A General's Satisfaction
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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6
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Chapter Two
Author's Note: So here it is. Chapter Two of my little smut ficlet. Animenadie, I sincerely hope you're happy. I have a few ideas for chapter three, but again, don't expect it for a bit. You know how my muses are. They hog the cookies, covers and soda.
A General's Satisfaction
Chapter Two
It was usually one of the highlights of his day. Sephiroth relished coming home to his quiet apartment within the ShinRa building; his private quarters were nestled at the very end of the exclusive SOLDIER floor. As per his usual routine, the General divested his coat and sword, placing both in their appropriate places among his belongings.
ShinRa lived to serve its great General, thus supper was an ordered affair, as per the usual. He'd considered going out for dinner earlier, but a quick briefing by the President had turned into a three hour screaming match between Lazard and Scarlett, rendering every cranium in the room awash with a terrible pounding. Thus, Sephiroth had coldly excused himself when the woman began throwing papers at the red-faced director and stormed from the council room, metaphorically washing his hands of the lot of them for the day.
After supper, Sephiroth took a glass of brandy and moved to stand on his balcony, which overlooked the city of Midgar, gleaming brightly atop its plates. But he knew that beneath that steel landscape lurked a different world. A world not nearly as bright and shiny as that above. A fine line creased his brow as he idly wondered if he was fighting for the right city.
Three tumblers later, the brandy warm in his body, Sephiroth turned his back on the contemplation of his city and went back inside, closing the drapes on the lights of Midgar. He sighed. Tomorrow would surely bring more strain, more problems, more headaches. How he tired of this inanity!
But it wasn't to be helped, therefore he resolved to simply move forward, military training serving him well to regain his focus. All that remained was a soothing hot shower and to blissfully stretch out in bed, done with the world for the night.
With that thought in mind, Sephiroth made his way to his bathroom, divesting his long frame of clothing with great care, as the garments had been tailor-made to suit his style and purposes. Normally he was quite comfortable in the black leather, but now, finally gloriously naked, he stretched and sighed, running hands through unbound silver hair as he scratched his scalp.
After letting the running shower water adjust to a comfortable temperature, Sephiroth stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. The shower itself was made entirely of glass, resembling a clear box with water faucets and a drain. He shivered as the warm water hit his skin, small needles running down pale perfect flesh. For all the rigorous training he had undergone, for all the endless experiments wrought upon his body, for all the battle in which he had taken part, the General's flesh was smooth and clean, unmarred by scar or blemish. Perfection incarnate. That pale, pale skin coupled with the river of silver hair streaming down his back rendered the bathing General a living breathing Adonis in human form, enjoying the pleasure of a simple shower.
He stood under the soothing spray, it beating softly upon his thick neck and chiseled chest, but Sephiroth suddenly took a swift breath because a damning sensation began to creep his flesh. A ghostly sensation skittered over him, causing his head to lower as he tightly closed MAKO infused cyan eyes, their pupils genetically altered to feline sharpness.
You feel me, prince, he heard inside his own ears, followed by an unearthly girlish chuckle. As if to prove that fact, Sephiroth groaned to indeed feel warm ethereal hands drifting over the sculpted muscles of his back, following the lines of skin wet and glistening under the soft light. Sephiroth froze, eyes flaring open as he recognized his damning visitor. The dark haired beauty…her voice, so sweet and light, holding none of the black magic imbued in the other. Sweet Shiva, deliver me…
Sephiroth swallowed. "I need you not," he ground out, but her wicked chuckle reverberated in his mind. Aye, prince, you do. You summoned me. As if chastisement for his denial, her ghostly hands curved around his ribs, pressing palms to his slick stomach, Sephiroth vaguely aware that his own trembling hands were slowly caressing his abdomen.
"I would never summon you," he ground out, shaking his wet head once, sharply. A strangled groan slithered from his lips to feel her hands wander lower, teasingly brushing over the tops of his thighs. Sephiroth felt the water cooler on his skin; his body temperature was spiraling higher and higher in response to his own ministrations.
But you did, prince, she insisted, making him moan as her warm slick hand encircled his length, fingers tightly gripping now-aching flesh between his thighs. Sephiroth's head fell back as he felt her press against his back, ghostly breasts and taunt nipples scoring his skin.
Her wicked chuckle smoked in his ears, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't deny that his body screamed for her touch, her caress. He slapped a hand against the wall, grunting in painful pleasure as he thrust powerful hips against his own hand, sinking further into debauchery and lust as her devilish words ground against his psyche. Release yourself for me, prince. Thrash beautifully in your glorious lust. I ache for you, General. Your wanting princess needs you, my silver-haired majesty…I want to devour your desire, sweet prince…
He felt her fingers tighten painfully around his throbbing member and he voiced a strangled scream, so wanting to burst into a blinding heaven, but she denied him, slowing her touch and nearly making him whine with the sadistic torture.
Let me enjoy you longer, General, she chuckled deep in his ear, and Sephiroth's knees nearly buckled as he felt a second hand dip dangerously lower, beneath his shaft to grope and fondle the heavy sac. At that same instant, his hand squeezed hard on his member and he did slide to the floor, bucking and roaring as he crashed over the crested zenith, trembling in light of her dark mirth. Beautiful, my Adonis, simply divine, he felt her breathe against his wet neck as she coated his still-throbbing shaft with the fruits of his raging passion. I will sate you when next you need, she whispered throatily, and Sephiroth moaned to the feel of her tongue teasingly brushing his lips. Then she was gone, a bare wisp of breath.
The General remained on his knees in the steaming shower for a few minutes longer, simply trying to regain his breath and a modicum of sanity. Although the water was still warm and comfortable, it chilled his very soul to see two large hand-prints sliding down the glass wall of his shower…
To be continued...?
Chapter Two
It was usually one of the highlights of his day. Sephiroth relished coming home to his quiet apartment within the ShinRa building; his private quarters were nestled at the very end of the exclusive SOLDIER floor. As per his usual routine, the General divested his coat and sword, placing both in their appropriate places among his belongings.
ShinRa lived to serve its great General, thus supper was an ordered affair, as per the usual. He'd considered going out for dinner earlier, but a quick briefing by the President had turned into a three hour screaming match between Lazard and Scarlett, rendering every cranium in the room awash with a terrible pounding. Thus, Sephiroth had coldly excused himself when the woman began throwing papers at the red-faced director and stormed from the council room, metaphorically washing his hands of the lot of them for the day.
After supper, Sephiroth took a glass of brandy and moved to stand on his balcony, which overlooked the city of Midgar, gleaming brightly atop its plates. But he knew that beneath that steel landscape lurked a different world. A world not nearly as bright and shiny as that above. A fine line creased his brow as he idly wondered if he was fighting for the right city.
Three tumblers later, the brandy warm in his body, Sephiroth turned his back on the contemplation of his city and went back inside, closing the drapes on the lights of Midgar. He sighed. Tomorrow would surely bring more strain, more problems, more headaches. How he tired of this inanity!
But it wasn't to be helped, therefore he resolved to simply move forward, military training serving him well to regain his focus. All that remained was a soothing hot shower and to blissfully stretch out in bed, done with the world for the night.
With that thought in mind, Sephiroth made his way to his bathroom, divesting his long frame of clothing with great care, as the garments had been tailor-made to suit his style and purposes. Normally he was quite comfortable in the black leather, but now, finally gloriously naked, he stretched and sighed, running hands through unbound silver hair as he scratched his scalp.
After letting the running shower water adjust to a comfortable temperature, Sephiroth stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. The shower itself was made entirely of glass, resembling a clear box with water faucets and a drain. He shivered as the warm water hit his skin, small needles running down pale perfect flesh. For all the rigorous training he had undergone, for all the endless experiments wrought upon his body, for all the battle in which he had taken part, the General's flesh was smooth and clean, unmarred by scar or blemish. Perfection incarnate. That pale, pale skin coupled with the river of silver hair streaming down his back rendered the bathing General a living breathing Adonis in human form, enjoying the pleasure of a simple shower.
He stood under the soothing spray, it beating softly upon his thick neck and chiseled chest, but Sephiroth suddenly took a swift breath because a damning sensation began to creep his flesh. A ghostly sensation skittered over him, causing his head to lower as he tightly closed MAKO infused cyan eyes, their pupils genetically altered to feline sharpness.
You feel me, prince, he heard inside his own ears, followed by an unearthly girlish chuckle. As if to prove that fact, Sephiroth groaned to indeed feel warm ethereal hands drifting over the sculpted muscles of his back, following the lines of skin wet and glistening under the soft light. Sephiroth froze, eyes flaring open as he recognized his damning visitor. The dark haired beauty…her voice, so sweet and light, holding none of the black magic imbued in the other. Sweet Shiva, deliver me…
Sephiroth swallowed. "I need you not," he ground out, but her wicked chuckle reverberated in his mind. Aye, prince, you do. You summoned me. As if chastisement for his denial, her ghostly hands curved around his ribs, pressing palms to his slick stomach, Sephiroth vaguely aware that his own trembling hands were slowly caressing his abdomen.
"I would never summon you," he ground out, shaking his wet head once, sharply. A strangled groan slithered from his lips to feel her hands wander lower, teasingly brushing over the tops of his thighs. Sephiroth felt the water cooler on his skin; his body temperature was spiraling higher and higher in response to his own ministrations.
But you did, prince, she insisted, making him moan as her warm slick hand encircled his length, fingers tightly gripping now-aching flesh between his thighs. Sephiroth's head fell back as he felt her press against his back, ghostly breasts and taunt nipples scoring his skin.
Her wicked chuckle smoked in his ears, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't deny that his body screamed for her touch, her caress. He slapped a hand against the wall, grunting in painful pleasure as he thrust powerful hips against his own hand, sinking further into debauchery and lust as her devilish words ground against his psyche. Release yourself for me, prince. Thrash beautifully in your glorious lust. I ache for you, General. Your wanting princess needs you, my silver-haired majesty…I want to devour your desire, sweet prince…
He felt her fingers tighten painfully around his throbbing member and he voiced a strangled scream, so wanting to burst into a blinding heaven, but she denied him, slowing her touch and nearly making him whine with the sadistic torture.
Let me enjoy you longer, General, she chuckled deep in his ear, and Sephiroth's knees nearly buckled as he felt a second hand dip dangerously lower, beneath his shaft to grope and fondle the heavy sac. At that same instant, his hand squeezed hard on his member and he did slide to the floor, bucking and roaring as he crashed over the crested zenith, trembling in light of her dark mirth. Beautiful, my Adonis, simply divine, he felt her breathe against his wet neck as she coated his still-throbbing shaft with the fruits of his raging passion. I will sate you when next you need, she whispered throatily, and Sephiroth moaned to the feel of her tongue teasingly brushing his lips. Then she was gone, a bare wisp of breath.
The General remained on his knees in the steaming shower for a few minutes longer, simply trying to regain his breath and a modicum of sanity. Although the water was still warm and comfortable, it chilled his very soul to see two large hand-prints sliding down the glass wall of his shower…
To be continued...?