Final Fantasy IX Sequal, "Forever Fantasy"
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy IX
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,082
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy IX, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pretty Aftermath
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At that very moment, Kuja, spent and physically exhausted gave a shuddering cry as he slid himself along the warm and visibly trembling body of Lowell, letting his form drop to one side of the turquoise haired man.
“Kuja…” Lowell moaned, one hand extricating itself from where it had been fiercely gripping the satin bed sheets.
“Lowell…” Kuja moaned in reply, his breath still coming in gasps, muscles aching as they began to slowly relax. He turned his slightly disheveled head to gaze into twin pools of azure lust.
Lowell smiled slightly as he gazed back into aquamarine depths, his cheeks tinted scarlet. All he could manage to conjure of human speech was, “Mnn… incredible…”
Kuja’s lips curled into a beautifully seductive smile, “You flatter me… You were incredible yourself... Lowell...” his voice betrayed his true inner feelings… He wanted more, and it didn’t matter that his body needed rest.
Lowell couldn’t suppress another moan as he forced himself into a sitting position, stretching his lithe form and running his fingers through his own consummated passion, which dripped deliciously down his smooth stomach. “Mmm… my body… is sore… aches…” Lowell slurred in broken tones, “…but it’s a good feeling.” He drew his wet fingers to his lips and suckled them, watching Kuja through lightly lidded eyes.
“I’m glad I could be of service…” Kuja smiled heatedly as he watched Lowell’s sinful mouth devoir his own seed, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Oh please! Believe me… the feelings are completely mutual, my dear…” the blue haired man laughed as he leaned over to plant a kiss on Kuja’s curled lips.
Kuja blushed then, “I guess you are right…” He pulled the smaller man into his arms roughly, locking their lips together fully and running his fingers through the soft, turquoise hair that always curled over Lowell’s delectable shoulders. “I want more…” he spoke thickly into the crook of Lowell’s neck as he moved his mouth to suckle the smooth, sinfully sweet skin.
“So… do I…” Lowell gasped lightly, feeling his body beginning to pull itself back from euphoria, “but... we shouldn’t… Won’t people be looking for you?”
“Hmm…” Kuja pulled back then, sounding disappointed but knowing the truth in Lowell’s statement, “I suppose you are right. Um… Lowell... will I see you again?” He stood slowly from the bed, drawing the smaller man with him.
Lowell didn’t need a second moment to answer, “I perform at Ruby’s Theater down town. Look for me and… also... if ever we need it, there’s always my dressing room…” The blue-haired Actor looked up into the silver-haired man’s face with a mischievous look in his eyes, licking his bottom lip.
Kuja chuckled then, nuzzling against Lowell’s cheek, “Indeed.”
The next few minutes between them were spent freshening up and clearing the room of any evidence left behind by their passion. Make up was reapplied and hair was brushed back to perfection.
“I’d best be off…” Lowell said as he stepped away from the dresser mirror, “I’ll leave first so no one suspects.”
“Alright,” Kuja nodded, pulling the man into his arms once more for a kiss.
“Goodbye, Kuja…” Lowell sighed and stepped back, hand on the doorknob behind him.
“Farewell for now, Lowell.” Kuja smiled warmly, “Don’t worry... we will see each other again.”
Lowell smiled back and nodded, before finally turning and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
Kuja sighed and strode to the window, looking out at the hundreds of people far below on the castle grounds and beyond. After about five minutes of waiting to give Lowell a well head start, Kuja also departed the room to rejoin the party.
On his way down the main staircase, Kuja nearly collided with Garnet. “Oh, good day, your highness,” he said politely, catching her by the shoulders to steady her.
“Hello Kuja, I was just looking for you,” she replied, finding her footing, “would you be so kind as to escort me out to the Town Square?”
“I would be honored, but grant me the pleasure of knowing why the Queen wishes to go there?” Kuja answered.
“Of course. The Fighting Tournament is about to begin and Zidane is competing. I would very much like to see him.” Garnet nodded and smiled.
“Very well then,” Kuja held out his smooth arm for Garnet to take, “shall we?”
“We shall!” Garnet smiled happily as she walked serenely with Kuja to the boat outside that would take them to town.
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At that very moment, Kuja, spent and physically exhausted gave a shuddering cry as he slid himself along the warm and visibly trembling body of Lowell, letting his form drop to one side of the turquoise haired man.
“Kuja…” Lowell moaned, one hand extricating itself from where it had been fiercely gripping the satin bed sheets.
“Lowell…” Kuja moaned in reply, his breath still coming in gasps, muscles aching as they began to slowly relax. He turned his slightly disheveled head to gaze into twin pools of azure lust.
Lowell smiled slightly as he gazed back into aquamarine depths, his cheeks tinted scarlet. All he could manage to conjure of human speech was, “Mnn… incredible…”
Kuja’s lips curled into a beautifully seductive smile, “You flatter me… You were incredible yourself... Lowell...” his voice betrayed his true inner feelings… He wanted more, and it didn’t matter that his body needed rest.
Lowell couldn’t suppress another moan as he forced himself into a sitting position, stretching his lithe form and running his fingers through his own consummated passion, which dripped deliciously down his smooth stomach. “Mmm… my body… is sore… aches…” Lowell slurred in broken tones, “…but it’s a good feeling.” He drew his wet fingers to his lips and suckled them, watching Kuja through lightly lidded eyes.
“I’m glad I could be of service…” Kuja smiled heatedly as he watched Lowell’s sinful mouth devoir his own seed, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Oh please! Believe me… the feelings are completely mutual, my dear…” the blue haired man laughed as he leaned over to plant a kiss on Kuja’s curled lips.
Kuja blushed then, “I guess you are right…” He pulled the smaller man into his arms roughly, locking their lips together fully and running his fingers through the soft, turquoise hair that always curled over Lowell’s delectable shoulders. “I want more…” he spoke thickly into the crook of Lowell’s neck as he moved his mouth to suckle the smooth, sinfully sweet skin.
“So… do I…” Lowell gasped lightly, feeling his body beginning to pull itself back from euphoria, “but... we shouldn’t… Won’t people be looking for you?”
“Hmm…” Kuja pulled back then, sounding disappointed but knowing the truth in Lowell’s statement, “I suppose you are right. Um… Lowell... will I see you again?” He stood slowly from the bed, drawing the smaller man with him.
Lowell didn’t need a second moment to answer, “I perform at Ruby’s Theater down town. Look for me and… also... if ever we need it, there’s always my dressing room…” The blue-haired Actor looked up into the silver-haired man’s face with a mischievous look in his eyes, licking his bottom lip.
Kuja chuckled then, nuzzling against Lowell’s cheek, “Indeed.”
The next few minutes between them were spent freshening up and clearing the room of any evidence left behind by their passion. Make up was reapplied and hair was brushed back to perfection.
“I’d best be off…” Lowell said as he stepped away from the dresser mirror, “I’ll leave first so no one suspects.”
“Alright,” Kuja nodded, pulling the man into his arms once more for a kiss.
“Goodbye, Kuja…” Lowell sighed and stepped back, hand on the doorknob behind him.
“Farewell for now, Lowell.” Kuja smiled warmly, “Don’t worry... we will see each other again.”
Lowell smiled back and nodded, before finally turning and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
Kuja sighed and strode to the window, looking out at the hundreds of people far below on the castle grounds and beyond. After about five minutes of waiting to give Lowell a well head start, Kuja also departed the room to rejoin the party.
On his way down the main staircase, Kuja nearly collided with Garnet. “Oh, good day, your highness,” he said politely, catching her by the shoulders to steady her.
“Hello Kuja, I was just looking for you,” she replied, finding her footing, “would you be so kind as to escort me out to the Town Square?”
“I would be honored, but grant me the pleasure of knowing why the Queen wishes to go there?” Kuja answered.
“Of course. The Fighting Tournament is about to begin and Zidane is competing. I would very much like to see him.” Garnet nodded and smiled.
“Very well then,” Kuja held out his smooth arm for Garnet to take, “shall we?”
“We shall!” Garnet smiled happily as she walked serenely with Kuja to the boat outside that would take them to town.
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