M!Warden x F!Orochi -- For Honor

A swift strike, a dash to the left, another descending like a storm cloud upon a field. She had been in the thick of it for some time now, pushing the front, buying time for reinforcements. Even to a highly trained orochi, extended battle with no pause at all was little more than a advanced form of delayed suicide. She had to stop, had to retreat at some point, but the roaring and raging raider coming straight at her offered little hope for that. He was predictable, at least; the lunging grab was easily sidestepped. As she poised to strike though, another came, shoulder-checking the man back.

The three circled, watching, before the raider leapt, striking the warden with the butt of his axe. Stumbling back at the sudden strike, the orochi moved to capitalize as the raider set his attention on the warden; another dash, a quick series of slashes at his back. Turning, the raider hefted his axe in a wide arc to retaliate; predictable, easily avoided. Trading off perfectly in unspoken harmony, the warden attacked from the back as the orochi tried her best to keep his attention with a series of feints. Despite it, the raider roared, disengaging, moving to strike the warden. Of course, the sudden lure of a decisive blow was enough for the orochi to follow through, only for her to suddenly find herself face-up in the dirt. To die on her feet would be better, but from the sounds of it, the enemy was breaking and their reinforcements had arrived; an honorable death to achieve victory.

It never came. Instead, staring up, she found the warden had made his move, his longsword run through the raider, only to be ripped free in what could only be a fatal blow; not even vikings' bodies were fit to look such a way, after all. Struggling to catch her breath, the warden offered his hand, nodding down to her as allied troops charged around them.

"Are you injured?"

Despite the brutality with which he had dispatched his foes, that warden still spoke with such a soft, concerned tone. The way he helped her support her weight all the way back to the keep was also rather telling; truthfully, she wasn't too badly injured, but fighting for so long had certainly taken its toll on her. She was grateful for the assistance and it sounded like he was perfectly willing to offer it. In fact, that warden stayed at her side all the way through the bandaging of her wounds; a single off-handed comment about how she disliked remaining still for it, spurred him to sit at her side. They spoke of many things, the battle of course was the topic covered for most of their conversation, though it eventually drifted to philosophy, music and even poetry.

Largely, it was her lightly poking fun at him for his relative lack of knowledge on those fronts, though his tongue was quick and his wit sharp enough that they managed to share a few laughs, enjoying the relative peace of their quiet conversation, even after they were left entirely alone. Perhaps especially, considering how close the warden came with every laugh and smile, every successful joke.

One thing was clear, from the way their eyes met; there was a connection there. A desire. Just as he had been in battle, the warden's offensive was bold and brazen. Sitting at the edge of her bed, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips with a slight smile before he spoke.

"I think you know what I have in mind. And I don't think you're all that against it, so let me just offer; I can be gentle, given your state."

Their grins were a sight to see, the orochi pulling him down into bed with her to share a quick kiss before she haughtily replied.

"I should say the same to you."

"Then perhaps a friendly contest of strength is in order?"

There was only a moment's pause, their eyes locked onto one another, grins falling to smirks fading to lustful gazes until finally their hands moved to offer the roaring, violent assent their silence could only hint at; chests were freed at first, trousers pulled low but not even entirely off before they both struggled to roll atop the other, laughing and sighing with pleasure as hands found sexes and mouths trailed kisses down necks and chests.

Wounded, still somewhat bloody, reeking of battle; nevertheless, he found her beautiful and she the same, the two dueling endlessly for dominance until fatigue or injuries or, judging by her bitten lip, desire placed her on her back with the warden laying over her. He was large; larger than any other she'd been with so far, but that wasn't a concern to her. Truthfully, given how gentle he had been with her, pain wasn't a concern at all.

His lips found hers again once half his shaft had found its way into her, with him pushing away from her a moment to stare down in an almost awe at the sight of him disappearing into her lithe body.

"You feel..."

"Heavenly," she moaned in reply, curling an arm around his neck as he sunk his length in further, reaching depths no other had, forcing her body to acclimate and adapt to him. Perhaps it would hurt if he went further. He most definitely could, judging by how large he looked, but with the way his eyes shined at her every vocalization, it wasn't a concern. She wanted him to hurt her, frankly; to drive the air from her lungs with such force that she might briefly see the afterlife. There was a voice in the back of her mind that labeled these thoughts as shameful; the thoughts of a common whore, at best. It didn't stop her from pleading her wishes into his ear.

Hands planted into the bedding, the warden was only happy to grant those wishes, picking up his pace, slamming into her in such a way that it was very unlikely the others wouldn't hear, especially with loud his growls were and how outright whorish her moans had become. Words were lost to them both. It was difficult to form them with a strapping knight's longsword in your guts, after all. And he managed to tell her with his eyes well enough that her soaking, sloppy cunt felt like a vice around him.

She didn't last long, losing herself to orgasmic bliss rather quickly after that; something about those eyes, staring deeply into her. And then, of course, her second came close after, right about the time his cock finally began battering at her cervix. Again, their mouths met, despite neither really having the breath for such a heated kiss. Rutting madly into her, the warden reached that very same precipice he had sent her tumbling off; one more lustful stare and a plea for him to cum inside of her was what finally sent him leaping wholeheartedly off after. By the time he pulled free of her cunt and rolled beside her, a hefty amount of it had already drooled from her to pool onto the bedding.

It took a couple minutes to catch their breath and it was the orochi this time with the bold offensive.

"Don't tell me you are done, warden."

He laughed softly, gently pulling her in for a kiss.

"I hope you'll promise to be gentle."