Unbroken Bond
#5 of Final Fantasy/Ronso
"Unbroken Bond" * * *
Biran Ronso X Kimahri Ronso
Snow fell lightly from the clouds in the sky above Mt. Gagazet, as Kimahri lay on some of the smooth boulders, letting the flurries fall into his face. He watched as the heavens seemed to rain upon the land, for the first time in ages. Spira had entered something that was more than the calm, Sin had been completely destroyed, and the world it seemed, was at a total peace for a time. He rested his paws behind his head, letting the cool breeze hit him as though it were nothing to him. He opened his maw and sighed deeply, half a rumble poured from his throat as a light fog spilled into the air above him, making soft rings and shapes. The Ronso felt at home here, more so, he felt that it was a place he could come to and really think. He watched the sky as the light had begun to fade, approaching nightfall; he listened to the winds echo through the crevices, singing a song of the mountains for him. A song he's known since he was just a child, and one he hopes will continue until the day he dies. The soft sound of footsteps aroused the Ronso's attention and he sat straight up, his ears listening sharply around him as the snow seemed to blind him in a blanket of white. Taking his spear into his hands, he stood, ready for a battle. A low growl rolled from his throat as the unknown visitor approached. A voice rang out. "Little Kimahri afraid of dark?" The deep, unmistakable voice of Biran rang through the snow. Kimahri lowered his guard, and returned to his seat, stabbing the spear into a patch of snow next to him. "Biran shouldn't sneak up on Kimahri like that, Biran could have been killed." The large form of the Ronso appeared in the shade of the snow. He was at least three feet taller than Kimahri, if not more. He chuckled lightly as he approached. "Kimahri thinks he is greatest warrior in Spira. Biran respects greatest warrior in Spira. But Kimahri should not get cocky." Kimahri felt a soft blush fall over his cheeks, and even in the snow, which seemed to fall more densely now, he felt as though he could melt through it. Had he grown so cocky? Was it in his nature? He looked up as Biran approached. "Why is Biran here?" Kimahri asked. "Biran came to warn Kimahri, bad storm moving in, we must get inside soon." He used his paw to shield from a sudden wind sheer that came from no where, almost knocking them both off balance. Kimahri knew that the storms on Gagazet were extremely powerful, and they should find shelter soon. But with the blinding snow, he knew they might not make it back on time. He stood, almost knocked back by the forceful winds. He took his spear into his hand, and began to make his way toward Biran. The storm had come up faster than either of them had expected. The crevice they stood in had suddenly become a whirling wind tunnel. The smaller Ronso twice almost lost his footing. As the winds steadily increased, Kimahri squinted his eyes to the faded shadow of Biran, who was holding out a paw for him. Kimahri reached toward the extended paw with his own, jabbing his spear into the snow to gain a bit of footing. Reaching as far as he could, Kimahri and Biran touched fingertips for an instant before the gusts hit Kimahri like a ton of bricks. He lost his footing for a split second and was flung into the air. Gripping the spear he was twisted back down toward the ground, which came up and met him full on. The force of the impact would have killed any human, it knocked the wind out of the smaller warrior; The sound of splintering wood was immediately followed by a loud snapping as the spear broke from the weight pulling on it. Kimahri suddenly slid helplessly toward the ledge of the cliff. He felt his legs drop, then his loins and his lower torso. Suddenly, he felt the force of two massive paws gripping onto his own, as Biran had come to save him. But with the force of wind at his back, Kimahri was chucked back up into the air. "Hold on Kimahri!" Biran yelled over the crying winds. "Biran will get us out of here!" But all of a sudden, his voice seemed to hang in the air as even the large warrior couldn't withstand the force of the wind, he slid forward and both cried out a loud roar as they were thrown from the cliff. They seemed to fall for an eternity, first out, as if they were flying. Then almost gradually down. Then vertically down, faster and faster, the wind was whipping at their faces, when suddenly, they hit something. The pain was almost mind-numbing at first, Kimahri could feel his arm break as he hit it on the cold, snowy ledge. The two rolled over each other countless times before they broke contact, their paws slipping from each other as they made their descent down the jagged mountain. Aware of all that was going around him, Kimahri began an almost panicked search for Biran, who was nowhere to be seen on the dark peaks. He suddenly hit his head on a rock passing by, just before falling from the cliff, and as the coldness of air numbed his back, he faded into unconsciousness. Biran had been a bit more fortunate, he had fallen from one of the cliffs, but he had landed on a snow bank, not too far down. He rolled down the bank uncontrollably and came to a dead stop, on his stomach in the cold snow. For a few minutes, he lay there, trying to re-orient himself with his surroundings, the case of vertigo the fall had, made him dizzy and nearly sick. Struggling, he placed his arms under his chest and pushed up, moving his knees he propped himself up to see around him. Checking over his own body, he found that he hadn't broken a limb. But he worried for Kimahri. He was much smaller, and a bit less likely to survive a storm like this in the open. The warrior closed his arms over his body, shivering from the biting winds and snows that continued to pummel him. "Kimahri!!!" He cried out his warrior brother's name, not even hearing his own echo in the power and ferocity of the storm. Biran continued onward, searching as hard as he could for his lost comrade. It had been almost an hour of searching, the Ronso's fur was already beginning to soak from the wetness. Hypothermia and frostbite would settle if he didn't find warmth soon. As he turned toward a dark hollow he saw, he noticed a small cave, nestled into the curves of the mountain. As he turned to head toward the cave, something greeted his foot, and he went falling into the cold snow. He turned to the object and saw enough to recognize it was Kimahri, almost entirely covered in snow. He grabbed the Ronso and with as much strength as he could muster, he carried him to the cave. The cave was rather small, but it could suit the two Ronsos until the storm passed. Biran nearly fell as he entered, ducking a bit to keep him and Kimahri from hurting themselves further. As he placed Kimahri down he looked about the cave, finding a bit of kindling to start a small fire. Using one of the metal ornaments on his garb, he took some roots and created a small spark of light. As the fire began to grow, Biran took as many roots and small branches and twigs as he could to build it. After a short time, the fire was blazing and the moisture in his fur was drying. He removed his clothing and placed it near the fire to dry, standing, he moved around the fire to the unconscious Kimahri and carefully unfastened his clothing, placing it next to his own. He sat next to Kimahri and glanced him over. The lion's breathing was deep and constant, his bare chest moving up and down with each breath. It was almost a trilling sound as he exhaled, almost like a kitten purring. Biran's gaze fell a bit from Kimahri's chest, and over the warrior's cock, which was partly erect, probably a response to the warm firelight. Biran moved his paw and stroked Kimahri lightly on his chest, getting yet another small response from the member below, Biran felt his own member stir from the mere touch of the Ronso's pelt. He took his paw away and sighed slightly, already feeling the weight of his exhaustion on him. He turned over and closed his eyes, letting himself fall into a deep slumber. Kimahri's eyes almost burned for a moment as they opened. They focused on a cave roof above him, and a dying fire near him. As he sat up, he realized he was naked, and that Biran was naked as well, lying near him. He stretched a bit as he looked at the dying fire, he took a stick from nearby and put it on, letting the kindling work its dancing flames upon it. His eyes turned to Biran, whose back was turned toward him. Breathing deeply, heavily he wasn't aware that Kimahri had awakened yet. He sat up and looked toward the cave's door, the snow had fallen to a light flurry, and the sun was near to rising. He checked his arm, it appeared not to be broken after all, most likely the fall just pulled a muscle in his elbow, which seemed to be eliminated except for a bit of stiffness. Kimahri moved to a position, sitting next to Biran, he gently placed a paw on the larger Ronso's hip, to wake him. To his surprise, Biran's paw rose and clamped onto his own, surprising the smaller Ronso. Without saying a word, Biran's paw guided Kimahri's down to an aching and throbbing erection. The large and impressive cock was slick and dripping with pre as Kimahri's paw was pulled along it. As Kimahri touched the large heavy sack between Biran's legs, the large paw lifted from the smaller one, but Kimahri's paw didn't move away. It curled under the sack, giving the warrior a rather strong grope. Biran's voice quivered in a soft moan, as he slightly turned to lie on his back as Kimahri's paw slid up the massive meat and over the tip, playing with the shaft for a few moments, before lowering his head to it. The warm breath sent shivers through Biran's spine, his large paws sliding over Kimahri's head. He had never felt something so intense, such a passionate feeling before, it was almost lustful as he thrust his hips a bit, touching Kimahri's lips with the tip of his cock. With a low rumble, Biran pushed Kimahri's head downward. The Ronso's maw wrapped warmly and heavily around Biran's member. Biran growled loudly and let out a gasp of pleasure as the warm tongue slithered over his shaft, enjoying the treat it surrounded. Kimahri took the powerful taste of Biran's cock into his maw; the musk and aroma of heavy masculine Ronso scent nearly overpowered him. He groaned onto the pulsing meat as he swallowed it whole. Kimahri shifted himself between Biran's legs as he continued to suckle, his own pulsing cock lifted under the heavy, full sack of his warrior brother. He could feel Biran flinch slightly at the touch of the dripping cock against his loins, but he didn't do anything to avoid it either. As he suckled, Kimahri rolled his cock slowly down the crevice of Biran's ass, until his tip was locked with the hole within. Biran groaned softly, and his tail swished past Kimahri's balls. Kimahri purred as he pressed himself onward. Biran groaned, but did not show signs of any pain, his warrior pride too much for that. Kimahri looked at Biran for a moment, who returned the gaze with a look of lust in his eyes. Kimahri returned to the cock lapping over it with his rough tongue and warm mouth as his cock slid into him rather easily. The tightness bringing even more sensitivity to the invading meat. Both Ronsos groaned as Kimahri thrust in hard and deep, letting his balls slap against Biran's tail. He lifted his muzzle and grasped the large cock, pawing it in time with his thrusting, enjoying the length of the Ronso's tail. Kimahri lifted Biran's legs to his shoulders, with the size difference it was almost hard to imagine such a position for the large warrior. Kimahri wrapped his arms around the larger Ronso's legs as he thrust in, his length rather seeming to send Biran into a fit of growling and roaring moans and panting. Both began to sweat from their brows, Kimahri's slow, rhythmic thrusts began to increase in speed. His growling rising slightly above that of Biran's as his pre soaked the inner walls of his brother. "Biran..." Kimahri spoke in a whispered moan, placing one of his paws across the other warrior's chest. "Kimahri close..." He grunted softly as he eased himself most of the way out. He then growled out softly, flexing his fingers over the muscled chest. Biran growled lightly and turned himself over while Kimahri still lay within him. Kimahri rolled his fingers through the Ronso's fur, and over his muscular back as he leaned up and laid across his back. His thrusting now came at a full powered pace, so hard that Biran had to wince for a moment to get used to it. Biran's claws dug into the dirt while Kimahri roamed his muzzle over the warrior's shoulders, at the moment, Kimahri seemed almost feral; the heavy feeling in his balls would not be satisfied any other way now, he had to release! The pleasure building in Kimahri's body caused him to lurch forward and clamp his fangs deep into the shoulder of his mate. Biran yowled loudly, as it was quickly followed by the Ronso's hot cum. The liquid poured into the massive body, and splashed against Biran's interiors. Kimahri roared loudly, enjoying his satisfying release, as Biran shivered to the sensation and tossed his head up, joining Kimahri's roar with his own; his own cum pouring out of him in heavy ropes, which splashed against him and the ground. Biran almost lost his footing, but recovered and laid himself to the ground, panting and moaning, as Kimahri lay on top of him. They glanced at each other, not a word was shared, but they knew that they had just shared something incredible. They both closed their eyes in the afterglow, waiting for the sun to come up. The new morning was calm, as if there hadn't been a storm the night before, as the two stepped into the three feet of snow surrounding the chasm where they had fallen, they looked at the sunrise; and for a brief moment, they held paws. For one night, their bond as warriors had grown to a bond of lovers. But they realized as warriors, their bond would never be broken, and that would never be forgotten by either of them. THE END