Forbidden

Forbidden

By RobertDogwood@aol.com

Final Fantasy VIII characters and locations from said game are owned by SquareSoft.

Original characters, original locations, and plot Copyright RobertDogwood 2002

Dedicated to Ifalna

NC-17 for Sexual Content

Enter At Your Own Risk

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Chapter Three

Turning the shower water off and stepping out of the bathtub carefully, Quistis hurriedly dried off as best she could in the initial stage of preparing herself for the evening. And she stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Seifer stood staring at her!

As Quistis futilely attempted to hide her nudity behind her towel and by contorting herself, Seifer smirked. "Come on, Instructor. Surely you have nothing to hide at this late date?" he asked.

Blushing deeply, and finding the small hotel towel to be far too inadequate to cover her ample charms, Quistis stood up from the crouch she had been effecting. In an attempt to regain control of the situation she demanded, "Seifer, you are to leave my room immediately. Irvine will be here any time now and I'm sure you would rather he didn't learn of your presence."

Seifer leaned back against the doorjamb and looked up and down Quistis' scantily covered body and smirked at the embarrassed young woman. "Knock it off. Irvine ain't even in the hotel and he certainly isn't expected here anytime soon."

Shocked to discover that Seifer had gained knowledge of their activities to that extent, Quistis aggressively questioned, "Just how do you know that, Seifer?"

Seifer suddenly straightened up and stepped away from the doorjamb and towards Quistis, who involuntarily flinched. "Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you that. Okay, miss high and mighty, suppose you tell me what Irvine is up to and then I'll tell you what I know."

When the blonde woman remained silent, Seifer nodded knowingly and responded, "Uh huh, that's what I figured."

"Why are you still here?" Quistis asked plaintively. "What exactly do you want?"

"This," Seifer red, wd, while stepping forward and ripping the towel from the startled young woman's clasp.

Quistis gasped, but made no further effort to cover her beauty reasoning at this point that Seifer had been correct about one thing. He had already seen her sans apparel. What difference did it make if he saw her again? It wasn't as if anything had changed.

Seifer murmured, "You truly are outstanding. How did I never notice this before?"

Quistis flushed, but glared at him. "There were lots of things you didn't notice, Seifer Almasy; this just being one of them. Now you've had your little kicks, so leave!"

The blond man responded, "Not until I pay you back."

"Pay me back?" Quistis echoed with some apprehension in her voice. "Pay me back for what? I haven't done anything to you."

"Oh yes you did," the ex-knight snarled. "You ruined me, you bitch. Since last night I haven't been able to think about anything, except you."

Gathering her to him with his long arms, he pressed her naked body against him as he leaned down and violently kissed the beautiful young woman, mashing his mouth against hers in a rather painful manner. He continued in this endeavor as Quistis struggled in his strong arms to no avail. As Seifer forced his tongue into his former instructor's mouth, he realized Quistis was no longer struggling but, on the contrary, was now fully responding in like kind by answering with her tongue.

When Quistis reached down with her left hand and began to free the zipper of his blue jeans, Seifer slapped at her hand and snarled, "No, Trepe. I'm running the show today." And the tall young man pushed her back onto the bed in a single motion.

Quistis landed on her back with her legs spread apart. Seifer knelt between them and pushed them apart even further.

"Seifer, what are you doing?"

"Shut up," the handsome young man commanded. "Something even a sexual recluse such as yourself could understand," Seifer riposted, mocking her by mimicking her words from the day before.

Seifer lowered his head and began kissing her wispily with the touch of a velvet glove on her lower belly leading to her pubic hair. Quistis began moaning in response and, literally discovering his kisses to be almost too stimulating, she began to arch her back as if in an attempt to throw him off her.

Seifer reached up with his hands and began to knead her breasts gently and then manipulate her nipples with his fingers causing her nipples to rise in appreciation, while he continued to kiss her lower and lower on her body until he reached her vagina.

The handsome young man gently, so very gently, bit the blonde woman's labia causing the most exquisite feelings of pleasure in her with just a dash of pain to push her to the edge.

"Oh Seifer," Quistis groaned, in the throes of passion.

Seifer pushed his tongue into her labia and located her clitoris. The young ex-knight began to manipulate her sexual flower rapidly, as she writhed on the bed even more violently while crying out, "Seifer, stop! I can't stand anymore!"

Seifer pushed down on Quistis' upper body even harder to keep her on the bed, while he continued to thrust her clitoris with his tongue until Quistis let out with one loud shriek as she experienced her orgasm, with her cum cascading from her in waves.

As soon as the blond man realized the beautiful woman had reached her climax, he arose from the bed and stood over her rather disdainfully and watched as she completed her orgasm. When Quistis finally stopped and opened her eyes, she saw Seifer standing over her and staring silently at her. She flushed heavily to be in such a vulnerable position before the fully dressed Seifer.

There," he said. "That oughta hold you for tonight." Not waiting for a reply, Seifer turned returning to his room.


After Irvine had a slight repast of hot dogs and baked beans, certainly not very elegant cuisine, but a staple of the Garden that he was used to and he had experienced his fill of ogling the completely nude waitresses, the young cowboy paid his bill, left a more than hefty tip and headed out into the street and back to Studio 54. As soon as he reached the club, the doorman waved him inside much to the chagrin of the long line of patrons waiting to get inside. Even though Irvine enjoyed watching the many beautiful young women that were presently in the club, who were dressed in all manner of exotic dress and semi-dress, he was unable to learn anything further involving the missing Ambassador Harmon. In fact, Irvine had the distinct impression that the club employees had been forewarned to not cooperate with him as their answers were short and curt, their attention to him had been close to nil and their eyes kept sliding away from his when they were answering his questions.

Irvine finally decided that spending any more time following up on this particular thread of his investigation would be counter-productive and left the club. Upon reaching the sidewalk, he was gladdened and yet somewhat disillusioned to see the beautiful young blonde from two evenings before waiting in line to enter the club as usual. It didn't appear to Irvine as though she had learned a thing from her public humiliation.

Treading down the line to where she stood, Irvine stopped and removed his hat. Bowing slightly, he responded, "Evening, Cindy."

"Oh, you remembered my name, how sweet!" the beautiful blonde replied.

Irvine flashed her his patented sincere smile and inquired, "How are you this evening, and where is your beautiful friend?"

Cindy answered, "I'm fine, thank you and Kristen had to pet sit this evening."

"Do you think she would ever agree to sit with me for the evening?" joked the young cowboy.

"Oh, I'm sure that could be arranged, but you would have to pay her for it," the young woman teased in return.

"Well then forget it," Irvine countered in mock seriousness. "I could never pay for it."

"What brings you out of the club so early?" Cindy wondered. "Are you meeting that pretty woman you were with the other night?"

"Quistis?" the long haired man responded. "Naw, I went in there to ask some questions about Ambassador Harmon, but nobody seemed to know anything."

"What kind of questions?" the blonde woman wondered. "Maybe I could help."

Before Irvine could respond, the doorman appeared to belie the fact of his aging by quickly moving down the line to where Cindy was and slapping her hard across the face. "Shut up, bitch," he snarled.

In the blink of an eye, Irvine pulled up Exeter from beneath his long cattleman's coat and, forcing the doorman to his knees in one fluid movement, he jammed his weapon deep into the doorman's mouth.

"Nod, if you understand me," the angry cowboy spoke, "but not too hard. This has a hair trigger and I would hate for you to set it off."

The doorman nodded his head slightly. Irvine continued, "If I ever see you harassing this young lady or any woman for that matter in any fashion, I will come back and kill you. And you will never see me coming. I will slip up behind you and splatter your brains all over. Do you believe me?"

The doorman, whose complexion had turned as white as a piece of chalk, nodded again.

"Good," the young man replied. Pulling his weapon out of the doorman's mouth, Irvine ordered, "Then get the fuck out of here and don't ever come back!"

And with that, the lone cowboy let launch with his right boot directly in the doorman's behind which sent him halfway sprawling before he began to run down the street without looking back. Irvine turned and waved everyone, who was waiting in the line, to go inside. The crowd rushed in with a shout.

Turning to the damsel in distress, the tall young man inquired, "Are you okay?"

The blonde woman still bore the red imprint of the doorman's slap on her pretty features. "Yes, I think so. Thank you so much. No one has ever stood up for my honor before," Cindy admitted, while gazing at Irvine with sudden longing in her eyes.

'Score!' Irvine thought. Taking her by the arm, he responded, "My pleasure, and more the fool anyone was who didn't treat you like the true lady you are. Now what the hell was that all about?"

"Oh, I think I know," answered the young woman. "And if you take me someplace where we can talk, I'll tell you."

Irvine began to escort the young lovely down the sidewalk toward the East Academy Arms Hotel. "I'd be most happy to," the young cowboy said in an understatement.


After Seifer left her hotel room, Quistis found herself to be unable to continue with hurrying to the hotel dining room for dinner. She was now physically lethargic and, even after a few minutes had passed, she was still unable to do much more than roll over on her bed. Emotionally the beautiful young woman was lost in a fog, and she didn't have the slightest understanding of what she was feeling presently about herself and, more importantly, about Seifer.

Quistis decided to get into bed even though it was still early evening; in fact it was just past the dinner hour, but she decided to leave the lights on and the door unlocked. Although the beautiful woman realized this could be fraught with dangerous potentialities, she didn't desire to have to arise from the bed to answer the door when Irvine arrived. And the former instructor had no doubt that Irvine would return soon to report to her on what he had learned.

To protect herself somewhat, Quistis brought 'Save the Queen' to bed with her. 'Well, it isn't the first time I've had to keep this next to me all night. If Seifer comes back tonight, he might get a little surprise,' she thought with a grin that more resembled a grimace.

A few moments later a knock came upon Quistis' door. "Who is it?" the blonde woman called out.

"It's me," answered the well satisfied cowboy.

"Come on in. The door's open," Quistis invited.

Irvine entered the hotel room and initially appeared surprised when he espied Quistis laying in her bed. "Are you sick?" the long haired man inquired.

"No, just tired," the blonde SeeD partially explained. Did you find anything out?" Quistis wondered.

"Quite a bit actually," the cowboy grinned while pulling up a chair. "This may take a little while."

"I'm not planning on going out," the blonde-haired woman explained. "Fire away," she invited.

"It appears that 'Studio 54' is a hotbed of East Academy resistance. Almost everyone who works there is involved in the rebel faction. Now-."

"How did you ascertain this?" Quistis interrupted, rather flabbergasted to hear such startling news.

"You remember that pretty blonde from the other night?"

The former instructor nodded with an expression of distaste running momentarily across her beautiful features, as she remembered the young woman voluntarily involving herself in such total public humiliation.

"Well, it turns out that she's Ambassador Harmon's personal administrative assistant. Close your mouth, a fly could get in there," Irvine joked, as Quistis' mouth had become slack in astonishment at this surprising news.

"Did she know anything about his disappearance?" the blonde woman demanded, correctly assuming that Irvine had been in contact with her.

The cowboy nodded. "She said the last place she saw him was at the club last night. Of course, he went into 'Studio 54' while she had to wait outside in line."

A sudden light of comprehension entered Quistis' eyes. "So that's why they won't let her in," she concluded. "They didn't want her to witness whatever was going to happen."

Irvine nodded again. "That's what I think too."

Quistis further continued, "And that's why she was willing to strip herself naked in public. She was trying to stay close to her boss to protect him. Oh, the poor dear."

"Man, that's really giving your all for your job," the young man quipped.

Quistis frowned at Irvine, making it quite clear that she didn't care for his joking about a young woman being willing to debase herself in public in order to do a conscientious job. "Moving right along," the young woman spoke dryly, "does she have any ideas as to what's going on?"

Irvine answered, "Not really, but she did say one interesting thing. She said she wasn't certain, but she had the feeling that Ambassador Harmon himself was involved in his disappearance, that it was of his own violation."

"Hmmm," murmured Quistis. "That is interesting."

"Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. "I'm plum tuckered out," Irvine expressed with a wink from his right eye, while he stood up from the chair.

The former instructor found herself not wanting to discover what that wink signified. "What are you going to do in the morning?" she questioned. "Go back to the conference or keep looking for Harmon?"

"I'm going back to 'Studio 54' and shake a few trees and see what falls out. I think it's important that we discover what's going on and how it might affect East Acadeny gaining its freedom."

"I totally agree," Quistis concurred, while nodding her head.

After Irvine had left the room, the beautiful strawberry-blonde woman arose from the bed and padded nude across the floor and double checked the door, making positive that it was locked and then she turned off the overhead light and returned to her bed in hopes of falling asleep for the duration of the night. She didn't remember experiencing any dreams at all.


In the morning, Quistis discovered from the degree of sunlight entering the hotel room windows that she had overslept due to forgetting to set her alarm clock the evening before. Eschewing her usual shower due to already being late for the conference, she hurriedly donned her attire and then made a quick pass with a makeup pad. Quistis rarely used much makeup.

The former instructor opened her door in preparation of leaving for the conference when she suddenly espied the dark-haired middle-aged man, who had questioned her about Seifer. Quistis realized that she hadn't seen him since that first evening. Ducking back quickly into her room and closing the door quietly so he wouldn't notice her, the blonde woman wondered why her heart was pounding so. Was she receiving some signs of danger from this innocuously seeming man?

Slightly cracking the door open to peer into the hallway, the blonde SeeD was astonished to observe the hallway was empty. 'Where could he have gone so quickly and what was he doing here anyway?' she wondered. Suddenly, inexplicitly, the beautiful woman grew frightened for Seifer.

Throwing caution to the winds, she crossed her room and stood in front of the door that led to the passageway to Seifer's room. She felt as if she was Caesar preparing to cross the Rubicon. Flinging the door open, Quistis quickly crossed the short passageway and, never hesitating, threw open the door to Seifer's room. The blonde woman had no idea what she expected to find, but she was completely flabbergasted at what she finally witnessed.

Seifer was standing in the center of his room, completely nude and was holding his erection in his right hand while masturbating to a picture of Quistis that he had located Hyne knows where!

Once she had successfully gathered her wits about her, Quistis sardonically asked, "Afraid to try the real thing, Seifer?"