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Who: Fran & Balthier
When: Evening
Where: The Strahl
What: Making use of Balthier’s toy box
Rating: NC-17



Fran was nervous. This whole plan could backfire terribly. But she couldn't let her fear show. That was half of the attraction, wasn't it? She was dressed in a cat suit, cat o' nine tails whip in hand. She had made a simple yet sturdy suspension rig, complete with cuffs. Contents from Balthier's toy box were laid out on the bed as she turned the spare bedroom into a make-shift dungeon.

Balthier had been working the streets, as such, thieving easily from rich men and women. Once he was done, he came home and set the Strahl into the sky before going to make himself a sandwich of Behemoth meat. "Fran!! We're out of bread!" he called as he used the last bit and headed to the bedroom, poking his head in and frowning before checking each room. Taking a bite of sandwich, he opened the door to the spare room and nearly choked on his mouthful. "Uh..." Swallowing hard, he blinked a few times.

Fran smirked at him, cracked the whip once in the space between them. "Come in and close the door." She ordered.

"Um... okay..." he set the food he'd made on a nearby table and closed the door, frowning as he looked over everything in the room. Setting eyes on his belongings, he crossed his arms and tilted his head. "I see you've lost the ability to ask permission," he muttered.

"I see you do not know your place." Fran replied as she circled him, hooking the handle under his chin to close his mouth. "Mayhaps you require the gag, hm?"

Balthier quirked an eyebrow and watched her circle him, never once turning around, just tilting his head. "Mayhap you will have to force me to wear it, Viera."

Fran circled him once more, cracking that whip across the back of his legs with a grace and skill that made it seem she had been using one for years.

Balthier hissed and gave her a glare. "You'd do well to watch what you do, woman." He hissed, though a playful smirk found its way to his face a moment later.

"For once, my dear captain and love, you shall be the one following orders." She murmured, resting the whip between her teeth as she ran her hands down his arms, binding them with a temporary cuff.

Balthier chuckled and looked down at his bound wrists, humming slightly. "I wonder... how did you discover my penchant for being bound?"

Fran took the whip from her mouth, throwing it onto the bed for a moment. "I have my ways." She purred, resting her hands on his chest to push him closer to the rig. "The safe word is moogle, my love." She said, slashing through the temporary bind to attach him to the cuffs on the rigging, above and either side of his head.

Balthier laughed slightly and willingly allowed himself to be bound above his head, smiling rather cheekily as he was. "I do so love that word, my dear. At least you chose something I'd never say during this sort of activity."

"I would be worried if you used in for any other reason." She teased, watching him for a moment from under her eyelashes. She moved closer to him once more, slashing through his clothes with her claws, shredding them from his body.

Balthier quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head. "Well... I dare say it is a good thing I've no real love for those clothing," he murmured, chuckling softly.

"I do believe you talk too much." Fran said, retrieving the whip to lash Balthier's chest. She moved in close again, pressing the handle of the whip between his teeth. "Now, be a good boy and hold this."

Balthier hissed as he was whipped then gripped the whip with his teeth, his fingers twitching into fists as he hung from the rigging she'd built.

Fran moved over to the bed, picking up a candle especially designed for such activities. It melted at a lower temperature than regular candle, causing a pleasant burn without truly scolding the flesh. She lit it and twirled it in her fingers as the wax began to melt. She moved over to him, smirking at him as she let the wax drip onto his chest.

A hiss escaped and he almost dropped the whip from his mouth but he quickly caught it and shuddered, his cock twitching at the sting of the wax.

Fran leaned in to lick and kiss the skin as the wax hardened. "Let us see how much pain you can withstand." She purred, letting the wax drip down his stomach, letting another drip land against his length.

"Aghhn..." he gripped that whip hard with his teeth, his skin tingling as his dick swelled in masochistic pleasure. Trembling a little, he looked at Fran with a truly lust-soaked gaze.

"Interesting." Fran crouched in front of him, running her finger along his length before letting more wax drip onto it.

His eyes shut tight as he cried out, dropping that whip as he cock grew to its fullest length, his moan shaking. "Fran..."

Fran picked the whip up, lashing it against Balthier's hip. "You were told to hold it." She hissed, giving him a cold glare. She stood, pushing it back between his teeth.

Balthier groaned a little, his face flushed as he held the whip, a glare set on his own face as he gradually closed his eyes.

Fran moved behind Balthier, dripping wax down his spine, over his buttocks, down the backs of his legs, letting her tongue trace the skin left uncovered by red wax.

Several groans and gasps escaped as the wax covered his skin, hisses escaping at the pain and pleasure of the whole experience. "Nghhh..."

Fran blew, extinguishing the flame, before moving to the bed, picking up a cock-ring; she toyed with it on her fingers for a moment before returning to Balthier, kneeling in front of him. She took him in her mouth for the briefest of moments, before fititng the ring in place.

Balthier growled a little, his length twitching and aching as the ring squeezed him. "Nhh..." He shook his head, his teeth sinking into the whip handle.

Fran stood, holding her hand out. "You may drop the whip now." She said, raking a single claw of her free hand down his chest, hard enough to mark, but not to cut.

Balthier opened his mouth enough to drop the whip and take a deep breath, his skin aching from her claw and from the wax. "Nh... hnn..."

Fran moved to the bed once more, picking up a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. "Mm. Your toy box really does have quite a selection, love." She purred, returning to him, clamping each in place before switching them on.

"Aaaghhn!!" He shook his head, his skin sheened in sweat as he panted hard, his teeth gritted. "Ngh... how observant of you," he muttered.

Fran lashed the whip against his stomach. "I do not believe you were permitted to talk, love." She purred, leaning in to bite his jaw.

A growl of defiance escaped but he said nothing, instead he leaned into her biting, purring a little bit and closing his eyes.

She moved to his ear, giving his earring a light tug, before slapping her hand hard across his backside.

A yelp escaped him and Balthier soon purred against her, smirking a lot. "Mmn..." Okay, so maybe he enjoyed this a lot more than he was letting on.

Fran returned the smirk, moving to stand behind him. She trailed oh so soft kisses along his spine and shoulder blades, before spanking his ass once more, without warning.

A sharper moan escaped and Balthier panted, shivering a little bit. Gods, he wanted to talk, he was the type to banter through sex, but Fran might do something he wouldn't enjoy.

Fran raked her claws over his hipbones, before holding them firmly, pressing herself against his back as she nibbled on his neck. "How does it feel, love?"

Balthier panted lightly, shivering a little more. "Good..." he murmured, his skin flushing as he tilted his head to look over his shoulder at her.

Fran pressed her lips to Balthier's, kissing him tenderly. "You may speak freely." She purred, before stepping back, spanking him again.

"Ahh..." his eyes shut tight and he panted lightly, looking back at her still. "I love you." He exhaled, smiling slightly at his fiancée.

Fran gave a soft laugh. "Mm. I love you too." She poked his nose lightly, before running a claw down his spine. "What toy shall we try next?"

Balthier laughed lightly, shivering to her claw. "Anything, love. You've full control here," he chuckled, finding the position straining on his arms and making breathing awkward.

"Your arm muscles. They quiver." She purred, kissing each arm in turn. "I wonder... how much self control do you truly have?"

"Well, I cannot come with this damned ring on, so I have no worry for self control." He tensed a little bit, breathing shakily.

"But can you control yourself in other ways?" The Viera purred, reaching up to unfasten both wrist cuffs in turn, knowing Balthier could easily remove the clamps and cock-ring once he had the use of his hands, if he so wished it.

A groan of pain escaped as he lowered his arms, rubbing the aching muscles of his biceps. "It depends upon which ways you mean, my love."

"I wish you to stand there without the restraints. Do you think you can?" Fran asked, moving to the bed, looking over all the toys that were laid out there, trying to decide on what to use next.

Balthier hummed slightly, rubbing more at his arms and readjusting a single clamp without truly removing it. "I think I may be able to."

"Mm. I am glad." Fran purred, looking at him lustfully over her shoulder. She eventually picked a toy from the bed. A pink vibrator, similar in size to Balthier's own length, perhaps a little shorter.

Balthier chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. Now, he wasn't really sure whether she had plans to use that on him or on herself so he didn't say a damn thing.

Fran returned to him, running that pink toy over Balthier's lips with a wicked smile.

Balthier flicked his tongue at it before tilting his head, smiling slightly. "I wonder... whom are you to use it on."

"You shall see." Fran stated simply, slipping that toy between his lips.

Balthier opened his mouth and willingly began to slick the toy, knowing that whoever was to take it, it'd need a lot of lubricating.

Fran took hold of Balthier's wrist, guiding his hand to hold that toy so she could step away. She reached back and began to unfasten the zipper of her cat suit, peeling herself of out it to stand naked in front of Balthier, save for her shoes.

Balthier instantly removed the toy from his mouth and hummed slightly, smirking at the naked Viera in front of him. He took a step towards her and brushed his fingers down between her breasts.

"What happened to your self control, love?" Fran asked, pressing her hand against his chest, flicking one of those nipple clamps.

"Ah... I've self control not to remove what you've put on me. Yet, I never said I would not touch you." He muttered, smirking at her.

"Back to your spot, love, less I chain you up again." She teased, taking the vibrator from him.

Balthier pouted and stole a kiss before moving back and leaning against the rigging, crossing his arms over the middle of his body, avoiding the clamps.

Fran gave a laugh, moving to the bed. She pulled the sheet, complete with all the toys, pulling it to the floor, before moving to lay on the bed, sucking on that toy, keeping her eyes on Balthier's.

Balthier quirked an eyebrow, sighing slightly. "If you are to think I shall restrain myself much longer, you've lost all sense, dear," he muttered.

Another laugh escaped the Viera and she shifted, parting her legs, pushing that toy all the way inside her with a gasp.

Balthier gritted his teeth, almost feeling jealous as she did that. With a sigh from his lack of self-restraint, he turned to face away, blushing.

"Watch me, love. Look into my eyes." She purred, pulling that toy almost all the way out, before pushing it right back in, eventually turning it on, quivering a little at the sensation.

"I cannot. I've no control when I watch..." He muttered, tensing at the sound of it being turned on. He knew that sound all too well.

Fran rolled her hips, fucking herself with that toy. "You may remove the clamps and the ring now."

Balthier removed the toys attached to himself, gritting his teeth as he pried the ring off. It hurt so bad... Tensing, he glanced at her before looking away again.

Fran dug her heels into the bed, rolling her hips upwards. "Look at me..." She mewled through her moans.

Balthier swallowed hard and turned to face her, a painfully innocent expression on his face. "This is something I am not comfortable with. I cannot watch... it makes me want."

"So take me, love." Fran purred, locking her gaze on his.

Balthier shifted closer to the bed and knelt over her, kissing her neck gently, reaching down to remove that toy. "This. Is mine." He muttered, soon tossing it to where the other toys lay and sliding his fingers over her sex.

Fran curled her arm around his neck, giving a lusted laugh. "The toy, or my sex?" She purred, rolling her hips.

Balthier nipped her skin. "Both." He replied, rocking against her, his fingers slipping inside her and thrusting slowly.

A soft moan escaped Fran's lips, her hips rolling more to meet those fingers. She pressed her forehead against his. "Did... did I please you?"

Balthier pressed his lips to her, kissing her breathlessly. "Yes. Very much so." He whispered, rocking those fingers more. "Yet, you always do, my love," he added.

Fran returned the kiss, parting her lips to accept his tongue. She slid her hand down to curl around Balthier's rock hard cock.

Sliding his free hand behind her, he toyed at the base of her tail before breaking their kiss and dipping down, sliding his tongue over her slit.

Fran gave a sharp gasp, rolling her hips. "Gods~" She moaned, digging her heels into the bed once more.

Sucking and licking at her clit, Balthier thrust his fingers in and out of her, his other hand relentless on the fluffy tail that twitched and spasmed in his grasp.

Fran writhed and moaned, her hips bucking, her claws raking over Balthier's shoulders. "Oh yes." She moaned, dripping wet, that tongue and wicked hands were working her into a frenzy.

Balthier swapped fingers for tongue and slid his tongue inside her as far as he could, his fingers toying at her clit as he licked at her sex.

Fran clawed at the bed, growling and mewling in pleasure. She threw her head back, crying out his name for the very Gods to hear as she came.

Nudging her clit with his nose as she came, Balthier sat up and swallowed, licking his lips. "Mn..." He leaned up to kiss and bite at her neck, stroking his hands over her beautiful ears. "Have you contraception, love?" He whispered against her neck.

"N-no... We... we do not... I still wish for.... what we spoke of before..." She murmured, leaning into Balthier, stroking his arms.

Balthier grinned at her and kissed her firmly, laughing softly. "I love you." He murmured, reaching down and guiding his precome slicked length against her, rocking his hips to slide deep inside.

Fran gave a gasp as he filled her soaked sex. "Mm. Much better than some toy." She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck, rolling her hips.

Balthier rocked his hips, kissing and nipping at her jaw and neck. "I should hope so, love," he murmured, his thrusts gradually getting deeper and harder, though remaining slow.

She wrapped one leg around his waist, using the other to press against the bed for leverage. "Gods~ You feel so good inside me, love."

Balthier rocked harder, deeper, his eyes closing as he bit at her skin. One hand slipped down to toy at her clit again while the other curled under her shoulders.

Fran moaned and mewled, raking her claws over his back, before pulling him into a heated kiss.

He bit her lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, thrusting harder and faster into her his moans low and constant with each thrust.

Fran curled her tongue around his, moaning into the kiss, those moans becoming panted breaths. She clawed him harder, drawing a little blood.

A hiss escaped and that clawing jutted him much closer to his orgasm that he had to restrain himself from coming. Breaking the kiss, he growled and buried his face in her neck, panting hard.

Fran threaded her fingers through Balthier's hair, stroking his scalp as she moved with him. "You do not wish to come?" She panted, already so close to her second orgasm.

"Nghh... not until... you do..." he growled, his thrusts hard and deep as he toyed with her clit, still holding her under her shoulders as he did, keeping her close.

Fran tilted the man's head to look into his eyes, holding his cheeks. "Ngh... t-together..." She panted, dripping around his length, her body trembling and quivering as her orgasm loomed ever closer.

Balthier gave a nod, his eyes locked on hers as he moved and, even as he cried out her name through his orgasm, he never once closed his eyes or broke his gaze on those crimson ones.

Fran lost herself in those eyes, feeling as though Balthier could see deep into the centre of her very soul as she came, his name escaping her lips like a prayer.

As soon as they'd rode out their orgasms, he collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck and holding her close, almost as if she'd disappear if he didn't.

Fran held him close, threading her fingers through his hair. "I love you." She whispered, running her fingers over those bloodied claw marks, casting a Cure spell over them to stop the blood.

"I love you, too," he whispered back, nuzzling at her neck. Giving one more rock of his hips, he pulled out and settled back against her, trailing his fingers over her breasts. "You are so very beautiful, Fran."

Fran purred softly, picking at the dried wax on Balthier's chest, nudging him with her nose, before looking into those beautiful eyes once more. "I am not beautiful. I am jaded and twisted."

Balthier nipped her lower lip. "As am I, Fran. Yet, you wear it beautifully." He shifted slight and slid his arms under her knees and shoulders, scooping her up. "How about a bath, love?"

Fran curled her arms around Balthier's neck, nuzzling hs cheek. "Mm. A bath sounds most wonderful."

A chuckle came and he carried her out of the room and through their bedroom, then to their bathroom. He rested her on the edge of the tub before beginning to fill the bath. Yet, he decided to clean off the majority of the wax before getting into the water.

Fran pushed herself to her feet, moving to stand behind Balthier, peeling the wax from his back and legs, laughing a little.

"Yes, you laugh, Viera. I shall certainly get back at you for this." He grumbled, removing what wax covered his front.

"I did not hear you complaining." She teased, kissing along his shoulder blades. "Moaning, but not complaining."

"Oh, hush, woman," he laughed, finishing the removal of the wax and turning to hug her close, slapping her backside.

Fran yelped, pressing her body against his. "Cheeky." She purred, stroking his arms, nipping his chin.

"You've no room to talk, Fran," he muttered before pulling away and turning off the water, filling the bath with scented oil and slipping into the hot water with a sigh.

Fran knelt beside the tub rather than getting in. She cupped Balthier's face, brushing her thumb over his cheek." You truly did not enjoy it?"

"Oh, do not be so foolish, Viera. I loved it. Now, get in this tub." He chuckled and offered his open arms to her, smiling softly.

Fran kicked off her shoes, climbing into the tub to settle into the water with Balthier, snuggling into him.

Balthier curled his arms around her, settling back and yawning a little bit. "Fran...?" He asked in rather a questioning way, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.

"Mm?" Fran asked, resting her head on his shoulder. "What is it, love?"

"If we have another child, and it is a boy, what shall we call him? I do not believe naming him Balthier would be necessary now." He muttered.

Fran toyed with Balthier's hair, stroking the back of his neck tenderly. "Mm. I do not know. Let us wait until a child is safe and healthy in our arms, hm? After Hana... I..." She fell silent, staring at the water.

Balthier curled his arms a little tighter around her, snuggling her closer to him. "I understand. It is most like me jumping the gun, as usual." He nuzzled her ear a little, smiling softly. "Do you think about her?"

"I wish for you to be excited. I would worry if you were not." She continued to toy with Balthier's hair. "I think of her often. Yet, I try not to linger on the sad thoughts too much."

"I think of her, too. I doubt things would be all that different, really. Aside from having double the Krja to deal with. That is rather a horrifying thought." He chuckled and kissed her head. "I apologise. I shouldn't be excited for something that is yet to happen."

Fran gave a soft laugh, running her hand over her stomach. "Mayhap it has happened tonight. We shall see."

Balthier nuzzled at her ear, sliding a hand down to rest over her stomach. "When it happens, I refuse to let anyone touch you and I shan't let you out of bed." He joked.

Fran laughed again. "Four months in bed? I shall go crazy. Besides, who shall look after you, hm?"

"I can look after myself. I had to learn how to recently," he mumbled, nuzzling into her and pouting childishly.

"I apologise." Fran murmured, kissing that pout softly. "I should never’ve left."

"It was expected. Yet, I really have not slept with a single person since I promised you." He murmured, cuddling her up.

Fran nuzzled his neck, kissing and nibbling softly. "Then I was right to place my trust in you."

Balthier nuzzled a little back, running his fingers through her hair. "I believe we should bathe properly and sleep. For I am exhausted."

Fran reached for the washcloth, lathering it with soap, before running it over Balthier's chest.

Balthier purred softly, taking the soap and lathering his hands up, running them over her chest and back.

Fran gave a soft laugh, washing every inch of Balthier's skin that she coud reach. "This is nice."

"Mm... I do enjoy the chance to touch you anywhere," he laughed, biting her ear and tugging it playfully with his teeth, giving a soft growl.

"You can touch me anywhere, anytime." She purred, running her hands over his chest. "Yet, I believe you are exhausted, no?"

"Very," he replied, nuzzling into her with a yawn, snuggling her up. However, he reached for the shampoo and began washing her long hair.

Fran purred softly, she did so adore having those beautiful hands in her hair, she stole the shampoo bottle from him to wash his sandy locks in return.

A smile came and once he'd rinsed on her hair and his own, Balthier kissed her nose. "I must sleep, Fran. I'm on the point of passing out."

Fran gave a nod and climbed out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her body, anther one around her hair, before holding a third towel against her chest for Balthier to step into.

Balthier stepped into said towel and snuggled himself up in it before rubbing it over his hair. He dried up pretty quickly and then took her hand and led her to the bedroom, releasing her a moment later for him to settle under the blankets, laying on his front with his back exposed.

Fran shifted onto the bed, leaning over Balthier to kis every inch of his back, running her tongue over those claw marks.

"Nh... Fran..." he mumbled, yawning a little. "Sleep, woman. You've been sated enough for one night." He teased, smiling up at her.

Fran buried her face between his shoulder blades, laughing softly against his skin. "Mm. Sleep sweet, my beautiful Hume."

Balthier mumbled a few incoherent words as his eyes slipped shut and he snuggled into his pillow, falling asleep.

Fran nuzzled his back, letting her eyes fall shut, drifting to sleep.