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Chapter List
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Resurrection
Pre-amble: This is a piece of erotic fiction depicting rough sex between consenting adults. There is slapping, hair-pulling, choking, and name-calling; if any of this makes you uncomfortable, I would suggest that you not read. This story is set slightly before A Gentleman's Challenge.
The characters and setting are based on Squaresoft's Final Fantasy, which I do not own and did not create. This is a work of parody under fair use of copyrighted material. This was written purely for entertainment, and is not to be sold or otherwise profited from.

Four adventurer's marched out to recover the Elf-King's crown – three now marched back. The last, a brightly dressed magician in a red cape and hat, had to be carried. He was born on the shoulders of his fellow sorcerer, a white-robed healer. White mages had a reputation for being gentle, shy, and physically weak creatures; and though this one was as shy and gentle as any adventurer had ever been, he was far from physically weak, and hefted his adventuring companions still-warm corpse with ease. Perhaps all that white magic had naturally invigorated his body – or perhaps it was just the exercise he got from swinging that ridiculous war-hammer of his around in combat.
"Are ya tired yet, strong-back?" The question was accompanied by a swat on the ass by his travelling companion, a lithe and audacious woman who slew beasts with her bare hands. Though she called herself a monk, her attitude was anything but cloistered.
"I'm fine. We're almost at the temple," the red-haired healer replied, adjusting his dead companion's weight across his shoulders. As he did so, the dead wizard's hat -a massively flamboyant and wide-brimmed feathered contraption – fell the to ground.
"We should probably grab that. He really loves that hat, and he'll be pissed if we lose it." The speaker was their last travelling companion, a red-haired and red-armored amazon of a woman, who plucked the ostentatious headpiece from the ground, and pushed it back down on the dead man's head.
When they arrived at the temple, the healer set his follow healer's body slumped against the altar, a little less gently and ceremoniously than he had intended. Embarrassed, he adjusted the red mage's hat, as though to apologize to his dead friend.
"Our stupid wizard went and got his ass bit to death by giant spiders. How much ta fix him?" Said the monk, resting her elbows on the priestesses altar.
"Summoning the spirit back from death's door is no easy task – the rituals are ancient, the magics obscure and difficult to perform...." The monk was only half-paying attention to the elf's words, and her focus wandered to the priestess's alabaster skin, golden hair, and smoothly curving breasts. She was wearing a thin silken robe which revealed the gentle curve of her figure, and a low-cut one at that. The adventurer wondered if the elf was into other girls.
Aren't all elves bi? Isn't that like, part of the rules of being an elf? I wonder how if elf pussy tastes different... it probably does. Like, all rosewater and honey and shit.
Awaking from her revery, she broke into the cleric's speech, "uh huh. So like, a hundred gold? Is that enough to bring sleeping beauty hear back from dead-land?" The old cleric in Corneria had been a lot more upfront about the cost of resurrecting the dead. He was a lot less cute, though.
The priestess blushed at the other woman's crassness. "Yes, I think that'll be sufficient. I'm afraid you'll have to leave; I will need absolute privacy while I conduct the rites."
The adventurers look at her with confusion. "When our fighter here died, the old man in Corneria just sprinkled some holy water and shouted at her in some dead language for a while. What's so private about that?" Said the monk, pointing her thumb at the red-haired woman.
"I'm afraid our ways our not their ways. The sooner you leave, the sooner I can begin." The elf priestess began gently pushing the three heroes out of the doors of the temple.
"Whatevs. I guess we'll go grab some lunch, and hopefully by then, spiderfood here won't be dead anymore," the monk said, exiting the building alongside her companions.
The priestess barred the door, making sure their would be no interruptions. She lifted the dead mage up on the altar – wishing she had had the brawny adventurers do it for her before she left – laying his body out on the stone table, his long platinum hair streaming out behind him. She set about lighting various candles and sticks of incense, filling the temple with a warm glow and the sent of myrrh.
"First, to address his wounds." She began peeling the dead's man's clothing off, until he lay naked on the stone table. He had numerous bite marks on his neck, arms, and back, each blackened by the venom of the monstrous spiders that had slain him.
She ran her hands along his body, chanting magic words all the while. As she touched him, A foul black substance began to seep out of the wounds, the poison drawn out by the magic. Once the poison was gone, the wounds began to close, leaving the flesh bright and pink. His body was wholly restored, as though the terrible wounds had never befallen them.
He was still quite dead, though.
The elf stripped off her robe, completely naked beneath. She had a light frame, with small and pert breasts, a flat stomach, and curved hips. Her hair fell down to her waist, and shimmered like a golden waterfall. She circled around the alter, gently running her hands along his body.
"Come back," she whispered.
She circled once more, still running her hands the smooth skin of the magician.
"Come back."
She climbed onto the table, laying her body over his. She pressed her lips against his ear, and whispered again:

"Come back to us, somehow."
The red mage opened his eyes.
Returning from death was always a disorienting experience, and as his lungs filled with air and his heart began to beat once again, questions came flooding to him.
"Why hello there, miss. If I might ask, where am I?"
"You're at the temple in Elfheim. You died, and I brought you back," She replied. She had a small, sweet voice, gentle as a summer wind.
"Ah, yes, quite logical. If I might enquire further, why, exactly, am I naked?"
"I had to undress you to tend your wounds." She replied, still lying atop him.
"Mmm, yes, that would make sense. No point in bringing some back if they're just going to die again, is there? Now – and I do apologize for if my questions are bothersome – why, exactly, are *you* naked?"
She smiled, and nuzzled her face against his neck. "Do you object?"
"Oh, no, not at all. This is far more pleasant than being dead, I assure you. Is this standard procedure for resurrection of the dead? I fear I have not yet studied such magics intimately, and I should want to know what I'll be getting myself into when I do."

"No....normally it's just a bunch of chanting and hand-waving, like most magic. I only do this with the good looking ones." She ran her tongue along the outside of his ear, eliciting a slight purr from the red mage. She had a slender mouth with full lips, and a narrow, agile tongue. It felt incredibly pleasant.
"Oh. Well then. I suppose that explains this." He began to writhe underneath her as she continued to probe his ear with her tongue.
"That... feels remarkably good, and I must express my gratitude for this warm welcome," He said, his voice periodically interrupted by his own moans.
The elf began to work her way down his body, nipping and licking the side of his neck. "Well, you deserve something nice after dying. And besides, I think you're the prettiest human I've ever seen."
"Yes, I.... mmm... yes, I think I am too." He gave a groan as she planted a row of kisses down his hairless chest.
"You could almost pass for an elf, it weren't for your ears." When her mouth had reached his nipple, she stopped and looked up at him,flicking her tongue against it. This elicited another groan, louder than the first.
The elves were a remarkably beautiful people, male and female alike. She, certainly, was no exception. He admired the sight of her flowing golden hair as it spread over the both of them. Now that circulation was returning to his limbs, he reached up and stroked some that beautiful golden hair, arching his back as she moved her mouth to his other nipple. Blood had certainly returned to his veins, and she could feel the erection pressing against her belly. She would tend to that, eventually, but wanted to tease him a bit, explore every inch of his body.
She continued her downward journey, slowly running her tongue along the muscles of his stomach. "Most humans are just so... furry. They're like balding apes. I can't take them seriously when they're naked."
"I'm a very strong believer in good grooming. I'm glad you appreciate it-" he was cut off by another groan. She had slunk down to his hips, and she was darting her tongue along the inside of his thigh. His erect cock stood proud against his body, mere inches away from her face. He very much wanted to feel that talented tongue on his cock, to watch it disappear between those lovely lips. He gently writhed and bucked, overwhelmed with arousal.
"You seem as though you want something....shall I suck your cock?" she said with a grin, placing one delicate hand around the head of his cock. She stroked him slowly, and took one ball into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it.
"If it's.... if it's not too much of of an inconvenience." The mage managed to get out.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she ran her tongue on the bottom of his shaft. "Oh, it's my pleasure," she said, flicking her tongue against the head of his cock. The mage was incredibly aroused by the sight.
She lowered her mouth onto his smooth cock, spiralling her tongue around the shaft as she moved down to the base. Her small mouth was tight and warm around his cock, and he was somewhat surprised at the ease with which she swallowed his length. Clearly, this girl was practiced in the art of oral sex. The mage bucked his hips gently, but tried to restrain his motion; though he was, on an instinctive level, tempted to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth, he resisted this temptation. That would be incredibly rude, after all.
She bobbed her head up and down his cock, eyes staring up at him all the while. The mage sunk his hands into her golden hair, his knuckles turning white.
"I think I might... Should I... oh my...I think I might come soon...." his words were broken and delirious as he attempted to communicate with the beautiful creature who's lips were wrapped around his cock.
She removed her mouth from his shaft, stroking it with one hand. "It's okay. I want taste you. You don't have to hold back, either." She had picked up on the slight motion of his hips, and figured out what he wanted to do easily enough. She wrapped her mouth around his cock once again, bobbing up and down faster now.
The mage met her pace, pumping his hips in time with the bobbing of her head. He gripped her hair tighter, and gently fucked the elven priestess's mouth.
"Oh yes... that is... really... wonderful..." he picked up the speed of his thrusts, his cock pounding into her mouth. "Oh yes...yes... yes.... ah!" He came with a sudden fury, shooting his seed down the back of the elf's throat. To her credit, she didn't sputter or gag, and swallowed the entirety of his load. She removed her head from his cock, and licked her lips.
"Not bad. Not as sweet as elf cum, but not bad."
He released his grip on her hair, and stroked it, smoothing it out. "That was.... yes, really quite wonderful. I fear I have been a most inconsiderate lover, though. While I was indulging in that marvellous blowjob of yours, I left your pussy completely untended to."
She grinned, tracing her fingers around his hips, legs, and deflating manhood. "Would you like to see a trick?"
She chanted a few magic words, and made a few arcane hand gestures, which ended with her lewdly stroking his member. No sooner had she finished her incantation than his cock began to engorge with blood again, reversing it's course and returning to erection.
The red mage raised his eye brows in surprise. "That.... is a very good trick. You shall have to teach it to me."
"Indeed I shall," she said, running her tongue up his torso once again. She was crawling up along his body again, and soon had her pussy position over the head of his once-again erect cock.
He stared at her hairless snatch as she lowered herself onto him. He felt a slight twinge of envy, as it was most certainly in this condition by nature, and she was spared the extensive grooming rituals the mage enacted to shear his own pubic hair.
These musings were quickly cut short by the feeling of that pussy. Like her mouth, it was small and tight and wet, and he could feel it gently clamping around his cock. It was, he was fairly sure, the tightest pussy he had ever fucked. She put her hands on his hips and began to ride him, slowly at first. She ground her pussy back and forth, and then in small circles. She looked as though she was dancing on his cock, her pointed ears in tune with some unheard music. She looked like a wanton goddess, sitting astride him. Her hair flowed around her back and shoulders, and her pert breasts bounced slightly in time with her movements. He ran his hands along the outside of her hips and legs, moving his hips in time with her own.
"Ooh.... yes....that cock feels so good inside me..." she picked up her pace, her movements becoming wild and erratic on to him. He gripped her hips and pressed his manhood deep inside her, trying to make sure she didn't slip off of him as she came.
She threw her head back and screamed as she orgasmed, hair whipping out behind her, pussy grinding hard against his cock "Oh, goddess, yes! Yes! Yes!"
The red mage sat up, folding his legs underneath him, so she was sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his lips against hers. He found it odd, that despite her having fucked and her having given him a blowjob, they still hadn't actually kissed. He then realized, with even greater awkwardness, that they had never exchanged names, either. Figuring it was too late to bring such things up this juncture, he simply continued to let his lips dance against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they explored one another's mouths, and he felt that small tongue which had brought him so much pleasure earlier with his own. Still wrapped around him, she moved her pussy on his cock, gently moaning into his mouth.
As she sat on his cock, the magician moved his mouth to her ear. He ran along his tongue along it, tracing out it's exotic shape, flicking his tongue against it's point. It turned out this was a rather sensitive part of the elven anatomy, as his ministrations were met with a moan of ecstasy.
"Oh goddess! Yes! Keep doing that!" He obliged her, running his teeth along the side of her dagger-like ear, then running his tongue along the inside of it.
She bounced on his cock, her pert breasts rubbing against his muscular chest. It was only now that the mage realized just how petite the elf girl was – she couldn't have been more than a few inches over five feet tall, and probably barely weighed over a hundred pounds. A grin spread across his lips as he got an idea.
"Would you care to change position?" He whispered, still running his tongue in her ear.
"What did you... oooh... what did you have in mind?" she groaned in response.
"Hold me tightly, now." He said, sliding his legs off the stone table. Grabbing her buttocks to support her weight, he stood up, his lover still clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist. He pistoned into her, bouncing the tiny elf girl on his cock.
"Oh my goddess.... this is amazing...." she threw her head back and arched her spine, squeezing her legs around his waist to stay on her human lover. He pounded into her, muscles tensing as he fucked the elven priestess in mid-air. He slid his arms under her legs, allowing him to carry her more easily, and spreading her legs apart. He pistoned his cock inside her, the slapping of his flesh on her hers reverberating through the temple.
"Oh yes... fuck me, fuck me... fuck me!" He felt her pussy contract as she came again, squeezing his cock inside her. She clung tightly to him, breathing heavily. Still holding her aloft, he buried his head in her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple. She cooed and wound a hand into his hair, gently pressing his face into her bosom.
"I should fuck more humans," She purred.
"Some of us aren't so bad," he replied, removing his mouth from her breast. He ran his tongue from her bosom up chest and throat in a single long stroke, culminating with another kiss on her soft lips. Gingerly, he set her down on the stone table. Pulling his cock out of her pussy, he knelt between her legs. His tongue traced a long line up the inside of her thigh, then down the inside of the other. He wondered if this sort of worship had been intended when the temple was constructed; if this priestess was typical of her kind, perhaps it was. He continued to tease her, his mouth moving along the inside of her legs, over her smooth stomach, occasionally planting the faintest of kisses on her labia.
"Please...." she moaned.
"Please what?" He replied, placing a line of kisses up the smooth skin of her thigh.
"Please, eat my pussy...."
"Oh, this?" He replied, giving a long, slow lick from her inner labia up to her clitoris. He was rewarded with a shudder and a groan, and her hips began to writhe against his face. He set to work, darting his tongue between her lower lips, running it against her slit, and flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He noticed that her sexual fluids did taste different from humans; the flavor was less musky, more light and sweet. He lapped at her cunt, savouring the exotic taste of her sex.
"Oh yes, yes... that's it, lick my pussy...." she arched back on the table, one hand massaging her own breast. Her other hand grabbed a hold of his silver hair, holding his head in place as she pressed her cunt against his face. The elf girl's pussy occupied nearly the whole of his world; the smell of elven sex filled his nostrils, he could see little beyond the horizon of her hips, hear nothing but the sound of her moans, taste nothing but the sweetness of her sex. He gave a small groan of arousal, and the priestess felt it vibrate against her cunt. She moaned in response, tightening her hand in his hair.
Her grinding picked up speed as she approached her climax, and her legs clamped around his head. "Ooh... I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...." his tongue continued it's frantic assault against her pussy. Her orgasm hit her hard, spreading out through her entire body, setting every nerve from her fingers to her toes alive with pleasure. Her hips arched and pressed against the magician, her legs crushing him against her sex. Slowly she relaxed, freeing her lover from her grip, her hand gently smoothing out his hair.
"That was... that was a good one,"she panted. The mage rose from his knees, tracing a line with his fingers along her right leg as he did so. She shuddered at the slight touch, still hypersensitive from her orgasm.
"Well, I have good news for you; there's more." Their interlude of cunnilingus had left his blood boiling with arousal; and as he stood, she saw his erection still standing hard and proud. His face was still wet with her sexual fluids. When he lifted a hand to wipe some of the away, she seized hold of it. She brought his fingers to her lips, and licked her fluids off of his hand.
The sight was incredibly arousing. He brought his cock to her pussy, and pushed in to the base with a single thrust. She gave a muffled cry of delight, his fingers still in her mouth. She was taking them one by one, sucking on them, running her tongue around them like she had earlier done to his cock.
The altar was of a perfect height for fucking. He concluded that they must have had sex in mind when they built this place. He looked down at her, watching his fingers disappear past her soft lips. Unlike many of his past lovers, she did not close her eyes, but gazed up at him, drinking in the sight of the beautiful human who was fucking her. The candlelight glistened off of his sweat-soaked body, and his hair shone with an ethereal light. He looked like an angel or a spirit, sent down from heaven to fuck her senseless.
"You're gorgeous, you know that?" She said, pulling his fingers out of her mouth. He traced them down the side of her neck, eventually resting on one breast to toy with her nipple.
"I've always thought so. You're quite the beauty, yourself," he said with a grin.
He brought his hand, still wet with her saliva, down to her pussy. His thumb stroked her clit, while his cock pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh ringing through the sacred building. She gripped the edge of the table til her knuckles turned white.
"Oh my goddess... where did you learn...." her breathing was heavy, and she could barely form the words between pants.
"I've had a lot of practice." As the red mage said this, he scooped his arms underneath her legs, pressing them against his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her knees, stabilizing her as his cock pounded into her tight, wet cunt. He loved the way her small breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, the way her face contorted with rapture as he filled her pussy.
"Does that hard cock feel good inside you, my dear priestess?" He asked, running his tongue along the back of her calf.
"Oh my goddess, yes, that feels amazing....fuck me, keep fucking me...."
He was happy to oblige, and continued his thrusts. They were hard, rapid thrusts, and the position of her legs let him sink deep into her cunt. He could tell she was about to come; her one hand had returned to her breast, and the other was buried beneath her legs, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. He felt her fingers brush against his cock as it slid into her passage, and groaned in response.

"Oh yes, by the heavens, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She screamed as she came, her whole body shuddering. She unwrapped her legs from his shoulders, and they paused for a moment, each catching there breath. Their eyes met, and she sat up; her tongue ran across his face, licking off the remainder of her own sexual fluids. There lips met in another passionate kiss, their tongues entwining.
"Would you mind terribly if I fucked you from behind, next?" the magician asked, breaking away from the kiss.
"I was hoping you'd ask," she replied with a sly smile.
He pulled himself out of her, and she turned over so her ass was facing towards him, bending over the edge of the holy altar. The smooth stone, though somewhat warmed from the activity it had hosted, was cool against her breasts and stomach. The mage took a moment to admire her backside, running his hands along the wide curve of her heart-shaped ass. He guided his member in, and they both moaned as he sank in to the hilt.
Placing both hands on her hips, he began his thrusts. She did her best to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him. Her golden hair spilled out across her back and onto the table.
"I say, my dear – how do you feel on the subject of hair-pulling?" The mage asked, running a finger through the golden mane.
"I love it," she said with a purr.
He gathered the flowing strands into two handfuls, holding them like the reigns of a horse. When he pulled back, her head rose up, her ears standing proud to either side.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, "fuck me like me an animal! Use me like one of your human whores!"
"Like a slut, perhaps?" he offered, sensing the direction of their sexual marathon was taking.
"Goddess, yes! Lay me low, Fuck me like a slut!"
He had sensed she had a kinky side, but this enthusiasm went beyond his expectations. He pulled harder on her hair, his cock still pounding into her cunt, forcing her to stare at the stained glass mural that sat across from them.
The contrast between the religiosity of the place and the debauched worldly pleasures they were now enjoying heightened the mage's lust. He had never been much of one for religion, rarely visiting temples when he was alive and well. It gave him a guilty sort of pleasure, as though he were avenging himself on every desiccated old priest and nun who had ever castigated him for his wanton ways or preached a lifestyle and dull and sexless as their own.
"You like being fucked like this, then? Bent over your holy altar, your goddess watching you? A human's cock in your pussy, fucking you like a holy whore, a sacred slut?"
"Goddess, yes, fuck me, make me your whore!"
He felt pressure building inside him, and was unsure of how much longer he would be able to last.
"I think.... I think I may be about to come..." He said, still pulling her hair, still feeling his balls slap against her ass with every thrust.
"Yes, yes, come for me, come for me!" She screamed, lost in rapture. He hammered into her, letting himself build as long as he could. She came again, overwhelmed by the fury of his fucking and eroticism of their dialogue. When he felt her spasm subside, he pulled out, and his own began; jets of semen landed on her back, her golden hair, stained her holy altar. He wasn't sure if humans and involves could interbreed, but he had no intention of finding out.
They both let out a long sigh, sinking into the complacency that follows coitus. He gently stroked her back, smiling, thankful for the amazing sexual experience they had shared. She rose, slowly, and turned to face him. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him sweetly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head against his chest. He ran his hands over her hair, feeling the softness of her breasts against his body.
"Thank you," she said, snuggling against him. "That was wonderful."
"I certainly enjoyed myself," the mage replied, still stroking her hair, "though you'll have to forgive me; it seems I made a bit of a mess."
It was at this point they finally noticed the pounding on the doors, and wondered with unease at long it had been going on. A harsh, but distinctly feminine, voice rang out:

"Are the two of ya finally done fuckin' yet? We need our wizard back!"
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