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Sunshine filtered through the foliage of the trees and water sloshed underfoot as you waded through shallow water as swiftly as you could manage. It seemed like everything from your knees down was soaked through thanks to the task your companion had assigned you, but being the Warrior of Light had acclimated you to the discomforts that tended to come hand in hand with adventure.
You finished placing the last of the punutiy feed in the clear water, settling your hands on your hips and giving yourself a satisfied nod. Once you were sure the feed wasn’t going to be disrupted, you began your trek back to where Erenville was distributing his. As you neared the Viera, you heard the water begin to churn as something large and heavy approached. You fell into place next to Erenville, watching with a delighted smile as the full grown punutiy came to a stop in front of him. “There she is,” he stated, and you couldn’t help but direct your gaze towards the handsome Rava.
Though your time spent with Erenville had been somewhat limited, you couldn’t help but admit you’ve developed an attraction to the stoic and thoughtful man. Your admiration ran deep; his knowledge of the different beasts and areas of the realm and his dedication to his job as a gleaner only enhanced the allure already provided by his, admittedly, breathtaking appearance. Dark, smooth skin, eyes of liquid gold, and a velvety soft voice that dripped with unintentional charm every time he deigned to speak. He treated you with nothing but respect, and proved himself to be a gentleman through and through. You often found yourself lost in your own imaginings as you watched him, only to blush and redirect your gaze when his eyes drifted to yours. And perhaps you were just hoping, but you could swear you often felt the heat of his own gaze follow you in return.
You couldn’t help but feel that same heat spread through your body at the thought, only amplified when the Rava opened his mouth once again. “Yes, there’s a good girl,” he praised the punutiy, a pleased smirk on his lips. The phrasing had you drawing in a sharp breath, your face growing pink as it unexpectedly stirred something within you. You cursed Erenville’s sharp hearing when you saw one of his furry ears twitch before he turned to raise a brow at you. You looked away and cleared your throat, unable to hold his intense gaze while his words were still echoing in your head. He was talking to the adorable punutiy for crying out loud! You felt somewhat ashamed for taking something so innocent and twisting it in your head.
Unbeknownst to you, Erenville quickly picked up on the reason for your flushed face, crossing his arms and closing his eyes with a small, knowing smirk before shaking his head. “Come, let us make our way back to the boat. She knows where to go,” he said.
You followed him along the bank, a comfortable silence falling upon the both of you as you trekked through the damp grass. Well, mostly comfortable aside from the fact that your brain kept replaying his words of praise, and imagining how it would feel if they were directed at you in a… less than innocent scenario. Your distraction cost you, foot slipping on a particularly muddy patch and sending you sliding down the bank towards the water.
You yelped in surprise, but a strong hand shot out to grip your arm and tugged you back up. You bumped into Erenville’s solid, warm chest and he placed an arm around your waist to steady you. “Are you alright, my dear?” he asked, and you felt your face heat up once again at not only the unexpected term of endearment, but also in embarrassment at your out of character clumsiness.
“Yes, thank you… I suppose I was a bit lost in my thoughts,” you replied with a small chuckle. You were well aware of the warmth of his arm still around your waist, and you glanced up at him to see his bright gold eyes gazing at you under heavy lids.
“Would you care to enlighten me on the thoughts that had you so… distracted?” Erenville asked, his lilting accent sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes drifted down to his lips for a brief second before meeting his gaze once more, and you swore you could see his eyes darken momentarily.
“I… think I might,” you replied in a low voice, momentarily biting your lower lip. “If we didn’t have rather pressing matters to attend to,” you continue, reminding both him and yourself that Wuk Lamat’s safety was depending on you. He looked at you intensely for another moment before nodding and stepping away, his hand sliding down your spine before releasing you completely.
Erenville cleared his throat before speaking, “let us carry on, then.” The rest of your journey was once again spent in silence, although this time it carried a heavy tension. The way your skin tingled with the memory of a touch, however, left you hoping for the possibility of something… more.
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That night, you settled around a campfire with your comrades, hearts lightened thanks to your successful rescue of Wuk Lamat. Laughter broke out over a joke she’d made, your own fading away as you glanced across the fire to see Erenville’s attention focused on you. His golden eyes were molten in the firelight, his expression unreadable. Familiar warmth filled you, and that gave you the courage to hold his intense gaze. One corner of the Rava’s soft lips tilted up, before he redirected his attention back to the story Wuk Lamat was now animatedly telling the group.
When exhaustion finally settled in for most of the party, you dispersed to your bedrolls while the fire died down to nothing but glowing embers. You lay on your own for what felt like an eternity, thanking the stars that you were far enough away from the others that you didn’t have to suffer Alisaie’s snoring (though she would never admit to doing such a thing). You had turned on your side and closed your eyes for a couple of minutes, planning to drift off into sleep, when you heard soft footsteps approaching.
Years of training and living almost consistently at the edge of danger had you tensing up, quickly looking over your shoulder only to find Erenville, hardly more than a shadow in the dying firelight, standing over your bedroll. He had removed his ever present rucksack, and now only donned his undershirt and trousers. A soft breath escaped you at the sight, his lean but defined muscles much more obvious without the layers of clothing.
“If you tell me to go right now, I’ll walk back to my bedroll and leave you be. Should you ask me to stay, however… I cannot promise to be a proper gentleman,” he purred, voice low and full of dark promises. You turn his words over in your head, but only for a moment.
“Stay, Erenville,” you requested, voice breathy with need. His gaze was heavy lidded as he waited a beat before quietly settling behind you, his larger form pressing against your own. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes filled with the same need you saw reflected in his own. His gloveless hand reached to caress your neck, breaths mingling, before he finally leaned in and pressed his supple lips to yours. Excitement and anticipation flooded you, your mind racing at the confirmation that the Rava seemed to want you as much as you wanted him. The kiss was tender for all but a moment, before Erenville’s lips forced yours open and his tongue slipped through.
You had long ago determined that Erenville was a serious and task-focused man, and you now realized this same focus applied to more than just his job as a gleaner. He kissed you slowly but thoroughly, his tongue attentively sliding along yours in a way that had you moaning into his mouth. The Viera’s hand slid down from where he loosely gripped your neck, brushing over the curves of your breasts and making you arch into his touch. When he reached your waist, he paused and broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, both of your breaths labored as you gazed at each other. “Do you want more, darling?” he asked, his voice lower and more sultry than you’d ever heard.
“Yes, Eren- please…” you begged, back arching and bottom pressing back against his narrow hips and making him hiss through his teeth at the friction.
“Tsk, so eager,” he hummed with a smirk. “Shall I see just how eager?” he continued, waiting for your breathy confirmation before his hand slid lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your loose sleep shorts and panties. His mouth found yours once again, tongue parting your lips while his hand cupped your aching center. You reached your arm up to caress Erenville’s head, your fingers finding purchase in the soft hair at the base of his ears and drawing a low groan out of the Rava.You couldn’t help but roll your hips into his hand, the pressure not quite enough to satisfy the need burning low in your belly.
Long, deft fingers parted your folds with expert care. You gasped into Erenville’s mouth as he swiped a digit along your dripping slit and circled your clit slowly and methodically. He broke the kiss to allow you to catch your breath, both of you glancing down at where his hand worked underneath your clothes. You whimpered at the sight, attempting to spread your legs further but finding your movements restricted by both your clothing and the Rava’s body. The male chuckled, his warm breath teasing your hair. “Allow me to assist you,” he cooed, pausing his ministrations to tug your garments down your legs. Erenville sucked a breath through clenched teeth at the sight of your exposed center and thighs glistening with your arousal. “Oh, how I wish to have a taste… However I cannot afford us being caught, and when I do finally get my mouth on you, well… I plan to take my time.”
A whine escaped you at the thought of Erenville’s head between your thighs, which he gently shushed. “Shhh, sweet girl. We don’t want to wake the others,” he whispered against your lips, while his hand made its way back between your legs. He tucked his free arm under your waist, angling your lower body back against his and allowing your thighs to fall open further. You now felt his straining erection pressing into you, hot and heavy even through his trousers.
“I want you, Erenville,” you begged shamelessly, rocking yourself back against his impressive length and drawing a strained grunt from him.
“In due time. ‘Tis another thing I wish to do… thoroughly. However, I couldn’t go another moment without at least watching you fall apart for me. Perhaps I am a weak man, but I am a man all the same.” His words ghosted over your skin like a warm breeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The Rava’s fingers once again found your aching core, moving quicker than before as he traced from clit to entrance and back. “Fuck,” the rare swear sounded utterly sinful coming from him. “I can hear just how aroused you are.”
Your head fell back as he sank a long digit inside shortly followed by another, curling them in a come hither motion that had you seeing stars. “O-oh, Eren’ please,” you pleaded, rocking your hips against him in earnest. You clawed at the strong forearm he had wrapped around your waist, nails no doubt leaving marks on his smooth skin. He swore again at the feeling of your juices soaking his hand, and you felt as much as you heard his groan of appreciation.
“Have you imagined this before, darling? I know I have. I often imagine you astride my lap, the stars outlining your glorious body as you ride me,” he confessed in a tone that has your body clenching tight around his fingers. “Oh-ho you like that, do you? Do you enjoy the idea of riding my cock?” The Rava spoke lowly and quietly, his words only for you. His digits plunged into you without abandon now, curling and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. White hot flames seemed to flood your veins as your climax approached and you bit your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood in an effort to keep from crying out.
“There she is, there’s my good girl,” Erenville purred the praise you so desperately longed to hear, sending you careening over the edge. His lips claimed yours to greedily swallow your cries as your body spasmed and released around his fingers and onto his hand. His deep kisses turned tender and soft as you descended from your high slowly, trailing from your lips, to your cheek and onto your neck where he stopped to nuzzle you. He carefully withdrew his fingers, rubbing his hand over your core to elicit a couple more shockwaves before you clenched your thighs closed with a whimper, making him chuckle against your skin. You watched in hazy wonder as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, your body clenching in need once again at the sight of him licking them clean, his molten gaze never leaving yours. “You are delicious.”
You turned over to face the Rava, drawing his face back to yours while your thumb stroked the smooth skin of his cheek. You could taste yourself on his lips when you kissed him, his groan echoing yours as you deepened the kiss. You reached between your bodies, hand gliding down his abdomen and greedily mapping out his lean muscles through his shirt. Erenville chuckled against your lips when he felt you slip your hand underneath the material, fingers tracing the ridges of his hard stomach in appreciation. When you reached his waist, hand brushing against his still hardened length, he gripped your wrist firmly to halt you. “Not tonight, my dear. We’ve already been playing with fire, and if you get your hands on me properly I fear I won’t be leaving your bedroll tonight.”
“Maybe I’d prefer that,” you offered, smiling warmly at Erenville. He propped himself up on his elbow, chin in hand as he gazed softly at you in return.
“As much as I wish it could be so…” he started, your heart dropping as you awaited possible rejection. “Do not misunderstand me, darling, I would never wish to hide you from anyone. However, our duty here is to assist Wuk Lamat as claimant to the title of Dawnservant. It would be remiss of us to distract anybody with this… development at this time.” Your heart warmed at his reassurance, and you offered him a soft smile as you nodded. “Despite my seemingly impure intentions tonight, I truly wish to earn your affections. Beyond physical, I mean.”
Your eyes widened at Erenville’s declaration, heart pitter-pattering in your chest so hard you were sure his sensitive ears could hear every beat. “I desire the same, Erenville. Very much so.” The Rava closed his eyes for a brief moment, a smile still gracing his lips. He looked so beautiful and at peace that you couldn’t help but lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek. Those golden eyes you were so fond of opened, gazing at you in something akin to wonder. How you longed to stay in this moment, surrounded by his warmth and comforting scent. Unfortunately, the Rava broke away from you and sat up. He helped you back into your panties and shorts before smoothing your hair away from your face.
“This is where I take my leave,” he whispered, before kissing you long and hard as though he was fighting against his own desires to stay. Eventually the kiss was broken, and Erenville stood. “Goodnight,” he said, your name rolling off his tongue in farewell.
“Goodnight, Eren’,” you whispered in reply. You closed your eyes as you listened to his footsteps retreat, and despite your longing to fall asleep next to him, blissful exhaustion from your release overtook you quickly. As your consciousness faded you had a single thought on your mind: though you had started and finished so many adventures over the course of your life, you had a feeling the next one might be the most special yet.
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The following morning…
“Alright, is everyone all set to head out?” Alisaie questioned cheerfully, as though she hadn’t spend the majority of the night sawing logs. At everyone’s affirmation you convened at the edge of your campsite and listened to Erenville’s directions on how to best travel to your next destination. When he finished explaining, he crossed his arms and settled into his typical stance.
“Erenville! What manner of beast gave you those?” Alphinaud exclaimed, brows drawn in worry as he examined the Rava’s forearm. Sure enough, crescent shaped scratches littered the otherwise perfect skin, and you cursed Alphinaud’s superior observation skills as he fretted over the gleaner.
“Yes, pray tell, Erenville. What kind of beast got a hold of you?” Krile prodded. Then, to your utter mortification, she turned to you and hid a sly giggle behind her hand. You struggled to keep your expression neutral while Alphinaud set to healing the minor injury.
“Er, well… she was a lovely little creature. Quite sweet, if a bit… over enthusiastic. Just a few small scratches, nothing to fuss over,” Erenville supplied with a sheepish shrug. Your face flushed pink, and remained so as you and your comrades finally departed, ready for the next part of your adventure.