Summary: Kenna and Diavolos’ return trip to Stormholt gets delayed. Smuttiness ensues. Set sometime after they’re married.
On their last day in Lykos before returning back to Stormholt, a savage summer storm stalls them from leaving. Kenna looks in dismay out one of the windows in her and Diavolos’ quarters at the dark grey clouds rolling in. The rain is so heavy that it’s a dull roar in her ears, the thunder booming and rattling the room. They won’t be leaving anytime soon now.
The storm is so loud that she doesn’t even hear Diavolos come in, and jumps a little when he wraps an arm around her waist and presses his lips to her neck. He’s drenched, having just come in from training exercises, and the cold damp seeps through her clothes and makes her shriek a little.
“You’re wet. And cold,” she scolds him.
“It is raining,” he smirks.
“Now I’m wet and cold,” she points out, though she’s pretty sure that was partly his intention.
“That can be easily fixed,” Diavolos breathes in her ear, then turns her around.
He unceremoniously starts stripping his armor and wet clothes off, and Kenna smirks when he struggles with the wet fasteners on his shirt. Diavolos just grins even broader, continuing to fumble with them until Kenna finally huffs and reaches out to help him and gets it off.
“That’s better. You could also help me warm up,” Diavolos says, then yanks her in tight against him.
“You’re still wet,” she points out.
Before he can open his mouth, she unties his pants and drags the rest of his wet clothes off, until he’s completely bare. Kenna thinks it won’t matter how long they’re together, she will never get tired of looking at him. Diavolos watches her in amusement while she trails her fingertips across his chest and stomach, lightly tracing over each silvery scar.
When her hands drift lower, Diavolos says, “You’re still dressed.”
“I am. Very observant of you,” she grins.
“Allow me to fix that,” Diavolos says, then nearly yanks her clothes off and lifts her up against him.
“I’m still cold,” she breathes in his ear, tightening her legs around him.
Diavolos chuckles low in his throat. “I can fix that too.”
He shifts her weight, using his free hand to pull the blankets back, then climbs easily into the bed, still holding onto her.
“Impressive,” Kenna murmurs, laying back.
Diavolos’ eyes glitter when he leans down. He nips at her neck, then just below her ear.
“Did you doubt my abilities?” he asks, his voice low.
“Never. But I like the reminder,” she sighs.
Kenna shivers, pulling at his arm until he settles over her and yanks the blanket up over their heads. She likes the dark cocoon it forms. She doesn’t really like that she can’t see him, but it’s warmer, and she finds she’s more attuned to his weight pressing her into the bed, his lips biting and sucking at her neck, his breath slowly growing more rapid against her skin.
“Impatient,” Diavolos chuckles when she tugs his head up and kisses him insistently.
“Cold,” she retorts, gliding her hand between them.
He groans, and she can feel him letting himself give into her touch, just for a moment. She runs her hand over him, slowly twisting her fingers, squeezing just a little, until his teeth sink into her shoulder. Kenna doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of seeing him like his either. He’s nearly always confident and commanding, which she loves, but she also likes knowing she can make him lose control, even if it’s just for brief moments and not very often.
He stills suddenly, and then grips both of her wrists in his hand and pins them over her head. He kisses her once, taking her lower lip between his teeth, then kisses down her neck and towards her chest, teasing her with his teeth and his lips.
“Now, Diavolos,” Kenna pleads, arching against him.
“We’re warming up,” he reminds her, and she can hear the amusement in his voice.
“I’m warm now,” she murmurs, and sucks in a breath when he dips his other hand between her legs.
“So you are, my love,” he murmurs, then glides two fingers into her, his thumb just brushing against her clit.
“Diavolos,” she moans, writhing underneath him.
“I-now,” she finally gasps after a minute.
He presses his thumb against her, harder, and she jerks against him.
“Now. Please?” she breathes in his ear.
Diavolos groans again. He captures her lips with his, a hungry, insistent kiss, then shifts down, slipping his hand back up to grip her thigh, and surges into her.
“Oh!” Kenna gasps, her legs tightening around him.
She pulls against his hands until he releases them, and she wraps her arms around his back. Kenna arches up into him, moaning his name into his neck as he moves faster. She’s close, can feel the blood roaring between her ears, the tingling low in her belly, when he suddenly stops.
“What are-“ Before she gets any other words out, he throws the blankets back and sits them upright, his hands tight against her hips.
“I want to see you when I make you come, Kenna,” he says, rocking her against him.
“Oh,” she groans.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, his neck, the breadth of his back, looking for somewhere to hold onto. She finally buries them in his hair, tugging when he thrusts up into her. Diavolos wraps an arm around her back, his other hand moving between her legs. He knows just how to touch her, what to say, how to tease her just enough and then bring her over the edge. Kenna gasps his name when she comes, feeling her muscles tighten and clench around him, her head dropping forward to his shoulder.
He groans her name, grinding her down on to him and spilling inside her. Kenna slumps against him, their skin slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. Diavolos frowns when she purposely clenches her muscles again, then smirks.
“Impatient,” he teases her again, and she shrugs, a little half-smile on her face.
When she leans back, she realizes how warm she is.
“It’s hot,” she says, squirming off of him and lying back on the bed.
She sighs in relief as the air from the room hits her skin. Diavolos chuckles, lying next to her.
“We could go outside,” he suggests. “It’s cooler out there.”
“It’s storming,” she reminds him.
He cranes his head, listening, and then says, “Not anymore”.
There’s a hint of suggestion in his voice that makes her laugh. He’s right, though. The air is strangely quiet now, and there’s a field that’s rarely used anymore that they like to go to. But…
“I don’t want to be that cold,” Kenna decides.
Diavolos rolls, hovering over her. “I can keep you warm,” he says.
She grins, playfully nipping at his lip when he leans down and kisses her. “Now who’s impatient?”