It had been a few months since they moved in with her and Eleanor was having a big problem with providing for them. A few weeks ago, Ella was awoken in the middle of the night when she heard someone breaking into her house. She lived in a small house alone out in the middle of nowhere miles away from the closest town. The only thing she had to protect herself was her shotgun. She got up, pulled her shotgun out from under her bed, and crept out of her room. Using the training her dad taught her, she stealthily moved through the house to the back door where she heard the noise. She readied herself and whipped the lights on.
In the middle of her room stood six people looking astonished. There were four men wearing official-looking black outfits and two women wearing two different outfits. One woman had light blond hair and wore a white dress while the other woman with dirty blond hair wore a pink bikini top with a small yellow jacket that revealed her stomach. She also wore short jean shorts and cowgirl boots. It was the men that caught Ella's attention.
One of them was a man about as tall as a skyscraper. He wore a black unbuttoned shirt that revealed his brawny chest and abs. He wore black pants and matching colored boots. He had black tattoos going down his muscular arms and it looked good on him. He had shoulder length black hair up in a half ponytail and amber colored eyes with a scar running down the left side of his face and a few more across his forehead. He looked very serious and mature. In front of him was a young man with spiky black hair, a goatee and mustache, and blue eyes. He wore a black suit and it cut his figure nicely. He looked old but his face was young. On one of his hands was an intricately designed ring. He was rather tall but not as tall as the guy with the tats.
Next to the well-dressed man was another well-dressed man with dark glasses and a cane. He had neck length dark blond hair and was a few inches shorter than the tatted man. He looked rather serious too but seemed at ease with the whole situation. A shorter man with light blond hair and a short goatee stood next to the glasses man and looked nervous. He, too, wore black clothing. It seemed to be a reoccurring trend here. He was cute, like a little puppy.
Ella faltered a bit but then steadied her arm again. "Who the hell are you? What are doing in my house?" She glared at them, daring them to lie to her.
"Good evening," said Glasses in a clipped British accent. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm." He sounded so sincere that Ella almost believed him, but she refused to lower her gun.
"That's what they all say before they kill the homeowners," she argued.
"Hey, chill," said the short blond, raising his hands in a consoling way. "We're not here to hurt you. We just wanna know where we are."
"Right now, you're in my house, miles away from the closest town," she answered, lowering her gun. "The closest town from here is called Aurora. It's a small town that I work in. Now, who are you guys?"
"I apologize," said Glasses, bowing slightly. "We should have introduced ourselves. I'm Ignis Scientia, a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Prompto Argentum," said the shorter blond, smiling infectiously.
"I'm Gladiolus Amicitia," said the tall man with tattoos in a deep voice that Ella felt in her core. "And this is King Noctis Regis Caelum." He pointed to the dark-haired man wearing the suit.
"I'm Lunafreya Nox Fleuret," said the angelic-looking blond girl with a British accent. "Noctis's wife. Pleased to meet you."
"I'm Cindy Aurum," said the other blond girl in a southern accent, smiling widely. "Nice to meet ya. Now that we got that out of the way, who're you?"
"I'm Eleanor Stevens," said Ella, finally cracking a smile. "Everyone I know calls me Ella, though."
"It's very nice to meet you, Ella," said Noctis in a soft, deep voice. "We're sorry for intruding but we have no idea where we are."
"You're in Aurora, California, in the United States on planet Earth," replied Ella, hoping that if she narrowed it down enough they would recognize where they were. "Does any of this sound familiar to you?"
"No," replied Lunafreya, shaking her head. "I'm afraid not. The last I remember was being in the afterlife with Noctis. We were at Insomnia, newly married as king and queen."
"Insomnia doesn't sound familiar to me," remarked Ella, placing a hand on her chin in an inquisitive manner. "Well, for the meantime, why don't you stay here? You need a warm place and food in your bellies. There isn't much room here but I think we can negotiate it."
Everyone smiled at her and said thank you. Ella went straight to work on assigning sleeping arrangements. Luna and Noctis would stay in her sister's vacant room; Prompto and Cindy, who were actually together, stayed in the other spare room where Ella's old room used to be; and Gladio and Ignis stayed in a loft that Ella renovated into sleeping quarters.
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It had been a few weeks since that happened and Ella was in big trouble. According to her Google searches, the six people in her house were actually characters from a video game that was recently released. They weren't lying when they said they didn't know where they were. They weren't from here in the first place. That wasn't the only problem, though. Ella was falling head over heels in love with Gladio, who acted as the man of the house whenever she went to work. He was a great man who made her laugh and gave her hope that there was more to life than just solitude. She was conflicted, though. She noticed how he flirted with Cindy, albeit in a joking manner, and knew she was not perfect for him.
She remembered watching him chop wood for the fireplace. He was shirtless and the sight of his rippling muscles made her dizzy. Sweat trickled down his back as he lifted the ax over his head and swung it back down to chop the wood. At first, he wanted to use his sword but Ella said it was too big to properly chop wood. He smirked at her, taking that as a double entendre, and she blushed, realizing her blunder. She bit her bottom lip and walked away, wanting to put herself out of her misery. God, he was so bad! But she wanted him.
Ella sat in her room with Cindy and Luna, complaining about her problems.
"It's like this," she sighed, looking down at her folded hands, "I really like Gladio. I mean, really like him."
"Then what's wrong?" asked Cindy, cocking her head to one side.
"Cindy, I'm not pretty like you or Luna." Ella nodded over to the beautiful blond woman, who blushed at the compliment. "I mean, I'm just…me…"
"You listen here, Ella," said Cindy firmly, taking one of Ella's hands in one of her own. "You are beautiful. You have great hair, nice skin, a good body, and a great personality. You just need more confidence. I bought this cute outfit and I think it will fit you. Follow me."
Cindy took Ella's hand and pulled her to hers and Prompto's room. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a small lacy black dress. Ella stared at the flimsy outfit with awe. She never had the nerve to wear such revealing clothes. She may had been twenty-five but she was never that bold. The blond must have noticed the apprehension on Ella's face because she smiled.
"Don't worry, Ella," she said in a reassuring way. "You'll look good in it."
Ella nodded but bit her bottom lip nervously. What would the guys think of her in that outfit?
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A half-hour later, Cindy went into the living room where the boys were. She stood in front of the TV program they were watching and smiled.
"Guys, I have a surprise for y'all," she said, clasping her hands together. "I'd like you to meet Ella 2.0. Come on out, Ella."
As soon as the woman did, Prompto, Noctis, and Gladio's mouths fell open. Ella wore a sexy black number that was low cut and showed a lot of leg. She looked a bit uncomfortable, though, unsure whether to pull the hem down or the front up. Luna did Ella's makeup to perfection and Cindy curled Ella's caramel-colored hair. Cindy also lent Ella a black sexy garter belt with matching stockings. The underwear felt a bit strange because she had never worn such a thing. She was pretty casual in the underwear department. However, Ella looked like a goddess. Gladio could feel what her outfit was doing to his body. He had the most embarrassing hard-on that he could barely cover up. Noctis and Prompto both gave Luna and Cindy apologetic looks for staring. The two women smiled back, proud of their success.
"What's going on?" asked Ignis, his blindness preventing him from seeing what was happening.
"My greatest dream come true," replied Gladio in a mystified voice, openly ogling Ella, who bit her bottom lip in a way that was unintentionally sexy. He knew she was a bit nervous about exhibiting herself like this but it was the best thing that ever happened since he appeared on this planet.
Cindy pulled Ella aside and whispered something scandalous. "Sit on Gladio's lap." She smirked at Ella's gob-smacked expression. "Go on. Try it. Dominate him. Show him who's boss."
Ella took a deep breath and walked over to Gladio, trying not to trip in Cindy's stripper heels. Schooling her expression, she walked straight to Gladio and sat down on his lap, straddling his hips. She could feel his erection through his pants and tried not to blush. Her breasts, well-revealed and accentuated by the dress, were almost pressed up against his chest and her lips were a few inches from his. The tatted man shot Noctis a look telling him and everyone else in the room to get lost.
Noctis got the message and pulled Prompto and Ignis out of the room with a smug-looking Cindy and a mortified Luna trailing behind them. As soon as they were alone, Gladio grabbed Ella and flipped her so she was laying on the couch with him straddling her hips. He bent down and kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. When he pulled back to kiss her lips, he noticed that she had an apprehensive look on her delicate face and he stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked, a bit breathlessly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked tearfully, her bottom lip trembling. "I mean, is it for kicks, for lust, or something else?"
Gladio sighed, bowing his head. "Ella," he finally said, lifting his head back up to look at her. "I love you."
The soft declaration filled Ella with absolute shock. "You love me? Since when?" she asked shakily, placing a hand on his face.
"When I first met you, and saw how powerful you were with that gun; it gave me feelings I have kept dormant," he replied truthfully. "Seeing how strong and independent you are, only increased those feelings."
Ella smiled and stroked his cheek lovingly. "I love you too," she said softly, trailing her fingers up to the scar on his forehead. "I don't know why. I just do. I feel so safe with you."
Gladio returned the smile and pressed his lips to hers. Ella accepted and enthusiastically returned it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, pulling him close against her body. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His body felt so strong, so warm, so protective, that Ella felt safe with him. Gladio grinded his crotch against hers, trying to create a delicious friction. Feeling his hardened member against her made a warm wetness fill her panties. She let out an almost painful moan and he stopped to look at her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, trying to keep himself from gasping.
"No," she replied in a breathless moan. "It felt really good."
Smirking, Gladio pulled the hem of her skirt up and noticed that her panties weren't ordinary panties. It was a black lacy garter belt with black sheer leggings covering her long beautiful legs. He stroked the lace of her belt and a look of absolute lust filled his face. His eyes darkened at the sight of her underwear. It made his erection harden even more to the point of being in pain.
"Oh, my God," he breathed, running gentle fingers over the garter belt. His touch grew rough as he tore the straps holding the stockings and underpants together. The snapping left some red marks on her thighs and she looked down, feeling the sting of it.
"Come on, that's not fair," she whimpered, noticing how Gladio would always have the upper hand.
"No, baby," he growled out, giving her a fierce look as he thumbed her stockings. "These aren't fair. I owe Cindy big time."
He pulled the stockings down and taking her heels with them. She opened her legs wide, allowing him more access to her lower half. With steady, sure hands, Gladio pulled her panties down, noticing how wet she was down there. Her lower lips were twitching with arousal and releasing a sweet-smelling honey. Ella bit her bottom lip, feeling very uncomfortable. She needed something she didn't know how to voice.
"Gladio," she gasped, giving him a begging look. "Please…"
His look softened and he placed a hand at her dripping entrance. "Please what, baby?" he asked huskily, fingering the outside of her entrance, causing more liquid to come out.
"Fuck me," she begged, her hips trembling with impending release. "Please…"
"Since you asked so nicely," he teased, pulling his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and letting fall to the ground. Next, he pulled his boots and socks off and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled his jeans down, taking his boxers down with them. Ella looked down and noticed how big he was. That was almost eleven inches and about five or six inches around. How was that going to fit in her?
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked softly, seeing her anxiety.
"It's big," she answered, looking at it nervously. "Are you sure that will fit in me?"
He laughed out loud and bent to kiss her neck. "I'm pretty sure it will," he remarked. "Wanna give it a try?"
"Um, Gladio," she said, looking around and noticing how small the couch was. "This couch is a bit too small to go all out. My room is close by. Let's go there."
Without saying a word, Gladio lifted her up bridal style and carried her into her bedroom. Once they entered the room, Gladio kicked the door shut and placed Ella on her bed, laying down on top of her. This was much better. The accommodations weren't as cramped as before on the couch. Spreading her legs, Gladio sank into her warmth and let out a loud groan. God, she was so tight! She squeezed him like a vice—a wet, warm vice that seemed to be too small for him.
"God, you're so tight, baby," he groaned, rutting up against her.
Ella got a naughty idea. She knew dirty talk could make sex hotter. She had read it in her bodice-ripper novels, so she decided to try it.
"And you're so big," she whispered seductively, grinding up against him. "You're so strong…so warm. Your hands are so gentle yet strong. Pull my dress off of me and hold me tight."
Gladio's hands traveled up her back and found the zipper of the dress. Attaching his lips to hers, he unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head. She wore a black lacy bra that enhanced the beauty of her breasts. Unable to control himself, he tore the bra off her body and tossed it over his shoulder. Her nipples hardened in arousal and it invited him in. Now that they were totally bare to each other, they could go all out.
He slammed into her once more and started a slow, steady rhythm. With each thrust he made, her hips lifted to join his. She wrapped her legs around his hips once more, allowing him access to her cervix. It felt like it was going on forever. As his climax started coming, his thrusts increased in tempo and speed. He was slamming into her so hard that his testicles were slapping her bottom. His grip on her grew tight, certainly bruising her soft pale skin, and the two lovers moaned and groaned each other's names.
"I love you," she whimpered, her legs trembling with impending release.
"I love you too, Ella," he whispered in her ear, letting his breath tickle her ear. "I need you to come for me. Can you do that for me, baby?"
A delicious groan escaped from her and her head flew back. "K-keep talking," she begged, digging her nails into his back. "I need you…to keep talking."
A smirk flittered across Gladio's features. "Is that right?" he asked huskily. "You need to hear my voice? What a dirty whore you are. Don't look at me like that. You just got wetter. You love it when I call you those names, don't you? Come on, you little slut. Break for me." Ella's eyes almost closed but he wouldn't let her. "Open your eyes!" When she did, she saw that there was fire in those amber eyes. They were her undoing.
"Oh, God!" she cried, feeling herself clench around his member.
The sweet release that she needed finally came. Her back arched uncontrollably and she wept in bliss. Cleansing tears fell down her cheeks as she dug her fingers into Gladio's hair, reveling at its softness. Gladio let out a loud groan and he gripped her even tighter. Mumbling obscenities, he released into her, filling her with his hot essence. His mind was wiped clean and he dug his fingers into her hips. Muscles he didn't know that were tensed relaxed and he collapsed on top of her, his form keeping her warm. He smiled lazily, thinking that this was exactly what he needed. It had been a long time since he had done this but he hadn't lost his touch.
"That was so good," she whispered breathlessly, trying to slow her racing heart down. "That was amazing, Gladio."
"I aim to please," he teased, pressing a tender kiss to her moist lips. "It was great for me, too." With a groan, he pulled out of the warm confines of her vagina and rolled over to lay next to her.
Ella snuggled up next to him and laid her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her eyes grew heavy and she felt her body beginning to relax. She was exhausted. It felt like she had been in the Olympics. Her body was so sore. As she closed her eyes, she felt Gladio's chest rumble with laughter.
"What's so funny?" she asked wearily, not opening her eyes.
"Your hair is a mess," he pointed out, gesturing to the messy tangles that were her curls.
"So is yours," she retorted childishly, pointing at his mussed hair.
"I was too caught up to notice anything," he replied, wrapping his arms around her slim yet curvy waist. "Let's get some sleep, baby. I think I'm tapped right now."
Grinning contently, Ella surrendered herself to the nice waves of sleep, feeling safe knowing that her lover was right beside her holding her in his strong, protective arms.
Gladio looked down at the sleeping woman, smiling lovingly. I love you, Eleanor, was his last thought before he drifted off into a refreshing slumber.
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Prompto had a pillow covering his head, trying to drown out the sounds of copulation nearby. He knew people had sex and he did it with Cindy many times, but it sucked when you had to hear someone else doing it when you wanted to sleep. Ignis sat on the bed next to Prompto and Cindy, who was shaking with laughter, cursing himself for having heightened hearing now. He didn't want to hear this. It made him cringe in a way that almost broke his ribs. Cindy felt enormous pride. Finally, the sexual tension was resolved. She could always feel the tension whenever Gladio and Ella were in the same room together.
Noctis laid in bed next to Luna, staring at the ceiling and wondering where he went wrong in life. Why did the goddamned walls have to be so thin? It was either that, or Gladio and Ella were being ungodly loud. He covered his face in a pillow, trying to suffocate himself. Luna seemed to notice.
"Darling, don't do that," she said, trying to coax the pillow out of his hands. "You'll suffocate."
"I'll take sleep however I can get it," was his muffled reply.
Luna smiled at his snarky response and shook her head. Honestly, Gladio and Ella having sex didn't mean it was the end of the world. Sure, it was loud and made Luna feel awkward, like she was in the room with them, but that didn't mean it wasn't normal. She was very happy that Ella was finally with Gladio. Anyone could see they were in love. Ignis could even see it and he was blind. Ignoring the sounds of copulation, Luna curled up next to Noctis and fell asleep, feeling absolutely content.
A/N: There will be a part two of Ella exploring her dominant side.