Disclaimer: To own these individuals would be pure bliss. Alas, it cannot be so. Damn.
Mystic: My first drabble/request fic! Yes, I'm writing a drabble fic showcasing the wonderful Kuja/Hilda pairing. Ideas and requests are loved! Yes, a lemon starts it out, but let's not make smut the central theme, okay? These oneshots can take place either during or after ff9.
Everything she had been taught, everything she had been told about decency and morals had gone straight out the window. Her strict upbringing just flew out of the airship window and crashed to the rocky ground below, exploding into pieces of anything that would involve adulterous affairs.
No, this was not an adulterous affair. It was simply giving in to temptation. Temptation that wore a miniscule loincloth and silver armor. His name was Kuja, a wizard of unsurpassed ability and power, and Lady Hilda of Lindblum has found herself in his bed more often than she could count. Had it been that many times that he plundered her body, giving her emotions of lust that left her trim body nearly drunk with ecstasy? To where her entire form craved the feel of him bearing down over her and that most important part inside her, plunging deeply to her inner being?
Aye; many, many times.
No guilt escaped her though. Her husband had the adulterous affairs. Streetwhores, mistresses, you name it. Kuja originally was just a single man she lay with to assure herself about her own beauty and sensuality. The Silver Wizard found Lady Hilda more than attractive and breathtakingly beautiful. She was a skilled sorceress in her own right and he felt, the perfect woman to warm his bed at night.
And now, again she found herself wrapped in his embrace. They hadn't even tumbled onto his much-used bed yet. His hands whispered across the small of her back, slowly scrunching up the sheer nightshift that hid the body he loved to touch. The fabric smoothly fell to the floor and was soon followed by his trademark loincloth and armor. Kuja tightened his hold on the golden sorceress, not ever wanting to let her leave.
Only when Hilda was around did the Silver Wizard feel like a normal man. It was through her that Kuja could forget everything Garland spoke of.
His mouth roamed freely over her satin skin, tracing the curves of her face before letting his tongue rest on her panting mouth. Such a gentle touch the masculine mage used; his calloused hands whispering along her curves.
"Kuja," Hilda moaned with a breath as her silver lover gently lay her down among his satin sheets. How did this powerful sorcerer become so skilled with a woman's body? Just one swirl of his tongue was enough to send shockwaves throughout her core. He somehow knew what made her body tick and explode with intensity.
Kuja was teasingly slow with his entrance. One hand cradled the back of her golden tresses while the other moved upward along her leg, prompting her to wrap her lower limbs around his waist. His thrusts were shallow to start with, but every few strokes delved deeper inside until at last, he buried his length fully into her.
Their tongues danced upon each other's skin before meeting to swirl around together. She lifted her hips to take her magical lover even further inside her dripping core. Her most special of areas was still deliciously moist from the previous coupling earlier in the day. Sex with Kuja was frequent and longlasting; loving and near enlightening.
Quite the opposite from the too-quick coitus that cheating Cid gave her.
Hilda's moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and more wanton as Kuja's thrusts came harder and wondrously faster. He relished in the feel of her petite hands manuevering across his back, her nails lightly scraping his muscles. His warm mouth lingered upon her own, occasionally drifting down either side of her slender neck. Just the right amount of suction would leave a tell-tale bruise of glorious lovemaking.
The feel of his mouth, his hands, and his toned form was often too much for the proper woman to bare. Her feminine form could only take so much before it would erupt in the sensuous orgasm Kuja loved to give her.
Garland's genome would be the first to admit; sex only felt good when the woman was receiving her pleasure. With a few well-skilled thrusts, Kuja had Hilda gasping and wildly undulating underneath him. His hot seed filled her being, fueled by the feel of her nails digging deeper into his skin and her legs clenching tighter around him.
Strange, laying beside this powerful wizard after a round of mindblowing lovemaking, Lady Hilda never felt more safe or more loved. No complaints left her though. Smiling, Hilda lay her head against his chest, drifting off into a slumber spent by sultry satisfaction.
Mystic: Well? Was the smut well-written? Leave a review and a request if you please. See you in the next chapter!