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Of Black Belts and White Robes	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy I Views: 1392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Of Black Belts and White Robes
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Introduction: Once again, I wanted to flip the subject/object pairing of male and female in our heteronormative sexual dialog. Whereas in A Gentleman's Challenge I did this by focusing on the male as the object of sexual desire, in this, I'm attempting to focus on the female as the subject thereof.
I wanted to get into a bit more of the nuances of kink and BDSM with this story. While the white mage is generally taking the dominant position in the physical sex act, the monk is the one who is leading the sex act while he is following. Thus, there is no clear 'top' or 'bottom.'
I also wanted to touch on the experience of going from vanilla to being kinky, and internal turmoil that it can create, and the importance of coming to terms with the enjoyment of crazy rough sex while still being a caring and tender person. As such, I tried to cast the white mage as the most tender and caring guy ever.
Finally, on that note, I really wanted to flip the over-played trope of the innocent female healer and the cocky male warrior, by making a romance between an innocent male healer and a cocky female warrior.
So please. Enjoy. Please feel free to comment and review.

"Hey, would you mind takin' a look at this? I think I mighta got stabbed a couple a times back at the temple."
The monk strode into the white mage's chambers, not bothering to knock. They had defeated the dark knight, rescued the princess, saved the day, and now they were..... waiting. The docks of Corneria were a ruin of the past, and the king had promised to build them a bridge so they might cross the straights into Provoka. There, it was hoped, they could find a ship to take them out to sea, and fulfill their prophecied destiny.
That was the plan, anyway. They were a bit sketchy on the details of how they were supposed to save the world, but they were the ones with the shiny magic rocks, and that meant it was their responsibility.
The white magician stumbled to his feet, caught off guard by the intrusion. The king had generously provided them all with quarters in his castle, treating them as honored guests while they waited for the bridge to be built. Which, as it turned out, might end being for quite some time; bridge-building was a time-consuming affair.
"Oh, um, yes. Sure, of course. Are you.... are you hurt badly?" The healer stumbled over his words, as he always seemed to do when the athletic young woman was around him. She had noticed his schoolboy crush from the get go, and found it adorable.
"Nah, not too bad. I think he just cut up a bit with that sword of his while I was bashing his head in." The brawler was not exaggerating; she had bashed his head in. He had seen her do it. She had gripped the knight by his sword-arm, and flipped him over her shoulder, armor and all, as though he weighed no more than a child. She had spiked him onto the crown of his head, the steel of his helmet denting into his skull as it hit the stone floor. And that had been the end of Garland.
He looked closer now, and saw the dark stains of blood on her sleeveless cloth jacket. She forsook both arms and armor in combat, and yet this never seemed be an issue for her; she dealt out death and war as easily as the mail-clad swordswoman or the multi-talented red magician who rounded out their adventuring party.
"Oh my god, you're bleeding!" A note of panic struck the healer's voice, and his heart rate seemed to double in an instant.
"Pssh, I'm sure I've bled way more than this. It's just a couple of scratches." They were, to the white mage's credit, fairly serious scratches; the fallen knight had attempted to bring his sword to bear on her when she closed on him, but the massive blade was not meant for such close-quarters combat; nonetheless, he had been able to draw and push a few cuts across her back and shoulders before meeting his untimely end.
"But, I figure better safe than sorry. Don't want 'em to get infected, ya know?" With that, she undid the cloth belt that held her jacket in place, and cast the garment to floor. She wore no shirt or blinding underneath, and stood bare-chested in the middle of the healer's room. Her arms and shoulders were painted with intricate tattoos, which were in turn covered by a layer of dried blood. The white mage instantly turned away, his face flushing as red as his hair.
"Relax!You act like ya've never seen tits before!" She gave a little hop, letting her small breasts bounce to emphasize her point. She grinned, enjoying the shy healer's discomfort.
"I um... do you have to.... this is, sort of..." He kept his eyes distinctly off of her breasts, unable to find the words to express his unease.
"You *have* seen tits before, right?" She asked, incredulously.
"Well, sort of, but..." His words fell off, embarassed. She had known he was pretty inexperienced with the opposite sex, but figured he must've at least gotten a girl's shirt off once or twice.
She laughed aloud. "You're so cute! But no worries, I promise not to beat you up just because you saw the twins. Monk's honor. It's for medical purposes, after all," she said with a wink.
"Right, right.... let me see...where... where did he cut you?" the white mage composed himself, putting himself back in the mindset of the responsible physician rather than the coy youth.
"A couple on my back, I think." She turned around, revealing a number of still-fresh wounds across her back and shoulders.
"Oh dear... you really walked all the way back to Corneria like this? Why didn't you say something? I could've healed you at the temple, or at least out in the forest...." he began waving his hands over back, chanting the secret words that activated the magic. Not being a magician herself, the monk was continually amazed at how much was accomplished just with chanting and hand-waving.
She felt the heat of the magic course through her back, her body tingling as the skin closed and reformed. In a world where monsters outnumbered people a hundred to one, it was helpful to have someone to close up your wounds.
He retrieved a wet rag, and was wiping away the blood. "You should be better now. Let me know if there's any pain, or if anything reopens, or if there's any sign of infection-"

She turned back around to face him, and his train of speech was quickly derailed by the sight.
"Thanks.... I owe ya one," she said with a grin, kissing him on the forehead.
"Oh, oh really, it's nothing, nothing at all," he said. He did quite fancy the brawler, with her lithe, athletic frame, and her strong, outgoing demeanor. They were making eye contact, smiling awkwardly, and he was unsure how to proceed. Though his experience with women was indeed limited, he was fairly sure that the brawler standing half-naked in a closed room with him was a sign she might like him in a more-than-friends way.
"So you're into me, right? I know I've cought you staring at my ass more than once," the monk asked, breaking the tension with the same delicacy she showed when she broke Garland's neck.
The white magician was thrown off balance, unsure how to respond to her bluntness. "I... um... well, you're very pretty, and yeah, I think I do like you... do you... how do you feel about me?" He stammered out, red in the face.
"Well, I'm standing in the middle of your room with my tits out. How do you think?" He knew it. That was a definite sign. She took a step towards him, gently brushing his hair away from his face. She moved her face towards his, until their lips were only scant inches apart.
"I'd like to kiss you now. Is that cool with you?"
"I think... yes, I'd like that," he replied. Her lips were on him in an instant, her tongue pushing into his mouth. His lips were soft and yielding, and his tongue glided around hers.
He kinda kisses like a girl. Neat, she thought as she pressed against him, exploring his mouth wit her tongue. She wound her hands into his hair, pulling it back to expose his neck; he gave a moan as she ran her teeth and tongue along his skin.
"Seein' as I took my top off, I think it's time you returned the favor." She tugged the outer robe off over his shoulders, letting the heavy cloth fall to the floor. Her hands began undoing the fastenings of his inner robe, working at the various buttons and ties that held it in place.
What the hell is it with wizards and layers? Does direct sunlight ruin their magic or something?
He shrugged out of the garment, making a very rapid transition from very clothed very un-clothed. He stood before her in nothing but a white loin-cloth, and she stood back to look at his body. She hadn't been expecting much: another skinny academic, light on muscle, light on fat.
Instead, she found a frame as lithe and muscular as her own, with a sculpted chest and a tapered waist. His red hair hung around his shoulders, contrasting against his pale white skin. She drunk him in a moment, arousal compounded by surprise. She looked over at the massive war-hammer he wielded in combat, currently resting against a wall Thinking of the way she had watched the magician crush the skulls of monsters with the ridiculous weapon, she think she understood a little bit better.
"Oh my *god* you're gorgeous. So this is what you've been hiding under that goofy outfit?" She ran her hands across his chest and down his sides, stopping to cup his ass. She dipped down, and ran her tongue up from his abdominals to his chest to his neck. His response was immediate and vocal, arching back and letting out a loud moan.
"The white magic....ah.... helps... good for... your health.... oh my god, don't stop, don't stop...." the mage moaned loudly, reaching beside him to brace himself against a desk. The tattooed monk continued exploring his body with her tongue, wanting to taste every inch of him.
She grinned. "I like these noises you're making. I want more of them." She redoubled her assault: flicking her tongue across his nipples, running it over his abdomen, planting kisses on his thighs. She could see his cock straining against his loincloth. She'd get to it. Eventually.
"Oh my god... that feels amazing... please, please keep....Ooh!" His words were broken off; she had circled behind him, and he felt an electrical jolt of pleasure shoot through his body as her tongue moved up his spine. As she planted kisses along his shoulder blades, she reached around to grab ahold of his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his undergarment.
The white mage was barely able to stand; every nerve in his body felt alive, shot through with fire and ice and lightning.
"So, have you ever been with a girl before? I mean, you know, like fucked one?" She asked, still licking his back.
"I... ah, once.... but... oh god... we didn't really, didn't really know what we were doing, it wasn't very....." his first time had been an awkward affair, fumbling around in the dark, neither entirely sure what they were supposed to be doing. He and his first had quickly lost touch with one another, their relationship made uneasy after their singular sexual encounter.
She grabbed ahold his hair, pulling it away from his ear. Her teeth ran along it's outside, and she whispered into it: "So, would you like to fuck -me-?"
"Yes... that would be..." he was unable to come up with exactly what it would very be, but she understand him well enough.
She spun him around, planting her lips against his.She pressed her small breasts against his chest, running her fingers down his back. She arched her head back, and he took her cue, and began kissing her neck.
"Don't be afraid to bite... I like it rough." He obliged her, his teeth raking along the tender flesh of her neck.
"Ah.... that's it.... now pull my hair..." He grabbed ahold of her spiky brown hair, pulling back a little on it.
"Harder.... seriously, you're not going to hurt me." He realized it was true: even if he had wanted to, the grappler was far more than his match, and could probably break one of his arms or legs in an instant. He had spent most of his life being gentle and caring and delicate, only periodically broken up by the occasional bout of war-hammering. Even in battle, he mostly ended up healing the wounds of the other three adventurers while they went about the business of violence. And here was a woman, tough as nails, hard as iron, telling him to let loose.
He pulled her head back wtih a violent jerk, exposing her throat. His teeth clamped onto her neck, his tongue dancing along the skin. They stumbled backwards until her back hit the wall of his quarters, still furiously attacking her neck.
"Oh god... that's it..." her eyes rolled up in ectasy, feeling the healer's teeth and tongue on her neck. She pulled her face into her, encouraging the assault. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she fumbled at the drawstring of her trousers. She dropped them to the floor, exposing her shaved cunt to the air. She ground against his thigh, one hand cupping his buttock.
"That's it. Bed. Now." She grabbed the magician around his waist with one arm, driving him backwards. The healer stumbled backwards, and then suddenly found himself hurling through the air, propelled over the agile fighter's hip. He tense and closed his eyes, fearing his imminent crash the ground, but found himself landing on a soft bed instead. With a gentle woomph his back hit the feather mattress. She climbed on top of him, grinding her pussy against the cock that was straining agaisnt his loincloth, sinking her teeth into his neck and shoulders. They rolled, and suddenly he was on top of her, his mouth on her breasts, tongue flicking against her nipple.
She reached between her legs, stroking his cock through the breech cloth. She began undoing the ties of it, letting it stand free and proud the constraining fabric. "Oh my god... I want this cock inside of me...." She said, stroking his shaft.
He nodded his ascent, and she guided him his rock-hard cock into her pussy. She felt him fill her up, until his balls were touching her ass cheeks. She heard him moan as he entered her, her tight folds envoloping his cock. He began moving in and out of her, trying to find his rhythm.
"That's it... deep strokes.... angle your hips up a bit.... nnngh...." He took a little bit of instructing, but after a few minutes of guiding him this and that, she gave a low groan as he found her g-spot.
"Good.... hey, will you choke me?" she asked, a glint in her eye.
The healer was taken aback. "Choke you?"
"Yeah, it turns me on like there's no fuckin' tomorrow. Come on, I told you that you're not gonna hurt me."
Obliging, the healer wrapped his hand around her neck, his other hand on her hip. He had never really contemplated violence in the bedroom, but it was kind of hot. He watched the way her face changed when he choked her, the arousal visible on her countenance.
"Harder.... choke me harder, fuck me like a damn slut, fuck me!" She said, grabbing his hips to pull him into her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair with his other hand, posting his weight on the hand that gripped her throat. He pick up his tempo, letting his cock pound into her. Soon the castle was resounding with the slap of flesh on flesh.
"Yes, come on! Pound me, tear me apart! Choke me, hit me, pull my hair!" His eyes had taken on a cold fire, and she saw her mission accomplished; she had brought out his dark side, the one repressed by the gentle and quiet healer, the violent agression he always repressed.
Good. The dark side always fucked better.
The white mage scooped one leg onto his shoulder, still choking her with the other hand as he leaned his weight forward. The limber grappler's leg touched her shoulder, and she grinned. She slapped him across the face; not as hard as she could, but hard enough to stir him on, like a rider whipping a horse.
He slapped her back, hard across the face. Now he's getting it, she thought.
"You like that, don't you..." he whispered. Almost there....
"That's it, talk dirty to me. Call me a bitch, a whore, a slut, every nasty thing you ever wanted to call someone but bit back..... let it out, and fuck me!" She screamed.
"Whore!" he said, slapping her across the face with his one hand while the other still squeezed her throat. "Bitch! Cunt! Fucking street trash gutter slut!" He puncuated each word with another slap across her face. Her hand had made it down to her pussy, and she was fingering her clitoris as his rigid cock slammed into her. She came hard, finally reaching her climax. Her body writhed underneath him, and she screamed so loud half of Corneria must've heard.
She pulled him in tight on top her, pressing him into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the healer found himself off-balance and falling to the side. The grappler had given a little twist and a kick, and rolled over into the top position. She sat astride him, her cunt still tight around his cock.
"You see, there's fucking, and there's getting fucked," she began to grind her pussy on his cock in slow circles, her hands on either side of his head. "You've fucked me, and now it's your turn to get fucked."
She danced on his cock, her hips moving to invisible music. Her hands ran up his chest, ending with a fistful of his hair. "You like that, yeah? You like me using you like my personal sex toy?"
He had to admit, he did enjoy it.The healer was amazed by her grace, the ease with which she brought pleasure to her own body; he was doing little more than lying still, and she was bringing herself to rapture.
"You want me to play rough with you, like you got to do with me? Want me to hit you, choke you, call you all sorta mean things?"
He did. This whole business of rough sex was new to him, but it had awakened a spirit of lust and violence in himself, and he wanted to explore it from both ends. He wanted to recieve what he had given, feel the way she had felt when he was fucking her. He wanted to know.
"Yes, mistress.... use me, fuck me. Do as you will."
Her face lit up. "Ooh... 'mistress.' I like the sound of that. What a good little slave, knowing his place." She grinned, moving her hands to his neck.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you. I think you'll like it."
She squeezed hard, and the magician felt his breath go thin in his throat. He could still breathe, and knew he was in know danger; the monk knew what she was doing, and though she surely posssessed the power, she had no wish to choke him out. She was in control – his life was, somewhat literally, in her hands, and it was safe there. But it was hers.
Her pussy was a blur on top of his cock, grinding back and forth in hard, rapid, short strokes. It was as she had said – even if he was technically penetrating her, she was definitely the one fucking him.
"God, yes mistress, fuck me, use me, make me yours...." he moaned in a small voice. He closed his eyes, focusing on the incredible sensation of her pussy dancing on his cock.
Smack.
One of her hands struck across his face, unexpected, shaking him from the revery.
"I want you to look at your mistress while she fucks you. Watch me as I dominate you, make you my whore, my sex-slave." He looked up at her lithe, tattooed body; the washboard abdominals, the muscles in her arms flexing as she gripped his throat, the small breasts bouncing rhytmically with her movements. She looked like some primeval goddess of sex and war, filled with strength and lust and power, and she was utterly in control of him.
"Who do you belong to?" She asked, slapping him again.
He gave a gasp of arousal as her small, powerful hand struck him across the cheek. "You. I belong to you...."
She giggled, and hit him again. "Who's sex slave are you?"
"I'm yours....please, fuck me... use me...." he moaned in response.
She grabbed hold of his wrists, crossing them above his head, pinning them both down with one hand. The other hand still gripped his throat, tightly, and she leaned forward, bouncing on his cock.
"That's it, submit to your mistress.... I'm gonna come all over that hard cock of yours, you whore...." As her movements increased, so did the squeeze on his throat. For a second, he was worried that she actually was going to choke him unconcious.
"Yes, that's it, yes, yes, you fucking bitch, yes!" she screamed as she came, her body writhing with her orgasm.
She slowly raised up, relaxing her grip on his wrists and throat. He was afraid he was going to have bruises on both, but it was well worth it.
"Now you see why I get off on this shit, don'tcha?" She said with a grin, stroking his hair.
"I never even realized sex could be like this. This... intense." He said, staring up at her.
"Oh, there is still much to do, my young apprentice. I'm guessing, for example, that you've never fucked a girl from behind?"
It was true. His one roll in the hay had been a purely missionary affair, as the most bad sex tends to be.
She pulled herself off of his cock, and deftly rolled on to her knees, wiggling her ass in the air. The white mage struggled to regain his composure, still somewhat amazed at her casual and easygoing attitude towards sex.
She turned her head back at him, grinning and winking. "You'll love it. Now get that cock inside me." He crawled over his knees, placing his member at the entrance of her pussy. It took a few moments of fumbling and direction on her part for him to get properly lined up, unused to this particular angle of entry.
He let out a groan as he did sink in. He admired the sight of her back, ltihe and muscular, painted with a latticework of intricate tattoos.
"Come on, babe. Give it to me hard." She said as she felt him enter, rolling her head up. Taking her cue, he grabbed a fistful of her spiky brown hair, pulling her head back as he pounded his hips into hers.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me you bastard, fuck me like you hate me!" She screamed, head pulled back.
The white mage, still gripping her hair, shifted his weight to push her face down into the sheets. His hips slammed against hers, and he periodically punctuated his thrusts with a slap on her ass. "You like that, slut? You like having a thick hard cock in your dirty whore pussy?" The healer could barely believe the words that were common out of his own mouth, and that he was able to say them with a straight face. Yet here he was, the gentle physician, fucking like a wild animal.
The female fighter flattened out on her stomach, the magician's weight resting on her muscular buttocks, her pussy tightly enveloping his cock. The mage groaned with pleasure as her pussy squeezed his cock. He folded her arms behind her back, siezing both wrists with one hand, gripping her hair with the other.
The monk could've escaped easily – a little bump here, a roll there, and the magician would've been tossed off the bed – but she enjoyed the feeling his weight over her, pinning her in place. She had had lovers who tried to treat her gently and tenderly, as they figured all women – being the "weaker sex"- needed to be treated. She had been stabbed, shot with arrows, lit on fire, hit by lightning, even died a few times; a man's pensis was not such a frightening weapon that it was going to inflict some new harm on her.
And the healer was doing a good job of fucking her brains out, considering his inexperience. The quiet ones are always the kinkiest, she thought, as she felt his hand wrench her head back, forcing her spine to arch upward as he drove his hips into hers.
"Take it, you bitch! I'm going to fuck you til you can't walk! I'm going to fuck you apart!"
Yep. Always the kinkiest.
"God yes! That's it! Fuck me, make me your whore, split me in half!" She screamed as her orgasm hit her, his hips still jackhammering into her. She felt in her fingers and her toes, setting every nerve in her body on fire with pleasure. She writhed underneath him, and he continued to pin her down, fucking her savagely, prolonging her climax.
"Hey, Just remember: if you come in my pussy, I'll fucking murder you."
The white mage stopped his motion, very abruptly. He had been somewhat close to his own orgasm, and was very, very sure that the monk was capable of carrying out that threat with ease. "Um... yes. Of course not, wouldn't dream of it. How... how should I finish?" He asked.
"In my mouth," she said, with a wink. "Preferably while I come in yours." The tattooed monk gave a little twist and wiggle, and he suddenly found her wrists outside of his grasp, his cock out of his pussy, and his whole body rolled off to the side of her. It was a good reminder that while he might've been playing the dominant role in their sex session, he was only taking that role at her grace and leasure.
"I'm guessin' you've never eaten pussy before, have you?" She said, twisting her body so that her hips were lined up with his face.
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Ever had your cock sucked?" She reached and grabbed his manhood, stroking the long and smooth shafting.
"Can't say I have." He replied, sensing where this was going.
"Well good news, my boy! Now you get to experience both." The both of them were still lying on their sides, and the monk grabbed ahold of the healer's long crimson hair to draw him into her sex. His lips found her pussy, and the magician was suddenly immersed in the woman's sex. He lapped eagerly at her pussy, burying his tongue in her folds. At the same time, the monk took his cock in her mouth, swallowing him down to the shaft. She grabbed ahold of his hips, encourage him to pump in and out of her mouth. Her lithe legs wrapped around his head, holding him in place while she ground against his face.
This was not the slow, teasing oral sex used for foreplay; this was fast, brutal facefucking on both sides. The more aroused she began the harder she ground against the magician's face. The rougher she was with him, the more he responded, pounding his cock into her throat. They were like a machine, working in perfect harmony, each playing the dominant and submissive role at once.
They lie on their sides, consumed by their battle of oral sex. They each gripped one another's Their hands gripped the backs of one another's heads, digging into eachother's hair. He moaned into her nether lips as his cock pounded into her mouth, and she moaned around his shaft as she ground her clit against his tongue.
They came together. Her legs squeezed around his head, nearly crushing him as her sex pressed into his lips and tongue. He shot his load down her throat, and she swallowed him eagerly, tasting his seed in her mouth.
"That... was... incredible," he panted, rolling onto his back as her legs released him from their grip.
"Yeah, that's my favorite way to climax. A good old-fashioned double face-fuck," said with a sly grin, sidling up to him and draping her arm across his chest. "We'll have to do it again. A lot."
"I think I'd like that," he said, curling into her.
And that's when they both noticed: there was a figure in their doorway. A green haired young woman, faced flushed red with arousal. The object of their recent rescue mission, Sarah, Princess of Corneria, stood watching with amazement-widened eyes.
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