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L'amoureux Demon	By : Tennyo Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Tactics Advance Views: 749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
Again, this thing is mine except for its characters which are owned by
SquareEnix. =) The line “Once upon a dream” as well as the 2
dialogue lines before are from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty (all-time favorite Disney movie!!! =D). And thank you,
my dear ‘sister’, Agrias, for reviewing this piece of crap. This
story will always be credited in some way to you.

L’amoureux
Demon

Chapter 3 – Avec
Lui (With Him)

            Ovelia
stepped out of the stone bath and took a towel set on its edge to dry herself.
It was him again, for the tenth time, who visited her while she slept in the
bath. But unlike those other times, he’d left her with some unprecedented
aftereffects. Her mind was throbbing in painful vexation, but so too was the
space between her legs, urging to be satisfied. Ovelia quickly dried the rest
of her body and put on her white, sleeveless, satin night shift. Wanting to
clear her mind of that previous dream, she hastily walked over to her bed,
opened its sheer, white canopy, and closed it. She enveloped herself within her
ivory sheets and allowed sweet slumber to take her.


            The
queen had slept for about two hours, unthe hhe hour of bewitchment, before a
mild breeze blew through the castle windows. It seemed almost to breathe the
word “Sephiroth” as it caressed the expensive linens of the royal
bed and ruffled the silken canopy. It blew again a little more forcefully and
lifted up the bed’s veil so as to caress the queen’s creamy
complexion. Again, the wind seemed to whisper, “Sephiroth…”

            Roused
by the wind’s echoing whistles, Ovelia rose from her bed to close the
curtains in her chamber. She walked across her large quarters to each of the
five windows grasping the burgundy, velvet curtains by their edges and pulling
them together. When Ovelia had finished doing so, she walked back a bit
languidly towards her bed to resume her slumber. However, before she opened the
bed’s canopy, the gentle current became a violent gale that made the
curtains flutter high above the ground and her long blonde hair part against
her back, hovering above the soft, cotton-filled mattress. It died down
suddenly, turning into a whispering wind again that continued to billow.

            Ovelia
turned towards her bed but took a moment to look back at the window again to
reassure herself of any mishaps that might have occurred. When she reverted to
facing her bed once again, a pair of mysterious green eyes appeared beyond the
opposite canopy. Startled, yet curious, Ovelia opened the misty veils to see
who or what possessed those sea-green orbs.
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            “Who
are you? What are you? Reveal
yourself immediately!” Ovelia demanded in a low yet regal voice that
seemed slightly frightened.

            “My
dear, sweet Ovelia…” a deep, familiar, masculine voice trailed
richly through the nR’s balmy air. “You should know very well
who I am,” the voice continued with a slight wryness to it.

            “How
could I possibly know you? Do you honestly expect me to know who you are from
your voice alone?” said Ovelia, trying to make some sense in what he was
saying to her just now.

            “But
don’t you remember? We have met before…” the enigmatic voice
said ethereally.

            “We
have?” Ovelia raised her left eyebrow and cocked her head to the right in
bemusement. “When? Where? And given that you refuse to reveal your face,
I cannot say that I have ever made your acquaintance nor can I produce a name
to accompany that face, for that matter.” She said, regaining a bit of
her regality. Ovelia was hoping for a response from this strange entity, but
all she heard was silence. “Please…answer me,” she said with
eager curiosity.

            He
remained silent for a moment just to let the mystery dwindle on a little
longer. And finally, he decided to give his queen the answer she so desired.
“Once upon a dream,” he spoke slowly in a smooth and seductive
tone.

            “Once
upon a dr—” Ovelia began to say as enlightenment finally crept
through her. “No… Dear God! You can’t be!” she gasped,
putting both her hands over her mouth.

            “Isn’t
it amazing what mortal females dream about? Even the most…faithful ones?” he said
sarcastically with a slight laugh.

            “I
had no desire for that dream nor did I have any control over it. But, I still
hold guilt in my heart for having such…such,” Ovelia began
stuttering, searching for the right words to use.

            “An
erotic and pleasurable reverie?” He found the words for her.

            “Yes,”
she whispered her answer and stared at the mattress in embarrassment.

            “But
you see, Ovelia, you do have control over the dreams you have,” said the
voice matter-of-factly.

            “What
are you talking about?” Her inquiring gaze met his eyes again.

            “Remember
the time when…what was his name again? Ah, yes, Delita went to Zarghidas Trade City,
and you snuck out of the castle to explore the town for the first time?”
he asked.

            “Yes…what
about it?” Ovelia said, while thinking at the same time: How did he know about my little excursion
about town? She tried to find a liaison between what he just mentioned and
her dreams.

            “Well,
do you recall buying a particular item from an old crone?” the phantom
inquired slyly.

            “The
mandrake oil…YOU! You were the old woman who sold it to me! You are the
one who gave me that dream! And…are you not the one whom I have been
dreaming about ever since I used the oil!?” Ovelia screamed angrily in
accusation.

            “Indeed,
I am all of those beings. And every time you used that oil, you remembered to
put only one drop in, just like I told you to administer. But mortals have
flaws, even royalty such as yourself. So, I knew it would be just a matter of
time before you’d mistakenly administer two drops instead of one. One
drop would only give you a subconscious vision of me, but two
drops…well…you just found out didn’t you?” He ended his
words in an almost sinful manner.

            “No,
I can’t have anymore dreams of you! No! Why are you doing this to
me!?” Ovelia shouted. She quickly walked over to the bed and took the
bottle of mandrake oil in her hand, raising it up in a fashion where she was
about to smash it to the chamber’s rugged, cold ground.

            “It’s
too late, Ovelia. You have already summoned me, and ridding yourself of the
bottle will do nothing to stop your thoughts about me,” he articulated
confidently, as his crystalline eyes mysteriously turned to her.

            Ovelia
set the oil back down on the bath’s edge. She paced back tentatively to
where she stood before.

            “You
know you cannot deny your desire for me, Ovelia. You know what you want.”
Ovelia stood there, pondering over his words in silence. “And when was
the last time Delita gave you the pleasure I did that short moment ago?”
the phantasm’s eyes seemed to glow as he asked her.

            “If
what you want to know is if Delita is beginning to bore me, then…”
Her eyes shifted frantically left to right, right to left, and back again, not
wanting to finish her answer. “Yes, he is.” The truth escaped her
mouth before she was knew it, but she continued to confess her suppressed
frustration. “All he ever thinks about now are himself and his duties as
a king. Though I may lay beside him in sleep, the last time he intimately
shared this bed with me was exactly one year ago, on our wedding
night…” her voice trailed off. “Despite all of that, I am his
wife and I do love him dearly!” Ovelia admitted with a vexed tone as she
stared into the shimmering green eyes.

            “Of
course you do, my dear.” Sarcasm filled his voice as he said it.

            “And
one more thing, you still haven’t told me your name yet!” Ovelia
demanded.

            “Au
contraire, mon belle chéri. I have very well done so,” he said
seductively again.

            “Se-Sephiroth…?
Is that your name?” inquired Ovelia, losing the commandeering tone she
had before.

            “Yes,
my name is indeed Sephiroth,” he clarified with her.

            “And
I presume you are not mortal either?” Ovelia asked with much curiosity.

            “That
is of no consequence, but if you must know…no, I am not human. What I am
is of no concern to you.” Sephiroth said in a guarded tone.

            “Why
can’t you tell me?”

            “I
just can’t.”

            “But
why!?” she implored, trying to find out everything she could about this
unknown being before her.

            “No,
Ovelia. I am sure there are things that I would like to know about you that you
would never reveal to me.” Not that
I don’t know everything about you already. “But this is my
secret that I will never unravel to
you, my love.” His last words seemed to be spoken in unison with another
voice – one that resounded through her mind as though she had heard it
everyday for the past few years. Peculiar…hmm.

            “Very
well,” said Ovelia submissively. “May I at least see your face
while I am awake? I feel very uncomfortable engaging in an intercourse with a
pair of green eyes behind my canopy,” she said with slight humor.

            Instantly,
the emerald eyes vanished into the thick veil of darkness. Where did he go? Her
eyes circled about her bed and canopy. She turned around and was startled by a
man who stood before her – the same luscious man who was in her dreams.
Except, Sephiroth was fully clothed in a large-sleeved, ebony silk robe tied
about the waist by a black sash and she saw his face for the first time under
the moonlight – handsome beyond compare, almost godly. Ovelia gasped as
she was surprised by his presence.

            “I…”
Ovelia started, wanting to express her astonishment.

            Sephiroth, no…not Ovelia.

            “Shhh…”
Sephiroth put two fingers on her soft, tender lips to silence her. He smiled
and had to bend over a bit to kiss her, as he was at least half a foot taller
than Delita. He grabbed her by the waist with his strong hands as his lips met
hers passionately several times. No, this
isn’t right. I can’t.

            Don’t look into his eyes…

            Ovelia’s
heart yielded against him, but her body surrendered to his embrace. She wrapped
her arms around him tightly, afraid he’d release her. Briefly, Ovelia put
her lustful actions to a halt and held Sephiroth’s face in her hands,
staring into his captivating eyes, trying to find out who he really was. She
yearned for him now, her bodily desires overpowering her sense of rationality. But it has been too long…

            No…

            “Ah…Sephiroth…”
Ovelia sighed with a low moan as he kissed her neck. Sephiroth took one hand
off her waist and opened the canopy. He bent over her a little more, pivoting
Ovelia’s back towards the pillows and putting his knee on the sleek,
white linens. Ovelia fell onto the bed, her head cushioned by the ivory
pillows, locked in a kiss. His body was like a towering shadow and his long
silver hair a glistening veil over her petite body. He ran his hands all over
her figure, which was covered by her satin night shift. She shuddered as he did
this. Licking the roof of her mouth and gliding han hand under her slip, he put
his fingertips at the wet, gasping sheath. “Ah…” Ovelia moaned
as he kissed her scarlet cleavage. Sephiroth gathered the hem of her slip and
stripped her of the garment, throwing it to the ground. He worked his way down
to her nether mouth leaving his silky hair to adorn Ovelia’s slender
body. His mouth explored her moist sex as he reached up to massage her soft,
warm breasts. She moaned again and cried in endless passion, grasping the
pillows beside her head with her hands.

            Suddenly,
Ovelia sat up, making the silver hair fall off her body, and lifted
Sephiroth’s chin reluctantly with her right hand. He understood that she
wanted him now, and nevertheless, he wanted to take her just as badly. He
hovered over her once again as she lay back. Sephiroth kissed her violently as
she impatiently ripped open his dark robe, stripped him of it, and cast it on
the floor. Ovelia ran her hands along the pale complexion of his firm, built
chest. As her back arched up against his rippled torso, she felt the tip of his
erect phallus brush against her inner thigh. Peering down, she saw the large,
hard sex her nether mouth was hungering for. Sephiroth spread her bend legs a
bit wider with his left hand and thrust his cock into her gaping sheath. Ovelia
gave a cry of gratifying pleasure as he slowly built up the momentum of his
pumping.

            His
thrusts quickened as he moaned, gliding his unbearably large organ against her
pleasure cleft. Sephiroth drove into her with powerfully cruel thrusts,
groaning each time as he did it. Oh he knew how to pleasure her – opening
her body, mind, and spirit to many knew sensations, but Ovelia wasn’t
fully satiated, not yet anyway.

            “Harder,
my…darling…angel! HARDER!” the youthful queen unknowingly
exclaimed in rampaging lust. Sephiroth withdrew much of his length between each
thrust so he could take her brutally, just as they both wanted.
“Yes!” she cried, writhing under his power. “Show me your
strength!” Ovelia exclaimed as sheted ted up her hips to feel more of the
unending pleasure that was coursing through her veins. Sephiroth’s hair
loomed over both of their faces as they tasted each other’s tongues.
Ovelia lifted her head off the pillow a little and bit his ear ever so gently
as he continued to moan with each of his savage thrusts – hard and
vicious. She came with a loud cry, releasing her long-awaited desire. But
Sephiroth was not going to be finished with her so quickly.

            He
brought her up so he could impale her on his thick organ. She sighed in half
exhaustion but was willing to make use of every moment she had with him.
Sephiroth lifted her waist up and she forcefully bore down on his protruding
phallus. Ovelia’s passion began to resurface as he propelled into her.
She drew his face to her heaving, reddened breasts. He devoured the left one
and lapped at her nipple with his tongue.

            Ovelia
moved Sephiroth’s mouth away from her bosom and sealed her lips on his,
tasting his mouth with her delicate tongue. Spontaneously, she pushed him down
on the bed with both hands and watched his lovely silver hair fan out on the
sheets. As he lay on the bed reveling in his own delicious pleasure, he felt
his queen’s still tight sheath gliding up and down on his full length. He
put his hands on her breasts and kneaded them as she rubbed her palms against
his chest, enjoying the erotic feel of its perfectly chiseled form. She was
sealed against his organ, her nether mouth devouring its massive size again and
again. Sephiroth began thrusting his organ up into her hungry, wet sex. He
jabbed hard at her clitoris, making her moan and say his name at a fairly high
volume. At last, the orgasm flooded him as his hot fluids burst into her
womanhood with a few spastic thrusts. She was nearly exhausted as well and
collapsed on top of him with a satisfied sigh. But after a brief moment, his
organ was still as erect and hard as it was before.

            Just
when Ovelia lifted up her spent body to release herself from him, her
“angel” sat up and gingerly grabbed her hips with his hands.
“Turn around and put your head against the pillows, but stay on your
knees,” he commanded in a soothing tone. Ovelia did as she was told,
resting her head against the satin pillows and slipping her hands under the
cold fabric. He raised her buttocks up to his manhood, nudging the entrance to
her body.

            “Uh…”
he grunted, as his firm organ penetrated her. He held her by the hips and began
grinding his loins against her. Ovelia had never been taken this way before,
and it had felt very strange at first for she was not stirred by his movements.
She let out a small whimper, hoping he would answer her unspoken will. And so,
he responded to her plea by reaching into her sex to find her beating clitoris
and began rubbing and pinching it with his fingers. She felt it then, the surge
of energy welling up from the depths of her bosom that made her gasp in
unbridled bliss. Sephiroth’s thrusts increased in speed, pushing in and
out of her in an almost animalistic fashion, making the bed shake vigorously.
Their bodies were glistening with sweat from the heat of everlasting lust.
Ovelia was lost in all her rapture as he quenched her carnal thirst not knowing
how many times his name had loudly escaped her succulent lips. She came with a
loud cry, utterly exhausted but very deeply fulfilled. Sephiroth came shortly
afterwards, shooting his immortal seed deep into her sheath. He rested himself
on top of her weary body for a few seconds before he kissed the back of her
neck a few times and withdrew his organ from her satiated nether mouth.

            He
had only wanted to recline there for a moment, but Ovelia embraced him before
he hae che chance to sit up and make his exit. Sephiroth decided to retire with
her for the remainder of the night since he was a bit spent and wanted to
regain his energy. Ovelia kissed him lightly on the lips and nuzzled his
shoulders as she laid her head on the pillows. Slowly, she fell asleep in his
arms as he played with her blonde hair. In time, he too fell under
slumber’s nightly spell.

            Ovelia
lazily opened her eyes a few hours later coming to consciousness for but a few
seconds of that day’s dawn. Her vision hazy, a tan muscular young man
with chocolate hair had lain beside her, his limbs thrown wildly about and his
lower cov covered with her sheets. His musky, sultry scent was oddly familiar,
but given her somnolent state, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Her fingers feebly stretched out to feel him but he was a few millimeters too
far from her grasp. Those cean-ean-blue eyes of hers could not keep themselves
from being more than half open and naturally closed to let her sleep on.

            In
a most perverse dream, she saw them – a tangled mess of platinum and
brown hair, cream and tea-colored complexions fused as one.

            “Delita…”
her own distraught voice echoed in whispers within the confines her mind. A
single, shimmering tear wandered across her face and dissipated into the pillow
cover’s iridescent fabric.

Author’s
Notes: Yay! I got my first review!!! ^_^ so
happy! Thank you Gabrielle3 for reviewing my baby. I loved your stories
“The Promise in a Kiss” and “Surrender My Love” –
such a parallel to my 1^st chapter. You should all read it if you
haven’t already!!! I’ll send a review to you once I reread them
again.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed chapter 3…it was
um…yeah…heavy w/ the sex. I honestly don’t know what got into
me. Maybe this story is what got into me. Ever since I started writing this
thing I’ve been talking about sex a LOT.
Hmmm…interesting. Anyway, I hope I didn’t go too overboard with my
sex scene. If you think I’m going just a tad outta line then send me an
email or review & I’ll most likely take your advice into
consideration provided that it’s not a flame.
OK, on with the news on chapter 4. Like I said before, a lot
of things will be revealed as well as another pairing involving Agrias &
her “secret” lover! ^_~ I’m sure we all can guess who that
might be =D. If you can’t then look in the Brave Story section under
“Person” & look for someone who’s 4 years younger than
Agrias…& NO it’s not Delita! Ew! I cannot bear the thought of
MY Delita with Agrias. Although I do see some possible sexual tension between
the 2 since she kinda hates his guts & under no circumstances trusts him
with Ovelia. Well, ‘til next time! Chapter 4 should come out by the end
of the month…hopefully. =) Ciao for now!
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