Academia V [MF] [Bondage] [Tired Sex] [Overstimulation] [Loving]

This is a bit of a filler chapter, a bit slow paced for a change because continuity demands it. That and because I’ve been busy defending my plot on r/place this weekend.

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It had been several days since the end of their deal. Muriel had spent a couple of those nights beneath silk sheets and wrapped in Elliott’s arms. They had grown accustomed to each other’s company. Elliott began to associate Muriel with the nostalgic scent of an opera house lost to time, with subtle hints of bergamot, jasmine, and rose. Muriel could always sense tinges of sandalwood and spritzes of citrus lingering around Elliott’s body. Within a matter of days, she felt like she knew her way through each curl of his body, and he felt like he knew exactly where the seams of her being were stitched.

Elliott wondered what his family would think if they found out he had dropped the feud with Muriel personally. It began to occur to him that for a long time, his sole purpose in life was to facilitate the downfall of the D’hivernalles family. Now, with his and Muriel’s rivalry ended and the Lady D’hivernalles herself occasionally joining him in his sheets, he wasn’t entirely sure what his purpose was… but he did have a good idea of it.

He lay alone on his bed, awake under silver moonlight in the dead of the night. He wasn’t sure why he was awake two hours before dawn. Perhaps it was the fact that Muriel’s body wasn’t next to him. The comforting warmth of her body and the faint beats of her heart could usually lull him into a blissful sleep when she was with him. Tonight was restless, sleepless, and Muriel-less. The only thing that filled the void she left was an insatiable yearning for her.

He flung himself out of the red silk comforter and stepped onto the Persian rug at his bedside, grabbing his robe from his coat rack and heading straight for his balcony. He pushed the doors open, taking in the autumn breeze on his uncovered chest. He leaned over the railing to look around for patrolling guards and gauge the easiest path towards the pear tree near Muriel’s room, then walked back inside to retrieve a few key items.

He stepped back towards the railing, hopping over the gilded balustrade and landing on the next level’s roof. It only took a few large strides for him to reach the corner where the willow tree grew. He wrapped around the edges of the building until he could make out the distinctive shape of the pear tree, then headed directly for the balcony of Muriel’s room.

He gently opened the doors, surprised to find them unlocked. He carefully stepped inside, recalling that the wood near the balcony was prone to creaking more than the rest of the room. He took a moment to look at Muriel in her bed – her nightgown was discarded on the floor, and her comforter was only partially covering her. Elliott admired the way the moonlight traced her body, framing every inch of it in an ethereal silver glow that made her seem truly divine. He found himself walking to the foot of the bed almost as if by instinct, the shadow he cast reaching the headboard. *How oddly fitting.*

Muriel awoke to the earliest rays of the half-dawn gracing her cheek. She groggily opened her eyes, readying herself to step out and get ready for the day, panicking when she found her arms and legs tied to each bedpost. She looked at the foot of the bed, instantly recognizing the figure perched in her chair that greeted her.

“Well, look who’s finally awake. *Bon matin, mon amour.”* Elliott said, standing up. He sounded tired. Muriel watched his silhouette approach her, pulling from the pocket of his robe a leather riding crop and trailing it along her body from her ankles to her breasts. He leaned over her, tilting her head up with the crop and gazing into her eyes. “Now, I hope you don’t mind me waking you up like this… I know it’s a little unorthodox and I’m not normally so intrusive, but I *really* can’t resist when it comes to you.”

“Peh! Intrusive? You? *Please.”* Muriel examined the fabric that bound her wrists and ankles, noticing it was shreds of her blouse from the first night. She looked back into Elliott’s eyes, noticing the dark circles that had formed underneath them due to his lack of sleep. “Besides, I’m only letting you do this because it’s you.”

“Oh! You’re *allowing* me to do this?” Elliott exclaimed, rather amused. Though, he didn’t doubt her ability to get out if she really wanted to. Small as she was, she was quite capable. He climbed onto Muriel, lightly tracing her cheek with the crop. “Damn, I guess I am really privileged.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Muriel began, her lips curled into a playful smile. She quickly snatched the crop with her teeth and flung it across the room, looking back at Elliott’s awestruck and somewhat entertained expression. “I’d consider myself quite privileged to be underneath you too.”

“Heh, do you really, now? That’s good,” Elliott said, running his fingers through her auburn waves and pulling her into a brief kiss. He brushed his cheek against hers and whispered, *”Because that’s all you’re going to be today.”*

He slipped his robe from his shoulders, revealing his nude body beneath. He discarded it at the foot of the bed, turning his attention to the divine D’hivernalles on the bed. Muriel locked eyes with him as he straddled her, perched just above her thighs. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, making the charged emotions behind it as obvious as he could. Muriel could only return the gesture, her furrowed brows easing when she felt Elliott’s hand wander across her cheek and through her hair. No matter how many times they shared a kiss, it was always a magical feeling between them.

He pulled away from her, sitting up and running through a quick morning stretch with his arms above his head before pinning Muriel’s shoulders down. Muriel painted the image of Elliott’s flexed biceps into her mind. He was a beautifully carved fellow with looks that books would take pages to tell, and she wanted to read every word.

She felt his legs shift, her thighs tingling when she felt him hovering at her entrance. She was completely spread open for easy access, and in a matter of seconds she felt the entirety of Elliott’s length disappear into her. She’d forgotten how being bound to the bed meant she couldn’t thrash or move much, but this time wasn’t so terrifying. The first time frightened her, since it was a product of Elliott’s rage and hostility towards her.

This time was different, though. It was more or less playful than anything. And as the last several days had proven, Elliott had nothing against her, in fact she was still wrapping her head around the idea of him loving her. How in the world had that happened? Her life was like a page out of Shakespeare, with their school being fair Verona; but this story wasn’t going to end in tragedy.

The first few rolls of Elliott’s hips were enough to shake her out of her thoughts. With none of her limbs able to fight it, there wasn’t much else to divert her attention to. He seemed tired from his restless sleep, but being inside of Muriel seemed to invigorate him. He reached a steady pace of sharp yet shallow thrusts, at a quick tempo and with just the right amount of force.

“So unlike you…” Muriel said, her voice already a little breathy.

“Hm?”

“Usually you fuck me like an animal.” Muriel said, perplexed at the change of pace. “Are you planning something?”

“Of course I am. What do you take me for, a Laurent?” Elliott said. Muriel giggled at the comment about the Laurent family. They were known for being terrible with plans.

“No, no, of course not. They’re prudish and have no idea how to think things through. You’re the personified antonym of them.” Muriel said. She squinted at Elliott and raised a curious brow. “What *are* you planning?”

“That, my love, I cannot tell you. It would ruin the surprise.” Elliott said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Muriel’s forehead. “All I can tell you is that you’re probably going to be a little cross with me for a few minutes at some point, followed up by a lot of begging.”

“Back to your old self? I thought we’d moved past that, mon chéri.” Muriel said with a nostalgic grin.

“Mon amour, this isn’t my old self, this is just me. *I’m not as beautiful on the inside as I am on the outside.”* Elliott said, brushing his thumb across Muriel’s lips. He studied the unfazed look in her eyes. “And yet, you know this already, and you’re still letting me continue. Is that because you love me, or because you love it?”

“Let’s just say I got lucky with you on all fronts.”

*”Oh my.”* Elliott smiled as Muriel wrapped her lips around his thumb, shooting him a flirtatious glance. His gaze was a little more on the smug side, not that she minded. “Well, now you’re just asking for it.”

“Have I not been asking for it for the past few minutes?” Muriel retorted with a cheeky smile.

“I mean, yes… the difference is that now you’re *in for it.”* Elliott replied.

Elliott could hear the way his current rhythm was still managing to take Muriel’s breath away. She was doing a good job at hiding the way it affected her – but he had a habit of noticing every little thing about her. He leaned over her, arms supporting him and hands planted at the side of her head. He’d made it a point to only pull out an inch before rushing back in – he could push her to the edge just as fast while not using up as much of his energy, and that was crucial; after all, he was still quite tired, but he did have a goal in mind.

Feeling Elliott’s entire length inside of her while staring directly into his eyes was definitely quite the experience. There was determination
and lust in them, backed by affection and fascination. It was also quite intimidating. He had a piercing gaze, and the mesmerizing shades of viridian in his irises could put anyone into a trance.

Elliott reached a hand down, tracing a finger along Muriel’s sides and then her thighs before circling it above her clit. She instinctively tried to fight it off, not to much avail since her hands and feet were bound. Her limbs were shaking as she felt him rub her, a wave of heat growing due to the combination of his finger and his thrusts.

It quickly clicked in Muriel’s mind what Elliott was planning when his circles became quick and erratic, then slowed to a near stop. He felt her entire body tense up with the realization, leaning towards her with a smirk.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t tease you first,” Elliott whispered. “I told you the first night that you were fun. *You’re even more fun when you beg for it.”*

“Ell, it’ll be a goddamn miracle if I don’t kill you at some point,” Muriel said with a sarcastic laugh. “You might just drive me to do it today.”

“Aww, but then who would be here to make you feel so good?” Elliott purred. “I know every inch of your body. I know what gets you going. I know what position drives you mad. All you have to do…*Mendiez pour moi, mon amour.”*

“You’ll have to force it out of me.” Muriel challenged. Elliott grinned. She was definitely cross, too cross to realize what she’d just said.

*”And what makes you think I won’t?”* Elliott said. “That was the whole point of this.”

“You do realize I could just get out of here and do it myself if I really wanted to, right?” Muriel craned her neck and shot a playful glance at Elliott. He raised a brow.

“Hm. You know what, alright. Humor me. Try and get out. I’m genuinely curious if you actually can now.” Elliott sat back in the chair at the foot of Muriel’s bed, crossing one leg over the other.

“And if I do?”

*”Different surprise.”*

Muriel rolled her eyes at the cryptic answer. She took a few deep breaths, grabbing her bindings and preparing to yank her way out. Elliott eyed her flexed biceps as her pull began to stretch out the fabric. He could see her abdominal muscles quite clearly; evidently her method of escape relied just as much on her core as it did on her arm strength. He heard the fabric begin to rip, and watched as Muriel’s hands were freed, followed up quickly by her legs. She stood on top of her bed, a rather majestic figure when he had to look up at her, and leapt towards him. Her jump was intercepted by Elliott standing up and catching her extended arm, bringing her down for an early landing and swinging her face-first back onto the bed.

“Very impressive, mon amour,” Elliott said, climbing on top of her with one hand pinning down her wrists, the other keeping pressure on the back of her neck. Muriel flailed her legs under him, her verbal frustration muffled by the mattress. “You and I should spar sometime.”

Muriel brute forced her neck out of Elliott’s grip and turned her head to its side to speak. “I have no doubt your hand combat ability would far exceed mine. Look at you.”

“What about with weapons? I saw your father’s plaque in the trophy case for rapier dueling. I don’t suppose you inherited any of that?” Elliott said, climbing off of Muriel and turning her onto her back.

“I inherited perhaps a little too much of it, actually.” Muriel said, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her eyes. “Unless you’re good with a blade, you have no chance.”

“I’m not good with rapiers. But I could probably take you down with a longsword.” Elliott said. Muriel giggled. “What?”

“You’re going to fight me with two *long swords?* Hardly seems fair.” Muriel joked, rubbing her thighs against Elliott’s dick. He looked back at her with surprise, chuckling lightly. He slowly guided himself into her, letting out a satisfied sigh when he felt the warmth of her inner walls.

“Very funny, chérie.” He commented, reaching the base. Muriel’s hands were gripping his arms for support as he suddenly picked up his pace, pulling out and bucking the full length roughly into her. “You seem to like it when I’m an animal with you.”

“Ah, est-ce si évident?” Muriel said. She winked at Elliott. His heart skipped a few beats when she bit her lip, beckoning his inner beast to come out.

“S-seigneur ait pitié-” Elliott stammered. Heat was rushing from his cheeks to his fingertips and pooling at his pelvis, eager to spread further throughout Muriel. He felt a surge of carnal desire flood through his body, manifesting into the sound of his skin loudly slapping against hers. Muriel frantically threw her arms around him, pulling him even closer to her. *”Is this what you want?”*

Muriel could only whimper, nodding into Elliott’s hair. Her timid whines broke into a louder moan of desperation, begging for more. Elliott growled, cupping his hand over her mouth and staring her down with a dark glow in his eyes. Muriel felt she could drown in the storming sea of viridian jewels within Elliott’s rings. She scrunched her eyes shut, suppressing a few tears that fell in reaction to Elliott’s animalistic and ruthless thrusts. She felt Elliott’s tongue on her cheek, licking away the stray tears that squeezed through.

“Don’t cry, my love… please. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Elliott whispered, lifting his hand slightly.

“I know,” Muriel breathlessly replied. “Don’t stop now… please…”

Elliott felt Muriel grinding against him, noticing the deep red on her cheeks. Goosebumps were raising across her body, and sweat was beading all over her skin. Perhaps it was because she was so tired that she wasn’t even trying to maintain her composure. Or, perhaps she was finally willing to let her guard down for him. Elliott placed a kiss on Muriel’s nose before obliging her pleas. Even at a fraction of his energy, to spend time within Muriel’s cunt was definitely a delight – their bodies meshed almost a little too perfectly sometimes, as if they were tailor made for each other.

Muriel’s entire body convulsed beneath him, her nails digging into Elliott’s back as his hand muffled her scream. Her legs wrapped around his hips as a storm of electricity raged through her. Time stood still for her in that moment; despite that, she could still feel Elliott pounding her past her limit. Her eyes shakily stayed focused on Elliott as his pace began to slow down as well. The heat within her grew exponentially in intensity as she felt Elliott climax within her. He came in waves, each warmer than the last.

By the time he pulled out of her, he only had enough strength to roll onto his side next to her. He was dripping with sweat, his chest heaving erratically with each exhausted pant. He was completely spent, something that Muriel had never seen of him before. Usually he had the stamina of an unholy beast. Muriel traced his cheek with her nail, brushing away the hair that had gotten stuck to the sweat on his face.

“I’ve… never seen you exhausted before.” Muriel said, lightly petting Elliott’s raven mane. She pulled him into her chest, smiling as he nestled his head under her chin. He was as content as a kitten like this.

“God, Muriel, I’m… I’m so tired. I had a restless sleep last night because of how much I missed you. I woke up feeling half dead.” Elliott said. The exhaustion was definitely clear in his voice. “Believe it or not, ma chérie, I am human.”

“Yeah, I definitely would not have believed that before today.” Muriel said, curling Elliott’s locks around her fingers. “But even gods have flaws.”

“My love, I am far from a god.” Elliott said. Muriel immediately pinched his lips shut. “Mm!”

“And I’m not perfect, yet you tell me I am.”

“But you are!”

“And you’re a god!”

“Th- no! I am merely a man!”

“Who is made like a god, if not holier!”

The quarrel of compliments went on for quite a few minutes while the pair recovered their energy. By the time they came to a consensus, the sun was fully up, and they were both thanking the day for being a weekend where no one would be pestering them to wake up. They decided to spend the day together, hiding like rascals in Muriel’s room. They’d also made a decision to have a duel of blades in the abandoned stables the next morning, just to satisfy their curiosities about each other’s abilities.

*What a duel it was indeed.*

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