Before going ahead with the chapter, I wanted to mention that this went through a full rewrite 'cause my first go at the scene you're about to read just didn't sit right with me, to say the least.
When the meeting was initially arranged between the two, it seemed like a simple cut-and-dried agreement to something towards a greater good – however, with the trust issues that Ash initially brought to the table, the trial by combat that Elisabeth demanded between the two... the battle damage caused... the pride left hanging by the thread... it went in what felt like a completely different direction.
Whatever Elisabeth had planned to counterpoise the awkward situation that started sparking once the fight stopped, it meant a change of scenery – out of the dining room and into the bedroom (one that was initially her parents' before circumstances led to it becoming hers)
Ash rubbed away the light dull pain in his neck, an effect of having dragged him up to this room by the collar of his undershirt the whole way through. Outside of that, he kinda lingered awkwardly to the side of the door as Elisabeth locked it to seal their privacy – he wasn't willing to risk getting any more of a whipping from her trying to get away, especially if he got out of this with nothing important accomplished as a result.
Seemed like Elisabeth was fairly reluctant about this – she kept her eyes on the door for perhaps too long before she began to speak. "Ash… don't take this as even a sliver of an idea that there's something more between us than we've already considered. You have frustrations, and they need to be alleviated."
Her eyes finally lingered towards Ash's, and the riding crop that remained in her hand pointed west from his line of sight, towards the bed. "Sit down."
Ash complied as directed, and found a fairly relaxing position on the bed. Again – too much risk for him to disobey at this point, lest he frustrate her even further. He glanced up to the ceiling, at the simple-looking, decorative lights shining above. "Whatever you're considering, I'm... incredibly intrigued, I must admit. ...This isn't going to get weird between us, is it?
Elisabeth was looking into the drawers across from the bed at this point. "Depends on what's considered weird in your mind. I have a feeling it's much different than what I would consider."
continued to sit patiently, looking down with his hands resting together by his knees, as if he was waiting for some sort of appointment. Everything seemed calm and fairly quiet at this point, admittedly, but it started to change, specifically at the moment where he saw something come into his sight and clink around his wrists: a pair of hand...cuffs...?
What the hell?
"...What the hell?" Ash's intrigue completely skyrocketed rather quickly, although it was mixed with a bit of utter confusion over the fact that a noblewoman like happened to carry something like this. "Betty, … pardon me for asking, but why—?"
"Father took part in a citizen's arrest, garnered quite a bit of praise." Quite a straight-forward explanation, especially given the current situation. "This was a token of gratitude from the law enforcement agency. Tonight, however, this is just to hold you back from doing something you might regret."
Ash was willing to roll along once the explanation came through. "You seem like you know what you're doing... I don't have to call you 'maîtresse', do I?"
Elisabeth sighed, a little annoyed. "At that point, I'd much rather you call me Betty."
Giving a light push to make Ash lay down and keep his bound hands out of the way, Elisabeth's matters were clearly focused on the lower half of the pseudo-feminine oddity, and what was going on in his trousers. Although they generally weren't too tight on Ash – especially near the end of his pant-legs, which looked somewhat baggy going outwards over his shoes – it was clearly a tad tighter than usual, especially around the phallic bump tucked down his right side.
Given the circumstances around this, Elisabeth looked as if she almost didn't want to go forward with this, but she didn't want it to show on her face. "Tell me," she began to ask, "when you're dressed up like this, does this hurt for you?"
"I've... gotten used to it." It was far from Ash's first time dealing with the situation in his pants – the King of Fighters tournaments of the past have carried many a seductive beauty, it almost felt like a pick-and-choose moment for who he wanted to consider the top babe.
His simple answer was met with little reaction across Elisabeth's face – probably was an unsurprising answer since, with what she's seem about him in recent times, Ash did seem like he could potentially be a womanizer of some sort – as she loosened the studded belt around his pants and began to pull on it by the hem.
It didn't take any more than a couple inches pulling downwards before 'it' sprung loose – a whole eight inches (loosely eight and a half on sight) of lightly throbbing, beckoning flesh, pointing to the heavens with a fair gusto that matched 's own share of flamboyance.
It... caught Elisabeth off guard, to say the least. "Mon dieu..." She quickly glanced away, setting her elbow on the edge of the bed and her hand over her eyes.
On the other side of things, Ash chuckled over Elisabeth's stoicness cracking – it quickly seemed to overshadow whatever potential awkwardness he would've felt from the general situation of having his member exposed to another. "Come on, Betty – I have a hard time believing this is the first time you've had to have seen a penis."
Looking back, Elisabeth struggled to hide away the light bloom of blush on her face. "Shut up – I'm doing my damnedest to handle this."
"If that's so, I'm glad your 'damnedest' wasn't to simply stomp my crotch into dust. There was something in me that figured you were a complete prude in the face of all this."
"Sometimes the best way to dismantle a situation is to handle it directly." As she shifted her body, kneeling at the edge of the bed, and then shifted Ash's to bring his member closer. "You may not like it, but this is an example of it."
Ash was quick to admit against it, however. "This doesn't seem like something I'd hate..."
Elisabeth responded, "If that's so, then be wary of what you might expect out of this. This isn't a game – this is endurance." For a good moment, her hands only lingered around the member without even as much as grazing a finger on it – as if she seemed reluctant to. She wasn't wrong in saying how 'unbecoming' it would be of them to be in this type of situation.
Eventually, she gave in, and started to take the cock into her left hand with a firm grasp – a simple up-and-down to start this off, nice and easy...
Ash kept his breathing under wraps – somehow, Elisabeth's serious nature could even be felt within her hands by how she handled the cock, and it was already feeling tough to let it all happen without the possibility of busting pure white in minutes. Within the first half-minute, he had already let out a shivery moan that was brief but noticeable to Elisabeth, who glared up for a moment before continuing to focus on the task at hand.
After a minute, Elisabeth adjusted her movements and brought in the other hand to add a bit more strength to her hold; she was handling and tugging with both hands now, and within the first three minutes of this, Ash's stiffness was already starting to form a tiny streamline of pre-cum.
Ash himself was showing some very recognizable signs of enjoyment all the while – eyes closed, cheeks blushing beet-red, a mouth-closed smile slowly reaching from ear to ear, and his legs wriggled freely with the only thing stopping him from shifting all around the bed being the hands wrapped solidly around his cock.
Ash's vocal noises ranged wildly between moans and giggles, sometimes hanging in the in-between. "Hnng—heh-heh-heh~merde, that's good."
He was already starting to feel something pooling and preparing to rise, and he was all too willing to let it course through to the surface.
That was, until the shafting of his cock stopped completely, and all that remained was the tight squeeze of Elisabeth's hands in him. The smile retreated for the moment as a light compact pain blended with the pleasure that remained, and as he looked down, he saw even less amusement on her face at this point.
Elisabeth briefly surveyed the progress thus far, "Only five minutes and it seems like you're reaching the bursting point. I won't sugarcoat it for you, that's far from optimal... but not surprising."
Ash's tone slightly soured from impatience. "Sorry if I can't help myself when I'm being pleasured by a hot beauté."
Elisabeth then said, "Whether it be from me, or from anyone else, you probably couldn't handle anything faster... or can you?"
Suddenly, the shafting movement of her hands on his cock continued, at a somewhat faster rate. A significantly more audible squelching accompanied the rhythm at this point, as the pre-cum started to spread and glisten across Ash's whole member.
Within the next minute...
"Oh god—nng, god, I'm gonna—!"
Then Elisabeth completely let go of her grasp on Ash's cock, leaving it to twitch erratically in anticipation to something that wouldn't come. Ash's grunts briefly grew sour as the realization of the handler letting go set in quickly.
Despite leaving no satisfaction at the door for the other, Elisabeth seemed a little bit intrigued herself – even if it was to the disappointment of the other. "Just as I thought."
Ash was left laid and breathing for a moment with no active touch on him. "So that's how it's going to go down, huh?"
"Guess there's no needing to admit your feelings verbally." Elisabeth got off her knees and back to standing, looming over the young man laying flat on the bed before her at a slight more higher line of sight. "Your penis is doing well being honest for you."
"You're not just going to let me off like that, are you, Betty?" Ash asked. "It's not like I could handle it myself with what you have on me." True, he was cuffed and unable to reach himself...
"Hmph. I'm only getting started." As she responded, brought a leg up, and the toe end of her high heel settled itself in a position that started pressing against Ash's cock to the point where it was starting to lay against his stomach. "Just willing to put you through a little bit of hell – since I'm such a 'tease' as you said."
Ash chuckled a little sheepishly, fighting back a brief moan meanwhile, "I might've been joking in the heat of the battle. Desperation does wonders on a man's psyche..."
"Desperation can get you killed." The pressure of Elisabeth's foot against Ash's cock intensified by about ten percent. "You wouldn't be willing to die if the situation carries the risk, would you?"
"Well... if there was no other choice—aghnn~!"
The intense pressure on Elisabeth's sole amped to roughly thirty percent. "Wrong answer." She probably wouldn't hesitate to try and press down on the young man's cock until it was flat as a pancake, if she wanted to. Certainly would set him straight about getting hard in her line of sight... even if it was a bit extreme.
It only got better/worse for Ash (the mileage was mildly inconsistent within his mind given where Betty was standing on him) as Elisabeth started twisting and shifting her foot around his penis with what was a roughness that could almost be on par with a sheet of sandpaper. Ash's pelvis swiveled slightly as a wordless indication to his struggle, although it could've meant something else as his blushing face and cuffed hands pressed against his quivering mouth may have indicated something else.
Elisabeth looked down at the flame-bearer with a minor sneer of disgust across her face as she saw him struggle in his forcibly submissive position. It was incredibly hard to tell if her expression was artificial to hide true feelings or not – the noblewoman was an expert at carrying a poker face.
The foot-grinding continued for more than a minute longer before Elisabeth finally let free the cock of the red-clad enigma from under her sole – an audible sigh of relief was let loose from Ash's lips, in the middle of some slight panting as his erection pulsed slightly. Doubtful that he was going to acknowledge anything in regards to that, as Elisabeth probably would've turned that upon him in some way to try and make him seem consistently weak under her dominance.
Well, it wouldn't have been all that wrong between them, especially in this moment.
As she climbed down from the bed, Elisabeth recognized a fade of red on the back-end of Ash's shaft where she stood on it. "Don't ask me to kiss that and make it better."
"Wasn't planning on it," Ash responded with a slightly pained tone.
The tip of Elisabeth's riding crop was leaned against Ash's cock with a hint of intrigue, as she saw a slight increase in pre-cum emerging from the tip, dripping around to join the initial amount that was spread across the rest of his shaft and a bit of the clothing around it earlier.
To her, it felt like the two of them had been starting to find an impasse. "Ech... hard to figure out what the hell to do with you next. With each passing moment, it seems like you inch closer, much faster, to a climax that may never come."
Ash started to sit up... "Not quite satisfied, are you, Betty?" He didn't sound very negative in asking that – in fact, he seemed very intrigued by the circumstances, given his situation at the moment. "Guess that puts us on even ground."
At this point, the comment wouldn't be out of the ballpark in a certain way, if Ash was just trying to find a way to taunt Elisabeth as a retort out of his first-time experience of being... left on edge like this.
On the other hand, Elisabeth certainly seemed to think this way, as she started to look a little scorned by the comment. "Please – if you think we're at 'even ground' on anything regarding this, you should reconsider your words."
Her left arm suddenly went around, as she draped it around the back of Ash's head, with her hand shielding around his mouth. Suddenly, with a bit of pull inwards, she held him closer than before to her chest, his face planted right underneath
All the while, Elisabeth's other hand grappled onto Ash's erection, and started jerking on him with significantly more aggression and speed than before. It wasn't a confident, almost massaging, examination like the first go around, it was straight up a power wank with built-up frustration being the fuel to her mighty hand.
It took less than a minute for Ash to get a grasp onto his pre-orgasmic state again, but at point where he just grazed the limit he could handle, Elisabeth's hand stopped in its rhythm. Once again, his cock throbbed for a merciful expunge of the fluids from his nether system, but nothing surfaced, and it wiggled with increasing frustration.
Spending the next minute waiting for the intense throbbing, among other feelings in Ash's cock, to subside temporarily, Elisabeth continued the aggressive strokes on it, keeping up the same rhythm from the last time. Surprisingly, this time around, he managed to last some seconds longer before the urge to splurge his load began to rise back up again – but once again, Elisabeth completely sealed him off from the satisfaction that, by this moment, it was presumable he thought he absolutely deserved in the end of all this.
"Endure, Ash," she said to him. "It's for your own good."
The stop-start of it all wound up in a sort of routine that Elisabeth managed to accurately time, allowing her to continue to build the frustration in Ash's loins for about ten minutes longer. If there was even an idea of thought about what could be considered the most unusual, yet most cruel, type of psychological torture, this would certainly be up there.
Meanwhile, something else other than his struggling load, also started to rise up within Crimson without fully surfacing – sparks of green within his bound hands, of a flame that tried desperately to get out, even if it risked disrupting the moment.
This was not something unnoticed by Elisabeth, though, as she saw the tiny sparks of what could've been a burst of Ash's emerald flames attempt to lash against what remained unburnt of her shirt.
Having just brought Ash's cock to the brink for the umpteenth time, she had fully unhanded it from her grasp. "Your flames... they're struggling to break free, in the middle of all of this. Has your resolve splintered?"
Given how he was at this point, after what felt like an hour despite only being nearly half of one, Ash's breath slowly grew more labored, and his face was reddened, not to mention carrying patches of wetness across it – from sweat or tears, it was debatable to why.
As for answering the important question regarding his 'resolve'. "No. Not at all." His 'smile' and his weary voice said otherwise. It clearly had cracked in some manner.
It didn't exactly fool Lady Blanctorche either. "Hmph. I don't believe you." She handled Ash's glistening erection with an initial enforcing squeeze, but she didn't go forward with the strokes immediately, only maintaining the squeezing force. "Maybe I need to try harder."
As soon as he felt the hard squeeze, Ash brought the back of his head against the bed, attempting to sink himself deeper within its cushioning. There was a point where he was willing to give in, and he was probably a mile past it at this point. "Nngh... Elisabeth, just... let me cum... please..."
As soon as his plea hit her ears, Elisabeth's grip slightly weakened; Ash would rarely ever call her by her real name unless he was in an extreme enough state of desperation, seriousness, etc. In the few times where even if they had only slightly interacted between then and back when they were younger, she knew he wasn't quite easy to cut down mentally. It... almost felt like a trigger went off in her mind that demanded she feel a bit more.
Ultimately, she completely separated her hand from around Ash's penis, leaving him only slightly throbbing. Her general sternness had started to crack apart as well, as she started to show a little bit of sympathy through her expression.
She looked down at him. "Ash... tell me, and please be honest... do you understand now, how much one can handle with themselves with things such as this?"
There was a sense of relief flushing lightly across Ash's face. "There's just so much one can take before they break... I guess I was the unlucky one today..."
It was very melancholic for Elisabeth to see Ash in a state of feeling a shade of mercy – it was nothing like she had seen since back when they lived together those years ago... back when... it didn't really matter, it was all in the past for them.
After a moment to herself and her thoughts, Elisabeth sighed as she knew what she had to do – but it wasn't because she had to finally give the satisfaction at some point, but how she had decided to go ahead with it...
With a careful lift, Elisabeth grabbed onto Ash's legs and adjusted to bring them around her waist, with intention to not only bring herself closer to his cock, but to bring that cock closer to... well, let's just say that the flames that exposed a good part of her were proving to be more useful for this moment than expected.
It was impossible for to not notice the adjustments being made in the position between them. "Uh... Betty?"
She retorted with a hint of joking snide. "Ash, don't play dumb – this is what you really wanted out of this, right?
The sleek glaze of what was minutes of built-up pre-cum on Ash's cock happened to make a perfect lubricant to help it slide right into the crevice in between Elisabeth's breasts. She was certainly going straight ahead to business, to say the least, as she immediately started to slide herself up and down as the cock maintained its position within her cleavage.
It was surprising that Ash didn't bust then and there – but not as surprising given his cock was left dormant without much in terms of stroking for much longer than in the past few minutes. Especially for someone he considered more as a friend than as a lover, it was damn near perfect how well it looked and felt to have himself like this. The plumpness and the bounce of her D-cup beauties as she set the motions, the way she pressed against the outer sides of herself to lock his cock within the in-between with no intention of letting go, the tightness all around as a result of the above combination, it was certainly a holy sight for him.
His moans said more than enough about how all the struggle his member could take, might as well have been worth it. "Ohhh... c'est beau..." The smile of gratification was a return to form from what he was moments before. To him, this was pretty much a reward to lasting as long as he did.
Elisabeth was quite impressed herself. "Finally holding your own with yourself, huh?"
Ash chuckled with a shuddery undertone, keeping his still-cuffed hands over his head. "H-h-h-heh-heh... probably not for long."
Elisabeth shifted herself to get closer in a face-to-face while attempting to maintain the breast-fucking rhythm. "Might want to prepare yourself, then." She was starting to pin Ash's shoulders against the bedding underneath with how they were positioned together.
As the grateful climax drew near, Ash attempted to intensify the motions of his cock laying snug within Elisabeth's goods, with a bit of gyration, lightly thrusting his pelvis upwards as if to get more of a feeling of thrusting into a fine piece of lady meat; it seemed like it was helping out a fair bit, as he rewarded himself a couple more choice moans.
From the anticipating throbs of his cock, the load he had built up on half an hour of its tease and denial of release, was starting to crawl within the vicinity of eventual eruption. It was about the right time for him to give the quick warning before said eruption would happen... "Je suis proche, Betty..."
Elisabeth smiled down, confident with her truly 'unbecoming' capabilities at this moment. "Prêt à éjaculer pour moi?"
It was always an interesting experience between them to speak within their home language – as they had generally grown accustomed to others – but in this situation, for Ash, it was kinda hot to hear the noblewoman respond as such.
So much so that he was right on the brink as his legs wrapped tightly around the back of Elisabeth, and she held on to him even tighter. "Ahh~hah~! I'm gonnaaahh~!"
The release had never been sweeter than now – passing right through into the open with near-silent spurts, Ash started to unleash wet blasts of his cum, eyes closed shut as he felt the strain to burst the liquid all the way out of his system...
...and within milliseconds later, he started feeling splatters of wetness directly hit him in the face.
Oh. Oh dear.
If there was one thing that could be considered a weakness for Ash Crimson in this kind of state, it would be that his mind would get too clouded to see how everything was set up in the positioning. Somehow, in the way that Elisabeth positioned herself alongside him, Ash's cock, although still snug within Betty's tits, was aimed directly at himself.
The end result: he was unintentionally giving himself a facial, and what a facial it was – the orgasm-denial that had been going on for the past half-hour had really built up a load on him, to the point where he fired at least twenty globs of thick white 'goodness' (unsure in terms of this moment specifically) that hit him all over his face, from his eyes (mainly the one eye uncovered by his hairdo) to even getting within his mouth in spaces. Although the release was completely worth the penile 'torture', having to taste it, and to experience it on himself to begin with, was not in Ash's cards.
As for the other side of the cumshot, the one mostly in witness, Elisabeth looked to oddly be enjoying it – not necessarily because the Blanctorche beauty found fondness in the hotness or cuteness of the situation, but because it seemed like she had Ash's cock propel against him on purpose, for some sort of odd bite-back in the end of all of this.
She certainly proved further that idea once Ash's minute-long spermfest subsided; as she looked down at him, his face caked in the white stuff, she giggled at the sight and said, "Guess you weren't prepared for that."
It was hard to see what expression had taken upon Ash's face under all the cum, and he was almost unable to speak due to how exhausted he must've felt, but his retort seemed clearly unamused. "You... you did that on purpose..."
Elisabeth responded with words that technically weren't her own. "Well, 'I managed to surprise you, didn't I?'"
She knew what she was saying, and how she said it, and, with no relation to the situation intended, it was the icing on the cake.
After all was said and done, Ash spent almost an hour washing his face and hair to get all the cum off of him – even with it all physically out of his system, the taste of it, and experiencing it head-on, was never going to escape him no matter how hard he tried to forget. He could still be thankful regardless that Elisabeth allowed him her bathroom to help deal with that as soon as possible.
Speaking of, as he left the bathroom with a towel brushing against his hair, he almost immediately took notice to her approaching him, having been waiting a couple feet from the door, in the hall. She seemed fairly calm in how she composed herself towards him, although maybe a slight remorseful considering... what happened in the bedroom...
"Ash... I just want to let you know... regarding what had gone down today, it's for the best that we don't consider too much of it in our minds for anything other than to reflect.
Ash found nothing wrong in that. "Seems like a good idea; if I were you, I'd tend to let it drift past me, too."
"I wouldn't want it to distract us from the task at hand."
"...The task at hand?"
"The mission, Ash," Elisabeth reminded.
His memory jogged slightly as he remembered; wasn't surprising that he momentarily forgot about the discussions when he initially arrived, considering he was more focused on getting all that cum off of him. "Oh yeah; the evil cult, the 'Distant Land', et cetera..." He chuckled the forgetfulness off. "Désolé, Betty, I—"
"It's quite alright," Elisabeth assured. Onto another subject – one hinted mainly by the envelope she held "As for the tournament, whether you're worthy or not... your skill as a fighter, you've at least shown you can keep up with another, even if you haven't shown a true superiority yet."
Ash shrugged. "I was honestly only getting started with what I could do – the most we did, was in that bedroom..."
Elisabeth found it relatively easy (and surprisingly so) to avoid blushing over the still-fresh memory. "Again, better off not paying mind to that... I'll think about it – as the tournament looms closer, I might have to re-evaluate your resolve. Besides that, you've shown endurance in more ways than one, though... there's something I can respect from that."
"Aww, Betty – you do trust me~" Ash quickly roped Elisabeth into a slightly awkward feeling hug, mainly based on his still-wet hair brushing against her face. Besides that, a friendly embrace between the two.
"For now, at least. I just hope you don't do something stupid when we get started on our plans."
Ash let go of the hug before long. "I can't hold a promise that I won't, but I'll do what I can." He started to make his way out at this point. "Au revoir, Betty. Hoping everything turns out for the best for us, the whole tournament business and all..."
looked on with a sense of confidence that things will be dealt with, with pride and justice, in the end of all of this. Just like all the other tournaments, the scum underneath the foundation had to be scoped out and it seemed like she and Ash were among a certain few who could be able to help stop evil this time.
It was mostly dependent on her, him and the...
...envelope...?
She didn't notice it at first, but she realized something was off when she didn't feel that envelope on her person. It was as if it disappeared, or...
"Oh, un de plus, Betty..."
Elisabeth heard 's voice again, at the half-opened doors to her home. His arm was the only part that was shown to her line of sight in between the doors – and that invitation envelope was one of two things that rang within her mind at the moment, with the other being what he said next. "Try to remember to focus, okay?"
His slightly mischievous chuckle was the last she heard of him before the doors closed, leaving her with a mix of emotions circling her mind – a touch of anger, a handful of utter confusion and surprise, and a smidgen of something within her that was feeling impressed that Ash managed to sneak the invitation right into his own hands without her noticing. Regardless of all that, one thing was certain for her:
She hoped he knew what he was doing.
