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“Ain’t no way that’s strong enough.” Zegram chuckled, taking another sip of his favorite grog, this was a moment of rest, and he was going to take full advantage of it, as drunk as he could manage until he passed out. “Fine don’t believe me, but I’ve seen it happen, even powerful warriors have fallen to their knees after consuming it.” Lilika retorted, clearly annoyed. Kisala shifted up to the bar, grabbing her usual, Jaster clearly glued to her hip. The two broke from their private conversation to notice Lilika’s annoyed expression and Zegram’s growing smug smirk.
“Hey guys! What’s going on?” Jaster burst between them, quickly attempting to allocate whatever situation Zegram was starting. They finally got a break on their adventure, he really didn’t need 2 of the deadliest people on board to get into a fight, though a small part of his brain did question who would win.
“Zegram doesn’t believe in the power of Juraikan wine.”
“I’m telling ya, there’s not way it’s as strong as you think it is. Even Rosan booze is stronger.” Zegram scoffed.
“Well how about you try it?” Jaster commented. Though he didn’t particularly want to see Zegram utterly wasted, he did want to see Zegram finally wipe that smirk off his face. Zegram chuckled, took another swig of grog, and turned to Lilika.
“Fine, you got any here?” Zegram leaned on the counter, swirling his bottle, then finishing it off.
“I do!” Lilika slipped off the stool and stomped over to the nearby storage closet, “ the chief gave me a few supplies from the village, and I never thought to unpack them, like we need anymore alcohol on this ship.” Small clinks and rustles could barely be heard over the boisterous chatter in the ship’s bar. Several cremates were already fairly tipsy, stumbling around, bumping into chairs, loudly laughing at barely comprehensible jokes. One thing that could be heard over all that was the captain, towering over the rest of the crew, every laugh rumbling through the wooden planks. Zegram leaned back, taking a long inhale, finally letting his body relax at the exhale. There had not been enough moments to relax this whole experience, so he was happy to take whatever he could get, enjoying the buzz he was building at the back of his mind, until a loud clank disturbed him.
“Here it is.” Lilika proudly puffed at the small amber bottle, clearly reused to house this new beverage, remnants of the old label still littering the outside.
“That’s it?” Zegram picked up the bottle by the neck, surprised at how small it was compared to the grog bottle he could easily finish off. He swirled it above himself, watching the light dance through the reddish liquor.
“That’s a standard size, though everyone I’ve watched only gets a few sips in before they collapse, red in the face, unable to stand, barely comprehensible. At the last celebration, one man only took one sip before throwing up.” Lilika crossed her arms, glaring down Zegram, clearly daring him to try it. Kisala slipped away, not wanting to be in the middle of whatever was going on. Jaster wanted to follow, but after all Zegram put him through, he wanted some comeuppance.
“Fine, how much did you want me to drink?” Zegram raised a brow, his low voice dripping with arrogance.
“The whole bottle!” Lilika snapped, slamming her hand on the bar, fire in her eyes. Both Jaster and Zegram started, utterly surprised at her outburst. Zegram chuckled, uncorking the bottle.
“Fine!” Zegram swung the bottle back, immediately chugging it down. Lilika’s expression melting into surprise, seeing the amber liquid quickly disappearing. Jaster turned away, stifling a laugh as Zegram released the bottle with a satisfied exhale. He slammed bottle on the counter and crossed his arms with an even smugger expression. Lilika just blinked, completely dumbfounded. Jaster glanced between both, hand coving his mouth to not laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. He caught Zegram’s eye as the rugged man just chuckled and shrugged. Zegram hadn’t felt anything, no additional buzz, sure there was warmth, but that may have been just the spice in whatever Lilika gave him. He wasn’t sure what he had enjoyed more, the sweet spice now coating his throat, or the look on Lilika’s face. Just to rub it in, he decided to stand, showing the lack of any side effects. There wasn’t any spinning, no nausea, what about this made people collapse? After a moment more of his gloating, Lilika had enough and left with a scoff, leaving Zegram laughing and Jaster shaking his head.
“You know, one of these days, something’s gonna happen and you’re really gonna regret putting yourself in these situations.” Jaster grabbed a drink from the bartender, making sure to avoid any alcohol.
“You gotta learn to live a little kid.” Zegram chuckled, grabbing another bottle of grog. Shaking his head, he walked into the elevator, pushing the button for his floor. As much as he wanted to continue drinking, he wanted to leave before Dorgengoa got too intoxicated. He’d seen the captain wasted before, and he never wanted to see that again. He uncorked the bottle and took another swig as the door opened. Taking a step out into the hall, Zegram suddenly felt the planks under him shift. Was this the Jurikan wine? Took long enough. Suddenly his chest ached, his skin itched, the floor nearly pitched out from under him. He could smell something sweet in the air, almost suffocating and sickeningly so. His heartbeat starting to drum in his ears, he continued forward, bracing himself on the wall. He wanted to go to his room right? So why was his body following that sweet scent? He couldn’t stop himself as he shambled past his room, as his heartbeat quickened, as he began to breathe harder. Rounding a dimly lit corner down the hall, he managed to stop himself, leaning his back on the wall to brace himself and alleviate that spinning feeling. Maybe the kid was right, maybe he shouldn’t drink whatever was put in front of him. He chuckled as the sweet scent filling his nostrils, filling his lungs, suffocating him but leaving him wanting more. He felt his blood begin pounding, rushing through his veins, flowing down, where he didn’t expect. He didn’t want to fall over, so he leaned his head back, letting it happen. How long had it been since he took care of himself? His clothes felt like too much stimulation, his body felt too warm, every movement felt like someone’s hands on him. He closed his eyes with a soft moan as that sweet smell grew more and more intense. He shifted his weight, feeling his clothes move and brush against him in just the right way. He almost forgot where he was as on of his hands moved to his leg, slowly snaking up, closer, closer. The heat filled every vein, his skin crawled, begging for attention, all he could breathe was that sweet scent. Closer and closer, his fingers inched, he could feel himself twitching in anticipation.
“Zegram?” A familiar voice startling him. He opened his eye to see a familiar small figure rounding the corner, messy curls framing her face and arms filled with thick tomes. As she drew nearer, Zegram found his heartbeat growing even faster, blood flowing even quicker in his veins, that sweet scent was all he could smell, all he could taste and he wanted more. Was that smell coming from her? Had she always smelled so intoxicating? He swore he could hear her heartbeat, maybe that was his own, echoing in his skull. He couldn’t tell, but he wanted more. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed.” Y/N’s eyes searched his face, carefully placing her books down on a nearby table. Her small hands began to reach up to his face, everything seemed to move so slow. Zegram’s eye took in her soft, concerned eyes, the curve of her jaw, the pout in her lips, the peek at her collarbone, right at the edge of her shirt. He knew she was a cute little thing, already feeling protective the moment she stepped onboard, but when did she get so damn tempting? Zegram couldn’t stop a sigh as her hands cooled his cheeks.
“Did you drink too much again?” She laughed, removing the bottle still loosely in his grasp. Stars above, how he loved that sound, what other sounds could come out of that mouth? He wanted to hear everything, her pleased purrs, her begging for more, his name coming out of her mouth as she cried in utter bliss. Where did that come from? Did he care? He wanted to hear it. Zegram’s eye narrowed, his eye devouring every feature of her. “Zegram? Are you okay?” Zegram’s hand came up to hers, wrapping his rough fingers around hers, it felt so small and delicate in his grip. Y/N gave a small smile, content at the fact the mercenary seemed well enough as he nuzzled into her hand. She never understood him, he would seem so serious, so bloodthirsty, so deadly, then turn around and be a cocky drunken fool, a smug smartass, sometimes there was a hint of something more, but she could never grasp it. His eye lazily opened again, catching her eyes. His lowered gaze seemed so… predatory, her heartbeat skipped and began to quicken. Suddenly, she was spun around, back against the wall, her hand pinned above her. Zegram towered above her small frame, one hand on her’s, the other resting on her hip. Something darkened his gaze and flushed his cheeks, she swore she could hear his heartbeat as close as they were. Was that… lust? Couldn’t be, right? This man oozed sex appeal, with his tall and strong frame, statuesque features, his natural bedroom gaze, no way he’d be after her, right? His body shifted closer to her, his head lowering down to hers, his hand trailing up her side, coming up to cup her face.
Zegram managed to stop himself, though he really, really didn’t want to. His whole body was screaming for her, his hands itched to run across her skin, he wanted her, he needed her. But he waited, his body tense, he needed her, but he needed to wait, he couldn’t yet, but stars above he wanted to. Y/N glanced up at him, a small flush barely visible on her skin, she didn’t fight against him, didn’t pull her hand from loosened grip. Instead she waited, holding her breath, waiting for a move. He could feel his muscles tremble with tension, he grew warmer, but he waited. Y/N did want him, she’s expressed to Kisala and Lilika that she’d had interest in him, but she’s never expected this. But when would she get another chance? They’d been rushing around on this mad treasure hunt, barely able to even sleep, when would she get a chance to finally do this, to experience him? She wanted him, but they’d never even kissed. Still he waited, watching her contemplate. Zegram’s mind was dizzy, filled with warmth and that sweet intoxicating smell, he was grateful to be braced against the wall, or else he might have fallen over. His muscles were growing tired, fighting against this primal need, he could see his arm beginning to tremble with strain. He bit his lip to avoid kissing her, planted his feet to avoid closing the small distance between them. Was this the wine? Had he seriously just drunk a whole bottle of some weird horny love potion, that was it right? She was cute, she was beautiful actually, she was kind, she was funny, she was precious, he’d wanted to protect her. But now? Now he wanted to devour her, to have her claw his back, cry in bliss, he wanted to hear what she sounded like at the peak, to see her completely satisfied, basking in the afterglow. Finally her free hand came up to his chest, pulling at his shirt, pulling him closer to her. He tensed, his hand tracing down her face, cupping her jaw, thumb right at the edge of her soft lips, still he waited. He wanted this, but he waited. Stars above, he wanted this, his mind spun, he needed this, his heart ached, he wanted her, his skin itched, he couldn’t breathe her in fast enough.
“Zegram,” she whispered, leaning into him “do you actually want me, or are you just drunk?” A small smile played at the edge of her lips, just a breath away from his own.
“I’ve wanted you for a while,” his voice husky and dripped with need, almost a moan,” I don’t know how much longer I’d be able to stop myself. I need you.” Finally his lips closed the distance, meeting hers, finally. His muscles relaxed and began moving on their own. His hand left her jaw, tracing her back, her hip, never reaching where he wanted to go, not yet. He wanted this to build, to get her there, to keep her there as long as possible, but not yet. Her hand wrapped around him, resting on his neck, getting tangled in his hair. The hand above her released hers, fully bracing against the wall now while his other hand traced her, memorizing the curves of her body, leaving a tingling warmth on her exposed skin, toying with the edge of her clothes. His kisses were so warm, something sweet on his lips, his heat causing her heart to beat faster. She broke from the kiss, trying to catch her breath and Zegram took the opportunity to graze her neck with kisses, following down her neck to her collarbone. Gently he took her skin in his teeth, not wanting to hurt her, testing her, just a small taste. Y/N gave a small muffled cry in response, her nose crinkling slightly at the discomfort. He released her skin, giving it a small kiss, trailing back to her lips. Y/N made some small noises, not yet moans, but pleased. He needed more. Leaving her lips as he kissed her neck again, behind her ear, the base of her neck, occasionally giving a small bite, drawing a surprised muffled noise from Y/N, biting her lip. She couldn’t give in, what if someone came around the corner? Caught them entangled in each other? More small muffled moans as Zegram skillfully traced the contours of her body, that wouldn’t do it, he needed more, leaning back, he peeked around the corner, the hall was still empty. In the distance, barely audible over his drumming heartbeat, he could hear the party still growing upstairs, they had time. They had privacy, but not if she wasn’t comfortable here.
He left the wall, one of his hands softly holding hers, loose enough for her to pull away, and slowly shambled towards his room. He glanced back, inviting her to follow as he let go to opened his door. Y/N bit her lip, glanced around, and quickly darted in, Zegram close behind, locking his door. The moment the door was closed, she was pushed up against the door, Zegram’s kisses even deeper now, one of his hands behind her head, protecting her from the hard metal. She opened her mouth more, allowing his tongue to find hers as he gave a guttural moan. She tasted so sweet, why hadn’t he done this before? He knew deep down that he wanted to, why hadn’t he allowed himself to experience her before? She was so warm, so sweet, so soft. He needed more, his mind screamed for more, but slowly. His free hand fell to her hip, slowly inching under her shirt, his bare palm against her soft skin. He could feel her warmth radiate to his palm, her heartbeat drumming underneath. Her hands wrapped back around him, pulling her closer to him, one snaking down the back of his neck under the collar of his coat, the other pulling slightly at the base of his neck, bringing him down to her, asking for more. She moaned into him as his hand finally reached her breast, his fingers tracking the edge of her bra, teasing her skin, still not there yet. He broke the kiss as he slowly peeled her top off, stepping back to take her in. His eye followed the curves of her hips, her chest, her breasts, noting the hint of muscles under her skin, the flush under his gaze, finally meeting her eyes. She blushed further, shyly reaching back out to him. He let her small hands pull him back in, sneaking a hand behind her, unlatching her bra and slipping it off as he resumed kissing her. His rough palm and fingers teasing her nipple, grabbing her soft breast, enjoying the feeling of it filling his hand. He released it, focusing on the sensitive mound of pink flesh, drawing another soft moan from her. One of his hands cradled the back of her head, drawing it back, letting him in further. He pinched a nipple, giving it a small flick with the edge of his nail, causing her to break away and give a sharp cry. She’s getting there, could feel her begin to wiggle and squirm, but it’s not enough. His lips left her face, kissing her breast, then biting the sensitive skin, she cried again, trying to muffle it with a hand.
“I want to hear you, he growled, softly pulling her hand away, the heat in his eye warming her further. He went back to her breasts, kissing and grazing with the edge of his teeth, making her squirm, softly moaning and mumbling. One of his hands began traveling down, pushing down her stockings, exposing the soft skin to him. He bit again just under her breast, a bit harder, wanting to leave a mark that only he would see. She gave a small shiver and a soft moan as that sweet smell grew more intense. He could feel her heartbeat harder, faster, felt her breathing grow faster, shorter, holding, releasing. His hand traced her, tickling her skin, his mouth focused on one breast, then the other, the hand at the back of her head fell down, following her spine, resting at the small of her back.
Ah! Zeg-mm.” Y/N mumbled, beginning to pant harder, another shiver, she hoped her gaze showed she needed more. With a chuckle, he lifted her from the ground, her legs wrapped around him, and he started to walk towards the bed. He felt her squirm, heard her boots fall off behind him, then he stumbled, feeling her core press against him, against his still growing heat. He gave a guttural moan as she pressed against him, he knew she purposefully squirmed, trying to stir him up more than he was, impatient little thing. Reaching the bed, he dropped her down, climbing over her, eye taking in her arched back, her full breasts, the thick curves of her thighs, inviting him in.
“Not yet darling, you need to be patient.” He growled into her neck, lips ticking the skin where he’d bit, hand trailing down her chest, fingers barely reaching the edge of her skirt, never going under, just the edge. She was so hot, she could feel herself growing more needy, she wanted more of him. Her hands came up to his chest, spreading under his shirt and coat, rejoicing in the tense muscles underneath. She felt a chuckle rumble in his chest, felt his hand go over her skirt, reaching her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg, but pulling away again. To get back at him, she found his nipple, dragging her nail over it, she felt him react, but it wasn’t enough. She twisted it in her fingers, another hand wrapping down his side, shifting his clothes, opening his clothes further. It wasn’t fair he was still clothed, she wanted him too. Her stockings were being pushed down, off her legs, all she had was her skirt and her underwear. She wanted him, all of him. Zegram pulled back a bit with a grunt, back giving a small twitch at her teasing. His eye caught hers again as he leaned back, shifting himself as he unlatched his coat, letting it fall to the ground. Still making eye contact, he made sure she could see as much as she wanted, pulling his shirt over his head, letting her watch his muscles these and relax. She gave him a smile pulling him back. She moaned longingly into his mouth as he resumed his deep, intoxicating kisses, his rough hands teasing her soft sensitive skin. Her hands ran up and down his back, rejoicing in the muscles she could feel working under them, rejoicing in his warmth, the vibrations of his small moans. She wanted more still.
His hands finally undid her skirt, sliding it down her legs, leaving a small, thin piece of material between them. He pulled back again, wanting to watch her face as his fingers drew closer, tracing the seams of her underwear, his pinkie softly grazing her right where it needed to go. She shivered again, another moan, no one ever had touched her there, she barely investigated there, was it that or the fact it was Zegram that made her so sensitive? He traced around her, feeling her warmth, feeling her need, but never giving her what she wanted, instead heading up to her face. He enjoyed the disappointment on her face, the need evident in her eyes.
“Zegram.” She whispered, “please? I need you. Please?” She hoped she could get him to go further, her hands following the counter of his chest, following the muscles down. He smirked, going back to kissing her breast, her neck, her chest, her mouth. He loved the way she tasted, the soft moans she gave him. He loved feeling her squirm, to try and get more attention where she needed it, her growing frustration and need. He was distracted, he didn’t notice her hands trailing down, sneaking in.
“Ah!” Zegram tensed, giving a powerful moan from his core as her hands wrapped around him, his seed that had already been leaking lubricating her small hands as they stroked, up, down, tightening, up, down. He shivered and tensed, wanting to give in and let her to take over, but not yet. He needed more. He needed to taste her, to hear her cry out, to bring her up to that peak, not yet. His large hand trapped hers, shivering as he pulled her tightened hands off his slippery heat, a string of his seed connecting them before dripping off. He trapped her mischievous hungry hands as his other hand followed her body back down, back to her inner thigh, back up near her, and back away. She squirmed under him, arching her back, trying to get her closer to his hand.
“Zegram, ah, I, ah-“ Y/N moaned and wriggled. She could feel herself grow wetter and wetter, her body growing more sensitive to everything, his gaze, her underwear starting to cling to her, the mattress under them shifting with their weight.
“You need to be patient, ya naughty little minx.” Zegram whispered in her ear, drawing another shiver from her. The heat in his mind, the echo of their heartbeats, the searing heat between them, it was growing close, but not yet. She gave a sharp cry as he traced up her heat, over her underwear, giving a small flick at the edge, right at the crest. She arched her back up, closer, trying to get him nearer, but he stayed just out of reach. Y/N looked down to see his exposed member, pulsing, twitching, dripping, she didn’t know if it would fit, but she needed to try. She made sure her eyes slowly traced up his body, making sure he knew, hoping she could capture that same dripping lust he effortlessly managed. He watched her, giving another chuckle, she was trying, she was desperate, she was building, but not yet.
Finally he snuck his free hand into her waistband, pulling her underwear down her legs, finally exposing her wet heat to him. She wanted to be self conscious, but she didn’t care anymore, she wanted him, she needed him.
“Zegram, please.” Y/N practically moaned, her voice begging him to go further. His body naturally responding to her, shivering with need, with heat, but not yet.
“Make sure your little hands stay where they’re supposed to, otherwise, I might have to restrain them darling.” Zegram kissed her deeply, releasing her hands, kissing down her chest, down, down. Y/N cried out, her moan echoing off the walls when he finally reached her. Kissing at the crest before darting his tongue into her. Her muscles twitching and tensing as he finally gave her stimulation. A rough finger tracing around her crest, occasionally a flick, a twist, a stoke, a pinch, all while he ravenously tasted her. Stars, she tasted so sweet, she was so warm, he could feel her legs, her core tense, twitch, relax, twitch, tense, over and over.
“Zegram! Gods! I- ah! Ah!” Her moans and cries becoming more incomprehensible as she kept building, growing closer. Zegram was drowning in her, he didn’t care anymore, he needed more and more, he didn’t care if people heard them, didn’t care if they never left this room. All he could think, all he could taste, could smell, everything was her. His whole world was her. And he wanted more. His lips went back to her crest, teasing with his teeth, his tongue, his lips drawing louder and more potent cries, moans, spasms. Y/N, didn’t know where she was anymore, all she could feel was him, tasting her, teasing her, craving more and more of her. She felt his fingers slowly enter her, teasing, testing, stretching, exploring. Her hands grasped and pulled at the sheets, still above her, not wanting to move more than she needed. She felt so close, she felt it building and building, all she wanted was him, was release. Building and building, more and more. His mouth worked away, his fingers inside her, stroking, teasing, closer and closer. She felt her muscles tighten, more and more, closer, closer.
“Zegram!” Finally she felt him leave, finally she felt him push and slide effortlessly into her, reaching and stretching right where he needed to. Finally, they were one, everything fit right where it needed to, as if their bodies were made for each other. She felt him shift, moans coming from deep within him as he began thrusting, trying to get closer and closer to her, as if their skin was still too much. His lips found hers, both their moans intertwining, her rhythm matching his, until neither could tell where one stopped and other began, They were one, one being made of heat and need, bodies intertwined, tensing and building.
Finally she reached that peak, her body tight and spasming, her crying his name echoing, reaching his core. He felt her tense and spasm around him, her legs wrapped around him pulling him closer. With a shiver and a powerful animalistic moan, finally he came. His seed flooding her, filling her, he was hers and she was his, nothing else mattered. Neither knew how long they remained together, basking in the most perfect release, until finally he slowly pulled out, collapsing next to her. She shifted closer to him, nuzzling into his broad chest as his arms wrapped around her. Y/N wrapped her arm up his back, listening to his heartbeat thundering and slowing in his chest. Zegram kissed her head, breathing her in, breathing in her sweet intoxicating aroma, before they finally fell asleep.
Zegram groaned as the light pierced through a slit in the curtains, shivering with the cold morning air. He shifted to grab the blanket that had been pushed to the edge of the bed, suddenly aware of a weight on him. He cracked his lid open to peek down at his chest, seeing a mess of familiar curls resting on him. The night came flooding back to him, realizing the sting of scratches on his back, the lingering soreness in his muscles, that primal scent lingering in the air, that was real. He ran his free hand through his hair, surprised, sure he’s thought about it, even dreamed about it, but to have her here, to have given her that. He glanced back down at her, softly pushing aside some curls to see her sleeping face. A small smile at the edge of her lips, her cheeks rosy, her lips slightly open, inviting him in. Zegram felt himself smile. Damn it, when did this little thing become so precious to him? He didn’t feel the heat from the wine anymore, he knew deep down he loved her in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. She had him wrapped around her small fingers, and he was perfectly content with it. Careful not to disturb her, he grabbed the thick blanket, pulling it over them. He felt her shift, nuzzling into him, giving a small sleepy moan, then relaxing back into slumber. He rested his hand on her head, absentmindedly playing with stray curl as he began to doze back off. This was all he needed. This was all he ever wanted ever again.