The Dresspheres
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy X-2
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,913
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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Black Mage
Kissing Rikku as a Black Mage tastes like lightning. Lightning and ice and a hint of fire, with a bit of an undertone of the sea. There’s something odd about that, considering the fact that Rikku is still pretty aerophobic, but that doesn’t change the fact that she tastes like lightning.
Rikku chuckles, stroking her fingers up and down Paine’s belly and along her neck, her fingers trailing cold water as the ice encasing the fingertips melts as it comes into contact with Paine’s skin. She teases her hand under Paine’s shirt and traces the ice along the front of Paine’s bra, outlining the nipples in water.
Paine winces, then hisses as Rikku’s lightning tasting mouth fastens on to her neck, making her whole body feel twitchy and hot. She grabs at Rikku’s shoulders, glad the Al Bhed isn’t wearing the stupid hat, and pulls her closer, burying her fingers in blond braids, getting the beads between her knuckles.
Rikku chuckles again; something about Black Mage always has her laughing and grinning. Maybe it’s the taste of the power running through her veins, or maybe it’s the fact that magic tickles as it makes it’s way out of a person. But she’s always laughing and giggling and chuckling, even as she kisses her way down Paine’s body with her lightning tasting mouth and her cold fingertips sketch out little patterns on the skin of Paine’s back and thighs.
Paine stretches, since she’s still lying on her back in her bed, and opens her legs enough to give Rikku room to maneuver between them. Sometimes, she wonders how, exactly, Rikku managed to get so good at oral sex. Because she was a (more or less) virgin when Paine met her, and now she can drive Paine mad with her soft lips and quicksilver tongue.
Rikku tugs aside the leather of Paine’s shorts and nuzzles into the wiry silvery hair, kissing her where she’s wettest and nuzzling, her warm fingers kneading at the soft, pale skin. Mm, female. Very female and wet and warm and soft and lots of other nice adjectives, and Rikku is rather getting off track, because now Paine is doing that yummy sexy thing of hers, where her back arches and her hips thrust and she’s panting, loud-loud-loud in the quiet way she has, which is more then a bit of a turn on for Rikku, because she’s the one making big-bad-Paine shudder-shake towards orgasm.
Paine’s never loud when she comes. Of course she isn’t loud, she’s Paine. But her breath gets a little gasp-y, and her hands tighten on Rikku’s braids as her whole body erupts, and while she doesn’t scream, she squeezes Rikku’s ears with her knees.
Rikku crawls up Paine’s belly and kisses her, grinning with her lightning flavored mouth. “So, did I put a spell on you?”
Paine groans and swats Rikku on the side. No matter how… advanced the dressphere is, Rikku is still Rikku, and Rikku makes really, really bad jokes.
Rikku chuckles, stroking her fingers up and down Paine’s belly and along her neck, her fingers trailing cold water as the ice encasing the fingertips melts as it comes into contact with Paine’s skin. She teases her hand under Paine’s shirt and traces the ice along the front of Paine’s bra, outlining the nipples in water.
Paine winces, then hisses as Rikku’s lightning tasting mouth fastens on to her neck, making her whole body feel twitchy and hot. She grabs at Rikku’s shoulders, glad the Al Bhed isn’t wearing the stupid hat, and pulls her closer, burying her fingers in blond braids, getting the beads between her knuckles.
Rikku chuckles again; something about Black Mage always has her laughing and grinning. Maybe it’s the taste of the power running through her veins, or maybe it’s the fact that magic tickles as it makes it’s way out of a person. But she’s always laughing and giggling and chuckling, even as she kisses her way down Paine’s body with her lightning tasting mouth and her cold fingertips sketch out little patterns on the skin of Paine’s back and thighs.
Paine stretches, since she’s still lying on her back in her bed, and opens her legs enough to give Rikku room to maneuver between them. Sometimes, she wonders how, exactly, Rikku managed to get so good at oral sex. Because she was a (more or less) virgin when Paine met her, and now she can drive Paine mad with her soft lips and quicksilver tongue.
Rikku tugs aside the leather of Paine’s shorts and nuzzles into the wiry silvery hair, kissing her where she’s wettest and nuzzling, her warm fingers kneading at the soft, pale skin. Mm, female. Very female and wet and warm and soft and lots of other nice adjectives, and Rikku is rather getting off track, because now Paine is doing that yummy sexy thing of hers, where her back arches and her hips thrust and she’s panting, loud-loud-loud in the quiet way she has, which is more then a bit of a turn on for Rikku, because she’s the one making big-bad-Paine shudder-shake towards orgasm.
Paine’s never loud when she comes. Of course she isn’t loud, she’s Paine. But her breath gets a little gasp-y, and her hands tighten on Rikku’s braids as her whole body erupts, and while she doesn’t scream, she squeezes Rikku’s ears with her knees.
Rikku crawls up Paine’s belly and kisses her, grinning with her lightning flavored mouth. “So, did I put a spell on you?”
Paine groans and swats Rikku on the side. No matter how… advanced the dressphere is, Rikku is still Rikku, and Rikku makes really, really bad jokes.