Spend The Night

I wrote some raff and birdie smut…. I’m not the best writer but wanted to share. Might start posting writing here too. Apologies for misspelling/grammar

It started innocently enough. Birdie had made her rounds, checking each member of their group for injury before bed. One by one, she healed any wounds with her magic and sometimes just her company. She always saved Raff for last, as the two used to hold up the healing train with their chatting, but now it was more purposeful.

Raff had waited patiently as he always did, unable to do anything but watch the flap of his tent, his ears pricking at any noise, any sign she was nearby. He used to try to look busy, to not seem like he was waiting for her… but he eventually stopped trying to seem aloof and instead did as he wanted. Which was to sit and wait, fidgeting with his bed roll, ensuring his tent was tidy, comfortable, and, more importantly, welcoming. Their relationship had changed in the past few months because he had found out she felt the same. Now rather than their little check-ins being two friends idly spending time together, there was much more contact involved. Many more moments of stolen kisses, touches, glances, and plenty that made Raff blush just reflecting on it. His blush spread as he felt her hands move up his arm, inspecting a cut.

“You are very lucky, no stitches needed” Birdie smiled. She had slipped into his tent and begun working right away much to his chagrin. Not even a kiss, it wounded him. Raff was well aware how seriously she took her job, but he didn’t care about a little cut. He only really cared about how when she ducked into the tent, her hair fell over her shoulders. How she had taken off her armor and was wearing just a thin dress and her apron. The way her freckled shoulder seemed the perfect place to sink his teeth, while his hands freed her of those terrible concealing clothes.

“Lucky me…” He rumbled, feeling the heat of her body against his scaled arm. She was so wonderfully warm, it was heavenly. Raff had never experienced comfort like her touch, or how she hugged him so tightly, or when he got to pull his little healer against himself in the night, feeling her warmth seep into his bones. So lovely and soft against his chest, her smell gracing his sheets. He often tried to breathe in as much of her as he could, trying to savor any piece of her she’d left behind, like her scent on his pillow, or his shirt she wore.

Now that he thought about it, it had been entirely too long since he’d seen her in his shirts, or her tucked against him while her eyes were heavy with sleep and he was wide awake, admiring his treasure. His desire had been slowly ramping up with each absent night. They hadn’t told the rest of the party about their relationship, and snuck in moments of romance whenever they could… but basically living with 3 other people left them little privacy. The last night they shared, he had all but collapsed in bed. She had to take the first watch, and he painfully had to pry himself away from her to take the morning watch… barely a full night's sleep together and that was over a week ago…

“Almost done” She murmured, her brow knit in concentration. Typically now would be when he would say ‘You’re so cute when you’re focusing’ to earn himself a playful push as she rolled her eyes.

He basked in her smile whenever he could… but now he could only focus on how soft her hands were on his arm, the way her apron cinched under her bosom, which combined with his height afforded him a great view of her cleavage. She licked her lips, trying to fade the cut into a scar.

Raff had been feeling the considerable tightness in his pants for a few days now. The last night they were intimate had to be what… a week ago? No, two weeks. They had stayed at an inn, and had been afforded a short moment of privacy. She had climbed on top of him, strong and demanding. He liked when she was in charge, though preferred being in control. His hands had sunk into her hips, needing to hold on while she rode him. It was wonderful. She smiled so brightly, so much life in her eyes as she focused on him. Admittedly, he had a hard time letting her have all the fun and recieved a scolding when he wedged his feet onto the mattress and fucked her from beneath, holding her in place. She couldn’t stay mad as she came with a cry and wagged her finger at him after the fact, saying she was supposed to be in charge. He made it up to her with another bout of love making. Raff had been replaying that night since.

“Thank you” He breathed in deeply, trying to be patient, trying to be ‘good’, to not salivate over her like some deranged animal, but her smell filled his lungs, and he almost whined in pain as he dick pressed against the seam of his pants.

“You don’t need to thank me, cutie” She gave his arm a squeeze before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, his muscles taught as he focused on not grabbing her. He never wanted to be inappropriate, to make her uncomfortable, in fact he wanted her to take the lead, her to make the first move. His past relationship, sex had been a duty, a chore, something he did in hopes of pleasing her only to receive teasing, chastising, bullying in return but it was also what ended the relationship and he was turned off from it as a whole for some time. It was too intimate, to close to someone to see his inadequacies, and the shame that hung over him for so long… His hand would be sufficient if and when the moment called for it, which was few and far between. He hadn’t had a particularly strong drive before, and lost it after the fact.

Then suddenly Birdie was there, and soon the fantasies started and the shame grew and eventually the smallest fleeting glance would send him into orbit. He found himself wanting more and more, more nights dreaming about her, and more than a few night thinking of her in place of his hand… which had brought in a new level of guilt. How badly he wanted to run his hands down her body, to taste her, feel her, be enveloped by her.

When she admitted she loved him back, he could have dropped dead with joy. Adventuring for so long had toughened Raff up, yet his heart thundered just the same when he recieved her smile. Being with her led to more findings about himself. He loved when she babied him, he liked being loved, and his nerves faded with time. The biggest challenge was the fact that she lit such a fire inside him. Being intimate with her made him realize he loved sex, specifically loved fucking her. But this meant he was never satisfied, he couldn’t get enough of her, his desire burned hotter the longer they were together. His fears had melted away, and led him to not only asking to fuck her, but pleading. The first time she really kissed him, she gripped his shirt so tightly, pressed herself against him, and sighed so happily he had finished in his pants just from that little contact. The first time he tasted her was the same, he had begun to worry he had a problem but after getting used to being with her, their sessions had gotten longer and soon he found himself finishing, and waking up later desiring her again.

Raff’s eyes traveled from the soft space between her bosom, where he’d often rest his head upon or placed a hand to feel her heart beneath his fingers, and traced lazily up her throat. Her deliciously soft throat that vibrated against his mouth when he found just the right spot, pulling moan after moan. He shook his head, trying to focus on sitting still even if his pants were suffocating him. He could barely bring himself to look at her face, because that crease in her brow made his heart skip, and if she licked her lips again he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

After a moment, he cleared his throat.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked, finally pulling his gaze to her face.

“Hm… that’s a good question, probably just read…. Unless you have something in mind?” She rubbed her hand over the scar, as if soothing the hurt that had never really been there. He took a deep breath and let it out loudly.

“I do. I’d like if you did your reading here” Raff watched her carefully. She frowned a moment before raising her eyebrows in thought.

“I don’t think you’d like the book, but I don’t think that’s what you’re asking… Would you like me to sleep here tonight?” She asked, finally meeting his gaze. He couldn’t help but smile in return, she knew exactly what he wanted, but she was going to make him say it.

“I want you to stay with me every night” He replied, leaning towards her more. His tail swished in anticipation, responding to the coiling in his stomach. It had been curled around her, seeking contact, and now it tightened possessively.

“You would get tired of me, plus I know you like having your bed to yourself” Birdie’s cheeks flushed, exactly what he had hoped for.

“The only bed I want to be in is yours, you know that” He tilted his head, watching her blush spread. She liked being wanted, and he was more than happy to tell her how much he wanted her. “I wish I could just keep you all to myself”

He moved closer, pressing more of his side against her. His claws traced her arm while his other hand moved to support him as he leaned into her.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, his hand moving to her chin to bring her attention back.

“All night?” She asked, playfully fake pouting, the way he liked.

“You have somewhere to be?” He frowned, giving her cheeks a squeeze.

“No, I just like to tease you… I should probably leave for a little to make it less suspicious” She murmured, leaning into his touch. He carefully brushed away those pesky strands of hair covering her face.

“What’s suspicious?” He began slowly rubbing the pad of his thumb on her temple before slowly tracing down her cheek, down her neck, pushing her hair so his hand could find the warm flesh of her back, right where neck meets shoulder.

“There’s definitely nothing going on here” She smiled coyly before her eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed her back, feeling her relax under his touch.

“That I can’t agree with” Raff was forcing himself to be slow, to not just pull up her skirt and fuck her right there. That wouldn't be as satisfying as taking his time to thoroughly and properly love her. The hand he was leaning on slowly crept to find contact with her thigh, while the hand on her back slid forward, his palm slowly pulling over her chest.

“Then what is going on here?” Birdie asked, her hand finding his on the ground, her other moving to rest on his thigh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to put the moves on me.

“And if I am?” His voice was husky and strained. His skin was burning, and the tent in his pants had to be noticed by now.

“Then I’d like to know your intentions” She inched her fingertips forward, leaning heavily upon him. Her heavily lidded eyes looking up at him, her teasing smile, he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

Raff’s hand dragged down her chest, skimming right over her apron, to hook under her arm and onto her back. His other hand slipped up her thigh, shamelessly taking a fistful of her ass, as he lips met hers. She gasped in surprise before melting into him, only to push her hand against his steel erection while her other arm wrapped around his back. Her mouth opened for him, and he took the signal, groaning as she rubbed him through his pants.

This was not his intention, so he swiftly pulled her into his lap, getting a delicious squeak of surprise and he moved his attention to her neck. He lavished her neck with kisses, licks, and bites while his hands quickly undid her apron as if unwrapping a present, which was tossed aside. She attempted to pull at his shirt, but he had other ideas, slowly working his kisses down her front. One hand firmly on her ass kept her in place, while the other massaged her chest, feeling her nipples harden through the cloth. After he was satisfied, he pulled down the front of her dress just enough that her breasts popped free.

“Woah-“ She breathed in surprise but was interrupted as he bit her neck. She moaned, feeling his sharp teeth sink into her skin, not enough to break it. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she rocked her hips, trying to find friction. Soon one of her rosy bud-like nipples was between his forefinger and thumb, pinched then kneaded the pain away, while his tongue dragged over the other. He hadn’t had any experience with breasts, some Dragonborns had them, but most he knew didn’t. He had been nervous and then enthralled by how wonderfully soft they were. Birdie’s weren’t the biggest he’d seen, which he preferred, they reminded him of cupcakes. Small, sweet, fitting perfectly in his palm while waiting to be devoured. She had been mildly offended by his comparison, too late to think calling her breasts small and cute were a bad thing. It was a learning curve, but quickly proved his preference and figured out what she liked.

She gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, rocking forward to rub against his bulge. He swallowed a groan, the idea of tearing her pants off and fucking her like this becoming all too appealing. To prevent himself acting like an animal, he pulled her off of him, much to her chagrin, and turned her around, keeping her sat in his lap with her ass firmly against his crotch.

Birdie whined in frustration, about to speak up when he hiked her skirt up and slipped his hand under her leggings. Raff cupped her center firmly through her underwear.

“Ah!” Birdie gasped as he pinched her nipple and rubbed her through her underwear. He continued attacking her neck with attention, nibbling and kissing until she panted.

“You- you’re such a tease-“ she huffed, trying to grind against his cock.

“So wet already” He rumbled, watching her blush grow. He could already feel the damp the moment he pressed his hand against her, now she was soaking through her underwear.

“Raff“ she tried to sound annoyed but instead whimpered as he circled her clit through the fabric.

“I want you so badly” He rubbed his face against the side of her head, breathing in her scent deeply. His fingers slipped over the edge of her underwear. Birdie gasped at the new sensation; his calloused fingertips dragging through her folds. Raff shuddered at the searing heat and slick he was met with. He couldn’t help himself but spread her wetness over his fingers before pulling them out and having a taste.

“Oh gods…” She groaned and hid her face, complaining but not really. He licked his fingers clean, the knot of anticipation growing in his stomach as he savored her taste.

“Mmm” He hummed, giving her breast a squeeze before slipping his hand back to its home. “I’ve been thinking of how you taste all week”

“You’re insane” She hid her face further, but he could see the beet red between her fingers. He delved farther down, teasing her opening so he could spread her wetness around her clit. The moan she tried to stifle only made him bolder, swirling around her pearl to make it slick before finally applying pressure directly.

“I wish I could have your pussy for all my meals” He watched her grow impossibly redder and he took the opportunity to nuzzle her neck, feeling her try to grind against his hand even though she was too embarrassed to watch. He loved how flustered she’d get, and how much this turned her on. She was getting even wetter.

“Raff…” She groaned, as he increased the pressure to her cunt. He used his free hand to pull her hands off her face, gently pressing his cheek to hers. Now he had the perfect view of the top of her tits, and his hand disappearing under her skirt.

“Please pull your skirt up” Raff let go of her wrists he had held in one hand, returning to rest on her hip so that he could press her more firmly to him. She did as asked, pulling her skirt up just to watch his middle finger dip down and slowly press inside her. He watched her face as she took his finger, sliding in easily. She was so wet, her taste still lingered in his mouth. He wanted to taste her again. Raff shuddered as he felt her squeeze his finger and she stifled a whimper. This would be the easy part. Working his first finger in was quick work, but the second was a squeeze. She was so tight already, now shamelessly panting and grinding, gripping his forearm.

“You’re so beautiful, taking my fingers so well” He pumped in and out, letting his second hand join and rub her clit. But the way she coated his fingers… He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to have more. As much as he wanted to push her onto his cock, frantically trying to reach his own end, they had to continue their travels and soreness would leave him with crushing guilt.

“Raff- please” Birdie whined, trying to grab his hand to continue his movement before he slowed down.

“I want you on your back“ Raff quickly pulled his fingers out, licking his lips in anticipation as he lifted her off of him. He didn’t realize he was panting until his words came out. “I need to taste you. Please.”

Birdie responded by kissing him, so ferociously he almost fell backward. She was as desperate as he was, pawing at his shirt. He hiked her dress up over her head, breathing an apology as he heard a tear. She didn’t seem to mind, instead tossing it to the side, pulling his shirt up before promptly pressing her chest to his, and running her hands down his shoulders the way he liked as her tongue delved into his mouth. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, her knee tactfully pressing into his crotch. He couldn’t help but thrust against it a few time before he caught himself. At this rate he wouldn’t even get to fuck her.

He felt like his insides were fire. He couldn’t go slow. He pushed her onto his bedroll, licking down her throat, over her breasts, pinching, sucking, nibbling on all the delightfully soft flesh. His hand snuck down to continue to rub her, trying to get her back to the high she had been at.

“You are so beautiful” He couldn’t help but grip her a little tighter, squeeze her tit a little harder, dig his claws into her hip to hold her in place as he nuzzled her soft round stomach. He felt her hand rub his head, delicately trace over his scales.

He reverently ran her hand over her mound, giving it a squeeze. He loved her plump figure, he loved how she felt in his hands, and especially loved her mound, that soft peak that protected and hid his destination. His kisses went to her hips, then her thighs as he lowered himself. Raff quickly pulled her leggings and underwear off, tossing it elsewhere before he settled between her legs.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy“ He couldn’t help but smile as he pulled her legs over his shoulders, noticing she was peering through her fingers again.

“I can’t help it“ She murmured, closing her hands over her eyes.

“Don’t hide from me, Bird” He pat her stomach, getting her attention. She peaked through her fingers, barely able to keep her eyes on him.

Holding her eyes, he leaned forward, taking a deep breath before running his tongue from her very center to her clit. Raff couldn’t help but groan at her taste. He repeated, lapping up any wetness he could, not willing to let a drop go to waste on her thighs before diving in. He groaned louder than she did as his tongue pressed against her pearl. He traveled down to slip his tongue inside her, before returning to her clit.

“You taste amazing” He groaned, dragging his tongue over her pearl before pressing his mouth and sucked.

“Right- right there” Birdie instructed, her hand finding his horn to keep him in place. His dick jumped at the sensation. Raff hooked his arm around her hip, pulling her closer to him as he ravenously ate her. His other hand wedged between his chin and the floor as he slipped his finger back into her. One, then two, carefully scissoring them to make sure she would be ready for him. Soon both her hands were pulling at his horns and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

“I want to hear you” He demanded, giving her hip a squeeze before going back to his meal. Birdie gasped as he hooked his fingers, finding that sweet spot.

“Please, please- fuck-“ She gasped, pulling on his horns to keep him where she needed him. He couldn’t help but grind against the floor, precum already soaking his underwear. He wouldn’t last long if she kept moaning his name like this.

“Oh- ah- Raff!” Only a few more thrusts and he got his prize. Her chest heaved, his name was cut off as she shook, her back arching. He continued licking her, his fingers crushed by her finish and she sobbed out his name. Raff dragged his tongue through her folds, roughly passing over her clit that made her put a hand over her mouth. He was desperate now, he was trying to lick his fingers, pull down his pants, and push her legs off his shoulders all at the same time. He didn’t bother taking his pants off. He tore off open his belt and the laced, pushing his pants down enough for his dick to spring forward.

“Please“ He was on top of her, pressing kisses onto her panting mouth, begging to fuck her as he ground his cock into her thigh.

“You don’t have to ask-“ she smiled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed forward, rubbing her cunt with his dick, feeling her wetness as he pushed through her folds. He shuddered, having to take a moment to collect himself before he kissed her neck and lined himself up. The fat head of his cock met a little resistance, but after more kisses and bites it slipped in. Small thrusts helped work his way inside until he was fully seated.

“Fuuuck” He hissed, her walls clenching him. Her pussy was divine. Warm, welcoming, tight, and oh so wet. She used to get embarrassed about it, how she’d drip down her thighs, but he loved it and it helped with his considerable size.

She wrapped her legs around him, pushing her heals into his ass to push him forward. He did as he was told, and pulled almost all the way before he couldn't help but snap his hips forward. Raff’s brain was shutting down as he braced himself and did it again.

“Raff- fuck me” Birdie demanded, her heels goading him. Her nails dug into his back as he began to do just that. Hard and fast, her tits bounced beneath him.

“Ah- you feel so good” Birdie smiled, blissfully happy to recieve the loving he offered. She held him tight, her fingers trying to find purchase on his scales.

“Birdie…” He moaned. At this point her name was about the only thing he could say. He moaned her name into her shoulder over and over again as he fucked her relentlessly. The sound of wet flesh slapping flesh was obscene and if he had been able to think he would have tried to at least be a little quieter especially when it was accompanied by her moans and his grunting pants. Raff dug his feet into the ground, trying to find some purchase to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. His body was wound so tightly, the pleasure was almost painful.

“Oh Raff- oh- oh Raff- Raff-“ Birdie’s voice was strained, almost panicked as she suddenly tightened. The vice grip made him gasp, and she cried out, her nails digging into him as she finished again. The coil in his stomach almost immediately snapped, and he frantically pumped into her.

“Fill me up, Raff- please-“ She begged. That was it. The thought of filling her with his cum pushed him over the edge. He breathed her name until finally, with one last thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go.

“Fuck- Berndette-“ He grit his teeth, filling her with his cum. His hips pathetically twitched, trying to keep pumping as he shook. Raff stilled, trying to catch his breath, and nuzzled into her neck. She was sweaty, and sweet, and rubbed his back so gently while he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tight to him. Raff breathed her in, feeling his heart pounding in his throat.

“Gods- you’re so hot…” Raff murmured, giving her an extra tight squeeze.

“You’re wonderful” Birdie hummed happily, more than satisfied, pressing her sweaty cheek to his.

“I love you” She sighed, squeezing him back. His heart skipped, as did his dick hearing her say that.

“Oh- you like that? Telling you I love you and asking you to cum in me is what you’re into?” She asked, filling his hips push forward.

“Well- I just- I- I love you with every part of myself- including that” He awkwardly replied, punctuating his admission with a rock of his hips though his cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment.

“Hmm” She smiled, slowly rubbing his shoulders. “Well I love you and I love when you cum in me”

Raff grimaced at his involuntary twitch. He was hard again, and Birdie wasn’t helping as she started to roll her hips.

“I think you should fill me up again” Birdie continued, smiling devilishly as if she wasn’t saying complete filth.

“Birdie…” He groaned.

“Does it feel good or is it for other reasons?” She asked, seating him completely before slowly rocking out.

“Oh my gods” Raff dropped his head, unable to respond as he thought about cumming in her again.

“Is it a territorial thing or do you have a breeding kink?” She asked thoughtfully, more in her own thoughts.

“I don’t know” He huffed, trying to fight the redness in his face.

“I get it- You won’t be able to knock me up, but you’re more than welcome to try” Birdie said slowly, testing him. “Give me everything you’ve got, I’m all yours.”

He didn’t even have time to try to fuck her. He shuddered and finished again to the thought of her dripping with his cum, his claim on her, making her entirely his… The thought of knocking her up was what tore the orgasm from him. He shook, his finish rocking through him and he gasped, his head spinning. Then he was suddenly overly aware of what he just did.

Birdie seemed just as surprised, her eyes wide when he finally opened them.

“Did- did you just finish again?” She asked as he groaned, trying to keep his heavy eyes open. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“S-Sorry” Raff covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his shame.

“Don’t apologize- it’s just- I didn’t know you could do that” She pat his back, giving him a kiss and tried to work him out of his shame grovel.

“I’m sorry- I can’t believe I did that- I’ve never done- never done that before” He whined. Now she knew he was a complete freak.

“No- it’s hot. I mean- it’s ok I like it” She offered.

“Hmm…” Raff nodded, “you don’t have to humor me if it makes you uncomfortable- I don’t want to do anything that would not make you feel safe with me…”

He could feel how hard she cocked her eyebrow.

“Raff, if I didn’t want my handsome boyfriend to fuck me into the ground and finish where I said he could, then you would not be doing that” She countered, “But that would mean I’ve gone insane or am clearly a doppelgänger… that’s how you’ll know if I’ve been replaced”

“I would prefer if you didn’t get replaced” He could tell her attention was already wandering: her imagination far exceeded his own, and after a good bout of love making she either passed out on her face, or she was invigorated and began to talk about things that he sometimes couldn’t keep up with or was too tired to precisely follow… but he would try.

“I would prefer if you’d not feel bad about what you like- there’s no shame in asking to get what you want” She continued. “I’ll let you know if I change my mind, hm?”

“Yeah- ok…” He pushed himself up to really look at her. He was still trying to figure out how to be comfortable and open on his likes, which he didn’t know why he was so afraid because Birdie never made him feel bad about anything.

“You didn’t answer my question, is it a territorial thing or a breeding thing?” She asked, rubbing his shoulders

“I don’t know- both I guess- more so the first thing, our job is a little dangerous for… for the second thing…” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it.

She eyed him carefully, with those attentive grey eyes that could pierce his soul sometimes. He couldn’t tell if he was easy to read or if she could read his mind.

“Well… I like when you take what you want- like you just did… but you don’t have to ask to fuck me so politely” Birdie brushed her hand against his cheek.

“I like being polite…” He whined.

“Ok, then be polite, I’m just saying” She smiled back. He took her hand and kissed her palm.

“I’m kidding- well not really…” He pressed her hand to his cheek again, closing his eyes. Still deep inside her, wrapped up in her arms was his favorite place to be. “I missed you a lot”

“Aw… I missed you” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to give him a few kisses on the cheek. “Is it me you missed or…?”

“Obviously you”

“Well perhaps you missed other…activities?”

“Ahem- well- that includes you, yes…” He gave her a squeeze before sighing. “I missed sleeping with you and… and making love to you-“

“Oh Raff-“ She pushed his shoulder, “I’m not sure if I would consider that ‘making love’”

“It was more of a fuck…” he wrinkled his nose. Desperate fucks weren’t his preference.

“I know you hate it, but I make love to you” He was purposefully being annoying, knowing she found the phrase a bit mushy. A blush crossed her cheeks and she pushed his shoulder again. “Because I looooove you”

He pressed a few kisses over her face, smiling as she jokingly complained.

“But I think I should get to… show you my affection more often” He wasn’t going to say anything, but he felt she would agree.

“I would love to receive your affection more often” She replied.

“And I want you to spend every night with me” He leaned down to try to seal it with a kiss.

“That’d be a little obvious, don’t you think?” She asked, putting a finger to his mouth to stop him.

“We’re just good friends” He shrugged with a smile.

“Mhmm… how about at least more nights?” She offered.

“Mmoh-kay” he muttered, finally allowed to kiss her. His heart sank slightly. “You uh- how long do you think… when… I don’t want to only be with you behind closed doors…”

“I know… I just… it’s nice to have something that’s just mine” Birdie said quietly, tracing the scales on his arm. “But soon, we just have to find a time where things are maybe a little more settled… and when we prepared to tell everyone”

“Forgot about that part… maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone ever” Raff snorted, slight dread at the idea.

Proclaiming their relationship status also meant telling the other members of the party… it was more equivalent to coworkers secretly seeing each other. Their companions were good friends, but also dreadfully nosy… and even if they were happy, they would never hear the end of it.

“I also kinda like sneaking around… the thrill of getting caught…” She walked her fingers up his arm. She was far braver and far more adventurous than he… “Maybe we do it outside the tent next time”

“Alright- Let’s clean you up” Raff shook his head and gave her another kiss. Finally he pulled out, stifling a groan. He sat back, taking a moment to admire the sight of their union. A few weeks of no sex and his two orgasms meant his essence gushed out of her, dripping with her own wetness and his cum.

“Maybe I should have put a towel down” He murmured, fighting the urge to take his two fingers and push his seed back into her.

“Hm? Is there a mess?” Birdie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well it’s been a while…I’m sorry” He sheepishly reached for the rag he had laid out in anticipation of this.

“No sorry… though I can’t help but feel this was planned…”

“I had hoped you’d be feeling the uh… distance” He replied, cleaning her up.

Normally he was more careful, laid a towel down, cleaned her thoroughly, carefully disposed of their session, got her underwear or whatever clothes and folded them when she got ready in bed. He did clean her well, but couldn’t be bothered. He had the foresight to have water on hand, which he offered her. But as soon as she was done, he tossed the rag somewhere and pulled her into his arms before collapsing onto his bedroll.

“This ok?” He asked as she wrapped her arms around him and laid on his chest.

“Mhmm” she replied, already eyes heavy.

Raff would never tired of feeling her on top of him, her cheek to his chest, his hands on her back. He pulled her tighter against him so he could rest his chin on her head and she threw her leg over his waist.

Soon enough she was asleep. He snapped his fingers and the magicked lights went out. His tail wrapped around her behind, keeping her snug to him. Her warmth and her steady breathing lulled him to sleep, safe, secure, and loved.