Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Like the First Morning ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS, SQUEAMISH PEOPLE, OR PEOPLE WHO LIKE THEIR SEX TO BE FULL OF LOVE. I DO NOT WANT TO RECEIVE NASTY EMAILS BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T LIKE WHAT YOU READ.
Warnings: graphic hentai (graphic sex), drug use, sadism (sexually-derived cruelty).
All warnings mentioned apply. I WARNED YOU TWICE.
Okay, kids, if you wanna read this, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO. I figure I can't stop you, but don't go getting all traumatized on me .
You don't have to read The Clinic to understand this, so you know. Just read this.
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Like the First Morning
Chapter One:
Ruts the Savant
intro. pick-ups…
The man smiled and mumbled something to himself. His ice blue eyes scanned the bar's pool area for the prettier girls; finding one, he smiled wider.
His steps, as he walked in her direction, were sure- he knew exactly what to say; he knew her type well. Alone, waiting for a date who hadn't showed up…
He smiled at her; she looked captivated.
Horror of horrors, he couldn't remember what to say. This is bullshit!
At length, he indicated the pool table. "Want to play?"
"Why were you quiet so long?" She replied instead.
"Looking at your eyes. They're very pretty." At least it was halfway honest.
She grinned at him. "Erin."
i. come on doc…
Kadowaki looked at him with bleary, crusted eyes. She gazed at the bottle of Anodyne on the table and blinked at his finger on the top, keeping her from opening it.
"Come on, Doc. Just tell me. It's easy, ya know." His soothing voice seemed so reasonable to her hazy, whirling mind.
"Confidentiality…" She slurred. "Can't…tell you…."
"If you tell me, I'll give you more Anodyne, ya know." He stroked in between her legs.
"An'-dyne." She giggled drunkenly.
He leaned closer and murmured into her ears, stroking her hair soothingly. "Yes. Tell me. You want to, ya know."
"…Has…Adrenaline…deficiency…syndrome& hellip;" she mumbled.
"What's that mean?"
"Can't handle…adrenaline…gets…dizzy…confused…." Kadowaki murmured and moaned as he gripped her harder.
"Good girl. What are you?"
"Fucking cunt…whore…drunk." She said it by rote; many such had sessions taught her that much.
"Whose are you?"
"Anybody's."
With that, Squall stood up. She had told him all he wanted to know. He could rest now.