Twisted Understanding

TITLE: Twisted Understanding
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ar tonelico 2: Melody of Metafalica or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Luca/Cloche
NOTE: This short fic was brought to you by Cloche's Cosmosphere lvl 6, Luca's Cosmosphere lvl 5 and EXEC_SPHILIA/..


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Luca closed the front door behind her with a sigh of relief. It was the end of another long day. OK, true, for the most part it had been a pretty fun day, but that hadn't made it any shorter. She'd had a lot of customers today - maybe a few too many. She felt drained and empty, as though the people she'd allowed inside had taken a few tiny bits and pieces of her mind with them when they left.

Oh well. At least she was home again.

"Leyka, I'm back," she called.

The house remained quiet. Strange. Sure, it was possible that Cloche was back late as well, but it sounded pretty unlikely. As far as she could tell there were no national emergencies or anything. Maybe a few I.P.D.s of her 'fanclub' had got a hold of her again and... delayed her. She really needed to talk to her about them one of these days.

"Leyka?" Luca called as she slowly trudged up the stairs. "Cloche?" she tried.

There was still no response and it was only when Luca opened the door to their bedroom that she knew why.

Lady Cloche Leythal Pastalia, Maiden of Aqua, Ruler of Metafalica, sat silently on the edge of the bed, bound in leather and chains. Her legs were tied together by her own harness and metal covered her eyes.

Luca clapped her hands together and giggled. "Oh, Lady Cloche, you shouldn't have," she said, her voice filling with excitement.

Cloche turned her blindfolded eyes towards her. "Mistress," she greeted in a quiet monotone.

Luca giggled again and walked into the room, the emptiness inside her filling up with horny warmth with every step she took. She'd wanted to take a bath to recover from her busy day, but this was so much better.

When she was about halfway to the bed, Luca briefly closed her eyes and sang. Her whole body lit up for a brief moment, the light reflecting eerily off of Cloche's metal blindfold. When it faded, Luca, too, was dressed in leather. But whereas Cloche was restrained by her clothes, Luca's were skimpy and free and where Cloche had been made blind by her own clothes, the only thing different about Luca's face was that it was now crowned by a black and purple cap that looked very much like it should've been worn by the kind of morale officer who shoots his own troops to prevent desertion or possibly by a member of a more sadistic kind of secret service.

"My pretty little pet," Luca crooned as she straddled Cloche's motionless body. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I thought I might help you relax after a long day."

Luca smiled. It was so true. The more people she'd had crowding the upper level of her mind during the day, the more she enjoyed having Cloche as her pet during the night. However, there was one other thing that was also true.

"And what moved you to dress up for me like this?" she asked, slowly stroking Cloche's long, blonde ponytail. "Normally I have to... take the initiative."

"I know you enjoy this," Cloche replied. "So I did it for you."

"Mmm," said Luca, still stroking the girl's ponytail. "And that's all, is it? It's all for me?"

"Of course, Mistress," Cloche replied meekly.

Luca smiled, grabbed Cloche's ponytail tightly and forced her head back.

"You really shouldn't lie to me, my little pet," she said sweetly. "I'm not in the mood to punish you right now."

"It's all for you, Mistress," Cloche panted. "I'm... for you."

"Oh, I know that," Luca purred. "You're my precious little pet, after all. But are you really going to insist that this isn't just a little bit for yourself as well?"

Cloche swallowed uncomfortably, a blush spreading across her face. Luca knew what was going on inside her head, probably even better than she did. Cloche... well, OK, part of Cloche was deeply masochistic, but her pride and position wouldn't allow her to embrace it. She'd gone as far as trying to destroy that part of herself, but, nevertheless, Victim Pain had endured. A few bars of Hymnos and Cloche had bound herself in leather.

So here she was, a masochist fighting against her own masochism. Part of Luca rather enjoyed seeing the inner struggle, but, then again, part of Luca was a sadist. And, contrary to Cloche, whenever she dressed in Assault Pain she felt absolutely no need to fight against her own sadism.

"I..." Cloche began. "I hope to please you."

"I'm not going to get a different answer out of you, am I?" Luca said. "Oh, fine then."

Luca kissed her. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was raw and hungry, her lips all but crushing Cloche's, her tongue forcing its way into her willing mouth. She'd spent the entire day being meek and cheerful and gentle and happy for other people and now she took all it out on her devoted, if lying, pet. She would've growled if she could have and she ground her body against her that of her almost motionless companion. She enjoyed the friction, she enjoyed the heat and she especially enjoyed the way Cloche simply let her do whatever she wanted.

When she withdrew, Cloche was blushing and panting slightly. Luca wasn't. She'd only just begun, after all.

Luca got to her feet, grabbed Cloche by the back of her head and dragged her onto her knees on the floor. Luca looked down at her and licked her lips. She was so beautiful. So obedient, so helpless, so submissive, so willing. And it was all hers. It was a wonderful feeling and Luca let it flow through her, warming her body with its delightful depravity.

Luca took hold of Cloche's chin and raised her head so that the girl's unseeing eyes were looking at her.

"Sing for me," she commanded.

"Which song would my Mistress like?" Cloche asked.

"Oh, you know the one," Luca replied. "The one you crafted just for me. The one coming from the depths of your slutty little soul."

"Of course, Mistress," Cloche replied, her monotone voice subtly tinged with excitement.

Luca smiled and stood back, allowing her kneeling pet all the room she needed. Cloche began to sing, her voice soft and hesitant. It was a good song and Luca always thought it a bit of a shame that it couldn't be sung in public. Still... it was very well suited for private functions. It wasn't long before Luca could feel its effects. Cloche's raw desire filled her, pure and sinful and uncertain. Then her pet's voice grew louder, becoming more certain with every line and Luca felt it inside of her. As Cloche's song reached its crescendo, the uncertainty evaporated, the sinfulness vanished and all that remained was the celebrated purity of her desire.

Luca gasped when she felt the song's real effect taking hold. Cloche's emotions swirled inside her chest, then travelled down, where they... reformed her. Luca felt her new cock beginning to grow. Within moments it was beginning to feel constrained and Luca quickly undid her belt. She looked down to see her now freed member still forming, a soft white light slowly taking shape, shaped and formed by the emotions fueling Cloche's continuing song. At length, the light faded, as did Cloche's voice and Luca was left with a real, flesh-and-blood dick. She took her erection in her gloved hand and marvelled at its heat. It was gorgeous. It was thick and rigid and just perfect for, say, fucking a secretly submissive blonde.

"Well done," Luca said gleefully. "Now, let's see what else you can do with your mouth, hmm? Get over here."

Cloche awkwardly siddled over to her, coming to rest right in front her, her lips a mere tantalisingly few inches away from her new cock. Not for the first time, Luca wondered if Cloche's metal blindfold really blinded her or merely seemed to. Not that it mattered.

"Well?" Luca demanded. "Please your Mistress."

Cloche wordlessly reached up with her right hand and closed her fingers around Luca's shaft. Luca breathed out slowly when her pet started moving her hand up and down the length of her member and her chest filled with choking arousal. Cloche stroked her at a slow, steady and predictable pace, stimulating her enough to seriously arouse her, but not nearly enough to really pleasure. If she'd been dressed differently, Luca would've suspected Cloche of simply toying with her, but whenever she was dressed in Victim Pain she always took pleasuring her very seriously.

Luca wasn't surprised, then, when Cloche leaned in circled the purple head of her cock with the tip of her tongue. She hissed softly as her pet set to work licking her member. Cloche lapped her way up and down her shaft, leaving it glistening with her saliva and sending a lance of lustful fire through her body with every delicate kiss. Luca found herself growling as her growing pleasure mixed with a growing frustration. Cloche was definitely skilled with her tongue, but she was also deciding where and how to bestow her attention to her cock. Her pet held a measure of control Luca didn't want her to have, but it was just that control that gave her so much pleasure.

Perhaps sensing her mood, Cloche let her lips close around Luca's purple head and took her into her mouth. Luca moaned when she felt the wet warmth around her cock and for a moment her annoyance faded. That moment only lengthened when her pet began sucking her off in earnest, her head eagerly bobbing up and down. Luca found herself beginning to tremble as the pleasure took hold of her body. Moans spilled unheeded from her lips as Cloche's nimble tongue played all around her shaft and made the lustful fire within her burn brightly.

Luca gasped a few times in a conscious effort to stop from moaning, smiled and looked down at her devoted pet with lust-filled eyes. Oblivious, Cloche continued pleasuring her, her lips sliding up and down the front half of her glistening shaft. Still smiling, Luca reached out with a quietly trembling hand and softly petted the kneeling girl's blonde hair. Then she tightened her grip and forced the full length of her dick into her throat.

Cloche gagged at the sudden intrusion, incidentally sending a delightful little shiver of pleasure up Luca's spine. Her smile turning more predatory by the second, Luca began thrusting faster and faster until it could no longer be said that her pet sucked her off, but that instead she was fucking her helpless mouth. Holding Cloche's head as still as she could she repeatedly forced her cock into her mouth and down her throat. To her credit, Cloche didn't gag any more, deepthroating her with ease and not even trying to let her tongue come into play again, instead letting it meekly rub the underside of Luca's thrusting member.

Luca snarled, pleasure rapidly building up inside her body. When her willing pet pleasured her, the build-up was gradual, almost calm, even if she was enthusiastically sucking her off. But when she took matters into her own hands and fucked her precious little masochist, the pleasure practically exploded inside of her, quickly filling her with its volcanic heat from head to toe. It just didn't seem fair, somehow. She would've thought that being able to metaphorically lie back and enjoy someone else's work would be more stimulating than doing all the work herself. But of course, this wasn't about who stimulated who, because it was always Cloche who stimulated her. This was about control. Whenever she was in this kind of mood nobody was allowed to have any kind of say over her or her body. So as she was basically fucking Cloche's mouth, her pleasure only intensified because her blindfolded pet was utterly unable to contribute anything to it other than, of course, providing her willing body for her to use.

Moaning, Luca's thrusting slowed as she felt her orgasm beginning to approach. She quickly forced herself on top of the lurking climax just long enough to push the full length of her dick into Cloche's mouth one more time before letting go. She leaned forward and growled when she came, her seed spilling into Cloche's hungrily swallowing throat, her body soaring into blissful heights.

Once her orgasm passed, Luca slowly pulled her cock out of Cloche's mouth, a thin string of semen and saliva briefly connecting her tip to the blonde's lips. Cloche coughed a few times, spilling some of the seed she'd failed to swallow onto the floor. The moment she had her breath back, however, she leaned down and dutifully lapped Luca's spilled seed off the floor. Luca smiled at the sight and felt her still erect member twitch, eager to fuck her pet to a second climax.

Unfortunately, there was some other business to take care of first.

Luca walked to the bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs.

"I think it's about time you started dinner, don't you think?" she said.

Cloche turned her head towards her. "I suppose you're right," she said and began to sing.

"Stop," Luca said before the blonde had managed more than two words. "You're going to cook just as you are."

Even though it was impossible to see Cloche's eyes behind the metal, Luca nevertheless felt she knew what kind of look she gave.

"E- Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Luca said, smiling. "You're my pet until I free you. And I haven't."

Cloche's mouth opened and Luca knew the argument that was coming. No doubt Cloche would tell her that she would only wear the Victim Pain outfit in the bedroom for their private time and never anywhere else in the house, let alone in public. Then again, Cloche had also always said that she would only wear it if Luca asked her to first.

"Or," Luca continued before Cloche could get a word in, "you could tell me if you're really wearing that just for me and me alone."

Cloche closed her mouth again and remained quiet for at least a minute. Then she awkwardly got to her feet.

"Dinner will be ready in about half an hour, Mistress," she said.

"Good girl," Luca purred. She uncrossed her legs and presented her sticky cock for the blindfolded but almost certainly still seeing girl. "And, you know what, the more I like dinner, the harder I'll fuck you tonight. How's that?"

Cloche bowed. "That's very generous of you, Mistress."

"Good," said Luca. "Now get to it."

"Mistress."

Luca smiled and leaned back onto the bed.

It had been another long day. And she felt full of energy.