Mandatory disclaimer. I do not own Valkyrie Profile or it;s characters. Nor is any profit being made from this. I just do this for fun, and cause I absolutely adore this pairing. No copyright infringement is intended. Lenneth, Lezard, Mystina, and the world of Valkyrie Proifle belong to Square Enix.
----Michelle
If I could have one wish...It would be the chance to touch her body...to make her mine...
Water splashed, accompanied by playful laughter, joyous screams that were carefree and unconcerned. They were high pitch in nature, female cries that sent animals scattering deeper into the forest, upsetting the peaceful nature of the forest. The sounds the women made were uncaring of the potential to attract unwanted attention, they continued to bathe and frolic in the water, not a care in the world. Never suspecting that something or someone had stumbled upon their private paradise, and even now watched them from the trees.
His name was Lezard Valeth, and he let out a shuddery breath, pressing against the wood bark of a tree. He cautiously peered around it's side, eyes wide and appreciative as he took in the sight of the beauties before him. The shadows of the trees hid him well, causing his dark clothing to blend into the darkness. A few times a maiden glanced his way, peering intently into the woods, not noticing the man though they stared right at him.
A smirk was on his face, Lezard watching, enjoying the curvaceous scenery of the maidens. Inwardly he knew they were delaying him from his self appointed task, but Lezard found himself mesmerized, unable to look away from such beauty. When he had first heard the laughter Lezard had thought to find a group of elves, expecting to capture one or two of the helpless creatures in order to run further experiments on their bodies. He had come to this forest for this specific reason, guided here by his thirst for knowledge and power.
He knew he shouldn't allow himself to get sidetracked like this, knew it was only flesh that he was ogling, and yet he was compelled to stay. His instincts screamed out that these were no mere women, Lezard knowing humans were forbidden in the Ancient Forest of Spirits. These lovely creatures were something special, nymphs or demonesses, and the sight before him was something few if any mortal men had witnessed before.
There was half a dozen women in all, ranging in all sizes from petite to tall, complexions dark and tanned. They ran about in the nude, bare bodies jiggling in such delightful ways, the females playfully tugging on each other's hair, and pushing each other into the water. Lezard didn't know who to look at first, his eyes kept moving from woman to woman, finding each one more lovelier than the last.
He soon lost track of time, only aware of the sky growing darker, the sun threatening to take leave of this day. And still the maidens lounged about, giggling and singing, playing with each other's hair. They looked like they had no intention of leaving any time soon, and as much as Lezard enjoyed watching them, even he had his limits. His body was long tired from standing, fingers growing numb from how hard he clutched at the tree. It was time he leave, time he broke free of the spell they had enchanted him with. And yet...as he turned to leave, he tasted power in the air, heavy magic that sent tingles up and down his spine. Lezard froze, just watching and waiting, seeing the maidens turn to look expectantly up at the sky.
He found himself tearing his eyes away from the women to look up at the rapidly darkening sky. A shadow flew over head, something large with immense wings that stirred up the canopy of the trees with their passage. His eyes tracked the shadow, feeling his body tense up, Lezard wondering what manner of beast circled the lake. The shadow lowered, swooping down and he could see light circling it, golden in color, and growing more blinding the more he stared at it. It forced Lezard to squint, to shield his eyes from the sight of it.
He peered through split fingers, watching as the creature all but fell to the lake, speeding rapidly downwards. It hovered for a second over the water, sending up ripples, and then the light was fading. He watched, cautiously lowering his hand, seeing large white wings crossed over the front of the creature's body. They were as pure a white as fresh fallen snow, and they trembled now, before slowly parting. Lezard couldn't help himself, he let out a gasp to see what the wings were attached to.
It was a woman, beautiful and exotic, pale skin a stark contrast to the tanned maidens on the lake's shore, with hair the likes of which he had never before seen. It was as though moonlight it self had been captured, rendered into touchable form that flowed down from the top of her head to the back of her knees. It was tied back in a loose braid, a few stray wisps escaping their confines to caress her cheeks.
Unlike the maidens who watched her, this woman was dressed, garbed in stiff armor, shaded a cobalt blue. A long white skirt was on her legs, with high slits on both sides, revealing tempting glimpse of her thighs as she walked across the water. Lezard watched as her feet stepped across the watery surface as though it was solid ice, wings lightly fluttering to keep her afloat. She reached the shore, and it was then that the gathered women converged on the battle maiden.
Their voices were high in excitement, yelling things out to her, eagerly touching her. They surrounded her, blocking the woman from his view, making Lezard frown. For now he could only see the tips of the feathers that decorated the helm on her head, the rest of her was loss to him. He impatiently willed the women to move, wanting, no needing to see the lovely winged one once more.
It was as though they had heard his unspoken command, parting, and Lezard barely stifled his gasp in time. Hands were touching the maiden, carefully removing her armor piece by piece, leaving her garbed in a thin white shift. Her arms raised, hands reaching for the feathered helm, and upon her fingers lifting the helmet from her head, the wings on her back seemed to melt away, twin beams of light that sank back into her shoulder blades.
Someone was already reaching for the helmet, taking it off her hands, even as more people touched her, laughing now, helping her out of her dress. Lezard's eyes were huge, and his breathing picked up, watching as they tugged at the ties on her shoulder. The slip eased down, the woman catching it before her breasts could be revealed, Lezard biting back a groan of disappointment.
The woman turned, presenting him with her back, long hair hiding much of her body from his view. Lezard felt his fingers digging into the tree bark, the pain forcing him to stay still, to not give in to the temptation to move forward. He watched jealously as the other women touched her, stroked their hands down the length of her mane in the very manner he longed too. Hair that was lifted up, to reveal the line of her neck, the slope of her back as hands reached for the ties on the waist of her shift, tugging them loose. He cursed as her hair was dropped, once again obscuring his view as the white shift crumpled to the ground, the maiden stepping out of it. And then she was running, feet splashing into the water, the woman going up to her knees before she dived in, submerging completely.
Lezard held his breath, just watching and waiting, staring at the spot she had last been seen. His patience was rewarded, the woman surging upwards, hair flipping back wetly against her skin. Lezard nearly choked as he saw her beauty revealed to him for the first time, large breasts wet with water, beads of it dripping down her skin. His eyes followed the trail of the water, lower and lower, until to his disappointment, the rest of her stayed hidden in the water.
She seemed to sigh, hands reaching up to her brow, running her fingers through her hair. The other maidens were wading out to her, carrying soap and towels, smiling though subdued, not as playful as they had been earlier in the day. They treated this newcomer differently, almost reverently, flocking around her like eager servants. She ate up the attention, holding out her arms, allowing soapy towels to glide across her skin, even as another touched her hair massaging shampoo into it.
Lezard nearly lost all control when hands cupped and squeezed the maiden's breasts, dribbling soap across her curves. Downwards the towel went, dabbing at her waist, disappearing into the water. He shifted uncomfortably, pants growing tighter and tighter, knowing he was heavily aroused and unable to do anything about it. He wanted to be the one touching her, the one bathing her, sure he could get her far cleaner than these maidens, even as he longed to dirty her body in another way.
She was ducking under the water again, submerging completely to wash off the soap and shampoo. Upon resurfacing, she was moving, swimming towards the shore, the maidens quick to follow her. She paused, setting her feet down on shallow ground, slowly rising up, the water falling from her body, and now she was displayed fully for Lezard's appreciative eyes, soft moonlight a perfect frame for her ethereal beauty. With a low moan, Lezard leaned against the tree, every fiber of his being longing to go to her. If he could have one wish granted at this very moment, it would be the chance to touch her, to make her his.
His eyes tracked her every movement, watching as she climbed up on top a boulder, dangling her finely muscled legs into the water. A blonde maiden approached her, touching her hair, and at her nod, began braiding it for her once more. The other maidens began playing among the shallows, small wild shrieks as they splashed each other, though they were careful to avoid splashing the maiden Lezard had begun to think of as HIS.
Hair bound back in the braid she had worn earlier, the maiden sat quietly, staring across the lake, leaving Lezard to wonder as to what she thought about. She sat like that for quite some time, letting the cool breeze of the night dry her body. And then she was standing, the maidens falling quiet at her movement. At a nod from her they reluctantly left the waters, heading towards the bushes where their clothing had been stored.
They approached her first, helping her slide into the shift, Lezard biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he stifled his protesting no. Armor was fastened into place, gauntlets eased onto her arms, greaves buckled onto her legs. She held the helmet before her chest, just watching as the other girls got dressed. Lezard was surprised to see them wearing armor, each also holding up a feathered helm. Slowly his maiden placed the helmet on her head, and light flared out her back, taking on solid form, turning into immense white wings.
She was giving an experimental flap of her wings, Lezard almost missing what happened next. The maidens placed their helmets on, and they start to glow, their bodies twisting. He blinked, seeing the maidens were gone, and in their place were large birds, swanlike in nature. Surely his eyes showed his confusion, but before he could begin to process what happened, the maiden was lifting up into the air. The swans called out to her, spreading their wings, and with a rustle of feathers, they took were up in the air.
Light played about the maidens body, that same golden glow he had seen earlier, increasing in intensity until he was forced to look away, seeing the after image of it burned behind his close eyelids. When he risked opening his eyes, the battle maiden and her flock were gone, vanishing without a trace into the night sky. He stared upwards, trying to see, hoping for one last glimpse of the maiden, but only the moon, white and looking full, gazed back at him.
With a depressed sigh, he was moving, body stiff from being in one position for so long. He half stumbled through the bushes, breaking into a run as he ran towards the shore. There was feathers scattered all over the sand, proof that he had not imagined the magical birds. And laying amidst the feathers, was one long strand of silver, curling into itself, gleaming before his eyes.
Lezard fell to his knees, hands shaking as he reached for the hair, taking it carefully between forefinger and thumb. He held it up before his face, staring at the platinum hair, knowing it was unmistakable as being something that belong to HER. With a shaky sigh, he rubbed the hair against his cheek, once again casting his eyes upwards. He would see the maiden again...and next time...next time she would be his.