WITHIN THE GODDESS' WATCHFUL EYES - THE BEAST OF AKKALA
With three of the Great Fairies back in action, Link allows himself a small time to unwind, only to end up ensnared in a familiar sprite's twisted plans…
Link reared back his head and let out a well-deserved sigh.
For once he didn't feel the familiar weight of a weapon or bow on his back, nor the warmth of his ancient Sheikah Slate on his hip. He didn't even have his slimming underwear on, preferring to let the cool water nestle his loins.
It was funny to think of in hindsight, but the notion of swimming in the nude had never even crossed his mind whilst he was staying at Zora's Domain. Sure he'd been told by Marot how nice it felt, but after having to fish out his discarded boxers from Lake Totori he wasn't sure he wanted to try it in anything colder than a hot spring. But it wasn't bad, especially after is eventful day. A shrine completed, restoring Mija, and a minor scuffle with some horseback Bokoblins; more than adequate grounds for a relaxing soak.
The Shrine was nothing special, neither were the riders (although their fire arrows were a bit of a nuisance for his wooden gear). Instead the most eventful antic of his day ended up being his encounter with the third of the Great Fairies: Mija of the Fire. While the former two fairy sisters had toyed with him for their amusement (especially Kaysa), the self-professed youngest of the four Great Fairies took great joy in his discomfort.
The vivid memory of the violet-tressed fae's heaving chest and coy smirk joined the memories of his encounters with Cotera and Kaysa. The blond couldn't help but muse about what it would be like to be… involved, with any of the giant magical women. Being squeezed between Cotera and Kaysa's lovely breasts, getting a massive hug from Mija…that would end up with him between her tits… okay to be honest pretty much every fantasy around the Great Fairies involved him being caught between their chest. He honestly wasn't really sure what else could end up happening, especially after Mija had taken his breath away while amplifying his soldier's gear. It was simultaneously an unpleasant yet enjoyable memory…
For once, Link wasn't immediately resorting to dealing with his arousal; it's not like he had to worry about any beasts or prolonged activity like climbing a cliffside. Instead he was content to let his stiff cock be; keeping his hands perched on the rocks of the water's edge even as the memories of his notches came across his mind.
Speaking uncouthly, he'd racked up quite a repertoire with the fairer sexes of the Kingdoms. Shiekah, Hylian, Rito, and Zora had found something alluring in him enough to debase themselves. While he wasn't in a hurry to question his fortune, he couldn't help but ponder. For instance, with only Amali's exception, the women sworn in matrimony had been willing to break their vows, quite eagerly it seemed. While his amnesia continued to persist, he could at least gander that such a union was hardly one to take lightly. And yet there were those that despite such a commitment would give him lingering gazes or a thinly veiled coy message; as if trying to bait him in.
That sat wrong with him. For all his flaws, Link wasn't some hapless bug that would wander into a spider's web, at least not by choice. Surely every opportunity he'd had had been one that he'd been initially dragged into and not bothered to draw back?
…
…Sophie. And Marot now that he figured (even if he could've humored her trade request as guilt-tripping). Beyond those two, it had always been a case of being jumped and going along with the rhythm. Sure he took the charge, but that was just who he was; and it's not like he was selfish, right? But still, he could see a budding problem with such a passive attitude: connections.
It was different for places like Rito Village or even Zora's Domain. Sure the latter knew him well, but the four…FIVE, that he'd shared skin with were unbound; free of a relationship to trample and defile. Hell, only two of them actually knew him by memory, and both had left him with feelings that left the Hylian confused…and honestly scared. Yet despite that he was already gone from the luminous stone-wrought city. If anything would bring him back, it wasn't any individual Zora.
But Hateno… well, he had a home there now; he was for all respects a member of their community and was known by name the second time he'd gone by. Whine he wasn't sure when he'd make it back down to Necluda, he had little doubt that future visits awaited him. That could bode unwell if he didn't watch himself… Or at the very least be a little more proactive about the consequences. It would be a debate that would surely keep him up the next few night…and was preventing him from enjoing his soak for long enough.
Coming out of his thoughts, Link noticed that at some point his erection had wilted and was left to lazily sway in what little current the pond offered. Beyond that, the overcast sky had cleared and the sun was now far behind Death Mountain, ready to reach the unseen horizon. Compared to Zorana's cooler climate, Akkala was warmer thanks to its proximity to both the coastline and Death Mountain. Meaning that even as the vestiges of night crept at his neck, he felt no chill.
Despite himself, the blond let out a long, deep yawn. Even if the water wasn't quite as warm as a hot spring, he couldn't help but grow lethargic. It was simply too relaxing here, listening to the grass blow in the wind; almost like…
…Bells?
The last thing he heard was a high-pitched giggle as his world went pink…
"It worked!" the little sprite squealed, her arcane shell bouncing with glee as she zipped around the completely stoic Hylian. Whatever blue had been in his eyes was completely supplanted by the pink glow of her charm. Even the whites of his sclera had been covered. His posture had slumped over; not reacting to anything, least of all the fairy flying in his face.
She'd been following him ever since he entered Zorana, trailing behind and being insufferably passive. Sure she was able to let off some dust in the waters below (and the multitude of Zora's that were indulging in the ruins beneath their Domain, even in the middle of a crisis), but the Zora were ALWAYS pretty overt and upfront about the subjects of their affections! She wasn't sure what caused them to get so damn prudish and attempt to conceal their sexual acts from traveler's eyes, but she'd have plenty of time to fix it once she'd gotten used to being active again. But that was for later on; right now she had to focus on the fact that she'd FINALLY been able to get a champion, and a deliciously prime cut at that!
Sure she'd gotten the boy twice, but those were love taps; hardly enough to keep him under her thrall. She'd had more hopes for the girl on the mountain, but how was she supposed to know that a repressed village maiden would frig herself as opposed to finding another partner to fuck senseless? Did that little brat even KNOW what sex was?! Well she probably did now after two rounds with HER champion…
Regardless; she had him in her grip now, and if what he showed with the Zoras were any indicator, then he'd be spreading her bliss all over; at least long enough to reach every fair lass from here to Hebra before his limits were reached. After that, those girls would entice more men, and so on and vice-versa until all the kingdom's denizens felt her love.
It'd be perfect! It'd be flawless! He was the key to restoring her powers! The thought of such a paradise was enough to warm her little fae heart…
"So how should we start?" her tiny voice mused as she turned back to face her thrall.
…Where'd he go?
Lonni dropped her bag and collapsed with a sigh, hearing the ruined karts planks protest in response. She was too tired to care however, and instead simply sat and listened to the evening sounds. She didn't even respond to the growling of her stomach, instead opting to go over her long day spent trudging along Sokkala and Kapeora Pass. In hindsight she'd probably not be finding anyone this far north; least of all a bachelor that would be interested in her… at least the view was pretty.
Letting out a deep yawn, the mature traveler opened her green eyes and lazily stared out over her surroundings. There was no denying that Akkala was hands down the most gorgeous region she'd visited; far nicer than her usual treks through the fields of Central Hyrule. Not to mention the plethora of monster's that could be found!
But for once it wasn't the prospects of monsters that had brought her here. On the contrary, after two decades of flying solo, the aged traveler was craving company. Not just any random vagabond, but someone that she could share her passion for the morbid research of monster kind with. To be honest, the rumors of a strange merchant up at Skull Lake were simply too good to be true, but maybe it'd be worth a gander. If nothing else, she was used to disappointment after scaring away prospective suitors with her interests…
Lonni let out a mirthless chuckle at the thought. She'd never really cared about her looks; the most she'd go for a natural look and had only just started bothering to apply some lipstick. Sure her physique was more akin to a Gerudo than any other Hylian, but chalk that up to her active lifestyle. Observing monsters often came with some less than stellar results after all. It just sucked that even if she found some guys willing to look past her stocky body, they'd tune out the second she brought up monsters.
The rustling of grass brought her out of her funk. Despite her lethargy, Lonni was promptly alert; drawing her worn Traveler's Sword and Hunter's Shield. "Who's there?!" the mature woman called as her green eyes scanned for anything suspicious. A small part of her hoping she'd catch sight of one of the Stalmoblin's she'd heard littered the region. Sadly for her, it wasn't a monster, but a mop of blond hair from some kid. How he'd managed to get so close without alerting her was left unresolved; she'd probably just been caught up in her thoughts after all.
Sighing at her own nerves, she sheathed her gear with a chuckle. "Hey buddy; what's with the –Mmph?!"
His attack on her lips took her by surprise. As her green pools darted around, she picked up on the disturbing number of scars littering his body, as well as the unsettling veil of pink that shined out from behind his eye sockets. What kind of monster was THIS?! Oh, and it turns out he was buck-naked and sporting a generous looking hard-on. Not that she was necessarily PLEASED with the sight given the circumstances.
She should've fought back; a swift kick between his legs, bitting his tongue, even something as simple as a headbutt. At the very least it would've made sense to try and step back out of his sloppy grip and away from those eerie glowing eyes…
…So why was she leaning in?
Chabi felt the wind leave her chest as the wicked club slammed her shield forward. The wood creaked and protested, but held strong. With a grunt and tongue unbefitting a lady, the traveler hit the ground. Seeing it's foe dazed, the blue-tinged Bokoblin elected to cheer; a decision that would ultimately cost it its life.
The olivette grit her teeth and rose. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was SOMETHING in her blood that screamed at her to stand up; to keep fighting until her last breath. That same call had kept her alive in the wild, and she wasn't eager to ignore it now. With strength that she'd earned through days of blood and tears, her grip on the Traveler's sword tightened…
The beast was sent reeling back from its premature jubilations. As it's Malice-tinged blood stained her steel, Chabi persisted and swiped twice, drawing more from the downed beast before she drew away. Her elder's words guided her to hold back; the battle wasn't over yet.
Enraged now, the beast reared into the sky, intent to bring its wicked club down on her head. A stab to its exposed knees spoke of the folly of such a plan. The Bokoblin recovered faster this time, already on its feet before she'd stepped up to meet it. The girl had only a second to raise her shield and block the monster's wild swing, sending it off kilter.
Sparing a glance at her shield, Chabi knew that there could only be a single blow left before it would break. She needed to finish this before that happened. With the Bokoblin already recovering its swing and charging forward, she had no time. If there was any time for her to finally get it right….
"Graah!"
*Woosh…CLANG! *
Rather than shattering wood, her ears were met with a satisfying tone; the same she'd heard from her grandfather's shield long before. Without its club, the stunned Bokoblin was utterly defenseless under her trio of slashes, falling to its knees as it's body started to crumble away…
The olive-tressed gal let out a massive sigh as her adrenaline siphoned out. Somehow she'd managed to survive, even after the pig-faced bastard had caught her by surprise. With any luck she could have a proper night's rest without any more distractions…
Lonni let out an unrestrained cry as her back hit the wooden wagon. Above her, the wild blond had already begun thrusting into her with utter abandon. It wasn't even as raw as a quick, rhythmless rut; just primal fucking little different than beasts. Her shirt was in utter tatters; barely clinging to her body after being torn open at the front. Somewhere off to the side, her vest and pack had been tossed away, leaving just a pair of ripped pants to expose her femininity. Not that modesty was a priority, far from it as a matter of fact.
Her attempt at dominance had been summarily short-lived; only long enough for her to roll atop him and have the ravenous blond pierce her folds before he shot up and pinned her back onto the rotted wood. With a steel grip on her thighs, he attacked her heaving tits. The sensation of his cock attacking her loins along with the littering of nicks and tongue lashes on her breasts was far too much stimulation, least of all for a sex-starved mature woman like her.
When his hands moved inward to wrap around her shoulders, the horny woman brought her hands up to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she struggled to match his thrusts. At some point in their antics her pigtails had come undone, leaving her neck-length hair stuck to her sweat-coated nape. Neither was aware of the audience of wolves that had gathered around them; kept at bay by the primal screams and cries of the two debased Hylians. When an inadvertent combination of her struggle and his gyrations caused his dick to brush her clit, the scream she let out caused the pack to scamper and alerted a certain fairy towards them…
There he was; already bringing another into their fold without her guidance! He was a natural at this once those little issues of morals and restraint were removed! To make things better, the glint of pink she'd noticed in the older woman's eyes meant that her champion could spread her influence WITHOUT her guidance.
The fae watched with glee as her thralls continued to rut with wild abandon, the blond now attacking her exposed neck even as he continued to pull her body into his. In response, the mature woman had gone limp in his hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her tongue stuck out of her outstretched mouth. 'Hmn, his stamina might be an issue if he's wasting time on someone that's already been turned… Oh well; not like I can do anything about that.' She mused as she watched her champion speed up in preparation for his own release…
*Crack! *
The now-splintered wood gave way, causing Lonni to fall into the gap beneath the platform of the ruined wagon and out of his grasp. With his cock ejected from her needy sex, his loads blasting out and thoroughly missed her now-closed vagina. Instead his seed splattered all over her sweaty, heaving body; painting the woman in milky white from her rust-tressed head to her crotch. Still, even if her womb had not been graced with his seed, there was no denying the influx of juices that poured from her gaping quim…nor the trails of pink that wafted out of their respective loins and coiled around the jubilant fairy.
Well things hadn't gone as well as she'd hoped, but the results were what she'd needed all the same. It was incredible; just having two of her pawns fuck had released THIS much energy?! She could only imagine how much would be released if he'd been able to properly climax inside the woman's womb. The fairy zipped by her panting carrier and came to a halt in front of the thoroughly fucked woman.
It'd take some time for the magic to sink in; at least eight hours by her figuring. After that this Hylian girl would be a secondhand carrier; not quite as potent as her champion, but still capable of either converting her partners, or marking them for a stronger carrier to drift towards. It was unfortunate to see that the girl was unable to bear a child… but as soon as she'd gotten enough strength back, the fae could do her best to fix that. She wouldn't permit the thought of having any of her subjects be barren in her Kingdom of Love…
"Well done, now let's see what we can do…next…"
"…AGAIN?!" the fae screeched, frantically zipping around for any sign of her first thrall. Not a sight to be found; just how LONG was she caught up in the bliss of her dirty thoughts or her silent vows?!
The moon was now well overhead; a crescent that would grow with the nights ahead before Malice would make it bleed red. Not that such a night was the concern of the lust fairy as she zipped around looking for any signs of her champion. The rolling hills of Akkala made it difficult however. After some silent panicking, the fae deduced he must've gone north; that's were all the inhabitants of the region were. So without a glance back at her second thrall, the fairy flew to the north, inadvertently zipping away from her target…
With her departure, it left only the exhausted woman to lay before her…
The peculiar taste of Monster's Extract met her taste buds as Chabi bit down on her meat skewer. It was a little cold, but still more than edible for her undiscerning tastes. She'd made it to the edge of the cliffside before setting up camp. Passing a few grazing horses and approaching one of those weird shrines, the traveler elected to set up at the foot of the hill looking out over Lake Akkala.
It was odd seeing these ancient Shrines active. When they'd started glowing orange, it had created quite a stir. Now there were cases like this were these ancient structures had a blue glow and were opened up. Whatever could've been inside them was already gone, and there were no signs of anything else to them. What could be held in these mysterious vaults?
But she wasn't really paying attention to the enigmatic structure, instead devoting her time to gazing out over the sprawling hills of Akkala. Having grown up in Necluda, she'd never imagined a place like this. To her, a mountain could only be an obstacle, not a path. And yet here; in this land of fire-tipped trees, she could make see all the way to the horizon.
Somewhere to the north was her target; the Fang and Bone shop helmed by the enigmatic Kilton. She'd follow the road as long as she could, probably at least till the northernmost Stable. From there it was likely that her travel would take her into the wilds of Deep Akkala. The thought of such was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Still, for now she could at least admire the cool night and take solace that she was out of the reach of the great unknown, at least for now. As she tossed away her used skewer, Chabi stretched her protesting arms and let out a deep yawn. Surely there could be no harm in a brief rest, right?
The sounds of struggle and…something, impacting rock brought her out of her stupor. Chabi managed to scramble to her feet just in time for the stranger to pull himself over the cliff's edge. There must've been a hundred foot drop between her and the landing below. Even if she factored the incline off to the right, that was STILL about fifteen feet of sheer rock. Did this psycho actually CLIMB all the way up here? For what purpose?!
"When the hell did you…?"
Even if she couldn't make out his face, she could at least see his lack of clothing and aggressive stance. The olivette just barely managed to dodge as he leapt past her. Now that she was certain he was hostile, the traveler wasted no time in drawing her sword and shield. "Hey get back. I-I'm warning you!" she warned, her stutter coming not from anxiety but from fighting back a yawn of all things.
While the meat in her stomach helped, Chabi was still quite drained from her earlier bout against the Bokoblin. Beyond that, her fifteen plus hour trek since leaving the Foothill Stable had caught up with her, meaning that she was fighting both her foe and her own body in tandem. Still, she kept her focus squarely on the danger before her, and with her lantern now facing him she could get a good look at the unnerving sight of her newest threat.
At one point he was perhaps attractive, but not now, not in her eyes. His blond hair was covered in dirt and twigs, falling over his scratched face. The sight of his numerous scars over finely defined muscles made her fight back the meat she'd been eating earlier. And those eyes; terrifying soulless pools of unearthly pink with what she swore were pinpricks of white.
The beast in Hylian flesh ignored her warning and lunged forward. Chabi swallowed the knot in her throat and tightened her grip, ready to strike. Perhaps a cut or two would be enough to spook him and make him turn tail. It'd worked on the Maraudo Wolves thus far…
Despite not even trying to dodge, the feral man kept charging towards her. If the swipe against his ribs had done anything, he sure as hell didn't show it. The olivette's distraction wound up costing her, as the blond tore her sword out of her hands and threw it away. When she felt the handle leave her grip, the girl instinctually brought up her shield.
It was a fruitless effort; even barehanded the monster was able to shatter her wooden barrier and secure a grip on her wrist. Momentairly stunned, Chabi attempted to wrest free, feeling his nails leaving welts in her struggle. "Damnit! You bast-Mmph?!"
"Ppph!" *THUD*
"Pwah!"
Chabi spat out the mixture of spit and blood. A strange taste lingered on her lips, but it was hardly something that the panicked woman wanted to focus on. Instead her frantic eyes caught the sight of her discarded sword, and she wasted no time scrambling over to reclaim it before turning back to face her assaulter.
Holding her sword shakily in front of her, the olivette fought to keep her breathing steady. Every instinct of hers was telling her to flee; to try and get away while the wild man was still downed. But with how fast he moved, she doubted that was a wise course of action. As the blond beast leveled his strange glowing eyes on her, Chabi felt a knot form in her throat. Dimly, she could just make out what that voice was saying.
'Run. Run. Run. Run….'
…
'… Not that way!'
She hadn't made it far forward before the corrupted Hylian had reached her. His bloody lips met hers and pushed her back, causing her to drop her sword at their feet. This far away from her lantern, there were only two sets of pink glowing in the darkness… Only for two more to slowly appear.
Only her shorts were torn; the sole barrier between him and her needy lips. Unlike Lonni, Chabi didn't even bother trying to fight for dominance, instead practically gushing on the spot as he rammed into her needy pussy. Feeling his strong grip on her lithe shoulders as his weight pressed down on her had an absurd impact as her loins became even moister at the showcase of primal authority. All the while she wanted that insufferable protesting voice to go away and let her submit in peace. Her twisted wish was granted as the beast started to thrust into her sex.
With both hands affixed to her hips, the blond forced his latest victim into the grass, rubbing her cheek and chestplate against the ground. Neither cared for such trivialities as comfort or safety. If she were in sound mind, the monster fangirl would've offered fleeting silent thanks that her hymen had been broken some time earlier. Instead she opted to clench her fingers, gathering clumps of dirt in her palms.
As the dying sun gave way into the night, their symphony of debasement grew. The horses that once listlessly grazed the gravesites of their riders had long since fled; leaving only two Hylians that had been robbed of their senses. Whilst the blond still persisted in drilling into her gushing pussy, his enthralled eyes gazed upon a peculiar sight. Without any coherent words, the fae's lustful champion relinquished his hold on her sweaty, marked hips and reached forward. Securing his coarse battered knuckles around her olive locks, the beast pulled back, forcing her body up and causing her to instinctually plant her palms into the dirt for support.
They were short; about the same length as Lonni's as a matter of fact. But the younger woman's sturdier bands meant that the braids stayed intact even under his rough treatment. Not that Chabi would've protested; the spikes of pleasure that came as her roots were pulled were worth any pain. For what could only have been the third time since her fall, the olivette let loose her feminine juices as her velvet walls chocked his penis. Third time ultimately proved the charm, as her corrupter reached his own release.
With a feral howl more befitting a wolf than a man, the blond slammed into Chabi while pulling her up to his chest. Her pained screams joined his as tears continued to pour from her clenched eyes. Whatever vestiage of humanity that remained in her was granted mercy as he let go of her hair and allowed the traveler to collapse onto the grass. Ignorant of her suffering, the beast kept pumping load after load into her greedy sex. Below him, Chabi's eyes rolled into the back of her head even as the sinister veil of pink settled in front of her clear blue pools. Her vision went white as what little strength left her…
The beast once known as Link looked down on the heaving form of his latest conquest. Even without the lust fairy, it was painfully obvious what the olive-headed girl would become. She wouldn't be a carrier like the first two, but bait. The little minx would entice others into her grip and hold them until a proper carrier answered her call and brought them into the fold. Such concepts were beyond his care however; only the fact that he'd succeeded twice for his Lady's ambition mattered… but it wasn't enough; he needed MORE.
Past the bridges, he smelled one…two…three…no, four huddled together. It would take a long time to reach them, but if he went over the hills he could reach them in half a day…
Wait…there was something else; something closer back the way he'd came. What little remained of his rational mind weighed his options; a longer journey for four or a quick prowl for one?
He leapt off the cliff, once again leaving her gaze…
Bliss
Pleasure
Euphoria
…
PAIN
…Silence
)o( That wasn't who I was expecting… )o( the Great Fairy of Fire frowned as she gazed at the pitiful display. No sooner had she ejected the enthralled blond from her spring did he pass out, quivering and shaking beneath her bud. Perhaps her attempts had been too much, but they were necessary to break that wicked fae's grip on his body. As the ageless woman bit her orange nails, she willed the crystalline layer on her breasts to once again cover her.
Mija couldn't help but feel sorry for the amnesiac lad; being strung about by arcane forces for HER twisted whims. While she personally had been happy to tease the boy, the last thing she'd wanted was for him to become little more than a puppet. Even ignoring his role as the Hero reborn, the boy had too much potential to be wasted in such a way. Not to mention trying such a foolhardy thing would surely bring the Trio's wrath down… not a prospect that she would consider in any circumstances.
But there were more important things to be concerned with now, especially if She had broken out of the confines that Mija and her sisters had created. Once Link woke up, she'd need to fill him in on what had happened over the past two days; what had been done to him, what he'd been compelled to do, and what she'd need from him to prevent it from happening again. But until that time, she'd need to forewarn her sisters and clean up the mess that SHE had created.
Without taking her eyes off his prone form, the violet-headed fae snapped her fingers, prompting four of her subjects forward. )o( Go to Cotera and Kaysa; tell them that Vena is back. )o( she ordered. The two fairies on her left shook and glowed before taking off to the south; one bearing west. )o( As for you two; go find the girls he's mated with and heal them. )o( With identical motions, the commanded duo took flight to find the prone forms of Lonni and Chabi.
As the Great Fairy watched their departure, a struggled retching noise brought her attention downward. Link had managed to rise by his hands, emptying the watery confines of his stomach. Even with such an unpleasant sight, the giant violette couldn't help but be hopeful that his recovery had so promptly finished. Alas it was short-lived, for no sooner had he finished coughing out an alarmingly large degree of water did he fall limp again.
Mija sighed, taking little solace in the fact she could still hear his heart beating. It was progress at least. With another snap, a single fairy zipped forward from out of the trees. )o( This will take longer than I thought… go to where Vena enthralled him and guard his belongings. I will send him your way once we've…discussed, what has transpired. )o( the great fae explained. With only a single glance forward, the Great Fairy turned back to the shuddering form of Link as her subject took off into the night…
It started to rain shortly after the smaller fairy left for her task. Not that she paid any attention mind; her focus was sorely on following the vile trail left behind by Vena's corruptive flight. Finding the source was easy enough however, and only carried the slight burden of her fighting every nerve and organ of her diminutive body to keep from retching. Pouring that much concentration into strengthening her body meant that she could no longer focus on the barrier surrounding her, which flickered and died, exposing her true form to the naked night air. But such a sight was far from any mortal eyes.
His clothes were easy to find, as was the ancient slate. They were right where'd he left them; beneath the Goddess' watchful eyes…
Had to do some minor tweaks for Mija's dialogue since FF doesn't like the chevrons. I'm going to exeriment with putting the next set of entries under a single story since FF is kind of more built for that setup (plus being able to discern hits by chapter is a good tool to use).