Final Fantasy IV: Coated in Affection

Streti here again! Some of you may have been wondering what the Public Love chapters had to do with the "Coated in Affection" story specifically, and here's the answer to that. Enjoy!



Public Love, final part by Streti

not-so-mini chapter for "Coated in Affection"



They stayed like that for a while, Rosa recovering and Cecil enjoying the radiance of his wife, providing each other with their closeness.



After a while, Cecil broke off and started adoring his wife's soft skin with his lips, and she started whispering quiet words. Cecil recognized the spell, and enjoyed her lovely voice and soft tone, as he kissed her on her cheeks, chin, both sides of her throat, and her nose. Rosa turned her head in smooth curves to accommodate the adorations of her husband, and relished the touch of his loving lips. She paused her spell for quick kisses, then continued without break, her love for Cecil strengthening her focus and capability of white magic. When he moved to her neck, and shoulders, then down to her breasts, she stopped him and Rosa slipped down on her knees in front of him, who understood and leaned on the wall as she kissed his thickening member. Then she whispered the final words of the Cure spell on it, her lips just a breath away from his flesh, and it suddenly engorged, pressing against her smooth cheek. His member was no longer swooned, and pulsed to life, instantly gaining vitality and strength.



"Isn't he beautiful?" Rosa asked and turned to Mary, and motioned for Cecil to face her as well. His shaft now stood valiantly, decorated with his exotic tuft of silvery pubic hair.



Mary blushed more. "Oh, um, yes, Lady Rosa, he, Lord Cecil... uhm..."



"Oh don't worry, I like showing off my handsome husband," she said with a warm smile.



"Thank you... for the honor..."



"Please relax, Mary, and watch," said Cecil and smiled, seemingly unperturbed of having been put on display. If anything, he seemed to be at ease with it, radiating compassion and serenity even with his pants halfway down his legs.



Rosa started stroking Cecil's hard shaft, and said, "I want to see you come, Cecil. I want to have your sticky cum run down my face and body and let everyone in the pub and town see me covered in your bliss..."



As Rosa said it, she imagined Cecil in front of her, ejaculating his royal seed all over her as she frigged herself, releasing his cum all over her lips, chest and spread pussy, then imagined herself walking around the town with Cecil's sperm decorating her body. She shivered and quickly took Cecil's cock in her mouth.



Mary watched as the healer-queen's lips wrapped around the paladin-king's hard meat, pressing gently on the head, and then took it deeper into her mouth. Mary unconsciously slipped a finger in her mouth and sucked on it, while Rosa took her lips up and down Cecil's shaft. Then she backed down, and started teasing his penis with her tongue, licking its head and lapping its full length, looking up at Cecil intently, meeting his eyes fraught with emotion.



"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 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 headed to some waist-high crates pushed against the back of the storeroom, and removed his pants. From the naked, handsome king, Mary's eyes drifted to Rosa, who was looking back at her with a smile, before moving her gaze onto her husband and allowing Mary to take in her naked frame with her eyes.



Mary's imagination ran wild as she watched the beautiful queen. 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.



Then Cecil beckoned Rosa with a gesture, and the queen bent down to crawl over to the king on all fours, wiggling her round ass as she moved, then rose up on her knees in front of him. His erect member was dripping a strand of precum, and Rosa caught it with her lips, gathering his spill in her mouth as she rose up and ended up kissing his glans.



"Ahh," gasped Cecil sharply. Rosa rose on her feet, and Cecil caressed her hair when she kissed his abdomen and chest, before finally coming up to his mouth. The two nobles kissed, and their naked bodies pressed tightly together, softly caressing each other.



Rosa then kneeled down and put her mouth over his hard shaft again. Mary was half-sitting, half-leaning sideways on the floor, flushed and glowing with warmth as she watched the two royals. Rosa barely even remembered her as she sucked on Cecil's tool hungrily, covering its length with her saliva and allowing the excess to drip down her chin, while trying to sate the yearning in her sex with her fingers. After a while, she couldn't wait any longer, and rose up. She gave him a quick kiss, then bent over the crate and curved her back, looking expectantly over her shoulder at Cecil.



Feeling ready to burst with emotion, he gasped heavily as he watched his wife spread her legs and stick her butt up, presenting herself to him in her naked glory. Cecil slid his shaft in Rosa's sex in a frenzy, drawing a profound, loud moan from her.



He started fucking her eagerly, his lean body slapping against her round butt, and the storeroom was soon filled with sexy moans and low groans from the white mage and paladin. Cecil grasped Rosa's swinging tits in his strong hands, then let his hands wander along his wife's sexy, sweaty body. They ended up back on her firm buttocks, which were slightly red from the fucking, but not enough. Cecil raised his hand and slapped her on her taut buttock with a loud clap. Rosa moaned. Cecil slapped again, and again. Rosa kept moaning, and Cecil switched hands, delivering hard slaps on her other buttock, until both of her buttcheeks were a warm red.



"O-ohh! Cecil, fuck me! I need you!" she moaned loudly and with heavy breath.



"I would never stop!" he grunted back.



"Yes! -ahh- Ram your cock inside me! You're my god of sex, Cecil!"



"And you're my perfect sex goddess, Rosa! I love you!"



"Ungh... me too!" gasped Rosa heavily.



Mary watched with exhilaration as the two royals fucked each other into bliss, completely oblivious of her, and suppressed a giggle. Was this how royals talked dirty?



"Turn me over, Cecil! I want to see you!"



It was actually her that did most of the turning, settling on the crate on her back, but Cecil helped by being right there to kiss her and fondle her breasts as he inserted slime-coated blade back in her hot sheath. He looked up at his wife, and found her looking at him intently, visibly excited. She was radiating sensual beauty, and he admired the sight of her from all his heart. Her smooth skin sparkled slightly with sweat, and her likewise glistening breasts heaved so temptingly that he almost wanted to pull out and splash his seed on them already. Then the paladin resumed screwing the beautiful white mage in the throws of passion.



Mary was in heaven as she watched and pleasured herself. Watching her king and queen have sex 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. She was already thinking about all the details to talk about with some her closest friends. But for now, she wouldn't have cared even if she had been sworn to total secrecy, dizzy and hot with pleasure, working up a sweat in her clothes. Mary was convinced that the queen was very happy with the king's sexual prowess, besides their visibly warm love.



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 with her frantic frigging. She moaned loudly, and her pussy spasmed around her own digits. Rosa smiled serenely at her as she came, and Cecil pushed on, heaving as he drove his member back and forth into his wife. Then Mary settled down, and leaned her head back, trying to say something in the aftershocks of her climax.



"O-ohh, your highnesses..."



"Hush," said Rosa at Mary, between moans and gasps and Cecil kept fucking her, and she pressed a finger on her lips, "just watch and relax."



The beautiful white mage was becoming delirious with pleasure, her eyes dazed with bliss, and when she managed to lock her eyes with Cecil, they were fraught with the same bliss, yet blazing with an unearthly holiness, captivating her eyes in an endless gaze between their souls, while their union continued, her chest heaving and her legs in Cecil's hold as he slid inside her tight embrace again and again, taking her beyond the edge of her ability to withstand.



Then Rosa wailed, with a sudden, sharp release, suddenly awash in a sea of pleasure, her body so filled with so much sensation it felt like she was floating, shuddering and thrashing, completely oblivious for the world around her, except for Cecil, her love for him flooding her body and reaching out to him, and he was there, his presence completing and comforting her as she thought she was losing her mind, painful spikes of bliss scorching her mind and body, and she didn't know how long she had yelling, but her voice finally gave out, and she her body shuddered to rest, spasming in Cecil's hold, around his hard shaft in her cove.



"Rosa! Rosa!" he was calling out.



"Cecil -ohh- I want..."



"You're floating!" he grunted, and Rosa realized that he was holding her in place, against a feeling of lightness, her body seeming to rise on its own from the crate.



Rosa started chanting, but her voice soon broke. She couldn't undo the accidental Float spell.



"The floor..." she gasped. "Cover me... like this... your seed, my love..." she rasped, but Cecil was already casting a spell of his own. With a flash of light, she felt the dried clump in her throat smooth out, but she didn't try undoing the spell again.



"Cecil, I want you to come on me like this... cover me with your ejaculate... Mary, you'll be able to see what big and thick loads Cecil gives me all the time..."



Mary watched in silence, stunned at everything that had already transpired, and the king was going to finish by splashing his sperm all over the queen, while the bar outside the door was still crowded and there was no other way out. Was she serious about going out covered with the stuff?



Cecil lifted Rosa easily from the crate, he just had to move her over to the floor and she lowered closer to it, but remained in the air, as if she was lying on invisible mattress that rocked her body up and down.



"Go right ahead, my darling... I love to see you in the heights of passion when you ejaculate on me... show me just how much you love me... adorn me 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.



She lifted her legs up and Cecil took hold of them, kissing her calves. Then he slipped his erect staff between her supple thighs and started thrusting back and forward. Rosa afar watched with anticipation as the red head appeared and vanished between her beautiful legs, and Rosa was uttering the words of another spell while her husband prepared to release himself over his wife.



"Rosa, I'm go-unghh!" he gasped, and Rosa finished her spell just in time, to cast Curaja on Cecil. With a loud groan, Cecil let his seed fly, his shaft spasmed between her thighs, and flung a long coil of semen into the air, and before it had even landed, another. Cecil grunted low with each spurt, and held dearly onto Rosa's legs in his ordeal, sharing his entire essence with her.



"Ah!" gasped Rosa as the first spurt splashed against the right side of her face, and multiple strands of cum started instantly trailing down her skin from the thick strand. She didn't even notice as the second rope splashed across her left breast, she only heard Cecil roar like an animal in his release, amplified with holy magic. Intense bliss flared in his body as the white magic worked within his veins and his manhood, a chorus of angels singing in his head and all of their voices Rosa's, memories and sensations of his beloved flashing through his mind in a dazzling triumph of their love, rocking and shaking his body with complete surrender.



Mary watched with amazement as the queen was bathed with the king's sperm, looking and sounding ecstatic as torrents of cum splashed all over her naked body from the tirelessly spurting royal member between her legs, as the white mage showered in the paladin's jism. And he just wouldn't stop. Mary was shocked by the king's copious load, but there was no way the current deluge wasn't because of the spell from earlier. It just wasn't possible... or was it? Mary was reminded of tales about the king's ascendant ancestry...



Rosa relished the feeling of being completely coated in Cecil's affection. She was eventually covered with globs and strands of jism everywhere on her milky skin, splashed haphazardly with thick ropes of cum all over, but she couldn't verify it with her eyes, which were painted shut with his spooge. However, she could feel it everywhere on her body, wet and slimy with his hot thick seed. His jizz trailed down the beautiful features of her face into her hair, already caked with his male lust. She surrendered herself completely to be covered with Cecil's semen, and willingly opened her legs when he pushed them apart, soon feeling more hot splashes over her pubic region and puffy sex, following the coating of her body down to her core, completely marking her as his.



With her golden pubes and cove decorated heavily with his last thick spurts, he finally breathed a sigh of relaxation, and started breathing with heaves, regaining oxygen lost in his seemingly endless climax. He finally looked up at his beloved wife. Rosa was a complete mess of semen, and seemingly spent and exhausted herself. Her cum-covered breasts were heaving, and her tired, deep breathing was blowing a bubble of jizz from her spooge-glazed lips with every breath out. Cecil was amazed himself, once again stunned at the beauty of his spunk-drenched wife, spent and lying flat in the air, floating up and down slightly, dripping sperm to the floor from her sides. He was also surprised at how thoroughly he had coated her beautiful blonde hair. Her golden locks were drenched with sperm, thick strands dripping down them and seeping in, gluing it wetly together and on her skin. Rosa loved the texture and smell of it, her naked frame so thoroughly adorned with his warm slime.



The beautiful white mage was completely covered with Cecil's love, and she was happy and exhausted.



Mary watched on in haze and amazement at the two royals, spent in complete unto each other, and wondered just how they were going to get out. Not to mention how she was going to clean the floor.



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Now that I've done hogging space in Anonelbe's story, feel free to post your own guest chapters and continue the story!

--Streti