Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Tilted Axys ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 3

She dreamt she was lying on her back, watching gloved hands unzip the black vest she'd dressed in. Those same hands covered her bare chest, rubbing her nipples until they were hard.

She moaned, waking herself up, only to find that it wasn't a dream.

Yazoo sat beside her, touching her, stroking her.

“That's it . . . wake up . . .” he crooned.

Axys suddenly sat up, nearly knocking Yazoo to the floor.

He growled at being knocked around, and pounced on her.

“It's my turn.” He purred into her ear. “You know what I want.”

“Yes, I know.” Axys tried to sit up, but Yazoo stopped her. He sat back and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Before Axys knew what was happening, he was straddling her face, sitting on her chest.

“Oh Gods . . .” She said, eyes wide.

Yazoo smiled his creepy smile and pulled his gun from its holster at his hip, resting the barrel at the pulse point in her throat, pointing up at her chin.

“Hey now, there's no need for that-“ Axys started.

Yazoo only raised a delicate brow and pulled the hammer back, cocking the pistol. She didn't waste another second.

She sucked Yazoo's soft cock into her mouth, working him to erection. Yazoo's free hand gripped the headboard and he began to move gently against her mouth. He stared down at her, watching her lips as they moved around him.

He tasted so good - so clean and fresh. Crisp, like the mountain air on the first day of spring. Salty sweet weight against her swirling tongue.

Teeth lightly grazed skin, and Yazoo gasped, pushing the pistol harder against Axys' throat.

“Don't!-“ He moaned as she swallowed around him. “Don't stop . . .”

As pleasing as it was to hear the gasps and moans from the figure above her; Axys' jaw began to ache. She had to finish this fast. Taking him fully into her mouth, almost down her throat, she began to hum softly.

Soon, she didn't have to move at all. Yazoo thrust against her mouth, almost choking her in his enthusiasm. His groans grew in volume until he pulled out of her mouth, pumped his cock twice with his free hand, and covered Axys' bare chest with his come.

Axys looked at her chest, disgusted.

Yazoo smirked at her, looking spent and satisfied, and used the bed sheet to clean her off.

He zipped her vest, then grasped her hands; pulling her off of the bed to her feet.

“Come. Time for a cigarette.”

Oh yes. Time indeed.

When they returned, Yazoo practically had to carry her into the room. Kadaj and Loz were waiting for them.

“Loz told me something very interesting today.” Kadaj spoke, “He said you told him that you like what we do to you.”

“Did he?” Axys squeaked, terrified in an amazingly erotic way.

“Oh yes. And now, we're going to give you a special gift.”

Axys gulped, audibly. She was surrounded by all three of the silver-haired clones. Yazoo nuzzled her neck from behind, holding her arms to her sides. Loz slowly unzipped her vest, standing at her side and nuzzling the other side of her neck. Kadaj simply stared at her, a dangerous, smoldering gaze that melted her soul.

“You're one of us now.” He said.

“What?!” Axys exclaimed.

To answer her question, Kadaj lunged at her and stabbed a syringe into her chest. She cried out, then fell back; limp in Yazoo's arms.

“What have you done to me?” she demanded.

“We have injected you with our cells. Our blood. Our mother . . .”

Time froze as Axys tried to process those words. Then it hit her.

Jenova.

“No! Oh please, no!” She cried, desperation and utter terror in her eyes. “Anything but that! Kill me if you want but NOT THAT!!”

The three brothers stared in shock. Never once in her captivity-even when they beat her-physically harmed her-had she begged like that. Yazoo came back to reality first.

“Shhh.” Yazoo soothed. “It will only hurt for a moment.”

“Meanwhile,” Kadaj cut in, “we will do what we can to keep your mind off of it.”

Loz and Yazoo nodded.

Kadaj leaned in, licking the salty tears from her face. He pulled Loz in for a tender, but chaste kiss. “One.” He stated. Then he kissed Yazoo. “Two.” He said.

The other clones nodded and dragged the still-sobbing Axys to the bed.

“Shhh . . . “Kadaj crooned. “Don't cry, my sister. Let us heal you.” He leaned in and kissed her gently.

Yazoo's hands softly kneaded her breasts, his mouth soon replacing his fingers to suckle a pert nipple.

“Brother?” Loz asked.

“Yes.” Kadaj answered the unspoken question, his lips still pressed to Axys'.

Loz knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled Axys' thighs over his shoulders.

Axys reacted like she'd been hit with a lightening spell when she felt Loz's tongue slide against her core. Kadaj held her right wrist above her head, Yazoo held her left wrist out to the side, and Loz had both of her legs locked over his shoulders. It would have been really hot if they hadn't just damned her soul! Oh what the hell . . . they were Satan-spawn anyway. She should have expected it, right? NO! This was WRONG! `FIGHT! Stop them!' Her mind screamed. She wanted to! But it just . . . felt so . . . damned . . . good.

A forceful tongue invaded her mouth and her resistance shattered.

The clones ravaged her. Kadaj's lips never left hers, muffling her cries as his brothers tormented her. She started talking as soon as his lips left hers and he began to kiss and nip at her neck.

“Please . . .” She whimpered.

“Please what?” Yazoo purred into the valley of her breasts.

“Please, I-ah! Please, I want . . .” She trailed off again, finding it very hard to concentrate when Loz was sliding his tongue so high inside her.

“Say it or you won't get it.” Kadaj said, pulling back and looking into her passion-glazed, newly-enhanced eyes.

“Fuck me!! PLEASE!!” She cried.

“With pleasure!” The three clones stated in unison.

Axys was forced to her hands and knees. Loz slid under her and roughly entered her, then stilled his movements when he saw Yazoo kneel behind her.

“Relax.” He instructed Axys as he ran his hand down her back and into the crack of her ass. His fingers were suddenly inside her; in a place she never dreamed she would enjoy intrusion. He scissored and stretched, preparing her body for something more substantial than his fingers.

“Oh Gods. . .” She panted, moaning shamelessly.

“Say yes.” He said.

“Yes! Please! Do it!” Axys begged.

He thrust inside her. She cried out, though from pleasure or pain he couldn't be sure. He too remained still, looking to Kadaj, and then back at the lovely prisoner spread out so eagerly before them.

Kadaj looked at Axys and found her staring at his erection, panting hungrily. She licked her lips. She wanted to be filled in every way.

“Is this what you want?” he gestured towards his throbbing cock.

“Yes!!” She snarled, lashing out and dragging him to her, forcing him to straddle Loz's chest and all but devouring him when he was close enough.

Kadaj was pleased and intensely aroused at her boldness. The four started moving simultaneously.

Axys could barely hold herself up, let alone keep up on her task of pleasing Kadaj, but he didn't seem to mind. She shook with the pleasure her captors forced on her. But then without warning, the unbearable pleasure turned to unbearable pain. She dropped to her elbows and began to convulse.

“It's happening.” Yazoo stated. The other clones nodded.

Within minutes, the physical changes to Axys body were complete. Instead of long golden hair, it was now moonlight silver. Instead of cool emerald eyes, they were now the color of molten sunlight, the pupils stretched and vertical. Her muscles were harder, too. Tighter, she was stronger. All in all, she was a goddess. She began to whimper in pain.

“Keep going!” Kadaj ordered when the other two clones started to slow down. “Make her come!”

Loz and Yazoo began to thrust at inhuman speeds, allowing the heat to reach a blistering peak. Axys began moaning in pleasure, and eventually screaming around Kadaj's cock.

Who came first was undetermined, and none of them would ever admit that it was they. Axys screamed once more. Yazoo pulled out of her and covered her back with his come. Kadaj flooded her mouth, and Loz remained deep inside her. They collapsed together in a tangled, sticky mess. Panting, Kadaj spoke.

“Welcome to the family, Axys.” The three clones chuckled, and then straightened out.

Axys lay on top of Loz. Yazoo lay on Loz's right, Kadaj on his left.

“Kiss me.” Kadaj said, leaning up on his elbows.

“Yes sir.” She complied. Then, spent and happily sated, the two joined the others in deep sleep.

A couple of hours passed and Axys awoke, desperate for a cigarette. Stealthily, so not to wake her new “brothers”, she slipped out of the bed and crept to the bar. She wrapped the discarded bed sheet around herself toga-style and grabbed her pack from the bar and slipped outside.

`This would be the perfect time to escape.' She thought. “I don't want to leave . . . I wouldn't see . . . Him anymore.” She paused and flicked her lighter to light her cigarette, listening as the `click' echoed throughout the garden sounding very much like a pistol being cocked.

“No.” She said again. “I won't leave them.”