Final Depravity | By : TJChaos Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy II - V Views: 2283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Final Depravity
Edge slouched on his royal throne, gazing out at his Empire. Below him his courtiers laughed and played, basking in his glory. Edge had remade his Kingdom, and he had done it in his own image.
"Lower the Queen!" he cried to the great and wide hall. His followers yelped and jeered as the pulley system was activated and His Majesty's Entertainment descended. She looked down on the multitude as they lounged in the Great Hall, gorging themselves on meat and wine and women. Her vision was impaired by her hair, now hanging long and unkempt over her face. She had kept it neat and tidy back when she was human, but she had no use for that now that she was a pig, nothing more than a quivering mound of gorgeous flesh. Rydia was lowered on all fours, naked but for the green cape on her back, stained and frayed. It did nothing to cover her nudity, only draped over her sides as the assembled courtiers looked up at her her glistening body, her breasts swinging as she descended. The men and women below held out their tongues underneath her, catching the trails of wine that dribbled off her body in torrents; they were forever slathering her with food or alcohol and licking her clean in groups, gorging off her luxuriant flesh as she quivered and moaned underneath them. The rope stopped and she hung in the air at the height of the raised dais at the far end of the room, swinging naked and helpless with her back to the King. She was like this for a full twenty seconds watching her audience - her citizens - leer and wank and scream at her as she swung back and forth on the end of the rope that connected her to her decorative position on the ceiling. Eventually the roar of activity died down to be replaced by a breathless silence charged with anticipation. Everyone gaped, eyes smiling, as they waited. The King strode forward and, slapping his hands roughly on her naked ass and grabbing hold, pulled her back and slipped her onto his cock. Rydia squealed. With each successive thrust he brought her to new heights of brainless ecstasy, and he pumped into her with gasping lunges, giving it everything he had. Edge roared in passion; the room exploded with activity - catcalls, jeers, the screams of serving girls who were forced to share their Queen's ravishing. Rydia drooled. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth split into an idiotic grin. She was in Heaven - every bit a sex toy and absolutely in love. She no longer had any dreams and aspirations; she could no longer imagine any other kind of life. All she lived for was this intense, thrusting ecstasy, the madness of orgasm. She screamed her satisfaction to the world and her world rewarded her with pleasure. Edge came inside her and she shrieked. It was joyful. Edge had blessed her with his seed and she was grateful. Her tongue hung out her mouth and her face contracted into the most ridiculous of expressions. Several of the onlookers emulated the expression, jeering back at her, but Rydia didn't have the wit to notice. He slapped her ass and she swung forward, over the assembled pleasure-seekers. They saluted and spat and moo-ed at her. She swung around and around, dizzy and dripping, a slave to pleasure and a slave in life. At some point she was lowered onto the dais and placed in her throne next to Edge's. She had been given a dildo and was surprised to find herself digging her pussy out with it. For a second she felt tired, but when her head started to droop an X-Potion was pushed between her lips and she suddenly felt rejuvenated, pumping herself silly with renewed vigour. The X-Potions kept her awake for days on end, ready to fuck again and again. They kept her body in top condition, as fit and sexy as it could ever be, the pinnacle of sultry beauty - so they could do her again and again... forever. And feeling so good all the time made her forget about everything else. She went mad, and became Edge's personal - and shared - sex slave.Bad End - Edge Wins!
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