just her. Her mortality is his last concern.
He needs her. Her whole soul, her whole body, her life. He needs to be with her till her last breath. To remember her till her last. He slowly pulls her gown down. Her perfect, ethereal body. She makes home on his lap. His hands gently ghosting on her chest. A shudder. She became more reactive. Maybe she wasn't so human before. He thumbs her perked bud. Wanting it to last forever. His other hand lovingly caressing her waisting. Rubbing circles. His face on her neck. Kissing and nipping. Her soft sighs. Soft moans. Her voice.
Furina wants to go. But he is too damn addicting. She never could hold her need for him. She feels her whole shake from desire and pleasure. He was always like this to her. He can be gentle yet rough. But this is different. She feels weird. Her heart is jumping. Her mind feels blank. And it's just him nipping her neck and playing with her breast.
He lifts her up and places her beneath him. Completely stripping her from clothes. He is so unfair. So unfair. He can handle her like she is a toy. Throwing her around like nothing. His vulnerable eyes. He is so unfair. How could he look at her with such love, such adoration... Her tears again fall from her eyes.
She gasps when his hand brushed against her folds. Her face again flushed red. No matter how many times they do it. Her embarrassement never decreases. Furina closes her legs. Neuvillette eyes are making her squirm. He doesn't look like he would manhandle her today. Which means spreading her legs. He takes his gloves off. The coldness of him fingers meet her warm fold. Rubbing gently. Wetting them with her essence. Before gently pushing them in.
Was he always this cold? After being a human she became more self conscious of her surroundings. Like she becomes gloomy in rain, she gets tummy aches after eating too much sugar, cold stuff makes her a bit weird.
"Mhm, monsieur Neuvillette, it feels weird."
She was always the one to beg him to stop after she is overstimulated or actually wants him stop. Never saying how she felt. But Neuvillette knew her like his own mind. Or so he thought. His fingers gently move in her core. He can see his bulge. But he wants to feel her. She looks like she'd break. After her mortality Neuvillette can't be like that. Even holding her too roughly scares him.
"Shh. I got you Furina. Just feel me. And tell me. Tell me how you feel?"
His voice was deep and enchanting. She felt melting on it. His other hand pressing against her abdomen. As he switched between moving him fingers in her to rubbing her clit gently. He didn't stop. Furina's soft moans became needy. Maybe this didn't change. She is still his needy, demanding brat. Maybe not brat.
"Monsieur-"
"Drop the monsieur, furina."
"-Neuvillette I am close."
He chuckled. Knowing furina is not in a mood hear his demands. But who is to demand when she is the offering everything. He continues to fingers her. As her moans get more needy.
"Ngh... Mhm. Neuvillette- ah"
She rides her high. He softly with upmost care rubs her clit. Soothing the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Furina, are you ready? Do you wish to continue?"
Neuvillette panicked. Why is furina sobbing? Why that gut wrenching sound. Why does she look so pained.
"Stop treating me like this! I am still the Furina from before. I am not made of glass. Stop treating me so differently."
He leaned closer. Kissing her cheeks. It's partially his fault. That broken defeated face from that day. He should've held her.
"My dearest, it's our first time in months. And first time after you turned mortal. I want to feel how a mortal body feels. I want feel your body till I can't think of anything. I want to know your new body. I want feel every second of you. Please let me?"
Furina holds him. Close. Mumbling how cruel he is for making her so loved and appreciated. Complete. He grinds his bulge against her wetness. Then freeing it. He knows that human body needs lube. So the sex doesn't become painful and uncomfortable. But it's furina. Her body is used him.
Maybe a condom? Does she have fertility now? Because before she didn't... As far as he knows. But she could have lied about it too. He won't be able to trust like before. But she did for the people. He looks at her for answers. Can her body grow a child within it? He doesn't need to know. He would be delighted to have children with her.
He frees his hardness. Rubbing it gently on her folds. Making sure his whole length is covered in her juices. Before entering her walls. They still grip against him so well. Her face. Her face is red, puffy overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with love. He will never forgive himself for making her cry on the trial. Not comforting her.
His hips start to move. Slowly and carefully. Not wanting to hurt her. He will be lying to her. She looks fragile now that he knows she is a mortal. One hand on her hip. The other gently thumbing her clit. Her face. Her face is filled with love. Her pink, kissable lips parted in overwhelmed pleasure. Not only from the intimacy they are sharing but also from the affection. She knew how much he loves him. She never needed to ask.
Her breast move with each soft thrust. Her face is teary. Her eyes. Her body. She was always the shy type when she is not actually fucked out of her brains. This time, she is showing her purity. Which he took. He is proud that it he, who stood beside her. But not when she needed him. The past six months without this confrontation was pure hell.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. Wanting him deeper. So he goes deeper but the tenderness doesn't stop. He pulls her up. Face to face. Because leaning down will probably cause him back ache(he does have bones). Showering her face with kisses. He just realized. He never seen Furina cry in her own sadness and pain. Everytime was a tantrum or something else. Never for herself. Foçalors you truly are one cruel being for making his Furina suffer.
She is pressed against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Face buried on his chest. The soft, shallow thrusts sending waves of pleasure throw her spine. She lost count how many times she came. This feels like pure heaven. She can feel Neuvillette's pace getting erratic. A bit rougher. But still tame and hitting her spot. Like the past hour. Hitting that bundle of nerves. She wants to mark him too. So she bites him. Usually furina take anything he gives. Never returning the favor. That cause Neuvillette to lose it. Hitting her spot harshly painting her Insides with his seeds. As furina let out another soft moan. Whispering his name.
If she can have kids. He would love with her. Atleast when her mortal body gives up he would have something of her. Their foreheads touch.
A soft kiss
Another soft kiss
One more
Just the last kiss
The way she comforts him. Always. With intimacy and tender kisses. Furina melts on his chest. She is overwhelmed with this. He will remember even if won't last forever. He will be with her till she is old. Till her last breath.
He kissed her forehead. As they lie on the couch. He won't let her go this time. This time he will be with her. With her sadness, her pain.