Destruction

Destruction
by ~Racoonalinn

WARNING: Noncon/rape

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"I feel something different from you" The maester said, as he stepped closer, his unnatural hand reaching out, elongated claws scraping gently down Tidus' cheeks.
"Feel whatever you want, geezer! Let my friends go!" The young blond raged uselessly, his anger fuelled by the hopeless situation along with the uncertain whereabouts of his companions.
"You are in no place to make demands, young one."
Seymour said condecendingly as he moved closer to Tidus, this time with his entire body. The younger male shifted uneasily, tried to scoot away without being too obvious.
"W-what do you want?" Tidus asked, his previous anger had vaporated and worry and despair was left.
"I want you." Said Seymour simply, scaring Tidus enough to where he threatened to pass out. "I want you beneath me, young one"
The maester revealed, as he moved closer and closer to Tidus, who continued to back up, until the back of his knees hit something unexpected, something soft.
"Caught like a simple fiend" Sneered Seymour as he pushed Tidus backwards onto the bed the young blond tried to turn around before hitting the bed, prepared to crawl off and speed on the hell out of that room, if it was the last thing he did, but Seymour stood close enough to where the maesters legs pinned Tidus' legs against the side of the bed; the youth was trapped.
"You're mine" The maester said "I am a maester of Yevon, and a half-guado at that, no one will dare question me" and the worst part was, Tidus realized, was that Seymour was right.
"I don't want you!" The blond tried to protest, but the words fell on def ears.
"But I want you, Tidus of Zanarkand, dream of the fayth, and that is all that matters" Seymour stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Tidus
registered what the yevon maester had called him, but the pressing situation left little time to ponder why Seymour knew he was from zanarkand. To his horror Tidus saw Seymour starting the process of unlacing the revealing maesters robes that the half-guado seemed to don wherever he went, and the green tinted humanoid body that appeared brought out a morbid fascination in Tidus, a kind he had never experienced before.

Tidus tried to struggle away when the spell of fascination wore off, but in a swift move had not only the maester divested himself of the simple pants that followed the maesters robes, but Seymour had also moved to straddle Tidus, his much larger frame pinning the slender blond down to the bed.
"You are much too overdressed." Chuckled Seymour, gesturing to the Zanarkand Abes uniform that had been Tidus' standard outfit since he crashlanded here in Spira.
"Don't do this, don't do this, don't do this!" The boy whispered in a mantra, but as if summoning the wrong God, the chant only served to excite Seymour. The half-guado slipped his freshly filed claws under the straps holding the uniform together, and with a powerful rip he snapped all of them in two, giving Seymour plenty of options of
how to get the young buy pinned beneath him naked. A swift tug and the shirt was gone, then the suspended uniform pants.
"I like the shoes," Seymour said mirthlessly, as he easily batted away Tidus' hands, as the appendages were hell bent on protecting the boys modesty.

But the maesters superior Guado strength sweeped away all the feeble attempts the boy made with his hands, and as he pinned both the skinny human arms with one hand above Tidus' head, Seymour moved around enough to where he could easily force the young boys legs apart with his own and settle between the supple thighs that had been enchantning him since the young human set foot in Guadosalam.
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening, it's all a dream." the frantic whispering from the plump lips of the desperate boy amused and aroused the maester, who loved the look of a tear stained face in denial. The half guado thrust his erect, exposed member against the limp, boxer covered sex of the boy beneath him, the knot at the base alreaedy starting to swell with
spent arousal.
"You will be mine!" Roared the guado, using his claws to shred away the last piece of clothing covering the young blitz player.
"NO! No, no, no, nonono!" The thrashing from the enciting human began anew as Seymour continued his gentle rocking against the supple, sweet tasting, naked body that he had claimed for his own.
"I will have you, my sweet, you will be my perfect sheath!"
The trashing increased, but it was still no match for the guado strength, along with the ungainly position with no levarage, Tidus was helpless against Seymour's assault.

"Let's turn you over, yes?" The maester said laughing, as he easily flipped the young human over on his stomach, his legs still spread by seymours heavy bulk, Tidus' hands still pinned. The human looked delectable, and that sweet pink puker that was revealed by this new position looked inviting enough to eat. The maester moved Tidu's hands under the boys stomack pinning them with the blonds own weight before the maester pressed the teen down, his large, clawed hands om Tidu's back, restricting most movement before he scooted down, using his own legs to keep Tidus wide spread, bent down and used his abnormal tongue to lap at that enchanting entrance. The taste was like nothing else, heedy, musky, dirty in a sense, and it was so addictive! The guado continued to ream the boy out as sobs wracked the young body and the resistant chant was forced out between gasps and hickups. The passageway was so hot, wet and welcoming, the large tongue had no problem wiggling inside, and the guado length of the appendage allowed a wonderful reach. This act, the maester could feel it, was a great humiliation for Tidus, it radiated off the boy in waves, and the maester thrived in the helplessness.
"You are wet now, prepare to be taken." Seymour said cruelly, as he moved back up, his one hand pressing the boy down at the shoulders, the other guiding his stiff manhood against the barely stretched entrance.

"No! Please! I'll do anything!" The blonde cried as he felt the bubous cockhead against his hole, prepared to spear him through.
"But my darling," Seymour said mockingly "This is all that I want from you, this is all you can give!" The tone of voice was mocking, and it worked in perfect tandem with the wracking sobs escaping the boy, fueling the maesters fire. Seymour started pressing inside,
the tight, hot entrance resisting as much as welcoming the forced intrusion as the muscles convulsed wildly in pain at the badly prepared intrution. The sobs had turned into heart wrenching cries of despair, of mercy as the boy lay there, still as a doll, while the maester spared his until now virgin body on his large, guado shaped phallus, the bumps and ridges special to the guado race causing
several internal rifts and tears, increasing the pain tenfold. Seymour smiled as his hips rested against the smooth buttocks, his member fully sheathed.
"I knew you would be perfect" the maester moved, before he pulled his bloodstained member out, before forcing it inside again, all in rythm to the steady sobs that kept a morbid tune to this horrible act. "By Yevon you feel good, boy, you should be proud, every maester will want you for themselves, but you are mine, all mine!" Seymour growled posessively as he ceased pinning the boy down, pulling Tidus up by the hips and starting to fuck the supple ass in earnest, incrasing the screams and sobs tenfold. The despairing sounds truly did something for Seymour, and when he felt the boy try to push him out, the joy of forcing his way back in was grand. The once confident boy sent by the faith was nothing more than a blubbering sobbing mess, and as Seymour noticed to his own delight, an aroused, blubbering, sobbing mess.
"Do you enjoy pain, little one?" the maester asked, slapping Tidus' one buttcheek hard, causing the tight entrance encasing the maesters member to convulse crazily. The young boy said nothing, kept on crying.

"I bet you love the pain boy" the maester said as he reached around and felt the dripping member of his captive, how it pulsed with every brutal thrust. "Maybe you were meant to be fucked in the ass, boy?" Seymour wondered out loud as the tight entranced convulsed around his member as the maester stroked his captive. Tidus was begging for mercy, begging for it to stop, begging for something, and Seymour, the giving maester of Yevon, gave it to the boy in spades as he brutally violated the boys entrance as he roughly handled the engorged human sex, causing a cataclysmic, destroying and defeating event that crused the young boy completely: Tidus came, and with those orgasmic convulsions surrounding his shaft, Seymour held on no longer. Shoving his member deep, passed the guado knot, Seymore came, hard, his knot engorging, locking the maester within the defeated, brutalized boy, who felt like the world had ended.
FIN