Final Fantasy 1: A twisted tangent

A full day of travel later, our favorite light warriors assembled in front of the temple of chaos. It stood forebodingly as they peered down the length of its entrance, dark and untelling of its secrets. But they were ready – they had to be ready. Especially after the flamboyant stories of their might they told back at Coneria.

Elia brandished her iron sword and held it with both hands, grinning as she looked towards the group. "Let’s do this, girls."

Stella sighed slightly as she brushed a wisp of hair aside. "Don’t get too excited. We’re here for the princess, not treasure or adventure or any of that, y’hear?"

Luca grins as she adjusts her robe – which only barely conceals her busty figure – as she lets out, "Whatever aids us in our endeavour, lovekins."

Sarina just blushed at that. Shy girl, her. That and she had not fully recuperated from her ordeal with the goblins. It was not good to be Sarina, for what was to come soon would just add insult to injury.

And with that, the four young women entered, ready to do battle with Coneria’s finest knight... or rather, what was once its finest. Now a rogue, and a kidnapper of the princess.

* * *

By now, Princess Sarah had definitely worn herself out of vigor and stamina. She lay there, soaked and drenched with Garland’s potent semen, wrapping her from head to toe. She panted softly as Garland left her bound on the altar, laughing to himself at his unmatchable fertility compared to any other man in the kingdom.

"Stop right there, evildoer!" a brave voice announced through the relative darkness of the throne. Garland turned and saw four young and new targets, and unclothed as he was, he still stood proud of his mane of pubic hair.

Which prompted Sarina to widen her eyes and turn aside at the impressive length of the man’s appendage. Stella whistled a bit and jokes, "His length’s immune to cold. This temple’s colder than Matoya’s tit."

"Who goes there?" Garland pronounced. "I, Garland, shall knock you all up!"

A blush runs through Sarina’s face, but Elia just showed discontent and annoyance at his joke. "The only one getting knocked up here is you!"

Luca sighed and peered to her. "Slow, aren’t we?" She stepped up and cracked her knuckles. "I will enjoy defeating you in arm-to-arm combat, sir knight." And with that, the two combatants squared off, Garland in nothing but his helmet and cape (which he was reputed for never removing; not a single person in Coneria knows of his true face).

Elia frowns slightly as she watches Luca square off with the knight. "Hey, he’s mine, Luca!" With that, she joined her combatant in the battle, wildly swinging her sword in a most aggressive manner. Luca yelped slightly as she hopped away from the swing of the blade.

"Elia, you’re fighting too..." Luca started, before she winced as she saw her companion getting a hard sock to the gut. Elia gasped as she dropped to her knees and more importantly her sword, which she scampered to pick up, but the cunning knight grabbed her wrist before then and dragged her up along his torso’s length. "Ah ah ah!" he called.

"Let go of me!" Elia shouted as she struggled rather uselessly. Despite being an athletic woman, her feminine strength was still outdone by Garland’s ripe and bulging muscles. Elia could feel his penis rubbing up against her butt, and she growled a bit at it. "You pervert!"

Luca took a defensive pose as she squared and judged her opponent and her new hostage. "You are a dirty opponent," she huskily spoke, "Truly not a knight."

Sarina yelped in panic at how the situation turned out and looked to Stella. "Do something!" Stella, the thief, shrugged slightly and replied with a helpless, "I’m not a fighter."

Garland backed slightly away from Luca as he took the opportunity to seize up Elia’s clothing, running his hands through the leather straps that kept her armor together. It didn’t take long before the various red-colored armor plates dropped one by one, and when that was removed, all it took for the detained warrior to get naked was a powerful rip from Garland’s almost supernaturally powerful hands.

"Ahh! Pervert!" Elia repeated as she found herself becoming quite naked. But all she found next was the taller man’s cock rubbing up against her ass, and entering it quite readily, even, causing her to yelp in pain. "N-no! Not there!"

Luca leapt to the rescue, but Garland intercepted her punch by palming her fist and pulling her towards him and Elia. To the monk’s surprise, her toned body was still no match for the powerful knight and she found herself being mooshed up against the naked Elia. Garland grinned as he saw Elia and Luca finding themselves in an accidental lip-lock, effectively silencing them as he continues to pump into the brash warrior’s behind.

"Now I’ve got three maidens!" he triumphantly called as he seized the two and brought them down with his superior strength, with him coming up on top. He summoned up rope by use of his magical powers and quickly and effortlessly bound them together, breast-to-breast, pelvis-to-pelvis, mouth-to-mouth, at a quite blinding speed. And Luca was not spared her dignity, for her purple robes came off quite easily with a display of brute force.

And with that, the monk and warrior both found themselves defeated at the hands of the Conerian ex-knight, Garland, now his helpless toys – of course, of a sexual nature.

* * *

Stella grabbed Sarina’s hand and escaped in the meanwhile. "We’ll never beat him," she called. "Let’s run before we get gangbanged!"

"B-but what about Elia and Luca?" Sarina asked, somewhat naivetely. Stella shook her head and continued to drag her out of the room. "We’ll regroup and think of something. I’m sure of it!"

The thief took a corner to retrace her steps back to the temple’s entrance. Much to her chagrin, however, it had been blocked by hulking shambles of what were once temple-dwellers; now, just ghouls. "Oh, crap."