Kinktober 2021

The ride from the camp to the Little Palace is silent, Aleksander made it clear he will only continue the discussion you left off at his tent when you are safe and away from everyone. You are not sure why he insisted on making you go with him alone on the same horse in a saddle that was obviously not made for two people if he planned to ignore you all the way there but it’s actually not that bad if you are used to horse riding. 

You lean back against him and enjoy his warmth in the chilly weather as he envelops your smaller frame completely. One of his gloved hands holds you to him by your middle while you intertwine your fingers with one hand and lay over the other of both of your arms to hold him closer to you, giving him occasional brushes with your thumb to sooth him.

He keeps getting anxious, holding you to him tighter or squeezing your side a bit more harshly for a second that has nothing to do with balancing along the ride. You think it could be the result of him revealing his secret to you while he did not get to know yours. Or maybe he’s still afraid that you’ll run and now you can tell anyone and everyone that the Darkling is the Black Heretic. You understand the power he has given to you with this and you can’t imagine how difficult it had to be with his personality and past, so he may not trust you yet but he has given you a reason to trust him. 

It’s night when you get there, but before you reach the gates he stops and gets down with a way too agile movement after which picks you off of the horse like it’s the most natural thing to do . He pulls you flush to his body as he lets you slide to the ground, never letting go of your waist. 

“You can’t tell anyone in there…” He starts as you crane your head to look up at him, but you interrupt him with an eyeroll and an ‘I know’.

“And you can’t call me…” He tries again to lecture you but you just say add an other ‘I know’ in the middle of his sentence, this time with a little bit more jesting, which makes his lips twitch into an almost smile.

“You can’t do that either.” Aleksander says, referring to your constant teasing.

“Really? That might be suspicious… you know… because I do it all the time.”

He looks at you with an arching brow and slightly tilted head and waits for your surrender. You give in with a ‘fine’ at which he nods before he lets out a groan when hears you add ‘I will keep it to the minimum’.

“Are we done?” you ask impatiently.

“Yes.” He huff out a laugh and turns to walk to the gates but you stop him by pulling on his kefta sleeve. He turns back to you with a tilted head again to ask what’s wrong when you get closer to him until there’s just a few inches left between you and you look up at him as you get on your tiptoes and move your gaze down to his lips in a quick look before you return to his eyes with a question.

He leans down with a smile so you can reach his lips and you don’t hesitate to press a quick peck to them.

“How can so much power and mockery fit into such a tiny little thing like you?” Before you can answer, he presses a bruising kiss to your lips again before parting and leading the horse to the gate, not even looking back if you follow or not. You just hope nobody saw the little glow that spread over you at his prolonged touch.

He is more relaxed now, you are within his safe place and not many people are awake at this hour. Once you reach the palace, Aleksander ordered a hot bath for ‘his sun summoner’ at which he received a weird look from you. When you were left alone in his study/war room he asked what bothered you about his order that he assumed you’d stay with him or the name he’d addressed you?

“Maybe both?” you start teasing for which you receive a look that says ‘you promised’.

“It’s entirely your fault, without your presence I’m much more of a grumpy old soul… like you… See? I can’t stop, especially when it makes you smile like that.”

“Go take your bath, I’ll get someone to bring you clothes and when we are both cleaned up and calmed down a little, we’ll talk.”

For once, you do as he says.

You are leaning by his table in nothing but a robe when he walks in with only having silk pants on. You ask him if he seriously thought that you could concentrate on the conversation while he’s dressed like that, to which his only retort is to ask you if you were serious about only wearing that.

After that comment you are both quiet for a while, until you find courage to start talking.

“You asked me what I am. You can call me a sun summoner and you’d be right, technically, but that’s just not me.”

“What are you, then?” He repeats the question when you trail off and don’t go on for a second too long .

“If you want to stick to your Grisha terms, then I guess, I’m a star summoner.”

“There’s no such thing” His answer is quick, comes almost without thinking.

“Like there is no such thing as a sun summoner or a shadow summoner besides you and your mother?” You let something else slip, other than the answers he was looking for.

“You knew about her…” It’s not a question so you don’t answer, but your expression is telling him everything. “You knew about me too.”

“I told you, I see more than you think. Seeing and understanding what others can’t, it is part of what I am.”

“A star summoner.” Again, not really a question.

“Well, would you be a shadow summoner if you couldn’t actually summon them? What I am, in this form, is fire. That comes from my grandmother, as I got the stars from my grandfather.” 

“Who were they? I’ve never heard…” He asks with a disbelieving voice but you answer his question before he can finish it.

“They are terrible… people, corrupted by power and the weight of eternity. I can see through you because you are becoming just like them, it’s freighting to witness what’ll probably be my fate too. Tangled up in your own little world while you bend the truth to your needs, you are on the same path and if you do whatever you planned with the Fold, I’m afraid there is no turning back.”

“Why should I believe this, what you’re saying is impossible.”

“Is it possible for an Inferni to make fire?” you ask, demonstrating again that you can create flames from nothing, but you don’t stop there this time. You let the blue flames drop from your hand and spread on the table before snuffing it out with a flick of your wrist, leaving everything as it was. “Is it possible for them  to control fire to an extent where it doesn’t burn?”

Aleksander still can’t believe his eyes, but he decides it doesn’t matter, he can feel that you are his other half, the one he was waiting for and he doesn’t want to be lonely ever again.

“I was looking for my equal my whole life, my sun summoner, but it turns out they were not wrong calling me a Starless Saint after all, for I only needed my little Star.” He kisses you like his drowning and you are the only lifeline he can hold onto.

You break away to assure him, to admit he was right in calling you out when he said you can feel that you belong with him. 

“My darling Darkling, but what is the Sun, really?” you ask with a soft smile.

He chuckles when he gets what you mean. “A star, a burning star”

You pull him back to meet your lips and he returns your affection with the same burning passion. The room is getting darker with shadows that your light shines through in places. He grabs you and places you on the desk with a hiss when in your surprise you pull on his hair as he lifts you up, again, like you weight nothing. The position puts you in the same height level as him so he can easily go back to his task of kissing you silly.

The Darkling playfully nibbles on your right nipple, making you jolt and arch up to him. He keeps you in that position as he lowers himself on his knee and reaches to push away the lower half of your robe, leaving it still tied around you middle.

He peppers light kisses from your left knee up to your thigh where he gives a playful bite and moves up, avoiding your glistening centre, placing a teasing kiss on your hip. You grab his hair and make him look up at you as you impatiently whine his name, which makes him freeze and look at you with frightening intensity.

“Say it again” comes the raspy order. And you realise you never said his name out loud before. The thought of the first time being at such a lewd situation makes you blush.

Aleksander moves your robe off your shoulders to continue to kiss you all over. He begins at your jaw, slowly moving to your neck and down to your collarbone to reach your breasts and starts focusing on them. One of his hands move to your back to secure you in place as he places his other hand on your middle, under your breast. He holds you captive like that and makes you feel small in his arms, but his tender care assures you that you are safe right there with him.

“Say my name again, my light.” He reaches up to brush his left hand along your cheek and leaves it there while the other remains on your left knee, keeping your legs apart for him. The Darkling seems vulnerable now, if anyone would have walked in in that moment you’re sure they wouldn’t even notice your naked form as the most power man in this land is practically begs you, kneeling at your feet, he begs with his eyes to give him back something he thought he lost a long time ago. It warms your heart that he would allow you to see him like this and your own vulnerable state doesn’t bother you anymore as you sit bare in front of the General.

“Aleksander.” It’s barely a whisper but he hears it, even stopped breathing for a second.

“Again.” He growls as he leans up and brings you down by his hold on you to smash one of his overwhelming kisses on your lips, instantly deepening it before pulling back, not even an inch but giving you enough space to speak.

“Aleksander.” You say and giggle into the next, long kiss he gives you.

“Keep going.” Aleksander orders you again, but this time you push back.

“Make me.” The challenge results a mischievous, quite evil-looking smirk before he moves back between you legs and without any hesitation dives into your wet folds. That makes you let our a surprised yelp and loose your balance a little. He moves your right leg over his shoulder and inches closer to you.

“Aleksander” It’s a whisper again, which he is not satisfied with anymore so he doubles his efforts to make you scream his name for him, then he adds his fingers into the play and drives two of them inside you to both pleasure you and prepare you for him.

The feelings his touch and your outbursts of power give you doesn’t hurt anymore, you feel nothing but blinding pleasure when he hits that spot inside you, you feel like lightning has struck you. Your body moves up in a painfully sharp arch and after a few seconds you loose all your strength and slump back on the table just to feel something dig into your back.

“Ouch” Aleksander stops at that to check what’s wrong only to start laughing when he sees you reach under your back and grab one of the figures from his map-table.

“Come on” he reaches for you again, to pull you up into a sitting position. “Let’s move to our bed.” He grabs you under your thighs and picks you up before you can question him. All you can do is link your hands behind his neck as he carries you effortlessly to the black, silk-covered bed.

“No more teasing, I want you.”

He bends over you and wants to continue where he left off at the table but you stop him with a whine.

“You are not ready.” He says as he gently brushes your side.

“No?” You challenge him with an arch of a brow which makes him laugh.

“You are impossible.” The Darkling stands to remove his pants and your breath hitches at the sight of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” He assures you, seeing your wide eyes.

As soon as he’s within your reach you pull him on you and he smiles into the kiss you demand, amused at your eagerness. He positions himself between your legs and takes hold of your hands, securing them above your head. Aleksander lowers himself even more until you are skin to skin and the weight of his body trapped yours. He moves his length between your still wet folds, up and down, gently at first then with more strength pushing into you.

“Aleksander!” you whine again, making him chuckle. He has half a mind to tease you more like this but he became impatient as well. So he obliges and positions his cock at your opening, slowly pushing in and watching your reaction. It hurts, the sting and the stretch takes your breath away, but you don’t tell him to stop so he keeps pushing in ever so slowly as you struggle to breathe. You whimper when you feel his hips meet yours. He stays unmoving for a minute, giving you time to get used to him, but unable to hold back, the little jerk of his hips when he looks down where you are connected and sees a prominent bulge in your lower stomach. He moves his hand there covering most of your lower half and brushes against the outline of his cock in awe. 

“Look at how well you take me, my little star.” You move to lean on your elbows to look up to see what he means and gasp at the sight of his hard length inside you. He puts pressure on it then and it makes you fall back on the bed as the pleasure-pain takes away all your strength.

Aleksander starts to slide out of you, one hand holding down yours, the other moved to steady your hips. He pulls out almost completely and slides back in just as slowly as he pulled out. He cages you in completely, bending down to give you deep kisses while he makes love to you.

When you try to pull him in faster with one of your legs around him, he breaks the kiss and with a wicked smirk slams into you as hard as he can, giving you slow, hard thrusts while he holds you in place.

He quickens his movements after a while, colliding into you with the same force, in fast snaps. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet noises of your joining and your heavy breathing are the only noises in the room, besides the occasional grunts from him and your whimpers. When you free your hand from his grasp and reach behind him to hold onto his back his thrusts move you upwards a little each time. In response to a particularly brutal thrust you rake your nails along his back in a long scratch, drawing blood.

Aleksander sits up, takes hold of your hips to elevate them and continues to thrust in and out of you in the same pace, adding a roll to his hips at each push. You grab the sheets above your head and helplessly take what he gives you as you taint the black fabric with his even darker blood. He is grunting above you, giving an extra force to each push now, reaching every time that spot in you that makes you want to scream his name in pleasure, you think you actually do because he encourages you to keep going.

“That’s it my little star, scream my name. Give me everything. Let go and shine for me.” He slowly pulls out as he speaks, until only the tip of his length remains in you and you feel some relief of the stretch, but then he slams back into you with a brutal thrust and it throws you off the edge as you come with your eyes rolling back, your back arching in an upward bow, light and blue fire bursting out from deep within you.

The Darkling doesn’t close his eyes at the brightness, doesn’t look or move away from the flames, he knows you will not hurt him, so he slows his rhythm to appreciate the view but he doesn’t stop moving, enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him.

When you calm down a little, you feel him keep moving as he leans down to kiss you deeply. Then Aleksander sits up again, this time dragging you with him, enveloping your upper back with one hand while the other guides your pace by your hips as he makes you grind against him while you sit in his lap.  

He keeps the same rhythm, stopping you when you try to move faster, instead he lowers his head and gives your nipple a teasing bite. You move his head away and pull him closer, hugging him to you as you follow his direction and roll your hips against him, pulling up a little at each circle to lower back again on him in a second. Aleksander nuzzles the side of your neck, almost bending his body in half to adjust to the height difference and start to snap his hips up into you, quickening the pace of your lovemaking with hard thrusts.

You tighten around him with your approaching orgasm and he can’t handle the pressure anymore. With a last, hard push he settles in you to the hilt and comes deep within as he bites on your shoulder and lets out a muffled groan. The feeling of his cum painting your sensitive walls triggers your own orgasm and the room becomes a combined mess of misty light and dark tendrils again. Light and dark merging around you until you can’t tell where one ends and the other starts.

After a few moments he lowers you to the bed and gets up to clean up and take care of you too. When he comes back to lie on the other side of the bed, you turn on your side to face him. He starts to brush along your body, exploring it again gently, mesmerised by the faint glow that colours your skin upon the path he’s touching you. You move a little closer and return his caresses, mesmerised by his beauty. You don’t stop as you feel his gaze searching yours, you just look up and wait for him to speak.

“Are you going to stay with me?” You know what he means when you answer, he wants to know if you still want your freedom, if you still want to run away and abandon him. But things have changed in this short time, so has your answer from yesterday’s.

“For as long as you want me.” you say simply, like stating the sky is blue.

“Forever, then.” He seals the deal and drags you closer, placing you almost completely on top of him and pulls the covers up on you both. You lie there, caressing him until you fall asleep in his arms.

The concept of forever scares you, but as long as he holds you in his arms, you know you are safe and together you could get through anything. Aleksander is no longer alone in the dark, as the Starless Saint finally found his Star. He doesn’t have to face eternity alone, he found some peace with you because he knows that together you will change the world.