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Valentine’s Day with Ajax was always far from mundane. If anyone was going to go all out during the festival of love, it was him.
It’s not like he needed a reason to use the sickening amount of money he made from the fatui to spoil you in the first place, but it sure was a nice excuse to use whenever you gave him a pointed look at the fourth flower bouquet in a row.
Which is why he was greatly disappointed when he was assigned to a mission abroad at the start of the month, knowing his absence would be further pronounced during this period. And when he smothered your face with kisses right before leaving, you, too, felt a small ache in your heart despite your bitching about him being gross.
But none of this meant your special day was forsaken; in the days that followed, every time you returned to your shared home, you were greeted with gifts personally delivered by one of his loyal subordinates.
Every. single. day.
Fancy chocolate boxes, high-end jewelry, luxury bags and shoes, stuffed animals, flowers. Everything one could think of.
It made you wonder where the hell he was getting all this stuff, let alone the time to even get it in the first place. But all your curiosity and doubts completely vanished whenever you read the letters attached to each gift.
Ajax had beautiful penmanship. Your mind often struggled to recall that the hands he used to grip a weapon in life-or-death scenarios were the same hands he used to write loving words and draw hearts on a neatly folded piece of paper for his beloved.
His letters went from ramblings and not-so-humble recounts of his battles to admissions of how much he thought about you. How much he missed your smell and warmth, and how hard of a time he had falling asleep without it.
As the updates of his mission concluding started coming in with the estimate of his return being around the 14th, so did the indecent letters describing in detail the extent of his longing for you.
If anyone else had read those letters, they would’ve thought he was in unfathomable agony, and the only solution to his pain would be to fuck you senseless.
Nevertheless, you didn’t take it as a warning sign of any kind, as you were used to longer periods apart and were also looking forward to the nights you spent together every time he returned.
But you must have underestimated just how much he meant it this time.
In all your years of living in Snezhnaya, you never imagined you could ever feel this hot, not here, not anywhere at all.
His long hands were currently intertwined with yours as he pinned them next to each side of your face, occasionally squeezing them. The gesture was gentle, but the hard thrusts against your abused cervix were anything but.
The layer of sweat on your bodies was making every movement between you nearly frictionless. Each roll of his hips made the muscles of his back flex and stimulated your poor cunt to come for what felt like the hundredth time underneath his larger frame.
You knew he had a reputation for his endurance and flexibility in battle, but you couldn’t believe this was even possible. Each time his hot cum spilled inside of you, not a minute went by of him being snugly tucked in you before he twitched in renewed arousal, switching your positions and repeating the process a torturous number of times.
Your senses were completely numb; you could not register anything besides the snap of his hips against yours that made your exposed breasts swing freely, and the tear stains that hardly had the opportunity to dry before being replaced by fresh ones down your temple.
It was so, so hot. Suffocatingly so.
You were on the brink of falling unconscious more than once; the only thing keeping you barely aware were the mind-blowing orgasms he kept tearing out of you. You stopped counting how many you’ve had once each started blending with the last.
The small window of the room manifested the contrast between the foggy inside and the cold serenity of the outside, the first appearance of faint daylight since you found yourself in this situation last night.
Last night.
You had not slept a wink during the whole night.
You wondered if Ajax just forgot you were not as flexible and durable as him, but no. This was just utter insanity. He had lost his mind.
Yet, you were even more astonished at how much you enjoyed every minute of it; The sticky combination of your fluids gushing out of you with each thrust and dripping down your ass onto the mattress, your spent walls kept clenching around him as he fucked you like it was still the first round, how your heavy breaths mingled in your intimate distance, and how you were the one responsible for him being in this state to begin with.
When you felt his hips stutter once more, your legs tightened around him, and you did nothing more than pathetically whine when you came with him, knowing fully well the Valentine’s celebration was far from over.