Word September 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 31.May.2011

Summary: 01 September 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa

Author Notes: ascetic, noun;

1. One who renounces material comforts and practices extreme self-denial, especially as an act of religious devotion.

adjective;

1. Pertaining to or characteristic of an ascetic; extremely strict in self-denial; austere; severe.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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It was a difficult decision to uphold sometimes, especially when her husband was outright sobbing in undeniable ecstasy. It had been a long, difficult struggle, but in the end it was worth it to have Kain by their sides once more. The dragoon was very much theirs, regardless of the fact that he was not technically included in their marriage; he was still a member of their family. Rosa loved him very much, just as he loved her, and it was wonderful to be enveloped in the wholehearted love of two very exceptional men. But the Highwinds were known as the dragon clan for a very good reason, and her lover did not and could not possibly fit completely inside of her during intimate moments. It had hurt when she had tried it, regardless of the gentle care that the older blonde put forth, and she had bit her tongue and bore the pain only once. Fortunately, that had been enough for her to conceive his legacy, for the white mage had no interest in a repeat performance. But she did not wish to leave her lover in the lurch, not when he was so kind and caring and had tried so very hard to be easy on her. It wasn't his fault that his spear was too much for her.

Cecil hadn't known how to take her request, for he had never lain with their dragoon without Rosa between them. Her husband was clever enough to pick up on the fact that she had no interest in joining with Kain again, although he wasn't able to discern why, but then he'd gone and completely misrepresented what she'd wanted him to do. Dear Cecil really was obtuse sometimes, but it was sweet of him to do something he clearly had doubts on just because he thought that it was what she wanted. Rosa had been stunned the first time she'd seen it, the first time they'd done it. The paladin could take the dragoon's full length, although it must have hurt at least a little; her husband's pinched, flushed face showed a lot more pleasure than pain, however. It was heady, watching such a lewd display; if she focused, she could almost see the length of Kain's spear pressed up against the tight skin of Cecil's abdomen, rocking in and out of her husband in long, smooth thrusts. It was too tempting to place her hands against her paladin's stomach, to gently press and feel how her dragoon filled their king so completely, and she had to bite her lips as Kain groaned while Cecil threw his head back with a lusty cry as she did so. It was impressive, how big the older knight felt inside of her husband, and she spent several minutes mapping out all that she could, spurred on by how Kain began to grind against her palms and how Cecil arched and squirmed so helplessly, moaning piteously as his own swollen sword pitched up and down in the air.

Her lover had bedded her husband regularly ever since, never failing to leave Cecil breathless and thoroughly satisfied, incapable of using his legs for a good ten minutes or more afterward. She wished that she could feel the same things as her paladin, have that same level of bliss, but Rosa could not contain their lover, not like Cecil could. She had to remind herself whenever she began to waver that she could never enjoy her lover the same way her husband could, and she needed only to recall the intensity of her pain to reaffirm that she was giving Kain the most pleasure she could by letting him fit himself snugly into her husband and then massaging the length of his spear through Cecil's abdomen. It worked well to appease her dragoon's desire for intimacy, and she need not bear the pain of it again.