Final Fantasy 1: A twisted tangent
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy I
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,567
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy I, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Beginning
Disclaimer: FF1, Final Fantasy, and all other trademarks are registered and a copyright of Square-Enix.
This story is copyright (C) 2005 by me, Premierdial. The characters presented within are solely my creation, and though their names have been taken from the FF: Dawn of Souls auto-name generator and their guise from Final Fantasy 1, their personalities are by and large original.
Please do not copy this story without giving credit where it is due. Thank you.
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The world is dying. The winds stop, the seas rage, the earth rots, and darkness cover the skies. But the people believe in a prophecy – that when the world is shrouded in darkness, four light warriors will save the world, each carrying a crystal. Prophecy often comes with hyperbole; these people imagined big, strong warriors, each with enough muscle to pull the drawbridge of Coneria alone, with more wit than the wisest of ancient scholars combined.
And as such, one day, four young, supple and beautiful women arrived, after a long journey, at the gates of Castle Coneria. In each of their hands was clutched a crystal.
* * *
"This is futile. Just go home," sighed the King of Coneria.
A spunky and athletic face shot up to him and yelled, "Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t fight!"
The King sighed again. "I’m sure all of you are very fine and capable warriors. Just Garland’s the strongest knight in the kingdom. No one can beat him," he pointed at his right-hand knight, who’s in crutches and gauze. "See?"
She rolled her eyes and stepped back. "I’m better than anyone here."
A weak chuckle and a young woman with slender curves and a green bandana stepped up to the plate, patting on the shoulder her red-armored companion. "I’m ... going to have to have to apologize for my companion’s behavior. But we really are something else. I mean, you can’t argue with this, can you?" She trails her hands vaguely around her chestal area.
The King raised his eyebrows and looked aside. "Well... you may have a silver tongue."
The hot-headed young warrior looked to her more suave companion. "Oh, cut it out, Elia. Don’t hit on him. We’ll show him that we’re better than any knight in his kingdom."
A third woman – this one dressed in simple purple clothes and a headband, with a similarly athletic build and exotic tanned skin, grinned. "I am amazed at the King’s lack of faith in the light warriors," she rolls off her tongue, with a sexy, killer accent.
The King shakes his head and stares down at the group. "Look, aren’t there supposed to be four warriors, anyway?"
"Actually, yeah, Sarina just went to town to buy us supplies," the thief explains. "That proves to you how good at planning we are, oh dear King?"
Elia peers to her companion dubiously. "She’s running late, though, isn’t she?" She’s met with a sharp nudge as a response. "Right, right..."
* * *
"Oh, oh god, don’t..." whispered the young white mage. Currently, Sarina was in a real bind. What started as a simple shopping trip to Coneria for her friends turned out to be an ordeal when a pair of goblins snuck up from behind her and dragged her off the road.
Said goblins grinned widely at their success. Quickly stripping themselves of their clothing, they flashed their instruments at the horrified young woman and began fapping, with a comically loud ‘fap-fap-whap’ sound. Struggling uselessly against her crude bonds, the white mage was pinned down on the grass and helpless to resist.
And fairly soon, goblin seed was on her face, causing her to shriek out. The shriek was short-lived, however, as the goblin penis thrusted forward to slide into her mouth. Crude and vague cries escape the goblin’s lips as it instructs her in a language she does not understand, although the pelvic gestures make it quite clear to Sarina that she was to deliver the goblin a blow-job.
And a blow-job the goblin receives, the young woman pumping the member in her mouth in and out, sucking and licking the tip as if in hopes the monster will leave her alone. While that was going on, the other goblin feels his dirty hands all over the human’s soft clothes and eventually digs into her lower torso, where it yanks down her panties.
A frightened ‘mm’ escapes Sarina’s lips as she feels the second goblin hammering down upon her precious flower, over and over again, already previously wettened. Meanwhile, the goblin thrusts his ramrod further deeper, making her gag slightly, before he finally ejaculates in her, forcing her to suck down more seed than what had previously splattered onto her face.
And as every lemon eventually boils down to, the second goblin eventually blows its stack, pumping the young white mage full of goblin semen. Fortunately for Sarina, she had not been a virgin, despite her wallflowery origins, and as such it did not hurt as bad as it could have been.
* * *
"Naw, she has a way about being slow. Wants to make sure she gets the best stuff, y’know?" the thief laughs.
"I just hope so, Stella," Elia stares flatly at her companion.
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More to come, later. Please review! Suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome.
This story is copyright (C) 2005 by me, Premierdial. The characters presented within are solely my creation, and though their names have been taken from the FF: Dawn of Souls auto-name generator and their guise from Final Fantasy 1, their personalities are by and large original.
Please do not copy this story without giving credit where it is due. Thank you.
---
The world is dying. The winds stop, the seas rage, the earth rots, and darkness cover the skies. But the people believe in a prophecy – that when the world is shrouded in darkness, four light warriors will save the world, each carrying a crystal. Prophecy often comes with hyperbole; these people imagined big, strong warriors, each with enough muscle to pull the drawbridge of Coneria alone, with more wit than the wisest of ancient scholars combined.
And as such, one day, four young, supple and beautiful women arrived, after a long journey, at the gates of Castle Coneria. In each of their hands was clutched a crystal.
* * *
"This is futile. Just go home," sighed the King of Coneria.
A spunky and athletic face shot up to him and yelled, "Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t fight!"
The King sighed again. "I’m sure all of you are very fine and capable warriors. Just Garland’s the strongest knight in the kingdom. No one can beat him," he pointed at his right-hand knight, who’s in crutches and gauze. "See?"
She rolled her eyes and stepped back. "I’m better than anyone here."
A weak chuckle and a young woman with slender curves and a green bandana stepped up to the plate, patting on the shoulder her red-armored companion. "I’m ... going to have to have to apologize for my companion’s behavior. But we really are something else. I mean, you can’t argue with this, can you?" She trails her hands vaguely around her chestal area.
The King raised his eyebrows and looked aside. "Well... you may have a silver tongue."
The hot-headed young warrior looked to her more suave companion. "Oh, cut it out, Elia. Don’t hit on him. We’ll show him that we’re better than any knight in his kingdom."
A third woman – this one dressed in simple purple clothes and a headband, with a similarly athletic build and exotic tanned skin, grinned. "I am amazed at the King’s lack of faith in the light warriors," she rolls off her tongue, with a sexy, killer accent.
The King shakes his head and stares down at the group. "Look, aren’t there supposed to be four warriors, anyway?"
"Actually, yeah, Sarina just went to town to buy us supplies," the thief explains. "That proves to you how good at planning we are, oh dear King?"
Elia peers to her companion dubiously. "She’s running late, though, isn’t she?" She’s met with a sharp nudge as a response. "Right, right..."
* * *
"Oh, oh god, don’t..." whispered the young white mage. Currently, Sarina was in a real bind. What started as a simple shopping trip to Coneria for her friends turned out to be an ordeal when a pair of goblins snuck up from behind her and dragged her off the road.
Said goblins grinned widely at their success. Quickly stripping themselves of their clothing, they flashed their instruments at the horrified young woman and began fapping, with a comically loud ‘fap-fap-whap’ sound. Struggling uselessly against her crude bonds, the white mage was pinned down on the grass and helpless to resist.
And fairly soon, goblin seed was on her face, causing her to shriek out. The shriek was short-lived, however, as the goblin penis thrusted forward to slide into her mouth. Crude and vague cries escape the goblin’s lips as it instructs her in a language she does not understand, although the pelvic gestures make it quite clear to Sarina that she was to deliver the goblin a blow-job.
And a blow-job the goblin receives, the young woman pumping the member in her mouth in and out, sucking and licking the tip as if in hopes the monster will leave her alone. While that was going on, the other goblin feels his dirty hands all over the human’s soft clothes and eventually digs into her lower torso, where it yanks down her panties.
A frightened ‘mm’ escapes Sarina’s lips as she feels the second goblin hammering down upon her precious flower, over and over again, already previously wettened. Meanwhile, the goblin thrusts his ramrod further deeper, making her gag slightly, before he finally ejaculates in her, forcing her to suck down more seed than what had previously splattered onto her face.
And as every lemon eventually boils down to, the second goblin eventually blows its stack, pumping the young white mage full of goblin semen. Fortunately for Sarina, she had not been a virgin, despite her wallflowery origins, and as such it did not hurt as bad as it could have been.
* * *
"Naw, she has a way about being slow. Wants to make sure she gets the best stuff, y’know?" the thief laughs.
"I just hope so, Stella," Elia stares flatly at her companion.
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More to come, later. Please review! Suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome.