Restore the Bloodline
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,483
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.
Chapter 2 -- Take sceptre in hand
- And so it happened, triumph seemed as certain as the morning
sun, but when they left the Tomb of Raithwall, they were greeted
overhead by an Archadean fleet. Taken in to custody, Ashe became
separated from her companions who were bound and escorted away.
Secluded, she had some time to reflect on the matter and attempt to
plot her course from there. It felt as if she were adrift on stormy
seas on only a small life raft. She would be safe so long as she
could hold on, but rescue looked unlikely and escape was virtually
impossible.
- The Dawn Shard was to be their salvation. It sat in her lap and
she stared accusations at it. How could it sleep when she needed
answers? “What will I do?” she asked it aloud, but it
just laid dormant. Shoulders rolling forward, she bowed her head and
closed her eyes to shut out her surroundings. Suddenly, she felt the
Dawn Shard stir to life. Like before, it warned her of someone's
approach by flushing her limbs with warmth.
- Rising, she stood to face the door as it slid open. A slender
woman waited uncertainly in the doorway, looking off to the side.
“Go on,” urged a gruff voice. After a visible gulp, the
woman stepped in to the harsh, white light of the holding cell. It
was plain from her dress that she was some sort of service officer
on the ship. In her hands she held white gloves that she wrung
nervously. “I am to attend you while Judge Ghis prepares for
your arrival.”
- “Then you are dismissed,” Ashe commanded in a lofty
tone. “I prefer to be alone.” But as an answer to her
statement, the door slid closed with the red light flickering on to
indicate it had been locked.
- Even the would-be attendant looked a bit shocked by that. When
her wide, green eyes tracked back to Ashe, they softened with
apology. The Dalmascan queen simply scoffed and threw herself back
down where she had been sitting. A long, awkward silence passed
between them, then to be interrupted by the shuffling of the
officer's feet. “M'lady, if it isn't prying, I have to know,”
she stepped forward, eyes flicking from Ashe's face, then down to
her lap. “Is it true, what I was told?”
- Ashe blanched. There was no mistake where the attendant was
looking. Self-consciously, she crossed her legs. “I know not
to what you refer.” She tried to maintain the haughty
attitude, but she knew she had given herself away.
- It was little use anyway, as her cool attitude did nothing to
dissuade the young officer's curiosity. “Please, m'lady, may I
just see it-- a short peek! Merely a gander?” As she asked,
she got down on her knees, scooting forward and hands clasped
beseechingly.
- Heart racing, Ashe wanted to shove the girl away (or down).
When she neared, the scent of the young woman's shampoo filled her
nostrils. Ashe panted and reached to catch the Dawn Shard before it
fell to the floor. To her dismay, the act of recovering the relic
from it spill caused her new addition to slip free of her
constricting underwear. It sprung to life, flinging her short skirt
aside and flexing proudly as it showed itself to the interested
party at Ashe's feet.
- Mollified, the Princess tried to cover herself, but there was
too little fabric and the phallus (her phallus!) was simply too
hard! The young officer exclaimed in surprise and delight, rushing
forward like a child on candy. “It is real!” If
not for her desperation, the little slap-fight that ensued might
have been amusing. The officer wanted to touch it and try as she
might, Ashe could not defend herself from the young woman's
persistent advance. But how she relented when she felt the other's
cool fingertips on the feverish phallus. It swelled with sensation
as the woman wondered at it. The Princess could feel her pulse
drumming against the woman's palms and she passed an involuntary
sigh.
- “This is very embarrassing,” she pleaded with the
officer.
- “Nonsense! This is nothing you should be embarrassed
about, m'lady. Look at this! The size of it. The girth! Any man
would be envious.” For her part, the attendant looked just
plain hungry.
- “But I am no man!” The Princess snapped, breasts
heaving. Still, she could not pull herself away from the other's
touch. “Is this why you were sent here?” her voice
shuddered when the other woman's fingers danced down her cock. A
star of pre-cum betrayed her enthusiasm.
- “For testing, m'lady. I was curious at first-- I didn't
believe what I was told! Now that I see it... please, m'lady, can I
share your gift?”
- Gift? She sneered at the word, but her body ached with the need
to release. The Dawn Shard nearby shown like a lamp, adding to the
warmth of the room. The bloodline must continue. Spread your
seed. Ashe gritted her teeth and despite her shame, nodded her
acquiescence. “Be gentle,” she wanted to tell the other,
but she wasn't certain, at this point, if even she could keep to
that suggestion.
- It began slowly, painfully so. Ashe wanted to rush in and-- and
she wasn't sure what. Stick it in the woman? The very thought of it
caused her mind to buck. Making love to another woman was something
she had never contemplated. She had never been attracted to another
woman. And yet, here she was, in another's hands and by appearances,
soon to be in her mouth!
- Ashe cried out when the woman took her in. The warmth and the
mixture of hard and soft palette with a tantalizing danger of teeth.
The officer's tongue worked expertly over the shaft and withdrew to
the head where she sucked away the remaining precum. “You
don't taste like a man,” she spoke with obvious praise.
“You're like fresh fish-- or, or the ocean.” And like
the ocean, the attendant rushed in for more, then withdrew like the
tide.
- After impotently clawing at the hard surface of the bench on
which she was sitting, Ashe made better use of her hands in pushing
the woman's hair back from her face. The officer had entered with a
tidy style, but it began to loose in her fervor and the growing heat
of the room. Soon, the scent of their sweat mixed with that of
desire and saliva. The woman in Ashe longed for more and she cupped
the other woman by the cheeks, bringing her away from her wet cock
to taste her lips.
- Over-balancing, Ashe caught herself with one hand as she fell to
the floor. Underneath her, the officer folded and then rolled onto
her back. “Oh, so this is what you wanted, then?” she
asked in a teasing tone.
- The confusion and conflict was plain on Ashe's face. “No!
No, not at all.”
- The officer pulled up her skirt and yanked her white panties up
between her labia. Ashe swallowed and stared. “Aren't you even
a bit curious,” her tanned fingers slide down the white fabric
and then pulled them aside. Her vagina was close-cropped with hairs
as straight and black as those on her head. Ashe was startled by how
flushed the flesh between her outer labia appeared. For a moment,
she wondered if that's how hers appeared when she made love. A pang
of jealously wrenched at her heart. Would she ever look that way
again? It was so beautiful! So inviting!
- Her answer to the officer's question was a like stroke of her
fingertips. “Yeah, I would be too,” the officer wriggled
under her touch. “Pet my soft pussy. Tell me what it's like!”
- The dirty talk was a bit off-putting, but it also made her
member feel harder and heavier. “It's neatly trimmed.”
That seemed safe. “Mmhmm,” the officer urged her,
spreading her legs wide. Ashe crawled forward and put her whole hand
over the woman's crotch. The attendant greeted her touch by lifting
her hips encouragingly. Then the princess slid her hand down, two
fingertips dragging over the hood of the other woman's clitoris, and
stopping just at the sopping wetness of her opening. When the
officer ground against her fingertips, to Ashe's surprise, they slid
right in! Ashe could hardly stand the knot of desire in her groin!
When she withdrew her fingers, she marveled at the slickness. The
attendant really wanted this. Surely, it would be... maybe just a
bit... just to try it.
- Like a virgin on the first night of his honeymoon, Ashe
positioned herself awkwardly between the other's long legs. The
officer wiggled, petting Ashe more out of want than comfort. The
princess leaned back, rubbing the spongy head of her cock along the
other woman's slit, searching for the passage in. How Rasler had
fumbled that first night together! Their lovemaking was just as
clumsy and feverish. Learning from his mistakes, she held on to her
member, guiding it in as she leaned against the woman on the floor.
There was little resistance for the first couple of inches. Ashe had
to brace herself with both hands, less she spend herself right
there. She wanted more! The woman below her begged with kitten-like
mewling.
- Ashe withdrew, careful not to fall out, and then thrust in
again, this time with more force. The officer flexed underneath her,
pressing her nails into Ashe's clothed back. “More,” she
begged. “Fill me all the way.” Now having already begun,
Ashe found her body had no intention of stopping until the
inevitable conclusion. She thrust in again and again until the base
of her cock met with the woman's trimmed bush. “It's bending
inside,” is that normal? Ashe was astounded the thing did not
break! It had been so hard, and now it navigated this woman's
insides like a serpent. Oh, but how wonderful it felt to be so fully
enclosed! The princess ground her hips against the woman before
slipping out once again.
- At some point, the attendants hands found Ashe's breasts and
massaged them over her clothing. When she was able to break free of
the thrall of thrusting, Ashe lifted one hand to do the same to her
partner. How soft she was-- so unlike her husband! Ashe bent down
again to kiss the woman with all the passion borne on memories of
her love for Rasler. When the officer wrapped her arms and legs
around Ashe, she could hold it no more. She came hard in the other
woman, keening in the pleasure of it! The woman didn't climax until
moments later when Ashe rode out the rocky, last hard spasms of her
orgasm. When the woman beneath her flexed and trembled around her,
Ashe wept for the overwhelming experience.
- Slowly, they parted. Shame rushed in where curiosity and need
once drove her. Ashe huddled against the bench, still weeping
quietly. The officer sat on the bench above her, looking thoroughly
satisfied and stroking the princess' hair. “M'lady is better
than any man. Thank you for the experience. I will never forget
you.”
- Ashe held her face in both hands and sobbed. She had enjoyed it,
too! Would this be her life from now on? The officer slid down to
hug and continue comforting her. “There there, m'lady. It's a
big change, but look how well you've hidden it! I swear your secret
will not pass my lips. Bear your destiny proudly!” Before
standing, the attendant whispered playfully in her ear, “And
you will leave a long line of pleased women like me in your wake.”
- That was not reassuring! But, Ashe did think on the
departing woman's words while drying her cheeks. If this was her
destiny, there was nothing she could do to run from it. She would
take up the mantle and not only restore her kingdom, but avenge her
husband and Dalmasca all at once. She would bring the shame of this
curse down on the Emperor. Then it would be her shame no longer. She
would be proud of it-- the sceptre of the Dynast King.