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A witches trial	By : C-A-Tarn Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Misc Views: 890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and I do not own any part of the Final Fantasy franchise. I am not making any money off this.

Chapter List
- 1-A witches trial
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Authors note:
Thanks for spending some time reading this. I hope you like it. If not, please let me know what i could try to do better.
Next, this is a fanfic for the mobile game Mobius Final Fantasy. So as any fanfic it's about things that did not happen in the actual story. But i would like to note that here it's not just non-canonical, it's also very likely to directly contradict other story elements of the game.
The references for this are the Ring of Braves introductory CGI sequences and Garlands overall attitude towards women he displays through the game.
For a while the newcomer heretic Garland wandered aimlessly around Palamecia before he came to what is known as the Ring of Braves.
Never been there before he observed the groups of blanks as they prepared for combat and how they passed through the entrance to the battlefield beyond the gigantic walls.
He also noticed the tremors and flashing lights that followed a groups departure and how sometimes less blanks came back as had left.
Garland was put out of his thoughts by the clacking of high heels on the cobblestone floor.
„Greetings mighty warrior, how… Oh, I can see. You lost your light already.“ says the raven-haired women in front of him. „Like two kindling for the flame, aren’t we? My name is Meia by the way. And yours?“
„What is this here?“ Garland asks without sparing a second glance at her strolling away to look around.
„This? This is a staging area for the brave heroes who risk their lives to protect the azure witch from the Sicarius’ wrath.“ Meia replies as she follows him.
„A witch, you say?“ Garland wonders.
„It does sound better than heretic, wouldn’t you agree?“ Meia inquires as they both stop in front of a stall selling various weapons.
„Of course. What else than a women could instigate such carnage?“ Garland huffs as he continues to roam.
„My, my. I have been called many a thing but this is new.“ Meia muses while trying to stay polite.
„The witch is you?!“ Garland spins around and fixes her with his gaze.
„In the flesh.“ She says with a curt bow.
„And you have no qualms endangering other just for your sake?!“ Garland snarls in disbelieve.
„Seeing that it is me who puts her life into the hands of those unhesitating warriors and with the treasures awarded to those who emerge victorious I am in no place to halt this!“ the witch Meia nearly shouts as she stomps one of her thigh-high armoured boots to the ground.
„And if they lose the fight?“ the warrior asks with his anger turning into resignation.
„Then at least they acquired a lesson much needed learning.“ the witch concludes with a shrug.
„Tch!“ is all Garland can reply to that before he turns around to leave this place.
„Suit yourself then. Don’t let that false gallantry be your undoing.“ she bid him farewell and turns away as well to go back to the entrance of the Ring of Braves.
Without warning Garland draws his large sword form his back and brings it down in a powerful swing, sending a ripple of energy toward the unsuspecting witch.
While the attack is unreckoned it is not covert as it audibly sunders the ground as it surges forward and Meia evades it gracefully.
„Are you out of your mind?! What lunacy warrants for such rudeness?“ the azure witch snaps more annoyed than angry.
„You use your female wiles to make men do your bidding like lapdogs and treat those that don’t fall for you like rubbish. This makes me sick.“ Garland spits out from behind his helmet with his voice full of disdain.
„I am not forcing anyone to become my shield. And neither am I forcing you to linger. If you feel you overstayed your welcome I wish you best of luck on your journey.“ Meia sneers nonchalantly but readying her weapon anyway.
The tall warrior shakes his head. „So self-conceited! I reckon someone has to take you down a notch, wench.“
„Talk about self-conceited…“ the azure witch growls, boiling with rage after Garland’s latest remark. Letting her emotions flow free she sends a flurry of magical fire down the heretics way.
He turns his blade, using the broad side as a shield. The few fiery bolts that bypass brake against his armor leaving nothing but soot on the sturdy metal.
The intention of Meia’s flashy assault becomes apparent to him when he realizes she has closed the distance in a blink and is about to bring her own weapon to bear in a vicious upward swing.
While he does manage to dodge that attack he is finding himself at a disadvantage against the witch who uses her agility and expert display of magic to aim for the weak spots in his armament.
Knowing she has the weathered warrior on the defensive makes a cocky smile form on Meia’s face, which just infuriates Garland further.
In a reckless attempt to regain the upper hand he abandons his over-sized sword and lunge forward barehanded. This catches the confident women by surprise and gives him an opening to strike with a brutal front kick to her stomach.
Meia is launched backwards and after a short flight rolls around several times across the floor until her momentum stops. She stumbles back to her feet and instinctively raise her weapon to defend herself.
Just in time to parry Garland’s next attack who again wields his sword with unrelenting force. While she prevents the blade from cutting her in half left to right her stance does not allow her to deflect the sheer power of the attack.
Once more she is sent flying, this time into a wooden cart shattering it to pieces. The azure witch tries to rise to her feet again, but just as she get one leg below her body Garland catches up with her.
He takes hold of the back of Meia’s blade and tries to violently disarm her. She is still dazed from her earlier crash landing but does not give up control of her weapon.
Garland drops his own sword to free his hand and with a backhand blow to her face from his gloved fist he is finally able to loosen her hold on the handle. For the third time Meia is lifted off her feet and tumbles to the ground.
She raises herself to one arm and spits out the blood that has gathered in her mouth. The pain radiating from the side of her face stirs her will to keep fighting. She focuses her magic and sends out countless tendrils of dark energy towards her opponent.
The translucent appendages lash out against Garland leaving deep scars in his armor and a lingering purple hue like the metal is about to melt. He pushes forward unimpressed and once he looms over her body he kicks against her outstretched hand to stop her spell.
Meia stares daggers at him but makes no further attempt to fight. Like a statue Garland stands in front of her, his intent indiscernible behind the impervious armor.
„Perhaps it’s time to give you some of your own medicine.“ the heretic ultimately decides. He undoes the straps of his gauntlets and removes them. Then he takes off his helm and tosses all items to the side.
„What do you intent toaaaAAAHHH!“ the defeated witch tries to say as Garland bends down and takes a hold of not only the cloth covering her body but also the soft skin of her breast, forcing her to get back to her feet chest first unless she wants her tender flesh torn apart.
Once he has Meia back to her shaking legs he also grips her neck and chokes her as well as shoving her backwards, out of sight from any possible spectator
„Ugh! Get your hands off me you odious brute!“ the azure witch wheezes as she tries to remove his hands with hers.
„Quiet, whore!“ Garland demands and increases the pressure on Meia’s throat.
Silenced, but unwilling to surrender, Meia spits at him, the red-tinted liquid splattering across Garlands bearded face. Not bothering to wipe it away he let go of the mistreated bosom to land a heavy punch to the woman’s guts.
Acrid bile was forced up inside her chest and only stopped as it reached the choke-hold constricting her.
With Meia caught up struggling for breath and not throwing up Garland starts pawing at the zips and buttons of her clothing until he stripped her of everything but the armament on her legs and left arm and her high-cut lace panties.
He takes a long moment to appreciate the sight. How her breasts, one still reddened from his crushing grip, jiggle from Meia’s squirming. How her pearly white skin glistens with sweat from the previous engagement. How her arms fight a loosing battle on two fronts trying to break his hold on her and protecting her modesty. He couldn’t help but smile.
„You are… ack… disgusting…“ Meia presses out between clenched teeth.
„I told you to be quiet you little harlot!“ Garland growls angrily and pushes his helpless captive higher up the stone wall until her feet left the ground.
Meia kicks left and right trying to find purchase as gravity pulls her deeper into the improvised noose of Garland’s hand-span. The tips of her heels click and scratch along the smooth surface of the wall.
Weakly she claws at his forearm to get released as her face slowly changes color. But her movements get more and more sluggish as her consciousness is slowly fading.
„…Ple… ease…“ she fights out of her lungs, barely a whisper, as tears stream down her face.
Finally Garland lets go of her and bereft of all strength she collapses to the floor, coughing and pulling in deep ragged breaths as she lays there.
„Pitiful. No wonder you have to rely on the strength of others to survive.“ he concludes as he looks down to the heaving body in front him.
While Meia is recovering he undoes the bindings of his greaves and chest-plate as well as removing his shirt and underclothes until he wore were his plated boots.
Garlands intent became clear to the witch as she looks up and is faced with his stiffening member. Whatever color had returned to her face faints again as she imagines the dreading consequences but unable to form a rejection just yet.
Unceremoniously Garland picks her up by the hips and pins her against the wall once more, this time face first. He seizes her hair and coils it around his hand, shortening the leash until he has full control of her head. To emphasize he jerks her hair back until Meia looks straight up and press the side of her face against the cold stone wall.
Next he hooks his finger into the waistband of her panties and, instead of removing them the usual way, violently pulls them up. The elastic material is strained to its limits as it stretches thin and digs deep into her silken folds.
„UNGH! Stop! It hurts, please!“ Meia groans in pain. She raises to her tiptoes to alleviate the aching between her legs but Garland just keeps pulling and when the fabric ultimately tears apart she releases a sigh of relieve, paying no mind at that moment that her most intimate is bared to her assailants view.
With the last obstacle out of the way Garland aligns the head of his erection with his victim’s slit and pierces her, her stance and the missing lubrication preventing him from hilting inside in the first attempt.
As he found a steady rhythm to penetrate her the violated witch squeals and whimpers with every high-friction move within her tight confines. „Don’t, ahh… you can’t, nnghn… please… please…just, oww… I beg of you…“
Bit by bit Garland claims the woman’s body as he alternates between massaging the tender flesh of her rear, her creamy thighs or perky breast from behind her with his free hand to induce the necessary pleasure for Meia to loosen and lube up.
Every now and then, when Meia’s sounds of agony softened, he slaps her across the butt or ruthlessly pinches her nipple, every time creating a new nuance in the concoction of pleasure and pain that starts to boil up inside of her.
„C’mon, give it some effort, woman!“ Garland taunts her, not satisfied with Meia just standing there with her eyes closed, trying her best to disconnect her mind from her body. „Or are you not even capable of following up on the promises you make to all the blanks with your shameful body?“
After some time with Garland incessantly grinding deep into her quivering sex and the rough but effective manhandling of her trembling frame Meia’s body reacts in the only natural way and as she feels her channel slickening to give the unwanted invader easier access to fulfill it’s purpose new tears stream down her face and she bites her lip in anguish.
„Finally!“ Garland triumphs with a bellowing laugh as he notices how the witches body begin to play as he rapes her. He stops molesting her and with his hand not reining her by her hair takes hold of the back of one of her knees and pulls it up to the height of her hips, forcing her to balance on one high-heeled foot.
The new angle of Meia’s lower body together with the forced spread of her legs allows Garland to reach all the way inside her and he makes full use of this newfound liberty, vigorously pounding into her depths.
Meia’s whole body quakes as their hips collide again and again and as Garland has stopped hitting and bruising her delicate skin she begins to register the pleasure caused by his manhood stimulating her core.
„No more, please… let me go… please stop… aah!“ every now and then a sensual moan escaped her lips against her will which makes her cry even more, ashamed that her body could betray her like that. Pleasure and shame outbid one another as they rise until she couldn’t take either anymore.
With resolve she lashes out behind her against her abductor, trying as hard as she can to break free. She does succeed in breaking his hold of her leg and even shook her waist enough to expel his erection from her abused quim but is not able to unwind her hair from his fist as she becomes painfully aware when her head gets yanked back until she is forced to lean against Garland’s sturdy chest.
„I tried to be nice and go easy on you, but it seems you really want to be treated like you rightfully deserve.“ Garland whispers directly into her ear. He pushes her back flat against the stonework, compressing her cleavage against the rough surface.
Pinned between the masonry from the front and Garlands muscular torso from behind and with the constant threat to have her skull cracked open against the stone her spirit fades once more and a wave of exhaustion washes over her bringing her to heel.
Now sure that her fit is over Garland sets out to sink his rigid meat back into his victim, but the lack of space denies him access to the opening he already besieged so he aims his glans to the only crevice left to pillage.
„NO! You can’t be serious?! Anything but that, please!“ Meia panics as she feels the increasing pressure on her virgin ring of muscles. But remorseless like a forthcoming storm Garland keeps forcing his way in. „Please, I beg of you! I can’t take it, IiiaaaAAAAAARGH!“ she screams in agony as her sphincter ultimately yielded and spread unfathomable wide to accept the warriors girth.
Garland plunges deeper inside until his barely lubricated tool is fully sheathed and Meia’s pubic mound is flattened against the cold stone.
As much as he wants to continue with her chastisement the grip of her violated pucker is just too tight to withdraw and so he just waits and listens to the witches tear-less sobs, tears apparently left her along with her will to resist after he has defiled her rectum.
In an intended act of mercy Garland reaches around her and sinks his hand in, parting her legs and two fingers between her wet labia. It takes only some quick probing for him to find the apex of sensitive nerves and he begins to expertly massage it.
Pulses of twisted pleasure course through Meia’s body, dulling her senses and making her relax and accept the brutal penetration more easily. As a final preparation he pulls her higher up until her feet leave the ground yet again, her whole weight now resting on the hand that cupped her vulva and against his loins that now start rutting into her and slam against her beaten buttocks.
The azure witch opens her mouth in a silent scream as all her nerves from her navel down seem to ignite from different sensations.
The burning ache of her anus as it is being remodeled and the utter alien feeling of being filled in way she never had considered with each and every of his high-paced thrusts.
The melting pleasure as her G-spot is manipulated ceaselessly and the electric sparks of her clit rubbing along the coarse palm of his hand that is encasing her pubic mound moving back and forth.
The crawling feeling of danger that runs up her legs as they swing freely below her in her perpetual free fall experience.
Her body jumps up with every powerful impact from behind and below her, grinding the oversensitive peaks of her breasts up and down against the rocks that help imprisoning her. And the constant tugging on her scalp with which the powerful warrior dominates her already starts feeling familiar to her.
To get Meia out of her tacit reverie Garland closes his mouth over the unblemished skin on her shoulder sinking his teeth into her flesh. „Aah, stop… don’t hurt me… nnhgn… anymore… please… ugh… just end this!“ she wails, tired from her ongoing ordeal.
Garland just chuckles as he moves his mouth a little to put another mark on his flagging victim.
Soon she is riddled with bite marks as he continues to besiege her. At some points he even broke the skin, thin lines of blood run down her soft, pale form.
As time goes on Meia begins to accept her fate as an outlet for her tormentors sadistic urges and bit by bit her mental scales tip towards her pleasure again, the pain numbing by repetition.
Her lips start to shiver and goosebumps race up her spine as she can feel her climax approaching on the horizon. „N-no… no, please…i don’t want this… not like that!“ She cries and puts her hands against the wall, trying as hard as she still can to push herself away to escape.
„About time you show your true colors.“ Garland muses while he not so tenderly nibbles on her earlobe as notices and guess the reason for her last ditch effort. To reward her he starts ravaging her body even more intensely, his hips moving in a blur as he pummels her sore posterior.
„n-n-o-o-o-pl-ea-ea-se-i-i-th-i-i-nk-k-i-i-m-m-m-cu-cu-cu-aaAAHH!“ she tries to say as Garlands heavy blows shake her until she gives in to her despair and surrenders to her absolute defeat in the shape of her climax and her fingernails scrape down the wall as her whole body locks upend contorts in unwanted ecstatic bliss.
Garland continues to work her body as she lets out her weakened scream until her voice gives out and she goes completely limb. He then lets Meia back to the ground, who makes no attempt to stand on her own, until she is sitting on her heels only held upright by Garlands grip on her hair.
She is panting out of breath and her eyes stare unfocused to a spot on the ground. Considering this a job well done Garland ponders how to claim his own release and so aligns her parted lips with the tip of his rod.
Meia’s eyes shoot open as he hits her palate and she retches audibly, not only from the sudden intrusion into the depths of her mouth but from tasting her own residue on her tongue.
She raises her arms reflexively but does seem to have the coordination anymore to do something with them so she just holds them to her sides as Garland slowly moves her head up and down his shaft.
In an attempt to get the revolting taste away from her buds she opens her mouth as far as she can so her tongue has more room which at the same time denies Garland of the pleasant sensation of her soft tongue gliding along his erection.
Seeking to regain the lost pleasure Garland pulls the witch further down his rigid pole, her bruised stomach heaves as he enters her throat for the first time and she balls her hands to fists but still leaves them at her side.
„That’s it. Nice and deep.“ He praises when Meia’s nose nestles into his pubic hair. Plugged up as she is her only reply is a revulsed eye roll.
After some precious seconds buried inside her throat Garland pulls her head back and as a precaution takes a half step to the side. But it seems after all Meia was put through her diaphragm no longer has the strength to upheave the contents of her stomach and she just coughs out the gathered spit.
Glad that she did not make a bigger mess than necessary he maneuvers her head right back down his length until he hilts inside her warm mouth once more, filling her way past her tonsils before he falls into a slow rhythm of moving his living masturbatory aid back and forth in full strokes.
When she is not blinking away tears she looks up at her oral assaulter with her eyes pleading either for her immediate release or his faster release. But he does not seem to be interested in either as he smiles down at expectantly.
At first Meia is confused, her rape-befuddled mind not able to figure out his reservation, but she soon decides that there is just one thing she can do to speed things up. So reluctantly she brings her tongue back up to lick and coil around his veiny meat and closes her mouth around his substantial circumference, adding suction to any of his outward strokes.
„Oho, much better!“ Garland admits and as a reward increases the pace, adding his own hip movement to complement the facial abuse he imparts on the azure witch.
She is left with no other choice but to bear as her larynx gets pummeled by the helmeted head of Garlands dick over and over. She touches her bruised neck and how it distends with every balls-deep insertion.
Garland quickly works himself towards climax but is soon annoyed by his quarries ostensible complacency and decides to up the ante one last time.
He moves forward, dragging her along the short distance until Meia’s head rests against the wall again. He presses her firmly against it and starts ravaging her throat in literal breakneck speed.
She puts her hands on his thighs in a feeble attempt to stop him but he just powers through her barely-there resistance and someone might even think that he wants to copulate with the wall and her face is just in the way.
„Glrg-Gck-Gllr-Khch-Gluh!“ is all Meia could squeeze out around rock hard flesh violating her mouth to voice how uncomfortable she is and her eyes slowly start rolling up her head as her time without oxygen goes on.
A single grunt is all Garland makes to announce his completion and he pulls out in the last moment, unloading his seed on her face. He is making a point trying to cover as much of her skin as he can, gluing one of her eyes shut and partially barricading her nostrils with his thick semen.
When his last spurt shot out, flying short and landing on her rapidly heaving chest, he squeezes the the last drops of his essence and wipes them off on her tongue that has lolled out of her mouth as she caught her breath.
After what felt like an eternity to the worn out women Garland let go off her hair coiled around the palm of his hand, at this point the only thing keeping her upright, and falls forward to the ground, lying on top of the rags that once made her clothing.
Her face is smeared with his semen and her tears, her tongue is still hanging out as she pants, out of breath from being forced to swallow Garlands manhood without mercy. Her long and once smooth hair is messed up from being wrapped pulled on.
With one hand she touches the deep red bruises that has formed around her neck like a collar with the other she covers the spot where Garland viciously has punched her in the guts, also flourishing in the same red. Every now and then the muscles on her stomach contract, still irritated from the heavy abuse of her gag reflex.
Meia’s breasts, thighs and butt are reddened from being roughly manhandled, making a stark contrast to her porcelain-pale skin. Her until recently virgin rosebud is gaping slightly open after being stretched beyond its intended capacity just like her overused quim, glistening wet and ready even after the relentless ravaging it was a subject too.
Considering her payback complete Garland gathers his discarded clothing and armor and dresses himself without sparing another glance at his thoroughly raped victim. He leaves the secluded area and continues on his journey
After all, there is a world order to overthrow and he can’t waste his time with something objectionable like a women.
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