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Nectar from Eden (Final Fantasy VIII)	By : Streti Category: Final Fantasy VIII > General Views: 4033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nectar from Eden - part 4

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

The training center of the Balamb Garden was a somewhat gloomy place. The internal weather was tropical, hotter than even the day climate of the summer in the Balamb region. Or it might have been the humid atmosphere which made it feel hotter. The moisture also carried many pungent smells of the exotic plants in the training center. Yet, somehow, Rinoa always felt like it was autumn in the training center. Hot and humid autumn, which made Rinoa leave behind her vest, only clad in her black top, dark blue miniskirt and black shorts.
"You didn't need to follow me."
"Well, yeah, but..." she replied to Squall, who turned to face her. His face was stern, but he couldn't keep it that way for long when he saw her, and a cheerful smile wiped his frown away.
"You're not properly equipped. You don't have any GFs," he continued.
She grabbed his arm and praised, "But you'll keep me safe, right?"
Squall grunted with thought, he could do that. They had been fucking long into the night, and then continued in the morning. Yet, he did not feel tired. It would be a long day, and he thought a run through the training center could help him catch some sleep before they left on the Ragnarok for Deling City in the late evening.
Rinoa knew what troubled him as well. Flying through the night, they would arrive in Deling just at nightfall. That would be their best chance for sleep before the meeting with Ashton Merrow the following day. It would all have been much easier if they could use Sleep spells, but unfortunately, the magical sleep was empty and unrewarding, not at all restorative.
GFs occupied a part of the brain and weakened memory as a side effect, so Squall had restricted their use to an absolute minimum. Quistis with her two GFs was an exception: most SeeDs were only allowed to have one now. After peace had returned, there was no need to strain anyone with the burden of three GFs or even more. He wasn't even sure about Selphie and her experiments with Eden. Just how much time was she spending with the powerful GF?
Since Rinoa wasn't a SeeD, Squall hadn't permitted her to have even one. After all, she did have her latent Sorceress powers. That was his outspoken explanation, but Rinoa knew he was trying to protect her from the GFs' detrimental effect. Even so, since the SeeDs she knew didn't seem to be completely brain-dead, she had argued about the issue with Squall. He had remained stubborn.
"This is where we were on our first date, remember?" said Rinoa.
"Date?" he asked.
"Yes!" she said with a smile. "Back when Garden first started moving and everything."
"Oh, yeah. Guess so," said Squall.
He went through a door into the left side chamber of the training center, and Rinoa followed.
"No! Rinoa, stay there!" he shouted, but it was too late. She entered the scene to see a massive T-Rexaur roaring some distance beyond Squall. The T-Rexaur was the most fearsome creature in the training center. Raised from eggs brought from the "Island Closest to Hell", as it was called, the T-Rexaurs in the training center still retained their terrifying innate strength and resilience, even if they were tamer than the creatures in the wild. As a safety measure, the door wouldn't open again this soon, and even though Rinoa would have wanted to take Squall's advice, she didn't really have any other choice but to try and invoke her Sorceress powers. Squall, meanwhile, cast a powerful Blizzaga spell at the dinosaur. A huge block of ice encapsulated most of its body, and it growled loudly in pain, but it survived the attack, and lunged at Squall when the ice broke into small shards, which quickly disappeared into nonexistence.
"Rinoa! Watch out!" exclaimed Squall as he darted out of the T-Rexaur's way, but Rinoa was too concentrated in trying to draw out the spells from her subconscious. The T-Rexaur slashed at her with its claws, but just barely. Plunging his gunblade into its throat, Squall stopped the monstrosity's motion, and triggering the charges of the weapon, finally put it at its end. He quickly moved away as the T-Rexaur collapsed down. At the same time, Rinoa took a hand to her chest, where the T-Rexaur's claw had drawn blood.
"You're injured," Squall realized. "Let me--"
"No. I can handle it." She could at least do that much. Invoking a Cure spell, a restorative energy filled her body, and soon focused on her chest, sewing shut the opened gashes. In a second, it looked like she hadn't had any wounds at all, except that one side of her black top had broken, hanging down and exposing a generous amount of the round curve of her left breast. She saw that Squall noticed it, and smiled at him with a tinge of admonishment in her eyes.
Squall, still heaving from the battle, said, "That Ambrosiac Nectar! Even now, seeing you like that, I want to--"
"I know," she replied. "I feel it too." After she had drank the Nectar, she had felt more lusty than usual, even despite all the times she and Squall had made love after it and all the time that had passed. Maybe it wasn't the Nectar, but Squall as well had been more willing than usual. And even now, in the monster-filled training center, she felt her urges getting the better of her. Actually, the place seemed to excite her even more. The idea of doing it in public, not with Irvine and Zell and Selphie, but in a place where any passerby could see them, in somewhere dangerous, excited her beyond reason.
"Squall," she said, and lowered the torn half of her top to reveal her full breast. He sheathed his gunblade quickly, and she could see the desire reflected in his eyes. Then they both rushed at each other, soon locking into a kiss. Squall pressed ever tighter onto her, with force, and eventually she had to step back. She realized Squall was guiding her to do just that, so she backed away, and Squall followed, their lips and tongues darting back and forth all the time, until she hit the metal wall.
Squall broke their kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their tongues for a second, and seeing the yearning in his eyes made Rinoa feel even warmer. Suddenly he pulled down the other strap of her black top, and peeled the now flimsily attached material down, exposing her breasts completely. Rinoa only managed a sudden yelp before he kissed her again, hungrily, while he groped her full tits and kneaded her nipples with his thumbs.
Now Rinoa broke the kiss, breaking another strand of saliva when she practically dove down to her knees, and just as quickly, she was unzipping his leather pants.
"Always ready," she intoned sensually, fishing Squall's erection from his briefs and through the opened fly. "And hard already... slp," she said, kissing a drop of precum from the head.
"Rinoa, take it in your mouth. I don't care if anybody comes."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?" she teased, taking her hand down his shaft and stretching his foreskin further down from the head. "A bunch of the sexy instructors working under you, coming in together and seeing the headmaster's hard cock, then taking turns to suck and fuck my own Squally-poo..?" She felt his cock get harder under her touch, its veins growing more defined with each pulse.
"Ahh... and where would you be? Getting fucked by five battle-hardened SeeDs in their uniforms and making them come all over you?" heaved Squall in response.
"Mm... maybe," she said, and closed her mouth over Squall's meat. She moved slowly at first, wrapping her lips around the head and lathering it with her tongue while stroking the shaft, enjoying his manly taste and hardness. She gradually increased the speed, not entirely intentionally as she got more excited with the blowjob, moving around more, swinging her hair a little and looking up at Squall, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.
When he wasn't looking at her, he was looking hazily around. The training center was quiet for now, and he wanted to keep it that way, so he reached out in his mind, and despite the distraction of Rinoa licking the underside of his cockhead, he managed to gain his GF's protection from monster encounters.
"Mm... come for me, Squall... -slp- I want your cum," uttered Rinoa between handling Squall's crimson red erection, lathered shiny wet all around with saliva and precum. With the monster threat gone, he relaxed and put his hands softly around Rinoa's head while enjoying the pleasures of her rapid sucking, just letting go and relishing the feeling of her mouth and of getting head in the public training center. There was some foliage to their side, covering them from the door, so even if somebody came, with some luck they might be safe.
"Oh, Rinoa, I'm going..." he rasped after a while. She answered just with a cock-muffled mutter, and her mouth was going so eagerly back and forth over his cock that it took her a while to slip off from him. By then, it took only a few rapid strokes to make him groan, and his cock spasm, jetting the first of his hot load all across the right side of Rinoa's face, making her yelp in surprise. Due to her stroking, the next loads of thick white seed flew all over her hair and forehead, splattering the locks over her forehead into her skin. With her eyes closed, and cum running over the other, she tried to aim the rest on her luscious lips, but while some met their mark, most of it just splattered all over her face, chin and below, splashing her chest with the last of Squall's copious load, not fast enough to spurt on her face but instead to drip on her tits.
Squall had been groaning and gritting his teeth through his ordeal, managing a couple of short peeks, but he was mostly focused on enduring the thundering pleasure rocking his body and mind. Now he was catching his breath and recovering, his cock resting in Rinoa's hold, still hot and hard, with its veins filled with pure pleasure, and he just barely managed to open his eyes. Rinoa was looking back at him, a hazy expression on her cum-splattered face. There were strands of white semen in her black hair, some plastering her locks into her forehead, and more splashes of sperm all over her face, from her eyebrows to cheeks. Some was dripping from her pink lips into her mouth, and thick strands of spunk were drooling down from her chin and dripping all over her breasts. Her chest was a mess of jizz, wet from all the white spooge adorning her full curves and nipples, and seeping into the broken black top or running over it.
"Hahh... I needed that," he uttered.
Wordlessly, the cum-covered Rinoa stood up, and Squall instantly pressed his hands on the wall around her, and rushed in for a sloppy, cummy kiss, wetting his own face with the sperm all over her face. Then she grabbed his slimy, barely softened cock again.
"And Squall... I need you to fuck me."
Squall eyed her messy GF, the mostly non-magical kind, then the environment of the training center, where more monsters waiting to be beaten lurked in their semi-artificial lair.
"Oh, fuck it," he remarked.
"No, fuck ME," said the sperm-splattered Rinoa, with a mischievous smile on her cum-covered face.
Squall didn't reply, he just threw his gunblade and jacket to the ground and quickly pulled up his t-shirt, exposing his lean, muscled upper body to Rinoa's appreciative eyes.
"Put this on," he said and gave the t-shirt to Rinoa. She did as told, pulling up the broken black top to cover her slimy tits as best as she could, and then putting on the t-shirt. It didn't do much. Her breasts bulged against the tight t-shirt, almost spilling out from the low cut, and it created an ample cleavage, glistening with Squall's semen. His jizz clung to the white fabric, turning it partially see-through, and made it stick to Rinoa's round curves. She looked a like a cumslut begging for another round, which she was, and now Squall was bare-chested too.
"Better than nothing," said Squall.
"Is it?" teased Rinoa.
He put his jacket back on, and she got a moment to admire Squall's look in the jacket without a shirt, before he zipped it up.
"Let's get back to my quarters."
Even on the short way back to Squall's apartment, Rinoa drew looks and aroused whispers from the passing students and staff, but she just kept smiling as Squall escorted her. With each look and whisper, her pussy got even wetter.
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They kissed and groped their way through the new corridor in the first basement, all the way to the Headmaster's apartment. The room lighting increased automatically when they entered, Squall kissing Rinoa's neck hungrily as she caressed the lump in his pants. They hastily kicked off their footwear, then moved further into the room. Then Squall pushed her forcefully against the bedroom door, and quickly threw off his jacket, naked from the waist up again. Rinoa didn't have enough time to admire his physique before he lunged at her lips again, pressing her against the door as he fumbled to find the door panel. In the middle of their deep kiss he did, and the door slid out from behind Rinoa, and she stumbled backwards into the bedroom, caught by Squall. The bedroom lighting also lit up when they entered.
"Mmh... leave them on?" asked Rinoa, as Squall groped her tits through the cum-stained t-shirt and top. In the light of the room, it was easier again to see the remains of sperm on her face, breasts and hair.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Squall... take me now!" she pleaded.
Without a word, he pushed her on the bed, still unmade from the morning and the sheets unchanged. Now Rinoa got a good look of her half-clothed SeeD Headmaster, as he approached and slipped his fingers under her dark blue miniskirt, to pull her black shorts down. He folded the miniskirt twofold onto itself and uncovered her panty-clad butt, looking at her hungrily, then pulled the shorts the rest of the way down. On her light blue, frilly panties, there was a large wet patch over her pussy. She moaned just from him touching it, and waited with bated breath as Squall proceeded to take off her panties, uncovering her black-haired pussy to the open air of the bedroom. Even she could smell her own heady scent, but Squall sniffed her wet panties, looking at her, then threw them aside.
"Ass up now," he said, and she instantly rolled over and got on all fours on the bed, looking eagerly back at Squall, but he was already behind her, and she just heard the sound of his zipper, followed by the sensation of him entering her.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, and pressed her face to the sheets, the coating of cum rubbing off onto them.
Squall also grunted in pleasure as he fucked her, clad in nothing but his leather pants and socks, his cock sinking deep into the wet and tight embrace of her flesh again and again. He could never get tired of her passionate moans, her pure joy and pleasure ringing so clear in them, and neither could he get tired of her beauty, her round buttocks under his hands, or the way she wrapped into herself and against the bed as his shaft penetrated her hot sheath.
What track of time they had left was lost, immersed in the incredible bliss their joining brought them, all the rest of the world lost to them in that bedroom with subdued aquatic decoration on the walls, until Rinoa's moans grew so desperate that she had to bite the sheets, and bang the bed with her arm, as Squall banged her with his ram, and her pussy spasmed around him, trying to milk him for his seed, until she rested her hand on the bed, and lifted her head up, exhausted. She looked at Squall, her face a vision of ecstacy, of surrender, of love, and of lust. Her eyes went from his halted loins to his keen eyes, and she opened her slack mouth slightly more.
Looking at his spent lover and her expression, Squall pulled out his slimy tool, and Rinoa pulled herself further on the bed and lay on her back, then she grabbed a couple of pillows to support her head. When Squall got on the bed, she trailed a finger across her lips, then opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. He straddled her, his throbbing cock jutting from his leather pants and hovering over her face, before he slapped the hard meat on her features, and then fed it into her mouth, letting her taste her own aroma. He quickly got up to pace, fucking her face with the same rhythm he had at her pussy.
Rinoa could hardly keep up, his engorged organ invading her mouth and throat, making her gasp for air and drool from the corners of her mouth as Squall's leather pants pressed against her lips, and she loved it. She let her hands wander on his naked upped body, helplessly looking up at him as he rammed himself down her throat, a firm hold on her black hair. When he pulled out, she breathed in hungrily, and then he went back in again. The look of lust on his face only intensified as he rammed her willing mouth, and Rinoa loved watching him.
"I'm going to ruin your top," he said finally, and pulled out.
"It's already ruined," she said after a gulp of air. "And your t-shirt?"
"I've got more."
"Then go for it," said Rinoa with a smile.
Squall turned around, giving Rinoa a view of his lean back and leather-clad butt, then he inserted his saliva-sloppy erection into her cleavage. He took hold of her ample boobs, pressed tightly together by the t-shirt, and started fucking the tight cleft between her mounds.
"You like the outfit?" she asked, talking to Squall's butt.
"Y-yeah," he answered, thrusting between her tits. "It looks -hnngh- good on you."
"And your cum? Does it look good on me?"
"Maybe... ahhh... we'll poll all the students and -huff- staff that saw you to find out," he replied. Rinoa laughed.
Then Squall roared like a lion, and thrust his hard-on even deeper into Rinoa's cleavage. His rock hard semen shooter spasmed between her slick breasts, and pumped his jism in a continuous torrent wherever it would go in the tight confines between her skin, the black top and the t-shirt. His loins moved instinctively to fuck her tits as he came, spreading his cum around even more, and Rinoa could feel the pulsing of his hot rod as he ejaculated wantonly into her clothes. A warm slimy feeling spread around the torn top and her breasts, and she could imagine Squall's thick white sperm flooding over the black fabric and sticking to her titties, and the rest of his copious pearly slime seeping into the t-shirt. She felt incredibly messy.
"Gimme that cummy cock," she said loudly to Squall's butt, and he withdrew his spent dick from between her tits and cum-soiled clothes, then lowered the jizz-dripping spent penis to her lips. She took the slightly softened member to her mouth, and licked it clean, relishing the familiar taste of his seed.
Squall bent down, and lapped her wet pussy with his tongue, upside down. She purred with pleasure and renewed lust, and kept sucking and suckling on his piece. Soon it was hardening in her mouth again, without going fully soft in between. So he kept pleasuring his rigid meat with her mouth, breathing as well as she could, and enjoyed the strong probes of Squall's tongue on her wet folds and eager button. All the while she felt the slimy wetness spread in her clothes around her breasts. It made her even more excited to suck his cock, and she wondered if he could see or feel it in her pussy. Soon it wasn't enough for her to have his engorged organ in her mouth. She spit it out, coated with saliva, and it rested against her cheek, or rather, pressed hard against her cheek.
"Let me be on top for a change," she said, now mostly to the crotch of his pants.
He quickly rose up, and then got completely off Rinoa, and the bed.
"You're making me sound so commanding," said Squall, as he was taking off his pants.
"Aren't you? Sometimes?" she argued.
"It's just to get--"
"--to get things done," finished Rinoa, and giggled. Squall looked at her, nonplussed, then he smiled a little. Rinoa almost didn't notice because she was taking note of how his dick looked even bigger now that he had his pants and briefs off.
Now completely nude, Squall got back on the bed, cock pointing at the ceiling. "Ok, now I command you to get on top of me."
"Yes, sir Headmaster sir!" said Rinoa, mock seriously, and did a SeeD salute, waving her arm around way too much.
She straddled her BF, and lowered herself onto his hard penis, sending waves of satisfaction through both of them. Looking at Squall sensually, she started rocking back and forth, and he smiled back at her. There was a big wet splotch in the t-shirt now, and Squall grabbed the cut of the shirt, pulling down forcefully. The fabric tore around the splotch, until the suddenly much deeper cut went all the way down to Rinoa's dark blue miniskirt, and she could feel her heart pounding faster. Squall spread the flaps of the torn t-shirt away from the torn black top, not even covering her breasts anymore. The black fabric was now stained white with his seed, and hung loosely against the t-shirt which no longer supported it, or her ample bust. He cupped her breasts, and she started riding him faster as he squeezed and fondled them and twirled her nipples with his thumbs. Then he rose up, to kiss, suckle and lick her boobs and their sweet nubs, and her, pulling her head down to his.
Suddenly Squall lifted her up and put her down on the bed, and quickly re-inserted his hot sword back into her empty sheath.
"Enough time at the top. Don't want you getting cocky," said Squall.
"Then stop cocking me," said Rinoa and wrapped her arms around him.
"Never," said Squall and kissed her, then proceeded to pound her pussy even harder.
Rinoa was soon mewling as her BF fucked her relentlessly, thrusting his meat into her like they had been two weeks apart, occasionally kissing her or groping her breasts, jiggling free without the torn and semen-drenched top and t-shirt restraining them. His naked skin was slick with a sheen of sweat, and Rinoa was a vision of lust, her expression a blissful sensual surrender.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged, but didn't mind when Squall barely picked up his speed any more, just grunting and gasping heavily as he drove hard into her, his kisses hungry and sloppy, his gropes of her breasts and ass rough and eager.
"Oh Hyyyyyyyyyyne!" yelled Rinoa, and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Squall. She gave him kiss after kiss, in rapid succession, before she just started moaning into the air, the unrelenting sexual force of her climax washing over her again and again, her body rocking against his, until she quietened down, and settled down, and they rested there like that in the near silence of heavy breathing, pressing tightly against each other, Rinoa in overwhelming bliss.
After a while, Rinoa looked amorously at Squall, and they kissed, kissed, and kissed again.
"Ready for more?" asked Squall, with a boyish grin.
Rinoa's eyes widened. "You didn't!-- I didn't realize..." she said, her eyes glowing and cheeks flushed. "Um... maybe something else?" she said and lifted her legs up, then lowered them onto the bed. Squall nodded at her with a satisfied expression, then rose up and pulled out from her swollen, dripping wet pussy. Even that almost made her swoon.
She lifted her legs back up, and Squall took hold of them, then pressed his sloppy cock between her soft thighs. He started fucking her thighs, and she idly caressed her breasts and nipples as she watched his swollen red cockhead appear and disappear in the cleft between her much lighter skinned legs. All the while she was aware that his thick white cum could erupt out of there at any second, and all over her.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"Unnh... yes," he replied.
"Better than my pussy?"
"No," he replied. She giggled at his terseness. It even continued into his climax. He just let out a deep groan, "Hngggh!" and pushed his cock hard between her thighs, and barely made any sound as he came. But Rinoa could see the pleasure on his face, his eyes shut, and she had the front row seat to the show of his cum-spewing one-eyed monster. It looked like none of it was going to hit her face, so she watched with wide open eyes as Squall ejaculated all over her upper body. Countless spurts of thick white spooge shot out from his twitching cock, and she could feel the ones that landed on her skin, but she couldn't keep up with how much of it landed on what remained of her clothes. The cum-soaked, torn black top and t-shirt got their ample share, but also the dark blue miniskirt, which had so far stayed relatively clean, was now battered with ropes of sticky white sperm. Rinoa had known it was going to happen eventually.
Her breasts also got coated with countless strands of jizz, soon running all over her heaving bosom. She absent-mindedly played with the sticky stuff, and got her hand dirty with fresh cum too. At least her hair had been spared this time. If this kept up, the white streaks in her black hair would soon overcome the brown highlights.
With shudders and feeble gasps, Squall came down from his high, and the last of his load was dripping from his cock between her thighs onto the now cum-drenched dark blue miniskirt. The torn black top was now completely splattered with white seed, and the t-shirt was by now just a torn cumrag on the front. Her full boobs were covered with spunk, and she was tasting Squall's latest batch from her fingers. When she had licked them clean, she had an amused smile on her face.
"Ohhhhhh... I'm so filthy..." she moaned, looking at Squall.
"Uggh... You're so sexy," he growled, then let go of her legs and collapsed next to her on the bed. She turned to him, kissed him and hugged him tightly, her cummy boobs and jizz-soaked clothes pressing against his naked skin.
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