Chapter 10 - Birth of a Dream II
Doves of sunlight descends
Wings of light fluttering
Weaving amidst a valley of darkness
Rejoice thy creature that finally meets day
Perhaps I had always known.
The first sight of that young lad with the spiky blond hair.
He had captivated me. Or much rather, the feeling he had invoked in me had beheld my curiosity for time untold.
For once ever since I had attained the rank of General did I suddenly feel a renewed sense of competitiveness writhe through my body when I first set my eyes upon that lithe frame and sea-blue eyes.
Rivalry.
I had observed him as he strode past me, oblivious to the higher ranking Soldiers that were around him. My lieutenant, the perpetual joker in my life, had also commented that this was one interesting boy and had even informed me of his name.
Cloud Strife.
I can feel it.
You have something I want.
Now, I knew what we were both after.
Lowering my eyes to set sight upon the nude goddess partaking of her tranquil rest beside me, I could not refrain from sighing in appreciation at this glorious vision of ephemeral beauty. Trailing my fingers along the side of her body, I paused ever so briefly on the contours of her breasts, down her slender waist and pulled her in closer to me.
She moans softly.
Such pleasure to my ears.
"Is it morning yet?" my lady rubs her eyes sleepily, stirring in her sleep and snuggling up to my body.
"Not for you, my lady. I am not quite done with you." I lace my voice with some lordliness before raining her with a plethora of kisses that covered her body whole, moving up from her hips to her waist and finally resting my mouth upon her soft lips.
Of the fresh summer breezes she smelt, as I dug my fingers into her silky waves of tresses and prodded her mouth with my tongue, excitement akin to that of discovering ever more treasures of the mystic seas.
The lady returns the favor by wrapping her fair arms around the frame of my torso, allowing me to enter the depths of the ocean of her body as I thrust into her again.
It was fiery.
No, it was more than fiery.
It was that tranquil ocean of fire I had seen in her eyes once but one that I now felt I was ensnared in.
Every fiber of my being screamed in agony, begging for more and more.
Every essence of my being shred into the flames of desire for her.
The spirit I possessed blazed with such passion for her.
And…
Her willingness to give.
That infinite forgiveness that could withstand this ravage of wicked unrestrained lust.
I have never wanted anyone this much.
Nor have I ever encountered one who was willing to give me so much.
Not Shinra.
Not Jenova.
Not the world.
Only Lady Tifa.
"Sire, you are eating me alive." She manages to gasp in between the small amount of time I let her catch her breath between kisses.
"Forgive me, but you are too…alluring." I sigh and finally released my grip on her body and flowed into a rhythm of gently caressing her in my embrace as I sat against the bed head.
"Aggressive, aren't you?" she giggles before stretching and sits up together with me leaning against my chest. My eyes roam over the white linen sheets where I spotted a drop of blood staining a portion of it, nearest to where her legs were. I know this not to be elegant but I have to concede that there was a sense of accomplishment upon sighting that.
"Last night…was your first time, wasn't it?" I look down at my precious doll, meeting her directly in the eyes and watching her ears flare crimson in response.
How adorable.
I laugh and kiss her forehead.
"Master, are you in here?" came the voice of the page boy through the locked mahogany door. I suppose he must have found me missing from my "usual" place of slumber and had come searching for me.
"Yes. We will be out in a moment. Begin preparations for breakfast, if you will." I command, trying to keep my voice straight as my lady started giggling again out of embarrassment.
"Let's take a bath", I suggested and carried her in my arms off the bed, taking care not to step on our clothes that were now tangled together on the floor. Placing her carefully on her feet in front of the bathroom mirror, I ran the faucet for warm water.
As the mirror steamed up from the effect of the rising heat of the water, I watch my lady slide her right hand down the clear glass gracefully, clearing the droplets.
"I wish, I could see you," she sighs wistfully.
And what would happen after that?
When she sees me?
Truth be told, it is inevitable that one day, she will regain her sight.
I find myself dreading that day suddenly.
She would feel so deceived.
I was not sure if it was already deception up to this point.
I must find a way to tell her.
And soon.
"Let's…take our bath, my lady." I gently hold her wrist, leading her to climb into the bathtub, entering only after I have made sure she was comfortable. Letting my hands run over her skin, I eased my sponge over her chest lovingly like a bird would do to its young ones. I think she must be enjoying it because she leans back against the tub, a look of contentment on her face.
This is one fascinating way to take a bath for mine never lasts beyond five minutes, a discipline ingrained in me since my military days. With my lady though, I was inclined to spend more time engaged in things together with her.
How enchanting she looks…her body glistening with silvery dew like the earliest of the morning fairies.
"I should…do that for you too." She suddenly sits up shyly, groping the sides of the tub for support. Her hands meet mine, making me give up the sponge easily as she proceeded to use it on my body. Her eyes, they were such a deep hazel now, those mellow pools of sun-frosted waters.
As I felt her fingers come into contact with my chest and moving downwards slowly, such a desire flared in me again that I could not help but draw her rapidly into my arms again.
"My Lady, it shall be as you wish. I will find a way for you to see me." I had made up my mind.
She had looked up at me hopefully then, such a breath-taking sight. I helped to dress her, opting instead this time to don her in a beautiful Victorian corsetry with long puffed sleeves, arrayed with lace ruffles and a long full skirt. A lovely sight of creaminess she was indeed, one that I would behold for many a times to come.
"What are you wearing?" she lifts her sparkling and mischievous eyes to meet me, tempting me into wanting to press her into the inviting bed and commence on our love making session all over again.
It took quite an amount of self-control, I must admit. And I thought that Soldier would have been the most rigorous.
This lady was formidable.
"Something…brown." I nod in satisfaction when I located a suede trench-coat that had been one of my personal favorites all these years. She helps me put it on, sniffing delicately at me all the time. Bemused, I kissed her lips again.
"I love the smell of you," she says as though rather surprised herself, "it is like…rose wood."
I laughed and led her out of the room after we had both dressed appropriately and having placed our used clothes in the laundry.
This time, she sat on my lap as we consumed our morning meal with me feeding her. It was such a feeling of…euphoria that I had never known.
She makes me see so many things.
I feel like a newly wed, romancing my wife. I could not help musing inherently.
Marriage.
That would have to come after her eye-sight had recovered and she had found out my identity AND she had forgiven me.
That sounded hard. I frown involuntarily.
I am determined though, as I brought my fork as gently as I could into her mouth to feed her with some scrambled eggs, that I can do this together with my Lady for many decades to come.
I want to see her every day.
I want to see her every moment.
I want to see her my whole life.
"My son, you know that can never happen." A chilling voice resonates in the expanse of my mind.
I realize there is something I must do first.
"My lady, I will be out today," I kiss her cheeks as she looks up at me, her expression longing, "Come with me."
"Let's go, Masamune." I whisper softly as I cupped my hand around the hilt of my long-time companion whilst holding my new companion in my other arm.
Now who was that who said you could not have the best of both worlds?
The Ancient Forest.
That was my destination today.
It was a lover's walk, if I might so say myself. Her slender hands firmly in mine, I kept looking at her as she turned her head in some directions to catch the sounds of the winds or birds. The missus was like a flighty kite, ready to fly away from its bearer should the string be severed. Why, she might be chasing some butterflies next, if I had not insisted that I guide her through the forest path.
A woman and…child. I shake my head, but knew that I loved her for it.
I loved to see the light in her eyes, that magenta dash of spirit in a tawny whirlpool of mangled emotions.
Have you ever had a lover before?
All of a sudden, your lover is the most beautiful creature in the world.
Do you get that feeling?
No matter how I looked at her (I had the advantage of not having to steal glances), she was just….
Perfect.
"Now, my lady, if you would kindly sit on this little clearing," I requested as I guided her to sit, "I will be back in a while."
"Where are you going?" she asks like a child who was afraid she would be left behind.
"I…have something important to take care of." I reassured her.
I had no qualms that she would be fine here, even if left alone for a little while.
She nods, not wanting to question more and soon settles to humming a little tune to herself.
I smile and turned to walk away swiftly into a far deeper part of the forest.
This should be distanced enough from Tifa.
"I see you have been wanting to have a word with me," I started in an apologetic voice, "My apologies for not having spent the time with you."
"Come off it, Sephiroth." The omni-present voice is angry as it slowly started to take shape in the form of a being.
At this, I was curious.
This should be interesting, I have never seen her in human form before.
A creature appears before me, her long silver hair tied loosely at the ends, flapping widely in the winds that had just started to arise in this little alcove. Its skin was cast a metal silver, exactly like what it looked like in that chemical filled reactor that it was stored in seven years ago.
I suddenly wondered at my judgement that I had exerted Mother was pretty.
No wonder everyone believed me to be insane.
It takes steps towards me, menacingly. Eyes glowed a radiant red as the steely lips moved to speak.
"I will kill her." She hisses.
I laughed.
"Oh? A jealous mother-in-law do we have here?" I mock, even the term "mother" was dripping with sarcasm, I know.
"Sephiroth. Come back to me, my son. I will kill her so that nothing will stand in your way." She insists.
"You would have to triumph over her First Knight, Mother." I hold Masamune at eye level, hilt faced towards me.
"It seems you have to be taught to behave, child. You have become conceited." She summons a tornado of fire that stormed its way towards me unflinchingly, licking at my body.
My Blizzard material activates and rains upon the wall of fire, dispelling it easily.
"You are no mother of mine." I spat, and edged towards her with a speed so staggering, I do not think she had prepared for it.
My old-time friend slices through her easily from the head right down to the middle of the torso, where I finally my eyes came to meet hers, those glowing red orbs.
"You know, I think you forget that you needed me more than I needed you in order to exact your vengeance on this world. And now, you have outlived your usefulness." my voice is a sinister one, that which I always specially reserved for the likes of Cloud Stride.
"You could have become….God." the wretched creature veers off as it collapses in a heap on the dusty ground.
I sent her to the depths of hell by driving Masamune right into another portion of her head and triggering the onslaught of my master fire materia on the pitiful creature.
I stayed to watch the beautiful combustion of metal in fire, before walking away in satisfaction.
Fires.
I always liked them.
Returning to the warm embrace of my lady must surely be the one thing I had always been seeking in my life.
Home. I thought as I laid down to rest on the sandy grounds, my head resting upon her lap and drifting off into a restful slumber.
She strokes my hair gently like a mother putting her child to sleep.
Yes.
I could give up anything for you.
Even being God.