This is the translation of my FF called: "Was
Kadajs Gang treibt"
Please note, that English is not my native language,
but I'm giving my best^^;
This nearly is a word by word translation but also trimmed a little,
so maybe it does not sound too spectacular-.-
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-What Kadaj’s group
is doing-
Erotic short story
Smut !
No pairing
voyeurism
Loz’s POV:
We, Kadaj, Yazoo and I are in the
forgotten capitol. It is our shelter for now.
We are waiting for Cloud. Kadaj says that
he definitely would come to this place, to rescue those children we more or less
keep captive.
Clever way of Kadaj, to lure Cloud to us.
We are already waiting for a long time.
„Go look for if he’s coming“, Kadaj says,
„and come back here if he’s on his way.“
„I see, of cause you must care for the
children“, is Yazoo’s cold answer.
Kadaj glares back at him in anger.
In the next moment Yazoo is already out
of sight and on his way through the nightly forest.
So fast I even cannot tell which
direction he went. He left without a sound.
‚Hn, he is smooth like a cat’, I’m thinking before I also go looking for Cloud.
I’m not in such a rush like Yazoo, though
I fake haste at the beginning for Kadaj’s satisfaction.
Anyway, I’m not in the mood to wander
around and look for Cloud. I much more like to sit down on a stump and let
Yazoo do all the work.
I start to look around. This forest looks
astonishing with all the glowing trees.
I locate Yazoo sitting astride, with his
side to me, on a big log.
He does not recognize me. He is leaning
against a robust branch; the left hand rests on his chest.
I think Yazoo’s fingers and the hand are
moving slightly, but I cannot tell from this distance.
Now he turns his Head in my direction,
but his eyes are closed so he cannot see me.
‚Well, well Yazoo, so you also have no
desire to execute this boring order.’
His silhouette on the glowing log looks
astonishing.
I’m coming closer to him.
‚What do I want from him now?’
Yazoo breathes out a soft moan. Now I can
see it; See that Yazoo is rubbing this spot where his nipple is under the
leather of his coat.
I find cover behind a tree.
„He… is touching himself!” I gasp silent.
I know about it. I also touched myself
when I was alone, but I never saw Yazoo doing it.
From out of my cover I’m watching him. I
can’t help myself.
Yazoo is giving me his private show.
His thumb is circling the delicate spot
of his chest, which is under the tight, black leather, and than he rubs it with
some quick motions.
He opens his lips to utter another soft
moan; he lolls a little and grabs the zipper at his neck with the right hand.
Yazoo unzips his coat slowly right down
to the two crossing belts on his chest, then he grabs below those belts to
unzip further across his abdomen.
He finally stops below the noticeably
bulge of his pants. The leather peels aside and reveals his bare skin. A body
like made of alabaster that is worth to be seen.
I would touch it with pleasure.
Really, this view is irresistible!
For a moment he looks in my direction,
but he seems not to see me, since he calmly proceeds to fondle his own body.
‚What if he once again puts on a show to
put me in a bad light? He sure is like damn deep water.’
The right hand of Yazoo now slips under
the belts and coat to also arouse the other nipple.
He did not undress his gloves.
Now his left hand wanders tenderly along
his lovely slim waist. Very slowly, as if it really is a show. He is
incredible!
His hand touches the skin of his belly
for a moment and slides along the bulge of his pants. And again he strokes this
new delicate spot only through the leather.
Yazoo’s lips open for another groan of
arousal.
I grab for my own genitals and squeeze
what I could grab.
‚How can I withstand this?’
I see how the muscles of his thighs
contract, as he clutches the log with his legs.
But he does it not cause he could fall,
he does it of arousal or to raise it even more.
„Aaahnnnnnnnnn”, I hear his voice.
Yazoo quits the gentle, torturous method.
His hand no longer is on top of his pants
but slips inside it.
I squeeze my genitals harder, cause I
will not withstand that what is coming up.
Yazoo sensually lolls further and than –
his phallus slips out – rosy in color, slightly curved like a bow and sure very
swollen.
I moan automatically.
Yazoo’s long, gloved fingers glide up his
shaft to the gleaming glans. The same moment Yazoo slides more into horizontal
position.
The fingers glide down a bit.
His coat is only hanging on his shoulders
and below his manhood where he left the zipper close.
The movement of his fingers repeats.
I can see that Yazoo’s abdomen thrusts
slightly with the rhythm of his hand.
His lips are open and he steady emits
lustful groans.
Every single thrust pumps MY blood into
my abdomen. I always knew that Yazoo is damn sexy.
Always did his sight attract me, but to
see him like this is too intense for me!
‚I must get away!
I must be ALLONE!’
I leave quiet from Yazoo’s proximity.
Some time later I return to Kadaj. Yazoo
is already there and nonchalant he leans against a tree.
„Nothing?” Kadaj asks.
„N-no, nothing“, I answer a little
nervous under Yazoo’s eyes.
„Well then, lets take a nap.”
„Sure”, Yazoo answers as cold as always.
We camp in one of those strange houses
that look like conchs.
Yazoo and I are sleeping upstairs while
Kadaj had set his camp downstairs close the entry. Our beds are of only thin
mattresses.
I can’t sleep. The whole time I have
Yazoo’s masturbation sticking in my mind.
Because of him I masturbate once again under my thin sheet.
‚The glove’, it shoots through my mind.
I glance at Yazoo. He is sleeping. His
coat and his gloves are lying in front of his mattress.
As quiet as possible I sit up and reach
out for them. I sort out the left glove with which Yazoo did masturbate. With
two trembling hands I hold it under my nose to inhale the scent that is
sticking on it.
It smells like I thought it would – mild
of musk and of Yazoo of cause. A scent that arouses me.
Automatically my left hand slips down
between my thighs. Suddenly Yazoo turns his head and looks at me.
„What the heck are you doing, Loz?”