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Mystic: Yes, I'm writing another lemon. Kuja and Hilda's first time! Wahoo! Anyway, this chapter takes place during the game and is inspired by the kickass movie, Lady Jane. I use that a lot for Kuja/Hilda for some reason ... and The Princess Bride. Eh, let's just say that I am no longer afraid of romantic sapness.
Hilda heard the sound of a door and looked up from her thick book. Kuja stood by the adjoining wall opposite her bed in her room. To be precise, it was a sizeable room that the wizard was allowing her to stay in while under his care. Still, what right did he have to just barge in rudely?
Well, every right. He did kidnap her and hijack her precious airship.
"What do you want, wizard?" Her gaze rested on the silver sorcerer. He was clad in his nightclothes, much like she, the difference being that he was cloaked in a deep, jade-colored robe.
"I wish only to talk, madam," Kuja answered with a curtsy.
Hilda chuckled as she sat upon the bed. Her back was pressed up against the headboard and the tome she had been interrupted from studying was balanced on her knee. "Nobody has called me that since my days at the Lindblum Court."
"Do you wish to return?" Kuja's face remained stoic but he hoped her answer would be a resounding 'no'.
Hilda's sharp eyes dropped back to her book as a sigh dropped from her lips. "Nay, Kuja. There is nothing for me at Lindblum." Hmph. His desire was granted. "Do you desire to know why I do not wish to return?" she asked, her voice clear with resolve.
"I do," he affirmed with a nod. Kuja stepped around to the side of the bed and sat down upon it's edge. The sorceress stiffened slightly at the proximity of him. They were both sitting on a bed. A bed. Where individuals copulate. For once though, this powerful mage was not attempting to overall seduce her. That's not to say he still was not trying to mess with her mind however.
The woman betrayed dropped her hands down to her sides and pushed against the mattress, sitting up in a more regal manner. "I was a fifteen year old bride, Kuja. Wed to a man over twice my age. Do you know what that's like?"
Kuja shook his head. A bare movement, his eyes spoke the negative emotion more clear than any physical action. "Nay," he whispered.
"It's very lonely," the sorceress explained. "The Regent never spent much time with me, choosing instead to go hunting or play cards with some of his council members. There would be nights when Cid would not enter our chambers until past midnight or even much later."
Kuja fixated his mystical eyes upon the golden-haired female weaving a tale of spousal neglect. Her own sharp eyes of a mage sadly clouded over with the sorrowful memory. He nodded his head once, silently beckoning for her to continue.
"Cid would come to me for one thing only. I am quite sure you know what it is." She freed a sigh and wondered why Kuja was becoming her confessor of all people. This was a wizard of amazing ability and suavely tried to seduce her on more than one occasion. Kuja never used force--unlike Cid--only kind words and simple gestures. Hilda had yet to give in to Kuja's advances, but noticing the way this silver mage intently listened to the tale of woe was quickly sparking a flame of lust to burn within her core. "I was the wife of the regent for six years, Kuja. Not once did I ever achieve an orgasm."
The wizard's eyes widened in incredulous shock. "You never reached the height of sexual bliss, Hilda?" She shook her head, her eyes downcast. "Was Regent Cid that terrible?"
"He was a horrible lover," the sorceress confessed. "A dreadful husband. Inattentive, neglectful, rarely acknowledged me as his lady wife. I began looking for an excuse to leave without creating a scandal. I would provoke him petty arguments, hoping he would strike me. Just so I can leave.
"I guess luck was on my side," she continued. "He got caught with a whore from one of the local pubs. That was my ticket out, Kuja. Nobody blamed me for leaving after his affair." Hilda shrugged her shoulders. "Sure I turned him into a nasty oglop. I had to make my anger look convincing, when my true emotion was pure happiness."
Kuja reached out with malevolent hands and softly brought the back of hers to his lips. "What man in his right mind would ever ignore a woman like yourself?" His breath warmed the back of her hand and a blush creeped along her face. "Did he not take you on quiet walks or picnics, or just take the time to ... admire you?"
"Nay, wizard." Hilda sighed once more. "At least you acknowledge me. I would much rather remain here as your prisoner then return to Lindblum as a wife."
Kuja shook his head, trailing his hand up her arm before resting it on the back of her neck. Goosebumps raised on her bare flesh as his nimble fingers sifted into her loose tresses. "I do not want you as my prisoner, Hilda." A knowing grin graced his face. "Dear canary, I would much prefer you as my lover."
Her eyebrows furled together and a piercing glare of painful death shone from her eyes. "I will be nobody's mistress!"
Hilda's sudden anger created a chuckle from the silver wizard. "Never, little canary. A mistress is simply sex. You will be my lover, my companion," he reassured while kissing the back of her hand for added emotion.
"A lover entails that you are loved," Hilda pointed out.
Kuja smiled in pride. "You shall be much loved."
One kiss. Just one kiss from Kuja was enough to send Hilda through an erotic blend of emotions. His tongue swirled with precise expertise, using just the right amount of pressure and breath. She had no choice but to respond in kind. This type of kiss was so new to her. Slow and sensual, warm and inviting.
Kuja's hands were surprisingly gently. Such hands that could cast forth fire of the hottest flame or release ice of the coldest crystal, were now softly grazing goosebumped skin and shifting fabric. "Relax, my golden sorceress," he breathed, his mouth warming the skin behind her ear. "Let me love you like you deserved to be loved."
Hilda shyly nodded in nervous obediance. "Are you so sure of yourself, Kuja?" Her hands decided to be brave and trace around to shoulders to untie his robe. The cloak drifted to the floor, leaving the wizard shirtless and exposed.
He smiled as his mouth trailed further down her delicate neck. "Let your body decide that." His murmers sent shivers down her spine. All he had done was kiss her and it was enough to send liquid heat coursing through her veins.
Kuja closed his mouth over Hilda's, capturing her silent gasps. His body leaned down and they lowered to a more supline position. She fought him not and allowed him to press his body against hers. The nightshift she wore was light and thin, making it easy to remove. Silk slid between masculine fingers and the garment slipped to the floor. Hilda lay beneath the silver wizard, unsure of how to react to this man's touch. He seemed so different than her adulterous husband.
Skilled fingers traced patterns of lust over the curves of the female under him. Hilda was soft and curvaceous, the living definition of sensual feminity. Although a wife for six years, she could easily be considered a virgin when it came to sexual matters. A true man teaches the way of sex to an innocent woman and Gaia-willing, Hilda would be eager to learn.
She gasped at the feel of his hands running along her body. Tender and sweet, even when delving to the hidden place between her thighs. Deft digits ran along lush and secret folds, the apex of womanhood that had been wrongfully ignored. Once slick with feminine fluid, one slender finger penetrated, causing a moan to escape from the female and a sly chuckle to escape from the male. Kuja leaned forward to nuzzle her bare breasts, drawing circles with his tongue on soft flesh. New sensations swirled around her lower regions, radiating to her chest. Silver hair draped across her bare form, moving in rhythm with his hands and mouth.
Sweet Shiva, this wizard was going to kill her. The inner workings of her mind ceased to function and her moist core began to pulsate around his thrusting finger. An orgasm? No, this couldn't be an orgasm. Already? It felt good. Too good. Gaia, she was going to die.
Hilda felt Kuja smile in animalistic pride against her skin as he removed his hand from her core. Just like that, the feeling subsided. She pouted like a child. That pleasurable feeling was so close to peaking and Kuja was cruel enough to deny her?
"Not yet," Kuja explained. His voice was a barely audible tease. With the style of grace only a man can achieve, Kuja shucked the remainder of his clothes. His garments fell next to hers and two nude bodies lay joined on the soft bed.
The lady of Lindblum looked at the silver wizard in complete shock. Truely, he was a person of magical properties. Clearly not someone from this world. How did he fit that in a miniscule loincloth?
A seductive chuckle escaped Kuja's grinning mouth. "Was the regent not this blessed, my canary?" Hilda could only shake her head pathetically. "I promise you, Hilda. You'll feel only pure sexual bliss." His voice was smooth and low, like a sexy beast conquering his prey.
Her innocence and naivete was enough to bring him fully erect. It was throbbing for the feel of a woman, to feel her muscles pulsate and clench around him. Such a beautiful image that was, Kuja could no longer deny himself or Hilda any longer. Cradling her head with his hands, he pushed himself inside. Sweet feminine heat. It had been far too long.
Hilda clutched at the man bearing over her and planted tender kisses upon his face and jaw. Kuja's thrusts were so rhythmic and expertly executed. His hips were perfectly angled to hit the precious bud of her womanhood. Each thrust, each touch, sparked delicious sensations in her entire being. A gentle mouth caressed her face, tasting and exploring the lush crevices that was Hilda. Warm hands brushed down her sides, sliding from the sweat, and then entangled with her own.
Their hands were sexually glued together, their forms undulating and moving in an ancient sultry dance. Hilda's instincts naturally took over and she thrusted upward, harder against her silver lover. Damn, his ability. That powerful sensation was building once more and she mentally cursed herself for holding out on Kuja. If being his lover meant this every night, then it was a title she would wear proudly. This moment was their first time copulating and he seemed to know precisely what made her body respond. The sorceress began to cry out. Her nails dug into his skin and her spine snapped straight. Kuja pushed onward, desperate to bring his golden canary to the highest peak of the sexual mountain.
"Kuja!" she cried, letting orgasmic tremors invade her pores. "Holy ... " The ability to speak left her at that moment, when the wizard's hot seed flooded into her core. He knew full well that nothing felt more mindblowing than a couple reaching climax at the same time.
Kuja relaxed into Hilda and gently pressed his lips to hers. They savored that sweet kiss as he withdrew from her still tremoring body. Hilda found herself being drawn into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. A satisfied sigh escaped the both of them and both snuggled into the warm blankets. This was just a taste of the erotic banquet known as sex.
Tomorrow, the real fun will begin.
Mystic: Oh, yeah. I'm leading up to the next chapter. The hint is the word banquet. Fun with food. Sweet ... Don't forget to review now and leave a request!