Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Clan Stories ❯ The Viera and the Black Mage ( Chapter 1 )

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

AN: This story takes place before Marche and his friends go home, so Marche is still in Clan Nutsy.

Chapter One – Of Vieras and Black Mages
The Viera nimbly stepped through the marketplace, her stilettos making a satisfying clack clack on the paved road below her. She quietly and carefully pulled an arrow out of her quiver and held it at her side along with the thorn bow.
Her name was Lita, and she was an archer.
“Hey, you!”
Crap.
She ran through the market, swiftly dodging shops and stalls, never looking behind her. She nocked the arrow as she ran, and shot it at her pursuers.
The arrow flew swift and true, hitting the Bomb right in the center. It made a last gurgle and then keeled over, now just a small flame barely surviving on the road. She stepped on it with her heel, and walked on.
She sighed and smiled, the mission complete. She was usually the one in Clan Nutsy who was sent on dispatch missions, and this one had been particularly easy, so she felt the 1200 Gil reward was enough.
She quickly made her way to the pub, and opened the door. The smell inside was unbearable, and all the noise hurt her rather large, beautiful rabbit ears.
“Lita!”
She knew the voice before she saw him; it was Ardin, the Black Mage of the clan. “Hey, Ardin,” She breathed, making her way quickly to Marche.
“Did it go well?” He asked, his smile widening as she held up the sack full of Gil. “Of course we can count on you to do the job, Lita.” He grinned.
She smiled, and turned and made her way to the far corner of the pub. She laid herself down on a reclining chair.
“Hey, beautiful,” A man sitting close to her, who reeked of alcohol, grinned at her. “What’s a cute thing like you doin’ in a place like this?”
She made a face and turned away.
“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!” He growled, staggering forward and grasping her shoulder.
“Ouugh!” The man suddenly keeled over, and Ardin stood behind him, his arm raised.
The man was frozen, on the ground, but Ardin quickly used Firaga to melt it away. “Woah…” The man hiccupped. Ardin grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him across the pub. “Don’t touch her,” He growled, fire already forming in his hands, “or I’ll kill you.”
The man quickly made his way out of the pub, and the silence that had settled over the drinkers suddenly broke, the loud chatter resuming.
Lita smiled, and blinked at him, her long lashes casting a shadow on her frail cheeks from the dim light in the pub. “Thanks,” She said, “but I could’ve done it myself.”
“You could’ve!” Ardin laughed, “But you didn’t.”
He smiled at her, [AN: I know Black mages have black faces, but let’s just pretend for this story you can see their faces, ok!? -__- please don’t flame me on this.] touched her hand, and walked back to the others.
She could feel her blush, and she quickly looked down to conceal it. She was a Viera, a proud race, not some slut. She couldn’t like Ardin, because he was a human, and that would mean betraying her…
“Ritz!”
Her thoughts were cut by Marche’s sudden exclamation, and she looked over at the girl and her Viera friend, Shara.
Good, she thought, another Viera to confide in.
“Hey, Marche.” The girl smiled. She was beautiful, and it was obvious to anyone that Marche was quite fond of her. She flipped her white hair and hugged him. It was quite amusing to watch the content look on Marche’s red face as she did this.
“Lita,” Shara smiled. Lita jumped, because she was so deep in thought she hadn’t even seen her come over. “Hey!” Lita replied.
Shara frowned, her eyes scanning the other Viera’s face. “You’re troubled,” She whispered, “but why?”
“Oh…” Lita looked down and blushed, the feelings of guilt growing stronger. “I…I think I might like one of my clan members.”
“A human?” Shara breathed. Lita nodded, ashamed.
Shara laughed. “And you’re feeling guilty, I presume?” Lita nodded again, still looking at her feet.
“Lita,” Shara continued, “The Viera are a proud race, but that doesn’t mean we can’t love. It’s nothing to be ashamed of to love a human.”
Lita frowned, and looked up. “But I’m not sure yet,” She bit her lip, “he makes me blush, and he’s very kind.”
But when she looked over, Shara was gone. Lita looked around, and to her horror, found her talking to Ardin.
She blushed and tore her gaze from Shara to Ardin. He caught her ye, and smiled again. Her heart fluttered, and an immense…feeling rose inside of her.
He abandoned Shara and walked towards her. Oh no, She thought, the words playing over and over in her head, oh no, oh no, oh NO…
“Shara’s been asking all over if anyone’s seen Ritz,” He said, “Marche is gone too.”
“Oh,” Lita murmured. “Oh, okay.”
Ardin grasped her arm. “What’s wrong?”
Lita looked up and stared at him, and her blush deepened. “It…It’s nothing.”
Ardin frowned, and pulled his hand away. Her intense stare made him blush.
“Y-you know…”
Her quiet voice was barely heard by him over the loud noise of the pub.
She gulped, and went on. “Y-you know, you…you r-really are the nicest human I’ve met.”
Ardin smiled. “And you’re the prettiest Viera I’ve met! Thanks for the compliment by the way!”
She blushed and looked down. “It…it takes a lot to tell if a Viera’s…worried, so I’m…I’m glad you could tell.”
Ardin took her hand and looked at her. “If it takes a lot,” He said, “I’m glad I could figure it out.”
He stood up and walked away, leaving Lita confused. All these feelings…they were overwhelming her. What did she feel for him, and when would she gather up the courage to tell him?
These feelings were too much, and she had to sit down again; what was she thinking?
Despite was Shara said, she still couldn’t help but feel like a traitor to her own kind.
But she didn’t have any idea how she could get rid of this guilt clenching in her stomach, because she wanted to love Ardin.
She had been thinking these things for some time now. Ever since she had asked to join the clan, he had welcomed her; talked to her, played games with her, protected her when in battle…
“I do,” She whispered raggedly, as though saying it were a huge load. “I do I do I do love Ardin.”
“You…you what?”
Oh, fuck.
Ardin stared at her, bewildered. His eyes were huge; had he heard what he thought he’d heard?
The blush creeped forth over her face. “I…It’s…I’ll s-stop if you’re…uncomfortable with…with it…”
He laughed, and she sighed on the inside; it was a glorious sound. “Uncomfortable with it? The only thing uncomfortable with it is that it took you so long to tell me! I’ll ask the bartender if we could rent out the back room.”
She blushed. “Oh...ok…“
…
“Wait what?!”
She ran after him, in time to hear him say to the bartender, “Yea, my woman and I need the back room for an hour or two. Is 100 Gil enough?”
The bartender seemed to ponder this for a moment, and then: “Make it 200.”
Yes! She thought. And at the same time, oh, no…
He turned around and grabbed her hand, winking as he did so. She reluctantly let herself be pulled, her guilt gnawing at her insides.
Ardin led her to the backroom and closed the door, locking it with a satisfying clunk.
“Are you…ready?” He grinned.
Lita stood stiff. Wasn’t he taking this a bit fast? I mean, she had only just (accidentally) confessed her love to him, and now he wanted sex?
His grin faded, slowly at first. “Am...Am I going too fast?”
She didn’t know what to say - she did want this so badly, and on the other hand…
“I..I don’t know.”
Ardin frowned, deep in thought.
“Foreplay, then?”
“Huh?”
He grinned again, and stepped towards her. He slowly reached down to her face, and pressed his lips against hers.
Oh, god, was she in heaven. His lips were smooth, and he applied the right amount of pressure to make the kiss perfect. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she sighed.
He pulled away and she was surprised - no tongue?
He winked, as if in answer, and said, “There’s better places to stick my tongue.”
Oh, goodness.
At those small words, she felt herself get wet. Very wet. She longed to reach a finger down her robe and put pressure on her clit, so as not to draw attention to the fact that she was fingering herself, but he was too quick for her.
“Ardin, what are you-?!”
But he was already under her robe, and he silently pulled down her thin panties, a small dribble of fluid still connected to her vagina as he did so. He whispered the spell that would cast Fire, and held it in his fingertips, never letting it out; he wanted to make his fingers warm, not set her on fire.
He touched her folds, and warmth seeped through her body. She issued a shuddering moan and her knees shook. He was pleasuring her so nicely….
He smiled and tentatively spread the lips apart, his finger grazing her nub. She groaned audibly, and quickly covered her mouth, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
But, even so, he continued on, his fingers grazing the orb more often, so he could hear her reactions. Finally, after teasing her long enough, he touched his tongue with his fingers, the warmth seeping from his fingertips to his tongue.
He gently pulled her furry pussy lips apart again and came in closer, the smell of her sex seeping through his nostrils. He hesitantly flicked his tongue in and she wiggled and moaned. He delved deeper with his tongue, hearing her moan his name, which egged him on, and felt her reach down and grasp his legs, pushing him up higher.
“Please,” She panted, “oh, please.”
He complied, thrusting his whole tongue into her folds. She squealed in delight and started riding his mouth instantly.
Damn, he thought, for one so hesitant to have sex, she sure was a horny little thing.
His tongue up her pussy was the best feeling she had ever experienced, nothing compared to her dildos. She loved the feel of his smooth forehead against her ass as she humped his mouth.
He himself was having a good time, exploring for the orb that he knew would drive her over the edge. He found it, he knew, when he licked and she yelled out.
He remained focused on the spot and she curiously started riding him slower, as though savoring the feel of it there.
“Oh, yes,” She said softly, “Oh, yes, right there.”
Finally, she came, splattering his face in her sticky fluids. He laughed again and came out from under her short robe.
“That was fun!” He whooped, wiping the liquid off and licking his fingers.
“I can’t help but feel useless,” She complained, and he knew where she was going, “I can’t help but feel that I have to do something I return.”
He quickly unbuckled his pants, and let them drop. His proud member stood, fully erect and throbbing. (AN. I don’t know if they wore underwear in Ivalice, but Fran does in FFXII, so Lita does. I just made the guys not.) She noted the small amount of pre cum already dribbling down it’s length, and she reached for it.
Her cool, furry fingers met the fiery hot of his cock, and he sucked in air. She ran her fingertips over it, memorizing where each vein was, and how he reacted as she breathed on the head.
She made the okay sign with her fingers and slid it up and down his shaft. He was sucking in breath and moaning it out. It was a strange way of doing so, but it made it less audible.
She carefully put her furry lips on it and licked the head, still jacking him off. His breathing strategy failed at this point, and he groaned.
He started to slowly hump her face, his cock going deeper down her mouth every time. She had practiced on dildos, and so knew exactly how to contort her throat so that his cock was squeezed post desirably.
“Ohh, Jesus, Lita,” He moaned, “You’ll make me cum if you keep doing that.”
And he did come, his semen churning down her throat. It filled up her mouth and she had to pull away and spit out some of it.
“Whoo! I guess that’s as far as you want to go, huh?”
But Lita was curiously crawling towards him, pushing him down on top of the sacks full of seeds and food and other things.
She growled and maneuvered her hips so her pussy was directly above his cock, and slammed down.
She hissed out in pain, but the hurt subsided; she had practiced with dildos so may times before it didn’t take, long.
He groaned underneath her and arched up so that he went in farther, and she moaned. Soon she was riding him, and he in turn was riding her.
They got heir fevered humps to work in perfect harmony, and she felt his balls smack against her legs. Suddenly, he turned her around and gently forced her so he was doing her doggy style, and she decided she liked him being so forceful.
She gripped the sacks as she felt his balls tightening with each slap against her ass. She could feel her walls clench around him, and she came.
He felt her walls tighten around him ,and he too came, shouting out as he did.
He pulled out of her, and she obediently licked the cum on his cock off, and he shuddered in delight.
They each hastily pulled their clothes back on, and walked out the back door, as though nothing had happened.

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