Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ FF8 SeeD and the City (Series) ❯ Scarlet Interludes ( Chapter 2 )

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You say you want to try, try it, try to know,

to get used to that body, those breasts, that scent.

To beauty, to the risk of having children implicit

in that body, to that hairless unmuscular body,

that face, that naked skin, to the identity between

that skin and the life it contains.

- Marguerite Duras -

 

 

SeeD and the City: Scarlet Interlude

 

Darkness…

 

I'm surrounded by a Stygian darkness. All I sense is the sound of his voice as it beckons me to him…

 

A deep baritone sounding voice.

 

“Come to me, Xu Hideyoshi.”

 

I turn in the direction of his voice. It's so dark I wouldn't be able to see my own hand if I were to place it right in front of my face.

 

“Stop.”

 

I stop. I can hear his even breathing. He must be standing. His voice sounded somewhere above my head. I concluded: He's tall.

 

“How can you see me?”

 

“I can smell you.”

 

I feel large hands on my body. They could be his. They could be someone else's hands. Anyone's hands. I don't know. I can't see.

 

“You did not undress.”

 

He does not sound pleased.

 

“It wasn't part of the deal.”

 

That is my facetious reply. Something inside me rebelling against what I'm about to do. Suddenly, I gasp. He rips my dress neatly in two.

 

“Hey! You fucking son-of-a-bitch! Couldn't you just ask me to take it off!?”

 

“Tch, tch… Such unladylike language, unbefitting of a Hideyoshi…”

 

His mouth is on mine, effectively silencing my reply. One hand spans my waist, traces the line up my spine. His other hand traces the contours of my thighs, my buttocks. Another rip. My panties are gone.

 

Just as swiftly, he scoops me up and takes a few steps. He drops me onto something soft. A bed. He covers me with his body. He's naked, as I am.

 

“Spread your legs.”

 

I comply, while my mind screams for him to get it over with.

 

I feel the hard contours of his body between my legs. Against my will, I gasp again. He buries his mouth between my thighs, and the roughness of his thick tongue penetrate my body. I have to bite my lips to suppress the deep moan that wants to escape my mouth.

 

I bury my hands against his hair, against his shoulders. His hair feels surprisingly soft and springy. His shoulders are wide and muscular. He places one of my legs over his shoulder. His lips and tongue are incredibly proficient… I feel an explosion coming…

 

When I come back to myself, I hear his voice whisper into my ear.

 

“You are a delicious morsel, Xu Hideyoshi.”

 

He makes me taste myself when he kisses me. A deep throated kiss. Hyne! I'm more than ready for him now!

 

I decide to do some damage of my own. With my lips I taste his neck and with my hands I probe him between the thighs. I stroke him with the palms of my hands, with my fingertips. He's pulsing hard. So erect. I cannot close my fingers around him.

 

“Let me taste you too.”

 

“No.”

 

He pushes me back on the mattress, and positions me so that my legs are spread wide apart, my knees bent. In one swift move, he impales me with his massive length and buries his face against my neck.

 

I cry out loud.

 

The pleasure is incredible.

 

I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I lift my hips up to take him more fully inside, and wrap one of my legs around his waist.

 

We move in the ancient rhythms of mating.

 

Unexpectedly, he turns sideways and slides one of my legs over his shoulder.

I moan again.

 

I feel him so deeply inside me.

 

He sways his hips, and starts to slowly glide himself in and out.

 

I'm so far gone, I can barely breathe.

 

Suddenly, he slides completely out of me and turns around again until I'm resting on top of him. He places his hands on my hips and orders.

 

“Ride me.”

 

Desperate to have him now, I mount him and ride him like a wild thing…

 

I must've screamed very loudly, but he made no move to silence me. I had managed to undermine his incredible control. I managed to wrestle a loud groan of pleasure from him. I place my lips on his throat so I can feel the vibrations coming from his vocal chords, even as I feel him spill his seed, thick and hot, deep inside me…

 

I let myself go into the blinding light.

 

How is it possible to know everything there is to know about a man's body without knowing his face?

 

At one time he remarks casually.

 

“You did not wait for me.”

 

“Did you expect me to?”

 

Instead of an answer, he enters me in one swift stroke. After he makes me scream in pleasure, he places his lips on my ear and says.

 

“No.”

 

For seven days and seven nights we are like this. Sometimes silent. Sometimes talking.

 

On our last night together I ask him.

 

“Has honour been satisfied?”

 

“When you give birth to our child, the debt will be discharged.”

 

He kisses me deeply and says.

 

“Now I will satisfy us.”

 

I'm not sure if when I leave this place I will be happy or unhappy. I'm not sure if I will miss him or not. I don't even know who he is.

 

One thing I do know.

 

Darkness will never be the same for me again.eHe

 

 

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Finis

 

a/n:

The epigraph is an excerpt from The Malady of Death by Marguerite Duras.