Final Fantasy IV - Public Love

Public Love, part 3

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com



"Rise up, Rosa," said Cecil after a while, and she did, to meet him with a kiss. Cecil grabbed her round buttocks firmly, and then he pulled upward, squeezing her round ass in his hands, spread wide around her smooth buttcheeks. She yelped at first, but then gave herself onto Cecil, lifting up into his hold and wrapping her legs around him. He pushed her against the stone wall and guided his erection at her entrance, then pushed in, penetrating his wife while Mary watched. Rosa moaned as he slid inside her wet sheath, now slightly more tender, and their naked bodies pressed tightly together as he thrust himself inside her powerfully, his eyes burning with renewed lust, and hers filled with filling surrender and need. Her back scraped against the wall as Cecil fucked her, but she cared more about his chest brushing against her supple breasts, teasing her nipples. He pressed her lips against her, with yearning, and they struggled to breathe for their desire for each other.



Mary watched their union with exhilaration. The king and queen were beautiful, a perfect couple, their lovemaking telling of a mutual bond that gripped her insides painfully, even as she was happy of being allowed to witness it, pleasuring herself and longing for a bond so strong and loving. The king, strong and muscled, and his wife, the beautiful Rosa, her smooth skin glistening sensually, her legs wrapped eagerly around her husband, her full, round breasts pressed against that toned chest, with beautiful flowing golden hair matching her husband's silver, their every movement and sound signalling perfect union.



But as Rosa's moans grew deeper, Cecil noticed an anxious tone uncommon to her, and with a deep heave, stopped and lowered Rosa a little in his lap. Taking his signal, Rosa lowered her legs, and stood on the floor, slightly perplexed.



"I don't want you to be hurt, Rosa."



"It's - it's alright," she said, surprised he had noticed. He trailed a hand along her smooth back, only now there were some chafes. He brought back his fingers, and there was a small amount of blood on them. Behind her back, there were a few thin stripes on the rough wall as well.



Cecil took the red-tipped fingers into his mouth and when he took them out, they were clean of her blood. All the time he looked intently at her, and something in his expression made her start the incantation of a cure spell under her breath. Then sparkles of magical energy wrapped around her naked body, and when he caressed her back again, there was no blood or chafing. His expression softened into a smile, and he looked sideways at Mary, then searched Rosa's eyes. She nodded imperceptibly, then he pressed another deep kiss onto her lips, slower and more relaxed now.



When they broke off from the kiss, Cecil turned towards Mary, and she suddenly realized how exposed she was, her tits bare and her legs spread, giving the king an uncovered view of her wet beaver as she frigged herself, and conflicting emotions flooded her, lust for showing herself for him, and confusion about what she was doing and what she was supposed to be doing.



"Would you like to join us?" he said, and his voice and peaceful eyes melted away her uncertainty. He extended a hand, and she rose off the barrel to take it, and then the king drew her towards him and wrapped his other arm around her barenaked body. He gave her a kiss, and though it was lighter than the one he just shared with Rosa, it made a jolt go down Mary's body. Then he moved onto the upper curves of her tits, lavishing them with his mouth and tongue, then with his hands, grasping her full mounds powerfully and caressing their smooth skin and playing with her nipples. His naked body, so close to her, and she managed the courage to feel him in return, caressing the king's toned frame, brimming with strength. Her hands found his taut bottom, and she looked up into his face, meeting his blue eyes and reassuring, warm smile.



"Try it, if you like," he said, and Mary knew what he meant, the reminder standing hard between them. She took a hand to the king's erect penis, wet from the queen's sex, and felt a well of heat rise inside her as the hard, slimy cock pulsed in her soft grip.



"Would you like to feel it inside you, Mary?" asked Rosa from behind Cecil. The naked queen was sitting on one of the waist-high crates pushed against the back of the storeroom, her legs unabashedly spread, and caressing her puffy, slick slit slowly.



Without thinking, she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it. Only then she realized that she was tasting the combined sex juices of Baron's rulers, who were now offering to have her join them. Even if she hadn't been fuming with lust inside and dripping wet outside, how could she have refused? "Yes," she gasped, heady with anticipation.



Cecil had observed how casually she had licked her wet fingers, and the way the maid's gaze lingered over Rosa when she did so. Rosa obviously had no qualms about sharing their love temporarily with Mary, so neither did he. He took her hand, and licked her fingers completely clean, then kissed her again, slower and more decisively now. Then he stepped behind her, putting her between Rosa and him.



"Cecil my love, this reminds me of that time with Rydia. Do you remember?"



"Yes... I do," he said, guiding Mary closer to Rosa, and she wondered who the person mentioned was, let alone 'that time'. Her imagination ran wild as she watched the beautiful queen, and imagined herself in somebody else's place. Her Highness' form exuded grace, even completely bared. Her golden blonde curls framed her sensual expression, and her full, heaving breasts settled alluringly on her chest, her nipples calling for attention. Between her smooth stomach and long, supple thighs lay her cove of femininity framed by golden twirls, inviting touch and adoration.



Mary was halfclothed between the two nude nobles, but they didn't mind. Rosa extended her hand and gave it for another taste, then drew her in for a kiss. At the same time, Cecil jumbled up her red skirt, and caressed her rotund bottom. Mary had moved on to hungrily kissing Rosa's breasts when he suddenly slipped inside her, making her yelp. Then Rosa pressed her head down, towards her sex, and she dove further voluntarily, eager to serve the queen's snatch with her tongue, as her pussy was serving the king's cock.



"Mmh... I hope to meet Rydia again soon," said Rosa, enjoying the soft touch of Mary's mouth.



"Ahh-- duly noted," Cecil responded, working himself into a rhythm as he slapped against the maid's bared ass.



She was in heaven. Rosa's sensual, intoxicating scent filled her nostrils, and the king himself was fucking her, his hard filling her wet and needy pussy again and again. It was the most incredible thing of her life, and best of all, in their earlier talk the queen had not restricted her about talking about it. But for now, she wouldn't have cared even if she had, dizzy and hot with pleasure, working up a sweat in her clothes. The king's motion inside her was not straightforward but slightly curved, not that she would have needed any more arousal after watching her. The queen must have been very happy with the king's sexual prowess, besides their visible love.



Mary started moaning loudly, not minding that they would be heard, her mouth and chin now dripping with Rosa's wetness. It was too much for her, their overflowing sensuality, her overcharged sexual tension, excitement and heat boiling all over her body, her heavy tits jiggling when he wasn't reaching around to grasp them.



Cecil did his best to sense her need and feed it. He looked up at his wife, and found her looking at him intently, visibly excited as Mary was about to come. She was radiating sensual beauty, and her position caught his eye. He admired the sight of her from all his heart, her smooth skin glistening slightly with sweat, her likewise glistening breasts heaving so temptingly that he almost wanted to pull out and splash his seed on them, and another woman, Mary, between her legs, even though she was too overwhelmed to keep licking Rosa's sex anymore.



Then Mary wailed, and gripped Rosa's hips desperately, moaning loudly as she started convulsing around his member, and wavelike motions went through her body. Rosa smiled serenely at her as she came, and Cecil pushed on, heaving as he drove his member back and forth for what he could, making her moan and gasp in succession, as she came with helpless surrender between them. Then she settled down, and leaned her head between Rosa's legs, trying to say something in the aftershocks of her climax.



"Owowohhh... please, your highness, come on me... -hahh- decorate me with your jizz, king Cecil..." she moaned, exhausted.



"Go right ahead, my darling... I love to see you in the heights of passion when you ejaculate and let your semen fly... now cover Mary in her bliss with yours... spent and helpless, adorn her with gouts of sperm from your beautiful cock..." said Rosa, in a haze of lust, breathing heavily and a deep red on her flushed cheeks.



He withdrew his sloppy member from Mary's sex, and wrapped some of her red skirt around it, starting to stroke himself. Rosa gasped, and went into the words of a spell Cecil knew well. When he was closing on, Rosa finished casting Cura on him, and suddenly he couldn't restrain his urge to come. With a loud groan, Cecil let his seed fly. Rosa watched with excitement as coils of his thick spooge jetted on Mary's bare upper back in the blouse, and his expression of pleasure. Mary moaned as she felt her king's warm spunk land on her skin, and she knew it was splashing on her clothes too as she felt some of it seep through the fabric.



Cecil managed to push aside Mary's red skirt to blast more of his copious load on Mary's butt, besides the skirt itself, until her behind and the backside of her clothes were a mess of sperm, splashed haphazardly with thick ropes of cum all over.



By now, Mary was feeling weak in the knees, and all over her body, holding up in her position after her exhausting climax. Rosa noticed, and slipped down from the crate in front of Mary, to help the barenaked barmaid lean on her as she knelt down and forward to the floor. Their breasts pressed together, erect nipples poking each other's supple busts, and Rosa kissed Mary again, sensing her tender bliss after being pleasured by her husband. Rosa caressed her hand along the brunette's backside, and all along the way, long lines of Cecil's semen covered her skin and were sticking to her clothes. She took her hand back and rubbed the slimy mess on Mary's boobs, then took the hand to her snatch.



Cecil watched with mouth agape from his recent pleasure and admiration as his beautiful wife shared a long kiss with the barmaid. He also took in the sight of her backside strewn with his sperm, from her bare, round ass to her red skirt, jumbled at her waist and soiled with his royal white seed. On her white blouse he could just barely see some of thick strands and wet patches, and the naked skin of her back over the blouse glistened with the semen that Rosa had spread around.



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You can read an alternate part 3 and conclusion at http://ff.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600082049&chapter=5 with less involvement by Mary in Anonelbe's "Coated in Affection", which inspired this story.

You can also read the complete story in full at http://www.writing.Com/main/view_item/item_id/1576428?rfrid=streti !