tags: vanilla, Ifrit (female), Paladin (male), Paladin breaking vows, 

Basira sat thinking on the back of their horse, a look of displeasure and confusion wrinkled her youthful face. Nothing seemed to faze the paladin sitting in front of her, handling their horse. They have been traveling for months together and her stunts were getting more extravagant every time. She had tried getting tattoos, multiple ear piercings, dancing in the streets, everything and yet all he did was try to support her “learning” though most of it seemed to be demanding what she learned at the end of the day and most days it was “Don’t trust people.” She sighed and adjusted herself on the back of the horse squeezing him a little around the chest. She felt him shift a little and he gave a short grunt of disapproval. She got an idea.  

As they approached the town he had her put back on the Hood and mask of her order. While her order is not always popular, seeing the white birdlike mask stick out from under a black hood was less arousing than an orange woman with fire for hair.  They stopped in front of an inn and dismounted. She knew the rules, don’t insert yourself into other people’s lives, let Averroes do the talking for the room, and no prestidigitation.  She walked quietly into the inn behind the Paladin.  It was sparsely populated with a few of what looked like the local population sitting and enjoying a quiet evening. She looked though the tiny glass lenses that glowed a little from her hair. Ifrit were not popular in this part of the world and hiding was her best option.  She started to become lost in thought when Averroes nudged her and showed her to their room. It was a small space with two beds crowded into it. Having to pay for separate rooms was starting to wear on their gold, but they had their system. Averroes would make Basira go to bed first and then he would take off as little of his clothing as he could and go to bed himself after he believed that she was well asleep. Most nights she wasn’t.  He wore these big billowy robes that hung loosely from his tempered form. She would have never admitted it to him, but she loved the way that he carefully took off each piece of armor and stow it safely within reach.  
Tonight proceeded like most other nights in civilization, She hid in the room and Averroes got what was needed. She had taken off her hood and mask and taken off her traveling cloak when he brought in two plates of food, tonight happened to be roasted goat with a little wild rice.  They sat quietly for a little and Averroes asked his normal question: “what did you learn today?”  

“I learned that I find you attractive.” She said boldly, almost as though she was issuing a challenge.  He looked at her for a moment and stopped chewing on his goat. He swallowed hard, took a breath and continued.  

“Try again,” he said dryly “What did you learn today?” His dark eyes shined betrayed the nervousness that he was feeling.
She had found it the chink in his armor, the weak point. This was the most she had gotten from that stone cold face in a good month, but she had to push harder.  “I learned that you find me attractive.” She smirked again, this time she had gotten him for sure.

His dark cheeks darkened a little more and he dropped his gaze for a moment. Basira counted this as a victory and continued eating with zealousness. 

Averroes cleared his throat and asked again “What did you learn today?”

It wasn’t good enough. Panic spread through her thoughts, she couldn’t let him get the best of her, now that all of this was out in the open.  “I… uh, learned how to do this.” And in one swift movement stood up and kissed him on the cheek. She sat back down and looked at her meal like it was the most interesting thing in the universe and it was revealing its secrets to her.  

She started mixing around the rice and didn’t look up as Averroes stood up stiffly and said “It’s time for bed, we have an early start tomorrow.” He left the room without making another sound.  She knew she had done it this time. Averroes never got actually mad at her before; she didn’t know if this was him being mad. She waited for a while. She started pacing the floor nervously. What if he is really mad? What if he leaves me here? What if he tells them what I am? Terror started to flood her system. She had to apologize. She had to find him.  She put her mask and hood on and crept down to the first floor.  She didn’t see him. She asked the bar keeper if he has seen the paladin. He said that he had gotten a couple drinks and left.  Basira thanked him and nodded and rushed to the door. She looked around and didn’t see him. Oh, Gods what if he did leave? She turned to the stable, but he wasn’t there.  Behind her a loud crash made her jump, seeing it was Averroes she rushed over to him.  He had stumbled into a bush and was rolling on the ground trying to get up.  As she was helping him to his feet she kept apologizing and trying to beg for forgiveness. Averroes pushed one finger up her mask and placed it on her lips silencing her. 

“Don’t be sorry.” He said, words slurring.  She supported his stumbling form back into the building and into their room. She could feel their stares as she helped the paladin up the stairs.  As soon as they entered she sat Averroes down on his bed and ripped off her mask. It was pitch black except the glow her hair gave off. In the faint light she could see that he was quite a mess, covered in dirt and swaying slightly. She helped him get out of his armor and lying down.  In the next moment, he had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on the bed with him, and that is when she felt it. A pressure against her hip coming from his groin, she knew what it was and should have expected it, but she froze not knowing what to do. He continued to hold her close and would occasionally plant sloppy kisses on her neck. She shuttered a little with each one and felt a tingling sensation roll down her spine and rest in her loins. She still wasn’t sure what she should be doing and started to try to wiggle out of his grasp, each time gently rubbing against his erection.  She soon realized that, paired with that strange tingling, it felt rather nice, and she began to rub against it, moaning a little with each pass.  He adjusted his grasp on her and started gently squeezing her breast, the room brightening a little with her pleasure as the fire of her hair grew and she moaned a little louder.  He pulled her under him and kissed her on the mouth.  She never had realized how big of a human he was until he was right on top of her.  They continued to grind their hips against each other and kiss with growing passion. His hands had found their way and snaked around her, one supporting her head and feeding his fingers into her hair, the other wrapped around her waist and resting on her hip. They kept at it for a few minutes, then in a sudden break, they stopped and started clawing at each others clothes attempting to take them off as quickly as possible.  As he pulled at her breeches she felt them almost peel off of her and the cold air startled her as she discovered how wet she was down there.  In the same instant that their clothes had fallen to the floor, forgotten, they were wrapped around each other.  She had freed her arms enough to hold his torso close to hers, feeling the bristles of his chest hair rub against her erect red nipples.  He had positioned himself between her legs and with each thrust she could feel his cock parting her lower lips more and more. She gave a moan and a shudder each time.  He gently pushed inside of her, and then slowly withdrew, just to enter again, giving her time to feel every ridge of his penis against her tight pussy. He continued to kiss her neck and occasionally suck on her nipple, giving it a gentle tug with his lips. She was in complete ecstasy.  Nothing had ever felt this good before, it was clouding her mind in an envelope of pleasure; all she could get out of her mouth was moans, gasps of pleasure and sighs. His slow thrusts felt amazing, but she needed more, she began to thrust her hips with him, slowly increasing in speed. With each quick thrust she felt all the muscles in her body tense up and it kept building and building until she felt like she couldn’t hold on any longer and in a great white wave a pleasure she felt them all contract at once and release.  She let out a small yelp of pleasure and continued to grid against him, trying to keep the smaller waves going for as long as she could. He continued to thrust into her and began to moan as well and with one final push she could feel his cock spasm inside of her and release his cum which felt warm inside of her, despite her own heightened temperature.  He spasmed a few more times, then withdrew, his cock still hard but softening. They held each other close, breathing heavily. 

“I love you.” She said breathily. 

“I love you too” responded and punctuated the statement with a kiss to the forehead.  Sighing she fell deep into sleep in his arms.