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The Artifact	By : PandaBearzh Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vanille, Noel (yes, there will be others.)

Vanille was excellent at fidgeting. It was a statement tried and true, and she was often teased for it as a child. The problem was that she appreciated life a little too much to let it slip silently by her. She was always one to be out there experiencing it! So then of course irony would have her positioned as the one stuck keeping an eye on the prisoner. So early too! Not even half an hour ago she had been sound asleep next to her lover and leader. Snow was missing, they said. He couldn’t be found, they said. Then, they were saying Snow had appeared! Yes, he had, and he had discovered a Mana Caster under the docks! Vanille giggled to herself at the thought of Snow tripping over the brunette in front of her but quickly held a stiff hand to her lips. It wouldn’t do if others heard her laughing. Snow was in serious condition, and they couldn’t figure out how to wake him up. The idea couldn’t escape her though, that perhaps Snow had fainted at the sight of the alien looking Caster in front of her. He resembled no Caster that she’d ever seen or heard of before. In fact he looked more like her and Fang than anybody else in the entire camp. Could he have been sealed in crystal too?
She approached him silently, taking a wide sidestep and closing the gap between her knees by dragging her left heel to meet her right. It left a straight line in the sandy floor, documenting her footsteps better than the boot prints left behind. Yikes! Was someone about to come in? She jumped around and faced the door quickly with a petrified guilty look on her face. She stood there for a second, the hairs prickling up on the back of her neck. She was supposed to be alone with him… Why did she keep getting the feeling like she was being watched? Well, what did it matter anyway! It wasn’t like she was doing something wrong! She sighed angrily at herself and spun back around to face him.
She was right on top of him now. So close that she could hear the soft breathing bristling from his nose. She bit her lip softly, appreciating the way his muscles were displayed for her so openly. They had tied his hands behind his back and his ankles to the chair feet so that even if he had awakened before Vanille had arrived, he wouldn’t have been able to escape so easily. Wow, it was so easy for her to imagine his skin beneath his black shirt. She released her lip and reached out for him cautiously, curious for the texture of his hair. It was black where it was wet, but in the areas that it was drying the most curious shade of coconut brown was emerging. Was it as smooth as it seemed? It was thinner than she imagined, and soft… not the consistency like those from her hometown five hundred years prior. Perhaps he wasn’t from crystal after all.
“Ah!” she peeped, grabbing for one of her beads before it made contact with his cheek. She didn’t want to wake him up! He was a curious being. She wanted to know where he came from. She wanted to see who he was, and she couldn’t do that in a crowded room of people. If she woke him up, she would have to alert everyone else in the camp that he was ready for interrogation.
Her hand quivered, not being able to still itself. Would he awaken to touch? Deliberately, Vanille allowed her hand to ease ever closer to the Caster’s cheek. Her lips felt like they were going to bleed she was biting them so hard. But she had to know, was his skin as soft as his hair? The fine hairs on the back of her hand prickled the moment they brushed his. Vanille found herself exhaling an enormous amount of air she had apparently been holding in her chest. “Silly me,” her inner voice scolded, “What else would he have felt like?” She smiled gently, appreciating the surprising warmth that radiated off of his skin. She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingertips for a moment, and leaned closer to see what consonance resonated on his face. She needed to kneel to look up at him; his head was bowed down at a sleepy angle. “Wow,” she mouthed, her eyes and spirits lifting in happy surprise, “he’s so pretty!
“What an incredible shame it would be once they interrogate you”, she mused reaching up to touch him better. Her balance wasn’t quite what she hoped it would have been, and she ended up pressing a great deal of her weight on his chest to keep from toppling headfirst into his lap. Quickly, she glanced up at him, immediately uncomfortable and fearful that she’d woken him. No, no, his eyes were still closed.
Were they? Was that a twitch? She waited.
Yes, it was a twitch. Good!
“Hmph!” she sung, pulling herself to full rigid height. She looked down at him, crossing her arms in a defensive stance. If he didn’t want to wake up to that then there was probably very little she could do to interrupt him. “Well fine,” she murmured defiantly, stealing another glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was going to come in. Coast clear! She threw himself nonchalantly over his lap, her knees taking residence behind the chair. Still, he didn’t stir. She let her fingers weave themselves into his brown locks, tugging his head up so she could look down and see his face in the light. A devilish grin spread over her face, as she began to pose fun scenarios in her head that involved this man and Snow. Something certainly could have happened, those lips looked just as plush as a woman’s and they were definitely more attractive than Serah’s ever were. She closed her eyes for a second and encouraged her daydream.
It was somewhere around midnight and the Mana Caster was walking along the ocean with the moonlight illuminating his sculpted frame. He was lost, he was thirsty, he was worried and needed to find a way home! Enter Snow. He usually volunteered for the night shift because he never trusted the shadows to dance safely when the sun was down. When they made eye contact, they both froze. The caster, knowing that he’d been caught ran into the water to try and escape….
Her heart began to race as she imagined the manly tussle the two must have had. Snow of course would very quickly get the upper hand. He would have seized this man beneath her and been captivated by those plush lips…. Her lashes parted gracefully and she turned her gaze tenderly from the ceiling down to the brunette she had tangled in her hands.
“Aaauh!” She yelped, grabbing her hands back and bouncing a centimeter away from his torso in surprise. He was looking at her! This whole time he had been awake! Her hands covered her mouth in shock. His head bowed a bit before he lifted his chin on his own accord. He parted his lips to speak, and she automatically moved her hands to his mouth instead.
“Vanille! Is everything okay?” Footsteps were approaching. She had to think fast!
“Oh--- Oh Yes! Yes! It was just a spider! A… A really big one! But I killed it! I killed it! I’m okay! Go back to your post! I’m fine!” She heard a few chuckles, but at least the footsteps were starting to depart. A sharp jolt forced her attention back to the Caster. He was trying to shake her off of his lap. “Oh noooo you don’t!” she whispered dangerously to him. “You’re not going anywhere! They’ll kill you if anyone hears you so keep quiet!” He looked at her in disbelief, but at least he stopped moving. Wow, she was impressed with herself, she was getting better at lying every day. In a world where honesty had the potential to kill you faster than a behemoth, the ability to lie wasn’t only a positive thing, it was life saving. “I’m going to move my hand. You know better not to scream…” she warned.
“Who are you?” he demanded in a low undertone, “and where am I? What do you think you’re doing? Get off of me!”
“Excuse you, prisoner,” she sneered, “but I can do anything I want to you. That’s what prisoners do. And I’ll be asking the questions here!” She stood from her perch and moved behind him, out of sight.
“Why don’t we just play 20 questions then? I’ll answer a question for you, then you one for me,” he challenged, turning his head as far behind him as he could.
“No,” Vanille responded simply, rearing behind him quickly. She jerked his head back painfully and waited for his outcry, using the opportunity to stuff a wad of cloth into his mouth before securing another into a very improvised gag.
“Mmmmmmm…. Much better….” She sighed, taking straddling her victim again and draping her elbows over his shoulders. She giggled as he tried to jostle her off of his lap again. “Silly,” she whispered luxuriously into his ear, “You can’t move your ankles right?” Her tongue gave a quick flick over the cartilage and she nipped softly so as to raise the hairs on his neck. He jerked away from her affections and looked at her with seething betrayal in his eyes. “What, you already have a girlfriend?” she grinned, “Oh, please. I do too and she hasn’t given me any sex in a week. She’s the leader of this whole army you know. If I tell her to kill you she will in an instant... Ngh, your skin is so soft….” She was speaking into the crevice of his neck now. Long since had the redhead abandoned her affections at his ear. She could feel the way his Adam’s apple danced with her lips and allowed her hands to massage their way back to his cheek. The brunette groaned in protest, but Vanille considered it halfhearted at best. “Your skin… it’s so addictive….You want to feel mine too, don’t you?”
Noel’s skin was burning. He didn’t know what was happening, but he wasn’t completely agreeable that he didn’t have any say in the matter. The weight of the young woman shifted on his lap and crawled closer and closer to his center. He could feel the adrenaline starting to rush, but was that really was it was? How ridiculous was this woman that she demanded answers that he couldn’t articulate with what she’d shoved in his mouth? It was really wet now and he found his head swimming with too many desires to sacrifice one for the other. What would be faster? To give her what she wanted or to try to convince her to do what he wanted. Which would be easier? She had such a firm grip in his head that he felt like he was being made her puppet. Could he really not break his arms free? No, he kept trying. He couldn’t shove her off, and he couldn’t call allies to his side. He was alone with his sanity in a terrible, foreign, and apparently unforgiving world.
“You do, don’t you?” she was cooing in his ear, rubbing her palms over his back-turned shoulders. “I can feel you struggling out of these ties. I recommend you stop. You might end up somewhere you don’t want to.”
“Vhhuuff?” he argued, aware of how incredibly ridiculous he sounded.
Vanille smiled wickedly, enjoying how the heat was rising to the stranger’s face so quickly. “I’ll tell you what,” she proposed, slowly retreating from his lap and holding his gaze, “you can’t touch me. That’d be cheating! But…. I will let you watch.” Softly, she raised her hands to her neck and relieved it of her top. Her emerald eyes never left Noel’s, making sure that his indigo orbs wouldn’t flee what she wanted him so badly to witness.
Noel was held captive to her gaze, falling prisoner not only in body but chemically. He wanted to look away, and he also didn’t. It had been so long since he’d seen a good pair of tight tits. Of course, being restricted the way he was at present, there would be no way blame would fall on him if he were to be discovered. Still, did he dare to look? He could see them in his peripheral vision. They were perfect. He recognized no signs of aging, no scars, no freckles. Before he realized it he was staring at the light pink buds that were jostling energetically. His head tilted to follow their motion when Vanille walked on her reproach. Then, again, her weight rested on his knees. It was an uncomfortable place for her weight to be distributed, even if it wasn’t heavy. He yearned to at least adjust her so that his ankles didn’t have to support her 80lbs. “Ahh, nono,” she scolded, slapping his bicep with the broad side of a small hunting knife. Where had that come from!? “Sit still,” she ordered, flipping the edge into a downward position. Noel’s breath caught in his throat and his tongue more fiercely fought to expunge the cloth from his mouth.
The blade descended perilously close to his groin. Vanille seemed to enjoy watching him wiggle in protest. Then, just when he feared it could descend safely no farther, she flipped the knife right side up again and sliced his shirt open from the middle. This earned a very honest sign of relief, and then another of arousal when she leaned forward and rubbed her rubies over his now revealed chest. “Not so bad,” she encouraged softly, taking one of them between her own forefingers. She loved the myriad of reactions she was evoking from the Mana Caster. Something like this scene had never happened before. It wasn’t normal that she would engage in such risky behavior, this she was well aware. But there was something about the threat of being discovered with her enemy that made her blood race in the most euphoric sort of way. She was already hard, not from the chill of the room but wholly from the scenario that she was creating. “You know,” she continued, grabbing at the other nipple with firm vacant fingers, “I was in the middle of doing something when you came to….” She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered her scenario of Snow and this nameless stranger. “I know what happened, I know how he found you, what he did to you, how he invaded you…” she trailed off, clearly loosing herself in her fantastic delusion. As far as Noel was concerned, she could have been talking about a fantastic item she purchased on sale the day before – he didn’t listen to those sorts of conversations either. His eyes watched her right hand work her sensitive buds, witnessing them awakening ever firmer and redder. A soft blush was starting to appear over her creamy skin, too. A testament to the strength of her biology.
He swallowed softly as her right hand started to crawl down her left side, down her stomach and below the depth of her skirt waist. His legs had long since gone numb from her weight, but at least they couldn’t distract him. He wondered what those fingers were doing in her skirt, if they were seeking something soft, warm, and wet. His mouth was starting to get pretty wet itself. It was difficult to swallow with the cloth in the way, but he managed with great deliberation.
How badly he wanted to enjoy her skin. It was presented to him in such an appealing manner that it would have been barbaric at him at this point to refuse it. He was a man, and damn it he could have been never more aware of it as he was at this moment. Even though he had no interest in this woman, something much more ancient that usually lay dormant in him was urging him to accept and appreciate what gift was being bestowed to him. Unsurprisingly, his loins began to stir in response to this need. A frustrated sigh escaped him when she began to jostle her hidden hand. He could feel her fingertips moving against his leg, and discovered it rising slightly higher than the other in an attempt to bring itself closer to the action. Vanille didn’t seem to mind. She was losing herself in her daydream. She was still looking directly at him, a base hunger beginning to rear from somewhere deep in her bosom.
How could he communicate what he needed without being able to speak, without being able to move? His eyes bore into hers like hellfire, urging her to do something to help his predicament for chrissake. How much longer did she think he’d be able to take of this torture? He was imagining his own dream now, and it involved him burring himself into that sassy, sadistic mouth of hers. “So demanding,” she grinned, inching forward off of his knees, “I thought you might like to see but you do want to participate, don’t you?” Immediately a searing pain shot through his calves. Ah, so his legs didn’t appreciate bearing the position for so long. “Mmmm,” her breath was warm in his ear, spreading a soft prickle down his neck. “You can’t. You can only watch.” Her teeth nipped at his flesh again as she readjusted her hand to fit her new position. It didn’t take long. Soon, she was sitting back on her haunches, skirt hiked high up above her thighs, and revealing everything to the brunette.
His predicament was inescapable, and soon he found himself succumbing to it. It was nearly magnetic: his head hung itself again and burrowed into her rack. She groaned and pressed herself towards him, welcoming the restricted touch while her fingertips worked deeply inside of her. The prisoner was very aware of her actions; she could feel him engorging beneath her with each dive into her own body.
Oh, she was close too. She could feel her insides clamoring around her fingertips. The euphoric sensation was blinding her and she knew she was perilously close from losing her control on the situation. The breath on her breasts was warm and moist, and the way her sex squeezed her own fingers was maddening. Already she could feel her juices preparing for the flush. Her heart was beating wildly, her mind was picturing a beautiful scene, and the scent of the Mana Caster was driving her absolutely blind to any consequence, any excuse, and any presence that may have joined them. The entire world could watch for what she cared at this moment. They could watch with envy and wish, just wish that they were where this stranger was now.
“Auhh!” Vanille suddenly jerked to her feet, abandoning her pleasures if only for the ability to contain them. She gazed at Noel with a flushed face, the weight of reality starting only now to bear down her as her euphoria dissipated. The brunette looked angry, surprised, but above all, hungry. For a few moments she focused on holding her inner muscles strong… She didn’t want to cum in front of him. She wanted him, for whatever feminine reason, to believe that she did have complete control, and that she was not going to allow herself to be reduced to such an animalistic level in his presence. “I bet you want me to take care of this, hm?” she inquired sweetly, massaging a palm over his painfully ignored prick. Indigo eyes softened, and he tipped his chin forwards ever so slightly. “Hmm. Well…”

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