Ninny Spangcole | Burn The Witch - Fanart

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the cobbled streets of Sabath. Ninny Spangcole adjusted the collar of her uniform, the crisp fabric a stark contrast to the humid air that clung to her skin. She’d been on her feet all day, chasing down a particularly stubborn dragon that had been wreaking havoc near the Western District, and now, the exhaustion was beginning to settle deep into her bones. But beneath the fatigue, a different kind of energy hummed, a low thrumming that had been building since she’d accepted the invitation to spend the evening at Chief Balgo's private chambers. He’d been… insistent. Not in an overbearing way, but with a quiet, persistent charm that she found increasingly difficult to resist. Her mind, usually sharp and focused on warding spells and dragon scales, kept drifting to the image of him, his kind smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was amused. She found herself a little breathless at the thought, a blush dusting her cheeks that she hoped wouldn't be too obvious in the dimming light.

She arrived at his modest, yet elegantly furnished, apartment. The door was ajar, a soft, warm light spilling out onto the landing. Taking a deep breath, she pushed it open. The air inside was thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and something else… something subtly floral and enticing. Balgo was already there, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he turned to greet her. He was dressed in more casual attire than usual, a soft linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of his chest. He looked… approachable. Inviting. Ninny felt her heart give a little flutter. This was a side of him she rarely saw, away from the formal trappings of the Council, and it made her feel a peculiar kind of boldness stir within her.

“Ninny,” Balgo said, his voice a low, warm rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “You made it. Come in, please. I was just about to pour you something. What do you prefer?” He gestured towards a small table laden with decanters. The simple act of him asking her preference, of making her feel welcome and considered, did more to disarm her than any powerful spell could. She’d always been so self-reliant, so focused on her duty and her own capabilities, that the prospect of someone else taking care of her, even in such a small way, was both novel and incredibly appealing.

“Whatever you’re having,” she replied, her voice a little softer than she intended. She found herself watching him as he moved, his movements fluid and unhurried. He poured a generous measure into a crystal glass, the liquid catching the light. As he handed it to her, their fingers brushed, and Ninny’s breath hitched. The contact was brief, fleeting, but it ignited a spark, a current that seemed to run up her arm and settle somewhere deep in her abdomen. She took a sip of the drink, the strong, sweet taste a comforting warmth against her throat. It was a fine brandy, he explained, a rare vintage he’d acquired on a recent trip to the northern territories.

They sat on the plush sofa, the silence between them not awkward, but charged with an unspoken understanding. Ninny found herself observing him more closely now, her gaze lingering on the curve of his jaw, the flecks of gold in his otherwise dark hair, the way his green eyes seemed to hold a universe of warmth and gentle amusement. He met her gaze, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. It was a smile that acknowledged the burgeoning tension, the shared awareness of something shifting between them, something more than just collegial respect. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw, and Ninny leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It was a sigh of pure contentment, of surrender, of a yearning she hadn't fully acknowledged until this moment.

“You look tired, Ninny,” he murmured, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “You work too hard. You deserve to relax. To be… pampered.” The word hung in the air, heavy with implication. Ninny’s green eyes widened slightly, her heart thumping a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Pampered? She wasn’t sure she knew how to be pampered. Her life was a constant cycle of training, missions, and self-discipline. But the thought, coming from him, was intensely seductive. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks again, a warmth spreading through her entire body. She met his gaze, her own eyes conveying a question, a hesitant invitation.

Balgo’s smile deepened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me take care of you tonight, Ninny. Let me show you what it means to truly unwind.” He didn’t force the issue, didn’t push. He simply offered, and the sheer gentleness of his approach was overwhelming. Ninny found herself nodding, a slow, deliberate movement. She trusted him. And more than that, she desired him. The desire, once acknowledged, was a powerful, undeniable force. It had been lurking beneath the surface for so long, a quiet curiosity, a growing admiration, that now, in the privacy of his chambers, with his hand still resting on her cheek, it bloomed into something far more potent.

His hand slid from her jaw to cup her chin, tilting her head back so she was looking up at him. His green eyes, now dark with a burgeoning passion, met hers. He lowered his head, and Ninny’s breath caught as their lips met. It wasn’t a forceful kiss, but a tender, probing exploration, a gentle dance of shared desire. His lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of the brandy he’d been drinking. Ninny responded with a hesitant eagerness, her own lips parting slightly, inviting him deeper. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more demanding, as their shared longing found its voice. Her hands, hesitant at first, found their way to his chest, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. The smallness of her breasts felt insignificant as they pressed against his firm torso, a testament to the intimacy that was rapidly unfolding between them.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. “Ninny,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His hand began to move, a slow, deliberate exploration, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and then… under the edge of her uniform. Ninny shivered as his touch, cool and firm, grazed the sensitive skin of her décolletage. His thumb brushed against the curve of her breast, and she instinctively arched into his touch. The realization that he was touching her, that he desired her, sent a wave of heat through her body, a sensation so profound it almost made her dizzy. He was surprisingly gentle, his exploration of her form filled with a respect that made her feel cherished, even as the arousal intensified.

His gaze never left hers as his hand continued its journey, his fingers finding the buttons of her uniform. One by one, they were undone, revealing the pale skin beneath. Ninny watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as he revealed the delicate curve of her clavicle, then the soft swell of her small breasts. They were modest, she knew, but in his eyes, they seemed to hold a beauty she had never truly appreciated. He cupped one in his palm, his touch both reverent and possessive. Ninny closed her eyes, a low moan escaping her lips as he gently squeezed, his thumb stroking the sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. It was a sensation so exquisite, so overwhelming, that she felt herself trembling. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a profound intimacy that went beyond mere physical contact.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the swell of her breast. Ninny gasped as his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue teasing and flicking. The sensation was electric, a jolt that ran through her entire body, making her arch her back and dig her nails into his shoulders. She felt a primal urge rise within her, a need to be consumed, to be overwhelmed by this man. Her hands went to his hair, tangling in its dark strands, pulling him closer, urging him to give her more. He seemed to understand her unspoken plea, his ministrations growing more intense, more passionate. He suckled her, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum that sent waves of pleasure through her. Ninny cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of it all. Her mind, usually so controlled, was a hazy swirl of sensation, her thoughts consumed by the exquisite pleasure he was providing.

He moved away, his eyes still locked on hers, a triumphant glint in their depths. He saw the effect he had on her, the raw desire etched onto her face, and it seemed to fuel his own passion. He continued to kiss her, his hands now exploring the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips. He unbuttoned his shirt completely, revealing a strong, well-defined chest. Ninny ran her hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and the texture, the subtle ridges of muscle beneath. She felt a growing boldness, a desire to explore him as he had explored her. Her fingers trailed down his chest, over the flat planes of his stomach, until they reached the waistband of his trousers.

Hesitantly, she met his gaze. He gave a small nod, his eyes conveying a silent permission. With trembling fingers, Ninny unbuttoned his trousers, her breath catching in her throat as she revealed him. He was magnificent, a testament to his strength and vitality. A shiver ran through her as she looked at him, a mixture of awe and anticipation. He reached for her uniform, his movements purposeful. Soon, she was clad only in her undergarments, the delicate lace a stark contrast to her flushed skin. He traced the outline of her body with his eyes, a slow, appreciative appraisal that made her feel both vulnerable and incredibly desirable.

His hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Ninny’s breath hitched. This was uncharted territory for her, a place of intense, unspoken yearning. He continued his slow exploration, his fingers teasing the edges of her panties, then slipping beneath them. Ninny gasped as his fingers found her, her body reacting instantly to his touch. She was already wet, slick with desire, her body betraying her every suppressed yearning. His fingers, skilled and knowing, began to work their magic, teasing, stroking, finding the exact spot that made her arch and moan. Her back arched off the sofa, her fingers digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her small breasts, usually held so stoically, strained against her bra, a testament to the overwhelming arousal she was experiencing.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her skin. He continued his ministrations, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Ninny found herself lost in the sensations, her mind a blank slate of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was whimpering, her body arching and trembling with each stroke. The thought of what was to come, of the intimacy they were both anticipating, was almost too much to bear. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to be consumed by him, to surrender to the powerful emotions that were surging through her.

He lifted her, carrying her towards the bedroom. The world swam around Ninny as he laid her down on the soft bed. The sheets were cool against her skin, a welcome contrast to the heat that emanated from her body. He followed her down, his body pressing against hers. His kiss was deep and passionate, his hands exploring every inch of her. He was incredibly gentle, yet his touch was filled with an undeniable power that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Ninny found herself eagerly returning his kisses, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers.

He began to unhook her bra, and Ninny’s breath hitched. He removed it slowly, revealing her small breasts to his adoring gaze. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her nipples. Ninny moaned at the sensation, her body arching into his touch. He lowered his head and began to kiss and suckle her breasts, his tongue teasing and flicking at her nipples. Ninny cried out, her body writhing with pleasure. She felt a building intensity, a yearning that was almost unbearable. Her hands moved down his body, her fingers finding his erection. It was large and hard, throbbing with desire. She ran her fingers over it, feeling the heat and the smoothness of his skin.

Balgo’s eyes darkened with passion as he felt her touch. He pulled away slightly, his gaze fixed on hers. “You’re so beautiful, Ninny,” he whispered. He then moved his hand down her body, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs. Ninny gasped, her body tensing in anticipation. He slipped his fingers beneath her panties, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He began to tease and stroke her, his fingers finding her clit. Ninny moaned, her body arching into his touch. She was so wet, so ready for him. He continued his ministrations, his touch growing more insistent, more deliberate. Ninny felt herself spiraling, her senses overloaded with pleasure.

“Balgo,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please.” He understood. He moved over her, his body covering hers. He lowered himself, his erection nudging against her entrance. Ninny gasped, her legs trembling. This was it. The moment she had been craving, the culmination of all the unspoken longing. He entered her slowly, deliberately, his body filling hers. Ninny cried out, a sound that was part pain, part pleasure. It was tight, a perfect fit, and she felt a profound sense of belonging, of completion. He paused, letting her adjust, his eyes never leaving hers. He saw the mingled emotions on her face – the wonder, the desire, the hesitant surrender. He leaned down and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to bind their souls together.

Then, he began to move. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, filling her completely. Ninny’s body responded to his rhythm, her hips rising to meet him. Her small breasts bounced with each movement, a testament to the intensity of their union. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. She was lost in the rhythm, the sensation, the overwhelming pleasure. Her moans filled the room, mingling with his deep groans of pleasure. She felt a powerful build-up within her, a force that was about to consume her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, as the climax approached.

“Oh, Balgo!” she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. “Yes! Oh, yes!” Her body convulsed around him, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over her. She felt him tighten within her, his own climax mirroring hers. He groaned, his body shuddering as he released himself into her. They clung to each other, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, the aftershocks of their passion slowly subsiding. Ninny buried her face in his chest, her heart still pounding a wild rhythm against his. She felt an overwhelming sense of peace, of contentment, a feeling of profound connection that went beyond anything she had ever known.

He held her close, his hand stroking her hair. “You were amazing, Ninny,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Ninny looked up at him, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. “You too, Balgo,” she whispered back. They lay tangled together for a long time, the silence filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the gentle rustle of the sheets. As the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Ninny felt a deep sense of satisfaction. This had been more than just a physical encounter; it had been an awakening, a revelation of desires she had never dared to acknowledge. And in the arms of this kind, passionate man, she felt a glimmer of hope, a promise of a future filled with both duty and a deep, fulfilling love.