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Rovil the Possessed Halfling: Part Two
🕑 Added 2023-01-24 20:00:01 +0000 UTCFemale Human x Male Halfling/Reader
Originally Posted: November 4th, 2017
I know that I’ve been gone for a long time. It’s been several years since I’ve been in this town. I’ve thought of it as home all these years. It was what kept he journeying on and kept me fighting. Well, that and you. I doubt you even remember me. All these years have gone by and I don’t see it possible that you could remember a blip of a person like me. I don’t care. As long as you’re safe and happy that’s all I need.
I walk down the old stone steps where you had first found me. Unlike today, it had been a cold night just before winter. It was fall now and while the air was crisp it wasn’t unbearable. I wouldn’t freeze to death sleeping outside if I had to.
I stand before your shop, the bakery. I look up at it and my heart begins to race. I want to see you so much. The time I spent with you was the best of my life. You made me feel big and strong, but you also made me feel my weakest.
I set my pack down and pace the stones across from the bakery. I can’t decide what to do. I so want to see you, but just walking in out of the blue seems too much. I promised I would come back when I had finally gotten rid of Abadon. While that wasn’t the case, I had learned to control him. I could kiss you now without fear. Well, at least the normal fears, but still.
I sit down and cover my head. What if you were married and happy? You deserved to be. But I still held this faint glimmer that you were waiting for me. It was a selfish, childish wish to keep you all to myself. But you deserve better than me. I’m still a liar. I’m still only a Halfling.
I watch people come in and out of the bakery. They all seem happy when they leave. Some kids come out munching cookies or sweets. I can still remember the taste of your pastries and treats you fed me. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, which I always found stupid. I only really understood once the pack you made me was depleted. I savored that last roll, those last few crumbs of cookie. I had never felt so alone as when I swallow that last bite of your cooking.
Thinking and over thinking will only get me so far, so I stand up. I gather my things and walk across the street. I stand at the door, staring at the knob. I feel like I’m having a staring contest with this knob and it is winning. I reach for it, knowing the only thing that stood between me and you was this door.
The door hits me in the face.
I hit the ground and cuss. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”
“What the fuck?” I snarl, my face in pain. I’d been punched before but this hurt so much worse.
“I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry,” your voice is soft and sympathetic. “Here, come inside, I’ll patch you up right-” you voice cuts short as my hand slips away from my face.
It’s you. Still as lovely as the last day I saw you.
Your eyes are wide and round, you look as though you may cry. “Oh my-” you whisper. You touch my face as if testing to see if I’m real.
I scoff. “I was wondering if I could have my job back.”
You smile and laugh, helping me back onto my feet. “I was just getting ready to close up the store. Why don’t you go inside and wait for me? Go get cleaned up and relax a bit. I’m sure you’re tired.”
“Getting hit in the face didn’t help.” I hold onto your hand.
“I’m sure it didn’t.” You show me inside and to the stairs that led up to your home. “I’ll be quick. I promise.”
“Don’t worry,” I say. “It’s been a long time anyway.” I turn and walk up the stairs. Not much has changed. There is some new furniture, a new oven. I notice small step stools and cabinets and shelves that are close to the floor.
You must have kids. That’s great. I leave, not wanting to linger on it. I wash up and look at myself in the mirror. I touch the scars that mark my face and see how much I’ve changed. I feel small and ugly.
“She doesn’t want you,” his voice whispers.
“Go away,” I snarl through gnashed teeth and clutched the talisman around my neck. “You’re the one who isn’t wanted.”
“She’s moved on. She’s only being nice. Must be bothering her.”
“You don’t have any say here,” I growl and chant the inscription on the back of the talisman.
“Rovil?” I am not prepared to hear you call my name.
“One second.” I splash my face with cold water one last time and walk out. You’re taking off your apron and you smile at me as you clutch it in your hands.
“I’m sorry I showed up like this,” I mumble. “I know it’s been a long time.”
“Don’t apologize.” You shake your head. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“I won’t stay long. I don’t want to interrupt your life or your family.” I look down at my hands.
“My family-” I hold my hand up to stop you.
“Just tell me you’ve been happy,” I murmur. “That you’re happy even now.”
You come towards me and kneel down before me. You press your forehead to mine like that day I left. You cup your warm hand around my cheek. “I am happy,” you whisper. “I’m especially happy to see you.” You inch back and put your hands on my shoulders. “Look at you! You’ve gotten so handsome since I last saw you.” I can feel the tips of my ears begin to catch fire and melt. “You look so manly, Rovil.”
“You shouldn’t say that,” I grumble and fidget. I look down at my feet, knowing my face must be stained red.
“Why not?” You ask.
“What if your husband walked in? Or your kids heard you?” I grump.
You start laughing. You sit down and hold your stomach.
“What’s so funny?” I snap.
You shake your head and slap your hand over your mouth. “No. No,” you gasp for a breath. “Rovil, I’m not married.”
My brow pinches and I frown.
“I don’t have kids either,” you’re beaming at me.
“Then how do you explain the step stools and the small furniture?” I huff.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” you whisper and kiss my cheek. Your arms wrap around me and I feel at home again. “I got those for you.”
I squeeze you tight, hiding my face against your shoulder. “That’s not possible.”
You touch my face and look me over. Your thumb glides across my lip and I lick at it just to see your smile. You sigh, “why is it not possible?”
“You…you shouldn’t have waited.” I shake my head.
“Well,” you shrug. “I did. I couldn’t forget you. And whenever I tried to move on it always felt wrong. I felt like I was suffocating. So I decided to wait. Not just for you. I decided to wait until I felt comfortable.”
I hold your hand and lace my fingers with it. “Then…can I stay for a while?”
“As long as you like,” you stand up. “I’ll make you dinner.”
I squeeze your hand before letting go. I feel like I’m dreaming and I’m afraid that I might be. I take a seat at the counter, using one of the step stools to climb onto the stool. When you start cooking you turn and offer me bites of what you’re making. It’s heaven. Being fed and getting to see you.
“This is hot,” you warn me as you offer me another bite.
I take the bite and fidget it. “It was. But’s it’s so good.”
You wipe a bit of food from my cheek and lick it off your thumb. “You’re probably already full.”
“Not even close!” I grin.
You fix my plate and sit beside me. You fill up my plate whenever it gets empty and when I’m done I lay on the countertop. “So good,” I grunt like a stuffed pig.
You’re quiet for a moment but then you lift me up in your arms. It feels good to be back here. I had forgotten how soft and warm you were. I could fall asleep like this. But I know I have to tell you the truth.
You set me on the bed and I grab your hand. “I need to tell you something.”
You meet my eyes and smile. “I know what you’re going to say.” You sit down beside me. “I know he’s still there.”
I look away from you, ashamed.
“It’s ok,” you touch my hand. “To be honest I’m just so happy to see you.”
“Me too,” I glance up and see you beaming down at me. I’m not sure I’m breathing anymore. I’m still in disbelief.
“Is he still…” you move your hand like a mouth.
“Not as much.” I touch my ear. “I’ve learned ways to hold him back.” I show you the talisman around my neck. “This keeps him down. Keeps me sane.”
“I’m glad, I’ve been worried.” You stand back up. “I need to wash up and change. Do you still meditate.”
“Yeah, just in case.”
“Go ahead and start. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” You pick up some clothes and leave.
You seem nervous. I can’t quite put my finger on it but you seem hesitant or like you’re holding back. I huff and remove all my clothes but my tunic and I climb under the covers. I don’t want to sleep. I want to lie with you and talk to you. I want to watch you sleep.
You tiptoe back in and ease into the bed. You crawl under the covers and I reach for you. I move closer and kiss your cheek.
“Rovil, don’t,” you whimper as if it pains you.
“I’m sorry I just-”
“If you kiss me I won’t be able to hold back anymore,” you whisper. “I’ve been holding myself back all day. I wanted to tackle you and kiss you since the moment I saw you again.” You bite your lip and look away. “I want to do more than kiss you. It’s unbearable.”
I can feel my whole body boiling. I’m sure every inch of me is strawberry red. I touch your lips as you did mine and your tongue darts out to lick them. You pull away and your face is burning bright.
“Actually,” I whisper against your neck as I kiss and nibble.
You whimper, stretching your neck to allow me ample ground. “What?” You pant.
I turn your head to face me and I kiss you. I’m trembling as I do it, still worried perhaps all my training has been for naught. You kiss me back and are eager for more. Your lips part and a moan escapes.
“Rovil…I thought-”
I smirk down at you, “I can do more than kiss now.”
You bite your lip and pull me back down for another kiss. It feels so good. I’ve waited so long to give you the thanks I’ve felt in my heart all these years. Your hand slides up my thigh and I gasp. You touch me, your fingers teasing my cock.
“D-don’t…ah-” I’m melting at your touch. Your lips go down my body as you push up my tunic. I fall into the pillows and try to keep my eyes from crossing. I can feel him almost as if he’s behind me. He’s far away but he’s there.
“Is it ok?” You ask.
I glance down at you and nod. “Yeah. It’s ok.”
You take me between your lips and I cry out. Your mouth is so warm, so soft. Your tongue wraps around me and I know I’m a goner. “Love…too good…” I whimper.
You suck on me and moan softly. Your fingers tickling up my chest.
I grunt, feeling my peak begin to build. “Stop,” I gasp, panting. “I’m going to…” I mouth hangs open as my seed spills on your tongue. My vision begins to go to a pinpoint as everything else goes dark.
“Rovil,” Abadon whispers. “You’re fucked.”
“Rovil,” you voice snaps me to my senses. I look up and see you bare before me. Your eyes as full of worry but I lean forward, kissing you.
“Where’d you go?” You squeeze my hand tight.
I groan, holding my jaw. “What happened.”
You cross your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry. He…he got out.”
“Did he hurt you?” I grab hold of you. “Did that fucking bastard touch you?”
You look at me and kiss the tip of my nose. “Calm down, love.” You pet the hair from my face. “He came out but…you were still holding him. He pretended he was you but I knew something wasn’t right so…I’m so sorry but, I kind of punched you.”
I touch my aching jaw. “You hit me?”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” you murmur.
“You punched him,” I’m grinning. “You literally punched him back.”
You look back at me and I kiss you. “You’re amazing,” I moan.
“But I hit you,” you pout.
“I’m totally fine with it.” I push you down onto the bed and kiss you. I nip and bite your neck and chest. My hands are still trembling but every time you make a sound I feel stronger. I squeeze and bounce your breasts, marveled by them. I kiss and bite them, all to hear your moans.
“Rovil,” you pant. “Having fun?”
A trail of spit goes from my lip to your nipple as I lift my head. “Yeah,” I pant. “Sorry. Back to business.” I grin and kiss down. I nuzzle to your belly and I press my hand between your war thighs. I touch you. All of you. You’re already dripping wet. I bite my lip, easing down to look. You open your thighs and I stare.
“Oh wow,” I whisper. “Pretty.”
You scoff, “don’t stare like that.”
I touch you, tracing your folds and slit. Abadon has talked many times about giving and receiving oral. Part of me sort of understands what to do. I tap your clit, teasing it and rubbing it. You whimper and your body goes tense. You grip the sheets and take a deep breath.
I lean in, licking from the bottom to the top. My head feels empty and fuzzy. You taste good and I press my tongue harder against you. You squeal and your thighs squeeze around me. I honestly don’t care. I suck your lips and clit, I shove my tongue inside. I feel myself grow hard again and I hear Abadon snarling in the back of my mind.
“Rovil,” you whimper.
I look up and our eyes lock for a moment. I rise up and position myself between your legs. I rub myself against you and I focus, I meditate for a moment.
“I’m here,” you whisper.
My breath shudders as I ease inside you. You’re so warm. I’m trembling as I try to move my hips. You feel so good. I rub your clit, hoping I can somehow make you feel good. I move my hips, trying my hardest. Your voice is soft and your back arches. You look so beautiful.
“I love you,” I moan.
You look up at me and your eyes flutter. “I love you too.”
I feel myself begin to peak again. My vision starts to go dark and I hear Abadon laughing. You touch me and smooth your finger along my lip. “Don’t leave me. Don’t go…I’m so close.”
“Close?” I snap to. I growl and buck my hips harder. I push inside you, feeling your inner walls squeeze around me. Your voice picks up and you sigh and shudder. You thighs squeeze around me.
I gasp and grunt, releasing inside of you. You gasp my name over and over as if trying to keep my attention. You pull me up and kiss me. You bite my lip and suck my tongue. You then cuddle beside me, catching your breath. I feel like a puddle. I can’t feel my limbs or remember what bones I have.
You kiss my neck and cheek. You giggle and smile. “Are you still here?”
“I think so,” I pant. I turn my head and look at you. “Thank you.”
You kiss the tip of my nose and lay your head on my chest. “Mmm,” you snuggle up to me.
“For everything,” I kiss your hair.
“You’re worth it,” you murmur. “I missed you.”
I can hear Abadon whispering, but I can’t understand him. “Keep talking.”
“About?” You stretch.
“Anything,” I run my fingers through your hair.
“Hmm,” you kiss my shoulder. “Your face was so cute when you were…you know,” you bite your lip. “You were so gentle and your every touch felt so good. I knew that I had made the right decision to wait. I’m so glad you came back.”
“Even if he’s still here?”
“Yes,” you whisper. “Because now I know I can punch him.”
“Try not to though,” I sigh. “It does still hurt.”
You sit up and my heart flipflops when I see your bare body again. I’ll never get over this. I’m really going to die.
“Let me go get you a drink,” you slip on a tunic. “And how about a snack.”
I sit up. “Something sweet?” I gasp.
You kiss me, lingering a moment. “Always sweet.”
