Patreon Compilation – Fic#241 – Aymeric/Estinien – FFXIV – Part 1/2 – nun!Aymeric; dragon!villain!Estinien; nun lingerie – In The Dragon's Clutches (Patreon)

Aymeric/Estinien – Aymeric is a nun that has been sent on a very special quest with his two retainers... but the dragon that has been lurking in his shadow for quite a while now has followed closely along.

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A twig cracks just outside the small area of the old altar. Aymeric’s breath hitches, the small hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

He does not turn around to peer behind.

It is nothing. It is nothing. He repeats it like a mantra in his head. He is simply more jumpy than usual – it is his first time performing the ritual by himself. His guards had only come as far as the very beginning of the holy forest, unable to step on its ground as they were not pure. Not like Aymeric is.

The only presence that can be out there are animals. Nothing to be alarmed of. Certainly nothing that would warrant him not abiding by the words spoken to him by His Holiness, The Archbishop. Murmured in a dark corner of the church right into Aymeric’s ear, a hand on the small of his back to impart to him just how important his pilgrimage is.

He will not disappoint His Holiness. Certainly not over a mere twig cracking in the darkness.

Aymeric exhales slowly, calming his heartbeat. He peers down at the altar; old and withered and beautiful. He can feel the energy radiating off of it and grasping for him. He slowly reaches up to grasp the veil prudently shielding his face from the view of the impure commoners, lifting it… then pausing half-way up as he hears a low, purring chuckle behind him.

Right behind him.

One second there had been nothing – and the next there is a presence so close that Aymeric can feel the heat of another body radiating through his clothes. His breath hitches once more, hands freezing.

“Finally… I meet you alone. I have been waiting for this very moment, my dear.”

Aymeric swallows thickly. Oh… oh he knows that voice. His hands start shaking and he slowly lets go of his veil, lowering his arms to his side.

“Estinien.” The word comes over his lips in a hushed whisper. It elicits another purring chuckle behind him, causing his ears to warm up, their tips throbbing oversensitive with blood.

“Indeed… are you happy to see me?”

Aymeric closes his eyes and swallows thickly. “I would never.” His voice trembles with emotion. He can feel Estinien shifting behind him, that’s how close the beast is standing. Yet he is not touching Aymeric. For now, at least.

“Oh right…” Estinien clears his throat softly, then recites: “A man must gaze not upon the eyes of a dragon. You are so very… obedient. Are you not?”

His breath is puffing against Aymeric’s ear. Aymeric, shocked by the sudden sensation, presses a hand over his mouth, lest he whimper. The heat begins to crawl down his body and fill it up.

Estinien had never been this close to him. He had only ever heard him through the small window of his private chambers… whispering to him like a Nightmare. He had not thought him real. Or rather… he had tried to ignore it. Him.

“I should not even be listening to you.” The words break out of Aymeric more forcefully than he had intended.

“No… you probably shouldn’t.” He feels a touch to his throbbing ear; so delicate and yet startling.

Aymeric whirls around before he can think better of it. It is his flesh… it is… weak. He had not meant to think of Estinien. To try an imagine what he might look like. His vision now is burning itself into his brain. How could he be so… so…

Beautiful.

Aymeric quickly lowers his gaze and takes a step back- though the altar stops his retreat immediately, pressing against the backs of his thighs. He is stuck between the stone and Estinien whose smile has gone on to become all too broad. All too… toothy.

Draconic.

Aymeric’s skin breaks out in goosebumps. His hands curl in a death grip around the edge of the altar. He wants to pray that the beast may have pity and spare him – but Estinien is already grasping his chin and holding him nice and still.

The veil Aymeric is wearing is dark and does a good job of hiding his features… until it is pulled taut over his jaw, that is. He can see the dragon’s eyes, sulfuric yellow, peering down at Aymeric’s open, panting mouth.

There are scales creeping up from the edges of his face but aside from those, he looks so human, Aymeric thinks.

Oh but he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t think that. He should not even be laying eyes on this beast. He quickly clenches them shut, body taut as a rope.

He can feel Estinien’s breath over his lips; warmed by the fire inside his body, no doubt.

“You try so hard,” Estinien whispers. His mouth barely brushes against Aymeric’s. He wonders wildly whether that is already considered a kiss. He tries to lean even further away but the dragon has a hold on him. Not physical, no… but he is oh-so-tempting.

And Aymeric is oh-so-curious.

“You already looked at me,” Estinien continues. “You already listened to my words. Why don’t you just give in and touch me? What horrible thing is supposed to happen? Your world did not come crashing down so far, did it?”

“I will not… succumb to you, dragon.” Aymeric’s voice is steadier than he would have thought. His mouth prickles from the soft brushes of Estinien’s lips and breath. He is so focused on it, the touch to his hip makes him jump, his body angling further into the beast that had decided to stalk him for whatever reason.

He is on fire and Estinien is laughing at him; low and growling. He says something about Aymeric being awfully stubborn, but all that he can focus on right now are the dragon’s fingers carefully parting the slit in Aymeric’s modest dress to touch one of the straps making sure his black stockings are not slipping down his leg.

His touch… Aymeric’s eyes fly open despite himself. He is grabbing for Estinien, intent on shoving him away, but they’re pressed together and the dragon is absolutely immovable. Or maybe it is Aymeric whose strength has left him the moment the beast’s breath landed upon him.

Oh, the Archbishop will be so disappointed when he realizes Aymeric is no longer pure…

“I am sure he will get over it,” Estinien croons back at him. Had Aymeric been speaking aloud? He seems to have lost all will over his own body… All he can think of is angling his head forward just a little bit more so his mouth may slot in against the dragon’s.

“I am sure he will think of you either way… of you opening this coquettish little slit and giving him a glimpse of your…” He does not finish his sentence. Instead, his finger slides beneath the taut strap of Aymeric’s underwear.

He lets it snap against his thigh and Aymeric jumps like a rabbit, a gasp stuck in his throat.

They kiss; just like that. Through the veil still modestly covering his face, he kisses a dragon… and it is all his own fault because of his jumpiness.

Estinien is still playing with the little strap he has found, his sharp claws brushing against Aymeric’s silky skin as if they were threatening him to slice him open. His lips are all the gentler for it – though he breathes the heat of the Underworld into Aymeric’s lungs.

Estinien pulls back and the Aymeric’s veil is starting to lift slowly. Aymeric is breathing fast, his body trembling with anticipation. A denial is on his lips but he can’t bring it over himself to actually speak it.

He can already feel the cool night air against his chin when the sound of voices hits his ears. His escorts, worried about the whereabouts of their precious charge.

For the first time since their meeting, Aymeric can feel Estinien stiffening against his body, a look of annoyed anger spreading over his face.

Aymeric watches as the beast half turns, his body pressing harder against him, crushing him against the little altar; this time not to entice him, but to make sure he stays nice and put while he scopes out his other prey.

The sound of the guards is becoming louder. Have they actually stepped foot into the forest?

Estinien is growling.

He will kill them, Aymeric thinks in dismay. The thought startles him. He knocks his fist against the chest of the dragon, his voice strangled as he pleads: “Let them live.”

Estinien’s head snaps back around. He stares at Aymeric thoughtfully for but a second before he nods and grasps his wrist.

“You will have to come with me, then.”

Aymeric helplessly stumbles after the dragon, his body hot, heart beating fast in his chest as he listens to the voices becoming fainter behind them.

Soon enough he has no idea where they are.

The dragon has kidnapped him.