The night was as black as my heart and soul, but the stars were as bright as his eyes. I began to follow him everywhere he went, even though he thought he was following me. I never faltered in my role. I never let them see that I wanted him, I never let anyone know that I had him.
We met several times throughout his journey. I would always wait until his companions were asleep. Sometimes, we were so terrible as to start fooling around while they all lay on the ground in defeat. I would smirk triumphantly, curing myself instantly no matter what he did to me, even if I was down for a few moments, I was up soon and better than before. Sometimes he crawled across the ground we had just burned with force, fire and magic, to spill blood upon. I would let him. I simply stood by and watched him every time.
Sometimes I went to him. I had hurt him too much. I could tell when I had overdone it. I never meant to hurt him so bad, I always thought that after the fact. I could tell he was going easy on me.
This time I went to him. He was lying crumpled and on his side, blood was everywhere. He was wheezing, gasping for air. There was blood even running into his eyes from a blow to the head I had sent him, but I could see the pain and the ache still. I could see the stars sparkling in his eyes. He was beautiful, even bloody and beaten. He was the only one I ever healed. I cast curaga on him and he healed right up, breathing normally. I could tell he was still aching. He looked around after he wiped his face on his arm, and I saw his heart break every time he had to gather his friends because I had thrown all four or five of them about and was still there, standing, smirking. Victorious.
I waited for him as he carried them in one by one and cleaned them up and gave them medicine, potions and elixirs. They all slept. I was anxious. I was already touching myself when he emerged from the tent, and I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a window nearby. I couldn't help it. Zidane was gorgeous but I was undeniably sexy myself.
In any event, as Zidane appeared, I smiled a little as I looked over at him. I heard him mumbling something as I moved closer. "You're a good boy, Zidane." I said, "Taking care of your friends like that. Such a sweet heart." I could tell he wanted to rip me limb from limb sometimes, but not usually. Usually he wanted to do what he did next. He grabbed me roughly by the arms and yanked my body towards himself. He kissed me with force. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it. It made me gasp and moan and made my dick jump when he pressed me up against a wall nearby that I didn't even notice until just them.
I had never let him have such control over me before, but it really turned me on, so I let him have it. One of my legs lifted to wrap lightly around his waist as he pressed his hips against me and he sucked and bit on my neck in such an aggressive way that made me melt against him with my fingers in his hair.
His dominance surprised me slightly, but I went along with it quite willingly. He pushed my leg down and turned me around, hand finding my the waistline of my attire and pulled it down, exposing my backside to him. He rubbed his erection against my opening, which caused me to squirm and tried to press back against him, but he pulled back until I settled down, and he did it again. "Zidane," I whined, not believing myself and the way he was causing me to behave. "Do it." I felt the moisture which seeped out of his tip being rubbed against me, which made me moan in anticipation as he pressed against me, not into me, but against me. "Do what?" he asked, grinding against me which was pure torture as his hand slid to my crotch, where my own throbbing erection was still covered since he had just barely exposed my ass. His hand rubbed against it and it seemed that my hips didn't know if they should press forward into his hand or back against his dick. My hand moved to cover his own to press it against myself harder as my hips began to move.
"Fucking…" I moaned, closing my eyes as his hips rolled against my rear. "Fuck me." I said, rather bluntly. I thought he was going to make me beg him but he apparently had enough as well and I felt his tip pressing against my opening soon after. I moaned as he thrust into me, hard like that, he remained still for a moment while his hand moved into the front of my waist band and pulled the fabric down to expose my erection which he started to jerk hard as his hips pulsated against my rear. It wasn't a long thrust but it was a deep pressure that was making me gasp for breath.
It was one of the best times we had together, I didn't remember ever orgasming so hard. And when we were finished, I couldn't help but to press against him still, my body still trembled from my orgasm and I leaned back, reaching for him. "Kiss me." I said, finding his hands which were still on my hips and used them to pull his arm around myself. He didn't object as I turned my head and he leaned over to kiss me like I had told him to.
We kissed like lovers who loved each other, it was passionate and deep, and I realized then I didn't want this to ever stop. But it did, he broke the kiss and pulled out of me, which made me gasp and close my eyes for a moment as I turned my head back to face front, leaning my forehead against my arm on the wall for a moment. The feeling of him inside of me was amazing, and I was sad to see it go. But I gathered myself and covered myself, adjusting my hip cape as I turned around to face him.
"You liked that?" He asked me, his voice was soft. I smirked a little. "Yes." I let him slide his arms around me and my own arms rest over his shoulders as he leaned in to kiss me. "Kuja," he whispered, pressing kisses against my neck and I soon heard him whisper in my ear. "Stop this nonsense. Have me instead. Have me all day, every day, if you want. I don't want to keep fighting you like this." His words made my heart ache; I found I might have a heart. But I couldn't let that weaken me.
"I will kill you one day, Zidane." I informed him, letting my hands slide from my embrace around his neck to press against his chest to push him back before I moved away from him. I couldn't stay with him now. He was tugging on something deep inside of me that made my chest tighten and my eyes close as I heard his voice. "Kuja, please.." He said, grabbing my arm to stop me and I turned around to smack him across the face. But he didn't stop there. "Kuja, I…" he trailed off, looking up at me, like a hopeful romantic. "I…" He started again, my eyebrows lowered as I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.
"I hate you." He said, "I will kill you first. I won't let you keep doing this. I won't let you keep hurting people of good and innocence." He seemed really angry with me then. But I turned and advanced on him, which like I knew he would, he soon found himself backed up against the same wall he had me pressed against moments before.
"You're brave." I said, "You think you can stop me?" I asked, as I grabbed his baby face, my fingers pressed hard into his adorable face, and his eyes focused on me, brimmed with tears. "Do you think I care for you?" I don't know why I said that, maybe to push him away, maybe to make it easier for both of us. I didn't want him to be so attached, I didn't want him to want me like I wanted him, he had a righteous heart, while I had a black one. I knew that. I would kill him one day and I didn't want anyone to think poorly of him, as strange as it sounded, I didn't want anyone, especially his friends, to think that I had swayed him. I wanted them to think he was as brave and good hearted and amazing as he really was.
I smirked a little as I saw a tear slip from the corner of each of his eyes. "Kill me, then." He whispered, after I pressed a kiss to his mouth, it was a rough kiss, one he didn't return. "Leave my friends alone, they're not a threat to you." He told me, glaring at me angrily. But I saw more hurt in his eyes than anger, and I found it harder to swallow the lump in my throat.
He closed his eyes and tried to sink away from me, but I pulled him up by his shirt and pressed up against him until he looked at me again. "Do you think your friends will appreciate your affair?" I asked, sliding my hand down his chest. I laughed, I laughed loud and hard like I had been told the funniest joke in the world, but there was nothing funny. This was one of the moments that I realized my own insanity. Nothing was funny, Zidane was crying before me, I was ripping his heart apart, I knew that, and I was laughing hysterically, manically. I was on the verge of kissing him again when I saw movement in my peripheral vision, my eyes shifted from his face to catch the figure of the princess. "Zidane!"
She was as brave as he was, she ran towards us, staff out, trying to summon one of her eidolons but I let go of him and with a wave of my own hand to throw her back with my own powerful magic. She was strong,but she wasn't experienced. And I was much faster.
I was about to send her somewhere terrible when he ran and stood in front of her and told her to run. But all she did was run to pick up her staff after it had rolled away. I pressed a finger to my lips and thought a brief moment as I watched the two interact, and then with another wave of my hand, I sent a wave of light towards them but she managed to deflect it and send my spell back at me, which caught me off guard, and sent me flying backwards. My body slammed against a lamp post which cracked beneath the force of my own powerful spell hitting myself and the post. I healed myself before I had time to retain any serious damaged but I ached as I gathered myself to stand, bracing myself on the post behind me.
But Zidane didn't run over to see if I was alright. His arms were around the princess, caressing her face and hair as he kissed her forehead and questioned her well-being, and she clung to him. It seemed to take him a moment to realize that I was standing there. I felt like my heart was pounding in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't fight the sting in my eyes and I thought I felt my heart break as I watched him with her. And it was like a severed limb, I didn't want to see it, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
His focus was on me until I turned and climbed onto my dragon, which I held on to tighter than usual as she flew away, I rest my head against her neck and closed my eyes, blaming the wind for the liquid escaping them as we flew.