Destiny

The Pharos. Long had Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca prepared herself for this place, this place where all her destinies would be fulfilled. Even so, the sight of what she was determined to destroy made her shudder. She felt humble in its presence – destroying it would be a real burden, but if she wanted to realise the potential of herself, and of her people, then any such inconvenience would just have to be overlooked.
She was distracted by what seemed like smoking coming out of the shadows in the corner of the room. The tendrils of the gas moved towards her slowly, and in the anticipating, she had little doubt about breathing what smelt very, very nice, and very, very calming in. It relaxed her, it calmed her nerves, and it told her of nice things that would happen if she just accepted it. Her mind was massaged soothingly by its influence, and she was unaware of herself slowly rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She ever so slowly opened her palms, and her sword fell out of her hand, clattering onto the stone ground. The sound awoke her from this slumber, the ringing in her ears countering the beauty in her lungs.
‘Show yourself!’ she demanded, her usual sureness returning. She had the distinct impression that she was in a very dangerous situation, and sureness would be the only way to get her through this. Hesitation would end her quest in a bad way.
There was a smirk from the source of the smoke, and from the shadows emerged a woman. Ashe was taken aback by this sight, a sight that just screamed royalty at her. The woman was wearing an all-white outfit – a white, tight ball gown that complemented her well-endowed figure perfectly, a white ribbon that put her silky white (and it was white, not any shades of grey, but beautiful shiny white) hair into a perfectly formed ponytail. She held in her hands a white fan, and a white stick, of which the smoke was emanating from. Her long curvy legs were covered by thin white nylons, and white high-heels shoed her feet.
‘Why hello darling,’ she said, taking a puff on the stick, ‘what brings you to this lonely place?’
Ashe ignored this question, and instead focused on the woman’s face sternly. But it was hard to look at that face, that beauty, with anything approaching apprehension. It was such a wonderful, endearing, sexy face. It was white, but whereas that label was normally to call people by a certain race, this woman’s face really was white. It was pale, pale white. Apart from the eyes: these had black eye shadow around them, and the lips, with glossy black lipstick multiplying the effect of the lips pouting at Ashe.
‘Who are you?’ Ashe asked, and the tone of voice that was intended was not what came out of her mouth. What was supposed to be a harsh question was a lulled and pleasant one, and Ashe thought it sounded like she desperately wanted to know the woman’s name for reasons in all actuality, she didn’t. The woman smiled, and took another puff on her stick, sending more smoke towards her soon-to-be-victim, before answering.
‘I am Clarissa. I live here. I tend to the sun-cryst,’ she smoked again, ‘it is a boring, obtuse job, with little company, but what can you do.’
Clarissa’s friendliness surprised Ashe. She didn’t seem to be threatening – not as much as a warrior charging up to the tower and then shouting “Show yourself” at the resident, anyway. The white-clad woman sat on one of the plush chairs that she had obviously brought to the room, and studied Ashe with a smouldering look. ‘I was told you would come, Ashe.’
Ashe blinked. ‘What do you mean? How do you know my name?’
Clarissa gave off that same beautiful smile. ‘I’m here to help you achieve your destiny, and become Queen,’ she closed her eyes and exhaled, ‘and what a stunning queen you will be.’
Ashe found herself blushing, not least because of the smoke now smothering her. She was slight intimidated by the woman, but thus far she had showed no intent of harm, and she seemed to know what she was doing. Still, Ashe wasn’t prepared to give up her quest that easily.
‘I’ve actually came here to…destroy the cryst.’
Clarissa gave her an inquisitive look, and stood up. She moved towards Ashe, hips swaying from side to side, and licked her lips. ‘I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. It’s my duty to protect, you see. I don’t want to fail in my duty.’
‘Well,’ said Ashe, ‘I don’t want to fail in mine either.’ Once again the tone was all wrong. She meant to say it in a fore-boding tone of warning, but instead it sounded awfully whining, awfully pleading. Clarissa raised a gloved hand to Ashe’s face, and rubbed it gently. Ashe wanted to recoil, but something was preventing her.
‘Do you really?’ Clarissa asked, her heavy breath on Ashe’s face. She grabbed the heroine’s hips and pulled her towards her, and then entered into a deep kiss. Ashe was shocked at this sudden display of dominant affection, and tried to break free. Her struggles were futile, as Clarissa drank from her mouth, the ball gown wearing minx exploring Ashe’s clothed body, rubbing her hands on her backside and through her hair. Finally, she let go, and Ashe delivered a look of disgust.
‘Never do that again!’ she commanded, and this time the tone she intended came out in full force, as she had to physically stop herself from slapping Clarissa in the face. The female villain smiled – this was to be quite a challenge. The smoke hadn’t worked, but she could see by Ashe’s slightly drunken movements that it had some effect. She was susceptible to something that Clarissa had never failed to succeed in doing.
‘I’m sorry,’ said Clarissa, tenderly, smoothing out her gown, ‘I just got carried away, is all. It’s lonely here, and when I do get visitors, I just want some pleasure, you know.’
Ashe let go of her violent mood slightly. ‘That is still no excuse. And look on the bright side, when I destroy this…thing, you will be free to go where you please. It is to be my kingdom after all.’
Clarissa smiled in acknowledgment, and moved up towards Ashe again. ‘Tell me, have you ever loved?’
Ashe was growing increasingly uncomfortable in this room. The former optimism was draining away, but for some reason she still found herself liking Clarissa. Ashe knew secretly that being like this woman, being as confident, as well groomed, as…beautiful, that is what she wanted to be like. ‘Yes,’ she admitted.
Clarissa took yet another blow of her stick, coating Ashe in more smoke. ‘And you would you like to do so again?’
‘What do yo-‘
‘Love Token,’ said Clarissa in a sultry tone, and the room…changed. Where once there had been shadows, there was light, and from that light came hearts as red as could be. Ashe looked about herself, looked at all the hearts slowly travelling towards her, and looked at Clarissa grinning evilly as they made their approach. She shielded her eyes, but that made no difference; the hearts descended on her, covering her, covering every part of her body, popping on contact with her smooth skin. Even with her eyes closed she saw a figure of a heart, pulsing, gradually getting bigger and bigger. There was a figure in the heart, and it wasn’t until the heart had filled her blackened vision that she realized it was her, clothed in exactly the same attire that Clarissa was wearing. As the hearts’ beautiful scent covered her, enveloped her, made her breast harden and her head swirl, all Ashe could think of was how beautiful her mistress was.
When the attack finished, she opened her eyes and found herself in the arms of the person she was now dedicated to. Clarissa moved in for another kiss, and unlike last time, she gave in completely, and returned it. The tongues intertwined, and they both explored each other’s bodies, both sliding their hands underneath the garments that shielded the skin. Ashe moved slowly back against a wall, her back coming into contact with the stone barrier, as Clarissa continued the kiss, continued the dominant and seduction of her captive.
The kiss finally broke; saliva dripping down to the ground, and Ashe looked at Clarissa lovingly. ‘Thank you mistress,’ she said, panting.
‘Save your thanks for later, when I actually deserve some,’ her owner smiled, staring to take apart Ashe’s shoulder pads. Ashe watched Clarissa with anticipation as she unravelled her slave, removing her armguards, her wrist guards, and then the cloth armour that was also used as a sort of cape. Next, the blue garment that covered Ashe’s bellybutton was removed (Clarissa had no idea what most of this stuff was. She was just happy with an opera dress, but maybe that was just her). This left Ashe chest bare apart from her silver bra. Clarissa smiled suggestively at Ashe, who blushed. She slowly bit into the bra, and with some tugging it became undone, falling to the floor like the rest of the clothes.
Ashe’s breasts were beautiful, and Clarissa wondered for a second if they were more spectacular than hers. But no, nothing could be as well-rounded, as big or as playful as Clarissa’s breasts. There was a reason she was picked to guard this place.
Nevertheless, she villainess toyed with Ashe’s left nipple. ‘You are a lovely victim,’ she purred, as the hardened tip was erotically tortured. She then began to fondle the right nipple with her other hand, as Ashe pushed her head up against the wall, daring herself not to scream out. Clarissa took this opportunity to kiss her captive’s neck, giving it slow wet kisses. She had not lied before; human contact was limited here. Fresh victims were meant to be part of the deal – but these moments made it all worth it.
She moved her head down to suck on the right breast, enveloping it in her full, greedy mouth, causing Ashe to cease her muteness and cry out. While this oral stimulation was continuing, Clarissa’s expert but blind hands started to sexily unbuckle Ashe’s light blue belt, which came apart quite easily. Clarissa stopped her sucking of the breast, tying the belt softly around her captive’s neck, so it formed a sort of collar.
She then slowly unzipped the pink mini-skirt that Ashe was wearing, dragging the zip back up again, and then back down, and then up again, and for the final time down. She looked pleasurably up at the sweating face of Ashe, who just wanted the relieve she craved.
She pulled them down to the leg guards, and then left it like it was, her lower garments staying as they were in place. With a gloved hand Clarissa began to massage Ashe’s cushiony pussy, sending shockwaves up Ashe’s body, her face contorting even more. With her overhand she pushed in the girl’s buttocks, so that the hand to go in further. As both her front and back were being fondled, Ashe began to scream even more, and Clarissa laughed sexily, satisfied with her latest acquisition. With her tongue she lapped up Ashe’s lower torso, blowing softly into her victim’s bellybutton. But that was not her tongue’s true course. Withdrawing her hand that was in Ashe’s vagina, and coating the girl’s face with her own lovely juices, Clarissa started to give the girl even more pleasure. She started to place light kisses on the vagina, before going in for a full long kiss, and then darting her tongue in Ashe’s clit, the tongue lapping at Ashe’s left-over juices and determined to call forth even more. Clamping onto the girl’s backside with both hands, Clarissa pushed her tongue in further, and she was delighted to feel Ashe’s own hands upon her hair, pushing her tongue in.
Of course, it didn’t take long for such a skilled, beautiful tongue to draw another breathless orgasm, and after making sure all possible liquid was licked up, Clarissa withdrew and looked at her prey with pleasure. Ashe had stumbled against the wall, and was trying to keep herself up. ‘Good girl,’ Clarissa pouted, ‘most people are asleep by this time.’
‘Can I see you, Mistress?’ asked Ashe shyly, her breathing gradually returning.
‘You can see me now, my dear,’ Clarissa said, for the first time slightly confused.
‘No, I mean, can I see you,’ said Ashe, and her tone of voice was exactly how intended.
Clarissa smiled in realization. ‘I think you certainly can,’ she said, deciding that her new sex slave deserved some kind of reward for joining her. She untied her ribbon in her hair, and the white silky hair fell down past her shoulders. It was a sight to see. As was the sight of Clarissa slowly unzipping the back of her dress, letting it all fall down, revealing a perhaps superior pair of breasts to Ashe. She was about to take off her nylons when Ashe darted over and pushed her mistress over onto the ground, determined to lick and get as much pleasure out of her owner as she could. Clarissa smiled as her neck was licked – such an uncalled for bout of affection was something that she was not about to punish. She could understand Ashe’s desires. The potential queen was being very barbaric, kissing frantically all over Clarissa’s body, giving her breasts occasional quick sucks. Clarissa started laughing as her latest conquest pleasured her, and then smiled even more as she felt her nylons being slowly pulled down, feeling them being kissed by Ashe’s lips. She sat up to see her victim, who was kissing and fondling the now unworn nylons.
‘Oh Ashe,’ Clarissa called. Ashe looked over immediately, and saw her mistress point to her vagina. Ashe had hardly seen it, but now, now that she was looking at it, her face lit right up, and on all fours she charged towards it, her tongue penetrating the thing in seconds, lapping, kissing, licking, and moaning. Clarissa also moaned in pleasure, her arms spread back against the ground, her hips buckling up at every further probe into her body. ‘That’s right, my little slut!’ she called out, ‘that’s how you do it!’ Ashe kept on going, like a woman possessed (she was), and then Clarissa came, perfectly white fluid rushing out of her vagina, into Ashe’s thirsty mouth. Ashe fell back, exhausted, pleasured, and pleased to have served her mistress, even if her mistress had not hitherto asked. Now that was a devoted slave, thought Clarissa.
She began to pull off Ashe’s boots as the former heroine drifted off into a deep sleep. She pulled off all the lower garments, and then went over to a chest, pulling some other garments out, and putting the previous attire in. She returned with an exact replica of her own clothes, and while Ashe was peacefully sleeping, dreaming of even more sexual encounters with her new mistress, Clarissa clothed her.

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When Ashe awoke sometime later, she found herself clothed in the same attire she had seen herself wearing when Love Token was cast. She smiled happily, and then looked up at her mistress. Clarissa held out a hand and Ashe took it, being gently helped up. Clarissa gave her a peck on the cheek, and then pointed at the sun-cryst. ‘It is time to realize your destiny,’ she purred.

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‘People of Dalmasca!’ called Ashe, standing on the balcony of her palace. ‘A new day is dawning! The Archadian Empire is defeated, and we, we my friends, hold a significant portion of the world! And that is all down to you! The world truly is our oyster, and things can only get better from here on in! The dark times are over, and now we can revel in the glorification of our empire!’
The speech had gone without a hitch, and the reception it received was deafening. Ashe, clad in her beautiful white attire, returned to her bedroom. She smiled as she opened the door, revealing Clarissa lying next to Vaan. Ashe herself had brought the urchin to his knees, brought him to complete servitude. She closed the door behind her, and descended onto the bed.
‘Is he ready for another turn?’ asked Ashe.
‘Of course,’ said Clarissa, as they kissed both sides of his cheek.