In Knots (GW2 fanfic/Canach)

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Skye fumbled at the mess of black laces at her back holding her corset together. Somehow it had gotten tangled when she had tried to untie it. She twisted to look in the mirror behind her to get a better angle to see what had gone so very wrong and how to undo it. It was in just the wrong place so that she could barely touch it without stretching her arms out of proportion and it was hard to see without looking at it directly.
She thought about cutting it off but she wasn't sure if that would disrupt the integrity of the magic in the light armor.
Armor was not really quite the right word to decribe it really, it looked flimsy, like an outfit made to be worn at court or a masquerade. As she so often found herself in situations of the political or diplomatic nature as much as she did battle--sometimes at the same time--it was just as necessary to look the part as much as it was for her to have the magical protection it provided her.
The fabric of the corset barely covered her at all really. It flowed around her in patches of fabric in intricate formations and showed quite a bit of her pale skin and the curves of her breasts. An asset she was not afraid to use if necessary. In the right situations. As a distraction to her enemy right before sucking the life out of them with her vampiric dagger.
The sound of her room door opening and closing had Skye stepping around the dressing screen. Mentally preparing herself for a fight, as any who entered would have had to of gone through the security guards in the hall--or use a key she realized, relaxing at the sight of Canach, her friend and proprietor of the casino she was roomed in.
"Oh, its you," she said and moved back behind the screen to finish another kind of battle she had started. With her laces. "What can I do for you?"
"Commander," Canach said in way of greeting. He was always calling her by her title instead of using her name, something that frustrated her greatly, which she supposed was why he probably did it to tease her but she was not currently in the mood. "Not exactly the greeting I was expecting. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, sorry. I just--" she struggled to reach the knot again. "My stupid lacing is all tangled and its--gah."
She let out a huff and caught sight of him through a sliver of a gap in the screen between the fabric and the frame edge. He stood in profile, waiting. His eyes flicked around the room as though seeing it for the first time but as the one who had created this place must have been intimately familiar with already. The muscles in his long elegant neck shifted as he cocked his head slightly, listening for her.
He wore a white suit, it was both slick and charming like the slyvari himself was. He had left a few buttons open in his shirt that revealed a swath of smooth skin, dark grey green in color.
The suit didn't quite fit him she thought--not in sizing, it was tailored for him perfectly--it just didn't fit her idea of him, as so often the times they worked together he had been in sylvarian armor so the suit seemed almost out of place to her. But with the time of dragons coming to an end things were changing, he had changed, and soon she would have to find where she fit in this new world as well. Most of her friends and collegues were going their own ways and she felt as though she were being left behind. Canach had been gracious enough to offer her room and board in his casino while she figured things out so she took him up on the offer. Skye huffed again catching her own pale silver eyes in the mirror, they were frustrated, she was losing the battle of the laces.
"Do youuuu..." Canach started, probably hearing her annoyance, and trailed off before seeming to muster up the courage to finish his inquiry, "desire assistance?"
Skye ***ked sheepishly around the corner of the dressing screen. Canach raised an eyebrow in question when he caught sight of her.
"Please," she conceded. She felt her face heat in embarassment as she padded over to him on bare feet and presented her back.
"Hmmm," he muttered, the sound vibrating deep in the back of his throat in an almost purr as he examined her. "What a mess you have gotten yourself into."
"Is it salvagable do you think?" She looked over her shoulder at him to gauge his opinion on the matter and--was he looking at her ass? That was definately not what he was supposed to be looking at. She thought she would be annoyed but instead she felt a flutter in her stomach and a heat blossom within.
His eyes flicked up to hers and he smirked, the movement drawing her eyes to his lips and twitching the fine dark thorns on his face in what accounted for sylvarian facial hair. She wondered briefly if they were actually as sharp as they looked and if they would prick her if she kissed the smirk off those lips.
"I think," he began, stepping closer and bringing with him the faint scent of what was probably expensive cologne. He gripped her upper arms, his touch warm, and adjusted her stance until she stood at an angle in the light he liked, "all you need are the nimble fingers of an experienced demolitions specialist."
The way he said it sent shivers down her back as though he were talking about something else altogether. She thought of those nimble fingers put to better uses and if she hadn't already been blushing before she would have been now.
"Do you know where I can find one of those?" She quipped, trying to break some of the tension she was feeling.
He laughed warmly behind her.
"The great Commander of the Pact, defender of Tyria," Canach said as his fingers tugged and worked at the knot at her back, sometimes grazing her skin with a shock of warmth here and there that sent her skin to tingling. "slayer of gods--"
"There was just the one god," she interjected, as if he didn't already know that and win copious amounts of *** he had bet on the ordeal.
"Destroyer of fiends," he continued undeterred, "tamer of dragons."
She rolled her eyes at the mockery but at the same time she felt the muscles in her back relax slightly at the familiarity of the banter.
"Defeated," he paused dramatically, "by a knot."
Skye sighed in annoyance, "Okay, you know what, I will just cut it off--" at her last word she spun around and at the last second felt the lace pull free with her movement and was left scrambling to keep the bodice front from falling and leaving her naked from the hips up right in front of him.
"No need," Canach said smugly, the offending string dangling from his hand. His amethyst eyes flicked down and lingered on her lips before flicking back up to meet her eyes. He deftly collected the lacing one handed in a show of how nimble those fingers could be, a half smile courted his lips. This close she could see the whorls of the wood like patterns in his skin and wondered what it would feel like to trace her fingers over them.
"Is there," he looked down and gently drew the soft suede lacing dripping out of his fingers up her arm. His gaze returned to her face, studying her reaction as the lacing went back down. Her breath caught, her eyes fluttered at the warmth of his fingers leaving a burning line in their wake wherever they made contact with her skin. There was no mistaking where he hoped this would lead and secretly she found herself wanting the same thing. "Anything else you desire?"
"Yes," she gasped. Her breath was coming faster now, she could feel the fabric of her bodice slide against her nipples with each breath and she found all she wanted was his hands and mouth on them. "I think, I may need assistance with my skirt as well."
He made a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a hum and an ***istic growl and stepped closer, she thought he was going to kiss her and she lifted up her chin to meet him but he pulled up short. "Do you?" He asked, his eyes studying her face, roaming over her lips again. She didn't know if she could take much more teasing.
"Are you going to kiss me or just stare at my lips all night?" She whispered.
His eyes sparkled and then he finally closed the remaining distance between them. His mouth closed over hers in a gentle sampling, his tongue flicked between her lips tasting her again and again. He tasted sweet with a hint of spice. She found that the thorns on his face were not sharp after all, they felt more like cat whiskers against her skin. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and slowly released it.
His fingers curled around the edges of her bodice and tugged it away, dropping it to the side. Leaving her hands free and her nipples hardening in the chill air. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, her hands moved automatically to cradle his head as he made love to her mouth with his tougue and lips. Languished in it. The thicker rows of thorns that covered his head looked dangerous but as she slid her fingers over them they only felt smooth and plyable like skin stretched over bone or cartalidge.
He pulled out of the kiss. He gently cupped the her face with one hand. With a sigh he closed his eyes and settled his forehead against hers. After a moment he moved his head back just far enough so that he could look into her eyes.
"I have dreamed of this," he traced a thumb across her bottom lip. "But I wasn't sure if you felt the same or even saw me in that way."
She swallowed nervously. "I did," she confessed. "I have thought about it for some time, but I worried that we might not be..." she search for the right word and finally settled on "compatible". She slid the palm of her hand over the bulge in his pants to make her point. It excited her when she felt him grow beneath her hand, his eyes fluttered and he swallowed, both reactions she enjoyed immensely.
"Ah, I can see your dilemma," he said, his voice had gone a bit husky. "I can assure you," he drew her hand up from where she had been casually messaging him--much to her disappointment--and laid a gentle kiss upon her fingers. She noticed her lacing was still tangled in his fingers but he didnt seem concerned with dropping it any time soon. "You have nothing to worry about in that respect."
"Good," Skye said and took a calming breath. "Now," Skye reclaimed her hand and slid both hands inside his jacket and over his shoulders. "Take off that ridiculous suit."
"You don't like it?" The skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement.
"I'd like it better on the floor." Skye said pushing his jacket off and letting it fall to his feet. He leaned forword and claimed her mouth with his again, she pulled his shirt free of his pants and started on the buttons as his hands roamed over her skin. Everywhere except the two places she wanted his touch. His fingers traced a warm teasing path just below her breasts and she began to suspect he was purposely not touching them to drive her even more crazy.
He stepped closer and kept walking until she had no option but to step back. He walked her backwards that way with his hands leaving hot trails all over her skin until her calves hit the bed and she fell back onto it.
He followed, a knee between her legs on the edge of the mattress and she felt a twinge of triumph to see his shirt fluttering open as she had only gotten the last button a moment before. She couldn't help but reach for him and trace the ridges of muscle on his abdomen and the sworls of wood grain patterns she had been so interested in earlier. He stripped his shirt off and tossed it away. Every movement making his muscles dance under her touch.
His hands closed over the band of the skirt of her light armor and eagerly worked it down and pulling him out of her reach. She lifted her hips off the bed to accomodate him as he pulled it and her panties off together in one smooth motion. She didn't see where they ended up because she only had eyes for him, wanting...no, needing...to see his reaction as he saw her for the first time without her armor.
She felt *** and...well, naked. She had ended up propped up on her elbows, with her knees curled together to one side and her feet up on the bed. He stayed frozen where he was for a few moments with one knee on the bed near her feet but not touching her. His eyes slowly roamed over the heaving mounds of her breasts, lingering on her hard nipples, she could almost feel his gaze as though he were touching her. Felt a tingling trail across her ribs in their wake, felt them trace the curve of her thigh and down to her knees. He reached for her knee and gently coaxed her to open, he only needed the barest touch of his fingers and she obediently unfolded for him. The cool air caressed her damp curls and his eyes settled on her core and he looked...hungry. She felt a tremor down her spine in response. Her pussy lips contracted in anticipation and she could feel herself cream. If he had chosen that moment to bury himself in her he would have met little to no resistance.
"You're trembling Commander."
Skye blinked up at him with what she was sure was probably a vacant expression, trying to gather her thoughts through the melted remains of her brain. Slowly she formulated a reply and finally remembered how to speak. "I think," she began, "there is a rule that if you see someone naked you can call them by their name."
That crooked smirk appeared on his lips again. He shifted his weight onto his hands on the mattress to either side of her and stalked up her body like some exotic cat.
"Your name," he said as he settled over her, holding himself up on his elbows, his hips a welcome weight between her legs and she could feel something warm and hard press against her thigh, "is burned into my mind." He nuzzled her nose with his. "It is so sweet on my tongue it is almost too much to bear saying out loud." His mouth came to rest next to her ear and he whispered. "Skye Demonbane."
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and swallowed. That simple word set her to trembling anew. She had waited a long time to hear him say it. Longer than she cared to admit. He was slowly driving her insane and she didn't know if she could take much more.
His mouth was suddenly on hers again. Soft and gentle, but she was done with soft. She wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss to something harder and desperate. Sucking on his lips one at a time and twirling her tongue around his. When he pulled away his eyes were dark and playful, he held her gaze as moved down and nipped the inside of one breast. She gasped.
"Was that too hard?" He worried.
"No, don't stop," she nearly sobbed in desperation and guided his head to her nipple. He went to work and sucked as much of her breast into his hot mouth as he could fit. Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure she made he mouthed and lapped and pressed his teeth into her flesh over and over again.
"Canach," she moaned. She rubbed her hands over every inch of him she could reach. His head and neck, his shoulders, his biceps. He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat that was somewhere between a hum and a growl and she could feel the vibration of it on her skin through his mouth. She needed him down lower, ached for him to be inside of her. But before that could happen she needed to get him out of those damn pants he was still wearing.
"Canach," Skye said. He made that sound again in response and she squirmed in pleasure. "Canach," she tried again, this time with a little push on his shoulder.
He relinquished her breast and moved as though to kiss her but she held him back. "Yes?" He asked.
"I want to see you," she bit her bottom lip nervously. "And touch you," she reached down between them but at this angle she could only reach far enough to brush her fingers along the top of his pants. So instead she busied herself with tracing the contours of his muscles just above that as she whispered, "and taste you."
It was his turn to tremble. He nipped and released her bottom lip and growled, "you will be the end of me woman."
"That's the idea," she said with a qwerk of her lips.
He rolled onto his back beside her, kicking his shoes off over the edge as he did and pushed himself fully onto the bed so his feet wouldn't dangle off the side. His hands went to his belt but she rolled up onto one elbow and cuffed them away. He complied with a chuckle and propped himself up on his his elbows much like she had earlier.
She rubbed the palm of her hand over the front of his pants. She could feel the shape of his shaft beneath, straining against its fabric prison. She didn't think it felt any different than a human's. Long and hard and thick. Perhaps a bit bigger than she was used to but she didn't know for sure until she could see it free of its confines. She didn't want to let it out yet.
Skye watched his reaction as she gently nipped his shaft through his pants. The light was dimmer under the canopy of the bed than in the rest of the room but she could still see his eyes darken.
She could also see his biolumnescent markings more clearly. When he had been kneeling on the edge of the bed he had still been in enough light for them to not be as noticable and after that she had been too distracted. But now she could see the lines and patches of yellow light pulsing bright and then dimming until almost dark and then bright yellow again all over his body like glowing tribal ***t.
"Wasn't your glow orange before?" She asked, resting her chin leisurely on his cock. At the same time she curiously traced the lines of light on his abdomen with her fingers.
His eyebrows pinched together as he processed the question. He flicked his eyes down to follow where she touched.
"It was. It changes over time. Sometimes it's--" she absently rubbed her cheek on him as he spoke and it obviously distracted him. Good. "effected by our mood, or our age, but we have some will over our bodies unlike other races. It's how I am able to grow thorns on my head or I could choose to grow leaves or branches. Its also how we choose our gender. We are not born with gender specific organs." He met and held her eyes, his crinkling at the edges. "We grow what we want."
Her eyes widened at the implications of that. "I have...so many more questions..."
"Are you delaying because you're afraid of what you might find?"
She locked eyes with his and smiled mischieviously. "I'm just waiting for the right moment." She continued rubbing her cheek on him teasingly. She nipped him again and rubbed her palm up and down the length of him.
"And when exactly--" he sucked in a breath at her ministrations, "would that be?"
She closed her mouth on his shaft again and hummed as she considered the question. "Not yet."
"Commander."
She licked his pants over the full length of his shaft.
"Commander," he said more urgently.
She caressed her hand over him. Nip. Stroke. Stroke faster.
"Skye," he hissed as his head fell back and his eyes closed.
"Now," she breathed, satisfied. She unbuckled his belt and released the buttons on his pants. She quickly pulled them down, pausing only to slide his socks off when his pants bunched at his ankles because of them, then they were off.
She paused, kneeling by his feet, to admire her handiwork. His chest was heaving, his eyes were hooded, and his cock stood at full salute.
His cock was not at all how she expected it to look. Then again she hadn't actually been sure what to expect. It was dark grey, almost black. In better light she guessed it would look a little green tinged like the rest of his skin but in the dim light it was...beautiful.
She moved closer and cradled it in her hand. Veins of yellow bioluminescence spread outward from the base of the head on the bottom side of the shaft, where it pulsed the brightest yellow almost white before darkening to yellow the further out the veins went. She swiped her thumb over that spot and enjoyed it when he gasped. The glowing veins continued all the way down the shaft and over his balls like tree roots. The head of his cock was shaped vaguely like a humans but looked like two large flower petals or rounded leaves folded one around the other. It still felt very much like human skin when she brushed her fingers over it, his abs contracted and relaxed at the touch.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and lapped her tongue over that brightest spot and up to the tip. She rolled her eyes up to watch his reaction as she sucked the head into her hot mouth. Much to her gratification he moaned and swore. She twirled her tongue around and suckled and lapped.
He reached down and gathered her black tresses into his hand to keep it out of the way and for something to hold onto as she flicked her tongue along his shaft. "By the pale tree you are good at that," he gasped.
She took him into her mouth, as far back as she could. She stroked her hand up and down the shaft, swallowed him into her mouth over and over again until his hips began twitching uncontrollably beneath her.
"Fuck. If you don't stop I'm going to cum," he exclaimed. He curled his fingers tighter in her hair and ***d her head up and off him. Arching her neck as far as it would go.
"Gods I love making you lose control like that," she gasped. He held her hair so that she couldn't reach him with her mouth but that didn't stop her from continuing to stroke him teasingly with her hands.
"Shit," he rasped. He let go of her hair to capture her wrists. "Enough," he growled and roughly maneuvered her onto her back in the middle of the bed and pinned her beneath him with her hands above her head.
He released her briefly to snatch something off the bed and returned with her suede lacing dripping from his fingers. She didn't remember when he had dropped it but he used it now. He started wrapping it around her wrists. "What are you doing?"
"No more touching until I say," he commanded roughly as he tied it off and then started tying the other end to the headboard.
Her heart fluttered, she wasn't sure how she felt about this but she was fairly certain she could break free from the thin string if absolutely necessary so she went with it.
He kissed the space between her breasts and then just below that on her abdomen. He paused, traced the spot with a finger. He stayed like that for a moment tracing the same space over and over. She looked down to see why he had stopped. He was studying her face, he had a mischievious glint in his eye, but that was basically his resting face so she easn't sure what to make of it.
"What?" She finally asked.
"Do you remember that time we were in Caudecus's Manor?" He traced distracting little shapes on her skin as he spoke. "And we found that mirror you were so facinated by."
Her eyes automatically flicked to the ceiling of the canopy over the bed, it was covered in lush emerald velvet, she half expected to find something else there.
"I don't know if facinated is the word for it. Horrified. Disgusted maybe."
He chuckled darkly. "Perhaps at first, anyone would when thinking of him using it. But you weren't ONLY horrified and disgusted." He bit down on one nipple, drawing a gasp from her.
"Whats your point?" She asked as his tongue drew a tantalizing line from that nipple to the other and gave it the same attention.
"I saw the look in your eye. The glance you gave me, the blush on your cheek before you looked away." He brushed his lips against said cheek, which was definately burning again now. "Maybe you didn't want me to see, or maybe you did. But it excited you. And I was the one your gaze was drawn to." He licked a line up her throat from the little hollow at the base to the bottom of her chin. "So did you?" he rasped in a breath against her lips. "Did you want me to see?"
"Yes," she breathed letting the truth free. He kissed her.
"I have something for you that I think you will like." He moved to the corner of the canopy and pulled one of the cords hanging there. Overhead the dark velvet parted to reveal a mirrior on the ceiling. It covered the entire surface over the bed unlike Caudecus's which had been miniscule in comparison. It reminded her that Canach never did anything halfway.
She could see herself sprawled on the bed the way Canach had displayed her, one knee bent, her ebony hair pooled around her head in dark waves, hands bound over her head.
Canach returned and coaxed her knees apart to kneel between them. Wanting a better view she hooked a heel behind his back and nudged him foreward. He complied, bending down over her, his hands on either side of her waist on the bed. In the mirror she could see the glowing yellow patterns across his back and ass. The way his muscles bunched and moved as he balanced over her. She felt heat bloom in her core. She slid her foot down to his ass and kneaded her heel into his flesh encouraging him to come closer. He went down to his elbows.
"Do you like it?" He asked, quite smugly she thought. Like it? She wanted to see him close the remaining space between them, fill her, to watch as his ass and hips flexed and the colors of his light pulsed while he moved inside of her. Completed her. She loved it.
"Fuck me." She whimpered. "Please. Please fuck me." She begged wrapping both legs around him and digging her heels into his ass to convey her urgency and draw him closer. Her hips lifted off the bed trying to find him and draw him in to her but he was just out of reach. "I need you inside of me, Canach, please."
"Pale mother," he swore and covered her mouth with his swallowing her pleas. She squirmed beneath him as he tasted and suckled her lips. "How can anyone refuse when you beg so pretty."
He rose up just enough so that he could reposition himself and reach down between them with one hand. She tried to hold still as he placed the head of his cock against her opening but she could feel tremors up and down her spine at the effort. And then he was sliding inside and her breath caught, the feeling of him slowly stretching her was the only sensation she could focus on.
"Fuck yes," he gasped. "Take it all, you are so wet."
"Canach," she whimpered as he hit home, fully inside of her.
"Good girl," he pressed his forehead against hers, his warm breath puffed against her cheek, "do you like how my sapling feels inside of you?"
She nodded, unable to speak. He grunted in acknowledgment. He began moving slowly, out and back in, out and in.
She bit her bottom lip. Her head fell back and she watched him in the mirror as his hips undulated and his ass bunched and relaxed, the muscles in his back straining as he held himself above her and moved with slow careful restraint. She moaned.
He lifted himself up higher and increased his s***d slightly. He looked down at her with heat filled eyes and cupped one of her breasts in one hand. He massaged it and then slapped it tearing an excited gasp from her lips. His hand moved to hold her by the throat, firm but not squeezing.
"Look at me," he commanded. She obediently met his purple eyes. She felt *** with the way she was tied up and yet somehow safe in his hands. She realized then that she trusted him completely and she felt a fuzzy warmth blossom around her heart.
Satisfied in what he saw in her eyes he released her throat. He cupped her face and pressed his thumb against her lips.
"Open," he said and almost automatically her lips parted. He pressed the digit inside. She sucked on it, lathed her tongue around it. "Good." He purred removing it from her mouth. He reached down between them. His wet thumb found her little nub and started circling it.
A pressure started building within her almost immediately. She squirmed and moaned against the double pleasure of his dick inside of her, filling her, and his thumb stroking mercilessly. She clutched ***ly at her bonds. "Gods, Canach," she cried. "Don't stop."
"Thats right, cum for me commander. I want that little pussy clutching at my cock. Milk all the sap from it."
"Oh Gods." She felt it mounting, so close to the edge.
"Dragontamer." He emphasised the word with a thrust full inside. "Godslayer.'' Thrust. "Mine," he growled rubbing his thumb faster. "Say it," he pressed his forehead against hers again. "Say that you're mine."
"I'm--I'm yours--" her words dissolved into cries of pleasure as she neared the apex.
"Look at me, I want those pretty smokey eyes on me when you cum," he leaned his head back enough so that she could meet his gaze, she obeyed with some difficulty because her eyes wanted to roll into the back of her head instead. "Cum for me Skye."
She spilled over the edge. Her body stiffened, her thighs trembled, her insides exploded as the orgasm took her in rolling waves of never ending pleasure that had her gasping for breath.
"Fuck," Canach gasped, his voice catching in his throat as her innerwalls contracted around him. He reached up and tugged on the laces around her wrists, he must have tied some sort of slip knot because they came free easily. She flexed her hands into fists and relaxed them a couple times to get feeling back before reaching up to hold onto him because he had started fucking her in earnest now, hard and fast. She clutched at his shoulders and held on for the ride. The side of his face pressed against the side of hers. With a grunt he reached over head with one hand and grabbed the headboard for more purchase. She loved how he felt inside her with the fading remains of her orgasm pulling at him.
"Oh Gods Canach."
"Skye," he gasped. His strokes became jerky, slowed, in the mirror above she saw his inner light brighten and turn almost white, then he buried himself into her one last time with a cry and went ridged, emptying his seed within her.
He let out his breath and collapsed against her. They lay there for a few moments, recovering. She admired how he fit against her in the mirror with her pale arms and legs wrapped around his darker form pulsing yellow in places. She absently stroked her fingers at the base of his neck with one hand and ran her palm up and down his back with the other. She tucked her face in to the crook of his throat and breathed him in. He smelled of his cologne but below that he smelled woodsy and sweet and like sex, with it mingled her own musk. He responded by nuzzling into the nape of her neck as well.
After a few breaths he finally lifted his head to look at her. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his nose against hers. He kissed her, a brief tender meeting of lips, a trace of tongue, then he gently kissed her forehead.
With a short satisfied sigh he rolled away. She watched him in the mirror as he climbed under the covers and rearranged the pillows beneath him. She sat up and twisted on her elbow to look at him with a teasing smile. "I can't believe you actually had mirrors installed over the beds, and somehow made it look elegant."
"Yes, well, I was properly inspired." He said with one of his customary smirks. He had folded back the covers next to him to make space for her. He reached out a hand to her. "Come here and keep me warm, commander."
Skye frowned at the use of her title again, but this time it was for another reason. Much to her own chargrine she was actually growing fond of his use of it but something else was nagging at her.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, reading her expression.
"Nothing." She joined him under the covers and cuddled in next to him, resting her head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist before she admitted, "its just, Balthazar is dead, the dragons are gone, except for Aurene who is sleeping and who knows if she will ever wake again in our lifetime. It doesn't seem like Tyria has need of the commander anymore, so I am not sure what or who I am now."
He hmmed and was silent for some time. Finally he said, "This world is big, and you haven't seen nearly all of it." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and continued, "maybe the need for the commander has passed, maybe it hasn't, maybe there is something right around the next corner, but you will always be my commander. There will never be a time for as long as I breathe that I will not need you."

Edited February 13 by SilverEyes
Adjusted a sentence for better structure