Private Night

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Sazh and Vanille have escaped the Vile Peaks, and are fending for themselves well so far. Vanille's exuberant energy keeping the older man moving while Sazh's competence and experience helped keep the girl from getting into too much trouble. Suspicion gets the best of her and she drew a line on the ground to signify her desire for privacy.

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"Silly kid," Sazh thought to himself as he watched Vanille drift off to sleep. "So much energy all damn day, and then she just drops into a restful sleep. Man, color me jealous."

Finding himself restless, Sazh built a small fire while keeping watch for any signs of pursuit, be it from the military or the local fauna. Finally settling down a bit, Sazh lays out his coat and starts disassembling his guns to clean and oil them. It had been a long time since they had been used so much. Plus the simple activity helped him put his thoughts in order. The last few days replayed themselves in his mind as barrel and bolt, trigger and grip all slid together in ironic harmony.

It was nearly midnight, the guns cloth and oil long since put away, but Sazh still couldn't sleep. His thoughts were turned towards his wife who passed away three years ago. They were so happy together. He thought of how they had promised to take Dajh to go see the chocobos someday, and how that might never happen now. He thought of how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. The fire was dying down and Sazh laid back on his coat, rolled up as a pillow when Vanille suddenly cried out in her sleep.

"What is it?" Sazh asked as he sat up suddenly, concern for his traveling companion evident in his voice.

Vanille's hand had buried itself between her thighs, causing an embarrassed moment for Sazh as he realized where he was staring. She seemed in too much shock to say anything at first, though Sazh's reaction made her giggle a bit in spite of herself.

"It's my mark, Silly," Vanille chided the older man. "It twinged in my sleep and woke me up."

Sazh looked back to the fire, feeling embarrassed and somewhat foolish. "Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."

Vanille giggled again. "It's okay. Why are you still up?"

"Been doing some thinking..." Sazh trailed off, not wanting to mention his wife, not wanting to get into a long story.

"Well, you certainly have not had much time to do that lately. Anything you want to talk about?"

"Not really. Personal things. Things from my past... You know how it is."

At this last Vanille thought back to the town of Oerba, back to before she was made a l'cie. It was hard to believe just how long ago it was. She wondered what had happened to Fang. She wondered when this would all be over.

They sat there lost in their own thoughts as the last embers faded.

"I'm scared, Sazh," Vanille admitted.

"Me too, Vanille. Me too."

Several more moments pass before Vanille has a sudden flash of insight about what Sazh was likely thinking about. "You think about her often?"

"Every day. You would think after three years I would start to move on, but..."

"I'm sorry." Vanille could see the hurt in his face, and the longing for a time that could never be reclaimed.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about. I'm just being a silly old man, thinking about things that don't matter anyway."

"Nonsense," Vanille replied. "She meant a lot to you, that much is obvious."

"Yeah, but there's nothing to bring her back, just like there's nothing to save Dajh."

"I know." Vanille truly felt sympathy for Sazh, and the unshed tears made her eyes glisten as she glanced up at him. "I could help you forget..." The words were out of her mouth before she even realized what she was saying, or what she meant by them. Sometimes she could be truly stupid, opening her mouth when it was best kept shut. She was immediately shamed by what she said, and dropped her head to stare at the ground, expecting Sazh to reach out in anger at her presumption as soon as the words sank in.

She was surprised when he not only did not strike her, or cry out in indignation, but continue to stare ruefully into the fire. "You sure are something, Vanille. Draw a line to keep the dirty old man away, then offer yourself up to him. I don't know what to make of you sometimes."

Sazh had to admit that he found the young girl attractive, even if she was only half his age. Of course, she showed so much skin that he couldn't help but notice how smooth it was, not to mention the way that halter barely kept her from breaking an indecency law or two.

"I don't think you are a dirty old man. I just like my privacy when I sleep. Besides, I kind of like older guys." There was no hesitation or shame when she made this claim. Where she had grown up, everything was shared. Not just the work that needed to be done, not the property, which was communal of course, everything. While Vanille and Fang were somewhat of an item, they both shared their bodies with several other members of their tribe.

The statement made Sazh pause and reassess the little red head. He could no longer make out her features, but he could see her clearly in his mind's eye. His thoughts took a decidedly naughty turn as his pants started to stir. Rational thought was rapidly giving way to physical lust as Sazh considered the implications of Vanille's words.

"Sazh?" Vanille wondered at his silence. Unsure if she had said something wrong, or what Sazh might be thinking, Vanille was just starting to think about laying back down before getting herself in trouble with her new-found friend.

"We wouldn't be able to tell anyone." Sazh suddenly piped up.

"I know. Someone would be bound to get jealous, or angry that we were wasting time or something."

"Not just that, well...you may not care but there is a bit of an age gap between us. Some people care about such things."

Vanille smiled to herself as she quietly thought about the reality of the age gap that had Sazh so concerned. "I don't mind. Besides, whether we complete our focuses or not, we may not have another chance to be with anyone."

Sazh certainly agreed with the sentiment. "Well then..." He started unbuttoning his shirt and felt the smooth skin where he had been branded just under the top button. Shaking off his doubts and worries, he pulled his shirt off.

Vanille could hear Sazh removing his shirt, and quickly doffed her skirt and halter. It was noisy with all the beads, but done in mere seconds. Some more conservative people might have been surprised to discover that the short skirt and halter were her only clothing aside from the bear skin she kept tied around her midsection.

Sazh was pulling his shirt off his shoulders when he felt a pair of hands working on his belt. "Don't faint now," he warned as he felt the closure on his pants being undone by small agile fingers. Soon enough those fingers had gripped the waist of his pants and was tugging insistently. Sazh lifted his hips up and felt a sudden cool gust of air against his bottom. Vanille was belatedly pulling Sazh's boots off so she could finish getting his pants off all the way. She felt her excitement building after his warning. She had imagined he must be well endowed, but she could hardly wait to find out first hand.

With the boots finally out of the way, and the pants following a split second later, the two travelers embraced each other. Vanille could feel the swell of Sazh pressing against her flesh firmly. From this she was able to deduce that she was going to be sore in the morning, even if he didn't last more than a few seconds. Sazh felt a pair of firm breasts pressing against his belly and took a moment to wonder just how much height Vanille got from her little half boots. He also wondered just how much of his length she would be able to handle. Even his wife had not been able to accommodate his full length unless she deep throated him, which she only did on special occasions. His wondering was rapidly cut off as the small deft hands went to work on bringing him fully erect.

Vanille was surprised by the size of Sazh's cock, and even more surprised when it grew even more when she grabbed it. He must be fully 13 or 14 inches, and bigger around than her wrist. "I'll never get this all in my pussy! I wonder if he likes anal," she mused as her pussy started leaking like a faucet.

"I want to taste you," Sazh spoke up. He heard Vanille move around and soon she was kneeling over his face. He felt a drop of her juice hit him on the cheek before he pulled her the rest of the way down onto his mouth. His tongue dove into her slit as he felt her lean forward and take the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue felt good, but he was more interested in licking up the cream that was seeping from the perfect slit in front of him. She tasted delightful. His hands were kneading her ass cheeks as his tongue dipped deep into her core over and over again. Wanting to experience everything about his new lover, he redirected his ministrations to her backdoor, gently teasing the puckered hole there until it opened in response to the pressure. His tongue went deep, but there was nothing unpleasant to greet him, for which he was thankful.

Vanille was delighted with the tonguing she was getting. Fang was better, but not by much. This was a man who enjoyed eating pussy. She was even more delighted when she felt him lick her anus. Vanille loved getting anal, but Fang was not a fan of it, so Vanille often did without. She bore down slightly to allow his tongue even greater access while trying to maintain a focus on pleasing him as well. Even stretching her mouth open as far as it would go, she could barely get the head of him in. It was just too big, and from the wrong angle. She thought that if she could lay her head back, she could probably deep throat it. She couldn't wait to have it inside her. She settled for licking up and down the shaft, around the glans, and even sticking the very tip of her tongue into the slit at the end. She enjoyed the musky aroma and was pleased to see the pre-cum that truly signified his lust.

The pair kept licking each other for several minutes, relishing delights neither of them had enjoyed in a long time. Eventually, they were both so worked up that they couldn't help but move on to further delights. With a gasp of breath, Sazh pulled his tongue back into his mouth and sat up, causing Vanille to have to wiggle around. Sazh wound up sitting up against a large rock while Vanille straddled him. She barely had him lined up before dropping her weight straight down onto the massive tool between Sazh's legs. She slid to a stop after managing a good nine or ten inches. She could take a lot, despite her size. Vanille sat there for a moment enjoying the feel of a man inside her again while Sazh started fondling her tits. He would lightly pinch or tug on her nipples, and knead the tender flesh, fascinated as all men are by a simple pair of boobs.

Shortly, Vanille started working her hips, moving up and down in long, incredibly long, slow strokes. She relished the feel of him inside of her, completely filling her insides. He was so large that even at this angle she could feel him rub against her g-spot. His curly pubes just tickled her clit as she sank as low as she could onto him over and over. She felt her orgasm build up quickly, and was soon riding waves of pleasure.

Sazh could tell Vanille liked the massive piece of meat swinging between his legs, and let her go at her own pace. Meanwhile, he satisfied himself by sucking on her perky little breasts, and the bright pink nipples. After a few minutes of Vanille riding him, he felt her clench around him. She dropped as low as she could and held herself there, he could feel the spasming muscles and seeping dampness that spread out of her center. "It's just as good that she makes a lot of juice," Sazh thought to himself, "she's gonna need it when I slide up her ass."

Eventually Vanille's orgasm subsided and she marveled to find that Sazh was still hard as a rock inside of her. "How do you want me?" she asked, signifying she was done for the moment.

"On your hands and knees, here lean up against this rock if it helps." The two repositioned themselves, and Vanille felt the tip of the giant cock against her backdoor. She braced, knowing that this was going to be uncomfortable at first. She bore down again to ease his entrance, but even with her help it was an incredibly tight fit. She managed not to cry out, and was grateful that Sazh was taking his time. In fact, it took a good ten minutes to bury himself to the hilt. Vanille could feel her organs shift to make room for the invasion. He held himself in position until Vanille's breathing calmed down a bit, and she nodded that it was okay to continue. He pulled out slowly, if she hadn't known better Vanille would have sworn he pulled about 2 solid meters before starting in again. Ever so gradually, Sazh picked up speed, but continued making the long strokes that were driving Vanille wild.

After finding a tempo that worked for him, Sazh felt himself starting to get close. Despite how long it had been, and how eager he was, it was still difficult for him to release without the stimulation being just right. Vanille was gasping as she felt herself being fucked better and harder than ever before in her life. She had three fingers insider herself, and was pressing firmly against her clit with the heel of her hand. Sazh's hands were tight on her hips, forcing their bodies together almost violently as he took his pleasure.

"God, I don't think I will be able to walk for a week!" Vanille thought to herself as the pounding continued.

At long last, Sazh felt himself on the brink, and allowed the rush to surge through him as he buried himself deep. His explosion went on and on, jet after jet of his lust issued forth as he experienced his first release in years.

Just as the rush started to subside, still buried to the hilt, Vanille suddenly started convulsing again thanks to the ministrations of her fingers and the vigorous pounding she had just received. Once she calmed down again Sazh slid himself out of her now gaping back door. Vanille immediately lay on her side and Sazh marveled at how her holes twitched open and closed. His load started leaking from her, mingling with the copious flow that she had produced, making her thighs shiny and wet in the dim light of the moon.

"C'mon girl, let's get cleaned up and get some sleep now."

"Guh...ye...clean....okay?" Vanille responded, a smile playing across her face. Sazh bent down and picked the slender girl up and carried her to the nearby stream. He tenderly washed the evidence of their tryst away as Vanille floated blissfully, enjoying the feel of his strong sure hands on her body. Once finished, Sazh carried her back to their camp and they got dressed. The fell asleep curled next to each other, privacy be damned.