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đŠđȘ Nascentesâ Prison Domination: FF XIV Bussy Breaking (Story)
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 12:50:02 +0000 UTC
đ NOTE: This story is set within the Final Fantasy XIV universe, weaving its lore into the Marasaja Pitâs brutal backdrop, and gives context to the piece âNascentes đ„ Femboy Cillianâ.
đ PREV CHAPTER: Chapter 01
Chapter 2: The Virginâs Blade & the Heelsâ Parade đĄïžđ
The Marasaja Pit hums with torchlight and tension, Thanalanâs sun a distant tyrant beyond the stone. Cillian kneels in his corner cell, silver hair a damp shroud over a worn sheet, trembling like a leaf in this desert hell. Once a sellsword, now a shadow of that man, his past unspools in flickersâUlâdahâs Gold Court, a glittering den of silk and sin. Heâs younger there, barely twenty summers, silver locks wild down his back, untamed as his heart. A virgin then, pure as the dunes before a storm, he grips a blade too big for his hands, calluses fresh and tender. The airâs thick with jasmine and spice, lanterns casting gold over a Miqoâte dancer named Lyssa. She sways on polished oak, tail flicking a rhythm of want, amber eyes snaring torchlight like twin flames. Her skinâs dusky gold, ears twitching as silk scarves trail her curvesâheâs a gil-poor sellsword, watching from the crowd, aching for her gaze.
She brushes past one night, tail grazing his arm, perfume curling into his lungs like a loverâs whisper.
âYouâre sweet,â
she purrs, voice a soft tease, and his cheeks blaze crimson. Too soft, too shyâwords choke in his throat like sand. Days later, a Hyur drunkard corners her behind the Court, pawing at her scarves with meaty hands. Cillianâs blade flashes, driving the bastard off, steel singing for her. She kisses his cheekâlight, fleeting, a brush of warmthâand his world spins.
âMy hero,â
she laughs, but he freezes, too timid to chase her. She fades into the neon, amber eyes a ghost that haunts him. Regret bites deepâhe takes up the blade harder, vowing to prove himself, to win a womanâs love. A Roegadynâs job promises gil and glory; he leaps at it. Itâs his ruinâalley shadows swallow him, cock tears him raw, and that virgin dream drowns in shame, birthing a buttslutâs hunger.
Nascentes looms now, a half-Roegadyn, half-Elezen titanâ7â2â of muscle kissed with Elezen grace, pointed ears sharp under sweat-slick hair. White-and-orange stripes cling tight, stretched over silicone orbs swollen like desert moons, nipples stabbing fabric like daggers. Her spider tattoo flexes as she steps close, pink eye soft, violet eye cruel, a hybrid storm of power and poise.
âDreamed of a dancer, didnât you, petal?â
she purrs, voice silk over steel, her pointed ears twitching as she leans inâRoegadyn bulk, Elezen sway. She knowsâguards whisper, or her gaze cuts to my soul.
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My breath catches, silver hair falling in my eyes. Sheâs got me nowâsilk stockings climb my legs, heelsâblack, spikedâclick on stone as she laces them tight.
âPrance for me,â
she croons, tilting a vial of ceruleum oil, blue fire kissing "Little Lady" âsnake tattoo gleaming down its knee-long girth. Her massive tits jiggle faint, a half-breedâs paradox of power and excess. She slides inâSQUISH-FWARPâair pockets popping, a queefing taunt with every thrustâFWRP-SQUELCH. đđš My bussy splits wide, shame a hot blade, but her pink eye soothes,
âGood petal.â
Pleasure floods me, drowning Lyssaâs ghostâno womanâs kiss rivals this. She snaps my chastity cage off for a bath, fingers tracing my silver mane, violet eye watching close. No privacy, just her shadow owning me.
She drags me out, heels wobbling, collarâNascentes etched in silverâgleaming at my throat. Inmates crowd the barsâHyur with a jagged scar, Lalafell with a sneer, brutes with fists like hammers.
âFâG!â
the Hyur spits, voice a whip.
âSissy cunt!â
the Lalafell growls, laughter sharp as glass.
âLook at the prancing fâg doll!â
another roars, banging iron. I stumble, face flushed, their slurs a storm of scorn. Nascentes sways behind, her Elezen grace mocking Lyssaâs dance, massive tits a taunt. SQUISH-FWARPâshe thrusts again, public now, oil dripping like starsâFWRP-SQUELCH. đđš Her rhythm builds, a storm breaking loose,âand then it hitsâshe cums, a hot flood bursting inside me. Thick, relentless, it overflows, spilling from my stretched bussy, pooling on the stone beneath in glistening streams. SQUELCH-SQUELCHâshe keeps going, climax rolling on, her pointed ears twitching with delight as her massive tits sway.
Lyssa flickers in my mindâthose amber eyes, that jasmine scent. What would she see now? Her sweet hero, heels clicking, silver hair a mess, ass leaking Nascentesâ seed before a jeering crowd.
âPathetic,â
sheâd whisper, tail flicking disdain. Shame twists, a dagger in my gut, but it flipsâheat blooms where regret once lived. I lean back, heels digging in, bussy clenching her cockâSQUISH-FWARPâembracing it. Iâm her slut now, not Lyssaâs dream. The slurs fade; the inmatesâ laughter dies. Their eyes widen, fists still, cocks hardening in their rags. Theyâre not mockingâtheyâre watching, hungry, as I take her, moaning loud, a sissy reborn.
âMine, petal,â
she purrs, nurturing steel, and I bloom under her.
The cellblockâs silent save for her final SQUELCH, cum dripping like a desert rain. She pulls out, cradling me, half-Roegadyn bulk a fortress, Elezen ears flicking as she coos,
âMy bloom.â
The inmates scatter, her power sealed. Night falls; she sleeps, massive frame sprawled on the cot, spider tattoo still. Sellsword steel flickersâa manâs ghost. I slip the heels off, heart pounding, cage clinking as I bolt. Thanalanâs dunes stretch endless, sand biting my feet, silver hair trailing like a flag of defiance. Freedomâs a cruel teaseâthen it strikes. A Sand Drake erupts from the dunes, scales glinting like rusted gil, eight feet of claw and fang. Its tail whips sand into a storm, amber eyes locking on me, roar splitting the night. My bladeâs gone, my courage dustâI cower, chastity cage rattling, silver hair plastered with sweat as its claws slash air, a whisker from my throat.
Sheâs thereâNascentes, a half-breed fury, pointed ears slicing the wind. Her prison stripes tear as she charges, "Little Lady" swinging free, a weapon in its own right. She leaps high, her spider tattoo pulsing, slamming a ceruleum-oiled fist into its snoutâCRACKâblue sparks flare, stunning it. The drake snarls, tail whipping; she dodges, Elezen grace in her spin, unleashing a flurry of kicksâTHUD-THUD-THUDâher Roegadyn might cracking scales, sand blooming with each hit. It rears, jaws snapping; she grins, violet eye cruel, hurling a net of conjured silkâshimmering, stickyâpinning its thrashing limbs. One final strikeâshe drives a jagged shiv, ripped from her cot, into its throatâSHUNKâblood sprays, a crimson rain. The beast collapses, dunes trembling, her silhouette towering over its corpse.
Iâm frozen, heels lost, cum still leaking from her last claim. She saved meâunintentional, hunting me down, but saved me still. Lyssaâs hero? A coward now, no man at all. Her pink eye softens,
âPetal,â
she purrs, dragging me back, chains of desert roses biting my wrists. In the Pit, she pins meâSQUISH-FWARPâthrusting hard, cum mixing with drake blood on the floorâFWRP-SQUELCH. đđš
âThought youâd run?â
she growls, nurturing steel. I push, I pullâmanhoodâs a lie, sissyhood my truth. Iâm thankfulâher cock, her strength, my shield. I lean inâSQUELCHâmoaning, taking it deep. No going back, just her bloom in this sand-scoured abyss.
THE END
- Written by Miss Jugg đ€
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