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Black&Blond

By: Mirime
folder Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating: Adult ++
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Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Punishment Divine

Disclaimer: I don't own them, SquareEnix does.


It was late in the evening when Elena entered Tseng's office. She had been busy since Turks' return from Mythril Mines, the first mission she had undertaken as a Turk and had managed to royally screw up with her mouth. Blabbering to enemy about their plans certainly counted as a failure. When they had returned to Midgar, Tseng had ordered her to write a report and then stop at his office. It had taken longer then she had expected and most of other employees had gone home, including Rude. Maybe it was a good thing, because she was sure Tseng was going to tell her off for her mishap. She hoped he wouldn't fire her but was prepared to take whatever punishment he deemed necessary. She knocked at his door and after his 'Come in' she pushed the door open and tentatively approached his desk.

He was sitting in the chair behind the table, reading over some papers. He didn't acknowledge her presence so she stood before the desk, waiting for him to say something. After about a five minutes, just as she was getting fidgetty, he finally raised his head to look at her. His dark eyes seemed to pierce her and she swallowed hard.

Here it comes, she thought to herself.

"You failed today, Elena, you know that."

"Yes, sir."

"Turks do not tolerate failures," he continued, putting the papers aside. She stiffened. He was going to fire her, she knew it. "However," he continued and she felt hope surging within her, "I understand you were under pressure and without any field experience, so I'm not going to fire you. Yet," he added.

"Thank you, sir. It won't happen again, I assure you."

"Oh, I know it won't because this job means a lot for you, am I right?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded, determined not to make any more mistakes.

"Still, I have to punish you somehow because we need discipline, especially in our ranks. You understand that?"

"I do and I'm prepared for anything."

"Really?" he raised one eyebrow. "Good. Then undress."

It was a command and she obeyed commands. Always. She undid her jacket and discarded it on the floor. Tie followed shortly after and she started unbuttoning her dress shirt.

"More slowly," he commanded again. Her hands stopped and then moved to the top button. She circled it with her fingers before plucking it and sliding through the buttonhole. She repeated the motion with the second and then third button, occasionally glancing at Tseng to gauge his reaction. He was breathing harder and his eyes seemed fixated on every movement of her fingers. She smiled a little and continued on her journey down. Finally, the buttons were undone and she shrugged it off. The action left her in her bra, her nipples straining against the confinement. She looked up at him. He loosened his hair and took off his jacket as well. The shirt clinged to his muscular form and Elena couldn't help it but notice how firm his abs were. He glanced at her, seeing she stopped.

"Go on, finish it."

She did it, quickly discarding her bra, slacks and panties. She bent down to take off her shoes and socks and when she stretched up, he was dressed only in his pants. He beckoned her to come closer and swivelled the chair to face her. He let his eyes roam her nude form, etching it into his memory as she stopped less than a feet from him. He relaxed into the chair.

"It was your mouth that got you into trouble so I think it fitting that your mouth shall be the thing to get you out of it."

She nodded, immediately knowing what he wanted. She kneeled in front of him and her hands went to the zipper on his pants. She undid it, brushing against his erection as she did so. She grasped the hem of his boxers and pulled at them, his hips lifting to allow the clothing slid away. Now, free of the confinement, his member stood erect as she trailed her fingers alongside it. She stroked him few times and then let her hand rest against the base of his penis while her mouth closed upon the head. Her tongue darted out and licked at the tip before sliding down. She repeated it from different angle and he groaned. His hand went to her head, intertwining in her hair and pushing her down on his cock as she complied. Her hand started to massage his balls as her mouth sucked at him. She set the tempo of moving her head on him, up and down his length, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could, her tongue caressing and teasing him, enveloping him in wet warmth. She could taste first beads of his precum gathering at the head and she licked them away before looking up at him. He was watching her with half-closed eyes, the hand in her hair not dictating her movements anymore so she went back to her job.

"That's enough," he rasped. "Stand up."

She let go of him and he pushed her against the desk. Pressing against her back, he made her lean forward, her breasts coming into contact with the smooth wooden surface. She felt his hands as they settled on her hips, steadying her. Then he pushed into her, his cock burying itself in her sheath. The wood was cool against her skin but it was nothing compared to what she felt as Tseng withdrew and then slammed into her. Her position made it impossible for her to do anything but moan and she realized that this wasn't about sex. It was about control and he had all of it.

His pace quickened as he drove into her fast and hard and Elena knew that he was getting close just as she was. She shifted a bit and after few more pushes it was enough to send her over the edge. Her inner muscles tightened, squeezing Tseng and with a groan he followed, spilling himself into her. She tried to get her breathing under control as she was still bent over the desk. He pulled out and rested one hand on her shoulder for a second.

"Put on your clothes."

She managed to do so and in a minute both of them once again stood presentable. Elena looked at his face but it was as unreadable as ever. He let her stand there again before finally looking up at her.

"You got away easily this time, Elena. Should you fail again, the punishment will be worse and consequences dire. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

There really wasn't anything else to add after that.

THE END
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