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Trysts of Final Fantasy VIII	By : DragonKnight Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy as it is the property of Square-Enix. As such, I did not make any money off of this story.

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Rinoa and her scarred, mysterious dance partner looked towards the sky as the magentas, yellows, blues, and greens burst into the sky. For that one moment in time, she and her partner were in perfect sync. Her eyes drift earthward to see Seifer waving her over. She broke the embrace with her partner in order to meet him. Business came before pleasure, after all.
Seifer, who still continued to wear his grey trenchcoat at this black-tie event, gestured to a middle-aged spectacled man in a tuxedo. As Rinoa glanced at his eyes, she couldn’t help but notice the not-so-subtle leer at her breasts.
“Rinoa, this is Headmaster Cid. Sir, this is Rinoa Heartilly, the princess of the Forest Owls.”
Rinoa held her hand up and said, “It’s an honor to meet you.” Cid took her hand in his to bring it to his lips for a kiss. She thought she felt the slither of a tongue tip on her hand run a small circle on the back of her hand, but she looked and saw there was no saliva there. Probably.
“Ms. Heartilly, or should I say ‘Your Highness’?”
“Just Rinoa is fine.”
I’ve been told you’ve been having trouble accessing our services?”
“Yes, it seems that I keep getting the runaround, even though we have the money for even the most basic services.”
Cid pulled his head back and held his chin, “Really? I have to wonder why the staff isn’t processing your request.”
Seifer jumped in, “It’s probably because they’re not rolling in dough like the Dollet Dukedom. Those guys are just a bunch of weaklings and cowards. Unlike the Forest Owls who actually stand for something.”
“You know SeeD doesn’t discriminate until after we’ve received payment. At least, that’s our policy. There should be no reason for any backlog right now.”
“Is there any way to move it along,” said Rinoa as she cocked her head. “Pretty please?”
A smile played upon Cid’s lips, “Hmmm, perhaps we can negotiate a private contract…”
Rinoa felt goosebumps as she noticed that Cid has been holding that pose for an awfully long time as he stares intently at her. It’s as if his gaze was trying to burn her clothes off. Not that it would take much effort given how slinky her dress is, always riding up at the most inconvenient times. Oh, how she wished she were wearing her bike shorts. It always felt like a second skin that adhered to her asscheeks and cunt. She could go commando if she wanted and not have to worry about pervs sneaking a peek at her pussy. But no, with this dress, she has to wear panties like a respectable woman. At least she didn’t have to wear a bra with this dress. She still had to put up with anti-jiggle breast tape though.
I guess I got to take one for the team, she thought. She clasped her hands behind her back and tapped the floor with the toe of her shoe. “We really do need the help,” she said.
“Come with me then.”
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They both enter the Headmaster’s office. Rinoa couldn’t help but notice how plush and elegant it was. She also couldn’t help but notice the mattress hidden in a corner. Did he spend ALL his time here? Does he have another place to live? She looked at his desk and saw a picture of his wife. Rinoa couldn’t help but notice that she and this woman have some similarities. Not all of them, but their long, dark hair, shapely breasts, and a gentle disposition. This woman could have passed as her aunt, but there's no way they were related to each other.
Cid took a seat at his desk, tenting his hands, “Now, young lady. You wanted me to fast track your application?”
She ran her foot along the floor nervously, “Y-yes…”
He unzipped the fly of pants, “I think you know the best way to do that.”
Oh, gross!
Rinoa was going to have to play with this old man’s cock! Or worse. But what choice did she have? The whole point of coming here was to get SeeD to help the Timber resistance. What hope did the Forest Owls really have without them?
“Don’t you want to get your seed? You can’t expect to not get your hands dirty, or other places for that matter,” said Cid.
Taking a few nervous steps, she knelt beside him and tentatively reached her hand out to his fly. With a gulp, she stuck her hand into the opening and dug around for his penis. She pulled the flaccid member out of his pants and started stroking it up and down. Maybe if he was that handsome, scarred stranger she was dancing with, she’d be willing to do all the neat tricks she learned last summer with Seifer. Or even Seifer himself. The man really knew how to carry himself, but she knew the best ways to get him to drop his confident resolve and get Seifer to whimper like Angelo. How she could run her finger just underneath his head and give a “come hither” gesture, how she would cradle his ballsac and roll the contents around, how she would just let the pre-come coat her palm and turn her hand into a makeshift onna hole, turning her hand into a sex toy to fuck his pole, and that was just with her hand, never mind all the other things she could do with any of her holes.
But Cid’s cock? It’s not really worth all that effort, especially since that would take longer and she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. So with a frown on her face, she just pumped up and down on his shaft mechanically, constantly. It still wasn’t quite enough for Cid and he asked,
“Can’t you do better than that?”
Rinoa had no choice. She was going to have to use the next trick and started licking the head of his cock. Wanting to get him off quickly, she let him into her mouth, even though she doesn’t care for the taste of old man dick. She bobbed her head up and down, careful not to let him go too deep into her throat. No sense in gagging on the disgusting protrusion rubbing against her tongue. That plan was shattered as he started to thrust his hips deeper into her face and grabbing her head for leverage. Forced to deepthroat him, she started to gag on his cock and was trying to spit him out when he came straight down her throat. Apparently, he’d been backed up for some time because he released many copious spurts. She had to swallow the first few, but the amount was just too much and cum started to stick and pool in her throat. Cid finally pulled his cock out of her mouth with a trail of saliva connecting his head and her lips for a second before the line snapped from her hacking cough.
Her face was quite the sight. Most of the line snapped on her end, leaving a long trail of drool drop down to her thigh. Some remnants of cum were still on her lips, locked in a sour frown. Her lips were no longer the shade of lipstick she used hours before but now an off-white color of the whore stick.
She stood up and asked, “Now-“ she noticed that she sounded froggy and cleared her throat, “Now, can you process my request?”
Cid opened his desk drawer and pulled out a standard issue contract. She took and started reading it.
“Balamb Garden, (hereby referred to as “party A”)… could I get another contract?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s the standard. The Garden Master is quick to remind me not to deviate from it.”
Rinoa saw that Cid was going to need far more convincing in order to get her way, so she turned her back to him, pulled her panties off, and bent over her desk. She used two of her fingers to spread her outer lips to Cid. “Please, could you be more…open…to suggestion?”
To her surprise, Cid was ready for another go because he just slipped his cock right into her snatch. He felt kinda soft at first, but he was getting harder as he pounded her insides.
“Now…ugh…let’s discuss terms…ahhh!”
“What kind of…ugghhh…terms?”
“I need….NEED! Them until Timber’s independence.”
“I…I can’t devote that much manpower for that long!” and he tried to pull out.
Seeing that opportunity was slipping away, she clamped down on his cock with her inner muscles, holding him in place. “C’mon.” Rinoa said, “How about you just give me a small squad?”
Cid put his hands on her hips, “Okay, I’ll send three members with you.”
“And I want that recent SeeD graduate. Y’know, the one with the scar on his face.”
“Ugh! He’s yours. Him and one other rookie.”
She twisted her hips slightly, just enough to stop him from thrusting, “Two others and I’ll let you have me for the entire night. Wouldn’t you like to see me naked on your bed?” She asked like a kitten, a kitten toying with its toy mouse.
“Okay! Deal!” he yelled and she started to really grind her hips into him as he braced himself. Soon, his cock came inside and he pulled out of her glorious twat. Rinoa still hadn’t gotten off once the entire time. Ignoring the cum sliding down her leg, she turned around with her hands on her hips and said, “You start drafting that new contract now, and I’ll let you come on me in any way you want.”
Cid caught his breath and started handwriting a whole new contract just for her. Rinoa took off her dress and tossed it on the floor. When she laid down on the bed wearing nothing but her heels, and started sticking her fingers into her cunt for that orgasm Cid wasn’t able to give, she started thinking to herself.
Cid is such a nice man.
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