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Isabela grinned, "That was an excellent match, you really are a master of the battlefield," she praised as she opened a large chest behind her desk. "I have just the prize for you." She pulls out a folded armour set of dark black supple leather with feathers.
"You could almost mistake this for Crow leathers," Altara comments as she holds it up with a raised eyebrow.
"It does look similar. Where did you get it?" Lucanis asks, still breathing a little heavily from their bout.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out." Isabela winks and crosses her arms. Lucanis shrugs and turns to Altara
"Shall we return to the lighthouse? I can make snacks." he chuckles when Altara's eyes light up
"That sounds amazing." She grins. She loves his cooking.
She LIKES your cooking. Spite pipes up, curling up behind his eyes so he could observe the world, Lucanis smiled to himself.
Spite had become a comforting presence lately, ever since she had helped them reconcile their differences, he realised how much he had misunderstood them. All this time he had been trying to help him, and he had assumed the worst, he almost felt guilty.
Spite purred in his head, Lucanis understands now. He felt a warm feeling in his chest, Spite's approval perhaps. His gaze fell on the armour in Rook's hands, It didnt seem like a lot of material, he was curious what it would look like on her. he kept that thought to himself. Their relationship was still new, he didnt want to make her uncomfortable with his staring, so he looked away.
Altara grinned to herself, she had heard of this armour before, it was called the Invitation, she couldn't wait to try it on and see if it was as scandalous as the rumours said, and perhaps she wanted to see how Lucanis might react, they had kissed a few times, made love only once, she wanted to know what Lucanis was like if he just let go.
He always seemed to hold himself back like he wanted more but was to afraid to take it, it had taken months for him to work up the courage to kiss her, it had taken her cutting her pinkie finger of all things for him to give in and kiss her at last, it had been perfect. She wouldn't change it for the world, but she wanted all of him.
The first time they had made love had been thanks to Spite, he had grown impatient with them tiptoeing around eachother, so when Lucanis had almost kissed her in the pantry, when he had been about to retreat and run from her, Spite interfered and pushed him forward. The moment there lips met it had been like a damn bursting.
Lucanis had practically melted into her and after that it was like everything all at once, all the tension and almost's corelating into an explosive moment of passion, she had not been able to stop thinking about it since, the way he had made her feel, the heat of him made her shiver. he had been semi avoiding her since which confused her.
She supposed that with the recent revelation that Caterina was still alive, with Lucanis going into a full-blown panic to the point where Spite had pulled her into his mind to save him from himself, she couldn't blame him for being a little unsure of himself. But she was ok with that, she would wait for him, he was sweet and caring and nothing like she imagined he would be, he made her happy, he had become a bit of a confidant for her, a rock whenever she doubted her leadership.
They leave the hall through the Eluvian and sigh tiredly, Altara had insisted they compete in the hall of valour as soon as she heard an armour set was up for grabs, Lucanis had found her eagerness endearing, she really was a sight to behold during battle, he had to admit he had gotten a little distracted during some of the matches, especially when she pulled out her daggers.
She rarely got into the thick of it in battle, usually, she preferred to keep her distance and use her throwing daggers and poison darts, but she had a fire in her eyes today. A determination he had not seen in a while. Spite preened, curling around his spine and the back of his ears happily.
Spite liked it when she was determined, he sometimes wondered if he saw a bit of himself in her, a reminder of what he was before Zara twisted his nature against him. he felt a pang of melancholy from Spite at the thought. He pined for it sometimes, he fought against what he had become. Now that they were no longer at odds, he found he understood him more.
"Lucanis, are you ok?" she asks as they walk through the crossroads on their way back to the lighthouse. he smiles at her and lets out a sigh.
"I am fine, Mi vida." She tilts her head at the endearment and grins, stepping closer and taking his hand. he doesn't resist and simply curls his fingers around hers.
They don't say anything else and keep walking. Spite materialised and darted around looking at things as they walked. Lucanis tried not to get distracted, keeping his eyes peeled for danger. The crossroads were not safe. Antaam and Venatori had been spotted recently. They had made headway in cutting them off from the crossroads, but they had one more champion to defeat before they could close the last rift.
They arrived at the Lighthouse without incident, for which they were both thankful. they had worn themselves out in the halls of valour, they had been prepared for combat, of course, but having a peaceful walk through the crossroads for a change was a nice surprise.
"Someone mentioned snacks." Altara grinned, tugging on his arm, he chuckled,
"Of course, why don't you go clean up and I'll make some Churros." Her grin widens at the mention of Churros.
"Yes, sir," She mock salutes before blowing him a kiss and running up the stairs to her room. She wanted to try on her new armour.
Lucanis smiled after her and sighed happily before making his way to the kitchens. Spite circles him excitedly,
Rook, up to something! They growl, sniffing the air. Smells like apples and spice, he purrs, tilting his head. Lucanis chuckles,
"I am sure she is." He pushes open the doors to the kitchen and finds nobody is there, it seems everyone was away on business, which suited him just fine. It would be nice to spend some time with Altara alone for a change.
He busied himself making the batter and heating the oil. he had just pulled out a batch of churros and was about to toss them in the cinnamon and sugar when the doors to the kitchen opened and Rook stepped through.
He glances up to greet her, and his mouth falls open. Spite is a ball of excited energy inside his chest. I can see her breasts! Spite purrs in his ear, he blushes furiously at his words, he swallows thickly, taking in her new armour greedily.
The leather clung to her legs showing off her shapely thighs and hips, a corset with belts around her middle cinched her waist to perfection, Feathers lined the coat that wrapped around her like a second skin it gapped open, baring her breasts, not completely, but scandalously close, a plume of feathers around her shoulders. She looked incredible.
He felt heat coiling down his spine at the sight of her. he wanted to touch, to pull her close and see if the leather was as soft as it looked. he cleared his throat and quickly looked away, tossing the freshly fried Churros in the sugar and cinnamon and plating them up. "I made Coffee," He chokes, placing the plate on the table and trying not to stare.
Altara grinned at his reaction, This was perfect, she had never seen him so flustered.
"Do you like the new armour?" She grins doing a little spin and glancing over her shoulder at him, she felt his eyes trailing over her form, he glanced down and groaned inwardly, the leather wrapped around her pert bottom like a caress, she had an incredible ass.
Spite materialised next to her and purred, leaning around her pretending to hold her close, he sniffed her hair. Smells like leather and lace, she likes that you stare! He teased, pretending to bury his face in her neck. Lucanis looked away again, it felt like his face was on fire.
"It looks great on you." He stutters and nearly jumps out of his skin when she touches his shoulder.
"Are you ok?" She asks in concern. He closes his eyes and takes a calming breath, trying to control himself. He wanted to peel off her armour, press his lips to her creamy skin, he blushes an even brighter red and stumbles away from her.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," He tries to reassure her. he busies himself pouring a coffee, but she notices his hands are shaking. She smirks knowingly and trails a hand down his back
"Are you sure, you seem awfully jumpy." she purrs leaning closer to him, he inhales deeply and for a moment he fears spite has taken over, the scent of wild cherries and spice fills his nostrils and he feels the heat that had been coiling around his spine settle in his belly.
"Yes, I," he turns to look at her, her big red eyes full of concern and mischief, his eyes fall to her lips, and he finds himself leaning into her. she presses a hand to his chest, playing with the chain, and he whimpers before pressing his lips to hers in surrender, unable to hold himself back a moment longer.
his hands sink into her hair as he angles her head to deepen the kiss, breathing in deeply, letting her scent consume him. Spite growls low and pleased in his ears, YESSS!! they purr, urging him on.
They stumble backwards and she gasps when he hoists her up onto the table and growls at her, for a moment she thinks it's Spite, but when he leans back breathing heavily, she sees deep brown eyes, dark with desire, his brow furrowed as if he is trying to hold back. She touches his cheek, and he leans into it.
She giggles in amusement, "I take it you like my armour." She purrs feeling his hands sliding up her thighs, he is watching his hands now, watching his fingers brush through the feathers lining the coat, he looks up at her and she swallows at the heat in his eyes.
"I do." He purrs leaning in and kissing her neck, she gaps tilting her head and shivers as he tugs the sides of the coat bearing her shoulders and breasts.
She feels her cheeks flush when he nips at her throat and growls low in his throat,
"OUR ROOK!" Spite purrs trailing Lucanis's lips down her shoulder, she feels his tongue flicking out against her skin, tasting her.
"Spite!" She moans as he pulls her against him roughly by the thighs. Lucanis gasps, pulling back control as if coming to the surface from deep water.
"Altara." He pants, "This armour is." He trails off, realising her breasts were now bare. He closes his eyes, chewing his lower lip, realising Spite had done this. He tries to pull away, but she grabs the chain at his collar.
"Hey, it's ok." She tugs, and he relents, all the fight leaving him.
"Rook," He breathes against her lips before kissing her.
Whatever had been holding him back shatters the moment she sighs into his lips, he is touching her everywhere, her thighs, the small of her back, the back of her neck, as he devours her lips in a heated kiss, the Churros forgotten. All he could see was Rook, the feathered armour sagging around her shoulders, her breasts bare and glowing in the light of the fire.
He groans trailing his kisses to her collar bone, he tugs her closer and rolls his hips and she gasps feeling him pressing against her through the leather of her pants, he is hard and aching. she rakes her fingers through his hair tugging hard he groans and lifts her from the table wrapping her legs around his waist as he stumbles to the pantry.
He nearly trips as he presses her against the door, and it opens, it slams against the wall, as he lifts her up, letting her slide down the door her body sliding against him.
"I want you," He growls, stumbling from the door and laying her on the cot, pulling the armour off one piece at a time, he tugs off her boots and tugs on the leather of her trousers.
"Wait!" she pants, his eyes snap to hers and he looks panicked for a moment until she unclasps the chain at his throat and tugs off his cravat, placing both on the side table.
"You have far to many clothes on." She teases him and he quickly pulls off his waistcoat and shirt before crawling over her, sealing her lips in a deep kiss as he settles between her legs. He trails his hands down her sides, gripping the waistband of her trousers and underwear and tugging them off, baring her completely.
She moans as he kisses down her stomach trailing heat down her skin leaving her aching and desperate, she throws her head back when he buries his face between her legs and licks through her, it sends a bolt of heat and pleasure down her spine as he tastes her, his tongue swirls around her clit before he sucks on it gently.
"Lucanis!" she moans, her hand sinking into his hair and massaging his scalp as he brings her to the edge and crashing over it in a wave of pleasure that has her back arching. "Maker," she pants, breathless from his ministrations. he presses a kiss to her inner thigh and looks up at her through a curtain of dark hair. His eyes were full of heat and longing.
She had never seen him look at her like that, so full of want, it was like every thread of restraint had snapped at the sight of her in that armour. that he could no longer hold back the hunger he had for her. he took her hands in his and pressed them into the cot breathing heavily.
"Your breathtaking." he says, his voice low and warm and tugging things inside her that left her aching and desperate all over again.
He pulls off his trousers and underwear swiftly. She gasps at the sight of him, his cock hard and weeping at the tip, bobbing against his stomach. she licks her lips as he slides between her legs and tugged her thighs around him, he leans down trailing kisses down her throat and bites down as he sinks into her to the hilt in one fluid motion, sweeping her up against him.
She moans, pulling him down for another kiss. he meets her halfway, his lips gliding over hers, stealing her breath as he rolls his hips, pressing into her deeply. She claws at his back, and he groans, feeling her nails digging into his heated skin.
"Altara." He moans, rolling his hips again, pulling almost all the way out only to sink into her and shiver as she closes around him, her inner walls pulling him deeper, pulsing around him with every thrust, her legs tighten around his waist as he moves faster. Holding her hips in a death grip as he moved.
Low sounds of pleasure falling from his lips. she trailed her hands down his chest, clawing through his chest hair, watching him move above her, his hair in disarray, his eyes full of warmth and love as he watches her writhe against him
"Mi amore." He groans moving to sit and pulling her into his lap without leaving her heat.
She grips his shoulders and rises onto her knees, sinking onto him with a sigh and rolling her hips. He holds her hips and gasps, pressing his face into the curve of her shoulder, moaning softly.
"I can't." He gasps a low whine escaping him as she moved against him.
"Let go." She breathes against him, letting out a cry of pleasure when she felt him throb inside her, his thighs shaking.
"Not yet." He gasps against her lips reaching between them to stroke her clit, she arches her back, cries out and moans coming hard, his eyes widen, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge breathing heavily, holding her to him as if afraid she might break.
There is no sound other than there heavy breathing for a few moments, the air still and warm, Lucanis chuckles pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Mi vida, you are intoxicating." He chuckles, kissing her jaw before leaning back and resting his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath, he takes note of there clothes scattered across the pantry floor with amusement.
"I think I should wear my new armour all the time," she grins, Lucanis groans.
"I am not sure that is wise." He kisses her slow and deep, and she sighs.
"What's got into you? " She giggles as he pulls her close.
"You," He purrs before burying his face in her neck.
"Always you," he whispers against her skin.