Control (Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet)
Title: Control
Author: jessicamariek
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: R
Warnings: Porn - light bondage, anal, off-label usage of tail.
Prompt: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet: double penetration with his tail - That thing had a mind of it's own sometimes...
Word count: 680
Summary: Sometimes, for the woman who is always in charge, it’s very nice to let someone else take control for a while.
A/N: This was due the 17th, but work ate me for a few days. Sorry! Many thanks to my awesome beta pearlrose86. :)
Sometimes, for the woman who is always in charge, it’s very nice to let someone else take control for a while.
Especially if that someone else is her husband, and his methods of taking control involve blindfolds and silk ties.
Garnet whimpers, her toes curling against the stone floor. There’s probably some tenet or another of the Alexandrian church that says this is wrong, but it feels so good that she doesn’t care. The rest of the world floats away, leaving nothing but sensation - the blindfold loose around her head, the silk ties binding her wrists to the candle holder on the wall, her husband’s body behind her, against her, inside her. He moves slowly - they’ve figured out that the line between pleasure and pain is finer than usual when they do this, and the slow build-up makes it easier to stay on the good side of that line. She gasps as his fingers brush lightly over her breast, the contrast between rough calluses and gentle touch even more intense in her current state, and she feels herself clench around him. Zidane stills against her, his lips hot against the back of her neck.
“Too much?” he breathes against her skin, and Garnet shakes her head. She feels him smile against her skin as he pushes further into her, just a little faster than before. She moans softly at a light touch on the inside of her thigh, the sensation of thick fur against her skin nearly making her head spin. Her hands fist around the silk strips at the teasing contact, her breath hitching as it travels further up her leg. Garnet arches her back, her breath coming faster. She feels the tip of his tail press against her, brushing along the crease at the top of her thigh, and then further up…
“Zidane,” she hisses, barely breathing, and lets out a high, choked whine when he brushes against the taut little bundle of nerves just above her entrance. She clenches hard around him, her knees nearly buckling, and she feels him press against her, just barely inside her, and her breath catches in her chest. He pauses, hands gentle against the skin on her hips.
“This alright?” he murmurs quietly, pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder. Garnet nods, her dark hair falling down over her shoulders with the movement. His mouth moves to her neck, her jawline, and she turns her head to kiss him as he presses into her, slow and gentle.
Garnet gasps at the unfamiliar sensation - the texture is so different, and she feels fuller than ever before, but it’s…it’s incredible. The tension in her abdomen is starting to build higher, and her breathing speeds up. The contrast between soft, hot skin and thick fur puts her nerve endings into overdrive, pressure and friction and heat amplified even more by the lack of sight, the lack of control. The stone wall is cool against her forearms, the silk around her wrists smooth and supple, and Zidane’s fingers trail lines of lightning over her skin. She arches her back, and the slight change in angle nearly makes her head spin.
“Faster,” she gasps, pushing back against him. Her legs wobble underneath her as she feels herself start to fall apart, fingernails digging into her palms as her entire body tenses. He moans, breathes her name, and that’s all it takes to finish her. She cries out as the black-flash pleasure hits her, washes through her in waves, and she collapses against the wall as it ebbs. Through the haze she feels Zidane finish inside her with a tight, almost primal-sounding groan, then fall against her back, bracing himself on the stone. They stay like that for a moment, locked together, then he reaches up and slips the knot loose, freeing her hands. She’s limp in his arms as he carries her over to the bed, completely content and still slightly breathless as he lays her down.
Garnet’s last thought as she falls asleep wrapped in his arms is that she loves not being in charge.
Author: jessicamariek
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: R
Warnings: Porn - light bondage, anal, off-label usage of tail.
Prompt: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet: double penetration with his tail - That thing had a mind of it's own sometimes...
Word count: 680
Summary: Sometimes, for the woman who is always in charge, it’s very nice to let someone else take control for a while.
A/N: This was due the 17th, but work ate me for a few days. Sorry! Many thanks to my awesome beta pearlrose86. :)
Sometimes, for the woman who is always in charge, it’s very nice to let someone else take control for a while.
Especially if that someone else is her husband, and his methods of taking control involve blindfolds and silk ties.
Garnet whimpers, her toes curling against the stone floor. There’s probably some tenet or another of the Alexandrian church that says this is wrong, but it feels so good that she doesn’t care. The rest of the world floats away, leaving nothing but sensation - the blindfold loose around her head, the silk ties binding her wrists to the candle holder on the wall, her husband’s body behind her, against her, inside her. He moves slowly - they’ve figured out that the line between pleasure and pain is finer than usual when they do this, and the slow build-up makes it easier to stay on the good side of that line. She gasps as his fingers brush lightly over her breast, the contrast between rough calluses and gentle touch even more intense in her current state, and she feels herself clench around him. Zidane stills against her, his lips hot against the back of her neck.
“Too much?” he breathes against her skin, and Garnet shakes her head. She feels him smile against her skin as he pushes further into her, just a little faster than before. She moans softly at a light touch on the inside of her thigh, the sensation of thick fur against her skin nearly making her head spin. Her hands fist around the silk strips at the teasing contact, her breath hitching as it travels further up her leg. Garnet arches her back, her breath coming faster. She feels the tip of his tail press against her, brushing along the crease at the top of her thigh, and then further up…
“Zidane,” she hisses, barely breathing, and lets out a high, choked whine when he brushes against the taut little bundle of nerves just above her entrance. She clenches hard around him, her knees nearly buckling, and she feels him press against her, just barely inside her, and her breath catches in her chest. He pauses, hands gentle against the skin on her hips.
“This alright?” he murmurs quietly, pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder. Garnet nods, her dark hair falling down over her shoulders with the movement. His mouth moves to her neck, her jawline, and she turns her head to kiss him as he presses into her, slow and gentle.
Garnet gasps at the unfamiliar sensation - the texture is so different, and she feels fuller than ever before, but it’s…it’s incredible. The tension in her abdomen is starting to build higher, and her breathing speeds up. The contrast between soft, hot skin and thick fur puts her nerve endings into overdrive, pressure and friction and heat amplified even more by the lack of sight, the lack of control. The stone wall is cool against her forearms, the silk around her wrists smooth and supple, and Zidane’s fingers trail lines of lightning over her skin. She arches her back, and the slight change in angle nearly makes her head spin.
“Faster,” she gasps, pushing back against him. Her legs wobble underneath her as she feels herself start to fall apart, fingernails digging into her palms as her entire body tenses. He moans, breathes her name, and that’s all it takes to finish her. She cries out as the black-flash pleasure hits her, washes through her in waves, and she collapses against the wall as it ebbs. Through the haze she feels Zidane finish inside her with a tight, almost primal-sounding groan, then fall against her back, bracing himself on the stone. They stay like that for a moment, locked together, then he reaches up and slips the knot loose, freeing her hands. She’s limp in his arms as he carries her over to the bed, completely content and still slightly breathless as he lays her down.
Garnet’s last thought as she falls asleep wrapped in his arms is that she loves not being in charge.