Chicks of Balamb - Bittersweet Revenge

Chapter 2 ~ Ms. July


Seifer Almasy’s fist pounded on Quistis’ door impatiently. How could one woman irritate him so much? After the humiliation of the elevator incident nothing but the thought of revenge filled his mind.

Nothing besides the lust to have her again. To taste her, to feel her impaled on his hard cock. He stiffened just thinking about it. He heard movements on the other side of the door for a moment before the door opereverevealing Quistis Trepe wrapped up in a pink bathrobe.

Her hair was wet, lips slightly parted. Her eyes were full of irritation.

“We need to talk” Seifer said firmly placing a hand on the door as she tried to shut it.
“I have nothing to say to you, Almasy” she growled.
“Oh but I think you and some of your friends do as well,” he said reaching into his inside pocket and pulling out a small glossy photograph. Quistis stared at in shock, her mouth dropping to the floor. There printed were she and Rinoa naked on a picnic table. Rinoa’s fingers were buried in Quistis’ wet pussy.

“Where did you get that?” she hissed pulling him into the room by the lapel of his trench coat. He smirked reaching into his pocket to pull out an entire stack of pictures. She snatched them from his hand and began rifling through them. All of them were there, every respectable female in Balamb Garden. Naked and fucking. Quistis’ nipples grew hard just thinking about it.

Seifer knew. He knew all about them, and their fun.

“I took them, Ichedched you all. I never knew you were that kind of girl Quistis” Seifer said. Quistis pursed her lips and tossed the pictures into her trashcan.
“So what?” Quistis asked.
“There are more where those came from” he said plopping down on her couch. She glared at him, every once of hatred pouring from her eyes.
“What do you want?” she asked finally.
“I was thinkiboutbout making a calendar. I’m sure I could make a great profit with the cadets” he answered non-chalantly.
“WHAT?” Quistis screamed fury flowing through her.
“I think you would make a good Ms July, and Selphie Ms September” he answered.
“You bastard” she said lurching across the room to hit him. He caught her wrist easily chuckling.
“Of course there is one way, I’ll give you all of the pictures back” he said.
“What’s that?” she asked ripping her hand away from his grip.
“I want to be included in the next orgy” he whispered his lips close to her face. She stepped back slightly shocked.
“I’d have to check with the girls, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind” Quistis said hesitating slightly.
“Just themthem know the consequences if they refuse” Seifer said standing up. He stopped suddenly looking her up and down. The front of her robe had fallen open in her attempt to hit him. It revealed a strip of slightly wet skin, which ended with her primly trimmed cunt. He smirked slightly and in one sudden movement his lips came crashing down on hers.

Quistis moaned obediently tipping her head back to kiss him. She had longed for him ever since the elevator. Sometimes she just needed a man to satisfy her.

His hands roamed up her robe, using the terry cloth to rub harshly against her all ready hard nipples. She moaned again shrugging out of the pink garment. She hopped up straddling him easily, his arms wrapping around her hands latching onto her ass.

“I hate you” she whispered before kissing him slightly.
“Hate’s a strong word” he whispered back pulling her lips through his teeth.
“Ok, I can’t fucking stand you” she said correcting herself.
“You seem to like fucking me just fine” he retorted.
She rubbed herself against the steadily growing bulge in his leather pants. The leather slid along her clit making her shiver in his arms.

He walked a few steps placing her back against the cold wall. She shivered, his mouth cupping around her nipple. He flicked at it hard with his tongue one of his fingers working gently into her ass.

“I know you like that, you made Rinoa do it to you” he said to her. She moaned shuddering a bit.
“Did you like watching us fuck?” Quistis asked him grinding against him.
“Oh yeah” he moaned tipping his head back a bit.

Her hands trailed down his chest to thegle gle snap that held his pants shut. The fabric was slippery with her cum as she tugged at it hard. His cock fell out into her hand. She tugged on it greedily pulling it towards her dripping lips. He drew back rubbing his head along her clit.

“Fuck me, Seifer” she moaned to him. She hated being teased.

He smirked before swiftly thrusting up into her. He shoved her against the wall, thrusting with his hips. He buried his face into her neck grunting with each hard thrust upward. She reached up and fumbled with her own nipples tugging hard.

Every sense on her body was being teased. Ass, cunt, nipples. His hot breath on her neck. The cold wall on her back. It was all too much. He slid one gloved hand around font to tug slightly on her throbbing clit. She moaned hands tightening into fists.

“Harder” she whispered tangling her fingers in his spiky hair.

He pressed his mouth against her, shoving his tongue in deep. Then he thrust harder up into her dripping cunt. She felt him throbbing inside of her, waiting for release. She moaned into his mouth as she reached climax. She arched against him the pleasure crashing though her. No one was a better lover then Seifer Almasy.

He came shortly afterwards. Thrusting so hard she felt like she was going to be torn apart. He sprayed deep into her filling the room with a load groan. He stepped back and she slid to the floor, spent. Her head was reeling, and all she could think was that she wanted more.

“Get back t on on that deal” he whispered flicking his finger across her nipple. He straightened up and snapped his pants shut. He slipped off the black trench coat he had started wearing, and retrieved his own gray one from its place on the bed. Sliding it on he smirked at her a bit. He slipped out the door leaving the room smelling like lust.