The attempt to assassinate the sorceress Edea had ended in dramatic failure, but hey. It could have been worse for Squall and company. They could have died in a hail of bullets, a storm of sheening steel, or in a hail of the sorceress’ magic. Like, a literal hail of magic. She had almost killed Squall with a lance of sharp ice in the middle of the summer! Surely, she could have managed lethal hailstones, were she so inclined.
But Squall survived and he recovered, and everything was fine. Except for the fact that the sorceress was perhaps the single most powerful person on the planet, in sheer personal destructive capability and having secret control over the world’s governments. That wasn’t fine, not really, but they could correct that! They would be able to try again! Second time was the charm, as Selphie claimed the saying went.
And yeah, she’d probably be much better guarded and prepared for that second attempt, but that just meant they had to make it a really good attempt.
Like, ‘hijack a spaceship and deliberately crash-land it into wherever she sleeps while we’re 100% sure she’s asleep there’– that was Zell’s idea, and he wanted to handle it personally, ditching out of the ship to parachute away safely seconds before impact. Quisits gave him an impromptu crash-course on physics. Even if he could manage that, he’d just die in the super-heated air left in the ship’s wake, and there was no f*cking way his body or a parachute would survive the velocity.
He pouted at that, but by and large, everyone agreed they needed to figure out something really solid. They would return to Balamb Garden, lay low, and hope to Hyne they had something actionable before like, a missile hit the Garden. Or a meteor.
None of them anticipated that the true leader of the Gardens would take umbrage with their failure, and seek to placate Edea by preemptively offering everyone involved as captives. None of them even knew that Cid had a patron who preferred to stay behind the scenes– save Quistis Trepe, but her knowledge amounted to rumors. “They say the Garden Master is a male Shumi,” the blonde revealed, frowning severely. “One of great stature.”
Placating a world-ending disaster in (possessed!) human form did not sound very Shumi to any of them. “Then let’s sit down with him and talk this through! Maybe he just doesn’t realize how serious things are, and he just hopes to spare the rest of the Garden?” Rinoa suggested, hopeful and optimistic.
Squall just frowned, but that was sort of his default expression and entirely unworthy of note. They only had three options that he could think of– flee, convince the Garden Master that he needed to support them, or beat him into submission. If they killed him by accident, whatever, they could just impersonate him for as long as they needed his bank account.
After a long debate, they agreed to try Rinoa’s route. Serendipity had them receiving an invitation from the Garden Master to speak in person seconds after they began their return journey to Balamb Garden.
“Guys, I know I’m new here, but uh, this is a f*ckin’ trap,” Irvine pointed out, delicate in his not-so-delicate delivery.
“He’s a Shumi. He’ll be reasonable,” Rinoa stood firm.
“I hate to stereotype even in a positive way, but historically–” Zell began, and that was that. His excited desire to make like an action hero with a spaceship aside, he was a model student, and history was his forte. He knew his sh*t, and Quistis backed up what he said.
An evil Shumi was about as likely as pigs flying.
They reached the Garden. They were escorted into its deepest, darkest depths, into areas none of them had ever seen before, attended only by the Garden Master’s kin: the peaceful, artistic Shumi’s pleasant demeanors and politeness put them all at ease. Each one was human in size and shape, save for their immense hands and club-like feet.
Then they reached the Garden Master’s chamber, dominated by a massive opaque dome gilded in gold, and well–
… Yeah.
Master N0RG was the exception that proved the general rule about Shumi being pretty great people. The largest Shumi that any of them had seen before was somewhere towards the upper end of 7 feet. After the dome peeled back one hemisphere to reveal the enthroned Shumi inside, everyone’s conception of what a big Shumi was promptly shattered.
He seemed at least seven meters tall seated, and putting it in Eshtar’s preferred measurements was sort of soft-balling it, making it easier to digest– by Galbadian feet, he was at least twenty feet tall. SEATED. And he was not a small twenty feet tall, no; he was not lean or green or a fighting machine. None of that was surprising. No Shumi was a fighting machine, and they were all yellow, and well– they tended to be hefty but N0RG was genuinely fat, proportionally. None of his bulk was muscle.
“YOU IMBECILES! IDIOTS! MORONS! YOU FAILED! COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS THAT THE SORCERESS HAS AGREED TO FORGIVE US IN EXCHANGE FOR EACH OF YOU, DELIVERED ALIVE!” the Garden Master bellowed, spittle flying from his mouth as he shouted. In the enclosed, echo-prone chamber, he was unbearably loud.
Rinoa was the first to pick her jaw off the floor, and she put her mouth where her heart had led them. N0RG dismissed her compassion, and he dismissed Quistis’ rationality, and he outright ignored Zell laying out what they knew about the descendants of Hyne in a historical context. Selphie went to bat for the team–
“Your fingers are really big, did you know that?” the brunette asked, staring in strange fascination at N0RG’s meter-long, ripple-prone yellow digits.
“YES, THEY ARE. THANK YOU FOR NOTICING. NOW SHUT UP!” Selphie backed off, but getting shouted at did not diminish her interest in N0RG’s giant sausage-fingers. It was weird, but then everyone knew that Selphie was a little weird. Well-meaning, sometimes morbid, but still their friend.
Irvine and Squall did not seek to engage N0RG in diplomatic dialogue. They recognized the lost cause and got ready to take down the giant Shumi, except–
The would-be attack ended before it started when dozens of turrets shot up, ready to take down the party in a deadly crossfire from every angle. “PERHAPS A COMPROMISE CAN BE REACHED,” N0RG smiled wide as the SEEDs (and Rinoa!) stood down. One of his eyes, twice as large as an exercise ball, seemed latched upon Rinoa; the other moved independently to track Quistis. “I WOULD SPEAK WITH YOU ALONE,” he said, pointing at Squall, the leader.
N0RG’s Shumi attendants ushered the others out, and after a few minutes, they were further separated, with Irvine and Zell taken to another room. Strange and unsettling, but they didn’t resist. Now that they had seen N0RG’s turrets, they could identify that every chamber on this level of the Garden possessed them.
“Let us know if you need anything,” the Shumi attendants told the two men, after setting them up in a comfortable lounge with the biggest television they had ever seen, tasty snacks and plenty of juice boxes (Shuumi-scaled).
The women? They were left standing, and Rinoa dispirited for assuming the best. “It’s not your fault,” Quistis assured the younger woman, squeezing her bicep comfortingly. She could be cold, but she cared deeply for each of her friends.
“Thanks,” Rinoa said with a weak smile.
“Hey guys, how big do you guys think those fingers are? Like, in inches. Circumference and length,” Selphie broke her daydream to ask; it was a question neither lady was prepared to humor.
After ten minutes, Squall returned, wearing his (again, totally normal) brooding frown. “What did he say?” Quistis asked him. “What’s the compromise?”
“...” Somehow, projecting an ellipsis in silence was also very normal for Squall. “... … …” His degree of hesitation was not.
“Squall? Is it that bad?” Rinoa asked worriedly, clutching her necklace.
“I don’t want to say it out loud,” Squall finally said, reluctant.
“Whisper it to me,” Selphie said, bouncing over to him in a few hops. She rose on her tip-toes, grabbed his shoulder, and turned an ear up towards him. Taking the childishly-offered easy road, Squall covered his mouth and spoke directly into Selphie’s ear, his cheeks beginning to darken. With each syllable out of the oft-monotonous leader’s mouth, her eyes gradually widened to the size of saucers.
Then, when Squall cleared his throat and offered up the keystone of it all, Selphie shrieked. Her eyes almost seemed to balloon comically as she jumped in place, hands shooting up to cover whatever shape her mouth was twisting into; it did not muffle her verbal squeal.
“HOLY f*ck! YOU’RE KIDDING!” the loud young woman exclaimed, startling Rinoa and worrying Quistis with a deeply furrowed brow. “NO WAY!”
It was, in fact, that bad. But only by Rinoa’s reckoning. The not-SEED member of their SEED team turned white as a sheet after Selphie excitedly relayed what Squall had whispered to her. Although Quistis gave a deep frown and rubbed her chin in consideration, she took the details in stride. “All things considered… if he’s a Shumi of his word, he’s letting us off easy. Very, very easy. Considering the situation, we wouldn’t be able to resist if he decided to take instead of receive.” She paused, then nodded and said firmly, “We should take him up on his offer, and with gratitude.”
“No way,” Rinoa sputtered out. “There’s– there is no way– if you want to do it, you can, but I’m not going back in that room,” she swore. “And I’m going to go the rest of my life without looking at that creep!”
“You, uh, don’t need to go back in that room,” Squall said, averting his eyes. Rinoa started to relax just as Squall continued, “He wants to do it in a different room. But you do actually need to do it if we take him up on it. It’s an all-or-nothing offer.”
Rinoa’s pretty expression contorted with disgust. “Nuh-uh. Nope. Not happening. I’d rather take an ice lance to the heart– um, sorry, Squall.”
Selphie dropped her hands from her mouth, revealing the ear-to-ear grin she was wearing beneath it, her eyes gleaming with giddiness. “Come on. It won’t be that bad. I do this kind of thing all the time!” she exclaimed, which brought on a slew of uncomfortable questions from everyone else, not all of them voiced aloud. The answers that the spunky little brunette gave universally failed to put Rinoa’s mind at ease.
But after an hour of back-and-forthing (and stark reminders that the alternative was being delivered straight into Edea’s clutches), Rinoa reluctantly agreed to go ahead with The Compromise. Calling it The Compromise was much more palpable to her palate than saying what it was. As Shumi attendants led them to the alternative chamber in which The Compromise would take place, Quistis and Selphie conversed about the details and what to expect, and they kept saying the words that made her flinch and turn queasy in her gut.
They were going to have sexual relations with that Garden Master.
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“Bujurururu!” the giant Shumi belly-laughed, his upsetting frame rippling with his mirth, not stilled by the lazy slap he gave to his belly. When they first saw him upon his throne, he had been wearing an opulent robe consisting of enough fabric to clothe a decently-sized village for several years. “THANK YOU FOR COMING, LADIES.” He was jolly, now.
Of course he was jolly. How he managed to relocate from that chamber to this one was a mystery to them. The door they entered through was scaled for their ilk, and there was no obvious entrance or exit for someone of his mammoth scale. Asking how was not the first question that came to Rinoa’s sullen mind as they looked upon him, however.
No, if she were to blurt what was on her mind, it would be on far less important details: Where do you even get a towel that size? How long did it take to make it? How much did it cost? It’s custom-made, right? One of the Shumi’s hands kept his thick, fluffy towel– practically the curtain of a theater’s stage –clenched around his waist. His feet and calves were bare, as was his unfortunately corpulent upper body. Standing tall, he was closer to thirty feet in height.
Yikes. The chamber was just tall enough for him to not be at any risk of bonking his noggin, and wide enough for him to move around a little. For the human women, it should’ve been spacious. With him there, it was downright cramped. The floor seemed sturdy, yet made of some oddly soft material. Save for the gutters that ran around the perimeter, anyway.
“It’s our pleasure to be here,” Quistis said, leading the trio and stepping to the fore. “And thank you for giving us this opportunity to work through this issue, Garden Master.” She reached up to remove her spectacles, tucking them into a case and putting them away.
“PLEASE! CALL ME THE GREAT MIGHTY N0RG! OR MASTER! OR SIR! Bujurururu!”
Quistis smiled her professional smile to him. “The Great Mighty N0RG? Of course,” she demurred. “Forgive me for not immediately recognizing your deserved title, sir.”
Shoulders hunched and hugging herself, Rinoa glanced over her shoulder. Like the other chamber, it was dome-like in shape. Unlike the other one… high up, a glass window separated N0RG’s pleasure chamber from an observation deck. Squall had insisted on being allowed to watch and intercede if N0RG did anything that would hurt his female friends; he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and arms crossed, brooding. Beside him was Headmaster Cid, apparently instrumental in calming N0RG enough for him to consider this alternative.
Everything about the situation was offensive to her, but the music playing in the background stood out. Slow, soulful jazz smooth as butter, with a deep-voiced man crooning all the things he was going to do to a woman after they laid down together on a shag rug alongside a roaring fireplace. As an instrumental piece, it might’ve been sensuous. As it actually was–
Suffice to say, it was not poetic innuendo. It was very direct and very crude. For that reason, it also stood out to Selphie, who had already lifted her arms overhead to begin swaying to it. “This song is great,” she giggled. “I love your taste in music, master! One time, I got a flans to go down on me to this–”
Rinoa grimaced, her queasiness redoubled. She would’ve preferred going her entire life without knowing that Selphie was an avid monster f*cker, an act illegal anywhere laws could be found; that had not stopped the brunette from supplementing her SEED income with pay-per-view live shows of her frequent adventures. Once upon a time, she had wondered where Selphie disappeared to at night, but no longer. “Can we get this over with?” she interjected before Selphie could segue from how she incited cunniling*s with a flan into getting creampied by a Raldos.
“MMMMMMM! EAGER? Bujurururu!”
So not. So, so not eager.
“Very,” Quistis promised for them, taking another step forward.
Selphie hopped up to her side, arms dropping but hips still wiggling. “C’mon, show us what we’re working with! You know what they say, big fingers, big dick,” she piped. Rinoa stayed slightly behind the two.
“A WARNING. ONCE YOU GO SHUMI…” N0RG began to peel away his towel. “YOU DO NOT GO BACK.”
Rinoa rolled her eyes; Quistis maintained her professional smile while Selphie licked her lips. Each of them had their own expectations, set by the size of N0RG and what was hinted at beneath his curtain-call worthy towel. When it dropped, though, the Elder Shumi was far worse, far better, and far more impressive than any one of them was prepared for.
There hadn’t been a tell-tale bulge beneath the towel, suggesting that perhaps it was more modest– that a Shumi’s enormous hands were simply compensating for what their junk didn’t have. Another possibility was N0RG being flaccid, needing some work to actually get to a state of stiffness.
‘Twas not either; N0RG’s Shumi pride was only a few feet (in both size and a solitary appendage) away from being a third leg. It dangled straight down from between his tree-like thighs, kept pointed down with powerful muscles. It was about half as wide as his legs mid-way down his thighs, every inch of its turgid skin the same banana shade as his skin. Like a human co*ck (something Rinoa had only seen in textbooks), it was rippled just under the surface by veins, given a unique texture; its end was enveloped in a foreskin that covered whatever awaited them under it.
With the towel removed, his musk slammed through the room, like a smoke-filled building finally being able to vent out: deeply masculine, in a way entirely alien to each of them. Not so foul that it left any of them gagging, but it was still notable, stark. It almost seemed to come in two distinct flavors. Yet unbared in full, his co*ck was the more mellow of the two– stronger was the Elder Shumi’s ball sweat, his three testicl*s dangling like boulders from a wrinkled scrotum. They were dripping.
“Whoa,” Selphie whispered, her jaw dropped.
“... Fascinating,” Quistis murmured.
“... I’m gonna be sick,” Rinoa claimed quietly.
“Bujurururu! LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?” N0RG asked, opening his too-large eyes and grinning lecherously down at the women, none of whom were even a proper sixth of his height. Slowly, carefully, the obese giant lowered to his knees, spread wide, his co*ck making a meaty THUD as it hit the floor. Resting as such, its vertical height came up to about the blonde professor’s chest.
“I’ve never seen such a large specimen,” Quistis told him honestly, stepping forward readily. How she managed to be unshakeable now, of all times, almost upset Rinoa as much as the dick itself.
“f*ck. YEAH. Can I just–?” Selphie recovered quickly from her shock and wiggled quickly ahead of Quistis.
“YES,” N0RG agreed without waiting to hear what Selphie intended to do to him; one of his hands lifted to point two people-sized fingers at the two lagging behind her. “STRIP FOR N0RG TOGETHER. MAKE IT HOT.”
What had made Rinoa willing to go through with this disgusting coercion was simple: Quistis and Selphie promised to do the bulk of the work. They promised her whatever she had to do wouldn’t be that bad (or that it would be fun, enjoyable!); all the dark-haired young woman really had to do was be there and do the bare minimum. And it wasn’t like f*cking N0RG would be like… f*cking N0RG.
The scale would make penetration impossible. She’d be able to keep doing as she always intended; saving herself for her marriage night. Still, Rinoa was reluctant. Another worried look over her shoulder to make sure Squall’s eyes were closed only made her feel marginally better about everything. Cid was watching close, frowning with apparent worry for them.
“Just follow my lead,” Quistis told Rinoa, snapping her startled attention away from the observation deck– the blonde had slinked up to her while she was distracted, and was now laying her hands upon Rinoa’s body, swaying to the music as though to dance.
Rinoa loved a good ballroom dance. After a moment’s hesitation, she put her hands to Quistis’ hips, waiting for the cue that came way too quickly, actually– because of course, strippers and a good waltz don’t mix. She grunted in surprised dismay when Quistis’ soft, pouty pink lips pushed up against her own.
It was not her first kiss. Rinoa had that well before Seifer. But it was the first one that Rinoa had with a woman, and the first one where it got deep. Shock left her too stiff to really react to Quistis’ bold lead, rather unabashed in slipping Rinoa tongue. At the same time, the professor’s hands slid under her sleeveless duster-sweater and pushed it down, urging Rinoa’s hands off to allow it to slip smoothly down. Her mouth tasted of the rum Quistis had asked one of the Shumi attendants to bring them, some liquid courage to ease the stress of it all.
Meanwhile? Selphie already had her hands upon the Great Mighty N0RG’s great mighty co*ck, massaging its head through his foreskin with a ribald grin. She gazed up at the perverse Shumi’s face with lust utterly undisguised, admitting to him in a salacious purr, “I’ve always wanted to get with a behemoth… and you’re going to check that off my list.”
“Bujurururu! WHAT A co*ckY LITTLE slu*t YOU ARE,” the Shumi laughed and bellowed, before reaching forward with one of his hands. Selphie didn’t shy away from it, though he was slow and measured, not surprising her with his action. He gently pushed her against his yet-covered tip with the pad of his forefinger, and she giggled, hugging and rubbing up against him. “GO ON. SHOW N0RG THAT YOU AREN’T A TEASE.”
“Gladly,” Selphie told him, her grin flashing even wider. Just once, she had come close to being with something of N0RG’s mind-boggling scale. When she first laid eyes on Balamb Garden’s T-Rexaur, she just knew she had to have a taste of its unsheathed lizard dick. Dangerous? f*ck yeah, she loved that sh*t. But what kept it from happening was the fact that the T-Rexaur’s red rocket was not dissimilar to its absolutely f*cking useless arms. It just wasn’t worth the trouble.
N0RG was. Half-hugging his dick, Selphie grabbed rough handfuls of his fleshy member and began pushing back the foreskin. It went slowly, but not dryly, ample pre-cum already having leaked out of the Shumi’s dickslit… his numerous dickslits. Unlike a human, and perhaps unlike a normal Shumi, his cum-pumpers had more than one exit. It was closer to a dozen, evenly spaced-out along his fat knobhea*d. Each one was smaller than the main one at his tip. Overall, rather than purplish, it was a deep orange to match his skin tone.
“Nothing better than a nice carrot or a mouthful of pumpkin… seed,” Selphie giggled delightedly, putting her mouth right up high against his main slit. Clearly lacking any concern regarding the onlookers or other parties present, she arched her back and rubbed her still-clothed belly against him in lewd grind. Her sexual solicitations resulted in a quick swell of gray-tinged clear pre to ooze out of him, making an immediate mess of her dress.
For a moment, it had matched N0RG’s skin akin to his co*ck’s head; it quickly soaked through and left it a much darker shade of yellow. Selphie didn’t hesitate to taste the leak once it reached her mouth and coated over her face, giving a happy little moan at the unique taste her tongue found. It hit her with far more of his waiting musk, too, and that… that was like the best perfume that she had ever smelled, point blank. No cologne could rival it. Licking her lips hungrily, she shamelessly rubbed her cheeks against it, coating herself, marking herself as the Great Mighty N0RG’s co*ck poppet.
“GOOD, BITCH! GOOD. YOU’RE AS DELIGHTFUL AS YOUR TEAM IS BAD AT MURDERING POLITICIANS. YOU SHOULD CONSIDER CHANGING YOUR CAREER,” N0RG rumbled, clearly pleased by her enthusiasm. His enormous finger stroked along her back lightly, a rewarding touch.
“Izzat… a job offer?” she purred up at him, massaging over his oversized dick’s head, tickling deliberately along his many slits. Her hips and ass briefly jutted backward as she dipped her head, running her tongue up over one part of his cum-slit’s edge, practically lips given the size of him. N0RG’s entire body gave a jiggling shudder.
“WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY TOUCHING AND TASTING SHUMI co*ck?” he asked–
–which really wasn’t helping Rinoa relax and get into the swing of things; she couldn’t ignore it and just focus on the touches and caresses Quistis gave on to her, which verged on enjoyable. Still, the dark-haired young woman would have liked a bit of warning before getting a mouthful of foreign tongue. The blonde professor was by far the best kisser she had the privilege of swapping spit with, not that Rinoa particularly wanted said privilege.
But N0RG had said to make it hot, and he wasn’t complaining about the sapphic show he was getting. The two women went back-and-forth in divesting and discarding articles of clothing. Alas, it was an altogether uneven process– after Rinoa lost her sweater, she tugged off Quistis’ pink top, expecting a sports bra or something beneath it.
Layers. Layers and thin-as-f*ck clothing. That was how the fashion industry made its money on women, but Quistis snubbed them by only wearing one layer in autumn. Beneath it, the professor wore a black lace brasserie. After they got Rinoa’s top off to reveal her rather plain blue cloth counterpart, Quistis lost her skirt to reveal a boldly-cut black lace thong, and so it went until the blonde was in just her boots. Rinoa still had hers on, and her underwear too.
“That’s good enough for now, I think,” Quistis murmured as she peeled away the kiss. Her hands had not been as calm as her voice throughout, and they did not calm down despite her claim– obviously for N0RG’s sake, she fondled Rinoa’s tensed-up bubble butt while speaking. “Are you ready? Remember, you only need to do the bare minimum.”
“Uh,” Rinoa swallowed, flush-faced as she glanced down between herself and her friend. She felt over-dressed in her underwear; Quistis was as beautiful and elegant in the buff as she was fully-dressed, tall and proud. Her lean musculature was an underscoring complement to the ample curve of her breasts and backside. For any human man, they would be more than a simple handful to grasp. For N0RG, though, why, they weren’t even the size of his fingertip.
Rinoa took in the stiffness of Quistis’ peachy-pink nipples, surely just a natural reaction to the stimulation they had received. In the same (prolonged) glance (actually a stare, if we’re being honest), she got her first real glimpse of Quistis’ c*nt. They had shared a communal shower before, but Rinoa hadn’t looked. Between her thighs, Quistis was carefully and meticulously waxed, hairless but for a thin blonde strip no wider than her slippery pink slit. Just like her nipples, her swollen, damp labia served as testament to her arousal.
Underneath her underwear, Rinoa knew she was in a similar state… not that she was into N0RG or Quistis. She was very straight. Super straight, one might say. Her body’s excitement must have come from having Squall watching. A glance back over her shoulder, and she saw his eyes were still closed. “I guess. Let’s go,” she mumbled.
Quistis took her hand and led her towards the obscene sight of Selphie giving N0RG a full-body humping. If not for the deep scarlet of her cheeks, Rinoa’s face would have totally blanched at where Selphie had decided to put her tongue. Though N0RG was too big for his penis to enter any of their bodies in conventional fashion…
Well, Selphie’s tongue was buried in his cum-slit. What was rightly fellati* thus resembled more cunnlingus as she worked her long, pink co*ck-pleaser. The Garden Master’s deep groans rippled his body, and as they drew nearer Ground Zero of the ongoing disaster, his exhalations almost seemed to ripple their bodies too with how they vibrated. N0RG’s eyes were on them, not Selphie, drinking in tit* smaller than his teeth, which showed with his forthcoming smile.
“I HAVE HAD MY EYE ON YOU FOR A LONG TIME,” the disgusting Shumi rumbled out to Quistis. “SOME DAYS, I CONSIDERED SENDING FOR YOU. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?”
“What would you have wanted me to do, sir?” Quistis riposted flirtatiously, giving Rinoa’s hand a squeeze before releasing it. “As an employee of Balamb Garden… obeying your call and command surely falls under my job description,” she said, smirking. Rightly proud of her exquisite body, she seemed to pose herself without a thought, one hip co*cked, legs apart enough to show just-so-much of her puss*. Her perfect posture kept her large breasts high, raising and falling with her deep breaths.
“TAKE OFF YOUR BOOTS. BOTH OF YOU,” N0RG said after a moment, though the rest was an answer to Quistis’ query: “REPLACE THE BRUNETTE BITCH AND SHOW ME HOW NAUGHTY YOU REALLY ARE,” he demanded, and to Rinoa’s deepened discomfort? The professor didn’t hesitate. She bent right over to pluck her boots off, threadless.
“Thank you so much for this opportunity,” Quistis’ words simmered with sexuality and intent, as if she were really into this– or perhaps more like she had been on missions before where the best path to securing her objective would involve willful, unquestioning exploitation of her femininity. She went one needless step further beyond N0RG’s asking, reaching up to grab the clips holding her hair up and remove them. All her blonde locks fell in a sleek cascade, hanging down nearly to her mid-back. Only then truly naked, she slinked up beside Selphie and began to urge her away.
“Ffff*ckoff, m’not done–” Selphie whined, forced up for some much-needed air by Quistis’ pushing hands, an absolute sloppy mess. She scowled at her friend, but the Great Mighty N0RG headed off a potential cat-fight.
“STRIP YOURSELF. AND THE OTHER ONE. THE NEW ONE,” N0RG said, as though he needed to narrow it down beyond ‘the one other person in the room’.
“Oh, you wanna see this hot bod, master?” Selphie gave another grin right up at N0RG, licking her lips and skedaddling back from Quistis’ way.
“SHUT UP AND DO IT,” N0RG ordered, turning his full attention upon Quistis. Just as Selphie had, she began pleasuring N0RG with her body, taking advantage of both her nudity and the swell of her near-motherly tit*. She gathered them up in both hands and dragged their velvety soft warmth along his oozing cum-slit; like any ideal tit-job, it quickly involved her lips being pushed against his co*ck too, kissing away with the same passion her tongue had given unto Rinoa’s mouth.
Rinoa took a step away from Selphie, her arms breaking from their self-hug to take a more defensive and guarded stance. She did not want to get naked in front of N0RG. In fact, there was no way N0RG was going to see her naked. I’d sooner die! Oh, she’d be in the room and she’d do the bare minimum, but anything more than that–
“This is like a dream come true for me,” Selphie giggled with maddened glee, not grabbing Rinoa but the sides of her pre-soaked dress. “You have no idea how much I have to hold back on a daily basis since like, you’re all actually kind of prudish–” she started to explain, but ripping her dress up over her head kind of cut into her monologue.
Underneath, Selphie was naked. Completely naked. Ready-and-naked, her fair-toned skin gleaming where the moisture of N0RG’s pre had soaked through her attire. Rinoa’s brain struggled to immediately process and understand that: what kind of woman went around town without their underwear on? Didn’t she care about her boobs bouncing around or getting stretch marks? What if she had her period? What if her dress’ thigh-length skirt rode up while she was doing her typical acrobatics and hopping around? It wasn’t like Selphie knew this was going to happen when she got dressed today!
… No, what Rinoa didn’t know was that Selphie was just that horny. She was always ready, always looking, and beyond constantly experimenting with ways to get monsters to f*ck her? Selphie had a Plan B in case their party ever got defeated out in the wilds. Or while up against Edea’s minions. Or if she lost a game of Triple Triad, or…
Suffice to say, getting pressured into sex to save the day was a fantasy Selphie had been thirsting over for a while. Though they looked large on her petite frame, her tit* had no serious risk of getting stretch marks for lacking a bra. They were perky, their tops as flushed as her cheeks, nipples surprisingly long and unsurprisingly hard. Her trim waist led down into flaring hips and a pelvis without a single strand of hair; she was fully waxed and brazen in her arousal, so swollen it looked like it must have hurt. Even more petite, her puss* was drenched– more with her own leak than N0RG’s own.
As Rinoa gawked and Quistis made out with a dick several times larger than her, Selphie swung her dress overhead and gave a whooping squeal, one hand fist-pumping at the SUCCESS of nudity. Then, before Rinoa got her bearings, that dress was flung right at her face. Her hands flailed up to try and get it off. “What–!”
Was it necessary for Selphie to distract Rinoa? Not at all; she was so unsettled that she would’ve been an easy take-down. But Selphie liked to do things the extreme(ly unnecessary) way whenever she could. As Rinoa struggled with the dress, Selphie tackled her still-covered friend to the solid yet surprisingly pliant floor. The entire floor, save again for those grates, seemed almost mattress-like.
That really wasn’t on Rinoa’s mind. Not while Selphie was on Rinoa’s body, pinning the dark-haired virgin beneath her. “Been dying to get my hands on these in a consensual situation!” the horny nutcase cackled, her hands going straight down to Rinoa’s blue bra. It wasn’t a front clasp, hooking in the back.
“Selphie, stop– Selphie, I’m going to kill you–!” Rinoa shrieked, shucking the blinding dress and trying to wrassle for some leverage. All that adrenaline-fueled fight quickly left her when it proved moot. Selphie never even thought to go for the clasp, grabbing the cups of the un-wired bra and ripping the little band that connected them between her chest. Rinoa dropped her arms and gave Selphie a look of implied misery, hoping to get the point across that she wasn’t amused or too thrilled with any of this.
Selphie, though? She was a horny monster and had not been exaggerating in her claims. “Ohmygosh, they’re even bigger than I thought they were!” she yipped happily as she squeezed and jiggled Rinoa’s tender tit*. They were delicate and sensitive, and Selphie was showing her none of the respect Rinoa gave herself in self-exams of her boobs. “I LOVE THEM!”
“You’re being too rough,” Rinoa complained, though there was no helping her body’s reaction to it. Just as surely as Quistis’, it was the physical stimulation and excitement that furthered the heat and wetness between her thighs. It had to be! She was VERY STRAIGHT and the only man in the room with her was downright REPULSIVE.
“Come on,” Selphie giggled happily, her eyes wide and downright intoxicated by Rinoa’s breasts. “titt*es like these? Too rough? They’re made for this kind of thing,” she assured Rinoa, her hands surprisingly rude for how small they were. Indeed, they were a magnificent pair, malleable as they were large– larger than Quistis’ own, on a frame more than a few inches shorter. A sharp buck and roll of the brunette’s hips dragged her mess of a puss* along Rinoa’s skin as she adjusted her position, allowing herself a fluid dip that put her mouth near Rinoa’s nipples. “But fine, let me kiss them better~!”
Rinoa tried to shout nope, no, nuh-uh; what came out of her mouth was a breathless moan, her spine undulating as she experienced a pleasure never before tasted by her body.
Over with the Great Mighty N0RG, Quistis was making a similar sound. Unlike Rinoa, the source of her pleasure wasn't from a relatively conventional (if rough!) touch. No, it came from actual taste. She had put herself at a diagonal angle to N0RG’s absurd giant co*ck, using a firm instructor’s touch to part his main cum-slit wide. Where Selphie had dived her tongue deep, Quistis was parting the cum-slit wider to allow her tongue to get even further inside, teasing and licking parts of N0RG no human woman had thought to try before. Her other hand stroked and massaged his head headily, spreading the well-like swell of pre constantly slipping out of him.
Just the taste of him, the smell of him, was enough to send strange ripples through Quistis’ body. Her hips squirmed with urgency, thighs tucked tight in an attempt to give her puss* a bit of pleasure through sheer pressure. “TELL THE GREAT MIGHTY N0RG WHAT YOU ARE,” he rumbled, with a tight tension of his own.
“A slu*t for Shumi co*ck,” Quistis answered low and breathless, interchanging her licks with kisses and nuzzling. Rinoa couldn’t have been more wrong about Quistis’ manner and readiness; she had never been asked to put out for the Garden’s sake, but she wished she had. She wasn’t a virgin, but her duties kept her so damn busy that she had never really found an opportunity to let loose.
Taking N0RG’s perverse compromise as an excuse was f*cked up, but she didn’t think twice about it. She needed it. She needed it bad–
–Almost as much as Rinoa needed the panties that Selphie stole off her. They were the last line of defense for her groomed (albeit otherwise untamed) thatch of dark pubic hair, and once they were gone, there was nothing stopping the nun-chuck wielding wackjob from reaching back and claiming the unwitting privilege of being the first person inside Rinoa.
Rinoa’s body gave a wriggling thrash and she squealed out in surprise as Selphie touched a part of her inner walls that was beyond sensitive, enough to melt her mind for a moment. Just that briefest of brushes with a tiny bit of pressure, and it felt like her whole body was vibrating with its quivers. Virginal as she may have been, Rinoa wasn’t completely inexperienced or naive. She had touched herself before, but even her most ‘learned’ touches to her cl*t paled in comparison to Selphie doing a proverbial draw on her g-spot.
It was almost enough for her to regret her break-up with Seifer. Her last boyfriend had been a great guy (to her, at least!), but he really wanted to get under Rinoa’s panties and had not reacted well to her not-reacting-well to his attempts to venture down under. Had I known it could feel this good– uh, no, I wouldn’t, actually, definitely not…!
But Rinoa did not have time to calm from that first jolt, nor to settle her mind and sort out her thoughts. “BRING HER HERE. ALL OF YOU AT ONCE. NOW. NOW. NOW!” N0RG bellowed, and the whole chamber seemed to rumble with his sudden rush; the final NOW! Came with a slam of his fist included, which actually did shake the room and all those within it. Quistis lost her balance, her nude body faltering but quickly catching itself on his many-slitted co*ckhead.
Selphie recovered quickly, and she was more than excited in the wake of N0RG’s urgent demand. She agilely rose from her trapped quarry, quickly sucking Rinoa’s puss* juice off her fingers before reaching down to grab her wrists. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, this is going to be the best c*mshot ever, he’s gonna blow the biggest load any of us will ever see, I can’t wait, I really can’t,” she squeaked out between rapid breaths. If Rinoa was able to catch the brunette’s green eyes, she probably would have been upset by the freakish dilation of her pupils: Selphie was an addict about to score the f*cking jackpot.
Mostly, though, Rinoa was preoccupied with shaking off her startled confusion and not having her arm yanked off. “Slow down,” she groaned, trying to twist around and at least get her gooey knees under her. “I can walk, for Hyne’s sake.” Or crawl, as it were. Selphie did release her wrist… when they were only a few feet away from N0RG’s dropped co*ck. Rinoa only realized as much when she got her hands beneath herself and looked up, staring at both her friends rubbing up on a ridiculous and alien co*ck that made them all look like tiny pets.
Quistis had gotten right back to work on the inside lip of the main slit, and Selphie had taken after the professor’s clever example to kiss, lick and worship along the opposite side. Frankly disturbed by the sight of their rolling hips and crude attempts to hump other cum-slits on N0RG’s co*ck, Rinoa dropped from her hands and knees to a splayed-leg kneel, watching on with a combination of morbid curiosity, disgust, and totally natural (and completely unwanted) arousal. They… have this well in-hand, I’m pretty sure. He’s not even going to notice that I’m–
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW,” N0RG roared with impatience, the air expelled by his body-jiggling exclamation hitting them like the hot air of an overheated oven after being popped open. Rinoa squeaked in fright and froze up, but Quistis and Selphie were far too taken with him– their licks and kisses grew frantic, almost desperate to help the Garden Master hit his desired peak.
N0RG did not ask again. The next noise he made was a mountainous grumble, before one of his enormous hands reached out and over the two women already glorifying his co*ck. Still frozen, Rinoa could only stare in disbelief as those fingers closed in on her. They curled, crooked, and then simply pulled her over in a hooking gesture, dragging her across the floor– solid, yet soft.
And by now, very slippery with N0RG’s pouring-out pre-cum. Within a few seconds, Rinoa found herself between the two standing slu*ts, still on her knees, face inches away from the lower half of N0RG’s main cum-slit. Still closed up, lucky for her. Clenching her teeth and shaking, her heart pounding three times too fast, she begrudgingly reached out to touch the foul dick of the foul bastard before her.
The heat of it could be felt on every part of her; N0RG was like a goddamn radiator. This close, the overpowering smells of both his pre and his musk left her dizzy, as if she had stood up too fast after being spun a hundred times in a swivel chair. All of her disgust would have loved some nausea to go with it, but instead it found even deeper wells of (TOTALLY UNWANTED, definitely unwanted!) arousal. Her puss* clenched tight on itself and began to leak so much that her arousal was an active drip, matching what came out of both Quistis and Selphie’s twats.
“YES,” the Great Mighty N0RG groaned.
Rinoa grimaced and closed her eyes, rubbing her hand along him, baffled at how something so large and seemingly solid could have a spongy texture, and then she felt other hands on her. “Wait,” she yelped as both SEEDers independently put a hand to the back of her head, pushing together to shove Rinoa’s face up against N0RG’s dick-slit, an unwanted kiss. Out came a feline hiss–
… … … but his clear, gray-tinged precum tickled her nostrils just right, and her tongue suddenly had a mind of its own. The unwanted kiss led to a hurried yet tentative lick, and really, it didn’t taste that bad. It was gross and she was just super unhappy with it all, yeah. But it wasn’t that bad. Both of her friends were keeping her head in place. Might as well help get this over with, I… guess… she thought, and that one-off impulse became willing complicity.
“YESSSSS,” the Great Mighty N0RG groaned again, deeper. “YESSSSSSSS!”
And then, just as Rinoa was finding her tongue’s figurative footing, the great gray-white deluge began, primed to wash away all things in a flood of downright biblical proportions. Another wordless roar gave them about point five microseconds of warning, matched by an equivalent turbulence that shuddered N0RG’s great mighty co*ck independent of the rest of his body.
And then it hit Rinoa. It hit Quistis and Selphie, too, but it mostly hit Rinoa: she was knelt directly aligned with its middle, while both of the other women were standing just to its sides. The way they had spread his slit led to the upper half being less focused, and so they took a thinner brunt on their faces and hair. N0RG’s numerous other cum-slits showered the rest of their bodies in his spunk. They both squealed and shrieked with giddy depravity, joyously surprised by the frankly unsurprising amount of seed they were struck with.
But again, it mostly hit Rinoa. She took the lower half of that first rope face-first and head-on. No bracing for impact, either from her or the hands pushing her face against the orange-yellow Shumi co*ck. The result was a little comparable to someone taking an unexpected nut to the face. There, that figurative someone could reasonably be expected to flinch back in their surprise.
A little comparable. Rinoa didn’t flinch back so much as she flew back several feet, taking an effective cannon-shot of cum. And like a cannon shot ought to, she didn’t experience surprise so much as immediate shock, not understanding what the f*ck had happened and failing to react as her mind struggled to build an understanding. Shaking, with half-raised hands that trembled and curled-tight toes, she stared up at the ceiling and breathed hard.
From her brow to her knees, she was drenched in N0RG’s grayish cum, just absolutely caked in the stuff. What covered Quistis and Selphie amounted to a dollop of whipped cream on their noses, in comparison. Anywhere it could have gotten, it absolutely had. She unconsciously swallowed what was in her mouth. It got in her ears and her eyes and her nose– all of which would have been unpleasant, were she capable of parsing sensation, or if it were human cum.
N0RG was not being cute when he told the girls that there was no coming back from Shumi co*ck. Amongst all life forms, Shumi had a very unique chemical profile to their sem*n. As a species, they were very adaptable, often evolving to forms that matched their heart in maturity. Mumbi, humans, tonberries…
Their ultimate taboo was interspecies relations before that point; their cum was simply too powerful to be shared. N0RG and his attendants were the only living Shumi to have broken that rule.
Where it ought to have stung Rinoa, it simply diluted harmlessly and soaked into her being. The layer in direct contact with her skin did the same, slowly but surely becoming a part of her through her perfect skin’s pores– normally, cum wasn’t ideal for skincare. Shumi cum? Best moisturizer around, by far.
But no hard nut comprises of a solitary rope, and N0RG kept his limit break going. The other two ladies staggered to the side, still receiving their own cum showers courtesy of the excess slits. They laughed breathlessly and played gaily with it, while more and more began to rain down on Rinoa. The gutters around the room catched that which was entirely wasted, draining into Hyne-knew-what.
A few minutes later, attendants summoned by N0RG entered and hosed Rinoa down thoroughly, the run-off similarly caught and either caught or disposed of. They toweled her off while she was still staring, still twitching, still not understanding–
“You did great,” Selphie said as she bent over to peer down at Rinoa, grinning a cum-sopped grin. The little fiend had declined to do more than a modest tidy-up, wanting to revel in the extreme facial they had all received.
“But it’s not over yet. We’re all depending on you, Rinoa,” Quistis said, smiling encouragingly down from her other side.
Though Rinoa blinked her eyes, she did not speak. She didn’t really look either, but her eyes noticed the four titt*es in her periphery, and those tit* made her think: My friends are really sexy, aren’t they? I think I like boobs. A lot.
They both helped her up, shifting her arms over their shoulders and helping her stumble across the room towards the weird, yellow wall of flesh over yonder. They’re great friends. Really great, sexy friends with honestly amazing boobs, Rinoa thought sluggishly to herself as they pushed her up along that wall, legs straddling along it. The apex of her thighs came to settle down against a textured bump… a nodule, if she were to realize the wall was, in fact, just a big dick.
She breathed in sharp as her c*nt came to rest against it, swaying, unable to settle her upper weight. But her sexy, amazingly-breasted friends were great, because they got up on that wall with her and supported her wobbly body between theirs, Selphie sandwiching her back and Quistis getting her front.
“IS SHE STEADY?” N0RG asked, like the voice of some heavenly power. At the prompting, both brunette and blonde wrapped their arms around Rinoa, furthering the squeeze, meshing themselves against the curves of her frame. Selphie tossed her black, caramel-streaked locks of wet hair to one side, kissing against her nape while one hand claimed a titty; the other went back to give Rinoa’s cl*t the hello it neglected previously. Quistis slipped a hand into Rinoa’s hair on the side of her head, the other sinking affectionately into the welcoming squish of her untended tit.
That’s nice.
“You bet, you beautiful dickosaurus,” Selphie giggled, before fully burying herself into that kiss-suckle-bite, on a clear trajectory to give Rinoa her first hickey before the end of their session. At the same time, Quistis pulled the shocked young woman into a lustful, energetic kiss, making their prior lip-lock seem rather lazy in comparison. That had been the professor in her kissing, but N0RG had managed to coax out the slu*t Quistis longed to be.
… r-really nice, Rinoa thought dimly, not feeling it yet so much as being aware that she ought to feel something nice.
“Bujurururu!” N0RG laughed from on high, and then began round two: far quicker than the first and all the more electric. Behind the co*ck-riding cowgirls, the Great Mighty N0RG grasped his stupidly large co*ck and lofted it into the air, closing all ten of his people-sized fingers around its tunnel-esque girth. Selphie’s hickey-making broke for a shriek of excitement as they went high, and all three– even Rinoa! –clutched their thighs tight around N0RG’s shaft. Their bodies began to rock and sway back and forth as he pumped his shaft, and with each separate choke of his exceptionally obese giraffe neck, the nodule each one was sitting on wriggled and pushed with whatever it was beneath the surface.
In essence, his co*ck was the one taking them for a ride, and that ride may as well have been the bastard child of a rocky rollercoaster paired off with a mechanical bull. Selphie was the first one to lose control of herself to the press of the nodule beneath her gash, gasping and screeching N0RG’s name as she gushed upon him and slid down his shaft. Her trembling body came to sprawl ‘pon one of his boulder-like balls, and there she lay, shuddering and rubbing her face reverently into its wrinkles.
All the monster-f*cking in the world wouldn’t have prepared her for Shumi co*ck, and certainly not for its cum. Her already sensitive body was left even easier to please after her prolonged contact with his cum. Quistis followed some twenty seconds later, abruptly releasing Rinoa as full-body throes overtook her limbs. It happened right when N0RG’s co*ck was at the zenith of an upward flick, and could have ended terribly if the Great Mighty N0RG did not possess a surprising amount of dexterity and foresight. He caught Quistis gently and laid her to enjoy the org*sm-causing aftershocks of her first org*sm upon his other ball, opposite of Selphie.
That left just Rinoa, who had not lasted on N0RG’s co*ck for her great sexual endurance. She only shook her shock with what should have been her org*sm, and unlike Quistis? The first of her org*sms that night was the first one she had, period. “Oh… oh, oh my, ohmyuhhhhuhh wow wow woow wooow–” Rinoa squealed out, falling titty-first forward and clinging desperately as her moment began in earnest. Her hips pushed with erratic enthusiasm against the stirring nodule beneath her puss, which flashed hotter and hotter, kegels performing squeezes she herself could have never concieved on her own.
“CONGRATULATIONS, RINOA HEARTILLY!” the Great Mighty N0RG cried out, and with a final jack of his hand, his gray-white fireworks began, splattering the entire room with obscene amounts of his seed; only he and Rinoa went unblessed with its shower. Neither his lust nor his co*ck lowered despite peaking. “YOU’VE WON A PRIZE! THOUGH, AS THE NEW GIRL, I PLANNED TO DO THIS TO YOU ANYWAY! Bujurururu!”
Shuddering and gushing, humping and chasing moremoremore of what she was feeling, Rinoa tried to hold on tight. She tried to dig in her hands, tried to lock her thighs, but she was just a relatively average-sized woman. A beautiful one, but not all that powerful: she certainly didn’t have the bodily strength to fight N0RG once he pinched her waist and started dragging her off. She kicked her legs and wriggled with frustration, glaring with watery eyes at the perverted old Shumi as he lifted her to be more-or-less face-to-face with him.
“I… I was enjoying that!” she told him angrily, taking a paltry swing at his nose and missing it by a mile.
That prior disgust, that revulsion, all of her reluctance? Gone. Melted. Turned to mere fuel for the fire of her lust. She missed what he stole from her, and she missed what was going on in the lead-up too. Rinoa had once fancied herself straight as an arrow, but now understood a better comparison was a cute, probably pink twisty-twirly straw.
“YOU ENJOYED CUMMING ON MY co*ck! Bujurururu!” N0RG guffawed, pleased. “THEN YOU’LL ENJOY THIS MORE!” he promised her, lifting his other hand and twinkling his people-sized fingers. Then he reached to the side and dipped them in discreet slots in the floor. When they arose, the thick banana-yellow digits were each coated gray-white with his clinging spunk.
They wiggled on their way forward, and Rinoa, bless her heart, realized what he had in mind quickly: “Wait,” she gasped out, her eyes wide, her hands gripping at the fingers pinching her. Held just by her waist, her legs were dangling whenever they weren’t willfully bent or kicking; she clenched her thighs together, squirming them against one another. “Wait, wait, I haven’t– sir! Master!” she squawked desperately as the fingers neared. “It’s my first time!”
He paused, those dripping fingers feet away. “SO WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO TRY AND BACK OUT NOW? Bujurururu!”
“I– I just pictured my first time w-with, um, a little romance,” Rinoa told the Great Mighty N0RG a little more softly, worrying at her bottom lip. It was ridiculous for her to mention and she knew it: he was taking advantage of them, and she had already dealt with a couple dozen liters of his Shumi cum.
N0RG harrumphed, his jowls jiggling. “WHAT, LIKE WITH KISSING?” he inquired, and when Rinoa awkwardly wiggled her shoulders in a facsimile of a shrug, he hefted a shoulder of his own. “OKAY,” he responded, as if he’d been reasonable from the outset.
But Rinoa hadn’t thought more than that single step ahead, all good sense within her gone. She lifted her chin and puckered her lips in preparation for a real and romantic kiss, which would be totally different from the lusty ones she enjoyed with Quistis. N0RG lifted her up and even closer to his face.
Instead of a kiss, she got tongue. A lot of tongue. He wriggled it sideways, using its thinnest part to drag up along Rinoa’s thighs, massaging along her c*nt and pelvis with his sloppy tongue. “Oh!” she gasped, shuddering, but not in distress. The heat and wetness of it was blissful, and– though she didn’t know it at the time –his saliva was basically just cum. Actually, every liquid in his body was cum. Typical Shumi stuff.
Her body’s bliss picked right up where it left off, with her legs squeezing down on his tongue, hips jerking to rub herself against him. She didn’t flinch away when he drew it over her breasts, her face– anything but! In fact, she kissed back.
N0RG didn’t really notice it at all, sweet as it was. Quickly bored, he pulled a shuddering Rinoa away from his face and licked his chops. “ALRIGHT, ENOUGH OF THAT! Bujurururu!” One of his fingers finally closed the difference, pushing its tip right up between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. Though people-scaled, that was all in their length. Each one was thankfully no wider than her head… not that Rinoa would have shied away from something bigger, having fallen so far from purity. “SAY MY NAME!”
“N0RG!” Rinoa cried out lustfully, alternating futile downward-pushes of her hips against him with trying to relax, hoping to ease his passage into her body. “You’re so big, sir! Master!”
“TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW! Bujurururu!” N0RG laughed, pleased with his perversion. His co*ck seemed to jerk itself, lifting and writhing with twitches of his muscles. As surely as the sun would rise the next day, Rinoa began to spread around him, her child-rearing hips practically made for dealing with such things in her c*nt. The Shumi cum in her system helped stave off discomfort and aided her in the daunting stretch required; the cum on his finger doubled her dose, absorbed far more quickly through her puss*’s shivering pink walls.
“I LOVE YOU!” Rinoa shouted out, a squealing moan of a shout. Reactionary as it was, she fully meant it: not even rebelling against her father had fulfilled her so, with an extra emphasis on the ‘fill’. “OH, OH HYNE, I LOOOOOOOOOVE YOU AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS,” she cried, hands grabbing and squeezing and clawing at just about anything she could reach, whether it was the skin of his pinching fingers or her own breasts. “I– I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU!”
Her loudest squeal coincided with the paltry tear of her intact hymen, which happened well ahead of N0RG’s fat fingertip reaching the barrier of her maidenhood courtesy. The stretching was just that much, and it was amazing, truly amazing. Rinoa’s toes curled and her legs gave shaking kicks as N0RG went deeper and deeper; his finger actually squeezed itself thin to explore the real depths of her puss* liberally painting her twat with Shumi cum.
“YOU CAN’T! BUT I’LL f*ck YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT, slu*t! COME BY WHENEVER YOU WANT! Bujurururu!” N0RG laughed, before pausing (not with his finger, though). It took a moment for his jowls to slow. “WAIT. MAYBE YOU CAN STAY. YOU’RE PRETTY f*ckABLE. WE’LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER,” which was really just as well. With those words, he began pushing a second finger against the tinier hole adjacent to Rinoa’s puss*, and there just wasn’t going to be any talking after that.
She was unprepared, unexpecting, and had always found anal sex as a concept to be gross. For N0RG, though, Rinoa was willing to do anything. She had to have the pleasure he offered her in his crude, callous use of her body. He was perfection in masculine form, and she was so lucky to have his fingers jabbing deep into her ass and puss*. So, so lucky. She didn’t want to live a normal life or fight anyone, she just wanted this to be every minute of every day, stretched to the breaking point by the Great Mighty N0RG.
Cum once again splattered the surfaces of the pleasure chamber as N0RG nutted once more; hands free, but aided by the love and rub and all the wet kisses given unto his nuts by Selphie and Quistis. Neither woman was half as broken as Rinoa was, but even just half meant N0RG was the new center of their universe, that which all else revolved around. Their screams and grunts and moans were almost as loud as N0RG’s own.
“... … … This is going to take a while, isn’t it?” Squall asked, finally pushing off the wall and glancing at his headmaster.
“Yes. Do you want me to email you the complete recording when they’re finished?”
“... … … … … … … You’re recording this?”
“I’m separated from my wife,” Cid replied plainly, as if there was nothing else to reveal or understand; he conveniently left out the part where no one had ever been in any danger, and that the plan was entirely born out of his desire for new, exciting, downright bizarre p*rnography. He smiled softly as a thick splotch of cum splattered against the display window.
“I’m good. Just let me know when they’re ready to leave,” Squall said blandly, turning and walking out of the room.
“That’s going to be–” The door hissed shut behind Squall, and Cid finished, “–quite a while, I think,”
Indeed it was, but when the party was ready to move on from the fiasco at Balamb Garden to resume their anti-sorceresses activities, three of them had been made honest women after Rinoa’s announcement of her pregnancy balled into a bigamous shotgun wedding, lest either of her friends felt left out.
They all lived happily ever after, saving the world and then having a lot of lurid, obscene sex with the Great Mighty N0RG.
