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As she slowly began to regain consciousness, the first thing that Lusi noticed before she even opened her eyes was the high quality of whatever it was that she laid upon—a bed if she had to surmise a guess. Never in her life had she experienced such comfort, though her stays at House Fortemps had claimed top spot until this moment.
Where was she? What happened?
With a groan, Lusi opened her eyes and sat up, bringing a hand to her head as she winced from the throbbing in her head made itself known. She remembered G’raha being the last thing she saw, and before that—
—Zenos!
“Ah, you awaken,” Zenos started, as if summoned by her thoughts alone, and Lusi wondered how long he had been sitting at her bedside, watching her sleep, “It appears I may have struck you a touch too hard, but if that was all it took to fell you, you wouldn’t be here.”
You’d have been six feet under long ago, like all the others who were unworthy of my attention, was the unspoken thought, but Zeno knew that Lusi knew him well enough that it didn’t need to be said.
A part of her had the sinking feeling she was going to wish she were dead ere long.
Now hyper-aware of her surroundings with Zenos in her vicinity, Lusi pulled the bed covers up to her chest where they had fallen to her lap when she sat up, partly from the chill of the room and partly in modesty, attempting to ignore the very glaring fact that she was not wearing the same clothes she knew she was brought here in. Did he undress her?
Her eyes roamed the rest of Zenos’ room, pointedly ignoring him where he sat, noting how minimally furnished and unlived in it seemed to be. With how rarely as of late it was that she was even in her own room in the Rising Stones, Lusi was in no place to judge him for that, and to be honest she wasn’t—it was more how impersonalized it was. There was nothing here that showed off his personality, his likes, his interests.
Nothing but her, in his bed, wearing garments he had chosen.
Lusi’s breath caught in her throat at the notion, and she slowly returned her gaze to finally land on him, also not in the armour she had last seen him in but in plain clothes, her ears twitching as a scent of something caught her nose, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Compared to everything else she had to deal with, the smell of his room was the least of her worries, so she tabled that for later.
“What am I doing here?”
In the past, Zenos usually left her to lick her wounds until they met again. Even if all he wanted a change of arena so that they weren’t interrupted again while they fought, then there was no need for all of this; he could have merely tossed her on the ground and waited for her to awaken so that they could start anew.
What did he want?
“It pleases me to have your undivided attention once again. After so long apart, do we not owe that to one another, my friend?” Zenos uttered the endearing words as if they mocked him, like they were no longer enough to define what he believed they were and should be. He crossed his legs as he sat back in his chair. “I had thought that our transcendent moments on the battlefield were sufficient to hearken you to me, but it was so easily wrestled away by that Miqo’te. What did you call him—'Raha’?”
Lusi violently bristled at G’raha’s name passing through Zenos’ lips, her tail coming out from under the covers to stand tall and rigid. “Don’t you ever say his name again,” Lusi hissed, defending her lover while he was not here to do it himself. To say a Seeker’s first name without the tribal prefix was a special honour, and Zenos had no right.
Zenos shrugged, unperturbed by her hostility towards him as that was often the norm between them, but his eyes were full of envy. “His name is of no consequence to me, and ere long you, too, shall never speak his name again. For that,” he hissed himself as he got to his feet, “that unbridled devotion and passion is what I want from you, Lusi. And I will have it.”
Scathing words lay on the tip of her tongue but the scent from earlier came back with a vengeance and they died upon her lips. She’d thought the room was cold before, exposed as she was to every draft with how little the camisole and pantalettes she wore covered her skin, but now she felt unbearably hot and a war raged as to whether she should throw off the covers, Zenos be damned, or draw them even tighter towards her. Her pulse was fast, spiking ever upward no matter how much she tried to slow her breath down and will herself to relax.
Her heartbeat pounded against her jaw.
Her ribs.
And then lower still.
“You,” Lusi sputtered, flushing at the sound of her own voice so high and breathy. “What,” she tried again, “what did you—”
Zenos chuckled unexpectedly, the bed dipping from his weight, settling her internal battle by drawing the covers away from her weak grasp. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she pressed herself against the headboard at his approach, then tried to flatten herself against the mattress as he moved to loam over her, ever desperate for space between them. “All those fancy accolades,” he mused, “and here you are, barely able to string a sentence together.”
Lusi panted as she stared up at him with wide eyes, shuddering as his fingers ever so slightly touched her heated skin as he pulled the thin strap of her camisole off her shoulder and down her arm, teasing them both with the swell of her breast without fully exposing it.
“I must confess I did a bit of light research on your kind. At first I did not understand the high regard behind yours being so highly sought after when ‘in heat’, but gazing upon you now I can certainly see the appeal.”
Reeling at the realization that Zenos had induced her heat for his own amusement, Lusi gathered enough wits to have a moment of clarity through the haze as she growled, making two tight fists to which to strike him with a one-two punch as she has seen Lyse do on many an occasion. As close in proximity as they were, though, Lusi was barely able to lift her arms before Zenos caught her wrists and roughly pinned them against the bed above her head.
“I was being generous giving you this boon,” he started, forcing her legs open to slide in between them as her body squirmed as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to get away or press closer to him, “but like the savage you are you reject it. Tis no matter; we can continue our fight on a new battlefield if it pleases you.”
Zenos leaned down to press his face against the hollow of Lusi’s throat, a low terrified scream welling up in her throat as she feels something slick and burning drag across her flesh, spreading goosebumps across her skin like wildfire. She pathetically attempted to squirm and throw him off in response, but it only served to please him if the hardening length against her slicken thigh was any indication. It was when she felt the slight prick of his sharp teeth upon the juncture twixt her neck and shoulder that she did the last thing she ever wanted to do in his presence.
Lusi moaned.
It was not a loud moan, not with her biting down on her bottom lip so hard it bled, but it was certainly heard, as Zenos went rigid above her. Panic entwined with the burning lustful throb in her belly as the monstrous being pulled back to focus on her properly. He seemed to notice the way her eyes fluttered shut under his scrutiny, and the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow her whimpering as he thumbed the area his teeth had just been.
“From what I know of this spot, I am surprised he has not yet staked his claim. Rest assured I shall not make the same mistake. Mayhap it means naught but for symbolic purposes now considering I am Garlean, but once upon a time that excuse was used to deny me use of the Echo.” Zeno paused as a grin spread across his lips. “And we both know how that went, don’t we, my beast?”
Lusi shook her head as if it would block out his words. G’raha had hesitated in marking her because he was not a Nunh, even though as a Keeper Lusi was not beholden to such patriarchy; she was slowly convincing him of this but it was a work in progress. “Don’t,” she half-demanded, half-pleaded as he begun to drag one of his hands down across her neck, long nimble fingers dancing over her collarbone before teasing the edges of her camisole. Zenos released her wrists to grip the material with both hands, and it ripped easily as if made of wet paper, revealing her bare chest to his greedy eyes.
The sudden chill of the cool air against Lusi’s skin coupled with the lust from her induced heat caused her nipples to harden almost immediately, the ragged fearful heaving of her chest causing her breasts to bounce with every breath. A low, almost animalistic growl slipped past Zenos’ lips as he took in the sight, noting only the faintest line from chest to hip from their first meeting in Rhalgr's Reach—healers must’ve gotten to her before more visible scarring could set; mayhap he should rectify that. His large hand moved to stroke up and down her side, just barely brushing against the underside of her breast, and a desperate mewl escaped unbidden from Lusi; she was finding it harder and more painful to keep herself in check.
“Why must you always hold yourself back with me, Lusi?” Zenos questioned her. “I already think you a savage; you cannot fall from grace with me as you would your so called friends or the rest of Eorzea. Give yourself unto me, fully, for I am the only one who will accept you as you are.”
“That’s…not true…” Lusi retorted, her conviction strong as she still tried to fight the state she was in. “G’raha—”
Zenos’ hands moved over her stomach before trailing back up to cup both breasts as if to distract her from finishing her sentence, the warmth of his palm and the teasing brush of his thumbs against her nipples pulling a groan from her. He dipped his head down and the sensation of the puff of his hot breath above one nipple filled her with equal parts relief and agony. Without warning, he took the swollen peak in his mouth and Lusi arched her back sharply, the desperate urge to be closer to him beginning to cloud her mind as her heat began to take over.
Zenos tilted his head up to watch Lusi’s face, smiling wickedly against her breast as his strong arms moved to rest under her back, helping to push her chest up even more towards his eager and hungry maw as he continued to tease and suckle her flesh. Lusi’s hands clutched at his shoulders, the urge to touch Zenos, to pull him closer to her heaving burning body, consuming her mind like a sickness. The heavy throb between her legs thrummed almost as hard as her heart was beating, and her thighs clenched and unclenched around his hips.
Noticing Lusi’s desperate movements beneath him, Zenos paused momentarily in his ministrations, much to her dismay. He slid one hand from her back to trail down her thigh, pulling away from her breast with a lewd pop as he felt how wet with arousal she was. “My poor beast, are you aching?” he teased, eyes glowing with mischief as his fingers pressed firmly against the slick burning warmth of her core. Her body shook as she rocked her hips wantonly against his hand, trying to ease the painful need in her body, thick fingers pressing and teasing her in the most wickedly wonderful way.
“Deny me your voice and you deny yourself release,” Zenos told her as he laid her back on the bed. “Give yourself onto me,” he repeated, his teasing fingers dipping beneath the fabric of her pantalettes.
Lusi’s body jerked against his hold as if trying to press him deeper inside, and though she felt compelled to submit she would not beg so long as she could help it. “Don’t tell me you started something you cannot finish,” she goaded him.
Zenos smirked as if he expected nothing less from her. “Defiant till the end,” he scolded, but his pleasure was apparent as a long finger began to sink into her burning cunt. Soft, slick walls parted easily for the invading digit, fluttering and squeezing around it as she tried to drag it in deeper. “So hot inside that even the seven hells would feel refreshing,” Zenos growled in her ear as he added another finger, jerking them suddenly to bury them to the knuckle that it forced a strangled yelp from her throat.
The burning friction against her walls as he began to pump them in and out sent sparks of ecstasy throughout Lusi’s body. His movements were rough and unyielding as he fucked her with his hand, thick long fingers curling inside her as his palm grinds harshly against her clit.
“I am going to ruin you so that no others could ever hope to compare.” Zenos inhaled deeply, and the scent of her climbing arousal had him thrusting his fingers into her even faster. “You will learn that only I can give you what you want, what you need.”
As if his words were the final push over the edge she required, Lusi cried out as she clenched tightly around his fingers, bucking frantically against his hand as she came around the long digits buried deep inside of her. Feeling this, Zenos nipped at her ear that his mouth still lingered by as if to reward her, her ears twitching at the attention, before pulling away just enough to take in the blissful look on her face.
Once half-lidded eyes looked up at him, Zenos pulled his hand from her slick twitching heat and made a show of presenting the wetness that coated his fingers before dipping then into his mouth. The lewd slurping noises as he greedily savoured the taste of her sent shame and embarrassment flaring over her face, but as she tried to turn her head away his other hand held onto her chin, keeping her gaze on him.
“You taste delectable,” Zenos assured her. “Even more so right from the source, I have no doubt, like honey under my tongue. Shall we find out?” Lusi weakly shook her head as much as she could in his grip, and he let go of her chin to place both hands on her hips instead. “No? I suppose we can save that for next time if it’s something else you want instead. Something a little more…filling.”
Lusi shuddered, both at the thought that there would even be a ‘next time’ and at the feeling of something hard and firm pressing against her belly again, the weight of it sending her heart fluttering in fearful excitement at the sheer thickness of it. Zenos slid down her body and pressed himself against her, his rigid bulge slotting nicely against her soaking pussy.
“Is this what you want, my beast? Zenos’ voice is darker now, husky and rough as he grinded himself against the crux of her thighs. “Want me to work my way deep inside, split you open and make that ache disappear?”
“Zenos,” Lusi moaned, and she thought that would be enough to keep her from begging for it as he pulled back to remove her ruined pantalettes and relieve himself of his own clothes. But when Zenos returned to his spot twixt her legs and merely pumped his cock as he stared at her she knew he would wait her out while her heat drove her mad and she sobbed.
“Please.”
With no more warning Zenos pushed into her, splitting Lusi wide open and filling her to the hilt in a single thrust. It’s an agony unlike any she had ever felt before, the dull aching in her loins exploding into a savage burning pain. Her body arched off the bed once more, her chest pressing against his as she cried out. A deep, satisfied moan rumbled through Zenos’ chest as he bumped against the deepest part of her.
“Tight…so tight,” Zenos sighed, and another ripple of pain spread through her as he began to east out of her with an agonizing slowness, pulling out to the tip before plunging back into her with another harsh trust.
Any gentleness or consideration he had given Lusi before was gone now as he began to move with a brutal pace. The unnaturally thick cock inside of her pressed against every inch of her core, the bumps and ridges lining the length of it rubbing her slick walls raw with each push.
It hurt, it hurt so much…and yet, still, the deep wanton heat inside of her began to rise once more. It was so very wrong to feel the stirrings of pleasure from being nearly split in half like this, but still her body responded. Anguished sobs were soon punctuated with raspy moans as Zenos continued to ravage Lusi without mercy. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist to pull her flush against him once more, and he buried his face in hollow of her throat to taste the swear slicked skin of her collar bone.
The sharp snap of his hips and the scrap of his teeth at the juncture of her neck and shoulder had Lusi shaking, and Zenos let out a guttural laugh as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt her climax approaching. She needed to come. He could have anything from her; her body, her life, her soul. Anything so long as she could finally be rid of the maddening desire consuming her.
Zenos’ fast pace began to stutter and become uneven as he seemed to near completion, and he reached down between them to rub at her clit, causing her to see stars. Lusi convulsed in his arms as her orgasm overtook her, and the feel of her cunt tightening even more around his length soon did him in, too. With a monstrous roar, Zenos sunk his jaws into the meat of her shoulder as he came.
It was so hot it almost burned as he spilled deep inside her ravaged cunt, the sheer volume and thickness of it surely more than any human could produce. It filled Lusi far too quickly as Zenos remained buried to the hilt within her, her belly swollen from being so full of his seed. All Lusi could do was lay there against his heaving chest, teeth and cock embedded so deeply she was almost worried he’d never be able to pull away.
The moment Zenos did separate from her Lusi almost mourned the burning press of his body, reminded of his heat as the cold air blanketed her once again. A bloodied grin met her blurring vision as Zenos moved to press his lips against hers, and he almost looked benign as he took in the sight of her, blood dripping from her shoulder and semen pooling around her thighs.
“Good girl, my beast…all mine.”
The tired ache in Lusi’s body swiftly began to consume her now, replacing the frenzy she was in at the height of her heat, and as consciousness once again leaves her it is not Allagan red but light blue eyes that welcome her to oblivion.