The Taming of the Girl

She didn't want to be here.

She really, really didn't even want to be in this weird area of space and time. Sure, she met some nice people. The kid was a dear, and the others (with one or two exceptions) were very nice and supportive folk. She could even call herself jealous of the beach boy and the surprisingly young looking adventurer. They had so much confidence and cheer in them. She wished she could emulate that.

In spite of all that, though, it was definitely not worth this.

Terra Branford, the wizard of Team Cosmos, had the misfortune of being quite possibly the most powerful person on their side, barring Cosmos herself (and probably the other magician they were told about, the moogle-sized, haughty woman). This made her a very, very attractive target to everyone on Team Chaos. Particularly to two of the most terrifying members of their team: Kefka and the wraith.

At the very least, she thought, she wasn't in the hands of the mad magician. Not that being kidnapped by the Cloud of Darkness was much of a step up, but it was. Still, though...

Kicking her legs futilely, Terra thrashed in the arms of her captor. “Let me go!” she begged. It never worked, and she probably knew that, but when you're mind's a mess and you can't cast any spells, it's really all you can do to keep your screams coherent. “What do you want with me?”

The being of the void deposited her prisoner, and floated to face her from the front. “We have been informed of what you are, little girl,” she informed in her breathless, regal tone. “The fool spoke highly of your abilities.”

Terra scooted away from the wraith, lips quivering in fright, arms only able to hold herself up, but not help get her to her feet and haul it to safety. “N...no...I couldn't possibly...what about the Warrior? He's the closest to Cosmos, he must have more power than I.”

The wraith threw back her arms dramatically, framing her body in the black and red cape. In spite of her fear, Terra realized it was impossible not to feel flustered before the Cloud's splendid body. She had a body most women aspired or dreamed of having, and covered it in material that couldn't even count as clothes. It was more like candle wax, particularly the red on one breast. In her staring, Terra noticed that the pieces covering the Cloud's nipples (for Terra assumed she'd complete the anatomy if she went this far with the body) had surprisingly recognizable shapes.

“I can sense it deep within you, child,” the wraith spoke, snapping Terra out of her trance. “A fool he may be, but he was right about just how powerful you are. But are you fit to serve us?”

“No, no, I couldn't possibly b--” Terra tried to stammer out, before she let out a startled “eep!” as she felt herself being lifted into the air on a cushy pillow of black tendrils.

“That is for us to determine,” the Cloud of Darkness commanded, as green tentacles erupted from the tendril mound Terra sat on, and wrapped around her arms and torso, yanking her against her seat with a scream.

The surprisingly rough bump against the tendril mound knocked some wind from Terra's lung, which, in addition to the tentacles pinning her down, made it incredibly hard to breathe. Things seemed to stop for only a second, giving Terra preciously little time to get her breath back, when she felt another set of tentacles wrap around her neck, not even tight enough to cause a little choking, but enough to pin her down.

Trying in vain to move, more tentacles wrapped around her ankles, harshly pulling her legs to either side, forcing her body into an nice Y shape. The wraith circled around her captive girl, before stopping so that the young mage would be staring up her taut stomach. She could her a haughty laugh, as she watched the two yellow tentacles, that were always at the wraith's side, attacked.

Both of them ran over her breasts, and Terra soon realized that the heads of these tentacles were, in fact, small heads of their own, with enlarged mouths and functioning tongues and teeth. She let out a scream of alarm as they began to suckle on her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Terra struggled to move her arms, or shake the tentacles off, but it was to no avail; the Cloud of Darkness had her pinned down hard, so it was all she could do to gasp and writhe as the tentacles stimulated her breasts even more.

“Ahhh...please, stop...I beg you...” Terra cried, as one of the tentacles released her breast, and slid down her body. She let out a squeal as the head forced its way beneath her pant line, and slid over her panties. She could feel it roll around on top of the moist fabric, rubbing through it against her treasured trove.

“No! No!” Terra cried, as the tentacles increased their pace on her breasts and on her crotch. Before she could scream any more, two clawed hands slammed down over her mouth, scratching her cheeks slightly. “Mmmnh! Nnnn nnn!”

“Please, pet, this is not even a proper taste of what I am capable of--” the Cloud of Darkness attempted to boast, squeezing at her mouth with both hands.

Suddenly, Terra's body went incredibly tense, and her back arced as high as it could while the tentacles held her down. With a high pitched, muffled scream, Terra came, the tentacle at her crotch feeling its underside get damper and damper, as the panties themselves soaked in the girl's juices.

The wraith cocked an eyebrow, and removed her hands. Terra gasped for air, and tried to recover from the orgasm, her body slumping against the cushion of darkness. “What is this?” the Cloud questioned. “You get off on the very least of my power? You have much to know, child.”

With that, the tentacle around Terra's neck pulled away, as did the ones at her crotch and breast. Through fluttering eyes, Terra tried to make out what the Cloud was doing now. When she saw the wraith float over her, and pull her strapless top of the dress down, revealing her sore breasts, her eyes snapped upon wide.

“N--!” she tried to scream, before a tentacle shot out from the tendrils beneath her, and wrapped between her teeth. Unable to do anything but bite down on the gag, Terra closed her eyes tight, and moaned in defiance when she felt a set of lips encircle one of her nipples.

She managed to kick a bit as the Cloud's tongue traced around her areola, while a hand crawled to Terra's other breast, and pinched the nipple with her clawed fingers. At that pinch, Terra let out another groan, shaking her head, trying not to buck at it, knowing one false move and those claws could do some actual damage to her.

After a minute of manipulating her breasts, the Cloud went down Terra's body, her yellow tentacles returning, and biting at the waist of Terra's leggings. Terra's eyes flew open as wide as she could, and she shook her head, letting out pleading cries. Ignoring the girl's moans, the tentacles pulled the leggings down past her quivering cooch.

The Cloud of Darkness smirked wickedly, and, with a flick of her wrists, sent the two tentacles back up Terra's body to tend to her breasts again. Terra slammed her head against the cushion of darkness she was placed upon, and trashed her head from side to side as the wraith pried the sticky panties down Terra's leg, exposing her wet mound.

The Cloud lowered herself, and licked her lips, before extending her tongue into Terra. The mage girl howled behind her tentacle gag, as the Cloud's tongue, which Terra could feel was amazingly long, danced around her folds and within her pussy's walls.

Spending some time toying with her toy, the wraith moved her tongue up, and located Terra's clit. Terra squeezed her eyes shut and became tense as the Cloud began to suckle on her hard nub. {“Oh, gods above, it's forked!”} she groaned in her mind.

Terra continued to gasp and whimper behind her gag, as the Cloud continued to eat her out. Her breathing got quicker, and the Cloud became more aggressive with the movement of her mouth and tongue, and the tentacles at Terra's breasts sucked harder, when the girl couldn't take it any more.

Her muscles tightened everywhere along her body, and she gave another loud cry, this time into the gag, as she orgasmed onto the wraith's face. The Cloud of Darkness set to work on catch as much of Terra's juices as she could, although some flowed out, and stained her chin and cheeks.

When Terra finally came down from the orgasm, the Cloud removed her face from her crotch, and looked the girl over. To her disappointment, the girl had already passed out, delirious from the two orgasms in a row. Needless to say, the wraith was not amused.

The tentacles retreated from wherever they bound the girl, while the more sentient ones got to work on pulling her leggings and dress back into place. The Cloud of Darkness let out a huff of disappointment. “Unconscious already... She's too fragile to be of any use.”

The sound of fast footsteps caught the wraith's attention, and she turned to the source. Again, she was hardly amused. “Well now. Have you not learned yet?”

The Onion Knight closed the distance between them, and stood definitely. “Are you here to challenge us again?”

The Onion Knight bowed his head, implementing the first part of his scheme. “I don't fight anyone I can't--” He stopped, noticing something. “Why are there wet spots around her?”

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