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mistabullets · 2 years

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Eternal | Hubert x GN!Reader

A commissioned piece.

CW: 18+ Only. Tentacle bondage, sub/dom dynamics, overstimulation, mild dacryphilia, mild degradation & dirty talk, AFAB reader.

Word Count: 4.6k.

You have to sacrifice things during a war – everyone in the Black Eagle Strike Force was well aware of that fact. War didn’t discriminate between the ‘winning’ side and the ‘losing’ side, as if there ever really existed such a thing. It didn’t matter how strong Edelgard’s army was; there was always someone around the corner, always a plan that needed to be made and executed. You, of course, were well aware of this. It was hard not to be when your husband, Hubert, was Edelgard’s right-hand man.

Though you’d accepted long ago that your beau would always have the well-being of Lady Edelgard and the Adrestian Empire at the back of his mind, it still didn’t make it any easier when the ongoing war kept Hubert away from you. It wasn’t the two of them versus the world any longer – Edelgard had the support of her classmates. Gone were the days at the Monastery that forced Edelgard and Hubert to only rely on each other. Dorothea had practically taken Hubert’s place by Edelgard’s side, providing an intimate bond for Edelgard that Hubert hadn't. It was Dorothea’s connection with Edelgard that forced Hubert to expand his relationships. You were glad for it because it led him to you.

The war had come to a point where the Black Eagle Strike Force could return to the Adrestian Empire in preparation for the final push from whatever remained of the resistance. The stress was taking its toll on everyone in the army, but it was markedly present in Hubert. Even Caspar, ever optimistic, had become uncharacteristically serious as the hours ticked by. It was like pulling teeth to get anyone in the Strike Force to rest, let alone take a moment for themselves. Lady Edelgard herself had put her foot down, telling Hubert that he was to rest tonight instead of spending the night repeatedly going over strategy.

Hubert had been the lone occupant of the war room until Edelgard walked in, her expression set into something he recognized - determination. He could already tell that she was going to tell him to get some rest, so Hubert began to gather up the documents in front of him before she had even opened her mouth.

The moment the table was cleared, Edelgard had spoken, telling Hubert that he needed to rest - he couldn't argue with her, nor did he want to. He thinks of you and sighs, knowing that retiring to the room he shared with you was the best option. It's not that Hubert didn't want to spend time at night relaxing in his shared quarters - he fiercely missed you - but he wanted to ensure there would be a future to spend as much time with you as he could. Hubert bids Edelgard a good night, his appreciation for her intervention evident on his face, and exits the room to begin walking towards his shared quarters with you.

You can barely concentrate on the book in your hands, your eyes threatening to shut every few moments. Though you desperately wanted to wait up for Hubert, the desire for sleep was beginning to take over the forefront of your mind. You try to blink the bleariness away, looking back at the words on the page - it was a scandalous novel that Hubert had pilfered from the Adrestian library, featuring some interesting uses of magic. The book had been read many times by both of you, your favorite passages dog-eared. Your thought process had been that the contents of the novel could fight off your urge to sleep. It had worked, for a time. It was easy to imagine Hubert taking the place of the broody yet talented sorcerer and yourself as the sorcerer's beloved spouse. You're about to place the book to the side and turn in for the night when you hear the turn of the lock and see the ward from the doorway glow faintly before it disperses. The tiredness that had nearly overcome you is wiped away at the thought of Hubert coming back earlier than usual. It was a rare treat to see him before you fell asleep, and you can't stop the giddy feeling that rises in your chest.

Hubert walks through the threshold a moment after the ward disperses, his exhaustion clear on his face. A deep sigh leaves his chest as he redoes the ward before he turns around and looks to the bed.

Hubert smiles when he sees you laid upon the bed, still awake, with a familiar book in hand. One of his eyebrows quirks up, and you can already feel warmth blooming on your face. Hubert gives you an appreciative look before he speaks, his eyes roaming over the exposed skin that the simple black slip you were wearing let show. The slip wasn't anything extravagant, but Hubert didn't need it to be to appreciate you.

“Falling asleep while reading, dove? With that book?” Hubert’s deep voice sends a pleasant chill running up your spine. Hubert’s smile turns into a familiar smirk – though many of your friends had found Hubert’s appearance frightening (especially his infamous smirk), you’d always found his looks breathtaking. He wasn’t bright and shiny, but brooding and dark. His eyes were the most unusual shade of yellow, almost catlike. To you, they were beautiful. Despite how many times you’d gazed upon him, it was hard not to stare at Hubert.

You let out a laugh at his observation, patting the bed next to you. "Well, I've read this one so much I practically have it memorized." Hubert chuckles, soft, and approaches the bed before he leans down to give you a gentle kiss.

“It's not a bad book to have memorized,” Hubert says, a teasing note in his voice.

You hum quietly in assent, nuzzling your nose against his before Hubert pulls away. When you glance at your husband, you see that his cheeks are flushed. No matter how long you'd been together, affection still flustered him. It was charming to see someone like Hubert, gloomy and intimidating, with pink dusting his cheeks. "You're cute," you murmur, earning a chuckle from him.

"Only for you," He replies, giving you another sly smile. Hubert steps away from the bed and starts to slowly disrobe, taking off his heavy cloak first. It's easy for you to see how tense he is - even after the cloak is hung, his shoulders sag. Hubert couldn't hide his feelings from you, despite how much he tried when he didn't want you to worry. One look at your husband told you that he needed some serious stress relief.

"Hubert," you start, standing from the bed to make your way in front of him. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. You wordlessly lift one of his hands, primly pulling his glove off. You repeat your action on his other hand, earning a huff from Hubert. "Let me help you." You say, reaching up to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs, letting you continue. You begin to undo the complicated buttons and clasps that keep his uniform together, Hubert's eyes on you the whole time. It's clearly affecting him, though you choose to ignore the obvious bulge as you start undoing his pants. You begin to talk as you continue your work. "I can see how stressed you are, love. Let me help you relax."

Hubert eyes you with anticipation, his eyes flicking to the book before he looks back at you. "Feeling inspired, are we?"

Another piece of clothing is removed. "Maybe," you reply, letting your hand trail across his still-covered chest. Hubert helps you as you slide him out of his shirt, raising his arms before he suddenly brings them back down around your waist, pulling you close. Your face grows warm, Hubert's familiar scent flooding your nostrils. "Hey," you pout. "I'm not done with your clothes yet."

Hubert presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and leans back to look at you, a pointed expression in his gaze. "Perhaps I want to relax in another way." A tendril of Hubert's dark magic licks up your skin, gentle and questioning. Its effects are immediate, sending a thrill through your body - you shiver pleasantly in Hubert's tender grasp, biting your lower lip. Hubert lets the tendril continue stroking your arm, watching your expression. "Do you want to give in, love? Will you let me have my way with you?"

"Yes," you breathe, nodding eagerly. "Always, Hubert."

(The first time you'd experimented with Hubert's dark magic in the bedroom had been inspired by one of the several salacious books Hubert had pilfered from the library's removed section in Seteth's old office. You trusted Hubert implicitly, his skill and control when it came to magic impeccable. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before - being held still by strong dark magic while countless tendrils of it ravaged your body, all with Hubert in control.

You'd been surprised by how real the tendrils the spell Hubert had learned for the occasion felt. They could be made in varying sizes, though they all felt similar on the outside. Cool and slick, though not unpleasantly so. It had only taken Hubert a few tries on test objects to gain control of how tightly they squeezed, and it hadn't been long before the tendrils were snaking along your limbs.

It had been a long and very fun night.)

"Mm," Hubert hums, letting the tendril creep further up your arm until it's caressing your collarbones. "I need to hear you say it." Hubert would never hurt you, that you were sure of - he wouldn't press further unless it was what you wanted. And you did, of course you did—

"Do whatever you want with me," you say, letting yourself melt into his embrace. "I want it, p-please."

Hubert's expression turns carnal, red blush painting his cheekbones. "As you wish, my dear."

Another tendril of magic appears from Hubert's hand and slides its way up your arm before moving in tandem with the first tentacle to remove your slip. Hubert hums in appreciation when your bare chest is revealed, letting one of the tendrils flick teasingly across your nipples. The teasing touch makes the buds harden and you exhale a quiet moan, intending for your soft cry to rile Hubert up even further. Hubert tuts and the tendrils withdraw upward to caress your neck and cheek instead.

Just as he couldn't hide things from you, you couldn't hide anything from him.

"Playing coy, love?" Hubert wraps one of the tendrils around your neck but puts no pressure down. "Is that the type of thing you'd like tonight? For me to treat you like a slut?" The last word is spat out with venom that makes your face run even hotter.

"Yes," you reply, and the tendril around your neck squeezes lightly. "Please," you add.

"As you wish." Hubert sneers and pulls a mess of tendrils from seemingly nowhere, using the bunch of them to maneuver you back to the bed. They don't let go of you once you're back on the bed, roaming over your body hungrily - they were an extension of Hubert himself, and right now, he wanted to feel every bit of you that he could. The touches from them make you squirm, the mass of them pleasurable but mildly ticklish. Hubert's careful to avoid any areas you want him to touch, guiding the tendrils just so over your bare skin. His sharp gaze is trained on your face, not needing to see his magic to know where it was touching you.

Your mouth parts in an 'O' shape as some of the tendrils tease themselves along your inner thighs, their touch achingly close to where you want them. You want to beg for Hubert to touch you, but you know any begging will be met with punishment - a normally welcome aside if you weren't so ready to be fucked. It's a bit embarrassing, how fast your sex had grown slick with need, but you couldn't help it, not when it was Hubert. Whatever plans you'd had to tease him had long gone out the window the second he'd asked to be in control tonight, his expression alone reminding you of the many times you'd happily given in to him.

"It's hard for me to take my time when you make that expression," Hubert muses, directing one of the tentacles to lightly drag itself along your outer lips. The touch is featherlight but it's enough to make you squirm, your body trying in vain to get the tentacle to move where you want it most. The tentacles retract completely and you whine out Hubert's name, earning a 'tsk' from him. "Behave, and I'll give you everything you want." The tendrils reappear, snaking their way around your wrists. Another set wrap around your ankles, both pairs tightening around your flesh. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it ensured you'd stay exactly where Hubert wanted you to. Hubert leans over and cups one side of your face with his cool hand, using his thumb to stroke your bottom lip. "You want me to reward you, don't you, love?"

"Yes, use me, Hubert," you reply, shameless. Any other time you'd be embarrassed by the words falling from your lips, but being with Hubert makes it easy to be honest about what you want. "I trust you," you breathe out, and before you can say another word, Hubert leans in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You moan into his mouth and you feel the magic tied around your body respond, the tendrils tightening for just a moment before returning to a more lax position.

Hubert pulls away, ignoring the tiny whine that falls from your lips when his lips part from yours. He steps back and gives you a slow once-over, letting the tension build as you lightly squirm in your bonds. The magic tendrils tighten as if to tell you to settle down. Hubert's eyes lock on yours, and he cocks his head to the side.

"I think I know what to do with you," he says. Though during another session you might playfully challenge his words, you stay dutifully silent. Your obedience is rewarded by more magic tendrils appearing, the additional appendages wrapping around your body to pull you taut. You groan at the feeling, the tendrils pulling your arms together behind your back and dragging your legs apart so that you were completely exposed to Hubert. The tendrils push you up slightly on your arms so you can't hide your face away, and the warmth that rises on your cheeks earns a fond but dark chuckle from Hubert. "You were so desperate such a moment ago, dove. Are you feeling shy now?"

As Hubert speaks, the tentacles wrap around your chest, tightening around your chest to emphasize it and pushing it gently forward. (You remember vaguely that you’d found the pose he had you restrained in now in one of the books Hubert had picked up at a foreign market - you’d giggled when you’d seen it was called the ‘frog tie’, but your giggles had turned to moans once Hubert had used it on you later. And here you were again, tied up carefully in the same pose—)

You were utterly and completely helpless to move, yet knowing Hubert was the one to put you in your current situation made your lower half grow even wetter. You were sure it'd be gushing all over your thighs if the tendrils hadn't spread your legs apart. One of the tendrils around your leg extends itself to flick across your newly exposed clit, forcing a loud yelp from your mouth. It had grown sensitive from all the build-up and a single touch was enough to have your body trying to curl in on itself, but the tendrils prevented you from doing so.

"H-Hubert," you say, breathless. The tentacle flicks across your clit again and you bite your lip. Another tendril emerges from Hubert's hand and goes straight for your entrance, nudging against it but not pushing itself in. "Fuck," you whimper. Hubert's eyebrow raises at your expletive at the same time he brings a tentacle to your neck, letting the appendage wrap around it as he had done earlier. This time, though, he doesn't hesitate in putting pressure down. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can speak, a tentacle snakes its way into your parted lips. The only thing you manage is a muffled moan, your mind going blank from the amount of stimulus Hubert was doling out to you.

"Such a filthy mouth," Hubert drawls. The tendrils around your neck squeeze down at the same time the tendril in your mouth pushes itself in further, the simultaneous movement sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your sex. "That's not how I've taught you to thank me, is it?" He watches with amusement as you try to talk around the tentacle in your mouth, the muffled words coming through as desperate. He steps forward and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze - the action is both comforting and humiliating. "Or are you acting so wanton because you want me to wreck you? Is that it?"

You furiously nod and the tentacle in your mouth pulls out without warning, leaving your mouth hanging open as drool runs down the corner of your lip. Hubert's still-gloved hand slides across your lip to wipe it off, his mouth quirked up on one side. "Messy thing, aren't you?" The tendril that had been nudging at your entrance suddenly slides itself in, forcing a loud gasp of pleasure from your mouth. Hubert steps back to get a better look at you, letting his eyes roam the length of your body.

Hubert's cock twitches as he watches you writhe within the magic bonds he'd created for you, the sight of you laid out in front of him almost unbearably erotic. It's enough to make him want to throw everything aside just so he can bury his cock inside of you, his baser instincts attempting to win him over. Hubert wastes no time sliding off his underclothes, his hard cock already leaking precum through the fabric.

The tentacle inside of you slides out just as quickly as it had entered you, leaving an empty feeling inside. You groan as your sex clenches around the air, attempting to make up for the missing pressure inside of you. You barely even notice that Hubert has disrobed completely until he’s nearly on top of you, his hands gripping into either side of your thighs. “Oh,” you breathe, drinking in the sight of his bare cock. “Please, fu—”

Before you can finish speaking, the tentacles around your neck tighten. Your words are cut off into a weak huff as the tentacle continues to squeeze. “Didn’t I warn you about that filthy mouth of yours just a moment ago?” The dark tone of Hubert’s voice makes your stomach flutter, your sex responding by clenching around nothing once more. The tentacles around your throat loosen and you’re immediately babbling an apology, forgetting to take a breath.

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good, please,” Each word falls out with more fervor, your desperation to have Hubert accept your apology apparent. You wanted to be good for him, and you wanted to feel him inside of you, not just his magic.

“My mistake,” Hubert begins, his voice condescending. “I should have known a depraved thing like you needed more attention.” He moves closer to you until his cock is nudging against you, the head sliding between your slick folds. “I’ll give you the attention you crave so badly. No more need to misbehave.”

Hubert doesn’t wait for a response before beginning to push himself in, your wetness allowing him to hilt himself fully inside of you faster than he’d normally pace things. The feeling of your warm walls around him ears a guttural moan from Hubert, prompting you to squeeze down on his cock involuntarily - it was a sound that made the already burning desire in your stomach grow even hotter. Any other time you’d have your arms wrapped around Hubert, but the way you were positioned left you merely looking down at where the two of you were joined. As much as you want to beg for more, you don’t think you could handle it if Hubert drew out things any longer. The tentacles were one thing, but they couldn’t compare to the feeling of his cock inside of you.

You start when you feel a tentacle gently prodding against your asshole, and the thought of being filled on both ends is suddenly all you can think about.

“Is this okay?” Hubert murmurs, the session temporarily paused.

“Yes,” you hurriedly reply. “Please, use me, Hubert.”

“Always so eager, my dove,” Hubert says. The tentacle slips itself into your tight hole without resistance, the tendril itself already slick. As the tentacle slides deeper, it begins to expand in width, stopping at a comfortable size that you and Hubert had used before. It left you filling pleasantly full but not uncomfortably so - and with Hubert’s cock inside of you added to the mix, the feeling itself was divine.

Hubert begins to roll his hips against yours, the tentacle in your ass moving in tandem. His pace is slow, deliberate - you want to beg him to go faster, but you know it’ll only result in Hubert delaying things longer. He knows that you want more - you can see it on his face and feel it in the way he’s keeping his thrusts shallow. Perhaps he did want you to break and beg.

“I need more,” you whine. “I want more,”

“Oh?” Hubert replies. “All you had to do was ask.”

Hubert pulls out until the tip of his cock is all that’s left before he slams back inside of you, the tentacle following suit. It leaves you breathless, and Hubert doesn’t give you any time to recover before he’s fucking you at a merciless pace. It’s almost too much with the way the tentacles around your body squeeze as they hold you in place. One of the tendrils plays with your clit while you’re fucked senseless by Hubert and his dark magic.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak, your mouth falling open as the powerful orgasm washes over. Where you normally expect Hubert to stop, he continues on, keeping up the overwhelming pace with both himself and the tentacle used to fuck you.

“Hu-Hubert,” you gasp. The tentacle that was playing with your clit resumes its ministrations, touching the swollen bud so expertly that a second orgasm is already washing over you. Weaker than the second but still strong, you can only moan as Hubert continues to fuck into you.

“You wanted this,” he says, voice heavy. He sounds so composed compared to you, though there’s a slight shakiness to his voice that you detect. “You asked for more, so I’ll give it to you.”

You nearly wail as the tentacle hovering near your clit begins to touch you again, this time using torturous light touches that make you simultaneously want to beg for more and push it away. Hubert’s unfaltering pace makes it impossible to think about anything but how full you are, and how it feels so good that it’s bordering on painful-

You’re not sure how much you can take when a third orgasm washes over you. It feels good, it does, but there’s a slight ache present in your abdomen that you know will only grow with each subsequent orgasm. Your clit is puffy from the extended stimulation and even the slightest press against it makes you want to curl into yourself, but you can’t. Your eyes well up from the overwhelming nature of it all and tears begin to roll down your hot cheeks.

Hubert’s pace stutters and you know he’s close, that he’s finally going to give in and let himself cum - but you don’t expect his hand to take the place of the tentacle that had been playing with you, his fingers rolling your overstimulated bud between them.

“It’s too much,” you slur, your teary eyes meeting Hubert’s intense gaze.

“Just one more,” Hubert commands. “I want you to give me one more.”

You have no response other than to shakily moan out his name as he rubs your clit, his hips stuttering against yours while he chases his own release. You can’t refuse the building feeling of pleasure in your lower abdomen, so you give in, your fourth orgasm so intense that you shake against your bonds.

Hubert practically growls as he tenses forward, grabbing your hips possessively as he cums. The tentacle in your ass pulses, though nothing emerges from it. There are so many sensations that you can barely focus until Hubert presses his forehead against yours, huffing out a pleased sigh.

“I love you,” he says, soft. He pulls back to smile at you, using his thumb to gently wipe away any tears remaining on your face.

“And I love you,” you reply, voice airy.

Hubert and the tentacle both slide out of you, the sudden emptiness pulling a whine from your throat. Anything else could be dealt with later - all you wanted now was to be held by your lover.

“I’m here,” Hubert says, wrapping one arm around your waist whilst he dispels the rest of the magic he'd been using for the session, making sure to hold you up as the tentacles recede. He lays down next to you and pulls you close. The two of you lay in silence for a few minutes, Hubert simply stroking your hair and holding you while you begin to come down from the intense experience.

"Thank you," you mumble, the words an effort to say. You felt satisfied and sleepy in the best of ways. You close your eyes and let yourself fully relax against Hubert.

"I should be the one thanking you, you know," Hubert replies, the adoration in his voice obvious. You peek your eyes open at him, seeing a gentle smile on his face. "How are you feeling? Does anywhere hurt?"

"Mm," you consider, knowing that the adrenaline from coming down often hid sore spots. You sit up with Hubert's help. "I'm feeling good. Sleepy," you say, failing to suppress a yawn. "Nothing hurts, either."

Hubert nods, moving to get up from the bed. He goes to collect a glass of water for you, remaining on his feet when you take it from him.

"Let me run the bath for you, love." You huff in response and Hubert smiles, clicking his tongue.

"We could just lay in bed," you say, only a little petulant.

"You'll feel better. I've got to change the linens before we go to sleep." Your face grows warm at Hubert's implications, earning a bark of laughter from your husband. "We both made the mess, dear."

"Let me help, at least." Before Hubert can protest you place your glass of water down and attempt to stand, wobbly legs giving you pause. Hubert raises an eyebrow and you wave him off before you flop right back onto the bed. "Ah, maybe in a little bit..." You trail off, but Hubert just waves his hands in response.

"You have done more than enough for me tonight. There's no greater pleasure in this world than taking care of you." Hubert sits back down next to you, pulling you into his lap. His cool skin feels relaxing against your still-heated body, and you practically melt into his arms.

"I wanted to take care of you, though." You reply, feigning a pout. Hubert responds by pulling you even closer, sighing in contentment.

"You did, love." Hubert tilts his head down to press a kiss on your forehead, lingering there before he speaks.

"Let me keep taking care of you tonight, and always."

#AHHHHHH #love Haley’s work as always #plus hubie my love!!!!!!

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mistabullets · 2 years

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I saw arranged marriage Hubert- ...can we have a part two? Thanks!

IT. IS. TIME.

Seriously I've known I wanted a part two of that one since I posted it loool which is actually super rare for me. As a heads up guys, I'll almost never do direct continuations, or multiple fics from the same prompt or specific concept- only if I feel there's genuinely more material in there to explore.

And we didn't get to be spicy with Hubert in the OG arranged marriage post (here, btw) so let's gooooo

Also man I gotta take a break from fics and do some headcanons for a while, these are making my brain flail wildly lol like this was another one where I'd been just staring at it and going back to it for so long that I have no idea if it's good anymore

Hubert (FE3H) x AFAB/Fem Reader

Arranged marriage, pt 2

NSFW 18+

"Linhardt, I swear to you, if she does not make a full recovery, and soon, I will ensure that your own suffering is many times worse than-"

A bemused sigh cuts through harsh words. Then,

"Don't waste your breath trying to intimidate me, Hubert, you know it's never worked," then, muttered irritably, "if you're hoping to annoy me into efficacy though, you may see results."

Something cools your skin, and then gradually warms it and seems to seep into you. Healing magic, perhaps, though you've only experienced it a handful of times before to compare it to. You feel your aching muscles relax on a familiar bed with a very familiar scent. You're so desperately exhausted that even moving a finger seems daunting- yet the magic entering your system gradually restores you. Slowly, very slowly, your mind is introducing you to ideas one at a time. You'd heard Hubert's voice nearby, and Linhardt's soon after. You don't think anyone else is present. You're being tended to for some reason. Think, what happened...

"Have you checked for signs of the full list of toxins that I provided?"

"Yes, and if you would actually listen to me, you would know that she's not poisoned and she's not injured- just acutely exhausted. Which makes two of us, I suppose."

The scraping of a chair across the floor finally shakes you enough to open your eyes. You watch Linhardt's back as he heads toward the door of the bedroom, passing by a visibly agitated Hubert. You wonder what has him so riled up.

"Hubert..?"

His golden eyes widen, and he hastily comes to sit beside you. He speaks your name with a strange rasp in his voice, and for a moment, he seems to reach for you. Yet he stalls himself, instead only shifting the chair closer to you.

"See? What did I say?" Linhardt says over his shoulder before departing. Hubert pays him no mind.

The magic infused into your body seems to work more rapidly now. Already, you feel more alert, more grounded. You sit upright on the bed, but notice how Hubert's cutting gaze narrows.

"Don't exert yourself-"

"I'm fine, really," you say, taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a sigh. You look to Hubert once more, thinking to apologize for taking his time. And it strikes you that somehow he seems even paler than usual, his eyes weary. You open your mouth to speak, but he begins first,

"I... Have a number of questions for you."

You nod. He pauses, unusually hesitant. You've never seen your husband at a loss for words. Eventually, he says,

"The letter you delivered to me- the seal was unbroken. You never opened it. Why did you come so quickly to bring it to me? You..." He frowns, and can't meet your eyes, "surely you knew it would be nearly impossible to get it to me in time."

Through his uncharacteristically rambling words, you realize he's asking you quite a few questions at once. Well, you do owe him some sort of explanation.

"All of the letters with that particular seal- you burn them immediately after reading them. So I figured- I mean, I wasn't trying to spy on you-"

"I know," he says softly. Then, his voice more sure, he says, "No spy would put themself at risk to deliver such sensitive information without even investigating its contents. So now, I must ask you why."

You don't reply immediately. Taking a breath and steadying yourself, you recall the events of the last evening, forcing your mind to place the pieces into a comprehensible image.

"The letter was delivered here after you'd already left for your mission- and I, uh, happened to recognize the seal. And... I was worried about you," you notice his lips tighten to a thin line, his jaw clenching, but you go on, "I couldn't risk you going into this mission without potentially important intel, so... I had a horse readied."

"And you made what ought to be a day's journey in four or five hours, by my estimate," he replies stiffly. You remember the frigid air of the pitch black early morning as you pushed yourself and your mount forward. You remember your body aching and your lungs burning. You remember collapsing into red and black fabric that smelled of bitter coffee and the iron tang of blood, clutching the letter in a trembling hand.

If the intel in this letter is as important as the others bearing the same seal, then Hubert can't carry out a mission without it, you had pushed yourself forward with the thought, The Empire needs him. His allies need him. His allies care about him- and so do I.

"I guess so," you almost laugh as you shake the memories from your head, "no wonder I passed out, huh." Your husband doesn't look amused in the slightest.

"Your actions were foolhardy and short-sighted," Hubert narrows his gaze at you, "However... because of the information you delivered, we were able to change course, and avoid catastrophic losses. You saved every one of my operatives. You saved me," he says it as though irritated by the fact, then trails off into silence.

"Well... It was worth it, then," you say simply.

He gets to his feet abruptly, startling you a bit. Refusing to meet your eyes, he says,

"I... have been extraordinarily cruel to you."

"No, I understand you had to be cautious-"

"And I can't begin to comprehend what compels you to make such excuses for me," he raises his voice over yours. But when he speaks again, it's softer, and with a note of finality, "I am... relieved that you are safe and well."

He turns toward the door, but you scramble out from under the sheets and grab hold of his sleeve.

"Wait- Hubert-"

You practically stumble into him on your way off of the bed. He catches you by your arms, but his posture is stiff, his touch distant as though he might flee at any moment. You recall what he'd said months ago now- that he wouldn't lay a finger on you until you knew the truth of how you felt about him. At the memory, you blurt out,

"I- I really admire you!"

His brow furrows deeply, his pale complexion tinted red.

"What manner of utter madness-"

"You work relentlessly for your ideals, with no expectation of personal reward or gain," you go on breathlessly, "You care so deeply for your allies- I know you do- and you're brilliant at encouraging their strong points and warning them away from dangerous habits. I'm not being naive," your hands cling to the front of his clothes, as though you could possibly keep him in place, keep him from pulling away from you yet again, "I know the things you've done, Hubert. But I also know why you've done them."

A gloved hand cups your cheek and spreads long fingers into your hair. His lips press firmly to yours, and a rush of heat washes through your body. You lean into him, fists clenching around his clothing, pulling him against you. How often had you recalled how his kiss had felt in these past weeks and months? Even then, you knew your memory couldn't compare with the feeling of his body near yours and his tongue brushing along the crease of your lips. You welcome him, and at last, you risk releasing his clothes from your grip, instead running your hands firm up his chest. He inhales deeply. You can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.

Then, as suddenly as the kiss began, he breaks way.

"Forgive me," he mutters, turning his gaze away, "I- I had sworn I would not lay a hand on you-"

"Until I was certain of how I felt about you," you say, "That's what you promised me."

Once again, a light red flush creeps across his high cheekbones.

"You... ought to be in bed," he says, and clears his throat. But he hasn't pulled away from your touch.

"Only if you join me," you reply. You're not sure when you became so bold with your infamously cold husband. Perhaps it's the red tint across his face, or the way you know his heart is fluttering in his chest, much the same as yours. Hubert takes a breath and levels his cutting gaze on your expression, as though looking for any hint of hesitation. Then, without a word, he unclasps the cloak around his shoulders and lays it across the bedside chair.

Smiling warmly, you stand on tiptoe and press another kiss to his lips as he begins to undo the extensive series of buttons and clasps down the front of his militant attire. You do what you can to help, pulling aside layers of clothing between curious but insistent kisses. Once he's finally left in dress pants and his white undershirt, you run your hands up his torso, murmuring,

"You wear far too much clothing."

His hands slide around your waist, pulling you to him, and even this smallest gesture to affirm his own desire for you sets your pulse racing.

"Perhaps you are simply impatient," he whispers, heated breath brushing your skin.

"I think I've been plenty patient with you," you say, pulling him back towards the bed, a little surprised when he willingly follows. Then, he chuckles softly, the sound short and subdued, and says,

"That you most certainly have."

He follows you onto the bed, brushing your hair from your face before kissing you once again. Yet the feeling is completely different. It's deep and unrestrained, baring a kind of passion you hadn't realized had been lying dormant in him. Whimpering against his lips, you drape your arms around him, allowing all of the pent up longing of the past months to roar to life within you. Your body arches up against him as his tongue runs along yours and you finally feel his hands- the touch he'd denied you even when you'd kissed him the very first time. His hands run along the curves of your body, tracing and studying you. His breath comes quicker, and at last, you feel the heat and pressure of his manhood, hard between your thighs as it fights the confines of his trousers. Without thinking, your heel nudges the back of his thigh, urging him closer to you while your nails rake down his chest atop his shirt.

Hubert draws in a sharp breath and seizes your hands, pinning them to the sheets beside you. His face is flushed, his lips kissed pink and his hair rustled out of place.

"Behave," he says, his voice low and husky, "I... I can't bear it when you provoke me like that..."

You grin and bite at your bottom lip. Could it be that the Emperor's left hand is unusually sensitive to touch? Your eyes flicker down his frame and see his member already throbbing hard.

"I want to make you feel good, Hubert," you say softly.

"There will be other nights to indulge my... predilections," he replies, and releases your wrists to settle at your side, "For now, I insist that you allow me to atone for how I've treated you."

You're about to protest, to insist that he has nothing to make up for. But then, his lips are at your neck, his tongue pulsing against sensitive nerves that have wanted him for so long, and the words dissolve into a pleasured whine. You hardly notice, but his hand is marching down the front of your shirt, undoing buttons and exposing inch by inch of flesh. His lips soon follow, trailing down over your collarbones and across your chest to your breasts. An arm around your waist tugs you against him as the warmth of his mouth surrounds one of your nipples. Your head tilts back on the pillow, and you have to stop yourself from tangling your fingers through raven black hair. You don't want to overwhelm him. Instead, your hand finds his at your hips, drawing it upwards so you can remove the glove keeping you from him. Hubert is surprisingly compliant, watching you with a blaze of lust in his eyes as you tug away the fabric. He removes the other without a word, and sets them both aside. Now, you can feel him against your skin, his caress worshiping every curve of your frame while he kisses and gently bites at the swell of your breasts.

Without realizing, you'd been rubbing your thighs together as though you could possibly find relief from the rapidly building need between them. Then, Hubert's touch slides beneath the hem of your breeches, and your hips instinctively rise to meet his touch. You let out a trembling sigh as his long fingers ease between your folds, gliding across your aching clit until the tips tease your entrance.

"You're soaked..." he murmurs as though in disbelief. You offer him a hazy smile and say,

"I've wanted to be with you for so long, Hubert..."

His free hand guides you to face him, and he presses a slow and tender kiss to your lips. Before long, you're forced to break from him with a pleasured gasp as his fingers gently work into your drooling pussy, massaging just behind your clit and steadily pushing deeper, careful never to hurt you.

"I dearly regret having made you wait for so long," he says softly, watching your expressions as his fingers curl and pulse against your inner walls, "I have been a terribly neglectful husband, I fear."

Face flushed red and thighs tensing in around his hand, you force your hazy eyes to meet his. You want to reach out to him. You want to cling to him as your release takes you. Instead, you merely raise a hand to cradle his face and whimper his name. And he watches. He watches like he's never seen anything so beautiful as you gasp aloud and cum around his fingers. They stroke you deep inside, pushing you through your climax as you pant and moan for him- for your husband.

"Mmh... Hubert..." you gradually catch your breath as he slides his fingers out from you. You barely notice a subtle shift in his expression as he watches you gather yourself.

"I ought to do more for you-"

"No, I-" you cut him off, "I want you, please-"

Then, he's atop you on all fours, pulling your breeches down your legs with an urgency that catches you somewhat off guard. He doesn't bother with the rest of his own clothing, or with the shirt hanging from your arms and pooling under you on the bed. Hubert merely guides your thighs around his hips and opens the front of his trousers. And he kisses you, over and over, stealing your breath and sending your head spinning, and before you can track, you feel the hot tip of his cock pressing between your lower lips.

As the head pushes into your tight, wet cunt, Hubert tries and fails to bite back a primal, lustful groan. The pressure of his member gradually filling you is incredible, but despite this, you can't take your eyes off of his expression. You've never seen him look so earnest, and so strangely vulnerable. And this time, when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him close, he doesn't deny you.

Soon, the head of his cock hits your deepest point, his pelvis fitting firm between your thighs as his full length nestles within you to the base. With a whimper, you feel yourself tighten and squeeze around him. Hubert breathes out your name and presses his lips to the crook of your neck, only shifting his hips slightly, slowly and rhythmically rubbing himself against your inner walls. His brow furrowed deeply, his lips at your neck press firmer, followed by his teeth, and soon he's marking you along your throat and down your collarbones as the pace of his thrusts gradually increases.

One arm hooks under your knee, drawing your leg upward and allowing him to push deeper into you, while the other arm slides under your waist to hold your body flush to his. In a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing, your bodies move together, gasps and moans harmonized as Hubert's hips sway and his member pistons into you. You feel his abdomen flex tight with each thrust, his body harder and just a little more toned than you'd expected, but with a slender elegance you can't help but admire. Your fists clench around his shirt, scraping your nails across his back as his teeth lay into the crook of your neck. He must have marked you half a dozen times by now, but the heat of his mouth and the passion of him pressing himself against you is only more addictive each time.

Then, without even realizing, your hand runs up along his neck, and a shudder runs through his frame. Caging you against the bed, Hubert bucks his hips forward, suddenly thrusting into you deeper and harsher. You gasp out his name, your fingers curling in his hair, which only provokes him further.

"If- if you don't... I can't, I'll-" he can't make his words coherent, but you feel his cock swell and throb inside of you and know he's close.

"I- I want it..!" you whimper in his ear, "Please, Hubert- cu-cum for me!"

Hubert's restraint breaks like a cracked dam, and with a shaky moan, he drives into you to the hilt, nearly pushing you back on the bed. Then, his cock pulses and throbs as he cums, each volley causing his length to swell out against your clenching hole. In some distant corner of your mind, you think that your husband must not indulge in physical pleasure often; he's cumming so hard you can feel his entire body tense, and before long, he's filled you so thoroughly that you swear his release must be dripping down the curve of your ass. Then, at long last, he eases his cock out from your folds, and practically collapses on the bed beside you.

Smiling warmly, you brush stray bangs away from his face as you both catch your breath. Hubert clears his throat and says rather formally,

"Do you, er... require anything of me?" when you look at him curiously, he adds, "I have... never before been with anyone whom I cared to remain with afterwards."

You ease closer to him on the bed. Then, taking his hand in yours, you guide his arm around your waist and say,

"Well, we should probably clean up."

"Yes, of course, I'll prepare a bath for you." he says, and seems about to get up before you cut in,

"Wait- just..." you rest your hands on his chest, speaking softly in the quiet of your bedroom, "stay with me a little while?"

Hubert exhales, and pauses for a moment. Perhaps you should have known that his relative inexperience with true intimacy would blend strangely with his pragmatic and devoted personality. Yet then he draws near and places a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Of course, my dearest wife. For as long as you will have me."

You're still a bit shaky, bitten and kissed everywhere, and not to mention practically dripping with your lover's cum. Regardless, you nuzzle your head against Hubert's chest, smiling as you note the uneven, fluttering rhythm of his heart. Then, with some surprise, you feel his arms draw around you and hold you close to him, unabashed and certain at last.

#nsfw #hubert von vestra #i love him

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