Chapter 19
“Elphaba,” Fiyero’s breath caressed her, sending shivers down their spine. “Am fighting against all my instincts to be gentle, and the harder I try, the harder you’re making it.”
Gentle was one way to put it. He had tried to be gentle for Glinda the first time they were together. According to her that hadn’t been the case. She did reevaluate her statement later on, when he became far more intentionally torturous in his acts. How he would bring her so close to the edge, only to pull her back over and over.
“Well now I’m actually curious,” Elphaba replied, a wicked smirk on her face. “Tell me.”
Sometimes he would do it merely because he was in the mood, which usually meant he would go on for as long as he wanted and there was nothing she could do to convince him to let her fall over the edge. Usually, he would wait till she was a sobbing mess, and when she finally begged (which she never liked to do) he would give in. Then he’d do it again, and again, and again until she couldn’t tell if she was in pleasure or pain. All the while he would whisper to her that she “could take it” and that she “was being so good for him.” The words had a vice grip on her, and when he would inevitably say “just one more, you think you can do that for me?” She would nod her head. Neither of them addressed the fact that while those nights started with Elphaba, it ended with only the two of them.
Then there were the days where the witch was the centerpiece. When they both knew she was the only thing they were thinking about. He would push her to the edge two or three times, then promise to stop if she told him about whatever dirty dream of Elphaba she had most recently, or what she would do if the witch were present. Glinda would often turn sheepish, saying that it wasn’t proper to talk about Elphaba like that. After about two more rounds, she would usually give in. Sometimes it would end there, and other times he would keep going until she had as many orgasms as he had denied her.
That was all while he was short-handed of course. Once he found the shop in town, run by the Quadling Witch, things became far more interesting. She had all kinds of restraints, lubricants, and toys, some enchanted to move and pulse on their own. That had probably led to the answer to Elphaba’s question.
“Are you sure?” Fiyero asked. “It’s not for anyone with shy ears about this kind of thing.”
“Please I spent my formative years in a traveling show primarily in Quadling Country. They aren’t nearly as prudish as the rest of Oz. When Tip and I were bored we used to sneak into adult clubs to watch whatever “artistic intimacy” was on display that night.”
Fiyero had to remind himself not to get distracted. That the imagine in his head of Elphaba watching some beautifully depraved scene would be addressed at some point. Not now though.
“There was this one Friday when Glinda and I had lunch with Shen and Pfannee. They wouldn’t stop questioning Glinda about how she could be friends with you after everything. They reminded her of some choice words she used to describe you. Later she told me that every insult was just her in self-denial. That the more she said she hated you the more she wanted you. So, after we got back from the Ruby Raven that night, I though it would be nice to remind her just how much she wanted you.”
As he spoke, Fiyero’s found hand moved from the desk to the hem of Elphaba’s shorts. She nodded, as he stopped talking, giving himself a moment to take in the way her pulse had jumped at his touch, at the anticipation of what would happen next.
“Words, Elphaba,” He reminded her.
It wasn’t like he was against non-verbal communication. Lurline knew he used it with Glinda more than enough times. Maybe he just wanted to hear Elphaba’s voice after being deprived of it for so long. Maybe he was scared of another miscommunication. Or maybe he liked to see her squirm just a tiny bit, knowing she could crush him under her boot in a second if she so pleased. Unfortunately for him, Elphaba, unlike Glinda, was not the shy kind.
“Touch me,” she said, her voice dark and sultry. “If you want, wherever you want. Just don’t forget to finish your riveting tale.”
Now Fiyero was the one squirming just a tiny bit. He nodded, continuing on as his traveled past her hemline.
“There’s a Quadling store, about three blocks down from the Ruby Raven,” Fiyero went on. “You know it?”
Elphaba let out a gasp, unable to answer as she felt her fingers on her on her clit. She gripped the back of his shirt, steadying herself as he continued his ministrations.
“Yeah, I know it. I know the witch that runs it too. She has some interesting inventory in the back. Can you just, a little higher?”
Fiyero obliged. Elphaba jolted against him. Leaning her head against his shoulder as she let out a breathless moan.
“Like that?” he laughed, knowing from her reaction that he had done exactly what she wanted.
“You have a story to finish,” she breathed out, pulling him as close as possible. “And I’ll be rather disappointed if I reach the end first.”
Was that a challenge? It was his hands. He could slow down or speed up as he wished. If he wanted to drag out the story and her impending orgasm, that was all in his control. She let out another moan, felt her shaking and realized she knew the truth of the matter. He wasn’t going to slow down, not after he waited so long to see her come undone.
“That inventory, it’s very useful. Especially the silk ropes. I don’t think Glinda would have let me tie her up in anything of a lesser quality.”
“Were they pink?” Elphaba questioned, more to amuse him than anything else.
“A beautifully pale shade.”
Fiyero couldn’t help himself as his finger slipped further down entering her. It was no less than a sob that came from her lips as she clung to him. She stilled her hips, trying to give him a fair playing field for the conditions she had set, even if he was making it harder for himself.
“Then I left her with a one of those enchanted toys. It even has a mechanism separate from the object itself, to control the settings. I left it on the lowest setting, and had her list every disgusticified, hideoteous, and horrendible thing she ever said about you. Honestly, I didn’t expect the list to be so long, given the short amount of time you’d been acquainted.”
“Fiyero!” Elphaba cried, letting him know that he was running dangerously close to out of time.
“When she finally said all the ones she could remember, I switched it to the highest setting. Originally the plan was to leave her like that for as many minutes as bad things she had said, but I did want to get some sleep that night, so I only left her like that for thirty minutes or so. I wasn’t even going to do anything else, but she insisted. When I entered her, I could feel how swollen and wet she was. The whole time she promised to be good, that she would never say anything like that about you again. That was my favorite. I’ll bet it was hers too.”
Elphaba’s nails dug into his back, her body seized against his. He could feel her muscles contracting and releasing, as he moved, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. He slowed down as she began to settle, eventually stopping completely. She watched as he slipped his hand from her shorts, and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean.
“Just for the record, edging isn’t really my thing,” she clarified. “But I’m sure we can find something to satisfy the obviously pleasure dominance kink you seem to have.”
Fiyero couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh uncontrollably. He was worried she would hear the story of how he got off on punishing her friend, and possible future lover, for all the horrendible things she said about her, and that her friend equally got off on it, and that she would run for the hills. That she would jump on a train to Emerald City and never see her again. He rarely ever took his games so far with romantic partner, keeping to the rough but generally accepted forms of intimacy. There had been a few discrete places in the Vinkus he could visit, but not so many that he was able to partake often. Glinda being so unorthodox was pure luck, but he never imagined Elphaba would not only be okay with it but seem to have at least a basic knowledge of his preferences.
He wasn’t even thinking when he cupped her face and kissed her. It was rough, bruising against her lips. She reciprocated in kind, biting into his bottom lip. His hands pulled at her clothes, desperately wishing the barrier between them wasn’t there. Only with the burning feeling rising in his lungs did he finally pull away.
“You’re incredible,” he said. “Truly, you were made for me.”
Elphaba wasn’t used to such enthusiastic, unearned praise. She tried her best to push down her smile at the words, but Fiyero saw it, nonetheless. She saw the look in his eyes, shifting as his pupils grew. His hands tugged at her shorts, pulling them and her panties down in one motion. Her shirt followed, as did his own. He grabbed her hips lifting her up from the desk and threw her on the bed. There wasn’t any rush as he admired her body, kissing the green swirls between her breasts. He gently traced the swirls that crested around her areola like a wave. Then a sharp pleasurable pain shot through her, the gentle pads of his fingers replaced with the harshness of his teeth as he nipped and sucked the peak of her breast. His thumb and forefinger offered a similar harsh treatment to the other, pinching and pulling, then rubbing and soothing. He made sure to give equal treatment to both, while his free hand snaked to the familiar spot between her thighs.
“Fiyero,” she cried. “Fiyero!”
He responded by pinching harder, biting just hard enough that he wouldn’t break skin. His fingers below moved faster, curling inwards until he felt her snap beneath him, coming undone for the second time that night. Elphaba was still lost in a haze when he brought his head downwards, and she cried at the overwhelming sensations as he assaulted her sensitive nerves. His tongue went back and forth between penetration and harsh strokes against her clit. When he wrapped his lips around her clit, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or bring her to the edge. Her legs closed in, her body pulling away on instinct. His hands forced her open, pinning her down at the hip, trapping her in. She didn’t know how much more she could take of him. That, of course, was the point. It turned him on, watching her fall apart at the waves of pleasure until it hurt. She rode out her third orgasm with tears welling in her eyes.
This time, he gave her a minute to breath. He relieved himself of the rest of his clothes and climbed on top of the bed. He kissed her, from right below her navel all the way up, peppering a trail to her mouth.
“Hey,” he whispered gently, nuzzling her neck.“ You’re doing so well. Do you feel okay?”
Doing well. She noticed the tense. He wasn’t near done with her. She already felt so spent. It had been a long while since anyone had made her feel this good though, and she wasn't quite ready for it to end.
“Yeah,” she assured him. “I would’ve told you to stop if I didn’t want you to keep going.”
“I know you can take more,” he said, far too sweetly for what she knew was coming. “Just one more, okay?”
She nodded, the pulsing in her core drumming through her.
“Let me hear your beautiful voice,” he said, “say it for me.”
“One more,” her voice was harsh, determined, ready for the challenge.
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he buried himself in her with one hard thrust. The sharp pain mixed with the pleasure in a beautifully twisted way. She was so sensitive from before, swollen against him. She could feel herself winding up again. The coil in her core tightening, more and more. A wonderful pain vibrated through her chest as his mouth and fingers once again found her chest. Her body tried to pull away, even as it craved release. His knee pushed against her leg, pinning her body down.
She was so close, too close. Tittering on the edge, a misery to her body , which both burned at the touch but ached without it. Fiyero slipped his free hand between them, applying just enough pressure to the crown of nerves between her folds and watched her fall. He didn’t let up, thrusting hard and fast, hitting places she didn’t know could be touched before. He watched as she kept falling, felt her spasm around him in the most delicious way. He felt it slow for the briefest of seconds, only to start again. He lost control, his hips snapping erratically as he spilled into her.
He slipped out of her slowly, watching with an odd satisfaction as his fluids dripped out of her. He never let himself finish inside when it was with Glinda. Never felt the want or desire too. He never felt the need to claim Glinda in that way. Then of course, he remembered why he avoid it, because he didn’t want to worry about getting her pregnant. He’d talk to Elphaba about it in the morning, and if she wasn’t already taking some form of contraceptive, they could find an emergency herbal remedy.
“You lied,” Elphaba wispily laughed. “That was two.”
“It wasn’t intended to be, you were just stubborn to prove you could take even more than I thought. I meant it, You really are incredible.”
After they rested, Fiyero set up the shower, letting the water heat up before he brought Elphaba in. Despite her insistence that she could do it herself, he lathered and rinsed her. Fiyero was just as thorough when it came to drying her in his soft fluffy towel and giving her an oversized but clean shirt to wear. When they finally made it back under the covers, he held her with a vice grip, like he was scared she might disappear if she let go.
Elphaba was grateful for it, because she thought the same thing.