A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.
WARNING: OOC, LANGUAGE, LEMON, SLIGHT SADISM and VIOLENCE
Chapter 2: Endurance Training
"Is this really necessary Gale?" a female voice asked.
A chuckle reverberated through the room. The woman's hair stood on one end. She couldn't see…She didn't know where he was…And her position was unnerving her.
There she was, with her hands cuffed behind her back and her eyes blindfolded, standing in the middle of his room. She growled. She didn't know where Gale would be.
Her heart beat erratically as she perked up her ears, listening for any and every noise or sound that would pass through the room.
There! She heard his light footsteps!
Behind her!
Mustering up her strength, she pulled her bound hands apart, breaking the handcuffs that bound them together and threw a punch into the air.
She cursed herself; nothing but air.
She missed.
Her assumption wasn't without foundation as she felt a pair of hands on her own, calming them down and his warm body pressed against hers from behind…She moaned and let her body relinquish its alert countenance, replaced by a soothed demeanor.
Soon, she felt a pair of warm and moist lips on her neck. Tilting her head to the side, she let him nip on the aforesaid skin without restraint, "Gale…"
His hands traveled from holding her hands and slid up and down her arms, leaving electric sensations in its wake.
And then, a moment later, he was gone again. She growled, "Gale!! That wasn't fair!"
Suddenly, she heard his voice echoing in the room, "Why? This is merely a training exercise…Besides, there is no 'fair' or 'unfair' in war. You know that."
She was beginning to lose her patience, "But I can't see you!"
She heard him chuckle, "That's precisely the point!"
There! On the left! Or was it on the right? A foot away?
'Damn…!' she cursed herself, 'Gotta focus…'
She forced herself to calm down and again listen to any and every sort of noise or sound within the room…
"Shit!" she cursed as she had undoubtedly failed as she felt herself roughly pressed against the wall; her chest, face and palms on the wall. He was right behind her.
"It looks like you can still use some training…" she heard him drawl, his breath on her cheek.
"G-get off me Gale!" she seethed in fury. How dare he do this? How dare he win?!
"Why? I won this round…"
"Because you had an unfair advantage!" she growled which ended in a squeak as Gale licked and nipped her earlobe. She struggled against him, squirming and turning her body left and right but all efforts were fruitless as he used his full body weight to hold her in place…
"You-you haven't won yet!" she seethed through gritted teeth.
"Oh? Haven't I?" he taunted evenly, his voice impassive and indifferent…But his actions and his lips were anything but impassive and indifferent.
No sooner than his words left his lips that he grabbed both of her wrists and had them behind her back. She wouldn't let him win that easily though as she elbowed him in his stomach and turned around, kneeing him where it really counted.
He saw it a mile away though and avoided her attack with ease and grabbed her arm again, twisting it, sending her to the ground with a soft thud. She was on her back now and groaned, "Not fair…"
She groaned again as she felt him on her, sitting on her abdomen, grabbing her wrists and pinning them along either side of her face.
She opened her mouth to protest but only found his lips and hungry tongue devouring hers instead…She was effectively blindfolded, bound and now, gagged.
'What will she do in this situation I wonder?' he asked himself, bemused.
He was surprised however as she did not do anything. She remained completely relaxed and still beneath him. Gale raised his eyebrow in skepticism. She was planning something. She then responded to his kiss, letting her tongue plunder his mouth, lashing out angrily albeit passionately against his…
He could feel his iron wall of resolve beginning to weaken as she kissed him, her body heat oozing from her and entering his body…
She moaned sensuously beneath him.
Gale stiffened as he felt his manhood awaken at such a sound…such a melodious sound…Wanting to bring her test up a higher level, he suddenly grabbed her jacket and tore it from her body. She growled in response, "I needed that!"
"Not in an enemy's prison cell you won't." he replied, reminding her of the possibilities should she be captured by another tribe.
His large and calloused hands wandered over to her uniform as his lips continued to devour hers. His nimble fingers reached the zipper of her corset and slid it down carefully. She then let her fingers wander over to his shoulders and then to his head where his hood was. A moment later, she had off of him, threading her fingers through his smooth hair, massaging his scalp gently.
Gale groaned lightly as she massaged his scalp; her touch was so relaxing, so soothing…He groaned again as he felt electric jolts travel to his manhood. His uniform suddenly felt tight and hot. He really needed to get out of it.
Then, at that moment, time froze.
She moaned against his mouth…
Hot blood rushed throughout his body; the feeling of utter lust was fogging his senses…Nothing but lust reigned his body and mind…
He wanted to make her his…He wanted to make her beg for him…
Not wasting any more time, he pulled away from her lips and looked at her…He smiled. There she was, moaning beneath him with her luscious pink lips parted ever so slightly, a faint pink tinge on her cheeks, with a sinister blindfold over her bright eyes…
He felt another jolt of electricity enter and surge through his veins as he eyed her…She was helpless before him.
And he loved it.
But…
'She's not helpless enough…' he thought darkly, clearly not satisfied.
He wanted more; he needed more from her…He wanted her to hurt, to ache…but at the same time, he wanted her to feel pleasure and ecstasy.
He wanted her to feel pain…but at the same time, he wanted her to know, to realize that he was her only savior. He wanted her to understand with her heart and soul that he was the only one who would help her…He was her deliverer.
He was her deliverer from the agony that he himself would bestow upon her…
Argilla could feel nothing but excitement well up from within the bowels of her being. Gale's touches were driving her mad…
If only he would hurry up and fulfill her desires…
"Gale…please…"
"Please what?"
"I…I want you…" she moaned desperately.
Gale looked at her with impassive eyes and then resumed his task on her cumbersome uniform. Argilla's heart raced as she felt him fumble with the straps and the zippers of her uniform. She could clearly hear the rustling noises and she could practically feel his frustration…
A moment later, she found herself completely bare against him…She gasped as she felt his hand grab her plump breast, his wet tongue taking her nipple, nipping and suckling roughly. She writhed beneath him, letting her hands wander blindly. She found his head, still buried within her chest, and ran her fingers through his green hair.
Suddenly, it was all over. Again, she found herself alone. He was gone. Again. This was really getting out of hand. She sat up from the floor and hugged herself.
'Where are those damn clothes?! Damn Gale! Getting me all excited for nothing!' she screamed mentally.
Her hands reached for her blindfold but stopped as she felt another hand on her own, halting her movements.
She was beginning to hate him for doing that.
"Don't do that. Training isn't over."
"Well, what the hell do you want me to do?! We've been here half an hour already!" she yelled at him, turning her head to the side to ensure that he heard clearly what she had to say.
All that she heard was an amused chuckle, "Alright…"
Alright? What the hell did that even mean?
Suddenly she was flipped on her hands and knees, and there, she felt him within her. She groaned in both surprise and pleasure.
Gale groaned as he breathed in the stale air…He loved this feeling being buried within her…He loved being on her the way he was now…It was the position of pure and utter submission on her part…
She was his…
"Gale…" she moaned as she hung her head low, feeling dizzy with desire.
He moved frantically within her without reserve. Her mouth hung agape, letting saliva trail from her parted lips and onto her chin. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest.
She didn't know why but as she was there, with him, with her eyesight temporarily nullified, she could feel him a bit more. It was as if her other senses had been heightened!
Then, without warning, Gale grabbed her arms and pulled them on her back, resulting in her to fall on the floor, hitting the side of her face at the loss of support.
Gale chuckled as he saw her struggle, with her face on the floor…She must be hurting…But he didn't care…He wanted to see her this way…He loved seeing her helpless…and now, she really was helpless. There was nothing that she could do to alleviate herself of the discomfort and pain.
Only he can.
She needed to know…She needed to understand…that he was her only way out…
"What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled in agony…and at the same time, incomprehensible pleasure as he continued to slam himself forcefully within her.
A moment's diversion from her current state and it was all over. She didn't even realize it. Her hands, once more were bound with handcuffs.
Before she could question him, he chuckled, "I'm always prepared. I knew you'd break them. So, I always have an extra pair…"
"Lousy…"
Whatever nasty profane words that she was preparing to utter died and dissipated into the warm and stale air as they continued their wild dance…She groaned in pain as Gale pulled her wrists forcefully, forcing her body to move backwards…He was pulling too much!
Then, he moved even faster, ignoring her pleas…
"Feel this pain…?" he asked sensuously as he thrust hard within her, his one hand pulling at the cuff while his body bent towards hers, pressing their bodies further and tighter together, his other hand squeezing her breast painfully, causing bruises to form.
She gasped from the pain, "Oh God…"
"Do you feel this?" he rasped, his voice sensual and husky, pulling her tighter, squeezing her tighter…
"Y-yes…! Yes I do!" she moaned, half in pain and half in pleasure.
"This is just a taste of pain that you'll feel should you be captured…So, I suggest that you train harder." he finished impassively, but at the same time, lacing his words with honesty and belief.
She understood what he meant…
No longer entrusting their thoughts to words, the two turned to actions instead…Gale continued to ride her harder; occasionally reminding her of the importance and the significance of their dance…
Endurance.
Training.
Teamwork.
The two continued to moan and groan as they danced together. Gale's eyebrows creased together in mad concentration as he felt her tight walls squeeze his already engorged member. But somehow, it wasn't enough. He wanted more…
He cursed under his breath as he realized that he wasn't satisfied. Leaving the pulling of her cuffs to his left hand, his right hand went to stroke her tensed legs. She moaned as he touched her.
From there he let his fingers lightly touch her skin, trailing form her leg up to her thigh, near her buttocks. As he reached her buttocks, he suddenly struck her, earning him a strangled yelp, "Gale…!"
He laughed within; now, it was getting better. And so he hit her rear again, again and again, letting his handprint be etched onto her pearly white perfect skin…
'Too perfect…This isn't a soldier's skin…!' he thought knowingly.
He hit her again and there, he groaned, "A-Argilla…"
Her walls clenched and unclenched around his member. She was tight against him and he noticed her getting all the more wet and responsive as he'd hit her. So, he hit her again…
He gritted his teeth at the pressure that she sent him from within and there…he felt his body still steadily rise in temperature. His body was beginning to produce sweat that it made his spiked up hair damp, letting the strands fall limp.
Argilla didn't know what to feel or what to think as her lover continued to hurt her. Sure, it hurt, but at the same time, she was glad…She had never felt him so passionate, so arduous about their copulation before…
This was new to her…And although it was painful, it surprised her and scared her a bit to realize that she liked having this feeling…
She didn't mind that a little pain had been thrown in the game. On no. She was a soldier after all. She was used to physical injury…But this, this was different. This was suffering in the hands of someone she had given herself to…
Her partner, her other half…
'Gale…' she thought, breathing evenly. She would stiffen every once in a while, every time he'd hit her…But she didn't mind…She felt only bliss in his arms.
"There's only me Argilla!" he suddenly said, huskily, "There's only me to save you! Say it!" he commanded.
She yelped as he hit her as hard as he could, "There's only you!!" she screamed, "Only you!"
The pain only made their hard-earned release and bliss all the more meaningful…All the more powerful.
A moment later, Gale grunted, finding his inevitable release.
"A…Argilla…" he whispered into the air through gritted teeth, as if afraid to let anyone hear it.
But she heard it…
"Gale!!" she screamed and then groaned as she arrived at nirvana.
But she knew that it was a different sort of nirvana. Her current state had further amplified her feeling of bliss…And she didn't understand why. She should be distressed that her movements had been obstructed and that her eyesight had been hindered, but for some reason, she didn't feel that way at all…
Not having the strength to support both her body and his, her knees buckled and gave way, letting her lay on the floor with him still within her. He had done it. He was calm as before; he was himself again. His release within her had released not only his essence but also his barbaric sexual desires…
Yes, he considered them to be barbaric. It was completely preposterous for him to have those feelings; feelings of hurting the one he was with…But that was what he felt moments before…And now, he was free once more. And it was all thanks to her; to his secret lover.
He stroked her back and her arms affectionately before pulling out of her completely, "Well, that was a success." he stated composedly.
She raised an eyebrow, "A success? How?"
Gale pulled her against him, her chest against his, not taking off her blindfold or her handcuffs and instead lightly touched the aforesaid items, "I have completed my diagnosis."
"And?!" she growled, getting impatient.
"You are one of Embryon's best when it comes to espionage…Your senses are acute but this training had proved how poor you respond when one of your senses had been restricted." he told her impassively, lightly kissing her jugular.
"What?!"
"You had failed to predict my position numerous times and it resulted in your state being bound." he replied, unfazed, letting his hands now wander over her body…sliding from her flat belly up to her plump breasts, passionately fondling them.
"But I was blindfolded!" she said through gritted teeth; she was finding it almost impossible to remain professional with regards to their training when his naughty hands were making her squirm where she lay!
He nodded and ceased his hands' movements, "That's right. Since you were blindfolded, it was a safe assumption that because one sense had been restrained, that your brain would activate all of your nerve endings with regards to your other senses as a way to compensate for the lost sense of sight. Correct?"
She couldn't say anything. She was a bit disappointed that he stopped his ministrations…But then, as she really thought of their experiment, she was impressed. She was always amazed by his ideas…
"By that logic, it would mean that because you were blindfolded, that you should have been able to hear my movements clearer than you had before I blindfolded you. Thus, you should have been able to hear me a mile away, predict my position and retaliate accordingly. All of which you were unable to do."
Looking at it from that logic, Gale was right. She had not been able to do anything once she was bound and blindfolded. She was as blind as a bat. But, unlike a bat, she had not honed any other skills to compensate for her lost eyesight.
Damn. Bloody damn.
She knew what that meant.
"I think I would put this under the altered version of the training manual. It is prudent."
She groaned; more training. They could always use more training anyway…
But still, "Isn't the trench system enough Gale?" she asked, whining a bit.
"Come on Argilla. The trench warfare is only for the offensive. It has nothing to do with hand-to-hand combat." Gale calmly replied.
"But! We have to dig all those trenches and place all those…barbwires up front…" she whined.
He chuckled, "Well, we want to win right? So, we all have to do what is best."
She suddenly stiffened. Gale raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
She growled and mustering all of her strength, broke his second pair of handcuffs, "Someone's here!" she whispered to him.
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