Word March 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 25.Mar.2011

Summary: 01 March 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil/Kain x Cecil x Rosa

Author Notes: indomitable, adjective;

1. Incapable of being subdued or overcome; unconquerable.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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Rosa was smiling to herself as she approached the royal chambers near midday and heard a noise. It had definitely been Cecil's voice, and she perked up instantly and hurried her steps just a little. The smile adorning her face quirked as she opened the outer door and stepped into the area that was off limits to most people, because this time the throaty moan that repeated from earlier was accompanied by a husky growl. Kain wasn't due back from the short term mission he'd undertaken until much later today. But Rosa was doubtful that anything had gone wrong to prompt his early return, or she wouldn't have opened the bedroom door to her guard rutting into her husband in wild abandon.

The white mage loved to watch this display just as much as she loved to join it, because both of her beloved were quite beautiful. Kain had always been very sleek and angular, with tightly corded muscles and strong features. He exuded masculinity, even from a young age, and had for practically his entire life born a highly attractive air of confidence that could only belong to a highborn, while still possessing the humility of a man who willingly bowed to, served, and loyally followed his king. The dragoon was beautiful in ways that goaded lesser men to jealousy. Cecil was beautiful in completely different ways. Even in the midst of his majority, the paladin was intensely androgynous, and Rosa loved the softness of his body, the silky feel of his skin and the slight curves that confounded many people upon first meeting him. His build was graceful; although not as angular as a man should be, his muscles were still visible, and he held himself with the quiet confidence of a man who knew his own humble beginnings and worked relentlessly to overcome them. Cecil was in all aspects a delicate balance between Kain's roguish masculinity and Rosa's own elegant femininity. The white mage adored the juxtaposition between their forms and their personalities, and there was a certain kind of bliss to be had in having both of them within her arms.

Of course, it had taken finesse to get her husband interested in more than just shared kisses with their guard, although Kain had obviously not been averse to doing more for quite some time. For all that Cecil had been intensely reluctant to share pleasure with their lover before, Rosa had convinced him that the worst that could happen would be that he'd try this type of intimacy and not like it. Call it woman's intuition, but she'd known how it would turn out long before either of her beloved had ever taken off a single article of clothing. After the paladin relented, he'd proved to have a rather wanton fondness for their beloved dragoon's spear, not that Rosa could blame him; Kain was impressive in bed. Impressive enough, even, that Cecil was quite content to submit to him. And she knew her husband liked to be in full control at all times as a response to the kinds of mistakes that he had made in the past when he'd ignored what his own senses and instincts were telling him.

Taking a seat by the bed, she watched them both and felt her own loins tighten. The angle she'd had at the doorway wasn't good enough, and she could enjoy their caresses another time as she liked. Cecil was very flexible compared to most men, although that only seemed to be proven outside of his armor, and both blondes liked to use that flexibility to their full advantages. Kain happened to be the first to notice her, and he managed a kind of half grin in her direction although he was panting hard from the exertion of driving the paladin completely mindless beneath him. She smiled back, but kept silent as her eyes drifted between them. Kain had one hand solidly holding the paladin's hip while the other was tangled up in his moon-tone locks, forcing the younger man's head to arch. Long, lank blonde strands fell over muscular shoulders in fine sheets, framing the handsome face pinched in pleasure as his hips and lower back flexed with every piston, bringing stark definition to his corded frame. Below the dragoon, Cecil was chest down on the bed with his knees firmly digging into the mattress and the sheets bunched up in his hands, which were settled on either side of his blushing face. His lips were parted subtly and bruised purple from reasons that Rosa could only speculate on, his eyes hooded so much that they might well be closed, and his legs shook with the force of each thrust against him. Both of her beloved were panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

As appealing as the scene already was, Kain was a tremendous exhibitionist and it did not take long for him to release his hold on moon-tone locks and push that arm beneath the paladin's chest to get a good grip on him. Barely breaking his rhythm, Kain pulled Cecil against his chest and shifted so that his own back was straight. The hand against her husband's hip slipped down and around the back of his thigh, and Cecil did not resist having his leg pressed against his own chest although that ruined his balance entirely. To at least partially make up the difference, the younger man reached back and hooked both of his arms around the dragoon's neck, and Rosa found to her secret delight that Kain had been back for quite some time – the oil they used was clear, yet the rivulets running down the pale insides of her husband's thighs were creamy white. It was very infrequent that their personal guard took on missions that caused him to leave them in the hands of another dragoon, but sometimes it was necessary and the queen always worried over him; although Cecil said that it was all part of being a knight, she knew that he worried a bit as well. Kain meant a lot to them both.

The sudden sharp intake of air let Rosa know that her husband had finally noticed her, and she watched with some amusement as her paladin's entire body flushed a light pink. For all that he enjoyed making love to both of them, Cecil was more of a prude than any woman Rosa had ever met. He didn't know that she had a clear view of Kain's spear piercing him again and again, but he'd still be less embarrassed if she was an active participant. She'd join them later; she was enjoying herself quite a lot at the moment anyway, and there was no need to spoil that.