Final Fantasy IV - For the Future of Mist

"Mist lives on!" yelled Rydia, and bowed. Everywhere around the town square, the men of Mist had gathered, excited and eager. The square itself was more of a field of grass, highlighting the village's vibrant beauty after the distant tragedy. The repaired and restored houses of the village surrounded the large field, with a large, round stone slab in the center, moved there with help from Titan.

"We are here to celebrate Mist's reborn hope, and to renew the blessing that has strengthened the village, and the heritage of the summoners still living within us and looking into the future!"

There were cheers and excited yelps all around. Rydia made a convincing impression, her pregnant, sensual figure a reminder of Mist's vigor and survival.

"With us on this day, we have esteemed quests from the kingdoms of Baron..." she said, and the visitors from Baron bowed, including the airship crew, receiving loud applause, and probably not the least for the outfits of Rosa, and Rulu, already carrying a baby for Mist and showing it off without shame or much in the way of clothes.

"...and Eblan, which has graciously offered their help to have our men spread the seed of Mist..." Edge just waved his hand, while the scantily clad female ninjas behind him bowed shortly.

"...and from the Feymarch, the daughter of a summoner and Eidolon, Tina, who regrets that she hasn't been summoned into the bedchambers of Mist for all too long..." An exotic-looking Esper bowed, giving a good view of her bare breasts as they hung down and her naked ass for the men behind. There were whistles and roudy bawls, and when Tina rose up, she pushed her milky white breasts together and gave the crowd a pouty, teasing look.

"...and a number of esteemed mages from Mysidia and Troia..." There was mixture of greetings from a varied group of mages, from the blushing Porom's curtsy to Palom's flick of his hand, producing a short burst of flame, to Leonora, who seemed to be uncomfortable with her choice of her un-Epopt-like dress, and Sabik, who threw off her black mage's coat to show her pregnant belly and round curves.

"...and from our village itself, finally of age to take part, the beautiful Sylvia!" She received perhaps the loudest applause. The young summoner was clad in a white outfit that resembled Rydia's old outfit, and which might just as well have gone for lingerie, contrasted by her dark purple hair.

"Now... to ask for the Eidolons' blessing, Sylvia will perform the summoning!" said Rydia, and discreetly placed a hand on the teen summoner's shoulder.

"Ah..." she started, clearing her throat, then went into a chant. Burning orbs flickered weakly around her, and if looking closely, it could be seen that Rydia's mouth started moving quietly. The orbs burst into existing, circling the iniate. "Lord of Fire, Ifrit, please grant the people of Mist the flame of life!.."

From the sky, a massive fireball lunged down, right into one of the small ponds nearby, splashing with a loud hiss and a heated cloud of steam. Out came a huge beast, steaming and dripping water, which then bounded right into the middle of the people, near Rydia, Sylvia and Porom. The flames at its back reignited, and Ifrit growled with a roaring bellow, drawing gasps and sounds of surprise and awe from all around the crowd.

Rydia moved closer and caressed the beast's massive horns, warm to the touch. "Thank you, Ifrit."

Sylvia gazed in awe at the beast, but behind the ferocious appearance, there was an intelligence in its eyes, and, she realized... approval?

Rydia moved to Porom and whispered into her ear. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Porom looked at the huge creature, and especially the massive cock dangling from its loins. "Y-yeah." The Mysidian white mage almost fainted from excitement.

"Everyone!" called Rydia. "To strengthen the bond between Mist and the Eidolons, Porom of Mysidia has agreed to sacrifice her virginity for Mist, to create a magical seal with the Eidolon Ifrit!"

"Show the fire burning in your veins! Show the desire flowing through Mist! We are here to bear children for the sake of our future, and the blessings guiding us there come from your passion! Let us celebrate life and the hope given us, holding back nothing, aspiring to the fullest of our existence!"

Everyone broke into raucous applause, even Ifrit, with a mighty roar, and then, the barely contained excitement of everyone in the village burst into action.

Porom looked at the summoned beast, somewhat anxiously, but with mixed excitement. It looked back at her, a long tongue swishing out from its mouth. She wasn't wearing any panties, and all the waiting and tension was about to culminate into this, finally, and she trembled with the anticipation, her thighs wet with her overflowing pussy juice.

"Alright, umm, mister lord of fire, what... eep!"

Ifrit grabbed Porom easily, and carried her over onto Titan's stone slab, and lay her there on her back. Then the beast put that long tongue into use, and whipped it on her bared pussy. Porom couldn't believe it now that it was actually happening, she had her legs spread for all of Mist to see her dripping snatch, and with relief that the horny beast probably hid some of the view. Its long tongue caressed her sex in fast, erratic motions, lapping up her sexual fluids, and it was so warm, Porom shivered with the fiery sensations rushing in her body. Never in all the times she had masturbated had it been this good! She was dripping wet, and excited beyond her mind, she had already forgotten she was going to be actually fucked by an Eidolon, after being licked by one.

"Aw, gross," Edge muttered. He didn't come here to see Porom get shafted by something out of a bad horror scroll, he came here for something else entirely..."Hey, honey," he said, nudging against one of the many nude female mages next to him. "Would you rather watch this, or would you rather find out how ninjas do it?" The mage, a fairly short young woman with chestnut hair, kept her eyes on the scene unfolding in the square, ignoring Edge entirely. Damn. Fine, he bitterly conceded, his attention turning back to Ifrit and Porom.

There was a tinge of worry when Ifrit rose up and Porom saw its bulging, inhuman shaft, ready to penetrate her inexperienced, virginal sex. But she was ready for this, lying on the surprisingly comfortable stone, presented with her legs spread, open for that huge member, her puffy red slit waiting and needing it.

"Ooh, please... do it! Fuck me! Take my promised virginity, and grant us the blessing of fertility!"

Ifrit roared again, it almost seemed like there was some mirth in its deep voice, and stepped closer, ready to take Porom's offering. It placed the bulbous cockhead of its long shaft at the teen mage's overflowing sex, and started pushing in, making her moan with exhilaration. Many of the spectators all around were watching keenly, and most of Mists' men had started showing their vigor, exposing hard erections and stroking themselves slowly while enjoying the incredible show.

"Is that really going to fit?" Cecil whispered to Rosa, his hand squeezing her bare, round butt. Leaning toward him, his wife whispered back, "I don't think they'd try this if it wasn't guaranteed."

Ifrit pushed in as deep as he could go, and Porom was already gasping for breath, even though he was barely in. Then he backed a little, before thrusting forcefully forward, the flames at its back flaring powerfully just then.

"Aaa-aaaahh!" wailed Porom in pain and sensation, going dizzy, feeling like Ifrit's beastly dong was going to tear her in two. She quickly started chanting white magic, casting curative spell after another on herself, and it helped with the pain. She was left with the unbelievable sensation of the sacred beast's thick shaft inside her, as it started moving back and forward.

"Ung, ah, hah, aaah!" she moaned, and climaxed right there, arching her back forcefully against the stone, bucking in waves of intense sensation pulsing through her body. But Ifrit wasn't stopping, and Porom gasped for breath, and tried to chant again, overwhelmed, managing only a few weak restorative spells. Her blood ran down from her sex with her fluids, and coated Ifrit's shaft as it fucked her, beastially, relentlessly. She couldn't believe how it felt, how her body could feel like this, the enormity of bliss and sensation compared to the pleasure when she played with herself.

As the crowd watched, some got started early, a masturbation epidemic breaking out. The women scattered throughout reached toward the nearest man, taking hold of the dangling shafts that seemed to be too numerous to count. All were watching the Eidolon fiercely mount the white mage, their eyes glued to the bizzarely perverted display.

"Oh, ohh, yes, ah!" moaned Porom, thinking she had regained some composure, but not even noticing how she was shivering and sweating, only taking in how hot the massive organ plowing her was, and gasping again and again as new waves of sensation built up in her. She didn't even notice when a couple of men approached her, until she felt their semen splashing on her, and even then, she first thought it was Ifrit. But only those few dared to come near the mating Eidolon, perhaps in fear of interrupting, and it seemed like a long time passed, a thudding of pleasure coursing through her body, taking her into a kind of bliss. She forgot about the village, about Cecil and Rosa, Palom and Leonora, Ceodore and Edge, and everybody else, but not the Eidolon. Ifrit's eyes flared curiously, otherworldly, and she stared into them for a while, until suddenly something crashed. It was like a spike of cold in her body, warmed by Ifrit, a sheer sensation of painful pleasure, something she couldn't describe even afterwards properly. Later, she just heard from the people around her that she shrieked and moaned, incredibly loudly, again and again, bucking and thrashing, and whether it was that or something else, Ifrit came as well, joining her with a deeply fulfilled roar. She lamented afterwards that she had no recollection of how it felt to have Ifrit pumping its Eidolon seed into her stretched and supersensitive pussy, or of when the beast withdrew its considerable length from her, and covered her with its hot, copious sperm. The spectators said it came almost endlessly, covering her in stream after stream of unbelievably thick jets of summon jizz, and from what she could remember, she had no doubt that was true.

Rydia watched as Porom was coated in otherworldly seed, practically her entire hand rammed up her cunt as she wantonly played with herself. Normally she was on the receiving end of that torrential cum shower, but this time, watching as a third person... her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for targets of sexual convenience.

When Porom regained her senses, she saw the huge Ifrit, panting with its tongue out, its eyes focused on her, and its enormous shaft resting against her waist, still dripping cum. To be more precise, first she had to wipe a thick wad of slimy seed from over her eyes, and then she could confirm what she already felt, being completely drenched with thick, hot Eidolon semen. The veil was soaked through with it, the rest running in thick rivulets down her neck and shoulders onto the stone, and her see-through dress was completely plastered with the sticky life essence. And her pussy was sore and sensitive and felt like it would never stop dripping the beast's spooge, already overflowing on her thighs and the stone. At that point, there really was no telling if two or twenty Mist men had come on her before.

Rydia strained to remove her hand from her wet crotch, and worked up her voice, "Well, ahh, after that lu... now that the pact is complete, the magical blessings of Feymarch and the Eidolons rest ever stronger upon Mist!"

She went to Ifrit, and hugged the big, hairy beast, nuzzling against it and covertly offering his long tongue a taste of her wet fingers, before dismissing the magical beast. Ifrit vanished in an implosive gout of flame, and then it was gone, only the grass charred where it had stood.

"Now let us live up to their trust, and the hope of the future! The line of summoners shall one day burn bright as a flame again, born from the desire and will inside you, from the wombs of every woman here, from the life inside the men of Mist! Cast your essence of life at us, take us for yours, and let us have your fiery passion! In other words... Men of Mist, fuck us silly, and cover us with your seed! Let us partake in the blessing of life, and have fun with it!"