Ficlet Emblem

The gloved caress of his cheek made Vaike forget that he wasn't supposed to smile, and that indomitable grin returned to his face. It was quickly struck away by a gentle-but-firm swat from that very same hand, followed by a disapproving sigh. Snapping back to reality, he replied with a quick, “Oh, sorry! Teach got carried away and--”

Another hit, and Maribelle resigned herself to the fact that he was going to continue doing this until she just shut him up. It was fortunate, then, that her plan was to do exactly that. She was completely naked save for the glove, which she would use to nudge him with ladylike poise into behaving, straddling his chest and considering when to close the gap between her mound and his lips. When his mouth opened again, likely to issue another apology, her mind was made up for her.

Her gloved hand went over his mouth and her bare one threaded its fingers through his sandy hair. “You too readily forget our agreed-upon dynamic, dear,” she said, and despite her intentions and their lack of clothing, maintained as posh and proper a voice as she always did. She preferred a more upstanding domming than the masses tended toward, being too much a lady to be so crude even in the bedroom. “You're not to smile, but to do exactly as instructed. Do not touch yourself, do not speak out of turn, and focus only on my pleasure. You are a commoner in the service of nobility, and I expect you to conduct yourself accordingly. Is that understood?”

Against better judgement, she removed the hand from his mouth. “Yes,” he said, fighting a smile before his eyes went wide and, just as her wrist wound up for another disciplinary strike, he added a hurried, “Milady.” His observance of her rules, even if it was delayed, was enough for her to smile and let the hand fall slack, the fingers in his hair getting a little tighter as she stopped dallying.

Lifting herself up off of his chest just a little, Maribelle slid forward, her legs dragging along the floor and calves pressing into his head, squeezing the sides hard so that the oaf didn't try to turn or move away and ruin it all. She looked down at him, past her body to the sight of Vaike lying completely submissive and surprisingly still, completely at her mercy. It was such a thrill to see, and she wanted to savour it by dropping her entire weight down onto his face.

Though rather slim, she was still a fully grown woman, and she shifted her entire weight so that it focused on one point, that being where his mouth met her mound, lording her authority and superior station over him as thoroughly as possible. “Lick,” she commanded, using the grip on his head to pull his face up and make sure his mouth was as snug against her slit as possible. She didn't have to get disciplinary, the message of who was in charge apparently resounding quite clearly to the warrior as he began to lick, the closeness of her lips to his making it hard for his tongue to do much but ease its way inside of her, just as expected.

“Much better,” she purred, keeping her weight applied and remaining rather still, since getting so restless immediately said such horrible things about her posture. It allowed her to just sit, looking down at the warrior, so eager to please her and perform an important service for the noblewoman. Just because she wore his ring didn't mean that she was to suddenly become a woman any different than she always had been. It was fortunate that Vaike had been so willing to fall into the role she desired of him without complaint, even if he was having trouble understanding exactly how it worked.

Not that it mattered once she was sitting on his face, where he could smile out of turn or say something to ruin the mood entirely. Just his eager need to pleasure her, his tongue eagerly snaking up into her pussy and licking her inner walls. As expected for someone who ran his mouth constantly, his tongue was a strong muscle and surprisingly long, allowing it to go deeper and still apply a strong force with each lick. It wasn't easy for her to keep ladylike, and soon enough her hips began to rock, riding his face with an eager hope for more.

It was perfect, and not in a storybook, sappy kind of way either. All Maribelle had ever wanted was a strong, boisterous man who would lie at her feet, and there Vaike was, looking so delicious squeezed between her thighs as she ground against his face, focused on absolutely nothing but her release. For such a dominant woman, there was nothing better in all of Ylisse. The way he so dutifully licked her, tongue squirming and dragging along inside of her was simply divine, and was more than she could have asked for from a man.

She looked over her shoulder, noticing Vaike's sizable erection standing patiently, even with some pre dribbling from the tip and it looking absolutely tormented. His hands remained at his sides, although the pressure was clear by how his fingernails dug into his palm to keep himself chaste. The obedience he exhibited when she expected far less self-control made her moan, the realization enough to give her a jolt of pleasure. She would reward him once she'd had her first release for being such a loyal subject. He was a keeper.

“Servants as devoted as you are hard to come by,” she said, her decorum a little more ragged as her breath came a little harder to her and sweat beaded on her forehead. Her motions grew more frantic and far less steady, her hips not caring at all about what a proper lady would do as she simply danced upon his tongue with a deep, abiding need. She had another thought to add to that, but it suddenly eluded her as words became the least of her concerns. A sudden spike of pleasure shot up her spine and her back arched, head tossed back and her drills going every which way. Her grinding came to a dead stop as she leaned forward, all of her weight pressing down even harder onto his face as her orgasm tore through her.

She tried to be ladylike, she really did, but the way her body tingled was absolutely heavenly, and she couldn't even begin to muster up the willpower to fight it. She was loud, moaning as she trembled atop him, a quick spurt of clear fluid striking him in the cheek in what was certainly not a prim and proper orgasm. It didn't matter anymore, especially since even as she was clearly climaxing on him, he continued to lick. He didn't have to, but he did, and it made her far less hung up on whether or not she'd kept herself upstanding during her release.

He remained silent and she sat on him until she regained her breath, at which point she pulled herself up, leaning down and stroking his cheek again. “You were very good for a first-timer,” she said, and with her breath back she spoke as usual once more. “And I think you'll do well in my service.” This time, he didn't smile, and Maribelle had to fight back every urge she had to recklessly kiss him out of pure joy.