Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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

Water cascaded down Sephiroth's nude body. Trickling down his muscles, and tracing fine lines. His hair fuzzed with soup bubbles as he scrubbed his head. A week had passed, and Star deemed it time to remove the stitches. This was his first true shower in days. Sephiroth dove under the water again. The steam wafting up around him, as soup out lined his best features before washing away.
Slowly Sephiroth's hands moved down his front sending waves of water rushing before them. They moved in and out of the small intentions of the muscles before coming to rest on his hips. He moaned softly as he arched his back. His bright green eyes closed, it was pleasure to be under the rush of the water again. Slowly his hands traveled back upwards till they pulled back the grey hair that had plastered against his body.
As he rung out his hair he began to hum that sounded much like a whimpering. Then slowly he reached over and shut off the water. His green eyes finally came open. Reaching out of the shower he grabbed the towel and began slowly to pat dry his skin.
"Must you make taking a shower look like a sex act?"
Sephiroth startled, and then looked towards Starla to see her in her sleeping garments. Red flushed his face like a wave before dissipating. With a quick sorry he wrapped the towel around his waist and jogged for the door. Having eyed his shower scene Starla had an urge and she could not let it go. Awkwardly she kissed him, he backed up till he was pressed against the wall Starla staring at the ground stunned by what she had just done. Tears welled in her eyes, and she covered her face. Amused Sephiroth smiled, then soothingly he spoke to her.
"Smile," He answered. His voice came low. He reached up taking hold of a strand of her hair. Gently he pulled his fingers along the filaments of raven silk. "You're pretty when you smile, Starla."

Her mind emptied, hearing those words come from him. Nothing that would come out coherently could be found as she scrambled to catch her thoughts. And before anything further could register, strong hands gripped her behind her neck, and she felt herself being pulled forward. Her every instinct told her to flee, to pull back before she crossed the boundary into the forbidden. But before another thought of objection could play out in her mind, he crushed his mouth to hers. She went rigid, and her eyes wide. But his mouth moved over hers ever so gently and that rigid body went limp in his arms, and those wide eyes closed.

A flash of passion rushed through her reaching the tips of her toes. And every inch of her body lit afire, engulfing her soul in one steaming blaze. His tongue delved between her soft lips in slow sensual movements and he hungrily took what he desired for weeks. He moaned against her mouth. Her lips were so soft, and her mouth so moist. He encircled her waist with his arms, and lifted her until her feet dangled above the floor. Instinct led her, and she wrapped her legs around his leans waist and encircled his neck with her arms. They passed through the bathroom door, and over the carpeted floor of her bedroom.

And before she knew it, she found herself engulfed in a sea of blankets, and he wasn't far behind. His hard body crushed down on hers, but is weight wasn't unwelcome. He led his mouth away from hers, and trailed his tongue over her bottom lip. A minute second past and he suckled the tender flesh until it was a deep shade of red from sensuous abuse. Her mouth was his to claim over and over, and he claimed it, drinking heartily of his own desire.

Calloused hands, traced milky thighs. Up, over, and underneath the soft fabrics of her top, he guided his fingers, seeking his target. His hands cupped her soft mounds. He caressed her nipples gently with his thumb while he used his clever mouth worked to bring out more excited moans. Her heart raced in her chest. Passion battled reason as he continued in his seduction of her.

He pushed her shirt up, revealing two perfectly shaped mounds. Hurriedly he wrapped his warm and very wet mouth around her softened peeks. He flicked his tongue, and suckled her rosy nipples until she writhed, and bucked in pure ecstasy against his teasing ministration.

"Open up for me." He whispered, and she obliged spreading her legs, and giving him access to her treasure. His finger found her pearl and she let out a throaty moan of passion.

"Sephiroth," She breathily called his name He moaned nipping the soft flesh of her alabaster mound. He could feel her arousal, slick against his finger and he intensified his assault.
Sephiroth closed his eyes fighting down his own desire. He was rock hard, and straining against the restraints of tightly wrapped towel. As if she'd heard his silent plea, Starla slid her hands down his smooth chest, over his taunt abs; slender fingers slipped threw the cloth. He groaned as she gripped him, giving a gentle tug. She ran her tongue over her lips feeling him in her hands. He was hard and soft all at once, resting in her palms. From the base to the tip, and back again, she dragged her hand, over his swollen member and he countered her movements rocking slowly, thrusting into her palm.

"Come for me." He whispered again, his voice low and filled with need.

She slipped her hand down covering his hand with hers. Instinctively she fell into rhythm with him.

"S-Sephiroth." She moaned. She dug her nails into the soft material of the comforter. Her body stiffened, and her back arched up against his hand. A glorious quake rushed through her, starting at the tip of her head all the way down to her toes, but he wasn't finished. She fell lax against the covers. Panting hard, she chased her breath and watched him closely.

"No fair," She whispered feeling those strong hands of his around her waist. "You were supposed to come with me."

"Don't worry." He gave a deliberate tug of her panties, leaving behind her partially clothed torso. "I'm not done with you, Starla." He stood and hurriedly disposed of the towel.

Starla could feel her self getting damp over the mere sight of him. In front of her eyes stood the most glorious man she'd ever seen. Soft yellow light passed through the bedroom widow, and fell over him in one breathtaking blanket. He looked like something from a fantasy, his silver hair sweeping his shoulders, his broad muscular chest, and taunt abs, all the way down to he long, sprinter legs. He was beautiful just as she'd always thought he was years ago.

He landed atop of her pressing her body back. His long fingers slipped beneath her shirt, ridding her of her final piece of clothing. Now she lay before him, as naked as the day she was born into the world, and his eyes feasted upon the sight. She moaned and bit down on her lower lip as his chest pressed against her aching nipples. He kissed his way down slowly, too slowly she thought. She needed to feel the warmth of his mouth as he suckled her peeks once more.

Hungrily he captured the rosy tips between his lips, and nicked her lightly, She moaned and arched her body up her belly touching his briefly before relaxing against the covers once more. He licked, sucked and teased her breast until she`d climaxed a second time, but he wasn't satisfied. He moved to his knees, and shadowed her body with his. Silver strands of his hair fell forward making his face even more handsome if such a thing was possible. "I want to be inside of you, Starla." He whispered against her neck. "Can I come inside?"

She nodded slowly unable to speak. He thrust a strong leg between her thighs and she felt all the desire he'd been holding onto perched near her entrance. With heated eagerness he thrust forward, sinking himself to the hilt. Starla gasped then moaned and he did like wise as their bodies joined. He grabbed her waist and began a slow rhythm. In and out, he rocked, carrying each thrust deeper than the last. He pressed his face into her shoulder and kissed her collar bone. She was so wet, and so tight, he was finding it hard to keep from finding his own release.
He pulled back nearly dislodging himself before submerging himself inside her hot sheath yet again. Over and over they rocked and writhed to each others passionate rhythm. Sweat rolled over her shoulder and onto her chest.
"S-Sephiroth." She cried into his ear and dug her nails into his back.
He felt her walls tighten around him and closed his eyes. He couldn't come. Not until he brought her release to completion. He thrust again and again and finally her body was soft in his arms again. He lifted his head and his mouth found hers. He was close, so close. With a final thrust, he released all of himself deep inside of her.

"Starla." He grunted and fell lax against her.
His breaths came short and fast as he rested his forehead against hers. He pushed up, locking his elbow and staring down at hr. Dark strands of raven hair clung to her damp brow. Her face was flushed and her pink lips inviting. He placed a quickly kiss on her succulent mouth then rolled away. He propped up on one elbow and gave her his attention.