[This chapter is dedicated to my friend Hitomi, who would've held a gun to my head to get this updated if she had to!
IceTsuki: New fans are always loved, hope you like this chapter even more!
xRainbowNinjax: No I am not a Tidus x Yuna supporter, not in the slightest. I can promise you Tidus and Yuna will barely see eachother in this fic. That's just how it is. xD]
Yuna let out a startled cry at the sharp pain of his bite, "St-stop!" she wriggled underneath him, attempting to move as far away from him as possible, which unfortunately for her was mere centimetres. He almost obediently stopped his nipping at her neck and looked up at her. "Please just stop." She re-iterated when he didn't respond. He smiled gently at her, letting his finger tips run down her front, teasing a pert nipple as he did.
"As your husband, you cannot deny me a sample of what your body has to offer..." he pried her legs open a fraction with his knee, "Why waste such beauty? After the Final Summoning comes, you will be no more and I shall ascend this poisoned plane...While I still can, I wish to taste you." He gently pressed his lips against hers, tongue trailing her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She kept her lips pursed stubbornly, refusing to succumb despite her impending doom he relentlessly insisted on reminding her of.
She felt the vibration of his chuckling against her chest, as he pressed himself against her, he pulled back to stare into her eyes curiously. "My bride... You are lovely...innocent...and yet stubborn, aggravating. I am only attempting at making this easier for you, but you are insisting on making this difficult, so it shall be." He reached his free hand down to assist his knee in opening her heavily resisting legs.
"Wait!" she propped herself up onto her elbows as best she could, "Maester Seymour...I...I do not love you...so please...if you care for me at all, you won't do this." His eyebrows pushed together, seeming to ponder her words for a moment before deciding upon a response. "Love is yet another facade in this infected world, so you will understand my lack of desire to accommodate your request, seeing as you have no premise, no reason." He manoeuvred himself to her entrance, pressing the tip of his length against her tauntingly.
"You're wrong." She whispered softly, "there is such a thing as love...between two souls, connected and inseparable...between a father and his daughter." A memory of her father came to mind making her eyes water, "between friends, who would give anything just to see the other smile. How can you destroy such a thing? If you destroy Spira, you destroy love...family...everything I am willing to die for." She shook her head, no longer willing to look at him as she spoke, to acknowledge his existence.
"And you really believe these atrocities? That love will die out eventually, something as fragile as love can shatter before your very eyes...There are beings out there who only want to destroy any shred of humanity and hope, impure souls which are doomed to infect all of Spira. There is no point in love, the parasitic vermin that inhabit this plane destroy what they cannot understand, what is different." Yuna opened her mouth, unsure of what exactly to say, but before she could collect her thoughts for a response, she felt him press into her in one slow thrust.
Yuna wasn't sure of what exactly she felt, her mind arguing with itself over whether it was pain or pleasure. He continued moving rhythmically inside of her, causing her already open mouth to wordlessly let out a string of gasps, no longer aware of the debate she had been having with him. Seymour moved his mouth to her jaw, just below her ear, and began licking a trail down the length of the brunette's jaw. "You may not understand now, but nobody ever gets what they want Yuna. Eternal misery is all that awaits, the sooner you accept that, the easier your remaining life will become."
She didn't reply, she couldn't. Her consciousness was too far lost in her body's slowly adjusting reactions, she hated to admit it, but what the young summoner felt was enjoyable, there was no longer any pain, and the fear had temporarily faded away. The small sliver of her mind that was still able to think clearly told her what she was doing was disgusting, and the fact she was moaning gently, and moving with him, made it all the more unbearable.
Seymour's speed increased as he felt his release approaching, every movement he made felt like bliss, she felt like absolute perfection around his slowly seeping cock...he didn't believe in such things, but when they made love, it felt like she had been made just for him. He promptly pushed that thought into the back of his head. With one final sharp thrust he felt pleasure wash through him. Yuna felt something warm inside of her as he released. Seymour tilted his head down as he let the remainder of his orgasm wash away. Blue strands falling around Yuna's face like a waterfall.
She inhaled, silently noting that she enjoyed his scent, raw yet fragrantly sweet, slowly catching her breath and letting her ragged gasps gradually return to normal. Seymour silently removed his now flaccid member from her and rolled to his side, now lying next to the frail girl. "I still thing you're wrong" she murmured weakly before rolling over to face away from him and clutching the silken covers, hiding her trembling petite form from him.
[Wow...that was really hard to write, you never quite realise just how different Yaoi is to old fashioned male/female until you try writing them both. I still enjoyed this a lot, if you liked it you know how to make me happy, review review review!]