Something Different

A.N. Warning! Very descriptive sex and mature content.

Something Different

Returning to the imitation of her castle, the sorceress of time greatly anticipated what enjoyment the coming night held for her. Her daily duties, as a warrior of Chaos, completed, she began her preparations.

With a wave of her talon-tipped hand, the chandeliers and candelabras, decorating her Gothic, Victorian palace, came to life, and after another motion, wine was poured and her battle-tattered, crimson dress became a long, dark and shimmering, silk robe, hiding a lacy surprise for her expected lover. Tonight, their secret, erotic activities would take place in her lair.

Sensing a familiar dark energy, her ruby lips stretched into a smile. Turning, her gold eyes, glowing in the firelight, found the proud and regal form of the Emperor.

"Were you followed?" Ultimecia inquired, simply. If the other warriors of discord new about any of their covert rendezvous, their reputations would definitely be at stake.

"No one yet suspects anything, though I still do not see the need for such paranoia," the gold tyrant responded, approaching the witch before coiling an arm around her waste and pulling her, roughly, against his body.

"What's it to them, if we are fucking each other?" he questioned before meeting her lips, in a hungry and passionate kiss. Gasping at his forwardness, a blush formed on Ultimecia's tattooed features, and her body began to feel warm.

Guiding her toward a nearby chaise lounge, his gloved grasp attempted to undo her robe, before she quickly broke from his mouth and captured his hands. The witch met his puzzled and somewhat annoyed violet eyes. His countenance was definitely one that demanded an explanation as to why he was being interrupted.

"Not yet. I want to try something different, tonight," the sorceress revealed as he perked a blond brow at the statement.

"Different? What did you have in mind?" the Emperor inquired, curiously, as Ultimecia smiled in malicious excitement.

…

Laying atop the time witch's bed, with his back against the headboard, the ruthless autocrat was now bereft of his gold armor and dressed, simply, in the skin-tight black and purple clothing, that lay beneath. With a half-drained glass of burgundy-colored wine, in one long-nailed hand, he skimmed through her latest selection of erotic, reading material. The pile included such titles as Sixty-Nine Hues of Kinky, Chaos' Guide to Bondage,and Femdom 101.

"You want to do this...to me?" he eventually questioned to Ultimecia, who was laying, pressed up, against his side, with a tattooed leg thrown over one of his. She knew he was going to need a little convincing, especially when she noticed the look of apprehension, cloaking his expression, as he turned the book sideways and then upside-down, to better examine a graphic illustration of a woman dominating a male.

"This will be good for both of us, my love, and I promise you, it is far more pleasurable than it appears," the witch coaxed before kissing his neck and allowing her hand to suggestively rub his thigh. Moving her wet, oral caresses up to his ear, he imbued the remainder of his wine, before summoning the distant bottle, with psychokinesis, to his hand. He was going to have to be somewhat drunk for this.

Reaching between his legs, Ultimecia suddenly groped him. The action drew a soft groan, from his painted lips, and draping an arm around her backside, he turned his head and captured her wanting mouth.

The sorceress could tell he was seriously considering consenting to her desires, and she felt her body grow hot with anticipation. Breaking the kiss, the tyrant met her gold gaze, with heavy lids, before she suddenly climbed onto his lap. Shedding her ebony robe, she revealed the lacy lingerie, vermillion in shade, clinging to her well-shaped, tattoo-laden body.

The sorceress was completely aware that what she had planned would be totally against his inherent nature, but she was also certain they could both obtain pleasure from this, if they truly tried, and Ultimecia had been fired-up for weeks, now.

"Well then, shall we?" she questioned while leaning forward and encircling her arms around his shoulders, before kissing his lips, again.

...

Straddling his torso, Ultimecia securely bound the Emperor's wrists to the headboard of her bed, and his ankles were restrained to the footboard. Left completely naked and vulnerable, his form resembled that of a crucifix.

Tugging on the bonds, to test their strength, the witch poured some of her own magical power into them, for reinforcement. Couldn't have a little jolt or two setting him free.

After she finished the tedious task of tying the despot up, she allowed her long, lethal nails to skim down the undersides of his arms to his ribs, inciting a chill to coarse through his being. Her excitement was rapidly growing, as she thought of all the perverse things she planned on doing to him.

"Is the blindfold necessary?" the tyrant inquired, watching her retrieve a long, silken sash.

"Pleasure is heightened, when you cannot see what I am doing," the witch responded while covering his amethyst eyes, with the velvet cloth, and knotting it behind his head.

Planting a chaste kiss on his lips, she rose from the bed and paced around it, eying the captive tyrant, like a predator ogling a raw piece of meat. The pale, flawless flesh of his lithe, muscular body reflected the warm hue of the candlelight, as his chest rose and fell, calmly. She could kill him, in this moment, if she so desired, but the time sorceress knew, all-to-well, how his mind worked. Even now, he probably felt in complete control of the situation, but that was what she found so attractive about him. Such confidence and intelligence, but she knew what would normally be positive traits in one, would ultimately become fatal, in a man such as he.

Smirking, she climbed onto the bed, once more, straddling his body, as she crawled atop of him. She allowed the tip of her nose to dissect him, from the base of his navel up to the top of his sternum, as she ascended, before finally coming nose to nose with him.

"Now, you are at my mercy," she purred, lowly, kissing his throat, before abandoning him, once more, for a nearby candelabra. Plucking one of the lit sticks from its hold, her gold eyes sparkled in the glow of its flame. Returning to the despot, she knelt on the bed, aside his supine form.

Tilting the candle over his body, several droplets of hot wax fell onto the center of his chest, forcing a shocked gasp from his lips and causing him to pull, harshly, against his bonds, as his entire body arched upward.

"I-Is that supposed to be pleasurable?" the blinded Emperor quickly questioned, in agitation, as Ultimecia smirked and continued her assault.

In no time at all, his breathing steadily became labored, and grunts and moans stole passed his lips, as the time witch drizzled more hot wax onto his torso and abdomen, filling in the small pit of his bellybutton and coating the erogenous zones of his nipples. With every drop spilled, Ultimecia felt herself becoming increasingly aroused, and she soon realized she was not alone. Pausing her waxy bombardment, she took note of the Emperor's growing erection.

"My, my...it appears I am not the only one enjoying this," she commented, holding the candle above his bare privates, before allowing a generous amount of drops to fall onto the hardening organ, like a molten rain. A guttural cry broke from his throat, in response, as his knees attempted to draw up, in an effort to shield himself, but the tethers binding his ankles made the desperate endeavor futile.

Finally setting the candle down, the sorceress set to work on peeling away the dried wax from his skin, before allowing her mouth and tongue to soothe the reddened flesh beneath.

"I think it's time we changed positions," Ultimecia suddenly announced before retrieving a jeweled dagger from atop her nightstand and severing the ties, binding the tyrant's feet.

"Now, be a good boy and lift your legs," the witch demanded, with an expectant expression, while placing the hand, holding the blade, upon her scantily clad hip. Silent for a moment, the tyrant grew suspicious of the woman's plans for him.

"W-Why?" the blinded Emperor questioned, still a bit breathless from their previous activity, but without warning, the sorceress grabbed one of his ankles and began to guide his leg up, above his head, until she bound it, once more, this time to the headboard, next to his restrained wrist.

"Because I want to explore you, a little more," she finally responded, while sinking back down his body and kissing the inside of his thigh, before taking his other leg in her grasp.

"I hope you're flexible," Ultimecia commented before pushing it back and binding it aside his other wrist.

With sight still obstructed by the blindfold, the Emperor felt completely exposed by the awkward position. There was no telling what she intended to do to him, in such a state, though he could not deny the building anticipation he was beginning to feel, by being left to merely speculate.

Abandoning the bed, again, Ultimecia went to rummage through her nearby chest of 'personal toys' before finally finding what she was looking for. The sought-after object was a long, black whip, that splintered off into many different ends, like a cat o' nine tails.

Burning with excitement, she took the end of the velvety flog in her hand, while standing over his vulnerable body. Lifting the whip above her head, she brought it down upon his waiting flesh. More pleasurable than the candle wax, it sent a tingling wave throughout his entire body, as the sorceress struck him, over and over again, on the backs of the legs, torso, abdomen, and his groin. Robbed of his vision, the Emperor's nerves felt like sensitive, pulsing sparks.

Beads of sweat began to appear upon the tyrant's body, running down his heated skin, like small rivers, as the time witch finally finished assailing his physique with the flog. By now, Ultimecia felt as if her ovaries were about to burst. Since her entire focus, up to this point, had been on sexually tormenting the Emperor, she had not managed to obtain any direct pleasure or relief for herself, and she was beginning to feel a little desperate.

Discarding the whip, carelessly, onto the floor, she crawled back onto the bed and slithered up her victim's heaving body, rubbing her flushed breasts against him, as she kissed up his chest. Balancing herself upon the headboard, he was bound to, she sat atop his torso, before carefully planting her knees into the pillow, beneath him, and moving to straddle his head.

Smelling the familiar scent of her arousal as well as feeling the intense heat so near to his face, he inwardly laughed at her childlike desperation to satiate her overwhelming urge for carnal relief, as she waited, expectantly, for him to please her. Pressing himself up against her, he began to lap at the already damp crotch of her lingerie, at a tortuously slow pace, while expertly tracing every contour of her sex, that was engorged through the fabric.

Softly moaning, Ultimecia tightly gripped the ornate headboard with one hand and gently caressed her breast with the other, as she slowly rocked, in sync with his tongue. Growing increasingly wet, she, finally, had her fill of his light play.

"Enough teasing...," the sorceress suddenly declared, in a breathless tone, before lifting up from his head and pulling her drenched panties aside. Reversing her position, to where her hands grabbed his chest for support, she sat back down, rather harshly, onto his waiting mouth, causing a groan to erupt from between his smothered lips.

Rolling one of his nipples between her talon-tipped fingers, she cried out in pleasure, as his tongue wormed itself into her warm, slippery cavern. Roughly and without remorse, she began to ride his face, in a selfish expedition for her own release. Grinding herself so harshly, she was sure she was suffocating him, she felt on the verge of exploding, as the slick and wiggly appendage, beneath her, deeply caressed and prodded the clenching walls of her open flower.

Finally, the violent spasm of her orgasm crashed through her, in powerful waves, causing her to cry out and dig her deadly nails, into her helpless lover's chest, drawing fresh blood, as she blissfully convulsed. The juice of her release ran down his chin to the expanse of his throat, as she rode out the fading euphoria.

Lifting herself off from his head, the sorceress laid herself beside him, resting her cheek against his shoulder, as they both breathed, heavily.

"You...gouged...me," he eventually informed, struggling to catch his breath, as Ultimecia leaned forward and began to gently lap up the blood, oozing from the tender wounds. Hissing in pain, the despot pressed his back further into the mattress, in an attempt to withdraw from her.

Climbing back onto his body, she hovered her lips above his own.

"I'll make it up to you, my love," the witch assured before claiming his mouth. She could still taste the bittersweet flavor of her orgasm, lingering on his lips and tongue, as she skimmed her hand down his sweat-covered body. The autocrat breath hitched, as she firmly grabbed his erection. Kissing his ear, she reveled in the sound of his moans and heavy breathing, as she stroked the engorged organ.

"I've neglected this part of you, for far too long, haven't I?" Ultimecia commented while making her way down his body, between his raised and tethered legs. Caressing the outside of his hips and thighs, she took in the erotic sight of his painfully swelled penis and taut testicles.

Brushing her lips up his hard shaft, she kissed the tip of the head, before running her tongue over the leaking slit and taking him, fully, into her mouth and throat. Holding onto the base of the shaft with one hand, she groped his scrotum with the other, while hollowing her cheeks, as she ravenously sucked his length. Clenching and unclenching his bound hands, the despot threw his head back and breathed deeply, as she pleasured him.

After a while, she replaced the wet and hot cavern, engulfing his tool, with her hand, and vigorously stroked him, as her mouth moved to teasingly lick and suck his testicles. Gold eyes catching sight of their next target, she lubricated one of her fingers, against her tongue, before bringing it to gently rub the puckered ring of his back entrance, resulting in a slight, surprised flinch accompanied by a grunt. Suddenly, a low chuckle reached her ears.

"I had no idea you were such a slut," the Emperor commented as Ultimecia looked up to notice he had an amused smirk painting his still-blindfolded face.

"Oh please, don't pretend you are any different. You're enjoying this, just as much as I am," the witch retorted before replacing the pad of her finger with the tip of her tongue, drawing a moan from his lips, as she massaged his length, while simultaneously giving him a rim-job.

Wetting her index finger, once more, with saliva, she began to prod the lubricated ring of muscles, before easing the tip of the slender digit inside. Incredibly hot and tight, she licked his scrotum and penis, as she fingered him. Slowly, she worked her way in deeper, stretching the narrow cavity, until he suddenly jolted and cried out, when she touched something incredibly sensitive.

"Oh my, it seems I found it," Ultimecia stated, with a wicked smile, before continuing to thrust her finger, adding another, when he became loose enough.

Taking him in her mouth, again, she bobbed her head, up and down, in a twisting motion, while tasting the sweet milk that flowed out of him, as she continued to massage his prostate. Feeling that his time was drawing near, the Emperor clenched his teeth and groaned, as his entire body became tense.

"I'm...coming...," the tyrant gasped, breathlessly, while feeling the incoming rush of his release, but before any completion could be obtained, the sorceress suddenly abandoned the throbbing edifice of his arousal.

"Not yet," Ultimecia cruelly spoke while taking a thin but sturdy string and tying it, painfully tight, around the base of his shaft. Wincing in discomfort, his male parts became reddened and far more swollen.

"You are a heartless woman...," the Emperor commented, laughing, evilly, before the witch chuckled, too, in response.

"Isn't that what you like about me?" she inquired while sliding the crimson lingerie down and off of her body.

The sorceress knew what she wanted next, and she was also prepared that he would probably fight her, on this one. Closing her gold eyes, she began to chant a spell. After the mantra was spoken, she immediately felt the sensation of something growing and swelling, between her legs. Gasping at the unexpected intensity of the feeling, she fell back onto a nearby piece of furniture. Clutching the silken cushion, beneath her, she spread her legs and groaned, as a large and erect penis emerged from her womanhood.

Staring in amazement at the engorged organ, she twitched with pleasure, as she ran her fingers over the protruding veins, running, like bluish-purple vines, along the shaft. Standing, once more, she returned to the waiting and oblivious emperor, still in sexual agony, from his denied orgasm.

Kneeling on the bed, she hungrily caressed his raised legs, still bound to the headboard, by the ankles, before her feather-like touch moved much lower, to the outside of his rear.

"Can I, at least, watch this time?" the Emperor eventually questioned as Ultimecia smiled at the idea. He had no idea what she was about to do.

"Very well, I suppose I'll let you," she responded before leaning forward and pulling off the sash from his eyes.

Blinking away the darkness, the despot's violet gaze widened, considerably, when it caught sight of the new and intimidatingly large addition to the sorceress' body. For a moment, the bound man gaped, speechlessly, before finally finding his voice, once more.

"What the hell do you think you are going to do with that?" the Emperor inquired, surprisingly calm, but with a deadly undertone, that let her know, she was about to trespass a few boundaries. Ultimecia could not have cared less. She was determined that she was going to have what she wanted.

Feeling the sticky warmth of precum, beneath her fingers, she slapped the magicked tool against his previously loosened anus, making her intentions clear. Narrowing his amethyst eyes, he perked a brow, as he intensely glared at the witch.

"Do you really think I am incapable of breaking out of these pathetic bonds? I am stronger than you, Ultimecia. You're smart enough to realize that," the despot warned as she suddenly rubbed her long shaft against his, inciting a moan from his lips.

"Perhaps, but yet you remain, waiting to see what I am going to do. You control everything around you with such strict precision. You need someone to dominate you like this. It would make a good balance, don't you think?" the time sorceress purred while climbing up his bound body, rubbing her naked breasts against him, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Retrieving the knife from the bedside table, once more, she severed the ties, binding his wrists and ankles, before breaking from his mouth.

"Leave if you wish," Ultimecia stated as the freed autocrat lowered his legs and rubbed his sore wrists before grasping the witch's chin and redirecting her lips to his. Smiling, triumphantly, at his silent consent, she rose up and lifted one of his legs, to rest against her shoulder.

Licking her lips, hungrily, the sorceress moaned, as she rubbed her lubricated shaft in between his cheeks, before positioning herself at the anal opening.

"Slowly...," he warned before his breath suddenly hitched, and he grabbed a hold of her thigh, as she carefully eased in the head. Unable to tear his gaze away, he watched, with parted lips, as the rest of the shaft followed, filling and stretching him, beyond capacity. Ultimecia was on cloud nine, as she sheathed herself in to the hilt.

"I-It feels...so good...so tight," she groaned. Breathing hard, the Emperor winced and grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she commenced a slow pace. Taking his still tied-off erection in her hand, she masturbated him, while continuing to thrust, reaching deeper and deeper inside of him.

"Is...that all...you've got?" the Emperor questioned, seductively, as Ultimecia smirked, giving him an extra-hard thrust, before increasing her pace.

…

"He's going to feel that, in the morning," Garland commented while reaching for the popcorn, before one of the Cloud of Darkness' tentacles smacked his hand away.

"You've got a point. She's more well-endowed than X-Death," Kuja commented, hovering over the group of Chaos warriors, gathered around the monitor.

"My wife came at me with the strap-on, once. That's why I got swallowed by Sin and high-tailed it to Spira. Once a woman gets that idea in her head, there's no stopping her," Jecht stated, shivering at the memory.

"Good heavens...," Golbez added as Kefka laughed hysterically while tossing the remote, up and down, in his grasp.

"How did you sneak the camera into their chambers?" Gabranth inquired, watching the spectacle with a disturbed expression.

"I have my methods," Kefka responded before glancing at a vacant-eyed Terra, crouched at his feet.

"Turn your head, sweet-cakes," the harlequin stated before placing his hand atop her green hair and turning her face the other direction.

"You've got to send this to the Cosmos warriors," Kuja interjected with sadistic amusement.

"Already done," Sephiroth responded, flipping his cellphone closed.

...End?