This was really only written because I had the first three lines in my head and wanted to get them out.
She comes to him in a dream, masquerading as Rinoa. He can tell it is her, for her eyes are burning in a way that he feels Rinoa does not possess. He is trapped into paralysis by those burning eyes, and he wonders for a second who injured her so badly that she needs to take revenge on the whole world. He is not allowed to ruminate past this thought, as Ultimecia suddenly moves. She is right up against him now, teasing him with that smile that Rinoa has not the anger to conjure. Her hand runs along his jacket, his shirt and presses gently against the zipper of his jeans.
His lack of resistance is explained through his fear, and she lays her hand out against his need. Her magic rips his zipper apart and she takes hold of him, pushing her chest to his in satirical supplication. He is so, so helpless as her hand moves slowly over him, stifling gasps in her shoulder. The magic binding him will not give for anything; his hips will not move for more pleasure. She does not touch him in any other place, but for her breasts and singular hand. He is determined not to look up, for if he sees Rinoa's face twisted in that kind of agony, he doesn't think he'll be able to keep it out of his mind.
Her hand quickens slightly and draws his orgasm from him before he realizes he has. Her body heat has caused him to sweat and several drops threaten his eyes. Her magic pulls his head up and his eyes burn as he is forced to look at her. She wipes his come onto his shirt. There is no arousal in her eyes; the anger is as present in them as it had been in the beginning. He is left wondering what her motivation is, even as he wakes.
