The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 22: Final Fantasy 10 - Underground Activities
Rating:    NC-17
Pairings:  Rikku/Seymour, first, reluc
Summary:   Seymour discovers Rikku's heritage, and wants a private 
           interlude with her for his silence.


    "You have made the right choice, young one..." Maester Seymour said 
calmly, settling down into a comfortable chair in his private quarters. 
"It would truly be a shame if *he* were to learn about your ancestry."

    "Fuck off..." Rikku muttered under her breath, snapping the buckles 
on the side of her shirt and pausing. "I can't believe I agreed to 
this..."

    "It would seem you have wisdom beyond your years, my pretty 
Al-Bhed." Seymour answered back, smiling. His gaze bore into her eyes, 
almost willing her to take the next step. Before she knew it, the 
lithesome girl peeled her red top away, unveiling a set of breasts too 
small and proud to require a brassiere.

    "I've always had a fondness for the slender females of Bikanel..." 
the seated Guado complimented, extending a steady hand to fondle her 
tiny buds. Rikku shivered at the touch, wondering how any flesh could 
be so shockingly cold. She did not shy away, though, knowing that this 
liaison was by mutual consent.

    "Let's get this over with..." she interrupted at last, pulling away 
just far enough to disrobe fully. In quick succession, her gaudy belt, 
worn sneakers, and green shorts joined together in a pile on the floor, 
leaving the frail youngster clad only in a pair of pink cotton panties.

    "Allow me the honor..." Seymour said alluringly, instilling that 
same sense of hopeless obedience that had initiated this travesty. 
Rikku moved closer without a word, hands across her chest and looking 
straight down. The wicked Maester did not mind his lover's reluctance 
at all, however, knowing the coming pleasure would be the same 
nonetheless.

    Reaching out once again, he slipped his fingers into the waistband, 
rubbing her finely-downed slit in a lazy fashion. Even so, Rikku found 
herself struggling to fight the sparks of delight exploding inside, and 
was actually relieved when he ceased to remove her last remaining 
stitch. Even if she had to do it with this awful fraud, she would 
rather be stuffed  in the ass by Kihmari than let anyone (other than 
Tidus, of course) bring her sexual gratification.

    Seymour smiled at her radiant nudity, piercing every inch of her 
flesh with carefree glances. Affronted, Rikku uncovered her small boobs 
and stood defiant, trying to stare him into submission. The fact that 
her puffy, fifteen-year-old slit was starkly visible detracted a bit 
from her ferocity, but the gesture was noticed nonetheless.

    "Anxious to proceed, are we?" he quipped jovially, raising the 
cincture of his robes down far enough to free the massive rod 
imprisoned within. "Then, by all means..."

    Gazing at the eight-inch phallus with wide-eyed wonder, Rikku bowed 
her legs out and hobbled nearer, shocked at how the crown was easily 
able to kiss her womanhood even standing up. Aligned thus perfectly to 
take him into her body, Rikku looked worriedly at her elder partner.

    "Just... don't go too fast..." she appealed faintly. "Okay?"

    "I'll leave that up to you..." Seymour responded in a surprising 
show of sympathy. "Seeing as to what I'm asking, you're welcome to take 
as much time as you like."

    "All right..." the limber Al-Bhed female finished with a grimace, 
grunting as she allowed an inch of his meat to permeate her tender 
vagina. "Yevon, it's tight..."

    "Precisely why I am so endeared to you, young one..." he intoned 
solemnly, showing not a whit of emotion as her tight vice engulfed his 
prick.

    Rikku, on the other hand, displayed a most intimate glimpse of the 
struggle her warm, unused tunnel was undertaking. Each minute 
contortion of her vaginal walls as they stretched to accommodate 
Seymour was mirrored in the teenager's angelic face. Just as her vulva 
bulged proudly under the strain of accepting such an oversized member, 
her mouth gaped wide open at the sight of her abdomen rapidly 
expanding.

    "You are still pure, then?" the lustful Gaudo announced suddenly, 
just as she felt his rod come to a halt at her maiden barrier. The 
young girl tensed for a moment, wondering if all his careful restraint 
would suddenly vanish at the opportunity to deflower a summoner's 
guardian.

    "Of course!" Rikku snapped back rudely. "What kind of girl do you 
think I am?" Then, the subtle realization hit that she was willingly 
bare, and half-impaled on a cock of a complete stranger about to 
sacrifice her virginity to keep a secret. The thought left a sickly 
feeling in the pit of her stomach, but nothing, she knew, compared to 
the building pressure in her untouched canal.

    "You can only experience this once..." Seymour warned, reaching 
forward and idly tracing the bulge of her labia with a long finger. "I 
suggest you enjoy it."

    "Easy for you to say..." she hissed, rising up a bit to relieve the 
pressure on her strained membrane. For a few seconds, Rikku hovered 
between performing the crucial deed herself and having full control, or 
simply waiting for him to shove his dick forward and release her from 
any part in this charade.

    Eventually, her hips began to move downwards again, just before the 
decision was actually made. The Maester smiled at her choice, helping 
by spreading her legs even wider to ease the imminent pain. With a 
grunt, Rikku settled back onto his pole, entire weight resting on her 
cherry. It did not take long to completely rupture, and she suddenly 
rushed forward, stopping herself only after swallowing another two 
inches of flesh.

    The pricking sensation was minimal, and actually served only to 
energize the young Al-Bhed. After regrouping her courage, Rikku 
grimaced and pushed on her lions, waiting for the throbbing deep inside 
that would signify she had taken it all. Due to Seymour's excessive 
length compared to her tiny crack, neither expected her to actually 
reach the hilt, but both were pleasantly satisfied when the stiff 
implement came to rest just an inch shy of being wholly enveloped.

    "Very good!" he praised loudly, taking great pride in seeing her at 
the limit of strength, wheezing from the exertion of stretching her 
pussy so quickly. "Now then -- the quicker I finish, the quicker *you* 
finish..."

    "Okay..." Rikku said breathlessly, anchoring her stocking feet to 
the floor and slowly extricating herself from his lap. The thought of 
her blood seeping out was particularly disconcerting, so she focused on 
his placid face instead. He, though, watched with interest as her slick 
twat yawned open, as if wounded from suffering such an experience.

    "And again..." Seymour commanded firmly, watching as she sank down 
again onto his shaft. There was a bit of displeasure, but not nearly as 
much as the first dreadful stroke. Once Rikku felt him at the deep of 
her wet channel, she withdrew again, now settling into a self-sustained 
rhythm.

    "Learning quite fast, my dear..." the Guado lauded, his voice 
quavering for the first time under the effects of intercourse. His 
youthful Al-Bhed partner began riding dutifully, her limber thighs 
flexing most attractively with each rise and drop of her frame. 
Already, the constant, regular thrusts were causing her petite breasts 
to bob in a sensual dual tango.

    "Hurry... up..." Rikku growled, acting unnaturally placid for one 
supposedly in the throes of passion. "I can't keep this up all day..."

    Seymour, while selfish enough to demand sex just because he had the 
power, still felt saddened at the affirmation that it would be 
impossible for him to bring her any pleasure in this manner. The 
Maester had, of course, hoped that she would fall into an orgasming 
mess the moment they began coupling, and was disappointed to see his 
mate was totally disgusted with the entire act.

    "So sorry to have to taint..." he whispered gently, taking her chin 
in his hands. "Such a beautiful desert flower." And, even as she 
continued to fuck herself on his massive phallus, he brought her mouth 
to his and kissed deeply, letting go of all control the instant he 
tasted her sweet oral honey.

    Rikku sputtered at first from his sheer audacity, then cast her 
eyes open in alarm as greasy ropes of semen began inundating her 
spasming passage. Seymour took advantage of the teenager's indecision, 
inserting his tongue into her mouth for a few blissful moments until 
she finally reacted, pulling away and lifting her butt out of his lap.

    "You never said anything about that!" the feisty Al-Bhed bawled, 
leaning back and furiously covering her sex even as he continued to 
shoot long stands of sperm over her fingers and stomach. When the 
squirting abated, she cursed loudly in her own language and distanced 
herself.

    "Uuuugh!" Rikku bemoaned again, disgustedly scooping the white 
fluid from her crotch and wiping it on her legs, wondering if she was 
already pregnant. "This is *so* gross!"

    "But you have made me so very happy..." he countered calmly, 
waiting until she accidentally looked at his softening erection, 
lubricated with pink-tinged cum. "And I shall keep my end of the 
bargain."

    "Oh, you're soooo welcome!" she responded sarcastically, still not 
even thinking to cover herself up.

    Seymour was pleased to see Rikku had quickly regained her old 
spunk, and would not be permanently scarred from their little 
interlude. She had been quite a vigorous and emphatic lover, and would 
probably be a good stepping stone if he hoped to get in close with Yuna 
in the future.

    Covering himself with his robe, he offered to let her freshen up in 
his presence, but the slender teenager politely refused, having decided 
he'd seen her nude long enough. She rerobed lightning-fast, slyly 
rubbing sticky hands on her panties so no one would be the wiser to 
what had just happened.

    Rikku's voyeur watched intently as she departed, both knowing that
a repeat performance was just another threat away. Still, the awful
encounter was at least behind her for now. All Cid's daughter could 
think about for the present was her last night in Guadosalam, and how 
many times she would have to cream her shorts to relax enough for the 
journey through the Thunder Plains.


12/07/03 - VGSS
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