He is going to be the end of me.
I am curled up in a little ball on top of my bed, clad in nothing but a pair of sheer black boy shorts and a tight ruby bra that struggles to keep my ample bosom in check. My face is buried in the sheets, the wrinkled cotton fabric already quite damp from my tears and a just little bit of sweat as well. My cobalt violet locks stick to the sides of my face, the strands long since matted against my rosy lips, cheekbones and the thick, dark lashes surrounding my swollen eyes. I have been like this for the better part of a day now. I've not left my room at all – not even once – not since what happened… last night. My bottom still aches from having been abused in such a way. The flesh is raw and hot; I can almost feel his cock throbbing inside of me still. The phantom pain sends a thrum of heat along my core, spreading up from my nether regions to dance along the very edge of my spine. It is as though my mind can conjure, with perfect recollection, every ounce of pleasure and dollop of pain that Talon drizzled over my body the night before. The teasing… the fucking… the kissing… and the spanking he administered to my ruined bottom after all was said and done.
Tell me what you want, Fiora.
I can hear only his words echoing in my head at the moment and nothing else. That single statement… it rings aloud in my ears over again and again. I will never forget the deep, rich tone that whispered those words, no matter how hard I try. His voice is like a spider's web to my fly. What I would do to just to hear it say my name one more time. The thought alone frightens me.
Tell me again what you want.
When he uttered those very words to me… when I was naked, helpless, bound and gagged… and he was towering above me with all his masculinity, wearing little more than a simmering gaze and devilish smirk… I thought to myself in that moment… I would crawl on my hands and knees, over broken glass and fire for this man, just to feel his palm caress my head… if only he endeavored to place such a demand upon me.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I know Talon is going to be the end of me.
I roll over onto my back, letting my hand slip along my warbling breasts to the inward curve of my tummy. My nails flick rather incessantly at the sapphire piercing dangling from my navel – a nervous habit I often indulge in when I am lost in another world of thought. As I lay there, fingertips tracing over the mottled pattern of rope burns marring my otherwise pale and perfect skin, I cannot help but languish in my current predicament. What started out as a simple wager – stupid as it was – has now turned into a very dangerous game of sexual dominance indeed. These marks on my body… these patterns dappling my flesh, etched into my skin under the sting of rope and open palms… they are more than just mere bruises. No… they are signs… a claim of Talon's ownership over my mind and body. He means to warn me (and indeed any other who might gaze upon my naked body) that I am his property and his alone.
Why… oh why… does that make me so wet?
My hand travels further south now as I unconsciously begin to spread my legs apart. The tiniest of moans manages to escape my lips and I find my fingers burrowing under the sheer fabric of my undergarments, nails raking the milky smooth flesh of my pubic mound hidden underneath. Heat spreads from my nether region… I can feel my thumb hook into the waistline of my panties now, dragging the flimsy fabric down until the very top of my glistening lips kiss the cool evening air. My face flushes and my pulse quickens. A bead of nectar pools under my nails as I flick my lips apart, exposing the velvet pink hidden within. Oh, of course I am wet… dripping in fact. I've been a mess like this ever since that first night he challenged me.
The heat begins to spread along my neck and collarbone while my nipples stand painfully erect. I imagine him looming over me now, his sinewy body casting a shadow over my own as I am forced to pleasure myself for his enjoyment. He gazes at me through a veil of searing amber gold, a smirk on his lips. Keep your pussy spread, he whispers to me. If you don't, you'll be punished. Wordlessly I obey, my hand trembling as I grip my lips and spread them further and further apart. That's it. His smirk turns to a grin. Just like that, Fiora.
Good girl…
My middle finger collapses upon my slit to trace its length from top to bottom, stopping only to run teasing circles around the nub. God… it aches. Every time the point of my nail prods my clit I cannot help but shiver and whimper. I have to cover my mouth as I pump my digit deeper inside… harder… faster… my thighs are slick with nectar, my panties and bed sheets stained thrice over. Deeper. I am tighter than usual it would seem… I may not be able to fit more than two digits this time. But then again… I thought the very same thing when Talon decided to take my ass from behind. Another moan rises from my throat and my hips begin to buck wildly against my own touch. My body tenses, toes curling. The scent of sex permeates my nostrils and my breathing grows shallower by the second. The ache is too much… I am on pins and needles now. I cannot… nnh… I…I'm going to…
"…"
The sixth time today.
I admit it. I am a mess. My nerves are shot, body like a bowl of jelly… and to top it all off, I think that was my last pair of clean underwear.
Enough!
I must put a stop to this… this shameless self-indulgence. How is this even happening? I am a duelist, for heaven's sake! The pride of House Laurent. I just… I… I must not give into these submissive thoughts swimming through my head, no matter how much I long for them. I need a distraction. Some sort of diversion to take my mind off of Talon… away from his dark, delicious depravity I find myself craving more and more as of late.
Fifteen minutes later I am back in the old gym where our encounter first began, hacking away at a training dummy with wide, savage strokes from my trusty rapier, la Rose de L'acier. I kept the ruby bra on but decided to rid myself of those soiled panties in favor of a pair of slim black training shorts instead, the shiny fabric taut against the curves of my hips and upper thighs. I suppose it all doesn't really matter now… everything is completely drenched again anyway. Beads of sweat dribble down my chin and throat in glistening rivulets, only to pool in the valley of my breasts; my bra has already turned a darker shade of red in the process. My bare midriff is slick with moisture as well. The lines of my shapely curves and subtle yet firm musculature glisten in the fading twilight every time I make a move.
I do not care who sees me like this now. With every thrust and lunge, I grit my teeth harder than I have ever before in my entire life. The sword strokes become faster and more forceful as I continue to hack away at the dummy, yet no matter how hard I strike it just isn't enough. I can feel a torrent of emotion bubbling to the surface now, all that pent-up anger… no, not anger but… frustration… at my current situation. Once again, I am torn. Torn between the woman I am and the woman I long to be. My vision grows blurry and la Rose seems to be getting heavier in my grasp with every passing moment. I'm no longer even striking the training dummy. With tears in my eyes I lean forward to bury my face against the straw.
Why… of all people… did it have to be… him?
"F-Fiora?" A timid little voice squeaks out my name from somewhere behind me, startling me out of my tearful misgivings. My grip on la Rose reaffirms once more and I stifle a sniffle as I return to the task at hand of mercilessly eviscerating the straw dummy with heavy sword strokes. That voice… I would recognize that mousy little thing anywhere. I must admit, I harbor a bit of antagonism for the owner of that voice, and the issue is only further exacerbated by the fact that she is far too dense to realize it.
"Fiora… I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
Actually Lux… yes. Yes you are interrupting something. That is what I would like to say to her, at least. Instead, what comes out of my mouth is little more than an unintelligible grumble, interspersed between measured huffs as sweat and tears continue to dribble down my chin. I cannot allow her – a Crownguard – to see me like this, in such a state of emotional disarray. Her family sits at the head of the Demacian Council, right at the foot of House Lightshield. I cannot show weakness in front of her. Not her, of all people.
God I hate Lux.
I cannot say exactly why for certain – indeed, it may be somewhat irrational on my part – but for some reason… I just cannot stand this girl. I do not think it is her personality, bubbly and effusive as it may be... and I recognize her skill in the arcane arts, just as she recognizes my martial prowess. No, it is something on a more fundamental level. Perhaps it is because I feel as though she and I could be two sides of the same coin, but whereas throughout my life I have been forced to prove my skills in the eyes of others… she, on the other hand, was simply born into it. She knows nothing of struggle, nothing of being underestimated and taken lightly. A prodigy they called her, the dear darling of Demacia… loved by many and adored by all.
Well, almost all, anyway.
"I…I need… some advice," Lux continues now, her normally gushy temperament somewhat subdued for some reason. Her words trail off ever so slightly as I feel her advancing upon me from behind. "I-I… didn't know who else to turn to. You're the only one who-"
"Advice?" Incredulous, I echo the word right back at her, all the while furiously trying to blink back tears from the corners of my eyes as best as I can. What could I possibly advise this girl on that her army of caretakers and counselors couldn't do a better job of? I grit my teeth and proceed to bury my rapier in the maw of the training dummy, blade skewering the thick straw mats and embedding itself to the hilt. A heavy sigh escapes my lips and slowly I wheel about to face her, chest heaving as I wipe my sapphire eyes with the back of my forearm. Our gazes make contact for the first time. "About… what exactly?"
"W-well…" she blushes, her azure gaze falling to the floor. Lux has on a short, frilly little plaid skirt, dark stockings and a lacy cotton top, ruffled at the edges, with a baby blue ribbon tied in a bow under her breasts. She is rather petite, even by Demacian standards, curvaceous but slim… not unlike myself I suppose. Her long blonde hair seems to shimmer in the darkness, bangs curling into pretty little ringlets at the very tips. I imagine her hair must feel as soft as silk. Personal feelings aside, I cannot deny that Luxanna… is rather… attractive, in an innocent sort of…
…ahem.
Let us not go there, please.
"This is so embarrassing," her eyes dart from left to right before settling coyly back on me. "B-but… I…" She stops again and inhales sharply in what I can only imagine is an attempt to muster some courage. "I... I need your advice… concerning… a man." She exhales and blinks once, gazing at me expectantly. Her cheeks are now a bright, solid red; mine are quickly following suit it would seem.
Did she really… just ask me… for relationship advice?
Me?!
Oh god. The irony is almost too much to bear."C-come… again?" I whisper, unsure if I am hearing her correctly. My head cocks off to the side slightly as my lips part, sweat-slick violet bangs sliding away from my eye line. "You want… my advice… on-"
"Well, you see," she interjects with a huff as her gaze falls to the floor once more. "There's this person… a man… that I like… umm, well… I suppose it's stronger than 'like' really. Maybe… it's… love? I don't know. I mean… I think I do, but…" Her hand rises to meet her lips and she begins to chew on the ends of her lacquered cyan nails before taking another deep breath.
Oh dear. I know where this is going.
"We've spent a lot of time together in the past," she exhales and continues. "Not so much recently, and by recently I mean very recently – as in the past few months – but I guess… we still see each other from time to time… just not like it used to be. Anyway, every time I do see him… my heart seems to skip a beat. Honestly, I find myself thinking about him a lot. He's so strong and handsome… achingly handsome. And when he says my name I… well… anyway, back to the original point, I guess it would be safe to say that I… do love him. Maybe. I think. I just… I don't know… what to do…" She saddles me with a look of innocence and uncertainty, still chewing on those nails of hers.
After all that, I can only sigh in response.
"And? Have you… tried communicating any of this to him?" I reply with more than just a bit of exasperation laced into my words, turning around and bending over to pick up my water bottle off of the floor. "Does he know how you feel?" I press the metal canister to my parched lips, eyes closing just a bit as the cool liquid blazes a trail of icy rejuvenation down my throat. I can feel the tension slowly draining away from my features now, breathing slowing and muscles relaxing as a gentle sort of soreness settles in over my body. When I open my eyes again I see my own reflection staring back at me from the mirror. I am absolutely flushed from head to toe and my hanging breasts seem poised to spill out of my tight little ruby sports bra, given the way I am stooped over so awkwardly.
"Well, we've had sex. Many, many times in fact."
The water bottle clatters to the floor and a spray of liquid ejects from my mouth, splattering against the mirrored walls in thick globules of visually manifested disbelief.
"He likes it rough, too. And dirty. Really dirty. Sometimes he even-"
"T-that's quite alright!" I cry out at the top of my lungs. I do not think I've ever cut somebody off in the middle of a sentence faster than I just did so. "I-I'm not interested in hearing any details so spare me, please." The absolute last image I want burned into my head at the moment is that of Luxanna Crownguard being fucked six ways from Sunday. Just… god no. Kill me first. "Anyway," I mutter under my breath, heaving a sigh of trepidation, "what is the problem then, exactly? If you… love him so much, as you say?"
For a moment Lux falters, her lips parting as she hesitates to respond. Her sullen gaze wavers and a fresh batch of heat rushes to flood her cheeks with a deep crimson hue. "That's the thing. I… I don't even know… if he feels the same way about me." She glances down at her open palms before placing both hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers. "And more importantly, my family would never approve of him. He's not even a Demacian, much less a noble. They would never-"
I feel a knot form in my throat as something akin to anger bubbles to the surface. Before I even realize what I am doing I have lashed out and grabbed Lux by the collar of her shirt, nearly yanking the poor girl off her feet entirely. "They would never what?" I snap at her, my sapphire gaze threatening to bore a hole in her skull. Wow. Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Something she said really struck a chord with me. "Listen to me Luxanna, and listen very carefully," I lilt emphatically as I force her diminutive frame against mine, in such a way that our breasts are smushed together and our gazes are locked. "To hell with what anyone else says or thinks. Do you understand?" I honestly cannot believe the words that are coming out of my mouth right now, moreover that I am uttering them with such conviction… and to this particular girl, of all people. "If you love him, then you owe it to yourself," I am half yelling and half pleading at this point, struggling in vain to choke back a flood of emotion as my grip on her collar begins to falter. "You owe it to yourself… to follow your heart, for all those who cannot!"
My eyes go wide and the tears begin to flow down my cheeks en masse.
Follow your heart.
For a long time I have denied myself this very pursuit, the most fundamental of life's pleasures. I have spent many a night awake, worried sick about how others would perceive me, about what they would say behind my back if they were to learn my secrets, my desires. For too long I have withered under the thumb of my own self-inflicted guilt and scorn… but all of that ends tonight. I will no longer hide; I will no longer pretend to be anyone else but myself.
"Fiora… are you… alright?" Lux gazes up at me with those wavering ice-blue eyes of hers, the look of baffled concern on her face genuine. She holds onto my hips now, having embraced me the whole time I've been sobbing into her shoulder. How embarrassing… I have held nothing but contempt for this girl for so long and still she behaves so kindly and congenially with me. I am such a fool sometimes.
"I-I'm sorry, Lux. I… I have to… go." I leave her embrace and make my way to the door, but not before turning one last time to cast a final glance back at the doe-eyed young blonde, a look of absolute bewilderment still plastered across her features. What comes out of my mouth next probably won't do much to alleviate said confusion. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I smile softly and say, "thank you."
It's about time I took my own advice for a change. It's about time…
I follow my heart.
I am standing in the hallway just outside of his door now, dressed as I was during my training. I came straight from there, not even stopping to shower or gather my belongings along the way. My skin remains flushed and warm, curves still glistening under the waning moonlight. My chest is heaving too… did I… run here? I cannot even remember anymore. Take a deep breath. One of my hands collapses around his doorknob, fingers curling tentatively against the polished brass. The other moves to rap its knuckles lightly across the wood. My heart is pounding, my body trembling… I have never felt so much anxiety over anything, ever before. But… even so, my lips part, and I whisper five little words that may change my life forever.
"Talon… may I come in?"