The Dresspheres
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy X-2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
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Currently Reading:
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Gun Mage
Rikku lies flat on her back, looking down at Paine over the curve of her belly. “I hate those things,” she mumbles, pointing to the dead Iron Sides that is rapidly turning into Pyreflies.
“Mhm,” Paine mumbles, more interested in the black garter holding Rikku’s purple stocking up.
“Wish Yunie were here, to help us with that,” Rikku says, still sprawled out on soft sand on Besaid’s beach.
“Mhm.” Paine sits up and looks over. They’re in a pretty secluded part of the beach, and it’s night besides. Nobody would notice if they…had some fun. And just the other day, Rikku was saying that they should try something… spicier. Okay, so Paine’s always been a bit embarrassed about this… predilection, but, well… after the thing with the gun, she doubts that Rikku will freak out on her about something as trivial as… this.
“What?” Rikku gets up on her elbows to look down her body at Paine.
“What what?” Paine takes Rikku’s booted foot into her lap and begins to tug it off, then reaches for the other one.
“What are you doin’?” Rikku wriggles her still somewhat covered toes at Paine.
“Taking your boots off.” Paine tugs the other boot off, then reached up Rikku’s leg to her garter.
“Why?” Rikku wriggles her toes, still in their purple stockings.
“Because I want to.” Paine absently pinches one of Rikku’s small toes, tugging it hard enough to make it crack.
Rikku lets off a muffled moan. “That feels good,” she mumbles, attempting to grip at Paine’s fingers with her toe.
“Glad you think so,” Paine says lightly, and tugs on another toe through the purple stocking. She uses her thumb to knead at the ball of Rikku’s foot, then the sole. She smirks when she feels Rikku groan, loudly.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” Rikku goes back to lying flat on her back, too tired to even change out of the Gun Mage dressphere.
“Eh, here and there.” Paine reaches up, up, up Rikku’s thigh and begins to roll the purple stocking down and off of Rikku’s leg, her ankle, her foot.
“Is this kinda like my oral-wachamacallit?” Rikku lazily reaches her bare foot up, pressing the toes against Paine’s lips.
“I can’t give you a foot rub?” Paine tries to keep her voice innocent and tries to resist the urge to kiss Rikku’s toes.
Rikku snickers and reaches her foot down, to grind the heel into the seam of Paine’s pants, which, in turn, grinds the seam of Paine’s pants right against the more sensitive parts of her anatomy.
Paine hisses and her hips jerk. She grabs hold of Rikku’s ankle, but instead of pushing it away, she kisses the tips of Rikku’s toes, enjoying the view she gets up Rikku’s skirt… thing when the girl has her leg up.
Rikku rhythmically rocks her heel, her toes squeezing one of Paine’s belts. “I don’t mind, y’know,” she says in a voice with laughter trickling through it.
“Don’t mind… what?” Paine asks, her voice hoarse. She grabs the ankle that is resting in her lap and pulls Rikku’s foot closer.
“Your foot fetish,” Rikku says, and presses down in that way she knows Paine absolutely loves.
“I don’t have a f-f-foot fetish,” Paine mumbles, then groans, hard.
“Mhm,” Rikku says, unimpressed, and sits up, taking her foot off of Paine’s mouth to replace it with her own mouth, kissing her silly while her fingers sneak under Paine’s top to knead at her breasts and twist at her nipples.
If Paine weren’t preoccupied by the pleasure racing through her whole body, she might be a bit embarrassed by how fast it actually takes her to come. However, she’s distracted, and when she comes, she kisses Rikku and holds the foot against her, in hopes of riding the orgasm.
Rikku breaks the kiss. “Don’t have a foot fetish, huh?” She flexes her toes against Paine’s crotch.
Paine rolls her eyes and stuffs two fingers in Rikku’s mouth, killing two birds with one stone (as it were); shutting her up, and pointing out Rikku’s own slightly embarrassing tendency.
Rikku just grins and suckles at Paine’s fingers; she’s harder to faze then that.
“Mhm,” Paine mumbles, more interested in the black garter holding Rikku’s purple stocking up.
“Wish Yunie were here, to help us with that,” Rikku says, still sprawled out on soft sand on Besaid’s beach.
“Mhm.” Paine sits up and looks over. They’re in a pretty secluded part of the beach, and it’s night besides. Nobody would notice if they…had some fun. And just the other day, Rikku was saying that they should try something… spicier. Okay, so Paine’s always been a bit embarrassed about this… predilection, but, well… after the thing with the gun, she doubts that Rikku will freak out on her about something as trivial as… this.
“What?” Rikku gets up on her elbows to look down her body at Paine.
“What what?” Paine takes Rikku’s booted foot into her lap and begins to tug it off, then reaches for the other one.
“What are you doin’?” Rikku wriggles her still somewhat covered toes at Paine.
“Taking your boots off.” Paine tugs the other boot off, then reached up Rikku’s leg to her garter.
“Why?” Rikku wriggles her toes, still in their purple stockings.
“Because I want to.” Paine absently pinches one of Rikku’s small toes, tugging it hard enough to make it crack.
Rikku lets off a muffled moan. “That feels good,” she mumbles, attempting to grip at Paine’s fingers with her toe.
“Glad you think so,” Paine says lightly, and tugs on another toe through the purple stocking. She uses her thumb to knead at the ball of Rikku’s foot, then the sole. She smirks when she feels Rikku groan, loudly.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” Rikku goes back to lying flat on her back, too tired to even change out of the Gun Mage dressphere.
“Eh, here and there.” Paine reaches up, up, up Rikku’s thigh and begins to roll the purple stocking down and off of Rikku’s leg, her ankle, her foot.
“Is this kinda like my oral-wachamacallit?” Rikku lazily reaches her bare foot up, pressing the toes against Paine’s lips.
“I can’t give you a foot rub?” Paine tries to keep her voice innocent and tries to resist the urge to kiss Rikku’s toes.
Rikku snickers and reaches her foot down, to grind the heel into the seam of Paine’s pants, which, in turn, grinds the seam of Paine’s pants right against the more sensitive parts of her anatomy.
Paine hisses and her hips jerk. She grabs hold of Rikku’s ankle, but instead of pushing it away, she kisses the tips of Rikku’s toes, enjoying the view she gets up Rikku’s skirt… thing when the girl has her leg up.
Rikku rhythmically rocks her heel, her toes squeezing one of Paine’s belts. “I don’t mind, y’know,” she says in a voice with laughter trickling through it.
“Don’t mind… what?” Paine asks, her voice hoarse. She grabs the ankle that is resting in her lap and pulls Rikku’s foot closer.
“Your foot fetish,” Rikku says, and presses down in that way she knows Paine absolutely loves.
“I don’t have a f-f-foot fetish,” Paine mumbles, then groans, hard.
“Mhm,” Rikku says, unimpressed, and sits up, taking her foot off of Paine’s mouth to replace it with her own mouth, kissing her silly while her fingers sneak under Paine’s top to knead at her breasts and twist at her nipples.
If Paine weren’t preoccupied by the pleasure racing through her whole body, she might be a bit embarrassed by how fast it actually takes her to come. However, she’s distracted, and when she comes, she kisses Rikku and holds the foot against her, in hopes of riding the orgasm.
Rikku breaks the kiss. “Don’t have a foot fetish, huh?” She flexes her toes against Paine’s crotch.
Paine rolls her eyes and stuffs two fingers in Rikku’s mouth, killing two birds with one stone (as it were); shutting her up, and pointing out Rikku’s own slightly embarrassing tendency.
Rikku just grins and suckles at Paine’s fingers; she’s harder to faze then that.