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fire-emblem-drabbles · 4 months ago

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to Have Found, and be Loved by You

Pairing: Fallen! Muarim x reader

Prompt: I Shouldn’t be As Horny As I am For Him

Description: Fear wasn’t the only reason your heart beat fast around Muarim. No, it was far from it-- the swirl of emotion that hit you when he was around was nothing short of disorienting. When you come across him, alone outside the Order of Heroes, his heat having clouded his senses, you come face to face with the realization; Muarim wants you as much as you do him.

Content Warning: Muarim is feral, heat/rut, breeding (and talks of making a family and getting pregnant), knots/knotting, fem reader with use of she/her and talk of breasts/pussy, over stimulation, uhh I may have missed some this is kinda long, as always ask to tag!

Word Count: 6363

Rating: Not sfw

Notes: Oh my GOD I shouldn’t be getting so giddy and excited over this man he’s obviously in agony this is the saddest boner like ever can I get an F in the chat. Other than that uhh... hi Muarim I’m so sorry this is my first fic for u but it’s your fault for having such a deep voice sksksk

Notes, part 2: So i wrote the first of these notes in 2022 when Muarim first came out... and now that 3 years have passed and I’m finally finishing this (send help) I figured it only appropriate to add more. This went a FAR different direction than I originally anticipated it would, and I’m not even mad. this came out hot as fuck. The original title was “something wicked this way comes” but the fic took SUCH a turn that it doesn’t fit anymore

Your initial response in summoning Muarim could only be fear. He was this hulking, seething and writhing man with barely a hold on his sanity. Or, so you had thought. Every fallen hero was different, however, and even he, trapped in this cursed state, proved to have some semblance of his former self. Enough in fact that you very quickly (both through interacting with him, and heroes who had known him before this evil overtook him) began to realize Muarim was a kind and gentle man. Even as this curse soaked his veins, all he thought to do was protect those around him and his little one.

Tormod, you heard his name was. Part of you was glad he had not been summoned here with Muarim. From what Ike and Sothe explained, Muarim was practically his father. You didn’t wish it upon him to see Muarim in this state, with nothing to be done for him in the world of Zenith. Truly nothing, for even though you had Reyson, Leanne, and Rafiel who had claimed to save Muarim in his world (a comforting thought, at the time) their song did little for him here beyond soothe his anger before he went too far. You were loathe to think that it was you, the power of Breidablik and it’s contract that kept him in this state of unrest. That wasn’t your only guilt when it came to Muarim, however; over time, as you had worked and grown and come to know him you grew feelings of a more carnal nature.

It was far beyond embarrassing and in fact, mortifying. So much so that whenever some lewd thought made way to you, you did whatever you could to rid your self of it. That often saw you diving into whatever work need be done. And as of late, you had made yourself very busy. Many heroes had taken notice-- thankfully, none could point as to why you had become such a busy body as of late.

Tonight, you were taking a moment for yourself. Granted, it could still be counted as work but you like to think the stray cats that gathered near the forest by the Order of Heroes were happy you did this. You made a habit of coming out just after dinner, sparing a few rations for the poor kitties out here. It wasn’t anything that would be missed, just some meat and fish scraps. Your little friends always seemed to appreciate it, though, and had come to expect you at this time. You always did have a soft spot for cats...

“Oh kitties,” You coo, smile on your face. The cats always got your mind off things; as of late, of course, you had a lot of things you wanted to get your mind off of. You found yourself spending more and more time out here with them. “Come and get dinner.” Gently, you place your rations to the ground, spread out a little so hopefully the cats wouldn’t fight over them. Usually, with the sound of your voice a small crowd of at least seven or eight cats would come out yelling, trotting over and meowing at you before going to town. However, tonight, you just get three of your regulars. Even they seem cautious, quietly greeting you and hesitantly sniffing the same thing you always bring.

“Well hello guys,” You knell down and gently pet a tabby on the back. “Where’s the rest of you tonight?” You wonder allowed. The cats seem a little calmed both by your presence and the food you brought but its obvious they’re still on edge. “What’s got you all scared?” You move to be more comfortable and snap a twig under your foot. The sound has all three cats jumping and nearly running. “Oh goodness, that bad huh? Should I be scared as well?” You can’t help but giggle at their skittish behavior. As a tense moment passes between their wide eyes before the cats begin to once again eat, tails still puffed and high.

You settle against a tree near them, leaning against it and letting out a drawn out sigh. A yawn soon follows suit as you feel the weight of the day settle on you. You got a lot done, with hardly a thought towards Muarim. Of course, now that all was still that was fit to change. You hadn’t really seen him today, now that you thought of it. He did tend to seclude himself but still-- he would at least take a moment to check in with you, even if it was just a nod or a gaze… it made you worry. You bite your lip, watching the three cats eat quickly before a large rustle had them all flinching. You looked to the source, tensing yourself. The cats were quick to flee as a deep growl rang out and you found yourself reaching for your weapon-- it wasn’t there, however. Only Breidablik innocently sat on your side, and it was no good in an honest to goodness battle.

“You… you should not be out here tonight.” Your heart was still beating fast as you recognized the voice before you.

“Muarim? Is that you?” You call out, standing up properly to take a look deeper into the forest. “It’s just me, you can come out.” You calm somewhat, knowing it was only him. There’s still a certain edge to you, though. Something you can’t shake.

“Stay away!” His growl has you pausing in your step. “I… I am not myself tonight.” His voice has gone soft as he speaks. He’s struggling with something more than what usually tortures him. Still, you want to help.

“Are you okay?” You can’t help but be concerned for him, though. “I didn’t see you today. I was actually just worrying about you.” Despite your hairs standing on edge, you laugh. “If you really would like to be alone, I’ll leave. Just after I make sure you’re not hurt.” You barter with him, hoping he might show himself.

“...Very well.” Muarim moves closer to you, making himself seen in the quickly fading light of the evening sun. You move closer in turn, taking in every move he makes-- the heavy heaving of his chest, the way his nails easily dig into the bark of the tree beside him, how his eyes never leave your form. Even the sharp inhale of breath as he sees you move closer to him, unflinching. Once you’re next to him, mere inches between the two of you, you speak.

“May I?” You raise a hand towards him. Muarim is as hesitant as usual to let people touch him. Perhaps even more so, with the way he tries to step back. “Just for a moment. I think it would be good for you.” You plead.

“I…” You can hear the way he struggles for his voice. His eyes meet yours and you give him a smile. You can see his will falter as he speaks. “You… must be quick. Every moment with you is another I struggle to hold myself back.” You try not to think too hard on the meaning of those words lest your mind twist it to something it isn’t. Still, gentle as you dare, you move your right hand to cup his cheek. Muarim shudder’s visibly as you hold his cheek. You swipe your thumb across it slowly once, twice, savoring the feel of his soft fur before moving to take your hand away. Only, halfway between your bodies, Muarim catches your wrist. You don’t dare move as the breath catches in your throat.

“I can’t hold myself back.” His voice has gone low now, more animal like in quality. “You… need to run away. Now.” Even as he says the words, Muarim doesn’t let go of you. You make no move to struggle in his grip. “I’ll… hurt you.”

“But…” You frown, even as you feel his grip grow tighter. Even if you wanted to run there would be little you could do to tear from his grasp without getting hurt. “You don’t seem well… I don’t think it’s right for me to leave you alone.” You’re caught off guard as Muarim pulls you closer to him by your wrist. You’re now pinned to the tree that he once held, wrist held above you as Muarim closes the distance between you. His heated breath does nothing to calm your beating heart.

“Your scent…” His head dips to where your shoulder and neck meet and he takes a deep inhale. You can’t help the way your entire face flushes at the action. He soon lets out a low groan. “Your scent is driving me wild. If you don’t leave, I’ll…” he doesn’t bother to finish his sentence as he soon captures your lips with his. If you were caught off guard before, you’re floored now as Muarim greedily kisses you. He’s all sharp teeth and pressing tongue in a way that has you dizzy and weak in the knees. Before you can even think to react Muarim has pulled back a fair few feet from you, breathing heavy and obviously struggling with something.

“...What was that?” You look to him with wide eyes and tingling lips, confusion dancing on your features. He still stays close, though. Unwilling to let you leave, eager to feel you against him once more.

“I want you.” His words are growled out in that deep tone that has your gut twisting into butterflies. Even as he speaks, he looks away from you. “Despite being cursed as I am, I’ve still succumbed to my heat. If you don’t leave now I… I won’t be able to…” You stay still as he looks back to you. “I won’t be able to hold myself back. A-and if I hurt you because I couldn’t control my instincts…” You swallow, thick and heavy.

“I… don’t think you’ll hurt me.” You can hardly hear your own words past the beating of your heart in your ears, the rush of blood to your loins. “If you’re not against it… I’d like to stay.” You’re trembling now, but not because of fear. “I want you too.” It was easier said than the truth of the matter (that you love him, of course) but so heavy a topic didn’t seem quite fitting in the moment. Not when both your hormones are now raging. When you were so deliriously close to having him claim you.

“You’re… strange.” He stalks towards you slowly, calculated like the predator he is. Offering you a way out. “Even as I am, curse clawing at my mind and heat twisting my thoughts even more… you want me?” He’s close once more, leering down at you with an intense look.

“Y-yeah.” You find words are failing you as you look up to him. “Is that bad?” You whisper. He leans in close to your face once more, this time holding your chin in a way that could only be called gentle.

“Perhaps,” His gaze is half lidded, the distance between you is slowly closing. His next words are spoken against your own lips. “But I’m finding it hard to care.” Before you’re given chance to care yourself, Muarim is pressing his lips against yours once again. This time, he’s surprisingly soft and careful, a far cry from the moments before. It’s as if he’s testing the waters, seeing if your really wanted this. But you do, more than anything. So this time, you take the initiative and pull him taut against you, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head to try and deepen the kiss. You’re met with a growl as Muarim pulls back, hand moving from your chin to cup your cheek.

“Needy, aren’t you?” Muarim huffs, red eyes staring into yours. “You want this as bad as I do, is that right?” It’s more of an observation than a question at this point, but it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks darken regardless.

“Don’t want you to have to hold back for me,” You admit with a heavy breath, keeping his gaze locked into yours. “I’m not gonna fall apart from your touch or leave.” You add, bringing one hand to trace down his warm cheek, feeling the soft fur of his stripes. “If you want to savor me, then do so-- but if you want to devour me, please don’t hold back.” The words that were hard to find merely a moment ago come spewing forth.

“You deserve me better than this,” His words are more growl, growing harder to understand the longer he denies himself of you. He takes a large, ragged breath, closing his eyes and letting the air leave his nose in a heavy, conserved way.

“Perhaps, but there will be time for that later.” You close your eyes a moment as well, gathering yourself. Willing yourself to admit out loud how you need him. “But I have you now, and I’m not going to complain about that.” You watch as his eyes, twisted red and intense, open again. There’s a quality to them you’ve never seen from him before. A hunger, an ever burning desire-- and it only fuels yours, knowing that it’s for you.

“Devour…” he repeats your words from before, sharp teeth grazing against your soft skin as he traces down to once more take in your scent. “Is that what you want, _____? For me to take of you until there is no part of you that doesn’t know me?” His words are low, rasped into your ear. “To plunder of your soft body, to let everyone know who it is that claims you?” He crowds you against the tree, careful claws digging into the swell of your hips. Finally, oh finally, he pulls you flush against him, and you can feel just how desperate he has become. His aching cock ruts against you, grinds against you so sinfully slow you can only let out a little pitiful moan in response.

“Please…” It’s all you can manage in the moment, dizzy off the rush of desire that hits you. You’re already shamefully wet-- and neither of you have even shed your clothing. Your hands find purchase against his shoulders, pressed against his chest-- just him, him, Muarim--! “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you…” You whine against him, your hot breath mingling with his. Gods, you might as well be the one in heat with the surge of desire going though you.

“I might have some…” There’s a dark chuckle that leaves him, one followed by a particular harsh thrust against you-- one that has you moaning loudly, right into his sensitive ear. “I’ve longed for you the same.” He pulls you into another heated kiss. You moan into his mouth, and he is all too happy to swallow your cries, to urge you out of your cloak so he can more easily take of you. The kiss is a mess of teeth and limbs, and you both lose your clothing along the way, forgotten in the heat of the moment. You pull away only so Muarim can lay you down on the nest of clothing, careful even as he settles between your legs.

You lay there, panting, looking up at him with wide eyes. You can tell, he wants to be sweet for you-- wants to try and make this something special, even as instincts claw at him and his curse begs him to be meaner-- Muarim is ever the gentleman. Somehow, he finds the patience to admire you, to ghost his claws over your naked body and soak up your needy little breaths and whines. You are not so patient, though. Your eyes snake along his body, admiring the tan of his skin, tracing his stripes and scars. Taking in every part of him, and casting it to memory. If you were to look up, you could see he was doing the same.

Almost bashfully, you peak at his cock. But you can’t help the little gasp the leaves you as you see the beginnings of a knot, swelling at the base of his cock. “Are you feeling shy now, little one?” Muarim’s deep voice pulls your gaze back up to his face. Perhaps shy is one way to put it-- but the feeling is more akin to anticipation, swelling in the wake of all your desire.

“It’s hard not too, when you look at me like your starving.” You counter, pulling him closer, willing to feel the warmth of his body against yours in the quickly chilling night. “I hadn’t known you to be so hungry…” You moan softly, feeling his lips pepper kisses down your jaw. Muarim is eager to taste the salt of your skin, take in everything that makes you, you.

“I’ve not had someone to share my heats with in… a very long time.” He pauses to look up at you, red eyes almost showing the amber that hide beneath. “And you, little one, are a meal many would seek to savor.” As he returns to laving your skin, you cry out as his teeth sink into you. It’s a small bite, one that Muarim is quick too soothe over, to lave his tongue over and moan as he tastes your blood.

“Need you though,” You all but whine, gasping as you feel his cock slap against your stomach. He growls in return, looking to you as a bead of blood slides down to your breast. Your heart beats, your chest rising and falling as you speak. “Please, Muarim, need you to breed me…!” You pant out, pulling him against you, moaning out as his cock slides against your folds.

There’s a change in him, then, one that has him grabbing you by the hips as he more forcefully moves between your legs. “Breed you?” The cadence of his voice has you clenching against nothing, has you looking up at him with baited breath. “Oh Summoner…” His cock feels so hot, searing against your cunt. He moves, until his fat head kisses against your entrance. “You want to give me another little one?” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust into you, one that has you gasping and moaning. “You want to be mother of my children?” He sinks into you, inch by inch, until you feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock kissing your entrance.

The feel of him—reaching so deep in you, filling you like no one else ever will—is nothing short of satisfying. The heave of his chest, watching you carefully despite his filthy words; making sure you were comfortable before he moves. “Muarim, oh please…” You’re breathless, sure that he’s in you so deep, he’s reached your lungs. “Gods, I want that. Make me a mother…!” You hitch a leg around the small of his waist. Muarim growls, moving slow. Dragging his cock out of your sweet, silken folds until just his head remains.

“Don’t worry, _____, I’ll breed you nice and full.” You want him to lose control, want to feel the drag of his cock in you again and again and again until your fucked stupid on his knot. “Keep you fat and happy with my children, stuffed full of my cum and kept plugged with my knot.” And then finally, finally, he picks up the pace. Fucks into you with a steady rhythm he has no hopes of keeping, not when you cry so sweetly beneath him, not when the curse that holds him demands he takes, and not when his heat all but agrees that you deserve to be bred full of his kids.

“Yes, yes! Thank you, oh, fuck…!” You bite your bottom lip, pulling him closer, an invitation for him to kiss you again, with all the hunger he refuses to let out too soon. You moan like a wanton whore into his mouth, meeting his every thrust and crying out in pleasure. When you pull back from the kiss, to look up at him with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes and speak out slurred “I love you, fuck, love you, love you so so much…!” Does Muarim’s fragile composure finally break.

He fucks you with the vigor his heat demands he does, with the power and hunger from his curse. Filthy praise leaves him, leaning down to growl it into your ear. “My Summoner, my little one, my precious mate… gonna fuck a child in you, make you a mother, mark you so everyone knows…” Muarim feels himself growing close, feels as his knot slides in and out you, barely catching on your entrance before popping back in.

“Yes, yes, fuck, love you, love you so much, please please knot me!” You cry out, clinging to him, arching your back as his clawed fingers swipe messy patterns on your clit. His other hand pushes your leg up against your chest, fucking that much deeper in you, kissing your cervix with every brutal thrust of his hips. “Oh fuck, gods, Muarim…! I’m so close, hah, oh…!” Your babbling, a mess under him.

Muarim wastes no time in biting down on that same spot as before, hard this time – fangs sunk into your skin, sure to make a pretty bruise. You cry out in surprise as he does so, cumming with a strangled moan as you cling to him. Muarim thrusts once, twice, before growling, hips stuttering before he sheathes himself fully in you, his knot swelling up inside you. He cums with a roar, lifting from the junction of your shoulder and neck to grind his hips into yours, making sure his seed took root. You can’t help but cry out again, the sensation of him knotting and cumming in you causing your own orgasm to last far longer.

It takes a long moment for you to come down, chest heaving and eyes somewhat blurry as you look to Muarim, resting atop you. You can still feel him in you, his swollen knot keeping the two of you locked together. You raise a trembling hand, brushing back some of his green fur and admiring the sheen of sweat on his skin.

“So good for me…” He coos out, soft as he can manage now. Muarim shifts the both of you to lay on your sides, careful with his knot still in you. Looking face to face now, you can see a small smile on his features. In this quiet, intimate moment, it’s almost as if he is not cursed; or perhaps, when he is with you, it doesn’t seem so bad. “_____… My little mate.” his clawed hand pushes back some of your own sweaty hair. “Love you too…” He whispers, hand moving to settle one of you waist, and the other over your womb.

“I… oh goodness.... I wanted to tell you some other time, make it special. But you felt so good… I just…” You shake your head, more than a little embarrassed about all you had said when you were all worked up.

“Was perfect…” He assures you, pulling you closer. You gasp out, oversensitive still as his cock nudges that much deeper in you. He looks to the mark on your shoulder, frowning gently and licking up the blood that had begun to pill. “Couldn’t think of a better time myself.” He laughs softly, and you can’t help but smile, happy to see the usually stoic man so comfortable now.

“And um… I wasn’t lying. If I do end up pregnant… I’d be really happy.” You manage, cheeks dark. You look to his red eyes, to the look of wonder that seems to cross his features. “I do want to be with you-- have kids with you.” You hold his cheek with one hand, smiling softly. “If we had a family together… I’d be very happy.” You finally manage.

“A family…” Muarim closes his eyes. “I want that as well, but I fear as I am now…” Something sad crosses his features, and you frown oh so softly.

“I don’t care.” You say sternly, watching as he opens red eyes to look at you. “You think if I cared about that, I would be here now?” You add in, features softening. “Muarim… I fell in love with you, as you are now. I know, being cursed isn’t ideal… but I love and trust you.” You caress his cheeks again, addicted to the feel of his soft fur. “We can make this work.”

“...I am lucky, to have found and be loved by you.” He allows himself to smile, the brightest one you’ve seen on his face since he was summoned here. He holds your cheek in turn, caressing it softly before smirking-- the look sinister is a way that only has you clenching down on him. “Who am I, to deny my mate, if she wishes for a family?” Your left gasping and clinging to Muarim, as his cock is finally able to slide out of you, his knot having gone down just enough.

He does not pull out all the way though, leaving his head in your entrance, admiring the way your combined releases try to drip down between your thighs. After a moment, he thrusts back into you, easing you back on your back. Both of your legs are pushed up against your chest, until Muarim has folded you into a mating press. “No, better to breed this pussy again and until I’m sure my seed has taken. Anything for my precious little one.” Each word, punctuated by a hard thrust. Until Muarim has once again worked up into a heavy, unforgiving pace, stirring up his previous load in you.

You’ve lost higher thought at this point, moaning loud and stupid as he fucks into you. You’re still so sensitive from before, every part of you tingling and warm and so so wet. You want to be good for Muarim, though, Gods, you want his baby so bad, even as over stimulation is quick to hit you. “Oh fuck, yesss--!” You cry out, unable to do anything other than take it as Muarim fucks you. It’s too much in the best of ways, and you find yourself tumbling into another orgasm before you can even stop yourself.

You let out a strangled cry, one that Muarim answers with roar of pleasure-- but he doesn’t stop fucking you, only rocking into your hips faster and harder, his heavy balls hitting your ass with every thrust. Somehow, he’s able to fuck you through your orgasm, the loud breaths he takes not quite enough to drown out the sound of your release squelching out from your cunt.

“M-muarim, ohh, it’s too much…!” You whine out, fingers digging into the tangle of clothing cushioning the two of you. The sounds between the two of you are downright sinful-- skin slapping, wet squelching, heavy breathing and heady moans. “I-I can’t… please!”

“Shh, little one…” His voice is gruff, made dark under the weight of his desire. Even as he speaks, he never stops fucking you. Rutting into you like the beast in heat he is. “You’re doing so good, just a little bit more. You can cum again for me, cum all over my cock and milk me like a good mommy, can’t you?” His words are growled in your ear, filthy in the best of ways.

“I wanna, I wanna be a good mommy!” You slur, breath coming fast, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. So soon, you can feel another orgasm creeping up on you. The pleasure only increases tenfold as Muarim rubs harsh circles on your clit, whispering again in your ear.

“Then cum for me, mommy. Show me how bad you want you want it.” Muarim once again slams his knot into you, locked inside by the sheer size it has reached. You come with a silent cry, mouth open in pure, unadulterated bliss, as your pussy milks Muarim for all he’s worth.

Muarim is not so quiet as he cums, rutting into you as much as his knot will let him move. He huffs, rough words barely reaching you through the haze of bliss. “Take it, little one… take all my seed.” And take you do-- with a happy moan and content sigh. You can feel his load settle in your pussy, and swear you even feel it reaching your womb. The idea has you feeling so giddy and excited.

Slowly, the two of you fall into the lull of sweet afterglows, breathing gently and settling down. Muarim is careful to ease your legs down, slotting in between you and once more settling down. This time, he lays on his back, pulling you into his chest. You don’t complain, merely whining softly as his still hard cock stirs his hot cum in you. “Shh, rest now…” He murmurs, running his long fingers though your hair.

You do rest, breathing in. And breathing out. Yes-- this is all still real. Muarim breathes steady below you, and yet your heart still beats fast. You might never rest in his company, if you were always this excited to be with him. Just how in love you were.

“I love you.” You remind him, hand curling gently in the soft hair of his chest. “Love you so much…” You curl into him, perfectly content by his side.

“And I love you…” His voice is more a grumble, the haze of sleep quick to over take it. You find yourself in agreeance, sleep would be so nice; that is, until a cool night breeze reminds you just where you two are.

“No sleeping though.” You mumble out yourself, tapping your fingers along his cheek. He opens his eyes to look at you, a small frown set on his face.

“You need to rest, though.” His voice is stern. There’s no point in arguing, but you continue.

“And I won’t be doing it outside.” You quip back. Muarim laughs, merely pulling you closer to him. Still, your heart clenches at the sound, and you lose some of your fight. “What were you doing out here, anyways…” You mutter, looking away softly in embarrassment.

“I…” Muarim falters, a faint blush dusting his own cheeks. “I knew you would be around here… I tried to stay away, but my longing for you was too much.” He confesses, looking to you with red eyes so clear and sweet, it sets your heart beating anew.

“That’s…” You swallow hard. Many things. Hot, for one-- he only thought of you when he was in heat--, sweet, for another; he must know you come out here nightly to feed the cats. “That means… you wanted to share your heat with me?” In the wake of all that has been said and done, you can’t help but look to him with a small look of wonder. Despite it all, there was still a small big of nagging in you-- that Muarim, clear of mind (if he could be called that), might not have wanted this.

“Wanted? Little one, how many times must I tell you that I ache for you?” Muarim lets an easy smile cross his features. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve longed to make you mine-- to hold you in my arms as I do now, and hear that you love me as I love you.” You believe him, too, with that beautiful look of longing in his eyes. “But as much as I’ve wanted you… this curse has made me a rotten, evil beast.” Claws suddenly dig into you-- not too hard, more like a cat whose claws you would have to trim soon. Enough to grab your attention, remind you of who you were with. “I want to hide you away, to seclude you from all others and keep you safe and satisfied with me.” Your face flushes, and you try to find the words to say while Muarim only continues.

“I get so angry, when I see others try to charm you-- when I see how they try to claim you as there own.” His grip loosens, instead tracing down your hips and back up, to hug around your waist. “Knowing that you will soon carry my child… that everyone will see you’re mine now…” Your breath hitches as you see that evil smirk cross his features once more. “It could not please me more.”

“Promise, I’m all yours.” You smile at him, heart beating fast in the wake of his darker confessions. A result of the curse, perhaps-- but he seemed so much better, more clear headed, when he was with you. A burden (if it could even be called that-- the familiar curl of anticipation in your gut begged to differ) well worth the effect you seemed to have on him. “Just please take me inside soon. I’m not as warm as you.” You whine softly, clinging again to him as another breeze passes by the two of you. His face softens then, taking you in.

“Of course, little one.” He moves gently, until the two of you are off your pile of clothing, and you’re once more on your side. You’re about to ask why, until you gasp-- Muarim’s cock has softened enough to where he can pull out of you. You whine at the feeling, and then blush at the sudden rush of your combined releases gushing out of your pussy. Muarim coos softly, watching with a heated gaze, only making you more embarrassed.

“We’ll have time to fill you back up.” He assures you, that filthy smirk once more playing at his features. He pats your lower stomach, where your womb sits, before helping you sit up. You’re too embarrassed now to stop him, allowing him to help you redress before he steps back into his own clothing. You move to stand, but stumble, surprised to find your legs already sore and aching. You plop back down, into Muarim, who chuckles warmly.

“Allow me to help, love.” Muarim stands, and easily hauls you into his arms, pulled close against his chest. You hold him, surprised not by his strength, but by being picked up.

“I-if you carry me like this, everyone’s going to look!” You hiss out, looking up at his face.

“Let them. I’m sure every laguz and beastkin in the area heard us.” He muses, delighted in the color dusting your cheeks. “And if they did not, they will be able to smell me all over you.” His voice takes on a low tone, clearly delighted that people would know. “If the beorc ask questions, we will tell them the truth.” He decides.

“We will not!” You counter, voice rising slightly, even as Muarim has begun the walk back to the Order of Heroes proper. “I-if anyone asks, w-we’ll just tell them I tripped, or—” Muarim stops you, looking down at you.

“Are you… embarrassed?” he asks suddenly. He makes no move to drop you, and still continues forward, even as his features have fallen

“Yes!” You exclaim. “I-I don’t need the whole order knowing I had…” You look around suddenly, afraid of other people hearing. Convinced the two of you were alone, you continue. “sex outside, because we were too horny to make it back inside!” You add in, voice a loud whisper. Muarim calms visibly at this.

“That… makes sense. I forget how sensitive you beorc are.” He huffs softly, easily opening the doors back inside while still holding you.

“Muarim… did you think I was embarrassed to be with you?” You whisper, watching as his eyes dip to you a moment, before looking back to where he was walking.

“It… would not have surprised me.” he admits, still looking ahead. He looks so stoic, now. So far away. It isn’t long before the two of you make it to your personal quarters. He lets the two of you in, and places you down gently on your bed. He moves back, but your grab his sleeve.

“Hey.” You pout softly, catching his attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You know how happy I am to be with you, right?” You urge him to sit next to you. And, weak as he is for you, Muarim does not complain, sitting down on your bed and pulling you into his lap. You crane your neck up to see his face. “I don’t mind being seen with you. Don’t care that you’re a laguz, don’t mind that your cursed…” You grab his hand into yours, and lace your fingers together. “And I don’t care where you came from, or who you were. Because you’re here with me now.” You raise your entwined hands, kissing the top of his palm.

“Little one…” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, right next to his bite.

“Don’t think too hard, yeah?” You yawn, the busy night finally catching up with you. “Let’s rest for now… Your heat isn’t done yet, right?” You rub at your sleepy eyes, crawling out of Muarim’s lap to lay on your bed. You tug him down with the hand you hold, and he follows suit-- cradling you to his chest, with a hand slipping around your waist.

“I have another day or so at least.” He huffs, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply of your scent. You could tell, he did not look forward to it-- being so consumed by his instincts.

“I’ll be here.” You assure him, closing your eyes and curling into him. “No one will miss me for a day or two…” Your words are punctuated by a yawn. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but-- you weren’t leaving Muarim, not when he needed you.

Still, the two of you go to sleep, content in one another's company. There would be challenges ahead, certainly-- but nothing you could not face together. Sleep comes, only because you are so worn out. Otherwise, sheer giddiness may have kept you awake. After all, you couldn’t stop thinking about what a family with Muarim might be like…

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