The Unfading Rose of Alexandria

This story takes place about a year or so after the final showdown at the Iifa Tree. Alexandria has been peaceful since Necron, and Garland's defeat. Kuja had returned to the kingdom, a changed man. Still obssesive over things of beauty, and he could find only one woman in the entirety of Alexandria and the neighboring regions whose beauty could compete with that of his 'canary'. The legendary female general, Beatrix. In this continuity, they've been in a secret relationship for some time, and at the point of time this story takes place, Steiner has just discovered Bea's secret. Old habits die hard it seems, and Rusty has just not been able to get over the fact that Kuja has changed. In a fit of rage, he attacks her, calling her a traitor. Beatrix manages to fend him off, though he has given her a black eye, and several cuts down her arms, scratches and bruises on her body. This is where our story begins.

 

It was dark in the room of the castle that belonged to the General. Beatrix sat alone on her bed, her eye patch sitting next to her, crumpled from clutching it so tightly after Steiner's attack on her. She was shaking, and tears streamed down her face. 'Why?' She thought, 'Why would he do such a thing to me?' The General had thought Steiner was over his predjudices after traveling with Zidane and the party to save their world.



As if on cue, a soft, slightly lilting voice came out of the shadows. "My unfading rose....what troubles you?"  She hadn't even heard him approach through the roar of her thoughts and the rush of blood still ringing in her ears. Beatrix lit a candle or two on her bedside, illuminating her face, and revealing a shock of white hair and purple clothing as Kuja sat down next to her, a hand reaching to cup her downcast chin, and tilt it towards him. Her tangled mess of chestnut colored hair covered her good eye, which was blacked, hiding it from his view. Her other eye, blind since birth gave him that ever blank stare. Kuja saw the tears staining her face, and a frown creased his feminine features. "What has happened to you, my beloved rose?" He asked, concern filtering into his voice.



Beatrix tried to pull away from him, she didn't want him to see the wounds that now littered her body. He didn't relent. The hand cupping her cheek brushed her hair away from her eye, and she heard the gasp come from the Genome.  Hands grasped her arms, pulling them into the candle light, revealing bloodstained cut after cut. "Who has done this?" Kuja demanded, voice suddenly harsh, eyes wide and angry as they fell on her torn stockings, seeing the dark bruises on her thighs beneath the ripped material. "Tell me his name." He snarled, "Tell me Beatrix!" The last words were a command, and she trembled, falling against him.



"Steiner, he..he found us out my beloved Genome." She stammered, voice faltering, breath hitching in her throat. Kuja got up, and moved to light the rest of the candles that were on the walls of her room. Beatrix cringed as her entire disheveled form was brought into the light. Her feet were bare, save for her stockings, corset half unlaced, and it was clear Steiner had crushed some of the boning into her sides. Kuja slipped back to her side, examining her wounds. "I shall have his life for this grave mistake." He growled, already getting back to his feet, and it appeared he was preparing to find the Captain of the Knights of Pluto.



"Please..." came the trembling reply from the bed, "Don't go...don't leave me..." The proud, fierce Beatrix was begging him to stay, fearful that Steiner might return to finish his work on her. Kuja's expression softened, seeing the look in his beloved rose's eyes, and he returned to her side, reaching a hand out to possesively grab one of hers. "Hold me..please?" Her voice was almost childlike in the request. The Genome slipped behind her on the bed, tugging her into his arms, tail wrapping around her waist. They would stay like that for quite some time, sitting in silence, her breathing raspy, shallow.



After awhile, Beatrix shifted her position, turning to look at him, shaking hand reaching out to caress his cheek lovingly. "Thank you." She whispered, finally calming down. She gave a trembling smile, and Kuja leaned up, pressing his soft lips to hers, and she returned the kiss in kind, even through a wince, as they pressed against the cut that had been left there. Both of her hands rested on his shoulders, holding her balance. His in turn pushed into her hair a moment or two, before making their way down to finish the task of unlacing her ruined corset. As the broken boning pulled away from her ribs and sides, the general pulled back from him, lips parted and a cry of both pain and relief escaping her throat. Angry bruises lined her pale skin where the whale boning had dug into her. Kuja gently laid her on her back, and kissed down her neck, raining gently upon her collarbone. Down his lips moved, over both fleshy globes, passing his tongue over her nipples along the way, causing her to lightly squirm in his grasp. The Genome lingered there for a good few minutes, focused on pleasuring her. His hands roamed downwards, pulling her torn stockings, and her lacy underthings away from her body, wanting to rid her of the things that would remind her of the evening. "Does that feel better, my beloved?" Kuja murmured against her flesh, lips passing over a bruise, feather light.



Her only response was a soft moan through parted lips, nodding as both eyes fell shut. A mischievous smile lit his face, and strong hands lifted her up onto the pillows she rested on. The silver haired man then continued his assault of kisses down her stomach, grin growing wider with each squirm they brought from her. Finally, after an agonizingly slow trail down, his lips found the apex of her thighs, squeezed tightly together in an attempt to sate the dull aching that had begun building up. Those forceful hands that had lifted her pried her legs apart, and he pushed his head between her thighs, gently nipping at each of them in turn, relishing in the soft bucking of her hips. His eyes, ice blue, and glazed over with lust locked onto her face for a moment, then back down to her sex, already damp with her fluids. "I'm going to enjoy you, my rose." He purred, bringing his lips to her slit. Beatrix bit her lip, wincing in pain, and moaning in pleasure at the same time, as he chose that moment to dart his tongue out, washing over her tender little nub, which was quickly growing swollen, and aching with need. It brought another buck of her hips, pressing her twat against his chin. Fabric rustled, her hands were gripping the sheets beside her legs tightly. "So...good.." she murmured, breathing getting heavier. Kuja increased his pace, slipping a hand between her thighs, slender fingers stroking her nether lips for a few moments, before plunging two of them into her depths, bringing forth a loud cry from Beatrix. She was tight, walls gripping the invading digits with fervor. He started pumping his fingers into her slowly at first, then faster, intent on bringing her to at least one climax before taking her. The Rose of May was pent up from many a battle, so it didn't take him long to have her convulsing in orgasmic bliss.



Kuja pulled himself from betwixt her slim legs with a smilem licking his lips, "Better my love?" he breathed, cheeks stained with her juices. Beatrix could only answer with a nod, legs twitching. He got to his knees on the bed, and began disrobing, the purple and white garments falling to the bed with a whisper. The general managed to regain her composure long enough to shift her own position to move in front of him, face inches from his loins just as his undergarments were removed. She licked her own lips, and locked her eyes to him, the one good eye staring at him, "Your turn, my sweet genome" And with that her mouth was on him, tongue darting out to lap the sticky, clear precum that had dribbled down his member onto it. Lips formed a seal around the head of his cock, swirling that muscle around it. She pushed herself down, getting about a quarter of the way down, before pulling back up, forward again, halfway now. Her tongue dragged slowly, teasingly back up his shaft, teasing the thick vein that pulsed along the underside. Back down, three quarters in. She kept going, repeating her actions, until she had him hilted in her throat, nose touching his toned abdomen. Her eyes never left his. A moan escaped the Genome, as her rhythm steaily built up, tongue lashing over that flesh covered steel she buried in her throat, taking him all the way in with every stroke down, pulling back to just the tip in her mouth on every stroke up. "Bea..trix..", he stammered, "My beloved...please..." He quietly begged her, pulling her head back and holding it in place. His eyes focused on hers, the look in them clearly telling her what he wanted.



The dominant streak in Kuja was emerging now, and with a growl, he grabbed her waist, though still wary of the bruises lining her skin. The Genome positioned her how he wanted her, chest mashed into the silk sheets below them, legs spread wide, curvy rump in the air. Normally he would begin this with a heavy hand across her bared rear, but she had taken enough pain for the day. One hand gripped the base of his member, rubbing the head against her slick folds, slipping it down to tease her still sensitive clit. It brought forth a gasp, and a low, deep-set moan from Beatrix. "Tease..." she whimpered, enraging the dominance from him. A hand tangled into her hair, gently pulling her head up, forcing her to part her lips in pleasure. "You're mine tonight, and forever pet." He growled, and shoved himself in, burying himself completely within her in one stroke. Kuja's tail lashed back and forth and his body shivered. It had been a long time and he'd forgotten just how good her silken cunt felt wrapped around his organ. "Yesssssss..." he hissed, and with a loud grunt, began pumping his hips hard, crashing against her. He knew she had gotten hers and now it was his turn. His fingers held tight to her hair, and the squeals began, turning into shrieking moans, that echoed through the room. His own loud moans coupled with hers, and he already knew it wouldn't take him long to reach climax within her confines. Kuja pumped his shaft into her for a good ten minutes, before pulling out, stroking himself softly, working her juices over his cock. Beatrix whimpered again, a cry signifying she was disappointed in his stopping without a finish.



"Oh I am not finished, my unfading rose." A slightly sadistic grin spread across his face, and the head of his cock pushed against her tight rear pucker. "I want this." He purred, and slickened with her own juices, shoved himself into her ass without another warning. Beatrix screamed, and shoved a hand between her thighs. Her fingers rubbed at her clit hard, and her lover responded in kind, his tail snaking around to shove into her, the fur causing a new, pleasurable sensation. 'She looks so lovely with her asshole split like that.', Kuja thought, slamming into her over and over. With the increased friction, the general sank into the throes of another, powerful orgasm, and with every convulsuion of her body, it sent Kuja over the edge, balls tightening, and his warm seed beginning to pulse into her. With a loud roaring moan, he pulled out, jerking himself as the rest of the thick white liquid spurting onto her rear and lower back in jets.



A few minutes of this and Beatrix collapsed onto the bed, arm trapped under her, twitching like mad, and Kuja fell onto the sheets beside her, spent, pulling her into his arms once more to drift off to blissful, much needed sleep.