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Having Her Men	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy VI Views: 2971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Having Her Men
- 1
Deserts, as it turned out, were really big.
Locke and Celes were on their long track from South Figaro back to Narshe, to meet up with the rest of the Returners. They had escaped South Figaro, worked their way through the caves, bested an imperial war machine, and now....
And now they were walking. Lots and lots of walking, across a not particularly exciting desert.
"So tell me about the others. These friends of yours we're meeting up with," Celes said. They had managed to procure a single Chocobo from a desert nomad; not enough for both of them to ride, but enough to carry their luggage. She led it by the reins, walking a few paces behind Locke.
"Well, Edgar is a pretty cool dude," replied Locke, "He's a king, he's an inventor, he lends me money....."
"His brother is a bit of an odd duck, though. Apparently he just lives in the mountains and does karate all day."
"Well, at least he has hobbies," replied Celes, chuckling.
"And then there's Terra.... she's.... she's had it rough. You too have a lot in common, I suppose; magic powers, on the run from the empire...."
"....a vagina," Celes interrupted. She watched Locke jump when she said it, and chuckled again. "I mean, you know. I assume," she finished.
An akward silence fell over the two of them, as they continued walking through the desert.
"So, uh, yeah-" Locke began.
"Shhh, you're ruining it," intterupted Celes, drawing out the awkward silence again.
"Sorry, you're just really easy to tease."
As the sun began to wane in the desert sky, the pair happened upon an oasis pond.
"Oh thank heaven," said Celes, "I can't actually remember the last time I bathed. I must smell like a sewer."
Locke paused. "You know, I'm trying to think of a good response for that, and I'm not coming up with you anything."
Celes tied the chocobo to a palm tree, and immediately started stripping her clothes off. "How about by jumping into the water with me? You're no bed of flowers yourself."
Soon, her clothing lay in a heap on the sand. Celes's body was long and lean, with golden hair and pale skin that refused to tan or burn under the desert sun. Locke caught himself staring: at her pert bust, her long legs, her perky buttocks. She made no effort to hide herself from him, and dove into the water.
She swam a few strokes, diving her under the clear oasis water, flinging droplets from her golden hair as she arose. "Oh, and grab the soap on your way in."
Locke's clothing joined Celes's on the ground. Celes watched him as she undressed; his body was lean and wiry, built for stealth and agility. Like herself, his skin was milk-white, and his hair was a mop of silver. She admired his slim stomach, his tight buttocks, and she told him so.
"You have such a cute butt!"
"Um.... thank you?" Locke replied. He was still unsure of what to make of the rogue general's brazenness; was she actually flirting with him? Or was that just how she was?
He grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth from the pack on the chocobo, and jumped into the water.
The cold shocked his skin, and he found himself covered in goosebumbs. Celes swam over to him, and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing him vigorously. "Cought you!" She exclaimed.
Ok. He was pretty sure she was flirting with him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back, her arms wrapped around his body.
She grabbed the soap from him, and began lathering up. "God, I've needed that. Will you get my back for me?"
She turned, brushing her golden hair over her shoulders. Locke soaped up the cloth, and began rubbing it over her back. Her skin was smooth and white as ivory, and he found his manhood stirring to life as he touched her.
"Oh, I love you forever," she said nonchalantly as he washed her back. He wondered if he should kiss her, make a move of some kind. The sky grew red in the distance the sun dipping below the horizon. She turned and kissed him on the cheek; Locke was about to return her kiss, but she cut him off again.'
"But, we should seriously make camp before the sun goes down," with that, she got up out of his embrace, and headed for shore.
Huh. Maybe she wasn't flirting.
Unsure, Locke followed her, toweling off and redressing. She was right; they had best get a tent set up before dark fell.
They lacked kindling for a fire in the desert, so they only had a few oil lamps to light the darkness. The tent was small but cozy, just big enough for both of their sleeping bags.
Locke was already in his bag when Celes entered the tent, her form illuminated by the flickering light of the lamp. She kicked out of her boots, and stripped down her underclothes, a green one-piece chemise.
It came as something of a surprise when, instead of getting into her own bag, Celes slipped into Locke's with him. Her body pressed against him in the bag, and her face was scant inches away from his own.
"Hey Locke...." she whispered to him.
"Yeah?" He replied, heart racing.
"Want to have sex?"
The casual bluntness of her question threw him.
"Um.... this is new," was all he could reply.
"I've wanted to since South Figaro," she said. "Today was just the first chance we've had to bathe since then. And seriously, you smelled awful. I mean, don't get me wrong, me too. But it's kind of a libido-killer when you both smell like garbage."

He laughed a bit. "You certainly have a way with words."
And then there was silence again; silence, and darkness, and the smell of her hair, and her lips were on his his, her hands reaching down to grab his buttocks.
He was acutely aware of how little clothing she was wearing, how little clothing he was wearing. The sleeping bag was not large, and their bodies naturally pressed together. He could feel her bosom pressed against his chest, seperated by the cloth of her chemise and his night shirt.
Locke's hard cock pressed between them. Celes could feel it pressed against her thigh, grinding her sex against his through their clothing.
Her face was cradled against his neck, her breath hot in his ear.
"Someone's jumpy," she whispered to him, her soft tongue gliding along the outside edge of his ear. "How long has it been since you've been with a woman?"
Locke hesitated for a minute. "....a while. A good while," he replied at last.
"Handsome fellow like you? I would imagine the ladies would be lining up at your door," she teased, kissing the pale skin of his neck. She loved the way he melted under her touch, wilted under her kisses.
"It's.... it's complicated.... there is - there was.... someone else. I mean, she's gone now, I suppose, but I can't help but feel...." Locke trailed off. He couldn't shake thoughts of Rachel from his mind – was he cheating on her? She was dead, but he still couldn't let go. Guilt and confusion flooded into him, restraining his hand.
Feeling his trepedation, Celes pulled back. She brushed his hair back, looking him in the eyes, the tips of their noses pressed together.
"From where I stand, It's simple, Locke. I want you. I want to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you. If you don't want that, I can go back to my sleeping bag and that'll be that."
She saw the hunger in his eyes. The longing, the loneliness hiding underneath his aloof and cocky exterior.
"But the only one's here now are you and me. So let's forget about her – do you want me? "
Locke stared into her eyes, the pale blue of ice. He felt her warm body wrapped around his. Rachel was gone. She was here.
"....I want you, Celes," he said. And then his mouth was on hers, soft lips on soft lips, his tongue dancing in her mouth.
Her hand snaked between their bodies, under his shorts, caressing his hard manhood. Locke whimpered slightly as he stroked him – how long had it been since a woman touched him? A year? Two years?
Celes buried her face in the cradle of Locke's pale neck, licking the smooth skin there as she toyed with his manhood in her hands. Locke mouth was on her shoulder, her neck, the pair twined around each other like two serpents.
His hand joined hers, reaching down to caress her sex. She gasped slightly as his fingers caressed the outside her labia, working their way through the material of her chemise.
They continued like this, touching, grinding, kissing. Celes shrugged out of her chemise, the pale orbs of her chest spilling out. She pressed Locke's mouth to her breast, his tongue circling and flicking at the small pink nipple. His fingers worked deeper into her, curling in her wet channel.
"Don't stop..." she whispered, realizing she was going to come soon.
"Oh, Locke.... Locke!" Her body contracted, twitching and quivering, her leg wrapping around his body, crushing his hand between their two forms.
She pulled away slightly, and then kissed him hard on the mouth. She slithered down his body, disappearing into the sleeping back.
Locke was confused for a moment, then he felt the warm wetness of her mouth on his cock. He couldn't see her, he could only feel her. She swallowed his manhood to the base, bobbing radidly on his length. Her hands gripping his buttocks, pulling him into her.
"Celes.... I'm going to.... oh god..."
She could feel his cock twitching. He was wound tight from being long without release. She slapped his buttocks, sucked him harder, letting him know it was alright to come.
Locke cried out as felt his first orgasm like a spark of lightning in his spine. Instinctively, his grabbed his lover by the back of her head, holding her to him as he came. Every muscle in his body spasmed, and he thrust hard into Celes's mouth. She kept sucking him, swallowing his seed as he came.
She kept sucking him, milking his cock dry, eliciting a few whimpers from her partner. She reappeared from the sleeping bag, breathing heavily. She grabbed a cantine of water from beside them, and took a long drink.
"Thank you.... that was incredible...." said Locke as he came down from his orgasmic high.
"Well, seeing as you saved my life and made me come, I figured a blowjob was fair trade," she said with a smirk. "But only because you did both."
They held each other in silence for a few minutes, snuggling, simply enjoying the feeling of holding someone, of feeling another's skin against one's own.
At last, Celes broke the silence.
"Have another round in you?"

Locke could feel the blood stirring in his loins once again. "Only if you do."
Celes slid out of the sleeping bag, and stood to strip out of her green chemise. Between the two of them and the vigorous activity, the bag had grown awfully warm, and she welcomed the cool night air on her bare skin.
Locke looked up at her naked form, illuminated only by the yellow light of the oil lamp burning beside them. Her ivory skin, her golden hair, her inviting grin.
"You look gorgeous," he said. He joined her, sliding out of the sleeping back to strip out of his shorts and undershirt.
She ran her hands along his lean, pale torso, tracing a finger across the line of his hips beside his rapidly hardening cock.
"You're not so bad yourself," she replied.
He knelt in front her, planting kisses along her impressive breasts and tight stomach as he descended. He ran his tongue along her calves, slowly working his way up, kissing the inside of her thighs. He teased her, his mouth maneuvering in circles around her loins, kissing her thighs and stomach, never alighting on her sex.
"You are going to get yourself in trouble...." Celes said, wishing she had something to hold into in the tent to stabilize herself.
"Watcha gonna do about it?" Replied the adventurer with a grin.
At last, she placed a hand on Locke's light brown hair, pushing his face into her sex. She shuddered and gasped as his tongue ran across her labia. He lashed against her sex, the delicate nub of her clitoris on the tip of his tongue.
Celes felt her knees growing weak as her new lover serviced her orally, pressing her weight against Locke's head to herself upright. She pressed her sex against his lips, electric bolts of pleasure shooting through her body.
"Oh, Locke... Locke, Locke, Locke...." she chanted his name like a mantra as he spoke his attention into her loins.
Her knees buckled, and she found herself pushing him to the floor, straddling his face. The thief continued to service her dutifully, tongue dancing across the honey pot of her womanhood.
"Oh, Locke!" She arched back, and came again. Her pleasure rolled through her body like a wave, from her fingers to her toes.
She moved back, releasing Locke's face from the grip of her thighs. Soon, she was straddling his naked hips, grinding her pussy against his hard rod.
Locke bit his lip as she teased him, feeling the outside of her sex against his.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Celes asked, teasingly, trailing a hand along his chest.
"Yes please," Locke answered eagerly, running his fingers across her thigh.
Celes reached over to her bag, grabbing a rubber from her pack. Say what you will about Vector and it's empire, they had gifted the mass production of condoms unto the world.
Celes grabbed his cock, pulling the lubricated rubber sheath onto his manhood. She slid down onto him, the warmth of her cunt on his cock enveloping him and filling her.
Celes began riding him, bouncing up and down with soft strokes. "Your cock feels amazing, Locke...." He watched, hypnotized, as her body moved on him, her pale form dancing in the lantern light.
She grabbed her own breast, toyed with her own clit as she rode him. She had no shame in pleasuring herself as she rode him, completely confident in her sexuality. Locke held her by the hips, bucking up into her, matching her rhythm.
It was little time before Celes came again, shouting Locke's name to the empty desert sky.
Locke sat up, holding Celes on his lap, her sex grinding on his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, making small noises of pleasure as she rode his cock.
"Celes, I...." Locke cut himself off. He realized he had been about to say "I love you," and felt ridiculous. He had only met this woman a few days ago. He bit his tongue.
"Shh...." She replied, letting the words go unspoken. She kissed him, feeling his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy. It felt so good, having him inside her, bodies connected.
She arched back, letting him thrust up into her. Soon, she was on her back, Locke's lithe body kneeling between her legs.
"Celes... Celes...." he moaned her name as he drove into her. She could see his climax was approaching. He wasn't wearing a condom – she wasn't even sure if they had condoms this far from Vector – and she needed to make sure he didn't come inside her.
"Come for me, Locke.... I want to feel you come...."
Locke built his tempo, thrusting inside her, bringing himself to the edge. He felt rolling waves of pleasure coursing through his body, orgasm building like a fire inside him.

"Oh, Celes!" he cried out. He came for the second time that night, body shaking, and he collpased against her.
They lay panting, pressed against each other, the warmth of one another's bodies contrasting against the cold night air.
Soon, the sweat evaporated from their skin, and they felt the cold prickling them. They slid back into the sleeping bag, still embracing, and and Celes blew out the light of the oil lamp.
"Thank you," said Locke, pressed against her in the darkness. "That was... that was really nice."
"Thank you," Celes replied. "Seriously. I know it can be hard letting go."
The two of them drifted off to sleep, embracing in the dark, and for once, Locke did not feel alone.
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