One Mistress's Desire

Ultimecia thought: When was the last time she woke under her own power?

The Sorceress slowly opened her eyes, letting out a brief and uncomfortable noise as she shifted in her place of repose. It was a dark, unknowable substance - like a cloud - upon which she laid, half her wings trapped in it to keep her from going anywhere; nestled about her was her newfound seducer.

Much like the cloud of darkness she laid on, the Cloud of Darkness laid on her, off to her side, keeping her tentacles tightly embodied around Ultimecia's limbs and legs, binding them together.

"Good morning, love," came her powerful, commanding voice. "I hope you had a fantastic night?"

That remark, more a statement than a question, was accented with a powerful thrust, one of the heads of her tentacles still buried deep within the Sorceress.

Scowling, and yet with a forceful moan, Ultimecia gasped, "I believe you've already answered that question yourself."

A deep chuckle comes from the silver-haired being; she raises her long fingers, running them up the side of the Sorceress' body, brushing past her nipples sensuously, before stopping at her lips to gently rub.

"I want you to behave today," she says. "No snippy comments. No sarcastic asides. Mistress will reward you if you play nice..."

Ultimecia let out another snarl at that, struggling against her bondage, rewarded with yet more thrusts, the one deep inside her rear suddenly acting and twisting against her. "Curse y--Aah!"

"Your body feels it. I can feel you feel it," the Cloud hissed, bringing her lips closer, licking one of them against Ultimecia's lobes. "The high and arrogant Sorceress... you'd love nothing more than to be tamed and reduced into a begging slave, don't you?"

The silver-haired Sorceress stopped at that, turning to meet eye to eye at her. "You mistake me for that little witch of Cosmos'. I walk my own path... no one controls the Sorceress of Time."

There was amusement at that. The tentacles release, and the sorceress' wings free from their chamber of rest. Surprised for a moment, Ultimecia brought her hand to the Cloud's, clenching a lock of hair and bringing the two of them close, nose to nose.

"Go," the Cloud of Darkness stated, before giving her a smothering peck on the lips. "But anywhere you see, you'll see me."

* * *

"Your guard's down!!"

Ultimecia snapped her head up, gritting her teeth as she releases her mind from her reverie; she nearly finds herself impaled on the length of a silvered gunblade.

"Foolish," Ultimecia spat out, more a gut reaction than a well-timed condescending remark, before springing her wings out for a counter-spell, repelling her rival backwards.

Squall bounced back against the Sorceress' guard, and lands on his feet. He had a cold smirk on his face as he stated, "This is almost too easy."

A cringe came onto Ultimecia's face. Even he can see it? Damn that Cloud of Darkness. She thrust her hand forward to form a large globe of destruction, stating, "This ends now, little boy..."

The relentless revolver twisted past the path of attack, and thrust his hand forth as he conjured a lasso of lightning to draw his enemy in. Inches away from the Sorceress' face, he delivered his masterstroke: "I know you're sleeping with her."

For the first time in a long while, Ultimecia's face froze as she hissed, clawing her hand towards his face. Grabbing her wrist, Squall knew the battle was his; he twisted her arm behind her, and forced her down to her knees.

Curse that Cloud of Darkness.

The moment the Sorceress' knees hit the ground, and she found herself in a familiar position, a surge of arousal ran through her body. She recalled the many times last night where she was forced to such a position, the Cloud atop her, thrusting many an appendage into her as she forced her to beg for more...

"Do what you must," Ultimecia managed to hiss out, only half-aware of what she's talking about.

He let go. "I'm rather bored of this," he mocked her openly, turning around and slinging his gunblade over his feathered shoulder. He felt a bit of pity for a moment, knowing perhaps on a similar level that she wasn't doing it of her own volition, but... she is the enemy, still.

A more annoyed snarl came from the Sorceress, being treated with pity and humiliation from her sworn nemesis. "Do not presume yourself superior!" she hissed, but he was away, already.

The silver-haired sorceress took some time to recompose herself, but eventually rose up from her kneeling position. She took in a deep breath, and thought idly about the Cloud's sultry fingers as it ran across her cheek and chin, her fingertip pressing tightly against her lip as they locked in amorous kiss...

* * *

"I lit the candles for you while you were away."

The Cloud of Darkness smirked as she sensed Ultimecia at her doorstep. She didn't even have to turn to face her. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, having discarded what little excuse she donned for clothing. Still, from behind, all Ultimecia could see was her voluptuous, perfect rear and her long, milky legs... she'd have her approach her if she wanted more.

"Why don't you tell me how this is going to end?" Ultimecia snapped at her as she walked closer, still feeling all the rage and frustration at having such a powerful and yet natural pull towards the woman... no, whatever it is the Cloud actually is.

The Cloud turns and smirks widely. "You are going to kneel, and show me what it is you do best. Then perhaps I will reward you..."

She walked forward, and looked towards her. So beautiful, with a figure many would be envious of, sheathed in that crimson dress of hers, the Cloud thought.

"I... fine," Ultimecia bluntly responded, not having much more words. Her contempt on her face was plainly visible, and it tickled the Cloud of Darkness just that much more.

The Sorceress slowly knelt on the ground, pulling her chin up slowly as she shut her eyes and balled her fists upon the ground.

"That's a good little girl... Mistress approves," cooed the dominant of the two. She moved closer, and pressed her perfectly shaved mound to her lips, one hand over to her headdress to hold as a handle. Already the Cloud can feel the hotness of her breath upon her, and it built much anticipation within her.

Ultimecia drew her tongue out and pressed against the Cloud's lips; she stopped to savor the feeling for a moment, before leaning in closer and bringing herself deeper. She licks with certainty, with firm and repeated motions, the broad side of her tongue pressing tightly against the Cloud's clitoris.

"Everywhere you look," the Cloud of Darkness repeated her words earlier, pressing in deeper while seizing a lock of silvered hair. The Sorceress nnhs tightly as she was pressed deeper, her nose breathing out hotter and hotter against the villainess' flesh as she lapsed with more rapid motions.

Ultimecia's golden eyes rolled over slightly as she reached down, parting the hem of her red robes and revealing her rosy pink nipples, tweaking and playing with her left at about the same time she spots one of the Cloud's little yellow helpers go for the other, glomping and sucking away at them much like the other times.

The Sorceress' deep, amorous 'mmm's vibrated in a pleasurable way, evidenced by the Cloud of Darkness' moans in return. "Yes, Ultimecia. You were born for this. -We- were destined for this," she hissed harder, grinding much harder all of a sudden in return against her as a show of her dominance.

A momentual 'nnh' of displeasure crossed Ultimecia as she found her task to be slightly harder, as well as the fact that those tentacle-mouths were nibbling now, but it's overwhelmed by the sensation of pleasure that soon washed over her; she tightens her other hand as she reached down past her skirt and agitated herself down there...

The Cloud orgasms, without warning. She held the Sorceress' face tightly into her, washing her over with her fluids, toes and fingers curled as she rolled through her climax. "Mistress approves... but is also very disappointed her slave is playing with herself."

With equally little note, the tentacles slid further out to grab Ultimecia's wrists and yank her arms apart to either side, stopping any motion of pleasure she was conducting to herself. "What-- let go!" hissed the witch.

One more twist later, and the Sorceress was bound with her wrists behind her back once more. "You receive pleasure... only when Mistress tells you to," the Cloud whispers hotly into her ear, and then reached for her breasts again with both hands, squeezing earnestly. The silver-haired woman jerked her head upward at the sudden presure, a barely restrained moan strained through her throat.

"You speak only when Mistress demands it. You see ... only when Mistress wishes."

Ultimecia rolled her eyes for a second, and opened her lips to speak, but then a free-roaming tendril of hers sneaked itself into her mouth to fill it, then wrap its long cord-like self around her head to gag her into silence. A band of darkness formed around her eyes in a similar way, leaving her to 'mmph' helplessly as her senses were stolen from her.

Regardless, the blindfolding and gagging caused her to struggle further against her captor, which caused the Cloud to squeeze harder against her nipples and twist them in almost a cruel fashion. "Struggle harder, lovely. Mistress will just make you squeal until she's seen you broken."

A shiver roamed down Ultimecia's spine as the Darkness slid down her thighs again, reaching for her sex. Already wet and aroused, she felt her Mistress' hand on her panties. Instead of removing them, however, as she expected, the Cloud instead jerked them upwards with a grab, the fabric bunching up and teasing her in a stimulating manner.

"Mmph!" came Ultimecia's instinctive retort, wriggling left and right to no avail as the Cloud of Darkness pulled further and further, the garment soaked straight through with more and more of the Sorceress' fluid as the act continued to its inevitable climax.

"Already...?" the Cloud of Darkness chuckled, whispering again into the helpless Sorceress' ears, "Mistress commands that you pace yourself..."

She let Ultimecia slack and fall against the ground, where she squirmed with what defiant spirit she still had in her. "Because it is not about to end anytime soon..." as tentacles writhed out of her cape, sliding, caressing, feeling and wrapping themselves around the hapless woman, penetrating, teasing and arousing her towards many a climax through the night.

Through her deal, Ultimecia took it all, she used her mouth, she let her orifices be filled, her nipples used and her body stimulated towards the most pleasure she'd ever known. The Cloud of Darkness was tireless, and kept going for as long as she was conscious, and even then only took short breaks for her to recover.

And through it all, the Sorceress of Time thought to herself: I am the Mistress, not you.