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Stains Of An Ashen Heart	By : salarta Category: Final Fantasy X > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, its characters or any ideas or concepts contained herein. This story is a mere fan-made work, and I make no money or profit from its creation and dissemination.

Chapter List
- 1-Bells of Bevelle
- 2-Honey Trap Honeymoon
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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! AFF rules prevent me from answering reviews unless I go to the forums, or I answer them in a new chapter. I'm pretty set on keeping Lulu in lesbian country, at least for this fic, but I do understand the appeal of a futa Seymour. :) That feedback is not wasted though, I like to hear it and it does give me some ideas in other ways! Outside review responses, I feel like I botched this fic even though I put a lot of effort into it. Hopefully that's not the case, and if it is, that future chapters make up for it. I'm not certain yet if I'll have more chapters; I know I WANT to write more right now, and I have plans, but a lot of it depends on if other fics I'm writing make me lose interest here or if I feel like attempts to write another chapter would suck and hurt what came before. Anyway, here's the new chapter!

Their tongues danced, a duet leashed only by the limits of their black and purple lipstick lesbian mouths. Hot breath heaved from their lungs, fanning over their rosy red flushed faces. Raw passion steamed as mist on the night's cold air between their lusty bodies, drenched in a clammy sweat born from an inferno of love once found only in ancient tales of the great Lady Yunalesca and her Lord Zaon. A slip and flicker of smooth pink from her husband teased a soft whimper from the black mage, the Maestress passing her ashen taste to her blushing bride. As they parted, Lulu smacked her spittle-coated lips and moaned her feelings with a low, breathy voice.

"Oooh, I hate you."

Seymour Guado pressed forehead to forehead and nose to nose, giving a brilliant blissed-out smile as she answered. "That's why I love you."

They lay in bed together, sprawled across a cozy mattress with the sheets and blanket bunched at their feet. Violet curtains hung from the tree branch beams and posts of the bed's canopy, draping about its frame at every corner. Head resting upon fluffy blue pillows, the nude couple held each other as their wandering hands traced over every soft, supple curve amid a warm candlelight glow. Seymour's bedroom, like the woman herself, hid the Maestress' twisted kinks in a scene of pure romance plucked from a Spiran fairy tale.

Behind a facade of erotic moans and sensuous, desperate pawing at Seymour's nubile form, Lulu stewed in a void of bottomless hate. The urge to gag suppressed itself within her throat every time she put lip to lip and tongue to tongue, forced to swallow her husband's bitter saliva with all the class of a drug addict. When Seymour brushed her raven dark hair aside and caressed her cheek, Lulu poured her disdain for the madwoman through her blood red eyes, one of the few motes of self-expression left within her own body.

"Release me," Lulu demanded, yet the impotent sorceress' authority wilted like a field of flowers in winter. Every snarl of rage she bore against her husband came out as a horny growl, the kind that set the ears of men burning with desire for her. Desire that would go unsated, as the grinning Maestress dragged her away from the promise of a dick between her legs and a child in her womb to the fragrant sweat-soaked bedsheets of their chambers.

"There's no need to rush your first orgasm, my dear," Seymour purred, taunting the mage. "The night is young."

"This is disgusting," Lulu said. "Kissing you tastes like death in my mouth."

"Your words say no, but your body says yes."

Goosebumps rose on a trail blazed by Seymour's touch, descending as a sickly lick to her wife's pale skin. Her finger swirled around one of Lulu's wide saffron nipples, wrapped as they were by the crest marking her as property of the Guado. The black mage was but a plaything, a concubine bent to the Maestress' will as Seymour savored her tiny little whimpers and the shifting of her twin quivering wonders of the flesh.

"What a marvelous vessel for new life. I knew when I first set my eyes upon you in Luca that such beauty should not go unpunished."

"Punishment? Is that your goal, to make me suffer for your jealous vanity?" Lulu asked.

A toxic laugh spilled forth from the Maestress, puffing in her bride's face like so much smoke.

"Jealousy? Oh no, nothing so prosaic. You are a beautiful woman. Every inch of you screams of fertility, the kind of woman born to breed and birth many children. How could I not fall in love with you and take you as mine when there is so much sweet, beautiful suffering to be had in making you give up your right to motherhood for the taste and feel of another woman?"

Lulu shuddered, sneaking out a frown when Seymour's tongue licked up her cheek and rubbed over her dark mole. The smell of their tryst built and rose from their bodies, twined as they were like two lovers caught in the throes of passion. Beads of sweat ran down her breasts, only to be caught by her husband's hand like a salve before Seymour fondled her generous endowments. She moaned at a twinge of pleasure in her chest.

"You will never break me."

"I would never dream of it. This is your story, Lulu Guado. A tale of beautiful suffering and despair, my greatest work of art. And as its author, I think it's time for me to write its next act."

A rush of blue lightning sparkled along Lulu's stacked, full bust, forcing the pair to jiggle with life. Her veins popped as dark magics pulsed up her throat. She gulped, parched, rising from the bed to lie across her husband and press her bust in Seymour's face.

"Ugh..." Lulu griped as lips whirred against her skin. It was but a pit stop in her descent, offering Seymour a chance to motorboat her bosom before the main event. Her nerves still prickled from her husband's touch as she slunk lower and lower, glaring and smirking in equal parts until she reached her husband's glistening, blue-veined pussy. It soaked in arousal between thin thighs, thighs which Lulu gripped as she dove upon Seymour's trimmed snatch and buried herself deep within.

"Mmm... even your tongue feels divine." Seymour's hands slipped behind her head, unveiling wild thatches of blue along her armpits, hidden from the public like so much of the Maestress' dark side. Her own slight, smaller bust pulled higher and firmer, capped by twin icy peaks. Her salacious grin brimmed wider, more to the sound of her wife slopping at her loins than the raw pleasures of sated arousal.

Lulu licked along the moist, twitching cavern. Its scent wafted stronger each time her nose brushed against Seymour's pubes. Her lipstick, darkly purple and fiercely feminine, smeared as it mixed with her husband's slick juices, a saccharine perfume further staining her proud breasts as Seymour's to own the longer it washed down her chest. Her mind revolted at the act, conjuring the taste of Chappu's sturdy, virile manhood to cope, yet her tongue drank every drop of Seymour's wetness as if it held the very ambrosia of Yevon. Her efforts to break free of this moment, to remember happier times with her deceased lover, came to an end when Seymour jerked her from them with a taunt.

"Ahhhhh... is this not the most perfect, romantic honeymoon you could imagine? Here you are, my blushing bride, buried between my legs to eagerly satisfy me like any good wife would do for her husband on their first night together." Seymour freed one hand, rubbing it through Lulu's wavy locks. "And to think, you could have performed this act on any man you desired, if you had not sworn yourself to a lifetime of lesbianism. Why, you could have even given birth to children for your dead husband's brother, Wakka."

Lulu, the woman within the body, froze in shock even as her ripe shell continued to slurp at her husband's fragrant mound. Chappu... Lady Ginnem... her parents... thoughts and images of the many people in her life that no longer lived raced in her mind all while she ate out her mate's quim.

"Mmm..." Seymour sniffed. "Did you think I would not catch the whiff of the Farplane on you when we met? My senses are very keen, and it took very little to learn of your past exploits as a Guardian. You are Lady Death herself. Your love... no, your very existence is a curse on the living. How fitting that an unsent should... ohhh, can you feel that, Lulu Guado? I believe my body is cumming."

Between skinny, buckling legs and quaking thighs, Lulu felt the onset of Seymour's first orgasm flood her mouth. Her thirst drowned away in an endless sea of what it took as delicious nectar. She ravenously swallowed, yet queasiness set in as unsent slickness filled in the pit of her stomach. Once the Maestress' hips settled against the mattress, and Lulu took the last of Seymour's sickeningly sugary drops, Lulu crawled up to her husband's side. And though she so deeply wished to slip from the bed, to run from the room and cleanse her palate with the most potent Potions she could find, she planted another hot, steamy kiss to her husband's lips. Disgust shook up her spine as she pulled away to see her husband saucily tasting traces of her own cum.

"I never knew I could taste so good coming from your lips," Seymour said with a naughty smirk. "You must be so very pleased that I chose you as my trophy wife."

"Shut up," Lulu icily sneered past an awkwardly warm, crooked smile.

"Is that any way to speak to your husband? If we are to have a happy marriage, we must-"

The patter of small bare footsteps sounded from the doorway, silencing the Maestress' cruel mockeries. Whether by Seymour's will or her own dread, Lulu laid back, propped her head against pillows and looked down past the foot of the bed to see their little girl... Yuna Guado.

The brunette former summoner innocently cast her gaze toward the floor. In the perverse house of Seymour, she entered their chambers nude, clutching Lulu's stuffed hummingway doll just below her hibiscus flower necklace. She played the part of the shy, unsure child concocted from the Maestress' dreams to perfection, trembling and twisting her foot at the tips of her toes. A tiny, nearly invisible shimmer of the real Yuna, trapped in the deep confines of Seymour's magic, peeked from the facade through her tearful blue and green eyes.

"Mommy... daddy... I'm scared..."

"Oh... my..." Lulu barely spoke.

"Aww, Yunie. Can't you see your mommy and I are busy fucking?" The Maestress' delight took no measures to conceal itself, giddied by the wounded flinch taken by their freshly adopted, fully matured daughter to dirty words. Yuna's sweetly innocent act only revved Seymour's passions to new heights, exposed as they all were to the open air.

Yuna wedged her doll deeper into her slim, naked cleavage, all but her pink aureoles hidden by her toy doll's long, droopy ears. "I'm sorry daddy... but my room is so big and weird. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

The Maestress' dark smile grew. Here Yuna was, the famous daughter of a high summoner, reduced to the act of a terrified little girl begging for comfort from the mundane fears of an unfamiliar room. "Oh, I can't say no to my little Yunie. Our precious princess always comes first. We can hold off sex for another night. Right, Lulu?"

"You bastard." Lulu's answer came thick with rage and hatred, the two key feelings she never failed to conjure for her husband... yet this time they came with a very special punishment. She looked on as Yuna, twisted by the evils of the Guado, let a lone tear roll down her cheek. Faced with the specter of seeing the brunette reduced to girlish sobs, Lulu consigned herself to this fresh layer of hell with a heavy sigh. "Yes, Yuna, you can sleep with us."

The former summoner, once a reserved though strong-hearted young lady, sprinted forward with all the zealotry of a hopeful child and leapt into bed. No sooner had Yuna settled in between her parents and nuzzled up beside her adoptive mother, than her mouth found its way down the hefty expanse of Lulu's bosom and took in one of the black mage's plump teats. Her wet, glimmering eyes gazed back at Lulu's fiery devil red orbs, smiling as she suckled in peace.

"Isn't she the cutest little thing?" the Maestress remarked.

"She isn't a child. She's a grown woman," Lulu reminded. "She was on the path of a summoner before you mutilated her mind."

It did nothing to quell her husband's schemes. "She may have the body of an adult, but she always had the heart and brain of a naive little girl. It would have been a sin against Yevon to let a simple-minded child continue with the Pilgrimage, much less to let her carry on without a proper mother and father to raise her."

Seymour's fingers ran through the former summoner's long brown hair, petting her new daughter before skipping off the track of a freshly grown red-wrapped ponytail to grope one of Yuna's thick, firm buttocks. Like her new parents' chests, Yuna's lower cheeks were tainted by the Guado symbol, while a very special Zanarkand Abes tattoo displayed on her lower back. Stroking a nail around the rim of Yuna's rosebud, Seymour gently cooed to her.

"Enjoy every second of your mother's breast, Yuna Guado. Soon, all of Spira will get to see what kind of girl you are." The promise sealed, Seymour looked about the room. Candles glowed. The heat of love and lust flowed from their bed. All but a few more pieces of this picture perfect moment of bliss were missing. She called, "Speaking of simple minds, where is our birdbrain pet?"

A fizzle of shock erupted outside their door, followed by a loud yelp.

"AH! Not again! AHH!" Another burst sizzled, warning the upbeat Al Bhed against her bad behavior.

"Remember your training," Seymour chastised.

A moment of silence later, a subdued cry came from the hall.

"... Kweh."

"Good girl. Now, come to bed."

From the darkness outside their room, a small, slinky Al Bhed woman crawled inside on all fours. Her braids dragged along the floor, feathered earrings dangling from her ears and a fat chocobo nametag jingling from her yellow leather collar. Once she reached her masters, she rose to her feet... only to receive another shock, electricity blitzing around her neck.

"OW! E's hud y lrulupu..."

"You are what I tell you to be. Stop pretending to be human and get in bed the proper way," Seymour commanded.

Stewing in her shame, Rikku returned to her hands and knees, then hopped with her haunches onto the foot of the bed. She tried to ignore the pitying glance given by Lulu, and the vile glee housed in Seymour's smirk, as she curled herself into a ball at the 'happy' couple's feet.

"I trust you behaved yourself when my servants groomed you?" asked the Maestress.

"... Wark," Rikku muttered.

"Good girl."

Seymour admired the lithe frame of their Al Bhed housepet. She lacked the Guado tattoos. She didn't need them. The symbol of the Guado house belonged to family, members related by blood or higher bonds, not some blonde heathen mutt. While Rikku stared toward the door and warmed her feet, Seymour pondered and found the last missing piece to make her perfect evening.

"Lulu. Yuna," she said with a smirk. "I have a lovely gift to share with you this evening. A gift from the Farplane."

With a wave of her hand, pyreflies gathered at their bedside. The floating, sparkly lights massed in a row, taking familiar shapes... human shapes...

Lulu gawked as the faces of her deceased loved ones assembled themselves, peering down at the sordid scene with harsh judgments sculpted for them by the vile Maestress' pyrefly weavings. Chappu. High Summoner Braska. Lady Ginnem. Each of them seemed to scowl as they witnessed their children, allies and past lovers curled up together among candles in the chilly night.

"You would even pervert the dead!" Lulu glowered at her husband.

"Yes, I can control the Farplane," Seymour revealed. "Little Yunie's father gets to watch us raise his daughter, and your dearly departed Chappu gets to see you share yourself with another woman. I have not yet learned to give them full physical form, but when I do..."

A new woman appeared, composed of the spiritual bright spots of their world. A raven-haired beauty, she dressed in a long white skirt and ashen bodice, humbly bowing her head in supplication to her blue-haired master. A gold necklace and sash about her waist glimmered as if she stood in the sun, and as clear colors filled in lingering details, Lulu at last placed her image.

"Your mother?!" Lulu said.

"Yes, and like all mothers I think she would very much like to get to... know... the love of my life. Until then, I think our deceased loved ones will enjoy bearing witness to the labors of our love. Would you not agree?"

Lulu's puppet stringed arm stroked a suckling Yuna's head in silence, her bosom heaving as she lay at the mercy of Chappu's uncanny pyrefly eyes. And as the Maestress leaned in, sniffing her hair and molesting their daughter's rear, her skin crawled to the woman's breath.

"Even in death, you will never escape my love."
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