Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Riding out the Storm	By : Lady_Kae Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Het - Male/Female Views: 1565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the properties or characters from World's Dawn. There is no money being made from this fiction.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
A/N: This chapter is 9 months in the making. I was scared I was losing the drive for this one until recently. I participated in NaNoWriMo last month and I've actually finished the first draft of an original fantasy/action-adventure/romance erotica novel. Long story short, my hubs forced me to take a break from that project, but because of it, I picked this one back up after starting the game over again. And Sage of Discord, don't worry ;) I've got plans for these two lovebirds.

Chapter 3: Light
Riding out the Storm
A World's Dawn Fanfiction

It was still dark in the room when Quint woke up. He was curled around Delaney, still wearing only his leather breeches and her face was buried against the slope of his neck. A slow, content smile spread over his face as he turned enough to kiss her brow and Quint felt her sigh in her sleep. His back and shoulders had never felt so loose, all of his stress felt as if it had melted away completely for the first time in almost a full decade. Quite frankly, Quint was feeling super appreciative. His smile took on a naughtier mean as he looked down at his lover and he chuckled deviously as a thought came to mind.
It was time to start gathering some data after all and Delaney was a hard sleeper.
How much would he be able to take off before she finally woke up?
Delaney hissed as pleasure suddenly assaulted every single nerve ending and she opened bleary eyes to find locks of green bobbing ever so slightly between her legs. He nibbled on her clit and she screamed in delight at the feeling of his lips, teeth, and tongue mercilessly working the bundle of nerves. Wakefulness crashed into her even as her libido soared hot and high to match his avidity. “Oh shit! Quint!” Delaney cried in delectation, and her fingers found purchase in his hair as her back arched in response.
Quint chuckled as he ran his tongue around the little man in the boat and he lifted his head up for a moment. “I think it’s going to be hard to top just how sweet you are Laney,” he purred.
Delaney’s eyes met Quint’s and they were wild with desire already. “Less talking, more eating!” she hissed, only to scream as her lover followed her directive. Sweet goddesses, the man knew how to eat pussy! “Fuck yes! Quint!”
This was, by far, the best way to be woken up!

Quint was breathing hard as he nosed Delaney’s hair out of the way before kissing her neck. By the shades, she was voracious in her appetite for him. “ You know,” he panted as he nuzzled her neck sweetly. Her shoulders were heaving against his chest as they both fought to catch their breaths and the sentinel held her close from behind. He was nowhere near ready to let her go yet. “We’re going to miss the festival completely if you don’t let me out of this bed.”
Delaney was just getting ready to reply when a soft knock echoed through the room and both their brows furrowed as they looked at the clock.
It wasn’t even eight in the morning yet.
“I’ll get the door, darlin’,” whispered Delaney as Quint let her move off the bed.
He laid down flat against the mattress, wondering just who was at the door all the while. Delaney gave him a wink as she plucked his shirt up from the floor and Quint laughed softly. She certainly had no qualms in people knowing about them. T he few people he had told were just glad that the both of them were as deliriously happy they were. His blue eyes were glued to her perfect ass as her hips shifted invitingly under the fabric. His nostrils flared a little as his avidity began taking hold of him again.
Be it that first night, or right now, there truly was nothing sexier than the sight of Delaney wearing his clothing. At least as far as Quint was concerned.
Delaney opened the door a little and she leaned against the doorjamb. She could hear the rustle of leather, meaning Quint was getting his breeches on at the least. “Morning Hunter, did you need something?” she asked.
“Morning Laney. I’m sorry to bother you so early. Uncle Benjamin sent me over to ask if you had any extra eggs and sugar this morning. He didn’t have the chance to hit the bakery for basics yesterday as we were busy with a job,” replied the apprentice carpenter with a small, albeit confused grin. “I don’t know why, but that shirt looks familiar,” he added with a murmur.
Delaney chortled a little as she looked towards the kitchen. Quint was grabbing a glass of water and he told her via hand signals how many eggs she had. If her father and uncles could have had their way, she would have made for a hell of a sentinel. “I have an extra bag of sugar and a dozen eggs I can give you guys if that’ll be enough. Don’t bother paying me back either, considering you and Ben were here on emergency the other night helping me to fix that pipe in my kitchen. Let me go grab those for you Hunter.”
Hunter’s face had grown perplexed when he heard the faucet turn on even though the sole occupant of the house was right before him. The door opened a little more as Delaney walked into the kitchen and the young man’s brow rose when he saw a familiar, moss colored head from behind. What was more surprising; and Hunter felt his heart warm with happiness for the two, were the genuine smiles of joy on both their faces when Quint wrapped his arms around Delaney for a moment to kiss her when she was close enough. The sentinel’s presence certainly explained why the shirt was familiar.
The carpenter knew Delaney’s age, and in all honesty, he had to admit that Quint was the best possible choice for her to make. While he didn’t know a lot about the sentinel’s past, Hunter knew that Quint had led a heavy, and hard life ever since his injury. The man was well past his due in needing his life brightened up. Delaney’s laughter pulled the young man from his thoughts as Quint kept his hold on her, scooping her back towards the counters. A bowl with the promised eggs and a bag of sugar were sitting on the granite and the farmer was chastising him for not letting her finish her task.
“You may as well come on in, Hunter. You know I’m here now,” Quint chuckled as he rose his eyes to meet the woodworker’s. He then nuzzled Delaney’s neck, closing the blue orbs as he relished in his content. “I warned you fair and square I wasn’t ready to let you go yet, sweetness.”
The romantic sentiment made his chest feel warm and fuzzy. The unspoken intent made the corner of his mouth quirk up. More than likely, that counter would be seeing some action the moment he was off the premises. If Hunter were in Quint’s shoes, that would be exactly what he would do if another man was seeking out his lover for something so early in the morning. It was just the way of men to keep themselves cemented at the forefront of their lady’s minds.

Hunter couldn’t help but have the sneaking suspicion that Delaney would love the sentinel getting all alpha with her. “I’ll see you both tonight. Thanks again for the eggs and sugar Laney. Good to see you looking so well, Quint,” he said with a quick wink. The quirk of the other man’s lips confirmed his suspicions has he gathered up the items the farmer was kind enough to share with Hunter and his uncle. Just as quickly, the carpenter’s apprentice let himself out of the house, and he shut the door behind him.
Delaney shook her head as she smacked Quint’s arm playfully. “That macho display was unnecessary, darlin’,” she said, though her tone was slightly amused.
Quint chuckled as he turned his lover around before placing her on the counter. His eyes glittered as they met her own and his smile was rakish as he leaned in close. “It absolutely was necessary, sweetness,” whispered the sentinel as he rubbed his nose to hers. “I’m protecting what’s mine.”
Delaney matched his chuckle as her arms wrapped around his neck in a loose hold. “Is that so? If I’m yours, Quint, does that make you mine as well?” She hummed happily as her lover kissed her deeply though it turned into a gasp of need when her body was pulled flush against his.
“Every single part of me, Lane. Every breath I breathe, each beat of my heart…Everything I have in me to give is yours,” whispered the sentinel against her lips. The tenderness in which he spoke with surprised even himself, Quint realized. He hadn’t put too much thought into the relationship that they were pursuing, as they had agreed to just take it slow. This wasn’t a case of being friends with benefits, far from it. This was something deeper than just being occasional, yet monogamous, lovers. In all honesty, the sentinel had been; subconsciously, waiting for Delaney to grow bored with him. He hadn’t expected this to snowball into something that affected him so deeply.
Quint hadn’t realized it until that moment, but the relationship that he had been cultivating with Delaney could very well be something that lasted a lifetime.
The first stirrings of love were there, and Quint would be sure to tell her in no uncertain terms later tonight. Right now, mused the sentinel with a grin, he had something else he needed to be doing.
More specifically, someone.

The two wound up having to split up for a time, as Quint was needed to help with the preparations for that evening’s festivities. It was just as well, because Delaney still had all chores to attend to. She just hoped that she would have enough time to shower before all was said and done.
As she toiled, Delaney thought over the moment that she and Quint had shared that morning in the kitchen. Had she been too forward in asking him such a thing? Had she put him on the spot in doing so? She was scared of doing so, and Delaney was unsure of how to go about asking him if she had. He had been more quiet than normal, as if his mind was elsewhere after they had finished.
Their love making in the kitchen had been nothing short of mind blowing and intense. It was the kind that had left her toes curled and her knees weak, and had her entire body trembling in the wake of emotion Quint had left her with. He had been extremely attentive, as he had not been able to stop kissing her nor had he allowed for any void of space between their bodies. In all honesty, it was the closest Delaney had ever felt to him ever since becoming his lover. Even now, her body was still craving his sweet touch and his warmth despite being surrounded by the summer heat.
Delaney sighed heavily as she watered her plants. Despite how quiet he had been before leaving her home, Quint had had given her a breathtaking goodbye kiss, the kind that left a girl leaning into the air for more and her voice silent. In that silence, she had felt just a glimpse of what he was feeling himself, and it had left her mind reeling. She walked back over to her well and she spun the lever to lower her bucket as she mulled it over some more.
Despite the newness of their relationship, or whatever it was they had, Delaney truly believed herself to be in love with Quint. It wasn’t just about sex for him, though any moment they had in recent weeks had been nothing short of fantastic. Quint not only met her needs physically, but emotionally. He listened to her whenever she would natter on about her day or something Eisen had done to make her laugh. Both of them were well read enough to debate on a number of subjects, which fed Delaney’s intellectual needs as well.
Most importantly, she realized, Quint was sure to pay attention to how she felt. He played with her, like last night when he had tickled her to keep her from leaving the bed, or just their back and forth banter. He made her laugh, soothed her if she was feeling dreary for any reason, calmed her when she was upset. He paid attention to the things she enjoyed, and he tried to be a part of those things every now and again. Quint also included her in things that were important to him as well. They sparred often together, though Delaney was sure to have Liam or Madison on hand if things went south. They both like surprising each other with random gifts, it seemed. Hell, Quint had surprised her with her favorite flowers just the other day, just because he wanted to and he knew they would make her smile.
A small smile crossed her face at the memory and Delaney was careful as she poured the water from the bucket to her can. Those flowers had nearly been knocked off the nightstand this morning, she realized with a chuckle. Not only could her man be a tender, sensitive lover, but a strong, virile one as well. Her man? When had she begun to think of him as such?
Everything I have in me to give is yours...
Her eyes took on the look of the love-struck once more as she recalled the romantic statement. Sweet goddesses of nature, she had it bad. A blue bird flew overhead, distracting Delaney with its sweet song as it circled above and she smiled at the sound. It mirrored the music her heart was making.
If she were a braver woman, Delaney would tell Quint in no uncertain terms how she truly felt. She had been patient while waiting for her chance to spark something up between them. She didn’t mind waiting a little longer. She’d rather both of them be sure in their feelings for one another than to just chomp at the bit to say those all-important words. If it was meant to be, it would happen in the way it was meant to.
Naturally.

By some miracle, Delaney finished all her work and still managed to get her shower in before she had to leave for the promenade. It was a brisk walk and she looked around nervously at everyone. Finally she spotted Quint at one of the tables off to the side and he smiled at her from across the way. He had gathered everything they would need to make their lantern and Delaney returned his smile sweetly. He met her in the middle as she approached him, though both were aware of their neighbors’ stares that followed.
Delaney didn’t care about what they had to say. This was her choice and she would be damned if anyone tried to make it for her. Her arms wrapped around Quint’s midsection, and she rested her head against the leather armor that covered his chest. She could hear his heart pounding through it as his arms came up to return the embrace. Quint rose her chin to look up at him and Delaney nuzzled his palm when their eyes met.
Unable to resist the moment, Quint leaned in and placed a soft, gentle kiss upon her brow. “Are you ready to make a lantern, Lane? We might want to ask for some tips first,” he said with a grin.
“Why don’t you go ask Barley and Miss Petal if they have any tips and I’ll go ask Violet about it. I’ve got another question for her anyways.” Delaney replied and she sighed simperingly when Quint caressed her cheek before they broke apart.
The two met back at their table after a moment and Delaney looked over the instructions for folding the paper. Quint walked to the other side and he pulled the first bits of paper over. He had made a few since coming to Sugar Blossom after all. None of his lanterns had stayed afloat though. Maybe this time would be different.
“You know, I was planning to ask you to accompany me to this festival when you spoke up first. I’m glad to be here with you, Lane.” Quint’s tongue stuck out a bit as he folded the paper into submission and then he looked at his date. “It’s time for that first step? Middle or bottom?”
“Violet seemed adamant that it’s supposed to be the bottom crease, not the middle despite what the instructions say.” Delaney said as she began building the little raft their lantern would sit on.
“Bottom it is. I’ll trust you on this one. We’ll fold the paper along the bottom crease and see what happens,” he said with a soft smile, though his eyes took on a far away look after a moment. “I’ve been coming to this festival every year, you know...As a sentinel, but I never thought that I would come with a date. It’s hard not to wonder what the other villagers are thinking. I’m a few years older than you…” Both couldn’t help but smile when Delaney snorted mirthfully at that comment.
She had already told him once she didn’t care about about the age difference.
“There’s no sense in denying it, Lane. But they’re all kind and accepting folk. The few I’ve told have all been nothing but happy for the two of us….Aha! Time for that next step. I’m confident that we’re supposed to tuck the ends into the left slot rather than the one on the right,” he said as he manipulated the paper into place once more.
She was enjoying watching his sure fingers move their medium into place. There was nothing forceful about it. In fact, it reminded her of the way Quint made love. “Alright then, I’ll trust you on that, Quint. I hope I didn’t put you too on the spot this morning, by the way.” Delaney told him, her voice nervous. Her teal eyes met his bright azure ones and the sentinel set what he was working on down as he shook his head.
“Not in the slightest, Lane. You have the right to know how I feel about where we stand. This may have started off as something spontaneous, but no matter which way I look at it, we’re in a relationship. To me, it’s important for a relationship to be surrounded by a strong community to thrive, be they friends, family, or enthusiastic neighbors.” Both chuckled a little at this point and Quint’s expression was tender as he looked down at the lantern that was coming together. “Look at the story of the princess and the shepherd. “At the end of the day, that’s what’s so special about Sugar Blossom Village. People helping each other. Propping each other up…”
“Looks like it’s time for the last step Quint. What did Barley and Miss Petal say?” Delaney asked as she took the adhesive up in her hand. She applied it to the bottom of their light source, and then to the bottom of the paper. The farmer situated the lantern down on the raft first and then she looked up at Quint.
“Barley said twenty seconds,” answered the sentinel as he placed their candle down in the middle and he held it in place while counting. “Okay! Seems like we’re both pretty confident in our little lantern. Course the real test will be tossing it in the water.”
Delaney’s eyes were wide and full of excitement as they lit the candle and she held the lantern gingerly in her hands as they walked over to the waterfront. Quint came to stand behind her as they came to the edge of the coast and his hands slid over hers. He pressed a soft, tender kiss to her temple once more and Delaney simpered at the action. She knew he could be romantic, but this was taking the cake.
“Here we go, Lane. Let’s do it together for extra luck.” he whispered against her ear.
Shouts of asking if everyone was ready and answers of the affirmative broke the stillness of the night air and everyone began counting together. On three, dozens of lanterns took to the sky and many hit the water. A few broke apart the moment they hit the surface, but Delaney jumped with glee and threw her arms around Quint’s neck in her excitement when they saw that theirs was floating with no issue.
Quint picked her up and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. “I never doubted us for a moment. Together, we make a pretty impressive team.” He looked down upon her face, taking in the vision before him. Her skin was glowing from the luminescence reflecting off of the water and it settled into her eyes as she looked up at him vulnerably. He could see that there was something she wanted to say, but she was afraid to. Both of them looked out upon the water and Quint smiled after a moment. “Isn’t that something? All the lanterns together light up the entire shoreline.”
The sentinel released his hold on Delaney as he walked over to the shore, and he knelt down to give one lantern a little nudge out towards the open water. He felt Delaney come to stand beside him once more and Quint took a deep breath in. If he was going to make this work, he needed to open up some more. “When I was younger and living in the city, I had…” He paused a moment as he felt Delaney wrap her arm around his middle, letting him know that she was listening to what he was saying. Her eyes had yet to leave the spectacle of the lanterns floating on the ocean before them. “...dreams of greatness. Like lots of folks at that age. Thought I’d rise up through the ranks, find myself some sort of glory. I wanted to be the personal sentinel to some truly important people. Leaders and politicians. After my injury, and after coming here to live in Sugar Blossom, I nearly lost myself. Thought of myself as a failure. I still struggle with it, to be honest.
“I thought that because I never saw out my childhood dream that I would never be truly happy or satisfied. I closed myself off to every other path, every opportunity that could have presented itself in that time…” Quint sighed heavily as he shook his head. “...I was too wrapped up in my own feelings of failure and defeat.” Delaney turned, shifting both her embrace and her gaze and Quint looked down into her gemstone colored eyes. “And then you came into my life and you started to wear down those walls…” Quint paused for a moment as his hand came up to cradle one cheek. His thumb stroked the skin there, and Quint felt his heart thundering in his chest. “With you here in Sugar Blossom, Delaney, I can finally see a future for myself that isn’t tied to a bitter past. Every day, you’re helping to ease those regrets, those hopeless frustrations. You make me feel content with where I am. With who I am.
“ I need you to know that my feelings for you, they’re sincere Delaney. This is something I’ve never really felt before.”
Delaney’s eyes were wet as one hand wrapped around the fingers against her cheek and the other came up to settle on his forearm. “ Quint…” she began. Then it hit both of them at once, the feeling that they were being watched by everyone else. Delaney could feel his nervousness creeping to the fore and she smiled kindly as she began walking back towards the darkened promenade.
Quint smiled, understanding her intent, and cleared his throat. Their fingers wove together and he gave a quick, but sharp whistle for Maiya to follow. “It’s not like me to ramble on so much. Let me walk you home, as thanks for listening. It’s the least I can do,” he announced, though both of them smirked when they heard mutters and grumbles from the older women who had been wanting to watch the romance unfold.
The walk back to Delaney’s farm was a quiet one, though Quint could feel that the farmer had something she wanted to say the entire time. He had never known her not to say what was on her mind, so why was she holding back now? Finally, they came to her front door and Quint resisted being pulled inside at first. Delaney would not be denied on the same note, and she laughed softly as he grinned the moment he crossed the threshold.
Their mouths met tentatively at first, but Quint inhaled sharply through his nose as Delaney began unfastening his armor. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her and branding her all at once and his lover moaned in response. They broke apart for only a moment when Delaney pulled both his breastplate and shirt away in one smooth motion and Quint used her shoulders to steady himself as he began loosening his boots.
His lips fell to her neck after he got his feet bare, and Delaney gasped against his ear as her fingers tangled in his hair. His hands began working at her clothing, and he gently eased her blouse off her shoulders and to the floor. With time, reverence, and patience, both were left standing in the nude by her table and Quint looked down on the beauty before him. She was so warm, so receptive to him, and she had been the one to open both her arms and heart to him. It was only fair he did the same for her. Delaney’s supple fingers smoothed over his chest before making a journey south. He stopped her motions, guiding both her hands back around his neck and Delaney smiled as she jumped up into Quint’s arms.
He carried her over to their bed, his leg sore, but he would not be deterred in showing the woman in his arms just how much he had come to love her.
Love her?
Delaney’s cry of delight as he eased into her body fell onto Quint’s ears like a sweet song. She clutched at him tightly as they settled into a slow, maddening rhythm. “Darlin’, goddesses above, please! You’re driving me mad here!” she gasped, only to let out a long, tapering moan as Quint twirled his thickness inside of her, stretching and touching her more intimately than any ever had.
“Do something about it then, Lane.” teased Quint as his azure gaze glittered down on her. Desire, lust, happiness, belonging...All of it and more was shining there and reflected back in her eyes.
Delaney grinned even as she laughed and she hauled her sentinel in over her fully before flipping them expertly. It had been such a smooth maneuver that they hadn’t lost their connection. Quint pushed them back towards the pillows and he groaned in need as Delaney twirled him selfishly inside of her in recompense for his teasing.
Finally, she leaned over him, capturing the sentinel’s lips in her own branding kiss and she rocked her hips to move him inside of her again. “Just let me love you, Quint.” she whispered against his lips, mirroring his words to her from their first time. She returned to upright, pulling his hands and placing them where she wanted on her body. She bounced in his lap, steadying herself on the headboard and the sentinel beneath her moaned appreciatively as she rode him all the while keeping the pace he had set.
He sat up to join her, and Quint’s lips suckled at her neck and collar bone. “That’s my line, sweetness, but goddesses above, I loved hearing it from you,” he whispered into her skin. He directed her movements as Delaney came down just a little harder on his cock, though not once changing the tempo. She needed just that little bit of strength from him and he would give it to her.
Quint meant what he had said earlier. Everything of his...His heart, his body, his very soul were all hers for the taking if she wanted them. He was invested in her now, and there was no other woman he could think of moving him to be this way. He had fallen over the precipice willfully and wholly into love.
Passion mounted between them, driving the flames of their desire and love hotter and higher than they had ever soared before. Delaney cried his name in delectation as he began taking her strongly. She needed his strength to break apart the bubble of need that was expanding, twisting almost painfully within her. She trusted him explicitly, and Quint had yet to take her beyond what she could handle.
Her head flew back against the mattress as Quint doubled her over, making her feet come to rest on either side of her head. Their loins were slapping together wetly at a brisk pace, and the sentinel’s eyes were watching Delaney’s face intently. He whirled his hips as he came down and he smirked when his lover’s eyes went wide at that sensation.
“Yes Quint! Just like that!” she cried, and her voice broke a little as he repeated the motion.
“Come for me love…” he urged sweetly. Quint needed to feel her climax, needed her to reach that zenith before he did. He could feel those heralding tremors from inside her, he knew he was close!
Delaney’s fingers dug into Quint’s back as her body followed his gentle command and her cries of ecstasy filled the room. She heard her name fall from his lips as he joined her in bliss. Their eyes met briefly in the low light in their passionate haze, both their hearts thundering madly. Slowly, Quint eased Delaney back down to the mattress again, and he stretched out alongside her. Their lips met, and the sentinel pulled Delaney flush against his body. Their legs tangled together as their tongues dueled, and Quint pulled away from Delaney’s lips to gaze down at her in wonder.
He smoothed his fingers down her cheek in a reverent caress and she sighed happily at the contact. “I’m in awe of you, you know. You’re changing everything around you, all of it for the better, and I’m getting to witness that,” whispered the sentinel as he rubbed his nose to hers. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve never felt this way before, Laney...I want you to know that. Nothing I’ve experienced has ever been this deep, this…” Quint paused, unsure of the words he wanted to use to keep going. Delaney placed a single finger to his lips to stay his rambling before pressing her soft mouth to his. It was a silent demand that he show her, not tell her. He chuckled softly, wrapping his lover tighter in his embrace. “Close your eyes. I’ll be quiet now.”
A/N: I should also mention that the Firelight Festival is my FAVORITE segment of the entire game.
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Riding out the Storm