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It was a bit of a shock when Zell found the girl was in the
same field exam as him that day. Even more of a shock when she had acted as
nothing had happened, but he played along, just to be safe. Just play it cool,
it�s much easier that way.

Selphie. That was a pretty name. A little familiar, but very
pretty nonetheless, just like she was.

The night of their graduation into becoming full SeeDs, he
watched her small form dance with different partners, but not once with him.
Though they did laugh together when they watched Squall stumble with that girl
with the black hair across the dance floor. It wasn�t that he didn�t have the
courage to say; �Thanks for the blowjob the other day, now here�s a little
something I think you might like��. It was more like he was looking for
the right moment.

And what better moment than the same time as the last time?
And in the same place too?

Just at the start of the third class of the day (though he
no longer needed class anymore), when classes move and the training area is
empty, Zell watches her small form jump enthusiastically as she defeats yet
another grat. Hidden from view in the trees, he stays completely motionless,
silent, like an animal about to devour it�s prey.

Devour wasn�t the word�

Selphie whopped and punched the air, slinging her powerful
weapon across her shoulder at yet another defeat. He licked his lips, watching
the sweat on her brow, her fluid legs move, that tiny yellow dress clinging to
her body in a way that just said; �Take me now!�

The dress flips up slightly. He shudders at the sight of
her. Her chosen underwear today was a lacy red number, no bra, it wouldn�t suit
the dress. Watching, waiting, growing increasingly hard, he counted down the
seconds.

She draws closer to him, unaware of where he is or even that
he�s there, she looks around for more battles. Time presses on and Zell
focuses.

She stands right infront of the bushes that hide him from
view and he equips the EncNone ability (courtesy of his beloved Diablos). There
is a squeak as one grat feels the ability and scurries off. Startled, Selphie
turns her back to him and looks around for the grat.

Zell reared back, flexing the powerful muscles in his arms,
and quickly, almost impossibly quick, grabbed the small girl by the waist and
half drags, half carries her into the bushes. One hand snaked up to suppress
the squeak that echoed from her mouth, covering it with leather and warm
fingers.

One thing he prided himself on was his speed. That what got
him most of his battles won easily. A quick fighter with quick blows and
powerful high kicks, yep, his speed was top notch. He stopped, slightly
breathless, still unable to believe what he was doing. Selphie struggled
against him, but she was easily overpowered. He didn�t want her to fear him, he
just wanted to give her a little shock, that�s all, so he bent his head down to
her ear and whispered �Hello again, Selphie.�

He felt her shudder at his hot breath in her ear and still
she struggled, but he failed to notice. She dropped her weapon some way back in
her shock so now her hands pulled futilely against his powerful forearm to stop
him from covering her mouth. His free hand grasped her waist to him and worked
it�s way upwards. She whimpered against his hand and struggled harder, but it
was obvious the one with the broadest shoulders was the one with the upper
hand.

�What�s the matter? Don�t you want-� his hand had gotten to
her breast and cupped it, fingers teasing the already erect nipple through the
yellow material, ��this?�

She shuddered against him, what could escape as a whimper
from behind his hand and he roughly turned her head to the side so he could lay
his lips on her neck. His fingers played with her nipple through the material
while his tongue flicked against her skin, mouth sucking and teeth biting,
giving her a small taste of what he planned to do later on.

She leaned against him, her hands still pulling at his arm
but he could tell she was enjoying it due to the rise of her chest in time to
his fingers and the passionate moan from under his hand. He breathed in the
warm smell of her, of spring flowers and that sweet, natural aroma that girls
always have, like dripping honey and skin. She wasn�t breathtakingly beautiful,
but she as intoxicating as a dangerous poison that you just can�t get enough
of. The smell, the taste, it was all so�

��Beautiful�� He breathed in her ear.

Ever since that day she decided to �thank� him, he hasn�t
been able to take his mind off her. The skill of her mouth, her perfect little
shape, her obvious enthusiasm about sex, it was driving him insane. And oh how
he wanted to return the favour. How he wanted to see, touch, taste her,
have her, hold her and many other various obscenities. The want, the need
is what drove him to this... this molesting in the bushes.

He took his hand away from her mouth and she let go of his
forearm. He traced the tips of his fingers down her small body. He felt the
goosebumps rise on her skin as his hand passed between her breasts and a
shuddering gasp passed her lips at a particularly firm rub of her nipple
beneath her dress.

Zell stopped his seductive teasing and traced both hands
down her waist, turning her roughly with his strong arms and pushing her up
against a nearby tree. She whimpered slightly as her back scraped off the hard
wood, but one look at her face and he knew she loved every minute of it. A
cheeky smile graced her small mouth, eyelids narrowed into slits and dark with
lust. He smiled predatorily down at her.

One would never guess, looking at Zell Dincht and watching
him for more than a few minutes that he could be so smooth, so patient when it
comes to sex. Of course he wasn�t always like this. The library girl�s transfer
friend showed him all the tricks of the �trade� and in time he became generous
with his lovers, more prone to pleasing them over himself. Soon, it
became a known fact that he was the dominating one, like a beast that had been
trained but hard to control even still. A lover who could love again and again
and again. Like an animal with pride, he enjoyed being strong, having control.
But this� girl� made him loose control and in turn, hurt his pride. To regain
his pride, he would show her his own skill, make her loose control and, if you
would, prove a point.

His hands traced over her smooth thighs for a second before
they slid under her dress. She moaned slightly and rolled her head, placing her
hands on his broad shoulders to hold herself up. His fingers slipped under the
edges of that sexy red, lacy underwear and slid them off her. The fell down
past her knees and in one fluid movement, she slipped them off and kicked them
away.

She looked up at him, lips pouted, eyes sparkling, begging
for a kiss. But those gold lashes simply fell halfway, a wry smile escaped over
soft male lips, heart shaped and perfectly curved, pastel pink that wore their
own pout to rival hers.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of her thighs and
hitched her legs up around his waist. She cried in surprise and out of instinct
tried to push him away. Zell however, was quicker than her and grabbed both her
wrists just as they pushed against the hard planes of his chest. He pulled her
wrists up over her head and those heart shaped lips opened in a wide, snarling
grin at her struggle.

Selphie however, surprised yes, loved how strong he was, the
feeling of pure arousal fluttering in the bottom of her stomach. Even as she
struggled (simply because she loved the fact that there was no way she would be
able to break free) she pushed her hips against his in attempt to free some of
the sexual tension flaring beneath her. God, and she thought she had a little
wimp going, who knew he was such an animal?

He held both her wrists together with one hand, the other
reaching into his deep pocket and pulled out a rope, quickly tying her wrists
around a nearby branch, still holding her up against the tree by his hips
against hers. Before she realised what he was doing, it was too late and this
time she was genuinely worried. Sex yes, but bondage? Where has this guy been?

Before she could say anything in her defence, he traced her
breastbone with her mouth, kneeling as he went down, kissing over the material
of her dress. Come on, she thought, just take the dress off.�

But he didn�t. Simply he kept kissing, his kiss going to her
left thigh, downwards halfway, and then back up again. She groaned with
impatience, hips moving slightly to beg him to do something, anything!

The realisation of what he was going to do then hit her, and
her worry cut a little deeper. She never did that before, and he was
really into it? He kissed along the inside of her thigh, hitching her legs up
around his shoulders, pushing the material of her dress up to expose her naked
flesh.

And all she could do was watch. She bit her lower lip,
watching is spiky hair shake as his kisses when further up her thigh, eyes
closed, completely in his element. She had to be certain he was going to do� that.
She just had to know.

She gulped as he kissed the apex of her thigh, bracing her
legs as he got so near.

�Um� Zell? What are you do-� Of course doing soon turned
into do-ooooing. Cutting her off in mid sentence as he ran his tongue up
between her folds and flicked it against her clit, making her thrash against
the tree, her hands wringing against her bonds. He groaned slightly, the taste
of her was so perfect, and all he wanted way more, to entice another moan like
that from her mouth, to kiss the heat once again and make her writhe against
him.

So he did, repeating the first movement ever so slowly, but
this time sucking lightly on her clit, causing her hips to convulse around him,
the soft velvet of her boots brush against his neck and her legs tighten around
him, wailing in absolute pleasure.

He continued, and it was a mystery how the whole garden
didn�t hear her moaning. Rhythmically he ran his tongue between her folds,
occasionally flicking it against her clit but paying more attention to her
walls rather than that little bundle of nerves for the time being.

Then her breath escaped her lungs in a high-pitched moan of
approval as he lightly ran his tongue around her clit and sucked it lightly,
making her arch so violently he wondered how she managed to keep from snapping
in two.

�Mmm, Zell�� She managed to whisper between her moaning, and
that was all the encouragement he needed to make her scream.

Okay� now she�s gonna get it, he thought. Once again
he hitched her legs up around his shoulders, bringing her into fuller contact
with his mouth. He sucked the edges around her clit, and then the bud itself,
bringing it into his mouth and tongued the peak rapidly, causing her moan to
turn into a wail as she thrashed against the tree violently.

Then he stopped his approach and tried something better.
Bringing his mouth down around her clit and rolling his tongue between her
petals, rhythmically moving his tongue around and up to suck, then back again.
And she couldn�t have loved it more.

�Uhh, Zell aah�� Her moans soon began to come deep from the
bottom of her lungs, her small body moving rhythmically with his dancing mouth,
eyes shut and mouth open in a keening moan that caused him to go deeper,
harder, and quicker than before, bathing her in pure heat. Soon she could feel
her body about to tip over that edge, and she cried out his name again,
writhing hard, but he held her in place, riding her movements with practised
ease.

�Oh Zell� uhhh, d-don�t stop� oh yeah�� She cried again as
he changed this method again, sucking harder on her clit and tonguing it again,
faster this time and her cries rose with his speed, occasionally scraping his
teeth across her clit.

So he continued this way until he could feel her pulsate
around him and her orgasm ripped through her body, suspending her small frame
up for a few seconds in one loud cry. Her legs tightened around his shoulders as
he sucked on her, making her hard climax last for (he counted) a total of
thirty seconds. He shuddered as she cried out, trying his very best to keep
control and not slam homeward bound into her right there and then.

Then she fell back down against the tree and he stood up,
still holding the bottom of her thighs, licking his lips enticingly at her
taste. Her head was turned away from him, a smile of deep arousal gracing her
lips, eyes glittering and cheeks tinted pink. She was sagging in his arms, breathing
hard, slumped against the tree, completely spent. He reached up and untied her
hands, kissing her cheek lightly and allowing her legs to drop slowly to the
ground.

��Bet you liked that, didn�t you?� He whispered darkly into
her ear. He just couldn�t resist saying it, like revenge really. ��You�re
welcome.�

Then he let her go and walked away, stuffing his hands into
his pockets to try and hide the bulge in his pants. Well, he had enough control
to not need a release straight away and not to use her for his own pleasure,
not after leaving her so pleased. His tongue snaked out to lick the edges of
his lips, still able to taste her, that slightly salty taste of sex, it was
divine.

Selphie, completely drained of energy, dropped to the floor
once she saw him disappear. With what would be a slight glare she pulled her
dress down over her legs and grabbed her underwear from the ground, shaking
them slightly and pulling them back on. Well, at least he had the courtesy to
remove them, not like some men who just allow them to get as wet as possible.
She smiled slightly to herself, laughing at the situation she was in. She could
have sworn he was just a little� boy when it came to this sort of thing, but that
display was certain impressive.

�Well, that�s a first.� She sighed and shakily walked away,
looking around to make sure there were no onlookers that may have head her
frantic screaming.

She would have to try that guy again some time. He never
gave her a chance to keep him under check, never gave her a chance to show him
her real talents. And she would, when he least expected it.

And how dare he tie her up! She was no silly little girl,
who needed to be restrained. He�d get what�s coming to him, sooner or later.

Revenge, in more or less the same way was what was running
through her mind.

�Perhaps when he�s asleep?� She pondered quietly as she
exited the training grounds, heading towards her room, in desperate need of a
shower.

Yep, asleep, she thought, he�s gonna regret tying me
up!��

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