the final fantasy anonymous kink meme
I have made this post public again despite leaving LJ to allow people to save their own fics, etc.
Since this kind of thing seems to be spreading LJ-wide, I thought it was time we had one. ;) The original, I believe, is the Bleach Kink Meme, and there's a master list of others here. ;)
So...
The Final Fantasy Anonymous Kink MemeWhat is it? It's ( Read more... )
Since this kind of thing seems to be spreading LJ-wide, I thought it was time we had one. ;) The original, I believe, is the Bleach Kink Meme, and there's a master list of others here. ;)
So...
The Final Fantasy Anonymous Kink MemeWhat is it? It's ( Read more... )
Rinoa had found the sensation of immobility terrifying at first; lying unable to move or touch with the whispers of another mind permeating the clarity of her mind. As the whispers grew in intensity, she had found herself reaching out more and more, desperately groping at contact with another consciousness, anything to distract from the thoroughly alien whispers that soured like bitter milk at the back of her mind.
It was this desperate desire to avoid being alone with the voice that had driven her out amongst the myriad teeming minds of the Garden. The cacophony of their noise all but drowned out the whisper of that more sinister mind, yet also forced her to refine her search for fear that she would lose sense of herself amongst the crowd.
A flicker of warmth and joy brushed across the surface of her mind and, had she possessed a stable physical form, and not this ghostly shadow of her sleeping self, she would have turned to face it. Lacking any gravity however she simply drifted as swiftly as possible towards the root that had spawned it, gliding down corridors of metal and glass on wings of thought and dream.
Effortlessly she faded through walls and doors and find herself within the cramped confines Quistis shared with Xu, standing at the foot of their bed as they slumbered. For a moment she considered turning away but the ache of loneliness was so heavy on her shoulders that she could not reconcile herself to another dreamless night, immobile upon a cold bed inside the infirmary with the bitter whispers of the invading mind.
Whilst she was here, amongst the warmth and peacefulness that seemed to radiate from the sleeping couple, she felt safe...she felt protected.
Gently she reached forwards, slipping her transcendent form beneath the silken sheets and discovered with a pang of delight that both women slept naked. She reached out in mild curiosity and danced her fingers across the surface of Quistis' stomach, first drawing and then casting Stop over her slumbering form.
She waited momentarily to see if any sign of her sudden drawing of magic would manifest but the room remained quiet but for the fall and rise of heartbeats and the whispered murmurs of sleep.
She found herself shivering as she reached out with her pale fingers, brushing the surface of Quistis' clitoris with ghostly evanescence and trailing circles upon the skin of her thighs. The former instructor opened her dry lips slightly, drawing a breath from the stale air pumped through by the Garden's inefficient air conditioning but otherwise showed no sign of waking.
Gaining confidence from her first experiment Rinoa reached out towards the ethereal ties that bound spells to the sleeping woman before her, the invisible blossom of the Guardian Force creature that had taken root in her brain. With one hand gently running lines up and down the narrow length of Quistis' vagina, Rinoa reached out and drew Haste from the flower of the junctioned Guardian Force.
She held the spell in her free hand for a moment, her fingers continuing to work the space between the immobile sleeper's legs until she felt the awakening of damp arousal both at her fingertips and within her own translucent being.
Bending slowly down, her ghostly hair falling over Quistis' hips, she cast the spell forwards as her lips parted. Her tongue reached the other woman's clitoris the moment the spell fell upon her, light like pale dust brushing over her naked flesh. Her hips thrust forwards and Rinoa pushed down with imaginary fingers, burrowing her face deep into the softness before her.
As the spell worked its way through Quistis' trembling body, heightening the excitement and bringing her closer towards the point of climax in a swifter time than any physical touch had before elicited, Rinoa found herself reflecting on the boons of her sudden acquisition of power.
At the back of her mind the whispers and warbles of the other presence still echoed yet she paid them no heed. Quistis moaned before her and, with a mischievous smile, Rinoa Heartilly buried deeper.
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