In the centuries-old halls of Monarch Academy, only the brightest scholars tread. Only the most brilliant minds walk where the greats before them stood.
Among the students this year though, is a family rivalry that spans generations. One that is unrivaled in intensity, and predates the school’s own existence. The rivalry between the Soleion and D’hivernalles bloodlines is a fierce one of fire and ice that has drawn blood and caused many a blade to clash. This year, Elliott Soleion and Muriel D’hivernalles have been unwittingly avoiding each other. No one really knows their identities, though no one in their right mind would want to.
When the two family names were seen on the same parchment, the whole student body knew what it meant. They suspected that if the two found each other, it would end in murder. And…well, it almost did.
Elliott led a secret society known as the Guild of Helios. He did so under a cover name, to ensure no one found out who he was. They met under the cover of darkness in a cave in the woods behind the school. Muriel was a loner who spent her time unraveling the school’s mysterious history. She would travel through all four stories of the building, plus the two lower levels and the many, many acres of land tied to the school. It was on one fateful night when her pursuits took her deep into the woods, where Elliott was returning from the cave. He departed later than the rest of the guild. He enjoyed a bit of time alone.
At first their encounter went as normal encounters do. A smile, a “Hello,” and a wave. Things got tricky at the wave. Elliott spotted a D’hivernalles signet ring on the girl’s right hand, and Muriel spotted a Soleion signet ring on the man’s left. They both tensed, realizing that at this moment, a fight could break out.
Muriel eyed Elliott with an analytical eye. He was far too bulky for someone as small as her to fight. If she could outmaneuver him, she might have a chance. But, considering his athletic build, she wouldn’t be able to outrun him for long.
Elliott knew he would win if a fight ensued. He just looked at Muriel’s entire body. She looked like a flower. Frail, delicate, almost too easy. But the knowing glint in her eye and her methodical and precise footwork suggested she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He turned his eyes towards hers. Terrified amber rings that shakily looked back at him. He licked his lips and lunged at her, grabbing her wrist and pinning it to the tree behind her.
“D’hivernalles.” Elliott said, towering above her.
“We don’t have to fight,” Muriel said, voice barely a whisper. “We can fix what our families left for us.”
“I don’t want to fix it. I want to take advantage of it.” Elliott said, looking behind him towards the school. He turned back towards her, unbuttoning her blouse and her plaid trousers. She tried to scream, met by him letting go of her wrist and wrapping his hand around her throat to cut her cries short. He had a tight grip – in fact, it could probably kill if he held it long enough. Muriel clawed against his hand, fear and desperation forming tears in her eyes. Elliott released his grip, watching as Muriel fell to her knees in front of him, hacking and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. “You look good down there.”
“Stop it…” Muriel’s voice was raspy from the chokehold.
“No.” Elliott simply said. He slid his blazer off, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted a foot and placed it on Muriel’s back, pressing her to the ground. She grunted in protest, tilting her head up to look at him. He gave her a cheeky smirk in response, lifting his foot off of her. She lifted herself until she was kneeling before Elliott.
“…what do you want from me?” Muriel finally asked.
“Well, normally our families try to kill each other.” Elliott said, undoing his belt.
“… So, are you going to kill me? You are a Soleion. That’s what you do.” Muriel said. She bowed her head, lifting her wrists together above her head. “Just make it quick, if you will… I’d like to go out with at least a little dignity.”
“Oh- goodness, I’m not that bad, am I?” Elliott exclaimed. Muriel was unamused. So submissive already? That’s a bit of a surprise.
“…I don’t know, are you?” Muriel dryly replied.
“Hm, well…depending on your definition of bad, I might be a lot worse.” Elliott gripped Muriel’s raised wrists and bound them with his tie, crouching down to meet her at eye level. It was a shame they were born rivals, though maybe they didn’t have to be. He lifted her up and walked her back towards the tree, pinning her there and kneading his knee between her legs. She looked at him, confused and horrified. “You seem so surprised yet you were offering yourself up to me just a moment ago, why is that?”
“I- I was not offering anything but my life! You Soleions have slaughtered us D’hivernalles for generations. How am I to expect anything different from you?” Muriel protested.
“I’m not taking your life, D’hivernalles. I’m taking something else of yours.” Elliott slipped his hand inside of Muriel’s displaced trousers. She winced. She shied away from his hands as they explored her torso, flinching against the cold as he ripped her entire blouse off of her body. “I’ll get you a new one.” he whispered, raking his nails along her bare back. She arched her body, trying to ignore the sensation. “Look at you… how dare you keep this all to yourself. You should share with me.”
“Not like I have much of an option here, do I?” Muriel said, turning her head away from Elliott as he slid her trousers off of her legs.
“No, but I’m just saying, you shouldn’t make me work so much.” Elliott said, tracing her calves and thighs as he stood up.
“And if I do, then what?” Muriel asked. She tilted her head up to look at Elliott’s viridian eyes. They were lightless, but not heartless as they stared back down at her.
“I might be nicer to you.” Elliott finally said after a pause. Muriel released a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“I highly doubt you’re capable of that.” Muriel bluntly replied. Elliott’s diplomatic facade quickly faded. His hand was once again wrapped around her neck, fingers marking bruises along her skin. He lifted her up a couple inches above the ground, her legs frantically kicking against him as they were still free.
“I am capable of many things, D’hivernalles. Many things that can either harm you or pleasure you.” Elliott said, unceremoniously pressing two fingers into her pussy. Her legs stopped kicking him and instead clenched around his hand, undecided on whether to kick him away or keep him there.
“Let…go…” Muriel hoarsely pleaded, wriggling her hands out of the tie that bound them and prying against Elliott’s hand. “Please, let go…”
Elliott lowered her to the ground and released her neck, his fingers still inside of her. She was gasping for air, desperate to clear the white vignette from her eyes. She fell forward towards Elliott, her legs completely buckling. He caught her with ease, holding her against his body while his fingers teased her. She meekly swatted his hand with her arms, whose strength had also dissipated.
“Don’t…” she said, her words slurring into a moan. “Soleion…”
“Elliott.” Elliott corrected. He wanted to hear her say his name.
“Elliott…” Muriel said, clenching her fists and her legs as she felt Elliott’s fingers move inside of her. Her voice jumped octaves when she felt Elliott’s fingers curl inside of her, hitting a spot that shot lightning through her nerves. “Ah!”
“Good girl.” Elliott said, straightening and curling his fingers rhythmically. Muriel began swaying her body with his rhythm, oblivious to her own desire. Elliott was rather amused, curious to see how far she would go down this rabbit hole with him before she regained her senses. “Feeling good?”
“Y-yes, Elliott, yes, I-” Muriel’s response melted into a full on moan. Elliott wondered how much he could take advantage of this. Here she was, the Lady D’hivernalles herself, grinding on his fingers and moaning his name. It was a pathetic kind of cute. “We don’t have to fight…” She pleaded again for a truce.
“Maybe.” Elliott said. He shifted his boxers off, then lifted Muriel up and set her down on her knees. “Satisfy me, then we’ll see.”
“Will you consider the offer?” Muriel asked.
“Fine.” Elliott huffed. Muriel frowned.
“Give me your word, then I’ll do anything you want.” Muriel said. Elliott sighed and sliced the tip of his thumb with his ring, coating it in red.
“There.” Elliott said. Muriel nodded. “Now you have to do the same. You’ll do anything I ask of you. And, since I’m feeling gracious, I’ll specify that this deal lasts one week. Then we’ll discuss again. Alright?”
“Alright.” Muriel was more daring with her oath, making a large scar on the back of her hand. Elliott was almost impressed. He was admittedly aroused when she licked the scar afterwards. “We have a deal.”
“Good.” Elliott said, looking down at her. She looked pretty on her knees. He poked her lips with his erect dick, amused by the scowl on her face. “Suck it. Don’t you dare bite or you’ll die right here.”
Muriel obediently wrapped her lips around the tip and slid down, making sure to avoid scraping him with his teeth. She lightly bobbed her head, running her tongue along his length. She wasn’t going too deep though, after all there was quite a lot of ground to cover.
“All the way down.” Elliott commanded. Muriel’s eyes flashed with panic before she reluctantly slid her lips all the way to the base, choking and quickly retreating. “Get back down there.”
“But it’s-”
“Big, I know. Hold it there.” Elliott said. Muriel slowly went back down, trying her best not to choke again. Elliott grabbed her by the roots of her hair and forced her down, satisfied when he noticed the bulge in her throat. Even with both hands she was no match for him. She looked up at him in a panic that was quickly replaced by shock as he began to thrust himself deep into her throat. He was merciless. True to what she had heard of Soleions, he was an animalistic brute. He exited her mouth and rubbed his saliva-drenched dick across her face. She grimaced. “All fours. Put that pretty ass of yours up for me.”
Muriel murmured curses under her breath as she dropped to the ground, lifting her ass for him to see. Elliott gripped each cheek with his hands, landing a few hard slaps that left red hand marks on her. She winced in pain with each strike. Elliott noticed her reaction and struck her a few more times, enough to draw blood in a couple small spots.
“This whole week, every minute of every day, as long as I can see you, you’re mine. Doesn’t matter who’s around or what you’re doing. If I tell you to do something, you come up to me and you do it, understand?” Elliott said. Muriel whimpered a weak “Yes” and shuddered from the stinging. “Yes, Elliott. You should say my name more often.”
“Yes, Elliott…” Muriel said, yelping as she felt Elliott position himself on top of her. She felt his dick prodding against her pussy, still wet from earlier.
“You’ve gotten so wet just from my fingers. What about the real deal?” Elliott slipped inside of her with ease, moaning at how warm she was inside. “Ooh, D’hivernalles… you feel good down here! Nice and warm and tight, just for me.”
Muriel dug her fingers into the ground as she felt Elliott’s length push deeper inside of her. He reached an arm around and rubbed her clit as he pounded into her, causing her to abruptly break her silence with a screaming cry of pleasure. Some part of her felt shameful for committing with a Soleion, but if she could somehow turn it around to mend their rivalry, it would be worth it.
“Elliott…” Muriel began, sweat beading across her body. Elliott was devoted to marking her as his own. She felt bruises form near her shoulders where he left hickeys that would show up through a swimsuit, just below the neckline of where her blouse would be and concealable with a scarf. He raised an eyebrow at her as she craned her neck to turn and see him. “What do you think of me?”
“You’re fun.” Elliott said. “Never thought I’d say that about a D’hivernalles, but… I’ve never met one aside from you.”
“I didn’t think I’d be copulating with a Soleion on my first encounter.” Muriel said, gasping as Elliott roughly bucked into her.
“I’m not just any Soleion. I’m Elliott Soleion, and for this week, I own you.” Elliott said. He made a few more hard thrusts that forced tears from Muriel’s eyes. “Isn’t that right, my little slut?”
“Y-yes, Elliott…” Muriel said, trying to hide her disapproval for the insult.
“Take it as a compliment, would you? A lot of lower families would love to be in your position. It just so happens that you’re a D’hivernalles, so I’m familially obligated to wreck you.” Elliott said, backing out of Muriel’s pussy and poking the entrance to her ass teasingly.
“Wh- no, no, please don’t go there-” Muriel pivoted her entire body and landed on her back, trying to push Elliott off. He positioned her legs on his shoulders, leaning forward until her knees were right by her neck. He leaned his entire body over her. She could feel a burn in her legs as her muscles stretched out, but the smug look on Elliott’s face wasn’t very reassuring either. She could only plead with him. “Please… don’t…”
“You don’t get to ask me what to do, D’hivernalles. I do what I want with you for this week. And right now, I’d like to do… this!” Elliott plunged into Muriel’s ass with no remorse, making her take the full length in one swift thrust. She jerked her head back, her senses too stunned to make sense of what just occurred. It wasn’t until he started moving though, that she went into overdrive.
“Please, please, don’t-” she squeaked through tears and screamed at him in a bewildering mix of pain and pleasure. “It hurts, I- I can’t!”
“Why would I care if I’m hurting you, D’hivernalles? I’ll reiterate what the whole world knows – we are rivals. And, we have a deal. I can do whatever I want to you. I could kill you if I wanted to and screw your corpse.” Elliott said, slowing his movements to a halt. Muriel looked up at him with fear. He saw the expression in her eyes and laughed. “I’m not going to kill you. Not yet. Deals go two ways. I can’t consider dropping our rivalry if you’re dead.”
Muriel heaved a huge sigh of relief. Her breath was quickly jolted as she felt Elliott ram into her again. Somehow it felt even deeper than before, but it didn’t hurt as much now. Even when he picked up his pace and fucked her like a rabid beast, the stinging sensations were being drowned out by a tingling heat spreading across her body in ways she hadn’t felt before. She had lost awareness of the way she was desperately moaning out his name, begging him for more.
“Oh, God, Elliott… Elliott, more- please, harder-!” She drawled. Elliott was surprised until he saw her eyes, fully rolled back in their sockets. Her tongue was perched outside of her lips, and she was panting with each time he pumped into her. He grinned internally, realizing that he had already gotten her to a high that only he could give her. He placed two fingers into her cunt, rummaging them around deep inside, curling and uncurling in sync with his thrusts. She was drunk on this high now, perfectly exploitable for him.
“Are you mine?” Elliott asked, fixating his gaze on her ecstatic eyes and the curve at the corner of her lips. “Are you my little slut, D’hivernalles?”
“Yes, yes, Elliott-” Muriel’s words broke with another curl of Elliott’s fingers.
“What do you want?” Elliott whispered, curious to see if Muriel could formulate a response.
“Finish me, please,” Muriel begged, twisting and grinding her entire body against him. “Please, I ne-eed it… I need you to make me…”
Elliott obliged, focusing on bringing Muriel to the edge. His fingers danced inside of her, hitting spots she never knew she had. He could feel himself getting close from fucking her as well, holding back until she had finished herself. He quickly thrusted his fingers in and out of her, admiring the way her entire body seemed to arch for it. He got his reward as she threw her hands towards him, holding onto his shoulders and squeezing them tightly as she climaxed. She let out a desperate orgasmic moan as she did, dazedly thanking Elliott over and over. She ejaculated onto her own chest with each extra pump of his fingers. Her entire body tensed and untensed in waves, catching him off guard and making him finish inside of her.
Elliott recovered and crawled off of her, standing up and letting the extra drops of his victory fall onto her body. The Lady D’hivernalles herself, completely spent and bending to his will. He debated writing home and telling his family of his victory – but decided this was a secret best kept to himself for now. He lifted the exhausted Muriel from the ground, admiring the post-orgasmic expression on her face and the way her hair stuck to the lines of sweat on her forehead and cheeks.
“Are…are you satisfied?” She meekly asked.
“Huh?” Elliott was surprised by the question as he leaned down to gather the intact clothing of both of them.
“Are you satisfied?” Muriel asked again. “I… I have to uphold my part of the deal…”
“Hm.” Elliott hummed. “I’m not sure I can be more satisfied than this, D’hivernalles.”
“…Muriel…call me Muriel…” Muriel said, mind fogging as she fell into unconsciousness from exhaustion. Elliott waved a hand over her face to see if she was out.
“Huh. Muriel D’hivernalles, you are an honest lady. I can respect that.” Elliott said to himself. He started the trek back to the school, Muriel and a stack of clothes cradled in his arms. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we don’t have to fight… just maybe.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tfo1hr/academia_mf_bondage_teasing_fingering_deepthroat
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