In Charge

BY : Her_Knight
Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy II - V
Dragon prints: 1476
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Rosa looked over to Cecil as the two of them headed out of yet another meeting. He looked so tired. He tried his best to hide it, but she knew that ruling the largest and most powerful kingdom in the world was an incredible burden. She was of course involved in all the important decisions, and he was happy to have her help, but at the end of the day it was Cecil who had the weight of the world on his shoulders. It had been a few weeks since Rosa had resolved to do something to help take the burden off of him, to give him a chance to sit back and let someone else make the decisions for once. Today she would finally get to put her plan into action. It was the least she could do for him and besides, she had other reasons to believe he would appreciate this.

“Darling, I have to go into town to pick up a couple of packages,” she said before giving him a kiss, “why don’t you go relax, maybe take a nice warm bath, and then when I get back we can have some fun.”

To add emphasis to her last point she let her hand brush against his manhood through his pants briefly.

“Sounds wonderful,” Cecil said, his anticipation now visible in his pants.

Rosa returned to find Cecil waiting for her on their bed, wearing a bathrobe.

“Hello my love,” Cecil greeted her, “need any help with those packages?”

Rosa went to her closet and started putting them in.

“Don’t worry about it, darling, you just relax,” she replied.

Finally she picked up the last one, but instead of putting it in the closet with the rest, she carried it with her to the bed.

“What’s in there?” Cecil asked.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Rosa said coyly.

Cecil then stood up.

“Oh, a surprise?” he said “I can’t wait to find out.”

Rosa wasted no time in locking hips with her husband, their tongues dancing as she ran her hands down his body, giving his behind a little squeeze. It didn’t take long for him to practically tear her clothes off. Their passion for one another that was known around the world was quite evident. Finally she slipped his robe off.

“I think it’s time you put on some proper attire,” she teased.

Cecil was thrilled at the prospect of getting to be one with his wife as he opened his bedside drawer and reached in and yet her words were also a reminder of what he couldn’t have as he grabbed the condoms. No matter how much he begged and how much he pleaded to let him feel her bare, she simply refused to let him make love to her without sheathing his sword. And no matter how much he argued, in the end they both knew the mere threat of closing her legs to him was enough to make him crumble, a fact both of them were reminded of as Cecil finishing putting on the first condom and began rolling a second over the top. It was a demand Rosa started making not long into their marriage. She said is was because she was worried about pregnancy (“I just am”) and wanted to be extra safe, but it was really just because she could make him. It’s not like wanting to avoid pregnancy was a good excuse for making him double bag for blowjobs (“I just don’t like the taste of cum”) or handjobs (“It’s just too messy”).

“Ready to make love all night long?” Cecil asked, a cocky grin on his face.

Now seemed as good a time as any to Rosa. She let out a laugh and then pushed him onto the bed.

“It’s so cute that you think you have a say in this,” she said as she climbed on top of him and pinned him down with all her strength. “Now let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here. I decide how long your tiny cock can hold on and just to prove it to you I’m going to make sure you don’t last half a minute inside me.”

A shocked expression came over Cecil’s face as she struggled in vain against his wife.

“Rosa, what’s gotten into you?” he gasped, “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

His wife silenced him with a hard slap across his face.

“Don’t talk back,” she said in a harsh tone, “I have the pussy, I make the rules. You obey.”

She leaned in closer to him.

“Don’t act like this is something new,” she said. “I’ve always been in charge in bed. You’re so pussy whipped I make you double wrap for a pity handjob. So let’s make it official and stop pretending you get to make any decisions in here. From now on, you’re my bitch.”

A strange feeling came over Cecil. Something about her words and the stinging on his cheek made him realize something. Something he had known deep down for a long time but was just now willing to admit to himself.

He wanted to obey Rosa. He needed to obey her.

“Yes,” she said, suddenly sounding very meek.

“That’s ‘yes, mistress,’” she commanded.

“Yes, mistress,” he repeated.

“Yes, mistress what,” she said impatiently.

“I will obey your commands, mistress,” he replied.

“Because…,” she said, leading.

“Because I’m your bitch,” he said.

“My pussy whipped, tiny cocked, premature ejaculating little bitch,” she added for emphasis. “I wonder what all those generals and diplomats you meet with would think if they knew you yielded to me so easily? That the power of my pussy turned you so weak and obedient.”

Cecil’s face turned deep red at the realization of just how easily she could transform him. Rosa then reached down and positioned him against her entrance.

“Now,” she said, “go ahead and try to hold your load for all the good it’ll do you. Your little cock is going to be filling up those condoms with cum in no time.”

With that she began bucking her hips rapidly while gripping and squeezing with her pussy.

“Ooooohhhh, your pathetic cock is so small I can hardly feel you,” she said as she bounced up and down.

He tried to hold on, but her pussy felt like the finest silk and he began struggling immediately.

“You really suck at this,” she continued, “no wonder I have to fake my orgasms with you, you’re completely hopeless when it comes to pleasing a girl.”

His wife’s harsh words were too much for Cecil. As she spoke he felt the semen welling up in his manhood.

“Uhhhh… I’m cumming,” he let out as he shot his load into the rubbers.

“Haha, already?” she mocked. “Even a teenage boy losing his virginity would put you to shame. I don’t think you even lasted ten seconds.”

She then dismounted and plunged two fingers in his pussy.

“Now be a good little bitch and go dispose of your condoms,” she commanded, “your pathetic sperm belongs in the trash.”

“Yes, mistress,” Cecil replied, “I’ll dispose of my pathetic sperm in the trash where it belongs.”

As he tied off the rubbers and dropped his wasted seed into the garbage, it amazed Cecil how quickly obeying her commands had begun to feel like instinct.

“Oooohh, my fingers are so much better than your inadequate cock,” Rosa moaned as she began working on her clit, “it feels so good to finish myself off after your failure to perform. You should consider yourself lucky I let you cum this time. Next time I’m taking what I want and leaving you high and dry.”

As Cecil climbed back in bed next to Rosa, he felt relaxed in a way he hadn’t in years. It felt so good, so easy, to just give up control and obey. He realized that Rosa understood this too, and no matter how harshly she spoke to him, she was acting out of love. He was overcome with emotion.

“Rosa,” she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” she said before she was overcome with an intense climax, waves of pleasure washing over her.

“Still,” she added, “I can’t believe you’re so stupid you couldn’t tell the difference between a real orgasm like that and one of those performances I put on for your benefit so you could actually feel like a man instead of my weak, pussy whipped little bitch. No use pretending any more.”

After a minute she reached over the side of the bed and picked up the package.

“Now, do you want to see the surprise I got for you?” she asked.

“Of course,” Cecil said as she handed him the package and he began opening.

“I decided to get you some new underwear to replace what you have now,” she said as he looked inside and realized just what she meant.

Inside was pair after pair of bright pink panties, each more girly than the last.

“They suit your new role, don’t you think so my little bitch,” she said.

“Yes mistress,” he replied.

“Just think how good it will feel to be wearing these soft, feminine panties while you’re in all those important meetings,” she said with a grin. “They can remind you that while you may be king, you’re still my bitch. I get wet just thinking about it, now let’s try some on.”

Rosa picked out a thong then slipped it over his legs and up over his once again hard cock.

“Awww,” she said, “they look so cute on you. And they’re a perfect fit. Good thing you’re so tiny.”

Cecil’s face may have been red, but his cock betrayed how excited he was. Rosa grabbed a couple of tissues and a glass bottle of lotion and handed them to him.

“I’m going to take a bath,” she said, “From the looks of it you’ll be needing these. Just make sure to throw your worthless little spermies in the trash where they belong when you’re done.”

Cecil and Rosa had spoken often of his desire to father many children. Her words suddenly made him realize that his seed had never actually ended up in her pussy, but rather in rubbers or a wad of tissues and then tossed away with the rest of the garbage.

“Yes mistress,” he replied, “I’ll throw my useless seed away when I’m done masturbating.”

“Good little bitch,” Rosa said as she left the room.

As Rosa closed the door, Cecil went to his closet to pick out a porn magazine to aid in his masturbation. Sometimes he had difficulty deciding on a choice of “reading material” but not this time.

He grabbed the first femdom title he could find.

Author's Notes: Yet another Cecil/Rosa story! I enjoy writing Rosa in part because she's an often overlooked character. She's far more than just Cecil's girlfriend or a damsel in distress, she shows real strength throughout the game.  One of the aspects I've always appreciated about her is that when Cecil tries to tell her what to do, you can be sure she'll defy him and in the end he'll give in. I obviously have extrapolated quite far from that but, hey, that's part of the fun of writing fanfiction, and besides it suits my interests :) Chapter 2 is already in the works and I have some ideas for chapters beyond on, but if anyone has any suggestions of things they'd like to see that fits in the theme of Rosa dominating Cecil, let me know and I'll certainly consider it (no guarantees though). As always, feedback is appreciated.


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