[fic] [FE7] Red Wings [NC-17] [Karel/Lyn]
Title: Red Wings
Fandom: Fire Emblem 7
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s (if applicable): Karel/Lyn
Summary: Karel's bloodlust isn't picky.
Warnings: period!sex, cunnilingus, very NSFW
Other Comments: Done for the kink meme, an obviousanon requester because I know her. It's not my first smut but apparently it's one of my best, so I might as well lead with it! Hope you enjoy!
Lyn had tried not to let her weakness show for pride and morale's sake. Her body's natural cycle was sapping her speed and energy, though, and she had narrowly avoided losing her head to an axe in the last battle. Mark had flagged her down and they had discussed the matter-- and, despite her arguments that she was still a capable warrior, he asked that she sit this one out. She had, at the least, convinced him to let her patrol the camp for intruders while the battle raged.
She was making her second pass by the heavily-forested side of camp when she froze and her hand fell to the sword at her side. Something had moved -- someone was-
"Draw your sword, daughter of the plains, and you may not live to sheath it again."
A swordsman stepped out of the shadows of the trees, his own blade glistening with blood. Lyn was prepared for battle until recognition dawned-- Karel, a fellow Sacaen. In his off hand he was holding the mangled bodies of what once must have been woodland creatures-- rabbits, judging by the size. Three of them.
"Karel," she murmured, relaxing some. She wouldn't drop her guard, not yet -- the already-eccentric man was given to bouts of dangerous insanity, and she wasn't going to let her body's weakness addle her brains. "Must you always... appear so suddenly? And why the..." She motioned to the dripping bodies hanging from his hand.
He raised them and looked at them idly, like he hadn't realized they were there and didn't particularly care either way, before setting them on the ground and working to clean his blade.
"Rabbit stew for supper tonight," he said as though that answered both her questions.
As he finished cleaning the blood from his blade and sheathed it, he was silent. He spoke again after a few moments, his voice low and rough as though the words were difficult to force out.
"I have a request to make, Lyndis. I have been kept from battle for days, now, and my whole being thirsts for blood."
Lyn started slightly, despite herself. That was- well, abrupt. But Karel never was one for pussyfooting about the situation, was he?
"And you're making this request of me... for what reason?"
In an instant, Karel was almost uncomfortably close to her, just short of leering, teeth bared in an animal grin.
"I am not blind to your situation, Lyndis. Your scent is hypnotic; you've been tempting me for days, and now I finally have you in private."
She wasn't frightened, though she was loathe to let her guard down around this man, even for a second. But she was rattled. Was he asking -- no, of course not. She was unclean in this state, at least to the men she'd been with before.
"And what is it you're asking of me, Sword Demon?" She murmured, shoulders back and green eyes proud. She tensed as his hand pressed to her belly, sliding slowly downwards until his hand was just barely cupped against her, pressing the fabric against her skin.
"Nothing more than a taste. Slake my thirst for blood, prevent the madness from overtaking me, and in return I give you pleasure. Do we have an agreement, Lyndis?"
"I --" The plainswoman paused for a moment, curious. She- she knew there were ways to ease the pain and discomfort of her... condition, but to offer herself so readily to a man...?
She placed one strong hand over his and tugged him towards the trees, making her decision faster than she had thought she would.
"In the trees, come now -- I don't want this done where prying eyes can see."
He followed eagerly; she could see the spark light in his gold eyes, she watched as his nostrils flared slightly. She even thought his breathing had quickened for a moment, but she blinked and it was gone, leaving just the light in his eyes to show any difference in his emotion.
She paused once they were deep enough to be out of the line of sight for bystanders and had to stifle a bark of surprise as she was pressed back against a nearby tree. She fell silent as the Sword Demon went to work.
And work he did; he sank down to his knees and in mere moments calloused fingers tugged down her undergarments, exposing damp, sensitive flesh to cool air. She bit back a gasp.
The glance Karel gave her at that sound-- the slight arch of his eyebrow as he looked at her, made her flush slightly. Did the man... even know how to pleasure a woman? True, he was an amazing swordsman -- but skill with one blade did not promise skill with the other.
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow as he lifted the front of her dress and almost reverently swept it aside, tucking it into her belt more gently than she'd expected him capable of. But her thoughts were cut off, for the moment, as he nudged her legs apart with the same gentleness and closed in.
Chapped lips pressed against sensitive skin, sucking gently at her clit for a moment before she felt his hot tongue stroking along the inside of her folds. Each slow lick was deliberate, cleaning and -- she imagined -- relishing with each pass. As he moved down, lower, she felt his tongue tracing her entrance, sliding inside --
Lyn had to keep from moving her hips as she felt his tongue moving inside her, those same deliberate strokes working her inner walls. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise of a moan and rested her head against the tree.
She could feel his strokes slowing and was preparing herself for him to stand and declare their escapade over when she felt a finger enter her. She gasped in surprise, pressing the hand tighter to her mouth as she trembled. Another finger slid in and then she felt them stroking with the deliberate motions his tongue had used before, only this time -- this time they reached deeper.
She could still feel his tongue moving against her every so often, but for now- for now it was as though his focus was on milking every drop of blood from inside her body. And yet- even though he didn't seem focused on her at the moment, Lyn couldn't help but pant, moan softly. The intensity with which he was focusing combined with the movements of his fingers made her tremble slightly, made heat flare up along her body.
She was just about to bark an order to carry on when she felt his lips against her clit again, sucking, and the movements of his fingers grew more focused. A wave of heat went through her body and, instead of a barked order, she let out a muffled moan. Ohh, so close --
The steady, determined strokes continued and soon she was arching against the tree, eyes closed as she cried out, the sound muffled by the hand over her mouth.
She fell back against the tree weakly, panting, face tinted red from her climax. Green eyes met gold as Karel stood, mouth still stained red, and cleaned his fingers with slow licks.
"You have my gratitude, daughter of the plains."
And then, without another word, he was gone -- disappeared back into the forest, or to retrieve the rabbits, or -- well, she wasn't particularly focused on details. She was still feeling aftershocks, ghosts of the man's fingers inside her.
Fandom: Fire Emblem 7
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s (if applicable): Karel/Lyn
Summary: Karel's bloodlust isn't picky.
Warnings: period!sex, cunnilingus, very NSFW
Other Comments: Done for the kink meme, an obviousanon requester because I know her. It's not my first smut but apparently it's one of my best, so I might as well lead with it! Hope you enjoy!
Lyn had tried not to let her weakness show for pride and morale's sake. Her body's natural cycle was sapping her speed and energy, though, and she had narrowly avoided losing her head to an axe in the last battle. Mark had flagged her down and they had discussed the matter-- and, despite her arguments that she was still a capable warrior, he asked that she sit this one out. She had, at the least, convinced him to let her patrol the camp for intruders while the battle raged.
She was making her second pass by the heavily-forested side of camp when she froze and her hand fell to the sword at her side. Something had moved -- someone was-
"Draw your sword, daughter of the plains, and you may not live to sheath it again."
A swordsman stepped out of the shadows of the trees, his own blade glistening with blood. Lyn was prepared for battle until recognition dawned-- Karel, a fellow Sacaen. In his off hand he was holding the mangled bodies of what once must have been woodland creatures-- rabbits, judging by the size. Three of them.
"Karel," she murmured, relaxing some. She wouldn't drop her guard, not yet -- the already-eccentric man was given to bouts of dangerous insanity, and she wasn't going to let her body's weakness addle her brains. "Must you always... appear so suddenly? And why the..." She motioned to the dripping bodies hanging from his hand.
He raised them and looked at them idly, like he hadn't realized they were there and didn't particularly care either way, before setting them on the ground and working to clean his blade.
"Rabbit stew for supper tonight," he said as though that answered both her questions.
As he finished cleaning the blood from his blade and sheathed it, he was silent. He spoke again after a few moments, his voice low and rough as though the words were difficult to force out.
"I have a request to make, Lyndis. I have been kept from battle for days, now, and my whole being thirsts for blood."
Lyn started slightly, despite herself. That was- well, abrupt. But Karel never was one for pussyfooting about the situation, was he?
"And you're making this request of me... for what reason?"
In an instant, Karel was almost uncomfortably close to her, just short of leering, teeth bared in an animal grin.
"I am not blind to your situation, Lyndis. Your scent is hypnotic; you've been tempting me for days, and now I finally have you in private."
She wasn't frightened, though she was loathe to let her guard down around this man, even for a second. But she was rattled. Was he asking -- no, of course not. She was unclean in this state, at least to the men she'd been with before.
"And what is it you're asking of me, Sword Demon?" She murmured, shoulders back and green eyes proud. She tensed as his hand pressed to her belly, sliding slowly downwards until his hand was just barely cupped against her, pressing the fabric against her skin.
"Nothing more than a taste. Slake my thirst for blood, prevent the madness from overtaking me, and in return I give you pleasure. Do we have an agreement, Lyndis?"
"I --" The plainswoman paused for a moment, curious. She- she knew there were ways to ease the pain and discomfort of her... condition, but to offer herself so readily to a man...?
She placed one strong hand over his and tugged him towards the trees, making her decision faster than she had thought she would.
"In the trees, come now -- I don't want this done where prying eyes can see."
He followed eagerly; she could see the spark light in his gold eyes, she watched as his nostrils flared slightly. She even thought his breathing had quickened for a moment, but she blinked and it was gone, leaving just the light in his eyes to show any difference in his emotion.
She paused once they were deep enough to be out of the line of sight for bystanders and had to stifle a bark of surprise as she was pressed back against a nearby tree. She fell silent as the Sword Demon went to work.
And work he did; he sank down to his knees and in mere moments calloused fingers tugged down her undergarments, exposing damp, sensitive flesh to cool air. She bit back a gasp.
The glance Karel gave her at that sound-- the slight arch of his eyebrow as he looked at her, made her flush slightly. Did the man... even know how to pleasure a woman? True, he was an amazing swordsman -- but skill with one blade did not promise skill with the other.
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow as he lifted the front of her dress and almost reverently swept it aside, tucking it into her belt more gently than she'd expected him capable of. But her thoughts were cut off, for the moment, as he nudged her legs apart with the same gentleness and closed in.
Chapped lips pressed against sensitive skin, sucking gently at her clit for a moment before she felt his hot tongue stroking along the inside of her folds. Each slow lick was deliberate, cleaning and -- she imagined -- relishing with each pass. As he moved down, lower, she felt his tongue tracing her entrance, sliding inside --
Lyn had to keep from moving her hips as she felt his tongue moving inside her, those same deliberate strokes working her inner walls. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise of a moan and rested her head against the tree.
She could feel his strokes slowing and was preparing herself for him to stand and declare their escapade over when she felt a finger enter her. She gasped in surprise, pressing the hand tighter to her mouth as she trembled. Another finger slid in and then she felt them stroking with the deliberate motions his tongue had used before, only this time -- this time they reached deeper.
She could still feel his tongue moving against her every so often, but for now- for now it was as though his focus was on milking every drop of blood from inside her body. And yet- even though he didn't seem focused on her at the moment, Lyn couldn't help but pant, moan softly. The intensity with which he was focusing combined with the movements of his fingers made her tremble slightly, made heat flare up along her body.
She was just about to bark an order to carry on when she felt his lips against her clit again, sucking, and the movements of his fingers grew more focused. A wave of heat went through her body and, instead of a barked order, she let out a muffled moan. Ohh, so close --
The steady, determined strokes continued and soon she was arching against the tree, eyes closed as she cried out, the sound muffled by the hand over her mouth.
She fell back against the tree weakly, panting, face tinted red from her climax. Green eyes met gold as Karel stood, mouth still stained red, and cleaned his fingers with slow licks.
"You have my gratitude, daughter of the plains."
And then, without another word, he was gone -- disappeared back into the forest, or to retrieve the rabbits, or -- well, she wasn't particularly focused on details. She was still feeling aftershocks, ghosts of the man's fingers inside her.