Chapter 14 (NSFW)

Ciri looked up at Noah, leaping from her chair the moment he opened the door. “Noah!”

“I’m okay,” he insisted, hurrying inside and closing the door behind him to hide his pink‑haired wild Fae girlfriend from prying eyes.

She raced toward him, skidding to a stop right in front of him and running her hands anxiously up and down his sides. “What happened?”

“There was… an incident.” He set his crossbow and bag down near the door before locking it. “Come on. Let’s sit. I’ll tell you about it.”

After he took off his coat, she interlaced her fingers with his and squeezed tightly. He slumped onto one of the couches with her, basking in her warmth for a moment before trying to find a logical starting point. Before he could start Piper barreled down the stairs and launched herself onto his lap, followed by a stone‑faced Ken.

“What happened?” Ken asked in a low voice.

For the next hour, Noah detailed the maintenance‑patrol misadventure. Ciri’s grip tightened on his hand throughout, becoming almost painful as he described the dockworkers charging the crate they were standing on. Ken’s face remained impassive, nodding slowly as he listened.

“You did well,” the elderly Fae said at last.

“Your training paid off,” Noah added, stroking Piper’s back as she purred contentedly. “There’s no way I would have survived without it. I would have hesitated.”

“Perhaps. But you survived, and that is what matters.” Ken stood. “You now need to process the event, in whatever way suits you.”

“For a start, I think I’d like to shower,” Noah replied, gently placing Piper on the couch before rising. “And get out of these dirty clothes.”

Still unwilling to let go of his hand, Ciri stood with him. She held on as they walked up the curving wooden staircase to the second floor, moving into the master bedroom before she closed the door behind them. He began working the clasp on his coat, but slender fingers intercepted his, undoing it with practiced ease.

“Please. Allow me,” she said.

Seeing the determination on her face, he nodded and lifted his hands. She removed his coat, then his shirt and pants, her touch careful and clinical as she checked for any lingering injuries.

“Mara’s healing performed within acceptable parameters,” she murmured after a moment, stepping back. “Given the amount of practice she has been receiving, as well as your growing rune‑drawing skills, that is not unexpected.”

He placed his hands on her waist, drawing her closer and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m okay. I promise.”

When she broke the kiss, she leaned her head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I cannot lose you,” she whispered, her voice unsteady.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “I promise.”

“You cannot promise that,” she replied, her arms sliding around his waist.

“Yes, I can. Because there’s no army, monster, or force in this world that’s going to keep me from coming home to you.”

They swayed together in silence for a long moment before Ciri finally stepped back. “I will put your clothes out with the laundry and bring you fresh ones for when you are finished showering.”

“Thank you.”

She wordlessly gathered his discarded clothes and slipped out, leaving him alone in the bedroom. It was far nicer than any place he’d stayed before—a four‑poster bed of dark wood with a soft mattress and white sheets dominated one half of the room. The other held a pair of chairs facing each other with a small table between them, and a dark wooden dresser large enough for all their clothes. Thick circular rugs with geometric patterns covered the floor, and a small, unlit stone fireplace sat in the corner.

Maybe we’ll light that tonight, he thought as he glanced out the window at the setting sun. It’d make the room feel cozier.

His bare feet padded across the room toward the ensuite washroom, the floor shifting from woven rug to cold stone to smooth tile. The washroom was surprisingly modern, with a marble countertop and sinks, a toilet, and an enormous shower. He stepped inside and turned the dials until the water came out piping hot.

I don’t know if we can run out of hot water here, and I don’t really care right now.

For a long time he simply stood there, letting the water fall over him as his mind wandered. The sound of the bedroom door opening and closing pulled him back to the present, and he reached for the soap. He scrubbed until the water ran clear, washing away the blood and dust of the day.

Shutting off the water, he grabbed a towel and dried himself quickly before hanging it back up. A glance in the mirror told him he didn’t need to shave, so he stepped back into the bedroom.

Ciri was already on the bed, dressed in a floor‑length white silk robe with sheer black socks, their dinner spread out in front of her.

“I thought perhaps we could eat up here and talk,” she said, looking up at him. “If you wish, your clothes are on the wardrobe.”

He smiled. “Thank you. I’d like that a lot. Let’s eat first, and I’ll get dressed after.”

She shifted to make room for him and passed him several dishes. The food was excellent—meat‑filled dumplings with red sauce, roasted green vegetables that reminded him of broccoli, and a sugary fried ball of dough for dessert. He ate with enthusiasm, Ciri watching him closely as she absently fiddled with the black silk rope tied around her robe.

Sensing her worry, Noah spoke first, choosing a topic he knew would ground her. “You know, this stuff actually seems pretty familiar to me.”

“In what way?”

He swallowed the last bite. “The dumpling is pretty universal in human culture—perogies, samosa, jiaozi—everyone has one.”

She glanced at the notebook tucked safely in the corner before looking back at him. “You are aware of my academic curiosity for things related to your world, and you are using it to engage me in conversation.”

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“I believe you are seeking to reassure me with familiar discussion.”

“You just seem really tense,” he said. “I wanted to help.”

“I believe I should be the one reassuring you, given your ordeal.”

“It can work both ways.”

“Then allow me to ask: how are you feeling?” she pressed.

He thought for a long moment. “I’m… okay.”

“Please expand. Remember: you promised you would share your feelings with me.”

“I’m okay right now. Not happy, not sad—just… okay. If anything, I’m a little concerned with how okay I actually am.”

She tilted her head. “I do not understand.”

He furrowed his brow, searching for the right words. “I feel like I should be remorseful. I know intellectually that I ended lives today. But those men were kidnapping people. I gave them chances to back off, to surrender, and they didn’t. If I hadn’t done what I did, both Mara and I would be dead.” He shrugged. “That’s the simple fact I keep coming back to. And it’s making me feel better about the whole thing than I expected.”

She nodded slowly. “Good.”

“I’m not saying I’m okay permanently. Tomorrow I might wake up and feel differently. Or next week. Emotions are weird like that. But right now… I’m okay.”

“And if you feel that way later, you will tell me,” Ciri said—not a question, but a certainty—as she cleared the plates to the nearby table.

“I promise.” He met her eyes as she turned back around. “I’ll tell you what I’m feeling.”

“If you are truly feeling well,” she said gently, “perhaps you would like a pleasurable distraction?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

In response, her hands went to the bow tying her robe together at the front. "I looked through the bag you placed at the front door. There were several interesting items. It took a surprising amount of effort to put them on correctly."

His mouth went dry as she pulled slowly on one of the ends of the bow, undoing the knot. Her silk robe fell open a moment later, allowing him a glimpse of pink lace against alabaster skin. "I didn't—I mean..." He started, unsure of how to tell her that him bringing home lingerie wasn't a hint that he wanted sex.

"Should I stop?" She paused, gripping the edges of her robe.

"Absolutely not." He replied, his cock growing hard.

With deliberate slowness she pulled the robe off, allowing it to fall on the floor. It was only then that Noah realized she wasn't wearing socks—she was wearing thigh highs. Ones with a lace pattern across the top band, holding them firmly to her creamy thighs. Above those she had delicate pink silk panties patterned with lace along her hips, as well as a bra that was cut just above her nipples, showing more skin than hiding it. Either through incredible luck or skill, the garments not only fit Ciri perfectly—they matched the exact shade of her pink hair.

"I have never worn clothing specifically designed to seduce." She said, eyes flicking down to his manhood. "Based on your physical reaction though, it appears to be effective."

"Understatement of the fucking year." Noah agreed.

"Allow me to continue taking care of you then." She said, smirking slightly while slinking closer to the foot of the bed before climbing onto it. "Lay back and relax."

He did as she asked, allowing her to trail kisses up his leg, then up his shaft. When she reached the head she engulfed it with her lips, locking eyes with him as she began to bob up and down. Mind-blanking waves of pleasure assaulted him as she brought her hands up to stroke him and cup his balls while working his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her natural scent wafted over him, filling his senses and only serving to heighten his arousal.

"Oh fuck Ciri. That's so good." He groaned as he pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.

For the next twenty minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of wet lips and groaning. Noah dimly noted that her blowjob technique had improved rapidly since the first time she'd given one in the tavern, having practiced on him almost every night since. She'd developed a keen sense for when he was about to cum, backing off every time he neared the edge in a way that caused his hips to buck as if they'd developed a mind of their own. Her hand that she used to stroke his shaft disappeared as her throat loosened, allowing her to take him all the way until her lips were around the base of his cock.

"While you were on your maintenance patrol I could not focus." She admitted as he came down from the edge once more, barely able to contain himself. "I was thinking about you with Mara."

"With Mara, or with Mara?" He asked as his senses returned to him.

"Having sex with Mara." She clarified. "I brought myself to climax while thinking about it."

Noah's cock twitched. "I would have liked to see that."

"If she proves to be more than an ally, you can." She groaned, causing Noah to realize that at some point while blowing him, she'd moved her hand to between her legs to play with herself.

"Maybe right here." He offered, playing into the cuckquean fantasy he knew she loved. "You could sit on that chair over there, and watch as I fuck her on the bed."

She shuddered at his words, the powerful fantasy causing her to have a mini-orgasm. "Yes!"

He pulled her up by her arms while she was still shaking, placing her on the bed next to him. "Come here."

Even though her limbs seemed to be made of jelly, with his help she managed to maneuver herself so that she was facing away from him. Feeling the fine silk against his legs he reached down, gently pushing her panties to the side to expose her sopping wet slit. With a grin he thrust his hips forward, his cock head pushing against her opening before slipping inside.

"Go as fast and hard as you would like." She groaned.

"Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to hurt her.

"Completely." She replied, taking one of his hands and placing it on her breast.

Trusting in her, Noah thrust the rest of the way inside. He was rewarded with a long moan from Ciri, one which changed to a higher-pitched squeal when he slipped his fingers in her lacy pink bra and rolled her nipple between his fingers. A moment later he pulled back slightly before slamming himself home again, feeling her tight pussy squeeze every centimeter as he did.

"I want...to share you." She admitted as he kept the heavy, slow pace. "I want to see you with other women, sexually. I want to lick you after you've been inside them. I want to explore with them and you, at the same time."

"Mara?" He questioned, thrusting in again.

"Yes." She answered before moaning.

"Hannah?"

"Yes!" She cried, squirming on his cock.

"Both? At the same time?"

"Yes!" She practically screamed.

"Naughty girl. We can make that happen." He replied, placing a hand on her hips.

She came undone at his words, her hand flying downwards as she spread her legs. Her fingers worked her clit frantically as he continued to thrust into her, sending her over the edge less than a minute later. As she cried out wordlessly he smothered her lips in a deep, passionate kiss—one that caused him to lose control and cum inside her.

His climax seemed to heighten her own, her hands gripping the white sheets of the bed and her teeth biting his bottom lip instinctively. Their bodies continued to rock back and forth, milking the last drops of their shared pleasure instinctively. When their minds began to float down from the clouds they were on, Ciri's golden eyes locked onto Noah's.

"I love you." She said, switching to English.

She remembered. He blinked in surprise before replying. "I love you too."