Master Yan had instructed Kan-E-Senna to have us cleansed over these next few days within the "Waters of the Lotus".
I assumed he meant the massive basin of water that made up the cutscene exclusive area. The Lotus Stand. We were to go separately, with Kan-E-Senna overseeing the process personally.
Minfilia, ever excited, bid to go first. Kan-E-Senna first guided us to our lodgings, it wasn't too far from the markets of Gridania. A beautiful pair of rooms that made me feel like I was a kid living in a tree house. It was quite novel.
Glurk Thuck Slurp Gllk Suck
I asked when the ritual would be completed and when I should come to her for cleansing. I didn't want Minfilia to arrive at our dorms when I wasn't there to greet her.
"Not yet. Hold it in."
Kan-E-Senna expected the cleansing to last until the moon was high in the sky. It was more of a combination of soaking and meditation. Far different from the dance that I expected to please the elements.
"...Ok. Swallow. And don't spill, or you get no reward."
sluuurp gulp gulp gulp glue gulp
I carefully patted her head in approval.
"Good girl. Now, lay down."
The masked guards of Gridania, the Wood Wailers had already set our luggage next to the rooms. Kan-E-Senna left to prepare for the ritual while Minfilia and I put our luggage away.
thock plap plop plap thick thuck suck plup plap plop plop
"Winter Winter~"
Before Minfilia left, she grabbed my attention with an innocent smile that I recognized as danger. I sprinted across the room and tried to open the window.
It was stuck fast.
My sudden escape plan had failed. She grabbed me with an unknown strength, threw me onto the bed-
And started biting the hell out of me.
"Gah! M-Min Ow! Wait! Ah! Please! Gyah!"
It was hell. Seriously.
plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap
"Hmph! suck You know what you did! bite Openly flirting in front of me?! chomp"
"I was just being- gyah!"
spluuurt - plaplaplap - splurt - plaplaploplaploploplop
My moans were crazy embarrassing. I didn't know how she brought them out of me. She spent more time gliding her heavenly body upon mine while biting and leaving her love marks than kissing. I thought kissing was her favorite thing, but she turned out to like dominating quite a bit more. Being bitten then sucked all over was hell and heaven. I could feel my dick straining against the shackles of my pants. The demon had awoken.
spluurt spluurt splsssssh splurt plap plap plop thuck thuck thuck thuck
She swung her hips and grinded on me while biting my earlobes and breathing hot air into my ear canal. I used one hand to grope her ass from under her skirt and the other to massage her massive bust that was only being constrained by a thin camise. Her soft thigh was once again moving against my monster without any true intent.
"Beg."
"Gnnnnn! P-Please cum inside, master~ Gynahhhhhh! P-Please~"
pwah
Minfilia got up and admired her handiwork. The fruits of her labor spoke for themselves. I couldn't heal her marks as I hadn't learned Cure yet. With a sweet smile and one last peck on the lips, she left me there on my back with my pants heavily distorted in the shape of lust. A complete mess. I intended to inflict such a fate upon my lover tonight.
shiiiick-thuck
"Ahhhhhn!"
I didn't waste any more time. I directly went to visit my woman after Minfilia left. She raised an eyebrow at my disheveled appearance and I didn't remember how I responded.
---
I was straddled on top of one of the Elezen's long legs and had draped the other over my shoulder. We were on our 6th round by this point, but I was still rearing to go.
I leaned down while swaying my hips from side to side, forcing her walls to flex and bow with the shape of my meat rod. I popped her hardened cherry into my mouth and kept it in place by tightening my lips while lightly clenching with my teeth.
"Hiiiiigyuuuuuuu!!!! I-I'm- AHHHHHHHHN!"
She wasn't as tolerant of pain as my F'lhaminn. While perhaps, I could train her to deal with it better, I chose not to. I enjoyed varied experiences.
"A-a-a-a-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! M-master!!!"
She wasn't much of a squirter, but she clamped down like crazy. Her body craved a baby. Her womb dropped long ago and acted as a second mouth on the inside of Mio's honey pot. It sucked on the tip of my dick and provided delicious pleasure.
gluush gloop pump glump
My balls contracted strongly as my 7th, 8th, or 9th load was viciously milked from my body. Her cervix formed a perfect vacuum seal on my urethra, not a single drop of my precious cream spilt out. It was nowhere near enough.
I played with her slightly saggy pair of milk bags, biting and sucking however I pleased. I used my right leg to rub against her erect clit being sure to alternate the patterns.
"M-maaaaaaaa-!"
Another strong series of numbing pressures clamped down on my cock. I continued to gyrate my hips slowly to pry my bitch back open.
griiind blurp griind plap
This hellish cycle was her reward for following my instructions so well earlier.
The many races of Eorzea had different qualities. For Elezen it was their height. A height that was crafted with their long legs and long necks. Their torsos were still only as long as a normal Hyur though.
Knowing this, I simply did what anyone in my position would do. I wanted to see how far I could push down into her neck with my pillar of meat.
thuck thuck sluck plop plap plap plap
Just thinking about what I did within minutes of meeting her again excited me, so I started wildly fucking Miounne once more, thrashing away with abandon. Our bottom halves were drowned in a messy foam mixture of her sweet juices that had been stirred up in her love hole for the past however many hours. My cum still remained sealed within her baby room.
Even now, while roughly biting her substantial breasts as if I were having lunch and pumping away at her insides with no technique or intention other than breeding, not a drop had leaked out.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh"
It was like that with my woman back home too. I always ended up having more energy to spare. She may have been done, but I wasn't. I was going to be here all day.
Without knowing it, my body had been struggling beyond the point of tolerance. Minfilia's crazy behavior, the insane figure that Kan-E-Senna was hiding under that dress. I thought that my Aether storm was enough to nullify my desires. Perhaps it only suppressed them. It started when I met F'lhaminn on that day, years ago. The sins we committed in that alley opened a door that I struggled to close again.
plaplaploploplaplaplaplapbluuuurpgugluugugugplaplaplaploplaplapthuckplaplaplap
Even while I was cumming, I kept swinging my hips and thinking about the stresses I had been encountering. An airship across the land mass wasn't exactly fast. I didn't have a F'lhaminn to use as I wished. I had my precious Minfilia, but she was no meat toilet.
It was bad etiquette to think of other women while you had one underneath you.
I gazed at her sticky form with pride. Mio's feminine scent, her curvy body that I was using as I pleased, her thick tongue-gah fuck-
spluuuuurt pump gluuurt pump pump
The way this bitch swallowed my length like it was a sword. Her tongue sticking out and massaging my balls. The tongue work was lame, but to faithfully gobble me up to the base in one smooth movement?! Where the hell did she learn that? I didn't care. I came over and over again, down her long gullet, providing her belly a warm meal to remember.
No matter how I slammed my hips and grinded against her lips I couldn't get enough. Her sweet throat made me dizzy with pleasure. It was a miracle that her gag reflex didn't kick in with my wild face-fucking. Her throat closed so tightly along my length that I could tell no one had trained her well enough in that aspect either.
Before pulling out, I taught her how to use that sweet tongue sitting too idle within her mouth. My F'lhaminn learned fast but my Miounne was slower on the uptake.
spluuuurt gloop spluuurt
Another load that was greedily sucked up by her womb.
It was easier to teach her if she already had a load of my kids swishing around in her cheeks as it turned out. So I used her throat recklessly, feeling her plump lips kiss my pelvis while shooting thick ropes of raunchy seed never got old.
I didn't allow her to swallow. Instead, she was to service me with a mouth full of hot load. If she spilled any, I simply slammed my love stick in and thrashed her warm hole until my demon shot a fresh delivery of baby milk to replenish her stocks.
"Oooo-oh! Ooooh~"
When I looked up, the sun had already set. I couldn't hear anything outside of her room, but I imagined the beautiful chirping of cicadas making merry. I didn't want Minfilia to return to an empty room, so I pulled my cock out of Mio's lower cave without warning.
plop
"Oooooooo!~"
My body was still flushed with arousal. I wanted more, but my Minfilia took priority. I roughly slapped my thick member on her thighs. Fuck. I really wanted more.
I then used her mouth for cleanup. Her juices were smeared all over my thighs, meat shaft, and balls in a thick and shiny glaze. Placing my hands on her head, I carefully directed my personal semen vacuum to the sticky areas where I was drenched. Yanking her head around like I was piloting a helicopter and feeling her juicy mouth lick and suck the result of our affair.
suuuck pop suckle sluuuuurp pop suck
Of course, I would need a shower anyways, but it was important that she cleaned me up properly when I demanded it. That discipline is what's important for training after all. A profession that I took very seriously.
sluuuup pop buurp
With a satisfied and shameless burp, Mio's hazy consciousness expressed that it was done. Unlike my F'lhaminn who made sure to suck up her saliva as well, Mio didn't know that. Another result at her serious lack of training. I was starting to think that no one taught her to use her throat like that. Was she just a natural? Was it an Elezen feature or a Mommy exclusive? I'd need to roughly use another beautiful Elezen throat for comparison. No matter. It's something that I would teach her soon enough, but I had to be back and ready to greet my beloved Minfilia soon.
So I simply wiped the remnants onto her face, smearing her eye makeup and making a further mess of her already ruined and smeared lipstick. While I used my bitch's face like a tissue, my cock continued to receive appreciative kisses and suckles. Fuck. I'd reward her for her service again next time. Like Minfilia did to me earlier today, I stood back and admired my work.
Not a single inch of her skin and hair wasn't covered in either cum from her seed lessons or juices from her reward. My pink pubes were littered across her nose, rubbed into her messy red lipstick, and hung proud of her chin. Good job me. Let's go home. Or rather, let us away~
I left Mommy on her back, covered in juice, jammed up with my thick baby batter and reeking of cum while I shut the door to her room.
I walked through the brisk temperature of the night back to my room for a shower. The dorm manager had a look of shock and disgust on his face as I entered. I gave him a fresh smile, one that was most likely covered in sweat, saliva and pussy juice. I stopped caring about my appearance half-way in. How would he react if he knew just who I made this mess with? Would he be sad? Would he be upset? I held my impulse back. No need to antagonize anyone. How immature of me. Bad job me.
I enjoyed a long and warm shower, carefully scrubbing the evidence of my crimes from every inch of my body. Women had a more sensitive sense of smell than men. F'lhaminn taught me how to bathe considerately for her Miqo'te nose on our first night together. Of course, afterwards I ended up getting sweaty again past the demonstration, pounding her from behind while gnawing her tail, so I needed another shower.
After I was done, I cleaned up and saw a bizarre man looming within the haze of the slightly foggy mirror. I identified him as me. Still pale as a ghost. Stronger but still helpless. My hair had loosened further from their curls and now acted more as waves. Pink waves. PINK PINK PINK waves. I felt slightly better about it, but not the best. My holy and everlasting Momo-nee helped me cut it to about the length of my jaw.
"KYAAAAAAAA! LOOK AT MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!! AHHHHH!!!"
She was very happy with her work.
Dark red dots covered my neck and chest. I didn't know they were that visible. Even if I could cast cure and heal them, I vowed not to. I understood that Minfilia enjoyed seeing me marked by her. Of course I gave in to her wishes. When wouldn't I?
---
'Hear its flow.'
Perhaps only when meditating, did I find the time to truly interact with the Aether around me. Instead of cycling the same storm to keep my mind cool and still, I was allowed to play with forms of Aether unknown to me.
Conjurers learned a variety of spells that could be classified as either Earth, Wind, or Water. There were unaspected magic types as well, such as Holy, one of the most popular spells that White Mages swear by. I wholly agree with them of course.
Playing a White Mage after getting Holy makes one want to disregard healing and run into battle as the 3rd DPS in a Light Party. Unfortunately, with my terrible mana capacity, there was no way I could use it. Not at the moment anyways.
I would need proper instruction on how to grow in that aspect. I was unable to channel my internal mana without casting a spell. If control and efficiency indeed grew with usage, then I needed something small, simple, repeatable and something that wouldn't destroy the entire world around me as I practiced with it.
The Warrior of Light had an absurd capacity that could fulfill the needs of any job or role, but I was not like that. My methods had to be different. Especially if I was going to successfully save Minfilia. I had no illusions that things would go my way easily.
Many Isekai stories shared the same question.
When do you break the narrative?
Some protagonists waxed poetic about it for longer than others, but in the end, they all do it. When they do, the story fights back in one of two ways.
It either A, attempts to correct itself by killing who should be killed. Never saving who should be saved, oddly enough. This was usually the case in System stories where the plot is governed by a god or intentional force.
Or B, the story gets cranked into its hardest difficulty. Bosses walk the street and countries get wiped out immediately. The final boss pops up before the mid section then a new hidden super secret final boss pops out from behind the curtain for the finale.
'Feel the Astral'
It was always insane to me the way those stories played out. I read up on Chaos Theory. The saying was that the flap of a butterfly's wings could cause a hurricane. But that's all it was. A hurricane. Take shelter, enter a strong building. The storm shall pass as all things do.
So pray tell, why do these protagonists throw caution into the god damned wind as soon as the story leaves the tracks a bit? Or even worse, they try to correct it themselves. Why would the final boss suddenly open his eyes and herald the end of the world?
'Study the Umbral'
I never commented these things in public of course. I was not interested in the idea of getting stuck in one of these bullshit worlds, where a petty author tortured your existence for the whole story. In addition, I wasn't such an unhinged loser that I'd waste my time writing a manifesto to get myself thrown into such a situation anyways.
Though I supposed the joke was on me. I ended up here regardless of my actions. A fate I didn't mind as much anymore. I had ties in this place. Relationships. Family as well. I knew how dangerous the future was. But in a way, I had more control here than I did on Earth.
'Six Elements betwixt the Twelve.'
hmmmmmmmmmmm
A strong resonance vibrated in my mind. A few new streams appeared in my "perception" and... fire was gone. I could cast it still, but I couldn't pull it from the Aether anymore. I "looked" all around me. But it was truly missing. It had packed its bags and left without signing the lease or telling me of its intention to go. What the hell?
That's...concerning. If my ability was tied to my location... How would I fight the Primals? They were literally made of Aether. And their arenas likely only had their particular element. I could not burn Ifrit with fire just as I could not freeze Shiva with ice.
I thought on it more while poking and prodding my new friends. I wasn't going to destroy this housing section by casting something by accident. I was not in a Wuxia world. I could not blow the roof off an inn without paying a hefty fee then being exiled. Possibly imprisoned.
I'd need a way to carry these little guys around with me. The streams of Earth and Water were large enough to take up half the room by themselves. Not that I could exactly quantify that. Aether was immaterial. It swam through buildings, trees and the air like ghosts.
River shaped ghosts, as it were.
I thought that elements had to be in balance. Perhaps Fire was indeed kicking around here somewhere? Underground maybe?
Knock - Knock
A gentle rap of knuckles struck my door and woke me from my meditation. I recognized the cadence all too well. I opened the door and saw-
"Minfilia, the bravest soul on Eorzea approaches once more."
Minfilia jumped into my arms wearing thin sheer pajamas. The pajamas did nothing to obscure her massive bust, her flared and seductive hips or her juicy ass that jiggled heavily when she jumped on me. Everything did really.
Mmm smooch slurp mmn pah
"You honor me~"
Her eyes of longing and her sweet kiss were a welcome garnish on my long day of fucking, pounding, and grinding. I was smothered in her scent of fresh berries. We walked in and closed the door holding each other close and warming the room with the ambient heat of love.
---
"So? How was the cleansing?"
Minfilia straddled her love's lap comfortably. He was in his silken sleepwear and his hair was slightly damp. He must have done his routine of showering then sitting to meditate. His hands had a firm grip on her thighs and she entrusted her full weight to him. His beautiful eyes were gazing at her, giving her his undivided attention. His lips played a naturally curving smile that made her heart leap up her throat. Miss Momodi wouldn't say what came after kisses, but Minfilia's body craved it.
Rather than answering the question Winter posed right away, Minfilia decided to swap more saliva with her angel. She wanted to drown him in her love. She wanted to drink more of his essence. She could scarce believe that her man was someone so ethereal. So desirable. So sinful.
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Minfilia rubbed her body onto his strongly. She wanted to exchange scents. Let the world and especially that sly Kan-E-Senna know that, she's his woman. Winter had claimed her mind, heart, body and soul. A truth that she reveled in, whenever she found the time to think about it.
Minfilia had exchanged many words with the Seedseer today. Choice among them being-
"Eh? You'd permit Winter to wed multiple women?"
It was an inevitable thing as Miss Momodi put it. The powerful and notable men within history always ended up either alone or with many women. Minfilia already understood how unusual her lover's magic was. She would hear whispers from other miners of a man who frequented the bloodsands. He'd fight with twin swords and launch waves of ice without a word. He'd contort himself within the air, launching impossible strikes with a strange grace. He froze the sands themselves and used them to skate and gain speed.
Her man was notable. More than that. She knew it to be true. Kan-E-Senna agreed.
"It's true...I had never seen such a thing before. And from the look in Master Yan's eyes, I could tell he hadn't either. Winter truly is special..."
Minfilia adjusted her body that was sitting comfortably in the Lotus Waters. They cooled her skin and made her feel clean. It felt as if her muscles and tendons were being treated with a relaxing massage. A magical rush of soothing waters came and went like the tides of the ocean.
"Oh? Are you interested in my man, Kan-E?"
"Oh! No no! I'd never- but he is somewhat- ah but I can ill-!"
A lazy jest turned out like that. Kan-E thought she got off the hook, but Minfilia was already making plans of where to seat her within the harem. Who would look better on the left in a family painting? Which side of the bed should she inhabit? Minfilia expected Kan-E to join ere long.
Sluuuuurp mm bite sip slurp sluuuurp
His hard chest was nothing like hers. His strong hands grabbing and pulling her flesh in a fret of possession. Minfilia loved it. She wanted him to do this all the time, even when they walked around, but she was still too shy to ask that of her beloved.
pop haaaahhh
All across his skin were small mouth sized bruises that she lovingly traced with her finger.
"It was magical. The waters were cool. The forest felt so alive and blew lilies like boats across the pond."
These were her marks, shaped carefully to spell the characters MW. Her initials. This was her man. No matter which woman decided to play "loaned love" these marks made it clear that Winter would always come back home to her. Where should Kan-E put her mark? Perhaps on his back? Or maybe his shoulders?
"Mm. It sounds beautiful."
Winter planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, but Minfilia gave him a blank stare. Had she not taught him already how to behave? Minfilia registered it as a step better than patting her head, but it wasn't enough.
Inexcusable.
Her Winter obviously needed to be trained further. He to needed drink more of her in. Poisoned with the substance known as Minfilia Warde.