Descent | By : Thesus Category: +S through Z > Star Ocean 3 Views: 3304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Nel Zelpher, former Crimson Blade, strode down the stone halls of the Kirlsa Training Facility, the group's new home. After the defeat of Luther, returning to what were supposedly "normal" lives didn't sit well with any of them. How do you pick up and keep going after finding out that your universe is a toy? A program? The spark of inspiration that had previously filled them all in their epic journeys had died just a little. And so the party had taken up residence at the infamous training grounds, finding time alone to deal with the relevations unleashed during their travels.
Nel paused a second before entering the grand double doors on the third floor. "Some things never change, I guess.", she whispered, glancing over the wrought iron and steel, virtually untouched by the ravages of time and countless battles. Reminiscing, however, quickly changed as a smirk crossed her breathtaking features. Glancing down at her outfit, Nel recalled the removal of her Aquarian military insignia, and the addition of some features more...entertaining in this new environment. Pushing through the door (a recent change), the trailing end of a black whip struck the other half of the double door, making a soft scraping sound before rebounding harmlessly against the warrior's toned calf. Nel paused, smirked again, quickly reajusting her outfit. Black and red leggings had replaced her former blue ones, and similarly with the sleeves coating her upper arms. Much more noticeably, however, was the 6 foot black whip curled around her slender waist, complemented by a short flogger tied to her left thigh; though she'd kept the famous Blades of Ryusen given to her in good faith by Woltar, despite the fact the area had long been cleansed of monsters after the group first moved in, destroyed by people looking to keep their minds occupied.
Nel walked into the main corridor on the third floor. She cast a swift glance at Marietta, and chuckled, walking on by. As Nel passed, the former officer on the Diplo, squirmed, but easily restrained by a series of iron chains, keeping her forcefully bound to the stone wall in a kneeling position, with only shreds of her once-seductive uniform clinging to her body, affording passerby an unlimited view of her luscious curves. Her pleas to Nel for release were handily muffled by the ball gag in her mouth, and she slumped back against the cold wall as Nel passed by, giving only a solitary look back to admire the dried cum crusted onto her face and breasts. "You look pretty cute like that, Marietta! We'll have to keep you there for now!", the former Blade called over her shoulder, pushing through into the central room of the floor.
Pushing past a second set of heavy double doors into the main hall of the third floor, Nel's sharp eyes surveyed the room now acting as the team's command center. Serious improvement had occured since the gang had grimly fought their way through these halls: One doesn't travel to the end and beginning of the universe and back without acquiring some serious fol along the way. Fol that had been well spent on a variety of exotic rugs and tapestries. A hearty fire burned in the hearth, and light sustenance was laid out on the table. Albel was sprawled over a pair of elegant chairs, idly running a razor blade against his claw, the picture of idle contentment. Nel respectfully nodded, one warrior to another, and moved to join him, leaning back in her reserved armchair. Turning their eyes to watch the show of Tynave and Farleen, both naked, clumsily rolling over each other, licking and kissing as they did so, a silence fell, only interrupted by the occasional murmur of pleasure from Nel's former - and present - subordinates.
"I can't believe they're happy to do that all the time. Maggots then, maggots now." Albel finally spoke, shifting restlessly beneath the folds of his garments. "I remember when they first started exploring - fine - but now they don't even talk to anyone else if they can help it." Nel took in the frown covering Albel's features, secure in the knowledge that he wasn't mad, just being Albel. "You know as well as I do it's the drugs. They're happy that way, and it's the easiest way to retain control. of them. The minute we withold them, they're putty, and frankly, I can't see visitors being happy with the ministrations of Sophia or Maria." Albel chortled at that remark, nodding in agreement. "I know, I know. Maria would attack anyone we tried to get her to service, and Sophia would have a heart attack of fright. Sti-" Albel paused and looked back at the copulating couple as Tynave let out a rolling moan of pleasure as Farleen bent over her, flicking her skilled tongue against the folds of her comrade's clit. "As I was saying, the value in watching Maria go berserk on someone might be well worth the ire we'd have to put up with. And I do know you love stamping out her rebellious feelings on a regular basis." Albel raised a sarcastic eyebrow at his formidable companion, chuckling at his remarks. Holding up her hands in mock surrender, Nel replied "Guilty as charged. While I do love blades, I cannot deny my newfound affection for the whip." Running her hands down to gently the caress the black leather, another comfortable silence fell, broken only by the crackling of the fire.
It was some time before Nel looked back up, staring into the distance at nothing. "We've all changed, haven't we." "Yes. But there was never any choice." She looked up, surprised, at Albel, from whom she never would've expected a response to such a question. Nodding in agreement, she spoke again: "I agree. Where could've we gone back to, knowing what we know, having done what we've done?" Tynave rolled over Farleen, lapping at her perky nipples gracing flawless breasts, but Nel's concentration didn't waver for a second. She suddenly looked up and smiled, as beautiful as ever. "Such thoughts are why we now live here. The time for answers has not yet come, and such thinking will only spoil the remainder of the day." Springing to her feet with the agility of a jaguar - though many times more deadly - Nel stretched away the mental and physical cobwebs conversation had brought, and turned back to Albel. "How are you doing for therapy today?" Ablel languidly drew to his feet, matching her equally charming and destructive smile. "You know I'm always up for more, though that sissy Fayt and Sophia may not be", he replied, grinning. Nel nodded once more and headed back out into the corridor, followed at the heel by Albel.
It was going to be an excellent day, she was sure.
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