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It hadn't taken a lot of convincing on the Warrior’s part to get Haurchefant to finally attend the Moonfire Fair with her. He was never one to turn down any invitation to any festivities, and the thought of spending a whole day on a beach with his Warrior was nothing short of exciting.
The first issue, however, arose when he realised that he had no proper bathing clothes. With the recent summers in Coerthas being nothing but cold, he had gotten used to a wardrobe more fitting to the snow and ice.
It should not have been such a surprise to him that just a day after he mentioned that to the Warrior, the Xaela presented him with a suspiciously small package.
“We can’t let you go entirely naked now, can we?” she said as she handed it over to him. “We wouldn’t want a scandal right out the gate, after all.”
“Of course not, my dear,” Haurchefant replied with a chuckle and a shake of his head. The wrapping paper was dispensed of quickly enough and he held up the piece of clothing. “This is less fabric than my underwear,” he commented as he felt a blush creep up on his face. “Are you sure this is going to be appropriate?”
“You will fit right in, I promise,” the Warrior reassured him. “Besides, if you end up not feeling comfortable, you can always just… take it off,” she suggested, a smirk on her face.
“You would like that,” he replied, winking at her. “What are you going to wear?”
“You will have to wait and see, won’t you, my love?”
Mercifully, Haurchefant didn’t have to wait too long to see what exactly the Warrior herself was wearing to the Moonfire Faire as they made their way to Costa del Sol a mere day after. Their inn room was already waiting for them. It wasn’t too far from there to the festivities, so neither of them bothered with any cover up clothes on top of their swimsuits.
His eyes went wide when he saw the Warrior's outfit. While it was less skimpy than his own, it was even more enticing for it. The violet bikini complemented both the purple of her hair and the blue of her scales. It hugged her curves just right, accentuating her soft figure. “I might not be able to keep my hands off you for long, my love,” he said with a drawl in his voice.
“Good,” came her reply. “That’s the idea, after all.”
*~*~*~*~*
There was so much going on, Haurchefant didn’t quite know where to look first. He’d never seen any place this busy. One thing became abundantly clear the moment he set foot on the beach: neither he nor his Warrior were wearing even close to the most revealing outfits.
The beach was full, and so were the piers and the boardwalk. And yet, as much as his eyes wandered over the crowd, he was acutely aware of his lover by his side. The way her hand brushed against his while they walked. The way her scales were catching the sunlight.
The smells wafting in the air, the music, the sounds of the revellers - it all pulled at his attention, almost overwhelmingly so. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a party or two, but even Coerthas’ wildest parties were tame compared to what he was witnessing here in just the first few moments after he’d arrived.
“Would you like to join the crowd or shall we find a more secluded spot?” he asked, not wanting to assume that the Warrior shared his ideas for how to best spend the day at the beach.
“I know just the right place,” the Warrior replied. He knew the look she gave him well; a look that promised an evening that would be exciting for reasons other than just the literal fireworks.
“Lead the way and I shall follow,” he said, emphasising his words with a light squeeze of his hand.
They didn’t have to venture too far to find a spot just by a small waterfall. Secluded, but with a good view of the beach and the ongoing festivities. He laid out a brightly coloured beach towel. “This is a perfect spot. I’m surprised no one has claimed it yet.”
“Most people don’t know it’s here. They see the waterfall and assume there’s no more beach left. Besides, most people come here during the faire to join in the fun and games first and foremost.”
“I’m glad to have you around as my own personal guide then,” Haurchefant replied with a wink. “Now, how shall we start our own adventure?”
“I shall get us a drink to start with,” she offered. “I’ll let you soak in the beauty of the place for a bit.”
“Thank you, that sounds perfect,” he replied with a smile. “Don’t let me miss you for too long.”
Haurchefant sat down on the towel, leaned back and watched the crowd. Even with all the curves and beauty on display, his gaze kept finding the Warrior and the way her bikini hugged her body. How her tail swayed with each step as she walked on her way to one of the merchants to get a fruity drink for each of them.
As she got too far away and disappeared into the crowd, he’d lost sight of his Warrior. He let his gaze stray further. A couple caught his attention; a gorgeous dark haired Viera who seemed to be mercilessly teasing her Hyur partner. A smile crossed his face as he watched him squirm. Thinking about how he might make his Warrior squirm just like that. How exactly he would accomplish such a feat.
Just as he imagined the purple haired Xaela trembling in the sand underneath him, his attention was pulled away by the sight of her. Sunlight gleaming on her blue scales as she made her way back to him, two brightly coloured drinks in hand.
“These look perfect,” he commented as soon as she was within earshot. “Though not nearly as perfect as you.”
“Charmer,” the Warrior replied, a grin on her face. “But I’ll allow it, just for today.”
“What a lucky man I am,” he replied, laughing. He accepted one of the two drinks and took a long sip. Several flavours at once exploded on his tongue. Sweet, tart, a hint of fruit and what was unmistakably vanilla. Nothing at all like anything he had ever had back in Coerthas or even Isghard. He made a mental note to get the recipe, but that would be a task for later; for right now, it was the Warrior who had all his attention.
*~*~*~*~*
There was only so much Haurchefant could do to keep his hands off his Warrior, to keep himself from claiming her right here and now. Even with everything going on, even as they explored the Moonfire Faire and partook in the activities… his thoughts were always on her. As were his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice the way she kept glancing at him, that telltale swish of her tail behind her. It was clear to him that she seemed to have similar thoughts.
“Shall we…?” he asked, indicating their secluded spot with a tilt of his head. He didn’t have to ask twice as the Warrior took his hand in response and all but led him towards where their towel was still spread out on the sand.
“Do you even have to ask?” she finally said before pulling him down for a kiss that said more than words ever could. He drowned in the feeling of her, her taste, her smell. How soft her lips were, her hair brushing over his arms as he held her. He could never get enough of her.
Touches followed kisses as they explored each other’s body; as though this was the first time. Unable to get enough of each other, longing for more. His hands found the ties of her bikini, his lips found hard, round nipples. She shuddered underneath him as he laid her down, her legs parting for him in invitation. “Mine,” he crooned into an auricle. “My wonderful Warrior.”
“Mine,” she groaned in reply, as she all but tore off his pants in return, soft but strong hands stroking his cock, all but guiding him to where he was longing to be.
Her body accepted him readily as he sank into her. His lips found hers again, deepening their kisses, letting her feel all this hunger he had for her. He claimed her body with each thrust deeper than the last, only pausing when he felt a familiar sensation on his legs.
“Sneaky,” he purred. Her tail was wrapping around his thigh, the tip teasing his hole. Pressing against it ever so slightly. A tease that he answered with a particularly deep thrust of his own, gripping her wrists harder as he pinned her down on the ground. “Sneaky, but you are mine-” another deep, hard thrust that made her breasts jiggle enticingly, “- tonight,” he rasped into one of her auricles.
To emphasise his claim further, he bent his head, teeth finding purchase on a pert, sensitive nipple. A delightful cry filled their area of the beach as he bit down, delighting in the way her back arched towards him. The way the welcome pain made her cunt clench tighter around his cock.
It was enough to push him over the edge for the first time tonight; just as he heard fireworks going off in the distance. He didn’t care for them right now. There was nothing more important now than his Warrior. Not the festivities, not the fireworks, not the smell of food. Not the sight of the other revellers in their revealing outfits. None of that mattered at this moment. He muffled the cry of her own orgasm with a kiss, revelling in how her cunt milked every last drop of his.
Only when his thrusts finally slowed down did she speak again. “You’re not done yet, my brave knight, I hope?”
His only answer was a growl before he flipped her over, so he could enjoy the sight of her while she rode him for round two of many.