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Lost In Corruption	By : LuMorsAza Category: Final Fantasy VII > Crossovers Views: 8937 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise, the Dragon Quest franchise, Final Fantasy VII, Dragon Quest VIII or Corruption of Champions. I do not seek, nor do I make, any profit from this work of fanfiction.

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“Sometimes I wonder if I really should do something better with my life.”
The Imp grumbled to himself as he sat upon a small rock outcrop, overlooking the location where the portals normally appear. Ever since that last painful encounter, he began to take a long and hard look at his life; he realized how empty things really were, just waiting day in and out for somebody to pop through a portal. And for what? A little rape? It’s not like he could ever keep any of the wenches he found; the other, stronger monsters just took them away.
“… Or they beat my dick senseless, and not in a good way…”
He mumbled, wincing at the thought of his humiliation. Perhaps this was the sign he needed to break the mold and go honest, reform his ways. Try to make the corrupted land worth something. A safe place for future generations. After all, they say the greatest of changes can come from a single being, no matter how insignificant everybody assumed them to be.
Such thoughts, however, quickly vanished when a bright purple flash illuminated the area. The Imp hopped to his feet, somehow managing to not slam his dangling cock and balls against the rock and placed a hand over his eyes, to shield them until the glow diffused. Once it did, he moved said hand above his eyes and narrowed them, looking to see what came through this time. With his luck, he figured, it would be some man.
Instead, he was greeted with a large pair of breasts, barely contained in a very low cut purple blouse and all the more accentuated by a corset. He whistled as his eyes trailed up, noticing a lovely face, brown eyes and what he assumed was medium length red hair, pulled into two long pigtails. She truly was a vision… and he needed to defile her.
Quickly the Imp took to the air and flew full speed toward the woman, whom he noticed wasn’t in a full panic. Coming just within range, he readied his own custom “welcome” spell and lobbed it at her, watching as it apparently quickly took effect and forced her down, onto her knees. With a chuckle to himself, the Imp came in closer, then fluttered just in-front of her.
“Well now, what do we have here, hm? Another lovely, full figured lady. By now, I bet you’re starting to feel the itch, eh? Too bad, of course, because you can’t move your body… but don’t worry, I can help you with that deep down, burning need that’s filling your stomach and nethers.”
The creature spoke with a smirk as the blood began to flow into his dick, causing it to become slightly erect. He did so enjoy taking advantage of the helpless, and this time he was sure that this time would be different! After all, he made sure to cast a paralysis effect this time around, so he could take all the time in the world.
“Ah, I see you’re most accepting of my offer, what with not refusing me. That’s good, because right now I’m sure you’re in a living Hell. Just relax and I’ll take care of everything…”
The Imp’s tone was one of arrogance and almost amusement at the turn of events. She was helpless and ripe for the taking… or so he assumed. For in his overconfidence, the Imp didn’t, or couldn’t, see her hand take hold of the whip hanging from a belt, wrapped around her corset, nor could he hear the sudden snap of the metal connector being pulled free; he did, though, feel the lash against his ridged member. With a yelp, the small creature fell from the air as the whip wrapped around his dick, rather tightly, threatening to cut off the circulation, and the whole damned thing with it.
The owner of the whip quickly rose to her feet, showing not a sign of any ill effects. Any attempts at the Imp trying anything else were quickly squashed when she pressed a foot against his chest, threatening to cave the whole of his torso in.
“You really thought such a weak magical spell would have any kind of effect on me? What are you, a dullard? Truly, your master must be suffering from a worker shortage if an idiot like you was all he could spare to attack me!”
Her voice carried an obvious tone of annoyance and anger, but the whole master bit left the Imp more than slightly confused.
“Speak, monster! Tell me where Dhoulmagus has run off to!”
“I don’t… know what… you’re talking about…”
The Imp could barely speak, the foot of the woman was all but crushing the air from his lungs. The woman glowered, somehow twisting the whip in such a way as to tighten it on his cock, causing the small creature to scream as best he could, given how limited his oxygen supply was.
“Listen well, monster, your master is a coward and shows no concern for you. You are but a minor obstacle, something used to buy time for his escape, surely. Tell me what I desire to know and I can make it more than worth your while. That charm magic you cast was of no use on me… but given the way you spoke, I could still play along with your desires.”
Her tone turned rather flirtatious in the end as she lifted her foot from the Imp’s chest, allowing it to breath easily.
“Listen, lady, I have no idea who this… dueling zombie mage or whatever you call him is.”
A frown came to her lips, yet again the whip seemed to tighten.
“Gaaaah! I’m not lying! Listen, you’re not… in your original world!”
She paused, then allowed the whip to loosen, if only just a little. Her eyes narrowed.
“You saw that purple portal, right? That thing brought you here, it always brings people here. I don’t know how or why, but it just does!”
She did recall seeing a purple portal, but she assumed it was some magic attack she’d never heard of prior, or some kind of attempt to escape by Dhoulmagus. Placing her foot back onto the Imp’s body to ensure he couldn’t do much, the woman looked around herself; indeed, the world looked exceedingly different, the sky especially. In the air, she could sense an ambient magic that didn’t exist where she came from.
“What is this place called, monster?”
The woman looked down at the Imp, removing just enough pressure for it to breath a bit easier. The Imp grunted, then spat out a single word.
“Mareth.”
“How do I get back home?”
“… You don’t. Or at least, nobody has managed it. Once you’re here, you’re stuck.”
Once more the woman took her foot from the Imp’s body, a smile coming to her lips.
“Well now, since you helped me, I suppose I should give you some kind of reward.”
Taking a few steps back to ensure that the beast could get a clear view, the woman leaned her upper body forward, allowing her large, heavy breasts to hang, swaying and jiggling for a few brief moments before they finally settled. Even with the constriction of the whip, the little beast could feel his dick grow harder.
“Now, what could I possible do to repay you, hmmm?”
The woman’s tone once more turned flirtatious as she used her upper arms to push her breasts together, further accentuating their sheer size. The Imp felt like his dick was going to burst.
“You could start by releasing my dick from its bondage.”
The Imp spoke, more out of concern for being able to do anything in the future. The woman smiled.
“Of course.”
Suddenly, the Imp found himself in the air again, flung high into the air as the woman lashed her whip upward, allowing it to unravel. This was flowed up by the woman raising her arm to the Imp, a ball of fire forming in her palm, which was then lobbed at the creature, hitting it dead on the head of its dick, causing it to scream and double over in pain.
“My, I suppose you don’t like it rough, hmm?”
She spoke with a wink, then lobbed yet another one, hitting the creature on the other head, causing it to crash to the barren ground below. Lashing out with her whip, the woman struck the Imp again and again, causing it to howl in misery, its already red body welting up in several locations, most especially its abused and bruised cock.
After a multitude of torturous minutes, she ceased her assault.
“I don’t much appreciate ill mannered creeps, at least not weak ones who can’t even put up a fight, much less conjure up a pathetic amount of magical power.”
The woman spoke, shaking her head as she coiled her whip up, then placed it back onto her belt. She then drew close to the Imp, whose body jerked out of a reflexive fear of the redheaded woman who just gave him a rather solid beating. Yet, instead of inflicting more pain, she smiled at him.
“If you want to try again, then by all means, go ahead. Bring some friends if you feel that‘ll give you an advantage. Oh, right, by the way… the name is Jessica. Do remember to drop my name when you’re relating this story, and my hopefully soon to be taken up invitation, to all your monster friends.”
The woman named Jessica gave the Imp another wink before she set off in a direction, seemingly at random, leading to a deep state of confusion on his part. But then, every moment of this encounter was one long mind fuck, so perhaps he really should have given up on ever trying to make sense of it.
(NEXT TIME ON A REFERENCE TO ANOTHER FRANCHISE: Tifa meets a hellhound. Tifa fucks a hellhound.)
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