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Mistresses of the World of Ruin	By : ricobanderas9 Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy VI Views: 8777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cyan and Edgar kneeled before Terra. They wore ninja outfits that covered their faces. Terra gently stroked a fan in a hypnotic fashion, mesmerizing them.
"My loyal bodyguards� tend to me!"
If evil music could have played, this was the moment. Terra had been completely converted into a L. 80 Magic. She wore a long, crimson dress and matching accessories. Her once green-hued hair had been dyed brown and clasped into an elegant ponytail. She smoked lazily from a long holder and carried herself confidently, sexually- just like the other maidens. Her makeup was ravishing. The details were perfect. They spent a lot of time making sure she was theirs.
The atmosphere was silent as she slowly, sensually played with her fan and mesmerized them.
"That's right, my pets� just gaze upon my beauty. Now, come, tend to me! Tend to your evil mistress, former heroes!"
Terra cackled evilly as she brought her holder to her lips and the converted Cyan and Edgar crawled to her and began to massage her legs up and down. She closed her eyes and savored the smoke, letting out a deliberate exhale as she indulged her body in complete delight. This was paradise. Sinful, delicious paradise.

Locke pondered as he trailed the party up the Fanatic's tower. The party members set up a team to rescue Terra, who was presumably stationed somewhere near the top- or so they assumed that L. 80 Magics would be somewhere in the top floors. Their team was slightly compromised, since their best magicians were gone- but they still had Mog, Setzer, Locke, and Relm, who were among their second best magic users. Relm was included so that their master plot- to feign surrender and catch whomever they found off guard- would actually work. She was always a good actress.
Locke continued to ponder. "I'm� I'm sorry," he managed to say.
The others were a bit oblivious to his mental plight, though they paused occasionally to console him as they continued up the tower, using their spells to thwart the magic-using enemies.
"Look, big guy, everything's going to be ok. We have a great plan this time. We won't lose." Relm continued to support the doubting Locke.
"I guess you're right. We'll do it. Okay, we'll do it," Locke said, gradually regaining his wits.
They climbed up another floor, battling L. 50 and L. 60 magics.
"We're almost there," said Setzer, "This could get rowdy, fast."
Locke shuddered. The last time he heard similar words was with Celes at Doma. But then, he met Terra under horrible circumstances. His heart dropped like a rock as he gulped and feared for the worst. But he knew he had to maintain his calm and do his very best for his friends- still, it almost seemed as if his body wouldn't let him fight, that his doubts were rushing through his very core.
They finally reached a door decorated with ornate magicks. A sweet perfume came from below the cracks. They paused to check their equipment. This had to be where Terra was, or at least some of these maidens- they recognized the perfume right away.

"Don't be shy, dears. Come in for your appointment. We're all ready to accommodate your conversion."

Nodding to each other, the party members barged through the door. They saw two L. 80 Magics in a hypnotic, confident pose, and prepared themselves to fight.

"Hehehehe," giggled one of them, "We're not here to fight you. We're just the opening act, darlings."
"Plus, we'll see you soon enough, " assured the other, "We'll have a long, long night to play together� which is wonderful, since this tower is just sooo much fun." She pursed a lips. Relm was thrown off for a second as she suddenly smelled her perfume. It was subtle, elegant, and womanly. No, the perfume was a trap. She knew better than this. Luckily, the new resolve of the party gave them added awareness and resistance. The standard spells would have a tougher time working on them.
"Enjoy the end of your journey," she laughed.
Relm stared dreamily at the L. 80. She was hoping her act would work.
"Snap out of it, Relm!" said Locke, playing along.
"Oh, oops!"
One of the L. 80's chuckled, "I think you'll have a lot of fun� you all seem much more relaxed than your other friends."
Cackling, they disappeared in smoke as the words, "Enjoy yourselves�" echoed. The party looked behind as the smoke cleared to see a large, luxurious bed with crimson sheets surrounded by candles. Sprawled on the bed, dragging seductively and beckoningly from a long holder and fanning herself lazily was a voluptuous maiden� the same type. She had a crimson dress, freshly adorned gloves, and the slit of her dress parted menacingly as her shapely legs gave way to the bed. She playfully dangled her glimmering heel. She was perfectly sculpted to be a mindless slave of the women they sought to fight, in body and manner. But there was an exotic glimmer in her eye that could only hint of a rare Esper heritage.

It was Terra. And now she was loveliness embodied. Her confidence was so majestic that they didn't know whether to be disgusted or bow in respect. Of course for her, hopefully the latter as that would mean her wonderful spell was chiseling hold.

"You can't resist..."

"Terra!" cried Locke. The woman didn't respond. She lazily dragged as the party braced themselves to fight.

"I.. uhhh..." said Relm, pretending to be captivated by her beauty.

"How dahling of you, dear... so weak, so young, such permeable flesh ready for our love... relax, close your eyes, let your senses soothe you..."

"Ummm...." stammered Relm.

"No!!" said Locke, playing along but secretly worried.

"Think of a meadow of flowers, love..." she said, exhaling a plume of smoke towards Relm. She closed her eyes, braced herself, and breathed in deeply. The first fraction of breath was dizzyingly sweet- like a candy taken into the mouth, permeating the tongue. Then the rest of the breath was like the exploding sweet, sour, and myriad of flavors that overwhelm the taste buds after. The smoke had a myriad of flavors too, and unlike normal smoke, they were all wonderful and soothing. Now Relm finally realized what they were fighting. But she had the will to force herself not to become addicted. She closed her eyes, savored it, her young mind doused and dizzy. But she made the conscious resolution not to let herself fall. No matter how much she wanted more, she knew she couldn't willingly ask for it.

"Oooooooh yyeeeeesss..." stammered Relm, trying to sound robotic.

"Kupo! Snap out of it!" shouted Mog. But on the surface it appeared too late. Relm hung there, her head low. She had "fallen" under Terra's spell. The other party members braced themselves to attack Terra, hopefully off guard now, according to plan.

Terra leaned back, flicking her leg into the air, leaning her head back as her hair fell down and she ran her hands smoothly up and down... up... and down her legs. She was just starting her irresistible temptation. "Wouldn't you love to aaaallll experience the meadow?"

"Yesss..." droned Relm, faking it, as she brought her hand to her lips, and while giving them a delicious leg show, blew them a smoky kiss. They counted as if held in stasis as the smoke slowly curled towards the whole party, her hypnotic spell this time taking its time.

"Yes, in a wonderful meadow. With me, with your mistress. Your mistress. Watch the glimmer of my soft legs. Watch the glimmer... that's right." she blew another kiss. Relm wasn't sure why the party was letting her have so many turns of combat... they technically could have attacked, or did something. But it seemed everybody was just waiting her out and letting her finish this. Oh well, at least it was part of the plan. Kind of.

One more kiss later, she was still singing to them hypnotically, "I just love the sparkles... in my stockings. Sparkly... stockings... stockings, sparkly, and as I show you my seeexxxxyy.... shimmmmmering... stockings, your eyes will spaaaarkle... with my shimmering stockings." The former Terra was sure to move her leg verrry sllloooowly to a droning rhythm. Relm felt like she was getting a comfy brain massage. But she constantly tried to shake it off. She knew what it was, and perhaps because she was still young she was able to fight it.

Another kiss. Her lips sure were beautiful. Something about stockings... that word, over and over again. And the glimmering movement, so repetitive. Up, and down, hand smoothed up and down, continuous, relaxing, and somewhat allurring. Lots of soothing slow shimmering sparkly... another kiss. Wow those lips were kissable. Terra smiled. This was her first seduction, and she was growing more and more confident as it seemed to be working.

"I haven't tried to hurt you... but you've been on such a looong journey, so why don't you relax? I'm filling you with good feelings... there will be more good feelings if you just relaaaxx..." the sensations she was giving them were meant to lend credibility to everything she said and build trust... so much trust of the seductress.

It seemed as if they were victims of yet another seduction. Were the party members merely faking it? If they weren't, then by now the outcome is obvious. Her lips would meet them... romantically, lovingly, one by one. And they would become hers. And this time, there would be little help for the remaining party members to do anything besides admit defeat and give in to these temptresses. Admittedly there is something forbiddingly allurring about such an ending. But that makes one ask- what is so sexy about heroes falling?
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