I Pledge my Soul

Chapter 5- A ruined shirt

Hi! Thank you all so much for thinking my awful fic is worth your time lmao, I just want to forewarn you, this whole chapter is smut, so if you want to read it, that's fine, if you don't want to read it, that's also fine. I'll try to get the next chapter out this week too but I can't guarantee it. Ooh also, this is uploaded onto ao3 as well now, so if you prefer to read stuff there then just search my username (same as on here) and it should come up on there.

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Zelda's head banged against the door painfully as Faustus locked his lips against hers, gripping her shoulders hard. The ginger witch eventually relaxed into his grasp and wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back and leaving marks, even over his clothing.

Faustus wasn't hungry, he was famished, and the unrestrained moan Zelda released as his erection pressed against her weakest spot told him that the feeling was mutual. Her hands moved to his front as she began to tug at the buttons of his shirt and his eyes snapped open as he remembered the purpose of his visit. He grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned her against the door; he wanted to tease her, show her who was in charge, remind her that it was he who controlled the situation absolutely.

He restrained himself from tearing her clothes off there and then and instead allowed his lips to travel down her neck, breathing hot air against the curve of her neck, causing her knees to buckle and another moan to escape her slightly parted lips. He pushed her coat off her shoulders; an unnecessary obstacle in his way and he began to tease her, grazing his teeth along her collarbone before nipping her neck, leaving a small but visible red mark. He continued to plant marks on her neck, claiming her body as his and only his.

Unzipping her dress he allowed his fingers to trail the length of her spine, watching as she shivered with pleasure, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and when he finally let go of her wrists the witch tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

He stopped his exploration of her body and looked down at his chest, then raised his gaze to the witch's face, whose mouth was agape, eyes dilated with lust at the sight of his body.

'Well now how rude, that was my favourite shirt. Apologise,' he said as sternly as he could in his current aroused state.

She looked up at him in amusement, raising an eyebrow slightly. He leaned close so that their noses were almost touching and put one hand against the door either side of her causing her to swallow nervously, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes.

'Forgive me, Father.'

He leaned back, smirking, all the while hot with desire, enjoying her submission to him. 'I'm not sure that is good enough, a punishment is in order I believe. Wouldn't you agree?'

She raised her eyebrows in shock for a moment, but bowed her head and whispered, 'of course Father.'

'Kneel on the floor,' he commanded.

Shaking, she knelt on all fours on the carpet by the bed. She didn't dare look up from the floor and had no idea what he planned to do, which made her nervous; she didn't like the lack of control she had.

Faustus circled Zelda like a predator circling its prize, enjoying the way she flinched when he stepped a little closer.

'Sie quasi flagellum.' Faustus conjured a whip and noticed how the witch tensed at his feet upon hearing the spell.

'I'm going to flagellate you for your sins, Zelda, so that you might suffer in exquisite ecstasy.'

Pausing, he watched as Zelda released a soft 'oh' of surprise.

He faltered, suddenly nervous, he wanted to have control, but he didn't want to scare her away, and he wasn't sure if her reaction was positive or negative.

'How does that sound?' he asked.

'Entirely appropriate,' she replied in a voice shaking with desire.

He resumed his circling, relieved that she was willing; he would have been embarrassed if she had said no.

He held the whip over her back, letting the tip trail down her back before cracking it against her left ass cheek with a flick of his wrist. She cried out in both pain and pleasure, her cheek flaring bright red where the whip had struck. Faustus did the same to her right cheek, pleased with the way the ginger writhed and bucked with each strike. After a minute he stopped and knelt behind her. Her back was dripping with sweat and she was panting heavily, weakened but highly aroused.

He stroked each mark on her backside with his thumb, causing her to shiver under his cold touch. The lines seemed to sign his name on her skin; to him, the criss-crossing pattern was beautiful, a physical symbol of his hold on her. He lightly spanked her once, evoking another low groan of pleasure, before moving his hand to press against her core over her panties causing yet another moan, this one longer and deeper.

'I'm glad you are enjoying this,' he teased, 'but maybe I should stop. After all, you did ruin my shirt.'

He removed his hand and Zelda growled in frustration. 'Put it back.'

'Excuse me? I think some manners are in order, don't you?'

She gritted her teeth; as much as she hated this submissive role, she wanted to feel him against her hot core and would do anything to feel that pressure again.

'Please, Father. Do it again.'

Faustus smirked at Zelda's frustration, revelling in the fact that she had no choice but to obey him if she wanted to climax any time soon.

'Of course, in fact, I have something better in mind.'

He slid her panties down her legs and slipped a finger in her wet core without warning, causing her to cry out in surprise. He began to fuck her slowly, building the pace as she moaned in rhythm. She began to grind her hips, trying to make him go deeper but he held her fast with his free hand: wanting to have all control over her building excitement; wanting all the credit for her pleasure.

He slipped another finger in, fucking her harder, feeling her walls tightening as she writhed, trapped in his hold, moaning so loud that Faustus wondered if her soundproof charm would be powerful enough.

He could feel that she was close to her climax, his fingers slipped in and out so easily as her juices ran down his wrist. She began to shake slightly, all of her pent-up energy and lust for him rising to the top until...

He pulled his fingers out from her and stood up, walking round to her head. She looked up, face thunderous over the fact that he didn't let her finish.

She opened her mouth to speak but he slipped his fingers inside, forcing her to suck her own juices off of them before pulling them out.

'Sit up,' he told her, and she complied. He leaned in close to her and kissed her softly on the lips, tucking a strand of her now wild hair behind her ears and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

'Take this as a lesson. You are mine. Your body is mine. This isn't the Academy anymore, I am a High Priest and married, expecting a child. You are a midwife and a funeral director. Understand you are not equal to me, and things will happen on my terms.'

Zelda looked at him in shock. Inside, she was incredulous at his outrageous words, but she was frozen and couldn't come up with a rebuke venomous enough before he stood back up and gathered his coat and cane.

'Well, since it was you who destroyed my shirt, I think it is only fair that you repair it. You have until tomorrow noon.'

'But Fau- Father, the buttons are scattered all over the place, it will take forever to pick them all up!'

He turned to face her and smirked. 'Then you had better start now.'

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving a messy haired Zelda collapsed on the bedroom floor.