Laylah (laylah) wrote in roads_diverged, @ 2007-09-18 06:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | final fantasy xii, laylah:judges magister, theme 35: high school |
"Archadia Princess High, Volume 5" (Final Fantasy XII, Drace/Gabranth/Ashe, theme #35: high school)
Title: Archadia Princess High, Volume 5: Triangulation
Author: Laylah
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Gabranth->Drace, Drace/Ashe, Gabranth/Ashe
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HENTAI power dynamics -- kink and exploitation
Theme: #35 high school
Author's note: So, high school. Sort of. In that hentai manga way. Volumes 1-4 don't exist and probably never will, but I like to think you're not missing too much of the plot, if you know what I mean, by just having this part. ^_~
Archadia Princess High, Volume 5:
Triangulation
Orphaned by a car accident, Ashelia had to leave her prestigious high school, and start over on scholarship at the rival Reage Academy. Once she's there, though, she finds herself taken in by a sophisticated older girl named Drace -- who's determined to make Ashe into her willing sex slave!
Reluctant at first, Ashe finds herself growing more used to Drace's demands as spring term wears on, and even misses her when they're separated by summer break. But now she's back for the fall term, which promises to be even tougher than the spring: she'll have to keep her grades up, compete on the archery team, and satisfy a mistress who won't accept anything but the best.
How's a girl supposed to keep up?
It's shameful how much she's gotten used to this, Ashe thinks, but maybe people can get used to anything, if everyone around them acts like it's normal. By now all it takes is one message -- Drace texted her this afternoon when classes ended, and the message said 9:30pm tonight -- for her to completely rearrange her schedule. She skips archery practice so she can study in the afternoon, eats dinner by herself so her classmates won't ask why she's nervous, and finishes up her homework by nine so she'll have time to take a shower before she goes upstairs.
Drace has one of the nicest rooms in the girls' dormitory, on the top floor at the end of the hall. She's not only a senior, she's president of the Student Council, and sometimes it seems like there's nothing she can't do here. Ashe presents herself at the door, straightens her uniform skirt nervously -- despite why she's here, she has to look presentable when she arrives, or there'll be trouble -- and knocks on the door just as the clock at the end of the hallway ticks from 9:29 to 9:30.
"Come in," Drace calls.
Ashe opens the door -- and then stops right there in surprise, staring. Drace has a boy in her room, another upperclassman, sitting in the armchair across from her sofa and completely relaxed, like he has every right to be there, even though they're never allowed to bring boys upstairs to their rooms.
"Close the door," Drace says calmly, "and lock it behind you."
"But --" Ashe starts. Drace raises an eyebrow. Ashe does what she's told. She's not in any hurry to make Drace angry with her again, not after last time.
"Ashe," Drace says, beckoning her to come closer, "this is Gabranth, head of the Disciplinary Committee."
"How do you do," Ashe says, bowing slightly. She's heard about him from her classmates, of course -- everyone gossips about him and Drace being a couple, and Ashe hasn't exactly been able to tell anyone that wasn't true -- but she's never actually met him before. He's as handsome as the other girls said, and he looks friendly -- friendlier than Drace right now, really.
"How do you do," he says, and smiles. "Drace has told me all about you." It's not even a terribly knowing smile, but Ashe blushes all the same.
Drace's satisfied look makes it worse. "It's Gabranth's birthday," she says, "and since he's very special to me, I thought I should give him something he would enjoy. You're going to help."
"Help?" Ashe says. Her stomach is in knots, which is awful, but what's worse is that she can feel herself getting hot between her legs at the way they're watching her.
"Take off your blouse," Drace says.
Ashe's fingers are clumsy on her buttons, and she keeps wanting to cringe from Gabranth watching her. When she slips her blouse off her shoulders, she can't help trying to cover herself with her arms across her chest, even though sometimes Drace gets impatient with her for that.
Only -- when she looks up, Gabranth isn't looking at her breasts. "How long have you had her collared?" he asks, and Ashe's hand flies to the lock at her throat.
"Three months, maybe," Drace says. "I put it on her so she wouldn't forget me while I was on holiday between terms." She smiles at Ashe, kindly, the way she does when she's been demanding all evening and Ashe has done everything she says. "She'd earned it, after she'd worked so hard all spring term to learn to please me."
"Show me," Gabranth says hoarsely.
"Why do you think you're here?" Drace asks. "Ashe, take off your skirt."
Six months ago she wouldn't have dreamed of doing this. Even three months ago she might have argued. Now Ashe fumbles with the button at her waist, pulls down her zipper, and lets her skirt flutter down off her hips. She doesn't have enough hands to cover herself, not really.
"She's awfully shy, isn't she?" Gabranth says.
"We're working on that," Drace says. "She can be quite shameless, with the right motivation. Come here, Ashe, and let Gabranth see how pretty you are."
Ashe steps out of her dropped skirt, careful not to catch the heels of her boots on it, and walks over to stand between them nervously. The underthings she has on tonight are a set Drace bought for her, pale blue silk, almost sheer, much less modest than anything she had before she came here. She fidgets, wanting to cover herself and fairly certain she's not allowed to, now that she's been told to let him look.
"Good girl," Drace purrs, in that tone of voice that always gets Ashe's attention. She sits up straighter, uncrossing her legs, and points to the floor between her legs. "On your knees."
"Please," Ashe says, as she kneels, and then can't decide how to continue.
"One request," Drace tells her, "and then I expect you to do as you're told otherwise."
When she's only allowed one, it means Drace has already decided what they're going to do -- she can work around just about any one thing Ashe can ask for. So Ashe says only, "Please don't keep me on the floor for long," because it's never comfortable when she has to service Drace on her knees, and that's probably a simple enough request that Drace won't decide to come up with something worse to punish her for it.
"Done," Drace says, and she looks pleased. She leans forward to seal the bargain with a kiss, her mouth hard and demanding, her hands coming up to cup Ashe's breasts possessively. She strokes Ashe's nipples through the silk, and Ashe's eyes flutter closed -- and then Drace pinches, hard, so that Ashe can't help but whimper. Her back arches toward Drace's hands, and her hands clutch helplessly at Drace's thighs before she remembers to cross them behind her back like she's been taught.
"Louder," Drace murmurs against her mouth. "I'm not the only one who wants to hear you tonight." She twists Ashe's nipples between her fingers, and Ashe moans.
"You like how it feels, Ashe?" Gabranth asks, his voice rough and warm. Ashe looks up at Drace, to make sure she's supposed to answer, and Drace nods.
"Yes," Ashe says. Her cheeks feel hot. "It f-feels good."
Gabranth makes a low humming noise. "Drace is a good mistress, isn't she?"
It's not like she can say anything else, is it? Ashe nods. "Yes," she whispers.
Drace smiles at her. "Good girl, Ashe. Now. You can get up off the floor as soon as you tell Gabranth how your cunt feels right now."
"Oh god," Ashe whispers. She ducks her head, cringing, her shoulders hunched. As if she could hide between Drace's thighs. "It -- it's --"
"Speak up," Drace says, tilting Ashe's face back up with strong fingers under her chin. "Keep your hands where they are, and turn around. Look him in the eye and tell him."
"Please," Ashe says, but she doesn't really expect any mercy. She shouldn't have hesitated. Drace always makes things worse for her if she doesn't do what she's told.
She turns around, awkwardly, still on her knees. Drace's hands stroke her arms, cup her breasts as she tries to bring herself to look up and meet Gabranth's eyes. He's watching her hungrily, completely focused, his lips parted and his eyes intent. "It feels," Ashe manages, and squeezes her eyes shut. She feels flushed. "It --"
"Open your eyes," Gabranth says.
Ashe opens her eyes, and blushes harder when Drace unhooks her bra and slips it free, and she can see Gabranth looking at her breasts. Her nipples are hard, and between her legs -- "It feels hot," she says, before she can lose her nerve again. "Wet, and -- and tender." She squirms; talking about it is making it worse.
Drace curls one hand in her hair and pulls, just hard enough to make her ache more. "You want me to play with that sweet little cunt?"
"Yes," Ashe says helplessly.
Gabranth licks his lips. "I want that, too," he says. "I want to see it. Want to watch Drace make you come."
"I think we can give you that," Drace says. She lets go of Ashe and sits back. "Come up here, Ashe," she says. "On your hands and knees, over my lap."
Ashe is shaking, just a little, when she gets up, when she crawls up onto the couch. Drace pets her, strokes her skin, coaxes her into a totally exposed position with her ass in the air for Gabranth to see, and her knees parted as much as the couch will allow. Ashe whimpers when Drace's knuckles press against the silk of her panties, between her legs.
"Soaking wet, aren't you?" Drace says. Ashe nods, head down, cheeks burning. "Speak," Drace tells her. "If I have to remind you again, you will not enjoy the rest of this evening. You are here to please us both, not only me."
"I'm sorry, Drace," Ashe whispers. She takes a shaky breath and tries to get the words out without stammering. "Yes, I'm -- I'm soaking wet." Her voice cracks. "For you. For the way you t-touch me."
"God," Gabranth says softly. "Drace."
Drace hooks her fingers in the elastic waist of Ashe's panties and pulls them down, and Ashe whimpers. Drace likes to put her on display, likes to have her exposed -- sometimes she has to wait bent over the desk in here, skirt up and panties down with one of Drace's toys in her, until Drace is ready to play with her -- but she's never actually been shown off for someone else before. She wishes it didn't make her feel so hot, wishes she didn't always wind up being just as greedy for it as Drace tells her she is.
"Good girl," Drace says, fingertips holding her spread, holding her open so Gabranth can look at her. "You shaved right before you came down here, didn't you?"
Of course she did. That was one of the very first rules. Ashe nods, and then realizes why Drace is asking. "Yes," she says. "Just now. Right before I got dressed to come up here."
"You weren't always so obedient, were you?" Drace asks. Her fingers slip into the slick between Ashe's legs, spreading it around. "I had to teach you to be this good. And you're grateful for the lessons, aren't you?"
"I am," Ashe says. She knows better than to disagree. "You've been so, oh," and for a second she can barely speak, as Drace's fingertips settle against her clit and stroke, "so g-good to me."
Drace hums, her other hand resting warm against Ashe's back as she keeps teasing with the one between Ashe's legs. "You're lucky tonight, little princess," she says. "Gabranth wants to watch you come, so I'm not even going to make you earn your first one. Come whenever you're ready."
Ashe nods. "Thank you," she says, even though she's pretty sure Drace will make her pay for it later, and then she stops worrying, for now, stops thinking about anything except the way Drace touches her. For once Drace is straightforward about it, not teasing, not pausing to see if Ashe will beg for more. It's mercy, and Ashe knows it -- the even, unhurried pressure of Drace's fingertips, drawing her tight, until she can't think about anything but the pleasure building there. She can hear herself moaning, making little needy sounds that get muffled by the couch cushions -- she used to be so quiet, but Drace likes to hear her, so she's learned to make noise. Not long, she won't be long now, her thighs trembling and her whole body tense and Drace not stopping, just giving her exactly what she needs until -- until -- she sobs, whimpers when she comes, pleasure so strong it almost hurts, and she can hear Gabranth moan, too.
"You like what you see?" Drace says after running her hand down Ashe's thigh. She sounds pleased, and -- touched? Ashe wonders if she's hearing right.
"Of course," Gabranth says. His voice is hoarse. He laughs, like he can't quite get enough breath. "How could I not?"
Drace pulls Ashe's panties down the rest of the way, and Ashe lifts each knee in turn so Drace can get them off her. "Do you want a closer look?"
Ashe feels her stomach lurch with nervousness -- here she is bent over Drace's lap in nothing but her school boots, spread open and slippery and now -- "Drace," she whispers, "please --"
"You've already had your chance to bargain tonight," Drace says firmly. "I expect you to cooperate." She moves, does something with her hands behind Ashe's back, and then says, "Open your mouth."
Ashe does, and Drace pushes her panties into her mouth to gag her. The silk is sopping wet, heavy with the taste of her fluids. She whimpers, shies away, tries to sit up, but Drace's hands are hard on her wrists and the nape of her neck.
"Be good," Drace says. "We'll take good care of you, but you will do as you're told."
She knows she will. She's been doing everything Drace told her to for months, and sometimes she even catches herself feeling grateful for the way Drace treats her. But she still can't help flinching a little when she hears Gabranth's voice again, much closer this time: "She's lovely. I -- you know it's hard to resist the temptation to --"
"Go ahead," Drace says. "I wanted to give you something you could enjoy."
Gabranth touches her, hands on the backs of her thighs, and Ashe can't help flinching. She's never so much as kissed a boy, and now Gabranth is -- is touching her where only Drace has ever touched her before, his hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs, his thumbs tracing her folds and holding her open. "So tempting," he breathes. "Such a sweet little pussy." He lets go of her with one hand, and says, "May I?"
He's not asking her. Drace's grip on Ashe tightens. "Yes."
They can't possibly mean what that sounds like, can they? Only then Ashe hears the rustle of cloth behind her, and the couch cushion dips between her knees with Gabranth's weight, and she squirms, whining into her gag --
"Hush," Drace says. "You've liked everything I've put in your cunt so far. Don't shame yourself by acting frightened now."
Ashe trembles as she feels Gabranth's cock slide between her legs, rubbing her there where she's already slick from Drace making her come, and then he's pushing at her, just a little, not quite pushing hard enough to go in but enough so she knows he's going to, and she moans --
And Gabranth does push, and she's full of him, thick and hard and hot. "God," he says. "God. She's so tight."
"I'm not surprised," Drace says. "Your cock is much bigger than anything else she's had in there before."
Gabranth shudders, hard enough that Ashe feels it, his hands tight around her hips. "You -- you gave me --"
"Her first," Drace finishes for him. "Isn't that right, Ashe?"
Ashe nods, whimpering her assent into the makeshift gag. Never, she'd never, and now Drace has given her virginity to Gabranth without asking -- without even telling her beforehand. It should make her angry -- she's trying to be angry -- but Drace lets go of her nape and reaches beneath her body to pinch her nipples, and Gabranth starts to thrust inside her, and she arches into their touch all the same.
"Can you last," Drace asks, "until she comes again?"
Gabranth laughs that breathless laugh again. "I'll try," he says. "You're too good to me."
Drace makes a little humming sound as her hand slides down Ashe's belly. "You've been so understanding," she says. "I wanted you to know how much I appreciate it." Her fingers press against Ashe's clit again, and the angle is more awkward like this but Ashe thinks that won't even matter, when she feels so full and aching and -- and used, like Drace thinks of her as a possession to be shared at whim. She wants to be angry, but instead the heat she feels is the kind that makes her nipples taut, the kind that makes her feel tender and swollen where Drace touches her, where Gabranth fills her.
"I don't know, ah, if I can hold out for long," Gabranth says, stroking Ashe's hip. "That sweet little pussy of yours just feels too good, Ashe."
Ashe moans. She can feel herself flushing hot at the way he talks to her. It shouldn't feel so good, it shouldn't --
"You won't need to," Drace says calmly. "Ashe, you're going to be a good girl and come when you're told to, aren't you?"
Ashe whimpers, nodding. She'll do her best, she really will -- this is one of the hardest orders to follow, but if she doesn't come when Drace says so, then she'll probably spend the rest of the night being teased to the edge and not allowed to finish. Maybe the next few nights, if Drace really wants her to be sorry. So she tries to hurry it, shifting to search for the best angle, clenching the muscles inside her -- and Gabranth seems to like that, moaning and holding on tighter -- and she was afraid that the way he thrusts would be too distracting, make it hard for her to finish, but now -- Ashe whines through her gag, turning her head to push against Drace's arm, pleading, because she's close, so close, and Drace laughs.
"Good girl," Drace says, "you see? I knew you'd like it. You want to come now, while Gabranth fucks your pretty cunt?" She barely even waits for Ashe to nod before she goes on, "Do it, little princess. Come all over him. Make his cock feel good."
Now, now, she needs it now, needs to do as Drace tells her and -- Ashe squeezes tight and Gabranth curses and then she's there, trembling around him and writhing as he drives into her, hard -- and by the time she can't stand it anymore and Drace stops stroking her at last, Gabranth has gone still inside her, and she thinks that means that he -- she can't let herself finish the thought.
"Thank you," he says hoarsely, and Ashe thinks he might not be quite steady either, thinks some of the trembling she feels might be from him. "God, Drace. Thank you so much."
"My pleasure," Drace says. She lets go of Ashe's wrists, and strokes her hair instead. "You've been very good tonight, Ashe. You're probably getting tired now, aren't you?" She waits until Ashe nods, and then makes a sympathetic little humming noise. "There's just one more thing I'll ask of you tonight, then. I want you to give me your mouth, and if you're clever and attentive with your tongue the way I know you can be, then I'll let you have Sunday all to yourself if you want it. Does that sound fair to you?"
She hasn't had an entire Sunday free of Drace's demands since summer break. The idea of having that much time to herself, time to relax and not worry about what might be asked of her and when -- Ashe nods, and makes an embarrassing little pleading noise. Drace reaches down to pull Ashe's sodden panties out of her mouth, and Gabranth pulls out of her, and it's odd to feel so empty all at once.
While Ashe is still swallowing to try to make her mouth feel less dry, Gabranth says, "I should be going, I suppose."
And Drace, who's never been nervous about anything in the months that Ashe has known her, sounds almost shy when she says, "You don't have to."
"Going to make damn sure this is a birthday I don't forget, aren't you?" Gabranth says. He moves, the cushions shifting as he rises. "I'll certainly stay, if I'm welcome."
Later Ashe thinks she'll see if Drace will tell her what's going on here, but not now. Now she needs to just get through this. She watches Drace lean back against the arm of the couch, pulling up her skirt, pushing down her panties and sliding them off. She doesn't shave completely the way she has Ashe do, but she keeps a neat, close trim that leaves her nearly as bare. She props one leg up on the couch, spreading herself open with her fingers, and she glistens wet. For a second she looks past Ashe, toward Gabranth, but Ashe doesn't look back to see why. Thinking about him now will only make her nervous, and she shouldn't let herself get distracted.
Instead she leans forward, rubbing her face against the smooth leather of Drace's boot and then the soft skin of Drace's inner thigh. Her mouth waters when she gets close, the scent rich and heady, and she leans in to taste.
Drace is very certain of what she likes, when Ashe does this for her -- she wants very focused strokes, all of Ashe's attention on one spot. At first she always held Ashe down for it, to make sure she did it right, but they longer this has gone on, the less often she's done that, and now Ashe isn't surprised to be left free as she settles between Drace's thighs. She closes her eyes so she can concentrate, licking carefully at Drace's clit.
"Yes," Drace whispers, trembling, her breath shaky. She never takes long when she's made Ashe work hard for her first, like that makes her too impatient to last. Her thighs flex, and she pushes toward Ashe's mouth.
"Beautiful," Gabranth says, and his voice is low, almost reverent. "So beautiful, Drace. Show me."
Drace keens, a high sound in her throat, thin and needy. Usually Ashe wouldn't dare do this without being told to, but the way Drace sounds right now makes her bold -- she reaches up, carefully, and slides two fingers into Drace's wet heat. "God," Drace says, "ah, you -- getting presumptuous, aren't you?" But she doesn't say stop, and she tightens around Ashe's fingers the way she does when she really wants this, so Ashe pushes up against the rough spot inside her and keeps licking, and Drace whimpers and moans and shivers and then comes, bucking against Ashe's mouth, tight and hot and slick.
Ashe is almost afraid to look up, afterward -- Drace could still be angry with her for that, couldn't she? But when she slides her fingers out, Drace pets her hair, and sighs like she's pleased. "My sweet princess," she says. "You make me so proud."
"Thank you," Ashe murmurs, against the crease of Drace's thigh. She feels warm inside, her chest tight, and she knows it's not right but she's happy, right now, and she thinks she's earned that.
"And you?" Drace asks. She's still stroking Ashe's hair. "Has it been a good present? Are you satisfied?"
"The best," Gabranth says, "as I'm sure you know. Though to be honest, after watching that, I'm not sure satisfied is exactly the word."
Drace laughs. "You want more?" She cups Ashe's face in one hand and tilts it upward, her thumb stroking Ashe's bottom lip. She's smiling faintly, and Ashe smiles back. "I'm afraid I've already told Ashe she would be done for the night, and I'd hate to go back on a promise."
The words come out before Ashe has really thought them through. "I don't mind," she says. "I mean, I -- if you --" and then she hesitates, blushing hard.
"You'd like to service Gabranth again, princess?" Drace says.
Ashe drops her eyes. "It's okay," she says. It's what Drace wants, isn't it?
Drace lets her go, still smiling. "Turn around, then," she says, and when Ashe does, Drace pulls her down so she's lying with her back against Drace's chest, facing Gabranth. "Come here," Drace says to him, sliding her hands under Ashe's thighs to lift them and spread her open again. "Lovely girl," she murmurs, as Gabranth settles between Ashe's legs. "You're so good to me."