Dissidia: Love, Life and Wandering

I do not own Final Fantasy (shame, that), nor do I make any money from writing this (also a shame). This is entirely for my own sordid pleasure. Honest.

Chapter 1: The Readiness is All

The moons were out; that was good. It meant he could see better. It was one hell of a climb at the best of times, but in pitch blackness it could take him nearly two hours to scale the building.

Zidane Tribal was sixteen years old, and a professional thief. He also happened to be the leader of a small group of people who’d saved the universe from complete destruction at the hands of a crazed mage named Kuja, and he was now also engaged to be married to her most Royal Majesty, Queen Garnet til Alexandros of the kingdom of Alexandria. Quite what the stuffy nobility thought of a common thief from Lindblum becoming Prince Consort he wasn’t entirely sure, but he could certainly guess.

He shimmied up a drainpipe, then swung from some guttering on to a convenient window-ledge. Jumping, he grabbed onto the palisade above the window and pulled himself up. Now, where was that gargoyle again?

The main reason, however, that he was currently scaling the battlements of Alexandria Castle, rather than, say, walking down the corridors, was because there was a big difference between being engaged and actually married. Garnet was massively busy orchestrating the recovery of her shattered country, while simultaneously trying to organize a wedding that would involve servicing the entire population of Alexandria, nearly three quarters of the nobles on the Mist Continent, and not to mention contingents of delegates from the Black Mage Village, Esto Gaza and the Genomes. He really wished he could help her, but his knowledge of statecraft was understandably minimal, and until they were actually married he was still technically a commoner, unfit for a diplomatic role.

After a running leap, he landed nimbly and silently on the roof of the kitchens, and scurried along the ridge until he came to a rope he’d left in place on a previous visit, dangling from a distant buttress; climbing that took nearly ten minutes off his vertical trek.

Zidane was suffered to wander the palace by day, but there really was little point; he barely got any time with his bride-to-be during the day. And that would have been fine, if a little stressful, if he could have spent his evenings with the woman he loved. But Steiner had got it into his fat head that the Queen should not ‘dishonour’ herself before marriage. Apparently he was unaware of the fact that Zidane and Garnet had been sleeping together since long before Kuja’s defeat; the Queen had urged her lover to be tactful and not say anything, if only to prevent Rusty from getting an aneurism. This meant that he got his marching orders come sundown, and Steiner took up his post outside the royal bedroom. That in itself wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, but unfortunately Beatrix was of the same opinion as Steiner, probably fearing the ignominy of a royal baby appearing before the wedding, and she was actually smart enough to make sure he was out of the castle before the gates were sealed.

This was the most dangerous bit. He scrambled up onto the parapet of a small turret, and then threw himself into the deep shadows of the main tower. Blind and plummeting, he counted exactly two and a half seconds before sticking an arm out and grabbing onto a beam protruding from the wall.

“Ah, the things I do for love…” he muttered to no-one in particular, swinging himself up and straddling the beam. Whoever had designed Alexandria Castle had done a brilliant job of making sure that it kept people out. Fortunately, Zidane was a very, very good thief, and he’d eventually managed to find a route to the royal bedroom. It was weird, and slightly sad; he was breaking into one of the greatest fortresses ever designed, not to steal anything, but just to unwind with his fiancée. Still, he thought, it was better than nothing.

His gloved fingers dug into the stony crevices as he began the final ascent up the face of the main tower, moving with incredible speed and agility. He was nearly there, and despite the arduous trek was already starting to feel pretty horny. He’d been doing this every single night for three weeks, and knew exactly what to expect; Garnet was always pleased to see him, and eager to work off some of the day’s frustrations.

Sure enough, as he reached the window ledge and pulled himself up into the room, Garnet swept into his arms, burying her head in his chest. She was dressed in a plain white silk shift; as he hugged her close he couldn’t believe how pure and beautiful she looked in it.

“Hey, Garnet. You alright?” he asked, laying a gentle kiss on her luscious dark hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine. A bit tired, but all the better for seeing you.” she replied, looking up at him. His light eyes met her dark ones, utterly captivating him, and he leaned forward to kiss her, their lips barely brushing. The next one, also gentle, was slightly longer, slightly more definite, the lovers enjoying their slow and sensuous caress. On the next one, Zidane slowly forced his tongue between her lips, then out again. Each probe became stronger, deeper, more assertive, until their tongues were sliding passionately over each other.

Their hands were no longer still either; Zidane’s ran down her back, stroking and caressing her, while Garnet placed one hand on his back, pulling him into her, while the other tantalisingly grabbed his buttock. As she pulled him towards her, she ground her abdomen against his, pressing up against the rapidly growing hardness in his pants. Her own arousal was growing as well, and eventually she was moaning ecstatically around that wonderful, passionate kiss; every one of Zidane’s increasingly frantic caresses sent a thrill through her entire body, as did the wondrous urgency of his throbbing hard-on pressing into her stomach.

Eventually, she broke the kiss, and gently pushed him away from her. In a fluid motion, she unbuttoned the top of her shift, and the silk ran smoothly off her body to pool around her feet. She was completely naked, her skin smooth, pale and inviting. Her long, beautiful legs ran up to a small patch of hair the exact same shade as her flowing hair. Further up, her stomach was slender, and flat until it met the swelling curves of her breasts. Though not overly large, they were well-formed, and Zidane loved the way each one fitted perfectly in his hand. Her pert little nipples were a deeper shade of pink; he loved the feel of those as well. And to top it all, that beautiful, innocent face, its eyes now sultry with desire. The whole ensemble was electrifying, sending a spark right to his groin; his manhood was rock-solid with need, forming a burgeoning tent at the front of his pants. Stepping over to the bed, Garnet climbed up and went to the far end; she lay on her side, her head supported by a crooked elbow, her entire, naked body facing him openly.

“Well? Will you join me?” she asked impishly.

“Do you really have to ask? Just gimme a minute – I’m wearing more clothes than you.”

“It’s always the same.” she chuckled, “You’ve always got to undress properly.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me!” Zidane chided, “A good thief should always know where his clothes are. Believe me, I’ve had to make a quick exit from more than one bedroom, and a midnight chase across the roof-tops when you’re stark naked is no fun.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” she replied, even more mischievously, “I rather enjoy watching you strip.”

Zidane smiled wryly at that. There was a chair next to the wardrobe that he habitually used for his gear. First he kicked off his boots and pulled off his gloves, then unfastened his daggers. Next, he unlaced his cravat, shrugged out of his jerkin, and pulled off the white shirt underneath. This was a view Garnet loved: Zidane stripped to the waist. His frame may have been slender, but years of training and his genetic heritage had given him a compactly muscular body; the sight of his washboard stomach always thrilled her, and emphasised the bulge of his member as well.

Finally, he undid his belt, and breathed a sigh of relief as his cock was released from the painful tightness of his pants. He was fully erect, his twelve inch member standing proud above his shock of blond pubic hair, a drop of precum already beading on its scarlet head. His tail made small, rapid movements; it always did when he was aroused. Nonetheless, he carefully folded his pants before coming to the bed; the anticipation excited them both.

He climbed onto the bed and lay next to her. Wordlessly, he leaned across and kissed her, and their tongues darted over each other, dancing wetly in their mouths. His hand caressed her hair, and she likewise ran her fingers through his. After a few moments, his hand slowly trailed down her neck, until he gently took one of her breasts in hand, and began to massage it. Garnet gasped around the kiss, but did not break it. She could feel the insistence of Zidane’s member poking into her thigh, and she instinctively went for it. It was Zidane’s turn to gasp as her dainty hand gently stroked him, slowly pulling and pushing the tender foreskin in a way that sent waves of ecstasy rolling through his body. His mouth left hers as he groaned with pure pleasure.

Enjoying the effect it was having on him, Garnet grinned to herself and brought her other hand down, first using a finger to draw a few circles on the head of his cock, even pausing to tease the hole open slightly, all of which sent visible tremors through his body, then she brought the hand down lower, and began to massage his testicles, slowly at first, then faster. As she did so, the speed of her other hand increased, until she was masturbating him vigorously.

Not wanting to be outdone, Zidane began to service her breasts more thoroughly. Her nipples had grown hard, and he now had both hands on her chest; he could feel each nub between his fingers. He took one nipple between his finger, pinching and twisting it, but the other he took in his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. Such treatment brought vocal pants of pleasure, but he wasn’t finished yet. In a quick movement, his hand went to her lower lips and he plunged two fingers into her; the effect was electric, her entire body tensing around him. She was sopping wet, and each movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure reverberating through her body. She let go of his dick, and put her arms around him and pulled him close so that she could whisper in his ear:

“Make love to me, Zidane! Make love to me now!”

He pulled away, keeling on the bed, his huge, rock-hard cock standing proudly to attention. Lying on her back before him, she spread her legs to fully reveal her dripping honey-pot. He took his member in hand and, leaning in, he rubbed his head up against her slit, the feeling sending shivers through both of them. Then he pushed forward, inch by ecstatic inch, until he was fully inside her, both of them moaning like crazy. She was so hot and tight, and he so excited, that he nearly came there and then, but managed to restrain himself.

Placing his hands either side of her head to support himself above her, Zidane began to thrust into her slowly. Garnet felt wonderful around his cock, the warm, wet pressure sending pleasure arching through his body. Beneath him, she writhed in ecstasy, softly moaning his name over and over; she looked divine to him, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of his lovemaking.

“Oh, that’s good! Oh!”

Zidane was immensely glad the bedroom door was nearly a foot thick; if Rusty could hear his queen moaning like that, he’d castrate the young thief in an instant.

Zidane’s pace had increased furiously, and he was now pounding into Garnet as hard and fast as he could. His arms lost the strength to support himself, and he fell into her embrace, his own hands snaking behind her back to pull her close, his tongue snaking into her mouth. He could feel the points of her nipples against his chest as he pushed himself into her. The touch of her nails raking across his back was incredible, filling his mind with white fire as both their worlds came only to contain the sense of each other, and the building pressure of their connection.

“Ahh! I… I’m gonna cum!” he moaned around the kiss.

“Ooh! Me to!” she gasped back.

The pressure in his testicles was all consuming in the face of his coming orgasm, and he thrusted frenziedly in to her. At that moment, her muscles clenched orgasmically around him, and that sent him over the edge, sending rope after rope of hot cum deep into her womb. It was more than she could take, and he felt the warm liquid force its way out between her lips and his dick, and felt a slow dribble down his testicles.

Panting heavily, he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, next to her. Garnet was also breathless.

“Oh boy… that was so good… I really needed that.” she muttered. Looking across, she saw that Zidane was still hard, his cum-splattered dick still standing proud. Putting a hand tenderly on his arm, she leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek, before whispering to him:

“You ready to go again?”

“You bet!” he chuckled. “How do you fancy it? Missionary again?”

“Hmm… I’ll let you choose.” she said after a moment, then added when she saw his grin, “but nothing too adventurous, okay?”

“Well, Doggy Style’s always fun. That okay?”

Without saying a word, Garnet smiled and kissed him, then got onto her hands and knees, facing away from Zidane. He got up behind her, and ran his hands over her smooth back, then round to her breasts. He could see the shiny evidence of his climax down her thighs, slowly dripping from her nether-lips; using his own seed for lubrication, he placed the head of his penis against her opening, and thrust fully into her in one quick movement. She cried out in pleasure, both from the feeling of him inside her, and the play of his deft, strong fingers around her breasts.

Zidane didn’t even start slowly. He thrust into her rapidly, time and time again, his testicles slapping wetly against her vulva. The feeling was phenomenal for both them; each was only aware of the other, and nothing else. His cock felt like it was on fire from the sheer passion of his lovemaking, and yet in the end his hands slipped from her breasts to hold her hips steady, all his attention turned to pounding into her as hard and as fast as possible.

He felt like his dick was going to explode; she was incredibly tight around him, his thick cock pushing her lips as far apart as they could go. Her body writhed under him, matching his own intense vibrations. He felt his balls tightening as his climax built, and with a last frenzied burst of energy he came, even more powerfully than before, her snatch filling with his seed.

After a moment he withdrew, a long strand of cum connecting their sexes as he pulled away. In one motion he put his arms tenderly around her, drawing her down onto the bed into a spooning position; one hand rested gently on top of her stomach while the other drew the covers over them.

“I love you.” whispered Zidane.

“I love you to.” Garnet whispered back.

There was no need to say anything else. There never was.

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In another world, Luneth and Refia were finally alone. Arc had gone to spend time with Prince Alus, and Ingus had returned to his Sara. In the meantime, Luneth and Refia were completely alone.

During their travels, there had been an… understanding. As they journeyed, they had felt their mutual attraction growing, but they had decided not to act on it, at least not until the safety of the world was ensured. But now the Cloud of Darkness had been dispelled, and there was only the two of them.

They had flown the airship around until they had found a town, and booked a room out at the Inn. The room was plain, but comfortable, and had a double bed.

Luneth had been hoping for this moment for a long time, but now that it was actually here, he was rather nervous. He hadn’t even considered that she might be nervous as well; Refia was always so assured and commanding. But the truth was that neither fifteen year old was experienced. They both sat on the bed next to each other, both blushing and unable to meet the other’s eye. It was Luneth who first spoke:

“Uh… we… we should probably… umm…”

“…Yes?” she said.

“Uh… you know… make out?” he suggested hesitantly.

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

They came together, their mouths and tongues meeting, a bit stiffly at first, but they both soon eased into it. Luneth felt her hands caressing his back, and let his own hands match hers. Without even being conscious of doing so, the silver-haired youth laid Refia down on the bed; lying on top of her, he relished the wonderful sensation of their first truly passionate kiss. They had kissed a few times, even made out on occasion, but there had been neither time nor privacy on their journey for anything more intimate.

After a few minutes that felt like a heavenly eternity, Luneth suddenly realised just how hard he was. His erection had formed a large tent in the front of his pants, and it was now pressing noticeably against Refia’s midriff – there was no way she hadn’t noticed. To his own surprise, he didn’t feel embarrassed anymore. Instead, he felt excited, which made him feel hornier, and he eagerly moved against her, rubbing his bulge against her body even as he kissed her. After a moment, she giggled.

“You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” she teased, looking deep into his eyes. “Come on, let’s get undressed.” Lightly pushing him off her, she sat up and pulled off her thigh length boots. Next, she undid the top of her blouse, and pulled it up and off, followed by her stockings. She had managed it all in a moment, and sat before him looking radiant in only her bra and panties. Her strawberry-blond hair, framing her brilliant eyes, fell on to her slender, sensual shoulders. Her small, but budding breasts, supported with pure white lace, seemed impossibly beautiful to him. His eyes followed the curves of her lithe figure, taking in her long, slender legs.

“Well? Are you going to sit there all night?” she asked playfully. “I’m not the only one who’s supposed to undress.”

“Uh… no.” he stammered. “Er… sorry…” He kicked off his boots, then pulled off his pullover and undershirt together, revealing a body toned by the trials of their long journey, which Refia eyed with satisfaction. It was only when he pulled down his pants that she let out a gasp, staring openly at the arousal that was stretching his linen boxer-shorts outwards, almost to breaking point.

“Oh my! Is that your...? It’s so big!” Luneth blushed and smiled at that. Refia, her eyes not leaving his crotch, reached behind and unhooked her bra, then cast it aside. Her rosy little nipples were already hardening in anticipation, and he felt his cock twitch hungrily at the sight of them.

“Can I… can I touch it?” she asked hesitantly. Luneth didn’t trust himself to answer, and just nodded. Gripping his boxers firmly, she tugged them down and off. His ten inch member was fully erect, twitching in time to his heartbeat. Carefully, she put a hand around his manhood, her fingers not quite meeting her thumb around his girth, and slowly pulled back his foreskin to reveal his crimson head. Luneth gritted his teeth, the simple pleasure of her long desired touch coursing through him. She gave him an experimental pump. Then another, and another, until she had a slow, steady rhythm going; the sensation was indescribably wonderful.

“Refia…” he moaned, “if you… keep that up… I’ll… come soon…” She instantly let go, jerking her hand away as if she’d burnt herself.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I just… got a bit carried away.”

“That’s fine.” he chuckled, suddenly feeling a lot more confidant. “So, shall we? Make love, I mean.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do – I want this, more than anything in the world.” She lay back on the bed, and he noticed her panties had gone; she must have removed them while she was stroking him. She spread her legs, and he looked upon her in her full, naked glory; the little patch of hair down there was a darker shade than her hair, almost red, and beneath it…

This was it. He was about to lose his virginity.

He took his dick in hand, and guided it to her opening, holding it so it just touched her skin.

“Like this?” he asked. She nodded.

He slowly pushed forward into her, and then suddenly he met resistance. He looked at her, silently asking for approval.

“Yes… do it quickly.” she said quietly, her breath quickening. He thrust hard, pushing his full length into her tight snatch in one go. She yelped, and tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. He put his arms around her and held her close.

“Are you okay?”

A felt a bit guilty, that he had caused her pain while he felt so much pleasure. And what a pleasure it was, even without movement, to feel the tight grip of her sex around his. It was the most incredible sensation he had ever felt, and he just knew it was going to get better.

“I’m fine,” she winced, “the pain is fading quickly.” She kissed him mischievously, her tongue darting into his mouth. “Let’s carry on.”

Luneth let her back down onto the bed, and slowly drew his manhood outward, relishing the feeling, then drove it inwards, eliciting a moan from Refia. He did it again, faster this time, and the feeling was even more intense. The moans and pants of his lover under him, and the sensuous feel of her body, were intoxicating, spurring him to thrust as hard and as quickly as he could.

He was getting breathless himself. The burning pleasure in his loins was all consuming, the need to feel her skin on his was insatiable. He lost all sense of control, lying on top of her, pounding unrestrainedly into her, his tongue delving into her mouth, the feel of his chest against hers, his hands roaming her body wildly. All the sensations were mounting, the pressure around his cock becoming unbearable.

“Refia… ugh… I’m gonna cum.” he moaned.

“Me to! Lets… ahh… do it together.”

With an animal cry, he thrust deeply into her, and fireworks seemed to explode in his mind as came, the beautiful creature underneath him arching as her orgasm racked her body, both of them becoming one in an instant of sheer bliss as their juices mixed.

He lay on top of her, panting heavily, his cock still lodged in her. After a moment, he rolled off her, and lay at her side, holding her close.

“That was amazing.” she said after a while.

“Yeah.” he replied. It had been, the greatest feeling of his life. Satisfaction flowed through his body, even though a niggling thought reminded him that he was still hard, and still horny. Nonetheless, he stared up at the sky, a broad smile on his face...

…Sky?

“Uhh… Refia? Where the hell are we?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, sitting up. “We’re… oh! What the..?” They were no longer in the inn, but were lying naked on the grass of a clearing surrounded by dense woodland, the warm sun shining overhead. Their clothing was strewn around them, much as it had been round their bed, and their weapons were there as well.

“Well, something odd has happened,” she rationalised, “but it doesn’t feel like we’ve been attacked or anything. It’s quite nice actually. But we’d better get dressed and try and find out where we are. For some reason, I feel like we need to head south.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “and that’s weird, isn’t it? I feel like we should go south as well. Still, there’s nothing for it, I suppose, except to do that. Only…”

“Only.. what?” she asked, wondering why he was hesitating.

“Well, I know we should go and all, but while we’re, you know, naked… we could… umm?”

Refia burst into laughter. “We’ve been teleported to God knows where, we have no idea what we’re doing here, we both have a compulsion to wander in the same random direction, and you want to fuck?”

“Well, why not? This place seems nice, the sun’s warm, you’re beautiful, and I’m rock hard. C’mon, let’s enjoy a little freedom while we have it. We might not get the opportunity for a while.”

He wasn’t joking either: the sight of her boyfriend sitting openly and unconcernedly on the grass, his burgeoning erection rising up, was affecting Refia, and she felt her objections melting away.

“Okay… but only for a little while. We mustn’t get too distracted.”

It was many pleasurable hours later that the two lovers, now much more acquainted with each other’s bodies, finally set off into the woods, hand in hand.

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Garnet woke up, the dawn light streaming through the open window. She was snuggled up against Zidane’s side, his arm protectively around her. She smiled to herself; she always woke up before he did. Her husband-to-be was normally a very light sleeper, a habit formed from years on the edge of the law, but he always slept deeply and peacefully after a night of sex.

She may have had a sheltered life, but she knew that Zidane was something special. Early on in their adventure, she had taken his constant flirting and perpetual horniness as either bravado or adolescent stupidity. But that had all changed with their first time. Her education had been thorough, and so, academically speaking, she’d known what to expect of a man. But Zidane had been a complete surprise to her, even as he had gently deflowered her. Not only was he very well endowed, but his sex drive was seemingly inexhaustible; he could keep going for hour after hour, climax after climax. It was also obvious that he was experienced, but she’d never asked and he’d never mentioned it; she didn’t want to know how many lovers he had had before her.

As if in answer to her musings, she looked down the length of the bed and smiled to herself again. Despite having sex several times through the night, Zidane’s huge morning glory was making a tent out of the sheets. It was the same every morning, without fail.

Slowly, she reached down and placed a hand on the material, gently gripping his member through it. He stirred in his sleep, but didn’t wake; she’d discovered, to her own amusement, that she could make him cum in his sleep, so long as she was gentle, and it had become something of a game. She gently massaged his penis through the material, feeling its heat and hardness grow under her ministrations. Zidane moaned slightly in his sleep; the feeling in his dick probably giving him very pleasant dreams.

Garnet’s strokes became harder, and she felt his cock throbbing through the sheet. Without his conscious mind to hold him back, his body acted purely on instinct. With a final pull, she felt him twitch violently, and he groaned orgasmically as a sudden, wet warmth spread through the material between her fingers.

Chuckling to herself, she cuddled up against him; he was still fast asleep, despite having cum. He was also, she noted with delight, still hard. She lay there for about half-an-hour, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against hers, until he slowly came to consciousness.

“Morning, Garnet.” he said, still slightly sleepily, kissing her on the forehead. “Mmm… I had such wonderful dreams last night. I always do lying next to you.”

He rolled over, and she felt his hard, cummy penis brush against her thigh. He kissed her again, this time on the mouth.

“Let’s make love.” he suggested, at which she suddenly burst into giggles. “Hey, what’s that for?”

“Nothing!” she replied, still laughing, “It’s just that that is so like you!”

“Yeah? I’ll show you what I’m like!” he shot back, grinning devilishly. He rolled on top of her, his hardness sandwiched between them, and kissed her yet again. She spread her legs invitingly, and he prepared to thrust into her.

At that instant, there was a knock on the door, and they both froze.

“Quick, hide!” whispered Garnet, “I’ll deal with your clothes, just get out of sight!”

Zidane, acting on instinct, jumped off the bed and leaped through the window, and twisting in mid-air, grabbed onto the window-ledge. No one ever expected someone to hide dangling over a two hundred foot drop, and his fingers were only visible to someone standing right at the window.

“Just a minute!” he heard Garnet shout, “I’m not dressed!”

It was only then that Zidane realised he was utterly naked. Somehow, that was worse: hanging by your fingertips over a two hundred foot drop wasn’t too bad, but hanging by your fingertips over a two hundred foot drop while stark bollock-naked was really embarrassing.

“Good morning, your majesty!” That was Beatrix. On reflection, he was probably safer hanging naked over a two hundred foot drop than being found naked in the queen’s bedroom.

“What is it, Beatrix?” he heard Garnet ask.

“Well, I thought I should let you know that the Burmecian ambassador has arrived, as has a trade deputation from Treno. They’re currently in the main hall, arguing over who has first right to speak to you.”

“Oh dear,” Garnet sighed, “well, I can’t meet either of them in my nightie. I’ve got to have a shower first, and that’s final. Tell the ambassador that I shall have breakfast with him shortly, and ask Doctor Tot to look after the deputy – if it’s the same man they sent last time, they’re old friends, and I’ll have tea with both of them after I’ve dealt with Burmecia.

“Come on, come on.” Zidane muttered quietly. It wasn’t that his fingers were getting tired or anything; he could hang there for hours if necessary. But he was getting worried; all it would take was for one servant somewhere in the outbuildings to look up, and see him dangling naked from the Queen’s window-ledge, to ruin everything. For a start, Beatrix would put him in hospital.

“Very well, your majesty. I’ll pass that on.”

Zidane didn’t move. He wasn’t going to move until he was certain the knight had left the room.

“It’s okay, Zidane. You can come back in now.” Garnet called softly.

Zidane pulled himself up, and sprang lightly into the room. As soon as they caught each other’s eyes, they both burst out laughing.

“When I said hide, I meant under the bed or in the wardrobe,” she laughed, “I didn’t expect you to fling yourself out the window!”

“Well, it just sort of happened. I’ve hidden like that before,” he replied, grinning, “though usually with more clothes.”

“Well, I guess you weren’t seen. If you had been, Steiner would have been battering the door down by now.”

“Yeah, I was worried about that,” he conceded, “but I guess I’d better be going out that way anyway – we’ve left it later than usual. See you tonight?”

Garnet couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. She’d clothed herself in her shift for Beatrix’s sake, but Zidane was standing in front of her unabashedly. The cool morning breeze had softened him, but the memory of their interrupted lovemaking was still in her mind.

“You know,” she said after a moment, “you could join me in the shower, if you wanted to?”

He walked up to her, and took her hand.

“Come on then.” he smiled. “Let’s get you out of that nightie.”

She pulled it off, and stood as naked as he. He hugged her close; not in a sexual way, but just the sort of a loving cuddle a guy gives the woman he is completely in love with and utterly comfortable around. Her heart soared within her as she hugged him back.

Taking his hand this time, she lead him into the bathroom. The plumbing had been designed by Regent Cid, as an offshoot of his work on steam-power. Fires deep within the castle heated the water and pumped it up to the royal chambers, were it was cooled to a safe temperature, and released through a brass vent on the ceiling above a large, but shallow marble basin. The basin nestled in the corner of the bathroom, in a corner of the marble walls.

Garnet went and stood in the basin, and operated the mechanism that sent a pleasant stream of warm water pouring over her, while Zidane stood by the mirror, and fiddled with the ribbon that held his ponytail together. After a moment, he got it free, and his long hair spilled out down past his shoulders. Then he turned, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Garnet.

She was standing beneath the shower, her eyes closed in bliss, her long dark hair gleaming wetly. The rivulets of water ran down her body, finding their way round the contours of her figure, trickling over her breasts and between her legs. The scene was incredibly erotic, and Zidane’s manhood hardened instantly, rising up in hot anticipation.

He strode forward, into the shower’s warm stream. Without saying a word, he pulled her to him, and kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She fought back, and their tongues slipped wetly over one another, struggling. While his right hand cradled the back of her head, his left went to her breast, and he began to vigorously fondle her, cupping her mound and toying with her rigid nipple. He forcefully pushed forward, sandwiching his dick between them, and rubbing it against her stomach.

She wasn’t going to let him have it all his own way; she deliberately rubbed back, stimulating his penis to incredible levels, even as waves of pleasure coursed through her from the stimulation he was giving her bosom. Eventually, she broke the kiss.

“Take me!” was all she could moan. Zidane wasted no time. In one motion, he put his hands beneath her thighs, lifted her up, and impaled her on his hard cock. Pressing her up against the marble wall, the water pouring over them both, be started thrusting into her. He kissed her again, forcing his tongue in even as he fucked her with all the strength he could muster. Maybe it was because of the heat of the water, or the kinkiness of making love in a new place, but they were both massively turned on. His hands were still supporting her weight, and she folded her legs behind his back, pulling herself on to him in time with his rhythm. Her hands snaked to the back of his head, pulling him into the kiss.

Zidane was barely aware of anything anymore, except for the thunder of the water and the desperate desire of the woman he was inside. With each thrust, he could feel her orgasm building, and his own desire for release mounting. He kept pounding into her like a wild thing, her hot, tight sheath sending orgasmic pleasures racing through him, until with a sudden, violent thrust, she screamed his name as her orgasm hit her, and he came explosively within her.

Minutes seemed to pass until, panting, he set her down, and withdrew. Some of his seed came with him, and dripped from her snatch into the water below. Zidane’s legs were a little shaky from the force of his orgasm, and he shook his head in the water to clear his mind. It was then that he noticed that the water was cooler than it had been, and was more forceful. Also, the material beneath his feet didn’t feel much like marble. Wiping the water from his eyes, he looked around in amazement. They were standing in the pool of a small waterfall, from which a river ran across open fields, the dawning sun turning them a fiery gold. For some reason, their clothes were lying in a pile by the poolside.

“Uuh, Garnet?” he said, “We’re not in the castle anymore. In fact, I don’t think we’re even in our world anymore, though I’m not sure why I think that.”

“Right, well, I guess we’d better go and find out what this place is and why we are here.” she replied. He looked at her in shock.

“You’re taking this well! What about the castle, and the wedding and everything?”

“Well,” she said, smiling, “we don’t have to worry. It’s just the two of us, having an adventure – no ambassadors, no deputations, no over-protective friends to keep us apart! There’ll be time for that when we get back. But for now, let’s have some fun.”

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It is a story oft repeated, through many worlds and many times. Heroes, strong in their conviction and brave in their deeds, snatched mysteriously from their hard-earned safety and respite. Soon the light will meet the darkness, and all that is, was and will be shall come under threat. For the forces of Chaos are marshalling, and they shall bring the battle forth…

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Authorial Commentary:

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it!

First things first: PLEASE REVIEW – be it praise or constructive criticism, it really encourages me to write more, and makes me feel really, really happy!

So, what to expect from this fanfic? Well, it will document the various sexual encounters of the Final Fantasy cast as they fight the minions of Chaos. I’ve made some changes to the roster: as you can see, Onion Knight has been replaced with Luneth (I couldn’t write smut involving someone called ‘Onion Knight’ with a straight face), and I’ve expanded the cast little to include more women. If I hadn’t, poor Terra would have been very, very sore by the end of everything.

This has been a long chapter, but I wanted to juxtapose the two couples: one being utterly comfortable and experienced, the others only just starting to explore each other. As for future chapters, expect lots of consensual sex (I’m really not into rape or anything grisly): plenty of pairings, lots of group sex, unusual positions, and the like. For the most part, it’s going to be heterosexual – as a bisexual guy, I enjoy yaoi, but frankly there’s far too much of it on here, so straight stuff makes a nice change. I may add some yaoi later, but I’ve not decided either way.

Next chapter will be up when I get round to writing it – no promises as to when that will be, but I’ll try and get it done fairly quickly. I’ve got the next few chapters planned, but if you want to suggest ideas for future chapters, then by all means do so – I make no promises, but if I like the idea I may incorporate it later on!

Coming up next time: Cast members of FF2 and FF7 meet, and saucy fun ensues!