Lucid Dreams
Sorceress and knight had bonded that evening, their lovemaking crashing through their senses and slipping through a barrier of emotions, sending a wave of tingles into each other's spines. The couple had started out slowly and lovingly to enhance the feel of the moment, and in time's passing they had quickened their pace to pleasure the other. Squall moaned Rinoa's name softly and lovingly, while Rinoa would scream his as she bit into his bare shoulder, sending Squall over the edge as he emptied himself into his love.
Exhausted from the excitement of their lovemaking, Squall remained inside her as he lay on his side. Bringing a hand to her face, he softly, but deftly caressed her and breathed onto her neck as he mouthed the words "I love you".
Rinoa responded with the same words, and tenderly passed one hand through Squall's muscular torso, the other playing with his soft, brown hair. She traced her finger around the scar that distinctly marked his face and began drawing circles around his face. She suddenly felt something round and bumpy.
"Oh gosh Squall! You have a zit!"
Squall, puzzled by her remark, nonchalantly queried, "So...does that make you love me less?"
Rinoa tweaked her features a bit to make herself look as offended as possible, and said in a rather girlish tone, "Silly! I would never hate you for a little thing like that." She continued circling the little red dot, touching it every now and then to see Squall squint at her touch. She loved it when he squinted, because it was so unlike him.
"Not that I could use a little magic to cure it though," Rinoa said in a low, yet very foxy voice.
Squall felt his member growing at the vixen who sat up and straddled his lap, and found himself staring at her as she began drawing magic from her sorceress core, slowly healing the blemish on Squall's cheek. Red became pink and pink became peach and eventually skin-white as her magic coursed through his face, eliminating any trace of pus or swelling that would obviously cause the commander to throw a fit if he looked at the mirror next morning.
Squall noticed Rinoa's sexy torso glowing before she ended the spell, breasts glowing to reveal their majestic fullness, and his tool sprang once again to thrust into her, the couple expressing their love once again in a manner that no word, kiss, or caress can ever replace. After basking in the glory of their actions, they climaxed at the same time and collapsed on top of each other. They heralded slumber with a kiss, and the couple held on to each other as if they never wanted to let go. Squall felt dazed from the session and his eyes began fluttering as another stinging sensation flooded his mind.
The Dreamworld...or so he thought.
Squall found himself in a dark, cloudy void, very much like Diablos' smoky lair when he first summoned the Guardian from the lamp. He walked in circles until he realized that he was going nowhere, and decided to sit down on the damp, thick, cloud that seemed to be the floor of this dimension.
He began sulking and absorbing himself into his world again.
'Is this my fate?'
'Am I doomed to this dimension for eternity?'
'Ellone! What...what am I doing here?'
'Ellone! Please send me back!'
'Ellone! What are you trying to tell me?'
'Sis! Please answer me!'
'Sis...' he sobbed, 'I can't live without her...'
Squall felt the hairs on the back of his neck tensing when he heard a deep, dark voice behind him.
"I am not Ellone."
Squall turned to find a tall man who was literally a foot-and-a-half taller than him. The willowy figure was all clad in black robes that covered his entire countenance, his face covered by a hood.
Squall was searching for his gunblade, and then realized that this was the dreamworld.
"What do you want from me? If you are going to kill me, face me in the real world you coward!" Squall screamed at the man. Even for a teenager who was barely half the man who stood before him, Squall's stare could easily turn a looming figure such as this stranger into a mouse. The man in front of him didn't even flinch.
"Relax. I am not here to hurt you. I need your help," the man said in monotone. Squall's stare was become more dangerous by each passing second.
"Why must I help you?! For all I know, you may be trying to kill me!"
"Please Squall. For the safety of your wife to be, I ask you to listen to me."
Squall vehemently advanced towards the 7'2" stranger, undaunted by his size, and grabbed him by the collar. "If you are threatening Rinoa, you had better back of before I slice your gut you bastard!" he said with venom in his voice.
The stranger, who had a lean build like Squall's (despite his towering height), shoved the younger man away with a push of his finger. Making contact with Squall's solar plexus, he pushed the boy, making the indomitable Lion stumble to the ground. Squall was furious. The stranger kept his cool.
"Squall, I don't think your anger would get us anywhere. Just to begin a decent conversation with you, let me introduce myself. I am Storm. I have come here to ask you for a favor. If all goes well, I can guarantee you that Rinoa will never be again possessed by Ultimecia," he told Squall.
Squall felt the heat coursing through his veins. He thought his arteries were going to burst as his palms sweat heavily when he balled his fists. He then agreed that anger was going to lead him nowhere, so he cooled down a bit, and asked the black clad giant, "Alright, what do you want?"
Squall then realized that this dream was infinitely different from Ellone's dreams. While Ellone would send him to the past of another person, this man confronted you directly in dreams. 'Must be a dream master, I guess?' Squall thought to himself.
"Squall, Ultimecia is not dead."
Squall's eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could say anything, the man continued.
"As she is from the future, she can always come back to possess a sorceress from the past. In this case, she can always come back to absorb herself into Rinoa's being."
"So are you suggesting that we go back into time compression? You a nut, you know that? I will never do that again, even if Rinoa is possessed! I promised to stand by her side, and nothing, not even Ultimecia, can do anything to change that!" he spat at Storm.
"Squall...calm down. What I am trying to say is, Ultimecia has the power to visit any period of time as long as she lives in the future. I was going to propose something that would eventually rid her from her own time. That way, she will never come back. Don't you understand? Killing her in the future, and not during the time-compressed world, is the only way to slay the abomination."
Squall sighed. "So, what do YOU propose?" he said sarcastically.
"Find my son. With his and my power combined, we can forever destroy the sorceress' existence from any period of time and space, be it the future, past, present, or time-compressed worlds. I promise you your safety. Now, will you agree to help me find him?"
"If it will protect Rinoa from her, yes, I guess," Squall said with a toned down voice.
Storm said nothing for a moment, and then decided to thank Squall. "Thank you Squall. You don't know how much this means to me."
"If it is for Rinoa, I will do anything," Squall proclaimed.
"Squall, I believe I have to apologize for disturbing your sleep, so I'll return you now," Storm told Squall. He began chanting an ancient tongue, much to Squall's amazement, as a cloud began enveloping the Ice Prince.
Something clicked in Squall's mind, and decided to ask him before he left, "Wait! How do you know who I am?"
"Oh you must be a fool! You are the one who saved the world...momentarily. Of course everyone knows!" Storm said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Then, everything went black.
Squall found himself on his bed sweating heavily. He saw Rinoa sleeping peacefully, and carefully lifted a lock of stray hair behind her ear so as to not wake her up. He kissed her forehead softly and decided to walk around his room a bit.
After the great victory his team had won, each of them had been given the large dorms given to elite SeeDs who had done great deeds for the Garden. His room now had a kitchenette, a private bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a living room, a spare room used for either entertainment or working out, and an elegant little balcony that overlooked the ocean. In other words, it was an apartment for great heroes like them.
Squall stood on the balcony, feeling the cool breeze sweep through his muscular skin. He pondered on Storm's thoughts earlier, and began to think it was probably just another dream until he saw a large black eagle hovering over him. The eagle later perched on the railing of the balcony and looked at Squall. It's eyes changed color for a moment, and reverted back to the real "eagle eyes" it once had. Squall stared at the bird and began to pat its feathers. Something seemed familiar about this creature.
"Storm?"
The bird just stared back at him before flying away, its majestic silhouette casting a shadow on the ocean below.
Squall had remembered seeing this bird countless times before. He had seen it in the orphanage once, but vaguely remembered much of the details. He also remembered seeing the bird hovering over him just before he got his scar from Seifer. The last time he saw the eagle, he remembered an enormous statue of it staring back at him from Ultimecia's castle. Was this bird somehow linked to him? Then again, was Storm linked to him? And who was his son? How should he know where he ought to look first? A lot of questions ran through Squall's mind, and he decided to put them to rest.
'Better think tomorrow. I'm just exhausted right now.'
He walked back to his bedroom where he found his love sleeping.
'She's so beautiful...even when she sleeps.'
He knelt beside Rinoa and covered her naked body with the silk comforter that lay on the floor.
'Rin, I hope nothing happens to you. If ever something should, I can't bring myself to kill you. I love you Rin, I love you.'
He crept beside her and rested his head on her breasts, his tongue flicking over one nipple while his hand played with the other. Rinoa moaned softly as she stirred a bit and blinked her eyes.
"Squall?"
Squall looked up at her. "Yes, my love?"
"It was nothing. Don't stop." She smiled at him at brought his head closer to her breasts, his hands playing with one and the other feeling her taut butt, hovering to touch the smoothness.
"I love you Rinoa."
"I love you too Squall"
The lovers kissed and then went back to sleep, Squall soft hair spread on Rinoa's full chest and Rinoa's hands on his lower back.
Outside, the raven-colored eagle stared at the lovers outside the window. It stared at Squall and sent a telepathic message to the commander.
'Fulfill your promise Squall...please...I need your help."
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I think I'd better change the rating of this story from PG-13 to R. That wasn't a full-blown lemon, but it was close enough. Next chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll try to finish it today. Please write reviews if you liked the story. If it needs some improvement, please do tell me.
Sorceress and knight had bonded that evening, their lovemaking crashing through their senses and slipping through a barrier of emotions, sending a wave of tingles into each other's spines. The couple had started out slowly and lovingly to enhance the feel of the moment, and in time's passing they had quickened their pace to pleasure the other. Squall moaned Rinoa's name softly and lovingly, while Rinoa would scream his as she bit into his bare shoulder, sending Squall over the edge as he emptied himself into his love.
Exhausted from the excitement of their lovemaking, Squall remained inside her as he lay on his side. Bringing a hand to her face, he softly, but deftly caressed her and breathed onto her neck as he mouthed the words "I love you".
Rinoa responded with the same words, and tenderly passed one hand through Squall's muscular torso, the other playing with his soft, brown hair. She traced her finger around the scar that distinctly marked his face and began drawing circles around his face. She suddenly felt something round and bumpy.
"Oh gosh Squall! You have a zit!"
Squall, puzzled by her remark, nonchalantly queried, "So...does that make you love me less?"
Rinoa tweaked her features a bit to make herself look as offended as possible, and said in a rather girlish tone, "Silly! I would never hate you for a little thing like that." She continued circling the little red dot, touching it every now and then to see Squall squint at her touch. She loved it when he squinted, because it was so unlike him.
"Not that I could use a little magic to cure it though," Rinoa said in a low, yet very foxy voice.
Squall felt his member growing at the vixen who sat up and straddled his lap, and found himself staring at her as she began drawing magic from her sorceress core, slowly healing the blemish on Squall's cheek. Red became pink and pink became peach and eventually skin-white as her magic coursed through his face, eliminating any trace of pus or swelling that would obviously cause the commander to throw a fit if he looked at the mirror next morning.
Squall noticed Rinoa's sexy torso glowing before she ended the spell, breasts glowing to reveal their majestic fullness, and his tool sprang once again to thrust into her, the couple expressing their love once again in a manner that no word, kiss, or caress can ever replace. After basking in the glory of their actions, they climaxed at the same time and collapsed on top of each other. They heralded slumber with a kiss, and the couple held on to each other as if they never wanted to let go. Squall felt dazed from the session and his eyes began fluttering as another stinging sensation flooded his mind.
The Dreamworld...or so he thought.
Squall found himself in a dark, cloudy void, very much like Diablos' smoky lair when he first summoned the Guardian from the lamp. He walked in circles until he realized that he was going nowhere, and decided to sit down on the damp, thick, cloud that seemed to be the floor of this dimension.
He began sulking and absorbing himself into his world again.
'Is this my fate?'
'Am I doomed to this dimension for eternity?'
'Ellone! What...what am I doing here?'
'Ellone! Please send me back!'
'Ellone! What are you trying to tell me?'
'Sis! Please answer me!'
'Sis...' he sobbed, 'I can't live without her...'
Squall felt the hairs on the back of his neck tensing when he heard a deep, dark voice behind him.
"I am not Ellone."
Squall turned to find a tall man who was literally a foot-and-a-half taller than him. The willowy figure was all clad in black robes that covered his entire countenance, his face covered by a hood.
Squall was searching for his gunblade, and then realized that this was the dreamworld.
"What do you want from me? If you are going to kill me, face me in the real world you coward!" Squall screamed at the man. Even for a teenager who was barely half the man who stood before him, Squall's stare could easily turn a looming figure such as this stranger into a mouse. The man in front of him didn't even flinch.
"Relax. I am not here to hurt you. I need your help," the man said in monotone. Squall's stare was become more dangerous by each passing second.
"Why must I help you?! For all I know, you may be trying to kill me!"
"Please Squall. For the safety of your wife to be, I ask you to listen to me."
Squall vehemently advanced towards the 7'2" stranger, undaunted by his size, and grabbed him by the collar. "If you are threatening Rinoa, you had better back of before I slice your gut you bastard!" he said with venom in his voice.
The stranger, who had a lean build like Squall's (despite his towering height), shoved the younger man away with a push of his finger. Making contact with Squall's solar plexus, he pushed the boy, making the indomitable Lion stumble to the ground. Squall was furious. The stranger kept his cool.
"Squall, I don't think your anger would get us anywhere. Just to begin a decent conversation with you, let me introduce myself. I am Storm. I have come here to ask you for a favor. If all goes well, I can guarantee you that Rinoa will never be again possessed by Ultimecia," he told Squall.
Squall felt the heat coursing through his veins. He thought his arteries were going to burst as his palms sweat heavily when he balled his fists. He then agreed that anger was going to lead him nowhere, so he cooled down a bit, and asked the black clad giant, "Alright, what do you want?"
Squall then realized that this dream was infinitely different from Ellone's dreams. While Ellone would send him to the past of another person, this man confronted you directly in dreams. 'Must be a dream master, I guess?' Squall thought to himself.
"Squall, Ultimecia is not dead."
Squall's eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could say anything, the man continued.
"As she is from the future, she can always come back to possess a sorceress from the past. In this case, she can always come back to absorb herself into Rinoa's being."
"So are you suggesting that we go back into time compression? You a nut, you know that? I will never do that again, even if Rinoa is possessed! I promised to stand by her side, and nothing, not even Ultimecia, can do anything to change that!" he spat at Storm.
"Squall...calm down. What I am trying to say is, Ultimecia has the power to visit any period of time as long as she lives in the future. I was going to propose something that would eventually rid her from her own time. That way, she will never come back. Don't you understand? Killing her in the future, and not during the time-compressed world, is the only way to slay the abomination."
Squall sighed. "So, what do YOU propose?" he said sarcastically.
"Find my son. With his and my power combined, we can forever destroy the sorceress' existence from any period of time and space, be it the future, past, present, or time-compressed worlds. I promise you your safety. Now, will you agree to help me find him?"
"If it will protect Rinoa from her, yes, I guess," Squall said with a toned down voice.
Storm said nothing for a moment, and then decided to thank Squall. "Thank you Squall. You don't know how much this means to me."
"If it is for Rinoa, I will do anything," Squall proclaimed.
"Squall, I believe I have to apologize for disturbing your sleep, so I'll return you now," Storm told Squall. He began chanting an ancient tongue, much to Squall's amazement, as a cloud began enveloping the Ice Prince.
Something clicked in Squall's mind, and decided to ask him before he left, "Wait! How do you know who I am?"
"Oh you must be a fool! You are the one who saved the world...momentarily. Of course everyone knows!" Storm said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Then, everything went black.
Squall found himself on his bed sweating heavily. He saw Rinoa sleeping peacefully, and carefully lifted a lock of stray hair behind her ear so as to not wake her up. He kissed her forehead softly and decided to walk around his room a bit.
After the great victory his team had won, each of them had been given the large dorms given to elite SeeDs who had done great deeds for the Garden. His room now had a kitchenette, a private bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a living room, a spare room used for either entertainment or working out, and an elegant little balcony that overlooked the ocean. In other words, it was an apartment for great heroes like them.
Squall stood on the balcony, feeling the cool breeze sweep through his muscular skin. He pondered on Storm's thoughts earlier, and began to think it was probably just another dream until he saw a large black eagle hovering over him. The eagle later perched on the railing of the balcony and looked at Squall. It's eyes changed color for a moment, and reverted back to the real "eagle eyes" it once had. Squall stared at the bird and began to pat its feathers. Something seemed familiar about this creature.
"Storm?"
The bird just stared back at him before flying away, its majestic silhouette casting a shadow on the ocean below.
Squall had remembered seeing this bird countless times before. He had seen it in the orphanage once, but vaguely remembered much of the details. He also remembered seeing the bird hovering over him just before he got his scar from Seifer. The last time he saw the eagle, he remembered an enormous statue of it staring back at him from Ultimecia's castle. Was this bird somehow linked to him? Then again, was Storm linked to him? And who was his son? How should he know where he ought to look first? A lot of questions ran through Squall's mind, and he decided to put them to rest.
'Better think tomorrow. I'm just exhausted right now.'
He walked back to his bedroom where he found his love sleeping.
'She's so beautiful...even when she sleeps.'
He knelt beside Rinoa and covered her naked body with the silk comforter that lay on the floor.
'Rin, I hope nothing happens to you. If ever something should, I can't bring myself to kill you. I love you Rin, I love you.'
He crept beside her and rested his head on her breasts, his tongue flicking over one nipple while his hand played with the other. Rinoa moaned softly as she stirred a bit and blinked her eyes.
"Squall?"
Squall looked up at her. "Yes, my love?"
"It was nothing. Don't stop." She smiled at him at brought his head closer to her breasts, his hands playing with one and the other feeling her taut butt, hovering to touch the smoothness.
"I love you Rinoa."
"I love you too Squall"
The lovers kissed and then went back to sleep, Squall soft hair spread on Rinoa's full chest and Rinoa's hands on his lower back.
Outside, the raven-colored eagle stared at the lovers outside the window. It stared at Squall and sent a telepathic message to the commander.
'Fulfill your promise Squall...please...I need your help."
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I think I'd better change the rating of this story from PG-13 to R. That wasn't a full-blown lemon, but it was close enough. Next chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll try to finish it today. Please write reviews if you liked the story. If it needs some improvement, please do tell me.