The Thoughts of Kain
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy II - V
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
938
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy II - V, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Thoughts of Kain
Thoughts of Kain
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Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own these characters or FF2 (4j). I just wanted to write about them. This story contains some vauge descriptions of sexual situations. So... read at your own risk, I guess.
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I see you there, now, chained tightly to the wall. You’d never escape even without these chains to bind you, but somehow it pleases me to see you this way. You, who always wanted more. You, who always looked right past me. Now it doesn’t matter. My master has brought you here, and bound you with these chains.
I take pleasure in knowing I could do as I pleased with you. I could see the wonderful secrets you hide beneath your clothing. I could take pleasures you had not allowed him. For once, I would be enough. I would make you feel pleasure, whether you wanted to or not. I would give you more than he ever could. I am more of a man than he could ever be.
Still, for whatever reason, you’ve always chosen him over me. Why? Why this boy when you could have me? When we were children it was the same. I did one thing, and he’d do it better. I’d bring you dandelions, and he’d bring daisies he stole from his mother’s garden. I’d walk you around puddles, and he’d simply carry you over them. For once, I want to do something for you far better than he could. So here, while you’re chained, I have the chance.
Now you can’t turn me away. What I say and do goes. No one will save you. But I can save you, in ways you can’t perceive. Here, in these chains, you’re all mine. No one else is here to have you. He isn’t here, and I was always second best to him. So, now, that would make me the best. The best for you, and that tiny, lithe body you hide in.
You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it’s almost as if you know. I notice that exaggerated sway of your hips when you walk before me. I see you wink and make those pouty lips at me when he’s looking the other way. Then there’s those teasing kisses you place on my cheeks, so close to my mouth that I can barely stand to let you do it. I just want to fist my hand in your hair and press your lips hard to mine; to take as I please, even if you don’t want to give.
Somehow, I know you want to; that you want this to happen as much as I do. You want me just as badly as I want you, because, underneath it all, you’re no more than a whore. You play with the emotions of men to get what you want. And, though I want to make you feel pleasure, I want to punish you. I want you to feel euphoria and anguish all at once.
It’s the way you’ve made me feel for as long as I can remember. Pure pleasure at seeing you face, and pain for the way you brushed me aside. I want to retaliate in all of its horrible glory. I want you to know what you’ve done to me, and what you’ve most likely done to others.
I would’ve given it all to you: flowers, affection, and long nights of passion followed by the whisperings of sweet nothings. I wanted to give that all to you, but you only denied me. You only wanted that pussy-fuck of a Dark Knight. I wanted to give you all, and you took it in a way I had never imagined. You completely broke my heart, and in the process broke me. That’s why I stand before you now, on the side of the enemy. I want you to pay for what you’ve done, with his life.
But first, you will regret what you’ve done to me.
I’ll start out slowly, gently, letting you enjoy. I’ll softly run my hands over your body, so that you can just feel it. Though you’ll be thinking I’m doing such for you, it will really be for me. I’ll simply revel in the silkiness of your skin. I’ll take in your wondrous feminine smells, and run my hands though that honey colored hair that I love so much. You’ll moan my name, not his, and beg for more.
You’ll get more than you bargained for, as I start acting out my carnal desires. I’ll simply do as I please, and not care about your protests. Though, somehow, I doubt that you would protest at all. I could imagine you crying out for more of the wonderful pain that I inflict upon you. But still, it would only be my enjoyment which I’m concerned with.
I want to see bruises on your arms and breasts. I want to see shreds of your clothing hanging from your body. I just want to see you unclad and bruised, just hanging in those chains.
I bring my mind back from these thoughts. I’ll have time for all of these things soon enough. He’ll die on Mt. Ordeals; then you’ll be only for me. You’ll be my only treasure and I’ll treat you as a queen. However, I’ll first see to your glorious punishment.
I stand close to you now, and gaze deeply into those perfect blue eyes. They make me think of the sea. Your eyes look so sleepy, just the same as they will when I’m through with you.
I motion for two lesser guards, and they take you down. I return to my room, and they carry you behind me.
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This is my first story here. Please R&R. If I get good results I might be encouraged to work on the sequel. ^-^
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Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own these characters or FF2 (4j). I just wanted to write about them. This story contains some vauge descriptions of sexual situations. So... read at your own risk, I guess.
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I see you there, now, chained tightly to the wall. You’d never escape even without these chains to bind you, but somehow it pleases me to see you this way. You, who always wanted more. You, who always looked right past me. Now it doesn’t matter. My master has brought you here, and bound you with these chains.
I take pleasure in knowing I could do as I pleased with you. I could see the wonderful secrets you hide beneath your clothing. I could take pleasures you had not allowed him. For once, I would be enough. I would make you feel pleasure, whether you wanted to or not. I would give you more than he ever could. I am more of a man than he could ever be.
Still, for whatever reason, you’ve always chosen him over me. Why? Why this boy when you could have me? When we were children it was the same. I did one thing, and he’d do it better. I’d bring you dandelions, and he’d bring daisies he stole from his mother’s garden. I’d walk you around puddles, and he’d simply carry you over them. For once, I want to do something for you far better than he could. So here, while you’re chained, I have the chance.
Now you can’t turn me away. What I say and do goes. No one will save you. But I can save you, in ways you can’t perceive. Here, in these chains, you’re all mine. No one else is here to have you. He isn’t here, and I was always second best to him. So, now, that would make me the best. The best for you, and that tiny, lithe body you hide in.
You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it’s almost as if you know. I notice that exaggerated sway of your hips when you walk before me. I see you wink and make those pouty lips at me when he’s looking the other way. Then there’s those teasing kisses you place on my cheeks, so close to my mouth that I can barely stand to let you do it. I just want to fist my hand in your hair and press your lips hard to mine; to take as I please, even if you don’t want to give.
Somehow, I know you want to; that you want this to happen as much as I do. You want me just as badly as I want you, because, underneath it all, you’re no more than a whore. You play with the emotions of men to get what you want. And, though I want to make you feel pleasure, I want to punish you. I want you to feel euphoria and anguish all at once.
It’s the way you’ve made me feel for as long as I can remember. Pure pleasure at seeing you face, and pain for the way you brushed me aside. I want to retaliate in all of its horrible glory. I want you to know what you’ve done to me, and what you’ve most likely done to others.
I would’ve given it all to you: flowers, affection, and long nights of passion followed by the whisperings of sweet nothings. I wanted to give that all to you, but you only denied me. You only wanted that pussy-fuck of a Dark Knight. I wanted to give you all, and you took it in a way I had never imagined. You completely broke my heart, and in the process broke me. That’s why I stand before you now, on the side of the enemy. I want you to pay for what you’ve done, with his life.
But first, you will regret what you’ve done to me.
I’ll start out slowly, gently, letting you enjoy. I’ll softly run my hands over your body, so that you can just feel it. Though you’ll be thinking I’m doing such for you, it will really be for me. I’ll simply revel in the silkiness of your skin. I’ll take in your wondrous feminine smells, and run my hands though that honey colored hair that I love so much. You’ll moan my name, not his, and beg for more.
You’ll get more than you bargained for, as I start acting out my carnal desires. I’ll simply do as I please, and not care about your protests. Though, somehow, I doubt that you would protest at all. I could imagine you crying out for more of the wonderful pain that I inflict upon you. But still, it would only be my enjoyment which I’m concerned with.
I want to see bruises on your arms and breasts. I want to see shreds of your clothing hanging from your body. I just want to see you unclad and bruised, just hanging in those chains.
I bring my mind back from these thoughts. I’ll have time for all of these things soon enough. He’ll die on Mt. Ordeals; then you’ll be only for me. You’ll be my only treasure and I’ll treat you as a queen. However, I’ll first see to your glorious punishment.
I stand close to you now, and gaze deeply into those perfect blue eyes. They make me think of the sea. Your eyes look so sleepy, just the same as they will when I’m through with you.
I motion for two lesser guards, and they take you down. I return to my room, and they carry you behind me.
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This is my first story here. Please R&R. If I get good results I might be encouraged to work on the sequel. ^-^