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The darkness that reigned in the dusty warehouse of Griffon Wing Keep was Farie's only ally – for the silence within could easily betray her insidious intentions. Fortunately, Rylen was apparently so focused on studying the Orders and Supplies book, that he did not hear the whisper of her feet, as she snuck up on him and stealthily wrapped her arms around his waist.
He jerked at the unexpected touch, his hands reflexively catching her wrists. His warrior instincts were sharp, always ready to defend from an unexpected attack. At last, his mind caught up with his body, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as she planted a quick kiss between his shoulder blades.
"So it's that easy to sneak up on me. You could slit my throat like it's nothing," he murmured. He released her wrists from his iron grip, only to clasp his palms over her hands a moment later, his thumbs drawing slow circles across her skin.
"I'm not planning to murder you today," she assured him, taking a deep breath of his familiar, enticing scent.
Rylen turned abruptly in her arms and sat on the edge of the table. He hoisted her up, forcing her to straddle his lap, and her knees came to rest on either side of his hips.
"Beautiful. And deadly. What have I done tae deserve such a curse?" he tilted his head, brushing the loose white strands from her forehead.
Smiling brightly, Farie cupped his face to plant soft kisses on his temples, his nose, his tattooed chin. "I've decided I've missed you," her fingers stroked his scarred cheeks as she finally claimed his lips.
Their daily duties often kept them apart. It was difficult to carve out a few stolen hours alone during the day, or wait for a quiet evening that could be entirely theirs without interruption. Still, it did not matter how long since they had seen each other; her heart longed for his closeness and tenderness, while her body yearned constantly for his touch.
"There's not a second of the day when I don't think about you, m'eun," he grinned at her and leaned in to capture her lips once more with his. Farie sighed happily into his mouth as she felt his hands slowly caress her back, before they moved to her bottom for a cheeky squeeze. She nibbled lightly on Rylen's lip to show him that she was not intimidated by his bold taunts.
At that moment, she could have sworn she felt blood rushing faster through Rylen's veins. He pressed her harder into him, kissing her with renewed vigour. Her hips, in turn, began shamelessly grinding against him; she could already feel him getting hard. Her nipples, pressed close to Rylen’s solid chest, rubbed delightfully against the fabric of her shirt, slowly building a warm feeling of surging pleasure within her.
Her initial aim had been to excite Rylen slightly, to tease him and leave him with a promise of another passionate night together. Farie soon realised that she had walked right into her own trap. The touch of Rylen's hands, and the taste of his lips soon had her own excitement taking over her body. It was all too late to back out. She grabbed the fabric of his shirt and efficiently pulled it out of his trousers with a single, solid tug. Her hands immediately found their way underneath, which clearly increased his enthusiasm. His chest vibrated with a stifled growl, his fingers digging into her hips, pressing her crotch even harder against the rock hard bulge in his trousers. Farie’s palm stroked the soft hair on his stomach and followed the lines of his sculpted muscles. In her thoughts she was already naked in his bed, trailing the same path with her keen lips.
Rylen abruptly stood up, easily lifting her up as well. The sudden shift interrupted her lewd visions, as he set her down on her feet. He turned her back to him, pulling her snugly against his broad frame. Farie’s hand reached up to comb through his dark waves, drawing a satisfied murmur from him.
He pulled the fabric of her shirt down to expose her shoulder and planted a hot kiss on the bare skin. Her head lolled to the side as she sighed approvingly. “Ye really missed me, aye?” he whispered into her skin. “How much?”
“Very much…”
“Want me to show you how much I missed you?” He opened the neckline of her shirt even wider, completely baring one of her breasts so that he could easily brush his fingers across the pert nipple.
Yes. That's what she wanted to say, but an eager moan was all that passed her lips.
Before Farie could think, Rylen was pushing her firmly against the shelves that lined the warehouse wall. They spilled over with rolls of cloth, dried herbs, bundles of nails, and other assorted goods that had been gathered here to keep Griffon Wing Keep operating. Another row of shelves kept them hidden from the entrance, but Farie's heart raced unbelievably fast, imagining what he planned to do to her, and in this place that was so easily accessible to anyone. She had to admit that the thought was surprisingly exciting.
His lips and tongue boldly traversed the skin on the nape of her neck, as his hands unceremoniously reached for the strings that tied the front of her pants. She couldn't help but grind her bottom against the hardness she could feel growing in his breeches.
As soon as Rylen managed to loosen the fastening, his rough hand pushed inside, immediately finding her clit, which was already swollen with desire. She moaned and spread her legs wider, her palms gripping the metal bars that ran between shelves. His fingers began to pet her, not slowly and gently as usual, but pressing hard against her sensitive bud and immediately setting her nerves on fire.
“So wet for me…,” he murmured. “Or maybe you were already dripping before you even came in here.”
Rylen's other hand impatiently undid his own trousers, his erect cock springing free. Unable to hold back, he pulled her pants down and thrust into her with a low groan.
An unrestrained cry escaped her lungs, Farie's entire body pierced by the intense sensation. Insatiable, Rylen pulled her shirt up so that he could fondle her breast freely and pinch her stiff nipple, rolling it skilfully between his fingertips, creating another swelling point of pleasure in her. His fingers on her clit kept a steady, fast pace, pressing just right against her nerves, and when his warm cock began to move rapidly inside her, she couldn't stop a stream of Dalish curses from escaping her mouth.
Suddenly the door to the warehouse opened, letting in a pillar of light that could be seen on the opposite wall. Rylen's hand immediately left Farie's breast and clamped over her mouth, as he barely managed to hold back his own ragged breaths.
“Hey mate, I think this is the crate the Knight Captain was talking about!”
She could hear the soldier move around the room and a second set of footsteps joined him soon enough.
“Damn, I hope it's not as heavy as it looks.”
“Come on, we better get it to the smithy before we have to scrape the varghests' shit off the walls again,” the other voice chuckled.
Farie's chest heaved in panicked breaths, her cunt stretched around Rylen's engorged cock that was still lodged inside her. Rylen had ceased thrusting, only his fingers were persistently circling her clit, making it almost impossible for her to stay still and quiet. He knew perfectly well what he was doing, continuing to caress her like that in the presence of unaware intruders. She trembled in his arms, torn between the fear of being caught and the pulsing pleasure that was slowly but surely growing between her legs. If she came now, Rylen's hand on her mouth might not have been enough to guarantee their safety.
From behind the row of shelves came the sound of a heavy object being moved across the floor and lifted, accompanied by the soldiers' effortful grumbling. Farie clenched her eyelids shut, cursing in her mind the absolute madness that had taken over Rylen and made him put them both at risk. Try as she might, her whole being was focused on the throbbing point of delight he was so diligently working on between her legs. When the movement in the warehouse stopped and the doors closed, Rylen immediately began fucking her anew.
“My bird… My good girl,” he whispered against her ear before running his tongue along its sensitive edge. His hand remained over her mouth for a moment, before he removed it, allowing her to speak again.
“Fuck you, Rylen” she rasped but turned her face towards him so that he could close his lips over hers and slide his tongue between her teeth.
“Dinnae whine, lass. Now ye ken why I need you to come for me real quick,” he croaked as they broke the indecently wet kiss. His accent became rough as he spoke through clenched teeth, not able to hide his own growing arousal.
“Make me,” she snapped back at him, but couldn't help the pleading tone in her words.
“As you wish,” he panted.
His thrusts quickened, the delightful friction against her inner walls sending hot shivers through her body. Rylen no longer pretended to be in control, his ragged breathing turning into loud gasps. The wet sounds of his cock sliding through her dripping entrance and the loud slaps of flesh against flesh filled the room. If anyone wandered into the dark warehouse again, they wouldn't need to see anything to understand that someone was having wild, passionate sex in it.
Rylen's hand had already returned to her sensitive breasts, and as the first waves of her climax coursed through Farie's body, he tightened his grip on her flesh. His cock continued to penetrate her, pressing into her up to the hilt, the tip repeatedly hitting the most sensitive point of her insides. She abandoned all thought of propriety, letting loud moans escape her with each thrust.
What was left of Rylen's self-control disappeared as the first contractions of her walls made her pulse around his shaft. His fingers on her clit took on an unbridled pace, his hips bucking so fast and hard that he almost slammed Farie's body into the wooden shelves.
“Fuck. Fuck me. You feel so good,” he managed to gasp before a loud groan escaped his throat and his hot seed filled her insides. Farie’s voice refused to obey, her mouth falling wide open in a silent scream. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably; only her hands clenched around the metal bars and Rylen's arm wrapped around her waist kept her from falling to the floor. He slowly pulled out of her and Farie felt a hot stream of his thick cum run down her thigh.
“Hmm, yer quite a mess now, m’eun,” Rylen leaned in to whisper into her ear, his palm stroking the curve of her bare asscheek.
“Wonder whose fault that is,” she managed to retort between panting breaths.
“Should have thought of that before you came in here and started grinding against my cock,” he chuckled.
“Next time I'll remember you're a filthy animal with no self-control,” she snorted.
“Next time, you say,” he murmured. “Well, it seems you did like it in the end.”
“Don't flatter yourself too much,” she straightened and pulled up her pants, thinking of all the washing and cleaning she'd soon have to do. The rustle of fabric behind her back indicated that Rylen was also fixing his garments.
“Aye, I dinnae have to. It's enough that I felt your sweet pussy milking me dry at the mere thought of someone catching us here.”
Farie's cheeks burned hot. It was possible that she had just learned something new about her desires. Re-plaiting her completely disheveled braid, she gave herself a moment longer to calm her frantic heartbeat.
Finally she turned back to him and Rylen gently pulled her into his arms. The delicate kiss he planted on her lips seemed to soften the harshness of the dirty exchange between them. He had just roughly fucked her senseless, but everything was balanced by the tenderness of his touch and the gentleness of his gaze as they finally broke apart.
“I bloody adore you, lass” he tucked a loose strand of white hair behind her ear. “Ye make me crazy in the best way.”
A pleasant warmth filled her chest and she gave him a cheeky smile. “I'm not complaining either.”
Rylen laughed heartily before giving her another quick peck on the forehead and releasing her from his embrace.
As Farie left the warehouse she could only hope that the evidence of their passionate moments together were not written all over her flushed face and in her shaky steps.