Companion

((Salut; this is your writer, Trenchcoat Oni. For the record, I’m a teenage boy living in the states. There; enough said. This is a FFX fan fic; the first piece I’ve ever finished. I must say, I’m quite proud. Fair warning though – it’s quite long, so if you don’t have the patience, don’t read it. It’s Yuna x Kimahri, and takes place on Besaid before Tidus shows up. I appreciate reviews, suggestions, PMs, and pretty much all feedback. If you have something you want me to write, go ahead an suggest it. Oh, and for the record, FFX and all related are the property of Square Enix (not me). This work was written for neither malice nor profit, but only for entertainment purposes.))

“Companion” – A Final Fantasy X Fan Fiction.

With a soft sigh, Yuna stood on the beach, looking out to the sunset.
“There’s nothing as beautiful as the sun setting on Besaid…” murmured Lulu to her.
“Well, maybe not nothing, but certainly not much,” said Wakka.
“Nothing,” said Lulu definitively.
Kimahri remained silent.

Yuna stoically began her trek back to her abode. ‘All this beauty… all this beauty and no one to share it with,’ thought the young summoner. She surveyed the small village on Besaid. ‘There are people here… but they can share it with each other. No one can bring themselves to love a summoner, because what if a summoner should succeed?’ With a melancholy sigh, she continued along the path. ‘The only people who have ever cared about me have been Wakka, Lulu, and Kimahri. But they could never come to actually [i]love[/i] me. Lulu just lost Chappu, Wakka’s head over heels stuck on Lu, and Kimahri… is Kimahri. No one could love me… but it doesn’t matter. This is what’s best, and-’
Yuna’s thoughts were interrupted as the reached the village. It was dark now, but there was everyone had been waiting for the girl. “Can I get you some of this?” “Do you need some of this, mi’lady?” “Does the lady summoner want…” With their polite fear, the villagers obeyed her every request – to please let me get some rest, would you see to it that no one disturbs me, to wipe that god-damn look of worship off your face. The summoner smirked to herself at the thought of saying that one. But she knew she would be forgiven if she said it; they always found an excuse for her actions. If it wasn’t a rough day, she’d eaten bad food. If she wasn’t upset over someone’s actions, she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Justification for any offense she might commit. ‘Just for once, I’d like to do something wrong and for them to actually care about it.’
But resigned in her status, she retreated to her small hut.

There were two rooms; a living/kitchen area with a wood-burning stove, table, and chairs. There was also a smaller bed room, with a canopy bed barely more than her arm span wide, but still larger than anyone else’s on the island. A wonderful aroma was wafting through the cabin. A thick stew of sausage, beans, and sweet peppers bubbled on the stove, left there from this morning. Hungrily, she scooped some into a wooden bowl. She was about to dine upon it when she heard a faint thump outside her door.
Kimahri.
As always, he spent the night outside her cabin. ‘He wants to guard me… but what does he think the danger is?’ Yuna shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Kimahri wasn’t comprehensible; there wasn’t reason to try to understand his actions. ‘Or is there? Maybe we just think he’s different because he looks different… we don’t reach out to him because we’re afraid.’
‘Is it the same as me?’
Yuna felt ashamed of herself. Perhaps they were more alike than she had thought… kindred spirits, outcasted by most of the village. In shame, she got up and went to the door. Opening it ever so slightly, she peeked out at the vigilant Kimahri. With only the slightest growl of recognition, he turned to look at her.
“Kimahri… um… perhaps you would like some… you know, dinner?”
Without a word, he followed her inside.

Yuna immediately grabbed another, much larger bowl from her pantry. She began to dollop generous amounts into it and handed it to Kimahri. “Here. This is good; you should like it.”
She sat down at the table; the Ronso joined her. She ate her food in silence, not daring to look up at her dining partner. For a few minutes the room was completely quiet.
Finally, Kimahri broke the silence. “Yuna show Kimahri kindness. She share with Kimahri. Why Yuna do this?”
The summoner almost choked on her stew. After recovering, she blushed. “Well, I, uh… I thought you needed a friend. I did, and you were the only person I could think of.” She turned even redder as she realized how true it was. “I want you and I to be friends, Kimahri. We both need someone to be close to.”
“Yuna first human to ever show Kimahri kindness. Kimahri… thank Yuna.” He bared his fangs in what must have been the Ronso equivalent of a smile, and stood up from his chair. “Kimahri be leaving now. Kimahri guard kind Yuna, show her how much he care for her.” He made for the door.
Before he could take a second step, Yuna leapt to him and put her arms around his waist. Her head didn’t even reach his armpits, but she still squeezed him as though it would somehow stop him from leaving. “Please don’t go,” she whispered. “I just want a friend to be around. But friends should be around each other, not have walls between them.” She hugged him tighter. “Please don’t go? Stay in here, with me,” she asked meekly.
He looked down at her. Without inflection, he simply said, “Kimahri will stay.”

Yuna led him to the other room, and they both sat down in the center of the bed. The summoner gently leaned against his strong arms. He only stared at her. “Why are we sitting here?” asked Kimahri. “When Ronso are friends, they hunt together, work together. Ronso not sit together.”
The girl turned to him. Straining to explain, she finally came up with an adequate answer. “When humans are friends, they spend time together. We want to be close to one another,” said Yuna. “Now is not a time to hunt or work. Now is a time to be close.”
Kimahri put his arm over her shoulders, gently cradling her.
Yuna shook at his touch. His warm fur felt good against her back and shoulders. She pivoted herself over, setting down in his lap. She placed her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “Hold me,” she mumbled. He obliged, wrapping both arms over her shoulders tenderly.
She stared up at his face. It seemed so foreign to her – whiskers, wrinkles, fur, and fangs. But his eyes were something she understood. She saw the same thing in his livid yellow eyes that she saw in hers every time she stood before a mirror: loneliness. He needed someone to be near to just as much as she did. ‘We’re the same. Neither of us can truly be part of culture, but we both [i]need[/i] to.’
Without thinking, Yuna stretched up and planted a kiss upon his black, whiskered lips. Before he could protest, she placed a finger over his lips. “Please… don’t say anything.” She put another kiss on his lips, longer and more luscious. This time he returned it.

Before she realized what was happening, she had pushed him on his back. Lying atop the Ronso, she was fiercely kissing him, pulling on his lips with hers, exploring his mouth with her tongue. The summoner gave a slight squeal when she realized he was kissing her now, not just her mouth, but her cheeks, her ears, her neck. She moaned as he bit her neck through his lips, sighing passionately. Yuna ran her hands down Kimahri’s furry chest. A deep moan came from his throat; he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

Yuna had never been touched like this, and judging by Kimahri’s passionate, unrestrained motions, neither had he. Yuna giggled slightly as she felt him drag his tongue around her neck. It tickled, its sandpaper-like bumps running across pale, gossamer skin.
Slowly, Yuna could feel herself growing warmer. Perhaps it was just his body heat, but it felt warmer than usual. And his fur was so soft on her arms and shoulders; it felt so good. She’d never realized quite how hot her summoner’s dress was.
But she wasn’t about to stop; this was the only thing she ever wore.

For a few more blissful minutes they continued, she dragging her hands through the fur on his chest and him embracing her tenderly as they shared fiery kisses. Suddenly, Yuna realized it wasn’t just warm; it was hot. It was very hot. She could feel heat radiating out of her, and a warmth growing between her legs. She flushed, both from the temperature and embarrassment. Kimahri gingerly sniffed the air, and looked down at her face. Gently, he pressed his hips forward, pressing his waist into hers.
She inhaled quickly. It felt so [i]good[/i]. She knew it would feel good, but not like this. With a gentle smile, she pushed her waist back forward, making Kimahri return her smile. He was enjoying himself to. They continued to grind for a while, both staring longingly in each other’s eyes.
Yuna abruptly realized she was panting. Her dress was soaked with sweat, and even wetter about her legs. She didn’t consider what she was doing, but simply rolled off of him, got off the bed, and began unbuttoning the buttons down her back.

Her summoner’s dress fell to the ground, leaving her glistening form bare for the Ronso to see. She gradually turned around to look at him. Only now, standing naked before him, did she realize what she was about to do. As far as she knew, no human had ever been with one of the Gagazet natives – they kept to themselves. But Kimahri was somehow different. ‘As are us summoners,’ she reminded herself. She didn’t do this for Kimahri; she did this for herself. But at the same time, he needed company just as much as she did.

Before further doubts could plague her mind, the girl stepped to the bed. Nimbly, she began undoing the clasps to the straps around his chest. She was scarcely able to reach around him and to his back – her uncovered breasts rubbed against his torso, the soft fur prickling her nipples. She sighed as she finally unclasped the buckles, pulling away the cloth and straps. All that remained was his loincloth. Delicately, she gripped the strap around his hips and pulled it away. The red tip of his member poked through his blue-furred sheath, struggling to escape. Yuna squeezed it firmly and gasped – his organ almost burst forth, straining proudly erect in the dim light of the room.
She looked up at his face, where no more emotion showed than it ever did. The girl glanced back down. It was so large. Hesitantly, she wrapped both her hands around it and began to pump. In a growl, Kimahri closed his eyes, smiling ever so slightly. Seeing his reaction, she began to press faster, eliciting an even stronger reaction from him. He began to shudder under her ministration – Yuna could feel a warm drop trickled down her hands. But before he came, he stopped her. Not lettering her protest, he picked her up and lay her down on the bed. Her head on a pillow, she stared down at his large form lying crouched on the floor. He was looking hungrily at her soft, wet womanhood. Ever so carefully, he leaned towards her open legs.
Yuna trembled when his tongue touched her lower lips. She moaned, loud and needy, as he lapped through her hidden folds. Gasping with breath, she could only watch between her heaving breaths as Kimahri’s animal-like face rhythmically moved forward and back, pulling his rough tongue through her lips and into her sensitive clit, until finally she came, exhaling deeply. Kimahri licked all the quicker, drinking in her fluids.

Kimahri, still showing as little emotion as usual, climbed up onto the bed beside her. Seeing Yuna almost passed out from sheer pleasure, he sat up against the head board and began to tend to his own needs.
Not wanting to let the Ronso down, she rolled over, putting her face near his working hands. She swatted them away, looking at his engorged red member. She hadn’t realized how large it was back when she was holding it, but now that she was about to put it in her mouth, the size of it was daunting. It must have been at least eight inches long, fully erect, and incredibly wide. With an anxious breath, she went down.
She put her mouth around the end, graciously circling her tongue about, but couldn’t get much of it in her mouth. Instead, she gently kneaded with her teeth, getting a purr from her partner. Realizing she couldn’t do much to such a large part in her mouth, she pulled away. Kimahri had his eyes closed, his breathing ragged and fast. Yuna put her face down to the base and dragged her tongue upwards, along the entire thing. He quivered at the feeling. She continued to lick him, focusing on his knot and flicking her tongue over the very tip, savoring the salty fluid slowly leaking down. His member began to throb slowly, and Yuna began to quicken her pace, until-

-he pulled her face away. For a second she didn’t understand. Then it struck her-he wanted to save himself, to come with her. She lay down beside him, letting him subside as he suckled on her nipples, playing with one as he massaged her other breast with his hand. He kept this up for a few minutes, alternating occasionally. Finally, when Yuna decided enough time had passed, she rolled him over her, letting him balance above.
For a few seconds the thought of what she was going to do paraded through her mind. But only a moment later, she leaned up and kissed Kimahri, wordlessly telling him to go through with it.
He leaned down on her slowly, careful not to put his weight upon her. With slow ease, his tip parted her pink lips, hovering before her opening for just a second. Yuna gritted her teeth at the inevitable pain, but she wanted him, wanted him inside of her.
Kimahri thrust into her, not all the way, but more than enough. He then pulled out immediately, watching her clench her eyes at the pain of her torn virginity. Slowly, a tiny dribble of blood leaked out onto the bed sheets.
After a short while, she opened her eyes. Sweat was dripping down her body from the heat, pain, and excitement. “I, didn’t know, it would, hurt, so much,” she puffed. “But please… keep going.”

Not wanting to leave her waiting, Kimahri slowly leaned down again, this time much more gentle. He let his tip brush against her dripping slit, making her gasp again. He gradually thrust his manhood in, an inch at a time and pulling out, two inches at a time and pulling out. Before long, he could feel the inner walls of her body, squeezing him as he thrust part way in. She was gripping the bed sheets under his pushing, her breasts bouncing up and down wildly as he rammed into her.
She began crying out, enjoying the feeling of her body being completely full, his organ thrusting through her desperate slit, running against her clit and far past as she screamed for more. She wrapped her arms around his waist and grabbed his bare cheeks, trying to pull him in harder, faster, as he moved in even quicker.

Her needy screams began to be drowned out by a fierce rumbling from him. She could tell she was close; the incredible feeling of him was beginning to become unbearable. Somehow, she spoke above the ruckus, “Please… all of you… I need all of you inside me.” The girl began to pull harder, trying to take all of his length inside her tight, unstretched body. Obligingly, Kimahri began to go even deeper, pressing in faster and faster as she tried to cope with the sheer pain and pleasure of him.
He began to go deeper and deeper, and when she thought he was all the way in, he thrust deeper still. “Now, now!” she shrieked, “All of it, I need it!” She thought she might die simply from how wonderful it felt, but kept going on. She could feel herself coming closer and closer. Everytime Kimahri pushed into her, more of her fluids oozed out of her pink, dripping slit. And he was no farther; veins bulged from his manhood, throbbing visibly as he tried to hold himself back.
Just as he finally entered her completely, she arched her back and screamed primitively. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her as fluids filled her empty folds and spurted out onto his waiting member. At the feeling of the hot liquids and one more thrust, he came too, pumping into her and filling what little space she had left as he roared bestially.

For a few seconds the two continued, urging what little they could out of themselves. Then they relaxed, him still penetrating her, as she cooed in pleasure and he purred in satisfaction. Covered in warm sweat, they lay beside each other, stroking one another and sharing kisses in the afterglow.
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Lulu had been woken by the townspeople; they had heard screams from Yuna’s hut and Kimahri wasn’t at his usual guard. Afraid that the summoner might have been attacked but more afraid to check, they had come to the more fearsome of the two available guardians. “Wakka, tough as he is, is just a big baby when he sees blood. When there’s a tough job, it’s always up to me.”
Although it was the middle of the night, Lulu walked as though she’d been up all day. Knowing that an attack on Yuna was possible – the Al Bhed were always a danger – she began to steel herself even before she walked in the door.
The kitchen looked the same as it always did, but Lulu didn’t think there would be anything here. She reached for the doorknob to the bedroom. If something had happened, it would be in there. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what she may find.

Whatever she had expected, it had not been to see the Ronso and summoner undressed and curled up next to each other. Kimahri was asleep, and the girl was placing light kisses on his face. The black mage’s mouth fell agape. “Yuna?”
“Huh?” The summoner’s face was red. Sweat still dripped down it. She looked tired, as though it were long past her bedtime, but her peaceful smile gave her a sagacious appearance. “Oh, Lu. Hey.”
“Are you okay? The village people heard screams, and they thought…” Lulu rose an eyebrow at the girl. “Well, I’m sure they were wrong. Are you okay?”
Yuna didn’t change her expression, but just maintained her serene smile. “Oh, I’m fine. Never better.”
For a second, Lulu just stared, still not quite comprehending the implications of Kimahri being there. Then, for only a moment, Lulu blushed, having realized what had just taken place. “Well, if you’re quite alright, I’ll let you get your sleep.”

As the woman walked out, she wondered how on Earth the villagers were going to justify Yuna’s actions this time.

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