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miyuskyePrompt: storia con 2 POV di lunghezza uguale (2222w e 2222w a testa) / arranged/political marriage
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Pairing: Cù Chulainn (Alter) / Medb
Warnings: NSFW. Eeeee kind of Modern!AU
Cù heard a noise. A rustle. He felt a cold hand on his waist. It was summer, where the weather wasn’t so merciful so he liked to sleep with only his boxers on. Her hand started drawing small circles on his hip, went a bit higher, then tried to go lower, near his pants. He felt a warm body pressed to his; he felt her chest pressed against his back, she was rubbing slowly against him. Suddenly, he felt her breathing on his neck and her lips were placing a small kiss on his back. Which was strange, since she wasn’t usually up for this kind of romantic shit. At least, not with her. She liked him because he wasn’t. How sad.
He wanted to pretend he was asleep for a little longer, maybe she would give up. Heh, what he was thinking about? She never gave up; she had never. She would keep on with her ministrations until he woke. He decided to drop the act and tried to stop her.
- Medb. Do you want to do it now? I had already told you no this afternoon. It’s hot, it’s late and tomorrow we have to wake up early for the reunion. -
A small chuckle came from behind him.
- Oh Cù, you meanie. You were awake? – She pressed her forehead to his back this time, snuggling.
- No, you woke me up. – He lied.
- Heh, liar. – He knew it. He had never been able to keep something from her. He was never able to run away from her, either. Maybe in another timeline, another world, in other circumstances… not now.
- I told you, we have to sleep. – He knew it was futile.
- Owh, you’re no fun, baby. I will be fast. I promise. – She slurred. – I don’t think we will miss out on anything very interesting if we go late to the meeting tomorrow. Our people are capable of handling the situation even if we’re not there, you’re aware of that. – Her soft voice hardened but only a bit. She liked to keep the fake sweet airs up. But she was the devil, and Cù knew better than anyone else.
Medb was rich, spoiled and bratty. If she had been born earlier, she could have been a queen. Right now, she was the heir of Connacht Entertainment, the most famous gaming software house in the world. She could be referred to as a self-made woman, perhaps. It was true that she was born into a rich family, to begin with, but she used her charms and her personality to bring her company to the top of the markets. Dyed pink hair, a fringe, a (fake) doll expression, and that hyperactive attitude: she was the dream of every man; it was a given that she would be successful, especially in a world where males were the majority. She usually held her men in the palms of her hands, her subordinates were more than happy to work for her. Even if nasty rumors spread around a lot, she didn’t care: her charisma and her charm were far more powerful than her haters. It wasn’t like people badmouthing her were completely wrong: she was stubborn and headstrong. Once she fixated on something – or someone, like in his case – she would get it. If her sugar talking wasn’t enough, she would use money. If her money was not enough, she would use her body. It wasn’t hard for her. She hadn’t met a lot of people who weren’t interested in either one of her winning points. Cù wondered if she ever met someone who rejected her. If she had not, that would explain a lot. It would be clear why she was so fixated on him. He was the only one that didn’t submit to her charms or money; he was the only one she couldn’t have. Thus, he was the only one she wanted. The mere thought made Cù sick.
He didn’t want this. He didn’t ask to become like this. He swore he was different in the past. He had dreams and ambitions back then. He wanted to be successful at his work – Ulster For Man was a very known brand producing suits and all sorts of elegant menswear – so he could have enough money to travel the world. His father had already a business that earned a lot, he just was to inherit it.
Cù had something in common with Medb. He was attractive and handsome. But, contrary to her, he didn’t care about that. He had spent one or two – maybe more, he was not able to remember that now – intimate moments with his private tutor; she was older than him, but he didn’t care. She was also a difficult woman but in the end, he liked being with her. Their constant bickering was something Cù missed; maybe he wasn’t cut out for having luck with women. Even when his private teacher left her work – and him – without a second word, Cù was able to accept it. He had still his job, his money. He could still live the life he wanted. That was until he met her.
Medb wanted to buy his company. She tried to make their actions and investments go bad but, unfortunately for her, Cù was very well versed in the finance field. Taking into his hands his father’s empire, he defeated Medb and her society utterly, making her lose a conspicuous sum of money. Thinking back about that now, he wondered how Medb fell in love with him after he made her lose at least a third of her asset. Maybe what the girl was feeling for him wasn’t true love. He had his doubts that she could feel love at all.
He thought he had defeated her and he would probably have if that was a different reality, if their war was a war fought with lancers and swords. Instead, they were fighting with numbers and Medb was not someone who could accept her defeat easily.
She asked her father for his hand. Which was hilarious. Usually, it’s the man’s family asking for the lady’s hand. But she didn’t care about that. She wanted him. Cù never fully understood the dynamics behind her whims, her ways of thinking were far beyond him.
He didn’t know – and maybe he didn’t want to – how Medb convinced his family to take her as his bride; he hoped that his father was attracted to her money, he didn’t dare to imagine the other possibilities. But it happened in a second. She acted like it wasn’t a big deal; she was marrying him, she was, in a way, making him a king. He would be the heir of a majestic empire. He didn’t realize it immediately but when he did, something inside him snapped. It was like he was becoming a different person. Maybe it was a defensive mechanism from his head, maybe he just didn’t want to suffer anymore. He just stopped caring. About his dreams, about his desires. About everything else but the success of his own company. After his betrothal to Medb, his father finally decided to pass the reins to him; he had always been dubious about his son, he was scared that he would abandon everything, seeing that he wanted to be free like the wind in a sense. When Medb tied him down in her clutches, his father knew that he could trust his son. It wasn’t the trust a beloved father placed in the son who was making him proud. It was more like the high bet a dealer was making on a hopeless fighting dog that had lost everything and just wanted to live. He exploited to the fullest the privileges that came with being tied with such a renowned company and their profits and actions skyrocketed.
The two of them had never had a proper date before the actual marriage. They didn’t need to; there was no romance, no love. He wondered if Medb was looking for some kind of sentiment in their relationship; Cù found out that he didn’t care. It was Medb herself who took away the part of him who could love her, willingly. Cù wondered why he ended up having such bad luck with women, he didn’t deserve it.
The first time they were together was at their wedding. Medb wanted to have him powerless and unable to do anything to escape before beginning her courting. There was some sort of purity about the two of them not consuming before their marriage – even if both of them were more than knowledgeable on the matter.
Cù had to admit that Medb was a decent lover, talking purely about the sexual part. He could understand why she had so many men who wanted her. She had a nice body, perfectly proportioned and she knew how to enhance her qualities. She was confident and good at what she was doing. She wasn’t shy when during their first night together she urged Cù on the bed and blew him off right there. Of course, Cù was not hard and a lot of girls would not like to give a blowjob at that moment but she didn’t care. It wasn’t for him; it was never about him. She was doing it for her, to prove to him that she owned him, even if he didn’t want her. Much to Cù’s displeasure, Medb was very skilled and he was ashamed to admit that it felt good, way too good. The frustrating thing about the whole situation was that Medb was totally in control and she loved to make him feel helpless like he was just her toy. A lot of men loved that, and even if they didn’t they would change their mind under her touches and caresses. It was empowering for her.
Cù didn’t care. Orgasming in her mouth or inside her other hole didn’t matter. It was like his soul was detached from his body: if she had been different he would have enjoyed a feisty girl like her, his body liked her attention way too much.
Like their first time, like now, Cù didn’t care. He just wanted to be king. Her king? Well, it was not like I had not a choice in the matter, to begin with. He had never a choice. He sighed as he felt Medb’s hand sliding on his pants. She took his ear lobe in her mouth and began sucking it. By now, she knew every weak spot he had. But Cù knew that she would never have his soul. His iron will was what she liked about him in the first place. The domination she wanted to have in the bedroom, the way she dragged him out of a meeting room only to trap him in the toilet to make out… those were her ways to make him surrender to the bitter truth. He had accepted it, but he would not yield.
Using her leg as leverage, she turned her lover towards her, climbing over him. Cù let her do that. He had his back pressed to the mattress and Medb put her hands on his broad chest and felt him. She let out a satisfied sigh as she began grinding against his crotch. Cù closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He felt her lips on his. They were soft. He wondered how it would have felt to kiss a girl who felt for him sincere feelings, who didn’t want him just because he was someone she couldn’t have. She took her time kissing him, savoring him, she wanted everything. She was so greedy. His mind was so far away from his body that he didn’t notice that she was already taking off his pants and readying herself to be taken by him. Only after he was fully inside her, he was forced to return to his room and to look at her. Eyes half-closed, filled with lust. Her breathing was erratic. He heard his name murmured over and over again, like a chant.
- Cù, Cù, Cù… my dear Cù, you feel so good. You’re such a good boy, my good boy… – She was praising him.
He knew she was just praising herself.
He finished inside her, as she wanted him to. He let out a moan he didn’t want to, but in the end, it didn’t even matter. She came after him; Cù suspected she came because of his orgasm since she was able to drive him over the edge before her.
She looked at him and smiled. That was the smile of the devil, the smile of a girl who had what she wanted but it was never enough. She never got enough of him. He would not give in into her temptations; not because he did not want, but because she made him unable to.
That was her way to love and maybe the only part of her that Cù accepted in full.
She didn’t want to be loved, she just wanted to be challenged.
‘That’s so sad.’ Cù thought, after watching her climbing down from him and going to sleep again.
Medb opened her eyes. She was tired – it was the middle of the night – but she was feeling a familiar sensation in her stomach. Maybe it was Cù’s proximity that made her feel that way. He had already rejected her that afternoon, saying that he was too busy with work. Oh, how he loved defying her. It was so arousing. She couldn’t wait so she fingered herself while thinking of him. But now, he didn’t have any excuse. It was the middle of the night. Sure, they had to wake up early tomorrow, but he owed her a little quickie to repay his terrible offense of the afternoon. She began drawing closer to him, circling his waist with her hand, resting it on his hip. She stopped for a moment to listen to his breath. He probably wasn’t sleeping. He was pretending to ignore her. He loved her Cù when he was doing this. The fact that he didn’t want her even when she was so, so appealing – every man in the world would have agreed – drove her crazy. She wanted him now. She knew that even if their bodies had become one more times than she could remember, he had never been truly hers. Medb began massaging his hip, then proceeded to feel his chest – God, how she adored his muscles - then she decided she had waited for enough time now – a whole minute – and started to go down. It was a hot summer and he was only wearing boxers. She was shameless, though, and liked to sleep naked. It’s not like that made a difference to her man. Maybe, once, it would have. But she knew that she changed him forever. In a way, that made her his. But she was never satisfied, she wanted more. As she was beginning to rub herself too, in a whim of romanticism, – that shit was never her cup of tea, but her Cù drew sides of her she didn’t know – she placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck. After hearing his breath stop for a moment – did she manage to surprise him, for once? – she internally rejoiced. She knew he was faking it, the challenge was to drive him to drop his act.
- Medb. Do you want to do it now? I had already told you no this afternoon. It’s hot, it’s late and tomorrow we have to wake up early for the reunion. –
He was so cold, as usual. That turned her on more. She was more decided than ever.
- Oh Cù, you meanie. You were awake? – She decided to snuggle against him, she knew he hated when she was faking sweetness.
- No, you woke me up. – He was such a bad liar.
- Heh, liar. – She was sorry for her dear Cù but she had seen through his lies so many times.
- I told you, we have to sleep. – ‘Oh, my lovely Cù, you know it’s futile.’ she thought.
- Owh, you’re no fun, baby. I will be fast. I promise. – She slurred. – I don’t think we will miss out on anything very interesting if we go late to the meeting tomorrow. Our people are capable of handling the situation even if we’re not there, you’re aware of that. – Medb let her soft voice hardened but only a bit. Even if he was aware already, she wanted to clear up that her sweet attitude was just a façade and she didn’t like people opposing her. She never had, and that was why her Cù loved to always reject her. They were such a great match.
It wasn’t like she was desperate for love. She had never been for that matter. Being the brilliant and fantastic leader of the Connacht Entertainment, a super famous gaming software house, the best in the whole world, she had men around every time. She liked the attention, she liked the fact that if she couldn’t win someone over with her father’s money, she would just use her body. She felt at the top of the world. For Medb, men were easily divided into two categories: who was willing to follow her tempted by her money and who wanted to fuck her. There was no exception to that rule. There was a man, – a boy at that time – the son of the manager if the sales department of her company. His name was Fergus. Medb liked to entertain him a lot and he was always so ready to fuck her. However, after a while, everything became boring. Fergus was just thinking of himself and his attentions became kind of annoying. Her other flings were just after her wealth. Some of them only cared about her body. They were the worst. Even if she liked being the center of so much attention, she felt like she was missing something. She felt that what she had was not enough.
That was when she met him. Her dear Cù was born in a fairly wealthy family, which main business was selling mainly suits and menswear – Ulster for Man. Needless to say, her beloved Cù didn’t fit in any of the two aforementioned categories. One day, she overheard some of his father’s underlings talking about him, a talented young man, the heir of Ulster For Man. They were saying that the boy was handsome and Medb was sure he knew of his charms. There were so many interesting rumors about him – an illicit relationship with his private teacher which was never confirmed nor denied by him, no matter how many times she tampered him with questions after their marriage. It wasn’t jealousy. She just wanted to know more about his life and weaknesses so she could exploit them. As soon as Mebd knew of him, she felt that she needed to own him. Not a mere one-night stand. She wanted to have him.
She tried putting his company on its feet, at the beginning. She had the help of several people skilled in the field of finance. But he was stronger, he was able to defeat her. That only made Medb crave for him more. She knew there was only a way of owning him completely. She had to trap him in an arranged marriage. It wasn’t hard to convince his father. He belonged to the first category, but Medb didn’t care if she had to convince him using other means.
Medb didn’t realize it at first, but it became clear as they shared their first night together. The whole situation was kind of hilarious. Medb and Cù hadn’t even had a first date or anything of the sort before getting married, she didn’t try to bed him before. She knew she had plenty of time to do it afterward, after all. This kind of situation made Medb all giddy, like a high-schooler dealing with her first boyfriend. During the whole marriage reception, she kept staring at him, dressed in his perfect ‘homemade’ suit. She kept wondering how it would feel to share the same bed. She couldn’t wait. If it wasn’t for public decency – which she never held in high consideration, anyway – she would have jumped on him there and at that moment.
Medb realized it during their first night together. She had some suspicions and doubts about it during the reception but, having never actually interacted with her lovely Cù from a romantic perspective, she couldn’t know. Upon that realization, Medb felt so accomplished. In a way, that meant her dear Cù had already become hers. From the tales she heard about him he was rampant and full of passion. The man she met at her wedding had still a trace of that fervor that made her fall, but he had also discarded everything else. It was like he was given a purpose in life – a purpose he didn’t want at all – and that he was living only to fulfill. A king wanting to conquer the world, in a sense. And she was the queen who had given him the power to do so. That was amazing.
In bed, her dear Cù was perfect. That was because he wasn’t like the other men. He had never sung her praises never told her she was beautiful. But – and Medb regarded that as a success – his body was indeed succumbing to her charms. Their first night she immediately wanted him, she took immediately the initiative. She took him in her mouth, she didn’t care that he wasn’t hard. She wanted to prove him without doubts that she owned, at least his body. Even if wouldn’t be able to own his soul. She watched him, carefully. Every movement she made, she was watching him. It was arousing seeing him tremble under her touches, it was empowering seeing him trying to deny to himself that he was indeed liking it.
At one point, she felt that her dear Cù surrendered to that fact. He accepted that his body liked hers, he accepted that there was nowhere to run. He still didn’t want to give her his soul. But she wanted it, oh she wanted it so much. She wanted everything of her dear Cù, he was so perfect. The way he was so cruelly scolding his underlings when they failed to achieve a favorable contract. It was amazing. He was like an animal, even if he wouldn’t admit it. She loved the way he was pursuing what she made him want.
She heard him sigh as she put a hand in his pants. That sighs were like music to her ears, her dear Cù always knew how to please her. Licking his lobe, rubbing her bare breasts against his back, she wanted to find his weak spots. She wanted to render him defenseless. Thoughts of that morning, when she dragged him to the bathroom to make out with him, began filling her mind. That was great. She loved the way he was looking annoyingly at the ceiling when she had his dick in her hands. She was never bored again after her lovely Cù came into her life. He was always a challenge she had to win.
Seeing that he had indeed proved to her that he was awake, Medb used her leg to climb over him and she pressed his back to the mattress. He looked so good under her. No matter how many men she had slept with, how many men praised her and thanked their Gods to be in her bed, they would never be like her Cù. Medb wanted to use her foulard to tie his hands to the headboard. She liked it when her beloved Cù wasn’t unable to move. Not like he had ever touched her, in any way. He never caressed her, never fondled her breasts. Out there, men would kill themselves in an arena to be allowed on Medb’s bed and he just didn’t care. The mere thought of that drove the girl crazy. She wanted him so much. She wanted him to be inside of her. She closed the distance between her faces and started kissing him. Grinding against his crotch, she gasped as she felt her lover become hard under the friction she was providing. She looked down at him. He had his eyes closed, he was trying to separate his mind from his body, in order not to succumb to Medb’s temptations. Medb loved how hard she was making his life from him. How cute. When he was ready, she began fucking herself on his length. She began moaning and saying his name endlessly. Her dear Cù was so perfect, she was everything she needed to make her life whole. She loved him so much, her Cù, her beloved Cù… She only wanted him in her life.
- Cù, Cù, Cù… my dear Cù, you feel so good. You’re such a good boy, my good boy… – She was praising him. She loved him so much.
She felt him finish inside her. That was always the best part. It was when she was defeating him, it was when his body finally crumbled under her. As she heard him softly moaning, being invested at the moment, she came. The feeling of being acknowledged by the only person in the world who wouldn’t give to her what she wanted was too much.
Medb smiled at him. She was satisfied. Even if he didn’t dare to touch her this time either, even if he didn’t call her name when she was moving over him, she didn’t care. There was always next time, right? There were endless next times. He lovely Cù had nowhere to run to. She would surrender to her someday. Medb was sure of that. She wanted to watch him come undone. She wanted his soul to crumble under her. There was no better feeling in the world than to own another completely. Every other being gave that honor to her way too quickly. She couldn’t wait to own her dear Cù.
‘I’m so glad I met you, my dear Cù.’ Medb thought, after climbing down from him and letting herself fall into slumber once again.