unyieldingmarch | Aefenglom Log Overflow

Corrin wanted to reassure Edelgard somehow, that she wasn't worried about it, that it wouldn't bother her, but she didn't know what to say. And frankly, she was worried about it. Not that she would be somehow disgusted by Edelgard, but more just the fact that seeing those scars was probably going to be overwhelming for both of them. Corrin didn't want to imagine that Edelgard had gone through such horrible torture, torture that had left her hands that way and the rest of her body was...just as bad?

It was a genuine worry.

But she also wanted to work through that, to help Edelgard work through it, if she could. Or at least, to give the older woman something positive to feel about it. Rather than say anything, finally she just leaned forward, shifting her weight a bit and dropping her hand to the bed to brace herself as she half-hung over Edelgard and leaned in to press a kiss to her lips.

Her other hand, meanwhile, began the careful work of undoing the laces of Edelgard's collar, as best she could with one hand, at least.

The collar was not done in any complicated knot or anything like that. It was just a simple pull and tug affair. Lucky for Corrin, because Edelgard's hands were shaky at best right now. She clamped one down hard on the blanket, while the other came up, bare fingers flexing against Corrin's cheek. Gentle, but with a kind of subtle desperation to the gesture that one tended to reserve for panic, she held on thinking about the kiss. Just that, making the soft press of lips against her own her sole world for a moment.

When the collar popped open, she almost gasped. Almost. But she held her nerve.

When the next lace came undone, baring her collarbone, she froze, pulled back from the kiss, eyes locked hard onto Corrin.

"...Can you...maybe...straddle me? I'll feel more comfortable if I can just look at you," she finally murmured, voice soft, but not shaking. Not yet.

Each undone spot of made the nerves radiating off Edelgard all the more obvious to Corrin, even as she tried to distract herself with the kiss. So she wasn't surprised when Edelgard pulled away, just drawing in a slow breath as she looked down at her. Her hand was still then, resting against the fabric she had undone, the tips of two fingers resting lightly against the exposed skin of her collarbone.

"I...think I can do that," she answered, amusement and a bit of surprise obvious on her face. She leaned in to place another kiss on Edelgard's lips even as she shifted her weight, rising up until she could slide one leg over the prone woman's legs, shifting slowly until she was stretched out ontop of Edelgard. Slowly she pushed back up until she was sitting on top of of her, knees resting on either side of her stomach, her rear just below El's pelvis.

She let her hands settle on Edelgard's stomach for a moment as she looked down at her, red eyes settling on violet ones. "Better?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side so she could brush some of her hair over her shoulder. There was still a lot of it hanging down her front, covering her right breast almost completely, but she left it for now.

Instead she let her hands slide back up, over Edelgard's chest again, barely a hint of a touch before she reached the lace again and began to slowly undo it.

"Yes."

Edelgard's eyes focused in on Corrin. Hard, sharp, intense. She was not at all going to give in to her fear, not now that she'd come this far. Having something to stare at, something pleasant and warm and comforting dominating her vision made it much easier to focus. The pressure of a body against her legs, the intent and kindness in those eyes...that helped her relax and still her beating heart some.

"Much."

She reached up, unknotting her fingers from the blanket, brushing scarred fingers up Corrin's wrist, as much to reassure herself as her bonded.

"Please continue."

That was all the encouragement Corrin needed, it seemed, as her fingers resumed their work on Edelgard's shirtly, carefully undoing the lace as she moved down along the front, but not opening up the fabric itself. As she untied it, she left it closed, revealing only the barest sliver of Edelgard's skin. She was, in a sense, delaying the problem for both of them. She didn't know how Edelgard would do being exposed and she wasn't really sure how she'd react either.

Her hands moved easily, even with the fingers against her wrist, but after a few inches she paused, her hands moving to clasp Edelgard's, eyes still focused on the face of the woman beneath her as she lifted up her scarred hand and turned to press it palm-first against her exposed breast. An invitation and a request, really...she wanted that connection, wanted to feel the other touching her, even as she suspected Edelgard needed something similar, to distract her.

And then her fingers returned to the half-undone shirt, making short work of the rest of the lace while leaving the garment closed. Once it was completely done, rather than push it aside, she slipped her hand beneath it, letting her fingers trace over Edelgard's still-hidden stomach.

Edelgard didn't have any objection to that, so she let her hand close around Corrin's breast. Gentle, exploratory, but with growing confidence. She liked the warm feeling of the soft mound against her palm, she decided. It was a strange thought, but one that took her mind off her concerns, her troubles, and more importantly...the feeling of cool air against her chest.

The fingers reaching beneath her shirt would find hard, taut muscle more than anything soft, with considerably less scarring on the front than on Edelgard's wrists and arms. There were so few veins and arteries that could be reached there...so it was not as bad as it could be. Those Who Slither in the Dark were concerned more with efficiency than with cruelty, and so her front was spared, mostly.

When Corrin's fingertips grazed a bit higher, she'd doubtless catch several scars...though many of them are at odd intervals, less regular and stratified. Scars from battle, mostly.

"You can take off my shirt, I think. I should...be okay, now."

A little 'mm' slipped out of Corrin's lips when Edelgard began her exploration of her chest, especially on the initial squeeze. Oh that was going to make concentrating hard, wasn't it? Well, she could deal, and she definitely didn't want it to stop.

Her head did roll down a bit, chin almost hitting her collarbone before she caught herself and straightened up with a sheepish little grin, and her hands finally started moving again. At Edelgard's instruction she gave a little nod and her eyes flicked away from her face finally, down to Edelgard's stomach as her hands slid back down to the other woman's waist.

This time as her hands moved up, she let her wrists push the fabric apart, her eyes hungrily taking in every inch of pale skin as it was exposed. She paused only when her fingers hit one of those scars, tracing the tip of her index finger over it once, twice, and then moving forward. And with a finally gesture she pushed the shirt open completely, letting the two sides flip out onto Edelgard's arms and the bed.

The body beneath was what one might expect. Edelgard was pale, she was fit, and she had her scars. The signs of her life as a warrior, as much as the signs of her childhood as an experiment. With her body bared save for the thick cloth wrapping her breasts, she allowed herself a small nod. She was resolved now, she would see this through.

She couldn't, wouldn't, disappoint Corrin. Not knowing how much the blonde wanted her.

"It's not so bad here," she said simply, her thumb finding and brushing against one nipple.

"My back is worse. But...this doesn't...it's okay, yes?"

A note of uncertainty slipped in at that final phrase. Was she too scarred for Corrin? Or...was this okay?

Honestly, Corrin had been expecting it to be worse, so knowing this part wasn't too bad was something of a relief. In her mind there was something more...awful...about scars on the front than on the back. You could see them, you would notice them every time you bathed or changed, a constant reminder...

Well, it didn't really matter. She opened her mouth to say something but the words caught, fading into a soft hiss as Edelgard's thumb traced across her nipple. Right. Focus. Heavens that felt good. But this wasn't about her, not really. And Edelgard's worry and uncertainty, that knot she could feel mixed in with desire, was much more important right then.

She bit the corner of her lip, her weight shifting forward as her hands slid along Edelgard's stomach again, fingers tracing lightly over two of her battle scars. Her eyes wandered after the path her hands traced, until they came to a stop, palms flat against her ribs just below her wrap. And then they flicked up to look Edelgard in the eyes again.

"I think you're beautiful," she said, that smile of hers that was always halfway to a grin tugging at her lips. "Nothing is going to change that."

The thing about false platitudes is that Edelgard had heard a lot of them over the years. She knew what to look for, and when she heard Corrin's voice...saw that grin...she knew that it wasn't something false. The knot began to come undone almost immediately, her emotions flicked from something sad to something much different. Something much happier, more secure, and more firm. She could believe this. That smile, those eyes...

"Then, kiss me. And...please, keep touching me."

Edelgard couldn't help the note of command in her voice. She hadn't intended it to be there, but she had a feeling that Corrin wouldn't mind. And she wouldn't mind being teased about it. She was, after all, the one on her back.

"I want this. And I want you."

The shift in Edelgard's emotions was so intense it actually came over Corrin almost like a wave, setting off a sense of relief she hadn't known she desperately needed. Her smile got a bit wider, and thne turned into a flat out grin at that command from the emperor. She giggled, her fingers drumming softly against Edelgard's ribs.

"Mmm..." It was almost as though she was weighing over whether or not to do as she was told, but finally she sighed. "Well, if Emperor Edelgard insists...."

She teased, before leaning forward to press in another kiss to Edelgard's lips, her hair tumbling down around both of them like a curtain, not quite lying prone against her, but close. She had to leave the space free for her hands to slip upward finally, sliding over the wrap the emperor had across her chest to cup her breasts, fingers squeezing into the material and the softer flesh beneath, before they moved to either side, hunting for the easiest way to undo the fabric.

If Edelgard was willing, Corrin wasn't going to wait!

Edelgard hummed happily when Corrin leaned forward, returning the kiss with a pleasant sigh and a flick of her thumb to steal a quick groan from her Bonded's lips. She was enjoying having that power, she realized.

There was thankfully no great mystery to Edelgard's wrap. It was held in place by a simple thread at the back, a quick tug all that would be required to remove it. And not a single objection from the emperor. Quite the opposite. She wriggled to get her back into a better position for Corrin to take hold and pull.

Corrin laughed into the kiss as she felt Edelgard squirming to make it easier to get her wrap off. Now that the wall had come down, as it were, she could feel Edelgard falling into this as much as she was and it felt honestly wonderful. More so even than the raw desire from earlier. That was still there, but mixed with...a lot of things she wasn't quite sure of the words for yet. Something big, probably. Something to worry about tomorrow.

Instead she worried about undoing the single thread that stood between her and getting Edelgard's wrap off. And the poor thing stood little chance, really, as her fingers undid it quickly and tugged it loose, shifting her weight to push Edelgard flat on her back again as she tugged the wrap aside and tossed it away.

She didn't break the kiss immediately, but after a few more long seconds she did, pulling back with a soft, low sound as their lips slipped apart and then straightening up so her eyes could roam down to Edelgard's now exposed chest, her hands following a moment later to brush over the now-exposed skin, moving along to brush across her nipples. Her eyes flicked back up to watch Edelgard's face as she did so.

Edelgard laughed against Corrin's lips as the cloth finally came away, leaving her bare save for her trousers. Those were a problem for later, and not nearly as large an obstacle. Her legs were just legs, and while they had their scars, they were no more or less bad than her arms and back.

The other's hands against her breasts made her groan, forcing her to pull back from the kiss to take a breath. Those, at least, were largely unscarred. Thanks, no doubt, to her rib cage being in the way of anything vital. She had battle scars, mostly along her collarbone, but nothing like the gruesome spectacle of other parts.

"Corrin..." she huffed out, eyes wide and staring up at her Bonded. "Would you please...from now on...call me El?"

Hearing her touch elicit that groan from Edelgard put a wicked little grin on Corrin's face, because that was what she was aiming for. That sound, that desire and need and pleasure. Edelgard deserved it, after everything she had been through, and frankly, Corrin wanted it too.

She was about to say something when the woman beneath her spoke first, and she was so thrown off by it that she was just silent and frozen for a few seconds. It was just so difficult to imagine Edelgard with a nickname and yet...it did make sense? And didn't everyone have them? Well...she hadn't had one, but her name didn't exactly lend itself to anything good and...

And her brain was racing pointlessly, so she shook the thoughts away and needed. "I can do that." She said, her voice a whisper. Then she leaned forward to kiss her again, a short, quick kiss which she broke with a little grin.

"We're in bed with our pants on," she pointed out. "You should do something about that, El." Edelgard wasn't the only one who could occasionally give a command.

Well now. That was interesting. Edelgard couldn't help but smirk. A command? She wasn't used to following orders, but...

"Just this once," she said with a little laugh, reaching down to Corrin's waist with one hand and planting the other firmly on her Bonded's cheek. "But you will have to remove mine."

Nimble fingers found the laces easily, fingers used to fine work while still wearing gloves, and began to undo them. Quick, practiced tugs got the lacing free and her arm extended as far as it would go, peeling back the trousers.

"...And you'll have to wriggle a bit. My arms aren't so long."

The blonde just laughed at what Edelgard said, eyes flicking away as she resisted the urge to point out she didn't particularly need to listen to commands either. But she refrained, instead focusing on slightly cool sensation of Edelgard's hand against her cheek, and the far more interesting little pressures that came from feeling someone else unlace her pants. Well now. That was...distracting.

Oh who was she kidding, all of this was distracting.

She huffed out a breath at the instructions to wiggle, letting her head slump forward against El's neck because she didn't actually want to move but, rationally, there wasn't really any other way to do this. Sigh. She lifted her head to steal a quick kiss before she straightened up and rolled off of the emperor, onto her back, so she could lift up her rear and shimmy her pants down before kicking them off the bed. Beneath them she was wearing a simple pair of white underwear. Her legs were mostly pale, though there was still a faint remnant of a tan on her thighs from her old armor.

Once they were off she rose back onto her knees, but rather than climb back onto Edelgard she found herself just remaining next to her, letting her hand come out to trace a slow line across the her bonded's stomach. She really was so pretty. Her finger did a circle of Edelgard's belly button before journeying down to Edelgard's pants to begin undoing them.

Edelgard continued to stare up into Corrin's eyes with her usual intensity. Everything she did was like this, and why should this be any different? If she was going to love someone, she was going to love them as hard as she could, give in wholly to the passions that she'd allowed to slip free like the clothing that was now lying on the floor.

If someone was going to see her like this, then she was going to give them everything.

She giggled softly as her pants began to come down, reaching a hand out to Corrin, running it through the long mass of her hair. Her fingers carded through soft blonde locks, the sensation of that against her skin where normally it would be muffled by gloves creating an keenly arousing feeling in the Emperor. This was a treat, a rarity...

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" she asked, rolling her hips up so that Corrin could tug off her pants and reveal her plain black undergarments.

Corrin let out a small, content sound as Edelgard's fingers ran through her hair. There was just something almost intoxicating about the feel of someone's fingers in her hair, the light tug at her scalp sending a shiver down her spine.

But she had to concentrate on the task at hand! As Edelgard lifted her hips, Corrin's fingers dug into the fabric of her pants to tug them over her rear and down along her legs, shifting her weight away so she could reach out and push thme towards her ankles...only to pause in surprise at that compliment.

"Uh." She looked over at Edelgard again, and a surprised blush colored her cheeks, brighter than the flush from earlier. "I don't...think so." She said with a nervous giggle.

"But I definitely don't mind hearing it."

"Well...you are among the most beautiful people I've ever met."

Edelgard didn't waste time with false flattery. There were a lot of beautiful people in her life, and Corrin was definitely one of them, so she wanted to give her no reason to doubt the sincerity there.

"You're so vibrant. So...alive..."

Hubert would say that she's an idiot. Had said it, in fact. But even blockheads had charm, and energy.

"And you make me feel good. Appreciated. Safe. That's...not something I feel often."

Corrin stayed very still at all of that, just listening, her blush getting gradually worse. She wanted to say something in return, but nothing that came into her head felt nearly adequate in the face of all those compliments. So instead she turned and focused again on tugging Edelgard's pants the rest of the way off, a bit more gently than before. She tossed them on the floor, then made to scoot back up the bed, until she was kneeling next to Edelgard again.

She learned down to kiss her softly, almost like a prince kissing a princess then, one hand holding her hair up as she did so. When she broke it, there was a small, genuine smile on her face.

"Thank you, El." She said softly. "That...I..." She trailed off and laughed softly. "Just thank you."

Edelgard shivered as Corrin finally got her pants off, her pale legs bare enough to reveal similar scars to her arms. A mass of them, focused largely at regular, surgical intervals. Though, she was long past worrying too much about it, as when she had those red eyes to stare up into, a lot of her self-conscious thoughts just seemed to stop working.

"Of course..."

She slipped up, letting her lips press against Corrin's neck, gently pecking at it. Only, there was something...else...on her mind now that she was this close. A fleeting thought, but one that stuck with her as she nuzzled the crook of her lover's neck.

"I know...you are going to show me something interesting...or I hope so...but I'm wondering. Would you mind, if...maybe...I...?"

She paused mid sentence, letting her teeth graze gently against the curve of Corrin's neck.

"...tasted you? Just this once? You smell incredible...and we're already planning to go farther..."

Corrin hadn't given the scars on Edelgard's legs a second thought. They were just a part of her, as much as anything else was really. She had been surprised by some of them, initially, but knowing they were there and having seen some made them just another little aspect of who she was.

She opened her mouth to say something but the words caught in her throat as El's lips found her neck, a little shudder shooting down her spine as one of her hands came out to grab the pillow to steady herself. Wow that was awfully distracting. And then those words...

Taste? Did she...oh. Oh.

"I..." Corrin laughed the words away, a quick, nervous giggle. She had offered this before, when she'd first really understood what was going to happen, but offering wasn't the same as it actually happening. Considering what else they were doing though...

Could she think of saying no?

"I...okay." She finally agreed with a little nod and a quick swallow. She was definitely nervous, but also a little excited? What would this feel like? Would it hurt?

Edelgard nodded, and breathed in.

"Thank you. I just...only with you...do I want to do this."

And with that, she closed her mouth around Corrin's neck. A faint pinprick as her fangs sank in was the only pain, and then the magic of the bite took over. Whatever magic made it work would send a numbing, intoxicating, rush of pleasure, all concentrated around the act, up through Corrin.

The blood rushing into her mouth, sucked gently up by Edelgard's eager lips, was sweet and tangy, a tantalizing taste of what she could have any time she felt like taking from a Witch. Only, she knew that was not wise, and so this act held an element of something Forbidden, something she found extremely arousing, and something she pulled away from after only a little bite.

"You're wonderful," she murmured as she released her Bonded, tongue lapping over the puncture wounds to seal them up. Her lips, stained red, left faint bloody smears against Corrin's pale skin, but beyond that there was little to mark her bite

"Sweet, as sweet as your words. I hope...that was not painful?"

Before, if someone had asked Corrin to describe a vampire bite, she probably would have answered with 'messy' and 'painful.' While she'd never really been bitten by anything herself, she'd seen a few soldiers after they had been, and the bites definitely qualified as messy. (And the screaming definitely indicated painful.)

So when Edelgard had said the bite shouldn't hurt, well...she had tried to believe her? She wanted to, at least, but that wasn't the same as actually doing it. So her whole body was a bit tense when El moved in for that initial bite, which probably made the initial puncture more intense than it should have been.

And then the strange rush of pleasure rolled over her, and her arms came up to grab at Edelgard, half to hold her and half to keep her knees from buckling beneath her and sending them both sprawling out onto the mattress. Oh. So that was what El had meant. It...

Well. She shivered, her head dropping forward to rest on the emperor's shoulder, her hands splayed against her back as she felt a shiver rush up her spine, then another. She was silent throughout, until Edelgard actually pulled back, and then she made a noise that was something like a smothered whine. It was unexpected enough it even startled her!

There was another shiver, and the feeling of her wound...closing? Was familiar and yet strange. She'd been healed by magic many times but this was...this was different. Her grip loosened though, and after a few seconds she slumped back some, her rear almost bumping into her heels before she caught herself on Edelgard's waist, looking up at her in a daze.

"That was..." She was disoriented enough she even missed that oh so cheesy compliment, or at least, didn't blush to it like she normally would have.

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