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The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

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Zafirah

Meteorite
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May 5, 2009
While Rinoa would never have admitted this to anyone, she was no stranger to... well, sexy dreams. The sheer amount of sexual tension that had been building up among her friends while they journeyed to save the world was nothing short of astounding-- but she'd always been the odd one out when it came to the SeeDs, and she wasn't -really- surprised when she found out who Squall's heart really belonged to. She didn't blame him, really; the other woman had been there when she couldn't be, and that went a long way to settling those questions.

No, she was no stranger to those sorts dreams. But they had never been so... vivid. So extensive. And so... well, so thorough. As she started to wake, shifting slightly as she curled out from the fetal position, one of the first things she became aware of was the lingering dampness between her legs. The second thing she became aware of was that she was unusually sore-- sore in ways that she hadn't felt since the war against Ultimecia, ways that usually had to be mended with healing magic. And then there was the crisp seawater tang in the air, reminding her of the time she'd spent at Fisherman's Horizon some months back--

Wait. She hadn't been near the sea for weeks now. Why was she smelling the ocean?

A shock of fear rose up her spine, waking her fully, but Rinoa gulped her fear down, trying to stay calm for a bit longer and took in her surroundings. She was in a ratty hotel room-- the sort that the Forest Owls had moved between so long ago when the only concern in her world was freeing Timber. She was still dressed in her traveling clothes, though they were wrinkled and a little stinky. She had no idea how she'd gotten here, and she had no idea who had put her here, and... oh, she hoped this wasn't why she had had so many dreams...

Instinctively, she closed her eyes and let her heart search out for the Guardian Forces that had come with her, willing them to Junction with her and arm her... but there was nothing. Siren and Carbuncle's presences just weren't there. The cold knot in her stomach tightened, threatening to send her into a panic, but just as she started to give in she felt... something else. Another Guardian Force, but... older. Stronger. Primeval. Just the sensation of it in the back of her head was enough to send a chill up her spine, and this unknown force was with her, bound to her, or maybe she to it.

Well, whatever it was, it was the only clue she had. Rinoa took a deep breath and reached out to the presence lurking within her, calling it forth to the material world...
 
One would question, what is it like to live as a Guardian Force? What do they do while theyre not being summoned and protecting those they were junctioned to? Do they have little house somewhere, with little book cases where they keep their reading materials? The answer, like one would suspect, is no. Guardian forces are simply creatures who exist in the minds of those they are junctioned to. And as such, when they arent in the material world, they wander in the minds of their hosts. They see their memories, their past, and sometimes they even stumble across hidden desires or other deep rooted psyches.

He, is a guardian force. One who existed long before others. He came from a time when names arent needed, and ever since that time, he did what he was supposed to do. He guarded. He was the sentinel who pushed back the darkness encroaching on the land of men. Now people would tell him that he is a guardian force, yet in those times, people would tell him he is a guardian god. He took pride in such claims, yet he knows he isnt a god. He is one who wields strength, and would often use it to protect, yet he is no saint either. He has fallen to desire and worldly lust, just like the humans he protects, but he never considered it to be a bad thing.

He flits from one part of her memory, those of her childhood, of innocent times, to a time where a golden haired man would take her in bed. The guardian scoffed at the mans puny effort to please her. He is simply a mere man, and could not compare to the ways the guardian ravaged her. Just as he enjoyed watching her memories of the endless nights she rode him, a mental ping appeared. Apparently the girl in question is summoning him, and he obeyed.

His form, naked save the loincloth and the ceremonial armbands around his powerfull arms, materialized before her. His hair, long and wild, like an untamed forest, smells just like the leaves of a woodland grove. Landing softly on the bed, he knelt in front of her, face mere inches away from hers. His canines are long and flawless white.

"Another round?" He asked with his deep growling voice.
 
Rinoa's voice stuck in her throat as the Guardian Force made itself manifest in front of her. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he came down to her level-- her sitting on the bed, him kneeling before her-- and as his scent washed over her, it stirred a strange longing within her body. A familiar, wantful ache that only tightened her grip on her sheets.. He ("it," she reminded herself desperately-- Guardian Forces didn't have genders, did they?) was... gorgeous was not the right word. Gorgeous implied something human, or sculpted, and though this body was muscular, powerful, and ruggedly handsome, there was something... not quite human about the way he was looking at her.

What frightened her more was that something about the hunger in his voice was also very familiar. "An... another what?" Rinoa mumbled as she shrank back from him, eyes wide with a mixture of fear, and dawning, gnawing memory. "I... I just wanted to find out what was going on," she said, her own voice trembling. "Who -are- you? Why am I here?"
 
"Another round..Of mating." Came the blunt reply. Banter and modesty were beyond him. He gently pushed her back to the bed, climbing over her, moving in ways not natural for someone built so heavily. He was like a big cat, power and grace combining in his movements. "We have been mating everyday for seven nights now..Perhaps you are in heat." Again, he said matter of factly. "Did you not come to this lodge because you hunger for more of what we did?" He hovered slightly above her, his godlike body in plain view and within her reach. The strength in his muscles were easy to see. He could probably rip a man apart with his bare hands, but those same hands are the ones that have carressed and pleasured her for many days now.

"We are resting in this..Horizon of fisherman, do you not remember?" His voice showed a hint of concern. Despite the danger and predatory sense he is emmiting, he is, in fact, her guardian.
 
She began to say something protest as his hand came down on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed, but lost the words as he settled over her. The bed was old; she could feel the springs sagging unevenly beneath their weight the way old mattresses always sagged, and his touch was nothing short of electric. Frightening, but electric, and that much more familiar. Those dreams she'd thought she'd had were beginning to look a lot less like dreams to her mind's eye, and more like plain old memories...

"N-no," Rinoa responded quickly, eventually finding her tongue again. Gingerly, she reached out to him as he floated above her and lightly touched his chest-- she was having trouble thinking of him as a spirit, now, he so very definitely had a gender-- and gulped nervously. "I mean, I think I might remember... you know," she added evasively, glancing away. "But I don't remember getting here, or meeting you, or how we met, or..."

She suddenly flushed a deep scarlet. "Did we really... have sex, every night for a week?" Rinoa asked meekly.
 
Like a confused child, the guardian tilted his head to the side and frowned. His weight didnt shift at all, staying on top of her as his hard chest rubbed her palm. "Yes. Every night.." The guardian then broke into a mischievous smile, the first time today that he showed some sort of wit and emotion. "All night long..."His hand slides down her sides like a hunter traverses a well known path in search of his prey. "And sometimes..during the day.." She can feel him grip the sides of her pants, and suddenly sliding them off by pulling them upwards, leaving her shapely legs pointing upwards. "And the afternoon.." He continued, the hunger in his voice becoming more and more apparent. "And sometimes..." His voice trailed as he pressed his tongue on the skin behind her knee and licked upwards to her heel. "We would...how did you put it?"

Two iron grip held her ankles in place, it was apparent his physical might was unearthly, fitting for a guardian force, but the sentience of his action, the way he seemed to have a will of his own, that she cant control is very much uncharacteristic of a guardian force, as they were supposed to be completely obedient. "Ah yes...Fuck all day.." He finished by spreading her legs apart widely, giving her a good view of his body, and more importantly, the giant inhuman bulge in his loincloth. It was easily twice the size of her previous partner, and it seems like it can break her in half in the most pleasurable ways imaginable.
 
Rinoa shivered as his tongue traced the curves of her calf, squirming in his grip against the bedsheets. She'd been so caught up in watching that fathomless, hungry gaze of his that she'd not even realized he was undressing her until she felt the air against her nethers, still slick with her own wetness-- not just from her dreams but from renewed want. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, and it was hard to focus on anything but the powerful presence before her-- and, with her legs split in the air before him, primed to take him inside her, her gaze fell down to the loincloth he was wearing and the massive manhood it scarcely concealed.

"N-no," she gasped, shaking her head to clear it against the fog of lust that was beginning to shroud her mind, struggling in vain against the iron in his grip. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, fear, and a familiar, aching desire. "We shouldn't," she added, trying to be fervent and iron-willed about the whole thing-- a sentiment undermined by the terrible vulnerability of her position, the depth of his power, and the fact that a part of her very much wanted him inside her. "I don't know what you think we did, but I'm not that kind of girl..."

With every word, she sounded much less sure of that fact.
 
Her defiance amused him, and in a quick burst of speed, he devoured her lips, pushing his large tongue inside her mouth, invading it thoroughly. He kissed her like an animal, but he tastes like fresh spring water. Her ankle still in his vise like grip, bent backwards, almost level with her head as the guardian agresively rubbed his clothed cock on her soaking nether regions, promising her an experience that will stretch her to her utmost limits of endurance and flexibility. He continued his assault on her lips, joining his mountain breeze like breath with her hot human one.

When he pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva can be seen trailing from his lips to hers. "I have no problem taking you by force.." He growled as his now naked cock falls upon her stomach, showing her how deep it will penetrate her should they have sex. "But perhaps you prefer to enjoy it as well?" He said motioning for her to touch his rod with her small hands. It looks like they cant even wrap around it fully, as the cock was as thick as a womans wrist.
 
The panic that had been building in the back of her head threatened to scream as he leaned in over her, stifling anything she might have said with weight and lips and more. Rinoa's eyes widened briefly as his tongue invaded her mouth-- but he tasted like the outdoors, like purity, something older than she could imagine, and what was left of her protest was sundered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked back on his tongue, drinking his presence into her, letting go of the fears that had so recently knotted her insides together. A third presence-- his hands on her ankles, bending her over backwards, his lips and tongue in her mouth, and suddenly the unmistakable sensation of that massive cock rubbing against her lower lips-- took her breath away in a wanton, moan. Her back arched sharply, pressing against him with what little leverage her awkward position could manage, until he pulled away.

When her eyes fluttered open again, there was a distant, almost dazed but paying rapt attention to his words. Rinoa licked absently at her lips, catching her breath as she dabbed the strand of spittle into her mouth with her tongue, and looked down to her stomach where his cock now rested as the slap of skin on skin reaches her ears. Wordlessly, she shifted as best she could and wove her arms downwards, reaching gingerly, hesitantly, for his manhood, only half-remembering what she's supposed to do with something that large-- but the memory of her dream catches up with her. Guided by half-remembered memory, she places both of her small hands at the base of the shaft and slowly stroking upwards, circling it between both hands and caressing upwards, lingering beneath the head of the rod. "Was-- was it always this big?" she murmured anxiously, mostly to herself.
 
"You made it bigger once..by putting it in your mouth." He told her. The guardian purred at her touches. She may act like an innocent girl, but her hands are truly talented. He howled suddenly, rubbing his massive cockhead on her cunt, using her hands to stabilize it and keep the long rod in position. When he thrusted inside her, he caused friction to both her palm and her cunt, which he spreads wide with the thick shaft. His thrusting lacked technique, subtlety and refinement, but his thickness, intensity and obvious hunger for her body made up for it. His powerfull abdominals squeezed and squirmed as his hips moved back and forth, his flexing muscles a marvelous sight of masculinity, a treat for any womans eyes.

His stamina clearly was also inhuman. It took the better part of an hour before he actually lets out a groan. His cock and hips relentlessly pounded the lythe human girl without mercy, trying to overwhelm her with the extended bouts of fucking. "Nnngh!..You feel...so wonderfull.." He whispered.
 
Rinoa had tensed up at his howl, shrinking back instinctively-- the noise cut through the sensual haze, touching that part of her that was afraid of him-- but then he split her open, pushing himself inside her. She cried out in pain as her pussy stretched agonizingly to accommodate the inhuman girth of his cock. He thrust inside her again; she whimpered out in fear as she felt her insides pushed apart, feeling every distinct contour and curve of his cock-- and as he thrust inside her again, there was a second sudden swell of sensation, mingling with the wake of the first, and mind-numbing in its intensity.

A thought crossed her mind, distantly, as she surrendered to the flood of pleasure washing through her body with every thrust, setting all her nerves afire. She'd lost control of the situation the moment she'd called him down; with her legs pinned in the air, lower lips open and visible to anyone who walked in the door if he wanted to expose her to them, and her senses blurring together in an orgiastic haze, there was no use fighting it. No use worrying about it now. Had she been trapped like this, she wondered (a cry in her throat as the muscles in her pussy started to spasm around his shaft, she was on the verge of cumming hard and she remembered this oh so clearly now) -- abandoned in a hotel room, attached to a powerful spirit that would simply fuck her senseless every time she came to?

-It wouldn't be so bad, to be like this forever,- a little voice in the back of her head chimed in as Rinoa's orgasm reached its crest. -There are worse fates than this.- And Rinoa ached inside as she wanted to say Yes! or No! as her body flooded her mind with every reason she could think of for just giving in. If he had been human, she would have been torn asunder-- but he was something more than mortal. The ache of his cock in her cunt was scarcely noticeable anymore, leaving just the waves of glorious sensation. Submission was not so bad...

...but in the back of her mind, she remembered what happened when she had been weak, and other wills had subsumed her own. Rinoa opened her eyes, dreamily, and gazed upon the man-spirit fucking her with a new light. If he'd noticed that she'd come, there was no sign of it-- he was spreading her open as if he'd not been between her legs for the past five, ten minutes, as if he'd just started. There was no animosity in this. This wasn't torture. This wasn't mind control. For whatever reason, he-- he wanted her, like she knew she wanted him inside her, pounding, shaking the bed with every thrust. He might not be human, but what human could compare to this? A smile briefly lit her lips as she let her head loll back onto the mattress, putting her hands around his cock again (they'd fallen to the side, somewhere along the line), and gave herself to whimpers as she felt another orgasm starting to build, a fluttery crest of the growing wave...

His voice brought her out of her reverie. She didn't know how many times she'd come since that deep voice had last reached her ears-- she'd lost count somewhere between four and five, and they were coming faster and faster as he worked her body like a machine. "I didn-," Rinoa gasped, trying to draw a breath and remember how to speak, "dinn't think it was-- was ever-- OH, yes, more like that..."
 
He was indeed, a relentless sex machine. Hours passed as if they were mere minutes, and still his hips moved in the same fast rythm that he started out with. No human man can ever achieve this feat of endurance, and this is perhaps why so many summoners had become addicted to the guardians mighty rod. He gave out a roar of dominance everytime he feels her climax, yet gave her no chance to rest. He himself havent climaxed yet, despite the extended period of time that they fucked like wild animals. His powerfull jaws would sometimes clamp on her shoulders or legs, trying to draw a scream from her to sate his predatory instinct.

Despite what may seem like an extremely taxing physical activity, she didnt feel fatigue. The guardian is an avatar of primal vitality, and his presence alone is enough to grant endurance to those he is junctioned with. Much more so when he is 'inside' them physically. His mind momentarily went back to a particular encounter with a legendary female warrior of time imemorial. The two would mate for days, due to the aura he is generating, and the warriors unmatched physical prowess. Another era has seen him in service to a courtesan famous for her sexual skills, and during this time, the courtesan made sure to teach him the intricate art of lovemaking.

When her hands returned, he began changing his rythm, using one such technique he was taught. His hips moved in a slow long circular motion, stretching her walls to the side in a relaxed pace. Her leg was allowed freedom, as his hands supported his torso above hers, kissing her forehead then stealing a long hungry kiss, all the while his hips danced with hers. "Am i satisfying you, summoner?" His growl fell to a soft whisper, sounding suspiciously like the calm before the all-consuming storm.
 
Rinoa bit on her lip as he pulled back, the taste of his tongue searing its way into her conscious mind as he shifted. She'd never mistake this for a dream again, not when the real thing was impossibly vivid. Ankles freed from his grip, her slender calves came to rest on his shoulders, and when he changed his rhythm, adding a circular motion to his thrusts, she squeezed harder on his massive shaft with what strength her thin wrists could manage. "Never had--" she began, gasping for breath, keeping a handle on her words through the throbbing of her pussy, "never anything like this before. Never thought it could be like this..."

Her muscles didn't ache. There was no soreness from being propped up so long, no residual pain in her ankles from being pinned... he could have had her bent over a table or a counter and she wasn't sure she would be feeling that. It was wonderful-- ecstatic-- rapturous-- and while she'd managed to keep her voice down, despite his less-than-subtle attempts to provoke her further, if he ratcheted his efforts much further, she would be letting the whole hotel know exactly how hard she was being fucked.
 
The rythm was uncharacteristically gentle. He was obviously up to something, something violent. His lips sealed hers once more, seducing both her body and her mind. His hips waltzing for what seemed like an eternity. "Your previous lover..Is inferior to me. Is he not?" His tone rose abit, clearly a prelude to the upcoming storm as his hips began moving faster once more, the loving gentle waltz soon turning into a tango of escalating fury, rocking the bed violently again.

Without any warning, he pulled out of her, and propped her hands onto the headboard, gripping her waist in an iron vise of a grip. "Summoner..Prepare your self!" he roared out.

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Leon Mullins, is a traveling salesman, and he knows all the cheapest places to stay, the restaurant with the biggest portions, and the most shady of pawnshops. However, for once in his life, he regretted staying in the hungry bear inn. The place was normally quiet, but today, someone in the room next to him is banging something against the walls, so hard that the wall itself shook, and the hanging light in his room swayed around.

"What the hell are they doing there?!" He thought to himself.

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Indeed the room was shaking. The meteoric impact of his hips caused the bed to slam against the walls. It would seem the guardian is intent, on taking her to the limits of her endurance.
 
Riona had mumbled something mutely in answer to his question-- her last was nothing, an awkward child fumbling in comparison to him-- and she was pretty sure she was almost getting the hang of this whole being-fucked-silly-by-a-primordial-power thing. He was almost taking it easy on her, reserving the true depths of his inhuman strength. She should be sore, she should be aching, but with every thrust she found herself revitalized. There was no hunger, no thirst here, only the rushing sense of having something moving within her, setting all of her senses alight.

"It's so good," she moaned between breaths, finally making her lips work in a way that they would make words. "Hyne take me-- oh GODS, don't stop..."

He roared an answering challenge, and she felt his hands roughly remove her from the pistoning shaft, to the bed-- Rinoa blinked, dazed, why would he do that? She wanted to touch him, she wanted to hold him inside her-- and then as he started pounding her again, she yelped in surprise and gripped the baseboard of the ratty hotel room's bed with all of her strength. He was penetrating her with a qualitatively different power, now-- one that was radiating through her body beyond her ability to control. It was like being possessed, except-- except not at all. Before, when Edea and Ultimecia had taken control of her body, it was paralyzing, terrifying, as though she might never be herself again; here, he was energizing her, telling her body what to do and she LIKED it. She WANTED it, even as it scared her just how much she wanted this.
 
It truly was a loud day indeed in the hungry bear inn. All day long the complaints about the couple having loud violent sex came in, but the front desk couldnt do anything. The girl checked in alone, but it is clear that someone is in there with her, giving her the time of her life. Its just impossible though, how they seemingly went on hours after hours without stopping. The only explanation is, that there are multiple men in the room, perhaps 5 or 6, taking turns fucking her brains out.

In reality, the guardian has been ravaging the raven haired beauty for 12 hours straight. It was something quite common for him to do, but Rinoa was able to do it only by the preserving aura of vitality he exhudes. Here, in this most feral of sexual positions, he took her to heaven, or hell, depending on how you look at it. Only when the 12th hour came, did the guardian let out a loud bellow, sending a shockwave throughout the room, bowling the furnitures over. His cum overflowed like a summer flood, revitalizing the land, his essence was even more potent than his aura, healing the girl more effectively than any elixirs.

The room looked like ground zero when they were done. Giving Rinoa one long last kiss to show her his appreciation of their mating. "Should you want another round..just say so.." He whispered, cock still hard inside her.
 
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