Summoner's Just Wanna have fun

At first, Lulu was afraid for Yuna. Who knew what Seymour might try, or if he had some trick up his sleeve?
After about five minutes, Lulu felt rather bored.
After five more minutes, she peaked inside to see what was happening and quickly averted her gaze.
Where had Yuna’s clothes gone?
Hearing strange sounds from the room, she peaked in again… just to make sure.
She saw Yuna’s back curve as she said something to Seymour. Lulu’s gaze trailed along the spine of Yuna’s back, the small muscles flexing against the skin, the small breasts relieved of that ugly bra and the kimono. Nothing to hold them stiffly in place anymore. Nothing… nothing to conceal those pointed nipples.
Lulu heard Seymour give out a tiny squeak and Yuna moan from it, surprised at finding herself moaning along with her.
Yuna’s hand moved Seymour’s to his belt and she kept talking. Lulu’s hands moved along the smooth brocade of her corset, running over her taught nipples, sending electric shocks each time she brushed over them.
Her fingers moved faster, alternating over her breasts.
She panted, watching Yuna move Seymour’s hand over his erection, buried in his elegant pants—not so elegant anymore. Her corset constricted her breathing, held her breasts in place, made her nipples ache against the fabric—Oh, Yevon, it just made her feel hotter and her blood pump faster.
She slumped against the wall, her eyes on the scene between Yuna and Seymour. Now his pants and underwear had finally been removed. He looked like he was being tortured.
Oh, but such torture. She remembered when Chappu would do that to her. He would make her wait, and squirm and moan, and scream for him to finish the job. He always did, but it was like drowning when he did. A wave washed over you and you weren’t sure of the sensation until it began to subside and you realized you were in fact alive—that part wasn’t like drowning.
Her free hand went to her thigh, lowering her panythose in an effort to save them from being destroyed soon. The sensation of her thumbnail along her bare skin made it tighten and prickle with Goosebumps. She moaned loudly and rubbed her first hand over her bare breasts—what wasn’t covered by the corset.
Her hand on her thigh forgot her pantyhose and began to rub and tease up and down her thigh, working closer and closer to her wet panties.
She arched against the wall and moaned again, this time louder. She closed the door slightly. Just enough to keep an eye on the couple in the room.
“Um…”
She turned her head and froze, one hand at her back to loosen her corset, the other pulling her panties down just enough to give herself access.
Standing in front of her was a tall, armed, and very red in the face guardsman.
Truthfully, he wasn’t all that bad looking.
His hair, in the strong light, not the darkness of the trees and dimness of the evening, was not gray and aged, but silver and had a beautiful strong and healthy glow of youth.
The armor he wore played tricks on those who didn’t look too closely or too long. Take it all off and he had a long, lean torso, a long, thin waist that lead to strong hips and long legs. His shoulders were broad, leading to the trademark long arms of his race, but they weren’t so alien they couldn’t appeal to those who gave him consideration.
Yes, he wasn’t so bad without clothes; in fact, Lulu wondered what he looked like without them.
Lulu took her hands away. The wait would be worth it.
She kept her eyes on the guard, who was growing increasingly uncomfortable—in more ways than one, she could see.
She gestured for him to come closer.
“…Do you… want something…?” he asked.
“Can you undo this corset?” she asked, slowly standing up, creeping up against he wall, so the fabric of her dress flowed over her curves, and exposed others.
“…I…” he said, but lost al resolve as Lulu turned around for him. “I have to teak these off, first.”
“Let me,” Lulu said, spinning back around.
He wanted to stop her but apparently, to him, attractive human females could be extremely insistent.
The armor was all one piece, and by the time Lulu had removed it, he was giving her quite a showing nothing but a large shirt and his pants—which were too tight at the moment.
His armor was meant to look intimidating, not attractive, and now, without it, he did achieve the latter.
“Now can you undo my corset?” Lulu asked, leaning against him. “I think it’s too tight.”
There was no real other option than to stand there with an aroused female on him until someone came and found him, and then how would he explain himself? Besides, she wasn’t too bad for a human.
He started working his long fingers around the laces and undid as many as he could. It was just like undoing his armor… except there was bare flesh underneath.
Her corset undone, she leaned away enough to give him an ample view of her chest and slide the corset off. Without the corset, her dress had no real support on her chest, and fell away, showing her red, tight nipples.
Lulu reached under his shirt and traced over his chest before pulling it off him.
“Uh…” he said.
“If you wanted to stop, you should’ve spoken up,” Lulu scolded in a sultry tone and started unbuckling a few belts, high on her skirt. “Now are you going to take those off, or can’t you hear me with so little blood getting to your brain?”
He knew how to take orders, and he wasn’t going to argue.
His long fingers tore his pants and underwear down, and with nothing between him and Lulu, he took the initiative.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed against the wall for sup as as he moved in between her legs, past the undone belts of her skirt.
At first he wondered if, in his sudden haste, he had hurt the fragile human woman.
Those thought were swiftly abated as Lulu moaned, squeezing against him and grabbing his shoulders at the feeling of him inside of her.
Slowly he pulled away and pusforwforward, eliciting another long moan from the black mage. He repeated the action, and again, finding a good rhythm that suited this strange, yet extremely tempting woman he now held.
He suddenly stopped and gasped, gripping her shoulders tighter as he climaxed with her, her body shuddering and shaking and they both slid down the wall, unable to firmly grip anything, to even think straight.
Lulu body slowly ceased its shudders and the stars in front of their eyes dissipated and left them both panting and messy on the floor.
“I’ll help you into yours if you help me into mine,” she said, her voice cold, firm, yet alluring as it had always been. Then again, maybe it was just her breasts, red and tight from either arousal or the sudden cold.