Story Synopsis: Nora welcomes the return of her powerful Roegadyn lover, Mountain. Their passionate reunion, filled with dominance and desire, leaves them hopeful that their shared purpose will soon be fulfilled.

Setting: Final Fantasy 14 character fiction – Requested

Tags: Player Characters, BDSM, Breed Kink

When Charging Mountain sat on the leather sofa, the wooden frame creaked under his weight. The rich brown upholstery complemented the warm ash of his skin and the dark cascade of his hair. Nora’s tanned hands remained around Mountain’s thick neck as he settled in, her body pressed against his front. Her feet tapped lightly against the wooden floor as she stood before the hulking male. His large hands rested on her hips, their warmth like a soothing bath, sending a flood of heat through her, leaving her wet and aching between her thighs.

And he hadn’t even touched her skin.

Glacier-blue eyes scanned her face, then openly roamed her body. “You’re far too overdressed,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

A smile tugged at her lips, allowing a flicker of mischief to escape her usually stoic demeanor. “Sir,” she teased with a tilt of her head, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you came here with indecent intentions.”

His gaze snapped to hers, and the intensity of his look sent a rush of heat from her chest to her cheeks. “I came to see you,” he said, his voice deep and unyielding, “and to fuck you.” One of his hands slid to her waist, his palm resting possessively over her stomach. “I haven’t forgotten your request. The last few months have been filled with me imagining bedding you until something takes root and you swell up with my child in your belly.” He leaned in, their breaths mingling. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

Nora schooled her expression, though she knew he had likely caught the dilation of her pupils and the rosy flush blooming across her cheeks. What he couldn’t see was the way her body clenched at his words, her core throbbing in eager anticipation.

Releasing a soft breath, she slid her hands from his neck to his broad chest, her fingers deftly undoing the first button of his shirt. “You know it’s harder with cross-species. It may take a while.”

He let out a low, rumbling “Mmm,” somewhere between a purr and a growl. “I know. My plan is to keep you so full of me that there won’t be a moment when you aren’t. As a doctor, I think you can figure out how that helps.”

She sputtered at his audacity. “I have my work,” she countered.

“Not when you wake up. And I’m sure you have a lunch break. I’ll be there.”

Her fingers undid another button. “And if it takes months?”

“It can take years and I’ll still be here, stretching you around me while you scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.” His eyes gleamed with a ghost of a smirk. “Will that be a problem?”

Nora’s fingers spread the open fabric of his shirt, her eyes greedily drinking in the hard planes of his chest. “I’ll let you know if it is.”

“Good girl.” His finger hooked into the collar–one he’d given her before he left–about her neck and tugged. “Get up here.”

She lifted a leg and mounted his lap in one fluid motion. Settling on his hips, she felt his arousal straining against the fabric between them. The memory of his size made her dizzy, recalling vividly how he had filled her before.She was hardy as a Highlander, but even they had their limits. Images flashed in her mind: being bent over a hard surface, the view of a beach stretching before her as he claimed her over and over until he was fully seated inside her.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. “You’ll need to break me in again.”

His answering grunt sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her close, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was all heat and possession. His tongue claimed hers, demanding and consuming, a stark contrast to the teasing pecks they’d shared earlier. This was his kiss—a claim, a reminder of who she belonged to.

As her shirt fell to the floor, he held her up effortlessly while she shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in nothing but lingerie. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her garter belt and stockings.

“You always wear this?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Hate it?” she teased.

His finger snapped one of the garters against her thigh. “I want you to wear this every day. No matter what. Even under proper clothes, I want this,” he emphasized with another snap.

“Ask nicely.”

The slap on her ass was more sound than force, leaving her skin tingling. He leaned in, his bare chest brushing against her lace-covered breasts. “What was that?”

She bit back the urge to repeat herself, knowing it would earn her another spank. Instead, she smoothed her hands over his chest. “I’ll wear it every day, sir.”

His stern gaze softened and he nuzzled her cheek. “Good girl.”

One hand slid between her legs, brushing over the damp cloth covering her sex. She gasped at the sensation, her hips shifting involuntarily. “Do you like to cum?” he asked, his tone teasing.

She scoffed, leaning in to nip at his chin. “Depends.”

He raised a thick brow. “On?”

“Who it’s with. How.”

“With me. Now. Do you like to cum?”

Her mind flashed to the last time he’d made her climax, her body spasming around him, and she nodded. “I do.”

His large hand cupped her neck, his thumb tilting her chin upward as he slid a finger beneath her soaked underwear. The pad of his finger teased her entrance, gathering her slickness before thrusting inside. She gasped, her body instinctively tightening around the intrusion. His finger worked her expertly, curling to find the spot that made her cry out.

“Prove it,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers.

His finger surged against her, filling her completely. He pulled her closer with a firm grip, then thrust with merciless precision until she was gasping for breath. With hands as large and powerful as his, no one else could evoke the same overwhelming response. Mountain was a force of nature, even among the formidable Roegadyn. His touch surpassed anything her past lovers had ever managed, and he wielded his expertise with unrelenting intent, pressing against the soft, sensitive spot inside her. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap, until her legs began to tremble under the intensity of his pace.He eyes never left her face, watching all the ways her expression changes as he teased and pleasured her. When her eyes closed once he grunted a common to open them and found herself staring in those bright blue eyes.

She clung to his forearm for support, her fingers brushing against the taut, shifting muscles beneath his skin. The connection grounded her even as pleasure surged through her in wave after wave, culminating in an explosive release that left her completely undone. She relaxed into his care, secure in the knowledge that he would hold her steady as she surrendered. His touch softened, his fingers lazily stroking her as her body continued to shudder with aftershocks. But just as she began to catch her breath, his pace quickened again, sparking a renewed burst of sensation that made her squirm against the arm braced behind her.

“Mountain…” she gasped.

“Shhh,” he soothed, his voice a low rumble. A second finger joined the first, the two working together to stretch her. “I’m breaking you in.”

She whimpered at his words, her head falling back against his arm. Her legs jerked involuntarily as her body struggled to keep pace with the overwhelming stimulation. She bucked against his hand, her cries echoing off the walls of her apartment.

“I don’t remember you being this sensitive,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. She opened her eyes to find a smug expression on his face, even as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm. “Something changed?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you left,” she admitted, her voice halting between gasps. “I’ve been waiting…” She trailed off, her thoughts turning to the promise of their shared purpose. She didn’t voice it aloud, but the idea alone sent her heart fluttering. This wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about creating something meaningful.

Mountain withdrew his fingers, leaving her trembling as he brought them to his lips. His gaze never left hers as he sucked them clean, the intimate gesture sending another wave of heat through her.

She let out a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure. Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with deliberate precision before tackling his belt. He leaned back, allowing her easier access as she worked to free him. When his cock sprang free, hard and straining, she wrapped both hands around him, marveling at his size and heat. She pressed her lips to one of the prominent veins, a soft sigh escaping her as she nuzzled against him. But before she could continue, his hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her upright.

“Another time,” he said firmly. “I need you.”

She nodded, lifting herself and positioning him at her entrance. Slowly, she began to lower herself, feeling the thick head of his cock stretch and fill her. His hand tightened on her hip, holding her steady as he pressed his forehead to hers. She pulled back slightly, studying the tension in his clenched jaw and the veins standing out along his temples.

Her hands cupped his face. “Are you holding back?”

He nodded, his eyes still shut tight.

Her heart softened, even as her body burned with need. Leaning in, she whispered against his ear, “Don’t. Use me.”

The grip on her hip tightened further. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She traced the curve of his ear with her tongue. “I like it when you hurt—”

Before she could finish, his hand gripped her hips and brought her down on his cock, pushing halfway inside her. The sudden, powerful thrust took her breath away. She scrambled to hold onto him as he adjusted, then stood, easily lifting her with his hands cupping her ass. She looked up at him, noting the unapologetic expression on his face as he regarded her with intense focus. He lifted her again, then brought her down, this time taking more of himself into her smaller body. She gasped, clawing at his chest, her body straining to accommodate his size. But Nora didn’t protest; she welcomed every inch of him.

He held her in place, rocking his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room, mingling with her soft moans as he claimed her. Each withdrawal revealed his cock glistening with her arousal, shining in the dim light of the room. The sensation blurred her sense of time, her world narrowing to the exquisite ways he made her feel, the pressure inside her building steadily.

Suddenly, something firm pressed against her back, and she realized he had maneuvered her onto the desk, pinning her there. He thrust again, pushing his entire length into her, stretching her completely until she felt his balls press firmly against her backside.

With one forearm braced on the desk beside her head, he stared down at her. “Now.”

She didn’t need clarification; her body obeyed instinctively, convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. Her cries filled the room, the force of her climax leaving her trembling against him. Distantly, she was aware of his grunts as he tensed, his cock hardening further before his hips bucked against hers. She shuddered as he emptied himself into her, her body working to coax every drop of his seed.

Mountain pulled away, his still-hard cock gleaming from their combined releases. He flipped her onto her stomach with practiced ease, positioning her on the desk again. She felt him press up against her, then slip inside once more. His hands braced the desk on either side of her head as he began to rut her with unrelenting force. The sharp slap of his hips meeting hers echoed through the room, accompanied by her cries and the rhythmic thudding of the desk against the wall. He growled curses under his breath, his thrusts growing harder and faster until he let out a roar, burying himself deep inside her as he released another load.

Nora’s legs trembled, her body weak and lightheaded. She took the moment to catch her breath, her muscles quivering with exhaustion and pleasure.

Mountain’s hand left the desk, reaching for her hair. He grasped it gently but firmly, lifting her head from the polished surface. It took her a moment to focus, her gaze locking onto his molten eyes in the mirror in front of them.

“What do you think, doctor?” he asked, his voice gravelly. He rolled his hips, still fully seated inside her. “Want to go again?”

Again? A third time? Her body had its own protests, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his relentless pace. How long had it been since she’d returned home to find him waiting in her apartment?

Her eyes stayed on his as she pressed back against him, impaling herself further onto his hardening cock. “Use me.”

The way his eyes closed made her think he was holding back, as if her words caused him physical pain. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her shoulder and neck, leaving a trail of kisses across her heated skin.

“Change your mind,” he murmured. “Say something else.”

She turned her head to brush a kiss against his temple. “Use me.”

“And if I hurt you?”

“You take care of me,” she replied, her voice soft but unwavering. “I don’t mind a little pain in play.” She rotated her hips in a slow circle, stirring her insides against his nearly rock-hard cock.

His head lifted, and he pressed a kiss to her lips, the gesture tender despite the hunger behind it. Their tongues clashed, the kiss dragging on, consuming them both. When he pulled back, he stared at her with awe. Before he could speak, she nuzzled his head, whispering, “Welcome home.”

“Mmm. It’s good to be home. Grab the desk and hold on.”

She obeyed, bracing herself as he pulled back and slammed into her once more.

Hours later, they lay tangled together in bed, her body aching but sated. The bed, too small for them both, forced her to rest against his chest, his cock still buried inside her. Her body protested every movement, bruises marking her skin where his hands had gripped her. Mountain’s massive chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed in the peace of post-sex slumber.

Nora kept her head against him, savoring the lingering ache he had left her with. A thought flitted through her mind: Would the gods allow his seed to take root on the first day? She doubted it, knowing it would likely take weeks. Weeks of this—of him lavishing her with his lustful attention and knowing hands. Her fingers trailed to her flat belly, imagining it swelling with his child. The image warmed her heart as she drifted into sleep, comforted by the promise of better days ahead.