The Dresspheres
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy X-2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,905
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
2
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Warrior
“This is weird,” Paine mumbles, breaking the kiss and squirming against the tree Rikku has her pinned against. There’s a branch digging into her lower back, and the rough bark catches against the bare skin.
“What’s weird?” Rikku’s gloved hands go through Paine’s hair, then move to stroke along Paine’s covered arms.
Paine clutches at Rikku’s leather covered back, trying to dig her nails in Usually, she can do that. Usually, she can get to Rikku’s skin and leave little markings, what with the skimpy Thief dressphere. Nothing too big or painful, mind you. Just a little something Rikku can remember her by (as if Rikku could ever forget Paine). But today, Paine is the Thief, and Rikku is the Warrior, and it seems that Rikku wants to switch more then dresspheres today.
“What’s weird?” Rikku repeats, kissing along Paine’s neck, no doubt leaving a mark or two. She knows Paine doesn’t appreciate being marked, but she rarely gets the opportunity to try.
“All of this…” Paine arches her back, pressing Rikku’s head closer as the Al Bhed leans down to mouth at her nipple through the skimpy top. It is different, surrendering, a bit. It also feels weird, all of that skin bare. But she gets distracted from her… ponderings, when Rikku gets on her knees, looking wicked.
“That dressphere is a bad influence on you,” Paine grumbles, then moans, feeling Rikku’s warn mouth nibbling on the edge of her thigh.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Rikku says, her voice full of laughter. But what is Rikku’s voice ever filled with anything else? Then she pauses and scratches her stomach. “How can you stand all of this leather? It itches.”
Paine rolls her eyes and tugs on Rikku’s braids. “At least I don’t run around half naked.”
Rikku snickers. “Is that jealousy I detect in your voice?” She asks, voice teasing.
“Damn right,” Paine says forcefully, taking Rikku’s braids in both hands and tugging her forward, pressing Rikku’s face against the white front of her Thief… shorts. Why does *she* get shorts, while Rikku has to make do with a teeny-tiny skirt?
Rikku smirks against the warm, soft skin of Paine’s inner thigh. Rarely does Paine respond like that, like a… partner? Girlfriend? Whatever it is the two of them are (although neither of them like to pin a name on it), Paine doesn’t like to talk about it. So whenever Paine is… forceful like that, about Rikku, well… Rikku just has to reward her, right?
Paine jolts as she feels Rikku’s mouth lick her through the thin fabric of the shorts. “Oh. Th-that’s why…” She mumbles, rocking into Rikku’s mouth. Vilg, but how does she always forget about this? About Rikku’s warm, magical mouth, which is working miracles, even through the thin fabric of the shorts, which are practically nonexistent. Maybe that’s why Rikku wears this dressphere, she thinks. Easy access, for whenever Rikku gets worked up and goads Paine into ravishing her. And oh…
Rikku’s mouth is sinful, her tongue and her lips and her teeth doing things that make Paine shiver and shake. In what seems like no time at all, she’s shaking through her orgasm, letting out one quiet yelp before she slides down to the ground to lean her forehead against Rikku’s.
“Y’know, I think I like Warrior,” Rikku says, kissing Paine with her… not exactly nice smelling breath, but at least the scent is familiar.
“Nice try.” Paine fumbles for her Garment Grid, and pulls out Thief, slotting it into Rikku’s. It feels good, going back to her default. The leather is comfortable against her skin, the metal cool.
Rikku pouts. “Aw, I was having fun.”
Paine rolls her eyes, reaching under Rikku’s skirt. To hell with the fact that they’re in the middle of the Macalania woods; she’s going to fuck Rikku within an inch of her life.
Rikku swallows at the gleam in Paine’s eye and gives a tentative grin. Well, at least she knows a bit more about Paine; after wearing the Warrior dressphere, she knows a bit of the rush it brings, and the way it makes a person feel all… dominant. So she leans back and opens her legs and prepares for the ride she’s got coming for her.e
“What’s weird?” Rikku’s gloved hands go through Paine’s hair, then move to stroke along Paine’s covered arms.
Paine clutches at Rikku’s leather covered back, trying to dig her nails in Usually, she can do that. Usually, she can get to Rikku’s skin and leave little markings, what with the skimpy Thief dressphere. Nothing too big or painful, mind you. Just a little something Rikku can remember her by (as if Rikku could ever forget Paine). But today, Paine is the Thief, and Rikku is the Warrior, and it seems that Rikku wants to switch more then dresspheres today.
“What’s weird?” Rikku repeats, kissing along Paine’s neck, no doubt leaving a mark or two. She knows Paine doesn’t appreciate being marked, but she rarely gets the opportunity to try.
“All of this…” Paine arches her back, pressing Rikku’s head closer as the Al Bhed leans down to mouth at her nipple through the skimpy top. It is different, surrendering, a bit. It also feels weird, all of that skin bare. But she gets distracted from her… ponderings, when Rikku gets on her knees, looking wicked.
“That dressphere is a bad influence on you,” Paine grumbles, then moans, feeling Rikku’s warn mouth nibbling on the edge of her thigh.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Rikku says, her voice full of laughter. But what is Rikku’s voice ever filled with anything else? Then she pauses and scratches her stomach. “How can you stand all of this leather? It itches.”
Paine rolls her eyes and tugs on Rikku’s braids. “At least I don’t run around half naked.”
Rikku snickers. “Is that jealousy I detect in your voice?” She asks, voice teasing.
“Damn right,” Paine says forcefully, taking Rikku’s braids in both hands and tugging her forward, pressing Rikku’s face against the white front of her Thief… shorts. Why does *she* get shorts, while Rikku has to make do with a teeny-tiny skirt?
Rikku smirks against the warm, soft skin of Paine’s inner thigh. Rarely does Paine respond like that, like a… partner? Girlfriend? Whatever it is the two of them are (although neither of them like to pin a name on it), Paine doesn’t like to talk about it. So whenever Paine is… forceful like that, about Rikku, well… Rikku just has to reward her, right?
Paine jolts as she feels Rikku’s mouth lick her through the thin fabric of the shorts. “Oh. Th-that’s why…” She mumbles, rocking into Rikku’s mouth. Vilg, but how does she always forget about this? About Rikku’s warm, magical mouth, which is working miracles, even through the thin fabric of the shorts, which are practically nonexistent. Maybe that’s why Rikku wears this dressphere, she thinks. Easy access, for whenever Rikku gets worked up and goads Paine into ravishing her. And oh…
Rikku’s mouth is sinful, her tongue and her lips and her teeth doing things that make Paine shiver and shake. In what seems like no time at all, she’s shaking through her orgasm, letting out one quiet yelp before she slides down to the ground to lean her forehead against Rikku’s.
“Y’know, I think I like Warrior,” Rikku says, kissing Paine with her… not exactly nice smelling breath, but at least the scent is familiar.
“Nice try.” Paine fumbles for her Garment Grid, and pulls out Thief, slotting it into Rikku’s. It feels good, going back to her default. The leather is comfortable against her skin, the metal cool.
Rikku pouts. “Aw, I was having fun.”
Paine rolls her eyes, reaching under Rikku’s skirt. To hell with the fact that they’re in the middle of the Macalania woods; she’s going to fuck Rikku within an inch of her life.
Rikku swallows at the gleam in Paine’s eye and gives a tentative grin. Well, at least she knows a bit more about Paine; after wearing the Warrior dressphere, she knows a bit of the rush it brings, and the way it makes a person feel all… dominant. So she leans back and opens her legs and prepares for the ride she’s got coming for her.e