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Adult ++
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Tales of the Eternal Calm
This a fanfic of a fanfic, amazingly enough. I have the permission of the author to use his characters and will do my best to do them justice. This is based on FFX (2): Godhead and FFX (3): Preaching Armageddon by the author Broken Visage. To see his FFX fanfics and original works, you can go to these places:
Mediaminer.org (Fanfiction and Original):
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php/u/78512
Fanfiction.net (Fanfiction):
http://www.fanfiction.net/~brokenvisage
Fictionpress.com (Original):
http://www.fictionpress.com/~brokenvisage
I don't own anything from the Final Fantasy series (the world, names, and characters of Rikku, Yuna, etc.); these belong to SquareEnix, et al. I don't own the original characters of Sadie, Nadya, Cala, Bilal, Faustin, Linnea or any other character which appears in the works of Broken Visage and may appear here as well; these belong to Broken Visage. The general stories written here are my own ideas, not taken from Broken Visage or anyone else and I claim no ownership to anything at all other than the story itself.
One last time: anything contained within these chapters is based off the FFX fanfics of Godhead, and Preaching Armageddon, both written by Broken Visage. You may wish to read these fics but I'll tryto make everything as stand-alone as possible. One thing you might wanna know is that both of these fics by BV are meant to replace FFX-2. Its been something like six or seven years since FFX. Yuna was murdered and New Yevon owns most of Spira. Rikku was exiled from the Al Bhed and she's defending Kilika with an airship carrier ship called the Gullwing.
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Tales of the Eternal Calm
(Preaching Armageddon)
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As an Al Bhed, Cala looked to Spirans like dozens of other young women. However, these men still found girls like her striking, notable for the peculiar, green-spiraled eyes which all Al Bhed had. Many were captivated by it, not specifically by Cala’s but by those of the people in general.
Especially not specifically Cala. She was generally ignored by the men around her. The woman may have been pretty in some respects but she was not overly noticeable. Her notability came from the fact that she was the superior officer of almost everyone in the Kilika defense force. There were two people above her, and a group who were of similar ranking. Though they people at her level were competition, they were not the ones whom she kept her eyes on. She watched Rikku and Bilal, the most senior crewmen, like a Condor fiend; she was not fond of Rikku.
Rikku was her real competition. Rank and promotions meant nothing to her; after all, if Rikku or Bilal were killed, opening a position, the crew would end up being disbanded anyway. Those two were arguably the only people holding the ship together. What she wanted was Bilal. She had wanted him ever since he showed interest in Rikku. She did not know that her case was desire for something she could not have, at least not for more than a night, though several of the other members of the Gullwing’s crew spoke of it when none of the trio were around. In her mind, she wanted him because he was both attractive and usually good to her. Sometimes this goodness was in the form of “tough love,” but she needed it. Sometimes Cala could not handle her job and she needed someone to yell at her to get her back into shape.
Her affection for her superior did not stop her from finding satisfaction elsewhere, though. She regularly worked to keep a relationship with men from the Crusader and refugee camp which the Kilika town had become. Cala never picked up more than one at time and her relationships tended to last for several weeks before she cut off contact and spent some more weeks alone on the ship. She justified this in her mind by thinking of it as her right since Bilal himself snuck around with Rikku. Most people knew nothing of Rikku and Bilal’s relationship; she only knew because she spied. She had seen them more than once; at times, she had to force herself to ignore the fact that she liked watching them in a way. It hurt but at the same time it was erotic and would make her want to find a man for herself. It was quite possible that she was not the most stable of people. She had psychological issues she needed to work out; it was unfortunate that she probably never would.
The young woman had masturbated to the mental image of Bilal and Rikku, and immediately after gone into a depressive rage, tearing her room onboard the Gullwing apart. That was something she would never tell anyone; she couldn’t tell anyone. Not that she thought there was anything wrong with it. She was perfectly normal. It was that no one else would understand. She enjoyed it. She didn’t think otherwise. Even after her jealously-driven temper led her to throw her books and other belongings all over the floor, she couldn’t stop thinking of Bilal and Rikku. Her mind always went to his strong abs, thick arms and thighs, and his tattooed chest. She thought his thighs pounding into Rikku’s, her chest bouncing, and her moaning in delight. To her, it was hot. But no, she wasn’t interested in Rikku at all; she would have had to hurt herself if she had sexual thoughts about Rikku. No, it was only Bilal. The person under him could have been any random blonde. It was only him that had her leaning on her desk, crying softly as she fingered herself. Her middle finger should have been replaced by Bilal. She deserved it, especially after all the times he ordered her around as though her feelings meant nothing.
Looking around, Cala started picking up the books and diagrams that had previously covered her desk. She crouched down to gather them up when she noticed she had broken the leg of her chair. There was no way she could keep breaking her furnishings and not have the maintenance crews start asking questions. They probably already did talk about it amongst themselves. It was her third broken chair leg in two weeks and they didn’t have the resources to keep replacing it.
She sighed and stood back up, placing her things back on the table. The woman quickly pulled her uniform slacks back on and smoothed out her clothing. She had to look perfect when she reentered the world. Swiping at her eyes with her sleeves, she tried to remove the traces of tears; her eyes would be bloodshot, but she could blame that on the lack of sleep. It was a perfectly reasonable excuse for the red eyes; most people on Kilika with military training went days without sleep.
Then she left her quarters, closing the hatch before anyone could take a peek inside. There was still a mess to clean up. Just as she stepped out into the corridor of the ship, she saw the hatch to the stateroom at the end of the hall close. Rikku was in her suite of rooms; she rarely ever used it unless she wanted privacy. The type of privacy she would want if Bilal was with her. Closing her eyes, Cala took a deep breath. She had to ignore it. The young commander could very well have decided to be alone. No, Cala knew it wasn’t so. He was in there with her.
As she walked down the hall toward the lift to take her to the Operations Center of the massive ship, she tried to keep her eyes off the hatch to Rikku’s suite. She was mostly successful until she was actually outside the room. Placing her hand on the hatch, she bowed her head. She would have given anything to be in that room instead of Rikku. At the very least, to be in there with the both of them.
She leaned forward to press her ear against the hatch, but took a step away before she could hear anything. Shaking her head slowly, her short, blonde hair bouncing slightly, she turned to the lift. She had a job to do and couldn’t waste time on fantasies.
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In her quarters, Rikku wasted no time in stripping off her shirt. Behind her, Bilal reached around and undid her shorts, sliding them down to the floor. He didn’t remove her underwear wrappings with the shorts; it was always more sexy for them when he didn’t get her naked immediately. She turned around and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him, her hands running up his bare, smooth chest to his shoulders. She slid her hands behind his head and over it, fingers moving over the short stubble. He hadn’t shaved his head recently like he normally did.
One of Bilal’s hands moved down over her butt and between her legs. He used his middle finger to rub her clit through the panties as they kissed, making her groan quietly. His other hand worked to undo his workpants and get them down to his ankles. Requiring both hands to ungracefully get the slacks completely off, he let her go and she walked over to her small bed.
Since the bed was little bigger than a cot, there was not enough room for them to have sex the way they liked it. They didn’t have time for that, anyway. Instead, Rikku knelt down at the foot, awaiting Bilal. Once he had kicked his pants away, he moved over to her and stood in front of her. He knew what to do. All he had to do was stand there while she took care of some of the foreplay. She needed him to come first since she firmly believed it would mean he couldn't get her pregnant. He believed the same.
Rikku wrapped two fingers around the base of his cock and gave the head a precursory lick before slipping it past her wide-open lips. Bilal wasn't a man of great length, so more than half slid into her mouth without wanting to go down her throat. She wasn’t capable of that anyways. She bobbed her head forward a couple of times before pulling back, keeping only the first inch in her mouth. The tip of her tongue stimulated his head as she momentarily focused elsewhere.
She laid her right hand on top of his left, which was busy playing with her hair. She loved when her men played with her hair though it was a little distracting for her. Her other hand loosened some of the underwear linens and slid down the front so she could rub herself at the same time.
Looking up at his face, she took his cock from her mouth so she could smile at him. Lately it had been rare for them to have time for each other. He smiled back at her and moved his left hand down to her cheek. They said nothing, though. Neither of them had anything to say. She knew he loved her and she was sure he knew she did, too.
His spare hand held his cock ready for her to return attention to. She looked back at it and stretched out her tongue lick the very tip. The taste was very faint, only very slightly salty, making the fluid almost flavorless in a good way. His was better than the last guy she had. She felt his hand move back to the top of her head, but he held her hand rather than brush through her hair. The woman took that as a cue to focus and she closed her eyes. She touched his head to her mouth, moving slightly to run it along her bottom lip. Then, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking him in until her lips touched his fingers. She sucked slowly, her tongue moving along the bottom of his cock and her head bobbing forward. Her fingers tightened around his, trying to tell him that he needed to hurry. She was always trying to rush him because he tried so hard to last a long time even when time wasn’t on their side. Her lips pushed forward and he removed his hand; she was trying to slide as much into her mouth as she could. Once she felt him touch the back of her throat, she stopped and opened her eyes.
Mentally, she smiled to herself. She had gotten more in that time and didn't gag. It was enough to have had the hair tickling her lips had Bilal not shaved most of his off and trimmed the rest short. His sense of hygiene did a lot to turn her on. Down between her legs, her fingers worked furiously. Her thumb rubbed at her clit while her two bigger fingers slid into her pussy. Her hand didn't work very rhythmically since it had to be in odd positions, but her fingers were getting the job done. She wanted him to come, though, so she could feel him inside of her. She had been fantasizing about it all week.
As she pulled her head back, she felt a hand press firmly against the side of her head. Keeping her mouth open and his cock at the entrance, she felt his cum flow onto her tongue, filling her mouth with the salty taste. As he finished, she stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the tip of his head. She took a moment to swallow most of it and spat out the rest onto the floor.
“So unladylike,” Bilal grinned, speaking in Al Bhed.
Rikku rose to her feet and smiled, still rubbing herself. She kissed him briefly with closed lips. “And whoever said I was a lady.”
The man pushed her back so her calves hit the foot of the bed; she fell back on it and he started lowering himself to the ground so he could return the favor with his own tongue. Rikku kept her legs closed, though, and pushed on him with a foot to keep him away. She was still uncomfortable with letting him do that and wondered why he even wanted to. He'd be licking a lot of hair to do that, the thought of which made her gag a little.
She scooted a little to the side so she could roll over into a position bent over the edge of the bed. Behind her, Bilal stood back up and took a step back to look at her. She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling and waiting for him to slide into her. The woman reached back and pushed her panties off her hips so he could see her naked rear. He moved back up to her and pulled on the end of the wrapping, tugging so it loosened and dropped off to the floor. He ran his hands over her, a finger tracing down the middle between her cheeks, softly moving over her anus and down her pussy.
He took his cock in one hand and rubbed the tip against her, letting her know he was ready. Rikku straightened her legs so her butt was higher in the air, and she moved one hand back to rub her clit as he pushed into her pussy. With one hand on her hips, he pulled her back as he thrust into her with a steady rhythm. His other hand rested on the small of her back as he picked up speed.
Rikku felt him push into her harder, slowing slightly, trying to find the way she wanted it. She groaned loudly to tell him when to keep a constant pace that she liked. His pelvis pounded into her butt as he slid into her steadily. She rubbed herself frantically, her fingers rubbing against the bottom of his cock with each stroke. Each heavy breath was accompanied by a moan; she got louder as he used a ring finger to massage around her anus, pressing against the opening. He plunged into her as his finger slowly pushed into her butt. The woman buried her face in the bed linens and cried out a muffled moan of pleasure. He kept sliding his finger in until it reached his knuckle. Once in, he moved it only partially in and out, keeping most of his finger inside until he could tell she was in mid-orgasm. Her own fingers continued their zealous working of her clit for long minutes, stroking herself faster than her lover was forcing himself into her. She was close, only seconds away. She moved her hips back to meet Bilal’s, making him hammer into her even harder, and she rubbed herself faster.
“So…,” she moaned, unable to finish her thought.
She felt her face grow warm, a heat which spread to her neck and chest. Just a minute later, a throbbing, electric rush jolted through her powerfully, stiffening her back muscles and spreading through her in multiple waves. Her pelvis shuddered in spasm and her pussy tightened around Bilal’s cock. He slid his finger out of her butt, heightening the sensation and causing her toes and fingers to curl. She struggled to keep from screaming out into the air, for fear of people hearing them. A very familiar sensation came to her and she let herself go, coming in a gentle gush that streamed out onto Bilal’s thighs and dripped to the floor.
After several long seconds, she stopped moving and dropped her weight down onto the bed. She panted hard and rested the side of her head against the sheets. That had started to be one of their better sessions, and undoubtedly would have been if they had not been so rushed. She had never come as quickly as that time and cursed their inability to have kept going.
Bilal bent forward and kissed her shoulder as he pulled out of her. “I’m going to get cleaned up,” he paused to take another deep breath, “Get to the OC, check on any…developments.”
Rikku nodded and weakly waved a hand back at him. “Don’t worry about the room mess. I’ll clean the floor.”
She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, whispering, “Well, this is a familiar view.”
“What?” Bilal asked. He hadn’t heard what she mumbled. He looked over at her, laying spread-eagle on the bed. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was with her. Shaking his head, he toweled off his thighs.
“Nothing.” She rose up onto her elbows. She watched him clean himself off and pull his slacks back on. “If anyone asks, I was alone. Doesn’t matter where you say you were.”
He grinned at her, “I was doing some exercises in my quarters, of course, then came to see if you finished looking over the refugee reports.”
Rikku dropped back down onto her back. “That’s right. That’s what I was doing…. Make sure you shower.”
“Yes, sir!” he snapped to attention and saluted her. Once she idly returned the salute, he left the room, closing the hatch behind him.
The young woman lay on her bed for several minutes until her breathing was normal and she felt like she could walk again. Just as she tried to get to her feet, she felt back onto the bed, whispering to herself, “Ah, to hell with it.”
They could do without her for a few hours, as long as Bilal was there to run the ship.
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A/N
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I know the scene was pretty short but I couldn’t keep it going and keep it interesting at the same time. It already wasn’t that good. :\ But I'll get better, I promise.
Mediaminer.org (Fanfiction and Original):
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php/u/78512
Fanfiction.net (Fanfiction):
http://www.fanfiction.net/~brokenvisage
Fictionpress.com (Original):
http://www.fictionpress.com/~brokenvisage
I don't own anything from the Final Fantasy series (the world, names, and characters of Rikku, Yuna, etc.); these belong to SquareEnix, et al. I don't own the original characters of Sadie, Nadya, Cala, Bilal, Faustin, Linnea or any other character which appears in the works of Broken Visage and may appear here as well; these belong to Broken Visage. The general stories written here are my own ideas, not taken from Broken Visage or anyone else and I claim no ownership to anything at all other than the story itself.
One last time: anything contained within these chapters is based off the FFX fanfics of Godhead, and Preaching Armageddon, both written by Broken Visage. You may wish to read these fics but I'll tryto make everything as stand-alone as possible. One thing you might wanna know is that both of these fics by BV are meant to replace FFX-2. Its been something like six or seven years since FFX. Yuna was murdered and New Yevon owns most of Spira. Rikku was exiled from the Al Bhed and she's defending Kilika with an airship carrier ship called the Gullwing.
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Tales of the Eternal Calm
(Preaching Armageddon)
-----
As an Al Bhed, Cala looked to Spirans like dozens of other young women. However, these men still found girls like her striking, notable for the peculiar, green-spiraled eyes which all Al Bhed had. Many were captivated by it, not specifically by Cala’s but by those of the people in general.
Especially not specifically Cala. She was generally ignored by the men around her. The woman may have been pretty in some respects but she was not overly noticeable. Her notability came from the fact that she was the superior officer of almost everyone in the Kilika defense force. There were two people above her, and a group who were of similar ranking. Though they people at her level were competition, they were not the ones whom she kept her eyes on. She watched Rikku and Bilal, the most senior crewmen, like a Condor fiend; she was not fond of Rikku.
Rikku was her real competition. Rank and promotions meant nothing to her; after all, if Rikku or Bilal were killed, opening a position, the crew would end up being disbanded anyway. Those two were arguably the only people holding the ship together. What she wanted was Bilal. She had wanted him ever since he showed interest in Rikku. She did not know that her case was desire for something she could not have, at least not for more than a night, though several of the other members of the Gullwing’s crew spoke of it when none of the trio were around. In her mind, she wanted him because he was both attractive and usually good to her. Sometimes this goodness was in the form of “tough love,” but she needed it. Sometimes Cala could not handle her job and she needed someone to yell at her to get her back into shape.
Her affection for her superior did not stop her from finding satisfaction elsewhere, though. She regularly worked to keep a relationship with men from the Crusader and refugee camp which the Kilika town had become. Cala never picked up more than one at time and her relationships tended to last for several weeks before she cut off contact and spent some more weeks alone on the ship. She justified this in her mind by thinking of it as her right since Bilal himself snuck around with Rikku. Most people knew nothing of Rikku and Bilal’s relationship; she only knew because she spied. She had seen them more than once; at times, she had to force herself to ignore the fact that she liked watching them in a way. It hurt but at the same time it was erotic and would make her want to find a man for herself. It was quite possible that she was not the most stable of people. She had psychological issues she needed to work out; it was unfortunate that she probably never would.
The young woman had masturbated to the mental image of Bilal and Rikku, and immediately after gone into a depressive rage, tearing her room onboard the Gullwing apart. That was something she would never tell anyone; she couldn’t tell anyone. Not that she thought there was anything wrong with it. She was perfectly normal. It was that no one else would understand. She enjoyed it. She didn’t think otherwise. Even after her jealously-driven temper led her to throw her books and other belongings all over the floor, she couldn’t stop thinking of Bilal and Rikku. Her mind always went to his strong abs, thick arms and thighs, and his tattooed chest. She thought his thighs pounding into Rikku’s, her chest bouncing, and her moaning in delight. To her, it was hot. But no, she wasn’t interested in Rikku at all; she would have had to hurt herself if she had sexual thoughts about Rikku. No, it was only Bilal. The person under him could have been any random blonde. It was only him that had her leaning on her desk, crying softly as she fingered herself. Her middle finger should have been replaced by Bilal. She deserved it, especially after all the times he ordered her around as though her feelings meant nothing.
Looking around, Cala started picking up the books and diagrams that had previously covered her desk. She crouched down to gather them up when she noticed she had broken the leg of her chair. There was no way she could keep breaking her furnishings and not have the maintenance crews start asking questions. They probably already did talk about it amongst themselves. It was her third broken chair leg in two weeks and they didn’t have the resources to keep replacing it.
She sighed and stood back up, placing her things back on the table. The woman quickly pulled her uniform slacks back on and smoothed out her clothing. She had to look perfect when she reentered the world. Swiping at her eyes with her sleeves, she tried to remove the traces of tears; her eyes would be bloodshot, but she could blame that on the lack of sleep. It was a perfectly reasonable excuse for the red eyes; most people on Kilika with military training went days without sleep.
Then she left her quarters, closing the hatch before anyone could take a peek inside. There was still a mess to clean up. Just as she stepped out into the corridor of the ship, she saw the hatch to the stateroom at the end of the hall close. Rikku was in her suite of rooms; she rarely ever used it unless she wanted privacy. The type of privacy she would want if Bilal was with her. Closing her eyes, Cala took a deep breath. She had to ignore it. The young commander could very well have decided to be alone. No, Cala knew it wasn’t so. He was in there with her.
As she walked down the hall toward the lift to take her to the Operations Center of the massive ship, she tried to keep her eyes off the hatch to Rikku’s suite. She was mostly successful until she was actually outside the room. Placing her hand on the hatch, she bowed her head. She would have given anything to be in that room instead of Rikku. At the very least, to be in there with the both of them.
She leaned forward to press her ear against the hatch, but took a step away before she could hear anything. Shaking her head slowly, her short, blonde hair bouncing slightly, she turned to the lift. She had a job to do and couldn’t waste time on fantasies.
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In her quarters, Rikku wasted no time in stripping off her shirt. Behind her, Bilal reached around and undid her shorts, sliding them down to the floor. He didn’t remove her underwear wrappings with the shorts; it was always more sexy for them when he didn’t get her naked immediately. She turned around and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him, her hands running up his bare, smooth chest to his shoulders. She slid her hands behind his head and over it, fingers moving over the short stubble. He hadn’t shaved his head recently like he normally did.
One of Bilal’s hands moved down over her butt and between her legs. He used his middle finger to rub her clit through the panties as they kissed, making her groan quietly. His other hand worked to undo his workpants and get them down to his ankles. Requiring both hands to ungracefully get the slacks completely off, he let her go and she walked over to her small bed.
Since the bed was little bigger than a cot, there was not enough room for them to have sex the way they liked it. They didn’t have time for that, anyway. Instead, Rikku knelt down at the foot, awaiting Bilal. Once he had kicked his pants away, he moved over to her and stood in front of her. He knew what to do. All he had to do was stand there while she took care of some of the foreplay. She needed him to come first since she firmly believed it would mean he couldn't get her pregnant. He believed the same.
Rikku wrapped two fingers around the base of his cock and gave the head a precursory lick before slipping it past her wide-open lips. Bilal wasn't a man of great length, so more than half slid into her mouth without wanting to go down her throat. She wasn’t capable of that anyways. She bobbed her head forward a couple of times before pulling back, keeping only the first inch in her mouth. The tip of her tongue stimulated his head as she momentarily focused elsewhere.
She laid her right hand on top of his left, which was busy playing with her hair. She loved when her men played with her hair though it was a little distracting for her. Her other hand loosened some of the underwear linens and slid down the front so she could rub herself at the same time.
Looking up at his face, she took his cock from her mouth so she could smile at him. Lately it had been rare for them to have time for each other. He smiled back at her and moved his left hand down to her cheek. They said nothing, though. Neither of them had anything to say. She knew he loved her and she was sure he knew she did, too.
His spare hand held his cock ready for her to return attention to. She looked back at it and stretched out her tongue lick the very tip. The taste was very faint, only very slightly salty, making the fluid almost flavorless in a good way. His was better than the last guy she had. She felt his hand move back to the top of her head, but he held her hand rather than brush through her hair. The woman took that as a cue to focus and she closed her eyes. She touched his head to her mouth, moving slightly to run it along her bottom lip. Then, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward, taking him in until her lips touched his fingers. She sucked slowly, her tongue moving along the bottom of his cock and her head bobbing forward. Her fingers tightened around his, trying to tell him that he needed to hurry. She was always trying to rush him because he tried so hard to last a long time even when time wasn’t on their side. Her lips pushed forward and he removed his hand; she was trying to slide as much into her mouth as she could. Once she felt him touch the back of her throat, she stopped and opened her eyes.
Mentally, she smiled to herself. She had gotten more in that time and didn't gag. It was enough to have had the hair tickling her lips had Bilal not shaved most of his off and trimmed the rest short. His sense of hygiene did a lot to turn her on. Down between her legs, her fingers worked furiously. Her thumb rubbed at her clit while her two bigger fingers slid into her pussy. Her hand didn't work very rhythmically since it had to be in odd positions, but her fingers were getting the job done. She wanted him to come, though, so she could feel him inside of her. She had been fantasizing about it all week.
As she pulled her head back, she felt a hand press firmly against the side of her head. Keeping her mouth open and his cock at the entrance, she felt his cum flow onto her tongue, filling her mouth with the salty taste. As he finished, she stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the tip of his head. She took a moment to swallow most of it and spat out the rest onto the floor.
“So unladylike,” Bilal grinned, speaking in Al Bhed.
Rikku rose to her feet and smiled, still rubbing herself. She kissed him briefly with closed lips. “And whoever said I was a lady.”
The man pushed her back so her calves hit the foot of the bed; she fell back on it and he started lowering himself to the ground so he could return the favor with his own tongue. Rikku kept her legs closed, though, and pushed on him with a foot to keep him away. She was still uncomfortable with letting him do that and wondered why he even wanted to. He'd be licking a lot of hair to do that, the thought of which made her gag a little.
She scooted a little to the side so she could roll over into a position bent over the edge of the bed. Behind her, Bilal stood back up and took a step back to look at her. She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling and waiting for him to slide into her. The woman reached back and pushed her panties off her hips so he could see her naked rear. He moved back up to her and pulled on the end of the wrapping, tugging so it loosened and dropped off to the floor. He ran his hands over her, a finger tracing down the middle between her cheeks, softly moving over her anus and down her pussy.
He took his cock in one hand and rubbed the tip against her, letting her know he was ready. Rikku straightened her legs so her butt was higher in the air, and she moved one hand back to rub her clit as he pushed into her pussy. With one hand on her hips, he pulled her back as he thrust into her with a steady rhythm. His other hand rested on the small of her back as he picked up speed.
Rikku felt him push into her harder, slowing slightly, trying to find the way she wanted it. She groaned loudly to tell him when to keep a constant pace that she liked. His pelvis pounded into her butt as he slid into her steadily. She rubbed herself frantically, her fingers rubbing against the bottom of his cock with each stroke. Each heavy breath was accompanied by a moan; she got louder as he used a ring finger to massage around her anus, pressing against the opening. He plunged into her as his finger slowly pushed into her butt. The woman buried her face in the bed linens and cried out a muffled moan of pleasure. He kept sliding his finger in until it reached his knuckle. Once in, he moved it only partially in and out, keeping most of his finger inside until he could tell she was in mid-orgasm. Her own fingers continued their zealous working of her clit for long minutes, stroking herself faster than her lover was forcing himself into her. She was close, only seconds away. She moved her hips back to meet Bilal’s, making him hammer into her even harder, and she rubbed herself faster.
“So…,” she moaned, unable to finish her thought.
She felt her face grow warm, a heat which spread to her neck and chest. Just a minute later, a throbbing, electric rush jolted through her powerfully, stiffening her back muscles and spreading through her in multiple waves. Her pelvis shuddered in spasm and her pussy tightened around Bilal’s cock. He slid his finger out of her butt, heightening the sensation and causing her toes and fingers to curl. She struggled to keep from screaming out into the air, for fear of people hearing them. A very familiar sensation came to her and she let herself go, coming in a gentle gush that streamed out onto Bilal’s thighs and dripped to the floor.
After several long seconds, she stopped moving and dropped her weight down onto the bed. She panted hard and rested the side of her head against the sheets. That had started to be one of their better sessions, and undoubtedly would have been if they had not been so rushed. She had never come as quickly as that time and cursed their inability to have kept going.
Bilal bent forward and kissed her shoulder as he pulled out of her. “I’m going to get cleaned up,” he paused to take another deep breath, “Get to the OC, check on any…developments.”
Rikku nodded and weakly waved a hand back at him. “Don’t worry about the room mess. I’ll clean the floor.”
She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, whispering, “Well, this is a familiar view.”
“What?” Bilal asked. He hadn’t heard what she mumbled. He looked over at her, laying spread-eagle on the bed. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was with her. Shaking his head, he toweled off his thighs.
“Nothing.” She rose up onto her elbows. She watched him clean himself off and pull his slacks back on. “If anyone asks, I was alone. Doesn’t matter where you say you were.”
He grinned at her, “I was doing some exercises in my quarters, of course, then came to see if you finished looking over the refugee reports.”
Rikku dropped back down onto her back. “That’s right. That’s what I was doing…. Make sure you shower.”
“Yes, sir!” he snapped to attention and saluted her. Once she idly returned the salute, he left the room, closing the hatch behind him.
The young woman lay on her bed for several minutes until her breathing was normal and she felt like she could walk again. Just as she tried to get to her feet, she felt back onto the bed, whispering to herself, “Ah, to hell with it.”
They could do without her for a few hours, as long as Bilal was there to run the ship.
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A/N
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I know the scene was pretty short but I couldn’t keep it going and keep it interesting at the same time. It already wasn’t that good. :\ But I'll get better, I promise.