Final Part - Redemption
"Yes?" She sounded unsure of his meaning; he would have to clarify. He crawled off the bed, his middle-aged knees creaking after the sustained period of relying on them. He walked around to stand face to face with the prostrated girl. He looked directly into her big silver eyes, which, just like earlier, now reflected the blue of his own pupils back at him.
"I forgive you, Linarei." After he said that, she blinked, severing another pair of tears to roll down her cheeks. Barus felt the threat of his own eyes welling up.
This is why I was avoiding looking her in the face.
"I'm... so glad," she replied, holding his gaze. They looked at each other in silence for long moments. Her dampened cheeks caught the early illumination of a full moon just waking from its slumber. Her skin shone as if she were a porcelain doll, a likeness strengthened by her brilliant silver eyes and hair. She didn't ask to be released, which was a credit to her sincerity. She was submissive to him - as was appropriate for her.
"I forgive you, but I'm still going to fuck you. I have a duty to perform, and intervention from Auralux and Invictagur together couldn't stop me now."
"I see," Linarei said with acceptance, if not enthusiasm, and lowered her face from his intense stare. He let his gaze follow hers, to where her bare breasts hung, waiting upon his pleasure. Her rosy pink nipples had blushed deeply throughout her ordeal, and seemed to point at him in accusation of his predatory intentions. "But I can't help it if I... if... please don't punish me for such a thing anymore."
Barus lifted her chin, rejoining their eyes. Her expression was pleading, and suddenly all the mind games he had been playing with her seemed silly and disrespectful. "I think I've punished you enough for say, at least another orgasm or two. So don't hold back, my dear. In fact, there's something I want to do now."
He reached for one of her wrists that was chained up and outwards, and easily snapped the metal that he had summoned. His Access Level wasn't higher than the average person's, but just about anybody could have caused the flimsy metallic fabrication to fail. Anybody but Linarei, that was. The glittering alloy links shattered into a thousand triangular fragments, before dematerialising back into the void of their origin. Barus repeated the process to release her other arm, and his captive slumped forwards onto his chest.
She was still suspended at the hips, and her body had to go somewhere. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him weakly. He found that incredibly affectionate, though it may have just been that she was totally exhausted. He carefully hopped back onto the bed with her, and likewise pressed his arms against her sides to savour the moment. His hands found the main piece of chain that tethered her to the bed frame, and he destroyed that too.
Filipia followed his example from the back, breaking the chains that bound Linarei's ankles. The girl, almost free but for the loops under her knees, continued to cling to the man who had subdued and restrained her to begin with.
Then Barus reached for those final remaining binds, taking one in each hand. "Thankyou for your service," he whispered, and they were both simultaneously undone. Once the Archpriestess was at last free, all remnants of the chains disappeared from the world without a trace, just as they had been summoned without a cost.
The scrap of clothing that had been caught about her waist was torn so badly that it now fell from her body, to be lost and forgotten amongst the mess of satin sheets. Kneeling, they faced one another completely nude, and Barus couldn't resist but to kiss her hard on the lips. They were wet and salty with some mix of her tears and her drool, but she did not reject him as she had before. She kissed him back, albeit rather distantly. She still did not share his passion, though the way her flanks trembled in his embrace was enough to make him melt for her.
He sought her tongue with his, but when he found her, she let out a slight giggle, before pushing at his chest with a sudden reserve of energy.
Barus was surprised to find himself lying flat on his back, with the gorgeous woman sitting on his shins. He had underestimated her stamina! With her limbs finally free, she had already recovered some strength. But he permitted the reversed position of power, and the two stared at each other, as if wondering what to do next.
Her gaze travelled down his body, to his more distinguished area of male anatomy. Evidently, the brief kiss and cuddle had been enough to make Barus' blood flow hot once again.
"Maybe I'll just run away then," she said with a smug look, but from the way she straddled his legs, that did not seem her intention.
Barus put on his authoritative tone. "Linarei. Come and sit on my cock."
"Why? You've forgiven me anyway, right? Can you really ask anything of me now?" A playful hand traced some of the scars on his belly, slowly heading downwards.
"I want to let you set the pace now. But if I have to pin you down again, I'll make sure you feel every thrust right up into your tummy."
She responded to his threat with a half smile. "We'll see," she said. She held onto his hips, then scooted her knees back, parting his legs open to permit her to lie between them. There she made herself comfortable with her face over his lap. Her large, reflective eyes sparkled with prismatic effect as she eyed up his erection, so close he could feel her breath hot against his skin.
Barus wondered if she would attack him again. His better judgement recommended he seize her pre-emptively, but he fought that impulse to try and appreciate what appeared to be a vivacious female acting on her natural impulses. An immensely proud woman, now softened by an afternoon of abuses that would have lasting impacts.
Linarei wrinkled her nose. "Your thing stinks, Barus. I don't think I'll permit such a contaminant back into my body." She gently placed her fingertips over the head of his cock, and slowly stroked down, so barely touching him that he sighed deeply from the teasing pleasure. She brushed down his entire shaft, but when she got to the bottom she cupped his balls in her little hand. Before he knew it, she had his jewels trapped in a vice, one that she could easily squeeze closed at a moment's notice.
Using her free hand, she continued to brush over his length with a finger, and Barus watched her trace the scratches she had given him earlier. They had proven superficial in the end; the blood had stopped flowing out of them long ago, and did not affect his performance. "Maybe I'll just hurt you some more. Badly enough that you'll never be able to do it with a girl again."
