I Belong To You

In response to ninesenshi, if you have blue balls for long enough with enough denies, it does hurt, trust me. Though I guess in the context of the story it wouldn't hurt from happening once so whatever. Also thanks for reviewing.

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Chapter 3

Erk felt a bit distressed with himself. Not particularly because he missed a tough battle with Fargus' pirates. He felt that given the circumstances of him being tied up and naked for about a half hour searching for something sharp enough to cut his ropes off and maneuvering himself to do so he was more than excused for missing the battle almost entirely. No one held his absence against him, even with them only knowing a made up reason for it. He didn't plan to tell them the real reason anyway.

Truthfully what was more distressing to him was his performance in the following battles. He noted that his magic was slightly off. Just a bit less powerful but noticeable enough for him to be bothered by it. In searching for the cause he found something even more distressing however.

The change that he could relate to his small dip in performance was none other than the change in Serra's behavior. In the battle on Fargus' pirate ship as well as the battles following on Valor Serra no longer followed him closely. She would move quickly to heal any injured army member whether Erk was following her or not. While this meant that he was no longer bothered by her attempts to converse with him, it also meant that he no longer had anyone he was protecting. Gone were the small words of encouragement at each enemy defeated. Gone was the alert as to the location of every enemy he hadn't noticed. The lack of Serra was the only thing he could think of that would cause the dip in his performance, as much as he hated to admit it.

Although that slightly distressed him, what distressed him more was what he knew would be coming next. Truthfully Erk had realized something that Serra had somehow always known about him. That being that his mind and emotions were split up separately. In his rational mind, Erk found Serra's presence to be irritating and distracting, and his emotions were kept in check through a shield of stoic sarcastic calmness. In the emotional part of his mind however, his emotions bounced around endlessly, waiting to be released in controlled bursts through magic use. It was this part of his mind that Serra had been appealing to in the past two incidents. He had to say that it had worked wonderfully, as now he knew he was very emotionally attached to Serra in the part of his mind that, while not as prominently displayed, was in fact stronger.

This distressed him, as it combined with the last words that Serra had said to him during their last incident. This meant that in order to get back in Serra's good graces he had to discard his calm exterior and show raw and unfiltered emotions to prove to her that he was ready to commit. Exactly what he was committing to he wasn't sure, but as Serra had said, she really did seem to know him better than he did. Although his rationality told him to hate thinking that way, his emotional side knew it was right. And so he knew what he had to do, whether the more dominant part of his personality liked it or not.

Unfortunately the timing of this realization wasn't particularly convenient. On Valor, after having already went through two separate battles, one on the shore of the Dread Isle and one on the way to the Dragon's Gate where his ability to use magic was cut off mysteriously the army was understandably tired and chose to camp for the night before they proceeded to the Dragon's Gate. This gave Erk the first moment of privacy since Badon. Although he only had his meek tent and the ground this time rather than his own room and a bed, it would work well enough and be private enough to masturbate.

Erk didn't masturbate often, though he had been feeling a need for a while since Badon. After having been denied his release and then having to free himself, he hadn't had enough time or felt in the mood to finish himself off before he was told of his army's victory and quickly herded onto an unfamiliar and cramped pirate ship. And so he had decided to get some relief even if it was two or three days late. This in itself went off without any problems, however the constant thoughts of Serra invading his mind as he stroked himself and his unconscious moaning of Serra's name at climax convinced him that he had some serious introspection to do. This lead to aforementioned realization as to what he needed to do.

He came to hate the timing of this realization, as even after he knew what to do, he couldn't get any private time with Serra until after two more battles on Valor, another voyage back to the mainland, and another battle in a different section of Badon. This left Erk without Serra and alone for the most part in battle, continuing to not meet his own expectations as he waited for a chance to talk to Serra alone. His chance finally came when they defeated a man named Oleg and decided to spend the night in Badon once again.

Erk had decided that because they were staying in the same inn as before, he would like to stay in the same room as before, once again alone. Though truthfully if all went well he hoped that he wouldn't end up alone all night. Although truthfully it would probably have been better to wait for another chance when both he and Serra weren't tired from a battle, he didn't know when his next chance would be. He had already waited long enough in his mind.

With the fall of their commander, it seemed that the remaining enemy forces all decided to retreat rather than stick around, which was a welcome relief to all involved. Erk himself hadn't been as deeply involved in this battle as he had been in previous ones, choosing to hang back somewhat and keep an eye on Serra so he knew where she would be following the battle's end. Because of this, he was quick to get in line as she and Priscilla were healing all the members of the army that were still somewhat injured.

Erk sat and was pleased that it was Serra from who he received small healing for the couple of light magic induced injuries he had gotten. He looked up at Serra, who seemed to be doing her best to give off a show of indifference and spoke quietly to her. “Hey Serra, can I talk to you later tonight?” he asked calmly, hoping nobody else would really take notice of him talking.

“Oh, about what?” Serra said plainly, finishing up her healing.

Erk let out a short breath, stopping himself from letting out a full sigh. “You know what about Serra.” he said, just as plainly.

There was that smile again. Erk couldn't help but smile back this time at Serra's self-assured, confidence-filled, and slightly overbearing smile. She stood up, pulling Erk up by the wrist as well. “Finish up for me, okay?” she said to Priscilla, almost as an afterthought as she started pulling Erk along. Erk almost wanted to apologize for forcing more work on Priscilla, but there were only a few people left, and Serra was pulling on him rather urgently.

Erk had more expected to have a conversation in the privacy of his room at the inn, but Serra seemed to think that going a few streets away from everyone else and turning into an unused and rather dark alley was private enough. She was probably right though, as the chances of anyone walking down the specific streets she had used to get there and happening upon them was rather low. Especially after a battle when everyone just wanted to rest at the inn.

After stopping and releasing Erk's wrist, Serra turned to him and cleared her throat lightly, then looked happily at Erk. “Go ahead then.” she said, seeming to barely contain her excitement.

“Right here?” Erk asked, casting a glance to the opening that lead to the street.

Serra leaned against one of the walls of the alley, crossed her arms across her chest, and gave Erk a slightly disapproving look. “Is that a problem?” she more demanded than asked. Erk sighed and shook his head, deciding it wasn't really up to him so it didn't matter much. Instead he decided to simply get started.

He knew it wasn't really words that Serra was interested in as much as it was actions, so he moved forward, prepared to kiss. As soon as he closed his eyes he immediately felt a hand smack his forehead lightly. “Oh no, you're starting way way too far up,” Serra chastised him with a slight chuckle. She pressed downward on his head, and though it wasn't hard enough to actually force him downward he knew what she was implying. “Try again.”

Letting himself be pushed down to his knees he wasn't particularly surprised when the pushing didn't stop even with his head now at Serra's crotch level. “Still too high,” she said quietly. It seemed that her breathing had sped up slightly. “Show me just how devoted you are to your lady.”

Erk continued downward, eventually losing Serra's hand but continuing nonetheless. As he slipped off Serra's shoes, he briefly entertained the question as to whether he actually had a foot fetish or not, but decided that the answer wasn't really that important. Even if it wasn't the feet, he was still being excited by the situation, which was good enough for him. Though he realized that his excitement wasn't important. He was doing this for Serra.

Serra shuddered lightly as she felt Erk begin to kiss her feet over and over. He moved between the two, all the while managing to avoid kissing the same spot more than once. He didn't shy away from the bottoms, he didn't shy away from the toes. “Oooh...” she cooed, “Aren't you embarrassed doing this? Isn't it too perverted to even consider? Well guess what, I want you to keep doing it, so you're going to.”

Erk continued, knowing Serra didn't want him to actually talk, just keep going and listening. He had moved up to Serra's ankles and was working his way up very slowly. He reached up the sides of her legs and began messing with her dress. There were small slits along the sides of her dress that were tied together in order to allow it to cling to her more closely. By untying those strings, Erk loosened her dress enough so that he would be able to move up along her legs unhindered.

As he ruffled her dress, pushing it away from the skin he was quickly becoming intimately acquainted with, he continued with his oral ministrations. He slowly moved from kisses to small licks, then to gradually longer and longer licks. Leaving a small coating of saliva over the smooth surface, he found that he wasn't the least bit repulsed by the lingering bits of sweat from the battle, nor did he feel the least bit embarrassed.

After Erk had disappeared beneath her dress, Serra waited with bated breath as she felt him progress up her body. She gasped and felt her face flush slightly when Erk finally reached her thighs. He was just barely below her now moistened lips, practically teasing her with his slow progression. Deciding she had had enough, Serra reached down, feeling the outline of Erk's head under her dress, and pushed his nose right into her crotch.

Erk wasn't all that surprised at Serra pushing him, but was a bit annoyed at not having the chance to remove Serra's underwear prior to her doing so. He felt the small flow of liquid that accompanied her gasp was wasted on her panties, and that it would have been much better to have fallen onto him. He calmly reached up and pulled Serra's underwear down, revealing the only vagina he had ever been so close to, the same one that he was extremely happy to be meeting with in such a context again.

Erk moved forward to begin eating Serra out, quickly losing himself in the almost overpowering smell. His drawn-out foreplay had obviously been effective given the volume of her juices. It was obvious she was getting off quite well on his submission. Erk didn't mind though, as he began licking her just as he had with her feet and legs, though this time not moving away.

Serra was panting, attempting to grasp Erk's hair despite it being under her dress. All she was successful in doing was pushing Erk deeper inside of herself, so while she wasn't exactly successful in what she planned, she still felt like a winner. She moaned loudly, not caring, or perhaps simply forgetting, that she was still outside and in a rather compromising position.

Erk went at Serra at full speed, glad to focus on nothing but bringing pleasure to his mistress. He moved up, biting her clit lightly, before moving back inside her. He moved unpredictably, never falling into a pattern, being pushed both physically and vocally on by Serra bring her further and further towards climax.

Serra's breath grew short as she felt herself reaching her peak. “Good boy... Good boy... Keep going Erk!” she called out excitedly, enjoying both his acts as well as her own dominant position to the fullest.

Erk pushed himself in fully, thrashing his tongue about wildly as Serra finally orgasmed. A quick flood of liquid greeted him, which he gladly drank, feeling what he missed dribble down onto his face. He slowed gradually, dislodging himself slowly, until he felt Serra pushing him again.

“I didn't tell... You to quit yet...” Serra said between heavy breaths. She sounded very happy with him, but was still firm enough that Erk knew there was no arguing.

Erk pushed into her with his tongue again. It's not like he even wanted to argue with his owner.

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