Different Shapes and Sizes

Love and honor

Dark Thunder waked into his mog house, tired, sweaty and covered in blood from a long few days of adventuring. His Shining white armor was strained Brown in places from the blood of enemies he and his friends had destroyed. It was nothing his moogle could not take care of, having full faith in the small white flying creature that haunted his home. The tall broad paladin put his Sword, Excalibur, and his shield down on the top of some storage cabinets, locking the door as he entered.

“Moogle?”

The creature did not answer from the firelit room, the only sound a soft snoring from the bed in the corner. He walked over to see a small pair of pointed brown ears surrounded by soft, familiar red hair. He smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to not wake the sleeping female in his bed.

“Dark?”

The woman sat up, the slight form of a Mithra named Amalea looking up at the much larger form on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with smiling eyes, admiring the topless view. He had always loved that about her, her comfort with nudity around him. Most found him an imposing figure, one to be guarded around. She had always felt safest with him and the comfort they had shared was immeasurable. To find her lying in his bed was more common than not and he was always happy to find her there, knowing she was safe from her own travels.

“Go back to Sleep Ama.”

She shook her head, obviously trying to rid herself of the cobwebs, letting the blankets fall to her waist fully as she stretched. “I’m awake now. You look like hell. Hard time?”

He nodded, casting off his boots and gloves, stretching his hard frame, body stiff. “Life of a Paladin, gotta take one, or ten for the team. Nothing a good night’s sleep wont fix.”

She got up from the blankets, her nude form curling up behind him, hands on her shoulders, helping him lift the heavy chainmail from his body. The blue tint to his skin was enhanced by the glistening of sweat, glistening as the firelight hit his skin, illuminating the varied reds and brown of his short spiked hair. He felt a chill as the cool air of the room fell upon him as Amalea threw the metal to the ground. She put her head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of pure male, wrapping her arms around his body as best she could.

“Youre warm.” She said as her hands ran down his body, touching strong chest muscles, hardened arms, a trim strong back and muscular hips. He relished the small hands touching his weary form, caressing and kneading the weariness from his body. “Take some time off Dark, the world can get by for a while without you.”

“It’s what I know to do Ama. I protect. I cant let my guard down or even a second.”

She smiled, lips moving to touch the skin on his neck. “Not even with me?” He moaned, feeling small clawed hands making their way into his pants and her smile against his neck. “Not even to feel like more than a protector?”

He smiled and turned to her, taking her face in his hands as he kissed her deeply, tongue inviting her to open and the invitation being fully accepted as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders and began the dance all lovers step when in love with another.

“Dark, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too Ama.” He stroked the darker markings of her face as she watched her blue eyes. He smiled as he leaned forward and touched his lips to hers again, savoring the taste and feel of his beloved in his arms. He felt her move her hands back down his body, reaching for the clasp of his breeches. He knew what she was up to, and smiled as he pulled away, lifting the small woman up in this arms, laying back on the bed with her over him. He watched as she lifted herself up, smiling and beginning to unhook the fastenings keeping his pants shut. As soon as they were open he felt her slide them off his body, lifting his hips to help her, watching her fling the shining white material to the wall.

“Little antsy there Amalea?” He smiled, feeling her gaze between his legs, reaching for the prize there as she leaned up and kissed him deeply.

“Well, you’ve been gone for a while and I’ve been lonely. I think you should make it up to me.” He smiled at the teasing, feeling hands on his cock, the thick organ rising to greet his lover as she stroked him, her smile making him wonder for a second what she really had up her sleeve. As he watched she lowered herself between his legs, his semi-erect 15 inches beginning to twitch in anticipation as she placed her mouth on the tip, a soft innocent kiss laid at the base of the head. He groaned, his body fully reacting to the feeling of hands, lips, wet heat and the intoxicating aroma of aroused female meeting his senses.

“Amalea…” He groaned through gritted teeth, the feeling of her wet slick mouth taking him in, hands clutching the base and moving in rhythm with her bobbing head. His hand moved to the back of her head as she worked, holding her close, but allowing her to work her own form of magic. He knew she enjoyed the power she had over one of the most commanding and powerful figures in all of Vana’diel. He wasn’t going to complain and was thoroughly planning on enjoying the entire experience of having a gorgeous red-haired strong female Mithra, submissive and willing, completely happy with lying between his legs and servicing him. He leaned back on the headboard and watched as she worked her mouth around him, humming and moaning as she moved, deep throating what she could, working her hands on the rest. The sight was incredibly erotic to him, watching him enter her mouth, driving him close to the edge.

His eyes began to roll back into his head as he felt the familiar tingling he knew she wanted him to feel. He grunted in pleasure, knowing she would not like it if he pushed her away now, Ama being a woman who enjoyed the feel and taste of swallowing all of him. He held her closer to himself as he let her take more of him in, opening her throat and inhaling as she felt the hit of thick milky cum hit the back of it. Dark pumped against her, pulling her closer in as he roared his pleasure loudly, eyes slammed shut, hips arched off the bed as he came. He barely had the strength to look up and see the small bit of white leaking from the side of her mouth be scooped up with a finger and ingested with the rest, the Mithran woman having a completely innocent look upon her face.

“Forget monsters, you will be the death of me woman.”

She smiled as she crawled up and curled up in his arms, face buried in his neck as he held her in his arms. “I Love You Dark. I want you to be happy”

He smiled as he pulled the small woman tighter into his arms. “I Love you too, Ama”

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The Mithra awoke to her Galka lover making small circles over her flesh, around her nipples and down her thighs, slowly, barely touching. She squirmed a bit but tried to remain motionless, watching him as he touched her attentively, smiling at the small sounds she made in her throat. Her mewls and moans made the huge male smile, his eyes twinkling as he continued his work on her body, swirling over a nipple lightly, moving down to rub a smoothly muscled but very feminine thigh, grazing over the curve of a hip and back up to caress a bare shoulder. She shuddered as she barely felt the touches, moving into the touch as she spoke.

“Tease.”

“Mmmm… I like teasing you. I like to watch you squirm.” He smiled as he continued, hands touching flesh until he had his Mithra writhing beside him, panting and silently begging for his touch. He let his hand continue down between her thighs and against her warmth. She bucked as his hand entered her, a probing finger slipping within. Her body writhed, unable to handle the presence of the thick digit stroking her body. With the finger prenetrating her the size of a normal hume’s shaft, the Mithra instantly came, crying out her pleasure in Dark’s arms. He held his single finger in her body, adding another slowly, knowing to be gentle and stretch his much smaller beloved, wanting to cause pleasure not pain. He began to stroke within her again as she came down from her high, moving against his hand.

“Dark, Please…”

He smiled hearing the plea in her tone as he pulled away, eliciting a moan of longing from Ama, but moving above her, cock straight and proud in its bed of red and brown hair. He leaned above her, pulling her legs around his body, spreading her wide as he lowered himself to her. He groaned at the tightness of her body gripping him as he entered. He moved himself deeper within her, kissing and whispering to her as he felt her react to the slight pain, her body accepting the huge dick within her and stretching to accommodate all 15 inches as best she could.

“Hurts Dark.”

He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead as he moved inside her, their bodies moving in the rythym of a couple who knew the other as lovers, friends and soulmates. . “I would never hurt you on purpose, Amalea, I Love You.” He moved harder into her as he felt her relax. Her hands slid down his arms, scratching him only deep enough to make small welts as she cried out for him. The Galka’s head moved into her shoulder, inhaling the smell of the tiny mithra beneath him. His body craved to fill her, let go and let her feel how much he loved her. Yet he would wait for her, her body dictating when it was time.

It didn’t take long to feel her slip over the edge, her voice and touch frantic as she exploded.

“Dark… Please! I want you.”

He followed behind her in ecstacy, the hot sticky liquid filling her again as Dark roared. As he finshe he lay above her, careful to not crush her as her rolled them to the side, still buried deep within her. He felt her lay her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they lay there, silent and comfortable.

“I love you Dark.” She touched his face as he leaned forward to kiss her, admiring the beautiful woman he loved. “I Love you Too Amalea. I will be here for you forever…”