Little Morbol

Sunlight shone down, through the thick canopy of the Araguay Woods on this, a warm spring day. Filled with the wonders of nature, and populated with wild Chocobo and many other of God's creatures, it was the perfect place for Ciel to take a stroll after caring for the poor souls of the Trade City of Dorter.

Ciel, raised within the walls of Orbonne Monastery for these past 17 years, was happy to be outside of its walls. At the age of 19, she stands at a mere 5'4, weighing in at 115 pounds. With long, black hair and deep, jade green eyes, she's a beauty untouched by man. Clad in nothing more than the standard white hooded, red trimmed robe that was standard issue for all White Magi, she wields a Gold Staff for her own protection.

While she was raised in a strict setting, and taught to be humble, she couldn't help but enjoy the leers she got from the men in the city, it stirred something deep within her.. something she doesn't truly understand. She had never truly felt this way before.. but she pushed it from her mind, focusing on helping the poor masses, made destitute by the 50 Years War.

There was one man, though.. one fellow that she met that she got a bad feeling from. He was a brown haired, dull blue eyed man clad in worn clothing. Whenever he came near her.. a chill would run down her spine. However, as a follower of Ajora and a servant of God, she couldn't run from the man, she had to show him compassion.

But still.. when he came near.. and when he looked at her, her stomach turned. She felt scared of him.. as if he was going to harm her.. but he never did. He didn't even speak to her.. but he did stare, if just a little.

Shivering slightly, she tries to shrug it off as she keeps walking, her staff hitting the ground as she walks, using it as a kind of walking stick. She has that feeling again.. but she thinks it's just her remembering that man.. but little does she know that she's being followed. Not only by a man.. but also by a creature under that mans control.

A slight breeze kicks up, and she stops. She pulls back her hood, revealing her long, black hair. She sighs softly as she feels the wind blow through her hair. She looks upward and takes a deep breath, enjoying the nature around her. She hears a nearby shrub rustle, but she ignores it, thinking it's the wind. However, as the wind downs down, the rustling goes on. She shifts her attention on the shrub, bringing her staff up.

"Is there.. anybody there..?"

Her voice is soft and beautiful, like that of an angel, or so she's been told. There is no spoken answer.. however, there is a small cry, similar to a wounded animal. She gasps, and rushes to the shrub. Never one to ignore a wounded creature, she feels sorry for animals the most, because, unlike people, they can't seek help. She kneels down, in-front of the shrub and pushes it open. She yelps suddenly as she feels something slimy crawl up her small arms, and she pulls back out of fear, but it won't let go. She tugs a little more, out of primal fear, but she relaxes as she looks down upon the creature, seeing that it's a Morbol.

An odd creature indeed, a Morbol is a rather large, green creature with no eyes, nose or actual limbs. It's main body is pretty much just made up of a large mouth, filled with sharp, jagged fangs. To get around, feed and defend itself, it has several dozen long, muscular tentacles. It's entire form is covered in a thick slime, which helps it push itself along without falling prey to friction, which would both make it hard to move and also cause wounds.

"You poor thing! I'm sorry I tried to get away.. you just scared me."

She speaks to it as if it could understand her She reaches out with her small hands, and place them upon it's large body, her hands becoming slimy. Feeling nothing but compassion for the creature, she moves her hands around it, trying to find any form of open wounds, or sore spots that would cause it to cry out in pain. As she feels around it's body, she doesn't notice as it's long tentacles move around her body, pushing their way up under her robe.

"Does this hurt, my little fri-"

She cuts herself off by screaming as she feels the slimy tentacles moving up her young, firm, bare buttocks. She tries to pull away, but she's held in place by the tentacles around her arms, and now tentacles that have wrapped around her waist. As she tries to pull away, even more tentacles move up, under her robe and then moving up her young body.

"Wha.. what are you doing?! Stop!"

She cries out as she feels some of its tentacles reach her young breasts, wrapping around them. A few more tentacles grab her legs, and, using it's strength, it pushes her down, on her back. Pulling her legs open, a tentacle reaches down to her young pussy, and starts to rub her. She groans as she feels the strong, powerful muscle stroke her, causing her breathing to became shorter. She feels a burst of heat rush through her body, converging in her crotch. Confused by this, and scared of what might happen, she thrashes about, trying to pull herself away, but it's no use.

"Let me go! Please..!"

She pleads with the creature, only to have it answered by the sudden tearing of her robe, revealing her young, nude body. She gasps as she looks down at her naked form, four of the creatures tentacles are at her breasts. Two have wrapped around her full, firm B sized tits while another two are playing with her now erect nipples. She groans as they pull at the small, hard pieces of flesh, her cheeks and chest are a bright red, clearing showing her innocence.

Her thrashing slows as it keeps working her body, her hands have gripped the soft, green grass. She moans softly as the Morbol's tentacle at her crotch rubs against her harder, her slit becoming very slick. Not from the monsters slime, but from her own juices. She arches her back and moans loudly as its tentacle starts to push itself into her tight opening.

"Oh.. oh yes... oh God.. forgive me!"

She moans as it pushes its way deeper inside of her, brushing up against her pussy walls. One of the tentacles, which had been holding her legs open has moved to her ass, and starts to rub up against her crack. The other moves up her body, between her tits to her mouth. As she moans, it pushes its way into her small, open mouth, and she gags suddenly. Her small hands move up to the tentacle, wrapping her small fingers around its bulk, trying to pull it out. As this goes on, the tentacle, which has been running along her ass crack, has started to push its way inside of her.

She suddenly gives a muffled scream as she closes her eyes. As tears start to well up, blood starts to trickle out of her pussy as the tentacle within her is pushed in deeply. Her hymn, her innocence, has been broken.. but it also seems that her anus has also been impaled.

She feels an immense, burning pain in both her anus and crotch as her lower half is lifted off the ground. The tentacles within her lower body start to pump her, and the pain starts to lessen. Soon, she starts to moan around the tentacle in her mouth as a primal, sexual urge deep within her is awakened. She starts to run her small tongue around the tip of the tentacle as it releases her breasts. However, moments after this, it's tentacles move back to her breasts, pushing them together. It then starts to pump her mouth, tit fucking her in the process.

Her jade green eyes open slowly, looking down at the tentacle that's pumping her tits, and her small hands move to her nipples. She places her small fingers around them, and pinches them like the creature had done just a little while ago. She moans softly as she feels something building inside of her, her moans grow louder as the tentacles keep pumping her. Suddenly, her body spasms and she screams, her very first orgasm rushes through her body, nearly crippling her. Her juices explode from her pussy as her inner walls spasm around the tentacle, but it keeps pumping her. She moans louder as the beast keeps fucking her, she can feel another orgasm start to build in her.

With a sudden shift, the Morbol stops its pumping and twists its tentacles, turning her upside down. As it lowers her small body to the ground, it pulls its tentacle from her mouth, but not without a fight from Ciel. With her chest on the ground, she grasps the grass, breathing heavy, moaning softly as she pushes her hips back, trying to fuck the tentacles.

"Please.. more.. please..."

She begs in a small voice as she wiggles her little ass in the air, her jucies running down her body.

"Maybe you should give the girl what she wants, my little Morbol."

Comes a voice as a shadow falls on Ciel, causing a chill to run down her spine. A sense of dread pulses through her body as she looks up..

"Oh God... no..."

She whimpers as she sees the figures face. There's a slight chuckle, and then the figure kneels down, placing a dirty hand on her head. She struggles, wanting to get away from him.. this man that she didn't like to be near in Dorter.

"You never thought such a poor, dirty peasant like myself would be able to make you break your vows to God, did you? You're all the same, you think you're doing a service by showing people like me 'compassion' when all you're really doing is showing how arrogant you are by giving us that pile of Chocobo shit you call a religious mantra about how God loves us."

The man says as he strokes her long, silky black hair, causing her to tremble. He grabs a hold of said hair, and pulls her up, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Come on.. aren't you going to defend your God? Aren't you going to tell me that it hasn't forsaken us all?"

He asks in a demanding tone, but all she does is whimper. Obviously angered by this, he lets go of her hair and pushes her head down, pressing her face into the grass.

"Little bitch. Even now you act like you're too good to even be near me. I'll just have to punish you for your arrogance."

With that said, he pulls his worn, gray pants down and reveals his long, stiff cock. He grabs her hair again and pulls her face toward it, causing her to struggle against him.

"No.. please.. no!"

She cries out, and he smiles, pleased that he's getting some reaction out of her. He places his cock on her pink lips, and looks at his Morbol. With a nod from its master, it starts to pump her pussy and ass, causing her breasts to sway. She brings her arms up and places her elbows on the ground for support, trying to lessen the pain she feels from the tight grip her would be rapist has on her hair. She tries to hold off a moan, because she knows that, the moment she opens her lips, he'll force his way into her mouth.