By: Starla
He wasn’t
sure how many he’d had. But he was beginning to feel a bit smashed. Surely he
hadn’t had that many, now, had he? He wasn’t even sure where it had come
from. No, wait, he knew. Fujin, she’d brought two bottles of something. How the
hell had she got her hands on booze? It was strictly forbidden to intake any
kind of intoxicating drinks in the Garden, and Fujin wasn’t one to break the
rules, was she? Where the hell was she anyway? She’d just disappeared suddenly,
leaving all...
“Fujin?”
Seifer tried to focus on the person who’d just come through the door. What was
she wearing? Or rather, what wasn’t she wearing. Her usual outfit was gone,
leaving her standing infront of him in black laced underwear.
“Seifer,”
her voice was much different, softer, lower, “I want you.”
Seifer got
up, surprised he legs would actually bear him. And it was a wonder they did,
considering the situation and his consuming of alcohol during the past hour.
“Fujin,
um,” he began, “I’m very flattered, but you know, I have a girlfriend.”
Fujin
smiled slyly. “Oh, Seifer,” she said, he still couldn’t get over how she had
changed her speak, “you know I don’t care about Rinoa. And besides, she can
keep you, I just want your body.”
“I’m really
drunk and I think you are too, so this will be really embarrassing in the
morning, so I’ll just go now and we’ll forget... ah,” the words left him as the
warmth of Fujin’s hand suddenly was over his groin. Maybe he wasn’t so drunk
after all, as his body quickly gave respons to her touch.
His trenchcoat
fell to the floor. Fujin’s hands tugged at his t-shirt and soon it joined the
trenchcoat on the floor. Her lips closed around one of his nipples and it would
have stiffened immediately if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was already
stiff.
“Fujin, I’m
sorry but I can’t do...”
He was
pushed down on the bed, Fujin held him down by poking her knee into his ribs.
She started working on his belt and soon it out of it’s loops.
“Put your
arms behind you,” she demanded.
“Fuu, I...”
“ARMS.”
Seifer
found himself obeying, he got up to a half sitting position and then his wrists
were tied together with the belt.
He was
naked. He didn’t know how she had managed to get all his clothes off so quickly
but she had. Fujin was sitting at the end of the bed, taking his every feature
in with her lascivious gaze. She slowly freed herself from her bra, throwing it
carelessly to the side. Then she stretched out her legs, the skin of her calf
touching his side. The impulse to reach out and touch her smooth legs was prevented
by his bounds. He groaned in annoyance.
She slipped out of her briefs, then got up on
her knees. She placed one leg on each side of him, and sat down between his
legs. Her hand reached down to fondle him as her mouth trailed over his chest.
Further and further down it trailed. Her tongue suddenly flickered over the
head of his shaft, then her mouth closed over the whole lenght. The sudden
sensation made him cry out loud.
“Fujin,
please, I can’t. If Rinoa finds out...” he was silenced as he hinted teeth Then
he let out a moan as Fujin’s tongue circled up along his erection then over the
head again. She pulled herself up and kissed him deeply before she guided him
into her cleft. She too moaned as he fully entered her.
She leaned
back and started moving. He desperately tried to get free from his ties, the
urge to touch her was getting insufferable. Fujin smiled a little. I bet
Rinoa doesn’t do this with him, she thought. Her inner muscles massaged
him, making his pleasure almost painful.
“Argh,
Fujin...” he panted. The sight of her was just getting too much for him to
bear. Her lips slightly parted, broken gasps slipping out with her every
movement. Her head was thrown back, eye half closed. Her silver hair shimmering
in the dark. Her small, pale breasts slowly swaying. He tried once more to
break free but it seemed impossible. Her rhythm changed, her hips started
rocking faster, yet pulling herself further back, making him almost slip out of
her. She got up, her hands clasping his shoulders, her short nails digging into
his skin, as her hips were almost slamming against his. Her shallow breaths
were warm against his neck. Her body tensed, his arched up from the bed as his
semen was released into her. Then collapsed over him, they held that position
for a few moments, panting and exhausted.
She
released him from the belt and he fell down on the bed with her over him. His
tongue trailed over her neck and shoulder. Her skin was sweaty and salt. Seifer sought her lips with his own but she
turned away and rolled off of him.
“GO,” she
said.
He looked
up at her, a bit surprised.
“Can’t I
stay?” he asked.
“NO. GO.”
“What? Why?
I want to stay here with you Fuu.”
“Go back to
your girlfriend, Seifer,” she mumbled and turned to her side.
Seifer got
up, not to happy about the fact that she didn’t want him to stay. He pulled on
his pants then went over to the bed again to kiss her but she slapped her hand
away.
“GO,” she
muttered into her pillow.
He muttered
something himself then got into the rest of his clothes. Fujin was asleep
before he’d even left her room.
The End