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The only update on this is that I cleaned it up and got rid of the weird extra spacing between paragraphs.
Mine
By Sorceress Myst
            It had been three days since Fayt and the other off-worlders disappeared into thin air. They were most likely on their celestial ship, traveling through the stars. The king of Airyglyph and Count Woltar stayed for one more day before retuning to their lands, but Albel had left long before the off-worlders did.
            Nel was left alone in Aquaria, bored out of her mind from the lack of missions. No, that wasn't right, with the war gone, there were many protestors that needed constant watching and Clair needed help in rebuilding Arias. She had plenty of missions to go on, but she knew she couldn't focus on them. There was too much on her mind. Her thoughts were plagued by wondering what kind of adventures Fayt and the others were having and on the future peace negotiations between Airyglyph and Aquaria. And most of all, her thoughts were centered on the Wicked One. The last time she had seen him was when he had visited her bed after the fight with the beings known as the Vendeeni. When morning came around, he was gone, leaving only a small message with Woltar that was later relayed when he said his farewells to Fayt and Cliff.
            True, she never expected him to be considerate enough to tell her that he was leaving, but he could have at least left a hint of where to find him. She wasn't too worried about him because she knew he could take care of himself, but she did want to see him again. It had been only three days since they last slept together and she was already missing his touch. Nel shook her head as she left the town gates of Kirlsa, since when had she become so desperate for a man? But she really couldn't help herself. She had been tossing and turning at night as she dreamed of the dark warrior running his hands all over her body, the feeling of completion when he was deep inside her, the heat of his breath as he whispered his claim over her.
            'Mine'
            Nel snapped out of those thoughts before it lead to something she didn't want to deal with at the moment. She was almost there; she could see the Kirlsa Training Facility looming ahead of her. There was a recent invasion of monsters inside the old building, leaving King Arzei to request any spare help on either side to exterminate them. Hunting the monsters should help clear her mind, so taking the small mission would benefit her.
            Upon entry, she found mountains of corpses scattered everywhere. Apparently someone had beaten her to the monsters. Nel continued on, hoping that there were a few beasts left to destroy. Her search proved futile as she reached the stairway to the second floor. Something felt wrong, almost as if an ominous aura filled the place. Maybe there was a very powerful monster in the higher levels. Whatever it was, she was determined to continue on. After what she has been through with the Vendeen at the Shrine of Kaddan and Crosell, she didn't think there could be any threat left that could defeat her.
            More and more corpses littered the way and the strong smell of blood and decay flooded the senses. Although there didn't seem to be any life wandering around, Nel couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her. Every corner she turned made her tense as the foreboding feeling that she was going to be attacked, increased. She opened the nearest door and went inside as she kept her hands near her weapons. A simple inspection of the room she stumbled across told her that she landed into the torture chamber. It was oddly clean in here, no skeletons, old blood stains, or monster corpses. She could see a fireplace at the end that had no burning coal, some polished handcuffs and manacles lined the smooth stone walls, and in the center of the room was a stone table that had a red pillow resting at the end. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn this was the place they'd send nobility to for a few days.
            Suddenly, the lights of the torches flickered as a gust of wind swept through. The hairs on the back of the Aquarian spy's head rose as she sensed something behind her. She couldn't hear any noises like heavy breathing, but there was definitely something there. Time seemed to slow as the intruder began to reach out towards her. As quick as her reflexes allowed, one dagger was out and ready to strike only to end up clashing against a metal claw.
            "A-Albel?" Nel said in shock before her blade was knocked out of her grasp. Albel smirked as he realized she had let her guard down, and pinned her to the wall before capturing her wrists in his good hand and holding them above her head.
            Her eyes flashed with anger and confusion before she asked, “What are you doing? Why are you here anyway?"
            "The question is, what are you doing here, fool?"
            "I'm here to exterminate the monsters, now answer my questions," she demanded while she squirmed to get free. His grip on her was too strong, any attempt to break free was impossible. Although they weren't enemies anymore, it sure did look like he was taking her prisoner or planning to molest her.
            His crimson eyes were barely visible through his black blonde shield as his forehead rested against hers. "I'm here to exterminate the monsters. This is my turf; I don't need a reason to be here. As for what I'm doing, I'm planning on having a little fun with my woman since she is here," he replied in a husky tone before he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushed against hers playfully as his grip on her slackened.
            Nel now had the chance to break away, but she ended up responding back to his kiss before he moved away and trailed kisses down to her neck, where he began to remove her scarf with his teeth. She moaned as she felt his claw slowly and gently trace up her side and nestle between her neck and shoulder. Before she knew it, Albel used the small sharp blades to tear off some of her uniform so her shoulder was exposed. Her eyes snapped open and she was about to protest when he attacked the mark he left on her days ago. If he kept biting the area then the mark would eventually scar, but the feeling of his hot tongue lapping over the wound before his teeth sunk into her flesh even more, kept her from stopping him.
            Her head rolled to the side before her fuzzy mind remembered that she was upset about something. What was it? Whatever it was, it could wait; she had been longing for this moment, even if it was taking place in a torture chamber. It wasn't long before the other side of her uniform was torn off, reminding her exactly why she was angry at him. She broke free and pushed him off of her before he could continue his ministrations.
            "Albel! Don't do that, I don't have any spares," she hissed as she tried to hold up the tattered black cloth before they fell past her breasts. His bewildered look melted away into his usual arrogant appearance. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away so her uniform dipped lower to expose the top half of her breasts.
            "Don t worry about it woman. I'll have something for you to wear once we're done,” he smirked. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved. For all she knew, he probably had skimpy lingerie he bought for her. No matter, she had ways to convince him to change his mind.
            Albel moved to kiss her again, but she avoided him the best she could and nipped his ear lobe. She felt him hold his breath as the tip of her tongue traced the outer shell and slowly trailed inward before she softly blew into his ear. He shuddered at the sensations before her tongue found its way to his lips and pushed in to explore his mouth. He made a small noise indicating that he liked the attention he was receiving so she decided to finalize it by pushing her hips against his growing arousal. They both broke away from the kiss and their eyes met. She had his attention now and could make him bend to her demands. What were her demands? Simple, to finish this off on a bed and have him let go of her hands so she can remove her clothing without having him rip them off.
            She was going to start off by saying his name, but he suddenly bit down on the sensitive spot near her collarbone turning his name into a breathy moan. He said so many times before that he wanted her to call out his name like that and just like the last few times she obeyed his request, he became more aroused. She tried again, this time using one of his words to catch him off guard.
            “Listen to me, worm,” she let out through the pleasure she was feeling. It almost seemed to work as he snapped up to glare at her, but he caught on to what she was trying to do and clamped his mouth on hers, forcing her head back against the stone wall. He then nudged her legs apart with his knee before he rubbed himself against her womanhood. Despite the thick barrier of clothes still between them, the results electrified the Aquarian to where it dulled her senses. When she came to, she was shocked to feel something cold slapped around her wrists. She was then met with mischievous crimson eyes before her gaze traveled up to find that she was in one of the shackles that lined the walls. What was he trying to pull? She attempted to pull her arms down, but they were indeed locked and, to her ire, the key was still in the lock and she couldn't reach it.
            “I am listening to you,” he growled, answering her previous request as his claw came up to rip off the rest of her shirt. Her breasts bounced free of their restraints and his good hand quickly came up to pinch her already hardening nipples, “And I want to hear more from you. I want to hear every moan, sigh, and scream you make. I will make you scream my name several times during this.”
            Nel’s head flew back as much as the wall behind her allowed, as he engulfed one of her breasts with his mouth. He gently nipped and then licked the hardened bud as his claw traced around the areola of the twin, careful not to break the skin with the sharp edges. Her hands fisted since the manacles wouldn't allow her to bury them in his soft, shaggy mane. She was starting to get frustrated that she couldn't touch him and voiced her displeasure, only to be ignored. Albel soon ran his hands down her sides and stopped at her hips.
            His good hand rubbed the skin showing from the slit of her skirt as he prepared to slice the black material to reveal her underwear. It wasn't long before they met the same fate as her skirt and shirt; now all she had on was her leather armor, boots, and leggings. Chances were that he wasn't going to touch her bodice because it took him a while to make it. After her other armor was torn by a War Chameleon in the Irisa Fields, he volunteered to make her a new one so she wouldn't have to buy a new one. Albel kneeled down to face her womanhood and he inhaled her scent before he trailed his gauntlet closer to the red curls surrounding her clit. Nel immediately began fidgeting as she realized what he was about to do.
            “A-Albel, I-I hope you re not going to put that up my-” she couldn't finish her sentence; she squeezed her eyes shut at the sight of his cruel smirk. The deadly weapon crept closer to her clit before it went past it and went down her other thigh to tuck into the top of her leggings. Nel let out a silent sigh of relief as he began tearing off her leggings and pulling off her boots. Once her lower half was bare, he unbuckled his claw and threw it to the side as if it meant nothing to him. Albel grabbed one ankle and ran his hot tongue over the calf of her leg. He gradually trailed up to her inner thigh, nipping and sucking each rune on the way as her knee was tossed unto his shoulder. Nel moaned again when she felt his hot breath on her womanhood, but tried to hide her frustration when he avoided her curls to kiss the other thigh.
            “Do you realize how many hours I spend in this very room fantasizing about you?" He purred as he placed her other leg over his shoulder. He then sat up and supported her with his shoulders then flattened his palms against the wall behind her. He nuzzled her moist center before glancing up at her with darkened eyes. He gave her a smirk and then dipped his tongue inside, making her writhe against him as she moaned.
            “No,” she eventually let out through labored breathing, “I didn't think you had a brain to fantasize with.”
            He let out a chuckle that vibrated through her very being; he then probed her with his tongue and began thrusting at a slow pace. Chains rattled as she frantically tried to free her hands from their binds. She wanted to feel him, to play with his hair, to grab on to something-anything! He increased speed and brought his good hand around her thigh to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her thighs tightened around his head before she let out a distorted version of his name. The familiar sensation began building up in her lower stomach and her inner walls clamped down on his tongue as her release came. Albel lapped greedily at the sweet nectar; some of it escaped his mouth and ran down his chin. When he was done sucking her dry, he gently put down her legs and backed away so he could stand up.
            How erotic she must look now. Her hair was tousled from shaking her head side to side from the pleasurable sensations, and some was clinging to her reddened, sweat covered face. Her lips were bruised from his kisses and her eyes were glazed and darkened over with lust. She barely had any clothing left on her, just small remnants hanging off of her leather bodice. To top it all off, her hands were bound in shackles above her head and her legs were spread apart. It was more than enough to send Albel the Wicked into a completely aroused state.
            Nel was starting to feel wet down there once again as her eyes traveled over his body. He was covered in sweat and his shirt was clinging to him more than usual, almost like a second skin. The sarong he wore could do nothing to hide his huge erection and left her to imagine what they were about to do. His clothes were still on and she was getting turned on. She wanted to tear his clothes off with her dagger, but unfortunately she was tied up and her dagger was currently resting on the ground, at the other side of the room. She focused on the trail of cum on the corner of his lips as he came up to claim her mouth once again, giving her a taste of herself. When he pulled away, she couldn't stop herself from licking the mess off before his hands found their way back to her breasts.
            Albel then pressed his body against hers as he kissed her once more, delving deep into her mouth before her tongue started pushing against his. His hands gently squeezed her breasts and then trailed down her body to rest at his waist where he proceeded to untie the belt that held up his sarong. She could feel the thick material pooling at her feet and his manhood against her sex. Soon his mouth traveled over to her ear to give her the same treatment she gave him earlier, but all she could focus on was his stiff member that was so close against her thigh.
            She was beginning to get impatient and her arousal throbbed from neglect. Standing on the tips of her toes, Nel carefully balanced herself and rubbed her womanhood against him. Although the effects were not as exhilarating as having it inside her, it was still enough to make them both groan. Albel completely froze as she moved again, coating his erection with her juices. He was already huge when he first brushed up against her, but it was still growing to the point where she was burning up at the thought of him slamming it inside her, hard, fast, and deep. After a few more half attempted thrusts, he seemed to snap back into attention and pulled away.
            Nel missed his warmth greatly, but quickly forgot all about it when his prosthetic arm slid under her knee and pulled her leg off the ground. His good hand was already guiding his shaft to her entrance, both let out a moan when he slowly pushed in. She sighed, once again feeling whole when he was completely sheathed at the hilt. He then carefully pulled back until he was halfway out so he could lean down to capture her other leg, before he slammed back in brutally.
            “You’re so tight,” he growled near her ear as he started pumping in a steady rhythm. Her head fell forward to rest on his shoulder and was rewarded by the cold feel of his choker against her heated skin. He gradually began quickening his pace, earning more pleads for him to be rougher with her.
            “Mine, all mine and no one else’s.” Nel rolled her head back up to glance at his lust filled eyes after he whispered those words.
            “Yes, all yours,” she started in a moan before her voice got louder, “Harder!”
            Albel eagerly complied with her request and rammed into her almost viciously. She could feel the smooth stone wall grinding the skin of her back as her body was pushed upward from the force of his thrusting. His woman knew her place, she knew that she belonged to him and no other man shall touch her. But that wasn't going to stop him from reminding her again and again. It wasn't long before she came hard, riding on the waves of ecstasy as he resumed thrusting to completion. She screamed his name over and over as her already tight core squeezed his member, driving him over the edge. Albel threw his head back and called out her name as his warm seed covered her inner walls.
            She was still constricting around him when he was brought down from his ecstatic high. Her head came down to rest on his shoulder again, her hot, labored breathing warmed his ear as she tried to relax. Albel continued to hold her up, still deep inside her warmth, and contemplated what to do next. He wasn't through playing. He wanted more; taking her once was not enough. He needed to do it again and again until he was tired, but it was getting uncomfortable holding her up like this. It wasn't like she was heavy, in fact he could carry her anywhere without growing tired, but the problem was that she was so tight and hot around his member that his knees would buckle under the delightful pressure. He didn't know if he could keep her propped up in his arms long enough for her third orgasm.
            They could continue on the table, maybe for at least two or three more rounds before the hard stone got to Nel. He slowly pulled out, enjoying the shudder that racked through her body before he carefully released her legs. The question was, could they make it to the stone table before he burst again? He was already getting a hard on from the innocent shifting of her body as she tried to regain her footing. Hell, he remembered times when he had to pour buckets of cold water over himself after every angry scolding he got from her when he was being rude.
            “Don’t start resting yet, woman. The fun has only just begun,” he whispered gutturally in her ear. Albel didn't wait for a response and slid his hands up from the swell of her hips to the underside of her breasts. His fingers pulled and rubbed her taut nipples until he heard her say his name in a sigh and then slowly moved them up her arms to the shackles where he proceeded to unlock them. At first, her arms fell to his shoulders while her forehead rested on his chest. He soon found that her stance was deceptive when his metal collar was suddenly ripped off and her mouth found its way to his neck. Albel quickly pulled her against him so that she couldn't reach down there to play with his manhood. He wanted to pleasure her not the other way around. She'll get her turn some other day, but right now, he wanted to enjoy watching her squirm.
            His metal arm kept her body against his while his good hand was draped possessively over her rear. Her head tilted back as a groan escaped her lips. Her breasts were flattened against his hard, well defined chest and it felt so good. He seized her lips once again as his hand stroked her bottom before her hands traced the muscles in his back. They soon found their way under his shirt; his metal hand clenched the silken red strands of her hair to keep her head in place. He soon started to slowly back up to the stone table in the center, carefully pulling her with him. When he reached his destination, he broke away for a quick breath; his eyes were trained closely on her face, and then kissed her again. He was trying to keep her distracted as he discreetly moved towards her leather armor to remove it.
            Once the armor was off, his hands roamed all over her inviting flesh before she began pulling at his shirt to get it off. She was soon satisfied when he pulled away to take off his shirt. She was about to caress his cheek and kiss him when he grabbed her wrist and held her hand before his mouth. His metal hand captured her free hand and twined their fingers together as his tongue ran along the slender digits of the first hand. She felt a rush of warmth gather in her lower abdomen as his tongue continued the path onto her palm to trace lazy circles, and then gently kiss the back of her hand. He then pulled her in front of him and kissed his way up her arm and to her shoulder. She let out a low, deep moan as he nibbled the sensitive skin on her neck and as his arms slid around her slim waist, holding her close to him.
            Nel almost smirked when she felt his hardening member pressing against her butt and leaned back to apply pressure to it. That earned her a deep throated growl before she was pushed to bend over the table. Her arms supported her over the stone surface before she spread her legs, when suddenly she felt a hand on her hips. Why won’t he let her touch him? She still couldn't figure out what he was up to, but decided it didn't matter at the moment when his mouth descended on her mid back and worked its way up to the back of her neck. Albel then moved one hand and thrust two fingers into her passage from behind.
            "Albel!" she screamed, moving her hips against his hand. His mouth trailed over to the back of her ear, running his tongue over the area. After a few more torturous minutes of this treatment, Nel began to desire a bigger part of him inside her. She grunted as she tried to move away so she could get his attention, but he had a tight hold on her. She could feel him smirking against her skin before he moved over to his mark and sank his teeth in, earning another sharp cry from her. He was starting to rub harder and move faster, bringing her ever more closer to release, but she still wanted more.
            "S-stop! Stop teasing me," she gasped as her inner walls started constricting around his finger. She was so close; she almost wished she didn't say anything at all, because he decided to pull out at that very moment, leaving her very uncomfortable and very frustrated.
            "As you wish," he said in an almost evil tone as he brought his fingers up to lick them clean. He could taste a bit of himself mixed into her juices. An unusual, but rather satisfying flavor it was. He would have liked to taste her some more, but she did ask for him to stop. And she was so close to release too. He almost couldn't hold in the grin as her head turned to glare at him. Blood rushed even faster to his loins at her furious gaze, and it took all of his self-restraint to not grab her and slam himself back into her depths.
            "You-!" she hissed before he placed a finger on her lips. It was same finger that was previously exploring inside her; she could smell her scent on it.
            "You did say stop," he interrupted before he traced her lips with his finger, "Was there something else you wanted?"
            He was doing this on purpose! He was trying to make her angry and it was working! She tried to stand up straight, but his chest was suddenly pressing against her back, keeping her down. She settled for grabbing one of his braids that was dangling off of her shoulder and pulled his head next to hers to face him. Their noses were touching when she muttered in a low voice,       "You know what I want."
            "Do I?" The smirk wasn't going to leave his face. Nel let out a furious growl as she captured his lip and bit down hard enough to draw blood. Her actions failed to coerce him to stop playing around, but instead aroused him, especially after she started to lick off the blood. His good hand came up to rub lazy circles on her back as his lips lingered on her cheek.
            She turned her face away from him with a sigh before whispering, "Albel, it hurts, take me."
            He couldn't refuse after hearing that near pleading tone in her voice. He knew better than to believe that she was submitting to him, she only used that tone before she snapped. The last time she got that mad, she held her dagger close to his shaft and threatened to castrate him. Her thinking was illogical and she was in a frenzied state at the time, so he didn't bother to point out that carrying out the threat would mean she would never get what she wanted. He recalled one time that Woltar had said that he acted in a similar way when he bloodlust for battle.
            He placed his hands on her hips and easily glided inside her, letting out a small sound from the intense heat she was emitting around his manhood. He couldn't help but smile; Nel really was a bloodthirsty warrior after his heart. He quickly fell into a steady rhythm before he leaned over her body once again. His prosthetic hand lightly skimmed over her skin and made its way down to her hand before he laced their fingers, while his good hand grabbed her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. She made small whimpers and rocked her hips against him in return, but then shouted his name again when he picked up the pace. He soon switched breasts and gave it the same treatment he gave the other before wrapping his arm around her waist.
            The pressure that was building was nearly unbearable! She didn't know what she'd do if she didn't come soon. Albel was driving into her core hard and fast, just how she- no, they liked it. Her eyelids clenched shut before her head fell forward, but when she dared open her eyes just a crack, she was able to see his length slamming into her folds. Suddenly, she saw his hand move from her waist and then felt it fist in her hair before her head was pulled up. The tips of his bangs blended with her crimson strands as his lips caressed her cheek and then nestled under her jaw.
            "Nel..." He moaned in a deep tone before he growled, "Scream."
            Just as he commanded that word, all of her insides felt like they were on fire as white light exploded behind her eyelids. She cried out passionately as Albel made one final thrust into her womanhood and released his essence with a loud yell. She rocked her hips to prolong the blissful feeling until her arms started to wobble from her weight. Albel sensed that she was about to collapse and pulled out in time to pick her up and lay her on the table. The red pillow was large and propped up the top half of her body. Once she was comfortable enough, he quickly climbed on top of her and attacked her warmth with his mouth. He savored the flavor of the fluids that were still flowing out of her.
            He liked the taste of their cum mixed together and wanted to take her again so he could have more, but he knew that it wasn't going to be possible. He had enough energy left to ride her one more time, after that, he would have to let her go so she could return to her lands before someone searched for her.
            When he had his fill of her nectar, he moved up to cover her body with his own and kissed her on the lips once again, giving her a taste of their combined essence. Nel raised one shaky hand and ran it down his side and brushed lightly against his member, now sticky from sex. He didn't stop her at first when she stroked him gently, but he grabbed her hand when she moved up to massage his balls.
            "Ngh! Albel!" she protested as he held her hand back and trailed his tongue over the soft flesh of her breasts. She wanted a turn to pleasure him. She loved seeing that vulnerable look on his face when she sucked him dry after his release, but she soon found that her limbs were numb and she couldn't gain the energy to free her hand. That must have been his plan the whole time; to screw her senseless until she was too tired to retaliate. But despite her limbs being numb and tired, she was still awake enough to want more of his touch. She knew he wasn't done with her yet and eagerly awaited to have his hardened length back inside her.
            Albel settled himself between her thighs and propped his upper body on his elbows against the pillow so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. Although he was as thin as a pole, he was made of all muscle, making him heavier than he looked. He planted a few feverish kisses on her forehead, cheeks, lips, and throat, making a gradual trail to her breasts where he sucked on a nipple like a babe.
            Her hand had long since been released and joined its partner in fisting in his long, two toned hair as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He soon brushed his teeth against the hardened bud before biting down, earning a loud wail from her. She pushed her chest up so more of her soft mound went into his mouth as he started soothing the bite mark with his tongue. He pulled back and blew gently at the now red nipple. He then decided that the twin needed to look the same and repeated his actions on her other breast.
            Nel's head reared back into the soft cushion, her face matching the color of her hair and the soft red material behind her. When he was finished, he examined his work before kissing his way down her stomach. His tongue traced the light lining of muscle on her abdomen and then dipped into her bellybutton. Eventually he reached her clit and rolled it with his tongue before delicately capturing it within his teeth. Her hips unconsciously buckled as she tried to ignore the tickling sensation the tips of his bangs were causing when they lightly brushed against her stomach.
            Suddenly, after one slow lick across her clit, he stopped and pulled back slightly to glance up at her. Her lust darkened eyes quickly turned into a 'don't you dare to even think of stopping' glare as he smirked. Her mouth opened to perhaps threaten him or to moan a protest, but he turned his head and sank his teeth into her inner thigh, leaving yet another love bite on her body. The curls of her womanhood grazed his cheek and he was able to feel the heat emanating from her depths as he finished marking her thigh. She was once again ready for him. He knew this because his cheek was wet when he finally moved away.
            Albel brought his good hand up to wipe it off and then held it before Nel's mouth for her to taste. She appeared surprised at first and then seductive as she slowly took his finger in. She swirled her tongue around the thick digit, sucking on it while stroking her tongue up and down; his breath caught when she refused to let go of his finger. He quickly tore his finger away and crushed his lips against hers before she could protest. He still wasn't positioning himself to claim her body again, but she could feel that he was rock hard and ready to explode when he pulled away. They stopped to regain their breath for a few moments before he kissed her again. He was determined to prolong this as long as he could, but he was pushing both his limit and her patience. She needed to entice him to take her before they both went insane.
            She quickly turned her head, breaking away from the kiss, only to have him continue to trail kisses down her jaw line. It was hard to think with him so close to her, kissing and biting all over her body, but she soon thought of something that would drive him crazy, "I want your manhood inside me now, maggot."
            Albel grunted as he lost control. He pulled back and grabbed her ankles, pressed her thighs against her torso, and placed the calf of her legs over his shoulders before he re-entered her, hard. He didn't bother to stop for a moment or to start slowly; he kept pounding into her without faltering in his rhythm once. Nel bit her lip to keep in a passionate scream. In this position he was reaching even deeper inside her than before.
            "ALBEL!" Her eyes clenched shut as a large wave of warm pleasure swept though her body. She almost felt like passing out from the intense feeling, but managed to keep her consciousness as the last waves dissipated. Once she regained feeling in her body, she realized that Albel was still thrusting in her in the same speed he started in.
            "Open your eyes, Nel," A deep voice commanded. She found an almost demonic glow to his crimson eyes when she obeyed. His jaw was clenched as sweat rolled down his features. He was determined to last until she came again, but he nearly lost it when her passage tightened around him suddenly. Holding back was almost murder to him. As she ran her fingers through his hair, he buried his face between her breasts and with his tongue, traced the rune above her breasts. Oh, he was driving in so deep and he was so big. She could feel the pressure building up again and threw her head back as another moan escaped her lips.
            "Almost there..." she sighed as her hands moved down to his shoulders. He was so close to release and she was too, but she wasn't getting there fast enough. He then moved to her collarbone and bit down on her rune, suddenly throwing her over the edge to sweet bliss. With a piercing cry, her eyes widened as she screamed his name and bucked her hips wildly against him.
            “Nel…” he let out in a husky tone before he roared her name again as he buried himself deeply into hot depths, releasing his load into her womb. They spent a few breathless minutes staying still as his manhood finished up and her core finally relaxed before Albel released her limbs and collapsed on top of her.
            He planted some gentle kisses between her neck and shoulder until he shifted over to the side, careful not to break their intimate connection, so he wasn't crushing her top half. He rested his metal hand on her breast before he dozed off for a quick nap. Nel’s eyelids soon began to droop as well and even though she didn't want to sleep on a table made of stone, her mind and body were too exhausted to care.
            Fifteen minutes passed, then twenty, then eventually to thirty when Nel was finally roused from her light sleep by his stirring, but she didn't open her eyes. With the grace of a cat, he slowly pulled out and stretched above her before sitting back in between her legs.
            “Did I tire you out, Zelpher?” he asked teasingly, when he realized that she wasn't in a deep sleep.
            “No more than how I tired you out,” she replied with a small smile. She heard him chuckle before he stole a quick peck on the lips and then climbed off the table. She cracked on eye open slightly and watched him go about the room, gathering his clothes and her armor and dagger. It was then that she realized that Albel’s boots, armor, and sword wasn’t in the room, meaning that he didn’t have them on when he first tackled her to the wall. Did he plan this or had she been the one to catch him by surprise.
            She didn’t get the chance to ask him when he picked up her scarf and piled all the things he gathered, in her arms. She finally opened her eyes to glance at him in confusion until he slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up bridal style. No words passed their lips as he kicked open the door and walked unerringly through the maze of corridors and corners. Nel grimaced at the smell of dead monsters and hoped that there were no other volunteers around to take on the mission the king had made. What would they do if someone should round the corner to find a completely nude Albel Nox carrying an equally nude Nel Zelpher in his arms?
            After walking down yet another hallway, Albel finally stopped and kicked open another door to reveal a bedroom. It was most likely his room, Nel figured, as he placed her down on the nicely cushioned bed. He took the items from her arms and placed them in a nearby chair before he wandered off to the other end of the room. Her eyes followed him until her exhaustion caught up with her again, making her fall into a deep slumber. It wasn’t often that she felt secure enough to let her guard down while sleeping; and one would think it to be suicide to fall asleep in Albel the Wicked’s presence, in his room, on his bed. Yet his former enemy was still alive and breathing when she came to hours later.
            The first person she saw was Albel, fully clothed and armed, and sitting on the edge of his bed with his good hand resting on the swell of her still bare hips. His eyes were currently trained on the door and had a fierce expression on his face, but it quickly melted to a softer look when he felt her moving. He reluctantly removed his hand from her side as she sat up. They sat in silence while she rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn. Nel wanted to say something just to get rid of the silence, but Albel suddenly encircled her waist with his good arm and pulled her in for a kiss. Her eyes widened for a moment before she relaxed and his tongue flickered across her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and dueled with his tongue until he broke away.
            “There is something unusual happening on the top floor,” he eventually said as he stood up and headed towards the door, “Stay here, I’ll be back.”
            She nearly huffed once he closed the door. That man never tells her what’s going on. Of course, it’s not like she could go anywhere at this time, she was still naked and she had no clue where he hid her weapons. Nel sighed before climbing out of bed. There was a small basin with warm water waiting for her at the end of the room. After finding a clean washcloth nearby, she proceeded to wash her face and then cleaned off all removable evidence of her past actions with Albel. Once done, she looked back at the bed and noticed that there were some clothes laid out at the end of the bed. She must have not noticed earlier.
            The minute she picked up the heavy purple cloth, she realized that they were Albel’s clothes, but in a smaller size that she could fit into. Did he have them tailored for her? Then again, he could have done this himself. After all, a good warrior needed to know how to sew so they can mend and repair their clothing or in some cases, leather armor. Still, this didn’t banish the metal image in her mind of Albel with some needle and thread, cursing every time he’d prick himself with the needle.
            She wasn’t too surprised that the clothes fit perfectly and noticed that he even made a new belt to go with the outfit. It was identical to the one he wore, but the back had been modified so it could carry daggers. Nel went up to the only mirror in the room to examine herself. She had to admit, she looked rather good in his clothes. Now all she needed was a claw and a collar identical to his and then she would really look like him but with short, red hair.
            After more exploration of his room, she managed to find her daggers, armor, and scarf inside a bag that was filled with medical supplies. Why was he giving her healing items? All the monsters were gone, weren’t they? But then she remembered he said there was something unusual going on and now that she thought about it, he had been gone a rather long time. She was now growing concerned over the swordsman’s absence and retrieved her daggers from the bag. She placed the blades in the new sheathes on her belt and carefully ventured out of the room. Nothing seemed out of place, monster corpses still littered the hallways and there still didn’t seem to be any life anywhere.
            She decided to investigate further and made the annoyingly long journey to the first floor to ride the elevator to the fourth floor. When she arrived at the area, it seemed that everything was over. She spied bodies resembling Vendeeni troops on one side of the large area, and saw, to her surprise, Fayt, Cliff, Maria, and a number of other people she hadn’t met. Fayt was currently sobbing as he leaned over a body on the ground. That wasn’t the boy’s father, was it? After all that struggle to help her kingdom, his father was dead? But before Nel could pity the young man, her eyes trailed over to Cliff. More precisely, the man in Cliff’s arms. Her heart skipped a beat as the blood drained from her face. Albel was bleeding heavily from a strange wound inflicted on his shoulder and was unconscious.
            She wanted to go run over to him, push Cliff away, and fling several dozen healing spells on him until the bleeding stopped, but her pride kept her back. Pride was something they both needed less of. Albel was too proud to ask for help when he needed it. Nel was too proud to admit to her friends that weren’t even from this world that, she was in love with the captain of the Black Brigade. She didn’t even know how to begin explaining why she was wearing his clothes if she went out there.
            “Diplo, it’s over,” Maria commanded in a mournful tone into her ear piece, “Transport us up.”
            Once again Nel witnessed her friends disappearing into thin air just like before only this time they took Albel with them. She was a little relieved that they did take him because they seemed to be very advanced in medical needs. They would know how to heal him better than she would, especially since he was hit by the aliens’ strange weapons. The only concern she had left now was when will he return? Will they send him back when he’s better, or take him along with them on their journey? And if he goes on their journey, how long will that take? Months? Years? She was really starting to regret not revealing herself earlier.
            She sighed before she made her way back to his room to gather her things. Even if she won’t see him for a while, he was coming back. She could be sure of that. With a wicked smirk that could rival Albel’s, Nel walked over to his closet and grabbed some of his spare clothes and anything that might prove useful to her plans. When she was done packing, she grabbed a cloak to hide her outfit so she wouldn’t have to explain it and headed out the door. When Albel returned, she was going to have her revenge and tie him up next time.
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Thank you so much for editing this Sterlingwings900 and thank you guys for reading my fic, I hope you liked it.
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