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In which Balthier experiences Viera Mating Rituals first hand

(Yes finally XD)

Warning: Language and Adult Situations

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The look that Fran gave Balthier invoked a profound sense of fear from deep within him. There was a mystifying aura about her and she cast an air that hinted a threat of danger. The look Balthier saw in Fran’s eyes was a look hunger; the hunger of a fierce beast that has not eaten in a great while.

When the Viera started stalking slowly towards Balthier, he unconsciously took a step back. Balthier’s heart started pounding as if it were trying to escape from his chest. Fran walk towards him with slow gracefully calculated strides. Balthier might have appreciated the beautiful and elegant way she moved if he hadn’t felt like he was being stalked like a damned happy bunny.

Balthier stood perfectly still as Fran approached him. When her hand reached out to bush his shoulder Balthier jumped a bit. The flinch brought an impish smile to the Viera’s lips. Fran’s hand trialed lightly across Balthier’s chest and she moved to come around behind him. Her other hand came around and brushed his cheek and traced the line of his jaw.

Balthier felt Fran’s cheek rub against the back of his shoulders and neck. He felt her as she deeply inhaled the sent of his flesh. He felt her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled and noticed a purr like roll to the breath.

“Fran?” Balthier’s trembling breath whispered “What on Earth is going on with you?”

But Fran did not answer.

Balthier drew in a breath as Fran’s hot wet tongue flick out to taste his skin. Her mouth closed around the ever quickening pulse in Balthier’s neck as her tongue sought to taste this soft flesh as well.

This all might have been very erotic for Balthier if not for the fact he feared his throat was about be torn out.

“Fran?” his whisper nearly inaudible.

Balthier felt one of Fran’s long fingers press against his neck just under his jaw back by his ear, and then suddenly she made a quick movement pulling her hand away. Balthier felt a sharp pain where Fran’s finger had been pressed. Shocked he pulled away. His hand reached up to touch where Fran had scratched him and felt wetness. He looked at his fingers and saw that he was bleeding. Balthier turned to look at Fran, seeing her licking his blood off her own fingers. His eyes went wide.

Fran spoke, but the single world she uttered was hardly understandable with the growling purr that shrouded it. “Run.”

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Balthier ran.

He ran flat out, and his mind was racing even faster than his legs, trying to comprehend the thought of himself fleeing from the closest friend he’d ever had. The notation made absolutely no sense.

Balthier cleared the zone lines they had set up around their camp to keep the fiends away. He turned and quickly strengthened them and set up a barrier, knowing well and good the effort was futile. It might slow Fran down a bit but wouldn’t stop her. She had decades more experience in magicks than he, maybe even centuries for all he knew since no one really knew exactly how long Viera lived.

After Balthier made is meager futile attempt at a barrier he paced frantically about the camp, trying to think, trying to reason things out logically. “This is madness.” he thought out loud. “Insane! Viera don’t just attack people for no reason. There must be a logical reason. Fran has been acting strangely all day.”

Balthier’s mind went back to moments ago seeing Fran with that crazed look in her eyes, like that of a wild untamed beast that’s been caged for a very long time. It was if that beast had finally been unleashed, and it was hungry. Very, very hungry.

“But what is she hungry for?” Balthier wondered. “Viera don’t just attack people and Fran would never hurt me…” The pain in Balthier’s neck where Fran had scratched him flared as if to remind him. “Well she wouldn’t hurt me badly…” Balthier thought but then reconsidered... He didn’t know that for sure either. She seemed to be in some state of Berserk… only he didn’t sense any Bloodlust like one usually sensed around beings in the Berserk status…. “Well she won’t kill me.” Balthier determined. “It didn’t seem like she wanted to kill me…so there must be something else… something that has to do with being Viera. Gha! Damn it all to Hell! If only there where more information about Viera! Fran never tells me a damn bloody thing!”

Balthier didn’t have anymore time to think. The loud sound like electricity surging let him know that Fran was at the barrier trying to get through.

Balthier instinctively grabbed for his gun. However, once he had a hold of it, he paused.

“What the hell am I going to do with this?” He thought “I’m not seriously considering shooting her…am I?

Balthier had no time to be torn, the barrier surged once more and dissolved. Fran was on him in an instant. Balthier hardly saw her coming. He was on his back in a blink, wind knocked out of him, weapon skittering off out of reach.

Fran had him pinned. She buried her face in his neck below were scratched him and deeply inhaled the sent of his flesh and blood. As she exhaled, there was the same purr like roll to her breath Balthier had heard before. Fran’s panting had a soft growling purr to it like that of a large cat. She was all over him, hands roaming his upper body as if they had minds of their own.

It took a second or two for Balthier to register Fran wasn’t hurting him. There was not pain, only the subtle sensation of Fran touching and caressing his body as if she needed to touch him as much as she needed to breathe. Once Balthier figured Fran wasn’t going to eat him, feeling quite silly indeed for thinking so in the first place, he calmed down a bit and worked to get his mind thinking rationally once again.

“Well she’s not tearing me apart.” Balthier thought out loud. “That’s a plus…Time to get to bottom of this. Fran.”

Balthier tried to get the Viera’s attention but she seemed to be quite preoccupied rubbing herself all over him.

Balthier had experience with being ignored from when he first entered the Military Akademy on his track to becoming a Judge. He gained little respect and regard from the other cadets because they took him for pencil neck scholar who was a pampered spoiled rich boy that only got into the Akademy because his daddy was buddies with the Emperor’s son. He had often been ignored when he had had some thing to say. Thus he learned how to make himself heard.

“Fran!” His voice not shouting but firm, commanding and resounded into the night.

Fran stopped cold and her head shot up abruptly.

“Fran darling can you please tell me…” Balthier’s words stop as Fran sat up and he noticed something was amiss. “Fran! What on Earth has become of your clothing?”

Fran didn’t answer him; she only stared at him with that same hungry look in her eyes. Though, Balthier took note that the look was not quite as intense as it was before.

Fran slowly lowered herself brining her face close to his. Close enough to kiss him, but she didn’t. She instead turned her head to rub her cheek against his, her purring breath rolling in his ear. Her head then moved to nuzzle his neck.

“What is this?” the confused Arcadian asked “Some Viera idea of courtship?”

Fran moved her head down to rub her cheek against Balthier’s chest, nestling her head there, she looked up at Balthier with hungry, lust filled eyes.

“It is isn’t it!” exclaimed an exasperated Balthier when it finally all clicked “That’s what this whole crazy ordeal has been about?!” It was all very clear to him now and he cursed himself for not picking up on it earlier. He also cursed the fact that Fran hadn’t given him so much of a warning something like this was coming over her.

“Oh Bloody fucking Hell!” Balthier swore out loud “Dear sweet mother, may your soul rest in peace, forgiving me for swearing in the presence of a lady, I know you taught me better, but Gods help me this woman drives me absolutely mad and at the moment she is acting like no lady I’ve ever met.”

Fran gave a grinning throaty laugh.

“It’s not funny.” Said Balthier in a scolding tone, “I’m sure you’re amused to no end but I sure as hell am not.”

Fran of course paid no attention to Balthier’s grievances and proceeded to continue rubbing, caressing and fondling her way over Balthier’s body.

Balthier smiled slightly, knowing there was no use in getting angry at Fran now. “Well, maybe a little bit amused…But damn it woman! If you wanted to fuck you should have just said so out right.”

Fran decided to take that moment to rip Balthier’s shirt open. She looked down at his now exposed chest with an excited look, like a child that had gotten exactly what she wanted for her birthday.

“Well there is that too...” Balthier commented.

Fran proceeded to rub her cheek over the now bear flesh with great enthusiasm.

“I’ll have you know I rather liked that shirt.” Balthier said becoming more amused by the moment at Fran’s actions. He was use to seeing her so calm and reserved. It was interesting seeing her like this. “When we get back to the city, you’re buying me a new on—Hah--!”

Balthier’s words were cut off by the sensation of Fran’s hot wet tongue running over one of his nipples.

Balthier closes his eyes, riding the pleasurable sensations. Forgetting that only moments ago he had been frightened half to death and terrified at the thought of being torn to shreds by this same woman.

His mind began drifting. How many times had he dreamed of something like this with Fran secretly within the depths of his consciousness? True he actively and openly flirted with Fran constantly, but he now realized that he had given up seeing anything come of it. True though she never did anything to discourage him from his advances, he had taken her lack of encouragement as a sign she wasn’t interested in him in that way. He could respect that, but still, it was fun to flirt and his courtship of her just became an amusing form of entertainment for him. What did this all mean? Was this just some kind of wild instinct and she would have jumped the first man she had come across or did she have a general interest in him? Perhaps he had misread her unresponsiveness and it wasn’t lack of interest, but lack of knowledge. Perhaps Fran simply didn’t yet know how to flirt the way Humes did.

Fran closed her mouth around the small hardened nub and sucked gently while continuing to run her tongue over it. Balthier began finding it very hard to think straight as Fran’s caressing started to become more and more eager and anxious. He let out a moan as his hands go up to bury themselves in Fran’s wild mass of long thick hair. He was amazed at how soft it was, like strands of pure silk between his fingers. Balthier cracked his eyes open slightly. Fran’s silver hair was shimmering in the light of the full moon and her whole body took on a soft glow. Balthier’s thoughts returned to earlier when he had seen Fran all a glow on the edge of the sea after that entrancing dance. She had been so beautiful. So incredibly stunning…

Balthier was wrenched out of his side thoughts by a subtle sharp pain. His eyes shot completely open as a gasping cry escaped his lips. She’d bit him. However, the pain was quickly soothed over with a soft caress of lips and tongue.

Fran’s eager caressing movements became more frantic as she moved over Balthier’s body. Her nails raked over Balthier’s chest and he drew in a breath as shallow scrape marks trailed in their wake. The scratches weren’t as deep as the one she had made in his neck, but enough to break the first layer of skin leaving visible marks. This cleared Balthier’s head of the lustful fog that began swirling within. Balthier was all for a bit of rough sex, but he wasn’t one that greatly enjoyed pain with his pleasure.

He opened his mouth to express this to Fran but quickly swallowed his words as she abruptly moved on to lower things. The Viera who was wild with lust, quite purposely rubbed her cheek over Balthier’s groin, drawing a shuddering gasp from his lips. Balthier’s pants suddenly became extremely tight.

“You’re not wasting any time now are you?” he breathed

Fran, excited by Balthier’s reaction, sat up and dug her claw like hands into the Arcadian’s pants, ready to tear them a way in the same fashion she had done with his shirt.

“Whoa! Now just wait a bloody second! ” Balthier’s hands quickly went up and firmly grasped the Viera’s wrists. “I’ll have you know that’s a very delicate area you’re about claw into!”

Fran’s head shot up giving Balthier malicious glaring eyes. She had not liked Balthier stopping her from getting what she so desperately wanted. The glare might have frightened him before, but now that he knew what she was after and that she indeed wouldn’t hurt him significantly, he was no longer afraid of her. Though the glare hinted danger Balthier now knew Fran’s bark was worse than her bite.

“Oh…” Balthier laughed cynically “You’ve got some nerve giving me eyes like that. I don’t deserve those eyes, not after what you put me through today.”

Fran did not like Balthier’s defiant tone. Her lips curled back bearing her white gleaming teeth and a threatening growl rolled up from the depths of her throat.

Balthier’s eyes went wide with shocked amusement “Did you just growl at me?”

Balthier chuckled deeply “Oh you do have some nerve woman.” He moved to break away from Fran’s grip.

Fran didn’t like him trying to get away and grabbed Balthier’s thighs digging her nails in.

“Ow!” Balthier shouted at the pain. “That bloody hurts! Ok, this has stopped being amusing and is rapidly beginning to annoy me. I do have a high threshold for pain but if it’s all the same to you, I try to avoid it when at all possible. I am not one that enjoys torture, recreational or other wise.”

Balthier threw Fran’s hands off of him and quickly rolled out from under her. Fran grabbed for him again but he dodged her and scrambled to his feet. The wild frenzied Viera sprang at Balthier, but he was ready for her this time. He rolled backwards bring his feet up and used her momentum to send her flying over him. She landed hard on her back, winded knocked out of her. When Fran got her wits about her she found that she hand a very difficult time trying to move. She glared up at the Hume male grinning down at her in a rather maliciously mischievous way.

“Ha-HAA! Now who’s king of the mountain eh?” Balthier smiled in a boasting eat-your-heart-out tone. “Not so much fun when the tables are turned now is it?”

Balthier had Fran completely pinned with death grips on her writs and his strong legs holding her hips like a vice.

Fran gave a throaty cry of frustration and started to thrash about. But no mater how much she struggled, Fran couldn’t throw Balthier off her and regain control. She might have been in a wild, animal like state, but he still out weighed her by a few hundred pounds of pure muscle.

Balthier had been bullied as a child, as were many of his fellow peers who attended the “Academy of Dorks” as those who took pleasure from tormenting the meek liked to so colorfully refer to the Academy of Knowledge and Wisdom. Well he had been bullied. That is until he was about ten and made friends with Banga Ex-Brawler named Axle, formally of Balfonhiem, who worked at the Moogle Mechanics Guild doing heavy lifting and such. Axle had taught Balthier a thing or two about fighting and defending ones self. The skills came in handy later when he entered the Military Akademy as well, fending off every brutish oaf that felt the need to pick a fight with him.

Balthier took little effort holding down the frantic Viera, but became worried about the nearly hysterical and desperate way she was struggling. If she wasn’t careful she’d hurt herself. “Now there’s no need to throw a tantrum, really. We are not a five year old. Stop it now or you’ll hurt yourself.

But Fran wasn’t listening and continued to thrash about.

Balthier sighed heavily growing very impatient. Balthier invoked his stern authoritve tone that commanded obedience. “Now I’ve had just about all I can take from you today. You certainly don’t seem like the type who enjoys being tied up, but so help me woman, if it comes to that I will restrain you. Now CALM DOWN!”

The tone shocked Fran and she instantly stopped struggling. Balthier had never raised his voice to her in such a way before and it frightened her a bit. There was still a fierce look in the eyes that stared up at the man hovering over her, but they were now tinted with caution and fear.

Balthier picked up on Fran’s newly invoked fear of him and it broke his heart. It was the first time he had to take that kind of tone with a woman and he didn’t like it one bit. The only way he could possibly feel any worse would be if he had struck her, and that, was one thing Balthier could never bring himself to do. Never, under any circumstances, could Balthier strike a woman. It went against everything he believed in. He didn’t like the thought of any woman, most of all Fran, fearing him in anyway.

“Oh now don’t go looking at me like that.” Balthier softened his tone a bit. “I’m sorry I raised my voice, but you really gave me little choice. It’s your own fault you know. I’m all for women taking initiative but there is such a thing as going to far. A man still likes a bit of control. Sorry, but if you want someone more a bit more submissive you’re going to have to find someone else.”

Balthier sighed and gave Fran a soft, warm smile letting her know he wasn’t really angry with her and the underlining fear she had melted a way. That made him feel much better.

“Besides,” Balthier continued, “you need not be so demanding to get what you want from me. I would not deny you anything you would want of me, especially something like this, which is so easy for me to give. I would give you anything within my power, you only need but to ask.”

Fran opened her mouth to try and speak but all that came out was a sort of gasping moan like grunt.

“I’ll take that as a ‘please’” grinned Balthier, “Now then. Are you going to behave yourself?” Balthier asked

The deviously malicious grin that split across Fran’s face told him that she wasn’t making any promises.

Balthier laughed “So that’s how it’s going to be then?” Balthier goes to undo his belt. With a quick movement was off and resounded with a loud snap that made Fran jump. Though not with fear but excitement, laughing a wide grin.

“Fuck it.” Smiles Balthier mischievously. “If you want it so bloody badly then who am I to deny you? But I must warn you my dear, I’m not going to hold back.”

Fran’s impish grin told Balthier that that suited her just fine.

Description
In which Balthier experiences Viera Mating Rituals first hand

(Yes finally XD)

Warning: Language and Adult Situations

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The look that Fran gave Balthier invoked a profound sense of fear from deep within him. There was a mystifying aura about her and she cast an air that hinted a threat of danger. The look Balthier saw in Fran’s eyes was a look hunger; the hunger of a fierce beast that has not eaten in a great while.

When the Viera started stalking slowly towards Balthier, he unconsciously took a step back. Balthier’s heart started pounding as if it were trying to escape from his chest. Fran walk towards him with slow gracefully calculated strides. Balthier might have appreciated the beautiful and elegant way she moved if he hadn’t felt like he was being stalked like a damned happy bunny.

Balthier stood perfectly still as Fran approached him. When her hand reached out to bush his shoulder Balthier jumped a bit. The flinch brought an impish smile to the Viera’s lips. Fran’s hand trialed lightly across Balthier’s chest and she moved to come around behind him. Her other hand came around and brushed his cheek and traced the line of his jaw.

Balthier felt Fran’s cheek rub against the back of his shoulders and neck. He felt her as she deeply inhaled the sent of his flesh. He felt her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled and noticed a purr like roll to the breath.

“Fran?” Balthier’s trembling breath whispered “What on Earth is going on with you?”

But Fran did not answer.

Balthier drew in a breath as Fran’s hot wet tongue flick out to taste his skin. Her mouth closed around the ever quickening pulse in Balthier’s neck as her tongue sought to taste this soft flesh as well.

This all might have been very erotic for Balthier if not for the fact he feared his throat was about be torn out.

“Fran?” his whisper nearly inaudible.

Balthier felt one of Fran’s long fingers press against his neck just under his jaw back by his ear, and then suddenly she made a quick movement pulling her hand away. Balthier felt a sharp pain where Fran’s finger had been pressed. Shocked he pulled away. His hand reached up to touch where Fran had scratched him and felt wetness. He looked at his fingers and saw that he was bleeding. Balthier turned to look at Fran, seeing her licking his blood off her own fingers. His eyes went wide.

Fran spoke, but the single world she uttered was hardly understandable with the growling purr that shrouded it. “Run.”

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Balthier ran.

He ran flat out, and his mind was racing even faster than his legs, trying to comprehend the thought of himself fleeing from the closest friend he’d ever had. The notation made absolutely no sense.

Balthier cleared the zone lines they had set up around their camp to keep the fiends away. He turned and quickly strengthened them and set up a barrier, knowing well and good the effort was futile. It might slow Fran down a bit but wouldn’t stop her. She had decades more experience in magicks than he, maybe even centuries for all he knew since no one really knew exactly how long Viera lived.

After Balthier made is meager futile attempt at a barrier he paced frantically about the camp, trying to think, trying to reason things out logically. “This is madness.” he thought out loud. “Insane! Viera don’t just attack people for no reason. There must be a logical reason. Fran has been acting strangely all day.”

Balthier’s mind went back to moments ago seeing Fran with that crazed look in her eyes, like that of a wild untamed beast that’s been caged for a very long time. It was if that beast had finally been unleashed, and it was hungry. Very, very hungry.

“But what is she hungry for?” Balthier wondered. “Viera don’t just attack people and Fran would never hurt me…” The pain in Balthier’s neck where Fran had scratched him flared as if to remind him. “Well she wouldn’t hurt me badly…” Balthier thought but then reconsidered... He didn’t know that for sure either. She seemed to be in some state of Berserk… only he didn’t sense any Bloodlust like one usually sensed around beings in the Berserk status…. “Well she won’t kill me.” Balthier determined. “It didn’t seem like she wanted to kill me…so there must be something else… something that has to do with being Viera. Gha! Damn it all to Hell! If only there where more information about Viera! Fran never tells me a damn bloody thing!”

Balthier didn’t have anymore time to think. The loud sound like electricity surging let him know that Fran was at the barrier trying to get through.

Balthier instinctively grabbed for his gun. However, once he had a hold of it, he paused.

“What the hell am I going to do with this?” He thought “I’m not seriously considering shooting her…am I?

Balthier had no time to be torn, the barrier surged once more and dissolved. Fran was on him in an instant. Balthier hardly saw her coming. He was on his back in a blink, wind knocked out of him, weapon skittering off out of reach.

Fran had him pinned. She buried her face in his neck below were scratched him and deeply inhaled the sent of his flesh and blood. As she exhaled, there was the same purr like roll to her breath Balthier had heard before. Fran’s panting had a soft growling purr to it like that of a large cat. She was all over him, hands roaming his upper body as if they had minds of their own.

It took a second or two for Balthier to register Fran wasn’t hurting him. There was not pain, only the subtle sensation of Fran touching and caressing his body as if she needed to touch him as much as she needed to breathe. Once Balthier figured Fran wasn’t going to eat him, feeling quite silly indeed for thinking so in the first place, he calmed down a bit and worked to get his mind thinking rationally once again.

“Well she’s not tearing me apart.” Balthier thought out loud. “That’s a plus…Time to get to bottom of this. Fran.”

Balthier tried to get the Viera’s attention but she seemed to be quite preoccupied rubbing herself all over him.

Balthier had experience with being ignored from when he first entered the Military Akademy on his track to becoming a Judge. He gained little respect and regard from the other cadets because they took him for pencil neck scholar who was a pampered spoiled rich boy that only got into the Akademy because his daddy was buddies with the Emperor’s son. He had often been ignored when he had had some thing to say. Thus he learned how to make himself heard.

“Fran!” His voice not shouting but firm, commanding and resounded into the night.

Fran stopped cold and her head shot up abruptly.

“Fran darling can you please tell me…” Balthier’s words stop as Fran sat up and he noticed something was amiss. “Fran! What on Earth has become of your clothing?”

Fran didn’t answer him; she only stared at him with that same hungry look in her eyes. Though, Balthier took note that the look was not quite as intense as it was before.

Fran slowly lowered herself brining her face close to his. Close enough to kiss him, but she didn’t. She instead turned her head to rub her cheek against his, her purring breath rolling in his ear. Her head then moved to nuzzle his neck.

“What is this?” the confused Arcadian asked “Some Viera idea of courtship?”

Fran moved her head down to rub her cheek against Balthier’s chest, nestling her head there, she looked up at Balthier with hungry, lust filled eyes.

“It is isn’t it!” exclaimed an exasperated Balthier when it finally all clicked “That’s what this whole crazy ordeal has been about?!” It was all very clear to him now and he cursed himself for not picking up on it earlier. He also cursed the fact that Fran hadn’t given him so much of a warning something like this was coming over her.

“Oh Bloody fucking Hell!” Balthier swore out loud “Dear sweet mother, may your soul rest in peace, forgiving me for swearing in the presence of a lady, I know you taught me better, but Gods help me this woman drives me absolutely mad and at the moment she is acting like no lady I’ve ever met.”

Fran gave a grinning throaty laugh.

“It’s not funny.” Said Balthier in a scolding tone, “I’m sure you’re amused to no end but I sure as hell am not.”

Fran of course paid no attention to Balthier’s grievances and proceeded to continue rubbing, caressing and fondling her way over Balthier’s body.

Balthier smiled slightly, knowing there was no use in getting angry at Fran now. “Well, maybe a little bit amused…But damn it woman! If you wanted to fuck you should have just said so out right.”

Fran decided to take that moment to rip Balthier’s shirt open. She looked down at his now exposed chest with an excited look, like a child that had gotten exactly what she wanted for her birthday.

“Well there is that too...” Balthier commented.

Fran proceeded to rub her cheek over the now bear flesh with great enthusiasm.

“I’ll have you know I rather liked that shirt.” Balthier said becoming more amused by the moment at Fran’s actions. He was use to seeing her so calm and reserved. It was interesting seeing her like this. “When we get back to the city, you’re buying me a new on—Hah--!”

Balthier’s words were cut off by the sensation of Fran’s hot wet tongue running over one of his nipples.

Balthier closes his eyes, riding the pleasurable sensations. Forgetting that only moments ago he had been frightened half to death and terrified at the thought of being torn to shreds by this same woman.

His mind began drifting. How many times had he dreamed of something like this with Fran secretly within the depths of his consciousness? True he actively and openly flirted with Fran constantly, but he now realized that he had given up seeing anything come of it. True though she never did anything to discourage him from his advances, he had taken her lack of encouragement as a sign she wasn’t interested in him in that way. He could respect that, but still, it was fun to flirt and his courtship of her just became an amusing form of entertainment for him. What did this all mean? Was this just some kind of wild instinct and she would have jumped the first man she had come across or did she have a general interest in him? Perhaps he had misread her unresponsiveness and it wasn’t lack of interest, but lack of knowledge. Perhaps Fran simply didn’t yet know how to flirt the way Humes did.

Fran closed her mouth around the small hardened nub and sucked gently while continuing to run her tongue over it. Balthier began finding it very hard to think straight as Fran’s caressing started to become more and more eager and anxious. He let out a moan as his hands go up to bury themselves in Fran’s wild mass of long thick hair. He was amazed at how soft it was, like strands of pure silk between his fingers. Balthier cracked his eyes open slightly. Fran’s silver hair was shimmering in the light of the full moon and her whole body took on a soft glow. Balthier’s thoughts returned to earlier when he had seen Fran all a glow on the edge of the sea after that entrancing dance. She had been so beautiful. So incredibly stunning…

Balthier was wrenched out of his side thoughts by a subtle sharp pain. His eyes shot completely open as a gasping cry escaped his lips. She’d bit him. However, the pain was quickly soothed over with a soft caress of lips and tongue.

Fran’s eager caressing movements became more frantic as she moved over Balthier’s body. Her nails raked over Balthier’s chest and he drew in a breath as shallow scrape marks trailed in their wake. The scratches weren’t as deep as the one she had made in his neck, but enough to break the first layer of skin leaving visible marks. This cleared Balthier’s head of the lustful fog that began swirling within. Balthier was all for a bit of rough sex, but he wasn’t one that greatly enjoyed pain with his pleasure.

He opened his mouth to express this to Fran but quickly swallowed his words as she abruptly moved on to lower things. The Viera who was wild with lust, quite purposely rubbed her cheek over Balthier’s groin, drawing a shuddering gasp from his lips. Balthier’s pants suddenly became extremely tight.

“You’re not wasting any time now are you?” he breathed

Fran, excited by Balthier’s reaction, sat up and dug her claw like hands into the Arcadian’s pants, ready to tear them a way in the same fashion she had done with his shirt.

“Whoa! Now just wait a bloody second! ” Balthier’s hands quickly went up and firmly grasped the Viera’s wrists. “I’ll have you know that’s a very delicate area you’re about claw into!”

Fran’s head shot up giving Balthier malicious glaring eyes. She had not liked Balthier stopping her from getting what she so desperately wanted. The glare might have frightened him before, but now that he knew what she was after and that she indeed wouldn’t hurt him significantly, he was no longer afraid of her. Though the glare hinted danger Balthier now knew Fran’s bark was worse than her bite.

“Oh…” Balthier laughed cynically “You’ve got some nerve giving me eyes like that. I don’t deserve those eyes, not after what you put me through today.”

Fran did not like Balthier’s defiant tone. Her lips curled back bearing her white gleaming teeth and a threatening growl rolled up from the depths of her throat.

Balthier’s eyes went wide with shocked amusement “Did you just growl at me?”

Balthier chuckled deeply “Oh you do have some nerve woman.” He moved to break away from Fran’s grip.

Fran didn’t like him trying to get away and grabbed Balthier’s thighs digging her nails in.

“Ow!” Balthier shouted at the pain. “That bloody hurts! Ok, this has stopped being amusing and is rapidly beginning to annoy me. I do have a high threshold for pain but if it’s all the same to you, I try to avoid it when at all possible. I am not one that enjoys torture, recreational or other wise.”

Balthier threw Fran’s hands off of him and quickly rolled out from under her. Fran grabbed for him again but he dodged her and scrambled to his feet. The wild frenzied Viera sprang at Balthier, but he was ready for her this time. He rolled backwards bring his feet up and used her momentum to send her flying over him. She landed hard on her back, winded knocked out of her. When Fran got her wits about her she found that she hand a very difficult time trying to move. She glared up at the Hume male grinning down at her in a rather maliciously mischievous way.

“Ha-HAA! Now who’s king of the mountain eh?” Balthier smiled in a boasting eat-your-heart-out tone. “Not so much fun when the tables are turned now is it?”

Balthier had Fran completely pinned with death grips on her writs and his strong legs holding her hips like a vice.

Fran gave a throaty cry of frustration and started to thrash about. But no mater how much she struggled, Fran couldn’t throw Balthier off her and regain control. She might have been in a wild, animal like state, but he still out weighed her by a few hundred pounds of pure muscle.

Balthier had been bullied as a child, as were many of his fellow peers who attended the “Academy of Dorks” as those who took pleasure from tormenting the meek liked to so colorfully refer to the Academy of Knowledge and Wisdom. Well he had been bullied. That is until he was about ten and made friends with Banga Ex-Brawler named Axle, formally of Balfonhiem, who worked at the Moogle Mechanics Guild doing heavy lifting and such. Axle had taught Balthier a thing or two about fighting and defending ones self. The skills came in handy later when he entered the Military Akademy as well, fending off every brutish oaf that felt the need to pick a fight with him.

Balthier took little effort holding down the frantic Viera, but became worried about the nearly hysterical and desperate way she was struggling. If she wasn’t careful she’d hurt herself. “Now there’s no need to throw a tantrum, really. We are not a five year old. Stop it now or you’ll hurt yourself.

But Fran wasn’t listening and continued to thrash about.

Balthier sighed heavily growing very impatient. Balthier invoked his stern authoritve tone that commanded obedience. “Now I’ve had just about all I can take from you today. You certainly don’t seem like the type who enjoys being tied up, but so help me woman, if it comes to that I will restrain you. Now CALM DOWN!”

The tone shocked Fran and she instantly stopped struggling. Balthier had never raised his voice to her in such a way before and it frightened her a bit. There was still a fierce look in the eyes that stared up at the man hovering over her, but they were now tinted with caution and fear.

Balthier picked up on Fran’s newly invoked fear of him and it broke his heart. It was the first time he had to take that kind of tone with a woman and he didn’t like it one bit. The only way he could possibly feel any worse would be if he had struck her, and that, was one thing Balthier could never bring himself to do. Never, under any circumstances, could Balthier strike a woman. It went against everything he believed in. He didn’t like the thought of any woman, most of all Fran, fearing him in anyway.

“Oh now don’t go looking at me like that.” Balthier softened his tone a bit. “I’m sorry I raised my voice, but you really gave me little choice. It’s your own fault you know. I’m all for women taking initiative but there is such a thing as going to far. A man still likes a bit of control. Sorry, but if you want someone more a bit more submissive you’re going to have to find someone else.”

Balthier sighed and gave Fran a soft, warm smile letting her know he wasn’t really angry with her and the underlining fear she had melted a way. That made him feel much better.

“Besides,” Balthier continued, “you need not be so demanding to get what you want from me. I would not deny you anything you would want of me, especially something like this, which is so easy for me to give. I would give you anything within my power, you only need but to ask.”

Fran opened her mouth to try and speak but all that came out was a sort of gasping moan like grunt.

“I’ll take that as a ‘please’” grinned Balthier, “Now then. Are you going to behave yourself?” Balthier asked

The deviously malicious grin that split across Fran’s face told him that she wasn’t making any promises.

Balthier laughed “So that’s how it’s going to be then?” Balthier goes to undo his belt. With a quick movement was off and resounded with a loud snap that made Fran jump. Though not with fear but excitement, laughing a wide grin.

“Fuck it.” Smiles Balthier mischievously. “If you want it so bloody badly then who am I to deny you? But I must warn you my dear, I’m not going to hold back.”

Fran’s impish grin told Balthier that that suited her just fine.