The Exarch & the Errand Girl Ch. 18

Bare moments passed before Yvain grunted.

"Hells and dragon's bells, an end to this," he snarled. He grabbed her hand away, pinning it to the desk, then plunged forward, his other hand gripping her waist to keep her snug to him.

Rouran let out her own cacophony of cursing as he filled her. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, corralling his movements to very narrow, quick bursts, while the hand that had escaped Yvain's grasp ran rapid strokes across her clit. Her chest heaved, her back arching, and Yvain let out another snarl, but this one was more urgent, hungry. His grip released her, and he touched her face, his body curled over her so that his forehead was against hers as he drove himself into her, so that she could feel the heat and the sweat emanating off him. She reached up and grabbed his hair, gripping tightly at the back of his neck, her moans and curses filling the air.

The dam burst for both of them, and whenever Rouran would think on the moment in the future, she would never be able to recall whether her climax had caused Yvain's, or his had caused hers. What she did recall was the ecstasy washing over her, deafening her to the world, until she was called back by a gentle throbbing that she realized was not her heart, but Yvain's cock pumping inside her.

When she looked up, he was bracing himself on the desk over her, quaking as he came.

"I was very stressed," she noted, as he finally shuddered through the last of his pleasure and withdrew before it became unbearable. "What's your excuse?"

"I guess I must have missed you," he said.

Rouran smiled at him. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and as she did, she felt his cum sliding out of her.

"You've made a terrible mess," she said.

"I could clean it up, if you wish," he said.

"With wha—" began Rouran, but Yvain simply dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. His hands gripped the sides of her buttocks, pulling her to the edge of the desk to give him more space to work without bumping his chin.

She gasped as his tongue stroked up along her cum-filled pussy, going over and over, building her up until finally it slipped up far enough to find her clit, pushing slow, small strokes against her. She moaned, her hands wrapping down and squeezing around his head, her thighs against Yvain's cheeks.

He took one hand off her ass, using his shoulder to take the burden, stretching his arm up along her side, his palm running across her hips, along her ribs, until it found her breast, kneading and pulling on her. She wrapped her own hand through his fingers, guiding them up further to her mouth, sucking on the very tips, which was as far as Yvain could reach them up her body. When his hand returned to her breasts, his dampened fingers sent shivers down her spine as they stroked across her nipple.

Her pleasure built in a predictable pattern this time, eked out of her by Yvain's tongue. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes closed, swearing viciously. Yvain chuckled down between her legs at the vitriol, and she cursed him sharply for breaking his pattern, even as the vibrations of his voice in her pussy made her shudder.

The disruption was only momentary, though, as Yvain quickly found his place. She took his other hand off her buttock, weaving her fingers into his, her fingertips running across his knuckles.

Yvain broke her focus on their hands by shifting his chin slightly, and Rouran shuddered, drawn back to the presence of his tongue against her clit. Her hand left her chest, grabbing the top of Yvain's head, guiding his mouth until he found the most pleasurable spot to manipulate her, gratified to find he understood perfectly that she was squeezing his head tighter because she wanted him to increase his pressure in turn.

Her second climax reached out and grasped her, pulling all her muscles taught, and she shouted her curses at him, then rolled her thigh over his head and slipped, unsteadily off the desk to her feet.

Yvain stood with her, smiling, his face a mess. She reached up and kissed him, tasting herself and his cum on his lips. His hands wrapped around her waist, but she pushed him away, sinking down to her knees in front of him.

By the time she reached his waist, she could see his cock was hardening again in front of her, and when she gripped the shaft, it hardened still further.

Which was nothing compared to how hard it felt as she pushed herself down it until her nose was tickled by the soft hairs above the base. She pulled back, gasping for air, a trickle of spit connecting her to him, and looked up into his eyes, staring deeply at her. If she hadn't been naked already, she would've felt undressed by it.

Rouran threw herself back into her work, plunging up and down Yvain's cock, her eyes flicking up to check on him every couple of moments to make sure he was watching her. Eventually his legs began to lose their strength, and he negotiated her around until he was sitting against the edge of her desk, which let her in turn grip his hands against the wood as she repeatedly swallowed his entire length.

"Up," he gasped, after some time against the desk. He pried his hand free, then pulled her by her shortened hair off his cock. "Up."

Rouran stood, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in. Her hands ran across his shoulders and his cheeks and she kissed him for a moment before he turned his head and kissed across her cleavage.

The tenderness of the moment was shattered when Yvain spun her around sharply. He kept one hand around her elbow, and the other fell to her lower back, pushing her slightly, so that she bent slightly, and he pulled her back so that she pushed into his lap. His hand came off her back, lifting his cock as he pulled, impaling her on his thick, hardened length.

Rouran groaned as he pushed between her folds. She bumped into his waist, then lifted forward herself, pumping herself up and down on him. She put one hand on his knee, bracing herself as she stayed bent over, and Yvain let go of her arm, letting her brace herself with two hands. His hands went to the desk, and she felt his hips lift off it, thrusting up into her.

They kept this place for a moment, before Yvain cursed.

"I need more," he gasped.

He straightened himself, being sure to keep his cock buried inside Rouran, then took her by the elbows and walked her over to the bookshelves that lined the wall behind the desk, not so fast that she'd trip, but with a haste all the same. He pushed her up against the shelves, and Rouran turned her head so that she could rest them on the spines of the books, and so that she could see Yvain.

He drove up into her, over and over, his knees bent to get his angle right, each thrust feeling like it would lift her off her feet, throwing her into the shelf to nestle there against the books, an obscene volume for him to fuck whenever he chose. He let go of her elbows and she pushed back on the shelf, taking some of the roughness off his thrusts. His hands ran up her spine, and one slipped along the side of her face until his thumb was in her mouth and she was sucking on it hard as he continued to fuck her in kind.

Rouran moaned around the digit as his strokes lengthened, and he withdrew it.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

"Not so high in your office now," Yvain laughed.

"N-oh!" she breathed as he drove deep into her in the middle of the syllable. "Vash damn, no."

"The mighty Exarch of Tia Vashil getting fucked against her bookshelf by a lowly Guard Sergeant, dirty from patrol."

"Not so dirty," she moaned.

"No," he agreed. "Not that that would've stopped you from begging for it."

"Ordered it."

"Begged," he whispered in her ear. To punctuate his point, he withdrew as far as he could without his cock fully leaving her, holding it there until she whimpered and tried to move her hips to slip him back in. "It only sounded like an order to your ear."

"I could order you to come for me," she said, as he began to thrust again.

"You could beg for it," he told her.

"Come for me, Sergeant," she said.

"Beg," he grunted, but his pace was beginning to pick up.

"I order you to fill my cunt with your cum," she told him.

"Beg," he gasped.

She pushed back against the wall, Yvain's cock slipping forward, nearly coming out of her. In a moment, it had slipped out, down between her thighs, and Yvain stepped back as Rouran turned around. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into him, his hands trailing down her thighs and she leapt up as he pulled her, slamming her back into the shelves. Rouran knew her back might regret this later, but supported between Yvain's hips and the shelves it seemed inconsequential in the moment. It was of even less concern when Yvain's cock plunged into her.

She wrapped her hands around his head, pulling at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as her entire weight rested on his waist, his cocked embedded so deeply it felt a part of her.

She felt the ridges of his ear as she pressed her lips to them.

"Come for me, Yvain," she hissed.

Yvain gave a groan of frustration and she felt him burst, smiling to herself at her victory, using her feet to gain more purchase and squeeze him tighter, getting another groan. He kissed her, then bit her neck, grunting as he did.

She hung there, suspended in the air as his cock pulsed over and over inside her again, both of them moaning, and then she turned his face to hers, kissing him, letting his tongue push its way inside her mouth until she broke it, gasping for air.

He turned around, carrying her with him, still riding on his cock, until he placed her softly down on top of her desk. She moaned, arching slightly, as he slipped out of her and collapsed in the Exarch's chair.

They spoke no words, both of them breathing heavily, except for the occasional laugh or sigh of relief.

"Do you love me, Rouran?" asked Yvain, when the euphoria had passed.

Rouran propped herself up on her elbows, staring over at him. She drank in his body, the sweat clinging to it, the muscles in his arms and chest and legs as he sat in her chair, looking up at her on the desk.

Something stirred in her for Yvain, that much was obvious, she knew. She felt a possessiveness when he looked at others, a warmth when he looked at her. And yet, there were things about him that she would never warm to. There was an edge to his manner that always seemed, to her, just plain mean. That reminded her of Naklas, in a way.

"I don't know," she said, eventually.

Yvain's face was expressionless.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked.

His gaze shifted away from her, his eyes peering off into the corner of the room before making a long journey back to hers.

"I think so," he admitted. "But I think it's my pride, not my heart."

"Your pride?"

"Yes. I think I would've been quite proud, having a woman such as you fall in love with me."

"So, I'm a prize to be won?" Rouran asked. Her tone was sharper than she'd intended, as though the words had cut their way out.

Yvain laughed.

"You always assume the worst of me," he said.

"You always say the worst things," she said.

"I think you're very honest, Rouran vai Metil," said Yvain. "Is that the worst?"

"It depends on how you mean," said Rouran.

"I mean that you could've just said, 'yes' or 'no,' when I asked you if you loved me. You could've made me madly happy or broken my heart. But instead you said how you really felt, and now I have to struggle with that."

"You love me," she said.

"I think so," said Yvain. "Or maybe I love the idea of you and I love fucking you, and then the times like these make me consider, do I really want a woman who is so honest?"

"There, I knew it was an insult."

Yvain shook his head and looked away, looking closer at the room. Rouran saw it dawning on him, then where they were. On the wall was some ancient map of the Metropolises, the space beyond to the west simply marked "Dragon Clans," and an etching of a wyrm. A tapestry hung showing the Five Noble Heroes at the gate, holding it against the horde of the first invasion. A sculpture of a Sorcerer, marked by their chain of office, twisting water and fire out of the air. He was sitting at the center of his city's history, his city's heart.

All of it now personified in her, Rouran vai Metil, sitting upright on the middle of her desk, naked save for her jewelry. And the Exarch's diadem.

"This can't work, can it?" he asked.

"Me as Exarch?" asked Rouran. "I suppose it had better. If it doesn't, I guess I'll end up like Lord Cail."

Yvain laughed in spite of himself.

"No, I meant us. A Guard Sergeant and his Exarch?"

Rouran didn't look him in the eyes. She stared at his chest, considering his words. Finally she stood and made her way across the room to him. She watched the way his eyes followed the sway of her hips, the gentle movement of her breasts, the muscles shifting in her thighs, how, finally his gaze lifted to hers when she paused in front of him.

"I don't think so, Yvain. But not because you're a sergeant and and I'm the Exarch. Because...when I imagine the face of the man I might marry next...it's not you. You are handsome, and I think you're a good person, for the most part, and—to be honest—I find your cock distractingly wonderful. But you are not the love of my life, and you never will be."

"Then who is?" asked Yvain. His face had turned to stone, his brow thick and troubled.

"I don't know. I haven't met him."

"I could become him," offered Yvain. "I'm not so set in my ways that I can't change."

"Oh, my dear Sergeant," said Rouran, shaking her head. She reached a hand out to cup his face, and he held her wrist as she ran her thumb over his cheek. "I don't know that you can."

Yvain looked away from her, pulling her hand away from his face.

"Do I mean so little to you?"

She almost slapped him again, but instead she pulled his head around to look at her.

"Don't confuse yourself, Yvain. That you don't mean the world to me doesn't mean that you don't mean a great deal to me. I wouldn't have called you here if you meant nothing.

"And I can tell you one thing I am absolutely sure of," she said, lowering her head to kiss softly at his ear.

"What's that?" asked Yvain. One hand slid to her waist, resting gently on the curve of her hips. The other stroked the side of her breast. She reached a hand down between his legs, finding his cock hardening in her grasp, despite the two times he'd just gone.

"As far as the immediate future goes," she said, lifting his cock up at her. She sank down into the chair with him, shuddering slightly as his shaft filled her. "I don't think we'll have trouble making it work."

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Outside, the two Guards who had been tasked with watching the Exarch's door shifted uncomfortably at their posts, staring straight ahead, and saying nothing.