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It isn’t the first time the Chancellor came calling for you, although a small part of you wishes it was, so that you could deny him.
That’s your official response, although in truth, you’re not so sure you wouldn’t end up in the same position you are now.
That first day, you and the gang decided to spend some time in Lestallum that you could enjoy a moment of downtime. As you stared off the Overlook (likely not a coincidence as it was the last place you encountered the Chancellor), you felt rather than heard footsteps approaching. A whispered threat in your ear had you following him outside of town where he dismantled your walls brick by brick. He had promised it wouldn’t be the last, and since that day, he had come for you at the most inopportune times, this being no exception.
Of course, these encounters leave you in a rather delicate predicament: needing to be absolutely quiet, that the boys won’t discover your salacious secret. That, admittedly, is the worst part. The harder you try to be quiet, the harder he works to break you.
The rest of the boys work on setting camp while you scout the area for any threats when a hand claps over your mouth, the opposite arm winding around your figure and dragging you against a familiar form. Internally sighing, you bite at the hand over your mouth as its owner pulls you behind a large tree.
"How did you even get here?" you demand, anger rising in you. Although, a curious part of you becomes instantly aroused, recalling your last encounter.
"Ah, ah," Ardyn scolds, waving a finger before walking his hand down your body to slip into your shorts. "Insignificant details. Do be quiet, my dear, we wouldn't want your companions to hear you and come to investigate..."
As his surprisingly deft fingers glide over your clothed slit, the look in his eyes tells you that today is going to be a challenge. He grins at you, all teeth, and gods if you don't wish he would sink those teeth into you this round.
A particularly rough press directly on your clit forces a groan out of you, one that you immediately try to stifle with a cough, covering your mouth and biting on your pointer finger. Ardyn simply looses a quiet chuckle, sliding his other hand up your abdomen to tease your nipples through your bra. Your muscles clench and spasm at that, and you fight the urge to cry out at the dual sensations.
"Fuck," you curse quietly, unable to keep it all in. "You're a bastard, are you aware of this?"
The Chancellor's shoulders shake in silent amusement before he presses his larger form to your body, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he answers.
"Oh, dear." The words slither over your skin, lighting nerve endings clear down to your rear aflame. "We can't have you throwing such awful accusations, now, can we?"
You throw him a half-hearted glare; after all, this is highly enjoyable for you and you have zero intentions of cutting your activities short. "No, I suppose we can't. But I know you won't do a thing about it; you love having that power over me, of trying your damndest to make me scream."
To your words, he gives no vocal answer, simply pushes aside your already soaked panties and sinks two thick fingers into you, grazing your inner rough patch as he goes. Your body jerks at the sudden intrusion, muscles fluttering wildly at the sensations he creates as he languidly pushes in and out of your body, always dragging against your spot. The mix of absolute pleasure and the bite of the tree bark at your back is titillating.
You're a panting mess before long, trying to muffle any noise in your hand, your shirt, biting your fingers...anything you think might help. Raw determination and lust paint Ardyn's face as he works you over, adding his thumb to the mix to stimulate your clit in just that way that you love and it sends you careening toward your release.
"Ah, please," you whisper, nibbling his ear, as it's the closest thing to your mouth. Your hands card through his merlot locks, tugging slightly in pleading.
"Mmm, please what?" He's feigning innocence, picking up the pace of his fingers, applying more pressure to your swollen nub.
"Six damn you, Ardyn," you growl, immediately aware of the crunch of dry earth in the distance. You squash the moan that bubbles up as your hips cant to his rhythm, thighs clenching in preparation for you to fall off the edge. "I'm so close, please, just a little more..."
"I do so love to hear you beg..."
His lips meet yours roughly as he swallows the sounds coming from you, unbidden, as his ministrations increase, finally pushing you off into blessed oblivion. He bites your bottom lip with enough force to draw blood, which he laps up with ardor, his hand unwavering in stroking you through your climax. Only when your muscles spasm with overstimulation does he finally slow, eventually drawing the digits from your satisfied channel.
"Exquisite," he says, bringing his hand to his mouth.
You catch sight of your slick coating his fingers and it sends your arousal spiking once more. He knows exactly what you want and offers it to you, roughly shoving them into your mouth to be sucked clean.
As you work to clean up, tongue swirling over his knuckles in a way you know drives him to madness, he disrobes your lower half, freeing himself as well, that he may proceed to the next part of your activities. The cool night air hits your sex and you moan too loudly.
You slap Ardyn’s arm, trying to signal him to stop in what he's doing, but the Astrals-damned man apparently has no mind to do so. Crunching footsteps are getting rather close now, sending your heart rate into what feels like dangerous levels.
This is it. This is how I die, you think.
"Y/N?" calls the soft voice of Noctis. Gods damn it all, it has to be Noct. "Are you out there?"
You choke out a cough. "Uh, yeah, Noct. Just... you know, woman stuff. Cramps and the like. I just need a break to chill, but I saw no threats."
Even without seeing him, you can clearly imagine the scrunched-up face of Noct, unsure of how to proceed on matters of a woman's body. You're only vaguely aware of your companion lifting you, your legs locking around his waist without conscious effort.
"Uh, alright," he finally says, voice unsure. "If you need a potion or remedy or something we have them so just uh, let one of us know. I'll let the guys know you're safe."
You so wish you could laugh at his assumption that you're safe, wrapped in the arms of a madman. So caught up in making sure you wouldn't be discovered, you didn't notice Ardyn position himself at your entrance until he violently thrust into you, forcing a strangled squeal from you.
"Shit! Oh, it's giving me back cramps, too!" you complain a little too dramatically, trying to cover the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as your inner walls are abruptly stretched around the Chancellor's girth. Gods, but the man is thick.
The footsteps fade into silence, and it's then that you feel comfortable turning your gaze to Ardyn. The twinkle in his liquid golden orbs and the smirk about his lips makes you want to punch him... with your mouth... or perhaps today, your fist.
"How can I be of assistance?" he asks, as if his cock isn't buried to the hilt within you, unmoving.
"Move!" You hiss back, kicking at his buttocks in impatience. "You can't just... sit there!"
He hums his dissent, still unmoving. "I'm quite sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Ardyn, if you don't fuck me right now-" you start, but you've no chance to answer as a hand closes around your throat, his eyes wild.
“It occurs to me that you think you’re in charge here,” he warns, applying just enough pressure to threaten.
Insanity envelops you as he pistons his hips oh so slowly, your hips angled just so that he kisses your g-spot with each pass. Fully aware of what he's capable of, you find yourself wanting him to absolutely ruin you. The question was: how to voice it?
"I know, ah... I know you don't like it slow and cute any more than I do." Words are difficult to form as lust hazes your thoughts. You suppose the hand around your throat doesn’t help, either.
Unflappable, Ardyn leans away slightly and gazes upon your form, sweat-sheened and panting, fingers almost to the point of bleeding in the effort to keep your dulcet tones from crossing your lips. Judging his expression, it's a magnificent sight and it seems as though he may reward you today.
"Well, then, my dear Y/N..." he croons. "Tell me what it is you desire."
Really? Of course he would want you to voice it aloud. The man so does love seeing you squirm.
"Please, gods," you pause, the moan fighting to be set free finally tumbling from your cracked lips. They split at the effort, sanguine droplets beading upon them. "Just... shit, wreck me. Do with me what you will."
Feral, lust-darkened eyes spark at your words, a maniacal grin forming upon his rugged face. Suddenly, you're not so sure that you wish your request to stand; Ardyn looks downright diabolical like this. He leans forward, lapping the blood from your lips, fire burning in his eyes.
“Oh, my…” he drawls. “I do hope you’re not getting in over your head…”
When his hands take hold of your hips in a bruising fashion, you know he's going to take your words to heart and prepare accordingly. You quickly pull your shirt up over your breasts and bite down hard upon it just as he pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back in.
Your preparation was insufficient in the face of the extreme pleasure shooting through your veins like a drug. Thankfully, as your back arched and your head threw back into the tree, your mouth opened in a silent scream.
“Don’t deny me the sound of your screams,” your redheaded partner urges, drilling you with fervor. “Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go?”
“I’m not,” you squeak out, words interrupted by a low moan, escaping despite your best efforts. “I’m not f-falling for that.”
He simply chuckles, a dark sound that creeps along your skin, raising hairs in its wake. Your breath speeds, heart rate rising as Ardyn settles into a brutal pace. Even through your shirt, the bark of the tree scrapes your skin and is sure to leave marks. You're too worked up, fighting so hard against the sounds that claw desperately at your throat, rattling the cage you’ve locked them in, as your release builds rapidly.
“Come now,” he wheedles, “wouldn’t you say it’s unfair to hold back when I’m giving you so much pleasure?”
The last three words are accompanied by particularly deep, strong strokes that make stars explode behind your eyelids, thrashing your head from side to side, uncaring that your hair snarls around the tree bark. With you steadied against the tree, he moves to keep an arm about you for support, a hand coming to tease your clit and suddenly the rushing of your blood in your ears is too loud. Your brain fills with fuzz, vision tunneling his face alone, the wicked smile upon lips that suddenly are painted pitch.
It takes but a few hard strokes at your clit and you're gone, forgetting about the vision you’ve witnessed as a second orgasm burns through you and you’re positive you’ve been rendered to ash.
A Cheshire grin splits his face, then, and the sliver of rationality you have left knows you’ve let out a scream and you have precious little time before one of the boys comes to find you. A full ninety nine percent of you cares not.
The Chancellor's hands return to your hips and you hiss at the pressure on the bruises there. He's worked into a fever pitch, thrusting with abandon as he presses you up against the tree, his lips resting at the crook of your neck.
“You wish for me to mark you, yes?” Ardyn murmurs against your heated skin. You nod, but it isn’t what he wants. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” you sob in response, forcing your burning larynx to produce sound. “Please.”
One would mistake him for an attentive lover, always giving you what you desire but you know better. As he slams into you, releasing in your still fluttering heat, his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Pounding footsteps heading your way, your mind too muddled to make out the concerned voice of their owner. Ardyn withdraws from you violently, tossing you to the cooling earth with a smirk. As he leans over you, actually having the decency to restore your clothed state, your world begins to darken in exhaustion. The footsteps draw ever closer.
“….cannot wait…you…Gralea…”
The words fade in and out, your eyes blinking slowly. You struggle to focus.
“…Zegnautus…will show you…actually dealing with…”
The sound of his maniacal laughter fills your ears as your world fades to black.