Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Rough Sex ❯ The Power is Mine ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rough Sex II
by Andromache
E-mail: silverfireangel@hotmail.com
Rating: It is frickin' NC-17!!
Set to:
The Power is Mine (Coda)
by Lords of Acid (I sense a theme here.)

Porn to be Wild!!!
Due to the great amount of positive responses, I will make this into a series of sorts. And, no, LadyRogue007, none of them will be clean.

Disclaimer shite:

I do not own the FF8 characters portrayed herein. The Power is Mine (Coda) belongs to Lords of Acid. I like them. The perversion suits me. Speaking of suits, please do not bring the legal variety against me.

Note: The lyrics in parentheses are from the original version of the song and are not apart of the Coda mix.
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I know what you like.
I know what you need.
You want to hear me suffer.
You own my seed.
I kiss the leather of your high heel shoes
I lick the spaces that you choose.
I can see that you are reaching out for me.
I crawl like a man. That's my destiny.
When it's over, I'm back in my cave.
'Cause you're my master, and I'm your slave.

Quistis stirred in her sleep as she felt a soft, cool draft blow over her body. After feeling the draft in some more sensitive areas, she remembered that she was now completely nude. And resting her head on someone's powerful, smooth chest. She craned her neck upwards and realized that the someone that she was using for a pillow was Seifer, who was as naked as she was and cradling her in his arms.

Dear Hyne, did she really sleep with Seifer? Quistis smiled and blushed. She had slept with him. The memories of the night before came rushing back to her as the sun slowly came up above the waters. The sky was now the same shade as the blush that warmed her cheeks. She really did it...err..him. Whatever she had done, it brought a smile to her lips.

Quistis raised her head and realized that her hair had come undone during the night. She shook her head gently, letting the ends tickle the skin on Seifer's bare chest. He felt the almost insensible touch and started. His first sight when he opened his tired, blue eyes was Quistis, her blonde hair tangled and glinting in the sunrise like a crown of gold. She smiled mischievously and gently scratched the grooves on his stomach with her left hand. Her right was curved underneath his left ear and stroking the skin on his neck.

Seifer embraced Quistis tighter in his arms and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled like a mixture of the ocean and the mixed sweat from both of their bodies.

Tiny grains of sand clung to their bodies. Seifer took it as an excuse to caress Quistis' body as he brushed the little granules from her smooth, pale skin, letting his hands linger over her lower back. She purred at the touch and stretched, brushing her breasts over his torso, causing Seifer to moan softly in his throat. Lust had already made its presence known in his body, and even her unintentional touch was enough to fan the desire which was now quite physical and jutting insistently against Quistis' abdomen. She laughed softly and took hold of Seifer's manhood with her left hand and positioned her mouth just above the head of the erection, licking her lips devilishly. Then she tortured him.

She licked a delicate trail with the tip of her tongue on the underside of his shaft and caused Seifer to groan. Kissing the very tip of the head, Quistis patted Seifer's thigh and got to her knees. She knelt, even then regal as a queen, and searched for her clothing. Spying the haphazard pile of clothing, she quickly crawled over to it and sorted her clothing from Seifer's.

Seeing that she was preparing to get dressed, Seifer had the presence of mind to realize that Quistis was torturing him on another level. His body was screaming with the denial of pleasure as he roused himself to sit down beside his new lover and dress himself. He shook the sand from his pants and pulled them over his legs and somewhat softening erection. Unfortunately there was still a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants.

Quistis also pulled on her vinyl pants and reached for her black vinyl top. She put her arms through the straps and then reached behind her back to take care of the ties. Seifer intervened, taking the ties from her hands and then lightly kissing the taut skin of her spine. He grudgingly tied her top and swatted her backside as a little bit of punishment.

Making a noise of surprise, Quistis turned around and rewarded Seifer with a light slap to his thigh. He, already in a precarious position, lost his balance and fell back onto the sand. She laughed at the sight of the taller man lying in a heap of lust and frustration on the beach. He shook the sand out of his hair and laughed a little himself before getting up, taking Quistis bodily in his arms, and carried her screaming into the ocean.

(I feel your deep devotion
Dive into my ocean
Drink some of my potion of love
Come quench my desire
Fill me up with fire
You know it's never enough)

When her head appeared above water, Quistis bore a strong resemblance to a wet cat, hissing and spitting. She cursed at Seifer, who merely took her into his embrace again and kissed her to silence the tirade. She kissed back and then dashed out of the water as fast as the water would allow. He followed her out of the water and brushed off the sand that clung to his wet feet before seeking his shoes while Quistis did the same, looking for her boots. When both were prepared to leave the beach after Seifer had retrieved the remnants of his vest, he and Quistis walked down the streets of Balamb towards the Garden.

The silence between the lovers was awkward. Neither knew what to say to the other. The sun slowly rose above the streets of Balamb as they meandered down the cobblestone paths. Tentatively, Seifer rested his right arm around Quistis' waist. In the other, he clutched his vest. Quistis relaxed at his touch. Apparently he had decided that it was a good thing to be seen as Quistis' lover. The Trepies would be jealous when they found out. Oh well.

They then arrived at the gates of Balamb Garden. Seifer stopped abruptly. He could not walk into the Garden. He was still hated by a large majority of the students and SeeDs that made their homes there. Seifer himself was also still ashamed of his actions while possessed by the Sorceress Ultimecia. He just could not bring himself to go inside the Garden. His pride and shame would not let him, no matter how much he rationalized the situation.

Quistis had walked forward while Seifer had stopped. Noticing that Seifer no longer was beside her, she also paused and turned around to see Seifer looking at her with a forlorn expression. She then understood that he could not follow her into the Garden just yet. Something prevented him. Quistis ran up to Seifer and kissed him fully on the lips. She whispered in his ear that she would meet him tonight at the same club as the night before.

She hoped as she hurried to her dorm room that no one would come with her to the club. There was only one thing on her mind that day, and Seifer was it.

Quistis made it into her room and locked the door behind her. Being a SeeD, she was glad to have her own room. She grabbed a towel from her towel rack on the back of the door and stripped her vinyl clothes off for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. Quistis wrapped the forest green terry cloth towel around her torso and headed for the bathroom on her floor.

She turned the hot water all the way up as she waited for the water to heat up. Her shampoo, conditioner and soap awaited inside the shower stall. Once the water was to her liking, Quistis unwrapped the towel, hung it on a hook outside the stall, and stepped into the shower stall. The steaming hot water flowed over her tired body. There were certain reddened areas on her body that were results of Seifer having kissed her there and gently sucking the flesh.

She massaged the raspberry-scented shampoo and conditioner through her tangled blonde hair and washed her skin with a delicately perfumed soap. She did all of this absentmindedly, Seifer still at the forefront of her thoughts. in her fantasy, he knelt at her feet, his hands caressing her skin and doing the act that she was doing now. He would be bathing her with the fealty that a vassal would show his lord. Or in this case, his lady.

Quistis finished showering and turned off the flow of water. Her wet hair draped over her shoulders, she reached for her soft towel that she had hung outside of the stall. She wrapped it around her body and stepped out of the stall and then out of the shared bathroom. Quistis made her way quickly through the hallways because the building seemed so much colder when she had wet hair.

Just as she made it into her room and closed the door, Rinoa walked by the room on her way to the bathroom herself. She was going to tell Quistis soon that they were going to go back to the same club as last night because of the live band that would be there that evening. Oh well, she thought. I will tell her later.

Rinoa never got the chance to tell Quistis the plan for that evening. The former instructor cloistered herself in her room or the secret area within the training center. Quistis spent much of her time mulling over what the implications were of her starting this tumultuous relationship with Seifer. He did not seem to think that it was necessarily a bad thing, and that fact lightened her heart a bit. That was thought over easily enough, but the real problem lay in the reception from the other heroes of the war against Ultimecia. Some people might not have that much of a grudge against Seifer, but Squall might. Rinoa still may have feelings about the former friendship that she had shared with the young man over a year before.

At this moment, Quistis sat with her knees pressed against her torso on a ledge in the secret area. She rested her head on her kneecaps and looked out over the Garden. The loops around the top curved gracefully over the groups of students that had taken the afternoon off to practice for the upcoming SeeD exam. Some engaged in mock duels while others lazed about on the grass and talked about their hopes of passing the test.

Quistis felt a small twinge at not being an instructor anymore, but she had a life now that may never involve SeeD again if the situation arose.

She unfolded herself from her cramped position and stood up. She purposefully left the training center, merely glaring if a grat decided to wander a little too close to her. As soon as she was able to concentrate without the threat of annoying little jungle creatures, Quistis instead smiled and thought of what she would wear to the club that night when she went to meet Seifer. Something in...velvet, perhaps. There was still plenty of time to decide and shop for something if need be.

Unknown to Quistis, Rinoa and Selphie were also planning what they were going to wear to the club. The owner of the club had announced that couples that entered the club and then entered the dance contest that they were having with the live band would get into the club without a cover charge. Selphie had negotiated with the guys to come back to the club when she heard about the contest. At the very least, it would be a fun experience for all of them.

Since she had not been able to find Quistis all day, Rinoa assumed that she would not be going to the club and would not need a date. The blind date that she had arranged for Quistis that evening would have to be called off. The purported date was still welcome to accompany them to the club anyway.

Quistis now stood looking over some selections from her closet. Nothing really satisfied her as an alluring costume for meeting with Seifer at the club. She owned very little provocative clothing actually. Quistis never had reason before this to wear this kind of clothing. Now she was wondering if her clothing did not show enough skin. It was a pleasing irony.

She could not settle on any particular combination and resolved to go to Balamb and shop for something a little more inappropriate. She had to snicker at the last thought.

Leaving the Garden, Quistis walked on the path to Balamb. She arrived within minutes at the small clothing district within the small town. Deling City would have had a larger selection than Balamb, but that was a moot point. This was her resource for now.

She found an out of the way boutique that sold clothing popular with the club-going crowd. Amongst a small throng of shoppers, Quistis found a black vinyl dress that had a simple neckline and came down to just above her knees. As a complement to the dress, she spied an ankle-length black lace duster that tied across her chest. Quistis stifled a gasp when she tried on the clothing. She looked like an evil version of Rinoa. At least, she resembled a negative of the real thing with the colors reversed. Still, it looked perfect on her. She paid for the dress and duster and sought a shoe store for matching footwear. After searching inside there for about an hour, Quistis found a racy pair of four-inch tall heels with ankle straps and an open toe. If anything, the new outfit made her feel powerful. The heels at least would make good weapons.

She hurried back to the Garden and into her room to change for the rendezvous with Seifer. Even a little bit giddy, Quistis blushed as she put on the dress and duster and tied the ankle straps of the shoes. She got used to the extraordinary height of the shoes quickly and walked around her room a few times to make sure that she could keep her balance well enough.

Quistis then realized that she would have a more difficult problem then deciding what to wear. How was she going to get to te club? There was no way that she was actually going to walk all the way to Balamb in these heels. She had to think of a plan. Ah, yes. She could rent a car from the Garden and drive it there.

With that settled, it was time to leave for the club. Night had fallen on the land, perfect for the kind of time that Quistis planned on having that evening. She quickly fixed her hair into a more glamorous version of the usual style. She pulled down a few strands and then applied a neutral shade of lipstick. Then she walked as quietly as she could down to the garage to rent the car. On her way into the garage, she spotted the group of her friends, also attired for the club, renting a car as well. The other six, Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie, Zell, and his library girl, were talking animatedly about something called Midnight Special. Quistis did not catch exactly what it was as they crowded into one of the cars and drove off.

Gathering her resolve which had nearly been shattered by the sudden discovery that her friends were probably going to the club, Quistis walked forward again and requested a vehicle from the attendant. Taking the keys and getting into the car, she settled herself into the seat, put the key into the ignition, and started the car. She drove the short distance between the Garden and Balamb quickly and arrived at the garage in Balamb and dropped off the car. From there, she walked to the club.

She saw Seifer standing outside of the club and flashed him a warm smile. Quistis had not expected him to be waiting outside the club when she arrived. He gestured to the line of people outside of the club. At the head of a line was a sign that advertised that Midnight Special was playing there that night and that there was a dance contest. Specifically, a dance contest for couples. Quistis raised a hand to her throat when she saw Seifer grin. Apparently, he wanted her for his dance partner in the contest.

He stepped away from the wall that he had been leaning on in the shadows and walked up to Quistis. He had decided on a tight-fitting black shirt and a pair of somewhat loose-fitting black pants. The only real item of color was a belt buckle with an ancient design called the Tree of Life. Before she could protest about anything, that it was ludicrous to have a ballroom dance contest in a nightclub or that she really was not a very good dancer, Seifer put his right arm around her waist like he did that morning and led her into the line, even a scant five or so couples behind the group from the Garden. Fortunately, they had been distracted by something and had not seen the exchange of looks between Seifer and Quistis.

Seifer held Quistis in front of him, kissing the top of her blonde head and touching her sleek form with his hands. He took in the faint scent of raspberries and sighed against her cheek. Quistis soon responded with sliding one of her hands up and cupping his cheek. While she was doing that, Seifer released his hold and reached into his pocket to retrieve a gift for Quistis. He placed a choker around her neck. She moved her raised hand and touched the delicate chains that dangled from the collar and kissed Seifer's cheek in gratitude.

While he had given her the gift, the line progressed rather quickly and soon they were inside the club again. The band, Midnight Special, would only start at midnight, so the club was sponsoring a dance contest sometime in the three hours or so until midnight.

Quistis spotted the group sitting at the table that they had used last night and was also spotted by them. Six mouths dropped as Seifer escorted Quistis with an arm at her waist to a small table away from the bar and closer to the dance floor. He went to the bar and ordered in a terse manner two drinks for himself and Quistis. Seifer brought the drinks over to the table, set them down, and sat down himself in his chair. They spent a few moments in silence as Quistis fingered the chains on her choker. A small cross shaped like the Hyperion hung from the center of the chains and nestled in the hollow of her throat. Seifer smiled as if he was daydreaming and touched the back of Quistis' hand gently. She then gazed into his eyes and was lost for a moment until she realized the sappiness of the moment and looked away. There was something more that she could do with Seifer than stare lovingly over glasses of hard alcohol in a dark club. Possibly even something that would shock the others. She smiled at the idea that formed in her mind.

Quistis stood up and then sat on the tabletop beside Seifer's drink. His eyes lit up with a hint of desire as his view now included the lovely shape of his lover's thigh. She touched his chin with her right hand and lifted his gaze to her eyes.

From the other table of SeeDs, Rinoa and the rest looked on with shock. They saw their beloved friend apparently seducing their former enemy. Rinoa still felt a little bit jealous. Seifer really had meant nothing more than a friend to her, but then she never had imagined that he would ever pursue another female, especially Quistis, the person she thought least likely to be the object of such affection.

Quistis bent her face to Seifer's and kissed him deeply and thoroughly.

If it were physically possible, Squall's jaw would have dropped to the floor of the club. His rival was now on the receiving end of a very passionate kiss from Quistis Trepe. Irvine and Selphie had been discussing Irvine's latest transgression when they also had been distracted by the kiss. Zell and the library girl looked up from their conversation when they noticed that everyone else at the table was looking elsewhere. They were as shocked as well. The only thing that interrupted anyone from going to Quistis' and Seifer's table to demand an explanation was the announcement that the dance contest was starting.

The announcer warned that the contest was for couples only and would feature fast dances. IT would start out with the salsa. Rinoa tugged on Squall's hand and urged him onto the dance floor. Zell begged out because he did not know the dance, and Irvine and Selphie would make up the lack of experience with enthusiasm. Seifer and Quistis took the chance instead to leave the club, and Quistis figured that she would lead Seifer in another dance altogether.

Dance the dance of lovers,
I don't need no other
To ride the waves of pleasure and pain.
Come on, boy, obey me.
Lick my boots to please me.
Maybe I will loosen your chains.

Quistis led Seifer back to the car that she had rented from the Garden and told him to get in. She went to the driver's side of the car, opened the door, and sat down in the seat. She leaned over and unlocked Seifer's door, and he sat down beside her. Quistis started the engine and drove back to the Garden. Once she was able to park and hand the keys back to the attendant, Quistis quickly led Seifer to her room in the dormitory. She had strategically decorated her room to look as refined as possible.

She bade Seifer to sit down on her iron gray bedcovering and to start undressing himself in front of her as she watched while sitting in her chair. Quistis watched intently as first the boots that Seifer wore, then the tight black shirt was removed and thrown onto the carpeted floor. The ornate belt followed suit as did the black pants, and Seifer stood before Quistis with nothing to hide from her eyes, least of all his growing arousal.

The next instruction was that Seifer should undress her. He licked his lips with anticipation.

I can break your will - I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
'Cause the power is mine.
The power is mine.

Back at the club, Rinoa and Squall danced quite innocently, a few inches apart from the other. The dance itself was quite passionate, but Squall was a little hesitant to do the dance. It reflected in his lead to Rinoa, who looked a little stiff by extension. Zell sat and sipped a shared drink with his date while Irvine and Selphie learned the dance quickly and gave even the best dancers on the floor some competition.

I can break your will - I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
'Cause the power is mine.
Oh yeah.

In Quistis' room, Seifer, now nude, knelt before Quistis and removed the dangerous four-inch tall heels from her feet. He lightly kissed the instep of her foot and then her ankle and calf. Rocking forward so that he knelt on his knees and untied the lace duster. Quistis shrugged the duster off her shoulders and allowed Seifer to take the duster from her and drop it onto his own clothing.

He then wrested her from the chair and then placed her onto her stomach on the bed. Seifer unzipped the black dress and slid it off of her body, revealing the small black thong that Quistis had worn underneath the dress. Lifting the waistband, Seifer kissed the base of her spine, elliciting a small moan from Quistis. He decided to leave his gift of the choker on as he gently turned Quistis onto her back and parted her thighs and knelt between them. He had magic of his own to demonstrate to his sorceress.

Seifer encircled his arms under her hips and lifted her body so he could taste her intimately. Quistis observed this with a pleased expression. In a way, he was worshipping her body and giving a sacrifice of pleasure.

He delicately touched the very tip of his own tongue to her clitoris in an echo of the torture that she had used earlier that morning. She responded with a soft cry as he increased the pressure and frequency of his tongue over her moistening flesh. When she began to rock her hips in time to his tongue, he increased the pressure again and was rewarded with a loud cry from Quistis as she arched her back in the great amount of pleasure that he had caused her.

You need to be punished.
And it will never finish.
You are just a dog on a leash.
Lick me, baby, lick me.
Let me make you happy.
But only if you're begging me please.

When the waves of sensation stopped, Quistis breathed heavily to regain her composure. Seifer disengaged his arms from her back and shifted himself to lay on Quistis' body. He kissed her then, giving her a taste of her own sweet moisture. She licked his lips and then pushed him onto his back.

I can break your will - I can make you kneel.
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
'Cause the power is mine

Inside of the club, every SeeD had stopped dancing in deference to the better dancers from the town. They sat at the table again and started to discuss what they had seen Quistis and Seifer do earlier, kissing and then vanishing all of a sudden. Selphie was all for following them to wherever they had gone and doing an inquisition, but then Zell pointed out that they had left so long ago that it would be next to impossible to track them. Eventually it was decided that they would return to the Garden at Rinoa's suggestion since she mentioned that Quistis had done the same thing the night before, and she had seen a towel-clad Quistis that morning in the dormitory. They paid for their drinks and left the club.

I can break your will - I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
'Cause the power is mine.
The power is mine.

Settled on his back, Seifer grasped Quistis' hips as she once again teased him with only the barest touch of her moistened curls on the tip of his erection. She stayed a little bit longer this time, moving only when Seifer begged. She reached past his head to her nightstand where she kept her whip and withdrew it from the drawer. Quistis raised Seifer's hands to the headboard of the bed and bound his hands to the headboard with her whip.

When she resumed her position over his hips, his hard shaft in her hands below the junction of her thighs, Seifer whimpered with the loss of control and fairly begged that she make love to him.

Quistis obliged, and Seifer was soon engulfed by the warm, wet caress of Quistis' core on his loins. She bit her lip slightly as she rode Seifer as she did the night before. Some things were different though. Seifer was completely under her control this time.

He tensed his arms and abdomen and surprised her by shifting his hips beneath her and started to ride the rider as it were. Quistis compromised by moving her hips with his and kissed him hard on the lips as she felt her climax near again. Seifer took it as his cue to thrust as hard as he could into her to aid her climax along. As he did so, he felt his own climax begin to make itself known to him.

I can break your will - I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
'Cause the power is mine.
The power is mine, yeah.

With a passionate cry, Quistis collapsed, laying on Seifer's body as he, too, reached the point of no return. They lay dazed on her bed for quite some time until Quistis regained the presence of mind to release Seifer's hands from their binding. Dropping the whip to the carpet, Quistis let Seifer's softening manhood be free of her body. They settled themselves underneath the bedcovers and entwined themselves in each other's arms and finally were able to speak.

"Quistis?" Seifer asked.

"Yes, Seifer?"

"Do you see the shadows underneath your door? And do you hear people talking?"

She craned her head and listened for a moment. "I do."

"What do you think that means?"

She did not have time to answer before the door came crashing in as Squall and Irvine knocked in the door. Quistis doubted there were as many words for the color red in language as there were on Squall's face. Zell and the rest followed them into her room. Most blushed as deeply as Squall did, and Zell demanded, "Seifer, what the hell are you doing here?"

Seifer smiled arrogantly as ever and replied, "Actually, it is more of a question of who I am doing." Quistis smacked him on his chest, and he continued, "Well, Chicken-Wuss, I guess that you should be the first to know that we are in love and will be getting married."

I know what you want.
I know what you need.
I can tell it by your sigh,
the way that you breathe.
My passionate love, lust, and then
I can feel the blood pumping in your veins.
I feel your nails clawing in my chest.
No time to relax. No time to rest.
I want to be punished.
I have to obey.
'Cause you're my master
And I'm your slave.
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Author's note:

Well, a nice surprise ending there. Umm, please do not hurt me for what I wrote in the story. It took me a long time to figure out what to do, and I like the product. If you want to know the real significance of the choker that Seifer gave Quistis, please e-mail me at sorceressgalatea@yahoo.com.

Andromache