Stress Relief [Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Bahamut, NC-17]
Title: Stress Relief
Author: burningmayo
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV; Rydia/Bahamut: xeno - Assuming the mating position.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: noncon, adult language, slightly OOC Rydia
Words: 1,569
Summary: After a week of pure hell, Rydia needs to blow off some steam.
A/N: Probably no what you were expecting, but hey! Hope you enjoy!
Rydia sat alone in the forest outside Baron. It had been a trying week for her sanity, to say the least. There were the minor incidents; a broken boot heel one day, a bad hair day the next. There were the personal frustrations; Edge once again being a dolt, Palom using his magic on her leotard to sate his “curiosity.” Worst of all, however, was that the Eidolons seemed incapable of following her orders as of late.
Not for simple reasons, either. Rydia stewed with rage as she recalled Titan’s attempt to assist Kain. When I told him to help Kain while he jumped, I didn’t mean ‘grab on and throw him into the next dukedom.’ And the chocobos. She rubbed her temples. I summon them and they go for the greens instead of the goblins. Seriously, who’s in charge of training them back home. And Shiva-
Rydia clenched her fists. Rage at the Eidolon’s foolishness welled in her gut. When I told her ‘make Rosa an ice sculpture for her wedding, I didn’t mean ‘freeze Rosa in a block of ice.’ She sighed. “Cecil’s never gonna let me forget that one.”
In short, the past week had been hell. Though the goblins had been routed, Kain managed to return from Odin knows where and Rosa had thawed out (Palom suggested Rydia summon Ifrit to speed up the process; Rydia thought that it was a terrible idea), every last frustration had built up and she was afraid that it would only get worse unless she could regain control somehow. She stewed. Pondered her options. I need to get back in control. Get relaxed. Get Rosa an appropriate apology gift. Her frustration remained. Burned inside her.
I’m so pissed off, I could fuck Bahamut.
Rydia paused. She gave it another thought. I wonder if I could actually-no, fuck it. I’m doing him. She clutched the whip coiled at her belt. And he better cooperate.
The summoner stood. Raised her arms. Closed her eyes and pictured the Eidolon in her mind. The powerful dragon flapped its wings. Roared. “Bahamut, I summon you.”
Rydia opened her eyes. A large pillar of light engulfed the forest before her. In a brilliant flash, Bahamut appeared just as he had in her mind. He bellowed. “You called for me?”
“I did.”
“And what would you have me, the moon dragon, do?” Bahamut glanced around at the peaceful forest. “There is nothing here to fight. Nothing to kill. Do you waste my time, young human?”
“No, but you’d better not waste mine.” Rydia glared at the dragon. “You’re not here to fight or destroy anything. Not today.”
“Then what would you have me do?”
“I would have you do me.”
Bahamut’s face took on a puzzled expression. He landed. “Do you? What, what do you mean by that?”
Rydia crossed her arms. “Exactly what it sounds like. I want you-” She pointed at him. “To fuck me.” She pointed at herself. “Is that clear enough? Do I need to spell things out even more?”
“Well, I-no, I suppose not.” Bahamut leaned over the much smaller Rydia. “But, you’re rather small and fragile-”
“Please, I think I know what I can handle. I grew up in the Eidolon realm. Remember?” Rydia turned her gaze to Bahamut’s cock, coated in soft scales and ridges. “Ooh. Nice.”
“N-nice?” Bahamut, the all-powerful dragon, stammered. “W-what do you mean ‘nice’? How is this of any comfort to you?”
Rydia rolled her eyes. “What did I just tell you? I grew up in your world. My entire adolescence was spent in the company of your friends. A girl learns an appreciation for things she’s familiar with. Now shut up. You guys have done nothing but give me headaches all week. The least you can do is hoist me up by my waist, thrust me down that big cock of yours, and fuck me until I pass out.”
Bahamut seemed to grow more uncertain. “And your not worried about injury, or-”
“Do I sound concerned?”
“Well, no.”
“Then come on, big guy.” Rydia stripped off her leotard. “Assume the mating position.”
“But I’m not, that is to say, hmm.”
Her leotard off, Rydia continued to glare at Bahamut as she removed her panties. What is his problem? She eyed his cock again. Flaccid. Wonderful. She kicked her panties off. Shouted at the Eidolon before her. “What is the matter with you? A big strong dragon like you can’t get hard at the thought of taking a beautiful young maiden? What do I need to do? Dress up in a pretty pink princess dress and wait for you in a castle tower?”
“This is all just such a surprise-”
“It sure is. The way that you nearly killed me and my friends, I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance. Well, you better get hard soon, because you’re not helping my mood.”
“Maybe if I had some help?” Bahamut sounded rather meek.
“If you’re asking me to blow you, then fuck off. You’re here to do the work. Not me. Now come on. Hurry. What gets you excited?”
“Battle?”
Rydia groaned. Useless. “Okay, I suppose that does get the blood flowing.” She picked her whip up off the ground. Uncoiled it. Cracked it. “Now hold still.”
“What are you-”
Rydia cracked her whip against Bahamut’s hide. The enchanted leather burned against the dragon’s scales. “This enough of a battle for you?”
“Ow.” Bahamut hissed. “How is-ah!”
“I can do this all day, if I have to.” Rydia struck with her whip a third time and grinned. “Either you fuck me, or I use you for whipping practice.” She glared at his cock. Smirked. “Ah. Starting to get hard, I see.”
Bahamut groaned. “If you would just stop that infernal whi-ow.”
Rydia reeled her whip back for another strike. “Don’t talk back to me. Do you know how many excuses I had to make for Shiva? Do you?” She struck again. The whip cracked against Bahamut’s scales. “I summoned you here for a purpose, and you’re going to fill it. And by ‘it,’ I mean me.”
“V-very well.”
“Hmm? Ooh.” Rydia eyed Bahamut’s cock once more. It had grown rigid. Small spines protruded from the shaft. He’s finally ready. She dropped her whip. Held out her arms. Offered herself. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Bahamut rushed in. Grabbed Rydia by the arms. Hoisted her up. “If this is what you really want.”
Rydia sighed. “Don’t test my patience. I can still cast magic from here. Now either start fucking or I’ll burn you to ash.”
There was a hint of fear in Bahamut’s eyes. Rydia smiled. You know I’ll do it.
In a sudden burst of strength, Bahamut thrust Rydia downward. The summoner spread her legs. Felt the hard Eidolon cock press against her slit. Slide inside her. Bahamut then lifted her up, just high enough that only the cock’s tip remained within.
Recovered from the shock, Rydia patted Bahamut’s arm. “Good boy. Now come on, keep going. Don’t stop until I either tell you or I pass out.”
Bahamut seemed to sigh at this command, but made no argument. Rydia closed her eyes as the dragon repeated the act. She was thrust down onto Bahamut’s cock as far as her body would allow, and then lifted back up. Then down again. At first, the rhythm was slow, methodical. But as it gained speed, Rydia closed her eyes. Reveled in the feeling of being in the powerful dragon’s grasp. His cock forced its way inside. She shuddered as she felt the spines brush against her. Gasped with each thrust.
But it wasn’t enough. In between thrusts, she barked an order. “Harder.”
To her relief, Rydia didn’t have to give the order twice. The next thrust was the hardest and fastest yet. It felt as though she were on the verge of being injured, but the Eidolon seemed to know just where the boundaries lay. She panted. Writhed in Bahamut’s claws. The stress, the frustration of the past week burned away. “Fuck. Don’t stop-ah. Yes. Like that.”
Rydia spent every ounce of her strength to take Bahamut’s pounding. Her vision blurred. Bahamut’s grunts and her own shouts echoed in her ears. Sweat coated her body. The world seemed to swim around her. The feeling of pleasure grew and grew inside her until at last, she came, and shouted in primal, welcome relief. She held onto the remaining threads of consciousness in her mind. Desired to feel every last thrust. Her voice became hoarse. “More. Keep-oh. Keep going.”
The cool, damp surface of the forest pressed against Rydia’s back. She opened her eyes. Tired. Sore. Her hips and crotch ached. Dulled the pain in the rest of her body. Rydia moved a hand over her crotch. Felt spatters of dried dragon jizz. Bahamut had come after she had passed out.
Oh, that felt good. So damn good.
Rydia lay there on the grass in a pleasured daze. Waited for her strength to recover. Basked in the sensation of being fucked by one of the most powerful creatures in existence. There was little she had experienced to which it could compare. She took a deep breath. Stretched her arms. Arched her back. “Mmm. I wonder if I can teach Shiva the same lesson.”
Author: burningmayo
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV; Rydia/Bahamut: xeno - Assuming the mating position.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: noncon, adult language, slightly OOC Rydia
Words: 1,569
Summary: After a week of pure hell, Rydia needs to blow off some steam.
A/N: Probably no what you were expecting, but hey! Hope you enjoy!
Rydia sat alone in the forest outside Baron. It had been a trying week for her sanity, to say the least. There were the minor incidents; a broken boot heel one day, a bad hair day the next. There were the personal frustrations; Edge once again being a dolt, Palom using his magic on her leotard to sate his “curiosity.” Worst of all, however, was that the Eidolons seemed incapable of following her orders as of late.
Not for simple reasons, either. Rydia stewed with rage as she recalled Titan’s attempt to assist Kain. When I told him to help Kain while he jumped, I didn’t mean ‘grab on and throw him into the next dukedom.’ And the chocobos. She rubbed her temples. I summon them and they go for the greens instead of the goblins. Seriously, who’s in charge of training them back home. And Shiva-
Rydia clenched her fists. Rage at the Eidolon’s foolishness welled in her gut. When I told her ‘make Rosa an ice sculpture for her wedding, I didn’t mean ‘freeze Rosa in a block of ice.’ She sighed. “Cecil’s never gonna let me forget that one.”
In short, the past week had been hell. Though the goblins had been routed, Kain managed to return from Odin knows where and Rosa had thawed out (Palom suggested Rydia summon Ifrit to speed up the process; Rydia thought that it was a terrible idea), every last frustration had built up and she was afraid that it would only get worse unless she could regain control somehow. She stewed. Pondered her options. I need to get back in control. Get relaxed. Get Rosa an appropriate apology gift. Her frustration remained. Burned inside her.
I’m so pissed off, I could fuck Bahamut.
Rydia paused. She gave it another thought. I wonder if I could actually-no, fuck it. I’m doing him. She clutched the whip coiled at her belt. And he better cooperate.
The summoner stood. Raised her arms. Closed her eyes and pictured the Eidolon in her mind. The powerful dragon flapped its wings. Roared. “Bahamut, I summon you.”
Rydia opened her eyes. A large pillar of light engulfed the forest before her. In a brilliant flash, Bahamut appeared just as he had in her mind. He bellowed. “You called for me?”
“I did.”
“And what would you have me, the moon dragon, do?” Bahamut glanced around at the peaceful forest. “There is nothing here to fight. Nothing to kill. Do you waste my time, young human?”
“No, but you’d better not waste mine.” Rydia glared at the dragon. “You’re not here to fight or destroy anything. Not today.”
“Then what would you have me do?”
“I would have you do me.”
Bahamut’s face took on a puzzled expression. He landed. “Do you? What, what do you mean by that?”
Rydia crossed her arms. “Exactly what it sounds like. I want you-” She pointed at him. “To fuck me.” She pointed at herself. “Is that clear enough? Do I need to spell things out even more?”
“Well, I-no, I suppose not.” Bahamut leaned over the much smaller Rydia. “But, you’re rather small and fragile-”
“Please, I think I know what I can handle. I grew up in the Eidolon realm. Remember?” Rydia turned her gaze to Bahamut’s cock, coated in soft scales and ridges. “Ooh. Nice.”
“N-nice?” Bahamut, the all-powerful dragon, stammered. “W-what do you mean ‘nice’? How is this of any comfort to you?”
Rydia rolled her eyes. “What did I just tell you? I grew up in your world. My entire adolescence was spent in the company of your friends. A girl learns an appreciation for things she’s familiar with. Now shut up. You guys have done nothing but give me headaches all week. The least you can do is hoist me up by my waist, thrust me down that big cock of yours, and fuck me until I pass out.”
Bahamut seemed to grow more uncertain. “And your not worried about injury, or-”
“Do I sound concerned?”
“Well, no.”
“Then come on, big guy.” Rydia stripped off her leotard. “Assume the mating position.”
“But I’m not, that is to say, hmm.”
Her leotard off, Rydia continued to glare at Bahamut as she removed her panties. What is his problem? She eyed his cock again. Flaccid. Wonderful. She kicked her panties off. Shouted at the Eidolon before her. “What is the matter with you? A big strong dragon like you can’t get hard at the thought of taking a beautiful young maiden? What do I need to do? Dress up in a pretty pink princess dress and wait for you in a castle tower?”
“This is all just such a surprise-”
“It sure is. The way that you nearly killed me and my friends, I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance. Well, you better get hard soon, because you’re not helping my mood.”
“Maybe if I had some help?” Bahamut sounded rather meek.
“If you’re asking me to blow you, then fuck off. You’re here to do the work. Not me. Now come on. Hurry. What gets you excited?”
“Battle?”
Rydia groaned. Useless. “Okay, I suppose that does get the blood flowing.” She picked her whip up off the ground. Uncoiled it. Cracked it. “Now hold still.”
“What are you-”
Rydia cracked her whip against Bahamut’s hide. The enchanted leather burned against the dragon’s scales. “This enough of a battle for you?”
“Ow.” Bahamut hissed. “How is-ah!”
“I can do this all day, if I have to.” Rydia struck with her whip a third time and grinned. “Either you fuck me, or I use you for whipping practice.” She glared at his cock. Smirked. “Ah. Starting to get hard, I see.”
Bahamut groaned. “If you would just stop that infernal whi-ow.”
Rydia reeled her whip back for another strike. “Don’t talk back to me. Do you know how many excuses I had to make for Shiva? Do you?” She struck again. The whip cracked against Bahamut’s scales. “I summoned you here for a purpose, and you’re going to fill it. And by ‘it,’ I mean me.”
“V-very well.”
“Hmm? Ooh.” Rydia eyed Bahamut’s cock once more. It had grown rigid. Small spines protruded from the shaft. He’s finally ready. She dropped her whip. Held out her arms. Offered herself. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Bahamut rushed in. Grabbed Rydia by the arms. Hoisted her up. “If this is what you really want.”
Rydia sighed. “Don’t test my patience. I can still cast magic from here. Now either start fucking or I’ll burn you to ash.”
There was a hint of fear in Bahamut’s eyes. Rydia smiled. You know I’ll do it.
In a sudden burst of strength, Bahamut thrust Rydia downward. The summoner spread her legs. Felt the hard Eidolon cock press against her slit. Slide inside her. Bahamut then lifted her up, just high enough that only the cock’s tip remained within.
Recovered from the shock, Rydia patted Bahamut’s arm. “Good boy. Now come on, keep going. Don’t stop until I either tell you or I pass out.”
Bahamut seemed to sigh at this command, but made no argument. Rydia closed her eyes as the dragon repeated the act. She was thrust down onto Bahamut’s cock as far as her body would allow, and then lifted back up. Then down again. At first, the rhythm was slow, methodical. But as it gained speed, Rydia closed her eyes. Reveled in the feeling of being in the powerful dragon’s grasp. His cock forced its way inside. She shuddered as she felt the spines brush against her. Gasped with each thrust.
But it wasn’t enough. In between thrusts, she barked an order. “Harder.”
To her relief, Rydia didn’t have to give the order twice. The next thrust was the hardest and fastest yet. It felt as though she were on the verge of being injured, but the Eidolon seemed to know just where the boundaries lay. She panted. Writhed in Bahamut’s claws. The stress, the frustration of the past week burned away. “Fuck. Don’t stop-ah. Yes. Like that.”
Rydia spent every ounce of her strength to take Bahamut’s pounding. Her vision blurred. Bahamut’s grunts and her own shouts echoed in her ears. Sweat coated her body. The world seemed to swim around her. The feeling of pleasure grew and grew inside her until at last, she came, and shouted in primal, welcome relief. She held onto the remaining threads of consciousness in her mind. Desired to feel every last thrust. Her voice became hoarse. “More. Keep-oh. Keep going.”
The cool, damp surface of the forest pressed against Rydia’s back. She opened her eyes. Tired. Sore. Her hips and crotch ached. Dulled the pain in the rest of her body. Rydia moved a hand over her crotch. Felt spatters of dried dragon jizz. Bahamut had come after she had passed out.
Oh, that felt good. So damn good.
Rydia lay there on the grass in a pleasured daze. Waited for her strength to recover. Basked in the sensation of being fucked by one of the most powerful creatures in existence. There was little she had experienced to which it could compare. She took a deep breath. Stretched her arms. Arched her back. “Mmm. I wonder if I can teach Shiva the same lesson.”