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A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 5: Lorelei Rising

"Zechs?" Quatre shakes the man's shoulder in concern. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm…fine." He replies with a smile. "I was just talking to my father."

"But Zechs, your father's dead…" But then it hits him, "My god, the Master named you heir of the Empire."

Zechs is still smiling faintly. "He did."

"Allah save us," Quatre is stunned, but not at Zechs's announcement. For Lucrezia has begun to sing and the effect is like a million lightning bolts piercing though his heart. A collective moan of pleasure ripples through the crowd. Zechs falls to his knees and somewhere a bottle breaks.

The concert doesn't stop for a solid hour and a half. Lucrezia sings her siren's song, not stopping, knowing that Zechs is out there and it is for him, her love alone, she sings. No one in the room is able to move a muscle until the last warbling note dies an unwilling death in the air. Silence for a moment, then, all hell breaks loose as people laud the Lorelei on stage with every once of their being.

She runs lightly offstage and into his arms. And without fear he lifts her up, kisses her with all the longing he has suppressed for twelve years, and in that moment nothing matters but her. He ignores the crowd, ignores his stunned friends and walks out with her into the night. Her arms are twined trustingly about his neck and her body rests against the warm strength of his chest and arms and she is safe for nothing will dare harm her with Zechs there.

And when they return home, not a word is spoken. There are no words needed. Zechs slowly removes her clothes and casts them aside along with his own expensive raiment. He traps her with his arms and once again they kiss, holding it until Noin has to breathe and her body swells under him. He crushes her against him, kisses her neck, her shoulders, the underside of her ear where he knows she is most sensitive.

Her long, delicate fingers comb through his tangled hair, being careful not to hurt him. The fingers of her other hand brush his burning member and he moans, feels tendrils of fire shoot through his body, and she knows. A slow, sweet note escapes her throat and pierces through him, then another, then another, until he is drowning in the sound and weak with the pleasure of it. Her lips travel the length of his body, mapping it out in her mind, taking note of the places that make him breathe hard and cry out in supplication. Like the tiny spot right above his organ…

"Lucia…" Is all he can manage but with her lips pressing on his once more, he falls silent. And then, he is again in control. She has had her piece of authority and is content to let him take over. His right hand slips around to support her back and his lips find the taut nipples of her small breasts. Nimble fingers pull and knead until she can stand it no longer.

"Zechs…" Her voice is pleading but he will not let her speak. She rises against him in delicious agony as those torturing fingers slip down between her thighs and discover the warmth of her vagina. And then, with a shift of limbs and body, he is truly inside her. She draws in her breath sharply; he is her first, and she did not know what to expect. But then the pain subsides and she rocks with him in the oldest dance known to man. One more note of pure, delicious agony soars from her as she climaxes and that is enough to push him into oblivion. He spends himself into her warm body and then, chest heaving, collapses against her, holding her as close as he can, face pressed into her neck.

Zechs's movements are getting sluggish and he guesses, correctly, that the sun is rising. He watches his Lucia sleep for as long as he can and then, as Phoebus's chariot breaks over the horizon, he nestles against her warmth and gives up to oblivion.