Mistresses of the World of Ruin

Locke decided to depart the party to go to the Dragon's Den, where Terra had told him they took Celes. While the party cautioned against it at first, they knew he wasn't in any shape to fight after all that he had been through. They decided to trust the final task of fighting Goddess to Terra, Sabin, Setzer, and Relm. They formed an auxiliary party with the remaining members, and left Locke to himself.

"Good luck. I know you can do it, especially after what I've seen Relm do!" cried Locke, taking the helm of the ship with him. He knew his plan. He wanted to catch a glimpse of the converted Celes, but he knew that the party would pull through, so that he could see her turn back to normal. But was that the real reason? Those dreams had just been nagging at him.

He flew, pensively. These had been an interesting couple of days. He learned last night that the feeling of pure submission wasn't as bad, wasn't as evil as he anticipated. Perhaps he had seen so much of the World of Ruin that he was losing faith in his ability to make that change.

He steered the airship down and landed out, and let the ship hover on its own with the maintenance staff. He wandered into the cave.

Eventually, he had found her. He heard a siren's breathy voice lure in, "Looooocke," as a shadow rounded the corner, first the long holder, then sexy dress that hugged her curves, and then... her... just like in the dreams.

"Celes," sighed Locke, as she drew closer, setting down her unlit holder. Was this the only way to consummate their love?

Celes had become a Vilia, the champion of the sexy seductresses. She wore a long, shimmering white dress and voluptuous high heels that brought her to the height of Locke, maybe slightly taller. Her long gloves gave her a queenly quality as her makeup was done perfectly, and her eyes that Locke fell in love with were still there, albeit in a more seductive and sinister gaze.

Locke knew there was something wrong with this- what he was about to do, while his party fought. However, his logic somehow guided him to do this. Everything was going to be alright.

Celes pressed herself against Locke as she whispered, "Let's not waste any time," and she held his face with her arms and pulled him in for a deep kiss, letting her sweet lipstick tantalize his tongue. She had learned never to waste time, and when a hero was doubting, to pounce on the opportunity and force them a kiss. It was better to overwhelm than tease, sometimes. She moaned, using her other arm to tease Locke's pants and bring him to a rise as she pressed her body against his, up against a wall, grinding herself against him all while continuing the kiss and making sexy, needy moans. After giving in to Terra, his resistance was fully crushed, and the person that he wanted all along had the key to destroying him completely.

Locke responded in full, wrapping his arms around her, as she used her other arms to rip off his shirt. She broke the kiss, running her gloved arms along his chest, giggling, "It's finally nice to be together, isn't it, Locke?" Locke let out a lazy moan in response as he stripped himself down to his shorts, which Celes promptly tore off. She offered no resistance as he pulled down her dress and began to suck her nipples. She responded in turn, stroking his rock-hard member with her silken hand and getting wet and nasty with his precum. She then kneeled down and sucked on his member, lapping on the precum with her tongue and making Locke tremble and convulse in hardness that bursted beyond how hard his dick was capable of being. He felt like he was ready to explode- this was so nice. The temptation, the spells, the anticipation, and the person, all in one. It was so wrong, but it was just so damn right.

She took her lips off his member, meeting his eyes with a sexy look as she gazed upward and licked her lips needily. She whispered, "I think it's just soooo nice," as she ran her tongue on his dick, still maintaining eye contact that made him almost want to explode. Celes was completely teasing him. She then pushed him back on the ground and tore off her gloves, mounting him.

"Are you ready to spend it all with me, Locke?" she said, kissing him full on the lips aggressively. She said again, "are you ready?" He screamed yes, as she smiled. They were both so horny, like two tigers in heat ripping through each other. She guided her dripping labia on Locke's cock, and came down on him as he screamed, thrusting himself inside of her as she bent down and kissed him again, again, planting kisses all over. This was infinitely better than any fantasy he had ever had. There was no comparison at all, and he had absolutely no regrets. Locke thrust himself deeper and deeper into Celes as she moaned crazily. She continued to plant kisses and bob her head back and forth, giving herself to him.

She whispered the magic words, "Cum for me Locke." Hearing Celes say that was more than anything to him. He finally came. It was an explosion of screaming as he tore into her, spurting everything he had and fought for into her body. After a few moments, he finally rested as she lifted herself off him.

She giggled and planted a wet kiss on Locke's lips. His eyes were closed, but as he slowly opened them, they were bright pink.