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Descent	By : Thesus Category: +S through Z > Star Ocean 3 Views: 3304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

Ch.9: Curiouser and Curiouser

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are creations of Square Enix and Tri-Ace and I hold no claim or copyright to any of them. The words, however, remain the sole property of the author.
Nel Zelpher leisurely wandered out of the quiet village of Aquios, her mind still happily reliving the previous night, mixed with a healthy imagination over how Welch and Clair were faring, and a little tingle in the back of her spine over the possibilities and shape of Clair's revenge. Yes, it was a good day to be alive.
As the flame-haired warrior continued to saunter along the well-worn path through the rolling hills, her mind briefly flicked forward in anticipation of what might herald her arrival back at the training facility. Though she'd only be gone one night, it wasn't as though she left behind a rock of sanity. Closer to a mental institution.
This reverie was suddenly interrupted by a flicker of movement out of the corner of Nel's well-trained eyes. Focusing on the slowly-approaching creature, Nel's brow furrowed in puzzlement. It appeared to be some sort of zombie...out in the middle of nowhere, under the noonday sun. Given the relative calm of the world since Luther's defeat, this was something entirely new.
Nel's hands traced a familiar symbol in the air. "Lighting Strike!". She watched dispassionately as a burning column of azure lightning streaked down from the sky, engulfing and immolating the undead creature. The Aquosian hero scanned the surrounding area, and seeing no other monsters in the area, she ran over to inspect the corpse.
Staring down at the pile of burnt bandages and flesh, the obvious question sprang to mind. Who did it? Nel quickly dismissed that as irrelevant for the moment, and latched on to the real ethical dilemma at hand. Obviously, zombies are not naturally occuring. Was there any obligation to seek out and find the source?
Nel straightened up, looked around the barren plain, and sighed. Thoughts of sexual adventures flew from her mind. She needed to talk to Albel. Nodding to herself, she set a brisk pace towards...home.
Peppita strolled out of the central hall. Passing the chained, semi-conscious Marietta in the hallway, she restrained the impulse to launch a crude joke. It was made easier by the bit in her mouth. As was routine, she spent several minutes ensuring that her perpetual bonds weren't inflicting permanent damage before rousing her and placing a fairly tempting breakfast in front of her. Tynave and Farleen, thankfully, were good cooks.
Lightly slapping the former officer of the Diplo to full wakefulness, Peppita pointed at the morsels before continuing her usual route through the maze that compromised home. Descending a floor, she laid out food for Cliff and Mirage before knocking on their door and moving on. While it would've been interesting to talk to Mirage, that wasn't really an option until Albel or Nel unlocked her bit/harness.
The ponygirl's next destination was Sophia's cell, if you could call it that. Pausing outside, Peppita looked in on the slumbering innocence (though less so these days, but still quite so in comparison to the rest of the companions), bound only by a thin silver chain connected to the floor, which could have been easily broken. Pushing open the unlocked door, she silently laid down some food. Contemplating Sophia's tender visage, Peppita shook her head and backed out of the cell.
Following a handy flight of stairs and making a few turns, the errant deliverer unlocked a certain door with a bronze key, leading to a scuffed set of earthen stairs. Soft moans echoed up from below, and as Peppita softly descended, Maria slowly came into view, Albel's cum still splattered on her stomach and sopping out of her cunt, where it was joined by two of the youth's fingers.
As Maria continued to pleasure herself slowly in the confines of her dank prison, securely collared to the iron post gracing the cell, Peppita's jaw slowly fell to the floor. Her respect for Albel's prowess increased several-fold, and she made a mental note to experience it for herself in the near future. In the meantime, she scurried down, dropped Maria's repast, and flew back up the stairs. The captive apparently remained oblivious, too enamoured with her own fingers.
Stealing back upwards through the maze, the errant ponygirl located her true target: the other blue-haired inhabitant of the facility. Looking in between iron bars, Fayt appeared to be restless in his slumber, which was not surprising, since dawn had long since broken...though he was probably tired from the night's exertion's, she reminded herself.
Slipping into his "home" - the advantages of being conscripted (somewhat willingly) into this service - with a turn of a key, she was inside, perusing his body. He'd apparently dressed after returning, though cum was still liberally drizzled over him. Approaching, Peppita smiled, and started to slowly nuzzle his body, watching as Fayt stirred to life.
Feeling the warmth of Peppita's touch, the former hero rolled over, grasping at a splinter of metal he'd had for some time. Nodding to Peppita, she ceased her ministrations, allowing him to skillfully pick the lock holding her harness in place. Feeling the bit slide out of her mouth, she immediately dove lower, pulling off Fayt's trousers and enclosing his manhood in her warm mouth.
Fayt groaned in pleasure as he instinctively stiffened, the last vestiges of rest pleasurably torn away as a warmth racked his body. Groaning, he felt a familiar feeling welling up within him, despite the morning hour and last night's activities. There was skilled, there was superb, and then there was Peppita, who seemed to take a downright fiendish pleasure in stripping a man of his dignity as quickly as anyone he'd ever experienced, which was saying a lot.
Peppita continued to bob on the end of Fayt's cock, tongue working to undeniable effect as her bright eyes watched the sensations course through his body. As she sensed a certain familiar of vibrations from his throbbing member, she thrust her mouth forward, clamping down as he jettisoned a fairly large load of warm, hot seed into her waiting mouth.
Fayt's ponygirl held on as he emptied his loins yet again. Feeling the last spurts of the salty liquid ooze into her mouth, Peppita wriggled off the end of Fayt, keeping his load securely in his mouth. Raising her head, the pair locked lips, and Fayt murmured in pleasure as he felt his own semen enter his mouth. Resisting the urge to swallow, the pair pushed the liquid back and forth, before Peppita finally broke the embrace. Standing, she slowly drooled Fayt's load out over his head, listening to his soft moans of pleasure as his own cum dripped over him.
With that, Peppita stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. Fayt smiled at her as his own load continued to ooze down over his face and hair. "I take it we're both looking forward to more trading." "Agreed." Fayt stood, locking Peppita's harness and bit back into place. She nodded, and left.
Maybe she'd go commiserate with Albel on how wonderful a day it was.
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