Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resurrection II: Cloister of Trials ❯ Trust ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: helluin

Speech faded away as they fell into a silent duel of tongue darting against tongue, playful and hungry. Sir Auron tasted of the desert, of that fierce tang of sun-baked wilderness that could sear or parch the incautious traveller. Lulu's kisses were darker, sweeter, like the nectar of autumn fruits. The soft lamplight flickered over them, painting her pale flesh with a delicate flush and etching his upper body with dancing flame. Their fingers chased after the fleeting patterns of light and shadow playing across their skin: Lulu's nails lightly grazing Auron's sinewy arms or soaring down his chest, catching at a nipple; Auron's strong hands caressing, taking her breasts into his palms with a squeeze or bunching up the fabric of her robe as he kneaded her back and buttocks in emphatic circles.

Very soon, he will be gone. The stray thought made every touch more poignant. Her hands skimmed over him with a gentleness that she thought she had left behind some years ago.

Auron was less gentle. He snagged the sash of her robe and teased it open, then slipped his hands purposefully beneath the soft fabric, sliding over her curves in rhythmic, firm strokes. Lulu emitted a low, sultry murmur into his mouth and turned her head to lick his cheek and jaw, watching him through half-closed lids, drinking in the rugged planes of his face. She even found herself liking the drooping lid of the eye sealed closed by an old scar: it softened his stern looks, and gave a flawed, human touch to the imposing hero of legend. Forgetting their playful sparring and fencing for a moment, she stroked his tumbled hair back and raised herself to kiss the ruined eye gently.

Auron had not dropped his end of the game, however. He bit down on the tempting skin of her exposed throat. She gave a sharp cry. It was a good thing her hair tumbled loose on that side during the day, to hide any marks! Distracted, Lulu dug her nails into his shoulders. Auron grunted and abruptly seized her waist. With a deft twist, he lifted her up over one thigh and onto his lap, setting her down facing away from him.

"But I can't see you," she protested.

His palms slid up the sides of her belly and fondled her breasts, thumbs lightly stroking her nipples. "I'm... right... here," he said huskily.

"Aaaaah." She set her hands over his, digging in with her fingernails. "You're trouble," she repeated. Her lips curled into a smile as the accusation triggered another smug, "Hmph." He was so charmingly predictable sometimes.

Then again, sometimes he wasn't. "Relax," he whispered gruffly at her ear. "You're always thinking. Don't think. Just feel." He squeezed her nipples hard to punctuate his words.

She flinched and gasped appreciatively, but the words made her stiffen. She had never let her guard down completely even with Chappu, and certainly not with the enigmatic swordsman whom she had known only for a short time. Always, a part of her watched, judged, gave consent or withheld it. "A lecture?" she teased, moving restlessly against his chest.

"Trust me." His voice was as gravelly as ever, but surprisingly gentle. "Sit back and feel. You can do whatever you like after I'm done... assuming you can still move."

Lulu lifted her chin with a trace of defiance. "Oh, I'll last. And I'll hold you to your word, Auron." She lowered her hands to the sides of his thighs, stroking him through his trousers, and slowly let her head drop back against his left shoulder so that she could see the side of his face.

Auron turned his chin to kiss her forehead lightly. At the same time he spread out his left hand and gathered both her breasts together, squeezing, rolling, twisting, pinching her nipples between his fingers. His other hand drifted upwards, barely touching her skin with his fingerpads as he skimmed over the outer curve of her breasts, tracing the edge of one armpit and wandering over the sensitive skin of her upper arm with whispery, circling caresses. Her skin prickled into goosebumps, and she let out a breathy sigh as he meandered over to the opposite shoulder, following the lines of her collarbones with fingertips barely brushing her skin. The contrast between his two hands-- the one firm and strong, groping her almost painfully, the other playful and tantalizing and soothing-- was electrifying.

Auron drew his right hand up over her face, stroking the fine planes of her jaw and cheekbones, covering her eyes. Again, he was demanding a subtle surrender of control on her part: she preferred to watch. Breathing heavily against the side of her neck, he nibbled her ear and thrust in his tongue. She moaned and squeezed the sides of his legs.

"Relax," he urged again in a coarse whisper. She let out a long breath and allowed herself to go limp against him, basking in the vivid sensations of his hands roving over her skin. Suddenly he twisted a nipple hard, making her bite back a cry that might well have woken the neighbors had his palm not clamped down over her mouth.

Auron lifted his hand away from her face, revealing his own crooked smile. "I'm warning you," Lulu rallied in that withering tone that usually sent Tidus scrambling for cover.

"I know." Quiet amusement softened his gruff voice. "Later." The warrior twisted around her and pressed his mouth over hers, but he would not let her tongue past his teeth. His kisses grew firmer, harder. His left hand dropped down to caress and knead her upper thighs, while the fingers of his right rained tingling, arousing caresses down her body, making her tremble when he reached the sensitive zone below her navel.

Through all of this Lulu was keenly aware that she was sitting in his lap. She could feel the muscles of his legs flexing beneath her- and what lay between them, although for the moment it lay dormant like a sleeping dragon. Ah, she wanted to feel him there! But the intoxicating devilry of his hands was keeping most of her attention delightfully preoccupied.

His left hand moved lower and shifted to the inside of her knee, then slid up her inner thigh, tracing invisible lines of fire with his fingers until his thumb lightly brushed against her sex. There he paused, touching her legs with fine feathery caresses. The pulse of his touch spread out in waves like water across her skin, and she half-expected to see ripples of silvery-blue light spreading out in circles or leaping across her skin like the flash of scattering minnows.

"Let go," he urged compellingly. "Forget it's me. Forget yourself. Just feel."

She leaned against him, half closed her eyes, and watched his fingers drumming a light rain of touches across her breasts as if his hand belonged to a complete stranger. Her body quivered and jumped under the delicious bombardment, and her breasts were beginning to heave with every breath.

Auron rubbed his face in her hair. His left hand moved inward, cupping her sex. He began darting a finger in, out, in- a maddening dance, each time drawing a little closer to the center of her need until she was whimpering softly. Abruptly he jabbed his hand deeper, impaling her on three fingers. She gave a shocked cry and arched against him. The warrior growled and began to rock her with his body. One hand skimmed across her belly, breasts, and ticklish sides, sometimes pattering light touches, sometimes pinching, squeezing. His left hand danced in and out of her sex with firm quivering strokes, brushing against the sensitive bud outside and playing over her folds. She was caged between his arms, held fast against his chest, enveloped in his embrace. Yet she had never felt more free.

Lulu's gasping breaths became soft voiced sighs as the symphony of pleasure battered her from many points. The storm building within her was screaming for release in an explosive flare of light, but she was trying to heed his words, forget who she was, simply let the pleasure carry her along. She was moaning now as his hand probed her more deeply, plunging hard and fast with a deliberate shuddering motion that stretched her inner walls. His fingers were heated and slick from her juices, making delicious noises as he moved inside her. Her wet braids and hair thrashed against her shoulders and upper back as they moved together.

Auron made no sound, although he was breathing heavily through his nose, sporadically nibbling and kissing the side of her face tilted towards him. His touch served as speech. An eloquent caress over one full breast spoke volumes.

The warmth was spreading through her body in jarring waves. Auron was picking up the tempo, attacking her nipples fiercely as his hips rocked beneath hers, driving her more forcefully onto his thrusting hand. His thumb kept jabbing and sliding against her clit, catching it in circling motions, then losing contact, as they heaved together. Lulu was no longer aware of the throaty whimpers she was making. She was awash in the triple assault of the hand inside of her diving deeper and deeper, twisting and churning; a storm of touches and caresses engulfing her upper body, dancing from one area to another like lightning rolling back and forth across the sky; and hot kisses tumbling over her cheek, her jaw, her mouth, her eyes, her ear.

Lulu cried out as the hand leaping in and out of her sex gave a particularly deep twist at the end of one thrust, curling inside of her. He did it again with the next stroke, and again, each time triggering a fierce pulse of pleasure. She was beginning to writhe and struggle against him, but the arms around her kept her from slipping off his lap. With wordless pleading she bore down to meet his strokes, flexing her thighs together and squeezing his hand. One muffled rumble escaped from him despite his attempts to remain quiet and drown her in the whirlpool of her own body.

Suddenly, Lulu wrenched free of his frenzied assault on her breasts. Her body arched and stiffened. Auron reached up to clap his right hand over her mouth as she started to keen with deep, throaty moans. She bit down hard. At the same time her body's inner furnace seemed to contract into a band of sizzling ecstasy around the fingers buried deep inside her and explode outwards. She shuddered violently, moaning into his hand. Again and again the intense spasms rippled through her.

Finally, still trembling, Lulu sagged bonelessly against his chest. His fingers continued to swim in and out, softly, more softly, more softly still, easing her down from the crashing heights.

The mage opened her eyes, wondering how long they had been shut. Apologetically, she kissed the side of his hand where she saw white tooth-marks digging in. Auron cradled her face, giving her chin another gentle caress, then began to pet the damp skin of her body, soothing and prolonging the lingering fire.

Finally he slipped out his hand, bringing it up for her to taste the tang of her own juices before licking it himself with a satisfied rumble. "How do you feel?"

"Alive..." she moaned unthinkingly. "Oh, Auron, I cannot describe..."

"You already did." He settled his arms more loosely around her. "It was beautiful to watch."