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Themis x Fem Au Ra WoL Rush Comm PWP ❤️, Angst & Feels 🎭

↓↓↓ Spoilers for Endwalker & Pandaemonium below the cut ↓↓↓

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: Warrior of Light/Themis

Tags: Established Relationship, Love Confessions, Gentle Sexual Bullying, Edging, Fingering, Jealousy, Obsessive and Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Aether Sex, Aether Transfer, Sexual Healing, Monster Sex, Primal Sex, Size Difference, Multiple Arms, Blindfolds, Vaginal Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Creampies, Cock Warming, No Pulling Out, Tummy Bulge.

Mitsu's Themis x Fem WoL rush comm

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Themis was no fool.

It had not escaped his notice how his little star seemed to be overexerting herself. Though she had obviously done her best to keep her struggles to herself, he was simply more focused upon her than she seemed to be aware of.

Themis could not help how drawn he felt to her. She pulled his attention unlike any other. From the very moment she had crashed into him, his falling star. Themis had been taken with her since that very moment. She was charming, endearing, and smart as any of his esteemed colleagues.

Were there a seat left vacant at the convocation table, Themis would surely suggest her for the role. The convocation was for the betterment of this star, and Themis had bore witness with his own eyes how far this amazing woman was willing to go to help those in need. She was incredible.

Unfortunately, there was one commonality among people who were so self sacrificing, though it varied from person to person. The reluctance, stubbornness, or complete inability to ask for help from those around them. Even when it was obvious to any who cared enough to pay attention that they were having a hard time.

Themis had been more than patient. He had stayed quiet, given her time, waited for her to come to him and ask for help. As the time passed him by, it was with dawning exasperation that he realized he was dealing with a severe case if he had ever seen one.

Themis was tired of waiting. He had given her plenty of chances to come to him. She had let them all slip by, stubbornly insisting on struggling alone.

Well, some intervention was in order.

If she would not come to him, Themis would go to her.

Of course he was self aware enough to know that his intentions were not entirely pure. For some time now, he had put pieces of the puzzle together. The sneaking sense that his star had been involved with someone else. That she was seeing someone other than himself in his face, his words, his actions. Sometimes he would catch her looking at him, grief stricken as if she had been reminded of someone she had lost.

Themis did his best to keep his composure, but he was still a man. The irksome worry slowly niggled away at him, like a persistent itch under his skin.

Perhaps he had been too mild-mannered up till now. Their friendship had blossomed quickly, and from there a physical relationship had developed. There were obvious feelings between them, though nothing so far that had been spoken aloud and confirmed.

Themis craved more. He wanted her friendship, her affection, her heart.

Themis wanted it all.

He wanted her to look at him, to see only him. He wanted to be the strongest imprint upon her psyche.

If she needed some more convincing, he was all too glad to provide. How fortuitous indeed that it coincided with their current predicament.

His star needed his help, and Themis was prepared to give her everything that she needed. Whether she knew she needed it at this moment in time or not.

Themis starts slow. He did not want to give away the plot too soon. A slow, methodical approach was best. His bright little star would undoubtedly catch onto his shift in behavior soon enough. She was far too clever to brush off the pattern.

How convenient that they had business to attend to within Elpis? As it was nothing truly pressing, Themis takes his star by the hand and heads towards the scenic path. Leading them further away from prying eyes, to a place he knew was calm and quiet. The chances of someone stumbling upon them there, be they researcher, familiar, or beast was unlikely. This was a place designed for privacy by a group of researchers within Elpis who were known to have more… peculiar concepts.

“I think we may have taken a wrong turn,” his star remarks, tapping at the compass that had undoubtedly started to act up as soon as they crossed the threshold of this place. The magicks in play here assured utmost privacy, but there were side effects that came with it.

She was beyond adept at magic, no doubt she had sensed the change as soon as they passed through the barrier.

“Judging by the path we took, we're still traveling north. If we adjust towards the south, we should be headed in the right direction…”

Ahh, her sense of direction was incredibly keen.

Themis turns to her, smiling. “There is no need to make haste,” he says to her, speaking her name to pull her attention back towards him.

She glances up, then pauses at the look in his eye. “...Themis?”

Yes, he much preferred to have her undivided attention.

He takes her hand, sweeping his thumb across her skin in a delicate touch, his fingers caressing the underside of her wrist. He tugs her gently towards him, pressing his lips to the back of her hand, feathering kisses over her knuckles. He nuzzles his cheek there, favoring her with a fervent glance under the fan of his eyelashes.

He feels her pulse quicken under his fingertips. A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“We have both been far too busy as of late, my star,” Themis murmurs softly. Tugging her closer still, he adds, “I find myself craving your warmth. Would you deny me that?”

He can tell by the endearing movement of her tail that she is flustered.

Since she had not given him an outright rejection yet, Themis is a little more bold. He curls his fingers into her robe, gathering the fabric in his hand ilm by ilm. Slowly revealing the bare skin of her legs underneath, and higher still the pleated bits of fabric that were her skirt and charming ruffles of her small clothes underneath.

His dear star was not one to often attire herself in the trousers that were most common with amaurotine robes. Such that Themis was rather grateful for, and most appreciative of in times like these. ‘Twas far more simple to divest her of, so that he might treat her to delights she was most deserving of at a moment's notice.

“Themis…” She murmurs, glancing around with endearing bashfulness as he slides his hand under the fabric he had gathered. “What has gotten into you as of late?”

“Is it not obvious? ‘Tis all your doing, my dear.” Themis’ smile is positively genteel. His hands? Utterly wicked.

His fingers drag up her thigh, catching on the fabric of her skirt as his palm sweeps across the warm skin of her belly in a slow caress. His fingers dip low over her pelvis, slipping beneath the comfortable waistband of her skirt, his fingertips brushing over the sweet and delicate ruffles of her small clothes in teasing strokes meant to draw out her desire.

“Fret not over such things, my beloved,” he tells her, softly speaking her name. He knew she would have felt their crossing the barrier to this place with her strong affinity for magic, but the wide open space of it left a certain feeling of being exposed. That anyone could come across them.

Themis had reserved the spot for the day, but does not tell her so just yet.

The possibility of being discovered would only amplify the experience.

To engage in such intimate acts in broad daylight was certainly brazen. To do so out in the open like this, under no cover of trees or overgrown greenery was an added thrill.

“Ah, but… For us to do this out in the open..,” she murmurs, her voice trailing off into a gasp as she is sufficiently distracted by his attentions.

“You have forced my hand. I could no longer sit idly by, merely watching as your aether steadily depleted.” Themis says, his voice gentle despite the clear scolding manner in which he spoke to her.

“Well, that was—” She starts to interject, to offer excuses for neglecting herself so, but Themis continues on before she can do so.

“—Ahem. Since you have refused or simply ignored my many subtle attempts to grant you the opportunity to seek succor through easier means, I have decided to take matters into mine own hands.”

His star is quiet at that, her arms crossing as she gave a quiet huff and tapped her fingernails against her elbow.

Themis could only chuckle, a hand raised towards his face in good humor.

She was a proud creature, his beloved star. Impossibly stubborn. To call her out in such a gentle manner must leave her more than a tad disgruntled. How could she refute him when his concern for her was so abundantly clear? ‘Twas simple, she could not.

Themis brushes the backs of his knuckles across her cheek, sweeping his thumb over the elegant pattern of her scales. “What better way to replenish your aether than through physical intimacy? Our bodies are more susceptible…—”

His brilliant star interjects, incredulous, “Susceptible?” The eye she turned on him was scrutinizing. An attempt to turn the tables upon him, no doubt. And whilst Themis' intentions were not entirely pure, he would not have her wriggle her way out of responsibility for her own actions by casting aspersions upon his character. No matter how true they might be at the moment.

Themis clears his throat. Extending his forefinger upward as he amends his statement with an angelic smile, his eyes a bright, compelling blue. “Pardon, what I meant to say is that our bodies are more receptive to aether when engaging in physical contact.”

He raises his finger on his other hand, winding them around one another and then pressing them together, allowing a flicker of aether to transfer between them to punctuate his point as he clarifies, “Our close, physically intimate relationship affords me an advantage over any other in remedying that which ails you.”

She gazes at him as if weighing the truth of his words. Then she sighs, finding no fault in him, and leaning back into him as she relents. “I admit I may have neglected my own well-being. ‘Twas not my intention to do so. Nor was it to spurn your good intentions. Pray, forgive me that. You are most dear to me, Themis. There is naught that matters so much to me as your esteem.”

Themis’ heart swells with affection at her words, and he kisses at her shoulder, her neck.

“As you are to me, my falling star. I seek no apology from you, but for you to amend such habits that are detrimental to your health,” Themis replies, smiling into the warmth of her skin and scale as she tilts her head back with a soft sigh.

“I shall endeavor to do so from now on,” she tells him, and from the tone of her voice alone he could tell that she meant it. She was ever the determined one, and true to her word, at that.

“Then I should be most glad, indeed,” Themis says with a soft chuckle.

It almost made Themis feel guilty for his plans to torment her so deliciously that all that would be left in that clever head of hers would be thoughts of him.

Themis smiles to himself.

Almost.

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He returns his attention to trailing his lips across her jaw, her cheek. From the corner of her mouth to the full bow of her bottom lip where he finds the curve of her smile. He presses his lips against her, seeking to savor that smile. To taste the sweetness of her kiss.

She melts into him. Those lovely, endlessly capable hands of hers clutching at the back of his robe. A sweet, breathless sound spilling from her mouth as he sucks her bottom lip and coaxes her mouth open with the slick slide of his tongue against the seam of her lips.

Themis gives a deep, approving hum in his throat as she offers up her tongue for him to suck at. Succumbing to him so readily, so eagerly.

He could quickly become addicted to being the center of her focus, being the subject of her undivided attention.

Yet Themis wanted to tease her a while longer. Bully her a bit, perhaps. Though it would only ever be by pleasurable means. He could not so easily set aside his feelings of unease. Spurred on by his own feelings of envy, of jealousy. The aggravating embers of uncertainty had been fanned into a flame of irritation. Of competition.

It was not about proving himself, or even about wooing his star. He did so daily. Their relationship had already been established.

No, no.

Though the well-being of his star was paramount, the other side of this was all too simple. It was for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to make absolutely certain that he would be the only one on her mind in this capacity from this point forward. That she would look only at him, think only of him, of moments like this. His kiss upon her lips, his hands caressing her body. The pleasure only he could bring her.

Themis slips his other hand under her robe, his hand stroking along her hip, following the pattern of her scales to the base of her tail. His palm pressing to the small of her back as he leaves a path of kisses over her neck, following the curve of her collar.

The pressure of his fingers becomes firmer, rubbing her through her small clothes.

There it was. Aught that ever inspired much anticipation.

His beloved star let out that first, sweet moan.

So inspiring, ever so encouraging.

Themis was tempted to shed his robes then and there. Show her his truth, if only to have more arms to hold her, more hands with which to please her.

Patience. There would be time for that yet. Now was for the slow build of lust. To feed into her desire until all she could think of was him and all the ways he might please her.

And oh, Themis surely intends to please her. Thoroughly. Several times over.

His dearest star was unlikely to leave this lovely little spot on her own two feet, if he had his way with her in all the manners that pleased him to think of.

The fabric of her smalls had grown damp under his fingertips. Themis uses it to further stimulate her, seeking out the hardened pearl of her clit that was now begging for his attention. Well, who was he to deny her?

Themis swirls his forefinger over that sweet spot, the sodden fabric doing half the work for him by being the perfect combination of rough and wet. The amaurotine teasing her there until she whimpers for him.

“So cute,” Themis laughs gently, obliging her wordless plea by rubbing harder with two fingers.

His star trembles, burying her face in his robe.

What could he do but give her more? Themis tugs the fabric of her smalls to the side. He could picture her perfectly in his mind's eye, her soft flesh made plump by the fabric bunching up, so wet and succulent. Waiting for him to taste her. To devour her.

Themis swallows as his mouth waters in want to taste her, feeling a bit worked up himself. No doubt she could feel it, pressed up against him as she was. The burgeoning evidence of his desire for her.

He keeps his mind on the task at hand, much as he would like to sink to his knees at this very moment and give her everything. His fingers, his tongue, the eager cock that was now tenting the clean, usually crisp lines of his robes.

Now that they would be touching intimately, skin to skin, Themis focuses his aether into his hands. There was no reason he could not begin the task of balancing her aether.

Slowly, of course.

The sharing of aether could be seamless, naught more than an exchange of life energy.

Among lovers it could be the connection of the soul. Thoughts, feelings, memories. The sharing of all that you are. Aether, life, soul.

Themis much preferred to use the more intimate method. Drawing forth his aether to further stimulate and tease her.

Not too much, at first.

He did not seek to overwhelm her.

Just share enough of himself, of his aether to drive her to distraction.

And so his intentions shine through. To her, in this moment, his aether would be a whisper of sensation like the slightest caress. A feather light tickle over her skin. Aught to slowly energize her, replenish what she had lost.

Themis runs his hand over her, palm grinding ever so slightly against her mons, savoring the feel of her under his fingertips. The throb of her pulse, the slick arousal that coats his fingertips as he parts her folds and teases her with gentle strokes of his fingers. Petting her softly, sweetly.

“Themis, please,” she moans, touching his wrist. Seeming desperate for him to touch her already.

Already tired of his teasing so soon?

Themis brushes a soft kiss across her lips. “Patience, my falling star. I have you.”

She groans in her throat, but her hands fall away.

“You are in a most peculiar mood,” she remarks, but gathers up fistfuls of her robe and holds it up for him.

Themis adores that heated look on her face. The furrow of her brow, her lip caught between her teeth when it wasn't protruding out in an adorable little pout. Plainly bothered and wanting more of him.

Like an insatiable hunger, he craves more. He is not yet satisfied with this. He wants to see himself in her eyes, her face full of bliss, of ecstasy that he had given to her.

Themis slips his fingers inside of her, his thumb finding her clit to rub at as he crooks his fingers, his hand moving against her slow and easy.

The intensity of his aether increases from a whisper to a buzz of static, lustful energy channeled to the tips of his fingers to better please her.

He could feel her twitch, squeezing around his fingers greedily. Her legs were shivering. In fact, her whole body was trembling. Every throb and jolt that wracks her frame sending more wetness dripping down his fingers and into the cup of his palm.

“Gods, please,” she moans.

Themis felt that heat himself. Feeling stifled, restrained in his many layers. There was still waiting to do for him, but his star was being quite patient. Something of a reward was in order.

Themis sinks to his knees, flipping up her skirt and tugging her smalls down to her ankles. A dewy string of wetness clinging to the cloth until it breaks as he tugs them past her knees.

For this, Themis does not delay. Burying his face against her and breathing her in as he parts his lips and licks her as far as his tongue could stretch, from bottom to top.

She lets out the loveliest sound for him, a moan of his name. “Ohh, Themis..!”

One of her hands drops away from holding up the fall of her robe, landing instead on his head as her fingers curl into the strands of hair just above his ear.

Themis laps at her dutifully, spreading her open with his hands as he savors her taste on his tongue. He sucks at her folds, groaning as his own desire builds with the delectable task of pleasing her.

He delves deeper, thrusting into her with his tongue, then pulling back and wiggling it against her. He holds one of her legs up, curling her knee over his shoulder to keep her steady as she starts to waver on her feet. With his other hand, he rubs at her with strong, purposeful fingers. Alternating between massaging her with his fingertips, or playing with her clit.

Here, too, did he supply her with his aether. Funneling it into his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

Persistent. Intense.

He was not without his generosity. He would bring her to her peak at least once before he resumed teasing her.

“Ah, I…! Mm.. So… close!” She mewls, tugging at his hair as she bucks her hips forward into his face. Grinding against his tongue, his nose. Her whole body grows taut, her back bowing over his hand as she tips over the edge of the pleasure precipice.

Themis holds her safe and steady, catching her with a net of his aether so she does not tip too far back. The amaurotine not minding over much about his hair getting pulled rather forcefully in the process of it all.

Her pleasure was worth any pain, fleeting or forever.

He gives her time to bask in that bliss, extending it a little longer on his end as he licks her through it. Sucking at her folds, her clit, massaging along her outer folds with his fingers.

He feels her tense again, throbbing on his tongue. Another peak?

My, she was certainly sensitive today.

Themis drinks it all down with full gladness. His tongue is flat and wide as he laps up all that she has to offer him, not wanting to waste one drop of that sweet ambrosia.

Themis gives her time to float through the afterglow. Quite literally floating, on a hammock made of his aether that he laid underneath her like a net. Or perhaps a web. He was plotting to thoroughly devour her, after all. This was merely the beginning. A sampling of what was to come.

Themis had such plans for her.

His brilliant, dazzling star.

He gathers her up, swaying through the air on his aether to land safe in his waiting arms.

“That was…” She starts to say, before pausing and looking down at her hands, her body. “Were we not meant to exchange aether? Aside from being pleasantly tingly all over, I feel somewhat only better.”

Themis laughs, lowering her down to sit in his lap with her back to his chest.

Watching her blink, because they were both quite naked now when a moment before they had both been almost entirely clothed.

“Oh. Well. This is most convenient.”

Themis smiles, settling her quite cozily in his lap. His hands come to rest on her waist, squeezing gently as he rolls his hips forward. His cock pillowed between the plush softness of her thighs, pearly droplets of his own desire beading at the tip. She was warm and oh so wet where his length pressed against her.

He wanted nothing more than to sink into that wet heat, but abstains for now. Allowing his star a moment's rest to regain her bearings before he resumes.

“To answer your question, we are far from through. Or would you rather I offer up my aether in one go here and now so that you may return to running errands for every researcher within Elpis?”

She wiggles in his lap, shaking her head. “No, no,” she says, her voice taking on that charming flustered quality he recognizes as her head dips down to watch as his cock slid between her thighs, rubbing up between her folds. Her soft skin made delightfully slippery for him by her own slick arousal.

“Far be it from me to… disrupt the proper flow of things.”

Themis dips his head to kiss her hair, finding her far too funny and endearing.

“Indeed so, we would not want to disrupt the proper procedure. This is a delicate matter that must be handled by those with the knowledge, with the right touch,” Themis murmurs to her softly, his voice caressing her horns as he embraces her from behind, his hands wandering with deliberate care towards the places she was most sensitive to touch. Knowing very well how she enjoyed the low tones of his voice, Themis puts a little aether behind it to enhance the experience of it.

She had once told him that the thrum of his voice through her horns was a pleasant sensation for her.

The way she shivers with the sound of his voice spoke of the truth of her words. Though perhaps the steady rocking of his hips was another reason that she finds herself distracted.

“Themis, please,” she moans.

A sudden spark of inspiration comes to him.

“Do you trust me, my star?” Themis murmurs.

She answers him immediately, without pause. “Of course I do. More than anyone.”

‘Twas as if there could be no doubt, no other answer than the one she gave him.

Was her trust in him truly so implicit?

Themis’ heart swells, fit to bursting with warmth and affection. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her in an impromptu embrace.

Her hands lift up to squeeze at the backs of his arms. Returning his affection in what way she could, sitting with her back to his chest like this.

“Does something so obvious as that make you truly so happy to hear?” She asks, smiling by the sound of her lips.

He presses his lips to her hair. Honest as always. “More than you know, my star.”

She pets him gently, running her fingers across his arms where he was still embracing her. “I would tell you no falsehoods. You do not know just how much you mean to me, Themis. For you, I would do anything.”

Themis swallows against the sudden tightness of his throat. He had not known how addictive it could be to hear such things from her lips.

It only made him crave it more.

He wanted to know just how much he meant to her. How he measured up to this other person he must remind her of, they who haunted her so.

If he meant more to her than they did.

His mind was made up.

“Then, would you close your eyes for me?” Themis asks, pulling a piece of fabric from what seems to be thin air.

His star startles a bit as he wraps the fabric around her eyes, being very careful of her horns.

“Oh.”

She touches a hand to the blindfold he had fastened around her head. “Just what are you up to?”

Themis chuckles. “All I ask is that you sit still and allow me to please you.”

She relaxes into him, squeezing his arm once more before returning her hands to her sides. “Very well. If that is your wish.”

Themis' greatest wish had already landed in his lap, his guiding star who had fallen from the sky.

His destined meeting.

“It is,” Themis says lightly, and resumes his earlier attention towards her.

The ticklish caress of his aether makes her shiver as he trails his fingertips across her skin. Allowing her a moment to adjust to the feeling of him touching her while she sat blindfolded in his lap.

“It feels more intense like this,” she says, already squirming.

“It is meant to be,” he replies, allowing his hands to wander. “My intention is to remove all distractions, to narrow your focus. To my touch, my voice alone.”

Her voice comes out a little breathy on her reply, “If that is so, it is working quite well. I could not dream of becoming distracted when you have me so vulnerable like this, naked and blindfolded on your lap. There is no other I would trust like this, Themis. You are the only one.”

Themis smiles so hard his face aches with it, his hands humming with lustful aether as they rove over her with a fair bit of possessive greed.

Never had he thought that a few words would fill him with such satisfaction.

Eagerness runs through him, he knows not where to begin. To explore the endless expanse of skin and scale for his hands to map out. Her breasts, her hips, her belly, her legs. The adorable sight of her feet, her toes curling with pleasure. Of course, last but not least that warm, wet welcoming place between her thighs.

He starts at her shoulders, rubbing the tension away, soothing any ache of her muscles as he squeezes his way down her arms to her hands, and raising them up by his grip on her wrists to kiss along the backs of her hands, her knuckles, her fingertips.

She leans into him, sighing softly.

Themis resumes his course, rubbing downward from her collarbone, dipping lower and lower towards her chest.

Her breasts are so soft under his hands, so satisfying to massage in the palms of his hands. Her pretty nipples are perked at attention for him to play with. He delights in the soft sounds she makes as he rolls them between his fingers and thumbs, tweaking and plucking at them to watch her jolt and gasp.

She squirms so cutely in his lap, rubbing herself up against him. More dewy desire dripping from the succulent softness of her folds.

Themis groans softly to himself as she squeezes him between her thighs, rubbing them together intentionally to stimulate him. Even now, she was still cheeky.

He slips his hands between the plush give of her inner thighs, fingers dimpling her flesh as he kneads at her strongly, sliding down towards her knees where he spreads her thighs open. Aught to prevent her from distracting him, or making him give into pleasure first.

He Indulges in a slight rocking of his hips that barely has him sliding against her, under her. His cock slips so very slowly between the silky wet heat of her folds, forward and back, forward and back.

Themis wonders how long he could keep her here, on the edge of bliss. How long he could last himself, when she was so irresistibly tempting.

He takes a slow breath and softens the intensity of his aether back down to a whisper of sensation. Slowing the movement of his hands. Truly savoring the moment.

Slowly from her ribcage to her belly does he traverse, his fingertips trailing over her so reverently, worshipful. He traces the scales that curve her hips, memorizing the unique shape of every one under his fingertips. How lovely their pattern, how unique to her.

His hands slip lower still, his fingertips barely grazing across her skin. The presence of his aether was more present than his physical touch. Aught to further tease and tantalize as he drew nearer to the apex of her thighs.

“Please, touch me,” she moans, bucking her hips forward.

How could he refuse such an earnest plea?

Themis rubs at her obligingly, his fingers kneading at her mons in slow, firm circles. His forefinger slips down into her wetness to slick his fingertip, aught that he uses to swirl across her clit.

“Yes, yes!” She mewls, bucking her hips forward.

Themis hums, and stops.

She whines.

Themis chuckles and starts again. Slower, softer. His aether even milder.

He strokes only at her clit this time, focusing there. His hips rolling gently forward beneath her.

She trembles all over, quivering down to the tip of her tail. Her legs jerking and tensing as he rubs her just right, finding that sweet spot that made her hips jolt up.

“So! Hnngh…!”

Again, Themis stops.

His star lets out a frustrated cry, flopping against him.

“Gods, what are you doing to me?” She gasps, desire thick in her voice. She sounds aggravated, her tail lashing with displeasure. As if she were ready to call on her magic right this moment and demand he finish what he started.

Or else.

“Have I teased you too much, my falling star?” Themis laughs.

“Themis. Either you give me what I want or I will tear this blindfold off and ride you so hard that you'll bruise your most precious appendage. Make your choice.”

Oh, dear. She was serious.

Themis coughs. “Well, I suppose I have no choice left to me but to follow your will.” That said, he dutifully loosens the blindfold.

She crosses her arms. “So it seems.”

He savors the silky slick feeling between her thighs for a few beats longer before lifting her up by her waist.

“Oh!” She squeaks with surprise, her legs and tail lifting up. Her muscles tense as she hung in his grasp, mid-air.

Themis grins, knowing that his strength was ever impressive to her. He may be small compared to his fellow convocation members, or even the average amaurotine, but he did not lack for much in other areas.

He lets go, buoying her with a net of his aether. Spinning her carefully around so they would be able to gaze upon another face.

He particularly enjoys the gasp she lets out as he slowly lowers her back down, ilm by ilm, onto his waiting cock.

They groan in unison. His star stretched open by his familiar shape after some time, while Themis adjusted to that snug, wet heat he had been missing since last they had indulged. They had been rather busy.

She felt like a dream, as always. It was all he could do to hold fast and not lay her out on the soft grass to thrust into her with the wild abandon of a lust addled beast. To test the limits of their combined stamina until one, or both of them ultimately succumbed to the sweet oblivion of the utterly exhausted.

“Themis,” his lover whines, rocking herself back on him. Twisting her hips. So eager, so impatient. The swat of her tail against his skin stung a bit.

Themis hisses her name through his teeth, unable to resist bucking his hips up. His hands grasp at her waist, his little star rising and falling again as she rides his cock, the amaurotine bouncing her on his lap in a moment of weakness. A surge of desire too powerful to ignore.

She reacts magnificently. Moaning and sighing his name. So hot, so wet as she squeezes and throbs around him so deliciously. Her arms reach up to wrap around his neck. Naught to do but enjoy the ride as Themis does all the work himself.

She is sensitive thanks to his efforts. Her pleasure builds fast to yet another toe curling orgasm.

Themis gets lost in it, too. Drawn into her gravity. Forgetting himself and his plans for a moment as he surrenders to the temptation, drowning in the bliss of pleasure and sharing aether.

She was too much for him to bear as he relaxed his guard. Too hot, too wet. Too wonderful beyond words for him to possibly articulate. The tight squeeze of her around him is his undoing.

His fingers dig into her hips as she wrings his pleasure from him. His essence laden with his aether as it pours into her in strong, sporadic pulses.

His focus wavers in that moment. The reins of his careful control falling slack. More than aether is shared with her as a result. His desire for her, the pleasure he was feeling. His thoughts, his feelings, his memories. All of them pertaining to her.

“Themis, what is this…?” She gasps, no doubt swept up in the intensity of it all.

The deeper connection forms a loop between them. His star feeling his pleasure, and he feeling hers. Layer upon layer.

His star peaks again, experiencing multiples of ecstasy. Overwhelmed.

It takes everything within him to stop, but he must.

His star cries out with dismay, forcing Themis to pin her wiggling hips down with his hands so as not to be tempted to start up anew.

“We should build towards such things, my dearest,” Themis tells her, short of breath himself. A bit of a hysterical laugh bubbling up in his throat. His whole body was trembling, strained from the willpower it had taken to close off that connection between them before the endless loop had led them on a path of debauchery that only unconsciousness would cure them of.

Themis’ heart thumps hard in his breast, his thoughts racing. Wondering what she had seen, what she knew now. What sort of peek into his psyche that his moment of vulnerability had given her.

“Themis,” she says his name with feeling.

He closes his eyes. “...Yes, my star?”

Her hand cups his face, cradling his jaw.

“There is no one else,” she tells him softly. Seriously.

So, she had seen.

Enough, at least, to explain his behavior.

Themis leans into her hand, laying his hand over hers as he nuzzles into her palm. “Is there not? There are times when you look at me, my star… I do not think you are seeing me.”

“There was once someone I loved,” She admits slowly. Her expression twisting with old pain, “but that person is gone now.”

Themis frowns. He had not meant to open old wounds.

“Perhaps it is true that you share similarities, but that is all,” she shakes her head, smiling at him. That pain easing from her face as she gazes at him with love in her eyes, her heart writ across her expression. “You are the one I love, Themis.”

Themis leans forward, kissing her with all his built up feelings. That envy and jealousy fueling the hunger of his kiss, his lips sliding over hers. Swallowing the sounds she made, her gasps for breath, as he cradled her head and poured it all into a kiss that lasted several, breathless, heart pounding moments. Until they were both dizzy and needed to part for air.

He tugs her hand towards his chest, pinning her hand under his palm so that she might feel the pounding, truthful beat of his heart.

“Forgive me my foolishness,” he asks of her, speaking her name as if it were the most important string of letters to ever leave his lips. “Perhaps since the moment you fell from the sky and into my arms, you've held my heart in your hand. I love you dearly, all too deeply. It seems I have become quite irrational with these feelings of mine.”

“You are forgiven for all of it. There was no harm done,” She says simply, and is the one to kiss him this time. Quieting any further self flagellation before he has the chance to speak it.

She leans back, thumbing at his lower lip and smiling at him. “All I ask is that you come to me from now on, instead of holding it all inside and building it up in your own mind.”

“Enough now,” She says, the look in her eyes heated, sultry. “You have had your fun, teasing me so. ‘Tis high time I had a turn.”

She bounces herself in his lap, grinding slowly. Her nails graze down his chest, catching on his nipples.

Themis groans. Leaning back on his hands as he watches her ride him, looking him steadily in the eye with that confident gaze of hers.

“I had so much more planned,” Themis moans, unable to stop the buck of his hips beneath her. Gods, he could melt.

She felt amazing.

“Tell me of them, then, and I will tell you whether we will do so,” She says, her tail swaying with mischief. A little breathless as she puts the work in.

Themis laughs, a bit charmed. Well, more than merely a bit.

He was utterly smitten.

“Well, I had thought I might treat you to a tryst with my truth again.”

Her eyes gleam with interest. “Oh? Well, what were you waiting for?”

Themis moans as she shimmies her hips, squeezing him just right.

“It has been some time, I must needs prepare you first,” Themis gasps, his hips snapping up.

His star leans forward. “You've used your aether for plenty of things now, have you not? Or are you too tired?”

Themis looks at her, his blue eyes glittering at her obvious challenge.

“Do keep in mind you asked this of me, my star.”

He sits up, blindfold in his hands.

“This again?” His star asks as he ties it around her eyes.

“The transformation is much too bright,” Themis explains. “If you look at it directly without some measure of protection, you could harm your lovely eyes. This cloth is enchanted to protect against such things.”

His star sits straight, gasping as she feels the sudden flare of his aether.

“Hold very still now,” Themis murmurs to her as his aether swirls around the both of them. “I do not wish to harm you.”

She moans, obviously feeling his aether as it trickles into her. It swells inside of her slowly, stretching her open like a tangible thing. Carefully, patiently, impossibly slow.

All she could do was sit still for him. Keeping his cock warm and wet as he suffuses her with his aether in a manner most intimate.

It was a slow stretch. His aether thickens inside of her and swirls around with the spend he had already poured into her. The bigger it grew, the more mess he made of her thighs and of his lap below her as his aether forces out his cum, sending it steadily trickling out of her.

Light shimmers around him, the brightness growing as his transformation takes hold. The stretch of his aether inside of her was soon replaced by the thick girth of his cock, his true form far larger than the average amaurotine even at half his usual size as he was now.

She could not take him comfortably inside herself at his full size, though they had indulged in some creative play involving plenty of lubricant and the softness of her body.

“How is it, my star? Too much for you to bear?” Themis asks her. He had been careful, exceedingly slow in preparing her, but one word of discomfort from her and he would revert back to his usual size. There were many ways he could still yet please her.

She presses her hands to her belly, feeling him deep. Her head shook from side to side. “Keep going.”

Themis cups her waist in his hands, all four of his arms.

That was something else his star enjoyed in this form. That he had an extra pair of hands to please her with.

Themis quite liked it, too.

It meant he could hold her steady with one pair and explore her body with the other. Or use all four hands to satisfy her.

Themis holds her by the waist, moving slow. He did not want to rush things in this form.

His star was less patient after all this teasing. She had already begun to wiggle and squirm. Testing her level of her own comfort; and Themis’ patience.

He supposed it was what he deserved, having teased her so intentionally.

He runs his many hands over her, his every touch laden with aether. Aught that he offers up to her, to replenish her deficiency as he had intended from the very beginning.

He could not hold this form for too long, for all the concentration and aether it took to maintain it.

But judging how she reacts so positively, moaning for him so sweetly, it would not be necessary.

He lifts her slowly, ilm by ilm, then lowers her down again. Starting a slow and steady pace as he uses his extra pair of hands to his advantage. Touching her all over as he was wanting to do much earlier in their intimacy.

There would be no holding back. Themis intended to use this form to its fullest, however long it lasted.

He paws at her breasts and along her hips, kneading their softness. His fingers pluck and tug at her nipples, his fingertips humming with a strong vibration of aether.

Another hand slid over her belly in a charged, zigzagging path. Exuding warmth and abundant aether.

His star moans most appreciatively as his fingers find her sweet spots. She cannot hold still as he rubs at her, his aether far too potent. He could not restrain it with the same precision while maintaining this half-transformed state.

His star was treated to pure, unfiltered aether at full strength. She was already squeezing him tighter, pulsing around him. It would not be long at all now.

Themis was nearing his limit himself, and quickly. If the way she throbbed around him so hot and wet weren't enough, the sudden presence of her aether brushing against his was enough to edge him towards the tipping point.

He could feel her. Know her thoughts, her feelings. See into her soul as their aether twined together so intimately.

Her memories filter through, filling his chest with overwhelming warmth.

He feels her feelings as she begins from the very moment she fell from the sky. It is overwhelming, but Themis cannot close himself off to it. He drinks it all in, feeling what she felt as their relationship grew.

Surprise, intrigue. A sense of familiarity that slowly shifted to understanding. Warmth, affection. Friendship.

He sees himself through her eyes. His eyes, his smile, his own face reflected back at him. The way he stood, his little quirks and gestures as he spoke, the way he laughed.

Love.

Love, love, love. So much love.

It was so strong a feeling as she gazed at him, and she did such so very often. The love in her heart for him was overwhelming.

Themis' heart aches with it, overfull.

She touches his chest, and Themis looks up. Tears brimming over his eyelashes.

It was as if her heart was speaking to him, her voice whispering over every memory: Themis. Themis. Themis, Themis, Themis…—!

“Do you understand now?” She murmurs gently. “I love you, Themis.”

Themis cannot hold it. He covers her eyes with one hand to shield them, squeezing her in his embrace with the other three.

He bursts, his transformation falling away in a flash of blinding light as he pours all his aether into her. All the love in his heart, and everything else he had left to give. Themis gives himself over to her, surrendering himself without worry.

She loved him, and that was all the matter.

His beloved star takes it all, gasping and clinging to him. Riding out the wave as pleasure crashed over her in an overwhelming flood of intensity.

The world turns. Dizzying, far too bright. Everything fades in that flood of blinding light.

….

The aftermath finds them both sprawled across the grass, surrounded by flowers as they lay in a lover's embrace.

His star gazes up at the sky, her chest rising and falling with her labored breath. Themis cannot tear his eyes away from her to even glance at the sky, unbothered by how much time must have passed them by while they had lost themselves in one another.

Sunset, he gathered, judging by the way the light lit her skin and hair.

He murmurs her name, reaching out a hand to turn her face towards him.

She looks at him with a heart melting smile. Reaching for him with arms wide open as her lips seek his own.

Themis meets her in the middle, pulling her even closer. He pillows her head on his arm, sharing kiss after kiss. She laughs and he turns his attention to her cheeks, her nose, her chin. Pressing his lips to her forehead in one last kiss before he leans back again.

“How are you still so energetic?” She sighs, smiling.

“Youth,” he says. “Or so my colleagues claim.”

She cradles his cheek in her hand, her thumb rubbing the tear tracks on his cheek. “I suppose they all are ages older.”

“Indeed, but nevermind that,” Themis nods, brushing the subject aside.

“How are you feeling, my star?”

She hums, wiggling a bit in his embrace. “Sore, but good. I suppose I should come to you if I am ever in need of more aether.”

Themis smiles, turning his head to kiss her wrist. “I am ever at your service.”

She laughs. “How fortuitous for me.”

Themis sighs softly and squeezes her in his arms, closing his eyes. “Shall we rest for a while now, my star?”

She gives a soft sound. Stroking his hair and down his back. Stroke, stroke, stroke. So soothing. Themis does not fight the drowsiness as it creeps over him. Safe and comfortable in his lover's embrace.

“I imagine you must be in need of a nap, but we have been here for quite a while. Perhaps an hour more. Is that enough for you?”

Themis breathes calm and slow in her embrace, already asleep.

His star smiles, staring at his angelic face.

“Sleep well, my dear emissary. Dream sweet. I will be here when you wake.”

....

Fin.