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The Artifact	By : PandaBearzh Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fang, Alyssa

Hope’s return had ignited a pyre of trepidation within the town. Morale had never been lower, and Fang couldn’t say that she disagreed with their reasons. It was one thing to return a dead body to them. It would have been an obvious propaganda technique to remind the inhabitants that at any time, they could remove anybody. As Fang understood it, Cocoon didn’t want to eliminate the small population entirely, but rather keep them within a very tight boundary. If their population appeared to surge, it usually prompted a visit from PSICOM. If they appeared to be satisfied in their everyday life, PSICOM would seize more resources. Still. Without the people to cultivate the land, no resources would exist for seizure. Unlike many of her followers, Fang wasn’t concerned for a complete genocide. The systematic eradication of her people had occurred, but if Cocoon pushed them too much farther it would tempt the balance out of their favor and self-destruction would be the only recourse.
The arrest of a top officer had yielded a devastating blow to their future. He, Snow, and Alyssa had come to them from Cocoon and all had important information and insight into the culture and disposition of the nest. Hope however, had certain personal connections and relationships to particular individuals that were invaluable to their cause. Empress Serah Farron, her late sister Claire, Cid Raines, and Hope Estheim… It was a chaotic historical web born from a single event that gave all of its participants certain advantages over the other. After Hope had been taken, they had been left with almost no cards to play. Fang would shake her head in regret for many nights, wondering why she hadn’t protected him better. Not only had their fight come to a screeching halt, she had lost a very important and dear friend. It was the sort of move she should have prepared for, and she abhorred the way that Cocoon was able to see straight through her to weaknesses.
But now he was back. What was the first thing he did? He bonded with the stranger who had harmed Snow. Fang could sense their closeness increase every day, and she worried that the association was encouraging the villagers to cast even greater suspicion on her friend. Surely Hope had realized that Snow was injured? They had been such close friends, that one might consider that he would ask about his whereabouts.
The villagers were whispering that Hope had become a servant of the Guardian Corps. Why else would Raines personally oversee his live return? In the past he had come to return the body of only one other individual: the previous town chief. He had been brutally murdered in the same fashion as their nation’s peace ambassador, Lightening. Why would he not appear to have a single mark on him? Most importantly of all, why was he wearing that uniform? He must have bargained, they decided. But, five months worth of bargaining must have been a lot of information. Cocoon never kept anyone alive for more than a few weeks, and if at the end of five months he was to be returned alive? He must have said everything and more, they realized. Someone at such a high position in Fang’s cabinet must have known a lot about their leader and operations. These would be top secret things that not even they were permitted to be aware of. He would know Fang’s strategy often before she even would. He had been there through it all, and they suspected that his absence was the reason why they had not heard of developments. Hope was Fang’s crutch. She had never done anything without consulting his opinion. Would there be any way to mitigate the damage that he had undoubtedly caused?
This current state of affairs must have been their intention, Fang decided finally. Hope had been returned alive for the sole intention of stirring these emotions in her, and in the town. Cocoon wanted Fang to second-guess herself. It wanted the village to give up, to remove Fang as leader; to believe that Cocoon wasn’t truly the enemy that they had come to be educated. “We lost this fight a long time ago,” they would say. “We never should have attacked,” others would answer. The villagers were weak. It was her own fault that they had grown to live the life that they had, and she needed to rectify her sins. Her L’Cie brand no longer taunted her into bondage, but she felt the impact of its mission even now. If she hadn’t become Ragnarok and attempted to destroy Cocoon, it wouldn’t have retaliated to her people. The pains and grievances had all been suffered on her account and the only salvation she desired was a way to at least even the scale. If she could bring Cocoon to their knees, the people would be able to both enact their revenge and be able to live their lives in a well deserved peace.
Lightening was trying to work for that peace before she was killed. It had been a strange concept to Fang to see such a strong woman with such fervent militancy fighting for peace without violence. She had once explained to Fang that she didn’t believe she was fit for her own true destiny, and that she felt more comfortable with blazing her own path than following in the footsteps of some predetermined education. The woman was someone to look up to in that way. Where Fang was emotionally incarcerated by the sins of her destiny, Lightening had been able to not only separate herself from it, but banish it completely. ‘Perhaps,’ Fang would wonder, that is why she had led such a short albeit full life. Was it better at the end of the day to survive? Or was it better at the end of the day to be at peace? It was a battle she struggled with every night.
Fang growled at herself in frustration and paced her quarters, trying to think.
Everything in her heart told her to just approach Hope and ask him what had happened. To demand what he had said, to demand what he had shared. But something was holding her back. She wasn’t sure how to proceed. She had trusted him, and he trusted her. There was no way that he would have given information to them. Hope wasn’t as strong as Snow, but he was smarter. Not as adroit as Alyssa… but defiant. He had always been a survivor. How could she ever have doubted his ability to survive incarceration? He had survived the Purge, he had survived Gran Pulse, Lightning’s death, the warrant on his head, and so many battles since… And yet, what had it taken to survive this time? What was the bet that he had purchased? Which tokens had he used? Which tokens had he drawn at the March of Fates?
“Fang?” Alyssa cautiously guided the leather door flap to the side and poked her head in, “Vanille told me to come and find you. She said that you’ve got an hour.”
Fang issued a wry smile at the blonde, “And she sent you to tell me that an hour in advance?” Alyssa’s cheerful disposition faded, recognizing the worry in the wrinkles around Fang’s brow. She approached her leader as she continued, “Alyssa, do you think something is going to happen?”
“Happen?” Alyssa echoed, unsure of the consideration that Fang had weighed her question with. “I haven’t seen anything. That is, of course, beyond the obvious. Isn’t Hope’s return a good thing?”
“Is it that easy to read me?” Fang asked, “Though, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. You’ve always been good at inferring what I’m thinking.”
“Don’t worry,” Alyssa whispered, drawing herself against the front of Fang’s torso. “Life is a good thing. Death is a bad thing. It’s a good thing that Hope’s back. Now he can help you again. I remember how happy you were when you two could spend the afternoon together. He’s really cold you know. He’s so analytical that it’s boring, but you’re so passionate…” her hand started trailing over Fang’s belly, snaking underneath her silk woven sapphire sari. “I love seeing that passion in you.”
“Is this really the time?” Fang questioned, raising her fingers up through Alyssa’s soft, soft hair.
“Is there a better time?” She took her leader’s hand and slipped it through the neck of her blouse, offering her bosom as she had so many times before already. “I can feel these steel butterflies you have thrashing around in here,” she continued, referring to Fang’s stomach. “And you do have an hour and ten minutes before you have to give your speech.”
“Oh? An hour and ten minutes now? I thought I only had an hour,” Fang smirked, grasping Alyssa’s breast with a firm squeeze.
“I ran,” Alyssa explained almost airlessly. She sighed happily at the commander’s touch, and started to pull at the lacing of her underbust corset. Fang stopped her, pulling her hands together, one on top of the other in a position in front of her feminine belly. Alyssa laced her fingers together and held them together submissively, raising her chest to assist Fang with the undoing of the fastens on the front of her blouse. Soon, her leader had parted her shirt and released her breasts over the corset.
The warm air treated Alyssa’s breasts with kindness, and the golden glow from the candles illuminated them perfectly. Fang immediately found her tips and pinched them with familiarity. She rubbed them between her pointer finger and the pad of her thumb, encouraging them to firmness. Alyssa moaned softly, rolling her head on her neck. As her buds began to harden, Fang’s intentions grew to match. Alyssa’s fingertips dug into her palms, leaving little pink half-moons where her nails had been.
Softly, her hips began to sway as it became more and more difficult to stand still in the position she had been placed in. Fang was an absolutely beautiful woman and Alyssa did enjoy the time that they spent together like this as lovers. She admired Vanille for her ability to live alongside this exotic creature and find herself capable to operate daily activities that didn’t include sex, but she didn’t want it for herself. Just this collection of one-night stands was perfectly suitable. She preferred not being able to know Fang’s emotions all of the time. With so much stress and responsibility on her shoulder, it must have been a burden to bear for her partner.
But this… Fang lifted her into the air, and Alyssa wrapped her legs around her waist. Her feet found their place on the desktop behind them, knocking a map to the sand dusted floor. Fang was planting soft nips down the length of her neck, sending prickly chills down Alyssa’s back to her groin. She wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck and squeezed her waist with her thighs. It was toned and smooth, but the skin was warm and soft to the touch.
Fang turned and set her on the desk surface behind her, pressing her down gently as her lips attacked every crevice in Alyssa’s neck without mercy. They continued to descend, taking advantage of each and weak spot she had ever discovered from her chest plate, down her breasts and all the way to her navel. Alyssa dropped her legs from Fang’s side and propped herself up on her hands.
“Commander,” she teased, rolling her shoulders as to jostle her breasts, “Is there anything that I can do for you?” Fang didn’t answer, but gave her a provocative smirk. Her hands coasted down Alyssa’s sides and worked to undo her belt buckle. Inch by inch her tight shorts slipped off of her body until they were kicked out of the scene.
“This is new,” Fang commented, slipping her index finger underneath the hip strap of lacey black panty lingerie.
“I thought you might appreciate it,” Alyssa answered, kicking her shoes off and shivering at the delicate touches from Fang’s warm hands. Fang caressed her inner thighs warmly and inhaled her clean natural scent. Cocoon girls had a slightly different flavor than Oerba girls. Where the girls from her hometown were strong and sweet, the ladies from Cocoon were soft and light. Her fingers began to slide the delicate fabric to the side, revealing the treasure that existed behind it.
Alyssa gasped and bucked into her touches before letting her arms go wobbly and dropping from her palms to her elbows. Fang was strumming her softly, playing with the blonde’s pitch as easily as she might play a real instrument. Her fingers spread Alyssa’s juices, coating the area easily and efficiently before easing her middle finger into her chasm. It curved forward slightly and began to rub against her inner wall.
“Nnh, Commander,” Alyssa cried out, covering her mouth with her hands. She could feel the way that her panties were absorbing some of her liquid, but didn’t consider yet what would happen to them once they became saturated with her release. Fang knew just how to manipulate her body so that she would give in like this. She made it so easy… “Ohh!” Fang had added another digit and was beginning to pump her hand inside of her. Her fingers were slick with Alyssa’s self creating lubricant and it caused her hand to slip back and forth with unbelievable ease. With this method, it would be only moments before Fang would have brought her to her brink.
She could feel the pressure building from Alyssa’s insides. That was due to the tendency the blonde had to squeeze her as she got hotter. Sometimes, even with the slickness, Alyssa would clamp down on her fingers so tightly that it would make it nearly impossible to move. Other times, this tightness would be one of the more impressive factors that would bring Alyssa to her peak. Nonetheless, it would always make it easier for Fang to be able to tell the proximity of her high.
Right now, she was getting a little too high too fast, so Fang retrieved her fingers momentarily and set to work on licking and sucking on her clit instead. Alyssa threw her head back and pressed herself into Fang’s muscle, struggling against her reflex to swing her legs together. Gradually, the commander descended her intentions and began to tease the plush opening that had previously occupied her fingers with her tongue. Alyssa seemed to appreciate it, her moans were getting higher and higher as she continued. Her tongue slipped inside, cleaning the girl of the mess her body had made about her. It took skill to be able to perform orally this way, but since Fang had done it multiple times on Vanille, she considered herself somewhat of an expert.
Her tongue plunged into Alyssa’s cavern and out again, effectively stimulating the entire region with her good old-fashioned oral remedy. The juices that Alyssa was beginning to share were becoming saltier – another indication of what would soon inevitably come. Still, she continued teasing and taunting her, now adding the pads of her fingertips back into the mix so that they might be able to arouse her victim’s clit again.
Alyssa gasped and then went quiet as she felt herself begin to leak without warning. A warm sensation beaded through her body, rushing from her sex all the way up through her breasts and down to her toes which had incidentally just begun to curl in her shoes. The liquid was thin and hot, and quite rapidly began to pool at the edge of the desk before trailing off of the edge onto the sand. Alyssa took a moment to revel in her euphoria before she realized that Fang was already gathering her items together.
“Hey!” Alyssa objected, pulling her knees back together and slipping her panties back into position. They had caught some of the overflow, but they had been so lubricated beforehand that the cum didn’t adhere very well to the frail threads. “Talk about duck and run!”
Fang chuckled, “I’m sorry, Alyssa. I didn’t mind playing with you for some ten minutes, but I really don’t have the time for more.” Alyssa checked her watch.
“What are you talking about? You still have about forty-five minutes before you’re on stage!”
“Right,” Fang answered, delivering a swift kiss to her cheek before collecting her lance. “I still need to find to Hope.”
“I can talk to him for you. Do you really have to talk to him beforehand?”
“Alyssa, I’ve been avoiding him for over a week now. I really don’t think it’s wise to wait any longer,” Fang scolded, very quickly becoming just as irritable as she had been before toying with her subordinate.
“Fang, really, it’s okay. You have enough going on with the Gran Banquet tonight. I’ll talk to him for you, and I’ll tell you what he says.” Alyssa jumped off of the table, creating a puff when she landed on the sand dusted floor. Her panties had suddenly grown cold, and it chilled her, but she gathered her shorts nonetheless, and refastened the straps on her blouse.
“You’ll do what you want, Alyssa,” Fang answered, waiting for her to be decent before then leaving her quarters and adding with finality, “But I will talk to him before we sleep tonight.”
“Cht. I always do, don’t I?” Alyssa muttered under her breath. Her eyes fell to the spot on the desk that beaded with moisture. It had stopped running, but was now dripping like a leaky faucet. For a moment, Alyssa considered leaving it be. Maybe it would be best if Vanille discovered what was happening after all? No. That would be unnecessarily cruel, wouldn’t it? She scooped some sand off the floor and dropped it over the spot, allowing the small minerals to absorb the last bit of the moisture before pushing it off of the desk again. The grains rained to the floor in a short pile like an hourglass.
‘Mesmerizing.’
Alyssa spun around quickly. A voice had just spoken in her head that sounded like her voice – but she knew better. There was a sort of strange white noise surrounding it, and it was dull around the edges, as if it was a message being relayed to her through a gramophone.
“You!” She shrieked, taking a step back against the desk. Her palms covered her ears tightly as if she could block out the message from occurring again. “Stay out of my head! I don’t care!” she continued to accuse, glaring at the masked man who had made his abrupt appearance. Suddenly, she paled and lowered her hands. “What’s mesmerizing, exactly?” He didn’t answer. “Tell me!” she demanded, advancing a step toward him. It was all that she dared.
‘Your actions.’ Ugh, she hated it! It felt as if an insect was crawling around in her head with sharp, cold feet. Still, she needed to know exactly what he was talking about. There was a question burning strongly in her chest that she longed to ask. If he could read her mind, did she already know what that was? She didn’t answer him, and tried earnestly to think about her question. He didn’t answer her again. Based on the lack of reaction, she inferred that the man couldn’t read her mind, but only talk into it. That would make sense. Fang had always responded to him orally. Alyssa frowned and began to close the distance between herself and the Traveler. She hated being in the same room with him – there was something about him that didn’t belong in this world and it disturbed her to no end. Even so, this was a warning that he would hear, and one that he would yield.
“Stay out of the way!” She loudly growled in her most serious tone, “I will not let you impede Fang any further! And if you don’t believe me….” She dropped her voice and stood on tip-toe so she could peer through the black netting and into the man’s eyes, “you will deserve what is coming to you.” Her eyes flashed with dangerous edge but the man just blinked. ‘Do not fuck this up. I don’t care if Fang trusts you or not. By the time I’m through with you, no one will ever trust you again.’ She smirked wryly at her last thought, and departed the tent, thankful to finally at last put distance between the two of them.
“Now,” she pondered, gazing about the street, “Where is my little hero?”

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