fic: Pull Me in Some More
TITLE: Pull Me in Some More
AUTHOR: geraldinedragon
RATING: NC-17
LENGTH: 2.5k~
WARNING: unbeta-ed, graphic sex, medieval!au
PAIRINGS: Kris/girl!LuHan
SUMMARY: “Leave us,” he orders without lifting his head up when she stumbles into the chamber. “And do not disturb us unless it is of dire importance.”
a/n: part of this series. i do not own a dozen of leprechauns as i am allergic to stupidity.
Lu Han walks timidly down the hall, letting the guards lead her through twists and turns. This is her first time going out of her chamber after she was taken to Havernann. She almost heaves a sigh of freedom when she finds that long, stone halls can be so relaxing when she knows when to look.
Why would she be taken to her lord’s study chamber? Does it mean that he came back before she knew it? But why didn’t he visit her? But wait, why should he? Stupid Lu Han, she curses herself for the umpteenth time that week. Qian didn’t tell her anything as well so… she doesn’t know what to think of this and what to think of the whole… thing. Her itch is still there between her legs, the fire never really subside and she prays that it won’t sip through the cloth of her dress. That would be so embarrassing.
They turn on another alcove before they stop in front of two wooden doors, larger than the ones to her own chamber. So this is the entrance to the studies, she marvels. She has always wanted her own study, and her father finally relented on her fourteenth birthday. She hauled up all her favourite books from the library to the shelves and made her own make-shift personal heaven. Now she really misses home, she sighs. Maybe if she acts well and continues to be so her lord will give her the mercy to have her own space for books. Just a shelf in her chamber is enough. Her own study room is even better, but she knows to not dream or ask for too much. Baby steps.
She is taken off her daze when the door opens (she doesn’t even realize that the greetings have been made, she needs to work on her hearing skills), but she is soon taken to another daze because her lord is there, in his ever so proper clothing as casual as a king of Havernann can wear, sitting on his desk with a quill on his hand.
“Leave us,” he orders without lifting his head up when she stumbles into the chamber. “And do not disturb us unless it is of dire importance.”
The guards chorus an as His Highness pleases before stepping out of the chamber and closing the door behind her. She swears her legs are turning into jellies right now because his tone is so, so stern and it seems like he’s angry for something but she doesn’t know why and she doesn’t want to make him angry, she never does, but why is he angry- and is he angry at her??
“Come closer,” he says again, taking another parchment and scribbling his quill on the corner of the paper. Must be signatures for treaties and what not but that’s not the point because she is so, so scared and she feels like hyperventilating right now.
Her body moves in auto-pilot and her legs pad soundlessly until she’s in front of his big, sturdy mahogany desk. Her fingers are trying to rip each other off their respective knuckles in nervousness and she bites her lower lip, unsure of what to do or what to say. She settles with a meek “yes, my lord?” training her eyes on the beautiful carvings on the surface of the table.
“Thirteen nights,” he started, still scribbling down his signature down to rolls and rolls of parchment, eyes reading the clauses on each of them once in a while. “I was away for thirteen nights, correct?”
“Y-yes,” she mumbles out, her toes curling inside her soft slippers. Why does her heart always beat like it’s going to break her ribcage whenever he’s around?
“What have you done along those thirteen nights?” he says, not asks. She doesn’t know how to reply. “I heard things and let’s see if they match with what you will say.”
“I- I usually keep myself to the chamber my lord has provided for me,” she starts unsurely, glancing at him and trying to form her words in the most honest yet not embarrassing answer. “My lord didn’t say anything about going out of the chamber while he’s away so I didn’t. A-and Jia brought me books from the library, some of them are what I usually read back ho-,” she stops her words when his cold eyes are staring right into her.
Stupid Lu Han, stupid, stupid good for nothing Lu Han. “Back in Artheria,” she finishes, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“Is that so,” he responds as he rolls the parchments on his desk and ties them neatly, placing them on a metal container by the feet of the desk. “What kind of books?”
“Uhm, just this and that,” she answers, but his eyes are back to their zero degree coldness and she shivers, forcing herself to continue. “Fantasy, theology, astronomy, and uhm, romance…?” she mutters out loud enough for him to hear. Though she knows that her choices of books have always been… odd but her teacher encourages her to read them despite his mother’s protests.
“Interesting,” he hums, finally clearing his table and puts down his quill on its protector box and snaps the lid of the ink vial shut before placing them into one of the drawers. Now his desk is clear from its previous mountain of parchment rolls. “Does any of them tells you the story of a princess who dirties her own hands because she just can’t wait?”
Her breath is caught on her throat and she takes a step back in reflex. Her mind screams at her for being so STUPID WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID OF COURSE IT WAS HIM oh gods out of all days he has to come to her chamber today and- she moans in agony inside her head and lets out a whimper in real life instead.
“I-,” she panics and shakes her head in mortification. “Forgive me, my lord, I- it was-“
“Did any of them teach you on how to be an insolent prisoner and defy my orders?” he quietly slides off his chair and goes around the table to circle her, his eyes trained at her the entire time. She feels like crying right now. “Because as far as I remember I didn’t say anything about letting you… to touch yourself when I was away.”
“N-no, my lord,” her voice quivers, her legs threatening to give up on her in any moment. “I’m sorry m-my lord it w-won’t happen again.”
“How can I trust you? You have been… bad, to say the least. Disobedient,” he steps closer to her and she turns around, trying to explain that no, she didn’t mean to defy his orders she was just missing him and his touches so that’s why she touched herself but she refrained herself from opening her mouth because, again, who is she to miss her lord?
“M-my lord,” she pleads instead, stepping backwards until the edge of the desk digs her back, eyes watering despite herself as he makes his way closer to her. He bends down and looks right to her eyes, her back bends in a painful angle until she has to support herself with her elbows. “Please have mercy, my lord I- I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, please have mercy,” she babbles, the fear of him throwing her out of the kingdom suffocates her. She has a duty to uphold and honor to serve and she doesn’t want to leave Havernann - she realizes on that second - because not being in Havernann means she can never meet her lord no more and that sticks a blade to her heart. “Please don’t send me away, I don’t want to go.”
He freezes at her last words as his eyes widen before hoisting her up the desk and lies her back flat to the desk. “Who says anything about sending you away?” he asks with the same cold tone, albeit now she finds a trace of amusement in it. Did her lord just played with her? What is happening?
“B-but he said,” she argues but immediately shuts her mouth up when he parts her legs and drags her down the surface of the desk by her ankle so that her buttcheeks are hanging off the edge of it, supported by his hands on her hips.
“Now,” he traps her wrists above her head in a bruising grip and holds her jaw with his other hand, her legs scrambling to stay upright and winds their way around his hips instead. He looks back to her locked ankle behind his back and snorts as he looks back at her. “Always so needy, so eager. Really, Lu Han, were you born just for me to fuck your tight little hole?”
She shakes her head weakly, hating herself for being so pliant under his body, letting herself to slowly submit to the man above her. What is wrong with her? Her mind is so caught up and she can’t help but to let out a trail of tear from the corner of her eyes. He notices it and licks his way up the trail instead, her eyes shutting up tightly as his tongue touches her eyelid.
“Answer me,” he orders, fingers tightening around her jaw and she lets out another whimper out of pain and anxiety. “I- I don’t-,” she cries out as he grips tighter and grinds his rock hard length through the fabric of his trousers straight to her naked, dripping core.
“Really… very well, looks like you need to be taught some lesson,” he released the grip he has on her jaw and she parts her mouth because it hurts, her jaw hurts so bad but it only makes her wetter and dripping even more to the floor, each drip sounds like a humiliating laugh to her ears.
His grip on her wrists loosen as he tries to undo the knots to his trousers but she didn’t have the guts to move her hands from above her head. With a few fumbles he lets his shaft out for her to see, and she scolds herself for looking because-
“Oh, oh god,” she cries out as he enters her with no further ado, hips snapping into her with a bruising force. Her body cries with surprise and her walls burn with the impossible stretch, her two fingers from earlier were nothing compared to this and she keens high, arching her back off the desk to ease the burn.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t take it, you always do,” he breathes out as he slams into her again, hips changing his angle with a couple of thrusts. “Good girls can take it, prove yourself to me.”
So Lu Han tries to shut the pain out and sucks it in like a good girl she knows she is, but now without a few sobs in between her broken whimpers and moans.
He takes his hold off her hands when her spine goes rigid in pleasure, his length hitting that one spot she tried so hard to reach and it blinds her, the pain forgotten right away. She clutches the edge of the desk instead so that she won’t fly off the desk with the power of his thrusts, and to anchor herself because his hands on her hips keep on dragging her body down to meet every slap of his thighs to the back of hers.
Unconsciously tightening her lock on his lower back she lifts her hips off the desk, mind far too gone to even realize what she’s doing, her neck thrown back to reveal her smooth, pale juncture of her neck. A sharp bite to her collarbone reminds her of what he always laments on every morning; the marks of a warrior she adores have long fade away when he was not there to renew them. Sparks of pleasure clouds her entire being and her cries turns into whines and mewls, knowing that she will reach her peak soon.
She begs to her lord with her eyes, to his face that’s dripping down with sweat and eyes so dark with his need for her, and he thrusts even deeper in response. His silent permission cuts the ties of her sanity in an instant, her body is trembling with so much emotion that she doesn’t know how to distinguish one to another.
He keeps on ramming into her through her high and she tightens her walls around him, calling out his name in a breathless whimper, hips canting up to meet his and lets out another moaned out voice of his name, and he is gone just like that; waves of warmth are filling her up fully to the brim. He shallowly rides his orgasm before placing his elbows on the sides of her shoulder, his eyes studying her with such ferocity that she recoils slightly in his hold.
“I- forgive me- it won’t happen again- please don’t hate me please don’t send me away-,” she rambles on, tears are back to her eyes and threatening to break off the dam but he just moves away from her wordlessly after a while, pulling himself out of her before using a towel from a stack by the desk before cleaning himself up, tucking his softening cock back into the ties of his trousers.
With his trademark silence he wipes her a bit sloppily before stepping back to see how his seed drips to the stone floor from her slightly gaping opening, fingers sliding in to brush that bundle of nerves a few times until she keens from the back of her throat before pulling out completely, wiping his hands off the slick and sticky substance.
He slides her off the desk and holds her elbow steady when her legs buckling under her, trying to find her balance before fixing her dress and hair.
“I’m sure the guards are having the hardest time of their lives right now, wondering what they can do to you to hear your loud, whiny moans,” he says nonchalantly with a chuckle, and she flushes even deeper. She really has to control her mouth and her voice. Gods can today be more embarrassing than this??
She looks up to protest and to say that she will try to fix her habits but he looks like he is contemplating, as if he’s trying to say something but is holding himself back.
“My lord?” she asks, her voice a mere whisper after all her rambling and screams.
“You were good,” he says instead after a few beats of silence, stepping off her personal space before calling the maids in to clean the room up. Now she notices that the room smells heavily of sex (now she knows how it smells like) and her hand twitches at the knowledge. Her lord has just taken her in his study chamber and it seems like he has just got back home not even half a day ago but he was asking for her and her mind is spinning with too much information. This seems to be a common occurrence now that she notices it. Havernann is so weird.
And of course, she thinks as she ducks her head down when the guards are escorting her out with their own flushes visible on their necks and ears, his approval of her actions sends her to cloud nine, like how the book she read yesterday described. She doesn't know how flying feels like, but perhaps the feeling of his soft lips or fingertips on her skin is the closest to it.
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a/n
sorry sorry SORRY for the super late update, the series was supposed to be updated sooner but sobs. i know, i'm at fault, dont kill me.
and i might not be able to reply all of your comment at once so forgive me. i will reply back, i promise. i love you guys hehe, thanks for putting up with me ;;
AND AS ALWAYS. beta, anyone? like pretty please? :"-)
AUTHOR: geraldinedragon
RATING: NC-17
LENGTH: 2.5k~
WARNING: unbeta-ed, graphic sex, medieval!au
PAIRINGS: Kris/girl!LuHan
SUMMARY: “Leave us,” he orders without lifting his head up when she stumbles into the chamber. “And do not disturb us unless it is of dire importance.”
a/n: part of this series. i do not own a dozen of leprechauns as i am allergic to stupidity.
Lu Han walks timidly down the hall, letting the guards lead her through twists and turns. This is her first time going out of her chamber after she was taken to Havernann. She almost heaves a sigh of freedom when she finds that long, stone halls can be so relaxing when she knows when to look.
Why would she be taken to her lord’s study chamber? Does it mean that he came back before she knew it? But why didn’t he visit her? But wait, why should he? Stupid Lu Han, she curses herself for the umpteenth time that week. Qian didn’t tell her anything as well so… she doesn’t know what to think of this and what to think of the whole… thing. Her itch is still there between her legs, the fire never really subside and she prays that it won’t sip through the cloth of her dress. That would be so embarrassing.
They turn on another alcove before they stop in front of two wooden doors, larger than the ones to her own chamber. So this is the entrance to the studies, she marvels. She has always wanted her own study, and her father finally relented on her fourteenth birthday. She hauled up all her favourite books from the library to the shelves and made her own make-shift personal heaven. Now she really misses home, she sighs. Maybe if she acts well and continues to be so her lord will give her the mercy to have her own space for books. Just a shelf in her chamber is enough. Her own study room is even better, but she knows to not dream or ask for too much. Baby steps.
She is taken off her daze when the door opens (she doesn’t even realize that the greetings have been made, she needs to work on her hearing skills), but she is soon taken to another daze because her lord is there, in his ever so proper clothing as casual as a king of Havernann can wear, sitting on his desk with a quill on his hand.
“Leave us,” he orders without lifting his head up when she stumbles into the chamber. “And do not disturb us unless it is of dire importance.”
The guards chorus an as His Highness pleases before stepping out of the chamber and closing the door behind her. She swears her legs are turning into jellies right now because his tone is so, so stern and it seems like he’s angry for something but she doesn’t know why and she doesn’t want to make him angry, she never does, but why is he angry- and is he angry at her??
“Come closer,” he says again, taking another parchment and scribbling his quill on the corner of the paper. Must be signatures for treaties and what not but that’s not the point because she is so, so scared and she feels like hyperventilating right now.
Her body moves in auto-pilot and her legs pad soundlessly until she’s in front of his big, sturdy mahogany desk. Her fingers are trying to rip each other off their respective knuckles in nervousness and she bites her lower lip, unsure of what to do or what to say. She settles with a meek “yes, my lord?” training her eyes on the beautiful carvings on the surface of the table.
“Thirteen nights,” he started, still scribbling down his signature down to rolls and rolls of parchment, eyes reading the clauses on each of them once in a while. “I was away for thirteen nights, correct?”
“Y-yes,” she mumbles out, her toes curling inside her soft slippers. Why does her heart always beat like it’s going to break her ribcage whenever he’s around?
“What have you done along those thirteen nights?” he says, not asks. She doesn’t know how to reply. “I heard things and let’s see if they match with what you will say.”
“I- I usually keep myself to the chamber my lord has provided for me,” she starts unsurely, glancing at him and trying to form her words in the most honest yet not embarrassing answer. “My lord didn’t say anything about going out of the chamber while he’s away so I didn’t. A-and Jia brought me books from the library, some of them are what I usually read back ho-,” she stops her words when his cold eyes are staring right into her.
Stupid Lu Han, stupid, stupid good for nothing Lu Han. “Back in Artheria,” she finishes, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“Is that so,” he responds as he rolls the parchments on his desk and ties them neatly, placing them on a metal container by the feet of the desk. “What kind of books?”
“Uhm, just this and that,” she answers, but his eyes are back to their zero degree coldness and she shivers, forcing herself to continue. “Fantasy, theology, astronomy, and uhm, romance…?” she mutters out loud enough for him to hear. Though she knows that her choices of books have always been… odd but her teacher encourages her to read them despite his mother’s protests.
“Interesting,” he hums, finally clearing his table and puts down his quill on its protector box and snaps the lid of the ink vial shut before placing them into one of the drawers. Now his desk is clear from its previous mountain of parchment rolls. “Does any of them tells you the story of a princess who dirties her own hands because she just can’t wait?”
Her breath is caught on her throat and she takes a step back in reflex. Her mind screams at her for being so STUPID WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID OF COURSE IT WAS HIM oh gods out of all days he has to come to her chamber today and- she moans in agony inside her head and lets out a whimper in real life instead.
“I-,” she panics and shakes her head in mortification. “Forgive me, my lord, I- it was-“
“Did any of them teach you on how to be an insolent prisoner and defy my orders?” he quietly slides off his chair and goes around the table to circle her, his eyes trained at her the entire time. She feels like crying right now. “Because as far as I remember I didn’t say anything about letting you… to touch yourself when I was away.”
“N-no, my lord,” her voice quivers, her legs threatening to give up on her in any moment. “I’m sorry m-my lord it w-won’t happen again.”
“How can I trust you? You have been… bad, to say the least. Disobedient,” he steps closer to her and she turns around, trying to explain that no, she didn’t mean to defy his orders she was just missing him and his touches so that’s why she touched herself but she refrained herself from opening her mouth because, again, who is she to miss her lord?
“M-my lord,” she pleads instead, stepping backwards until the edge of the desk digs her back, eyes watering despite herself as he makes his way closer to her. He bends down and looks right to her eyes, her back bends in a painful angle until she has to support herself with her elbows. “Please have mercy, my lord I- I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, please have mercy,” she babbles, the fear of him throwing her out of the kingdom suffocates her. She has a duty to uphold and honor to serve and she doesn’t want to leave Havernann - she realizes on that second - because not being in Havernann means she can never meet her lord no more and that sticks a blade to her heart. “Please don’t send me away, I don’t want to go.”
He freezes at her last words as his eyes widen before hoisting her up the desk and lies her back flat to the desk. “Who says anything about sending you away?” he asks with the same cold tone, albeit now she finds a trace of amusement in it. Did her lord just played with her? What is happening?
“B-but he said,” she argues but immediately shuts her mouth up when he parts her legs and drags her down the surface of the desk by her ankle so that her buttcheeks are hanging off the edge of it, supported by his hands on her hips.
“Now,” he traps her wrists above her head in a bruising grip and holds her jaw with his other hand, her legs scrambling to stay upright and winds their way around his hips instead. He looks back to her locked ankle behind his back and snorts as he looks back at her. “Always so needy, so eager. Really, Lu Han, were you born just for me to fuck your tight little hole?”
She shakes her head weakly, hating herself for being so pliant under his body, letting herself to slowly submit to the man above her. What is wrong with her? Her mind is so caught up and she can’t help but to let out a trail of tear from the corner of her eyes. He notices it and licks his way up the trail instead, her eyes shutting up tightly as his tongue touches her eyelid.
“Answer me,” he orders, fingers tightening around her jaw and she lets out another whimper out of pain and anxiety. “I- I don’t-,” she cries out as he grips tighter and grinds his rock hard length through the fabric of his trousers straight to her naked, dripping core.
“Really… very well, looks like you need to be taught some lesson,” he released the grip he has on her jaw and she parts her mouth because it hurts, her jaw hurts so bad but it only makes her wetter and dripping even more to the floor, each drip sounds like a humiliating laugh to her ears.
His grip on her wrists loosen as he tries to undo the knots to his trousers but she didn’t have the guts to move her hands from above her head. With a few fumbles he lets his shaft out for her to see, and she scolds herself for looking because-
“Oh, oh god,” she cries out as he enters her with no further ado, hips snapping into her with a bruising force. Her body cries with surprise and her walls burn with the impossible stretch, her two fingers from earlier were nothing compared to this and she keens high, arching her back off the desk to ease the burn.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t take it, you always do,” he breathes out as he slams into her again, hips changing his angle with a couple of thrusts. “Good girls can take it, prove yourself to me.”
So Lu Han tries to shut the pain out and sucks it in like a good girl she knows she is, but now without a few sobs in between her broken whimpers and moans.
He takes his hold off her hands when her spine goes rigid in pleasure, his length hitting that one spot she tried so hard to reach and it blinds her, the pain forgotten right away. She clutches the edge of the desk instead so that she won’t fly off the desk with the power of his thrusts, and to anchor herself because his hands on her hips keep on dragging her body down to meet every slap of his thighs to the back of hers.
Unconsciously tightening her lock on his lower back she lifts her hips off the desk, mind far too gone to even realize what she’s doing, her neck thrown back to reveal her smooth, pale juncture of her neck. A sharp bite to her collarbone reminds her of what he always laments on every morning; the marks of a warrior she adores have long fade away when he was not there to renew them. Sparks of pleasure clouds her entire being and her cries turns into whines and mewls, knowing that she will reach her peak soon.
She begs to her lord with her eyes, to his face that’s dripping down with sweat and eyes so dark with his need for her, and he thrusts even deeper in response. His silent permission cuts the ties of her sanity in an instant, her body is trembling with so much emotion that she doesn’t know how to distinguish one to another.
He keeps on ramming into her through her high and she tightens her walls around him, calling out his name in a breathless whimper, hips canting up to meet his and lets out another moaned out voice of his name, and he is gone just like that; waves of warmth are filling her up fully to the brim. He shallowly rides his orgasm before placing his elbows on the sides of her shoulder, his eyes studying her with such ferocity that she recoils slightly in his hold.
“I- forgive me- it won’t happen again- please don’t hate me please don’t send me away-,” she rambles on, tears are back to her eyes and threatening to break off the dam but he just moves away from her wordlessly after a while, pulling himself out of her before using a towel from a stack by the desk before cleaning himself up, tucking his softening cock back into the ties of his trousers.
With his trademark silence he wipes her a bit sloppily before stepping back to see how his seed drips to the stone floor from her slightly gaping opening, fingers sliding in to brush that bundle of nerves a few times until she keens from the back of her throat before pulling out completely, wiping his hands off the slick and sticky substance.
He slides her off the desk and holds her elbow steady when her legs buckling under her, trying to find her balance before fixing her dress and hair.
“I’m sure the guards are having the hardest time of their lives right now, wondering what they can do to you to hear your loud, whiny moans,” he says nonchalantly with a chuckle, and she flushes even deeper. She really has to control her mouth and her voice. Gods can today be more embarrassing than this??
She looks up to protest and to say that she will try to fix her habits but he looks like he is contemplating, as if he’s trying to say something but is holding himself back.
“My lord?” she asks, her voice a mere whisper after all her rambling and screams.
“You were good,” he says instead after a few beats of silence, stepping off her personal space before calling the maids in to clean the room up. Now she notices that the room smells heavily of sex (now she knows how it smells like) and her hand twitches at the knowledge. Her lord has just taken her in his study chamber and it seems like he has just got back home not even half a day ago but he was asking for her and her mind is spinning with too much information. This seems to be a common occurrence now that she notices it. Havernann is so weird.
And of course, she thinks as she ducks her head down when the guards are escorting her out with their own flushes visible on their necks and ears, his approval of her actions sends her to cloud nine, like how the book she read yesterday described. She doesn't know how flying feels like, but perhaps the feeling of his soft lips or fingertips on her skin is the closest to it.
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a/n
sorry sorry SORRY for the super late update, the series was supposed to be updated sooner but sobs. i know, i'm at fault, dont kill me.
and i might not be able to reply all of your comment at once so forgive me. i will reply back, i promise. i love you guys hehe, thanks for putting up with me ;;
AND AS ALWAYS. beta, anyone? like pretty please? :"-)