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"Biran the Summoner"

Kilika Temple seemed abnormally quiet; following the defeat of Sin, not many worshippers visited the temples anymore. The years since, vines from the surrounding jungles had begun to encroach upon the ancient temple. They'd twined themselves around the statues of former summoners, each of whom Biran Ronso recognized from the many stories of his youth. Many old priests of Yevon had been excommunicated, but those zealous enough to continue to pray tended to visit the more populous temple in Bevelle. The muscled Ronso approached the door leading into the temple and pressed the palms of his hands against it, pushing forward. He growled as showers of pollen and dust fell down across his head and made him sneeze. He took a step back to wipe his eyes out and stood staring at the door. It had been quite thoroughly sealed, but nothing would beat back a Ronso's strength. He had been summoned here for a purpose and he would see that purpose fulfilled.

With a furious roar he slammed his foot into the crease between the doors and they exploded inward, making a loud, echoing crash as they about fell apart hitting the limits of their swing. Biran thought nothing of it as he brushed the dust off his shoulders and looked inside.

There was nothing inside the temple to illuminate the passage, only the filtering of sunlight at the warrior's back that was mostly full of dust particles floating into the old building as everything fell still. Dusk was the best placement of the sun as it faced the temple entrance perfectly, but as he made his way to the bottom of the steps, he realized that the sun did not extend into the temple interior. "Yenke? Where are you?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder to see the dark haired lion following just behind him. "Biran not see a thing."

"Biran not remember how to illuminate? Yenke help." He said as he came down the steps slowly behind the other warrior and placed his hand on the wall.

There was a soft dinging noise that echoed through the room as lights began to illuminate outward from Yenke's hand, filling the corridor, then up to the ceiling with an almost-sunlit brilliance. The room did not appear any better than Biran had expected it; debris from neglect had piled on the floor from up above, leaving minute holes in the dome above the main room, the stairs leading up to the room of trials and the summoner's chamber was in utter disrepair, the stone having worn apart and the banister that once stood attached to the steps was now broken and leaning off to one side. "This is what is left of Yevon's temple?" Biran asked looking around. "After only a few years, it looks like it has not been touched in decades."

"What we doing here, Biran? Yenke did not want to leave Gagazet, but Biran insists this is important."

The larger of the pair looked at Yenke. "Biran not leave Gagazet unless there were an important reason." He said. "Biran has had a dream; an entire fortnight of dreams that Biran is to become a summoner. Biran must seek out a powerful warrior spirit to summon... Ifrit was powerful warrior, Biran summon him."

"The spirits of the Aeons vanish with Sin." Yenke objected. "How they answer to Biran's call?"

Biran shrugged and began to follow the steps upward. Yenke paused for a moment and started to follow but Biran stopped him. "Biran go alone." He said.

"But..." Yenke objected. "You have Yenke come, then you have Yenke wait?"

"If something goes wrong, I expect Yenke to come help. But Biran do this alone."

The stern tone of the larger warrior's voice was enough to pause Yenke in his tracks. "Yenke follow to summoner door." He said. "Then Yenke help if Biran get in trouble."

Biran sighed and rolled his eyes before continuing on, not objecting to the other lion's comments. Yenke followed and stepped into the cloister of trials. The tasks were simple, as there was no power to prevent them from simply moving from chamber to chamber without difficulty. It did not take long for the pair to arrive at the door that led into the Fayth's chamber door. That was where Biran stopped. Yenke halted just behind him and watched as the lion began to disrobe.

"Wh-what Biran doing?" Yenke asked, feeling his face burn as the ronso's muscular form slipped out from under its cover.

Biran did not answer for a moment, instead removing his belt and slipping from the cloth that hindered his body. All that remained was a coiled pair of undergarment that left nothing to the imagination as he stepped out of his armor and glanced at Yenke's mouth-open expression. "Biran must not present threat." He said. "Dreams say so."

"Those must have been... some dreams." Yenke responded, clearing his embarrassment with a clearing of his throat. "Is Biran sure?"

Biran said nothing and walked toward the chamber door. Unfortunately, as before they were not responding. He looked around for some switch or something that would allow him access, but saw nothing. He crouched down and pressed his fingers under the door, finding grooves that just barely fit his claws. He grunted as he began to pull up, flexing his leg muscles as his tail swung wildly behind him. Through the corner of his eye, he saw Yenke moving toward him, but he barked out toward him. "No! This is... Biran task..." He said as he struggled. "No help. Not with this."

He tightened his grip and felt his back bulge with the muscle useage as he pulled upward, feeling the door finally starting to give way. He exhaled sharply, flexing every muscle he could to pull the door upward. The leaflet panels that surrounded the door also began to fold away as he lifted it, and soon he was able to pull the metal door to the top of the frame. Exhaling loudly as he held it completely open. The door still had a weighted feel to it, if he were to release it then, he knew it would slam back shut. He ducked under the door and stood on the other side. Turning his gaze to Yenke, the pair passed a nod of understanding and Biran stepped inside, the door slamming shut as he released it.

The chamber was illuminated as Biran stepped into it, still sweaty from lifting the heavy door. It was there that he removed his loincloth and let it fall to the floor. Biran adjusted his balls and allowed them to enjoy their freedom as he stepped toward the archway before the Aeon sigils. He found it strange that in this room, the sunlight reflecting through made it feel like it were still the middle of the day, and that the visage of the aeon had turned black as coal. Biran admired the statue for a moment, grazing his claw among it, but it had been distorted from the Ifrit's form he had come to know in the past. The glass over the fayth was also shattered and looked empty; how would this summon work if there was no fayth to call upon?

He made his way to the front of the room, facing the chamber directly in front of him. Biran closed his eyes and made a delicate attempt at Yevon's prayer bow. Instantly, there was a thud against Biran's body. It was as though he were hit by a wave of energy that shocked through his skin. It felt like he were standing at the edge of the ocean and had allowed the water to collide with his body. He lowered his stance, then made the gesture of Yevon's bow once again, perfectly emulating what he had seen summoners do in the past. A second wave washed over him, this one felt even more taxing on him than the first and he instantly felt a heavy weight come down on him, trying to force him into a kneeling position.

Biran did not relent, he dug his feet into the floor under him and managed to force himself to stand once more, curling his hands into the shape of a ball at his chest. "Biran summons you, warrior." He spoke aloud. "A powerful spirit to do my bidding, Biran calls you. In the name of Spira; in the name of Yu Yevon..." He opened his eyes and watched as a flickering ball of energy appeared before him and fell to the floor like a raindrop. It rippled outward, covering the entire floor and filling the room with a brilliant light.

A shape came from the floor; a creature that Biran did not recognize was etched in stone that rose from the light and into the room. As the lights faded, again, Biran stared awkwardly at the statue that had appeared on the fayth's chamber.

It resembled Ifrit somewhat; wild hair that was brushed back behind his shoulders. Two horns about six inches or so in length on top of his head, but this one had a beak that Ifrit did not. He was smaller and more lithe than the powerful warrior of fire had been. This was not the Ifrit; it was some sort of imposter.

Biran knew what instructions his dream had given him next; he crouched down and dragged his finger across the floor in front of him, drawing a line that came to life immediately and began to blink at him with a fiery glow. Standing up, he pointed toward the corners of the room and he could see chains materialize on each side of the creature. It had begun to stir, the stone layer cracking, burning white eyes blinking open as he suddenly exploded from the shell with a mighty roar.

Biran directed his fingers from the chains to the beast's arms and legs just in time and the creature roared in surprise as he found himself suddenly chained down and dragged to his hands and knees.

"Wh-what? What is this?!" He shouted, tugging at the chains as he resisted their pull to the ground. "Where am I?!"

"You are not Aeon." Biran said as he stepped into view before the creature. "What are you, demon?"

"I am not a demon. I am a gargoyle." The beast responded.

His skin was now a brilliantly fiery red color, his hair white as snow, a pair of large, leathery wings flapped as he tried to pull his arms free of the shackles. "Biran summoned the Aeon Ifrit, do you know of him?"

"I've never heard of Ifrit before in my life, man. Let me go, I've done nothing to you!"

"Biran's dreams foretold this. But so long as Biran has him chained; the demon will not escape."

"Look, I gather your name is Biran." The beast said. "Maybe we could negotiate, I am Brooklyn, you brought me here from my home in New York. You got the wrong guy!"

"Silence!"

Biran's voice echoed, and Brooklyn gasped at the compulsion to stop speaking, he wasn't able to argue anymore. He simply growled at the lion; what a freak show this guy was turning out to be! "If Ifrit does not come, Biran command you now." He said.

Brooklyn winced as he felt the chains yank at his arms, forcing them up so his torso began to bow down. He panted as he tried to resist the pull, but the beast only moved closer; he was fully nude, and as much as Brooklyn wanted to cringe and look away, a strange compulsion prevented it. The lion's claws reached down and grabbed the gargoyle by the head, his shaft becoming erect as it began to drag along Brooklyn's face, making him tremble in the feeling of unsureness that overwhelmed him. "Biran want release..." He said. "Biran will enjoy this..."

"Well, will Biran enjoy it when I bite off his d--" Brooklyn's thoughts were interrupted by visions of Biran invading his ass; the feeling was so intense that it felt like he was actually being dominated by the lion, he could feel the thick flesh ramming again and again into him, and the feeling was making his shaft as hard as he was only a few moments ago.

Brooklyn opened his mouth to try and object, but felt the warmth of the lion's cock pushing inward. Brooklyn gagged at the intrusion, the taste of salty flesh now pushing against his tongue. He wanted to bite down, he didn't want-- he-- he didn't want... Brooklyn began to tangle his tongue around the shaft, pulling his head back for a breath only to be yanked back onto it by Biran's fevered claws grabbing at his horns. Brooklyn's tail thrashed, the tautness of his loincloth now rather hurting him as it had nowhere to go. He could taste Biran's flesh leaking into his mouth, the precum dripping like saliva off Brooklyn's tongue before slipping down his throat with each following thrust. The beast humped his face, one hand moving from Brooklyn's horn to the back of his head as he began to get more ambitious. He watched Biran's muscles flex his entire blue-furred body driving forward and Brooklyn couldn't move or yank his arms away from the chains that held him in place.

"Grrrrr...." Biran growled, then moaned as his thrusts slowed some, the gargoyle's spit and saliva had slickened his shaft so much that it was effortlessly slippijng and popping out of Brooklyn's mouth, then returning to it to drive it in deeper.

Both of Biran's claws had left Brooklyn's head and Biran had leaned himself forward, looming over the gargoyle's back as his claws raked along the red flesh between his wings. Biran was driving rather hard into Brooklyn's mouth, his beak keeping the lion's cock from shoving its way all the way down his throat. The smell of sex was intense as Brooklyn took a breath every moment he could, the musk from the lion the imminent burst of cum was becoming more and more anticipated. Brooklyn himself began to moan his cloth was beginning to get soaked in the front, but one long rake of Biran's claws slashed through the belt holding his sash on, and Brooklyn's coverings fell to the floor, followed by a puddle of suddenly released precum.

Brooklyn felt overpowered, his claws dug into the ground under him. He glanced up into Biran's eyes before they rolled back, lost in the lust of the moment. He leaned forward again, grabbing Brooklyn's ass and tugging the flesh back some. Brooklyn knew what this guy wanted; and he was powerless to stop him. Powerless, or unwilling though; those were the questions that plagued Brooklyn's mind. He'd barely met his captor and already he wanted the beast to fill his ass. An uncontrollable moan exploded from Brooklyn's maw as Biran released him and dragged his cock from the gargoyle's mouth. "Biran want obedient Aeon..." The lion panted as he stepped around the gargoyle, still pulled down on all fours by the chains. Brooklyn panted as he felt the warm shaft push against his ass, press up against the pucker under his tail. He looked back, as if seeking a way to give Biran permission to fuck him. Biran didn't need permission, he grabbed his own shaft and pressed it against the ring of flesh, forcing his way in with one fell thrust.

"AHHHHHH!" Brooklyn roared in pain as the penetration of the much bigger beast suddenly shocked through his system.

Biran panted, feeling sweat bead under his fur as he grabbed the gargoyle's tail and plunged his way in; the feeling of rutting just felt too good for him, it felt too instinctive to ignore. Biran grabbed Brooklyn's ass with one of his claws and yanked his tail up with his other, as he plunged his shaft in, he watched the gargoyle writhe in pleasure under him. He bucked himself in hard, watching Brooklyn's body lift slightly with each thrust, restrained only by the chains holding him down. Reaching forward and grabbing Brooklyn's neck, he pulled the upper part of the gargoyle's body toward him and squeezed every inch in, feeling the rub of his furry balls press up against the gargoyle's own set. He snarled and grinned lustily. "Biran gonna make you cum..." He said in between breaths as he continued to quite thoroughly wreck Brooklyn's ass.

"A-Anything you say, Biran..." Brooklyn responded, his eyes rolling back somewhat swimmingly from the infusion of pleasure.

Suddenly, Brooklyn felt the shackles release his arms and his legs and Biran had shoved his head and upper chest down against the floor. Even if he wanted to resist right now, he couldn't, the lion's weight, his size being twice his own was enough to keep him subdued. But he didn't resist, he gave in, moaning in pleasure every single slam he endured into the floor. He raised his ass as high as he could get it, and Biran didn't waste a moment, promptly slapping his body hard into Brooklyn's wanting flesh. Deeper, harder, how long could this go? Brooklyn's body was beginning to ache after a while, the thumping of his body against the floor had shifted some, his shoulder now bearing the brunt of the impact until Biran finally grabbed Brooklyn by the hip and spun him around.

They weren't exactly facing each other; Brooklyn's upper shoulders were about the only part aiding his neck from this new position as Biran drove down hard into him. His tail had wrapped around the lion's waist and with each dizzying thrust, he could see Biran's face contorting; as he tried time and time again to resist that final surge of pleasure.

Brooklyn on the other hand had no more resistance in him. As Biran assaulted his ass again and again, he could feel the surge of climax building and building within him. He'd been leaking precum onto the floor for the last several minutes, and now rivers of it had been draining up his stomach toward his chest as Biran held him aloft. He roared and suddenly slammed his fists into the ground under him before letting out a mighty bellowing cry. Cum began to shoot out of him like streamers, soaking the floor behind his head, then shooting several strong strings into his face. Brooklyn didn't care, he simply panted and licked off what his tongue could reach as his entire body went into overdrive.

Biran could not resist either, watching the gargoyle soaking himself like this, the smell of musk hit his nose and he began to lose control as well. He roared and plunged down into Brooklyn's hole so hard that he was briefly worried it might have torn something. The orgasm was intense, his body tensing up so tight that every muscle flexed as he came. He roared, his roars filling the small chamber and hurting Brooklyn's ears as his body suddenly became flooded with the warmth of the lion's spunk. Both of their lustful cries howled through the chamber, but never a peep made its way outside.

Yenke Ronso had been sitting outside the Fayth's chamber for what seemed like an age. The sun had gone down no less than an hour ago, and Biran still had not emerged from the chamber. When he heard the metal screeching again from the door, he nearly fumbled out of his seating position and quickly stood up to see not one, but two figures forcing the door open.

"B-Biran?" He asked.

"Yenke... come help." Biran said, his voice straining as the two figures were having more difficulty pulling the door open than before.

Yenke ran over to the door and took it by the bottom, lifting and helping to get the door past its halfway point. He was stunned as Biran stepped out naked, along with a red demon-like creature and he took a step back as they let the door slam down behind them. "B-Biran? Who--"

"This Biran's companion, Yenke Ronso. Another mighty warrior of the Ronso clan." Biran said gesturing to him. "Yenke. This Brooklyn, a gargoyle from N-Ne-"

"New York." Brooklyn answered. "So, Yenke, huh? This definitely looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore."

"Is... Kansas near... New York?" Biran asked in confusion.

Brooklyn slowly turned his eyes to face both warriors. "You two don't really get references like that, I'm guessing?"

"What... is Biran covered in? What... is... Brooklyn covered in?"

"Guess I'm gonna have to get used to the way you two talk too." He said. "But first, you guys think I could get some clothes? I'm not exactly known for my modesty, but I don't want to feel like a parade float either."

"Biran need to get used to Brooklyn's speech as well." He said. "Brooklyn sure you are not Aeon?" "I don't even know what an Aeon is." Brooklyn said.

"Brooklyn look puny." Yenke said. "Is Biran sure he is mighty warrior?"

Biran smirked knowingly. "Yes... Brooklyn has... much potential with the Ronso."

THE END