A Dragon's Constitution | [Neuvillette x Reader]
Summary: Iudex Neuvillette has been acting a little...strange, as of late. Worried about him, Sigewinne and Wriothesley come up with a plan to help lessen his load.
âIâm lending you to Neuvillette for the week.â
Well, being Neuvillette's assistant for a week shouldn't be that bad. Unless, of course, the reason Neuvillette has been acting strange is due to the fact that he's actually a dragon that has regained his full power, and now, with the return of said power, his body is experiencing things he's never known before now.
Because that would be totally crazy...right?
Content: Smut, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Rut, fem!reader
Word Count: 10.8k
Note: this occurs after "Doctor's Orders"
Sigewinne is the first to hear the rumors about Iudex Neuvilletteâalthough Wriothesley isnât far behind.
The first indication that something might be wrong with the Iudex is brought up in a letterâone penned by Sedene that is delivered to Sigewinne. In the letter, Sedene writes that since Fontaine has overcome its disaster, everything has been going wellâŚexcept, Neuvillette has been behaving a littleâŚstrange.
Sedene does not elaborate on what exactly is wrong, and Sigewinne assumes thatâs because she doesnât know. Melusine have the ability to sense things, but the things they sense arenât always accompanied with an answer.
And so, Sigewinne writes back telling Sedene to make sure Neuvillette is staying hydrated (since she knows he has been particularly busy as of late), and that sheâll try and make a trip to see him soon, when she has the time.
The following day, a new batch of wrongdoers arrive in the prison, and along with themâsome speculations about Fontaineâs supreme judge.
âI think I deserve a retrial,â one of the men says, clearly frustrated. âI stated my case, but then Iudex Neuvillette actually blanked, and had to ask me to repeat myself! After I said everything so eloquently! Thatâs why Iâm down here, man. I was so surprised by it that when I said my argument again, I sounded lameâŚthis sucks.â
Listening from behind a nearby pillar, Wriothesley frowns to himself.Â
Neuvillette getting distracted in court? Well, thatâs certainly a firstâand a worrying first, at that.
Before the dayâs end, Wriothesley and Sigewinne seek each other out. Equally concerned about what theyâve been hearing, they spend the evening coming up with a plan. Something they might be able to do to help Neuvillette.
The next morning, you wake up and get readyâprepared to go and spend a few days below ground in the FortressâŚonly to find Wriothesley on your doorstep.
âHi,â he says with a smile when you pull your front door open.
Your eyes go wide, and you glance either way down the street, wondering if youâre being pranked.Â
When nothing seems suspicious, you reach out and touch Wriothesleyâs chest to make sure heâs real.
He immediately rolls his eyes and snatches your hand, bringing it to his lips.
âYes, Iâm real. Yes, Iâm here.â
âGoodâbut, why are you here?â you ask.Â
Not that he isnât welcome at your apartment, butâŚyou just didnât expect to see him here. On the surface. At your place of residence.
âAm I late or something? I thought we scheduled for me to come back to the Fortress today.â
âNo, you are not late,â he reassures you. He gives your hand a little squeeze before allowing you to have it back.
âThereâs beenâŚa little change in your schedule.â
You cock an eyebrow at him.
âWhat kind of change?â
Does he want you to stay on the surface a few more days before coming back down? Considering heâs here, maybe heâs got some business on the surface, which would mean thereâs no point in you going to the Fortress right now.
Wriothesleyâs smile growsâlittle crow's feet appearing at the corner of his eyes.
âIâm lending you to Neuvillette for the week.â
âŚ
Huh?
âHere.â
Wriothesley grabs your bagâthe one slung over your arm and packed with items that should have tied you over while you stayed in the Fortressâand tosses it back into your apartment.
Then, he gently grabs your waist, pulls you out onto the street, and closes the door to your apartment behind you. He checks the door to make sure itâs locked, and when he finds that it is, he nods in satisfaction.
âCâmon, keep up,â he says, starting up the street. His boots are heavy against the pavement.
Blinking, you finally snap out of it and jog to catch up with him.
âHold on, youâyouâre lending me to Iudex Neuvillette?â
Youâve never known the man to have an assistant, and from what youâve heard from Wriothesley and others, he tends to prefer working alone. Aside from that, heâs very skilled at his job, and typically doesnât need helpâeven with the never ending case load.
â...did he consent to this?â
Wriothesley smiles, loving how smart you are.
âNot yet, but he will.â
The two of you turn a corner, heading towards an elevator that will take you up towards the Palais Mermonia. You narrow your eyes at Wriothesley. He waves you off.
âSigewinne and I both heard that he seems a littleâŚstressed lately. And we decided the best thing we could do right now, aside from giving him our support, would be lending him you. So, assuming he is in need of help, I donât see why he would turn our offer down, considering how proficient you are.â
âWhile I appreciate the praise, I think youâre underestimating the pride of men,â you tell him, standing at his side as the two of you arrive at the elevator. Wriothesley hits the button to summon it to your floor.
âHey, when I got busier than usual, I hired you,â he points out. You cock an eyebrow at him.
âIâm 99% sure the only reason you hired me was due to Sigewinne's influence. I bet she saw your stress growing and bugged you to get an assistant until you finally gave in.â
Wriothesley sighs.
âSometimes I wish you werenât so smart.â
You grin, holding your head high.
Finally, the elevator arrives on your floor. When the door opens, Wriothesley motions for you to board first. Then, he follows you on.
âSo, letâs say Sigewinne did insist I hire an assistant. The result of doing so was positive. My work got easier, and my life improved. If we present that logic to Neuvillette, thereâs no reason he should decline our help. Plus, he tends to listen to Sigewinne.â
You sigh, watching the city outside the glass doors of the elevator. Youâre nearly to the floor the Palais Mermonia is on.
âIf Neuvillette agrees that he wants the help, I have no issue being his assistant for the week.â
Wriothesley catches your silent drift of âyou get the pleasure of trying to convince him to accept help, thoughâ.Â
Which is fine. He loves a good challenge.
âSigewinne and I appreciate your cooperation,â he tells you sincerely.
Arriving on your floor, the elevator doors open, and you step out firstâstanding aside to allow Wriothesley to walk past you and lead the way. A few gazes are thrown your way as you goâpeople surprised to see the Duke of the Fortress above ground for onceâbut Wriothesley doesnât react, so neither do you.
Sticking by his side, you follow him up the steps and through the front door of the building.Â
âDuke Wriothesley,â Sedene greets as you near the doors of Neuvilletteâs office. She runs up to the two of you, her eyes somewhat nervously shifting towards the office doors.
âIudex Neuvillette, heâŚâ
She wants to say that heâs not accepting visitors at the moment, but she canât get the words outâobviously worried about him. Wriothesley flashes her a kind smile.
âSigewinne sent us,â he tells her, relief immediately appearing on her face at his words. âIs Neuvillette in?â
âYes, he is in,â she confirms, and then scuttles back over to her desk, only to return a moment later with a tray of tea (or, teacups and water?) in her hands.Â
âTake this when you go in, that should help.â
âI appreciate that,â Wriothesley responds. You reach down to take the tray from her hands, quietly thanking her as well. She flashes you a smile, gives you a thumbs up, and then goes back to work.
You and Wriothesley glance at each other. Seeing youâre ready, he raps his knuckles on the door thrice, and enters the room when Neuvilletteâs muffled and somewhat reluctant âcome inâ is heard from beyond the door.
Gripping the handle, Wriothesley pushes his way inside. You dutifully follow after him.
Once in the officeâthe door shutting softly behind youâyou quickly realize that perhaps something is wrong with the Iudex. Because for a man known for his neatness, and professionalism, his office is quiteâŚuntidy, at the moment.Â
Papers are scattered along his deskâpiles uneven, and threatening to fall. And on the coffee table nearby, there are multiple cups, along with empty bottles of imported water. Not to mention books that are strewed aroundâsome even on the floor.
Wriothesley takes quick stock of the state of the office before his gaze settles on Neuvillette, who is sitting at his desk. He's wearing his normal robes, and yet he looksâŚstrangely disheveled. Perhaps it's the faint dark circles under his eyes, or the way his hair looks less kept than usual?
âI thought I instructed that there were to be noâoh, Wriothesley.â
Neuvillette's tone of measured annoyance softens the second he looks up and sees who it actually is that has entered his office. Then, he sighs, feeling ashamed of his initial attitude.
âI apologize. Did you request a meeting? I don't recall getting any correspondence about it, unless it was accidentally left off my calendar.â
âNo need for apologies, Monsieur Neuvillette. I am the one who should be apologizing, as I did not reach out beforehand to let anyone know that I was coming.â
Wriothesley bows in slight apology, and you mirror him, figuring it's the right thing to do since you're technically also intruding.
âI know you're very busy, so I'll cut right to the chase to save us both time. Sigewinne and I are concerned about you, since we've both heard from multiple sources that you seem a little out of sorts as of late. So, in an attempt to help lessen your load, I'd like to offer you my assistant, Y/N, for the week.â
For the first time since you'd entered with Wriothesley, Neuvilletteâs sharp eyes slide to you. You force a polite smile to your lips andâremembering the tray in your handsâmove to set it on the nearby table.
Quickly filling one of the glasses with the water, you stride over to Neuvilletteâs desk and offer it to him.
âPleased to meet you,â you simply say.Â
âAnd you as well,â he responds, keeping up formalities.
Taking the glass from your hand, Neuvillette takes a long sip of water, and you scoot back to Wriothesleyâs side. Once Neuvillette has finished his drink, he places the glass down on his desk and sighs.
âI assure you that I am alright, and there is no need for concern.â
âI hate to disagree, but based on the state of your office, I can't believe that's true.â
Neuvilletteâs gaze slides around his office, as if truly seeing it for the first time in days. His brows pinch together as he realizes Wriothesley is right. He hadn't noticed it'd become so messyâŚ
âI will admit I have been a littleâŚscattered, lately. But it's nothing I cannot handle. Lending me your assistant would only increase the burden of your own workload, which I cannot accept.â
âActually,â Wriothesley is quick to counter. âI hired Y/N before the disaster, because much of my time was occupied watching the primordial sea gate, and preparing the Wingalet. Now that the disaster has passed, and things have relatively calmed down, my workload has greatly lessened. Meaning, I have no issue temporarily lending her to you.â
Knowing Wriothesley is only willing to give you up temporarilyâmeaning he'll want you back to himself at some pointâmakes you happy.
âBe that as it may, I will still have to decline your offer.â
Alright then, time to break out the big guns.
âI know since Furina stepped down as the Archon, you've only gotten busier,â Wriothesley tells him, fixing him with a concerned stare. âAnd because of that, Sigewinne is worried. If you could just accept Y/N's help for the week, I'm sure that would help put her mind at ease.â
The mention of Sigewinne causes Neuvillette to frown, so Wriothesley quickly lays it on thicker.
âI assure you that Y/N has been a great aide to me,â he says, his gaze meeting yours. âSigewinne recommends her as well. If you allow her to help you for a few days, I have no doubt sheâll be of use to you. So please, Neuvillette.â
Neuvillette places his elbows on his desk and folds his hands together. It takes a few seconds, but eventually, he sighs.
âFine. If Y/N is okay with this arrangement, I shall accept her help.â
Both men look your way. You smile.
âIâd be more than happy to help with whatever I can.â
Honestly, you hadnât expected to find yourself here, and arenât even sure what there is you can do to support him, but considering how tired he looks, youâll surely try your best.
âGood! Glad thatâs settled.â
With a happy grinâpleased that he has won the battleâWriothesley turns to you. He cups the back of your head and drags you inâhis lips pressing into your hair.
âIâll come visit on Saturday to take her back into my care. Best of luck to you both,â he says, heading for the door. He waves his hand at you and Neuvillette over his shoulder, and without saying anything else, exits the office.
You stare at the closed door for a second, before you take a deep breath, plaster on a smile, and turn back to Neuvillette.
âŚonly to find that heâs fixing you with a peculiar stare.
âAre you and Wriothesley seeing each otherâŚ?â he asks.
Ah, right, the way Wriothesley had kissed your head before leavingâŚ
âWe are not,â you assure him, taking a few steps towards his desk. âSince entering his employment the two of us have just becomeâŚfond of each other.â
Which isnât a lie. You and Wriothesley are quite fond of each otherâfond enough that every time you go to stay in the Fortress, you find yourself in his bed at least once (and not just because Sigewinne has instructed Wriothesley to continue having sex to keep his stress levels down). And no, youâre not dating, but thatâs fine. You enjoy what you have with him right now, and honestly, itâd be a bad look if anyone found out Wriothesley was dating his assistant anyway.
âI see,â Neuvillette nods, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. âI apologize for presuming.â
âNo need to apologize, Monsieur,â you respond, stepping up beside his desk. You smile at himâsofter, and more genuine this time.
âNow, what can I assist you with?â
While it takes a short while for Neuvillette to adjust to the idea of having an assistant to help with things, soon enough, the two of you come to an understanding.
He admits that he has been struggling to juggle court cases and new paperwork that needs to be signed off on now that the judicial system is changing (thanks to recent developments). So, you put forth the idea to allocate time to signing documents, and while you run things where they need to go afterwards, Neuvillette can address any cases on his docket.Â
Not having any better idea, he goes with your plan.
While Neuvillette busies himself with signing paperwork, you flit around his officeâcleaning up empty bottles and used cups, and putting abandoned books back on the shelves.
By the time youâve finished organizing (taking your time to make sure everything is put back in its proper place), Neuvillette has finished reviewing his first stack of papers.
âThese have all been signed off on,â he says, summoning you to his side. He points at the top right hand corner of the paper. âThis area on each document will show you where it needs to be returned.â
âUnderstood,â you respond, taking the stack from him. You cradle the papers in your arms and leaf through the first few sheets while heading for the door. However, you quickly realize the documents arenât grouped by which location they need to be dropped at.
So, you make a detour at the coffee tableâgently sitting yourself on the sofa as you begin sorting the papers into smaller stacks, grouped by department. Once youâve done that, you pile them all together again, and continue towards the doorâunaware of the way Neuvilletteâs lips tug into a smile at your actions.
Delivering documents where they need to go takes up the remainder of your morning, and by the time youâve finished, your stomach is growling. Soâfiguring that Neuvillette wonât have stepped away from his desk yetâyou decide to pick up something for the both of you.
âYou've returned,â he says without looking up from the document in his hand as you step into his office. âI assume everything has been delivered?â
âYes,â you respond with a nod, his gaze finally rising to look at you as he hears the sound of the bag in your hand, and smells the contents within. âAnd I grabbed us lunch. I assume you havenât eaten?â
âI have not,â he confirms. His eyes watch you as you b-line for the coffee table and begin unpacking the take-out food. âIâm not sure what you like, but I figured Iâd play it safe and go with soup, since you seem to enjoyâŚliquids.â
How else are you supposed to describe his taste when all you've seen him consume today is cup after cup of water?
Surprised, Neuvillette puts down the paper in his hand.
Standing from his chair, he makes his way over, staring at the clear broth of the consomme.
â...I think I'm beginning to see why Wriothesley enjoys having you as an assistant.â
âOh? Sounds like Iudex Neuvillette is becoming fond of me too,â you sayâvery jokingly. âYou may have to fight Wriothesley for me later. Assuming I stay as helpful during the remainder of the week.â
You half expect Neuvillette to say say something about how a fight wonât be necessary, as you're only a temporary loan, and he shouldn't need help beyond this week anywayâbut instead, he cracks a smile, grabs his portion of the consomme, and saysâ
âI'll have to keep that in mind.â
âbefore he returns to his desk and continues working through his lunch.
In the afternoon, Neuvillette remains immersed in paperwork and other documents. You mostly spend your time making sure he has enough water available to drink, and fetching him any books or materials he asks for, so he doesnât have to step away from his desk and break his concentration.
Itâs a dynamic that works, and already, you can tell his stress has lessenedânow that heâs caught up on many tasks. However, thereâs still the slightest pinch to his brow, and a tiny flush on the skin of his neck despite the fact that itâs not overly hot in his office (at least, in your opinion. But maybe all that hair of his is warm?).
However, you donât bother overthinking it. Itâs still your first day assisting him. It would be crazy to think heâd suddenly be stress-free after a few hours in your care.
When the clock strikes 5, Neuvillette doesnât miss a beat.
âYou may go home for the day.â
You blink, looking around for the time.
â...will you continue working?â
âYes, but that isnât out of the ordinary,â Neuvillette responds, taking a sip from the glass of water on his desk. âHowever, your station doesnât warrant you working overtime. You should go home now and enjoy your evening.â
You suppose heâs rightâŚthere are some things you canât really assist him with anyway. Plus, you still have four more days working under him.
âAlright then, I wonât argue with you,â you respond. You gather up what little things you had brought with you, and then head for the door. But, before you go, you turn back to him.
âWhen should I come tomorrow? 8am?â
â9am will be fine.â
âUnderstood,â you nod, flashing him a smile. âThen, Iâll see you tomorrow. Good night, Monsieur.â
âGood night, Y/N,â he responds in kind, watching you as you open the door and slip out of his office.
His gaze only lingers on the spot where you stood for a brief moment before he returns to his work.
The next day, you arrive at Neuvilletteâs office at the agreed upon time, only to find that heâs getting ready to leave.
âI have some trials at the Opera Epiclese today,â he says. âYou are welcome to join me.â
And really, who would pass up that offer?
So, without even setting your things down, you follow Neuvillette out of the building and to the Navia lineâboarding an aquabus that will take you to the opera house.
Neuvillette garners a lot of attention as the two of you make your way to the building, but you do your best to tune out any stares or whispers. You think Neuvilletteâs popularity among the people will never die.
âI have a guest today,â Neuvillette tells one of the staff members once youâve entered the main hall. âPlease make sure she is given a seat.â
âOf course,â they assure him, to which he nods. His eyes catch yours.Â
âI will find you once the trials are over,â he says.
âAlright,â you respond. âGood luck.â
He cocks an eyebrow at your sentiment.
âLuck is typically not required,â he tells you. You feel a little heat of embarrassment rise on your skin, but the smile that appears at the corner of Neuvilletteâs lips assures you heâs only joking with you.Â
âNonetheless, thank you.â
With that, he turns and heads up a staircase that will lead him upstairs to the judgeâs seat.
You follow the staff member into the theater, still feeling a little warm.
As it turns out, Neuvillette has a full docket today.Â
From morning to afternoon, you spend your day settled into your seat in the theaterâwatching prosecutors and defendants present evidence and argue back and forth.The cases draw most of your attention, but your gaze still strays to Neuvillette every so often, just to make sure heâs alright.
And he seems to beâŚfor the most part.
Once or twice, you notice that his eyes are unfocusedâstaring off into the distance, and not at the person who is speaking. And when a recess is taken for lunch, and Neuvillette finds you to invite you to partake in lunch with him, you notice that the flush on his neck has returned.
Silently, you wonder if heâs getting sickâŚalthough youâve never heard of Iudex Neuvillette being sick before now.
You make sure to send him back up to his stand with an extra bottle of water (which he downs quite quickly. Then, he even motions for one of the nearby employees to bring him more, whichâŚalso must be a little strange, considering you see some people in the audience watching Neuvillette, instead of the âshowâ).
By the time his docket has been cleared, and the two of you take the aquabus back to the city, the work day is over. You and Neuvillette bid each other farewell, and you return home.
Your third day is spent helping Neuvillette finish up paperwork related to the cases from the previous day.Â
He remains flushed the entire timeâthe blush on his neck creeping up to his ears. He also begins sighing heavily every so often, and his requests for water become more frequentâto the point where Sedene, who guards Neuvilletteâs stash of imported waters, even gets surprised by how quickly heâs going through them.
However, itâs not until the fourth dayâwhen you see Neuvillette behind his desk, face flushed, sweat beading on his brow, and his official robes discarded due to how hot he isâthat you finally have the guts to speak up.
âMonsieur,â you say hesitantly, remaining gentle despite the way his head nearly snaps up to look at you.Â
âIs it possible that youâre sick?â
Neuvillette frowns at the suggestion, as if thatâs impossible, butâŚafter a few seconds, he seems contemplative.
âWould you be able to go to the library and fetch me a book?â he responds without answering your original question. He writes the title down on a piece of paper for you, and you take itâunable to say no.
After a short trip to the library, you recruit the help of the librarian, who points you in the right direction, andâsoon enoughâyou find what Neuvillette has asked for.
A book on the history of the Dragon Authorities.
âŚhuh.
Dutifully, you take the book back to Neuvillette after checking it out, and he thanks youâsetting it off to the side until he has finished what heâs working on. It takes another hour or so, but finally, out of the corner of your eye, you see him reach for the book.
He flips through the pages until he finds the section heâs most interested in, and then he justâŚreads. For a while.
You keep yourself busy organizing paperwork in the meantime, and donât pay him much mind. At least, until you hear a crunching sound.
Startled, you glance over at Neuvillette, only to find that his desk is crackedâhis hand gripping it so hard that the wood has actually splintered.
You jump to your feet.
âNeuvilletteâ?!â
âLeave.â
Thereâs an edge to his typically calm voice.
âWhatââ
Youâre unable to get more than a word out before his sharp eyes find youâhis pupils like daggers.
âLeave,â he repeats, slightly more calm. Although, you swear you can almost hear a rumble in his chest.
Your heart sinks, worry blooming in your chest. Did you do something to upset him?
Seeing how your face twists, Neuvillette takes a deep breath.
âI apologize,â he says, his tone measured. His eyes meet yours for a long beat before he glances away, unable to look at you.
âYouâve done nothing wrong, and I appreciate your help until now, but I will no longer be needing your assistance. Please go home.â
Not understanding why heâs had a sudden change in demeanor, you want to prod him for answers about whatâs going on, butâŚseeing the tenseness of his body, and the way his chest heaves, you decide to listen to his request.
Without further argument, you gather your things and quickly head for the doorâonly pausing to say one last thing before leaving.
âIt was nice working with you, Monsieur Neuvillette,â you tell him, a smile tugging at your lips even though he refuses to look your way. âIf you ever need my assistance again, please donât hesitate to let me know.â
The sound of the door shutting behind you is loud in Neuvilletteâs ears, and once youâre gone, he finally lets go of his deskâchips of wood sprinkling the floor at his feet.
He attempts to take a deep breath to calm himselfâbut it has the opposite effectâhis jaw clenching as his senses are flooded with the scents in his office, all of which seem more pungent than usual.
Leather book covers, fresh ink, Springvale water, his freshly washed robe, and a fleeting, sweet scentâŚ
A scent that he wants to chase after.
He closes his eyes, stopping his train of thought.
Then, with shaking fingers, he picks up his pen and grabs a piece of paper.
As he drafts the notice of closure he intends to pass along to Sedene, a thunderstorm begins brewing outside his window.
On the morning of what should have been your fifth and final day in Neuvilletteâs care, you wake up and find that you canât simply let things be.Â
You do your best to distract yourself with whatever chores in your apartment need doing, but it doesnât work. You canât stop thinking about Neuvilletteâthe flush on his skin, and the way his eyes had looked when heâd commanded you to leave.
It had all just felt soâŚout of character. You canât help but worry about him.
So, despite the thunderstorm thatâs been raging outside since youâd returned home the evening before, you decide to go and check on him.
You bundle yourself up in a coat and shoes that wonât be ruined by the rain, and then grab your umbrellaâheading out into the storm.
As expected, not many people are out, which makes traversing the streets quite easy. You ride the elevator up to the Palais Mermonia alone, running up the steps and into the building to escape the rain.
In your hurry, you miss the notice thatâs been posted on the doors to the building.
Once inside, you close your umbrella and prepare an apology to Sedene for dripping all over the floor, but to your surprise, sheâs not at her desk. In fact, thereâs not a soul in sightâthe lights off, and the hall empty.
Youâve never heard of the Palais Mermonia shutting down beforeâŚ
You take a step back towards the entrance as lightning illuminates the roomâfiguring itâs best if you leave. ButâŚ
Your gaze strays towards the doors to Neuvilletteâs office, and after a beat, your feet begin moving on their own.
Assuming Neuvillette is here (because itâs not hard to imagine him working, even if everyone else is gone), you want to make sure heâs alright.Â
So, you grip the handle to his office door, and quietly push your way inside.
A clap of thunder drowns out the sound of the office door clicking closed, and you take a step deeper inside, your eyes peering around the room.
In the darkness, you don't immediately spot anyone.
âNeuvillette?â you call out, just to be sure.
Before his name has finished leaving your lips, a shadow moves. Something rounding Neuvilletteâs desk and heading towards youâsnake-like eyes shining through the darkness.
Your heart jumps into your throat, and you trip over your feet in a panic as you rush to grab the handle of the office doorâhoping to throw it open and dart outside before whatever monster youâve just walked in on is able to get to you.
And reallyâit has to be a monster. Itâs quicker than youâquicker than a normal humanâcrossing Neuvilletteâs office in less than a second.
A scaled hand slams against the door beside your head, and little sound of fear is ripped from your throat.Â
You're being prevented from leavingâthe door not budging even when you try and discreetly tug at the handle.
Your chest shudders as you take a breath, and you squeeze your eyes shut, fearing the worst.
Even with your back turned, you know there's some sort of beast behind you. One thatâs stronger than you. One that will probably end your life before you can beg for mercyâÂ
âI told you not to return here.â
The sound of Neuvilletteâs voice beside your ear causes you to jolt.
Heâs so close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin, and while realizing that itâs Neuvillette who is behind you should be a comfort, itâs alsoâŚfrightening.Â
Youâre awareâlike most Fontainiansâthat Iudex Neuvillette is not totally human, considering he has been presiding as the chief judge for more than a few centuries now, butâŚyouâve never seen him act like this.
âIâŚwas worried about you. After yesterday,â you respond, finally finding your voice.Â
âI sent you away for a reason.â
His voice is deeper than normalâa rumble vibrating in his chest as he speaks.Â
His lips brush the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. Goosebumps rise on your skin and your heart races faster despite your best efforts to stay calm.Â
However, staying calm isnât easy to do in this situationâespecially when Neuvillette literally starts to glow.
The scales on his hand which youâd spotted early begin to softly shine blue in the dim light of the roomâhis nails curling and carving uneven lines into the wood of the door in front of you.
âI-Iâm sorry,â you whisper, your breath hitching when his free arm suddenly curls around you. His forearm rests between your breasts, his palm splaying over your sternum, and you feel him take a deep breathâalmost like heâs inhaling your scent.
âI was trying to protect you,â he says, his nose brushing against the skin of your throat. He can feel your pulse raisingâyour heart thundering in your chest.
You unconsciously grip the door knob tighter.
âProtect me from what, exactly, MonsieurâŚ?â
âMe,â he responds.
His words send electricity up your spine.
âThe way Iâve been actingâthe way Iâve been feeling recentlyâitâs very unusual, and something Iâve never experienced before,â he admitsâhis warmth bleeding into your back as his body curls around you.
âThatâs why I had you retrieve that book for me when you questioned if I was ill. There was a small change in myâŚconstitution, lately. One that only early generations of my kind have experienced. So I wanted to brush up on history, and see if I could find any clues. And I did.â
He takes another long breath, and you hear the wood of the door crunch as his grip tightens.
âExperiencing a lack of focus, increased appetite, increased body temperature, and increased sensitivity to certain scents are all signs of one thing. An impending rut.â
A rut.
The word hits you like a train.
âWhile having an assistant was a nice change, being around you only exacerbated the issue.â
He doubts youâd taken notice with how immersed youâd been in your own tasks this week, but Neuvillette has been watching you. The way you tuck your hair back when youâre reading, the way your ass looks when you bend down to gather papers, the scent of your perfume whenever you approach his deskâŚ
At first, heâd been distraught by his own actionsânot understanding why he was being soâŚimproper towards you. But now he gets it.
His instincts have been itching for something to mate. And now that something is you.
Diligent, kind, and prettyâŚthose traits, combined with being around you 8 hours a day, have made you an easy pick.
âThatâs why I told you to leave. Why I closed down Palais Mermonia todayâto spare anyone any trouble, and to try and deal with this on my own. But you just had to come backâŚâ
The hand on your chest inches closer to your breastâfingers hovering above the soft mound of fleshâbefore Neuvillette catches himself, and backs off.
âI think I have enough willpower remaining to grant you one last chance,â he tells you, although his throat tightens as he speaksâas if saying such a thing pains him.
âIâll release you, and when I do, run.â
Run.
Run.
Your instincts scream at you to do just thatâthe world moving in slow motion as Neuvillette takes a deep breath and takes a step back.Â
His hands retract, momentarily relinquishing their hold on you and the door.
All you need to do now is twist the handle and dart outside. To leave him here, and not look back.
You turn the handle, and the door inches open. Behind you, you swear you hear something akin to a whine becoming trapped in Neuvilletteâs throat.Â
Despite his words, he doesnât want you to leave. Heâs only doing this out of consideration for you.
ButâŚbased on the way heâd spoken about his rutâthe way heâd needed to read up on his symptoms to determine what exactly was going onâheâs obviously never had to deal with this before. And from what you know of ruts and heat cycles and the like, you doubt dealing with this alone will be enjoyable for him.Â
In fact, it will probably be painful.
Your grip on the door handle tightens painfully.
Youâre scared, butâ
Slowly, you close the doorâuntil it clicks, and youâre once again trapped inside the room with Neuvillette.Â
You canât leave him here to suffer on his own.
Neuvilletteâs arms wrap around you. His nails dig into your skin through your shirt.
âWhy didnât you leave, youââ
His frustrated voice cuts off, and you can only assume he wants to call you some silly name, but canât bring himself to. Ever polite, even in this state of his.
He rests his forehead on your shoulder, his long hair tickling your cheek. You reach up one of your hands and gently pet his hair.
âIt didnât feel right to leave you here. Alone,â you respond, and despite the way your heart is racing nervously, you still donât regret your decision.
Neuvillette huffs. His breath is hot on your skin.
âI wonât be able to stop myself any longer,â he tells you. The truth in his words become apparent a moment later, when you feel his canines scrape your neck, and his pelvis grind against your ass.Â
The almighty Iudexâhelpless to fight his instincts.
âI know,â you say quietly. Your other hand gives his arm a little squeezeâa reassurance that youâll be okay.Â
âThis is wrong of meâŚâ
The frustration in his tone is quickly melting into desperation, his lips incessant at your neck.
A quiet laugh leaves you.
âWriothesley and IâŚwe already do this kind of thing together. SoâŚif it helps, consider it a part of my job.â
Truthfully, you donât consider it to be a part of your job. What you and Wriothesley have is not born out of obligation (although, neither is this). But youâre sure hearing such a thing from you will help put Neuvillette at ease, considering his penchant for propriety.
And, of course, it does.
He takes a deep breathâ
âThank youââ
âand then immediately grabs your chin, and turns your head so he can kiss you.
The noise of surprise you make is quickly drowned out by his tongue. A tongue that is longer than a humans, considering it pushes into the back of your mouthânearly forcing past your uvula and down your throat.
The intense kiss has you fisting your hands in his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut as you attempt to reciprocate, but with every passing second, you realize that will be impossible.
He is absolutely going to swallow you whole.
His barrage of sloppy, passionate kisses go on for what seems like foreverâyour head actually beginning to swim as your body fights for oxygen.
Only when the first, pathetic whine leaves your throat does Neuvillette remember he needs to allow you to breathe.Â
Retracting his tongue, a line of spit connects the two of you as you begin gasping for air.
However, Neuvillette is unable to wait for you to regain your bearings.
He grabs you by the backs of your thighs and hefts you into the airâyour knees straddling either side of his torso as he carries you across his office, and over to the sofa.
He lays you down on the soft cushions, and you stare up at him, your skin flushed, eyes wide, and chest heaving.
He needs to see more of you. Needs to hear more cute sounds. Needs you all fucked out and stuffed with hisâ
Swooping down, Neuvillette captures your lips again. But this time, itâs more of a proper make-outâhis lips melding against yours and your tongues rolling together as his hands trace your waist and settle near your hips.
You gasp into his mouth when you feel his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants. Then, a beat later, the hem of your panties.
Both items of clothing are in the way of what he wants.
In one swift move, he discards them bothâstripping your lower half bare. He deposits your clothing on the floor beside the couch, and as he does so, he sits backâhis gaze heavy with hunger as he admires you.
The intensity with which he regards you has you quickly feeling self-conscious, but before you can even think of trying to shield yourself from him, his hands are on your knees.
He pries your legs apart.Â
You can't help the little gasp that leaves youâyour pussy throbbing with nervous anticipation as his fingertips trace up your thighs.
His palms settle on your hips, and again, a noise is ripped out of you as he forces your lower half off the couch.
As if you weigh nothing more than a feather, Neuvillette drags you down the couch to meet himâyour spine curving as he continues to manhandle youâlifting your pelvis farther and farther off the cushions, until your ass is resting on his chest, and your legs are thrown over his shoulders.
His gaze angles sharply downwards, to your cunt. And for a second, the pressure he exudes is truly that of a dragonâone that could unhinge its jaw and swallow you in one bite.
But while Neuvillette does open his mouth, he doesnât bare any teeth.
No, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign actually wets his lips before he leans down to meet you.
The first taste of his meal.
You canât help but hold your breathâyour fingers curling into the couch cushions beneath you as Neuvilletteâs tongue nudges between your folds.
He traces his tongue upâcircling your clit, and making you joltâbefore dragging it back down to the spot where your arousal has started to pool. You can feel the pressure of his tongue as he presses it at your entrance.
And for a few seconds, he doesnât move. He just sits there, silently allowing your tasteâyour essenceâto wash over his tongue. But once he's sure that he's memorized the taste of youâcommitted it to his memory as a sinful pleasure heâll surely relish in during the millennia yet to comeâhe gets down to business.
His tongue nudges between your walls, his nose brushing up against the soft skin of your pussy as he makes his mouth flush with you. And as he does so, you (foolishly) assume he's as deep as he can go. That the stretch of your cunt around his tongue will be good preparation for what's likely to come, and he'll simply lap at you until he's satisfied.
âŚof course, if he was a normal man, that might be the case.
You keep forgetting that he's a dragon.
âOh, fuck,â you pant, hips jumping in his hold as his tongue suddenly thickens and elongates. It twists deeper inside of you, filling up your cunt wholly.
You've never felt anything akin to this before.
âMonsieurâ,â you say, breathless. You can't even think of what you want to say to him.
His sharp eyes slide open, meeting yours.Â
He says nothing, doesn't dare to take his mouth off of you to speakânot willing to let a drop of you go to waste. But, he does give your leg a little squeezeâa small reassurance, you think.
Then, his tongue starts to move.
He fucks it inside of you with precise controlârolling it up against different areas inside of you until he locates that one special spot that makes you gasp. Your thighs tighten around his head, and your pussy clamps down on his tongue, causing a happy little rumble to resound inside Neuvilletteâs chest.
He becomes relentless immediately, his nose brushing up against your clit as he continues grinding his tongue inside of you. Your body writhes, and he holds you tightlyâhis fingers pressing bruises into your skin where he touches you.
He can't stop.Â
He bullies your g-spot incessantly.
You feel like youâre on fireâpleasure scorching away at the nerves that connect your brain to your body.Â
You can't control yourself.
The moans and whines that escape youâthe arousal that gushes over Neuvilletteâs tongue as he continues fucking youâŚ
âMonsieurâŚNeuvillette, Iââ
Oh god, you can't even get a full sentence out. You want to warn him that you're going to cumâthat you won't be able to hold back if his tongue continues moving inside of you like thatâbut he already knows. He can sense what's coming in the way your muscles tense, and your breath catches.
Cum, he wants to say, but doesn'tânot daring to remove his mouth from you when you're on the precipice of an orgasm.Â
Within seconds, you come undoneâthe walls of your pussy fluttering around him, and helpless whimpers falling from your lips.
And yet, even with you being mid-orgasm, a dragon that's drunk on the taste of you pushes for more. He folds you overâtrying to reach deeper inside of you.Â
The slick from your pussy overflows and drips down between the cheeks of your ass, and immediately, Neuvilletteâs fingers are thereâgathering it up and smearing it against your hole.
The sensation has you sharply intaking a breath.
âNeuvillette, you'reââ
âShh,â he says, for the first time retracting his tongue from inside of you. He kisses at your clit, his free hand trailing up your torso and beneath your shirt.Â
âLift your arms,â he says, his voice deep, and yet soft. The hunger in his gaze hasn't waned one bit, but knowing he has a mate to help him through his rut has put him somewhat at ease, and he doesn't want you to fear him.
Without arguing, you do as he says, and he manages to wrestle your shirt over your head.Â
Finally, you're bare beneath him.Â
He takes a second to admire you, his hand moving to rest against one of your breasts. He cups it with his palm, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple, and when you immediately jolt in responseâhe almost smiles.
Almost, because he still has more work to do if he wants to fully indulge in you, and satisfy his own needs.
âI'll take care of you,â he promises. âTrust me.â
And before you can even think of how to respond, he slips one of his fingers into your ass.Â
The gasp that leaves you quickly deteriorates into a lewd moan as his tongue once again returns to your cunt, and you swear itâs somehow even bigger than it was before.Â
Not having forgotten his new discoveries, Neuvillette effortlessly locates that special little spot inside of you and begins assaulting it once moreâreveling in the way your body shakes, and your ass flutters around his finger.Â
He needs you pliant and ready for him, and it takes all of his willpower to not rush. To work at the pace your body needs.
Luckily, his mouth on your pussy and his hand on your breast helps loosen you up. The tension you'd first heldânervous about stepping into the dragon's clutchesâbegins melting away.Â
You trust that he won't hurt you.
âAhâ!âÂ
He slips a second finger inside of you.
Compared to the incessant rub of his tongue inside you, the motion of his fingers is calmerâa purposeful, moderate paceâand the dueling sensations make your head spin.
It's all so much.Â
âNeuvilletteââ
You reach one of your hands up, needing to ground yourself with somethingâand you end up taking a fistful of his hair.Â
Neuvillette very nearly growls at the sensation.
He needs to hear you say his name like that again. Actually, more than that, he needs to feel you clenching down on hisâ
Neuvillette groans into your pussy as you tug at his hair once more. In response, he retracts his tongue from inside you and drags it upwardsâgrinding it against your clit.
Instantly, you lose it.
A mix of curses, blabbers, and his name are drawn from youâyour body squirming against the couch cushions as he laps at your neglected and sensitive clit. At the same time, he scissors his fingers inside your ass, testing to see if youâre stretched enough for one moreâ
âNeuvilletteâIâm gonnaââ
âCum.âÂ
He says it this timeâa low command partnered with the sensation of a third finger pressing inside of you. But before your brain can even digest the increased girth of his fingers, his mouth suctions back on your clit, and your toes curl.
âFuckâ!â you choke, your head pressing into the cushion as the tension inside of you snapsâpleasure rushing forth.
You unconsciously tug at Neuvilletteâs hair and he takes a deep, long breath in through his nose. Heâs careful to not stop the motion of his tongue or the grinding of his fingers inside of you until you begin to whineâyour hand moving from his hair to his shoulder as you attempt to push him away.
Then, he finally relents.
Sitting back, Neuvillette takes a moment to survey you.Â
Your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath, a few stray hairs sticking to the skin of your face, the slick arousal thatâs smeared against your pussy, and the way youâre asshole flutters around nothing after he slowly removes his fingersâŚ
Youâre ready.
Still in the middle of catching your breath, youâre drawn back into reality by the sound of the rustling of clothes.
You peek your eyes open to find Neuvillette above you, shedding himself of his clothing. You hadn't noticed earlier, but he isnât wearing his formal robes today. Maybe because he hadn't been expecting to see anyone, and therefore hadnât bothered dressing up to the nines.
Neuvillette starts by loosening his tie, and then unbuttons his shirtâtossing both items down onto the floor, where they lay in a heap along with your own clothing. You expect his pants to be the next to go, but you both realize at the same moment that with his boots on, it will take more time than he wants to completely strip his bottom half.
Luckily, he doesnât need to be completely naked to fuck you.
Popping the button and tugging down the zipper of his pants, you watch with bated breath as finally shoves his pants and underwear down. The fabric drags across his bulge as he does so, and you note for the first time howâŚsubstantial it is.Â
He may actually be bigger than Wriothesley, which is something you were not expectâ
Neuvillette finishes shoving his clothing down to his thighs, and you watch in pure shock as not one, but two heavy, ribbed, lightly glowing dicks spring out of his trousers.
âŚoh.
You hold your breath, unable to peel your eyes away from the sight of him. Youâd never even considered that as a dragon, his sexual organs may be a bit different from that of a humans. You can understand now why heâd made a point to work your ass openâŚ
Speaking ofâ
âNeuvâ!â you gasp in surprise as he rubs his dicks between the folds of your pussy. You feel the head of one of his members catch at your entrance, but he doesnât linger thereâinstead using his hand to guide it down to your ass.
âYouâll be okay,â he says, sensing your apprehension.Â
He doesnât look at you, though, as he says those wordsâhis voice tight with desperation. He canât wait anymore, so he has to believe them. Has to believe that heâs done enough to prepare you for whatâs to come.
Gripping his length tightly, Neuvillette nudges his dick inside your asshole.Â
Itâs a tight fitâone that has you choking on a whine and grasping at his wristâyour nails digging into his skin. Itâs not painful, but itâs still a lotâyour chest shuddering as he continues to inch himself deeper inside of you.
As he does so, his other cock grinds against your pussyâhelplessly waiting for its own turn to be inside of you, precum leaking from his slit and smearing against your skin.
âGods,â he pants, a waver in his voice. His eyes are aglow as he watches himself slowly sink into your assâthe friction positively heavenlyâand soon enough, heâs fully inside of you, his hips flush with your bottom.Â
Your breaths coming quick, and your hand still holding tight around his wrist, the two of you meet eyes.
Then, the last little thread of Neuvilletteâs sanity finally crumbles in the face of his overwhelming need to rut.
Claws digging into the flesh of one of your thighs, he forces it wider open, and grabs his second cock with his other hand.
âNeuvillette, waitâ,â you try to say, but itâs no use. Even with your ass still adjusting to his intrusion, Neuvillette shoves the head of his cock into your pussy.Â
âOh, fuckâ!â you cry, your fingernails digging crescents into his skin.Â
Already drenched from Neuvilletteâs previous actions, he expects your pussy to take him easier, but with your ass full, and your body struggling to relax, it proves challenging. He can only get his length half way inside of you before youâre gripping him so tightly that he canât move another inch.
Drunk with desire, he actually growls.
âIââ
Iâm sorry, you want to say, but canât get the words out. You just need a minute to adjust. You can do this for himâwant to do this for himâbutâ
âHush,â he mumbles, close, and then his lips are on yours.Â
His body cages you in as he kisses youâone of his hands resting beside your head, while the other finds the small of your back, rubbing circles into your flesh.
âYouâve been doing so well for me,â he tells you, breathless. âTaking everything I give, responding so perfectly to everything.â
His words of praise go straight to your pussy, and you whine as he pushes deeper inside of youâyour walls relaxing enough to allow him farther in.
Neuvillette makes a happy, yet somewhat inhuman noise.
âThat's it, good girlâŚjust a bit more.â
Hearing such words from the esteemed Iudexâhis hand warm on your back, and his lips soft on your skinâŚyou want nothing more than to please him.
Taking a shaky little breath, you dispel the tension in your body.Â
Immediately, Neuvillette takes advantage. With one last nudge, he stuffs the rest of his cock inside of you.
Youâve never felt so full.
Overcome with joyâa satisfaction deep within him that heâs never felt beforeâNeuvillette kisses you once more.Â
âŚthen, he begins to move his hips.
You cry out, your body shaking in his hold, but he doesnât let you go.Â
The slow, full rock of his hips very quickly deteriorates into quick, desperate thrustsâhis cocks stretching out your holes.
The sensation is like nothing youâve experienced before, and you find yourself helpless to do anything at all. You can hear your own voice, but donât know what youâre saying, or if the sounds youâre making are words at all. Because while itâs your pussy and ass that are being made a mess of, your brain feels equally as scrambledâunable to conjure even one intelligent thought.
Right now, youâre just a dragon's mindless breeding hole.
The sloppy sound of sex fills Neuvilletteâs office, and while it is nearly drowned out by the downpour happening outsideâthick droplets of rain pelting against the windowsâthe plap of Neuvilletteâs balls against your ass is impossible to miss.Â
AhâŚyouâre going insane.
A tiny sob slips past your lips, tears beading at the corners of your eyes.Â
Your whole body feels like itâs on fireâeach stroke of Neuvilletteâs cocks pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.Â
âAhhâŚâ
The heady sound from Neuvillette catches your attention, and you peak your eyes open, staring up at the dragon above you.
Never before have you seen him look so debauchedâhis hair falling out from his braid, and his face and chest flushed. His eyes remain focused on the space where his body meets yours, mesmerized by the way your body accepts him in fullânearly sucking him in, now that youâve adjusted and any discomfort has turned to pleasure.
Only when he hears you sob againâa pathetic, desirous little soundâdoes his gaze stray upwards.
And what he sees makes his heart skip a beat.
Heâs not sure heâs ever witnessed a sight so sinful. The plush of your lips, the unshed tears that wet your eyes, and the bounce of your breasts with each of his thrusts.Â
Before he knows it, heâs leaning down to kiss you.Â
You whine into his mouth, your arms lifting to hug around his shoulders as he closes the distance between your bodies. He groans as your nails leave tracks against his porcelain skin, but he doesnât relent.Â
Heâs getting close.
And, judging by the way you whimperâyour pussy and ass clenching down on himâyou must be close too.
Spurred on, Neuvillette kisses you again and againâhis kisses open-mouthed and sloppy as his tongue dances around your own. Drool and tears quickly paint your cheeks, but youâre helpless to do anything about it.
Right now, all you know is that youâre going to cum. The stretch of his cocksâthe way they rub against your walls as he continues fucking into you with abandonâitâs too much. Your muscles tense, and Neuvilletteâs brows pinch together as your holes suddenly tighten on him.
âNeuvillette,â you sob, the sound of his name broken as you speak it against his lips.Â
âY/N,â he pants in turn. His rhythm becomes careless as he begins to lose it as well, but he continues to fuck you the best he can despite the constricting of your walls.
Itâs only a few seconds longer before you come undoneâyour body shaking and nails digging into his back as you orgasm. Broken little sounds escape from your mouth as waves of pleasure tear through you, and the sensation of you cumming is ultimately what does Neuvillette in as well.
With one last buck of his hips, the Iudex buries himself inside of you and cums.
His chest shudders as you milk him dry, and you struggle to keep your eyes openâfeeling utterly boneless now that the tension inside of you has gone.
For a minute, the two of you stay as you areâbasking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Then, Neuvillette sits back and slowly pulls out of you.Â
You make a quiet noise, feeling yourself clench around nothing once youâre no longer stuffed with his cocks, and he smiles at the sound, sensing a hint of disappointment.
âYou did so well,â he tells you.Â
Placing his hands on your waist, he gently maneuvers you to allow himself room to lay down on his side beside you.Â
The feel of his arm wrapping around you and pulling you snuggly back against his body causes a contented sigh to leave your lips, and after a few seconds, you muster up the energy to speak.
âI take it you feel a bit better now?â
âMuch,â he responds, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to your cheek.Â
âHoweverâŚâ
He peppers another kiss against your cheek, and then your jaw, and neck. At the same time, his fingers ghost down your abdomen, until his palm is resting on your lower tummy.Â
With gentle pressure, he urges your ass back against himâhis hips inching forward at the same timeâand shockingly, you realize that heâs still hard.
â...it seems that Iâm not satisfied quite yet.â
When Wriothesley emerges from the Fortress the next day, the downpour heâd caught word of from some of the prison guards has stoppedâonly a few clouds littering the blue sky.
Hopefully this is a good sign, he thinks to himself, starting on his way to the aquabus station.Â
He takes the line into the city, intending first to visit Neuvillette at the Palaisâto hear about how his week fared with the help of an assistant. Then, once thatâs done, heâll go and visit you at your apartment toâŚcatch up.
Smiling to himself, Wriothesley departs the aquabus and takes the path towards Nevuilletteâs office. (Because somehow, he doubts the Iudex is at home relaxing like most people do on their days off.)
As he trudges up the steps to the Palais Mermonia, he steps on a wet piece of paper in front of the door. Itâs the handmade notice that had been posted on the door two evenings prior, and had subsequently blown off in the storms that followedâbut Wriothesley doesnât think anything of it.
Pushing the door open, he heads inside.
âNeuvillette?â he calls gently, his knuckles rapping against the door to the Iudexâs office.Â
The sound of a throat being cleared comes from inside.
âCome in.â
âI figured Iâd find you here,â Wriothesley jokes as he steps inside, spotting Neuvillette as his normal place behind his desk. However, what isnât normal is the fact that thereâs a person sleeping on his couchâtheir body shrouded with a blanket, and an assortment of untouched food and a glass of water on the coffee table beside them.
Immediately Wriothesley freezes, confused about whatâs going on, butâŚwhen he looks a bit closerr, he realizes the hair popping out from the top of the blanket, and the scent of the person on his couch are all too familiar.
âY/N?â
Wriothesley walks up to the sofa, blinking in surprise when he sees that it is indeed you who is passed outâyour face just barely peeking from beneath the blankets that have been snuggly wrapped around you.
âYou know, Neuvillette, when I lent her to you for the week, I didnât expect you to work her until the point of exhaustion,â he jokes, looking over towards Neuvillette with a playful hint of a grin. He expects Neuvillette to sigh and apologize, but the abashed look he is instead faced with causes Wriothesley to pause once more.Â
Itâs then that the Duke notices a small pile of clothes neatly folded on the floor next to the sofa, along with your shoes.Â
Hesitantly, Wriothesley grips the edge of the blanket and slowly tugs it away from your body.Â
Heâs met with the sight of naked shoulders, and a neck peppered with small bites and bruises.
Just as slowly as heâd moved the blanket down, he tugs it back up.
The office sits in silence for a moment.Â
âShe isâŚunharmed,â Neuvillette finally speaks, moving a strand of hair away from his face. âHer current state is my fault.â
Wriothesleyâs eyes scan over him.
âCompared to when I last saw you, you seem to be faring much better.â
His words cause the blush on Neuvilletteâs face to deepen, and Wriothesley cracks a small smile, letting loose a sigh.
âAhh, to think even the almighty Iudex would fare poorly due to unfulfilled needs.â
âItâs a bit more complex than that,â Neuvillette says with a sigh of his own, prompting Wriothesley to raise an eyebrow. However, when Neuvillette doesnât speak right awayâunsure about divulging the specifics that lead to this outcomeâWriothesley decides to not push it.
âWell, whatever the reason, I trust that you havenât hurt her, and that she consented to whatever took place here.â
âOf course,â Neuvillette responds immediately.
Standing up from his chair, he walks over and stands beside Wriothesleyâreaching down to brush a gloved finger against your cheek. You stir only slightlyânuzzling your face into the pillow your head rests upon.
Both men smile.
âSheâs a good assistant, isnât she?â
âShe is; one that works with care and compassion for the one she is helping. She performed well beyond her duties.â
âYou can see now why I like her,â Wriothesley says softly, and Neuvillette can see the fondness in his gaze as he regards you.
âShe did tell me that she and you are not necessarily in a committed relationship, butâŚI apologize regardless if I crossed any sort of line.â
Wriothesley hums.
âWhile the thought of sharing her with anyone else like that does make me feel a bitâŚpossessiveâŚshe did consent to what occurred, based on your words. And, honestly speaking, Iâm glad it was you over anyone else.â
Neuvillette cocks an eyebrow.
âReally?â
âI trust you,â Wriothesley tells him. âAlthough, you having sex is not a thought that had crossed my mind before now. It makes me curious as to what exactly you did to her while the two of you were alone.â
âI assure you a majority of her time in my care was spent with her performing her standard duties as an assistant, and nothing else. As to what happened beyond that, wellâŚIâm not sure I possess the courage to recall such details aloud.â
Wriothesley opens his mouth to assure Neuvillette he was just teasing, but the dragon continues before the Duke can interrupt.
âI suppose if youâd like to know, next timeâshould there be oneâyouâll simply have to be present.â
Catching the meaning of his words, Wriothesley meets his gaze.Â
Understanding passes between them.
âHmmâŚIâll have to keep that in mind.â
âOnce Y/N has recovered, and when you next return to the surface, Iâll have to invite you both for a meal,â Neuvillette says, turning back towards his desk. âIn the end, the support from you both did alleviate the issue that plagued me. Itâs only right to repay such kindness when Iâm next given the opportunity.â
Kneeling down beside you, Wriothesley pets your hair.
âWell, it would be a shame to pass up on such an offer. I certainly hope that fate grants the opportunity for our schedules to align.â
Taking a seat behind his desk, a small smile appears on Neuvilletteâs lips.
âI shall hope for the same.â
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