Rinoa's Education

Shot at Hell



Rinoa drew back on her Shooting Star and fired the shot. The spherical discus burst out into the air over the open fields towards Balamb, with Angelo darting out after it. The dark rushed into the grassy world, chasing after the projectile with all his heart.

Rinoa sat back, sighing contentedly. She looked down to the data pad in her lap, a letter displayed on the book-sized screen. ‘I wish you were here,’ she typed, sitting with her back to the edge of the Garden’s outer-most gate. ‘The last couple of days have been really difficult’. She paused, looking back over the last sentence. “The last couple of days have been really . . .” She said, pausing. “Weird?” She laughed, her cheeks burning. “Fun?” She looked down at the pad.

‘. . . interesting.’



Rinoa was on her knees, her face in Irvine’s lap.

On a bench in the far back of the Quad, Irvine launched casually, a huge smile on his face as he had one hand on the back of Rinoa’s head as she moved up and down. After a moment, she lifted up, gasping with breath. “This is really hard,” She said up to Irvine.

“Which is why you need practice,” he responded, gently pushing her back down. Rinoa let her head be guided down back on top of him. She let it slide into her mouth, holding it by the base. She felt it reach the back of her mouth and she paused. She took a deep breath through her nose and kept going.

The head passed through the back of her mouth and she tilted so it could slide into the entrance of her throat. Her muscles immediately seized at the penetration, but she willed herself to keep them calm. Carefully, she slid slowly farther down, until her lips reached the very base.

Irvine bent his head back, both hands on Rinoa’s head. His breathing began to get more ragged as he smiled. He started to laugh. “Hum,” he said.

Rinoa stopped. Carefully drawing it out of her throat, she looked up at Irvine, brushing her hair away from her face. “What?” She asked with a parched mouth.

“Hum,” Irvine said with a grin. “You know, mmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Hum?” Rinoa repeated.

“Hum.”

Rinoa started to look away. “This is ridiculous,” she mumbled, lowering back down. She carefully guided him inside her mouth, and then down her throat. Once he was back in place, she worked her mind through the process of humming with something in her throat. “Mmmmmmmm,” She started, trying hard to keep from laughing at her own ridiculousness.

“Oh yeah,” Irvine said with a cocky breath. “That’s it.” He started to move with the feeling. “Now use your tongue.”

This time, Rinoa just tore herself free of his member and glared up at him. “What?” She demanded.

“Tongue,” Irvine said, staring condescendingly down at the girl on her knees in front of him. “Use it. La la la la la la.”

“You want me to deep throat you,” She said, counting off with her fingers. “Hum, and rub against you with my tongue?”

“That’s the idea,” he said with a casual shrug. “It’s that or we move on.”

Rinoa shook her head. “We move on.” She started to stand up, Irvine standing up as well. “I don’t know what else you want to do, but it’s got to be . . .”

Irvine shoved her down onto the bench. Rinoa threw her hands out to catch herself on the back of the bench, bent over. She started to get up, but Irvine put his hand on the small of her back, keeping her in place. “No no,” He said, pushing her coat up around her waist. “Stay there.”

“What are you doing?!” She exclaimed as she felt him work his fingers inside her pants. “You can’t . . . do . . . that!”

“I’m not gonna,” he said with a grin when she looked back at him.

“Then what . . .” She started. But then she jerked forward, sharply inhaling.

“That,” Irvine said, gently pushing inside. Rinoa dug her nails into the bench’s back, her legs nearly giving out as Irvine pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. “God, your tight,” He complained, still pushing. “Good thing I made you do all that oral work. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough here to let it glide in.”

“Would you just shut up and finish,” Rinoa whispered to herself. She felt it keep going in and her body fought against it. But finally, she felt the base of his body hit her’s. “Oh god,” she breathed.

“This is where it gets fun,” Irvine said, putting his left hand on the small of her back, keeping her bent over. He reached across her and wound up a fist full of her black hair, pulling her head up just a bit. He started to slide out.

Unlike it going in, Rinoa gasped with a strange mix of ecstasy and release as he drew out. But then Irvine began to push in again, making Rinoa gasp. There was less discomfort and more delight.

In no time, Irvine was pulsing in and out, while Rinoa clutched to the bench. With her legs locked, she stood as still as possible as Irvine maintained a steady pace. She reached up to her chest, feeling her black shirt. With a slight whimper, she reached to her breasts, finding her nipples. With a burning sense of shame, she began to pinch at them, moaning with the act.

There was a laugh.

Rinoa’s eyes opened up to see two undergraduate girls in the bushes, near the entrance to the Quad. Rinoa’s heart froze and she felt her body go cold. “Irvine,” She whispered.

“I see them,” He said casually, continuing to pump her. He drove in once harder than the other times, making her jump and squeal in delight and anxiety. “Now hush and stay quiet.”

“But they can see us,” She said.

Again, Irvine thrust into her so fast; it made her nearly fall over. But as she put one knee on the bench, Irvine just slid in after, not missing a beat. “Hush,” he said again callously. He looked up at the two girls and smiled to them, tipping his hat. They both giggled, but stayed, watching.

“Go away,” Rinoa begged under her breath towards the girls.

“You girls wanna help out?” Irvine called to them.

“Shut up!” Rinoa bit back at him.

“No,” He said to her, thrusting intensely again, making her moan. “If I invite someone to help out, or just to entertain me, that’s my prerogative.” Rinoa shook her head and started to look down. But Irvine pulled back on her hair, making her moan again, lifting her head up. “Start moaning,” He said.

“I am,” She whimpered.

“Louder,” Irvine said, still pressing into her. “You’re enjoying this, right?” Rinoa refused to answer. “Say you’re not,” he challenged to her, still working, beginning to pick up pace. She moaned again, starting to lower her head, but again, Irvine pulled back on her hair. “Moan,” he commanded again.

Rinoa closed hr eyes, trying to fight the emotions. She started to gasp, but she kept the feelings deep down inside. “I said,” Irvine repeated. He slapped her lightly just before he pushed in again.

Rinoa lost it. She shouted with an intense, but brief moan of joyous pain. She couldn’t keep her emotions bottled up. The moans and shouts came out anyway. All the time, Irvine began to pick up speed, his thrusts getting even more powerful.

Slowly, his rhythm began to break. Rinoa opened her eyes, gasping between moans. She felt Irvine’s thrusts getting frantic. “Irvine . . .” She started cautiously. But there was an explosion inside of her. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her body fill with unyielding rapture. She screamed in a low, guttural voice as the emotion filled her even more.

She fell against the back of the bench as Irvine finished with a few final thrusts. He drew out with finality as Rinoa leaned on the bench, too tired to even move. Irvine flopped down next to her, a sweaty smile on his face. “Whoo,” He said, waving his face with his hat. “That was fun.” He looked at Rinoa. “How was that?”

She looked at him with an exhausted look, barely able to see straight.



It was as hot as hell.

The intense heat shimmered on the edges of the darkness, while the only light came from the flowing lava just off the path. Rinoa walked quietly down the path, her Shooting Star loaded and ready.

But as she curved around the final bend, she came to a large open area surrounded by pillars of red-hot rock. She entered the domain that was centered on a white-hot pit of molten metal. “Ifrit!” She called.

There was a powerful laugh. Rinoa stepped back as the giant form rose up out of the lava, the heat coming off his form more intense than anything else in the cave. He crossed his massive arms and stared down at Rinoa. “I summoned you,” She said up to him. He sneered at her. “You’ve always come in the past when I . . .”

“Silence!” He bellowed, his deep voice sounding like it was a trumpet call echoing from the very depths of Hell. His eyes of smoking fire set on Rinoa. “You have come here for one of your puny trials.” He sneered again. “I hope you’re ready.” He set down on the hard stone floor before Rinoa.

“So do I,” She said with a fearful voice as he stalked towards her. In the back of her mind, she remembered Quistis’ words. ‘Just go with it. Don’t resist’, she remembered Quistis saying. ‘It seems a lot worse than it really is at first’.

Ifrit grabbed Rinoa’s arm and yanked her to the ground. Rinoa let herself fall to her hands and knees, her hair flopping down over her face. She braced herself as she felt the heat of Ifrit come over her. “Now,” He growled at her.

Rinoa thought she was going to be torn in two.

She threw her head back, her body arching as she was impaled. Agony and ecstasy superimposed as she was filled to the breaking point and beyond. Her eyes flared open in disbelief at the surge of violent emotions as a scream caught inside her mouth.

But instantly, Ifrit began to shove himself further inside her. Rinoa screamed, her high-pitched call echoing off the fiery cavern. But no one heard it save Ifrit, who seemed only to be driven by it’s call. He began to shove faster and faster into her, each pulse seeming to drive father into her.

Rinoa buried her head into her hands, the sensations too much. Her body was racked with sensations she couldn’t process. Joy was pushed to the very edges of tolerance while torturous agony surged into boundless delight. Rinoa screamed again, unable to do anything with the emotions except try to survive them.

Finally, Ifrit shoved into her one last time, a powerful heat shooting inside her Rinoa screamed at the top of her lungs as a volcano erupted within her body. She dug her nails into the ground as the joy continued for what seemed an eternity.

And then, Ifrit drew out. Rinoa fell to the scalding hot ground, mindless of the heat. She looked up to see Ifrit’s form return to its normal size as he turned to her. His eyes shimmered with the heat that came from them and he roared once at her, then faded from sight.

Rinoa’s head fell to the ground, exhaustion filling her.