Final Fantasy X, Yuna/aeon, pray
On her knees in Macalania's Chamber of the Fayth, Yuna prayed and tried not to let her legs shiver too badly against the chilly stones.
Seymour was waiting outside. Soon, she would have to give him her answer.
She pulled her mind back and took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. Another. If she didn't focus, her pilgrimage would end here.
Summoner.
Yuna looked up, startled. There was nothing but the grey stones and statue before her; previous fayth had appeared above their statues -- nobody had entered, she would have felt the air shift--
Stay on your knees. This time the voice had... almost a purr to it. Just like that. How lovely, you're blushing. Do not move.
She froze. Even her eyes, which she wanted desperately to search for the source of the voice with, she somehow kept still.
Cold air touched the right side of her neck, traced along her collarbone and down, just brushing the tips of her breasts. She sucked in a breath, shocked, as her nipples tightened almost beyond bearing.
Do you know me, summoner?
She found her voice somehow, choking as the cold -- something -- she couldn't see slid between her breasts then down over her obi. "M-my name is... is Yuna. And... no, I'm terribly sorry, I--" She stopped with a squeak, still staring hard straight ahead, as the coldness slid beneath her obi to find the ties of her skirt.
I am Shiva. The Ice Queen, goddess of frost and night. You will take me into you, and we shall destroy anyone who dares stand against us.
Icy fingers slid between her thighs and she shuddered, trying desperately not to clench her legs together, afraid for the first time in the presence of a new aeon. Ropes of blue hair slid around her shoulders as Shiva leaned in close, wrapped almost entirely around Yuna's small body. Shiva's hand, so much larger than that of a human, found her clit, rolling it between a finger and thumb with surprising gentleness. Yuna arched back against icy breasts, breath puffing out of her in a gasp.
The aeon kept stroking, sliding more fingers down to caress over her lips and press inward, bringing Yuna to a state of desperation more quickly than she had ever imagined possible. The cold was shocking in every new place that Shiva touched, but then it seemed to sink within and become part of her own flesh. Tension thrummed deep between her legs and she gave herself over into the aeon's arms fully, head turned blindly to mouth at Shiva's graceful neck.
When she came, slender hips thrusting hard onto deadly fingers, the ice holding her shattered and the soul of Shiva's fayth merged with her own.
Long minutes later, she recovered her wits enough to straighten her clothing and smooth her hair. She was stumbling a little as she left the Chamber to face Seymour, but with the empress of ice whispering beautiful obscenities into one's mind, who wouldn't?