DISCLAIMER: Do not read this story if you are not interested in reading about female/female or female solitary sexual situations. This is a work of pure fiction. It is my first story of this kind, so if you like it, feel free to send comments! (katecake69@hotmail.com) and with that said - read on!
Final Fantasy and all characters named within this piece of fiction are copyright and registered trademarks of Square Co. Ltd. I'm just borrowing them for a while and I promise to return them (relatively) unhurt. This story is purely for fun and at no point is it intended to cause a detriment to the awesome video game series, or imply the sexual orientation of any of the characters is the same as how they're portrayed here.
sweet young treasure
Rinoa ran a nervous hand through her long black hair. It had been easy to convince the palace guards to let her pass; they all knew her, and her father General Caraway. But now she stood before a set of double doors where no guards were posted. Something waited for her behind this door. The eerie feeling that had been with her all through the palace was strongest here. It felt like something was watching her, as though golden-amber eyes peered at her through the very walls of this place. Behind this portal, Rinoa knew, was the Sorceress. She shuddered, and attempted to banish these creepy thoughts from her mind. Yet the oppressive feeling of some hidden observer would not leave her. She touched the Odine Bangle hanging securely around her soft neck, feeling the hard edge of it, praying it would prove true. If it didn't work, she might . . . but no, better not think about the consequences. Rinoa Heartlily took a deep breath and opened the massive door.
The door swung silently inward. The antechamber within was dark, and thick curtains hung from the ceiling to drape the walls. The room seemed both immense and stiflingly close at the same time. Rinoa's gaze was immediately drawn to a chair, facing away from her toward the open balcony and the starry night beyond, full of revelers anticipating the parade and coronation ceremony. I'll only get one chance at this, she thought grimly to herself. She could see what looked like thin, silky black hair blowing in some unearthly wind streaming from the seated figure in the chair. The Sorceress. She slowly advanced towards the chair, desperately trying to work out some course of action. How did this Odine thing work, anyway? Should she call out to the Sorceress, or try to sneak up on her? Was her presence already known? She stepped slowly closer to the high backed-throne, and after there was no indication of awareness from the chair's occupant, she decided to speak.
"Hi. . . um, my father sent me. . . you know, General Caraway?" Great, Rinoa. Very eloquent. "He sent me with a. . . gift. . . for you. . ." Rinoa gaped as the hair wafting from the throne suddenly receded, throwing off soft gold sparks. The Bangle around her neck felt warm. Something was happening. Her mind racing, Rinoa slipped the bangle from her neck. It almost burned her as she touched it. Then things got strange. The form in the chair stood, and Rinoa caught a glance of a slender figure wearing a contorted hat. Before she could react, the Bangle in her hand wrenched her off her feet. It was somehow moving on its own! Too scared to drop the thing, Rinoa found herself floating four feet off the floor! An incredible force was pulling the Odine Bangle upward. Slowly Rinoa became aware of the watching presence bearing down on her, clouding her with its overpowering will. The world began to spin around her as she floated in mid-air. Her arm grew tired, clinging vainly to the chain of the Bangle. The last thing she remembered before her grip loosened and she fell to the floor and into deep slumber was a pair of tawny, golden eyes, peering hungrily at her from a smooth tan face.
Edea gazed down at the crumpled form of the sleeping girl. She was wearing a cute blue sweater dress with matching lower sleeves, leaving her pale shoulders bare, blue shorts, and a tight black leotard underneath. The Bangle rested on her curvaceous chest, where it had lightly fallen. It was most thoughtful of Caraway to send this lovely gift, Edea thought to herself. She smiled, knowing full well that Caraway had no idea where his delectable daughter had gone. So much the better. Edea turned lightly toward the balcony and her awaiting empire. Tonight she would kill that fool Deling, eradicate a few meddlesome SeeDs, and after that, return to this unexpected little present. Behind her, Rinoa rose unsteadily, and shambled after the sorceress. Edea though for a moment, and then devised a perfectly delicious means to keep the girl safe until she would be ready for her later in the evening.
cunt hungry slut
Deling's blood still dripped from her slim hands as Edea summoned the two igiuon from the arch to the palace balcony. She descended to her personal float, entertaining a brief and teasing thought about the pretty young girl before preparing for the ensuing battle with that wheedling insect Leonhart.
Her creatures would keep the girl safe until her return.
As she blocked the incompetent sniper's bullet, a doubt crept into her mind. Something was amiss . . . Leonhart was already sparring with Edea's testy knight before she divined that her minions had been slain. Then she saw the pretty young child joining the battle against her with the two SeeDs. She quietly railed against herself for leaving the delicious little treasure behind. Edea would take special care not to damage the girl while she killed her blathering companions. It seemed that she would have to work to claim this prize. . .
tits bouncing
Rinoa, flushed with bitter anger at her own folly, climbed nimbly onto the gaudy parade float. Squall had given her a chance to redeem herself, and she was determined to show him she was capable. As she ascended the platform and got her bearings she saw Squall deal Seifer what would have been a killing blow with his gunblade had it not been for Sefier's protective Guardian Force. Rinoa felt her heart wrench as she watched the two young men dueling. She couldn't bring herself to pick a side, she felt so torn . . . And suddenly she felt that same watchful presence. She looked up from the clashing steel of the two youths and saw the Sorceress. She was tall and slender, and wore a deep black dress dyed faintly purple at the hem which seemed to absorb the flickering light from the torches mounted on the float. The garment was exotically low cut, revealing a shocking amount of luscious cleavage. Her form under the tight dress was sensually curved, with her flared hips slightly off center in a provocative stance. Her skin appeared flawless, golden and smooth from her bare shoulders, up her slender neck, to her round, ageless face. Her bright amber eyes were gazing deeply at Rinoa, and the full lips, colored a dark purple, pressed together in a secret smile. Rinoa felt the pressure of that strong will and began to slip under her soothing spell.
"Rinoa!" Squall yelled, tearing her attention from the alluring Sorceress. Seifer lay defeated, dead or otherwise incapacitated. Irvine and Squall were closing in on the Sorceress. Blearily, Rinoa prepared her weapon and moved to join them. The Sorceress gave her one last knowing glance and then her eyes misted over in the casting of a powerful spell. Rinoa slowly fought away the drowsy haze fogging her brain and raised her defenses. Why had the Sorceress looked at her like that? Everything that happened after she was lifted up in the antechamber was a confused jumble. She remembered those haunting eyes, and some kind of large warm feeling, and then Squall rescued her and she came here. The evil enchantress must have put some kind of spell on Rinoa which she couldn't even identify. The bitter chill of a frozen blast reminded her of the desperate plight of her friends. She quickly cast cure on Irvine and tried to remain focussed.
The battle was fierce, but finally the sorceress seemed to be weakening. Squall moved in, and with a swipe of his gunblade tore the last of the magic protective shield away from her. Irvine raised his gun for a killing shot, taking careful aim as the sorceress retaliated on Squall, jarring him with a lightening bolt. His steady hand began to squeeze the trigger. The barrel of his rifle was aimed straight between her beautifully rounded breasts. Rinoa spun towards him, a curtain of red haze obscuring her view. Her body moved mechanically. Her arm raised, and she felt her light weapon spring and fire. When her vision cleared, she saw Irvine's rifle, cleaved in half, lying on the ground. She stared stupidly at the broken weapon, faintly hearing Irvine lamenting his perfect shot when there was a sudden, sinister drop in temperature. Rinoa looked up to see Squall, impaled by a frozen lance, toppling backward off the float. She screamed in horror, trying desperately to catch him, but felt again the oppressive will bearing down on her. The world began to descend into darkness. She dimly remembered watching Squall hit the pavement below, and the shattered shards of ice exploding from his chest. Then she knew only blackness.
lonely little nymph
Rinoa awoke to soft light illuminating her surroundings. She was in a small room, sprawled on a luxuriant four post bed with a deep, soft mattress and lush, silky sheets. A chest of drawers, made of some dark wood with gilded handles, sat in one corner. Opposite the chest, an ornate chair of the same wood rested. There was one stout looking door across from the foot of the bed, only ten paces or so. Long pale candles, set on top of the chest and on a small table adjoining the chair, cast dancing shadows in the soft air. Completely disoriented, Rinoa sat up, trying to concentrate on making sense of her scattered memory. She remembered Irvine, and feeling so strangely about him wanting to shoot such a beautiful creature, and then- Squall! She lunged out of bed, choking in the pain of her final memory of that brooding, yet endearingly childish guy. She had to find a way out of here. Where was here? She had reached the door by now, and found it to be locked. She pounded on it for a while, and concluded that it couldn't be smashed in by her meager means. All her equipment was missing; GFs, weapons, items, everything. She thought of the chair, but knew all attempts at this portal would be hopeless without a key. She needed something to pick the lock. Rinoa looked again around the room. The candlesticks were too big and clumsy to be of any use. There was little else. She decided to check the drawers.
The top drawer slid out easily, but contained what appeared to be spare sheets of the same soft fabric already set on the bed. She closed that drawer and tried the next. This drawer seemed to be locked. Losing her temper, she tugged at the brass handles with all her frustration and hopelessness. A faint pop was heard from inside the drawer and it slid quickly open. Pleased with herself, Rinoa dusted off her hands and bent down to inspect the contents. Inside was an assortment of boxes; all different sizes and shapes, all devoid of any marking or label. Hoping to find some object suitable for lock-picking, she picked the longest box and opened it. Nestled into the padding inside the box was a long, slender, metallic cylinder with a rounded tip at one end and a multitude of tiny buttons and knobs at the other. She stared for a moment at the sleek smooth length of it, trying to think if it might fit into the keyhole or somehow help her break the lock and get out of this little room. Then she realized just what it was she was holding and giggled in spite of herself. It was an elaborate vibrator! She didn't dare to think of what all the controls at the flat end might do, but she recognized the general purpose of the thing. She looked back over to the door, knowing that it wouldn't fit into the tiny key-hole. She carefully placed it back into its box, feeling a slight pang of regret. It couldn't help her now- well, not in the way she wanted. Smiling slyly to herself, Rinoa put the box back into the drawer. She didn't shut the drawer again, just in case it locked and she decided to examine it further. Maybe, if she couldn't find a way out of this place, she might try the shiny little toy. . . `Irvine would flip out if he knew what I was thinking' She smiled to herself again, but the memory of Irvine brought her immediate plight rushing back to her. She tried the next drawer below, but it held nothing of value, more spare linens. Defeated, Rinoa turned around to survey the small room again.
Nothing in this lavish prison could afford her any means of escape. The candles winked at her, and dribbled wax into their golden holders as she pouted, leaning against the side of the chest and running through every possible use of each item of furniture. Utterly at a loss, she went and sat dejectedly in the chair. As she contemplated the room from this new angle, she realized just how hopeless her situation was. She had no idea where in the city she was, or if she was even in Deling City at all. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, although she wasn't too hungry so it couldn't have been more than a few hours. She hoped. She was alone, trapped, and a little bit flushed . . . her hands strayed down to her bare legs, absently fondling her soft skin. Slowly, her thoughts strayed back to the drawer. There were still a bunch of boxes she hadn't opened, but she could guess at what she might find there. Yet she had no other options left. She tucked a lock of her raven hair behind her ear and stood. She felt a little light headed and giddy, but she resolutely made her way back to the dresser. She reached into the half open drawer, pulling out a square box. This one contained a small rack of oils and creams, labeled with all sorts of suggestive names. Curious, she pulled one jar out and unscrewed the lid. A sweet, intoxicating smell wafted from the almost buttery white cream inside the jar. She felt a buzzing, tickling sensation thrill through her body. With an intense effort of will, Rinoa fastened the lid and replaced it in the box. These couldn't help her get out, but they looked delicious. She wondered fleetingly if that sweet cream had tasted as good as it smelled. The next box was much smaller, and contained a short coil of silken rope, very smooth to the touch. It wasn't long enough to be of any use, but the kinky implications of it weren't lost on her. She was grinning as she picked up the last box, forgetting that there was little hope that it might contain some worthwhile object. Inside was a clear crystal cube, flawless and smooth over its' entire surface. The soft candle light created miniature rainbows inside the prism. Interesting, but not terribly extraordinary. Rinoa thought back to the shining little treasure of the first box. She was feeling very needy right now, in her desperation she craved pleasure. She set the prism down on top of the chest of drawers. It was clear she wasn't going to find a way out of this room. . . And she might be here for a long while. There hadn't been any sound from outside the door. No sign that anyone might be coming for her. Besides, Squall was dead, and Irvine too, probably. Her tired mind neglected to register the fact that all the candles in the room were lit and there was little wax in the basins below them. She knelt before the chest of drawers another moment, absently staring into the cubic prism. A shudder of excitement ran through her as her mind slipped back to the memory of that long, smooth vibrator. Her hands strayed to her chest, gently resting on her round breasts. Almost of their own accord they began to circulate around her soft flesh. Sighing, she closed her eyes and imagined the hard metal of the toy buried inside her warm, soft place. A place that burned right now for something to fill it. That decided her. She reached back into the drawer and pulled out the box of creams and the box containing the silver toy.
solitary ministrations
Rinoa sat down on the soft bed and set the two boxes beside her. She closed her eyes and slid her hands down the pale, smooth skin of her legs, getting into the mood, forgetting everything from the past. The cube glimmered in the corner, forgotten. She unlaced her boots and slipped them off her delicate feet then swung her legs up onto the bed, lying on her stomach. Her bare legs kicking slowly in the air, she opened the box of creams again and took out the same little jar. She unscrewed it and inhaled deeply, and the sweet smell washed over her, leaving her feeling warm and drowsy. She dipped in a cautious finger and brought out a small dab of it, holding it close to her face and letting the scent flow through her again. She closed her eyes, sighing with the warm contentedness, and brought her finger to her lips, spreading the cream around her soft pink mouth. Her tongue slipped through her lips and tasted the sweet stuff. It was wonderful, buttery and thick, with quick hints of vanilla and white chocolate. She licked her lips clean, and then hungrily sank two fingers into the jar, drawing out a great sticky sweet gob. First she licked at her fingers, gorging herself on the sweet flavor, and then sucked them inside her mouth, greedily devouring each last morsel of cream.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she groaned deep in her throat, lost in the heavenly taste. She fumbled for the box with the vibrator. The cold metal was hard and smooth in her hand. She stared, fascinated at all the controls on the end, trying to make sense of them under the pressure of her arousal. The warm feeling from the cream was spreading all over her body, making the bare skin of her legs and shoulders tingle. The core of her young pink womanhood was feeling hot and moist. She flipped a switch, and the long toy responded instantly with a soft hum of vibration. Upon turning one knob, the dildo began shaking faster and harder, feeling like it would leap out of her hands. She turned it back down to a medium setting and then pushed a sliding button up one step. The dildo began to pulse with bursts of strong vibration. Rinoa's eyes lit up as she pushed the slider further and the toy pulsed with a faster and faster rhythm. She pushed another button and the upper two-thirds of the dildo began rotating along an invisible seam. Her mouth went suddenly dry as she watched the metal toy whirring furiously in her hands. This was amazing. She was aching now to try the marvelous thing. She could feel the wetness from her hot pussy dampening her shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties. She switched the dildo back to a constant, slow buzz, and rolled over onto her back. She had always wanted to try a vibrator, and she was determined to do this right no matter how much she yearned to thrust it inside her. She touched the tip of the cold metal to her thigh through the leotard, teasing herself with the soft vibration so near to her wet treasure. She shivered as she moved it slowly onto the bare skin of her leg. With a flick of her finger she increased the intensity, lovingly gliding the smooth tool down her silky pale leg, then back up the other. The metallic chill mixed deliciously with the warmth that had spread over her lustful body. She arched her spine as she reached her other thigh with the hard vibrator, tilting her head back and sighing with ecstasy. She slipped it under the fold of her leotard, slowly shaking it's way across the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her dripping pussy. She was so close to it, could feel the quivering tool approaching her warm, pink folds. With an immense effort, she pulled it back, her breath coming short. She was torturing herself, she wanted it so badly in her wet pussy, but instead she pulled the vibrator up over her stomach, up to the round pinnacle of her soft breasts. Her nipples were straining through the tight black fabric, and she slowly circled them with the cold metal, gasping now and shivering all over her hot body. Finally she reached her hard little tits, and moaned as the sensitive nubs were stimulated by the dildo. She couldn't take it anymore. She quickly slipped the vibrator between the curves of her soft breasts, raising the setting again. Her ample flesh responded with a hot, tingling sensation as cold metal shook between her soft mounds. Her unsteady hands slowly removed her shorts, sliding them off the sensual length of her flushing legs, and then pulling the damp leotard aside to expose her burning cunt. She spread her legs wide and kept the leotard tight against the side of her thighs, reveling in her moist nudity. Her free hand caressed the wet folds before sliding up her stomach again to grab the dildo. It felt as though her tits would rip right through the taut fabric. Not wasting any time now, she slipped the cold metal into her engorged pussy, gasping at the cold size of it in her tight slit. It felt so good there, filling her. She moaned again, groping for the controls to start the rotation. She screamed sharply as the dildo began to spin inside her. She began slipping it in and out, groaning each time it slid further into her pink flower, spinning faster and faster. Hardly aware of herself any more, floating on a wave of pleasure, she felt the dildo start to pulse in a wild frenzied rhythm matching her own bucking hips as she drove the tip farther and farther inside her. She wailed again as her orgasm built and crested, her cry accented with each thrust. The hard metal spun and shook inside her juicy cunt. Her vision blurred as she experienced the most explosive orgasm of her young life, crying out in ecstasy. And the toy kept going, her hand kept pumping, and she rolled onto her side, then onto her chest, grinding her hand against the bed, fucking herself, lost in the gyrations of the dildo deep inside her. She came again, and a third time, passion mastering her and driving her wild. When exhaustion finally came upon her, she had soaked the soft sheets, and drenched her clothes with sweat. She curled up, sucking her sweet nectar off the now quiet vibrator as she drifted off to sleep.
-End of part 1!! Comments? Suggestions? email me katecake69@hotmail.com