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A Desperate Agreement	By : Anubisath Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XII Views: 2869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 12 nor any of the characters present in this story. I am not making revenue off of this story. This is a work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Whatever it Takes
- 2-Mistakes Were Made
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Fran watched Vaan with a rising sense of unease. She had barely paid any attention to the boy throughout their travels. He was a hume, and an unimpressive one at that. His small stature and soft features never aroused anything in her other than indifference.

But now, it was like she was watching an entirely different Vaan. He stood up unsteadily, like a drunkard. His eyes were fixated on the nude, semen-covered viera on the ground next to him. Fran could feel a power emanating from him, a horribly familiar force that she'd only felt before in ancient ruins, or when faced by beings of immense power: the raw, unmistakable presence of Mist.

"Jote, what was in that drink?" Fran asked urgently, dreading the answer.

"The usual plants," Jote said, seemingly unaware of the impending danger. "Although..."

"...what?"

"I did try out a new ingredient. I infused it with some freshly ground elemental dust, to try and give it more of a kick."

"You did what?!" Fran gasped. Elementals were beings made entirely of raw Mist. For a human to consume a lust potion powered by its energies...

"Jote, get out of there. Now!"

Jote chuckled as she swiped up another stray strand of cum from her chest.

"Worrying as always, sister. Learn to relax a bit. To li-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Vaan grabbed her arm.

"Hey!" Jote exclaimed, caught off guard. "What do you think you're doing?"

She tried to break free, but Vaan seemed to have her arm locked in a vice-grip. Jote struggled and squirmed like a fish out of water, but she couldn't get him to let go.

"You...lowly...filthy...let GO!"

Vaan didn't respond. Fran doubted he even heard the naked woman struggling at his side. Instead, he began marching towards the massive bed in the center of the room, dragging the screaming Jote behind him.

"Fran!" Jote looked at her sister in desperation. "Help me!"

Fran took a step forward, but then recoiled as if struck by an invisible force. She fell to her knees. Her body was burning up. As she realized what was going on, her entire body was wracked by another jolt, and she screamed out in pleasure.

Vaan was so saturated with Mist that he was radiating an aura of lust. Fran had always been more sensitive to Mist than the rest of her people. As a child, she had been considered a prodigy by her people; some even whispered that she would likely become the village elder at some point. Of course, that was all before her little adventure outside the Wood. With Fran gone, the position had eventually gone to her sister. While this power was usually beneficial, now it was working against her.

She could feel her nipples harden, and she was overwhelmed by the desire to grab them in her fingertips and vigorously rub them. Her pussy seemed to be on fire. She pushed one finger inside of her soaking wet slit, hoping it would ease the sensation, but it wasn't enough. One finger became two, then three, and before Fran knew it, she was jamming her fist in her cunt. She never knew it could spread that wide, but she didn't care; all that mattered was this moment, the lust, the desire, the pleasure...she fell to the ground and moaned loudly as she continued squeezing her left nipple with one hand while all but fisting her cunt with the other.

Jote watched Fran with open mouth. Her uptight and solemn sister was naked on the floor, ravaging herself without a care in the world. She wanted to go over to her to help her...or at the very least to join in on the fun. But she had her own things to worry about.

Vaan threw her on the bed. Before Jote had time to gather herself from the rough landing, he was already on her. This close up, Jote could see how much he'd changed: his muscles stood out on his skin, taut and bursting with power. Saliva dripped from his mouth, as if her were a wild beast eyeing a freshly cooked piece of meat. His eyes looked without seeing.

Without warning, his mouth closed around her left tit, and he started hungrily licking and sucking her dark nipple.

"Y-you...aaah!"

Jote's complains turned into a groan of pleasure. Vaan's right hand began mauling her other breast, squeezing and pinching the supple flesh while his tongue continued its assault on her rock-hard nipple. The longer he went on, the more intense his assaults became, and soon she wasn't sure if he was licking her or biting her.

"Th-that hurts!" Jote complained, her hands trying to remove his head from her aching breasts.

But Vaan was like a man possessed, and the more she struggled, the harsher he began treating her. When he finally had his fill of her breasts, he raised his head, spit dripping from his half-open mouth. There were clear bite marks on her left boob, Jote saw. Her nipples hurt, though she couldn't tell if it was due to Vaan's brutal handling of them or her aroused state.

Jote glanced over at Fran. Her sister was laying on her back, her legs spread. Her eyes were blank and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as she jammed her fist inside her cunt over and over. Her other hand was squeezing her right breast so hard that Jote knew it had to hurt, but Fran didn't seem to care.

Not giving Jote any time to recover, Vaan roughly grabbed her by the waist and flung her on her stomach. He pulled up her hips making her ass point upward. Jote arched her head backwards. Vaan was standing on his knees, his cock pointed straight at her ass. Where before it had been a sizable but manageable thing, now it had morphed into a bulging monstrosity. The veins clearly stood out across its shaft. It was a monster, and it had its prey in sight: Jote's tight asshole.

"N-no!" Jote shouted, suddenly scared. Her haughty attitude had completely vanished in the face of what was about to happen. She felt like a child again, unable to control her own fate.

Ignoring her, Vaan gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her towards him. Try as she might, Jote couldn't fight his strength, and she watched her ass move closer and closer towards the monstrous appendage that was Vaan's dick.

"Please," Jote pleaded, "it won't fit! You ca- AAAARGH!!!"

She could feel her asshole stretch as Vaan pushed his dick inside of her. There was some brief resistance at first, but eventually Vaan was completely inside of her. He started pumping in and out of her ass, slowly gaining speed.

"Please...," Jote begged, her body shaking with the force of Vaan's thrusts, "pull it out. Pull it ou- oh, fuck the woods!"

The pain was soon joined by an equally powerful pleasure. Vaan was ramming into her asshole, the sounds of his groin slamming into her flesh echoing through the room. Jote's moans grew louder and louder as Vaan's assault on her hole went on with increasing vigor. She could feel wet drops on her back, and when she turned her head she saw that Vaan was drooling on her, the spittle flying around due to the force of his movements. His mind seemed wholly gone. All that mattered was ravaging the sweet viera ass that was presented to him.

Jote felt her mind similarly go weak. Her protests had all but disappeared. Her breaths came out in tandem with the poundings in her asshole. Her moans started coming out slurred as her mind wasn't sure if she liked or hated what she was feeling. She could hear Fran in the background, her usually calm voice replaced by a sensual groaning. All the while Vaan continued to slam into her, each jab bringing with it new levels of both pain and pleasure. She was his prey, she realized, his toy; if he wanted he could snap her neck with little effort, but his only goal seemed to be fucking her raw. Yes, she had planned to seduce the child into having sex, but not like this. They weren't having sex: they were rutting like wild animals.

Suddenly the pounding in her ass stopped. For a brief moment, Jote felt relieved; had the boy finally had his fill? Was it finally over? The fleeting hope was dashed as he picked her up by her stomach and flipped her around.

"Fuck...must...." he mumbled, his eyes barely seeing her. "Mjrn....fuck....Fran...."

Jote felt her stomach drop. The boy was still caught up in his lustful trance. Her grabbed her by the hips and positioned his cock right in front of her pussy.

"I-I'll tell you!" Jote attempted, her voice desperate. "Please, I'll tell you where Mjrn is. Just...no more!"

"Worrying as always, sister" a familiar voice said. Jote felt the mattress dent as someone else's weight pressed down on it.

"Fran?"

Jote wanted to cry out in relief. Had the deliberating effects of Vaan's aura finally worn off from her sister? But soon a shadow fell over
Jote's face, and suddenly she was faced with Fran's dripping pussy right above her eyes.

"No, Fran! What are you doing?!"

Fran chuckled. "Learn to live a little, sister!"

She dropped down on Jote's, forcing her pussy down on her face. At the same time, she felt her own slit widen as Vaan pushed his way inside of her.

"Mhnfmphh!" Jote mumbled, as Fran's cunt on her mouth prevented her from crying out.

Fran started gyrating her hips, moaning loudly throughout: back and forth, side to side, coating Jote's face in her fluids which gushed from her pussy like a waterfall. Meanwhile, Vaan was picking up speed, slamming his dick into her with more force every thrust. The powerful smell of Fran's cunt and the raw pleasure of Vaan's massive dick inside of her were threatening to overwhelm Jote's senses.

Inadvertently, she felt herself stick out her tongue to lick Fran. She tasted just like Jote remembered: deliciously sweet, like the delicate nectar of a wood-apple. Soon, her tentative licks turned into a hungry lapping, and Fran moaned in appreciation.

"Ooooh. Just like when we were teenagers, right sister?"

Jote barely heard her, caught up in the twin pleasures of tasting her sisters sweet pussy again after so many years, and having Vaan pound her like a dog in heat. The hume's pace was growing increasingly fast, and his grunts started coming in quick succession. Alarmed, Jote tried to speak.

"No wait, you can't cum inside me!" was what she wanted to shout, but Fran was grinding her mound on her face with such force that all that came out was a desperate "mhmphh!"

This wasn't the plan! Despite lacking male counterparts, viera were extremely fertile; it's why the Lifebringer herb worked in the first place. It would never work on, say, a female hume. If this hume came inside of her, it would almost assuredly make her pregnant. She feebly tried to push against Vaan's chest, but Fran grabbed her arms and pushed them down.

"You're going to take it, sister," Jote heard her say with relish as she molested Jote's face with her pussy. "You're going to take that big, fat load of cum right into your cunt and there's nothing you can do about it."

Jote 's heart was pounding against her chest as Vaan started growling. No, she thought with growing desperation, not like this, not like- Suddenly, her whole body went stiff as she felt him explode inside of her.

"F-fuuuuuck" Fran cried out as she similarly came, gushing her juices all over Jote's face.

Jote's mouth filled up with Fran's fluids as her sister's orgasm traveled through her body. At the same time, Jote felt her cunt fill up with Vaan's thick cum as he shot blast after blast of his thick hume semen inside of her.

When the pair had finally finished their ravaging of Jote, they collapsed unto the bed beside her. Fran crawled towards her sister and began lapping up her wet face with long strokes of her tongue. Jote's mouth opened in a weak groan, and Fran happily stuck her tongue in her sister's mouth, kissing her passionately. Fran's left hand went down to Jote's pussy, and she probed her sensitive folds with her fingers as they snogged, causing Jote to moan inside her mouth. Fran pulled her fingers out of her slit, and Jote saw a thick glob of cum coating them. Ignoring her sister's weak protests, Fran pushed her fingers inside Jote's mouth, and Jote couldn't help but suck on them like an infant.

"Yes, baby sister, just like that..." Fran whispered. Finally content, Fran pulled her wet fingers out of her mouth and turned on her back, breathing heavily with a blissful smile on her face.

The trio stayed like that for another hour. Occasionally, Fran would cop a feel of one of Jote's tits or rub her smooth body, but Jote barely noticed. She was completely spent. Vaan seemed to be unconscious, his body having regained its regular features. The monstrous cock which had ravaged Jote had shrunk to a normal hume member, and his usual delicate features replaced the rough, animalistic beast he had been mere moments ago. Jote could feel cum dripping from her pussy unto the expensive silk below, but she didn't care. Her ass hurt. Her face felt sticky. Her pussy was filled to the brim with cum. All she wanted to do was finally rest.

Vaan woke up feeling confused. His head was pounding. What had happened? The last few hours were a blank page inside his memory. All he remembered was entering Jote's bedroom, and from there on...nothing.

He got up to one knee. He was on the floor of the room. He looked up; Jote and Fran were standing at the door, quietly discussing something. Fran seemed...different, Vaan thought. She kept her eyes to the ground, and answered demurely to her sisters inquiries. Occasionally, Jote would shift her stance, as if she was nursing an injury that prevented her from standing too long.

Vaan slowly got up to his feet and walked towards the two viera. Jote and Fran turned towards him. Jote looked at him with something between disgust and admiration. Fran, on the other hand, avoided his gaze. What the hell had happened here?

"Finally awake?" Jote said, shifting her stance once more. A barely perceptible look of pain flashed across her face before going back to her customary mocking grin.

"Yeah, I guess," Vaan said, rubbing his head. "What happened?"

Fran lifted her gaze. "You do not recall?"

"Well, I remember entering this room. After that, I got nothing."

Jote and Fran exchanged a quick look.

"So, what did you want again?" Vaan asked, addressing Jote.

Jote chuckled. "Don't worry about that. I have already told my sister where to find Mjrn. You may leave with my blessing."

Vaan couldn't hide his surprise. "Wow, really? Just like that? Why'd you bring us in here to begin with then?"

Immediately, Fran looked at the floor again.

Jote answered. "I had plans, but unfortunately you suddenly fell unconscious. While you were away, I discussed the matter with Fran, and decided to help you. My sister can be quite...persuasive."

Vaan didn't know what to make of that. Guess they got what they came for.

"Good job, Fran!" Vaan said.

"Th-thank you," Fran mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Vaan decided to ignore Fran's strange behavior and followed them out of the bedroom. The three of them traveled down the stairs towards the temple doors. Once they reached them, Fran grabbed one of the handles. Jote stood behind them.

"If you ever need anything," she told Vaan, her hands resting on her belly, "do not hesitate to ask. My doors are always open to you."

Vaan was incredulous. Jote was like a completely different person from the haughty bitch that had greeted them outside the temple. Fran too, for that matter. What had happened to that strong, uptight viera warrior he had traveled with all these weeks?

"Uh...thanks," Vaan said.

"Farewell, hume, " Jote said. "And Fran..."

Fran turned around.

"Don't be a stranger," Jote winked at her, before walking back up the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Vaan asked.

"Nothing," Fran said firmly. "Let's go."

Once outside, the pair was greeted by the rest of the party. Penelo instantly ran up to Vaan.

"Well that took long enough!" she said, grabbing his arm as if he were a prized trophy.

"Are you alright?" Basch asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Vaan assured them. "Fran knows where Mjrn is. Let's go."

"Does she, now?" Balthier asked, raising an eyebrow at Fran. "Couldn't have come at a cheap price."

Fran glanced at Vaan. "I reached an agreement with Jote. The details will remain private."

"Aw, come on!" Penelo complained. "Vaan?"

"Uh, you heard her," Vaan said. If he told them he fell unconscious, he would never hear the end of it.

"Puh, whatever," Penelo pouted, letting go of Vaan.

"Off we go then," Basch proclaimed, taking the lead. The rest of the group followed behind him.

As they walked their way to the spiral staircase connecting the platforms, Vaan heard Penelo speak up behind him.

"Hey Fran, there's something dripping down your leg."

Fran froze.
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