Restore the Bloodline
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,484
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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FFXII is copyright Squenix. I do not own it, nor do I profit from this work of fiction. This is for entertainment only.
Restore the Bloodline
- Finally, after all the fighting, they stood before
the Dawn Shard. Everyone in the party paused as much to catch their
breath as to revere the treasure they fought so hard to claim.
Within the drab, austere architecture, the shard shone with
brightness and promise. None seemed to understand the true nature of
the relic before them, except, perhaps one.
- "What's wrong?" Basch confronted
Vossler, seeing something in his old ally's expression.
- Caught in his reverie, the Princess' bodyguard
squinted and re-directed their attention stubbornly. "Your
Majesty, we must go."
- After a deep breath, Ashe nodded. She began up the
stairs, pushing herself on despite the odd heaviness she had felt
since standing before the entrance of Raithwall's Tomb. The presence
of the Dawn Shard was the cause of the sensation. There was no doubt
about it, for as she neared the glowing orb, she could feel her
pulse stir to the guttering aura rising all around it.
- And those sensations it bore within her were truly
baffling.
- She had hoped they couldn't hear it, the wet
squish of her undergarments against her thigh as she stepped up the
stairs. They had been that way for some time and now, standing so
close to the Dawn Shard, her nethers wept for wanting. Could anyone
see it? Surely the distance and the dim light would guard her shame.
- "What?" She breathed long; tremulous.
Before her stood the apparition of her late husband. His youthful
ghost caused her heart to ache but even more, her body longed for
him. His gentle eyes stared deep into hers and he attempted to tell
her something, but though his lips moved, no sound carried to the
ears of the living. "Rasler...!" What is it you are trying
to tell me? She mouthed back to him?
- But the ghost simply stepped aside and walked
past.
- Having spotted something from his vantage, Vaan
clambered up a few stairs approaching the dias. What he saw,
however, was not Rasler's ghost. What he saw had nothing to do with
the direction in which the Princess was looking, either. When he
looked back into her eyes, he saw the weight of her sadness as she
wore to avenge her fallen husband and a troubled confusion. He could
identify with the confusion. He was certainly feeling it after what
he'd seen.
- Ashe brought up her hands from where they were
clasped at her groin, trying to hide from the others the curious
stirring she felt under her skirt. Hoping to mask her helplessness,
she proclaimed she would avenge her husband and then toyed with her
ring to reinforce the ploy. Gods, what was that she just felt? Never
before had her body reacted in such a way!
- But there was no time to contemplate it, for the
Dawn Shard had found its way into her hand and deep within some
unreachable place of her mind, she could feel it droning its
purpose. To her surprise, the intention of the shard was not what
legend would have called it to be. "The bloodline of kings must
continue on!" It repeated the sentiment, phrasing it
differently, using archaic languages, but every time restating its
intent.
- The tension within her abated and the sopping
ceased. The Dawn Shard rested in her hands, certain its holder would
fulfill her destiny!
- --
- That night, as they camped in the relative safety
of the tomb's foyer, Ashe contemplated the treasure. Though she sat
apart from the rest, she was always under the watchful eye of
Vossler. In turn, Basch watched his comrade with the niggling
suspicion that there was more to his vigilance than simple
guardianship. His eye rarely strayed. Basch suspected his brother in
arms wasn't protecting so much as observing.
- Across camp, another pair of eyes, concealed,
peeped on the Princess. “Vaan! What do you think you're
doing?” The young woman's voice behind him caused him to pitch
forward into surprise, which consequently sent him face first into
the pillar behind which he was hiding.
- “Were you spying on Ashe?” Arms
crossed, Penelo stared accusingly at the back of Vaan's head.
- When he turned around, he was rubbing a small welt
and frowning. “No-- well yes, but no. It's not like that!”
In the awkward pause, Penelo tapped her foot expectantly. “Okay,
it's like this,” Vaan said, dipping his head. “When she
grabbed the Dawn Shard, I thought I saw something.”
- “I didn't see anything!” She insisted.
- “I was closer to her, remember? I'm sure I
saw something and she's been really distracted ever since.”
Having explained, he went back to his post, peering at Ashe from
behind the column.
- “The Dawn Shard is a big responsibility,”
Penelo remarked softly to Vaan's back. Stepping to the side and out
of cover, she determined, “I'll go check on her and ask if
anything's wrong.” Passing by him, she slapped the air in
front of Vaan. “Shoo! Go help with the fire.”
- A deep thrum like a heartbeat sent warmth through
her still limbs. The Dawn Shard reacted to Penelo's proximity. Very
aware of her warmth and the scent of her, Ashe looked up at her
young companion seemingly for the first time. There was something
different about the girl now. She was captivating-- especially her
mouth. Ashe caught herself staring and cast her gaze into the
shadows of the tomb's exterior.
- Undeterred, Penelo skipped up and sat beside Ashe
with no more than the acknowledgment as invitation. “Hi. You
looked lonely,” she presented in a chipper voice. “How
are you feeling?”
- How was she feeling? That was something
she'd been puzzling over until her mind grew tired and cast the
problem to the wind. “'I'm...” she didn't want to lie
and have to explain herself, so she excused, “I have much to
think about.”
- “Yeah,” Penelo rocked back, hugging
her knees. When Ashe looked over at the young woman, the pout of her
lips sped her heartbeat. How had she missed how adorable and soft
the younger girl looked?
- What was happening to her?
- “If you don't mind,” Ashe felt the
need to retreat and recollect herself. Penelo rose with her. “Oh
sure! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have barged in on your thoughts.”
The girl was quick with apologies, but Ashe simply turned them away
with a raised hand before she turned to leave. “I just need
some time alone.”
- This time, Ashe made certain she was hidden away.
Surely her faithful bodyguard and companions would afford her enough
privacy to relieve herself. It wasn't a complete fallacy. She really
did have to go, but the solitude in light of what was happening to
her was a welcome relief.
- After a while with her cheek against the cool
stone of the tomb, she tucked the Dawn Shard under her arm and began
to work her panties down. When she felt a weight drop between her
legs, she froze with a gasp. Jaw trembling, she closed her eyes and
touched herself underneath her skirt. What was there was certainly a
part of her, but no part with which she was born. Her free hand
clapped to her mouth to catch a scream. As she felt the alien flesh,
she began to hyperventilate beneath her own hand. When her knees
gave way, she collapsed in a heap and remained half-twisted, face
down on the soberingly cold stone floor.
- Where she found the strength to pull herself up,
she didn't know, but somehow, she managed to sit up. Her fingers
searched the hem of her skirt. Eyes squeezed shut as she counted
herself down in preparation. 3, 2, 1...
- Eyes opened on the horror beneath her skirt. It
was just as she feared! Where a neatly-trimmed thatch once was now
hung a mature and well-formed set of male genitals! She wept when
she touched it. What was she to do? This wasn't anything she could
share with anyone. This was the price of the Dawn Shard! How would
this ever save her kingdom? This--?!
- She had become a freak and now she would be
reviled!
- The bloodline must continue...
- She dropped the Dawn Shard in surprise. She
wanted to throw it! Cast it away! But she knew that would not rid
her of it. They were bound and she was trapped with this repulsive
and strangely charming curse.
- It grew hard, the more she touched and examined
it. How sensitive it was! Curiously, she closed her hand around it.
Where her tears fell, the skin had become tantalizingly slick.
Irresistibly, she began pumping the ripened member. Sobs caught in
her throat and she bent forward, biting her bottom lip. Soon, it
added its own moisture, glistening and drooling like a dog in the
desert heat. With practice, the motion became smoother and soon, she
was on her knees, thrusting in to her hand and withdrawing to roll
her palm over the head.
- Heat built within her and when she released it was
an eruption. Some splashed on to the stone, but she caught most of
it, fearing leaving evidence of her hex. Collapsing back against the
wall, her legs shivering with aftershocks and her pulsating cock
softening with each heartbeat, she considered the pearly pool in her
hand.
- Now, was that so bad? Of course it was! But, she
could hide this. She would hide it until she found someone she could
consult. Her uncle, perhaps? The heat in her cheeks intensified.
What would he say when she told him? Surely, he was a reasonable
man. It's not like he had never seen one before.
- The cum began to loosen and drip between her
fingers. With no alternative, she furtively cleaned her hand with
her mouth. She mulled over the flavor and finding it not
disagreeable, she finished the job and then rose shakily to her
feet. A full bladder twitched, reminding her why she had sought
privacy in the first place. With an odd sort of delight, Ashe
relieved herself and practiced her control at the same time by
trying to write her name on the stairs. How ever had her brothers
perfected that skill?