They'll have to return to the serious conversation shortly, but this is as good of icebreaker as any between the two of them. Her comment makes him laugh harder. At this rate, he'll have a hard time breathing.
"Of course you have. I just usually can't say anything at all when you do." Ardbert states innocently. "Which is probably a good thing, considering the alternative."
Era is glad she's kept her face tucked against his side, as it helps her hide how delightfully flustered his admittance leaves her.
As for the rest... If he is going to tease her about this for the foreseeable future, she may as well embrace it.
"...Did you not enjoy it, then?" Her voice dips into that low tone she reserves just for him. "Thrusting your cock deep within me to fill my barren womb with your virile seed?"
Oh, she's going to own it. Ardbert clears his throat and looks at a meaningless spot on the ceiling. Era's not the only one who's flustered now.
"I'm pretty sure my cock isn't that long." He doesn't want to even think about how uncomfortable pants would be. "But I do enjoy being with you. How it makes us both feel good. The silly noises and the stupid shite it makes you say... It's good to see you lose control."
"Long enough I can truly appreciate my internal elasticity," she retorts, absentmindedly placing her hand low on her abdomen. "It touches the entrance to my womb even before you've fully sheathed yourself inside me."
Her tail curls with delight as the sensation comes to mind.
"Suffice it to say, I love how your cock feels inside of me, and how my body shifts to pull you deeper and deeper, refusing to let you withdraw..." Era strokes her tail along his inner thigh. "My body is still that of a mortal woman's, after all, and subject to occasional bouts of that primal urge to breed."
Ardbert can feel heat on his cheeks. He doesn't move away from Era, nor shift from the tail's movements along his inner thigh. The only thing that shifts is his hand, moving from her hip and sliding around the tail so he can comfortably stroke her panties.
"So you weren't... exaggerating the womb thing, then." Gods, the fact he can get that deep inside her and she likes it is rather hot. "And, ah, no offense, but it's a little more than 'occasional' from my experience...."
He strokes the curve of her rear as her tail continues stroking his thigh in turn. Era shivers.
"You've seen the shape of you beneath my skin, hero." It is something she takes great pleasure in witnessing. How her body clings to him like a second skin, holding tight even as he moves.
"Sometimes I wish to make love. Sometimes I wish to be fucked," she hums, lifting her other hand to trace arcane shapes along the curves of his muscles. "Very rarely am I struck by the overwhelming desire for you to make my body bear you a child."
Era presses a kiss to his flesh.
"...It's been nearly a year since I arrived in this place. A year since I last fought for my life. Long enough for my body to feel safe, and let me feel things that were too dangerous to before.
"It doesn't change the fact that it is something that cannot—and should not—be, but it has let me feel want for the first time."
Ardbert had always assumed children weren't in the cards. Easy to do after being dead for a hundred years. It isn't necessary for Era to get pregnant for them to have children....
To have a chance to be called 'Father'....
"You don't need to bear a child to have one," Ardbert says quietly. "There's so many orphans."
She said other things, but he's clinging to what few memories he has in this moment of his own childhood.
"Would you want kids? When our worlds are safe? O-Or if we come across someone that worms their way into our hearts before then...."
"...Only if our worlds are safe. No matter who finds their way to our hearts before that day, I will not be a mother. It would be too much of a risk." Era is firm on this, though her tone holds regret.
"...I would like to have a school built. One that is a home for those who have none. With the connections I have it would be the safest of places for children."
It's something she's thought about idly for the past few years, whenever she encountered an orphan who could have used such a place. It would be a good compromise.
"And if the future ever permits it, I wish to bear a child. Your child. This body has taken countless lives... I would like the chance to give life for once," she whispers her admittance. "To use my body to create, not destroy. To nurture. To feel a new soul blossom within me..."
Era squirms ever so slightly, a faint shudder of delight coursing through her. She presses her hand more firmly against the flat of her abdomen.
"...For my womb to grow heavy with child. For my breasts to swell with milk. For everyone to see at a glance that I am yours in every way. That I've entrusted myself to you so wholly and completely that I've given my body to your child." Her voice lowers, and it's evident she is unfairly turned on by this. "Our child."
Ardbert wants to talk about the school—it's a beautiful idea—but the idea of Era heavy with his child distracts him entirely.
If anyone would figure out how to use magic to help them bear a child, it would be Era. He admits watching her with Hythlodaeus had more than once stirred his loins. Ardbert becomes aware of her against him as she speaks of her growing heavy with his child and her breasts as she speaks of how they would swell.
"And if the future ever permits it, I wish to be there for you every step of the way. To feel every fraction of an ilm that your body changes from one day to the next. I'd get you every one of your strange cravings, rub your feet or lift things when you can't reach them anymore... tell you how beautiful you are every day. Lift you and feel the weight of both you and our child in my arms... Mmm, and I'll happily put my head between your legs whenever you'd like."
His voice lowers, too, as he speaks. Gods. A child. Their child!
"Whenever I like?" Era shifts, pressing herself flush against his side. She arches her back in a way to make him keenly aware of her breasts; nipples alert with arousal.
"...And what if I want your mouth elsewhere? While your babe grows within me your lips can ease the pain of my swollen breasts," she pulls away enough that she can cup her breasts in her hands, giving him a deceptively innocent look. "You can make them drip with milk before our daughter is born. I've heard some mothers have difficulty, so it would only be proper that you ensure I make milk enough to sate her."
Gods, he can't ignore those perky little breasts or what they mean is coming next. When she pulls away to cup her breasts, Ardbert's eyes follow. Era's going to drive him mad if he doesn't start doing something to her to make her lose focus.
Ardbert's hand slides between the back of her legs, fingers finding places to stroke and rub against the gussets of her panties. "I could be talked into that... we'd want to be certain. Daughter, hmm?"
Ardbert's quiet for a moment, then chuckles. "You've been thinking about this a lot. It's a pretty name...."
The hand that had been stroking her hair moves to cover one of her hands, holding it tightly in place and applying more pressure. Era could break free if she wished. But they both know how much the other enjoys the illusion of strength and helplessness.
"It means 'stars'," she whispers. "An Amaurotine name."
His hand on hers comes as a surprise, but Era doesn't resist as he applies more pressure. She exhales a soft, stuttered moan and rocks her hips against his fingers.
"Stars." He could complain that they should have talked about this together, but honestly, she and him think so similarly so often that he's not certain the result would have been any different.
Ardbert smiles innocently as she starts to respond to him. "... we are done with the serious conversation or should we pause this for a moment?"
The statement makes his smile wider although it turns amused at her question. "I can think with one head or the other, not both. My heart can only do so much to compensate."
That gets a momentary laugh; gods, he's going to be happy to 'practice' with her quite often. "Yes, ma'am."
It's not like they can continue to be serious anyway with Era looking and sounding like that. He gives in, brushing his fingers against the part of her gusset near her clitoris. The other hand around Era's squeezes.
Although the angle is awkward, Ardbert still leans up to trail his teeth against the flesh of her neglected breast. He presses his tongue against her nipple and slowly drags it across. It doesn't give her attention immediately again, circling around the hardening flesh, teasing with the barest of touches.
When it seems like he's going to continue that for some time, Ardbert changes tactics, removing tongue and closing his lips around her nipple. He sucks gently, tenderly. Being with Era time and time again has taught him how important foreplay is. He may not be a betting man, but he bets that "baby making" will require her to be absolutely wet.
A soft sigh slips from her lips as he brushes his fingers tantalizingly close to where she wants them most. He's teasing her, but for once she finds she doesn't mind it. When he lets his teeth lightly trail along her breast her breath catches.
She moans, quiet and soft like a whisper as his tongue slowly traces across her nipple, then licks a path around it as it becomes almost painfully stiff with her arousal. It's just as she's about to show her displeasure, wanting something more, when Ardbert wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks.
Era takes a shuddering breath, shivering delightedly from head to toe to tail. Then:
"Pin me to the bed, and take more of my breast in your mouth," she instructs; voice heavy with both arousal and pleasure, and breath catching with each motion he makes. "Lots of nerves in the surrounding tissue, hero."
Ardbert hums into her flesh to acknowledge her command, giving himself a moment more to enjoy her little noises. He has to take his mouth away from her breast to prevent any accidents, kissing her sternum in apology that he has to do so. Better safe than sorry, Era.
So he makes it up to her by following her instructions, shoving her firmly over with the hand against her hand against her breast. Ardbert keeps that hand in place, firmly 'pinning' her down as he moves between her legs. It's only an illusion, as he takes care to never support even the majority of his weight with that hand as to not hurt her.
He shifts the angle of his arm as to more comfortably hold it against her hand and breast, 'making' her squeeze her breast and move her own palm against her nipple. Ardbert has no plans on releasing that hand anytime soon. It's not a coincidence that he's using the hand wearing his engagement ring, knowing the feeling of it will heighten her pleasure.
Ardbert gets onto his knees to make himself more comfortable for the long haul, leaning forward to find her breast with his lips. He obliges the last part of her request, taking more of her breast into his mouth as he sucks gently. The softness of her flesh here delights him, doubly so in that he knows he's bringing pleasure to her. Then he pauses, realizing he can add a little more, and momentarily drops her breast from her mouth, moving slowly once he's certain she's watching.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches down with his free hand to scoop it behind the inside of her thigh. He pulls, then pushes with a steady force to bring it up closer to her chest. When it's close enough, he wraps his arm around it, holding it fast. Another aid in the illusion to being trapped.
Which she most assuredly is not, considering how Ardbert obediently returns his mouth right where it was, taking in her flesh. Now he can use his lips, tongue, and teeth against her skin. He breathes hot air through his mouth against her skin before his tongue finds her nipple again. Ardbert presses his teeth gently into her skin, letting her feel them.
It turns out that pretend baby making is quite pleasurable.
While not quite what she had in mind when she requested he pin her, Era supposes it's good enough. Especially when she feels the smooth ridges of Ardbert's ring pressing against her hand as he forces her to squeeze and massage her breast. She gives him a little, broken hum of approval.
When he pins her leg Era is caught off guard, but returns the favour by wrapping her free leg around him, lightly pressing her heel into the dip of his back. It makes her feel more comfortable and balanced, while also keeping him close. She pulls him closer on reflex once he returns his mouth to her breast, drawing him in.
"Shite," she lets out a quiet, breathy moan from low in her throat. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, forcing him more firmly to her breast. The anatomy books weren't lying—there is definitely some hormonal incentive to make his mouth feel this good.
That's one of a handful of words Ardbert was hoping to hear. She clings to him with the limbs he doesn't have pinned. It's in moments like these that he feels complete and content, giving his betrothed pleasure strong enough to take her by surprise.
Other moments are like that, too, but Ardbert really isn't capable of thinking about those right now. He hums and keeps up the work, deliberately giving Era a chance to adjust to all the sensations. It gives him a chance to think about what to do next as he traces his tongue and across her nipple some more, feeling how hard it is because of him.
Ardbert loves how he can affect the world now... and her.
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"Have I never stolen your thoughts away?"
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As for the rest... If he is going to tease her about this for the foreseeable future, she may as well embrace it.
"...Did you not enjoy it, then?" Her voice dips into that low tone she reserves just for him. "Thrusting your cock deep within me to fill my barren womb with your virile seed?"
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"I'm pretty sure my cock isn't that long." He doesn't want to even think about how uncomfortable pants would be. "But I do enjoy being with you. How it makes us both feel good. The silly noises and the stupid shite it makes you say... It's good to see you lose control."
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Her tail curls with delight as the sensation comes to mind.
"Suffice it to say, I love how your cock feels inside of me, and how my body shifts to pull you deeper and deeper, refusing to let you withdraw..." Era strokes her tail along his inner thigh. "My body is still that of a mortal woman's, after all, and subject to occasional bouts of that primal urge to breed."
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"So you weren't... exaggerating the womb thing, then." Gods, the fact he can get that deep inside her and she likes it is rather hot. "And, ah, no offense, but it's a little more than 'occasional' from my experience...."
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"You've seen the shape of you beneath my skin, hero." It is something she takes great pleasure in witnessing. How her body clings to him like a second skin, holding tight even as he moves.
"Sometimes I wish to make love. Sometimes I wish to be fucked," she hums, lifting her other hand to trace arcane shapes along the curves of his muscles. "Very rarely am I struck by the overwhelming desire for you to make my body bear you a child."
Era presses a kiss to his flesh.
"...It's been nearly a year since I arrived in this place. A year since I last fought for my life. Long enough for my body to feel safe, and let me feel things that were too dangerous to before.
"It doesn't change the fact that it is something that cannot—and should not—be, but it has let me feel want for the first time."
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Ardbert had always assumed children weren't in the cards. Easy to do after being dead for a hundred years. It isn't necessary for Era to get pregnant for them to have children....
To have a chance to be called 'Father'....
"You don't need to bear a child to have one," Ardbert says quietly. "There's so many orphans."
She said other things, but he's clinging to what few memories he has in this moment of his own childhood.
"Would you want kids? When our worlds are safe? O-Or if we come across someone that worms their way into our hearts before then...."
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"...I would like to have a school built. One that is a home for those who have none. With the connections I have it would be the safest of places for children."
It's something she's thought about idly for the past few years, whenever she encountered an orphan who could have used such a place. It would be a good compromise.
"And if the future ever permits it, I wish to bear a child. Your child. This body has taken countless lives... I would like the chance to give life for once," she whispers her admittance. "To use my body to create, not destroy. To nurture. To feel a new soul blossom within me..."
Era squirms ever so slightly, a faint shudder of delight coursing through her. She presses her hand more firmly against the flat of her abdomen.
"...For my womb to grow heavy with child. For my breasts to swell with milk. For everyone to see at a glance that I am yours in every way. That I've entrusted myself to you so wholly and completely that I've given my body to your child." Her voice lowers, and it's evident she is unfairly turned on by this. "Our child."
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If anyone would figure out how to use magic to help them bear a child, it would be Era. He admits watching her with Hythlodaeus had more than once stirred his loins. Ardbert becomes aware of her against him as she speaks of her growing heavy with his child and her breasts as she speaks of how they would swell.
"And if the future ever permits it, I wish to be there for you every step of the way. To feel every fraction of an ilm that your body changes from one day to the next. I'd get you every one of your strange cravings, rub your feet or lift things when you can't reach them anymore... tell you how beautiful you are every day. Lift you and feel the weight of both you and our child in my arms... Mmm, and I'll happily put my head between your legs whenever you'd like."
His voice lowers, too, as he speaks. Gods. A child. Their child!
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"...And what if I want your mouth elsewhere? While your babe grows within me your lips can ease the pain of my swollen breasts," she pulls away enough that she can cup her breasts in her hands, giving him a deceptively innocent look. "You can make them drip with milk before our daughter is born. I've heard some mothers have difficulty, so it would only be proper that you ensure I make milk enough to sate her."
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Ardbert's hand slides between the back of her legs, fingers finding places to stroke and rub against the gussets of her panties. "I could be talked into that... we'd want to be certain. Daughter, hmm?"
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"A little girl," Era confirms with confidence. "Astraia."
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The hand that had been stroking her hair moves to cover one of her hands, holding it tightly in place and applying more pressure. Era could break free if she wished. But they both know how much the other enjoys the illusion of strength and helplessness.
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His hand on hers comes as a surprise, but Era doesn't resist as he applies more pressure. She exhales a soft, stuttered moan and rocks her hips against his fingers.
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Ardbert smiles innocently as she starts to respond to him. "... we are done with the serious conversation or should we pause this for a moment?"
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With how much Era had been dreading this conversation of children the past week, it isn't any surprise that she had a dream or two about them.
"Can you not multitask, dear husband-to-be?" She tries to tease, but her voice comes out more husky and sensual than playful.
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Well.
...There is none right now, with how badly she wants Ardbert in this moment.
"...Pause the conversation," she tells him. "And think with the less adorable of your heads, so you can practice putting our child inside me."
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It's not like they can continue to be serious anyway with Era looking and sounding like that. He gives in, brushing his fingers against the part of her gusset near her clitoris. The other hand around Era's squeezes.
Although the angle is awkward, Ardbert still leans up to trail his teeth against the flesh of her neglected breast. He presses his tongue against her nipple and slowly drags it across. It doesn't give her attention immediately again, circling around the hardening flesh, teasing with the barest of touches.
When it seems like he's going to continue that for some time, Ardbert changes tactics, removing tongue and closing his lips around her nipple. He sucks gently, tenderly. Being with Era time and time again has taught him how important foreplay is. He may not be a betting man, but he bets that "baby making" will require her to be absolutely wet.
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She moans, quiet and soft like a whisper as his tongue slowly traces across her nipple, then licks a path around it as it becomes almost painfully stiff with her arousal. It's just as she's about to show her displeasure, wanting something more, when Ardbert wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks.
Era takes a shuddering breath, shivering delightedly from head to toe to tail. Then:
"Pin me to the bed, and take more of my breast in your mouth," she instructs; voice heavy with both arousal and pleasure, and breath catching with each motion he makes. "Lots of nerves in the surrounding tissue, hero."
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So he makes it up to her by following her instructions, shoving her firmly over with the hand against her hand against her breast. Ardbert keeps that hand in place, firmly 'pinning' her down as he moves between her legs. It's only an illusion, as he takes care to never support even the majority of his weight with that hand as to not hurt her.
He shifts the angle of his arm as to more comfortably hold it against her hand and breast, 'making' her squeeze her breast and move her own palm against her nipple. Ardbert has no plans on releasing that hand anytime soon. It's not a coincidence that he's using the hand wearing his engagement ring, knowing the feeling of it will heighten her pleasure.
Ardbert gets onto his knees to make himself more comfortable for the long haul, leaning forward to find her breast with his lips. He obliges the last part of her request, taking more of her breast into his mouth as he sucks gently. The softness of her flesh here delights him, doubly so in that he knows he's bringing pleasure to her. Then he pauses, realizing he can add a little more, and momentarily drops her breast from her mouth, moving slowly once he's certain she's watching.
Slowly and deliberately, he reaches down with his free hand to scoop it behind the inside of her thigh. He pulls, then pushes with a steady force to bring it up closer to her chest. When it's close enough, he wraps his arm around it, holding it fast. Another aid in the illusion to being trapped.
Which she most assuredly is not, considering how Ardbert obediently returns his mouth right where it was, taking in her flesh. Now he can use his lips, tongue, and teeth against her skin. He breathes hot air through his mouth against her skin before his tongue finds her nipple again. Ardbert presses his teeth gently into her skin, letting her feel them.
It turns out that pretend baby making is quite pleasurable.
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When he pins her leg Era is caught off guard, but returns the favour by wrapping her free leg around him, lightly pressing her heel into the dip of his back. It makes her feel more comfortable and balanced, while also keeping him close. She pulls him closer on reflex once he returns his mouth to her breast, drawing him in.
"Shite," she lets out a quiet, breathy moan from low in her throat. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, forcing him more firmly to her breast. The anatomy books weren't lying—there is definitely some hormonal incentive to make his mouth feel this good.
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Other moments are like that, too, but Ardbert really isn't capable of thinking about those right now. He hums and keeps up the work, deliberately giving Era a chance to adjust to all the sensations. It gives him a chance to think about what to do next as he traces his tongue and across her nipple some more, feeling how hard it is because of him.
Ardbert loves how he can affect the world now... and her.
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