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Flames of Our Passion

Story © Sabrewing 2012, Ifrit and Kimahri Ronso © Square Enix

Mount Gagazet had seen much peace since the Eternal Calm those many years ago, and Kimahri often found himself walking the forest at its mighty base in reflection of the events that had brought him where he was today. His mistress Yuna, happily alive with her beloved Tidus... The fayths all sequestered safely in the Farplane... "The Eternal Calm" was certainly accurate. The Ronso had even accepted his leadership without question once the Gullwings had assisted him fairly recently, and even his broken horn no longer drew more than a curious glance and a smile from his former opponents.

The afternoon sun beat down through the canopy, casting his blue fur into random patterns of shadow, and he chuffed while breathing in the fresh air. The lack of fiends meant that he didn't even need to bring his trusty spear anymore, and as his claws ran through the ornamental necklace hanging over his chest, his feline eyes gazed through the rising trunks to either side of his trail. It was a strange thing: the further he walked, the less he seemed to recognize the area, and the horizon had seemed to waver like that of a hot desert for a moment back, dazzling his vision like a mirage. Perhaps it was just the lack of concerns on his mind for a change. His aimless stroll continued.

His home mount was soon left beyond the slope of a hill and the ever present leaves overhead. That was when he noticed another mountain up ahead in a break in the trees. Strange, he thought to himself; there shouldn't be one from this direction of Gagazet. He hurried his pace to examine this unusual find.

Yes, it was definitely a mountain completely new to him. Low peaks, not even enough to collect snow at their tops, and their ends were clearly defined to the north and south. A low growl directed at this lack of familiarity rolled in his throat, and he set about circling the rocky outcropping. Even more strangely, he came upon an entrance leading within, that same heated wavering distorting the cavern's view, and what looked like a tall... thing, colored white and red with some yellow where a head would be. Could it be some sort of Guado? He had to find out.

He crept carefully from one side, drawn up close to the mountain to conceal himself, and approached with caution. The leonine squinted and brushed some of his white hair out of his eyes, looking closer. No, it definitely wasn't a Guado... In fact, it seemed to be a man, garbed in some very strange clothing, nothing of the sort that a Spira citizen would wear. There was just too much of it. Come to think of it, the air did seem a bit colder than he was used to in the tropical climate of Spira; in fact, it felt closer to what he expected at Gagazet's higher elevations. Comfortable for a Ronso, even with naught but a loincloth to cover himself.

The man seemed to sigh to himself, his shoulders rising and falling, and he started to approach Kimahri's position. The Ronso grunted and pressed up flush into a curve in the mountain's side, crushing himself in out of view as the man passed. Muttering came from the yellow plane of his unusual helmet, of which Kimahri could only pick out bits and pieces. Something about "no more final exams today", and possibly "sea dee"? Letters, maybe? "C, D"? The Ronso chuffed and shook his head, waiting for the man to pass by and head down the trail from which Kimahri had just come.

He freed himself from the mountain and looked back at the cavern. Even being only feline in appearance, he was feeling an insatiable curiosity about this.

Gathering his courage with a steeled resolve, Kimahri asked for a quick blessing from his dear Yuna, wherever she may be, and stepped into the mouth of the cave. He saw a light coming from deep within, casting rich red glows upon the cavern walls, and worse, he was starting to feel the heat that the entrance had threatened to conceal. His fangs glistened as he panted, wiping the back of his arm on his brow. The ground under his feet grew hotter, as well. Oh, no, no, there was no way he would keep going, not if he was going to be roasted...

Wait a moment... What's this? No sooner had he pivoted to turn back, but a cool wave of air washed over him. He felt free of the suffocating heat, and even the sweat permeating his fur was starting to dissipate. Some sort of magic must have been at work, one that would protect him. He could proceed. He turned right back around and continued down the narrow corridor.

What he saw when it opened back up was striking. A narrow sandbar, either side of it being lapped by the source of the light and the heat: pure volcanic magma! His hackles raised in anxiety, taking a reflexive step back and grasping his necklace again. No, this wasn't the time to be afraid; he had been given some sort of aid, and to throw it away now would be a travesty. It wasn't too difficult to keep his footing and stay in the center of the pathway, at least, and the lava kept it more than bright enough to see.

He continued on, and the pathway seemed to meander around towards the middle of the mountain range he currently explored within, and just ahead he could see an even brighter light, coming from what looked like a plume of pure fire. Yes, surely magic at work and perhaps something that could tell him where he was.

Kimahri gazed up at the plume of light in examination. It was rather pretty, seeming to come from some sort of natural pedestal in the rock. Perhaps it had been carved? That would explain the oddly clothed man outside. But, he saw nothing here that could be worthy of a "final exam"...

A loud rumble caused smoke to pour out from around the flame, and Kimahri jumped back, managing to land on all fours at where this space connected back to the magma-lined pathway. He was dumbstruck by what followed the smoke, seeming to come straight from the fire itself.

A mountainous brown furred figure, utterly rippling with masculine power, landed on large clawed paws on the earth before him. He rose up to easily two or three feet over Kimahri's height, red hair ferally sprouting from his body on his calves, elbow, chest, groin, and especially from his head in a mane to shame the biggest Ronso's own locks. From within the fiery hair came two large black horns which curved down over his shoulders, and he looked at Kimahri with rows of dagger fangs inside a leonine muzzle, eyes glistening with a faint yellow glow. One of his two pointy ear was decorated in several rings of gold.

Kimahri's memory lit up like a festive tree. It was Ifrit! It had to be! But, no... Yuna had sent all of the fayths to the Farplane... And this one was thicker, and a bit smaller, nearer his own size... But, the resemblance was uncanny.

Something about Kimahri's shocked expression must have stilled the beast before him, because his lips rolled back down over his teeth, and his glowing eyes dimmed to show rich black pupils ringed with irises of that same gold his earrings were made of. His footfalls thumped on the earth as he stepped over to the crouching Ronso, looking expectantly down at him.

The blue-furred leonine rose back to his feet, looking at the fire-hued creature, and this time, Ifrit's name managed to pass his surprised mouth. The creature seemed equally surprised by the accurate naming on Kimahri's part, and he asked him in a rich, basso voice who his unusual visitor might be. Kimahri introduced himself in reply, questioning Ifrit why he didn't recognize him.

Ifrit scratched a claw through his small red tuft of chinhair and huffed, quite certain that he had never met Kimahri before, nor had he ever heard of the Ronsos, nor of a "fayth", nor Sin. Kimahri was taken aback, asking about just where he was now.

Just as Ifrit knew nothing of his things, the names "Balamb Garden", "SeeD" and the like were all met with confused stares from the Ronso. Perhaps that unusual wavering in his vision earlier in his walk had marked some sort of event, bringing Kimahri across some dimensional plane. The more the two talked, the likelier that seemed, no matter how impossible. With a grim expression, Ifrit noted that he earnestly had no thoughts about how to return the leonine to Spira, but he could probably find some sort of shelter nearby until such a means could be found.

Kimahri wasn't too enthusiastic about this idea. He had been an outcast among his own tribe; who could say what denizens of another world, entirely, would think of him? He had to admit, as well, that even if this world's Ifrit was so different from the one he knew, having a familiar face nearby comforted him greatly. It took some persuasion to convince the fire demon, but eventually, he agreed, although Kimahri would be responsible for his own food, as his kind - apparently they were called "Guardian Forces" here, not aeons - required no sustenance. Kimahri agreed to this arrangement.

The following days were spent exploring the nearby area and attempting to find out information without drawing too much attention. Kimahri was able to use his feline stealth to draw close to human settlements, as well as to skirt the outer reaches of the nearby Garden, eavesdropping on conversations and hoping to hear something about a disturbance similar to the one that had mysteriously drawn him here. He had fashioned a crude spear for himself with some stone and strong wood from the forest around the fiery cavern Ifrit presided over, and the wide range of fauna inhabiting the area proved to give the Ronso several opportunities to expand his culinary range. The wide variety of insectoid beasts disgusted him, but there were also some more traditional looking mammalian and avian beasts he could turn into a fairly fitting meal.

The evenings were primarily spent in Ifrit's company. Kimahri learned about the planet he was now on, what sorts of people lived nearby, what purpose Guardian Forces served. In return, he told the demon about Spira, about how he and his mistress Yuna had liberated the land from a fanatical evil not so many years ago on her pilgrimage. Ifrit nodded and looked at him in newfound respect, especially when Kimahri told him about Mount Gagazet and how he had become leader of the Ronsos. He was puzzled at the askance look Kimahri gave at the inquiry of a mate to carry on his lineage, though, but made no judgment about it one way or the other.

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Sleeping within the cavern had been difficult at first, Kimahri understandably wary about the prospect of rolling into the magma, but Ifrit had permitted him to bring in a sufficient amount of leaves and evergreen boughs to make a rudimentary bed that he assured the Ronso would be out of view of any Garden students who might need to come take their exams. Usually the Ronso was by himself to slumber, but occasionally Ifrit would stay with him until he fell asleep, watching over him. Kimahri felt strange about it: uneasy about the demon's attentions, but... compelled to ask for more of them. Only knowing and trusting this vaguely familiar face was feeding emotions to him that he was unsure to act further upon. Sexuality in general was rarely discussed among the Ronso, but to direct it at someone who was basically a stranger to him, and one in such a position of power!

He gripped his thighs together and rolled onto his side on his fir bedding, looking out towards the bubbling lava to the side of the rocky outcropping he as positioned again for safety. His gracious host was a fascinatingly powerful creature, he couldn't ignore that. He had to stay honorable, though; to betray Ifrit's trust could prove to be a huge mistake. The Ronso sighed to himself, rolling back over, now facing towards the pathway.

Ifrit was approaching. Nude as he always was, even his mere walk was unusually seductive in nature if you were intent on seeing that sort of body language. He moved like a predator in all senses of the word, the sort of being the proudest Ronso would aspire to be. Kimahri sat up to extend his greetings to his friend, which the demon reciprocated.

They made light small talk, Kimahri explaining how he had learned nothing new that day from his spying and Ifrit nodding in understanding. Once again, the topic of Kimahri's friends and family back home came up, and the Ronso glumly admitted that he missed them terribly, that he missed having a familiar face to hold in his arms and to give his love.

Ifrit tilted his head, squatting down to settle his rump down on the side of the bedding, and he rested his broad hand lightly on the blue-furred shoulder opposite him. He assured the Ronso that he understood his feelings, and that he would not be offended or repulsed if the other male needed comfort in his time of need; Guardian Forces such as himself often knew the pangs of emotion from their bonds with humans, and it left imprints in their minds which gave them similar needs. Kimahri looked up at him shyly, and the demon gave a quiet little smile back at him and opened his arms in welcoming gesture.

He couldn't ignore how inviting the beast's embrace looked, and Kimahri drew himself up fully and hugged Ifrit, whose arms closed around his muscular mass, cradling his back to brush with the grain of his fur, causing the anthro leonine to purr despite himself. The sound apparently pleased Ifrit, though, who pressed his chest more firmly up to Kimahri's, almost drawing the Ronso into his lap entirely. The horned cat so badly needed a friend right now, his hands grasping Ifrit's broad shoulders.

Kimahri finally pulled back and looked into the demon's eyes. A perfect twinkle caught from the lava's light appeared over his gold iris, and the Ronso could feel his cheeks growing hotter as he contemplated the next move. His partially open muzzle nudged in closer to the demon's, gulping a lump in his throat, and he pressed a tender little kiss to the broad-furred muzzle before him.

Ifrit said nothing, blinking at him as his fingers brushed through Kimahri's ivory mane, toying with his ornamental braids. He laid Kimahri back on his leafy bed, taking a pose over the prone Ronso, powerful thighs straddling his smaller friend as Ifrit murmured to him how he had nothing to fear. The blue male started to protest, but the demon delicately shushed him and joined him upon the earthen bed, covering him with his mighty bulk, drowning out the Ronso's renewed purring with his own that seemed to be fueled by the churning magma all around them.

The demon's muzzle nudged to his cheek, and from in his jaws came a dark, royal blue tongue to graze up the Ronso's cheek, taking in his rich masculine flavor. Kimahri gasped, his body arching up from the bedding to dig into the demon's hunched form. His inhibitions were being tugged out of him with each cooling pass of Ifrit's tongue over his face, and he found himself turning to look at it, then returning the licks... He couldn't even tell when the fiery emotions in his mind clouded the transition from panting licks to deep, bestial kissing, the brown and blue males holding one another and feeding into their pent-up lusts. Kimahri's loincloth was starting to chafe in his increasingly aroused state, and he swore he could feel Ifrit reacting similarly through his thick thatch of crotchfur, but he couldn't tear himself away from the demon's muzzle to look. The tongue swirling around his own carried the most tantalizing flavor, like harsh cinnamon, making his eyes tear up a little from the sting of it despite his desire for more.

Tall obsidian horns shook slightly above Ifrit's head as their hungry kiss drew to a close, and his eyes drew down Kimahri's again, drinking in the sight of it like a fine wine as the Ronso followed his gaze. Kimahri's ears felt very hot and flattened under his hair as the demon growled to him about how beautiful he was, such a unique creature in all the world, a specimen that the beast had to have even for a short while. He eased himself to lying propped on his side, his hand laying upon the Ronso's chest, lifting the necklace up and away to brush over the brilliantly white-tufted slabs of muscle there, making the azure leonine grunt and shift around in his bed under the teasing gropes.

From this vantage point, he could see that his imagination hadn't betrayed him - Ifrit was, indeed, as aroused as he was, and absolutely as potent as his status as a creature of legend would suggest. Plump, swollen-looking testicles sagged over his thigh, filled with rich musky treasure, and his thick demonhood spilled out with the same brown coloring as his fur, the bountiful foreskin looking to pull back over his charcoal cockhead. Kimahri grunted hungrily, groaning out how large Ifrit was, and his loincloth jutted up from his lap with his throbbing erection.

The demon chuckled to himself about how unnecessary clothing was within his home, and he undid the belt securing it to Kimahri's hips and pulled the leather away, making them both completely bare. Kimahri's endowments were no slouch, even for a runt of the Ronso tribe. Any female would be fortunate to be receive him, and now his loins were at the beck and call of his dear new friend, being gathered up in a warm brown paw and delicately kneaded. Ifrit growled and leaned down to nibble and kiss over the Ronso's cheek as he worked over his erection in his fist, delighting in his lover's moans as he stroked the pink flesh from bell tip to his creamy groinfur. The demon's own arousal shifted and slid over the Ronso's leg, genital heat burning into his fur.

His thoughts grew hazier the longer the eidolon toyed with him, lingering on how much he wanted to mate with the big beast, to be mated by him... He didn't even care anymore. Ifrit just exuded pure animal magnetism, and that chilling cinnamon flavor coaxed him into nibbling and sucking on his host's body when it drew near, even capturing a thick black nipple between his lip in a blind lunge. Ifrit was caught off guard, barking out a hoarse grunt, now taking his turn to shiver as he cupped the back of Kimahri's head with trembling fingers, holding him close. His exquisite chest rose and fell, pressing into the Ronso's hungry muzzle as his rough feline tongue bathed the dark nub of flesh, making the demon moan the leonine's name, their swords pressed together and throbbing as one.

Ifrit released his hug on the Ronso and growled his yearning for a more direct taste of the blue creature, biting and licking his way down Kimahri's body, his assailant keeping his upper body pinned down with arms propped on his shoulders. Savage, fang-lined lionesque muzzle hovered over the Ronso's organ, breathing surprisingly cool huffs of air over it. With a lunge, Ifrit swallowed Kimahri right to the base of his cock, his broad nose burying into the white thatch of fur there and smelling his lover's musk with a low snarl.

Both humanoids panted in heightening sexual need, the demon's glowing eyes lidding as his muzzle bobbed on the Ronso, whose azure knees gave him a natural valley to brush his muzzle between in their propped-up state. And that tongue... By the fayth, what wonders it worked upon his manhood! Slithering around its girth, tugging in prehensile fashion, drawing his musky fluids from the depths of his shaft to be soaked into Ifrit's taste buds. Kimahri dove his hands deep into the demon's lush red mane. Gods, it was like grasping a cloud.

He thrust needfully into Ifrit's muzzle, and the eidolon let him, his purring around Kimahri's erection providing more stimulation than the Ronso could even stand. His jaws gaping open in a snarl of utter relief, Kimahri spent himself for the demon, his testes clenching against Ifrit's chinhair as they unloaded their rich male nectar down Ifrit's throat. Ifrit cooed to the Ronso, muzzle gumming into the feline's crotch as he drank of his seed, not freeing his maleness until the Ronso sank back into fir bed completely drained.

He licked his lips with a pleased rumble, smiling as he crawled over Kimahri, erection swaying gently and thumping his abs. Kimahri stared between Ifrit's legs at the monstrous organ, huffing slowly. The heat radiating from the magma around their haven gave it an erotic, almost mesmerizing sheen, and the Ronso caught himself drooling with want by the time the demon had straddled his chest to sit upon it with taut buttocks, knees nudged up under blue armpits, the target of his urges standing right there before his eyes, pulsing.

He latched his hands onto the demonhood with an excitement that surprised even him, and Ifrit grunted heavily, the thick plum of his glan pushing out again his foreskin, but not drawing it back. Kimahri tipped it downwards, laying his hand down upon the demon's heavy scrotum to rub with Ifrit's thick sex atop his knuckles, nuzzling up to its head and giving it a couple chuffing kisses. Ifrit sighed a soft groan, brushing his claws through Kimahri's mane, letting his lover go at his own pace, shifting his rump slightly on the white-tufted chest and murmuring how good it felt.

The affectionate blue muzzle gradually drew Ifrit's shaft between its lips, fingers kneading over the demon's sac as his other hand came up to work his fingers to and fro over the brown, veiny phallus, stroking him in admiration of the eidolon's raw size. His fangs played near the tip of Ifrit's length as he experimentally licked the demon's member, brushing his rough tongue around the foreskin-covered head. Ifrit moaned louder when Kimahri grew daring enough to nudge his tongue in underneath to glance over the demon's bell directly, brushing over his urethral slit.

Mmm, there was that cinnamon flavor again, and thankfully more subdued than his lover's mouth had been, so there was no sting to ingesting it now... Or perhaps he had become used to it in their time together. Kimahri purred around his mouthful, his hand steadily pulling down on the fire god's length, allowing the ashen head of his cock to pop out of his foreskin and be suckled on, the Ronso panting as pheromones surrounded his senses.

Ifrit's thighs held closer to the Ronso, a guttural growl settling into his throat as his hips rocked, feeding his Ronso his virility in slow, passionate thrusts, watching Kimahri's face the whole while. His eyes had drifted closed, giving himself over to the dream of being a mate for a force of nature, and his hands blindly ran over Ifrit's hindquarters, once tugging on a patch of red hair, then splaying his fingers on his rippling brown furred abdomen, feeling it tense and relax with the demon's rocking.

The Ronso's jaws never managed to take in all of Ifrit's shaft, but his enthusiasm certainly made up for it, fist masturbating the mighty organ as his muzzle tilted and tugged, nursing on the fire beast like a famished cub. He rewarded Kimahri well, snarling to the ceiling of his cavern home with the rush of his orgasm that pumped down the Ronso's gullet. Blue velvet paws tugged on the demon's scrotum, making him grunt and hitch his hips forward again, spraying his throat in cinnamon semen.

Not a drop managed to be wasted, Kimahri's muzzle as uniformly black and blue as ever when he let go of Ifrit's shaft, giving its tip a loving kiss as it departed. The demon drew backwards and carefully covered the Ronso with his bulk again, and they just held each other closely, their spent loins pressed together as they basked in the afterglow of their climaxes, occasionally throbbing weakly with their racing heartbeats.

Ifrit purred into Kimahri's ear and nibbled it, sliding a hand down to the Ronso's bubble-shaped rump and giving it a squeeze, as he growled to him how much he wanted to claim him, to fill the one-of-a-kind feline's body properly. Kimahri's blush returned, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and giving it a nibble, and he stammered out a question in reply.

The demon lifted an eyebrow. He had never really considered allowing another male back there, and he looked over his shoulder at his own perfectly toned backside, the faintest hints of red hair visible between the brown mounds of muscle. He licked Kimahri's temple and assured him, though, that he would be willing to give himself so completely to a being such as his lover, earning a smile from the Ronso from touched gratitude. Ifrit seemed certain that there was not nearly enough time to properly make love to one another before the first final exam was scheduled for the coming morning. But tomorrow night, he promised the blue feline, they would sink into each other under the stars.

Kimahri's cheek touched to Ifrit's collarbone, giving his thick trap muscle a squeeze, and he looked down between them at their loins pressed so closely, white and red groinfur intermingled. He asked if even one last mutual climax was outside of possibility's realm, drawing a finger up the underside bulge of Ifrit's potent maleness.

Ifrit smiled, his earrings jingling as he give Kimahri's muzzle bridge a lick, and he looked agreeable to this, as they could then nod off in their arms. Kimahri smiled and kissed the demon again, interlocking his legs around Ifrit's, both hands holding their pressed, half-hard lengths as one, and started to stroke.

The cavern dimmed a little in sympathy with its owner's relaxation as Ifrit crooned in the Ronso's ear, his erection gradually coming back into his flesh as it pressed up to Kimahri's, the pink contrasting well with the ash as they throbbed to life. Ifrit's large footpaws caressed the Ronso's calves, hands cupped over Kimahri's scalp and rear to help keep them together, chest pressing up to its neighbor. Blue thumbs played over the heads of their manhoods, and his mouth returned to Ifrit's chest, returning his suckling attentions to the demon's nipples, so hungry for the cinnamon tang that made up Ifrit's musk. Soon he was once more hard enough to once more thrust his stiff member, grinding it onto Ifrit's own, groaning as his tongue bathed the dark nub of flesh.

Feeling how much Ifrit outsized him directly still managed to be a turn-on for the Ronso. Oh, to feel this beast hunching over him... grunting, pounding into his rear, massaging his prostate with naught but his perfect cock alone... Thoughts of this raced through Kimahri's head, mixed with holding Ifrit's gluteal mounds together as he buried his own thickness deep within the demon, joining to the living fire that even now moaned for him to keep pumping his sex. The fir branches shifted under their thrusting bodies, the Ronso surrounding himself with the demon, who raked his claws down Kimahri's strong back, their hips needfully humping at the blue fist that stroked with greater urgency, brown and blue testicular pouches rocking and slapping each other.

Their orgasm came more calmly than before, Kimahri suckling hard on Ifrit's thick nipple as the demon hissed his lover's name, and between their torsos, ribbons of hot, creamy seed geysered from their yawning cumslits to splatter messily over their chests and abs, shuddering in climactic rapture. Kimahri released his hold on their members to hug the demon tightly, and their mouths sealed to press into another hungry kiss, working out the last of their urges through their molding muzzles.

Both enamored partners sank into the leafy bed and nestled in close together, Ifrit's larger body protective in its surrounding of Kimahri, chin resting between the Ronso's ears as the blue face tucked up to his chest. The churning of the magma around helped to lull both males into a deep sleep, the first of many in their nights spent together until Kimahri could get back home. Until then, at least, the warrior had a familiar heart to share, and that made it all the easier.

THE END!