Last Duty
#1 of Final Fantasy/Ronso
"Last Duty" * * *
Kelk Ronso X Kimahri Ronso
The cavern greeted Kimahri Ronso with a powerful burst of cold wind as he made his way from the ruins in Zanarkand back to his home in the peaks of Mt. Gagazet. The Ronso's warm, golden eyes peered up at the gaping hole in the side of the crevice as he walked in. The snow was blurring the view, as a blizzard was moving in. A peaceful calm, he thought it to be. Sin was finally dead. The people of Spira could now rejoice that their terrible spiral of death was now ended, but still, the Ronso's heart hung low. Being in this place, he could still hear Seymour's laughter. The man responsible for the deaths of powerful Ronso, including the Maester: Kelk Ronso had confronted him here. And even though they had defeated him, even though they were too strong, the echoes of that past would haunt him for the rest of his days. Kimahri stepped toward the hole and looked out, letting the wind hit him he closed his eyes, hearing the laughter again, hearing his clansmen cry in pain as they were slaughtered one by one. The Ronso couldn't stand the pressure anymore and stabbed the butt of his lance deep into the thick snow letting out a bellowing roar so loud that he could hear the echoes across the peaks far away. When he opened his eyes again, he felt a slight stinging sensation on his left paw, he looked to see a trail of blood slithering its way down the staff and into the snow it was planted in. The Ronso released his grip rather painfully from the weapon and looked at it. He had clenched his fists so hard that his claws actually penetrated his palm, the four puncture wounds peered back at him as he sighed a bit and moved out of the winds, lapping gently at the salt flavored warmth that came from him. Kimahri seated himself at the back of the cave, which to him was a surprise how comfortable it felt. He had not really relaxed in hours, days even. Even his friend Wakka had mentioned how stiff he seemed at the reception of the new High Summoner: Yuna. His mind wandered though, back to his clansmen who had been killed. Ronso at the reception had mentioned that Biran had survived, but that he was terribly injured. After years of being on top of everything, Kimahri supposed even the mighty Biran could not die. As the cool air came against him more he closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort it brought with it. Kimahri sighed softly and leaned back against the rock-face he was sitting next to, he could not help but feel a strain in his loincloth from the feel of being able to relax after ten years. The pain in his palm seemed to fade as he rubbed the slightly rough fabric of his garb, and he all but purred at the feel of even his own paw to his thighs. Shifting his weight a bit, he was able to unstrap the cloth over his member and remove it. He sighed softly as he ran his right paw up his chest, feeling across his fur and nipples as his left went down to stroke lightly at his balls and already expanding shaft the warmth of it compared to the rest of the room made his fur seem to raise on his back. Stroking his cock, he felt it throbbing in his paw, the sensation went running through him like something he had forgotten long ago, and he let out an audible sigh, pre-cum spurted hard out against his chest and stomach as he stroked, using it to lube his ascent and decent. Running his other finger through the small puddle on his stomach, he brought it up to his lips and licked it off with a rough tongue. He groaned softly as he returned his finger to the puddle and moistened it again. But this time, he lowered his fingers past his balls and began to tease his tail with it. Panting softly at the feel he let his fingers penetrate his warm ass. He closed his eyes and turned his face away a bit almost on the verge of howling like a wolf. He probed deeper as his stroking began to quicken. "An odd place for such a pleasure." An all too familiar voice sounded out, causing Kimahri to shake from his dreamy state and jump to his feet. He was almost astounded by who met his eyes. Kelk Ronso, one of the four Maesters of Yevon stood before him. He seemed to have walked into the cavern from the mouth leading toward their home. Even as an unsent, Kelk stood proud before Kimahri, his eyes glistened with wisdom and his fingers lightly frayed through his white moustache as he smiled at the naked Ronso. "You really do not have much shame, do you Kimahri Ronso?" He asked softly. "M-Maester Kelk Ronso..." Kimahri stuttered, surprised. "Kimahri was not expecting..." "To see me again?" Kelk smiled softly and nodded. "Not like a Ronso to leave his kinsfolk behind without a farewell. And please, I am no longer a Maester of Yevon... not much of a point if there is no Yevon, is there?" "Kimahri apologizes." Kimahri said, almost cursing himself for not being more articulate with such a great warrior. Kelk put up a hand. "No need to apologize. Kimahri Ronso, you were one of my best students and a great follower of my teachings, were you not?" Kimahri nodded a bit as Kelk approached, almost unsure what to expect. Then was reminded rather abruptly that he was still naked by the feel of Kelk's firm paw clenching to his cock. Kimahri gasped and blushed a bit, turning his head away. Kelk turned his head back with a gentle touch. Though older, Kelk still stood a whole foot and a half taller than the younger Ronso. "What does Kelk wish of Kimahri?" Kimahri asked softly. Kelk smiled a bit and kissed Kimahri gently on the lips. "To give my best student a final lesson, perform my final duty as your teacher." Almost as if his clothes were unfastened already, Kelk removed his robe and loincloth; letting them fall to the snow around his ankles. His nude form was certainly nothing to scoff at. It was still well built, with several small patches of gray and white in the fur. His cock-fur was a lightening blue, almost gray as it gave a bit of a portrait to his member. Full and proudly erect it was surprisingly thick and heavy as it crossed with Kimahri's own. Kimahri was shocked that Kelk felt this way, he found his paws wandering over the older Ronso's muscled shoulders, down his sides and over his rump as they pressed together, each licking the other's neck, giving light nips to each other every few moments, Kimahri lowered his gaze a bit at the impressive meat pressed against him, he began to make his way toward it, his tongue sliding along Kelk's chest and nipples, down past his abs and running his nose through the cock-fur as his tongue made contact with the warm, firm shaft. His tongue curled around Kelk's balls, feeling them full and heavy as the older Ronso let out a gasp of enjoyment, his paws in Kimahri's hair as he licked his way along the salty shaft that dripped on occasion. Letting his lips touch the head and engulf the throbbing erection in one swift move. Kelk's grip firmed up as he humped instinctively into the warm maw of the other Ronso, his balls slapped uncontrolled against Kimahri's chin as the Ronso swallowed every inch he could fit. His head bobbed back and forth as Kelk responded with his own thrusting, spurts of pre splashed along Kimahri's tongue giving his taste buds a treat. His paws worked along the firm elder Ronso's ass and thighs as he throbbed and ate almost viciously. After a few moments, Kelk gripped against Kimahri's shoulders, pulling him to his feet, he looked the younger Ronso in the eyes and pulled him in for a rather passionate kiss. They embraced, their muscles flexing together as they kissed, their tongues entwined and Kimahri felt Kelk's paw firmly against the small of his back. After a moment they broke the kiss. "Please, allow Kimahri to give Kelk Ronso pleasure." Kimahri said groping the older Ronso with a knowing glance. Kelk smiled softly as he almost abruptly turned Kimahri around and pressed his chest against the Ronso's back. His cock slid along the crevice in Kimahri's rump as he leaned his maw up and nibbled his ear. Kimahri gave a groan of submission and was almost immediately pushed to the ground on all fours. Kimahri raised his tail away, exposing his ass and pink hole. As Kelk lowered himself on top of Kimahri, he felt his chest against the Ronso's harness and leaned forward, pressing his cock hard and firmly against the tail. They both let out a sigh and pant of pleasure as Kelk slowly made his way in. It was a bit painful at first, but Kimahri gripped the ground and enjoyed the penetration, then a soft pop was felt between the both of them as Kelk's shaft suddenly made its way deep inside Kimahri. Kimahri groaned low, closing his eyes and leaning back into Kelk's firm thrusts, his hair fell over his shoulders as Kelk reached his full length inside his student filling his cavity to capacity. As Kelk retracted himself and thrusted again, Kimahri panted, he felt his own balls suddenly getting a strong urge to release, as the cock hit his prostate they seemed to cry out again as they shifted, sending pre pouring out in a trickle into the snow. Small bits of steam rising from their impact. Kelk began to thrust harder, and faster, the clenching of the edging orgasm in Kimahri's ass was giving him good leverage, and his pre was soaking the Ronso's interior as he felt it trickling out and wetting his own balls. "Kelk must come in Kimahri..." Kimahri groaned loudly. "That I will..." Kelk answered with a pleasing grunt. "That I will very soon..." Almost as if on cue, Kimahri pressed his ass back hard against the other Ronso's crotch and roared out loudly suddenly firing ropes of heavy Ronso seed all over his chest and muzzle as he had suddenly gone over the top. The tight clenches in the coming Ronso's ass caused Kelk to grip it tight and roar himself, suddenly releasing his potent seed rather violently into Kimahri. Leaning forward and clenching Kimahri's soaked chest, Kelk bit extremely hard into his student's shoulder letting a bit of blood escape its prison. His sweet, hot fluid began pouring out of Kimahri's ass and all over the ground below them. From all the escaping heat, the snow seemed to cause a good fog about them. Their bodies flexed hard and relaxed after a few moments. Kimahri panted heavily, feeling the warm embrace of his teacher. "Kelk must go now?" He asked after a bit. Kelk gently pulled his cock out of Kimahri and upon turning him over, layed on his chest; looking at him, he gave a nod. "I must go where I am needed... it's no longer in Spira." Kimahri chuckled a bit, knowing his own feelings didn't matter, he merely gave Kelk a nod and a strong smile. "Kelk is... very good... Ronso..." He said. Kelk laughed and gave Kimahri a kiss on the nose. "The student becomes the teacher." He said as he began to fade lightly, pyreflies beginning to fly from his form. "Do not forget me, Kimahri Ronso, I'll always be around." Kimahri felt Kelk's weight lift off him slowly until there was nothing. He then sat up and looked around at the breaking storm outside he stood, gathering his clothes and putting them on. He walked over to where his lance was jutted into the snow and looked out over the clearing horizon. "Kimahri never forget." He said, taking the lance in his hand and walking away. THE END