NOTE: By popular, uh, demand, I have put this story up. This is my first lemon writing. It took place during the Moogle War, which was a Moogle-versus-human war collaboratively written by the members of the Final Fantasy Mailing List. Among the many creatures in the war were some weird creation by Dark Lord Eric called Moogleboars. Take a wild guess what they are. ^_~
Anyway, some background to the story. Schala and the druidess Kaitlin have been captured by the Moogle forces and are held in a tent with a spell that prevents the use of magic. Prior to this, Schala had remembered a powerful mage named Suroos from the kingdom of Zeal. He had surprised her late one night and tried to rape her, but she managed to fend him off. That episode is running through her mind as the events of *this* story take place. Oh, yes, and Schala has a second Dreamstone, which is in an armlet around her upper arm.
The title of the story tells pretty much what's going to happen, so if you don't like these kind of things, you may return to the Grove.
Five Moogles and three of the more intelligent moogleboars wandered restlessly outside the Darklord's tent. The Moogleboars stayed near the tent entrance, while the Moogles occupied spots further away.
"Why do we need to stand guard here for?" one of them whined. "The magic barrier will prevent them from escaping."
The second one, Keren, scratched his crotch and yawned. "Mog thinks these women are pretty important."
The third guzzled down a glass of ale, hiccuped, and wiped off his mouth. "Hah...I think they're just pretty," he slurred out.
"Hey, where'd you get that ale?!" Keren demanded.
Karak, the soon-to-be-if-not-already drunk, shrugged. "I sneaked away for a bit and grabbed some bottles." He produced them from their nearby hiding place.
The first one, Kuren, grabbed one and popped it open. He held it up. "To
Mog!" he shouted, and drank it down. The other two followed suit.
Kaitlin was asleep. Schala was pensive. What kind of fate had befallen them? How would they get out of this? What would she do?
She was so deep in thought that she didn't even look up when three Moogleboars came stumbling in. She finally snapped out of it when she heard one say, "Thar ssshe ish. Ishn't she just looovely?"
Schala got up in alarm as she smelled their breath and advanced on her. "What are you doing in here?" she demanded.
Karak smiled and hiccupped, and she didn't like that smile. "Don't ferget, yersh our prishoners," he said. "Get on yer kneesh and BEG fer er mercy!"
She backed away. "The Darklord will punish you if you lay so much as one finger on me!"
Meanwhile, Keren had gone for the sleeping druidess and had hauled her up, waking her. "Thish one too," he said with a big grin. "She's preeeetty."
"Let...go...of me!" she yelled.
"Ooh...feisty!" Keren grinned. "I like that!" He started to kiss her. Kaitlin wrenched her face away, avoiding his lips. The smell of alcohol on his breath, coupled with the sweat and grime of his body, was too much for her. She fainted away in disgust.
Keren, realizing this, gave a snort. "Too bad," he said. "I woulda liked fighting her off."
"Jusht make shure she doesn't give us any troublesh," Kuren said. "Looks like thish OTHER ones gonna be a good shport!" Keren nodded and quickly, for a drunk, tied and gagged Kaitlin, then laid her on the floor in one corner of the tent.
"And ash for YOU..." The three of them had wicked gleams in their eyes. "It's been a few hoursh shince we had any action!" Karak giggled, and Schala knew they were definitely drunk as hell.
Karak grabbed at her. She dodged, but she was backed into the bed. Caught unawares, Schala fell onto the bed, and Kuren flopped down on top of her. With a strength borne of ever-increasing fear, she shoved him aside and rolled away. Keren pounced on her, grabbing her arms and pinning her to the floor.
"Got her!" he yelled triumphantly.
Schala struggled. Where was the Darklord? She opened her mouth to scream, only to find Keren pressing his mouth to hers. The smell was starting to get to her. She somehow broke free of the Moogle's mouth, but she was gasping for air.
"Hey, let us have some fun too!" Kuren exclaimed.
Keren got up, pulling Schala with him. With one strong hand, Karak grabbed her arms from behind and kept them at her back. The third Moogleboar unsheathed a knife, grabbed Schala's neckline, and sliced through her robes down to her waist. He made quick work of her long sleeves and pulled off her clothing. Schala stood there naked, breathing heavily. The pair of Dreamstones glowed brightly from her neck and arm. Kuren grinned slowly as he looked her over.
"Damn...what Mog would think!" he exclaimed. He stepped closer and started kissing her neck as he roughly squeezed her breasts. He rubbed her nipples harshly, then his fingers stroked her belly and went down even further.
**His voice was soft, silky...dangerous...**
Karak moaned. "Uh...gotta have her now," he gasped out. He removed his hand from her mouth and Kuren's lips replaced it. He thrust his tongue so deep in her mouth she nearly choked. Schala felt the Moogleboar fiddling around, and she knew he was undressing himself. She felt the creature's fur rubbing against her buttocks, then gasped as something hard shoved into her from behind.
"Get away you guys, don't leave me outta thish." Keren pushed the second Moogleboar away and began stroking Schala's thighs. Her groin jerked as Karak thrust in and out.
**"Princess, you need rest...Come with me..."**
Kuren lay down on the hard floor. "Bring her over here!" Karak bound her wrists and forced Schala to kneel over Kuren. She'd been constantly fighting him, and now she was worn out. The Dreamstone around her arm began to pinch, almost as though it were feeling the pain of her rape...
Kuren lay with his hard manhood protruding. Karak pushed her down, and Schala cried out as she felt the prone Moogleboar enter her roughly. Kuren groaned loudly, and Karak once more started thrusting into her from behind. She was jerked back and forth by the two Moogles in a frenzied rhythm.
Her body relaxed, her eyes gazed ahead without seeing.
**A face loomed above her, his eyes darkening with each passing second...**
Keren came in front of the Mystic and stroked her smooth breasts. He pinched her nipples, then knelt down and began sucking on them. Schala was breathing heavily, her terror greater than any she had ever known before...
Keren stood up and took the woman's face in his hands. He tilted her face up, and she felt something hard get pushed in her face. He shoved himself into her mouth, pulling in and out quickly so she wouldn't be able to injure him.
Karak brought his hands around to her front and fondled her breasts, still going in and out, not realizing she was no longer fighting...
**"You're mine...all mine..."**
The creature beneath her moaned and twitched, and she felt a strong, hot rush inside of her. "Oh god...that was the best," he moaned out. He managed to pull out and slide out from under her, then he knelt in front of her, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers in and out of her soft womanhood.
**"I am stronger than you...You cannot defeat me..."**
Keren pulled out of Schala's mouth and began rubbing his shaft all over her face. Kuren moved away. "I gotta recover," he gasped. Keren began fucking her breasts, graoning as he did so. His groans and thrusts became faster and faster and harder and harder until he yelled, and Schala felt a stickiness dripping down her cleavage, down her belly. Then he ran his manhood down until he was kneeling in front of her. Keren thrust in so suddenly that she was unprepared. She moaned.
She was sandwiched between the two Moogleboars, who were fucking her at a rapid pace. Her breasts rubbed again Keren's rough fur, and he brought his hands up as Karak moved his to her buttocks, pinching her cheeks.
**She closed her eyes, telling herself that it was all just a bad dream, telling herself that she would wake up soon and everything would be over...**
"Gimme a sec," Keren wheezed, and he pulled out and moved away.
Karak pulled out from behind her, untied her hands, and forced Schala down onto the floor. He held her arms above her head, splaying her out. He forced her legs open and thrust inside her, hard and deep. He used the same rhythm, going in as deep as he could.
Schala sobbed, her stomach heaving with her soft cries.
"Oh man...yer shoooo gooood," the Moogle above her moaned. And he was like Kuren. His moans came heavier, his rhythm faster. Faster and faster...then suddenly, the same hot rush somewhere deep within her. He sighed and flopped down on her. His mouth found her breasts and he took them in his mouth, alternately licking and sucking hard.
**She was looking up at the ceiling, seeing a clear blue morning sky, watching the clouds drift lazily on their way...**
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, tying her arms above her. Karak spread Schala's legs wide, holding her thighs apart as he thrust in again and again. Her body heaved with the power of his thrusts. His hands roughly fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples, then rubbing her. Karak moved his hands to her stomach, massaging her to match his rhythm.
**She was no longer in control of her earthly form...her insubstantial spirit was escaping to the heavens...**
Then, as soon as they had come, they left. Karak pulled out roughly and stood up, stumbling a little, not even giving Schala a second glance, as though she were merely an afterthought. The other two got up a little unsteadily as well. Adjusting their clothing quickly, they stumbled out of the tent.
Schala lay there, her only movement the rising and falling of her chest, the only noise being the soft sobs that escaped her.
**Even as the body above her was becoming heavier and heavier, her soul was flying further and further away...**
In the corner, Kaitlin began stirring as she returned to consciousness.
**...and then it crashed back to the hard earth, and she was no more...**
The Mystic's vision was blurred from the tears that flowed like silent rivers from her eyes, down her cheeks, and made damp spots on the dirt floor.
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