Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resurrection II: Cloister of Trials ❯ Chamber of the Fayth ( Chapter 5 )

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

By: helluin

Still lost in the storm-surge of Auron's mouth, Lulu slid her hands down the back of his neck and behind his shoulders, massaging the taut muscles from below. Don't ignite the bed, she reminded herself giddily. Smiling, she dragged herself away from his burning kisses with some reluctance, coming up for air with an appreciative murmur.Her firm fingers kneaded a track around his body, coming up on either side of his ribcage until her palms were resting lightly on his chest, drifting in lazy circles. The wary look in the swordsman's eye hinted that he had a good idea what she was planning next.

Lulu inhaled deeply, drinking in the man's leather-and-iron scent. Her hands came to a stop, barely touching him. She breathed out. Shining in the lamplight, a fine patina of frost spilled out from under her hands in minute branching veins like an expanding snowflake, spreading out across his chest.Theglittering filaments melted away almost instantly against his heated skin. Auron's body quivered like a plucked harpstring, and his lips parted in a silent sigh. Oh, she wished she could kiss him, but the distraction would surely break her focus!Smiling down at him, the mage cupped her hands slightly while maintaining contact with her fingertips, and began to tease him again with slow, circling caresses. Ten paper-thin ribbons of ice skated across his bare chest, quickly dissolving into wet streaks.The mage danced above him, moving in time to the swirling flourishes of her hands, occasionally dipping her head to kiss, lick, bite or blow on his damp skin. Goosebumps prickled under her gentle handling.

By Yevon, he was beautiful.

Auron moved with her, rolling and twisting slightly from side to side, feet digging restlessly into the bedsheets. Turning, the sorceress reached down to paint a thin line of frost up from his instep, around his calf and knee, along the long muscle of his thigh, skirting his groin before passing over his stomach, punctuating the end of the journey with a twist of one nipple. Auron's stomach muscles clenched as she sailed over them. Returning to his upper chest and arms to ply her delicate art, she found herself drawn into his compelling gaze. There was a fierce glint in his eye, yet apart from the occasional grimace, his features were still held under tight control. Lulu found herself holding a mute conversation with him, enjoying the feint and parry of his defiant gaze egging her on, or his eyes squeezing shut when she drew another charged wave of sensation from his overtaxed frame.

The surface of his skin was beginning to cool. Adjusting her fingers slightly, Lulu pressed her lips together in concentration and brought other energies to bear. Suddenly her fingertips were leaving faint trails of orange sparks, her nails glowing like hot coals. Auron exhaled so explosively that she might have disqualified him, had she been inclined to apply her rules strictly. Continuing the delicate torment, Lulu took care to keep her hands moving fast enough not to sear or burn him, only leave behind invisible caresses of vibrant heat.fingers left tiny trails of steam whenever they skimmed through the water that puddled in the hollows of his flesh.

Gradually she began to alternate elements, chasing fire after ice, ice after fire, teasing and worshiping his body in equal measure. Sometimes she gave both of them a brief respite by abstaining from magic and reverting to more ordinary caresses. Slowly, inexorably, she glided closer to his erection, which had relaxed only slightly during her soothing ministrations of his upper body. Auron's panting breaths deepened, and he was watching her now with the slightest hint of apprehension."Shhh," she said soothingly. "Relax." She made no promises, for it might be an insult to his pride if she hinted that he was afraid, but Lulu had no intention of truly hurting him. At the last second, the sparks jumping off her fingernails changed to glittering frozen beads like sleet, catching in the dark hair around his erection. Then she drew one chilled fingertip slowly from base to tip. The swordsman's mouth fell open silently, throat muscles straining to check any sound. Lulu twisted around beside him and kissed the head with utmost gentleness before stroking back down his shaft with a line of muted warmth.There was a faint clank above her, probably the sound of the sword-hilt bumping against the bedframe.

At last!

It seemed like hours since Auron had first stripped and offered this mouthwatering temptation before her eyes. With a faint moan, the sorceress wrapped her hand loosely around his erection and caressed it almost tenderly- almost. Every few strokes she applied a splash of heat or cold, varying her technique at random so that Auron never knew whether he was about to battle fire or frost between this moment and the next. Finally, breathing deeply, she lowered her head and took him tenderly between her lips. Again, she heard his breathing catch and break off as he ground his teeth together. His hips bucked fiercely, driving deeper into her mouth. Lulu lapped and sucked greedily, sorry now that she had pushed him so hard earlier, for it meant that she would not have long to savor this.

Her hand was moving faster. Beneath the thin layer of damp silky flesh he was like marble, and Lulu guessed that pride alone must be keeping him quiet. Enough. Lulu sank down onto his cock for one final taste, dragging her teeth lightly as she pulled away. Then she climbed over him and gathered him tenderly into her arms. He was breathing in great gulps, but there was a crazed triumph in his eye that made her want to whoop with laughter and joy for the sheer gall of the man in letting her do this to him. She had tried his patience enough, however, and would not add laughter to other indignities. Instead, she rubbed her face against his cheek. She was shocked to find it was damp with tears.

"Congratulations, Guardian," she whispered, planting a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I do not think Spira has ever seen such a heroic effort."

Twisting his hands vaguely against their bonds, Sir Auron seemed to have lost the power of speech. Instead he let out a long, growling rumble, like the sound of an approaching off-shore wave building as it crashed over reefs.

Reflecting that she might be safer if she left him bound for the duration, Lulu stretched gracefully over him, reaching up to untie the sash that held Auron bound to the head of the bed. Another guttural sound broke free of his chest as her knee brushed against his erection. The sash came loose. Incredibly, although he was now staring at her with predatory intensity, the warrior turned away from her immediately to pull the sword free of the mattress and set it carefully on the floor beside the bed. Then he twisted around to grab her by the waist in a bruising grip.

Lulu laughed breathlessly, in spite of herself. "Oh, Auron."an old soldier to remember his sword even in the clutches of passion! She felt a thrill of fear as well, observing a spark of madness in his gaze, reminding her of what the Unsent sooner or later might become. But her voice held steady. "The Chamber of the Fayth awaits. Enter."

Auron rolled her swiftly beneath him. The mage had no time to catch her breath. With an economy of movement he thrust into her so fiercely that it felt like losing her virginity all over again. She cried out, beads of perspiration springing up across her skin.

Their first lusty coupling outside Bevelle had reached a feverish crescendo, but Lulu presently discovered that Auron had been holding back that night. Now the legendary warrior unleashed himself into her with the same fury he usually reserved for the height of battle. She could barely breathe as he slammed into her again and again, holding her shoulders down to keep her from creeping up the bed. She had no voice to beg him to stop; all she could do was cling to him powerlessly while he battered her. His cold face was a stranger's mask as surely as when he girded himself behind cowl and dark lenses; she might just as well have bedded Ifrit. Her body rocked with every thrust. They had been careful earlier, but her choked cries were surely audible through the walls.

Incredibly, however, a spreading euphoria was creeping through her limbs. His pounding thrusts were too deep, striking her painfully, yet the ache fell through and past her as if it belonged to some other body. The sorceress was swimming in thunder, drunk in the raw, tangible reality of his body's power and strength. She could feel the exquisite texture of his shaft sliding in and out of her, slick with her arousal, burning with his own. He stretched her, filled her, hurt her, but the miraculous sensation of Auron, Sir Auron, buried inside her body made ordinary reality seem as insubstantial as dreams.

Lulu wanted more. Gods, she wanted more, even while she clawed feebly at his upper arms and struggled to breathe. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and flung up her hips to meet him. Even now she was dimly aware of that profound energy that rippled through his body's shell, knitting sinew to bone to weathered skin, and it felt as if the sweat and moisture cleaving their flesh together was pouring that power into her.Her body was singing with it, and Lulu felt every rasp of his flesh against her naked skin like a stab of Holy light from a Summoner's staff. She was impaled, transfixed, while Sir Auron moved through her like a sandstorm.

Watching him in a trance, Lulu saw the moment when his wild features relaxed and went still, a sudden profound calm coming over him like the silence of a distant flash of lightning. Then the thunder came. He shuddered into her again and again, grunts coming in hot, raspy bursts behind his teeth. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and held on, trembling, heart pounding as he spent himself in her heated flesh. Lulu felt herself growing dizzy. Even when his movements began to slow, he continued to rock against her with a deep, primal beat, his hot breath puffing against her forehead. At last, the bed began to spin, and then the whole room, and her vision blurred and constricted until the only thing left was the faint flickering flame of a wick floating somewhere high above her in glittering darkness- then the world fell out beneath her with a high keening moan, and she lay drowned in a lake of pleasure where she had no name.

Awareness came back slowly. The warrior's painful grip on her shoulders began to relax. The weight of his chest was still crushing her into the bed, and Lulu felt his hot breath rasping against her cheek. She stirred weakly and found his face beside hers, turned towards her where he had collapsed across her into the pillow.The madness seemed to have left him. Enigmatic Sir Auron was back, as steady as ever, his expression hooded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was not quite himself, of course: his hair was disheveled and wild, and sweat was dripping in his eyes. But his gravelly, unhurried voice was exactly the same.

"Be careful what you Summon," he muttered drily.

The sorceress tried to laugh but had no breath for it. She pushed her knuckles against his chest in a mute plea. Carefully he extricated himself and rolled onto his side, hitting the wall with an emphatic thump, since there was nowhere for him to go. Lulu sighed out in disappointment. She was raw and sore, yet she had still been basking in the strange mystery of their bodies joined together.

"Next time," he said gruffly, as if reading her mind.

A bubble of laughter burst out, and Lulu hugged him weakly. "You'd permit me a next time, after that?"

His expression was ragged, weary, but thoroughly sated. "Did you hear me complain?"

She giggled briefly, but the deep, profound sense of benison still lapping them soon restored her to her usual solemnity. "I suppose not."

Auron smiled, reached out with a casual swipe, and rolled her against him. There was little room to spare, but she was probably in no danger of tumbling out of bed if they both lay on their sides. Drawing her close, the swordsman covered her mouth with a warm, slow, sensual kiss that lasted for several minutes. Lulu found herself relaxing in spite herself, andeyelids began to sink shut.

"Are... will you stay?" she asked drowsily.

"If you can sleep like this?"

She cuddled closer, burying her face against his neck. "I think I could even fly."

"Hmph," he said, making her smile again. Taking in the sweep of her pale figure curled against him, Auron dislodged her enough to reach down and disentangle the sheets and blankets from their legs. Mage or no, she could not keep them warm all night. He arranged the covers over her with subtle thoughtfulness.

As Lulu drifted off, she found three words on the tip of her tongue that jerked her back to consciousness when she opened her mouth to speak. She frowned at herself. Dazed by sleep, she must have forgotten for a moment that the solidly male specimen holding her in his arms was no dear friend.

Auron had noticed the catch in her breathing. "Hm?"

The sorceress shook her head. "Nothing. Goodnight. Dream well, Auron, if you ever sleep."

Closing her eyes again, Lulu was careful to amend the stray thought into a phrase that made more sense, at least to her waking mind.

I loved you, Chappu.