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Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean or any of the characters involved. I make no money from this work.
Title: Connubium
A/N: My second try at writing something with an adult rating. This one also came out much longer. I apologize for any grammatical errors. I hope the pairing doesn’t bother anyone. It doesn't appear to be very popular. Connubium refers to the right to legally marry in Ancient Rome.

Nel Zelpher tried to let the hot water soothe her, to let the fragrances settle her nerves. She closed her eyes. If she pretended hard enough, she might believe this was just an afternoon indulging herself at a spa. A voice called out to her, young and nervous. Nel opened her eyes, the illusion of a normal day shattered. The redhead stood up and waded through the waist high water to the edge of the bath. Two of the younger acolytes knelt at the edge, girls really, a few years younger than Maria, watched her. They looked nervous but resolute. And professional. They were gentle as they bathed her, scrubbing her from head to toe.
She sat in the water with her backs to them. Nel closed her eyes as they poured warm water over her. She felt a pair of hands on her scalp and the soft sent of jasmine filled her senses. More warm water and they asked she rise from the pool.
They draped a luxuriously soft towel, eggshell white, over her shoulders. Another towel went over her head. Slowly and gently, they dried off her skin. This way Lady Nel. They gave her a thin white robe and tied it around her waist when she made no move to do it herself. They led her down the hall, to the main room. They took her robe off her shoulders, pried it from her nerveless fingers. And she felt completely adrift.
“Deep breaths Nel.”
Rozaria stood before her a smile on her face. The priestess was always smiling. Nel, tried to smile back but the butterflies in her stomach refused to be quelled. Still, it was a familiar face and she clung to it. Two attendants appeared at the priestess’ side. Then it was just a blur of activity.
Again, she did as they bid her. Her hair was dried, brushed, and styled. A scented lotion was rubbed into her skin. There was make up. Color to her cheeks. Eye shadow. Lipstick. She might have had a choice in the matter but she didn’t think to ask.
After what seemed like an eternity they stood her naked before a full length mirror. Fortunately, Rozaria knew her tastes well enough and Nel recognized the face looking back. A little more color on her face. The eye shadow was new but not unpleasant. She liked the lipstick, soft, pink, and not to glossy.
It just felt like a stranger.
The attendants handed Rozaria a few scraps of white cloth. And Nel was even more grateful for Rozaria’s presence when she realized they were her undergarments. Her friend was equal parts supportive and professional. Nel could do little more than hold the thin white fabric against her body, her face red, as Rozaria secured it with a knot on each hip. Nel raised her arms as Rozaria wrapped a length of white against her chest, snug but not tight.
The attendants reappeared. They helped her into a simple white frock. While a modest dress, it hugged her figure. The sleeves were short and the skirt ended just above her knees. Longer than the skirt she usually wore but she pulled it down nervously. The two attendants brought her a long red sash. They carefully wrapped it about her slender waist, once, twice, a third time. Then tied it off at her left hip, letting the tail of the sash hang down her side. She ran her fingers along the beautiful fabric. Silk, she noted. Rozaria must have chosen that too, to match her hair. She stepped into a pair of sandals. The attendants knelt before her, securing the wraps up to mid-calf.
They said she was ready.
“The queen will hear your confession in the ritual chamber.” The older attendant informed her.
Not the chapel? Some part of her mind thought that was the odd. Silently, she looked to Rozaria but the priestess could only smile reassuringly. It seemed the ritual was so old few could say what tradition dictated.
Rozaria addressed the older woman. “I’ll escort her.”
Nel stared into the full length mirror.
Ready?
She laughed.

Fayt Leingod fought the urge to pace, not wanting to call attention to himself. The queen had asked him to stand along the wall opposite the bedroom door, so as to remain hidden. A strange request but everything about this was strange. He paused in the farthest corner of the room, near the archway that led to the bathing chamber. His eyes were drawn back to the oversized bed that dominated the room.
Fayt couldn’t deny it would be easier to just hand him over to the Vendeeni. But the queen had made her choice. They would not turn on him. Aquaria would even grant them the use of their Thunder Arrow so they could engage the enemy.
But nothing, it seemed, was free.
From what he gathered it was an ancient ritual. He assumed the queen’s interest in performing it stemmed from his powers. Cliff would ask, after everything that’d happened in the last few weeks, was it so hard to believe? Not that he dared talk to Cliff. He’d hadn’t told anyone of the ritual and Cliff would have been the very last choice. Dear god, the man would either howl with laughter or worse volunteer. That was the thought that steeled his resolve. As many complications as this would raise, Fayt wouldn’t allow anyone else to take his place.
Not after learning Nel had been chosen.
Fayt couldn’t deny he was attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be? He’d had some very… intense thoughts about her, both waking and dreaming. But it went so much deeper than that. Nel was more than an ally…more than a friend. He wanted to protect her, not just in battle. Nel was so devoted to her mission he worried she’d keep giving to the cause until there was nothing left of her.
He didn’t know if Nel felt the same. She tried to be so stoic. He’d seen her mask slip several times and not just when angry. Fayt had seen a softer side to her. Nel was an extremely caring person, despite how much of a toll the war had taken on her. Fayt closed his eyes, nothing on this planet was ever simple.
Nel could have refused.
Two quick raps against the closed door almost made him jump.
“Enter.” Her Majesty’s voice was calm, unreadable.
Fayt’s heart was racing as the door swung open.

The ritual chamber was in reality the master bedroom of a residence in the royal tower. While currently in disuse, in times of peace they were reserved for honored guests on extended trips. They were lavish quarters, as expected considering the queen’s own residence was just one floor above them, and took up almost the entire floor.
Rozaria escorted her as far as the main entrance to the residence. Two large oaken doors loomed before them. The doors opened silently on well-oiled hinges. Nel passed through the sitting room and found herself in the main room. There were several small pieces of furniture arranged along the left side of the room. End tables, chairs, all covered in white cloth to protect them from dust. The opposite side of the room was mostly bare, except for a long rectangular table. Beyond the table she could see what served as the kitchen. The dining area then. At the end of the room there was a short hallway and she could see light slipping through the bottom of a closed door. That had to be the master bedroom. She moved towards the light source, passing more than one closed door as she did. Offices, or guest rooms, she couldn’t be sure.
She reached the end of the hallway. Nel took a shaking breath, raised a shaking hand and knocked on the door twice. The unmistakable voice of her Majesty commanded she enter.
The door swung open smoothly and Nel froze at the threshold.
Around the room a few sparse candles held a flame. The only real source of light was the runic brazier near the door. It burned brightly, filling the room with warmth and casting its light as far as the center of the room… directly onto the massive bed. Nel didn’t know they made beds that large. It stood waist high and had no bed posts, just a large padded headboard. She imagined four people could sleep comfortably on it.
In all her life, nothing had ever looked so intimidating.
A small table stood beside it, holding a flagon of wine and a single large silver chalice. Couples were required to share everything, Nel knew. She took another look at the bed, the pillows, and the looming headboard. A glass of wine might be in order.
Nel stepped cautiously into the room, stopping on the thick rug at the side of the giant bed. Nel faced the queen, sitting in a high backed chair against one of the walls, cloaked in shadows. Slowly Nel lowered herself to the ground, kneeling properly, her knees together and head bowed. The light from the brazier cast her shadow over the bed.
The queen did not waste time mincing words. “Lady Nel, you understand the full significance of this ceremony?”
“Yes, your Majesty.” A ritual. An alliance. And a bride. Should she carry Fayt’s child, it would go a long way to binding him to Aquaria forever.
“You were chosen because of your feelings towards Master Fayt.” Nel felt the queen’s eyes boring into her even as they were hidden in darkness. “Are we mistaken?”
“No, your Majesty. You are not.” Nel tried to answer evenly but the hitch in her voice was unmistakable.
“Explain.”
Fayt had no idea if this was a normal part of the ceremony. But he suspected the queen was allowing him to eavesdrop for Nel’s sake.
Nel was undeniably beautiful. He drank her in as she knelt before the queen. It was odd seeing Nel without her armor. Instead she wore a short white dress, cinched at her waist by a red sash. Her armor had been more revealing, her normal skirt much shorter, and Fayt’s eyes had often been drawn to her gorgeous legs. But the simple chaste dress excited him even more.
Nel didn’t immediately respond to the queen’s command. Fayt could almost see her mind searching for the right words. She kept her head bowed as she spoke, baring her soul. “I’ve never felt like this before. The way I feel about him, the power Fayt holds over me…scares me.” Her voice grew softer. “The thought of him with another woman, would pain me.”
“You may disrobe.”
Nel rose from her knees and approached the bed. Her hands had just found the knot of her red sash when Fayt, unable to stay idle any longer, stepped in. He caught her by surprise, taking hold of her hands. He felt them tremble slightly in his grip. Her eyes were wide, her face anxious, even as she tried to hide it. Not trusting himself to speak, Fayt wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against his body. Their eyes locked before he pressed his lips to hers. Nel didn’t resist but she was nervous, her body stiff. One hand cupped her chin, tilting her head as his tongue sought entry. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered closed as his tongue teased her. Fayt traced the curve of her jaw, found the base of her head and buried his fingers in her hair. He toyed with the soft red locks, running his fingers through them, tugging them gently. Her own tongue met his, shyly.
The queen watched the tension rolling off Lady Nel’s body. She wrapped her arms around Master Fayt’s neck, her body melting into his as the world shrunk down to the two of them. Master Fayt guided her, his hands on her hips, turning her and pushing her back until Lady Nel was trapped between him and the bed. Master Fayt lifted her slightly and Lady Nel ended up sitting on the bed, still in his embrace. Master Fayt finally broke the kiss. He smirked at her. “Let me.” He knelt before Lady Nel. He started with one of her sandals, untying the laces and slipping it off of her. Then to the queen’s surprise, and certainly Lady Nel’s, he pressed a kiss along her calf, then slightly higher, then another just under her knee…
Lady Nel murmured his name, blushing prettily. Master Fayt continued, if anything going slower, taking the time to kiss each of her runes, and only stopping at the edge of her dress.
Nel lifted her hips and Fayt pulled the hem of her dress up, as far as her bridal sash would allow. Fayt turned his attention back to her legs, now kissing along her inner thigh. Nel bit down on her lip. “..Fayt..” He looked up at her smirking, and with exaggerated slowness kissed her again, higher still.
Fayt’s hands slowly traced the length of her legs. Nel watched, face flushed, as Fayt began untying the laces of her other sandal. He kissed her ankle, then her calf, and this time her fidgeting had nothing to do with her nerves. Again, he kissed each and every one of her runes with painstaking care. By the time he passed her knees Nel’s breathing was labored. He kissed her, still higher, moving slowly up her thighs. His lips found her flesh at the very edge of her bridal wrap. And Nel knew the thin, white, and now wet silk, did nothing to hide her arousal.
Fayt began to remove her sash, untying the knot on Nel’s left hip. Then slowly, painfully slowly, he unraveled the red fabric from around her waist. It was long, longer than she remembered. With her bridal sash, finally removed, Nel took the initiative. She lifted her arms and pulled her frock off in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her wrappings. Fayt had just enough time to grin at her before she pulled him into a kiss.
Nel’s hands found his shirt eagerly. Soon his white vest lay on the floor beside her dress. Nel pressed herself against him, laying kisses along his neck, shoulders, and chest. Fayt held her at the waist, groaning softly before pressing his lips against her neck, sucking her exposed flesh. Fayt’s mouth moved down her neck, across her collar bone. Suddenly, he caught Nel’s lips with another kiss, more heated, more demanding. Fayt forced her back and down onto the mattress before breaking contact.
As much fun as he’d had teasing Nel, Fayt’s own desires were becoming uncomfortable. The feeling of her breasts pressing against him, her nipples hard and only a thin white fabric between them was maddening. The offending fabric was secured by a single knot at the base of her neck. The knot fell apart in his hands and he began unwrapping the restricting cloth from her chest.
Nel was a smaller woman and slender but Fayt wasn’t surprised to see she was well endowed. He’d snuck enough peaks at her on their journey. And traveling through the desert to Mosel, they’d had to strip down as much as possible. But even his vivid imagination hadn’t done her justice. Her breasts were larger than he’d thought, firm, and perky. The nipples dark pink against her fair skin. She must have needed every bit of space in her armor to hide them.
They were sensitive.
He’d barely cupped one of her breasts, easily more than a handful, when Nel’s breath caught in her throat. He palmed the other, caressing the sides, the bottom. Nel squirmed underneath his touch, moaning. He gripped them firmly, brushed his thumbs across her nipples. Nel threw her head back, “…Fa-Fayt…”
Very sensitive.
The queen’s mouth was dry. She knew Lady Nel had feelings for Master Fayt, half the castle did. And she suspected Master Fayt felt the same. It was reason she had chosen Lady Nel, better to bind him to their cause. But she didn’t expect their union to be so …sensual. The way he touched her, teased her. Master Fayt was determined to take his time, unwrapping Lady Nel like a present, savoring each touch and every inch of her body.
Master Fayt continued to massage her breasts, pinching the nipples. All Elicoorian women had very sensitive and…responsive breasts and Lady Nel was no exception. The queen wondered what those large calloused hands would feel like against her own tender flesh. She shifted in her seat, feeling the moisture between her legs. The queen undid the sash at the front of her robes.
Master Fayt squeezed one of her breasts as he lowered his head. His mouth closed over the nipple. “mm..mmm…” Lady Nel gasped, twisting the bed sheets in her hands.
Fayt reluctantly pulled himself away from Nel’s breasts. He ran his hands down her perfectly toned body, resting them against her slender hips. His mouth followed, kissing her between the swell of her breasts and down her taut stomach.
Her panties, now soaking wet, were little more than a transparent cloth tied on each hip. They were quickly undone and discarded and Nel’s excitement was even more apparent. She was wet, her lips swollen and dark pink, nestled among a bed of neatly trimmed red hair. Nel kept herself well groomed. The thought made his cock twitch against the prison of his pants. He spread her lower lips, leaning down to place his mouth against her swollen sex. Fayt was surprised to feel Nel’s barrier. He’d thought with all her training…. Maybe it was another difference between humans and Elicoorians.
Time for taste.
The queen watched as Master Fayt began to tease Lady Nel with his mouth. She fidgeted restlessly, sometimes moaning, sometimes whimpering. Lady Nel wrapped her legs around him. She arched her back, lifting her hips. Another moan. Her long dancer’s legs were draped over his back, ankles locked, trapping him against her. Her hands held the back of Master Fayt’s head, fingers in his hair, pulling him against her swollen sex. Lady Nel continued to writhe, mewling softly. Pleading for more or mercy the queen couldn’t know.
But there would be absolutely no mercy.
Nel moaned helplessly. Fayt continued to torment her with his very talented tongue. He took long teasing licks, up and down her wet sex. Then he plunged his tongue deeper, into her core. He alternated between the two, teasing her, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to her clit. Nel clutched him desperately, pushing his face closer, and finally begged. “…uhh…pl-please…” She cried. The raw need in her voice must have made him take pity on her. Fayt grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her hips. Nel felt his tongue circle her swollen clit. “mmm…uhhhh…Faayyt…” Then his lips were around her nub, sucking firmly.
Nel’s back arched and she gave a strangled cry before falling back onto the mattress. Eyes closed and body limp, she continued to moan between her own ragged breaths as Fayt languidly ran his tongue along her core. He placed one more kiss against her swollen lips before straightening up. Nel stared up into his face, wet and smirking. She reached up, her arms shaky, and wrapped her arms around him. She tugged and Fayt complied, leaning into a kiss. Nel deepened the kiss, tasting herself on Fayt’s lips. She licked his lips, his chin, cleaning up the mess she’d made.
“Fayt,” Nel whispered, breathless. “I’m ready.” Then she kissed him again.
Master Fayt’s hands worked deftly at his belt. The queen could see the evidence of his own arousal prominently pushing against the fabric of his pants. His belt, pants, and undergarments, quickly ended up on the floor. The queen’s eyes widened as Master Fayt freed his sizeable erection. His manhood stood large and thick, framed by short coarse blue hairs. Elicoorian males didn’t get that big. Were all humans so endowed? Her eyes ran along his length as Master Fayt knelt before Lady Nel. Two of the queen’s fingers found her own swollen sex just as Master Fayt pushed the head of his manhood into Lady Nel’s wet lips.
Fayt felt Nel’s barrier, felt it tear. Nel didn’t cry out. She was too much of a fighter for that, too proud. But her eyes were shut tight. Her jaw clenched. He saw the tension on her face and stopped, giving her a chance to adjust. Eyes still closed, she nodded and he went deeper. He’d only had a few partners since he started college. But Nel was tighter than he’d ever felt before. All signs were pointing to Elicoorians being built smaller. He felt her vaginal muscles tightening against him and silently he cursed himself, because he didn’t want to hurt her. But at the same time…so warm and tight, the way she rippled against him... Fayt grit his teeth against his own pleasure and slowly moved forward.
Nel forced herself not to cry out. It wasn’t so much the pain but the intimacy. She’d never been with a man before… and Fayt was big. The initial pain had faded, replaced by an intense pressure as Fayt pushed himself deeper. Fayt was there, inside her, filling her. Nel felt her muscles clutching at his shaft as he sheathed himself inside her. She could feel every inch of him as her body stretched. Then she was at her limit and he had to stop. Nel let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Fayt shifted slightly and Nel couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. Fayt drew back slowly and only partway, then pushed himself into her, filling her, stretching her all over again. “mmm…yes…” She moaned. The feeling of Fayt inside her, his cock hot and hard. The pressure, the friction… He thrust into her again, a longer deeper stroke, and she moaned again, louder.
Fayt captured her lips and Nel kissed back, wet and sloppy. He cupped one of her breasts, gripping her firmly and pinching the nipple. Nel moaned against his lips, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Fayt deepened the kiss as he thrust into her, falling into a steady rhythm. She felt a familiar heat growing inside her, felt her arousal trickling down her legs. She’d touched herself before, knew how to see to her own needs. But it never felt anything like this, not the sensation, not the intensity. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts.
At her encouragement, Fayt drove himself forward harder. Nel gasped, breaking the kiss as Fayt’s cock filled her even as her muscles flexed against him. Fayt continued to thrust, faster than before. Nel cries became more erratic as every thrust pushed her steadily towards her breaking point. Nel locked eyes with Fayt and saw a hunger that made the heat inside her swell. Fayt claimed her lips again, then her neck, before bringing his mouth down over one of her breasts.
“..mmm..mm..” Nel clutched the back of Fayt’s head with one hand, the other wrapped around his back. He drove into her again, stretching her. “..uuuhh!...ye-yes….” She moaned louder, wrapping her legs around his waist, burying her face at the base of Fayt’s neck. Fayt held her hips, practically pulling her down onto his shaft. Nel held onto him with both hands, nails digging into his back with every thrust, her sex wet and aching.
Then it was too much. Fayt drove into her, almost to the hilt, and the dam inside her broke. Lightning tore through her body, setting off every nerve. She smothered her cry, biting down. Hard. Nel ground herself against him, her breasts pressed against his chest. She felt her own wetness streaming down her thighs. Nel rode out her climax, her head feeling light and her body heavy, as Fayt continued to make fast powerful strokes. She felt her muscles clenching all along his length and her jaw clenched with each thrust and each wave of pleasure. She tasted something metallic.
Fayt was close. He felt the pain flaring in his neck and the long scratches across his back, stinging with sweat. He just didn’t care. He’d felt Nel cum, felt her muscles rippling against him. He groaned against the sensation. He held Nel’s hips, his knuckles white, burying himself inside her again and again. Fayt closed his eyes, grunting with each thrust. His cock twitched as the tension inside him built higher. She continued to shake, to spasm, sending tremors up and down his cock. Fayt drove himself harder, his last rational thought to make Nel his.
Nel held onto him desperately, pressing their sweat slicked bodies against each other. She felt so good in his arms, so tight around his cock. Finally, the pressure inside him reached its peak. His own climax washed over him, a primal force that drove him forward. Fayt buried himself inside Nel, pinning her against the bed as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock, filling her. “Nel…” He growled her name without realizing it.
Nel felt Fayt trembling inside her, heard her name on his lips. She bit down harder as she shuddered in ecstasy. Fayt released a slow shaky breath. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms as they sunk into the mattress. He pressed his lips against her skin before resting his head against her bare shoulder. She felt the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing began to steady. She kept her grip on him with her arms, her legs, practically pulling his weight down on top of her. She wanted to feel every inch of his body against hers.
They lay in each other’s arms. Master Fayt on top, with most of his weight on his arms. Lady Nel, lay beneath him, her face still buried against his neck. Only the soft sound of their breathing filled the room. Lady Nel, legs still wrapped around Fayt’s waist, with him still inside her, pressed her lips to his. Master Fayt cupped her chin, deepening it. They broke apart, gasping for air, and the soft wet sounds resumed. Finally, she unwrapped her legs but kept hold of him with her arms as he pulled out of her.
They shifted onto their sides, holding each other, whispering softly for many minutes. The room was so quiet the queen could almost hear. Master Fayt laid claim to Lady Nel’s lips again. Without breaking contact he took hold of one of her legs, resting her knee against his hip and running his hand up and down her thigh. Lady Nel flushed at the intimacy but made no move to stop him and Master Fayt’s hands continued to explore her body.
Nel leaned into another kiss. Then she felt Fayt’s cock pressing against her stomach. She stared at him, fully erect. Nervously, she looked to him. “Fayt?” Impossible. She’d felt him, felt him inside her. “You’re still…ready?”
The queen understood Lady Nel’s confusion. But she also knew full well Master Fayt had climaxed with her. She had seen his body tense, shudder. She saw him grab Lady Nel’s waist and hold her against him as he called her name. And then she saw his manhood begin to stir as he lay beside her. Were humans obsessed with sex?
She could have left now, the ritual completed. The queen told herself she should. Go to her quarters… and see to her own needs. Instead she watched them, mesmerized and aroused. She stared at Fayt’s (again) erect penis, slick with their fluids.
“I can’t help it.” Fayt pressed a firm kiss to Nel’s lips. “I need you again.” This time his lips found her neck.
Nel’s eyes fluttered closed. “…again?” She murmured, reveling in his touch.
“Yes.” Fayt wanted to laugh. But he knew better. Nel was still so new to this, laughing would hurt her. She just sounded so surprised. And Nel was so damn hot. Fit, lithe, with generous curves, and beautiful. And she was flexible. Obviously he wanted her again, needed her again. It must have been another difference between their two species.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Elicoorian men. But for fucksake, human males woke up with erections.
“Humans can have sex”, a kiss against her shoulder, “…multiple times a day”, her neck, “with rest,” back to her lips. When he returned to her lips Nel held onto him, deepening the kiss, not letting him pull away. He loved her enthusiasm. He’d been as gentle as he could before, resisting the urge to test Nel’s limits, to pin her ankles behind her head and ravage her.
No more.
Catching sight of the red sash, Fayt scooped it up. He kissed her again, firm but gentle, and brought her hands together in front of her. “How often do Elicoorian males have sex?” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips.
“Um…not nearly as much.” Nel wasn’t an expert on the subject. But women talk and common opinion was once a week, maybe twice.
Fayt shook his head. Their loss. He brought her hands together, trapped them between his larger ones, and began wrapping the red cloth around her wrists. “This is your own fault.” He answered seriously.
“My fault?” Nel’s tone was cool, pretending to ignore his actions. But her voice was breathless.
“You’re so beautiful,” he pulled the cloth between her wrists, cinching it tight. “You do this to me.” A few more wraps, outside and in. Fayt kissed her again, tied a knot and made a loop with the remaining fabric.
“Fayt…” Her voice held the slightest tremor of nervousness. Before she could react he gripped the loop with one hand and suddenly pulled Nel’s bound wrists above her head, pinning them to the mattress.
“Fayt!” She squeaked.
He silenced her by sealing his lips roughly against hers. He cupped one of her breasts, brushing his thumb across the nipple. Nel gasped, just like he wanted and Fayt took full advantage. His tongue plunged into her mouth even as he continued to fondle her with one hand. Nel closed her eyes as Fayt’s tongue met hers, teasing her, coaxing her. Nel kissed back tentatively, she was new at this, but his other hand wasn’t idle and her breasts were so sensitive, she kept moaning into his mouth.
He could have spent hours kissing her, teasing her. But his body had other needs. Finally, he pulled his mouth from hers. Fayt kissed Nel along her jaw, then just below her ear, and started down her neck. He kissed his way down her chest, settling on her other breast. His hot breath descended over her nipple.
Nel inhaled sharply. Fayt licked, teased, and sucked on the sensitive nub. “…ahh…uhhh..” Soon her labored cries filled the room. He pulled his mouth away from her but his free hand cupped her other breast. “I dreamed of you.” He spoke softly but something about his tone was ominous.
“…ah…uhhh,” Nel could only groan in response, a familiar warmth pooling at her core. Unable to speak, she bit down on her lip, trying to grind her body against his. Fayt shifted away from her, just enough to stare into her green eyes with his own.
“Every night.” He growled, pinning her with his gaze. She saw desire there, the same hunger as before. But it was held in check, controlled by something powerful that stripped her soul bare. And as Fayt loomed over her, Nel felt her own arousal leaking from her sex.
“Every…” A moan cut her off as Fayt roughly gripped her other breast, kneading the firm and sensitive flesh before pinching the nipple. “…night?” His lips this time, sucking softly. She moaned again, louder.
Master Fayt’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he answered. The queen swore she could feel the heat of it on her skin. He’d dreamed of Nel, constantly. Of taking her, ravaging her, and sometimes just holding her in his arms. Did she realize how frustrating it was not being able to touch her, to pull down that damn scarf and kiss her? With that thought he held her chin, forcing his lips roughly against hers.
Nel kissed back, urgent and needy. He pulled away and she almost whimpered. “…I’m…sorry.”
“You knew what you were doing to me.” His voice was hard. His eyes were hard.
A memory flashed through her mind. In the desert, they’d all stripped down because of the heat and she’d caught his eyes lingering. She’d pretended not to notice. And then she’d raised her arms over her head, making a show of stretching muscles that weren’t tight. If she’d known how intense his needs were…would she have stopped? Nel stared up at Fayt, her green eyes pleading. “Forgive me.”
“You’ll have to earn it.” His hand moved to her other breast, squeezing her firmly, his thumb brushing against her erect nipple. “More?” He taunted.
“…yes…Fayt…” Nel gasped.
“Say please.” His thumb circled slower. She struggled against her bonds, tried pressing her body against his. All useless. Her hands were tied and Fayt was too strong. He held her, immobile and at his mercy. The wetness trickling down her thighs made her want to cry in frustration.
“…mo-more…”, she gasped, refusing to beg even as she felt her resistance crumbling. With one hand he held her firm, but the other slipped teasingly away from her. The pressure against her flesh eased. The pressure inside her swelled in protest. She squirmed desperately beneath him, wet and aching. Finally, she whimpered. “…Fayt…please.”
He rewarded her with a firmer caress, squeezing her breast and pinching the nipple. Nel arched her back, forcing her sensitive breasts into his calloused grip. Gods, yes!
The admission made his cock twitch. God, he wanted her. But he wasn’t done toying with her yet. He shifted Nel onto her left side, the sash and her wrists still firmly in his grip. Holding her from behind, he pulled her arms back, forcing her to arch her back. Fayt slowly drew his free hand over her flesh, down her taut stomach, across her hips and between her thighs before slipping his fingers inside of her.
She was wet and swollen. He teased her, stroking lightly with a single finger then pulling away.
“…Faa-Fayt…” Nel’s breath caught as he stroked her. Nel whimpered, shifted against his hand. Again, she tried to pull her hands free. This time Fayt pulled back on her bound wrists viciously, forcing her to arch her back further. She gasped as her body strained in his grip and the pressure at her core morphed into a fire, growing wildly. He gave another tug and she practically moaned her next words. “Plle-pleeaaase…Fayt…mmmm.”
“Yes?” He taunted her, this time two fingers stroking her aching sex.
Nel gasped. It was hard to breathe, harder to speak. “…Faayyt! I…uhhh! I… nee-need you.”
It was more than he’d expected to get from her so soon. And he decided to reward her. With Nel lying on her side, he pushed her legs up and her knees together, almost like she was sitting. Then with his left arm still restraining her, he slowly pushed inside her.
Their groans mixed together. With her legs together Nel was even tighter. Fayt felt her clench all along his length and had to steady himself. She was getting close. But he wasn’t done with her. It was only fair. Nel couldn’t understand how much he wanted her. Maybe Elicoorian men didn’t need sex much but he was human and 19 years old. Traveling with her, he’d woken up hard almost every morning. And then watched her the entire day, a short skirt and leggings putting her perfect legs on display.
He planted his free hand on her hip and buried himself inside her, all the way to the hilt.
Lady Nel’s cries echoed in the room.
The queen was breathing hard, all thoughts of leaving having long since fled. She never took her eyes off them, lust and jealousy having overruled her sense. With one hand she played with herself furiously, the other at her breast pinching the nipple. She moaned freely, without restraint or concern. The two lovers wouldn’t notice if the room caught fire.
This was nothing like before.
Where Master Fayt had been gentle now he was ruthless. He was propped up on one elbow as he took Lady Nel from behind, holding her bridal sash with the same arm. The other, wrapped around her slim waist held her fast. As Lady Nel was closer to the brazier, Fayt was cast in darkness. His sapphire hair stood out against his lighter skin tone. A dark halo against a silver shadow. His other hand moved between her breasts and her swollen sex. Viciously he tugged his left arm back, Lady Nel’s arms bent at the elbows as he held her hands behind her head. The muscles of Fayt’s arms and hips rippled under his skin as he bent Lady Nel to his will.
And Lady Nel, so powerless. Arms bound, her lithe form writhing helplessly. With each thrust the beautiful kunoichi’s taut stomach muscles flexed, her back arched, her breasts heaved. She cried out, her voice soft and needy as Master Fayt’s free hand fondled her. A sheen of sweat covered her body from head to toe. The light from the flames casting her flesh in bronze, her sweat soaked hair like liquid fire.
They were beautiful.
“I wanted…. I-…umm”, she moaned as Fayt buried himself inside her. Her back arched as her muscles stretched. “…I…ugg…dreamed…mmm… of this.”
Fayt’s voice was low and rough between grunts. “You wanted…” another grunt, another thrust, “this…” thrust, “being with me?”
“…mmm…yeesss...Fayt…” Nel gasped between her own rasping moans. She’d dreamed of it, more than once. She’d fantasized about Fayt wanting her, needing her, taking her because he had to have her.
Fayt pushed forward, harder than before, and Nel didn’t have the air left in her lungs to cry out. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. Each time he withdrew she felt the head of his cock brush against her clit. Each time he plowed forward his length filled her, stretching her.
“…uhh...mmm...” The pressure built higher, the fire burned hotter. Another thrust. “…Faaaayyyt…” Nel tried shifting her hips, desperate for just a little more, enough to put her over the edge. Fayt, sensing her plan, held her firm. He pulled his fingers away, then held her hips, ready to drive himself forward but waiting.
“You’re mine.” He growled, “say it.” He moved his free hand back to her moist lips, his fingers curled, circling the edges of her clit.
“…mmm…” His fingers grazed her nub. Oh gods! The fire twisted inside her, consuming her. “Fayt!” Nel bit down on her lip. His fingers circled her again, slower than before, then stopped, so close to her. He was right there! Nel whimpered, squirmed in his grip, and then-
“I’m yours!” She wailed.
He circled her clit again, slow but firm. Then he started stroking her, brushing it directly, timing it with each thrust.
Once.
Twice.
“…Faay-…aaahh!…” On the third stroke she shattered against him, throwing her head back and crying out. A molten heat seared her from the inside and Nel gasped for air that would not come. Her body shook, her every muscle tensed, and the stream of her arousal ran down their legs. Her walls clenched, tightening around him. Fayt wrapped his arm around her stomach and held her to him, driving himself even harder.
“…mmm…uhh…” Nel moaned softly, eyes closed, each powerful stroke sending waves of pleasure rolling through her now limp body. Fayt drove the length of his cock into her. “Uhhh…” Again. “..mmm…” And again. “…uhhh…” Each time Nel felt the strength of Fayt’s hands, the weakness of her own body, and his hot breath on her neck as he growled into her ear.
“Mine.” He stated with absolute certainty.
“…yo-yours…” She moaned softly, equally certain. Her head slumped forward, her eyes still closed. Every thrust made her head bob, made her breasts heave. The heat was gathering in the pit of her stomach all over again.
“…yours…”
Her voice, weak and spent, made him want her even more. Nel Zelpher at his mercy. She belonged to him. Fayt grabbed her waist with both hands, hard enough to bruise and fired his hips with abandon. Fayt felt his own release building. He felt the tightness in his balls, felt his cock grow even harder. “Mine.” He growled as he buried himself inside her tight little cunt over and over again.
“…yours..”
And each time Fayt was rewarded with another delicious moan.
He was nearly there. Fayt grit his teeth, gripping her tighter as his own need became almost painful. Again. And again. At his limit Fayt drove himself completely inside her, pinning Nel’s hips against him. “Mine!” He practically roared as his seed erupted from his cock.
“…uuuuuuuuhhhh…” Nel let out a long keening moan, feeling Fayt’s cock pulse inside her, each shudder firing another burst of cum, hot and thick. It sent her over the edge, her already drained body becoming a quivering mess.
Fayt rode the wave of his own orgasm, savoring the sense of sheer power. He held Nel by her hips, trapping her on his cock as poured every drop of his seed into her aching sex. She continued to tremble from her own orgasm, sending tremors up and down his length.
The queen wiped the sweat from her brow, her own passions long spent. Her own heartbeat had slowed to a lazy crawl. Too tired to move, she watched them, transfixed.
The room was still, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Their ragged breathing clearly audible over the roar of the flames. Master Fayt pulled Lady Nel’s arms down, pinning them against her chest. He held her chin and forced her into a long almost bruising kiss. Lady Nel closed her eyes, mewling softly.
When Master Fayt broke the kiss, Lady Nel, still held securely, stared into his eyes. “I’m yours.” She promised.
Master Fayt took her gently by the shoulders and turned her entire body to face him. Her lover gathered her into his arms, tenderly rubbing her back, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair. Lady Nel, wrists still tied, buried her face in his neck, collapsing against him.
“Am I forgiven?” Nel, breathlessly murmured into his neck.
He kissed the side of her head. “Never.” Then he whispered something so low the queen couldn’t hear. And how the queen strained to her.
Whatever his answer, Lady Nel’s sigh of pure contentment was impossible to miss.
With her lusts sated, jealousy overcame the queen’s exhaustion. Sluggishly, she rose from her seat, needing to be closer. Master Fayt lay on his back, Lady Nel curled into his side, her eyes closed. He was playing with her hair, staring down at her as if she might disappear any moment, when the queen’s shadow caught his attention.
Without thinking she leaned over them, pressing her lips quickly against Master Fayt’s. When she pulled back two pairs of stunning (and stunned) green eyes stared at her. Master Fayt was completely at a loss but he was unfamiliar with Aquarian tradition. It was Lady Nel that worried her. It was forbidden for any man to touch a queen so inappropriately lest they were married.
How much did she see?
Best to leave quickly. Straightening her posture she fell completely into her royal persona. “You must remain in these chambers until sunrise. I’ll have food left in the sitting room.” Not entirely true. Normally they would be allowed to clean up now and part ways. Traditionally the ritual was quick, loveless, and to the point.
She didn’t receive any objections.
The queen’s eyes settled on the crook of Master Fayt’s neck. The skin was broken and the bruising would be horrible. Lady Nel followed her gaze and her eyes widened. “Fayt, did I?” The queen almost rolled her eyes. Who else? The blue haired swordsman rolled his shoulders as if feeling it for the first time. He smiled roguishly. “Leave it.” Lady Nel leaned into him, flicking her tongue over the wound and pressing feather soft kisses against his skin, trying to be soothing. He tilted his head, allowing her better access. Master Fayt closed his eyes and gave a murmur of encouragement, as if his lover’s touch could heal his wounds. Lady Nel settled into his side and redoubled her efforts.
The aura of contentment surrounding them made the queen’s envy spike. She made her exit, pausing at the burning brazier. It hummed under her touch and she knew it would run well into the morning. She was about to leave, and find one of her attendants to see to their needs when she stopped in the doorway, watching them.
Master Fayt and Lady Nel, again oblivious to everything but each other, shared another kiss. This one gentle and sweet. Lady Nel’s eyes were already drooping and she laid her head on his chest, perhaps listening to his heartbeat. Her red bridal sash was still wrapped around her wrists. Master Fayt was toying with her hair. Lady Nel, awake or asleep, shifted closer to him. The queen stood in the doorway, watching them. It wasn’t until Master Fayt began to fall asleep, his arms wrapped around Lady Nel, that the queen left the room.
* * * * *
Queen Romeria, as she often did, awoke well before the sunrise the next morning. And, as she always did, she woke up alone. She lay in bed for many minutes, imagining a lover’s embrace and a marriage that would not be founded on politics. Compelled to see them, she found her bed robe and wandered down the hall. Two of her personal guard were waiting at her chamber door and moved to follow her. She dismissed them with a gesture. Considering the entire floor, if not the entire tower, was dedicated to her there was no need for them to hover. Stealing down the halls she descended the nearest stairwell and quickly found herself in front of the entrance to their quarters.
Once inside she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness before heading for the main bed chambers. She paused in front of the bedroom door, listening and hearing nothing. She slipped inside as quietly as possible only to find the room empty. Their clothing still haphazardly spread across the floor. A large serving dish sat at the foot of the bed with only a few slices of fruit remaining. Unbidden an image of them sprang into her mind. She saw them, curled up together, feeding each other piece by piece. No doubt they were famished.
Faintly, she heard sounds coming from the bathing area. After the events of last night she could have recognized Lady Nel’s voice anywhere. The queen crossed the room and peeked through the entryway. The bath chamber was warm, even more so than the bedroom. They’d activated the heating runes. Steamed filled the room but did little to conceal them. Master Fayt was sitting against the edge of the bathing pool, part of his upper body was above the water. From her vantage point she could see the red and purple bruising on his neck, even if she couldn’t see the bite itself, and the long jagged scratches across his back.
Lady Nel was visible from the waist up as she straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. She rode him slowly, struggling with his full size. Fayt held her at the waist, guiding her. His mouth was at her neck, then lower across her collar bone. Finally, his lips found one of her breasts. “oohhh…Fayt,” she panted, her voice raw and breathless.
What had she expected to find? To see them sleeping in each other’s arms? She needed to leave, to give them some little bit of privacy. There was no pretending this was part of the ritual.
The queen didn’t leave. Between the candlelight around them and the darkness of the bedchamber behind her, the queen was all but invisible. She wanted to get closer, to hear whatever words were being shared. But that was impossible. So she watched, no better than any crude voyeur. No, she admitted she was worse as lust and envy rose within her.
Master Fayt said something, too low to for the queen to hear. “mmm…yes…my love,” Lady Nel moaned in response.
The words ignited something in Master Fayt and he kissed her hungrily. Gripping her hips tighter, the muscles in his arms flexed as he guided her faster. Her breasts heaved and it wasn’t long before Lady Nel came, crying out sweetly, and Master Fayt soon after, holding her against his chest.
Lust gave way to envy as she watched the lovers. They sat together, sharing soft kisses and softer whispers. Master Fayt could ravage Lady Nel one moment and treat her like a piece of glass the next. Reluctantly, they separated and climbed out of the water. They each picked up a towel and took turns drying the other off.
Queen Romeria was about to leave when she saw a familiar length of red fabric in Master Fayt’s hands. After everything they had done together and to each other, a faint pink still graced Lady Nel’s cheeks at the sight of it. She held her left arm out to him, wordlessly. Fayt pressed a kiss to her wrist and began wrapping the sash around her arm. The fabric was long enough that it ended halfway past her elbow. He tied it off with a delicate bow at her bicep.
The queen decided not to push her luck.
* * * * *
Lady Elena had barely finished her bow when she started speaking. “Your Majesty. We are ready to mount the weapon on the Marquis. It will be ready for deployment in several hours.”
“Excellent work. Please confer with the others.”
Lady Elena nodded and descended the steps to speak to Master Fayt and his companions. The group had gathered on the outside terrace, watching Lady Elena’s staff make final adjustments to the Thunder Arrow.
Master Fayt stood at one end, away from the others, with only Lady Nel by his side. They stood together, but not so intimately as to draw attention to themselves. The details of the ritual hadn’t been shared with the others, it seemed.
The red fabric of Lady Nel’s bridal sash was visible along her upper arm, just past where her bracer ended. As she moved the red bow peeked out from under her sleeve, now a precious keepsake. No one else seemed to notice. But she’d caught Master Fayt’s eyes lingering on it more than once.
The queen stifled a sigh. Recalling the events from the night before and earlier this morning, her actions were beyond inappropriate. It was only by the blessing of Apris that Master Fayt and Lady Nel had been so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice her wanton behavior.
Despite it all, she silently prayed Master Fayt would have to ask another favor of her.
Apparently, Apris was still on her side.

A/N: Any feedback is appreciate, even if it’s just a vote. Did the writing work? Or were some parts too over the top? Did the perspectives jump too much? I’m working on a sequel but it looks like it’s going to be even longer.
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