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This week has felt never ending, the death roll taking far longer than usual since people have started manifesting signets. But now it’s Friday night, and you’re sitting in the dining hall with the squad, Liam and Imogen to your left, Rhiannon to your right, and Violet, Sawyer, Ridoc and Quinn across from you. At this point, everyone has had more than their fair share of ale, and there’s a notable buzz in the hall.
“Gods am I glad it’s Friday,” Rhiannon says, slurring her words just a little, “This week has literally—“, she stops abruptly to smirk and blow a kiss back to Tara, who sits a few tables over, who stares longingly at her as if she’s some kind of goddess. What you wouldn’t give for someone to look at you like that…
“Get a room!!” Sawyer exclaims, “Not all of us have a warm bed every night.”
“Hey! Speak for yourself man,” Ridoc starts with a smirk, eyes roaming the room, “My bed is warm whenever I feel like it.” He finishes, his eyes catching yours as you smile at his comment. Your cheeks heat slightly when his gaze doesn’t move on straight away, is he staring? Or is that just the alcohol talking? He’s just a flirt and you know that, but something deep down inside you wants him to really mean it, wants him to look at you as if you’re the only person he ever wants to see. He leans back slightly and looks away, as if inviting you to watch him. You let your eyes explore, and gods is he gorgeous. He’s bulked up since parapet, his lean build becoming more sturdy and muscular. Your eyes trail down his strong jaw to his toned biceps, where you can see his brown dragon relic sticking out from his sleeveless uniform top.
“Oh, please. Save it Ridoc,” says Violet with a grumble, “We all know just how often you get laid.” But that only seems to make his smirk deepen, fuck he’s hot, it’s been a minute since you last had a warm bed. But it’s not like Ridoc would ever want you, not really at least, when he could have pretty much anyone in the quadrant with his charm, and you’re definitely not the most attractive, or athletic, one here. Or at least you don’t think so.
“You’re not exactly one to talk Vi, practically the whole college knows you’re getting it, and frequently I might add.” Ridoc quips, “Half the forest burnt down on Tuesday.”
“He does have a point there Vi,” Rhiannon says, quickly following it with a very over the top yawn and a big stretch, “Oh boy, I’m exhausted! I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Though she follows this with a light bite of her bottom lip, and a not-so-subtle gesture of her head towards the door.
“Sure… bed. Have fun Rhi.” Violet says with a grin.
“Gods… I’d kill for a relationship like theirs, or maybe just to get laid.” You say quietly, watching as Rhiannon walks out the door with Tara on her arm. When you look back at the others you’re met with a lot of lightly shocked, and a few somewhat concerned, looks. “Shit. I said that out loud didn’t I…”
“Damn,” Sawyer says, completely deadpan “Sounds dire.”
At that the group erupts with laughter, and you let your shoulders relax a little. “Don’t worry love, none of them will remember any of that in the morning.”, Ridoc whispers, making eye contact with you as the group changes the topic seamlessly. Oh gods, did Ridoc just call you love?! Your pulse picks up slightly. “They’re all drunk, plus they’ve got their own problems to worry about.” he says gently. You’ve never heard him this quiet, or comforting for that matter.
“But, if you need someone in your bed… I’m always happy to help.” he continues, his voice lowering as his eyes rake over you slowly.
“Thanks.” You say with a slight smirk. He tenses his arm casually and rejoins the conversation as you watch the vein running down it ripple. You can’t focus on what anyone is saying while you stare at him. You watch as his body shudders with laughter, the way his body shifts while he talks, and the rise and fall of his broad chest. Heat seeps into your muscles as you watch him, the worries of the week slipping away as your thoughts fill with need, for him. Every time he glances over at you with those dark eyes, you get a little wetter. Gods, if you don’t stop looking at him soon you’ll embarrass yourself in front of the squad, not that you haven’t already managed that tonight. But Amari is he beautiful, and the way he’s leant back with his arms behind his head—
Enough. You rip your eyes away and stand up quickly, making your head spin just a little. Gripping the table to steady yourself you look up at the group, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head to bed.” you say quickly, making sure you don’t slur your words.
“I’ll walk you. Looks like you could use the support.” Ridoc grins cheekily.
“Sure, though you’re no more steady on your feet than I am.” You say, making sure you don’t look at him too long.
You start to walk towards the door and he follows close behind you, putting his hand on your lower back as you exit the hall together. The two of you make your way up the stairs, his hand never leaving your body. “I won’t fall over if you take your hand off me you know.” You tell him quietly.
“Oh yeah? Because you seemed pretty unstable back in the hall.”
“Hey! I haven’t had anything to drink in two hours, I’m… almost completely sober.” You reply indignantly as you both turn into the first year corridor, Ridoc’s hand still firmly on your back.
“Good. I don’t do drunk women.” He states, “Or anyone drunk for that matter.” Your breath hitches and you stop to turn and look at him for the first time since you left the hall. He stands just a few inches taller than you, which makes him ‘short’ compared to most of the guys in the quadrant, but he makes up for it in muscle… and looks. Again, you let your eyes roam down his body, the whole thing this time, he’s in his tight fitting, sleeveless uniform top, uniform trousers, and boots, armed only with two daggers sheathed at his hips. Every line and dip of his toned torso visible as he stands so, so close. Warmth radiates off him, his hand heating the small of your back, for an ice wielder he sure is warm.
“Fuck me…” you mumble under your breath.
“Is that what you want?” Ridoc asks, his voice lowering as he moves closer and leans his head to your ear, “Because, and believe me when I say this love, if that’s what you really want, I’ll fuck you so good all you can do is scream my name. So tell me, is that what you want?”
You nod your head, feeling his lips brush against your ear as you do, your mind clouded with need.
“I’m gonna need words hon, because as I mentioned before, I don’t sleep with women so drunk they can’t talk.”
“Ridoc,” you reply breathily and he looks intently at you, and you feel lust wrapping around you, bleeding into every cell inside you, “I want— I need you to fuck me. I need you inside—“ the rest of your words are lost as his lips crash into yours. His hands slide slowly down to your ass as he tugs on your bottom lip gently, opening your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue in. You tilt your head up just a little to deepen the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth avidly. Breaking your mouths apart slowly, he starts to kiss and suck his way down your jaw to your neck, and you gasp as he grips your ass tightly.
“You’re gorgeous.” Ridoc breathes between kisses, “I hope you know that. I’ve hardly been able to take my eyes off you since conscription day.”
“You don’t— “ he shifts to suck a spot just beneath your jaw, “—fuu, that’s— Ridoc— soo good — but, you don’t mean that.” you manage eventually. He picks you up suddenly, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he breaks contact with your neck to look at you.
“Love, have you seen yourself lately? Black riding leathers over your curves have stopped me dead in my tracks more times than I’d like to admit. I would spend an eternity lost in your eyes if only Aotrom would let me. And gods don’t get me started on your hair, the way those golden curls shine in the sun after they’ve been pulled loose by flight practice.” Ridoc’s voice is so low it makes you shiver, and his lips are almost unbearably close to your ear, “I’ve had dreams about the way you’d look spread across my sheets, just for me. And to think that you don’t know how beautiful you are is damn near insulting.”
“You really mean all that?” you whisper so quietly you’re almost worried he didn’t hear you as he looks at you silently.
“Yeah, I really mean all that. And now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to kissing every last part of you. Is that ok with you, or do you need more convincing first?”
“It’s ok.” you all but whimper, and with that he’s gone again, sucking down your neck and massaging your ass with your legs tightly around him and your fingers digging into his shoulders. With you still in his arms and without taking his mouth off of you, Ridoc starts walking further down the hallway, stopping at his door and pushing your back against it. He starts to suck hard on that spot beneath your jaw and you strain to hold back a moan, arching your back to push into him.
“You like that huh.” Ridoc whispers into your neck before running his tongue along your jawline. Then he takes one hand of your ass, flicks it over the door handle and quickly opens the door before replacing the hand on your lower back. He tears his mouth away from you to look at you. “Are you sure about this, we can stop, and forget this happened, if you want?” he offers, breathing heavily.
You start to shake your head before remembering his rule, “No.” you breathe, “And if you’re not inside me soon Ridoc, I might just lose my mind.” At that he groans quietly and his whole body seems to tense. He walks through the doorway with you still in his arms and kicks the door shut behind him. Then his lips collide with yours once more and the kiss turns hot and frenzied quickly, biting and sucking at each others’ lips as you start grinding into him gently. You’re so hot, so aroused, you can’t think about anything but Ridoc, and his mouth, that tongue, and this kiss, feels so, so good, but as your grinding your hips towards him there’s just too much fabric between the two of you. You want to feel every inch of his skin, so you tug at the hem of his tunic and he quickly understands, breaking your lips apart so you can pull it off over his head. You look down at his bare chest and… Fuck. He’s so... gorgeous, so chiselled, so hot. He sets you down gently and you suddenly feel exposed, he just stands there looking you up and down slowly, eyes darkening with every pass.
“Can I?” he gestures towards your top.
“Yes.” you reply breathily, and he moves towards you slowly before pulling your tunic up over your head and tossing it to the side. Then he reaches behind your back and undoes the clasp of your chest binding to start unwinding it gently. Once your topless he takes a small step back to look at you before moving closer to undo your trousers, letting them drop to the ground and giving you a hand to step out of them so you’re stood in front of him naked for all bar your underwear.
“Zihnal… what did I do to be so lucky.” he states quietly. He then kicks your trousers out of the way and pushes you against the wall to kiss down your torso, stopping at your hardened nipple to suck on it gently, pinching the other lightly while he does. You can’t help but let out a small moan, which seems to encourage him as he flicks your nipple and starts sucking harder. The heat between your legs turns into a dull throb as he sucks, making you whimper quietly. You thread your fingers through his dark curls and without thinking try to push him down to address your aching pussy. Ridoc pulls away just a little and looks up at you from his crouched position with a smirk on his lips, “Impatient are we? Tell me love, what do you need?”.
“You,“ you respond, breathing hard, “Ridoc, I need you to touch me.”
“Where love?” he queries, he’s enjoying this a little too much, “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“You know where you insufferable—“ he drops to his knees in front of you and hooks his fingers into your panties, tugging gently.
“Here?” he asks, with a mock-innocent look in his eyes.
“Yes! Fuck, yes Ridoc there.” you reply, voice trembling with need. He pulls your underwear down slowly, letting you step out of them when he reaches the floor before raising them up to his face.
“Gods, you’re drenched for me aren’t you?” he asks softly, “If I knew you were this needy I’d have played a little less.”
“Then stop playing and touch me Ridoc!” you cry, “Ridoc, I need you. Now.” you add, more quietly.
With that he leans towards you, spreading your legs apart with his hands and shuffling closer to hook one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Fuck, love you’re so beautiful.” Ridoc groans, “Standing here dripping, for me.”, then he leans in and licks you almost from your ass all the way to your clit. You can feel his warm breath on your pussy as he licks you slowly up and down. The pressure on your ache makes you moan softly. You run your fingers through his hair and he groans into you, moving to suck on your clit, making you moan louder. “That’s right love, I want everyone to hear you scream.” he growls, and you feel it vibrate through you. You feel hot pressure build up in your core as you grind against Ridoc’s face softly, pulling his head into you. Without warning Ridoc slips a finger inside you and you let out a small scream as he starts sliding it in and out of you slowly.
“Ridoc—“ you moan loudly, as the pressure inside you builds towards its breaking point, “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.” you whimper.
“That’s the point hon,” he states simply, voice low and husky, before slipping a second finger inside, curling them with every thrust, “I want to feel you come on my fingers.” He starts sucking on your clit harder, and the burning pleasure inside you explodes as your orgasm washes over you in white hot waves. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as he keeps pumping them in and out as you curse and moan his name.
“You’re so perfect.” he whispers as he stands slowly and kisses you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You return the kiss and let your hands drift down from his hair to his belt, undoing it quickly, causing his trousers to drop. “Hungry for more already, love?” Ridoc asks as he throws his trousers over the desk chair.
“Always.” you mumble as you move to kiss his neck, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. He takes your ass back in his hands as you suck his neck hard and let one hand drift down to rub against his boxers. Gods, “Are you hard already?” you ask quietly. And holy fuck… of course he’s big.
“Love, I’ve been rock hard since you said you wanted to get laid.” Ridoc breathes.
“Fuck… and you still got me off first?” you question between kisses on his neck.
“Gods, love..” he groans as you continue rubbing your hand against him, “I would ignore— a hard-on to watch you come on my fingers any day.”
“Keep saying shit like that and you’ll never get rid of me.” you murmur into his neck as you pull his underwear off.
“And what if I don’t want to get rid of you?” Ridoc responds quietly, making you whimper quietly. You’re too aroused to even start to consider what he could mean by that, so you just wrap your hand around the top of his dick, which is already wet with precum, and start stroking it up and down, getting a loud groan out of Ridoc. “Fuuck— as much as I love what you’re doing hon. I want to worship your body first. I haven’t followed through on any of my claims yet, have I? I want to see you shaking, screaming with pleasure while you come on my cock.” A shiver runs down your spine at his words. He takes your hand in his and pulls it away from his dick, bringing it to your mouth to have you suck the precum off your own fingers making you whimper softly. “Shit sorry, love. Was that too much? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Ridoc asks cautiously.
“No. No not at all— Ridoc— I— I want all of that.” you reply with a smirk.
“Good. You won’t regret it. I promise.” he whispers before picking you up, draping you over his shoulder, walking over to his bed, and laying you onto it gently. “Ass up.” he tells you, voice lowering back to his pussy-drenching tone as he slips a pillow under your hips to elevate them. Then he spreads your bent legs apart wide and steps back to admire the sight of you. “What have I done to deserve you?” Ridoc questions out loud. Your pussy starts to throb again as he stares at you hungrily and you push your knees together to relieve the ache momentarily.
“Ridoc, please touch me already…” you beg.
“Oh dear love, you really are needy aren’t you. I’m sorry for making you wait, I just want to remember the way you look, all ready for me on my bed.” he apologises, “Now let’s spread those legs again shall we?” he pushes your knees apart again gently as you whimper, before crawling up onto the bed and lining his cock up at your dripping entrance. “Just tell me if it’s too much okay?” you nod quickly, and he starts pushing into you slowly, keeping eye contact as he does. You moan as he fills you, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside you, and you shudder at the feeling. “Fuck, love. You feel so good.” Ridoc groans, “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” you half scream at him, “Will you please fuck me already?”
“Your wish is my command princess.” he says as he pulls almost all the way before pushing back in hard, hitting a spot so deep you don’t think anyone else has been there before. He continues his slow, deep thrusts and you moan a little louder every time he hits that place deep inside you. “You like that love?”
“Mmhmm…” you groan and clench your pussy around him to answer, making him shout and curse.
“Gods… hon… do you—“ he cuts himself off with another loud moan, “Do you want me to go faster?”
“Shit Ridoc… yes...” you respond, breathing heavily, “Yeah, I’d like that.” he picks up the pace of his thrusting, managing to keep each thrust just as deep as before, making you both moan loudly. You can feel that same burning pressure build up inside you, fast, and you clench hard around his cock. He groans and his rhythm falters for a brief moment before he regains control of himself, and you giggle at how easily you affect him.
“You think that’s funny huh?” he asks with an amused look as he presses a thumb onto your clit and starts circling it in time with his thrusts, making you stop giggling to moan. You feel that familiar tight feeling in your core telling you you’re close, and you clench around Ridoc’s cock again to get him closer too.
“Shit— Ridoc I think I’m gonna come.” you groan, but he only speeds up his movements, “Ridoc!!” you shout, “I’m not kidding! Are you close too?” he laughs darkly.
“Oh honey, don’t you worry about me. You gonna come on my cock, or what?” he asks as he continues thrusting hard, pushing you over the edge again. You explode with pleasure, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole building can hear you. Your pussy grips Ridoc’s cock hard as you cum, slick and sweat running down your ass and onto the sheets. Ridoc doesn’t slow his thrusting at all as he pushes your legs towards your head, folding them against your torso, and your orgasm doesn’t stop for what feels like minutes as you tremble beneath Ridoc’s muscled body. “You’re doing so well love, you must be the most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.”
Finally, he slows down and pulls out, dick still completely hard. “You haven’t—“ you inquire quietly, “Aren’t you gonna finish?”
“Oh love, we’re not done yet.” he responds in that logic shattering tone that you’re already addicted to. “Turn over.” he commands gently.
“Ridoc, I don’t—“ you say, worry lacing your voice, “I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Of course you can.” Ridoc replies, “If you can ride a dragon for six hours, I think you can handle three orgasms in a night. If you really want me to stop, I will. But I don’t think you do, do you love?”
“I— well for one I don’t think that last one counts as just one.” you respond with a little tilt of your lips, fuck it, this man will be the death of you “But you’re right, I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me till I can’t walk anymore Gamlyn.”
“Done.” he growls “Now flip.” You turn over so you’re laying on your front, and he pulls your ass up by your hips, bending your knees. You prop yourself up on your elbows, but your arms are already weakened from a day of hard training, and two orgasms, so you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to hold yourself up for. He pushes into you hard, all at once, and without warning this time, making you cry out and grip the sheets with your hands. He starts again with his inhuman pace, managing to hit that spot with every thrust again. Quickly you collapse so your face and chest are pressed against the bed, your arms stretched in front of you, gripping the sheets for support. The pleasure is yet again building up faster than you’d like, but you can’t help pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, letting him hit harder. The sounds of your sopping wet pussy slapping against his groin with every thrust are obscene, and the two of you moan louder and louder as your pleasure builds. You feel a sharp sting as Ridoc brings his hand down hard on your ass, making you gasp, but pleasure quickly overrides pain and you groan. “Shit! Sorry love I wasn’t thinking—“
“Ridoc! Stop apologising, I liked it.” you assure him, looking back with a smirk, “There isn’t much you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
“Still, I should’ve asked.” he says with concern in his voice.
“It’s ok! I forgive you, you big oaf.” you tell him assertively, “Focus on fucking me Gamlyn.” So he somehow speeds up even more, and starts rubbing your clit with two fingers.
“Do you want me to do it again?” he asks cautiously.
“Yes!” you shout, and he brings his free hand down hard on your ass again, the sting of pleasure making you moan. You feel that burning hot knot of pleasure building up, tightening your core more than you’ve felt before. “Fuck, Ridoc— I’m close.” you groan.
“So let go love, let the whole damned college hear.” he growls, slapping your ass again. You lose any control you had left over your body as you shake with your orgasm. Pleasure overwhelms all of your senses as your vision blurs, and you feel slick running down your thighs in rivulets.
“Shit Ridoc! I can’t—“ you cry as he keeps thrusting into you hard, your pussy convulsing on his dick. Every inch of your skin is hypersensitive as your orgasm pours over you, your nipples brushing against the soft sheets with every thrust, Ridoc’s fingers dragging over your clit, cock still slamming into you over and over as you scream with pleasure. The orgasm slowly subsides but Ridoc is still pushing himself into you at a near godly speed, and the wall of pleasure builds up in you again quickly.
“Fuck love, I’m so close.” he groans, “Can I— can I come—“
“Yes! Ridoc you can come inside me!! Please do.” you cut him off, slurring just a little, still trembling from your last orgasm. Ridoc notices your trouble keeping yourself from fully collapsing and wraps an arm round your waist to hold you up as he carries on driving into you hard and fast. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again.” you mumble. Then you feel the pleasure crashing over you again, even more intense than before, your vision going white as you shake severely and scream with pleasure. Your pussy contracts hard and you feel something hot gush from where you and Ridoc join, suddenly the sheets beneath you are wetter than you remember. The fuck was that? Ridoc’s thrusts stutter and he shouts out, you feel his cum spill into you, being pushed in with every thrust. Once he’s emptied himself into you he pulls out and stands back to admire his work, watching his cum drip out of your pussy as you lay ass up on his soaked sheets, still not a coherent thought in your mind.
“I didn’t know you can squirt love.” Ridoc chuckles quietly, “You’re so gorgeous you know.”
“I— I didn’t either…” you reply, “Sorry.”
“No need to apologise love, it’s really hot actually.” he says, “I’m gonna go grab a towel to clean you up.” he adds softly as he pulls his trousers back on and walks towards the door. “Back in a moment.” and with that he walks out the door, still shirtless. You stay on his bed, utterly satisfied, and still a little foggy in the head from your last orgasm. He’s back less than a minute later with a towel and a fresh set of bedsheets, he kneels on the bed to start dabbing your thighs and between your legs with the towel, and you look at him with confusion in your eyes, “Is this okay love? What’s with that look?”
“I just... It’s just that nobody’s ever done this kind of thing for me I guess.” you admit.
“What like, taken care of you after they fuck your brains out?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yeah I guess so. Though I don’t think anyone’s ever fucked me that good either.” you tell him quietly, “Thank you.”
“What for? This was definitely mutually enjoyed love, you don’t have to thank me for sleeping with you. Even if I am the best you’ve ever had.” his smirk deepens and he tosses the towel to his desk.
“I guess you are yeah.” you reply with a grin, “But I was thanking you for being so nice about it, asking if things are okay, cleaning me up.”
“What, you mean intimacy 101? Look, I know some guys are literal pigs when it comes to that stuff, but you really don’t have to thank me for doing what’s decent.” he says smiling down at you, then he bends down and lifts you over to sit in his desk chair while he changes the sheets. “Would you… maybe want to stay here for the night? I can give you a shirt to sleep in if you want.” Ridoc asks quietly, “No pressure obviously, you don’t have to, I can take you back to your room if you want—“
“Ridoc. I’d love to stay in your bed tonight.” you tell him gently.
“Oh, great! Are you ok without a shirt?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye and you nod at him with a smile. “Perfect.” Then he picks you up off the chair and lays you down on the freshly made bed, before taking his trousers off and getting in next to you in his underwear. “Sleep well, love.” he whispers in your ear.
“You too.” you respond with a yawn, turning to lay on your side, nuzzling your head into his warm chest as he wraps an arm around your waist.