Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII: Reverie ❯ Burn ( Chapter 25 )

What kind of fool am I
To want your body next to mine?
I want your body next to mine
I need you anytime
And I'm breaking down inside
Oh lord I'm breaking down inside
You cover me with all your hopeless fantasies I never had before
No I never had before
And now I'm living in my own reality 'cause of the things you did to me
Oh the things you did to me

Norelliies sat with her knees parted in front of her. She grasped her bottle of beer as if it would be her last ever. The chain of events had been extremely disturbing to her and she needed a greater ease from the strain. The alcohol soothed but she needed more…maybe more alcohol. She was unaware of a meandering predator named Timal.

He sat behind her and pushed his long legs out to her sides. Using his hips, he pressed his body against her and nibbled at her neck.

The Turk Elite head was so inebriated she did not struggle to get away. She simply turned he head to the side as he rubbed his face against hers and moaned.

“So, being from Wutai, have you ever fucked regular girls like me?”

The SOLDIER let out a husky giggle and looked over at Tseng and Navig who were seated facing them.

The Turk head raised an eyebrow while Navig shook his head and mouthed, “No don’t” with his lips.

Timal was never known to take no for an answer. He considered the question and the events that likely would transpire. For the sake of sport, he decided to be up front and honest with her so, in his native tongue he replied. “I’ve fucked a good plenty.” He said smoothly while passing his right hand underneath her armpit to rub at her loosely covered breasts.

Because Norelliies was not in her right mind, his response was lost on her. She nudged her hips back against his crotch to try to entice him. “No…a hottie like you?”

Tseng took another swig off his beer and looked at Navig with a grin, “Norelliies was never good at our language.” He spoke in Wutaian.

It was hard for Benton Navig to figure out a way to keep Timal from taking advantage of the poor woman. His eyes widened as he blurted out, “Cousin,” in basic.

“You guys are related?” Norelliies muttered and continued to grind her buttocks into Timal.

The tall Wutaian smiled and licked his lips. “Yeah, he is-he just wants us to take this somewhere else.” He took her hand and gently pressed it to the slowly growing slope in his pants. “I say we oblige him; he is older and doesn’t prefer women.”

Tseng laughed and snorted as Navig grabbed his bottle and downed the rest of his liquor. “Why does he always do this?!” He belched.

Norelliies lightly pinched at the space between Timal’s legs and led him back to her tent. “So, you wanna come good?” she whispered and firmly pressed her body against his, rubbing his muscular arms with her hands.

He looked down at her, noticing the shadow between the top of her breasts. Leira’s tits are bigger…why does Reno get the best ones? Rather then, blurt out his true feelings he moaned a little and began to undo the buttons of her overdress.

The blonde-haired woman placed her hands on his as they moved and watched his eager eyes.

Her breasts pushed outwards as the polyester prison parted and gave way. A smile crossed Timal’s lips, as he was able to fondle their roundness.

“Come and come again.” It was hard for him to control his accent as his excitement rose. He lowered his head to push his tongue between her lips.

As their mouths met, her hands left his and traveled over to his belts. The sound of leather brushing leather signaled a message of freedom throughout Timal’s body. He bumped his hips against Norelliies’ hands causing her fingers to trip a little. She felt his hands massage her nipples. They hardened as he continued to tweak and rub.

The kiss the two shared became strained as Norelliies finally shook off his fourth belt; soon he could fuck he tried to calm himself as he felt his erection crest the waistband of his cup. “Uhhhm.” he moaned and bumped her again. “I’m a big boy.” he mused as the kiss broke and her eyes gazed up into his.

“I’m banking on it.” She grinned as she began to work the zipper of his uniform’s pants.

The prospect of sticking his member into something was not his left hand quickly overcame his thoughts. He quickly left her breasts and undid the top part of his body armor to speed things along.

“So, what now?” Norelliies pushed her hands up and down his well-muscled naturally tan torso. She stood on her toes to administer a kiss but he was too tall for her so she settled for a nibble along his collarbone.

Her exposed skin was so curvaceous and warm he needed to feel more. Sliding her top from her shoulders, he snaked his arms around to place his hands on rear. She had such an exhilarating scent…maybe; it was her breath from all the liquor she had downed. He did not know and was too aroused to care. His hardness, still imprisoned, was too much for him to bear. With a bit of a jerk his left hand grabbed one of her wrists and placed it on his support.

Norelliies did not catch the hint completely; she pushed both her hands down into the faltering waistband of his pants and played with him.

Timal rolled his eyes becoming impatient. He was going to speak up but the woman had dropped to her knees and began to remove his cup. With a lift and pull of a white button she was able to slide the support out of his pants. His eyelids fluttered as he felt a slight breeze tickle the head of his penis. She looked up at him and licked her right ring finger and traced a cool trail of saliva along the base of his shaft.

Norelliies took the tip of him in her mouth and laved at him with her tongue; flicking it occasionally near his opening. “Someone’s a big man.” she purred as she wrapped an arm around his leg and used the other to rub the space between his testicles and thigh.

“Mmm, yeah, now suck!” Timal commanded. He looked down at her and saw she was staring at him. “I want you inside me,” she said in a deep voice.

To avoid her eyes he lifted his head and planted a hand on her head to play with her long golden locks. Norelliies knew what she wanted and was not about to let him order her around. She stood up before him and shucked her pants and under clothing off.

Being the player that he considered himself to be, Timal would eventually end up grinding into her anyway. Why not?

Norelliies wrapped her arms around him as he leaned in and forced his tongue into her mouth. One of his sinewy arms wound around behind her to grab and push up on her buttocks while the other went to her groin and began to finger her. “Uhh,” she groaned as one finger then two entered her. Timal pushed his digits into her causing her to bump up and down slowly.

She was pretty dry inside those lips but it was something that he had dealt with plenty of times before with other female SOLDIERs. While he waited for her to become wet enough to slide himself in, he released his hold of her buttocks and grabbed her left hand; putting it to his arousal. Gently she took him in her hand and began to jerk the skin back and forth.