devotion undying [an aylin/isobel omegaverse fic] (Patreon)

Aylin’s hands shook as she bolted the door to Isobel’s room, fumbling through the motions. She’d cleaved Ketheric Thorm— that wretched, villainous abomination—from neck to navel and split his head beneath her boot like a rotten fruit upon the flagstones. Yet her fingers trembled with something so simple as the turn of a lock. There had been no delicate work to occupy her hands in the Shadowfell, and much had been forgotten.Much, but not everything.A warm presence approached Aylin from behind, sidling close enough for her to catch the familiar scent of lavender perfume. Isobel’s perfume. “Aylin?”Aylin flinched, sensing Isobel’s hand as it hovered near her shoulder, not quite making contact. Her mate’s touch should have been a comfort long overdue, but a cold, leaden sensation sat in the pit of her stomach. If she dared turn and look, Isobel might vanish, fading into dust and darkness. It was in Shar’s nature to torment her foes with such sadistic delusions. How better to break a heart than return it, living and whole, only to carve it out once more?My Isobel. My mate. My heart. Has she truly returned unto me?Aylin’s hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. Her every aching heartbeat had rung hollow while Isobel lay dead in the ground, never to smile, laugh, or kiss her again. And she, the once-proud, once-regal, once-resplendent Dame Aylin, reduced to a caged beast for slaughter. She’d failed in her sacred duties as an alpha. Failed to protect Isobel, her one and only love. Failed to take vengeance on those who had murdered her mate, her joy.For a piercing moment, Aylin forgot what it was to breathe. Isobel, dead… Her, helpless…Isobel’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a loose embrace. “Are you all right, darling?”Slowly, Aylin relaxed. The warm, soft body molded to her back was familiar. It was real. Isobel was real. Aylin exhaled a deep sigh of gratitude. In the most wondrous of miracles, Mother Selûne had seen fit to reunite them.Isobel rested her cheek against Aylin’s back, between her folded wings. If she minded the feel of cold metal on her face, she gave no outward sign. “Sorry,” she said, in the same low and breathy voice that Aylin had fought to remember over a century of separation. “What a foolish question, after all you’ve suffered. I mean, is there anything I can do?”The corners of Aylin’s lips tugged into a smile—weak, but genuine. It mattered little that she was out of practice. She would smile once for every precious star in the heavens if only to see Isobel smile in turn. “In this moment, my dearest love, I have all I have ever wanted, little though I deserve it. I have you.”Isobel laughed her silvery laugh, and Aylin’s heart skipped to hear it. “Let me decide what you deserve, my angel. Now, away with your armor. It’s much too cold. Not to mention the blood.”Aylin turned in Isobel’s arms, willing her armor and the padded clothes beneath to dissolve in motes of faint golden light. The weight of the shining silver plate was negligible, thanks to its ephemeral nature, but worry hung heavy upon her shoulders. Nakedness left more than her physical body bare before Isobel’s wide-eyed gaze.Broken and pieced back together a hundred times and more, Aylin knew she was not as Isobel remembered. The proud alpha who had courted Isobel and won her heart. The alpha who had pledged to Isobel’s lifelong happiness. Her love and pledge remained, but her body was no longer that woman’s body, nor was her mind that woman’s mind.Will my darling have me, broken as I am?With one last squeeze, Isobel unwound her arms from around Aylin’s torso. She ran her palms down Aylin’s triceps, then her forearms, raising hairs in the wake of her whispering fingertips. Staring longingly into Aylin’s eyes, she lifted Aylin’s left hand to her lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles, the same loyal, loving gesture Aylin had performed countless times before.Aylin’s heart lurched into her throat. She tried to speak, but words seemed wholly inadequate. The love that shone in Isobel’s pale blue eyes needed none. She watched Isobel kiss one of the golden lines that bound her shattered body together, a scar that ran between her first and second knuckle and curved toward the base of her thumb.“I hope your heart already knows this,” Isobel murmured, turning Aylin’s hand to kiss another line of filigree encircling her wrist, “but no matter how much everything else may change, my love for you never will.”A tear escaped the corner of Aylin’s eye, following one of the scars along her cheek to catch her lip. Her second smile came easier, and she hoped the rest would too, until she collected all the pieces of herself she’d lost across a century of woe. Despite her doubts, she couldn’t help but believe her mate’s whispered promise. Isobel had never lied to her before.“My love for you, my dearest heart, will outlive even this immortal form of mine.” Tentatively, Aylin wrapped an arm around Isobel’s waist, pulling her close. Even after a century apart, her body well remembered how perfectly Isobel’s form fit against hers, two halves of one whole. The weight of grief began to lift at last.Isobel stood on her toes to kiss Aylin’s neck. A shudder ran down Aylin’s spine. The roots of her wings tingled as Isobel’s tongue laved one of the gilded scars she’d borne before her imprisonment: the imprint of Isobel’s teeth at the base of her throat. Running her fingers over its familiar texture had been one of the only Aylin’s only comforts when the memory of Isobel’s face threatened to slip from her mind’s grasp.“Take me to bed,” Isobel said, taking Aylin’s hands and guiding them down to her backside. “Should it please you, I mean.”Aylin grasped Isobel’s rear, lifting her effortlessly. The old, welcome warmth of desire raced along her bare skin as Isobel’s legs wrapped around her waist. She buried her face in Isobel’s hair, inhaling deeply. Isobel’s scent was like the sweet, warm woodsmoke of a fire to welcome her home. “Nothing would please me more, my lady. If you would still have me.”Isobel’s arms wound around Aylin’s neck, fingers tangling in her loose hair. Aylin failed to stifle a groan as Isobel’s nails raked against her scalp. “And you,” Isobel said, gazing up into her eyes, “are still a fool. My fool. I will have no one else but you.”Aylin’s heart resumed beating in earnest for the first time in a hundred years. All for Isobel, whose love hadn’t wavered in her absence, nor upon her return as a shadow of former glory. Love burned ever-bright in Isobel’s eyes. Her Isobel.“Then you shall have me, and whatever else you desire.” Aylin carried Isobel to the bed, laying her down carefully but not yet settling overtop. She folded her wings around them to ward off the chill and braced herself over Isobel’s supine form. Isobel was no less than a vision of purest beauty, with her short white hair clinging to a kohl-darkened cheek where her makeup had smeared with joyful tears, but she wore far too many clothes.Though Aylin tried to take her time, hands and lips lingering on every inch of skin beneath Isobel’s robes, her desire burned too fast and fierce for patience. She drew the robes up and over Isobel’s head, pulling several stitches along the seams in her haste. The robes fell away, forgotten on the floor, leaving Isobel in only her smallclothes.Isobel wound her limbs around Aylin, clinging close. She refused to let go for more than a moment when Aylin removed her breastband, and lifted her hips impatiently as Aylin pulled down her underwear. The heat of her mouth followed the scars on Aylin’s throat, the line of her jaw, and then her chin before surging up to taste her lips.In the aftermath of battle, Aylin had only drunk from the sweet well of Isobel’s mouth for a few precious moments before explanations took priority. Now, nothing else required her attention. She had waited one hundred years for this, and she’d gladly spend a hundred more doing just this: kissing her mate. Her living, breathing mate, who smelled of love and want.Isobel’s nails raked down Aylin’s back, but with such gentle care that Aylin trembled in anticipation. After a century of nothing but pain, her body had all but forgotten the subtler, more pleasurable sensations. Her heart clenched at the thought. She hoped she could remember gentleness, or at the very least re-learn it, for sweet Isobel’s sake.“Gods, I’ve missed you,” Isobel muttered, her breath warm against Aylin’s cheek. “My Aylin. My angel.”Aylin’s eyes burned, her throat tight with emotion. Rarely did she find herself at a loss for words, especially where Isobel was concerned. She had not hesitated to confess her love at the earliest opportunity and made a habit of doing so every day after. But now, what was left to say? What love-pledges could she make now, after all they had endured? After Isobel’s death and a thousand of her own?“I love you endlessly,” she said at last. The truth, bare as bone.Isobel kissed Aylin again, and Aylin was lost. Tears streamed down the gilded pathways on her cheeks, washing clean the lingering filth of Shar’s domain. To know Isobel—her omega, her mate—was to be purified, born anew in a way wholly different than the rebirths her mother’s immortality bestowed. And yet, it was no less divine in nature.Aylin rejoiced in Isobel’s body, taste, and scent with a fervor she could not contain. Nor did she wish to. Isobel did not wish it either, encouraging her explorations with adorable whines and gasps. Her hands roamed over every part of Aylin she could reach, as though wanting to take it all in at once. Aylin understood the sentiment. Instinct demanded she soak in every inch of Isobel’s skin until nothing remained between them.She blazed a trail downward with lips, teeth, and tongue, nipping Isobel’s collarbone, kissing her sternum, and sucking the peaks of her nipples to stiff points. Isobel tasted of warmth and sweat and life, in clear defiance of all she had endured.Aylin bit Isobel’s nipple out of habit, but before she could chastise herself for the selfish impulse, Isobel’s hands tangled in her hair, urging her on. “Remind me,” Isobel gasped, tugging the roots of Aylin’s hair. “I need you to remind me.”With those words, Aylin was freed yet again. Isobel was hers, just as she was Isobel’s, and they’d been kept apart far too long. On this blessed night, the night of their reunion, they had the gift of time. Time for gentleness, time for tears, time to unburden their heavy hearts. Time enough to re-learn each other thoroughly after slaking their thirst.Aylin slid her hand between Isobel’s thighs, growling around Isobel’s nipple as they parted for her touch. Her head spun and her heart pounded with the overpowering need to touch and taste and take. She dragged three fingers through the wet heat of Isobel’s desire, gathering slickness to spread over Isobel’s clit.Isobel’s mouth fell open and she gave a strangled cry. Her lashes fluttered as she tossed her head against the pillow, panting through the clinging strands of her hair on her cheek. She bucked into Aylin’s touch. “Gods above and below,” she gasped, “I need you.”With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Aylin kissed Isobel’s other breast, biting hard enough to make Isobel tense and shudder. She settled her full weight over Isobel, relaxing the moment their flushed, damp skin touched. Oh, how she’d missed this! The softness, the feverish ecstasy of flesh on flesh, with Isobel’s arms wrapped tight around her.Isobel’s body ran hot—hotter than Aylin recalled. Whether she’d grown so accustomed to the steel-cold bite of the Shadowfell that she hardly remembered what true warmth was, or whether she was the cause of Isobel’s fever, Aylin didn’t know, but she burned for Isobel just the same. The holiness of their union blazed bright within her heart.She circled Isobel with the pads of her fingers, re-learning the amount of speed and pressure her love preferred, before falling easily into old habits. Her hands, so foolish and clumsy before, remembered Isobel like the notes of a favorite song. She slid two fingers within, hissing as Isobel’s silken heat clenched around her knuckles, and brought her thumb to Isobel’s clit.Wetness flooded Aylin’s palm as Isobel arched beneath her. She curled her fingers, applying firm pressure, until Isobel pulled her up by the hair for another kiss. Still, she curled and stroked as Isobel sucked her tongue and nipped at her lips, clearly intent on devouring her. The sweet scent of Isobel’s desire grew richer still, an incense that clouded Aylin’s mind of all but omega. Mate. Hunger.Aylin slid a third finger inside Isobel, relishing her throaty cry. For the first time in a century, warmth pooled low in Aylin’s belly and her length stirred against her thigh. Her teeth, her bones, her very marrow ached for Isobel. She broke from the kiss to work her way down Isobel’s shuddering body, from breast to navel to hips, then scattered bites across her parted thighs. Trails of wetness gleamed there and shimmering strands clung to Aylin’s fingers. She couldn’t help but take pride in the knowledge that she had caused them.“You look gorgeous as always between my legs,” Isobel said, stroking Aylin’s hair.Aylin smiled, heart aglow. Chivalry demanded she adore her darling before seeking her own selfish pleasure. That, at least, had not changed. She ducked beneath Isobel’s knees and licked her in a straight line, groaning as the earthy scent of arousal and sharp tang of salt greeted her tongue. She’d missed this more than anything else on the material plane. Sweet Isobel, though mortal, tasted of the divine.Hunger soon overpowered her—the searing, clawing need to have Isobel for her very own. Not merely to claim Isobel, but serve with all possible devotion. She buried her face between Isobel's legs, licking and sucking with ravenous intent.Isobel’s cries rose to the rafters like fervent prayer. She dug her heels into Aylin’s back, rocking against Aylin’s mouth. A distant part of Aylin’s mind knew she’d forgone her former patience and finesse, but the taste and scent of Isobel’s passions tempted her to devour her mate to the fullest. She pumped three fingers in and out of Isobel, lapping at the slick mess that gushed around them.At last, she was home. They were home.Isobel tugged Aylin’s hair, thighs clenching with each stroke. “Aylin!”Aylin buried her tongue alongside her fingers, luxuriating in the taste, then sucked Isobel’s clit, teasing its hood with the edges of her teeth. She sensed Isobel’s signals, the subtle signs of an impending peak: quick breaths, twitching thighs, and quivering hips. She craved Isobel’s release like air, like moonlight upon her skin. She was, as always, unworthy—but she would take all that was given.“You're too good to me,” Isobel gasped, squeezing her thighs around Aylin’s head. She wriggled on the bed, no longer thrusting into Aylin’s mouth, but squirming out of reach as best she could while sprawled on her back. Her body shivered so violently that Aylin pulled away, confused, concerned, and disappointed.“My love?”Isobel stared at her with a wild, desperate look: makeup smeared, cheeks flushed, eyes as bright as the blazing silver fire of Aylin’s sword. “Come with me. In me. Please.”Aylin’s cock pulsed, remembering its former purpose, aching with pressure. The mere thought of being within Isobel again, filling her, tied to her, stirred the dormant alpha within. She allowed herself a firm bite on the plump meat of Isobel’s thigh before pushing her mate's knees back toward her shoulders.Isobel threw her head back, scrabbling for purchase until her hands found the tops of Aylin’s thighs. Her groans trailed off into a whimper. “Oh yes, Aylin, please.”“I cannot deny you, my darling,” Aylin murmured, squeezing the backs of Isobel’s thighs. The smell of incense and arousal swelled as she spread Isobel’s legs further apart, kneeling between them. “Were you to ask for the stars themselves, I would bring them hence to rest as a crown upon your brow, and the stars would be blessed to adorn your brighter countenance.”A flush spread from Isobel’s kohl-streaked cheeks, crawling down her slender throat toward her collarbone. She nudged her heel lightly against Aylin’s shoulder. “I love you more than words, but less talking. More thrusting.”Aylin laughed through her smile. This truly was her Isobel. “As my lady wishes.” She tightened her grip on the backs of Isobel’s thighs, tilting her pelvis to align them.They rocked together as the underside of Aylin’s shaft grazed Isobel’s warmth. Isobel was already a slippery mess, more than open, more than willing. Aylin’s abdomen clenched as answering heat built low in her belly. Even after a century of isolation, she recognized it for what it was: heat, rut, an omega’s call for their alpha. It was a primal dance as ancient and wondrous as the celestial bodies.“Truly I am blessed,” she said, rubbing against Isobel again. It still bewildered her that Isobel had waited for her all this time, but wait she had. And, oh, how grateful Aylin was for it.Isobel growled, raking her nails down Aylin’s thighs and adjusting the angle until Aylin’s cockhead rested against her entrance. Aylin hissed at the sensation of slippery heat, snapping her hips. She sank in easily, burying the first two inches with hardly any resistance at all. Isobel gave a throaty groan of approval, so Aylin sank deeper, further, until their pelvises met.They melted into each other, sighing as one.Slowly, Aylin told herself. Gently. Though Isobel was as strong an omega as she was stubborn, eager to take everything Aylin could give, the powers of a demigod were immense. Aylin dared not even dream of harming her. She set a soft, careful pace, analyzing Isobel’s every breath, her every squeeze and shudder.Isobel’s velvet walls rippled around Aylin’s cock, squeezing tighter, attempting to draw her deeper. “Darling, yes. More.”Aylin’s lashes fluttered and her mouth fell open in ecstasy. A quiet whine caught in her throat, one she couldn’t have stifled if she tried. Until this very moment, she’d forgotten what paradise felt like. To be within Isobel, body and soul, was truly a greater heavenly reward than what lay beyond the Gates of the Moon.The burn of Isobel’s skin, the intoxicating scent of her heat, and the pure, honest love shining in her crystal blue eyes proved more than Aylin’s patience could withstand. She pumped faster, pushing Isobel’s knees further back toward her shoulders for a better angle. Isobel was liquid fire around her—tight, slippery heat that threatened to draw her pleasure out before the proper time.Isobel chewed furiously at her lip, tossing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. “Stop that, you villain,” she gasped, dragging her nails sharply down Aylin’s outer thighs. “You’ll make me come too soon if you—if you…” Her body spoke differently, cleaving even tighter to Aylin’s.A raging fire shot straight between Aylin's legs. The base of her shaft swelled, the beginnings of a knot that pounded with aching pressure. To bring Isobel such bliss meant that she still had purpose. Her former glory had not dimmed forever and for good. "Take your pleasure, beloved of mine. Let me give you all that you deserve.”She picked up speed, basking in the exquisite sensations of Isobel falling apart around and beneath her. The bulk of her knot throbbed, aching at the kiss of Isobel’s heat. Despite the mighty temptation to shove all the way in, Aylin resisted. She would not fail Isobel. Never again. She grazed Isobel's clit once more, with the lightest brush of her fingers.Isobel came, shouting Aylin’s name to the rooftops. Her body tensed and arched like the string of a bow before loosing its arrow, then snapped, inner walls fluttering wildly. They squeezed so tight, milking and massaging with each sharp contraction, that Aylin forgot her restraint. She sank the rest of the way in, grunting as Isobel’s heat sealed around her knot. It swelled to its full size, sending pleasurable pangs of pressure along Aylin’s length.“Love you,” Isobel gasped, smiling up at her.With those words, Aylin was lost. To be within her love at the heights of passion shattered all attempts at self-restraint. She could not help but join her mate in ecstasy. As the pounding fullness within burst forth in pulses of rapturous heat, Aylin took solace in the joyful, open-mouth smile that hung upon Isobel’s face like the pale beauty of the crescent moon. Isobel was rejoicing in her pleasure—in their pleasure, reunited at long last.After that, Aylin’s thoughts smeared into a bright blur of passion. White spots danced before her eyes as she rocked her hips with Isobel’s, unable to withdraw from her fluttering warmth, yet ever so delighted to be trapped within. She soared higher than even her wings could carry her, lifting with each gush of release, with Isobel’s every little moan and cry.This was truly her Isobel. Her mate. The warm glow of love grew to fill the cold, empty space that had followed Aylin from the Shadowfell. She would give Isobel everything, all that she had and all that she was. She would give every heart-pledge, every whispered lover’s promise, every drop of her seed until Selûne saw fit to bless Isobel’s womb with proof of her undying devotion.That hope burned hot as the ravenous flames of the Hells within Aylin’s core. Tied though they were, she rutted harder, driven to madness by the thought of Isobel carrying her pups—softer, fuller, and even more beautiful, her belly rounded with new life. Aylin emptied in harsh spurts, completely lost to her love, determined to flood Isobel’s core until her omega could hold no more.Isobel came again, or kept coming—Aylin could hardly tell. She pulsed and squeezed at Aylin’s knot, tossing her head upon the pillows. Her eyes fluttered open for only the briefest of moments, but the glazed look of love and satisfaction within melted the last of Aylin’s despair like a spring thaw.She did her best to carry them through the aftershocks despite her spinning head and trembling limbs, but their bliss carried on for a very long while. When she at last collapsed, utterly spent and exhausted, over Isobel’s trembling form, Isobel welcomed her with open arms. She clung tight to Aylin, the both of them trembling together, bathed in sweat and moonlight, shining resplendent in their love for one another.Aylin folded her wings around them, warding the chill away from their cooling bodies. To her surprise, Isobel's skin still burned unusually hot beneath hers. “Are you well, my darling?” she asked, kissing the furrow between Isobel’s brows. Her lips wandered further, kissing the point of Isobel’s nose, then her chin, and only then her lips in the softest possible meeting of mouths.“For the moment,” Isobel panted, “though I fear I’ll need you again once I've caught my breath.” A shy smile spread across her face as she batted her lashes. “I trust you don’t mind?”Aylin laughed, an honest laugh that filled her belly. She kissed Isobel again, longer and deeper. “Mind? It is nothing less than an honor, one which I shall gladly accept despite my unworthiness.”Isobel’s lower lip poked out in an adorable pout. It reminded Aylin of old times, when Isobel ruled the whole of her heart with as little as a single look. “I decide what you are worthy of, Dame Aylin. Besides, who’s to say I’m worthy of you?”“Why, myself, of course….” Aylin smiled, shaking her head. Arguing with Isobel was pointless as ever. She sighed, burying her nose in the crook of Isobel’s shoulder. The welcome scent of their mixed arousal clung to her skin. Isobel finally smelled like her again. “Very well. You have bested me, as you so often do. I shall endeavor to prove worthy of your love instead.”“Well, I’d say you’re off to an excellent start.” Isobel’s smile became a wry smirk. The sole of her foot dragged along Aylin’s calf, then lifted to press a heel beneath her backside. She rocked her hips slowly, causing a low groan to catch in Aylin’s throat. “But, should you wish to prove your devotion again…”Ever so gently, Aylin took Isobel’s mating mark between her teeth and began thrusting, urging Isobel’s legs to wind around her waist. She would prove her devotion again, over and over, until Isobel’s heat was sated and their hearts were full.