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L'amoureux Demon	By : Tennyo Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Tactics Advance Views: 748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
This stuff mostly belongs to what was formerly Squaresoft, now Square-Enix.
Only the ideas I put into this story belong to me�with help of a few special
people. You know who you are!! ^_^ Thanks a lot Chrissy for giving me that
corset idea. Muah! You�re such a genius! Thanks Liz & Nikki for reviewing
this & making sure my writing is �accurate� lol. Well�enjoy everyone!

L�amoureux Demon

Chapter 1 � Les Memoirs de la Reine

�Farewell, Delita.� Ovelia embraced
her husband, the king, and looked up at him with a warm smile.

�Goodbye, love. Worry not, for I
shall return in a fortnight. Take care.� Delita said impassively. He placed a
gentle hand on his queen�s cheek and kissed her brow before mounting his black
stallion.

�Give Ramza my regards,� she said
to him. Delita nodded in response and rode off with a battalion of his men
toward the harbor on a journey to the kingdom of Romanda.

Ovelia stood outside the Zeltennia Castle walls watching Delita�s
silhouette disappear into the distant forest. She gave a slight sigh of grief,
as for the past year that they have been married he has r ler left her side for
such an extended period of time. His past excursions lasted, at most, only five
days long. Her ermine mantel swiveled upon the emerald grass as she turned back
to return inside the titanic, sand-colored Zeltennia Castle.

�Is our
supper prepared, my friend?� The queen turned her attention to her most trusted
bodyguard and best friend, Lady Agrias Oaks.

�Yes, my
queen. Shall I dine with you tonight?� Agrias inquired, as they both made their
way down the dimly lit stone hallway towards the dining hall.

�No, Agrias, not tonight for I
would¹ to be alone. You may dine elsewhere if you wish, Agrias. But
before you leave, tell one of my attendants to prepare my bath water if you
please.� The young queen requested.

�Yes, my queen, if that is your
wish. Allow me to accompany you to the dining hall first.� Agrias said
dutifully. Together they walked down the dark stone hallway.

�Agrias, has the king seemed a
bit�different to you lately?� Ovelia asked nonchalantly.

�Well, if I may speak candidly, he
does seem to pay less attention to you nowadays. His attitude towards the rest
of us here in the castle hasn�t changed really. Still ignorant of us and as
rude as ever to me.�
Agrias bluntly stated.

�I see�� said Ovelia, staring at
the stone floor. Having reached the long, sunlit, high-ceilinged hall, Ovelia
sat down in her elegantly carved oak chair, brimming with whimsical, feathery
curls. Meanwhile, Agrias quickly scanned the quiet room with her eyes and
checked behind the the burgundy velvet window curtains to make sure it was
completely safe for her queen to dine there. �That will be all, Agrias. You may
be excused.� She nodded to the young general.

�Yes, my queen. Enjoy your supper.�
Agrias clasped her fist to her bosom, bowed, and left.

After scarcely eating her would-be
satiating meal of quails� eggs, sourdough bread, chicken, assorted fruits, and
wine, Ovelia headed upstairs to the castle tower where the royal sleeping
quarters were. She climbed the smooth sandstone steps of the spiraling
staircase opposite the hallway to the dining room. Reaching its summit, she
walked down the shadowed hallway to the two-story high, cherry oak-paneled
doors that concealed the royal chamber. The doors echoed through the hallways
as she opened and closed them. On her way towards the dark-stoned bath, she
passed her bed, remembering when she first gave herself to Delita. The moment
went flashing through her mind as she glanced at the bed: two hot bodies
intertwined; the smell of his skin and their sweat in the heat of passion; the
feel of his tanned, muscular body�

Ovelia now reached the stone bath
on the far right of her bed. She stood before the dark pond of water that was
covered with silky smooth red rose petals. The queen�s attendants removed her
clothing slowly, piece by piece beginning with her ermine mantel, then her
long, ivory silken dress that was laced down her spine, followed by her thin
silk slip revealing her womanhood that was covered by dark pubic hairs, as well
as her long, thin, well-defined legs. The attendants then reached for the laces
on Ovelia�s corset, but she turned around and stopped them, grabbing one of
them gently by the wrist. �Please, leave me. I will unlace my own corset.�
Ovelia requested. Her attendants curtsied and left the royal chamber. Turning
to face her mirror, she slowly traced the corset�s laces with her fingers and
began undoing them, trying to remember how Delita did it so enticingly.

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I opened the royal chamber doors
and helped my staggering husband walk towards our mahogany four-poster bed. �I
think you drank a bit too much ale at our celebration tonight. Your face is as
red as a phoenix�s fire! We�d best get you to bed, your drunken majesty.� I
said with a laugh.

�Yes, I should get to bed�� Delita
began to say. �And take you with me as well.� He suddenly stood upright and
closed the doors instantly. I was shocked beyond belief! His tolerance for ale
was higher than I�d expected. But was he�? ��for I am drunk over my love for
you.� Delita pulled me close to him, finishing his sentence seductively, less
than an inch away from my lips. Yes�yes, he was pretending to be drunk for the
past half hour so he could leave the noisy environs of our feast. Why was he so eager to love me so quickly?
�Because he probably hasn�t had a woman in a while? Or perhaps he really�truly did love me. To this day I still cannot
answer those questions�even if he did say he loved me then.

At any rate, he looked at me with
those luscious, dark eyes, boring into my own, wanting to hypnotize me to do
his bidding. If I had not known any better, I would�ve sworn he was the devil
himself tempting me to commit some kind of sin. I had been a bit terrified of
this moment because I had known nothing about the art of love�but, oh what sweet sin it had turned out to be.

He drew me in for my first kiss.
His lips were soft, not rough as I had expected from a warrior such as himself.
The usual upright & royal composure I had held faded away with that single
kiss. I felt a bit dazed at first, for his eyes and lips did in fact hypnotize
me. But soon, that dazed feeling subsided and turned into that of wanting �
that which I came to know later on as lust. He pulled his lips away and stared
into my eyes again. �I love you, Ovelia�� he breathed onto my lips.

�I love you too, Delita.� I
responded and kissed him gently on the lips, trying to pleasure him with my own
lips to the best of my ability. What I said then, I still feel now. I am still
in love with him for he was the only man who had ever treated me like a true
person, not royalty, and showed affection in his eyes for the innocent
20-year-old girl I was at the time, even if he doesn�t show much of that
affection now. It is as difficult to obtain love as it is to cast it away.

He took my hand into his and we
walked over to the bed. My heart was pounding, my whole body shivering with
nervousness and anticipation of what was about to happen in a few moments. I
had noticed that he was a bit uneasy as well. I had thought it odd at first, since
I had often overheard him saying how many women he�s been with to his fellow
knights. But he had told me later that I was the first virgin he�s had and that
he was afraid to hurt me, inevitable as that pain would be.

Delita was still holding my hand as
we stood beside our bed. Being the nervous disaster I was at the moment, I
couldn�t help but stare at the floor and blush. His gloved hand then cupped my
left cheek and he kissed me with utmost passion. It startled me at first, but
he placed both his hands on my shoulder and camecame more relaxed. I returned
his kiss with such fervor that I didn�t know I was capable of having. He kissed
me harder and rougher each time, teasing my mouth with his tongue, enticing me
to do the same, his hands roaming about my back. His kisses trailed down to my
neck and he began his little act of undressing me.

I felt his right hand move to my
upper back and begin to unlace my dress. Slowly, the tension caused by my
layers of clothing began to loosen as his fingers worked their way to free me
of my wedding gown. He tugged at my shoulders a little as our lips met again,
and my dress slid off of me like water, creating a pool of fabric at my feet.
Having felt it unfair that I was the only one in my undergarments, I broke our
kiss and proceeded to remove his silken white shirt and unsheathe his hands
from his satin white gloves. God, looking at his tanned skin and tight muscular
body was already a sin, for there were odd tingling sensations wandering up my
spine. Giving in to temptation and curiosity, I ran my hands along his torso,
which made my desire burn even more. He reached down below my knees and lifted
off my slip. I was only in my corset now. Taking a small step back, those
seductive brown eyes of his roamed the front of my body and I saw the passion
in his eyes. He pulled me close again and undid the laces of my corset slowly
with those expert hands of his, just as he had done with my dress, enjoying his
fill of erotic pleasure, making a low utterance of his state of bliss. I felt
his passion against my lower abdomen, waiting to be satisfied.

My corset was finally loosened and
I was liberated from my daily torture. Delita tossed the cursed thing aside and
pulled away again to get a good look at my naked body. I rested my hands at my
sides and looked to the side, blushing and quivering with innocent bashfulness.
�God, you are so beautiful�� he said breathlessly. He thought I was beautiful,
and as opposed to the many times he�s probably said that to other women, I knew
he meant it. His voice was shaken with desire and his face scarlet with the
feverish aftereffects of the wine; there is no way a man can lie under those
conditions.

Waiting no longer, he quickly
removed his ebony leather boots and his auburn leather pants, revealing his
fully erect manhood. Seeing a fully naked man before me made me feel a bit
terrified, mainly due to the idea of the mesmerizing size of his manhood
fitting into my small body. Please, let
him be a gentle lover tonight. I thought with a sigh.

Delita drew me in by the waist and
I tasted his mouth on mine again. The feel of his velvet skin on mine ignited
within me some strange excitement, as well as an odd sensation in my loins. He
proceeded by gracing my neck with tender kisses, which eventually trailed down
to my breasts. To the innocent little virgin I was at the time, it felt like
heaven. He made me shudder with fear, pleasure, and the desire to feel more all
amalgamated into one entity that provoked the carnal desire out from within me.
I weaved my fingers through his hair, cradling his head, as he held onto my
waist to support me. Then he did something I had never expected�he bit my left
nipple. My body tensed as I moaned with delight, which made him look at me with
devious eyes and curve his lips into devilish smirk. Seeing that I had enjoyed
what he had done, he decided to do it again on my right. He not only bit it
this time but began gently sucking it as well.
Abruptly, he stopped toying with my breast and resumed his trail of
kisses down my abdomen. He paused tentatively at the source of my innocence. I
bit my lip lightly as he stared up at me in lust from below. He parted my legs
a little and devoured me, tracing that expert tongue of his over my point of
passion, making me gasp in excitement and satisfaction. He squeezed my buttocks
as if to warn me of his next move. It was good of him to steady my body, for he
had surprised me again by biting my pleasure point. I think I would�ve fallen
over and let him take me there on the floor if he hadn�t held onto me. He kept
nipping at it until I was overwhelmed with ecstasy and my loins were moist.

Satisfied at his doing, he stood up
and licked his lips, never tearing his eyes away from mine. I caressed his hair
lovingly and kissed him deeply. His lips smiled against mine as he saw his once
virginal princess blossom into the Queen of Ivalice. I began to kiss him again
more ardently. As I heard a low moan escape his lips, I smiled, satisfied at my
own doing. Was it so easy for a woman to
please a man, especially one who has had no prior experience? I thought.
Even to this day I do not know, for I have wit with Delita only. I had
continued to kiss him zealously, wanting to fulfill his enjoyment. My hand
instinctively wandered down to his sex and lightly brushed it with my
fingertips.

�No, no my anxious one�� He said
breathing heavily while smirking at me again and taking my hands into his. �Not
yet.�

Palm to palm, our hands were
pressed together, fingers intertwined. My lips met his as we plummeted onto the
bed, his body landing softly over mine and our hands beside my head atop the
fluffy white pillows. I could feel his hungry phallus at my nether mouth.
Slowly whispering the words, �I love you,� once more, he slowly entered me,
seeming to savor every moment of it. As his organ opened my body, my loins felt
a small amount of pain adjusting to his size. But then, suddenly, he stopped
pushing into me and withdrew himself a little. He kissed my forehead lovingly
and peered down at me for a moment. He lowered his head and kissed me roughly,
and with one quick and hard thrust he had taken my innocence. My back arched
upward as I screamed in pain into his mouth. I felt tears streaming down my
cheeks and droplets of blood trickling down my thighs � the blood of my
maidenhood.

Delita slowly worked me, being as
gentle as possible so as not to hurt me in any way. It did hurt however tho though a thousand little needles were being
driven through my lower body - even if he was being gentle. My muffled cries of
pain did not last forever though. As Delita gradually hastened his pace ever so
slightly, the pain subsided and was replaced a mixture of euphoria and
fulfillment. His large, hard organ was plunging deep inside me, rubbing against
that little nodule of pure ecstasy again and again, and sending shockwaves of
pulsating rapture through me. His pumping turned into faster and faster
thrusts. These sensations were all so new to me. Never had I dreamed of feeling
something so intense, so utterly satiating. I heard the both of us moan and cry
passionately and rhythmically with each other�s movements.

�Oh, God!� I heard myself cry out,
as another wave of pleasure surged through me, making me lose myself in my husband�s�no,
lover�s body. Unbelievably, Delita drove harder and faster into me, almost as
if he were trying to tear me in half. Again, my pleasure reached its peak,
released with a loud and deeply gratified cry. But it seemed as though my king
was not climaxing yet, as his hips were still thrusting against mine, his sex
still as hard as before. So his stamina
on the battlefield had rivaled that of his in bed. I kissed him with a
smirk playing on my lips. I wonder if that is true of all men�

My body was lifted up by his strong
hands so that I could bear down on his still firm organ. He was again brutally
filling up my body, loving me in a way that rivaled even those love stories
I�ve often read of Mars and Venus back at Orbonne Monastery. I did not know that
Delita had such a strong hold on my body, for my little point of pleasure was
beginning to pulsate again.

He placed his mouth on my left
breast and began sucking it again, as he had done before with my right, lashing
his supple tongue at it, nibbling at my nipple. I swung my head back and let my
hair hang down my back as Delita was feeding more intensely on my breast like a
hungry babe. I heard him groan each time he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
He tasted my other breast as I bucked against his chest. I could feel my lust
crescendo as he nursed on my teat. I felt his labored breathing as he rested
his chin on my shoulders.

I could
tell that his passion was near its peak at this point. Still, he continued to
impale me on his hard member until he could not hold on any longer. At last,
with one final thrust and a heavy groan, I felt his hot seed pour into my body.
My back arched and pressed Delita�s face harder to my bosom as I my passion had
reached its limit, crying out my swirled sensations of newly acquired lust and
utter gratification.

He released
himself from me and we fell onto the bed into each other�s arms exhausted,
spent, our bodies utterly wasted from the wine of our love, covered in sweat.
He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face as I giggled at the thought of
what had just transpired. I felt him chuckle as well as I rested my head
against his chest. And to think that I had once loathed this man with so much
fervor withheld in me that I�d give anything to see him die. Well, now I can
only say that his once cold heart died at my hands, at the expense of my
passion, and that the moment we shared had never been so perfect, so right. I
looked up at Delita as he pulled the sheets over us. And sooner than I had
expected, I fell asleep in my new lover�s arms.

Author�s Note:

¹�I would�tonight.� The �would� here means the
same thing as �wish�. The word was used in this manner in Elizabethan times. Go
check one of Shakespeare�s plays if you don�t believe me. I think it�s
somewhen ermine is�o.O�Anyway, it�s a really expensive fabric used in making
royal robes. There, now you know =).

Again, thanks for reading everyone! I hope this meets up to
all your expectations. Forgive me if my title seems a little strange. I got the
word amoureux from The Lovers card in
my Tarot deck. I thought it meant �lover�. However, it just dawned on me, when
I looked up amoureux, that it meant
�a man in love�. But I wanted it title to mean �lover�, not a person in love. I
may change the title a little sometime soon once someone is kind enough to tell
me the true meaning of
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