Final Wish Porno Story: Flick Night
He sat and stared at the small box displaying the boring news in his small apartment. He wasn’t really paying too much attention to it anymore, as it was uninteresting. Things for him lately had been weird…to say the least.
He had found himself spending much more time than intended with the petite, raven-haired ninja. Not that it was his choice or anything. She just kept tending to appear at the utmost random times of the day and would refuse to leave. He didn’t really mind the company, but it was…different. He wasn’t used to it.
He picked up his glass of wine and sipped it slowly. He picked up the remote and blankly channel surfed a little more. He stopped when he found some show on celebrity gossip.
“In recent news, Cloud Strife had been seen hanging around closer to fellow teammate Yuffie of Wutai. Our sources told us that the two have been secretly seeing each other since the defeat of Sephiroth almost five years ago.”
Vincent felt a growl building up in his chest. Cloud and Yuffie? How could they not know that Cloud and Tifa were attached? And recently more than ever.
“And other sources have told us that due to Shinra’s experiments, Vincent Valentine really might be a vampire.” Vincent turned up the volume and sank his head to rest of his knees. “A close friend of his has told us, ‘Course he’s a fuckin’ vampire! Have you seen the man? He slept it a God damned coffin for years!'”
Cid. That bastard would say something like this. Vincent just growled and turned off the TV.
“Well, Cloud is pretty cute.” Yuffie’s voice had actually startled him, as he had somehow not even heard her enter his apartment. “Not nearly as sexy as you though.” She winked at him and laughed.
Vincent just nodded. There weren’t proper ways to ever respond to her sexually-driven jokes.
“I mean, vampires are totally hot!” She started laughing again, but then stopped when she realized that he didn’t find it as funny as she did.
“What did you want?” His voice came out as smooth but as hard as metal. It was vaguely muffled by the cloak that covered his mouth.
“Materia, naturally.” She beamed Vincent a huge grin. “Right now? I’m just bored. I figured you were missin’ yourself some Yuffie anyways.”
Vincent just huffed and leaned back into his small bed.
Yuffie crawled over him, looming dangerously close. “C’mon! Let’s go do something.” She whined and then pouted, her face tantalizingly close to his.
“Like what?” He didn’t even seem fazed by the petite woman positioned over him.
“Well, we could…um!” She sat back, pretty much perched in his lap. He was wondering if she realized what she was doing. He was pretty much dead, but he was still a man. “Shit. What do you want to do? I have no idea what you like to do other than do nothing or read.”
He stayed quiet for a while, his eyes just penetrating strong enough into her eyes to seemingly paralyze her. “That would pretty much be it.”
She paused and put her hand on her chin, as if trying to concentrate. “Well, you watch TV all the time! Let’s watch a movie! I can pick one out! What kind do you like?”
He just kept looking at her. He didn’t really watch movies, so he didn’t have a favorite type. He was startled again when she randomly jumped up and exclaimed, “Horror it is then! Do you have any? Or should I go to a store? Or do you have a movie channel?”
They-Yuffie-picked a PPV movie. It was about some crazy serial killer going around terrorizing his hometown. It actually did scare the crap out of the young ninja. “You know what irritates me!” Yuffie exclaimed, leaning back into the soft pillows right next to Vincent. “The way those kids keep having sex. Don’t they get it? He’s going to kill them if they do! I wouldn’t want to die that way. I mean, during sex, yeah, that’s a good way to go. But totally naked? What if I died naked? And what if like, Cid found me? Or you? Not only am I dead, but I’m naked.”
Vincent suppressed a groan. He didn’t need that mental image. Technically, she was forty-one years younger than he was. Physically he was still eight years older. Legally, she was a full-grown woman, but the idea was still horrifying to the vampyric-Vincent.
“You know what? You’re no fun!” Yuffie made an exaggerated groan. “Do your vocal cords work?”
“I’m sorry.” This time it was his turn to startle her. It always surprised her when he did talk and open up. It was rare, the talking. And he had only ever opened up to her once, and it was only slight. It was when he admitted that he had learned the hard way that sins cannot be forgiven, no matter how hard you tried.
That statement perplexed Vincent. He spent thirty years trying to repent everything he had let happen to Lucrecia. And it didn’t work or even make him feel any better. Then Cloud gets up and within’ a week gets all of his forgiven.
“Okay!” Her voice interrupted his thoughts. “You never talk, and I’ve gotten used to that! But you usually at least listen! You totally weren’t just now?”
“I apologize.” The words were soft in the air and barely audible again.
He could feel her body slump as she admitted defeat to opening up the invincible beast. He could feel her curl up on her side. It didn’t surprise her-she always just decided that Vincent’s bed was more than perfect for letting herself rest and forcing Vincent to the floor.
He was controlling her. Dominating her-in a way she never thought was possible for him. His hands ghosted over her soft skin and eventually over her supple breasts. “Vin…” She mumbled, her head flying back as she belted out a hearty moan. She didn’t know how he felt, but she knew that she felt damn good.
She let her hand creep downward toward the buckles encasing his lean waist. She moved a little lower, satisfied to feel that he was definitely enjoying this experience. She started to rub it slowly, not pushing too hard. The leather of his too-tight closing probably already probably was hurting him, and pushing it into him more would only make it worse. She just assumed that. She wasn’t totally sure but she didn’t want to push her luck. She frowned though; he used his good hand to push hers away; he did it softly, but still gave her a warning glare.
“No.” His voice was stern but gentle. “Let me…savor this…”
As his mouth moved from the nape of her neck and down to her breasts he took the pert little pink nipple into his mouth with using his hand to tease the other one.
“Vincent!” She cried out.
“Are you okay?” Vincent stood immediately. He watched as Yuffie started to awaken. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked…warm.
“Huh?” She asked softly. She sounded nervous and panicked. Almost strangled.
“Are you alright?”
“Why do you ask?” She was too quick to answer.
“You called for me.” His voice was still mono-tone.
She paused. “I was thirsty.” She lied.
“Would you like me to make tea?” He left the room before she could answer.
She sat up and frowned when she realized that her panties were completely soaked. She felt hot and flustered now. She kept the sullen look on her face as she drank the tea that Vincent eventually brought her. During his time in the kitchen he thought about her, and had assumed what she may have been dreaming of that led her to calling Vincent’s name out loud. The idea appealed to him, but he was still unsure. He was almost afraid.
When he saw her sitting on his bed, he knew instantly that his predictions had been right. It was a….sexual dream. She was still blushing and looked agitated. She was shaking too.
He just kept watching her while she drank her tea. It was making her nervous to have him staring so intently. And it was way more intent than his usual stare.
He realized in that moment how bad he wanted her. Wanted to take her as his own. But he knew how wrong and unfair that would be. He could only assume that she had never…
“Is something wrong?” Yuffie’s voice was softer than usual. The glaze of lust in her eyes sent him over the edge.
He unclipped the blood red cloak and let it fall to the ground.
The mug immediately fell from her hands as she stared incredulously. She had never seen him without it. “Vincent.” She murmured. She took in his figure. It was still trapped in that too-tight leather suit. But she could see how lean and yet muscular he was.
As soon as she stood up, Vincent stepped forward and leaned down to have his mouth claim hers. Her eyes flew open before fluttering shut. He didn’t move though. It was as if he was asking for her permission to continue.
She flew her arms around his neck and jumped up so her legs could wrap around his waist. She opened her mouth as she waited for Vincent to deepen the kiss. And she felt her entire body start on fire when he did deepen the kiss.
His arms held onto her so strongly she actually felt pain, but didn’t care. She was too focused on that kiss.
“Vincent…please…” She murmured against his lips.
He moved and crushed her between his solid body and the wall. His hands locked into her short raven hair.
She started to unbutton her shorts as much as she could before Vincent stopped her. “Let me.” He muttered against ear before he nibbled it. She felt shivers run through her body as he did this. He picked her back up and gently laid her on the bed. He studied the flushed and eager woman lying on his bed. Her shorts were still unbuttoned but intact. He kneeled down by her feet which were hanging off of the bed. He took off the boots and the socks. He let his fingers roam over the soft skin.
“Gloves off.” She whispered. She sounded strangled again.
He pulled them off on command and continued his journey upwards. He pulled her shorts down, where he could see the small yellow panties that were soaked already. He bit his lip to suppress another groan as he pulled those off. He nearly gasped at how eager she was. He kissed the little nub above the grand entrance before moving up to kiss her naval. She was already writhing beneath him.
“Vincent, just now! Please!” She was squirming and begging.
“Not yet.” He whispered as he pulled her into a sitting position and pulled her shirt over her arms and off of her body.
He stared at her naked body. She was too beautiful for words. He caught her lips another another fiery kiss.
“You’ve seen me. Let me see you.” The young ninja murmured against his lips. She started to pull at one of the buckles but he stopped her.
“Let me.” He offered, knowing how difficult it was with as many buckles as he had. And the clothes themselves were so tight she’d have a hard time peeling them off of him. But the time he finished she could feel her eyes glued to his chest. He suddenly felt self-conscious about himself when he remembered the amount of scars he had on all over his body. “I’m…” He pulled the sheets up over himself, trying to hide his body.
“Beautiful.” She finished the sentences. “They show stories.” She murmured, pulling the blanket away.
He felt a small smile growing as he kissed her again. He let her hands roam over her body and she jerked and writhed beneath him once his hand found her wetness. He started kissing and nibbling her neck while his thumb rubbed over the swollen nub. His own organ was aching more and more with every incoherent word uttered from the bruised lips of his little ninja.
“Now.” She demanded.
“Not yet-” He tried to protest but she moved to a sitting position and wrapped her little hand around his shaft. He hissed out in pleasure. “Yuffie.”
“I’ll only stop if you take me…now.” Her back arched when he slipped two fingers into her.
His hips were jerking beyond his control into her hand so he freed his hands from her and laid her down. He gave her a questioning look when she said, “No. Way.”
She pushed him over and straddled his chest. She leaned over to kiss him quickly before moving further down his body.
“Yuffie…you don’t have to…” He couldn’t stop the groan that left his throat when she slid onto him. He looked at her again, watching her lithe, beautiful body taking his. She moved up and down in such a perfect way that she couldn’t really have been a virgin. But he knew that she was, especially because when she first started the movements he could see the tears rolling down her face. But soon enough she got more into it, feeling her climax edging closer and closer.
She was moving too slow. And she knew it. She was teasing him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her down and crushed her into his chest and rolled the couple over. He rested on his forearms as he started pounding into her, slowly building up intensity and speed. She was enjoying herself, it seemed, so he figured it would be okay to ram her the way he could’ve only dreamed over.
“Vincent!” She screamed as she started bucking with the spasms of her orgasm. Vincent gave in to the release when he could feel her muscles clenched around him.
Once he was done he pulled out. He then moved to lie on his side next to the now sated Yuffie. She smiled at him.
“You should have inappropriate dreams more often.” He murmured softly, a blush creeping over his face as he said the statement.
She gave out a hearty laugh. “Love you too, Vin.” She kissed his nose before cradling herself into his chest and letting herself fall into a much needed sleep.