Last Stand

A darkened room... in the dim light, a figure can be seen laying upon a long bed, her long, teal hair fanned out upon a pillow, stray strands laying against her small, delicate arms which rise above her head and seem to be bound at the wrist upon a headboard. She's dressed merely in a short, off white dress, slitted along the sides to allow for even better freedom of movement.

"Mmm..."

She starts to stir, moaning softly due to her coming from a long, deep sleep. Her groggy eyes slowly open and refuse to focus on the world around her. She tries to move those long, delicate arms... and finds that they are, indeed bound. A rush of fear fills the young Pegasus Knight as the dreamy state she was just in is ripped away, reality slapping her hard in the face...

She was in the middle of a battle upon the Dread Isle, Valor. With a group lead by the Lords Eliwood, Hector and Lady Lyndis, she waged war against Nergal, a man that wished to gain power through the harvesting of Quintessence. She had dismounted from her Pegasus and just gotten through dispatching a creature known as a Morph, a being created by Nergal that was given the physical skills needed to be a Swordmaster. It was easy, really... the creature was no match for her skill with a lance.

It had fallen to the grass below her feet, crumbling to dust... and when she turned, another was before her. It had the face of a woman but the body... it was flat in the chest, but the crotch was smooth... it seemed more gender neutral..

"Such magnificent Quintessence."

It spoke in a decidedly feminine voice. The woman's eyes narrowed, her lance twirled about, ready to strike.

"You're one of them, aren't you?"

She spoke to it, a bit unnerved by the hollow beauty of those golden orbs within its artificial skull. It looked to be unarmed... no weapons in sight... not even a magical Tome. But.. no wait! There, behind it... a Staff is attached to its belt.

"A Magi then? I wonder what form of Staff it is..."

The woman's mind raced. Healing... or Status... most likely Status. Very few Morphs have been seen using healing Staves...

"I am a Morph... Master Nergal has instructed me to gather Quintessence for him... and yours is so beautiful. I must have it."

"I'll not allow myself to die... not here... and not to a such a lowly creature!"

The woman howled and launched herself into an attack, her lance ready, willing and able to rip into this Morphs artificial insides. But, like many of the Magi following, this Morph had speed and because its artificial, it was even faster than those of the flesh. So it was no surprise when this feminine abomination dodged the Ilian beauties attack with grace... but it was a surprise when the creatures grabbed hold of the lances shaft. With a quick movement and a show of inhuman power, the woman, caught off guard, was whipped around with her weapon before being tossed to the ground and the lance ripped from her hands.

The creature then turned on its heel with ease and, as she was scrambling to get up, it tossed the lance like a Javelin behind her... it was almost as if it was trying to get her to go for it...

And, like a fool, she turned like a rookie and made a desperate run for it...

"Such flawed creatures you are..."

The voice called... and before the woman knew it, she felt a wave of warmth pass over her as her eyes grew heavy.

"Sleep... Sta....ff..."

The womans mind echoed as her delicate, graceful figure slowed, her limbs becoming heavy... and within moments it all went black...

And now she finds herself here. She was, no doubt captured by that Morph that put her to sleep. But why? Did it not say that it wanted her Quintessence? If this was the case, why not just kill her while she slept and be done with it? Maybe... maybe she's going to be...

Her eyes widen as as the thought of torture crosses her mind...

... and so she struggles and bucks against whatever binds her, her hair whipping about madly. She cries out in both fear and pain as the ropes... or whatever it is that's holding her bites into her pale skin. However, her small body can't handle this for very long and she collapses, her small, delicate chest rising and falling quickly as she pants. Her wrists are sore and, as she calms down, a warm feeling is felt as it runs down her right arm.

"You have hurt yourself."

Calls that feminine voice from the darkness and those blue eyes widen with shock. The sound of a sole pair of boots come ever closer to the bound Knight of Ilia... and a new rush of fear fills the defenseless woman on the bed. She renews her struggles against her bonds, but it's not long before pain shoots through her wrists, tears born of pain, fear and frustration run down those delicate cheeks of her beautiful face.

"It is... irrational that you would struggle, despite the pain you feel. Does it not make more sense to cease your futile actions?"

The sound of these boots come to an end, just at the foot of the bed. The fallen Sky Rider stops her struggling, the pain she feels from her dual bleeding wrists is too much for her to bear. She feels movement coming from below and when she looks down, she's greeted by the face of that unholy creature... the one who put her to sleep.

It's golden eyes stare at her, the hollowness sending renewed chills down her spine, just as they did when she first saw them. It grows ever closer to her. and then it comes to a halt, it straddling her wide hips, legs on either side. Its head cocks to one side as it stares at the fear filled eyes of the woman below her, it can feel her slight trembling.

"Such beauty should not be tainted by tears..."

The creature says softly before leaning forward, its face coming within inches of the womans. It extends a surprising warm, pink tongue that softly licks her trembling cheeks, laping up her tears. After a brief pause, the raven haired being, moves up her fragile body slowly, to her bound and bleeding wrists.

"Your blood... it flows so freely. Have you ever tasted it? Those with a strong Quintessence... their blood is exquisite... just as I am sure yours will be."

That pink muscle flicks out as its hands move up, pulling away the ropes. It licks the blood from her pale skin before licking at the tender wounds, causing cries of pain to escape the slightly painted red lips of the teal haired woman under the creature. She tries to struggle, but the abomination holds her still, it possess physical strength beyond anything the woman has ever experienced.

"Ahh! Please, let me go!"

The woman cries out, her voice is broken and tainted with fear. Fresh tears begin to flow from her eyes and she sobs lightly. The creature stops its licking and slips down her body, their faces coming within inches of one another for a second time.

"As I have told you, Master Nergal wishes to have your Quintessence... and I will obey my creator. However... he is in no true hurry to have it, and he has allowed me to prepare you for the harvest. I shall take pleasure in my task, my lovely Fiora."

The creature leans in and kisses Fiora, its delicate tongue running over her quivering, unwilling lips. She tries to pull her head away, but a strong hand holds her gorgeous face in place by a cheek, another strong hand slipping up its body to a belt. It unsheathes a dagger, not 8 inches long, but razor sharp... and then it pulls itself away from Fiora's face, holding the blade up.

"No... no! Please... don't..."

Fiora begs softly, the fear of death rushing through her fragile form. The eyes of the creature show no emotion as it slips down her figure, the dragger coming to rest just below Fiora's neck, at the very top of her dress. The hand upon her cheek moves down, grabbing the material of her dress... and a quick thrust is issued...

The dagger, now lodged within the dress itself is pulled down slowly as this golden eyed creature moves down her body. The nude form of Fiora is slowly revealed... her somewhat small, but perfectly formed breasts, topped with small, but hardening nipples, due to the coolness of the chamber are partially hidden under the cut up halves of her now ruined clothes.

Once the dagger reaches the bottom the blade coming within inches of her vaginal opening, the weapon is moved up to Fiora's left arm and, with a quick slash, the left sleave is cut open. The right sleave is also cut open, just as it's counterpart.. and with its work done, the dagger is thrown aside. Those strong bands reach down to her chest and pull away the ruined dress, finally exposing her breasts and panty covered mound to the cool air of the chamber.

"Lovely Fiora, you have a magnificent body. It will be such a pleasure to partake of you."