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Atonement: Nel Zelpher	By : Lost101 Category: +S through Z > Star Ocean 3 Views: 1996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Atonement: Nel Zelpher
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any of the characters involved.
A/N: First time writing something with such a hard rating. Hope there aren’t too many errors. I appreciate any feedback.
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“Fayt, please. I wasn’t-” Nel all but pleaded.
“Am I wrong?” Fayt’s tone was flat, betraying nothing.
Nel swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Any thoughts of another denial died on her lips. “No.” She answered softly.
It wasn’t fair! This was all Clair’s fault. She might have been Nel’s best friend but she could be just as stubborn as the redhead. They’d gotten into an argument at the castle, over who had jurisdiction regarding the merchant issue in Peterny. And it hadn’t ended there. They’d brought it back to the manor.
She, Clair, and Fayt, had been gathering for dinner (a rarity considering their schedules) when the topic came back up. Fayt had said little, watching them go back and forth, before finally convincing them to put the topic aside as they sat down to eat. But tempers were still running hot later into the evening. If Clair had just-
It didn’t matter now. She knew better than to challenge him. Denying it further would only make it that much worse. While most, if not all, the blame lay with her friend Nel wasn’t innocent.
Nel took a deep breath, tried to calm her nerves as she unhooked her weapons belt. Slowly she unwound the leather wrappings that protected her midsection. With it removed she grabbed the ends of her skirt.
“Nel.” This time Fayt’s voice was firm. Nel froze. “Everything.”
Her heart sank.
She’d hoped… but the look on his face dashed that hope. Fayt’s jaw was set and the green eyes she loved, normally so warm, were hard. Nel lowered her own green eyes to floor. There was no denying she’d broken the rules. She began working at the leather straps securing her breastplate, setting it on the ground. Her bracers followed. Next she unwrapped her scarf and let if fall to the floor. Nel kept her gaze down the entire time. She deserved this. Her boots came off. Her hands trembled as her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. The redhead bent at the waist, pulling her leggings down and slipping them off.
Through it all Fayt said nothing.
She didn’t dare meet his eyes again. It had stung, to see his disappointment directed at her. There’d be none of his usual compassion until she atoned. Nel reached behind her, found the knot at the base of her neck and pulled it apart. Her top came loose but she held the fabric against her chest. Closing her eyes she lowered her arms and let it fall to the ground at her feet. Feeling the warmth rushing to her face, the ties on each hip were undone. The thin cloth fell from her trembling hands.
Standing before him completely naked, she kept her eyes down, studying the floorboards of the office. She stiffened as his boots stepped into her view.
“Hands.” He ordered.
Silently, she held her hands out to him. Fayt took both her hands in his larger ones and wrapped a red silk sash around her wrists. He tied her hands securely leaving a long length of fabric. Nel focused on the spot where the red cloth brushed the floor. With the sash as a leash, he led her over to his large desk.
Nel automatically took position on one side. Fayt put one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder and roughly bent her forward at the waist. Bent over the desk, supported by her elbows, she kept her face down. Fayt took the free end of the sash and walked to the other side of the desk. He knelt down and pulled the cloth went tight, extending her arms fully and stretching her upper body across the surface. A rustle of fabric and she knew he’d tied it off to the hook on the other side. He walked back around disappeared behind her and pushed her hips down onto edge of the desk. The cold unforgiving surface pressed against her breasts and her erect nipples painfully.
He took a moment to inspect her… and couldn’t help but admire her. Bound and prostrate across the dark mirror-like surface of his desk, Nel rose onto her toes trying to take some of the strain off her shoulders. Unfortunately for her, that meant presenting him with a perfect view of her ass. His eyes followed the runological symbols that ran the length of her beautiful legs, across her slender back. Part of him wanted to take her right then, to forgive her. But she knew the rules and, more importantly, she knew the consequences.
Legs together, head down, and ass raised, Nel tried to fight down the panic welling up inside her. All she could see was her reflection in the dark surface but she listened for any clue of what was about to happen. Her hearing, always sharp, told her nothing. She couldn’t hear anything over her own labored breathing.
“Ready?” Fayt’s voice, firm and unyielding, came from behind her.
“Yes.” Her own voice was small but grateful. Nel closed her eyes. Whatever he was feeling Fayt showed her enough mercy to warn her.
“Ahhh!” The first strike still caught her by surprise. With one swat her right cheek was already stinging. He brought his hand down on the same side again and again before switching over. Nel clenched her jaw, trying not to make any more noise but Fayt was not gentle and each swat hurt more than the last.
Every time he brought his palm down the contact sent a shock of pain through her ass. And sent tremors through her rapidly moistening cunt. Gods! He’d barely started and she could feel the wetness building up. Another swat, back on her right side, and Nel wanted to cry in frustration. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t get off on pain, not normally. But the sensations were so intense, so close to her now leaking sex.
“You understand exactly what you’ve done?” It took Nel a moment to realize Fayt had stopped spanking her. He continued talking on before she could answer. “You brought a fight about work home and then into the bedroom.”
She hadn’t thought…two rules. “I’m sorry!” Her voice broke. Behind her, she heard the sound of leather scraping against wood. Fayt set his sword and scabbard against the side of the desk. Nel’s eyes snapped open. That could only mean…
Behind her, Fayt folded the long wide leather strap in half. Taking the strap in both hands he snapped it.
Every muscle in her body tensed at the sound. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Fayt raised his arm and brought the strap down across both cheeks. Nel cried out as the hard leather struck her already tender ass, nearly lifting her off her toes. The tremors running through her wet and swollen lips tripled. Fayt drew his arm back slowly. Waited. Finally another strike. Another cry. The pain wasn’t the worst of it. Fayt was dragging it out, making her wait for and anticipate each one. Nel could feel the wetness trickling down her thighs. Another strike. She felt her face heating up. Fayt must have been able to see.
Of course he saw. Her arousal was always obvious. But he was just getting started. She had to learn her lesson. Fayt forced her legs apart slightly, just enough to lay his palm against her swollen lips.
He’d barely touched her. But the warmth of his palm, the callouses of a swordsman’s training… she bite down on her lip, tried to cover up her moan. She felt her clit swell, felt her wetness seeping out. She closed her eyes against the embarrassment, feeling them start to burn. Nel started to squirm, wet and aching. Fayt removed his hand from her cunt and put it at the small of her back, forcing her hips back down onto the hard surface. And she could feel her own wetness on his palm! Nel clenched her eyes tighter. Embarrassment gave way completely to shame. He rubbed the evidence of her arousal firmly into the small of her back. Tears began streaming down her face.
“15 more. Don’t squirm.” He warned, his tone dark. The disapproval in his voice, her own arousal on her legs, on her back…she tried to hold back a sob.
Fayt brought the belt down on her again and there was no holding back her cry. “One.” Legs apart, the pain was even more intense. “Two.” The tremors running through her clit became shockwaves. With every strike she cried out, at the pain, at the pleasure, and the shame of it. Fayt brought the belt down again, even harder. “Three.” Her whole body shook with the impact. She fought not to squirm but the heat inside her was burning hotter and the wetness was running passed her knees. “Four.” She gave a strangled cry, something between a scream and a moan.
“Five.”
“…gahhhh!” She came, moaning and gushing. She tried to muffle her cry and failed miserably. And there was no hiding the flood of liquid running down her legs, onto the floor, slick under her feet.
Fayt paused, leather strap raised, surprised at how quickly she’d cum. It happened every time he’d had to punish her but rarely so fast. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. They’d had so little time together lately. He swore to adjust his schedule, make more time to see to her needs. Fayt studied her. He saw the tears running down her cheeks, her face red with shame. Nel stifled a sob and his heart twisted painfully.
He set the strap aside.
In place of the strap, Nel felt a soft pressure against her shoulder. Eyes wide, she looked back and could just see the top of Fayt’s blue hair. He moved lower, disappearing from view and she felt another gentle touch of skin just below her shoulder blade. Fayt was kissing her!? He kissed her again, lower down her back. Her heart skipped a beat. Her punishment wasn’t over. She still owed 10 more. But Fayt would never tease her with affection and then hurt to her. Fayt pressed a kiss against the small of her back. Then his hands gently took hold of her hips. He turned her slowly onto her back.
Once on her back, her eyes went to him. Fayt’s head was bowed so she stared at his blue hair as he placed a kiss just below her naval. He was unclothed, at least from the waist up. He kissed her again, higher up on her stomach. Then again between her breasts.
When he lifted his head again he stared at her, cupping her face with his hands. The sheer tenderness in his eyes lifted a weight off her chest.
“You’re forgiven.” He whispered before claiming her lips.
Even suspecting it, the relief that washed over her made her sob against him. He broke the kiss and started wiping the tear stains from her face. But Nel pressed her lips against his desperately, fresh tears in her eyes. She was mess of emotions. Relief over being forgiven, shame from her own behavior.
And how badly she needed him.
Fayt pulled away and she whimpered. But Nel moaned when his lips found one of her breasts. Fayt cupped her other breast and Nel arched her back, into the contact. “…Faaayyyt”, she moaned louder. Her breasts were so sensitive. He wondered if all Elicoorian woman shared the trait. Fayt brushed his thumb against one of her nipples, took the other into his mouth. “…yeesss…ooohh”, underneath him, Nel shifted, grinding her swollen sex against him.
Smirking, he grabbed hold of her hips and pressed her back down. “…Fayt…please”, she begged. She’d been forgiven. She’d been good. She wanted her reward.
A kiss against her collarbone, between her breasts, a trial down her taut stomach. Putting one of her legs over each shoulder he cradled her sore ass in his hands. Fayt swirled his tongue across Nel’s still swollen nub. Nel’s moans filled his ears. She tried to reach down, to hold Fayt’s head against her cunt. But the sash held tight, trapping her arms overhead. Fayt continued to tease her, licking, kissing, even sucking softly on her nub. The familiar heat inside her was out of control. She arched her back, pressing her cunt against his lips.
He smiled at her eagerness. And rewarded her by sucking a little harder on her nub.
“…aaah…gah…” Nel cried out, pressing herself against him even harder. She was close. He put one gentle kiss to her cunt and stood up. He brought her legs up with him, her ankles resting against his shoulders and gripped her waist firmly. In one smooth motion he thrust inside her.
“uhhh”, Nel cried out, words failing her as she another orgasm tore through her. She shuddered and her walls tightened along his shaft. Nel collapsed onto the desk, eyes closed as he began to ravage her. She rode out her orgasm as every thrust sent another wave of pleasure through her, feeling another steadily building.
Fayt lifted her ass and pulled her against him with each thrust. Nel’s cries grew louder. His eyes drank her in as he buried himself to the hilt. Her eyes were closed, her lips parting with each moan. Her breasts heaved with each thrust.
He leaned over her. Her lower back lifted off the desk as he forced her ankles up and forward, inline over her breasts. Fayt grit his teeth against the pressure building inside him. He drove himself into her even harder.
“…Faaayyyt…” She moaned his name as another orgasm made her gush around him. Her body shook, her voice shook, and together they pushed him to the very edge of his control.
Another thrust. “…mmm…” She moaned softly, her eyes still closed.
“…Nel…” He groaned and somehow she understood what he wanted. She forced her eyes opened and locked them with his. He thrust into her again, staring into her emerald green pools. Each time he drove himself forward Nel’s body trembled and another moan was torn from her lips. But she refused to break eye contact, staring into his equally green eyes.
“…Nel” He called out to her with one last thrust. Fayt held her against his hips as his orgasm rocked his body, he shuddered inside her, filling her with his seed.
When their bodies finally stopped trembling, Fayt released his hold of her legs.
He leaned over her, propping himself up with his arms and they shared a long tender kiss. After a few minutes of gently stroking her hair he untied the sash from the hook on his desk. Without untying her wrists he lifted her up. Nel curled up against him, tucking her head under his chin as he carried her to their bedroom.
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About an hour later Fayt opened his eyes and stared down at Nel’s head, resting against his shoulder. Her still bound hands held against her chest. It took 20 minutes for him to find the resolve to leave their bed. Slowly he slipped away from his love, managing to extract himself without disturbing her, a testament to how drained she was.
He pressed a kiss against her temple. Then he drew the blanket over her. Nel began to stir. Damn it. “Shhh… just rest. Good girl.” He whispered soothingly. Her eyelids fluttered but she settled back against her pillow.
Fayt looked around the room for his equipment. Then he remembered he’d left his clothing and gear in his office. His eyes found their way back to Nel, sleeping peacefully. If only he could climb back into bed with her. But he had responsibilities. He quietly opened the door to their adjoining bathroom. First he’d get cleaned up. Then he’d get his gear.
After all he still had to punish Clair.
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I’d like to do a sequel. Comments? Criticisms?
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