I Belong To You

I seem to get 2 reviews for everything that I do. Thanks to the people who did review though. I love you guys too. Anyway, I finished this one up so I figured I should upload it. Haven't really proofread the second half though. Need to go to bed. Oh well. Hopefully won't need too much editing.

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Chapter 2

Serra never seemed to let Erk be alone for very long. After her assimilation into Eliwood's forces, Priscilla found herself quite at home, and with many new companions and friends. She no longer needed Erk's protection as far as Erk could tell.

Or at least that was what he told anyone who asked him about it. Truthfully, he would have continued accompanying Priscilla on the battlefield and protecting her if it weren't for Serra. It seemed that Serra had the ear of their army's tactician somehow, as Erk and Serra always seemed to be ordered together, and always far from Priscilla. The tactician mentioned something about spreading out the army's healers but Erk had to wonder exactly how much Serra was actually helping when she was constantly pestering him both in and out of battle.

Despite that however, the liberation of Caelin went well and Eliwood's forces found themselves in Badon, searching out passage to Valor. Or at least, the leaders of the forces were doing that. The less important members of the army found themselves in the first city, and more importantly the first good inn, they had been to in quite a while.

Erk had a room to himself. Originally the plan had been for him to share a room with Lucius, as he had met the monk previously, however it seemed that Lucius had decided to room with some other male member of the army that Erk had never heard of, but had seen Priscilla talking to previously, so knew was most likely a fine enough person.

This left Erk with the time and space to finally sit down with his books and have a relaxing evening before the army would get passage to Valor. He planned to do just that in fact, so he was quite distraught when his room was intruded on without so much as a knock.

Erk truthfully didn't need to turn to the intruder to know who it was, though he would have felt it rude not to turn to the pink haired cleric and throw her a dirty look given the abruptness of her entrance. Of course he was greeted right back to that self-assured smile which quickly made him groan and regret his decision. That smile had told him that he knew what he was doing tonight, most likely something involving Serra's feet.

Ever since their previous incident at Laus, Serra always seemed to carry that same smile of almost irritating contentedness. Yet despite having it, she hadn't seemed to make a move to continue her domination of Erk. Although occasionally prodding him for the answer as to whom he belongs to, she made no physical action towards reinforcing the point. Erk had thought that perhaps she was contented with the Laus incident and that he would be allowed to block it from his mind and never speak of it again, but something about her smile told him otherwise.

He noted that despite her characteristic charge into the room, Serra had still made it a point to close and lock the door behind her before she ran and jumped directly on to Erk's bed. She landed, enjoying the plush feeling of finally having a good bed and turned herself to look at Erk, albeit upside down. She let out a happy sigh. “Isn't it good to stay in a real inn again?” she asked.

Erk shrugged lightly and went back to his books. He was sitting at the small desk that had come with the room, and by turning back to it, he couldn't see Serra. If she stopped talking he could almost pretend she wasn't there, but of course, that wasn't happening.

“So I see that you're doing exactly what anyone would be expecting you to be doing,” Serra said, sighing lightly as she stared at the back of Erk's head. “I suppose it was too much to ask for you to be doing something exciting so that I could have fun getting away from my roommate.”

“And who is your roommate that is so bad that you had to flee their presence rather than the other way around?” Erk asked, noting that he was paying attention to his unwelcome guest without actually wanting to.

“Florina,” Serra answered, once again either missing or ignoring Erk's jab at her. “Of course she's not that bad but I do get a bit irritated that she's too afraid to ask to room with Lyn but keeps talking on and on about her. You know how gay they are for each other?”

Erk turned back to look at Serra with disbelief as to how anyone could lack subtlety as completely as her. Of course his incredulous look was wasted as the girl obviously had no plans to pick up some tact any time soon. He turned back to his books once again and decided this time he would consciously ignore Serra's already somewhat one sided conversation.

Serra continued shortly after Erk didn't respond. “Well whatever, I guess this is what happens when you leave room assignment to stick-up-his-ass Marcus.” She sighed, finally getting up from Erk's bed and standing.

Erk chose not to respond once again, though he noted that something about Serra's presence was making it incredibly difficult to focus on his work. Even more so a minute later when he suddenly felt Serra leaning onto his shoulder as she stood over him.

Serra sighed in an obviously exaggerated manner into Erk's ear. “You really have no idea how to treat a fine lady such as myself,” she said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “Your lady and master comes into your room and you don't have the decency to entertain her or even pay any attention to her? My my, I think I may have to teach you a lesson today.”

Erk opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he felt something sliding up his leg. A familiar texture that made him shudder as he felt it moving slowly on his skin. He realized Serra hadn't been wearing shoes, instead wearing those stockings she had worn at Laus and was rubbing them against him once again. He grit his teeth as he felt his attention to his books completely vanish in favor of Serra's feet.

That seemed to be enough of a go ahead in Serra's book. She suddenly pushed him, knocking him over in the chair and sending him sprawling to the floor. She kicked the chair away and sat directly on top of him, catching him completely by surprise. “Well, aren't you going to thank me for deigning myself to teach you a lesson?” she demanded.

Erk said nothing, finding that the sudden weight of Serra as well as his unexpected fall had knocked the wind out of him. That was evidently the a good enough answer however, as Serra continued on quickly. “Oh right, you don't know how to answer the question because I haven't taught you that you should be entertaining me yet. Silly me.”

Erk didn't even think to start struggling until Serra had already dispensed with his shirt and moved his pants. His struggle was quickly silenced though, as his face was once again covered with Serra's feet. He came to an almost frustrating realization that he seemed to melt as the feeling of her stockings rubbing against him took prime importance in his mind. And just that quickly, Erk was naked. If he had been paying attention, he most likely would have been amazed by Serra's efficiency in removing his clothes. But then, if he had been paying full attention she most likely wouldn't have been able to remove his clothes in the first place.

Serra herself however, chose to stay clothed. She stood up from Erk, leaving only one foot on his chest. Even in her normal dress she still had the same imposing presence that she had had back in Laus. With her hands on her hips she stared down at Erk and smiled widely. “That's a really nice look for you.” she said happily, sliding her foot along and off his chest.

After getting enough of an eyeful, Serra dropped down without warning. She turned Erk over onto his front and grabbed both his arms. Even without being able to see what she was doing, Erk knew what was happening again. He opened his mouth to protest but instead ended up only groaning as Serra forced his head down against the ground. “No talking.” she said quickly and forcefully as she went to work. Erk couldn't remember seeing Serra bringing a rope into his room but he couldn't argue that she had one now, not with his arms being tied securely behind his back.

“And there you go,” Serra said as she finished tightening the ropes tightly around Erk's wrists. “First off, no talking unless I say so. Secondly, we're doing this my way, as I clearly can't trust you to know how to entertain a lady like myself. If you listen and do just what you're told though, who knows, this may end happily for the both of us.”

With that happy and yet somehow still serious proclamation, Serra moved off of Erk and allowed him to flip over and look at her. Erk's first choice in action was to give Serra an uncomfortable look, as he had suddenly found himself once again being in an uncomfortably submissive position to her. Although the look was obviously lost on her as she seemed all to pleased to see it.

As that wasn't enough, Erk moved again, this time to sit up, as well as open his mouth to protest. This was obviously the wrong action however, as Serra responded by quickly and none too lightly smacking Erk in the chest and forcing him back down. “Wrong,” she said calmly. “I didn't tell you to sit up. In fact, you're staying on your back for the duration.”

“I'm just reminding you. You belong to me. You've said it before. You've meant it before. You know it. I know it. It's time for you to prove it to both of us. To do that, you'll have to do what I say. If you do what I say, even if you think you don't want to. You'll be making both of us happy. And do you know why?” Serra leaned in closer and closer to Erk's face, speaking firmly as her smooth gloved hand softly moved over his chest. “It's because I know you. I understand you. If you really, truly give yourself to me. I'll take better care of you than you ever would. And all the proof you need of that is right... here!”

With that last word, Serra forcibly grasped Erk's cock with her other hand. Erk was ashamed to acknowledge it before, but found it impossible to continue avoiding the realization that he was in fact, harder than he could ever remember being. Serra's touch only served to make it worse as he felt himself throb slightly to the smooth, warm touch of her hand.

“So we're going to do this my way.” Serra concluded without allowing any input to the contrary. With a slow calm movement of her hand she stopped rubbing Erk's chest, instead lightly stroking his face. She gave him a look that despite everything that was ridiculous about the situation, still seemed to convey genuine warmth. Then she began stroking with her other hand.

It started slowly, with Serra's hand lazily moving up and down the shaft as she settled, laying herself halfway on top of Erk. As she traced her hand slowly over Erk's member she smiled widely to herself, listening to the slow increasing tempo of Erk's breath, enjoying the power that she had as well as the feeling of control.

“So listen to me,” she began whispering into Erk's ear as she slowly gained speed. “You're going to prove that I own you now. It may be something that you're not used to, but trust me on this, you'll like it.” As she spoke, Serra's hand seemed to move with her words, picking up on the tempo, applying pressure at the punctuation. It seemed to build the perfect rhythm that would enforce her point all the while giving pleasure.

Serra began to stroke much faster, even in her gloves feeling the wetness of Erk's precum lubricating his stiff cock. “I can feel you throbbing, you sick little boy,” she began teasing. “I bet you love that a holy woman like me is doing this to you. You perverted sicko, you want to dirty a woman of the church. You want to spray out your messy cum all over her hand. I bet you're imagining it spraying out onto my hand right now. Thinking that I want it so bad that I'll even lick it off when you're done. Well guess what. You're wrong there.”

As Serra finished she suddenly moved without warning, changing both hers and Erk's position. She quickly pulled Erk's legs up into the air, moving him so he was curled on his back, with his rigid cock looking him right in the face. She sat next to him, still masturbating him for all he was worth, only now making it apparent where he would be cumming.

“And here's where you're going to prove you'll do anything for me,” Serra said, barely containing her own excited breathing. “I want you RIGHT NOW to cum. Tell me who you belong to, and cum. Right on your face. You can eat it if you want. It may even make me happier. In fact, yes. Cum in your mouth after you say who you belong to. Do it now!” Serra was obviously feeling very horny herself as she jerked Erk's meat as fast as she could, feeling him throb in her hand as she waited for him to explode.

Erk knew that cumming at that moment would mean it landing on his face and his first instinct was to refuse. Instead of allowing an orgasm to come, as he could clearly feel one coming, he held back as hard as possible, deciding he didn't want to eat his own ejaculate. Instead he tried as hard as possible to avoid cumming, even as Serra milked his hard cock up and down, locking the two into a stalemate.

This went on for maybe thirty seconds, but that was long enough. Serra's excited breathing slowed slightly as she realized that Erk was avoiding his own release. “Oh...” she said plainly. “Fine then.” she added, moving one of her hands to Erk's rectum.

Erk jerked forward when he felt one of Serra's fingers move inside of his ass. He couldn't believe that she would do that to him and was about to protest when suddenly he jerked again. Serra had moved in a certain way. A certain way that he knew if she moved again, he wouldn't be able to hold back cumming no matter how hard he tried.

“Cum. You bastard.” Serra said angrily, moving her finger inside of Erk once again. Erk jerked again, feeling his orgasm come at him full force.

'Fine.' he decided. 'I can't hold it anymore. I'll cum on my face. I'll cum in my mouth. Whatever, I can't hold it anymore.' he looked up at Serra and began saying his line as he felt his cum practically moving out his dick. “I...” was as far as he got before there was a sudden sound of a knock on his door.

SMACK

And then, a gut wrenching pain. A familiar pain for any male, as Serra had forcibly smacked both his testicles, ending any thoughts of orgasm as he huddled even more, only this time in pain. He fell to the side as Serra stopped supporting him, instead turning her attention to the door.

“Yes?” she asked happily.

“Oh... Hello Serra, well I was looking for Erk but I need you as well. It looks like we've become part of some kind of competition in order to win passage to Valor. We're entering combat soon.” Oswin called in from behind the door.

“Oh sorry, Erk's not feeling well,” Serra said, all too truthfully. “I'll come, but I don't think he's up to it.” she said, standing up.

As she stood, Serra looked down at Erk. “You still have no idea how to entertain a lady. I hope next time we talk privately that you'll be able to give yourself to me. Since you already know that I own you, you shouldn't try to resist it. Especially when you know that it's better than anything you'd do for yourself,” she said calmly down to him as he huddled, still recovering. “When you're ready to give yourself to me, you'll know where to find me. Until then, don't expect to ever get this kind of pleasure from anything.”

And with that, Serra left the room. Leaving Erk naked, tied up, and curled into a ball on the floor of his room.

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You ever have blue balls? That shit hurts man.

Definitely going to continue this btw. Have a few chapter ideas already and a basic storyline, so look forward to more femdom at some point in the future. I guess I just like this pairing or something.