HEXATONA'S PROFILE

Ruin Exploration Diary Entry 27

[i]Once again, I've been relagated to the role of pack mule.  As soon as Raine saw the ruins, she got that look, unceremoniously dumped her things on me, and ran off.

She seems particularly excited today.  She's been excited at the prospect of finding this place all week.  I just wish she would get some of the other guys to come and join her on these journeys.  I'm sure I can get Marta to bully Emil into doing it.

This place is creepy.  The man in Luin who told us about this place said it was a relic from the time when demons roamed.[/i]

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It was getting hot outside.  Genis finished writing in his journal, stached it in his pack once more, and surveyed the grounds.  The valley was choked with sand.  What wasn't covered with sand was blown into unnatural smooth shapes.  And all along the walls of the close valley were dotted small openings.  As the wind played over the holes, hellish melodious piping filled the air.

Looming over the valley was a strange, monumental Pyramidal structure.  The base was a piramid, but near the apex it ceased narrowing, and expanded once again until there was another complete inverted pyramid.  It seemed impossible.  Was there magic involved with the construction?  Materials of incredible properties?  Like a great hourglass, it lorded over this realm of sand.

Generally he tried to stay out of Raine's way on these expediations, but he was feeling unwelcome out here.  He dragged their packs behind a large rock.  He was fairly certain nobody would ever show up here, but once he'd gone skinny dipping in the lake near his house and Lloyd had taken his clothes.  Always pays to be safe.

Entering the wide opening, he followed the dust tracks his sister had left behind.  He thought there would mostly be long, narrow corridors, but the interior was mostly comprised of a few large rooms, and a lot of stairs.

"Hey, Sis?  You there?" Genis called out.  No echo, just a thick silence.  No, not total silence, there was still...  the melodic piping.  Barely audible, he could still hear it from the outside.

As he walked the path left by his sister, it was like a catalogue of all the important aspects of each room.  Seemingly inconsequential items seemed to have grabbed her attention.  A broken shard of pottery, a fallen piece of pillar, one particular pictograph on a wall of pictographs.  One thing seemed very odd to him, though.

In this particular room, there was a monolithic tomb-like object she had not investigated.  Had she even seen it?  It was rare for her to pass up something like this when she was in Ruin Mode.  He wanted to see it for himself.  But he hesitated, standing in the dustry footprints of his sister.  As he made to walk towards it, it felt as though a tether was growing taut, holding him to the path.  Steeling himself, he took his first step towards the Monolith.  And as he did so, he could feel that tension break, and he was completely alone with it like the world had fallen away.

He walked around it, observing the sharp lines of it.  It seemed too sharp, as though time had left it alone for these countless eons.  While he was circling, he could have sworn he felt a slight breeze for just a moment - like a cool breath.  He stepped back, puzzled, and moved his hands and face around trying to find it again.

There.  At the lid of the monolith, which faced the wall just opposite, it seemed just a few millimetres open, and the cool air was coming from it. 

And there was a sound as well.  Was it the piping from outside, reaching in here?  Was there some hole to the outside too small to see?  No...  It wasn't piping.  It sounded like... talking?  Was that it?  It was barely the shadow of an echo of speech.  He couldn't even be sure it wasn't his imagination.

He wasn't sure why he did what he did next.  Later, he could not remember having the thought to do so.  It was as though his body was acting on some impulse from beyond his own mind.  Or, was that simply trying to justify the unjustifiable?

In the moments between thought, Genis' hand reached out and tried to pull open the lid.

Easily, too easily, the lid opened with utter silence and swung wide.  Thin, listless black smoke poured from the opening like water.  He was frozen.  His mind had stopped, hanging expectantly for something.  His hand remained outstretched, motionless mere inches from the cloud of liquid smoke.

And a slender, smooth hand reached out of it, grasping his hand like iron.

A young woman's voice issued forth from the cloud, "Well well well, we shouldn't go poking our noses in places it doesn't belong, should we, little boy?"

And what stepped out of the cloud stopped his heart.  It was Presea...  But presea would never dress like that.

Wait...  no.  It wasn't Presea.  It looked like her, but it wasn't the same.  Presea had cool, kind eyes and a soft smile.  This woman, her eyes were mischivous and cruel, and her smile was wicked.  They both had pigtails, but this woman's hair was darker, like blood.  And it was shorter.

But her body, her prodigious strength - it was so uncannily like Presea his heart began to flutter.

She was dressed in almost nothing.  Leather straps, a leather collar with a ring, long thigh high boots - and a style that reminded him of bats.

Then, he noticed her ears.  They were pointed - was she an elf, or half-elf?  This knowledge was doing even more confusing things to this already fluttering heart.

Then, he noticed...

"A - A tail!?  And...  Wings!"  He stammered out, finally.

She smirked and replied, "Finally got around to those, huh?  I would have thought you were a bit slow, but I saw you being distracted from...  the rest of me."  She was a head taller than him, and looked down on him with the smirk on her face.

"N-n-n-no!  I mean sorry!  I mean-" he began to say, but she pressed her finger from her other hand firmly against his lips.

"You know...  I was going to curse you for trying to enter my room.  But you're kind of cute.  I think I have other plans for you."

"Who - who are you?  What are you?" he said, trying to pull away but his hand was trapped like a vice.

"My name?  Isn't it rude to ask someone else's name without introducing yourself first?" She asked, tilting her head.

"My n-name?  Oh.  Oh!  It's Genis.  Genis Sage."

"Well, Genis Sage, my name is Etna.  And I'm a Demon."

"A Demon!" He shouted, "But I thought all the demons were sealed away still!"

"Hmm?" she had a puzzled look on her face, and then turned to look off to the side with a far-off look in her eyes for a moment before turning back to look at him.  "Oooh, I see.  Completely unrelated demons, as it turns out.  Looks to me like this door used to go somewhere, but then the connection got severed and now this end is just swinging through netherworlds."

"Yeah.  So um...  sorry.  About, umm, calling you?  I guess?" he said, with a nervous laugh.

"Oh, you're not getting off that easily.  Hmm hmm hmm..." she laughed, her smile turning devilishly wicked.

"Why are you laughing?"

"What, you never heard of a double entendre?"  She sighed and rolled her eyes.  "Nevermind, you are a slow kid.  But, I like them young and dumb."

Unceremoniously, she pushed him over and crawled on top of him.  Her face pressed close to his.  Her finger pressed from his chin and down his chest, but her eyes never left his.

Sudden realization dawned on Genis.  "Oh.  Oh!  No, wait!  We can't!  Do this...  My sister, she's here too.  She could show up at any moment!"

"Well then," she began with her hot breath pouring over his neck like a predator waiting to bite, "You'll just have to be quiet."

"And, and...  I've never...  You know," he said, blushing, and shutting his eyes in embarrassment.

This seemed to rile her up even more.  "Oh my, this just keeps getting better.  I'd better give you the works then."  She licked the side of his neck and bit his earlobe harshly.  He cried out in pain, but also felt something stirring in his body.  He could not stop himself from seeing Presea above him instead of this demon.  He could not stop thinking about Presea doing these things to him.

Etna dug her leg into him, and she pulled away from his neck and smiled, "Atta boy!"

Like a snake, she coiled herself around him and down his body.  Her nails dragged across his neck, his chest, his stomach...

"Agh!" he cried out.

"Shh!" she snapped.  "Here's your first order:  No noise!  Every time you make a sound, until I say otherwise, I'll draw blood.  Got it?"

He almost said yes, but a quick look at her as she hovered over his stomach told him she was waiting for that kind of slip up.  He simply nodded, and clamped his mouth shut.

"Hmm hmm, good boy."

With terrifying force, she gripped the rim of his pants and snapped them open and almost tearing them.

When she saw his underwear, she seemed puzzled.  Then sudden realization dawned on her.  "Oh right, you people are ashamed of your bodies and hide them.  Do you like my body, Genis?"  As she asked him, she slid a single clawed finger over his underwear, delicately slicing it open.

With some trepidation, he nodded, his breath quickening.

"Hmm, looks like you do." she said, smiling down at his erect member.  With surprising sensualness, she grabbed it with her hand, and dragged her hot, slick tongue from the base to the tip.  Her tongue was so long, it seemed to go forever.

He groaned in pleasure, which earned him a quick slice across his side.  He wanted to cry out, but held himself in check, barely.

Etna leaned on her elbow, admiring his sex throbbing in her hand with hunger in her eyes.  "See?  This is why I like em young."

Slowly, she started moving her hand up and down, and Genis thought he would go mad.  She smirked at his reaction, and, her eyes never leaving his, she began to caress his balls with her tongue.

The urge to cry out was overwhelming, but he dug his nails into his palms hard.

"Do you want me to...  suck on it, Genis?"

He gave her a desperate, questioning look.  "You have permission to speak."

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

"I want you to say, 'I want you to suck me cock, Etna.'"

He whispered, "I want you to suck my c-cock, Etna."

"Louder, Genis."

A little louder, "I want you to suck my cock, Etna."

"Beg me to do it."

"Please, Etna.  Please, such my cock."

And before he could finish, her lips were wrapped around his sex.  Quickly and without mercy, she was down the length of him, tongue coiled around and stroking like an eel.

He cried out then, again.  A loud, deep groan of pleasure.  For his insolence, he got another clean cut on each of his buttocks from her stinging fingers gripping him there.

He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't and cried out from the painful pleasure.  Her fingers drew two more merciless lines right over the cuts.

He slapped both hands over his mouth and shut his eyes hard.  Her firm lips were like holding him so tightly it was like an iron ring two sizes too small forcing itself onto him.  And the sensation of her long slick tongue was indescribable.  In moments, he could feel himself building.  He didn't know what to do.  With desperation in his eyes, he looked down to her again.

She seemed to already know, however.  At the moment of his release, she slammed herself down against his stomach and held him more tightly than he'd ever thought possible.  In a hot explosion, he poured down her throat with seemingly unending bursts of pleasure.

She stayed there, taking it all, looking up at him with her red eyes always on him, relishing in his every pained movement and the agony of being unable to make a single noise.

When his sex finally quieted, she uncoiled her tongue and released him.  Long strands of saliva still joined his member and her lips when she came up to him and kissed him fiercely.

"Well, how was that, stud?  You can speak."

"Oh my god.  That was... That was indescribable," he panted breathlessly.

"Well, while you recharge...  My turn."

"What do you- Mph!?" he started, but before he could finish what he was saying, she crawled over him and sat on his face.  Her legs, smooth as milk but strong as iron, held his head utterly immobile while her sex ground into his mouth.

He didn't know how to describe it.  It was incredibly wet and slick.  This smell, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, but it was intoxicating.  It tasted sour and electric.

"Do a good job, boy, or you'll regret it," she said, looking down on him imperiously.

He didn't know what to do, but his body seemed to have some natural instinct and he tentatively began to explore her with his lips.

Her hips jerked for a moment, and she began to breathe heavily.  "Yeah, you got it," she panted.

Slowly, he became more sure and daring.  With some movements, she did not move.  But every once in a while her hips would shudder and clench his head even harder.  "Uhnn, yesss...  Yes, Genis.  And your tongue.  Use your tongue!"

He cautiously moved his tongue along her sex, causing her to shudder once more.  But then, he slipped inside her sex and her back arched and she gasped sharply for air.  At once, one of her hands gripped his head, her legs almost crushed his skull, and her tail coiled around one of his legs.

"Yes!  Fuck, yes!  Don't you dare fuckin' stop!  Hnnng, yes!"

She started grabbing her breasts over her thin leather top.  Her face was red and her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.  Warm fluid was smearing all over his face as his lips and tongue explored her completely.

Without warning, she ripped open her top, grabbed Genis' hand and brought it up to her breast.  The moment he started to grab it, she cried out once more.

He caressed it gently, feeling the unbelievably smooth skin.  Her hips were constantly shivering now, but once his fingers danced over her small, pink tip, she groaned long and deep, and fell forward.  Her hips here trembling so thunderously now he thought his face might cave in.

"Oh...  Oh fuck.  Genis.  That was...  Hah.  Hah.  Oh my..."

She rolled off of him once she regained control of her body.

With angry passion she crawled on top of him again, and gripped his shirt.  "You.  Will.  Fuck.  Me.  Now!" she said through gritted teeth, mindless ecstasy filling her eyes.  She ripped apart his shirt like it was wet paper, pinned his arms above his head, and straddled him.  While she hungrily pressed her lips and tongue across his mouth, neck, and chest, she also gripped his sex once more and steadied it under her.

"You have my permission to scream," she said breathlessly, thrusting him inside her.

In unison, caution to the wind, the both cried out.  One look into each other's eyes, and she released his hands.  Hers explored every part of his body her lips could not, and his gripped her petite ass and forced it on himself again and again.

He could feel nothing and everything all at once.  The sensations of his body were unlike anything he could even imagine were possible.  He was utterly mindless and beastlike.  For what seamed like hours, they were like a single being of pain, joy, lust, and ecstasy.

Her petite breasts were moving before his face and he could not stop himself from grabbing one with his hand, and the other into his mouth.  Etna made a short gasping cry, which turned into a deep moan when he pulled on each nipple with his fingers and teeth.

He no longer imagined Presea above him.  Presea could never be Etna.  She could never do these obscene things to him, not like this.  He felt incredible, he felt powerful.  Watching himself thrust into Etna, seeing her now vulnerable face looking into his - this was a special connection beyond anything he knew was possible.

Their movements suddenly turned even more fierce.  Genis could tell his body was flying beyond his level of endurance, but he could not stop.  He would not stop.  He never wanted to stop.

"Etna!  I'm!  I'm going to!" he shouted.

At that moment, she kissed him hot and hard.  Her hands held the back of his head firmly, and her legs and tail wrapped themselves around him so there was no escape.

Together, they screamed as he exploded once more inside her.  Endless pulses of pleasure thundered from inside him, flowing into her.  Their bodies pressed together as though they were expecting to merge and become one being.  For almost a full minute, he could feel himself emptying into her.  She held herself firmly against him, shaking.

When the pulses stopped, when her shaking stopped, she lay panting above him, draped across his chest, limp.  Finally, and with great effort, she looked into his eyes once more with something close to love within them.  Through panting breaths, they kissed, gently, as though discovering themselves again for the first time, with new eyes.

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It was night now.  He was outside, and the night had long fallen.  The wind had not ceased, and neither had the melodious piping.  He had set up camp for him and Raine.  A small fire burned before him, which he lazily poked.

His body felt changed, somehow.  It was different, though he could not say in what way.  It was light.  There were things that were gone, and new things in their place he could not yet understand.

But he liked it.  He could hear her voice on the wind now, the piping was forever changed to him.

She was long gone, now.  In her place, she had given him a tiny silver spear that could fit in his hand.  She had told him, "When I need to find you again.  Or you need to find me."  Staring at it, he could not help but see the curves of her body laid before him once more.

Behind him, he could hear footsteps crunching through the sand.  He quickly hid the spear in his bag.

"Sorry, Genis.  I really didn't mean to be in there so long.  It was just so incredibly fascinating!  You know, I think there really might have been a civilization of demons, or at least a civilization that worshipped - GENIS!?  What happened to your clothes!?" she suddenly yelled as she walked past the rocks and entered the circle of firelight.

Looking down upon himself, he only now realized he had not cleaned himself, or changed his clothes.

"Uuuuhhhh..."


Fin.