Fanfic: Evening of the Seventh
Okay, so I tried my luck again... here's a new one, another lemon lol but for a different pairing. 8D
Title: Evening of the Seventh
Author: peachy_cakes / Aeneid
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Asch, Natalia Meryl Oakland [... Teehee~]
Pairing: Asch x Natalia Meryl
Genre: Romance
Spoilers?: Spoilers for the whole game. Back-story about Natalia's birth, plus it'll be good if you read hikari318's entry regarding Natalia based on the light novel.
Summary: Wishes do come true on the Evening of the Seventh festival.
Originally posted last July 7, 2009
Notes [this'll be a long one]:
-AU/AR type of fanfic. For this fic, Asch is the rightful son of Duke Fabre, who also happens to have an annoying twin brother named Luke.
-Evening of the Seventh = Tanabata. I based this on a Japanese festival because I originally wrote it for the said festival, and I rephrased it to 'Evening of the Seventh' because of the kanji. Also, I don't think they'll call it a Tanabata in Auldrant. No customs nor traditions in this fic. It's all about the two lovers.
Without further ado...
Evening of the Seventh
Everyone in Auldrant knew what the Evening of the Seventh is. It told the story of two lovers who only met once a year because the other gods knew that if they were together, they would not be able to do their respective tasks. Each year, everyone in Auldrant would hope and pray that it would not rain on that night, for it would mean that the lovers would have to wait another year to meet once again. Despite it falling on the 41st day of Shadow Redecan on Ifrit Day, they have insisted that it was the day where the moon was a full moon. Thus, for this year, the 41st day of Shadow Redecan was the day when the Evening of the Seventh would be taking place.
While most began with the preparations a week before, namely on the 34th day of Shadow Redecan, a lone blonde woman ignored all of there, mostly focusing on her job as restaurant manager in the Kimlascan side inn in Chesedonia. Despite Chesedonia being one of the few cities that spent freely on this big celebration, Meryl Oakland was not that keen on celebrating with the others. Yes, she also wished that it wouldn’t rain on the night of the festival as to let the lovers meet, but she would not be celebrating along with everyone else this year.
It simply reminded her of her past.
It wasn’t that unpleasant, but it usually distracted her from her tasks.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
Now was not the time for reminiscing, despite tonight being the day of celebration.
After seven that night, she and the other employees began to close down the restaurant. They were given the night off by the owner to enjoy the festivities in Chesedonia, but if Meryl had a say in the matter, she would really prefer working the whole night until it was time to close. Seriously, she did not want to spend the night looking on to the other couples who were enjoying the festival. It made her jealous because she did not have any special someone to spend the night with.
Her Evening of the Seventh this year was becoming… pathetic.
As a child, she found the legend and the story behind it to be romantic and usually, she eagerly anticipating the said festival every year. It all changed last year when things had gotten… messy. She was forced to leave her former job as a potential lady-in-waiting to the queen of Kimlasca royalty when a scandal began brewing between her and the nephew of her employer. Now twenty years old, she pushed aside any thoughts of romance and instead concentrated with her job.
As she stepped out of the restaurant that she worked in and saw the streamers, the bamboo branches and the people, particularly the couples, on the street, the blonde woman made a beeline for the direction of her apartment, located within walking distance from her workplace. It was a nice apartment, and she was proud with the fact that she was paying for it with her own wages.
She walked faster, careful not to bump the people walking down the streets.
Seeing the familiar beige building made her sigh in relief, and as she placed a hand on the pocket of her skirt, she knew she was home free.
It was time to chill and relax.
She rented a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of the six-storey building, and as the restaurant manager saw the familiar door of her apartment, Meryl decided that a long, cold shower would do her well tonight. After all, she did not plan to do anything tonight. She had hung her strip of paper containing her wish at the restaurant, but she knew that was impossible for her wish to come true.
After all, she wished for him.
The door opened, and somehow, the sight of her apartment soothed her. It wasn’t that cramped, nor was it too spacious for her tastes. From the front door, to the immediate left were two couches with a long, low table in front of the two pieces of furniture. The dining table was on the right, opposite of the living room, while the kitchen had its own separate room, as well as a laundry area. A long hallway lead to her bedroom, and inside it was her personal toilet and shower.
Meryl sighed in relief as she sat down on the couch. Standing up from seven in the morning until six in the evening worn her down, and her calves and feet ache. She had decided to take a short rest on the couch before she would bathe because she could scarcely lift a finger right now. The bubble bath would have to wait later.
Little did she know that her wish would come true…
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Half an hour later, at quarter to eight in the evening, when she fell asleep on the couch, someone had given her an untimely and rude awakening.
Someone was hammering against her front door.
Yawning and still half asleep, she grumpily marched towards the front door and was about to give the person a piece of her half-awake mind as soon as she opened the door, but failed to do so. As soon as the door flung open, she felt herself pulled and her mouth was suddenly covered by someone else’s mouth.
She considered having the person get a taste of what it felt like being punched when Meryl felt the familiar sensation of her lower lip getting nibbled and tugged at by the kisser.
Only one person knew how to kiss her like that…
Asch…
She struggled to break free. “A-Asch! What are you doing here?!” Meryl asked at once as she managed to break free from their kiss. Unfortunately, ‘Asch’ hadn’t been keen on breaking up and instead, encircled his arms around her.
Lorelei help her, was this real?
Writing on a measly strip of paper could do this much, or was it all just a dream?
“I wanted to see you…” slowly, he began to unbutton the white blouse that she wore for work. Alarmed at the fact that he was undressing her with the door wide open, she wondered if this was truly a dream or simply a fantasy that would end abruptly. “Haven’t seen you since you left the Manor…”
“A-Asch, p-please… not now… I-I need to take a bath.” Lorelei knows she did not want him to be turned off nor disgusted with her hygiene issues.
“Then let’s take a bath together…”
She did a double take.
This was definitely not Asch fon Fabre. This man was an imposter, she thought to herself, as he suddenly locked the door to her apartment and carried her in his arms. As if reading her thoughts, he chuckled, saying, “This isn’t a dream. I am really Asch.” He said huskily. “Where would your bathroom be, Meryl?”
“F-Far end of the hallway… inside my room.” she said before she could stop herself. Mentally, she cursed herself for letting herself be lured by this man to giving in to her desires. Meryl was still not convinced that the man carrying her was her former master and lover, and she needed proof before she could finally believe that it was him, and not some doppelganger nor an impostor. She hoped that it wasn’t his twin that was doing this. She loved Luke, yes, but as a brother.
Asch was a different case.
“Not yet convinced?” when she shook her head, he merely smirked. “Alright. I’ll convince you.”
He had managed to get to her room without tearing off a single piece of clothing, though when he had let her down to her feet, he was having a hard time controlling himself.
Impatient with unbuttoning every single one of the buttons of her blouse, he pulled it apart, causing most of the buttons to fall down on the floor and Meryl to gasp both in anger and in shock. Ignoring the destroyed article of clothing, as well as her reaction to it, he himself took off his polo, threw it on the floor of her room, and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her towards the bathroom.
Inside, he had stripped her off naked, emerald green eyes eyeing her whole body hungrily while he stripped off his lower clothing. Upon seeing his erect manhood, Meryl blushed to the roots of her hair and looked away.
As if reading her mind, he smirked once more. “Took you long enough.” He took her inside the shower area and turned on the water to cleanse the sweat that made its way to their bodies. Asch then made her lean against the wall of the bathroom and forced her knees apart. Slowly, he rubbed a finger against her slit, causing a moan to escape from her lips. “Now, now, Meryl, don’t go screaming. I’m not even starting yet.” At this, he spread her lips apart and began rubbing his forefinger against her sex.
Lorelei help her… she missed this sensation.
His rough fingers were rubbing against her most intimate parts, and it was a feeling that she had sorely missed. It wasn’t that satisfying when she tried pleasuring herself, for Asch knew her pleasure spots more than she did, all because she had never ever tried touching herself until she had left the manor. It was Asch whom she gave this privilege to, and he knew where to touch her. He knew that his former maid love it whenever he would rub his thumb against her clit during their foreplay, and just when she was about to orgasm, he would rub her clit harder, despite her wanting to move away from him.
Moans escaped her lips, and despite wanting to bite her lips to keep it down, she couldn’t.
She could feel herself getting wet when suddenly, Asch slid a finger inside her, causing her to scream.
“M-Master Asch…!” suddenly, she was no longer leaning against the wall, but against the perpetrator, who was the cause of her legs turning into jelly. Leaning against the wall wasn’t enough, it seemed. The showerhead above their heads poured cold water continuously at the pair, who were still engrossed at their foreplay.
The shower, it seems, did not serve its primary purpose, but to simply further their activities. It was a humid night, after all.
Asch fastened his pace and plunged his finger repeatedly inside her. The young noble knew she was in her limits, and he intended to push it.
When her inner walls tightened around his fingers, he held her close against him.
Meryl Oakland just had her orgasm, and she screamed out his name.
At this, he withdrew and licked his come-soaked fingers while she panted hard against him, thoroughly exhausted from the pent-up frustration that she had just released. “A-Asch… I…”
“It’s not over yet.”
“W-what…?” she was looking forward to having her cold shower after foreplay and now, he wanted more? “B-but I-I’m tired…”
“No need for you to do anything.” He whispered in her ear. “I’ll be the one doing all the work… for now. Next time, you can have your fun.”
Without waiting for her reply, he turned off the water and carried her back to her room, ignoring the fact that they were both dripping wet from the shower. Before Asch could lay her down the bed, Meryl stopped him. “W-wait, I don’t want the bed wet. Put me down for a moment.” When he did what she had told him, she grabbed her towel and patted herself dry. When she was dry, she used it on Asch, drying every part of his body, leaving no spot untouched.
Finished with her task, she dropped the towel and let the young heir to tackle her on the bed.
“Finally.” He grumbled as he licked her neck. “That took too long.”
“Why not in the shower?” she asked innocently.
“And let your first time be in some cramped apartment shower? Not a chance.” He growled, biting tenderly on her collarbone. “You’ll remember it in a bed, with me smirking at you while I take you, and not the damn wall tiles.”
Sweet Yulia, he was being egoistic, but she loved every second of it.
His attention was currently on her neck and collarbone, which he kept sucking and biting vigorously. Despite the weariness, she still managed to gasp and moan as he did the biting and licking of her neck. Moving downward, he focused next on her breasts, licking each tip of her nipples, making her scream. He massaged them in a rather sensual way that made her a bit wet between the legs, though it wasn’t as bad as the one in the shower…
Thinking about the scene in the shower made her blush once more.
She even felt herself get wet between her legs
When he moved between her legs, he yanked her thighs apart, wanting to look at every inch of her body underneath the moonlight. The lights were off, and only the full moon outside became his light. Seeing her still-wet sex made him even harder, and despite wanting to bury himself deep inside her, he needed to taste her first. It had been too long since they have had a make out session, and he nearly forgot what she tasted like.
One curious lick between her legs turned him into a maniac wanting for more.
Using his tongue, he left no spot untouched and as she moaned louder from his ministrations, he knew that he had hit the correct spot. When his tongue hit her sensitive spot, she nearly kicked him in the head, if it had not been for his fast reflexes. Holding her down by the ankles, he raised her legs up high, all the while continuing his patient task of making her orgasm once more for him. As he furiously licked her sensitive spot over and over again, she cried out, unable to form a coherent word, but her second orgasm was enough for Asch fon Fabre.
He lapped up her come, tasting her essence and at the same time, licking her clean from the mess that he had caused. It was always messy whenever he gave her an oral, but tonight was an exception, of course.
It had been far too long…
As she steadied her breathing, he gently laid her legs against the soft bed, but placed them on both sides of his hips.
This was it…
“Asch…?” somehow, at the back of her mind, she expected this, but not this soon. “D-didn’t we discuss about this…?”
“It’s fine. I’ll explain later.”
“B-but… a baby might…”
“I’ll take responsibility for it.”
Something in Meryl told her to keep quiet for the meantime. Obediently, she closed her mouth and laid still beneath him, waiting for his next move. Asch, on the other hand, let out a sigh as he moved closer to her. Using his right hand, he guided his shaft at the opening of her sex, moaning loudly as he pushed in. Feeling her tightness and wetness, he was having a hard time controlling himself from climaxing immediately. It would truly be embarrassing on his pride as a man if he did such a mistake.
Unfortunately, he was now in unfamiliar territory. He had not gone this far with her, nor with any other woman for that matter, so he had to rely on his instinct, as well as his… bedroom skills. He had to be careful, however, not to hurt her too badly.
He thrust gently against her, careful not to be rough. This was also her first time, and if he wasn’t too careful, he’ll end up making her scream profanities at him for making it painful, not to mention his objective wouldn’t be fulfilled, and that was to make her enjoy this as much as he did.
This was truly a dream come true…
“A-are you alright…?” he asked.
“I’m okay… a little painful, but… I can manage…” she smiled, despite the soreness.
Assured that she was fine, he continued his thrusting inside her. He did not dare sheath himself fully, knowing that it would be painful on her part if she were to accommodate him fully. But then again, he was already satisfied that he could at least sheath himself halfway.
Quickly, he pressed his lips against her own to distract her from the pain, his pace quickening as well, despite the mess they have made on the sheets. The sheets were on the verge of coming off the bed, but they paid no attention to it. Both were much too focused in satisfying their carnal desires to give a damn about the bed sheets. Meryl, for her part, had dug her nails on Asch’s back, wincing from the pain but not letting it hinder their joining.
He suddenly broke away from the kiss and fastened his pace. His hormones were at work this time, and the desperation for release had taken over his mind. Meryl winced in pain at the roughness of his pacing, as well as the soreness between her legs, but she knew that the pain would pass. After all, she wanted the whole of Asch inside her, and not just half of him. For now, she would have to bear the pain…
As she neared her own climax, Asch had managed to slide in the whole of himself inside her and the needed to release his seed inside her suddenly became a desperate need. He picked up the pace once more, slamming against her own sex when finally, he reached his peak.
He climaxed inside her soon after, and while he had done so, he continued with thrusting, wanting her to have the same feeling of relief as well. “M-Meryl…” he said huskily.
A moan and a scream came from her lips. Beneath him, the woman wanted to get away from him, and the red-haired noble knew that Meryl was nearing her orgasm.
He held her hips down, not wanting to let her get away. She held on to him instead and unconsciously began to thrust her hips against his.
A loud scream pierced the air.
Asch suddenly felt it her inner walls tightened around his manhood. She just had an orgasm, and he knew that each wave of pleasure would run up and her body for a few seconds to several minutes.
He held her close as she shivered from each post-orgasm feeling that she ran through her body. The waves subsided minutes later, but before he could ask her if she was alright, Oakland had already fallen asleep.
Asch chuckled, unsheathed himself from her and lay down beside her, not letting go.
He would just have to wait for her to wake up.
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“Can you explain to me why you have suddenly decided to go all the way…?”
They were lying down next to each other, minds finally cleared from the passion that had been clouding their senses for the past few months. They have had their night, and now, it was time for them to talk.
“… The Score.”
Meryl frowned. Knowing Asch, he was one of the few who did not abide by it, despite the promises of prosperity brought by it if followed. “What about it?”
“Despite myself not wanting to follow it, the Order of Lorelei, together with the representatives of the King and my Father, has found out something that you should be aware of.” He told her, pulling her closer to him.
She was curious. “What would that be…?”
He let out a small smile escape his lips. “If the circumstances have allowed it… you would’ve been the Princess of Kimlasca.”
She blinked at the revelation. “E-excuse me…?”
She found that hard to believe. How could have that happened when it was evident that she possessed neither red hair nor emerald green eyes? If ever, it would be hard to pass herself up as a member of the royal family of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.
“My cousin, the late Princess Natalia, died as a stillborn. Do you remember that?” when she nodded, he continued. “My aunt the Queen was devastated with the tragedy, and out of desperation to make her happy, her wet nurse had decided to switch you and the dead princess. Unfortunately, the guards found out about it, and the switching did not take place. The wet nurse was to be punished for commit an act of treason, but was spared by my uncle.”
She knew who that wet nurse was, of course.
It was her maternal grandmother.
“You remained Meryl Oakland. If you had become the princess, you would have become my fiancée. Instead, you became a candidate for the position of lady-in-waiting in the future. In this instance, it would have been evident that we would not cross paths. However…”
“We crossed paths.” She finished for him.
“Correct.” He said. “Now, think about it. You, as a princess, would become my fiancée, thus, we end up together. The circumstances are different now, yet the result was the same. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“The Order ruled that they could not prevent the union between a noble and a commoner from happening, more so if the Score foretold it. And… they told us about a rather curious concept as well.”
Meryl gave him a questioning look. “What did they say?”
“The Red String of Fate.” He replied. “It connects two people who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The red string does not break; rather, it only stretches or tangles.”
“What does that have to do with us?”
“… The Order says that it applies to us.”
Now that she thought about it, it did apply to them. It was a match like no other: he was the son of a duke and a princess, the heir to the Kimlasca while she was the daughter of a mercenary and a lady-in-waiting. His blood was truly blue, while hers was red, like everyone else. She was a commoner, while he was a nobleman whose destiny was already laid out for him ever since his birth. Yet, under strange circumstances, they met, they fell for each other and now, to her shock, they were permitted by the Order of Lorelei as well as his father and his uncle to be together.
It seems that their days of hiding under the scrutinizing eye of the nobles were numbered.
“Have the other nobles given their consent in this matter?”
“Not yet. Little by little, Meryl.” He kissed her forehead. “For now, all I need is for your approval to marry me.”
Her eyes literally went wide open from the surprise. “M-marry…?”
“Of course.” then came his trademark smirk. “Why do you think I’ve done the deed with you? I needed to secure you, of course. The heir of Kimlasca has taken you, madam, to bed, and if there is a child… he is next in line to the throne. You wouldn’t want that child be deprived of his divine right to rule the kingdom, right…?”
“Y-you beast!” she hit his chest repeatedly at his rather arrogant way of stating facts. She may love him, but he was still the same old egoistic brat that she had left.
He laughed at her feeble attacks, but turned serious as soon as he caught both her wrists. “Joking aside, I really intended for you to give me your approval to marry me. This time, no one intervenes. We don’t have to spend every Evening of the Seventh alone.”
She nodded.
So he understood what she felt as well.
“If you approve, I will be back by the next month to fetch you. I will be fixing the documents for the civil marriage, and that way, you will have time to think things through. If you do not want to go through with this…” he dreaded to continue, but he knew he had to. “I will understand and respect your decision.”
She shook her head. “No need to look so forlorn, my lord.” She told him. “I… I accept your proposal to… marry.”
The night was just starting, and because there was no rain, the two lovers met again. They have all night to be together, but when the sun comes up, they must part ways and say goodbye. They have to wait yet another year before they can meet up, hoping against hope that it would not rain.
As for the two of them, they, too, only have the whole night to make the most out of it. They have to wait another month before they would be able to see each other again. For many, it may seem as if a breeze had passed by, but not to them.
A year felt like forever.
What more if it was a month?
One night was not enough for them to make up for lost time, and because time was not on their side, they must make the most out of it before the sun comes up…
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Meryl opened her eyes when she felt her bed shift. Sitting up, she looked around and found Asch getting dressed. That morning, his red hair was sticking out everywhere while there were dark circles under her dull emerald green eyes. The lack of sleep from last night was the cause of this, she told herself, smiling at the same time. The events of last night made her shiver in delight, remembering the times when he would kiss her passionately, as well as making her do something… kinky.
She blushed at her antics from last night.
Somehow, it felt… embarrassing.
The blonde woman took a look at her bedside clock. It read seven in the morning.
“Good morning, Asch. Going back so soon?”
“Yes.” He pulled on his pants over his hips and began buttoning it. “I don’t think it’ll be good if they knew that I went over to your place because I couldn’t get a hotel booking at the inn…”
She nodded, understanding what he meant. Despite getting an approval from the Order and the king himself, many nobles wanted their daughters to marry Asch. If they knew that he had preferred a commoner to them, hell would break loose.
“I understand.” She slowly got off her bed, testing her walking ability. She still felt sore from last night, but she knew that it couldn’t be helped. The first time always hurts, and now that it had came to pass, she rather looked forward to more of it in the future. “As for me, I have to go and get ready for work.”
He nodded. “Alright. Take care until I get back.” He hugged her from behind, feeling her body for one last time before he becomes celibate for the meantime. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
“You too.” She tightened her grip on his arms.
The sun was up, and it was back to reality for both of them.
“Goodbye for now.”
“Goodbye… Master Asch.”
I hope you all didn't get all confused with my fanfic... XD; there's actually a sequel to this, focusing next on Luke and Tear, but because of schoolwork... *sighs*
Anyways, if you got confused at some part in the story, feel free to drop a comment. :)
Thanks again for reading!
Title: Evening of the Seventh
Author: peachy_cakes / Aeneid
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Asch, Natalia Meryl Oakland [... Teehee~]
Pairing: Asch x Natalia Meryl
Genre: Romance
Spoilers?: Spoilers for the whole game. Back-story about Natalia's birth, plus it'll be good if you read hikari318's entry regarding Natalia based on the light novel.
Summary: Wishes do come true on the Evening of the Seventh festival.
Originally posted last July 7, 2009
Notes [this'll be a long one]:
-AU/AR type of fanfic. For this fic, Asch is the rightful son of Duke Fabre, who also happens to have an annoying twin brother named Luke.
-Evening of the Seventh = Tanabata. I based this on a Japanese festival because I originally wrote it for the said festival, and I rephrased it to 'Evening of the Seventh' because of the kanji. Also, I don't think they'll call it a Tanabata in Auldrant. No customs nor traditions in this fic. It's all about the two lovers.
Without further ado...
Evening of the Seventh
Everyone in Auldrant knew what the Evening of the Seventh is. It told the story of two lovers who only met once a year because the other gods knew that if they were together, they would not be able to do their respective tasks. Each year, everyone in Auldrant would hope and pray that it would not rain on that night, for it would mean that the lovers would have to wait another year to meet once again. Despite it falling on the 41st day of Shadow Redecan on Ifrit Day, they have insisted that it was the day where the moon was a full moon. Thus, for this year, the 41st day of Shadow Redecan was the day when the Evening of the Seventh would be taking place.
While most began with the preparations a week before, namely on the 34th day of Shadow Redecan, a lone blonde woman ignored all of there, mostly focusing on her job as restaurant manager in the Kimlascan side inn in Chesedonia. Despite Chesedonia being one of the few cities that spent freely on this big celebration, Meryl Oakland was not that keen on celebrating with the others. Yes, she also wished that it wouldn’t rain on the night of the festival as to let the lovers meet, but she would not be celebrating along with everyone else this year.
It simply reminded her of her past.
It wasn’t that unpleasant, but it usually distracted her from her tasks.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
Now was not the time for reminiscing, despite tonight being the day of celebration.
After seven that night, she and the other employees began to close down the restaurant. They were given the night off by the owner to enjoy the festivities in Chesedonia, but if Meryl had a say in the matter, she would really prefer working the whole night until it was time to close. Seriously, she did not want to spend the night looking on to the other couples who were enjoying the festival. It made her jealous because she did not have any special someone to spend the night with.
Her Evening of the Seventh this year was becoming… pathetic.
As a child, she found the legend and the story behind it to be romantic and usually, she eagerly anticipating the said festival every year. It all changed last year when things had gotten… messy. She was forced to leave her former job as a potential lady-in-waiting to the queen of Kimlasca royalty when a scandal began brewing between her and the nephew of her employer. Now twenty years old, she pushed aside any thoughts of romance and instead concentrated with her job.
As she stepped out of the restaurant that she worked in and saw the streamers, the bamboo branches and the people, particularly the couples, on the street, the blonde woman made a beeline for the direction of her apartment, located within walking distance from her workplace. It was a nice apartment, and she was proud with the fact that she was paying for it with her own wages.
She walked faster, careful not to bump the people walking down the streets.
Seeing the familiar beige building made her sigh in relief, and as she placed a hand on the pocket of her skirt, she knew she was home free.
It was time to chill and relax.
She rented a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of the six-storey building, and as the restaurant manager saw the familiar door of her apartment, Meryl decided that a long, cold shower would do her well tonight. After all, she did not plan to do anything tonight. She had hung her strip of paper containing her wish at the restaurant, but she knew that was impossible for her wish to come true.
After all, she wished for him.
The door opened, and somehow, the sight of her apartment soothed her. It wasn’t that cramped, nor was it too spacious for her tastes. From the front door, to the immediate left were two couches with a long, low table in front of the two pieces of furniture. The dining table was on the right, opposite of the living room, while the kitchen had its own separate room, as well as a laundry area. A long hallway lead to her bedroom, and inside it was her personal toilet and shower.
Meryl sighed in relief as she sat down on the couch. Standing up from seven in the morning until six in the evening worn her down, and her calves and feet ache. She had decided to take a short rest on the couch before she would bathe because she could scarcely lift a finger right now. The bubble bath would have to wait later.
Little did she know that her wish would come true…
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Half an hour later, at quarter to eight in the evening, when she fell asleep on the couch, someone had given her an untimely and rude awakening.
Someone was hammering against her front door.
Yawning and still half asleep, she grumpily marched towards the front door and was about to give the person a piece of her half-awake mind as soon as she opened the door, but failed to do so. As soon as the door flung open, she felt herself pulled and her mouth was suddenly covered by someone else’s mouth.
She considered having the person get a taste of what it felt like being punched when Meryl felt the familiar sensation of her lower lip getting nibbled and tugged at by the kisser.
Only one person knew how to kiss her like that…
Asch…
She struggled to break free. “A-Asch! What are you doing here?!” Meryl asked at once as she managed to break free from their kiss. Unfortunately, ‘Asch’ hadn’t been keen on breaking up and instead, encircled his arms around her.
Lorelei help her, was this real?
Writing on a measly strip of paper could do this much, or was it all just a dream?
“I wanted to see you…” slowly, he began to unbutton the white blouse that she wore for work. Alarmed at the fact that he was undressing her with the door wide open, she wondered if this was truly a dream or simply a fantasy that would end abruptly. “Haven’t seen you since you left the Manor…”
“A-Asch, p-please… not now… I-I need to take a bath.” Lorelei knows she did not want him to be turned off nor disgusted with her hygiene issues.
“Then let’s take a bath together…”
She did a double take.
This was definitely not Asch fon Fabre. This man was an imposter, she thought to herself, as he suddenly locked the door to her apartment and carried her in his arms. As if reading her thoughts, he chuckled, saying, “This isn’t a dream. I am really Asch.” He said huskily. “Where would your bathroom be, Meryl?”
“F-Far end of the hallway… inside my room.” she said before she could stop herself. Mentally, she cursed herself for letting herself be lured by this man to giving in to her desires. Meryl was still not convinced that the man carrying her was her former master and lover, and she needed proof before she could finally believe that it was him, and not some doppelganger nor an impostor. She hoped that it wasn’t his twin that was doing this. She loved Luke, yes, but as a brother.
Asch was a different case.
“Not yet convinced?” when she shook her head, he merely smirked. “Alright. I’ll convince you.”
He had managed to get to her room without tearing off a single piece of clothing, though when he had let her down to her feet, he was having a hard time controlling himself.
Impatient with unbuttoning every single one of the buttons of her blouse, he pulled it apart, causing most of the buttons to fall down on the floor and Meryl to gasp both in anger and in shock. Ignoring the destroyed article of clothing, as well as her reaction to it, he himself took off his polo, threw it on the floor of her room, and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her towards the bathroom.
Inside, he had stripped her off naked, emerald green eyes eyeing her whole body hungrily while he stripped off his lower clothing. Upon seeing his erect manhood, Meryl blushed to the roots of her hair and looked away.
As if reading her mind, he smirked once more. “Took you long enough.” He took her inside the shower area and turned on the water to cleanse the sweat that made its way to their bodies. Asch then made her lean against the wall of the bathroom and forced her knees apart. Slowly, he rubbed a finger against her slit, causing a moan to escape from her lips. “Now, now, Meryl, don’t go screaming. I’m not even starting yet.” At this, he spread her lips apart and began rubbing his forefinger against her sex.
Lorelei help her… she missed this sensation.
His rough fingers were rubbing against her most intimate parts, and it was a feeling that she had sorely missed. It wasn’t that satisfying when she tried pleasuring herself, for Asch knew her pleasure spots more than she did, all because she had never ever tried touching herself until she had left the manor. It was Asch whom she gave this privilege to, and he knew where to touch her. He knew that his former maid love it whenever he would rub his thumb against her clit during their foreplay, and just when she was about to orgasm, he would rub her clit harder, despite her wanting to move away from him.
Moans escaped her lips, and despite wanting to bite her lips to keep it down, she couldn’t.
She could feel herself getting wet when suddenly, Asch slid a finger inside her, causing her to scream.
“M-Master Asch…!” suddenly, she was no longer leaning against the wall, but against the perpetrator, who was the cause of her legs turning into jelly. Leaning against the wall wasn’t enough, it seemed. The showerhead above their heads poured cold water continuously at the pair, who were still engrossed at their foreplay.
The shower, it seems, did not serve its primary purpose, but to simply further their activities. It was a humid night, after all.
Asch fastened his pace and plunged his finger repeatedly inside her. The young noble knew she was in her limits, and he intended to push it.
When her inner walls tightened around his fingers, he held her close against him.
Meryl Oakland just had her orgasm, and she screamed out his name.
At this, he withdrew and licked his come-soaked fingers while she panted hard against him, thoroughly exhausted from the pent-up frustration that she had just released. “A-Asch… I…”
“It’s not over yet.”
“W-what…?” she was looking forward to having her cold shower after foreplay and now, he wanted more? “B-but I-I’m tired…”
“No need for you to do anything.” He whispered in her ear. “I’ll be the one doing all the work… for now. Next time, you can have your fun.”
Without waiting for her reply, he turned off the water and carried her back to her room, ignoring the fact that they were both dripping wet from the shower. Before Asch could lay her down the bed, Meryl stopped him. “W-wait, I don’t want the bed wet. Put me down for a moment.” When he did what she had told him, she grabbed her towel and patted herself dry. When she was dry, she used it on Asch, drying every part of his body, leaving no spot untouched.
Finished with her task, she dropped the towel and let the young heir to tackle her on the bed.
“Finally.” He grumbled as he licked her neck. “That took too long.”
“Why not in the shower?” she asked innocently.
“And let your first time be in some cramped apartment shower? Not a chance.” He growled, biting tenderly on her collarbone. “You’ll remember it in a bed, with me smirking at you while I take you, and not the damn wall tiles.”
Sweet Yulia, he was being egoistic, but she loved every second of it.
His attention was currently on her neck and collarbone, which he kept sucking and biting vigorously. Despite the weariness, she still managed to gasp and moan as he did the biting and licking of her neck. Moving downward, he focused next on her breasts, licking each tip of her nipples, making her scream. He massaged them in a rather sensual way that made her a bit wet between the legs, though it wasn’t as bad as the one in the shower…
Thinking about the scene in the shower made her blush once more.
She even felt herself get wet between her legs
When he moved between her legs, he yanked her thighs apart, wanting to look at every inch of her body underneath the moonlight. The lights were off, and only the full moon outside became his light. Seeing her still-wet sex made him even harder, and despite wanting to bury himself deep inside her, he needed to taste her first. It had been too long since they have had a make out session, and he nearly forgot what she tasted like.
One curious lick between her legs turned him into a maniac wanting for more.
Using his tongue, he left no spot untouched and as she moaned louder from his ministrations, he knew that he had hit the correct spot. When his tongue hit her sensitive spot, she nearly kicked him in the head, if it had not been for his fast reflexes. Holding her down by the ankles, he raised her legs up high, all the while continuing his patient task of making her orgasm once more for him. As he furiously licked her sensitive spot over and over again, she cried out, unable to form a coherent word, but her second orgasm was enough for Asch fon Fabre.
He lapped up her come, tasting her essence and at the same time, licking her clean from the mess that he had caused. It was always messy whenever he gave her an oral, but tonight was an exception, of course.
It had been far too long…
As she steadied her breathing, he gently laid her legs against the soft bed, but placed them on both sides of his hips.
This was it…
“Asch…?” somehow, at the back of her mind, she expected this, but not this soon. “D-didn’t we discuss about this…?”
“It’s fine. I’ll explain later.”
“B-but… a baby might…”
“I’ll take responsibility for it.”
Something in Meryl told her to keep quiet for the meantime. Obediently, she closed her mouth and laid still beneath him, waiting for his next move. Asch, on the other hand, let out a sigh as he moved closer to her. Using his right hand, he guided his shaft at the opening of her sex, moaning loudly as he pushed in. Feeling her tightness and wetness, he was having a hard time controlling himself from climaxing immediately. It would truly be embarrassing on his pride as a man if he did such a mistake.
Unfortunately, he was now in unfamiliar territory. He had not gone this far with her, nor with any other woman for that matter, so he had to rely on his instinct, as well as his… bedroom skills. He had to be careful, however, not to hurt her too badly.
He thrust gently against her, careful not to be rough. This was also her first time, and if he wasn’t too careful, he’ll end up making her scream profanities at him for making it painful, not to mention his objective wouldn’t be fulfilled, and that was to make her enjoy this as much as he did.
This was truly a dream come true…
“A-are you alright…?” he asked.
“I’m okay… a little painful, but… I can manage…” she smiled, despite the soreness.
Assured that she was fine, he continued his thrusting inside her. He did not dare sheath himself fully, knowing that it would be painful on her part if she were to accommodate him fully. But then again, he was already satisfied that he could at least sheath himself halfway.
Quickly, he pressed his lips against her own to distract her from the pain, his pace quickening as well, despite the mess they have made on the sheets. The sheets were on the verge of coming off the bed, but they paid no attention to it. Both were much too focused in satisfying their carnal desires to give a damn about the bed sheets. Meryl, for her part, had dug her nails on Asch’s back, wincing from the pain but not letting it hinder their joining.
He suddenly broke away from the kiss and fastened his pace. His hormones were at work this time, and the desperation for release had taken over his mind. Meryl winced in pain at the roughness of his pacing, as well as the soreness between her legs, but she knew that the pain would pass. After all, she wanted the whole of Asch inside her, and not just half of him. For now, she would have to bear the pain…
As she neared her own climax, Asch had managed to slide in the whole of himself inside her and the needed to release his seed inside her suddenly became a desperate need. He picked up the pace once more, slamming against her own sex when finally, he reached his peak.
He climaxed inside her soon after, and while he had done so, he continued with thrusting, wanting her to have the same feeling of relief as well. “M-Meryl…” he said huskily.
A moan and a scream came from her lips. Beneath him, the woman wanted to get away from him, and the red-haired noble knew that Meryl was nearing her orgasm.
He held her hips down, not wanting to let her get away. She held on to him instead and unconsciously began to thrust her hips against his.
A loud scream pierced the air.
Asch suddenly felt it her inner walls tightened around his manhood. She just had an orgasm, and he knew that each wave of pleasure would run up and her body for a few seconds to several minutes.
He held her close as she shivered from each post-orgasm feeling that she ran through her body. The waves subsided minutes later, but before he could ask her if she was alright, Oakland had already fallen asleep.
Asch chuckled, unsheathed himself from her and lay down beside her, not letting go.
He would just have to wait for her to wake up.
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“Can you explain to me why you have suddenly decided to go all the way…?”
They were lying down next to each other, minds finally cleared from the passion that had been clouding their senses for the past few months. They have had their night, and now, it was time for them to talk.
“… The Score.”
Meryl frowned. Knowing Asch, he was one of the few who did not abide by it, despite the promises of prosperity brought by it if followed. “What about it?”
“Despite myself not wanting to follow it, the Order of Lorelei, together with the representatives of the King and my Father, has found out something that you should be aware of.” He told her, pulling her closer to him.
She was curious. “What would that be…?”
He let out a small smile escape his lips. “If the circumstances have allowed it… you would’ve been the Princess of Kimlasca.”
She blinked at the revelation. “E-excuse me…?”
She found that hard to believe. How could have that happened when it was evident that she possessed neither red hair nor emerald green eyes? If ever, it would be hard to pass herself up as a member of the royal family of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.
“My cousin, the late Princess Natalia, died as a stillborn. Do you remember that?” when she nodded, he continued. “My aunt the Queen was devastated with the tragedy, and out of desperation to make her happy, her wet nurse had decided to switch you and the dead princess. Unfortunately, the guards found out about it, and the switching did not take place. The wet nurse was to be punished for commit an act of treason, but was spared by my uncle.”
She knew who that wet nurse was, of course.
It was her maternal grandmother.
“You remained Meryl Oakland. If you had become the princess, you would have become my fiancée. Instead, you became a candidate for the position of lady-in-waiting in the future. In this instance, it would have been evident that we would not cross paths. However…”
“We crossed paths.” She finished for him.
“Correct.” He said. “Now, think about it. You, as a princess, would become my fiancée, thus, we end up together. The circumstances are different now, yet the result was the same. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“The Order ruled that they could not prevent the union between a noble and a commoner from happening, more so if the Score foretold it. And… they told us about a rather curious concept as well.”
Meryl gave him a questioning look. “What did they say?”
“The Red String of Fate.” He replied. “It connects two people who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The red string does not break; rather, it only stretches or tangles.”
“What does that have to do with us?”
“… The Order says that it applies to us.”
Now that she thought about it, it did apply to them. It was a match like no other: he was the son of a duke and a princess, the heir to the Kimlasca while she was the daughter of a mercenary and a lady-in-waiting. His blood was truly blue, while hers was red, like everyone else. She was a commoner, while he was a nobleman whose destiny was already laid out for him ever since his birth. Yet, under strange circumstances, they met, they fell for each other and now, to her shock, they were permitted by the Order of Lorelei as well as his father and his uncle to be together.
It seems that their days of hiding under the scrutinizing eye of the nobles were numbered.
“Have the other nobles given their consent in this matter?”
“Not yet. Little by little, Meryl.” He kissed her forehead. “For now, all I need is for your approval to marry me.”
Her eyes literally went wide open from the surprise. “M-marry…?”
“Of course.” then came his trademark smirk. “Why do you think I’ve done the deed with you? I needed to secure you, of course. The heir of Kimlasca has taken you, madam, to bed, and if there is a child… he is next in line to the throne. You wouldn’t want that child be deprived of his divine right to rule the kingdom, right…?”
“Y-you beast!” she hit his chest repeatedly at his rather arrogant way of stating facts. She may love him, but he was still the same old egoistic brat that she had left.
He laughed at her feeble attacks, but turned serious as soon as he caught both her wrists. “Joking aside, I really intended for you to give me your approval to marry me. This time, no one intervenes. We don’t have to spend every Evening of the Seventh alone.”
She nodded.
So he understood what she felt as well.
“If you approve, I will be back by the next month to fetch you. I will be fixing the documents for the civil marriage, and that way, you will have time to think things through. If you do not want to go through with this…” he dreaded to continue, but he knew he had to. “I will understand and respect your decision.”
She shook her head. “No need to look so forlorn, my lord.” She told him. “I… I accept your proposal to… marry.”
The night was just starting, and because there was no rain, the two lovers met again. They have all night to be together, but when the sun comes up, they must part ways and say goodbye. They have to wait yet another year before they can meet up, hoping against hope that it would not rain.
As for the two of them, they, too, only have the whole night to make the most out of it. They have to wait another month before they would be able to see each other again. For many, it may seem as if a breeze had passed by, but not to them.
A year felt like forever.
What more if it was a month?
One night was not enough for them to make up for lost time, and because time was not on their side, they must make the most out of it before the sun comes up…
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Meryl opened her eyes when she felt her bed shift. Sitting up, she looked around and found Asch getting dressed. That morning, his red hair was sticking out everywhere while there were dark circles under her dull emerald green eyes. The lack of sleep from last night was the cause of this, she told herself, smiling at the same time. The events of last night made her shiver in delight, remembering the times when he would kiss her passionately, as well as making her do something… kinky.
She blushed at her antics from last night.
Somehow, it felt… embarrassing.
The blonde woman took a look at her bedside clock. It read seven in the morning.
“Good morning, Asch. Going back so soon?”
“Yes.” He pulled on his pants over his hips and began buttoning it. “I don’t think it’ll be good if they knew that I went over to your place because I couldn’t get a hotel booking at the inn…”
She nodded, understanding what he meant. Despite getting an approval from the Order and the king himself, many nobles wanted their daughters to marry Asch. If they knew that he had preferred a commoner to them, hell would break loose.
“I understand.” She slowly got off her bed, testing her walking ability. She still felt sore from last night, but she knew that it couldn’t be helped. The first time always hurts, and now that it had came to pass, she rather looked forward to more of it in the future. “As for me, I have to go and get ready for work.”
He nodded. “Alright. Take care until I get back.” He hugged her from behind, feeling her body for one last time before he becomes celibate for the meantime. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
“You too.” She tightened her grip on his arms.
The sun was up, and it was back to reality for both of them.
“Goodbye for now.”
“Goodbye… Master Asch.”
I hope you all didn't get all confused with my fanfic... XD; there's actually a sequel to this, focusing next on Luke and Tear, but because of schoolwork... *sighs*
Anyways, if you got confused at some part in the story, feel free to drop a comment. :)
Thanks again for reading!