His Treasure, Her Pain

This is basically an Albel/Sophia lemon with almost no plot. Just a small hint of a story. This is my first attempt at a lemon. Please be warned that if you don’t like the couple then you might not want to read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean or its characters.


His Treasure, Her Pain


He sat perfectly still as he watched the girl sleep. It had been over two months since the last time he had seen her. Two months and it seemed like so much longer.

Before the others had left, he had tried to tell her how he felt. He cursed himself for struggling with his words. If he had spoken swifter then she might never have left. But he had stalled and that’s when he came in and took her away.

The winters in Airyglyph were harsh but the spring time was mild. Mostly the land was overtaken by rain. It would rain almost relentlessly, allowing almost no dry time for the harvest to grow. She had shown up at his door a little before midnight and soaking wet. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wasn’t going to turn her away.

Sophia had told him that she asked Woltar about him first, and was sent in the direction of the Nox mansion. Albel had tried to get her reasons from her, but she had passed out from fatigue.

He kept his eyes on her. She must have been tired to fall asleep sitting up in a chair. After he had watched her for a while, a small light of compassion settled in his gut. He lifted her carefully out of the chair and carried her upstairs. The only room in the mansion that was somewhat decent was the master bedroom. The other rooms had been long neglected.

He placed her in the center of the large bed. She stirred only slightly before letting out a sleeping sigh. He paused for a moment, not sure what to do next. He shook his head slightly to clear his bangs from his face before leaving the room to ready himself for bed.

Once he was ready, there was another problem to handle. Where was he going to sleep? The only usable bed was in the master bedroom and that was where she was. Of course, she had imposed on him. She had showed up uninvited so she should be able to deal with the consequences. He would just move her to one side and take the other. The decision was made and he set out to do just that.

First things first. He crawled to the center of the bed and lifted her just enough to move her. Sitting up he estimated that she was properly on ‘her’ side of the bed. But he knew the nights still got cold and her cloths were damp. He would need to cover her up or she would get sick.

This led to removing her shoes. It was at this point he fully realized just how wet she had gotten out in the rain. Her stockings were moist which meant her feet were moist. Well, he had already gone as far as put her in his bed and removed her shoes; the stockings wouldn’t be any worst.

Scanning her leg, he realized for the first time just how high her stockings reached. He hesitated. It really was improper to touch a female that high on the leg. She obviously carried herself as a maiden and therefore was not accustom to the touch of a man.

Wait, since when had he ever been concerned about things like that? To start, she was the one who put herself in this situation. And never before had he hesitated to touch a female. What made this so different? Why was he hesitating? Damn it, he felt like he had never done this kind of thing before!

But he hadn’t. Not to someone so… pure. Was that what drew him to her? Would he see her different if she wasn’t untouched? He almost smacked himself for letting too many thoughts swarm through his head. This wasn’t like that so it shouldn’t matter. He was merely getting her ready for bed and keeping her from getting sick. Why he even let those thoughts enter his head was beyond him.

He carefully took the top of the stocking with both hands. Before getting into the bed he had changed his claw to one without the razor sharp tips. Though his hand was still metal; he would avoid shredding his pillow to bits in the event he had a nightmare, which was almost every night.

Though there was a faint feeling that found its way to his metal fingers; the touch under his flesh fingers sent chills through him. A familiar pressure dominated a certain area of his anatomy.

This was stupid. The girl was asleep and it wasn’t like she had come to him for that. He tried his best to ignore his body as he freed her from the cloth. One down and one to go. The girl hadn’t even stirred the whole time. She was sleeping like a rock.

He reached over her first leg to get a hold of the stockings on her other leg. He was either blessed or cursed (he couldn’t decide which) because she was on his right. As he reached over, his right arm brushed against her exposed leg. He gritted his teeth together as he removed the article. Once he was done he sat back on the bed and clutched the blankets with tight fists.

He had to fight it… had to fight these urges. But he had never fought them before. If he had seen something he wanted he did what was necessary to get it. Simple. So why wasn’t this so simple?

He wanted to scream. He focused on the mental image of pushing her out of the bed, but it did nothing for his current state. He needed to just get this over with and go to sleep. He wrestled the blankets from under her and covered her up. He took one last glance at her face. Her hair was finally starting to dry.

How could she sleep through all that? That… That was torment!

He huffed and pulled the blankets over himself after extinguishing the light. Finally, the dark. Maybe that would help. Unfortunately, his eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and before he knew it he was looking straight at her. She had turned her head and though still asleep she was facing him.

Damn it all! Not again, not again. The swelling had just started to go down. Now it had returned with a vengeance. He pulled the blanket to the top of his neck and rolled over to face the other way.

He stared intensely at the wall across the room, trying to clear his mind of everything. But it didn’t work. He wiggled a bit in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. After repositioning himself several times, he finally found a compromise. He was ready to attempt to sleep.

His mind was on the edge of sleep when a soft moan caught his ears. Without thinking he turned in her direction to investigate. He was greeted by two droopy and dreary emeralds.

“A-Albel?”

“Go to sleep,” he responded harshly.

“Oh… I’m… Where am I exactly?”

“Bah.” He rolled over to put his back to her.

He felt her sit up and could only guess she was observing her surrounding. It wouldn’t take long for her to realize where she was. Then the bed shook slightly. It would seem she was now checking herself to see what she was dressed like. He almost smirked, but the subtle movements of the bed only made him harder.

“Damn it! Go. To. Sleep!”

“Oh, um… sorry but maybe I should sleep downstairs?”

He rolled over in frustration and sat up. “If you want to get sick then go right on ahead.”

She looked at him searching his face in the dark. He’d always been hard for her to read, but the dark only made it more difficult to tell. She sighed. There was no point in leaving the bed. She was tired and cold. It was warm under the covers. Besides, she’d slept in the same bed as Fayt before. This wasn’t different. As long as he stayed on his side and she stayed on her side then there should be no problem.

She nodded shyly and lay back down. “Sorry.”

He grunted as he rested back into the covers. Both of them were now staring at the ceiling. “Why did you come here?”

“I-I needed to see you. I needed to ask you if there was anything I could do here in Airyglyph.”

“Why?”

“Well, after everything that’s happened I just didn’t feel like going back to Earth. At least not for a while. Most of the planet is under construction trying to rebuild after Luther’s attacks.”

“Why Airyglyph?”

She rolled over and propped her head up. “I like it here.”

“Humph, you’re a moron.”

“Huh? But you live here. Don’t you like it?”

“This is my home.”

She sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get a straight answer from him. “Well, I still like it here, but I need to find some way to make a living. I was thinking about cooking in a restaurant, or maybe the tailor’s shop.”

“Do what you want.”

“Yeah, I’ll go look for something first thing in the morning. And this way I can be near people I know.” She smiled as she brushed the hair from her face.

“Why would you want to be near me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He matched her position, bringing his face close to hers. “Because I don’t get along with anyone.”

She giggled softly. “You’re too hard on yourself.”

He watched her lips move, but the only word he heard was the one in the middle. Suddenly he was back in his previous state. He grunted something incoherently.

“Are you okay?”

How could she ask him that with such innocence? Here they were in the same bed, their faces only inches apart and he was ready to ravish her then and there. Did she not understand the pressure he was under? The restraint he had to force on himself?

“Fine,” he mumbled through his clenched teeth. He wanted to move away from her but his body refused to comply.

She reached her hand out and touched his forehead. “You don’t feel like you’re running a fever.”

She had started to remove her hand, but before she could get it half way back to ‘her’ side, he had reached out and grabbed her wrist. She gasped softly at his touch. His metal hand was holding her loosely.

“Don’t touch me.”

She hesitated, pulling lightly to free her wrist from his grasp. “Okay, sorry.” She pulled a little more, but he wouldn’t let go. She looked at his face. “Um, Albel…”

She was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers. She leaned back to escape him, but he followed; never losing contact. Her hand followed her head to the pillow, still in his grasp. She worked her free hand to his chest and pushed him up.

He lifted his head and blinked at her. “I…” She didn’t get the chance to say what she wanted before he retook her lips with his. She pressed her own lips firmly together. She could feel his tongue seeking entrance. She was nervous and wasn’t sure what to do, but his tongue was strong and finally opened her to him.

Her tongue was shy. She did her best to avoid contact, but in the end he won. His lips allowed no air in her mouth as his tongue chased hers, teasing it relentlessly.

He broke the kiss, but not the contact. His lips traveled down her cheek and to her jaw line. As he nibbled wet kisses on her flesh, he let go of her wrist and tugged at her collar. She gasped, surprised at the chills and excitement she felt.

“A-Albel, I never…” He grunted and lifted his head. His eyes locked on hers. She knew she was blushing, but just looking into his eyes gave her a comfort she longed for. He waited, his hand never leaving her collar. She was confused. As much as she wanted him to stop, she wanted him to continue.

Was it curiosity? Was it more? Her head was spinning slightly. She pushed all thoughts away, allowing herself to get lost in the moment. She didn’t know why she was so willing, this was happening so fast and it wasn’t expected. Yet, it felt so right.

“But, it’s okay.” She kept her hand on his chest and with her other hand unclasped the buckle at her neck. His eyes watched her nimble fingers. His body ached to feel her nimbleness on him… on his sensitive member.

“You might regret this.” His voice was soothing, and not as harsh as she had remembered. She told herself she was going to lose her virginity sometime. She knew he might not love her, but she knew she loved him. In the end, her love was enough.

“I’ll be fine.”

He searched her eyes. He wanted her. He would do anything to have her, but he wasn’t going to force her. He was above such a thing. Her emerald eyes pleaded with him to continue.

A surge of energy ate at him from the inside. He wanted to be inside her right then, but he bit back his tendencies, determined to take his time. He shifted and slid his flesh hand under her head. Grabbing her hair gently, he resumed their kiss. This time she opened to him freely. As he kissed her, he lifted her up until she was in a sitting position.

He broke the kiss again and moved his mouth to her ear. He nibbled lightly on her lobe. She shivered, unsure if she was shaking from fear of the unknown or from his touch. As his mouth went to work, his fingers found the bottom of her shirt.

He broke his activities long enough to lift the garment and remove it. Underneath he found a white halter top that fit the curves of her skin. The material was white, giving him a glance of the shadowed imprint of her nipples. He started by placing a metal finger against the exposed skin of her neck. He trailed it down, through the opened buckle and stopped when he reached the center of her chest.

She drew a big breath in and trembled as his fingers fanned out and surrounded her clothed breast. He lingered only a short time before pulling at the cloth. She could tell he was having some problems with it. She lightly pushed his hand away and removed her corset. She lifted the bottom of her halter top and pulled it over her head. He mirrored her; removing his own shirt.

She let in to her first instinct and put her arms up to cover herself. He took the back of her neck in one hand and her shoulder with his other. He lowered her back down, his lips caressing her neck. He let his hand slid off her shoulder and to her arm. He pulled her arm away; allowing her other arm to follow suit. Once she was exposed, he rested himself on top of her. One breast tucked against his own flesh and the other free for fondling.

His metal hand teased her nipple; pinching it with just enough pressure to send small ripples of unexplained pleasure through her. When his fingers had had their fun, his hand covered her breast completely before trailing down her torso. He slid his hand over the fabric of her skirt to her exposed leg.

His mouth moved to claim were his hand had been. His tongue made lazy circles around her nipple before drawing as much of her as he could into his mouth. While tasting her, he allowed his metal hand to slide up her leg. He felt her tense under his touch; her legs drawing tighter together.

He worked his fingers between her legs and guided them further up. Twisting his hand between her and her undergarments, he covered her treasure and began to pet it. He allowed one finger to dip shallowly into her entrance as his hand rocked against her.

She let out a gasp. A cold chill made her tremble. Her reactions only made him want her more. He removed his hand and lifted his mouth to her ear. “Take it off.”

She did as instructed, keeping her self under the blankets from the waist down. She had been so preoccupied with her own activities; she hadn’t noticed that he had removed his own clothing. He moved back in close, allowing his body to come into full contact with her. His stiffness pressed against her thigh as he nestled his face under her chin.

He grabbed her breast forcibly. His moist tongue slid across her jaw line. “Are you dead?” he whispered.

She could barely breathe. “Huh?” she replied gasping.

“If you’re not dead then move.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Here,” he replied taking a hold of her hand. He slid her hand between them and pressed it to his bulge. She hesitated as she rubbed her fingers along his tender skin. He gasped softly. “Hold it.”

She closed her hand on him. She cringed slightly at the feel. There was no way it would fit. She was screaming in her head. It wouldn’t work. She was intrigued that something could be both soft and hard at the same time, but that didn’t ease her any. How was this going to work? She didn’t see how people did things like this. It just wasn’t possible.

Unsure of what to do she waited for further instruction. He didn’t give any but started to rock himself against her hold. She began to mimic his actions; her hand doing what his body wanted.

His free hand sought her core again. When he found her treasure, he let his finger dip back into her hiding place. She reacted by tightening her grip on him.

He grunted. Her grip sent him into a frenzy. Her soft flesh against him made him hunger more to explore her. He felt restraint leave him; his lust to merge became dominant. “You should be ready,” he said as he moved his hand away from her. He pushed her hand from him as he slid his body over her.

He wedged his knees between her tightly closed legs, forcing them to part. He lowered himself on her. His manhood pressed against her abdomen. He moved himself down until he was able to take her lips again. He kissed her roughly, pressing her head deep into the pillow. His flesh hand traveled to search the point of contact.

Nature was on his side when he submerged his finger. Her body had reacted and provided the lubrication required. He pulled his finger to her outer section, parting her second set of lips. He spread her juice, making circles around her pearl.

She moaned involuntarily into his mouth. He quickened the circles; applying more pressure. His tongue teased her mouth as his finger teased the sensitive area surrounding her depth. She trembled at the new sensation his fingers caused her. Soft hesitant moans escaped her.

He stopped his kissing. He shifted up and buried his face into her hair. His breaths came out sharp and quick as he guided himself closer. He replaced his finger with his head; rubbing himself against her outer casing. He held his breath, allowing his tip to find her entrance. “This may hurt.”

There was no ‘may’ about it and she knew it. She had already felt his size and still could not imagine it in her. She bit her bottom lip and buried her face into his collar bone. She felt him enter her, violating her. She wanted to stop, but it was too late and she had carried it on too far. There was no turning back now.

His flesh hand grabbed her buttocks as his metal hand reset on top of her head. As he entered, he pushed on her head – pulling himself up and into her. He started slowly. He felt her tense as her hands found his back. As he moved, she dug her nails into his flesh. The small pain of her scratching caused him to lose control. He had made it half way before his body took over – forcing him to submerge his entire length into her.

She whimpered, but didn’t move. He pulled half way out surprised at her tightness. He had known she was untouched. He had expected her to be snug, but she was nearly impenetrable. He entered again. Her inner walls clinging to him.

She suppressed her cries. Her tears escaped her as she held tightly to him. She didn’t want him to move. She wanted some time to adjust to the discomfort. But he wasn’t compliant. He set into a rhythm. It started slow. She could hear his grunts and sharp breath just above her ear.

Her knees drew up and pressed him from both sides. In turn he quickened his pace. Her pain was his pleasure. Unable to stop, he continued his thrusts. Each time he pulled out, she felt a small relief just to have him enter her again with more force. She felt herself bruising.

He couldn’t stop. He was close – so close. In a final attempt to obtain his objective, he slammed himself harder. She cried out; unable to hold it any longer. Her cries only fueled his fire. He continued his hard thrusts until he couldn’t hold it any longer. He let himself go, emptying himself into her. He pressed himself against her. She could feel him throbbing. She knew it was almost over.

As much as it hurt, she waited. The feeling of him against her calmed her some. He kept his face buried in her hair as he gained his breath. After a few minutes, he parted from her and plopped on his back beside her. His sudden absence made her cold. She turned to rest against him, her head on his chest.

He pulled the blanket over them before resting his arm around her shoulders.

“Will you go to sleep now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” she answered in a soft whisper. She had a lot to do tomorrow and needed the sleep. She had to find a job.

“When you go out tomorrow, stop by the shop. Pick up a bundle of vitiate herbs. Take one and it will ensure that there are no surprises as a consequence.”

It took her a while to understand him. Surprises? What could he be talking… oh, that kind of surprise. She hadn’t thought of a pregnancy. But he had said to get a bundle and take only one. Did that mean she would need the others?

She wasn’t sure she wanted to go through that again; but she had been told that the pain wouldn’t always be there. She was even told that a girl could come to enjoy it.

“Can do.” She nestled her head against his skin and listened to his heart beat. It had slowed down and was luring her to sleep. She felt safe and comfortable against him. Her nakedness no longer bothered her. She wanted to stay close to him.

Whether or not he felt the same way, she didn’t know. All she could do now was wait and see what happened tomorrow. She closed her eyes and let sleep claim her. At least for tonight, she wouldn’t be alone.