It is... It is not
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+G to L › Last Exile
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,829
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Last Exile, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
It is... It is not.
Prologue
Rated: NC-17 if you are in the states, R if you are where I am.
Contains: Sex between a superior officer and their far younger subordinate. I tried to get the details of the rooms and potential interactions as accurate as possible. If you see a paradox, point it out! I would be very grateful. The timing should be plausible, I rewatched the series to check. A big thank you to everyone who has commented on my previous fics. WARNING! CRACK!PAIRING AHEAD! Sorry for the annoying author notes.
Disclaimer: Last Exile belongs to Gonzo, the following is a work of fiction that I am not profiting from. I just wanted to show my love for this series.
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We made it to the sofa, just. She was pulling me by the lapels with strength that belied her smaller frame. I pushed her away and removed my coat, my shirt, my sanity. Her top was already discarded at the entrance of my quarters, her overalls a foot away, her hands on my belt. She pulled at the leather and then pushed the fine material of my pants over my hips. Her small mouth was already moving down my stomach. She made me so hard, harder than I’d been in years. Sweet god she was kissing me. My knees wobbled and I clutched at her hair. It was all so undignified.
“Hey! That hurts!”
I let go.
Her glare was spoiled by the pre-cum on her lips, lips scant centimetres from my cock.
“Shut up.”
I drew her close by her shoulders, my hands gentler than my voice. This was the way foreplay was between us. I could never change the way I spoke. She leant backwards, slowly laying herself upon the dark grey upholstery. I’d initially chosen the stormy colour to suit the décor but now it was good for hiding stains. She was already wet. I climbed over her, between her thighs. I propped myself on my left elbow, right hand ghosting down her belly. I kissed her softly will my fingers stroked her hip and then lower. She was making noises into my mouth and I was glad I’d closed the bronze message pipe earlier. I moved my lips to her throat and she moaned at the change of contact. I belatedly remembered to toe off my boots and socks. My pants had already been lost. She moved her legs in small spasms and one brushed my member, sending a shock down my spine. I pushed myself up with a cry and she shrunk back, just a little intimidated. I loved that look, liquid blue eyes glazing over, slightly unsure but too horny to care. I was supposed to scare people, just enough fear made me very attractive.
“I want you.” She whispered.
“Really.” I answered.
It was a statement, not a question. I grasped at my coffee table, pulling a hidden condom from the drawer. She took it, unwrapped it and rolled it slowly onto me. This motion had caused her knees to close so I opened them again. I braced one foot against the arm of the couch, the other on the floor and moved towards her slick entrance, then past it. She arched her back, pert nipples touching mine at the motion. It sent a jolt of lust down my spine. She was slick and tight around me. We kissed again, deep and strong. I plunged forward slowly at first, all the way in and almost all the way out, where the nerve endings were. She started calling to me, in time to our movements…
“Captain, Captain, Captain!”
Her voice was as good as the sex, lower than her normal pitch. The sound was primal, intense. She urged me on and I started moaning into the motion. She began to squeeze herself about me as I withdrew and my thrusts became shallower. Her short nails were clawing at my back and it felt good. It all felt so damn good. At times like this, when I am just about to cum, I feel alive. It’s like preparing for battle. Yes, even when I am in coitus I remember revenge. It is who I am. She’s very different to me.
“ALEX!”
She was shuddering around me now, inner muscles clenching at my dick. Her left hand moved to rub at her clitoris and her legs wrapped around me like a vice. I pushed my elbows straight and lunged into her, as far as I could go. I fell onto her bodily as I came, hips doing their final thrusts as she milked me dry. Our mouths lapped at each-other as the orgasm peaked and faded. After a short moment I slid out of her, it wasn’t a pretty sound. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my side, so we would both fit on the couch. We waited for our breaths to even out. I turned to look at her, brushing sweaty red hair out of her eyes. She gazed up at me and smiled, basking in the afterglow. I said her name as a sigh.
“Lavie.”
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Of course, it didn’t start out like this. An inappropriate relationship with a girl half your age does not begin by chance. It commences with a declaration of mutual interest. It involves nightmares, confusion and loneliness. Even then, that is not the true beginning. I couldn’t care less. I’m going to hell anyway.
We do not love each-other, that is not what this is about.
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The first time I saw her again, saw them, I almost didn’t recognise them. She was just a girl, lying on the ground. He was just a brave but stupid boy. From his behaviour I had guessed him to be the pilot. His bravado lessened by the ground, eyes turned slightly upward toward the sky. I am always right about these things. A navigator is more sensible. The navi picks the missions, the battles and charts their path. Only the navi would be wise enough to be afraid. It took a while for me to notice my vanship behind them. It was an ugly reminder. Even if it hadn’t been, the cargo was mine and I needed it to be on my ship. I’d have left them to die at that stage and I’d have killed them if they had truly gotten in my way.
The way Claus had run after me reminded me a lot of his father. A very just man. He piqued my interest first, flying the way a dead man had flown. I asked him “What do you want to do, in the skies?” Wondering if he was seeking the same end I did. His answer, though he thought it interrupted, was complete enough for me. He sought the Grand Stream. I sought death.
The last time I had seen them they were literally children. Lavie had looked up at me adoringly and I had given her a toy. They had made me think of what a future could be like with Euris. That was back when I had future, now I only have a past and a present. I smiled happily then rather than with wry amusement. I had liked Lavie as a little girl, she was sweet. I’d thought that she and Claus were quite the couple. He had always been observant and sensitive. She had always defended him. Sad that life never remains so simple. After her red-out and subsequent loss of confidence I presumed she would fall into Claus’ shadow.
Still, when my Vice-Captain told me that Lavie had attacked Gale for touching her vanship, I thought, “How interesting.”
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More soon to come. I would appreciate constructive criticism if you have time, thank you for reading my fic.
Prologue
Rated: NC-17 if you are in the states, R if you are where I am.
Contains: Sex between a superior officer and their far younger subordinate. I tried to get the details of the rooms and potential interactions as accurate as possible. If you see a paradox, point it out! I would be very grateful. The timing should be plausible, I rewatched the series to check. A big thank you to everyone who has commented on my previous fics. WARNING! CRACK!PAIRING AHEAD! Sorry for the annoying author notes.
Disclaimer: Last Exile belongs to Gonzo, the following is a work of fiction that I am not profiting from. I just wanted to show my love for this series.
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We made it to the sofa, just. She was pulling me by the lapels with strength that belied her smaller frame. I pushed her away and removed my coat, my shirt, my sanity. Her top was already discarded at the entrance of my quarters, her overalls a foot away, her hands on my belt. She pulled at the leather and then pushed the fine material of my pants over my hips. Her small mouth was already moving down my stomach. She made me so hard, harder than I’d been in years. Sweet god she was kissing me. My knees wobbled and I clutched at her hair. It was all so undignified.
“Hey! That hurts!”
I let go.
Her glare was spoiled by the pre-cum on her lips, lips scant centimetres from my cock.
“Shut up.”
I drew her close by her shoulders, my hands gentler than my voice. This was the way foreplay was between us. I could never change the way I spoke. She leant backwards, slowly laying herself upon the dark grey upholstery. I’d initially chosen the stormy colour to suit the décor but now it was good for hiding stains. She was already wet. I climbed over her, between her thighs. I propped myself on my left elbow, right hand ghosting down her belly. I kissed her softly will my fingers stroked her hip and then lower. She was making noises into my mouth and I was glad I’d closed the bronze message pipe earlier. I moved my lips to her throat and she moaned at the change of contact. I belatedly remembered to toe off my boots and socks. My pants had already been lost. She moved her legs in small spasms and one brushed my member, sending a shock down my spine. I pushed myself up with a cry and she shrunk back, just a little intimidated. I loved that look, liquid blue eyes glazing over, slightly unsure but too horny to care. I was supposed to scare people, just enough fear made me very attractive.
“I want you.” She whispered.
“Really.” I answered.
It was a statement, not a question. I grasped at my coffee table, pulling a hidden condom from the drawer. She took it, unwrapped it and rolled it slowly onto me. This motion had caused her knees to close so I opened them again. I braced one foot against the arm of the couch, the other on the floor and moved towards her slick entrance, then past it. She arched her back, pert nipples touching mine at the motion. It sent a jolt of lust down my spine. She was slick and tight around me. We kissed again, deep and strong. I plunged forward slowly at first, all the way in and almost all the way out, where the nerve endings were. She started calling to me, in time to our movements…
“Captain, Captain, Captain!”
Her voice was as good as the sex, lower than her normal pitch. The sound was primal, intense. She urged me on and I started moaning into the motion. She began to squeeze herself about me as I withdrew and my thrusts became shallower. Her short nails were clawing at my back and it felt good. It all felt so damn good. At times like this, when I am just about to cum, I feel alive. It’s like preparing for battle. Yes, even when I am in coitus I remember revenge. It is who I am. She’s very different to me.
“ALEX!”
She was shuddering around me now, inner muscles clenching at my dick. Her left hand moved to rub at her clitoris and her legs wrapped around me like a vice. I pushed my elbows straight and lunged into her, as far as I could go. I fell onto her bodily as I came, hips doing their final thrusts as she milked me dry. Our mouths lapped at each-other as the orgasm peaked and faded. After a short moment I slid out of her, it wasn’t a pretty sound. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my side, so we would both fit on the couch. We waited for our breaths to even out. I turned to look at her, brushing sweaty red hair out of her eyes. She gazed up at me and smiled, basking in the afterglow. I said her name as a sigh.
“Lavie.”
---------------
Of course, it didn’t start out like this. An inappropriate relationship with a girl half your age does not begin by chance. It commences with a declaration of mutual interest. It involves nightmares, confusion and loneliness. Even then, that is not the true beginning. I couldn’t care less. I’m going to hell anyway.
We do not love each-other, that is not what this is about.
---------------
The first time I saw her again, saw them, I almost didn’t recognise them. She was just a girl, lying on the ground. He was just a brave but stupid boy. From his behaviour I had guessed him to be the pilot. His bravado lessened by the ground, eyes turned slightly upward toward the sky. I am always right about these things. A navigator is more sensible. The navi picks the missions, the battles and charts their path. Only the navi would be wise enough to be afraid. It took a while for me to notice my vanship behind them. It was an ugly reminder. Even if it hadn’t been, the cargo was mine and I needed it to be on my ship. I’d have left them to die at that stage and I’d have killed them if they had truly gotten in my way.
The way Claus had run after me reminded me a lot of his father. A very just man. He piqued my interest first, flying the way a dead man had flown. I asked him “What do you want to do, in the skies?” Wondering if he was seeking the same end I did. His answer, though he thought it interrupted, was complete enough for me. He sought the Grand Stream. I sought death.
The last time I had seen them they were literally children. Lavie had looked up at me adoringly and I had given her a toy. They had made me think of what a future could be like with Euris. That was back when I had future, now I only have a past and a present. I smiled happily then rather than with wry amusement. I had liked Lavie as a little girl, she was sweet. I’d thought that she and Claus were quite the couple. He had always been observant and sensitive. She had always defended him. Sad that life never remains so simple. After her red-out and subsequent loss of confidence I presumed she would fall into Claus’ shadow.
Still, when my Vice-Captain told me that Lavie had attacked Gale for touching her vanship, I thought, “How interesting.”
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More soon to come. I would appreciate constructive criticism if you have time, thank you for reading my fic.