FE kink meme, Leanne/Lehran
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Prompt: Post-RD Seductive!Leanne, with any of the possible bird pairings.
Pairing: Leanne/Lehran
Rating: light M, it's only almost porn.
Notes: there's no point in hiding when I said I'd do it. :P
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The heron princess came to Lehran the first spring after Ashera's fall, and he sent her away when he realized what she was asking of him. He was her elder by several centuries, and his children were born long ago - those of heron descent, those of human descent. There was no reason to return to that point in his life. If Reyson and Rafiel were out of the question, there were yet other birds to consider - what of Tibarn, or Naesala, or one of the king's servants?
Naesala doesn't want to touch me with blood-stained hands, she said. Tibarn has my brother.
Lehran refused and told her to find another. How could they know if his children would carry the right characteristics? What if conceiving with him would deprive Leanne of her own power, and the world of another heron?
He meant to speak with Tibarn about his monopolization of the heron prince, but Lehran was easily distracted. He cultivated a garden when his thoughts threatened to dwell on Sanaki, planting seeds for lavender and rosemary, hibiscus and camellia, and the many-colored hydrangea. When news came of Daein's efforts at restoration he gathered flax and prepared it for spinning linen thread, devoting every thought to remembering the process as he learned it when he was young. He avoided visitors. His home was deep in the forest, past the altar, nearer to the mountains - it wasn't difficult. The sound of the others singing echoed between the pines, and some days he convinced himself he found it peaceful.
Leanne came again the second year, when the months were turning to summer and he was outside, on his knees by the baskets he used to store dried goods with a clay jar of seeds. He gave her the same answer and turned back to the pomagranates he'd saved, the seeds he'd dried, measuring a handful into a stone mortar. "Tell your brother I want to speak with him," he said, taking the pestle and grinding it into the seeds. "His resistance in this matter is ridiculous. He knows what needs to be done."
He heard her dress rustle, thought she'd turned to go, but instead her fingers combed into his hair and found the skin at the nape of his neck. Her nails grazed the nub of his spine and he dropped the pestle, scattered the seeds, gooseflesh pricking beneath his sleeves. "They want to cling to the people they love," she said, pulling his hair aside and draping it over his wing, lips moving over the juncture of his shoulder. "Tibarn will die. Nailah will die."
Naesala will die.
For a moment he thought he heard Leanne say it aloud. Her hands found the clasp of his coat and opened it. She pulled it off over his wings and he turned around to grab her hands-- and instead she grabbed his, and slid over his knees, parting her legs around his waist. She was warm and soft, and the heat between her legs hardened his groin. Her hair smelled like fresh grass, like the finest gold flax. Her thighs were petal-soft when his hands slid beneath her skirt, over her skin.
Sanaki will die. He watched Leanne's eyes lid and glow when his fingers found the part between her folds and pushed inside. "Little seductress." He watched her lips curve, part. "I told you--"
Her mouth silenced him. Her hands pulled the tie to his pants and her lips shaped words over his. "I can't have the one I want either." The sunlight caught in her hair and her wings when they curved around him until he blocked the glow with his own wings, meshing their feathers together. "Am I not beautiful enough--"
"You're attractive." Lehran moved his fingers, stretched her, pressed deep and listened to her whimper into his ear. Her hair spilled over his shoulders and veiled him from the garden, tickling his skin where she parted his robes and slid her hands beneath the fabric to push it down. "You're beautiful." It came out strained, muffled against her shoulder, and he grasped her hips with both hands, unsure if he wanted to push her away or pull her in.
Leanne hummed against his ear, pleased, and stroked his hair back with one hand. The other positioned him at her entrance and guided him in. "You know what needs to be done."
He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "Yes."
"Just a little while." Her hands caressed his cheeks, her lips brushed his eyelids. "Just until they're ready for us."
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This is the only genre where I agonize over every word and still fail. This, and humor.
Porn/humor OTP? Maybe that Sephiran/Zelgius entry should be next! :D
Prompt: Post-RD Seductive!Leanne, with any of the possible bird pairings.
Pairing: Leanne/Lehran
Rating: light M, it's only almost porn.
Notes: there's no point in hiding when I said I'd do it. :P
.......................................
The heron princess came to Lehran the first spring after Ashera's fall, and he sent her away when he realized what she was asking of him. He was her elder by several centuries, and his children were born long ago - those of heron descent, those of human descent. There was no reason to return to that point in his life. If Reyson and Rafiel were out of the question, there were yet other birds to consider - what of Tibarn, or Naesala, or one of the king's servants?
Naesala doesn't want to touch me with blood-stained hands, she said. Tibarn has my brother.
Lehran refused and told her to find another. How could they know if his children would carry the right characteristics? What if conceiving with him would deprive Leanne of her own power, and the world of another heron?
He meant to speak with Tibarn about his monopolization of the heron prince, but Lehran was easily distracted. He cultivated a garden when his thoughts threatened to dwell on Sanaki, planting seeds for lavender and rosemary, hibiscus and camellia, and the many-colored hydrangea. When news came of Daein's efforts at restoration he gathered flax and prepared it for spinning linen thread, devoting every thought to remembering the process as he learned it when he was young. He avoided visitors. His home was deep in the forest, past the altar, nearer to the mountains - it wasn't difficult. The sound of the others singing echoed between the pines, and some days he convinced himself he found it peaceful.
Leanne came again the second year, when the months were turning to summer and he was outside, on his knees by the baskets he used to store dried goods with a clay jar of seeds. He gave her the same answer and turned back to the pomagranates he'd saved, the seeds he'd dried, measuring a handful into a stone mortar. "Tell your brother I want to speak with him," he said, taking the pestle and grinding it into the seeds. "His resistance in this matter is ridiculous. He knows what needs to be done."
He heard her dress rustle, thought she'd turned to go, but instead her fingers combed into his hair and found the skin at the nape of his neck. Her nails grazed the nub of his spine and he dropped the pestle, scattered the seeds, gooseflesh pricking beneath his sleeves. "They want to cling to the people they love," she said, pulling his hair aside and draping it over his wing, lips moving over the juncture of his shoulder. "Tibarn will die. Nailah will die."
Naesala will die.
For a moment he thought he heard Leanne say it aloud. Her hands found the clasp of his coat and opened it. She pulled it off over his wings and he turned around to grab her hands-- and instead she grabbed his, and slid over his knees, parting her legs around his waist. She was warm and soft, and the heat between her legs hardened his groin. Her hair smelled like fresh grass, like the finest gold flax. Her thighs were petal-soft when his hands slid beneath her skirt, over her skin.
Sanaki will die. He watched Leanne's eyes lid and glow when his fingers found the part between her folds and pushed inside. "Little seductress." He watched her lips curve, part. "I told you--"
Her mouth silenced him. Her hands pulled the tie to his pants and her lips shaped words over his. "I can't have the one I want either." The sunlight caught in her hair and her wings when they curved around him until he blocked the glow with his own wings, meshing their feathers together. "Am I not beautiful enough--"
"You're attractive." Lehran moved his fingers, stretched her, pressed deep and listened to her whimper into his ear. Her hair spilled over his shoulders and veiled him from the garden, tickling his skin where she parted his robes and slid her hands beneath the fabric to push it down. "You're beautiful." It came out strained, muffled against her shoulder, and he grasped her hips with both hands, unsure if he wanted to push her away or pull her in.
Leanne hummed against his ear, pleased, and stroked his hair back with one hand. The other positioned him at her entrance and guided him in. "You know what needs to be done."
He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "Yes."
"Just a little while." Her hands caressed his cheeks, her lips brushed his eyelids. "Just until they're ready for us."
-----
This is the only genre where I agonize over every word and still fail. This, and humor.
Porn/humor OTP? Maybe that Sephiran/Zelgius entry should be next! :D
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