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Princess Noct - Zidane x Noctis	By : TristyandShane Category: Final Fantasy Games > Dissidia: Final Fantasy Views: 731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Princess Noct
- 1
It had been a trial by fire for sure, with nobody quite knowing how the two worlds came to collide. Something about the Servants of chaos and a plan to have the void consume both Eos and Gaia. Noctis had come out of the collision in a dire predicament without his retinue as an Red Giant squared off against him alone. The powerful, towering entity had proved difficult, until a mysterious individual shouted.
"Hey look, a diversion!"
And drew it's attention for long enough for Noctis to get back in the fight. The mysterious individual, a blonde thief in a teal performers vest and blue jodhpurs, white jabot, and a pair of oversized cloth gloves, sprinted from point to point in a quick dash to keep the attention off of the Prince, daggers in hand. His blonde tail swung behind him as he energetically kipped and wove to dodge it's strikes.
"Almost had me! Keep trying!"
When the battle was over, camp was quickly erected, giving the two a chance to speak. Around a warm campfire, Zidane sat on a log, and only then decided to introduce himself with a quick stretch of his hand.
"Oh, hey, didn't tell you my name. I'm Zidane. Nice to meet you!"
Noctis cleared his throat.
"Yeeeah," droned the Prince. He averted his gaze from the blonde for a minute and glanced elsewhere, either way, he was staring at the same tall trees that enclosed the camping grounds. The Prince let out a little huff in annoyance at first, while he idly folded his arms over his chest. "So, monsters," he started, his tone of voice a little sharper than before. "We're here because of...monsters...that keep spawning all over the place?"
"Something like that! Y`know how it goes. Monsters are bad and we gotta stop 'em. I dunno, I just saw you needed a hand and thought I'd jump in."
Glancing back at Zidane, the Prince still kept the same expression as before. Dull, his mindset rather dense, and yet showed a tint of irritation. He kept his weapons close by at all times, just in case something would mysteriously jump out of the woodwork at him. Noctis was usually the paranoid type, and yet, he felt rather calm at the moment.
"So, yeah, camping. What a great idea," he stated sarcastically, and this sounded like more of a snap than anything else. He soon changed the subject, cocking his head to one side as he studied Zidane for a bit. "Zidane, huh? I'm Noct. I guess it's...uh...a pleasure to meet you, too."
The dull expression was met with an exuberant one, like a ray of sunshine in the dark of the night, soft slender lips giving an infectious grin that he just begged to spread. The sarcastic tone of the response wasn't lost, though.
"How can you not like camping? It's great! Bunch of guys just sitting around a campfire telling stories and having a good time under the open stars. I'd take that over some stuffy banquet hall listening to a bunch of fat people talk about money any day." At the introduction, Zidane offered a theatrical bow, sweeping his right hand in front of himself "Nice to meet you Noct. Don't worry, you're in good hands. I do this kinda thing alllllllllll the time."
Noctis furrowed his black eyebrows in annoyance.
"You mean you camp all the time?" Noctis checked, letting out a grunt. "I just...tend to feel sticky when I camp. I do it all the time back at...where I usually come from, since a certain jerk forces me to camp almost every night," he put.
"As much as I can!" Zidane offered with a smirk. "Nothing beats the freedom of the open road, sleeping under the stars. No rules, no expectations, no schedule. You can sleep in if you want, stay up late if you want, nobody is going to tell you 'Hey, keep it down, the other customer is trying to sleep' or 'Hey, aren't you going to pay for that?' The stickiness thing... you get used to it - and you still bathe when you're out here y`know. You just use a river or a stream."
Intoning a simple 'mhm', Noctis glanced down at his clothes and brushed dirt off his black shirt and three-quarter-length trousers, still icky from the fight earlier. The Prince flung his black jacket over the wood of the log, and shortly after that he had a habit of combing his fingers through his black locks. He was quite fussy with his appearance, being a pretty boy and all. But then, he finally caught on what Zidane said about helping out, Noctis tutted.
"You thought I needed a hand? You didn't think I could actually fight by myself?" Noctis questioned, his tone of voice still as sharp as before. The Prince fought monsters and enemies because he enjoyed playing his shitty video-games, and to be honest, Noctis was more used to fighting in a pack than he was by himself. He could manage fighting by himself, but most likely with a lot of yelling on his part. "I...wasn't stressed at all," he lied and straightened his back. "But I guess, thanks for helping me. I guess it's nice when other people wanna chip in. It definitely makes a change."
Zidane, having absolutely no concept of personal space, shifted over to sit right up next to Noctis to the point that their shoulders pushed together. His body was unnaturally warm, immaculately soft, practically hairless, and very, very toned despite his slender build.
"Do I think that big flaming red metal monster was going to grind you into a Noct-paste? Probably not, but that doesn't mean you couldn't use a hand, or a friend. Just because you weren't in life or death danger doesn't mean it's not easier with the two of us. Besides, what am I gonna do, just walk away and leave someone to fend for himself? Not my style! Especially when they're cute."
Noctis reddened with a blush.
"C-cute? You think I'm cute? That's kinda odd coming from a guy," stated Noctis. He didn't even bother to think about it, he simply hummed. Noctis never really thought about hooking up with any guys before, and especially out camping while feeling all sticky. "Well, thanks, I guess. I really appreciated your help back there, even if it was brief," the last part was another lie but Noctis wanted to feel good about himself.
Grumbling, Noctis inched away from Zidane in a heartbeat, still annoyed. Averting his gaze away from the blonde male, grey eyes stared down at the bark of the log. He tutted again, brushing any dirt or fluff from his shoulder in the process. Even though he hated camping, Noctis always liked the idea of sleeping in, and anything earlier than eight in the morning was what he considered dawn.
"Do you have to be so close? Like, have you ever heard of personal space? Or...is it non-existent where you come from?"
"Nah. I'm lying." Zidane quipped playfully. "If I was going to rate you on the cute scale, I'd have to get a good look at you first."
"Lying? Cute scale?" Noctis questioned, perking up. "A...cute scale? I either get called a 'pretty boy' or 'cute' as...what I think is teasing...and you - I think you're just trying to flirt with me in a gay kinda way," he grumbled and showed his teeth with this scowl. "You're probably wondering what I think of you - annoying," remarked Noctis.
And just like that, Zidane shifted almost immediately in front of Noctis's view. Eye to eye, almost nose to nose, lips just inches apart from lips. Close enough that Noctis could feel Zidane's heated breath flush on his face "Yeaaaaah, definitely cute. Soft smooth skin, deep grey eyes that sparkle in the moonlight, soft disheveled hair. And is that the hint of a blush and a smile I see on those pouty lips. Maybe just a little one. I think it is."
Noctis simply tutted at the sight of the other male examining his face, the Prince just glanced away even more.
Yet, he didn't go for the kiss. He left the tension unresolved and shifted back to his seat. Like playing cat and mouse, Zidane shifted to give him a few inches of space.. and to let him feel the sudden absence. "I don't have to be. It's just better for conversation over the roaring fire! I'll shift over and give you some room.
But...
If you want me to sit closer, just ask."
"Yeah, I like you sitting over there instead. I mean, you were pretty warm, I must admit. I guess...I'll just tell you when I feel cold again."
This, of course, made Noctis pull a small smirk. He folded his toned arms over his chest, observing the blonde male in front of him. Usually, Noctis would tell people how he sees things with no sugar coating involved, and this was one of those kinda guys he could do that to without getting a fight in return. Well, probably. The overly positive attitude did irritate him to a fault, but then his best-friend was also this annoying, and yet emotional at the same time. With a small shrug of the shoulders, Noctis let out a little yawn and rested his leg over the other.
Glancing over his shoulder, Noctis tutted when he found his black jacket just laying there on the grass behind him. He picked it up and laid it right beside him again. Really, the way his jacket felt around his torso never matched the heat that radiated from Zidane's body.
"Annoying? Gay? I'm wounded. I'm hurt!" It's often forgotten that Zidane, at his heart, was an actor and just as much as he knew how to play a role well, he knew how to be deliberately hammy. "To think, all I did was try to be your friend call you cute. Save your life from a towering monster," he whimpered. There was a thick layer of overdramatic to the performance - Zidane wasn't actually offended by any of those things and he had a funny feeling the Prince himself didn't even believe this acting.
The smile and drawing the jacket back around him, in spite of it all, told him he was winning.
"Are you being serious?" Noctis asked, narrowing his eyes at Zidane.
Playing up the indignation, Zidane made his way to the other side of the fire and folded his arms like a lover scorned. Again, all part of the hunt in his mind. His tone did shift to a more conversational one though. "Funny that you said it that way though - like being gay is a bad thing. Is that really so horrible? I mean - I'm not. I like to think of myself as 'equal opportunity'."
At this, Noctis raised a curious black brow.
"Um," he intoned. He never really cared if someone was gay or straight, Noctis was just a cold bitch sometimes. But when Zidane spoke of those matters, Noctis became a little more settled and calm. He shook his head gently, unfolded his arms and rested his hands onto the log on either side of himself. "No, it's not like that. I don't think it's bad, I'm just...kinda...embarrassed," he admitted and thought about how to arrange his sentences in his head. "Like, I haven't actually felt that way before. I mean, it's good that you're so open about who you are. But me...I have yet to try any of that," despite being twenty already.
Really, Noctis was paired up with some woman when he was a child, and so, he couldn't actually explore what he actually liked outside of those boundaries. Noctis was still learning, even if he came across as being cold and blunt. But he shrugged his shoulders and gently patted the bark beside him. He didn't really know if any of this was an act, but then again, Noctis was usually dense and oblivious.
"It's okay," he stated dryly. "You can sit with me again."
And this time, Noctis actually showed some emotion.
"Oh, I don't know. You hurt my feelings. You called me annoying. I've never been so insulted. I've been called a thief - true, philandering - probably, miscreant - okay no need to get insulting, annoying, a scoundrel - definitely, but annoying? Never!" Zidane teased. He wasn't going to leave Noctis suffering. He scooted back over to the log but left the inch of space for Noctis to close if he so chose to.
And for a moment Noctis could see Zidane's demeanour change. It softened and the vernier of comedy dropped away to something softer and more philosophical. "You've got be yourself. If you're not going to be, who is, right? Maybe you're not into guys... and hey, that's cool. I'm a flirt, but I respect a no. I mean, sure, I might try my luck again but I'd never blame someone for following their heart. Being open with yourself - it's good sometimes and it's not - sometimes people like the person you are, sometimes you get called annoying... but at the end, you can sleep at night knowing you're you, and you did it your way."
"Mhm"
Staring right at the Prince with a flirty expression, Zidane's tail coiled around behind him as he ticked a finger onto his chin. "I'm not going to force you into anything, Noct. Just know the offer's on the table, okay?"
Noctis gave a little nod in response to that.
"Um, okay," he shrugged. "Maybe I'd like to try it sometime, but I don't know who with just yet," he answered. Again, so dense and oblivious. He watched Zidane with those greyish-blue hues, and this time, even though Noctis was so angsty before, the black-haired male actually let out a laugh in amusement. "Um, you can come closer if you want. I won't bite, honest," suggested Noctis. He eyed the space left between them, and it did kind of feel chillier than before. "I mean, I'd...like the warmth again," he made up.
It's just like those times when Noctis would often cheer up Prompto, that he'd comfort the over-emotional blonde and listen to the bad things happening in his life. Or, the bad monsters in his head that told him things that weren't true. And even if Noctis was being a grump before, he kind of felt guilty.
"I'm sorry about how I reacted."
And really, if Noctis found out all of this was just teasing, he would probably feel humiliated as fuck.
"You might not bite. I don't make any promises," he teased.
Gently, he slipped over and put himself right against Noctis, returning to producing that intimate warmth. Somehow the fire seemed to warm just a little bit more efficiently when Zidane was near, probably owing to the infinite wellspring of energy Zidane seemed to offer. In the firelight, the performer seemed quite soft and at home for that matter. Where Noctis was from, camping was far removed from the creature comforts of society. In Zidane's world, though, this was a way of life. You camped when you travelled. No Regalia.
"See? This isn't so bad, right?" Zidane offered, before making the most obvious yawn-and-stretch to ever play out in the history of acting. A bright, bright yawn and a big stretch until his right hand drifted around Noctis's right shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't actually bothered. Water under the bridge, right?" came from his lips before he offered in a bright stage whisper "I wasn't really hurt. I was acting!"
"Of course! If you really felt bad, it's not good to let things bother you before we go to bed. Just to show you there's no hard feelings," he chuckled in a sardonic tone. The lecherous glance turned back to Noctis, and those thin lips drew closer to the Prince's ear. "We could always kiss and make ou-- up."
Slightly confused, Noctis felt a wave of embarrassment course through his body. Oh, poor Noctis. He glanced away from Zidane in a heartbeat, and an hysteric blush coloured his features in the process. A bright crimson stuck to his pale face, Noctis felt a mixture of embarrassment and even the angst flooded back. Noctis was just a spoiled little Princess, not really from a place that Zidane was used to.
"You...lied to me?" Noctis questioned, swallowing his own spit nervously. "Right, I get it. I understand, really," he then turned back to face Zidane. "You do realise I believed all that stuff about you being hurt, right?"
And Noctis was kind of growing on Zidane, too.
But Noctis decided to shrug it off, play it cool. The small smile came back over his features, and he allowed Zidane to touch his shoulder. He didn't bother pushing Zidane away, but really, if it was someone he didn't like then he would definitely push them away. He took in a deep breath, and his exhale sounded loud. A sweat overcame his body, and Noctis slightly slid away from Zidane again out of embarrassment. He couldn't really make up his mind at this point. At the mention of possibly kissing, however, Noctis looked down.
"Um, I haven't really kissed a guy before, or anyone. Really, I haven't," he answered with a weak laugh at the end. "Just, you know, stop teasing me and stuff."
"...Really?" Zidane paused, looking almost incredulous. He thought he had been so obviously hammy with his overacting that about the only thing he didn't do was fake fainting. "I didn't really lie. I just... exaggerated the truth. I try to defuse tense situations by being funny. People do have humour in your world, right? Or, is it non-existent where you come from?" Zidane asked with a smile, calling back to Noctis's earlier remark about 'personal space'. The smile made it clear it was a joke, even if it was witty and annoying at best.
Ouch! Zidane knew all the trademark signs to watch out for, and when Noctis slowly started to inch away, Zidane seemed, at first, like he respected the boundary and he listened to what he said. The sly smile was probably the first warning that the thief was about to make his move. "...Oh, you mean you haven't kissed anyone?! Oh... well... oh. I mean... that's different. That changes everything. First person you kiss has to be someone special. It's sacred. It's an everlasting commitment - totally unbreakable. Hey, look! A diversion!"
The energy Zidane pointed with to the other side was probably enough to sell it before the words clicked. With the skill and precision of a master thief, Zidane suddenly leaned forward to seal his lips over Noctis and embrace his cheeks in both hands in a sudden, dramatic, tongue and saliva filled, DEEP kiss. And it was LOUD.
The dark-haired male snapped his eyes open at this sudden kiss, and it was one of those sloppy kind of kisses. Of course, Noctis had no choice but to kiss him back, especially with the hands gripping his face. Raising his hands, Noctis held onto Zidane's wrists and idly left them there. At this point, he watched Zidane kiss him, and at the same time it felt like stars were above his head from the sudden force Zidane literally smacked his lips against Noctis's. A dull noise at the back of his throat, Noctis groaned. The blush never moved an inch either, as crimson completely covered those pale features.
"Mm...mmm...NNNNGH," he continued to groan like a bitch.
Tumbling backward, Noctis felt like he was going to fall off the log. It was then, Noctis abruptly pushed Zidane away from him, he wiped the spit away from his mouth in an instant. His heart raced out of his chest, sweat stuck to his body and face, and there was a constant heavy breathing from the dark-haired. He grunted, just keeping watch of Zidane. Even though he pushed him away, there was a rather visible occurrence within Noctis's pants. A tent grew within his crotch area. And oh god, Noctis covered this up in a heartbeat.
"So...that's what you consider a 'special' kiss?"
Zidane didn't force himself forward, but gave Noctis a chance to process it all. "If I asked you, you would have said no, right?"
As Zidane rocked back to his own seat with a self-satisfied grin, Noctis could literally watch as the strand of saliva between them snapped in the air, a reminder of just how deep Zidane had actually pushed his tongue. His tongue had been touching Zidane's saliva, and vice versa. Whereas Noctis seemed completely flustered and scattered by the kiss, Zidane was cool as a cucumber, grinning ear-to-ear like the Cheshire cat. He even made a show of slowly licking his upper lip, drawing the last of Noctis's taste off his lips.
Deciding to explain himself a little more than that, Zidane offered a sympathetic look. "There's so much build up around the idea of the first kiss. It's supposed to be fun, not something you hoard like a dragon. If you think about it too much, you'll miss out on just enjoying it instead. And yeah, as far as Zidane kisses go? That was probably a 6/10 on the special meter. Not bad, needs improvement. You'll learn."
And yet, his fingers flicked down to the tent. "Either there's another Red Giant down there, or someone liked it more than they're letting on."
Noctis grimaced. "Oh, please don't," he performed a big, fat facepalm at the very thought of there being somebody watching them. "Please tell me you're joking again."
But, perhaps he was joking again, Noctis wasn't going to fall for it again like last time. Moving his hands away from his flushed face, Noctis wiped away any remaining spit from his mouth again. That kiss certainly did taste a lot like fruits, and yet, Noctis wasn't going to say anything about that. Then, growing more into it, Noctis desired more of this so called 'special kiss' and he just wanted more of it.
"Just shut it, yeah?" Noctis warned. "Quit teaching me these things."
"Can't help it - someone has to teach you this stuff," stated the comedic monkey guy as he shrugged his shoulders sarcastically.
Rising up to his feet, Noctis approached Zidane. Pressing a knee onto the bark, Noctis leaned in and suddenly caught Zidane's mouth in a kiss another time. He pushed his tongue into Zidane's mouth and allowed his tongue to dance with the blonde's. He gripped onto the back of Zidane's head, fingers curled into the blonde hair during the kiss. He just wanted more of it.
It was cute watching the ravenette fret over things Zidane was so casual about, and Zidane had done this enough times to know when he was winning and when he wasn't. He could see it in the way Noctis's tongue swept around his mouth while he wiped away the residue with his hand, pretending like he wasn't into it.
Noctis might have thought he was going to surprise Zidane, but Zidane was absolutely not fooled by any of it. The little game of cat and mouse ended when Noctis brought his lips hard to Zidane's face and the blonde sealed his hands around the back of Noctis' head, clasping to him while also pressing hard against that tongue. He was absolutely, positively shameless in the kiss, lewd beyond measure, letting saliva meet in the middle so they could both share a wet, sloppy kiss by firelight. His breath appeared intense, his heart pounded through the cage of his chest.
Amazed, Zidane suddenly moved to put his weight into it, seeking to pin Noctis against the log with the shockingly invasive kiss, his tongue dueling for supremacy. If he got it for even a second, he'd be tasting every corner of the Prince's mouth as his hips ground down against the black-haired male. And yet, in the seconds of kiss broken amidst gasps of air and intense, intense groans, Zidane forced out three words.
"Who's gay now?"
It was absolutely not derogatory.
Gasping at those words. Noctis parted from Zidane's lips and used his hand to wipe away the spit from his mouth. He glanced at Zidane, showing no smile or any kind of positive emotion. Noctis was just...Noctis, and especially in this situation.
"...I just said I wanted to try it, that's all," grumbled Noctis. He straightened up his back as a stroppy tut escaped his mouth. "I don't care if I'm gay or not. I just want to try it, okay?"
He went inward another time and planted yet another kiss onto Zidane's mouth. He still had his knee pressing onto the bark of the log, he almost sat in the blonde's lap, and quite usually, Noctis wasn't the type of guy to sit on someone's lap. He usually preferred his personal space. Noctis continued on with the kiss, he even slipped his tongue inside Zidane's mouth yet again. This kiss was hard, lip-smacking, probably ass-grabbing later on, and yet profound. He closed his eyes, concealing the grey colour within them.
"Yeah, whatever," he groaned as he broke away from the kiss. "Just - don't tease me about this or anything."
How interesting! Zidane couldn't help but give a smile at Noctis' own admission. They'd only known each other for a short time, but Zidane liked being able to help people. He was an eternally horny lech of course, but there was also genuine warmth and care beneath it.
"Like I said, I respect someone who has the strength to know who they are and be themselves. I might poke fun here or there, but good for you, Noct. Really. Happy you sorted that out."
Zidane had applied the force to try to pin Noctis down, and there was a genuine look of surprise when it wasn't enough, comical really. Content to let Noctis take the helm for just a moment, Zidane slowed himself slightly and let the Lucian Prince slip partly into his lap. As much as the blonde, tailed thief had joked about Noctis being aroused, Zidane had his own firm bulge in those Jodhpurs that said Noctis wasn't the only one. He loved the enthralling, passionate kiss. He slid his hands down to the Prince's back to pull them completely chest to chest. With neither of their backs pinned, the kiss was likely a constant sway of teamwork - each male pulling or pushing to ensure the lip lock stayed sealed.
Both slender males were likely an inferno by this point, a singular mass of writhing and kissing, of moaning and grinding. However, unlike Noctis, Zidane had a secret weapon. With Zidane almost beneath Noctis, his tail shifted onto Noctis's thigh and stroked teasingly.
Glancing down at his trousers, Noctis grunted and shot another glance up to Zidane's face.
"What - out here? Are you serious? There's literally a tent right there," he pointed. A shiver trailed down his spine, and yet, even though Noctis whined like a baby, he tried to stay calm and simply laugh it off. "But seriously, out here where people can see us? Don't be an idiot," he remarked simply.
"If you want to move over to the tent, be my guest," Zidane teased out, knowing full well that was going to be made a lot more complicated of an offer by the tickling sensation of his tail moving up Noctis's thigh.
However, Noctis never bothered to move from Zidane's lap. He felt quite comfortable, actually. The dark-haired male simply grunted, he placed a hand onto Zidane's shoulder. A gulp in his throat, Noctis felt sweaty as fuck and yet he wasn't the type of guy to pull his shirt off in the middle of nowhere. But he couldn't help it anymore. The Prince felt weak, needy, and he craved for more. He moved in again, this time having his face close to Zidane's, but not enough to touch lips or anything. He breathed in deeply, having his lips lightly brush up against Zidane's another time without actually kissing again.
He intoned a curious 'hmm'.
"What's it like?" Noctis questioned, raising a brow. "Sex, that is. I've never had it," he admitted.
From his thigh, and now towards his intimate area. That tail was quite prehensile and there were certain things that only a guy knew how to please another guy. Using the rounded tip of his tail, Zidane applied a healthy amount of pressure to the underside of the shaft through those dark pants - likely more than just a hand could accomplish because of how his tail worked and how tight the underside of the shaft was to his pants. Slowly but surely, Zidane found a spot way up the shaft and began rolling that tip back and forth against that one spot, stroking it playfully, rolling it, varying his pressure.
He wanted to be able to hear him.
"Incredible," Zidane responded, again it was in his earnest tone. "You'd think just using your hand prepares you... or even my tail... but... it doesn't. Everything feels different. Your muscles tense, your body heats up, your heart pounds in your chest. Every kiss is explosive, even the short ones." His eyes stared into Noctis's with intensity. "... And through it all, you're watching your lover go through the exact same thing as you are. Squeezing you. Holding you. Kissing you. Wanting you. Getting closer... and closer... begging you."
Noctis felt intrigued by that answer.
"Begging, huh? Wow, sounds incredible," answered Noctis with a shrug following afterwards. His face turned beat red from the teasing down below, and Noctis tried his best to ignore it. His very best, that is. "Well, every first time has to be special, right?" Noctis suggested, a weak laugh at the end. "I mean, that's how I was taught and stuff. You're kind of....teaching me new things tonight."
Blood boiling to the stroking sensation, Noctis looked away from Zidane while he let out a groan. This was a low, quiet groan. Noctis didn't want to be loud, even if it wasn't exactly possible at this point. The mushroom tip of his manhood was the most sensitive, more sensitive than the underside. His manhood pulsated; it was already desperate to release as Zidane's tail worked its way to make Noctis experience his first ever orgasm. And yet, Noctis struggled to hold this orgasm back, he wanted to hold it back because...they were out in the wild and stuff.
"And," he started with a chuckle. He glanced back at the blonde-haired male and pulled a sly grin. "Since I'm a Prince and all, I order...you to help me...in that area," he remarked and licked his lips enough to wet them.
"Hm?" Zidane grew a little excited at that remark. "A Prince, huh? Order, huh?"
Well, that came out of nowhere. The build-up to Noctis's orgasm caused his second brain to activate. Zidane wasn't even Noctis's crownsguard, and yet, Noctis still ordered him by using his title.
He leaned inward, gripped at Zidane's crotch and playfully squeezed the erection the blonde had. Noctis observed those eyes of Zidane's, and then, he pressed his lips against the other's again. Drool escaped his mouth, trailing down his bottom lip. Even though the air was cold, Noctis was boiling to a point he had to get naked. But he didn't get naked yet. He already felt like he needed to cum, especially due to how inexperienced he was at anything sexual. Soon enough, Noctis would need to take those trousers off.
The beat red was exactly the sort of reaction Zidane had hoped to muster in the Prince. That overwhelmed state, physically, mentally, emotionally overpowered. It tended to lead to the absolute best sex and the best cuddling afterwards. That tail incessantly continued its masterful stroking all the same, to the point that Noctis could feel him using the texture of his own pants against him.
"It's noooot so much that it has to be special... it just is. All that pent up energy and frustration and drive. You know what it's like to hold a breath for too long?" Zidane's tail suddenly deliberately rolled just to the side, and the cheeky look on his face suggested it was intentional. Now that tail was just missing its strokes, edging but not allowing him to build further. "You sit there, lungs burning... just begging... wondering if you're going to make it. Trembling... you want to gasp," his eyes flicked dangerously to the male, the attempt to hold his orgasm back hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Having trouble finding some air?" Zidane continued with the analogy.
But then, back to that order, Zidane wanted to push Noctis further.
The sly grin suggested this was absolutely going to back fire on Noctis. Slowly, the blonde reached up to pull a teal ribbon from above his jabot, all the while his tail kept deliberately missing, stroking the sides of the shaft. When that wet, sloppy kiss came, Zidane suddenly went for the Prince's wrists - only briefly giving him a chance to touch that imposing bulge between his legs, to bring them to his back, and with the skill of a thief would move to bind them behind the Prince, looping them through a small hole in the log so Noctis was essentially bound to the log by his hands.
"That's cute," Zidane broke away ever so slightly from the kiss and, instead, brought one of those hands gently along his wrist to oh, oh so gently stroke along his chin and the side of his cheek. "Well, if my little Princess wants to ask me nicely, good things might happen. Because right now...
Seems to me you're about to be royally screwed."
Grumbling, now completely bound to the log. Noctis could feel the ribbon already tug at his wrists harshly. The prince jolted, looking up at Zidane.
"Princess? I'm no Princess, jerk!" Noctis shot back, completely in rage. Tears built up in his eyes, as he glanced down behind him at the log and decided to wriggle his wrists around, rather violently. "Teasing me like that - fuck off!"
His cock still completely hard, and even neglected, Noctis could feel a twinge feeling when his orgasm was now being pulled away. He struggled to push his legs together, to stroke his thighs together in a mere attempt to stroke his poor manhood. But he failed each and every time, especially since it was pretty difficult to grab his length with his thigh. Sweat building up, orgasm being denied, this gave Noctis more power to tear at the shitty ribbon that bound his wrists. As a result, Noctis's wrists were still tied together, and they started to hurt due to his constant wriggling. He grumbled again, and then a moan escaped his lips at the arousal he felt.
"D-don't just build it up like that," he whimpered. This time, he glanced up at Zidane weakly, face flushed and completely covered in sweat. Black eyebrows furrowed sharply, and Noctis merely roared. "What do you mean - royally screwed? Shut it, I'm not gonna let you make a fool out of me."
To think at the very beginning of their meet, Noctis was being a bitch and now turned into a cock-hungry whore. The conflict between his aroused and angry sides began to arise. If anything, Noctis was planning to just go for Zidane if he ever manages to break out of this ribbon. A few tears swept down his cheeks, it really hurt and gave him all the more discomfort knowing his orgasm had been messed with.
"P-please," he begged and stared down at the log. "Let me feel that again," he whimpered.
"Shhhh... shh... trust me," he cooed gently at him.
Slowly stroking up and down along the edges without paying any attention to the nerves at the base or the crown, Zidane continued to neglect. Slowly, Zidane shifted to straddle Noctis's lap, paying no need to his own throbbing erection. With about an inch of space between them, Zidane suggestively rolled his hips - no actual contact being made other than that teasing tail, but it was so, so suggestive. His right hand pushed Noctis's back onto the log while his left began to reach down to free that aching shaft from the confines of its shorts.
"I will absolutely let you finish and I promise you it'll be the most mind blowing climax you'll ever experience. You're going to see stars. You're going to be breathless. Buuuuuuut, if you want into the show, you've gotta pay for the ticket...
Say it. Princess Noct wants to cum."
Noctis grumbled another time at that order.
"Do I have to seriously say that?" Noctis questioned, he then replayed the words in his head during a slight pause, and then he started to stutter. "...P-Princess Noct wants to cum? Really?"
Even though it was in question, Noctis still said those magical words. When he realised he actually repeated those words, he closed his eyes and merely huffed. With the other now sitting on his lap, Noctis parted his legs enough to allow air to get in between them. Sweat on his forehead, droplets of this sweat swept over his eyelids and down his face, along with the few tears that fell earlier. His wrists began to ache with the ribbon wrapped around them, Noctis could have sworn his skin had been grazed by now. He wriggled his hips, and one thigh rose in an attempt to push Zidane off of him. But of course, this paused orgasm held back the force.
Flinging his head back, Noctis moaned out. Even though his cock was still being stroked, his sensitive spots were being neglected. Still, the orgasm was there, but very much fading at this point. The cool air teased his cock at least, very lightly. It felt nice.
"P-please..." Noctis begged again, referring to his little order earlier. "Just stop playing around with me. I'm not just some doll," grumped Noctis aggressively. But then, he built up the courage to say those magical words another time, and this time with tears running down his face. "P-Princess Noct wants to cum..."
Being a master thief, Zidane had amazing control over his body, both in terms of speed, agility, and reflexes. Within a second he'd slunk back until his face was straddling over Noctis's lap, those brilliant eyes peering directly up at the bound Prince. His tail shifted to curl around the base of the shaft. Reaching to his side, Zidane pulled a small ring out of his pocket and moved to slip it around Noctis's finger. For a moment, time for Noctis would slow down - as though Zidane had put the reverse of an auto-haste accessory on.
It was an auto-slow accessory. Zidane was still moving at regular speed but Noctis was now experiencing it slower.
With that cock pointed at him, Zidane shot him a smile and set to work. His hands clutched around the sides of the shaft and at his sack, his tongue traced over the underside with a lewd, sloppy lick. His tail acted like a third hand, pumping that hard cock like Zidane was demanding the orgasm from his body. From Noctis's perspective, this would all happen over the course of seconds - a masterfully skilled tongue licking at that spot, the coiled tail stroking, the warm hands pumping and kneading with an urgency. To show Noctis that he would get the reward Zidane promised. The blonde peered up at him, practically pleading, keeping that cock pointed exactly at his face.
"Come on, Princess. Do it. I want you to do it. Big mess, right here. Give me that hot sticky cum. Paint my face. Let me feel the hot cum dripping down my skin. Show me what a royal load looks like. I want it in my hair, up my nose, down my throat, drooling down my face. Glaze me. Scream so loud anyone in the forest is going to hear you," voiced Zidane. The scandalous words of encouragement came firm but yet soft, telling him it was okay. "It's okay. I promise. Make as big of a mess as you want. I won't tell. It'll be our dirty secret that you came to being called a Princess. Please, please give me your cum..."
Watching Noctis's flushed face was priceless, especially in slow motion. Noctis cringed at that little speech of Zidane's, his most likely fake plead for cum. With that stupid slow ring around his marriage finger, Noctis felt a heavy build up while the thief actually started to pleasure him how he wanted it. Gradually, Noctis rose his hips when he was finally being pumped. The mushroom tip of his cock appeared crimson, pulsated for release.
"Cum," Zidane commanded as he suddenly moved to pull the slow ring off, and waited for his show to begin. "Cum for me, Princess."
"I'm not a damn Princess," grumbled the angsty ravenette. And yet, he never bothered to push Zidane off of him this time. His tone of voice growled, he appeared annoyed, and yet Noctis wasn't exactly going anywhere. He panted, his face flushed, his body quivered to the sensation, and his eyes began to betray him in a way that his vision blurred. "I...uh..." Noctis moaned, keeping his head flung back. "But...I guess...being called such has gotten me this far."
Several white ropes of semen shot out of the mushroom tip; a few ropes spurted out like a fountain, while there was some sperm that trailed down the veins of his cock. He made a mess, that's for sure, and enough to splat Zidane in the face. But Noctis didn't bother to move or to buck his hips upwards even more for Zidane's desired 'cum mess', there was no chance for it to happen as soon as the ring came off, and even then, this was Noctis's first ever time feeling anything like this. He screamed out to the stars above him, screaming up into the air.
The words he spoke were baffling, especially as these words acted as a conflict to his previous remarks.
"A damn Princess, huh?" Noctis exhaled. Even when he made no eye contact with Zidane, the Prince finally agreed. "If that means you'll treat me better, idiot," he swallowed his own spit nervously.
Finally, he glanced up at Zidane again and observed the mess he made, and he simply breathed in at the sight. Due to the force of the cum that shot out and the way Noctis wriggled about to his first ever orgasm, Noctis already spotted blood forming on his wrists due to the pressure of the ribbon.
The first rope of steaming hot cum snapped outwards, glistening in the moonlight through the canopy veil as it arced skyward, glazing parallel to his nose, leaving a white streak from his chin into his blonde hair where it matted between those silk soft strands and gave Zidane a sultry white line in his hair. The second blob snapped out and caught him in the forehead, oozing gently down between his eyes and running along his nose. The third shot was smaller and simply splattered against his left cheek, leaving a glistening patch of flesh glazed white and the fourth caught his open lips, and Noctis was able to watch the performer slowly let the saliva pool on his tongue, dribbling down into the crease between his teeth and tongue and then the motion of the tongue as it began to push those generous ropes around.
Zidane was playing with the cum in his mouth and making Noctis watch. The orgasm was only part of the show.
For the next two minutes, Noctis would be subject to what could only be described as cum worship. The slow, gradual tracking of the genome's tongue along the underside and sides of his shaft, the pearl pool at the tip of his tongue growing, trading sperm for saliva. He made no effort to clean his face, leaving the evidence of Noctis's cum to slowly, slowly drip down his face. Still, he didn't swallow, not yet. Instead, he slowly let the cum drip out of his mouth like a swinging pendulum back onto the cock, letting it glaze the surface once more, catching between veins. His lips closed around the shaft, but not tight, instead to make a performance.
A schlurp sound as the cum was sucked back into his mouth.
All the while, the heavy, heavy breathing that Noctis could feel on his bare cock, the almost desperate way Zidane played with him. Then, even the way he buried those feminine lips into the Prince's sweaty sack, opening his mouth, and swallowing the flesh orbs until they were so washed and coated in saliva, Noctis could feel the drip when they left his mouth a moment later.
By the time Zidane finally had collected all of the sperm in his mouth, including making a very, very delicate show of drawing it into his fingers so he could suck them clean one by one, he stuck his tongue out to show the ocean of seed that coated his tongue, contained within the valley of his teeth. Zidane threw his head back dramatically, his throat undulated with an audible gulp, and he opened his mouth once more to show there was nothing there.
"Probably should find a lake somewhere," Zidane smirked before he slowly crept back up the Prince's body. "But I'm not done with my Princess yet. After all.
Who am I to argue with a royal decree?"
Noctis merely squinted at that scene.
"What the fuck?" Noctis questioned, watching Zidane crawl up his body like a cat. "Rinse your mouth out," ordered the Prince. Since this was his first time, he didn't want to end up kissing or making out with his own cum present in his mouth, even if it had been swallowed.
Raising a leg, Noctis pressed the base of his boot against Zidane's shoulder. He abruptly pushed the monkey male away, even if it wasn't at all forceful. Noctis scowled, his legs still quivering from the passing orgasm, and the movement of his leg caused him to let out a weak moan due to not having stretched his legs out in a while.
"Do me a favour and untie my wrists," grumbled the Prince.
Of course, anyone would be able to tear through ribbon with great force, albeit when the Prince struggled to pull his wrists upward - it completely hurt him. Legs wriggled in the process as Noctis grunted, still trying to move his hands and wrists in various directions. Blood tainted the teal ribbon now, albeit that was something that would probably either please or upset Zidane.
As much as Zidane could be a little shit, one thing he absolutely was not was cruel. The moment he noticed the amount of pressure the Prince had been putting on his wrists, he reached around and gave a quick, singular tug against the ribbon to untie it. It was really funny that the Prince just struggled.
"Yeeesh. You really did a number on yourself, didn't you?" Zidane admitted. If Noctis gave him more than a second, he'd reach into his bag for a potion, using it like a salve to treat the minor wounds. The soft, soothing gel was normally meant to be applied internally, but it could be used like an ointment as well for minor things.
"You mean you hurt me..."
"What was that, Princess?"
Even after he was pushed away, Zidane pushed back against Noctis chest to chest, forehead to forehead, and if he was successful leaned in to give him a playfully dominant kiss, letting the Prince taste his own flavour.
"Fit for a Princess to taste his own cum."
Noctis grumbled miserably at the taste of his own sperm, Noctis cringed when he could taste the lingering saltiness on his tongue. Noctis never sucked a cock before in his life, so he didn't know what the flavour tasted like, and yet he knew it had a certain saltiness to it...and especially the sperm. Noctis was a junk eater and hated his vegetables, so immediately his sperm wasn't going to exactly taste pleasant. He wiped the kiss away from his mouth in an instant.
"You're...just gross," he remarked. "I just...don't look forward to what'll happen tonight, like, when I sleep and stuff."
"Gross, huh?" Zidane asked, folding his arms quietly. He wasn't visibly angry but some of the comedic tone had disappeared, a sign that for Zidane, the game was over. Something Noctis had said had put him off. "... And just what do you think is going to happen tonight?"
Raising his hands again, Noctis moved his wrists in a gradual motion to rid the twinge he felt. The dark-haired male rose up to his feet, tucked his manhood away back into his trousers where it belonged, and folded his arms over his chest. He glanced at Zidane and huffed.
"Yeah, I don't trust you. I might sleep outside tonight."
"What?"
Surprised, Zidane quirked a brow at Noctis, first at the response and then at the comment that came afterwards.
"...You really think I'd just take you while you were sleeping?" Zidane proffered, seemingly a little hurt by the remark. The showmanship and acting had melted away to reveal a bit more of Zidane's inner workings. "Yeah. That totally sounds like a thing I'd do. It's not like I waited for you to say you wanted to try something, or I explicitly said I wouldn't force you to do anything. Nah, I'm definitely going to rape you in your sleep..."
"Huh?" Noctis arched his eyebrows, looking a little worried.
The slender blonde glanced towards the tent, seemingly unconcerned by the fact he never had a turn himself. The erection was definitely there but for all of his carnal pleasure, he was actually an incredibly selfless lover. "Hate to break it to you... sure, I love the feeling of sex - and I'm openly kinky, but I like helping people and making people happy. That's the part I enjoy most. Pretty sure I couldn't force that on you if I tried."
"Are you actually being serious?"
Faking a yawn and a stretch to mask a quiet sadness in his eyes, he started to make his way towards the tent. "I'm calling it a night. You do you. Don't worry, you're safe from me."
At the sight, Noctis intoned a worried 'hmm'. He watched Zidane walk away towards the tent, and this left Noctis feeling particularly confused. He decided to walk behind the other, catching up to him.
"Huh? Are you...actually being serious?" Noctis checked again, wearing a more worried expression on his face. "I didn't mean to upset you, like, the real kind of upset," he added. "You know, you can't just walk away if you have a problem. We're both doing this mission thing -- or whatever it is -- together."
Approaching Zidane, the angsty Prince placed a hand onto the blonde's shoulder as a way to comfort him. He swallowed his own spit nervously before talking again.
"Uh...I guess...I'm sorry about what I said," apologised the ravenette.
"You know how it feels really good to stretch your muscles against something? Like, lean against a wall, or stretch back first thing after you get up. Well, think about it - tying up your wrists gives you something to stretch yourself against as much as you like... and your body is going to want to do that. Plus you're cute when you squirm," Zidane quipped back lightly.
"Ah, well, I'm not exactly use to being called a 'Princess', either."
Zidane couldn't help but offer a smirk at the 'Princess' remark. "Well, it was kinda too tempting to pass up - I couldn't resist. Besides, you were the one ordering me to help you out, right? Usually the Prince is the Fucker, not the Fuck-ee."
Rolling his eyes, Noctis grunted at that remark.
"And what do you mean by that - a Fuck-ee? I just want to try it sometime, you know?" Noctis snickered the last few words, and then he presented a simple smirk. He became a lot calmer than before, showing his more chilled out side now. "Even though I'm a Prince, sometimes...I just wanna...you know...I hate the responsibility. It feels like the whole world is watching me constantly, and I just wanna do something by myself for a change."
"Fuck-ee, y`know... the one being fucked? Giving or receiving? Pitching or catching?" Zidane looked for a couple of other cute euphemisms to express himself... but seeing Noctis relax himself did make him seem to become a little more casual himself. After all, a lot of his more energetic side had been a show to try to do just that, and at the admission about being a Prince... he brought his hand up to gently draw along Noctis's smooth cheek.
"... Hey. I get it better than you think. All those rules you have to follow. Someone telling you which of the 37 forks you're allowed to use. Can't do this. Can't do that. All the fake people around you. You just wanna be you. Though I'm not gonna stop watching you," Zidane teased lightly -- right before he felt those hands on him start pushing him back. His brow flared with surprise as he almost tripped, but remained standing inside the tent.
Hands on Zidane's shoulders, Noctis gently guided Zidane into the tent just behind him. He descended to his knees in front of the shorter male, albeit grey hues still stared up at the blonde's face. He moved a hand down to Zidane's crotch, brushing his fingers against that bulge.
"Can I give you a blowjob? Like, quit with the teasing...it just...feels weird. Don't tease me about it. It's just a blowjob."
"Well, if you insist, sure thing," the genome perked up. "But if you're gonna act like a Princess, I'm gonna treat you like one."
Then the raven-haired Prince dropped to his feet, and groped that impressive length through his jodhpurs. On his knees, Noctis could probably smell Zidane's aroused member, and also the minty body-wash Zidane used - he was remarkably clean. His furry tail moved to sweep around behind Noctis's head and slowly guide him closer to his crotch.
"Hey, seriously, don't feel like you have to do this, okay? That's a big step, teasing aside, and you don't owe me anything back for what I did."
The Prince gripped onto the zip of those jodhpurs, but he didn't move the zip just yet.
"If I act like a Princess? So, is this what a Princess does then?" Noctis checked, still smirking. "Well, I kinda do owe you something, I guess," he shrugged. "I feel like I do, anyway. I mean, I could just go off to sleep and forget all about this by the morning, but I'm not the type to just let you...you know...suffer without getting anything in return," which was exactly what a Princess would do. "It's kinda why I'd prefer to do anything sexual inside this tent, because, you know...I never know who's watching me do things."
Finally pulling that zip south, Noctis inhaled the blonde's scent, the musk became more potent after he exposed the erect length. A hand gripping Zidane's manhood, Noctis moved inward and gave the mushroom tip a little lick to see how it tasted. Salty, bitter. Hmm...and the shaft resembled his own greatly. The dark-haired Prince hugged his lips around the mushroom tip of the cock, he started this blowjob by taking in as many inches as he could into his warm mouth. His hot breath glazed the manhood, comforting it in a warm embrace. He closed his eyes and rested his free hand onto Zidane's outer thigh. He started to suck, moving his head inwards and then back repeatedly.
With awe, Zidane admired the enthusiasm. As the zipper came down, Noctis would be greeted with Zidane's shaft, blonde patch of hair above and a 9.5 inch shaft that drooled pre-cum in a single strand down into the boxers Noctis had just helped remove. A moment later and his lips were upon the shaft, and Zidane let out a particularly sweet upper octave moan as his eyes widened. The surprisingly wet, sloppy blowjob felt amazing, hot breath pulsing around his sensitive flesh. He resisted the urge to take control, at least, for the first couple of seconds, letting Noctis get a sense of how it felt to take a cock into his mouth.
"Y-Yeah... jeez... that's a good Princess," Zidane cooed out, but it wasn't a tease. Slowly, that prehensile tail began to curl around his neck like a collar while his hands settled down into his raven hair. "T-That's it... get a... good taste... but I'm still gonna kiss you afterwards," Zidane admitted with a grin as his tail began to gently apply some pressure to Noctis's throat, almost like a leash being pulled. "...Y-You're really good at this, you know that?
...F-Fuck, Noct..."
Noctis kept his eyes closed shut due to a little shyness he felt. Noctis was often seen as confident and calm, and yet, he was quite shy during anything sexual. Shy, sometimes overly emotional...but it really depended on the situation. His hand worked at the base while his warm mouth only pleasured about six inches of the cock itself. The salty and bitter taste faded after the first few sucks. His lips and tongue teased the veins of the shaft, stroking from tip to about half-way. But Noctis kept at his own pace and didn't really feel like deep-throating just yet.
Halting the blowjob for a moment, Noctis glanced up to Zidane.
"Good at this? You think so, really? I mean, this is my first blowjob," he reminded. "Pleased you like it."
"This won't be your last blowjob," Zidane promised. "I'll give you lots of experience, don't you worry."
Going back to hug his lips around the manhood, Noctis tried to take in another inch into his hot mouth, but then coughed. He went back to sucking half-way again, instead of taking in more than he could handle.
Eager by the sight, Zidane was more than happy to give Noctis his first experience with it, and he couldn't help but admire how dedicated the Prince was to his new craft. Still, it wasn't like Zidane to sit still for long, and already there were little hints that the thief was beginning to lose his control. Twitching, the tail collar tightening, only letting Noctis pull away an inch rather than completely backing off. Those hips began to roll back and forth, starting with just an inch of play in his mouth, then came two more inches, consistently testing those bounds.
With a grunt, Zidane began claiming little by little more of Noctis's mouth, but not taking full control away from him just yet. Perhaps he was pushing Noctis just a little past his comfort zone at this time as a fresh dollop of hot pre-cum dribbled right onto Noctis's tongue.
"Kinda... t-think you're enjoying this... just wait until I fuck you," purred the genome.
Testing his limits, Noctis gagged unattractively when Zidane pushed his hips forward, causing two more inches to slip right into Noctis's mouth. His eyes snapped open, tears formed in his eyes when the mushroom tip of the cock hit the peak of his throat. And the gagging was the horror any submissive boy-toy would have to go through. When those two inches went inside his mouth, Noctis bounced back on the cock and kept his stare fixed on Zidane's face.
He grumbled as his eyelids narrowed. He continued to suck, even have his tongue gently tease the mushroom tip every now and then, but Noctis kinda refused to go any further...yet, anyway.
Hearing Zidane speak of 'fucking' Noctis, the dark-haired Prince moved a hand south. He slipped this hand into his own pants, and, knowing that he needed to prep himself up for a 9.5 inch dick, he slipped one index finger into his tight ring of muscle. He was anally a virgin, which meant his ass was tight as fuck.
Really, Zidane was fine with the slower pace and giving Noctis a second to catch himself after he had accidentally pushed him into deep-throating. The genome's hand stroked through that black hair softly, encouraging him and yet also relaxing him. Those deep blue eyes were affectionate, with perhaps a hint of playful, meeting that stare once more. The tail around his throat tightened.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do this one blowjob right."
Using his tail like a leash, Zidane began to pull Noctis closer again, not letting him pull off and not letting him pull back. His breath became hot and ragged as he began to work his way to having the Prince's lips touch his crotch. When he finally accomplished what he wanted, Zidane started to get into it, pulling the Prince back only to push forward into him again, letting out an audible moan of pleasure.
"...S-Starting to get... close.. hah..."
Coughing, Noctis gripped Zidane's thigh tightly. Noctis squeezed his eyes shut when he endured the deep-throating, feeling the cock slip inside his tight throat repeatedly now. Sweat built up on his forehead, around his neck, and his face started to colour a deep reddish glow again. Gags could still be heard coming from the dark-haired male. A couple of tears swept down his pale cheeks automatically, especially when Noctis's lips started to kiss at those curly blonde pubic hairs.
His own cock hardened another time, revealing a tent rising through his dark pants once again. The one finger inside his butthole pushed in deep, and Noctis made the attempt to add in a second finger to try and stretch out his anus some more.
The tail around his neck never gave him a chance to pull back, or to push in for that matter, and all Noctis could do was endure the incoming rough face-fucking. He could very easily push Zidane away, but he chose not to. Instead, he gripped onto those jodhpurs, almost like he was going to tear the material. A very effeminate moan escaped his throat during this blowjob, and especially the fur collar.
Once it seemed like Noctis had gotten used to the way this was going to go and the soft red blush crossed his face - indicating he liked it - not to mention the rising tent in his pants. Zidane was completely unleashed by the sight, and especially with how close he was to climax. His tail tightened like a harness around Noctis's throat, and Zidane's motions began to be almost purely from the hip, drawing them back only to pound past the man's lips again. He worked from the purple engorged crown of his cock to the very base of his shaft, pounding Noctis's throat. Zidane felt those lips wiggle against his sensitive flesh and it was the most wondrous feeling - he wanted more.
All that was left was to pick up the pace. His hands gripped into Noctis's raven-coloured hair, and his athletic hips started to jackhammer into the Princes' mouth with a satisfying smack of flesh as his thighs formed an air pocket around his face that broke a moment later. It was enough that Zidane actually curled inwards over Noctis, clutching to him tighter and tighter. This was a response Noctis himself might know was a sign of how intense the pleasure was and how close he was to climaxing.
"G... getting close... hah... get ready... because you're gonna swallow," teased Zidane.
Noctis constantly gagged, feeling a reaching occur in his throat. The fingers in his anus automatically pulled out as Noctis gripped Zidane's shorts with both hands, pulling on the material. Noctis couldn't talk; he could only make noises and all kinds of humiliating sounds. His own cock jutted out of his trousers, giving Zidane the signal that he actually liked the face-fucking treatment. His own cock pulsated - six inches in length, and Noctis refused to touch it since he couldn't actually concentrate with his own fingering.
"Mmm...mm," he droned behind the cock.
His lips and mouth became tighter around the cock, putting more pressure on those pulsating veins. It wasn't like he could suck by himself, and the aid was rough. The grabbing on the jodhpurs was all Noctis could do at this point. What a struggle.
That set him off - the way that Noctis himself seemed to be enjoying the treatment. Pulling back to ensure he painted as much of the Prince's mouth and throat as he could. Noctis couldn't see the eruption of course, but as it turned out, Zidane's species was pretty damn virile. The thick coating of gelatinous sperm was far more than a normal human could produce, coming in big jets of seed that splattered and clung to the inside of his mouth with a residue he'd be tasting for some time. Ten massive jets of seed flooded every corner and tastebud, all before Zidane playfully pushed in once more with the intention of forcing some out onto the Prince's body like a backflow of cum. Panting one might have expected Zidane to at least slow down, but not only did he not soften, he didn't even seem to break his pace.
His tail released from Noctis's throat as his hands shifted to his shoulders, the genome was seeking to throw the Prince to the ground and to pounce atop him and pin him down. If Noctis looked really, really closely, some of Zidane's normally blonde hair was starting to grow a little pink glow.
The moment he had Noctis on the ground, his lips commanded an open mouthed kiss that he didn't give the Prince any say over, whether or not he'd finished swallowing the load of cum he'd just put there. Zidane's hands snaked down to the Prince's pants, and removed them and his boxers with a single pull like a magician removing a tablecloth.
"Not done with you yet, Princess," he sputtered with a half laugh.
Noctis merely exhaled: "Riiiiight."
Having been abruptly pushed onto his back, Noctis did keep watch of Zidane, and especially after the kiss. When Zidane pulled away, Noctis glanced down to his legs and noticed they were now bare. He glanced back up at Zidane and a worried expression dawned over his face at the trance transformation coming on. He swallowed the remaining of the sperm in his mouth, albeit he still felt some on his tongue. He raised a hand and wiped away any cum from his mouth and lips.
"Are you...okay?" Noctis cocked his head, raising a curious black brow at the sight. "Uh...right. I guess I excited you too much," he remarked. Of course, Noctis didn't know anything about Zidane's humanoid species or the guy's trance version. Noctis was from a world that was very much near to modern.
He laid there on the ground, hoisting his torso so that he was sitting up. Noctis's legs were wide open, exposing his six-inch penis. The Prince tore off his black shirt, now revealing a toned upper body, or what Gladiolus would describe as 'scrawny', His entire body appeared shaven, silky, and untouched.
"Wait, before anything happens, it's not painful...is it?"
When Noctis expressed concern, Zidane pressed a finger to his lips a moment.
"I fool around and I kid... sure, I get a bit over-eager... but I'm careful, too. I don't want to hurt you, but, depending on how tight you are down there it might not feel pleasant the first few seconds, even with lube. We're going to take the first couple thrusts really, really slow... and then when you warm up to it, we'll get faster. And if it's too much for you, you tell me to stop, okay? Don't try to tough it out, just say the words. Okay?"
"That's all I need to know," answered Noctis, "I kinda already knew you wouldn't hurt me, so I'm okay with it. Like, I'm sure it feels great."
"Good!"
The signs of the trance being ready were present. Hints of sparkling pink replaced the blonde on his hair, little bits of his skin. Maybe it was even just a trick of the light. The worried expression did catch Zidane's eye though and he seemed to give a warm, reassuring smile.
Fortunately for Noctis, Zidane didn't plan on taking him bare. Reaching into his pouch, he searched around for the potion vial he'd used on Noctis's wrists a short while ago, and began using it as a lubricant. A light shiver followed when the genome felt the chilly liquid coating his shaft. "Hoo, that's cold." His hand gave a quick run over the shaft to make sure it was thoroughly coated, and when it was, his hands flew to his own vest and white shirt to give them a quick tug over his head.
Zidane was fit, far, far more fit than Noctis. Lean and slender, but with toned, defined muscles and a visible athleticism, yet he was also hairless in most places. His pubic region was trimmed, and obviously his blonde tail had fur along it, but where he had skin - it was smooth and hairless. Furthermore, his skin was warm and silk soft.
Combing his fingers through those messy black locks, Noctis swallowed his own spit nervously. He glanced down to Zidane's erection - what he had just sucked. Of course, it wouldn't be as bad inside a vulva, but the other hole was a completely different story. And Noctis wouldn't be telling Zidane to stop once he feels the cock brushing up against his prostate.
Laying onto his back, Noctis had one hand behind his head as his other hand ventured south. Grey eyes kept watch of Zidane, watching his every move. The Prince slipped a finger inside his puckered hole when he watched him, trying to make sure it was wide enough.
"I'm still pretty tight," he grunted.
For as playful and as rough as Zidane had been in other parts of this encounter, and now, the genome was surprisingly gentle. His hands shifted to take hold of Noctis's thighs, helping to both support him and spread him while hopefully raising his ankles up over Zidane's shoulders. The imposing length certainly didn't seem like it should be able to fit up there, but Zidane was certain he could open up Noctis's tight hole. Slowly but surely, Zidane lined himself up until the engorged head of the cock was framed nicely by Noctis's puckered entrance. Not penetrating, just sitting inside the cavity.
"Take a deep breath and relax, okay?" Zidane spoke softly. "It'll be easier than if you try to clench."
"C-clench? Wouldn't that make it worse?" Noctis questioned. "Sounds a bit...wild...really."
"I told you not to clench, Princess."
Once Noctis's ankles were over his shoulders and Noctis seemed confident, Zidane ran his bare hands across that smooth chest and began to lean forward, both pushing Noctis's legs back over his body and slowly, slowly, sliding that lubricated cock into his puckered entrance. Letting out a soft gasp, Zidane inched his way down the corridor with remarkable restraint, giving Noctis's passage time to adapt to the sensation of each inch stretching his body a little bit more.
Noctis grunted when his hole started to open up. His face blushed a vivid crimson, Noctis squeezed his eyes shut for a moment - just during the push inside him. He did as he was told and took in a deep breath, only to hear the other part of Zidane's suggestion. A shiver trailed down his spine, Zidane's hands felt cold to the touch and Noctis shivered when his legs were pulled up. Noctis raised his torso, having a hand grip onto Zidane's shoulder.
With the hand that previously fingered himself, he touched his own shaft. Shyly, Noctis stroked his own manhood slowly, tugging onto it tightly. Grey eyes averted their gaze down towards his crotch, watching what was happening down there. He tried to avoid eye contact with Zidane, especially since Noctis didn't want him to see his face.
"J-Jeez you're tight," grunted the genome.
More than so, Zidane's fingers clenched a bit tighter to Noctis's skin as he felt that incredibly tight passage stroking around his shaft. It felt warm, welcoming, intense. Zidane had bedded a few guys before, but none of them were first timers. This was a little bit different, and as cavalier as Zidane could be about all of this, he wasn't going to risk hurting Noctis. That lubricated shaft continued to inch its way inside at a slow but steady pace, and a little wiggle of Zidane's hips at times to help stretch Noctis's hole for him. A healthy sheen of sweat had begun to form across the genome's body, and that pink sparkle still seemed to be present. Almost as if Zidane was holding something back.
When he saw Noctis moving to stroke himself, Zidane actually lifted a hand and playfully swatted Noctis's hand to the side. "Let's get you broken in first and then I'll take care of that problem, I promise!" Those blue eyes gave him a playful, playful wink.
Eventually, Zidane reached the bottom of Noctis's tunnel, the last few inches or so, when he realised he should be coming up to the prostate, Zidane paused before giving him a more forceful oomph to give it a decent tap and show him what it was all about.
"There... that's... hah... the hardest part done. That's the worst of it, now I'm going to sit up here and stare at your cute Princess body, Noct. Just tell me when you're ready for me to move. No rush. Just relax."
Noctis felt this electric shock pass through his body. The one swift hit against his prostate caused Noctis to grunt loudly, he glanced up at the pink genome with a look of surprise on his face. Noctis had both his hands planted firmly on the ground, and he never realised the trail of drool running down his bottom lip. The Prince gasped when it was hit, and he sat there shuddering. He still shuddered now.
"U-um, yeah, sure...I want more of it," answered Noctis before he swallowed his own spit nervously. completely shy and dense, Noctis glanced off to one side to continue avoiding the eye contact. "That felt kinda nice, and...especially when it went in really deep."
He wasn't exactly comfortable being naked around another guy, but that was only during the start of it. Oh boy, Zidane didn't even know what Noctis was going to end up doing later on. Noctis wound up coiling a leg around Zidane's smaller figure, keeping him close to his body. Even though Noctis refused the eye contact, his eyes still watched Zidane before him, just to the very corner. Taking in another deep breath, Noctis wiped away the sweat from his forehead. He stayed pretty quiet now.
Zidane paused for one more second to lean down to kiss Noctis as that leg coiled around him, but it was a different sort of kiss. It wasn't the commanding or playful kiss he had given him earlier, not one almost designed to tease; it was surprisingly soft and romantic, caring and compassionate. His lips pressed to the other male's, causing Noctis's thighs to flex back to his torso from Zidane leaning into him. Unable to resist the desire to be at least somewhat lewd, Zidane murmured into the kiss as he suckled that bit of drool into his mouth.
"Looks like some got away from you. I'll put it back."
With a gesture of his mouth, Zidane moved to share Noctis's saliva and his own to make the kiss fully wet and lewd, sealing his lips around the Prince. That slender, athletic thief's body began to draw back before slamming forward at the hips, a more forceful gesture that would produce the first sound of their mating - a sultry smack of sweaty hips on sweaty hips, and Zidane himself produced a moan directly into the Prince's throat. Once again the cock bottomed out inside of the Prince and hammered his prostate, except this time it was coming again, and again, and again.
His hand shifted to coil around Noctis's hardened shaft and gave firm, slow, and needy strokes, coiling his hand around the heated member and working it, even using his fingers to tease the underside as he murmured into he cock.
"C`mon, Noct, be my Princess..."
Noctis grumbled at being called some 'Princess' again.
"I-I'm not...not a Princess," he exhaled. Drool trickled down his lips, a blush stuck to his face, Noctis hid his mouth behind his hand as he groaned out to the constant thrusting in his butt. "Fuck..." Noctis grunted. "But it feels pretty good."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Noct. You make a g-great Princess. And I'm going to breed your boy pussy until you've got an heir to the throne." He gave a playful wink, and then he really started.
Noctis merely grumbled, but he decided to keep quiet for now.
Sweat built up beneath his armpits; on his forehead; down his back, and between the slit of his butt...he was sweating buckets right now. The Prince laid his torso back onto the ground, he kept his eyes closed as he simply endured the feeling. Both of his legs coiled around Zidane's waist, keeping him held close to the warmth of his own body. Well, sweaty as well. Noctis was no Prince when it came to sweat or smelling bad - he hated it - but he also didn't give a fuck about it. Either way, he was definitely going to have a bath or shower somewhere out in this woodland when it's all done.
Opening his eyes, Noctis glanced up at Zidane briefly, a hand trailed up his own torso as he idly played with a nipple. He didn't really want to admit it, but he kinda loved being called a Princess. His own cock already started to leak pearls of pre-cum, showing on the slick slit of the mushroom head.
Zidane, on the other hand, loved the scent. It wasn't that he liked smelling like a gym, but there was something about the aroma that was the hallmark of two people having a good time. The sign that their muscles were heating and working in tandem, the constant exertion and tensing of raw carnal pleasure. Zidane himself was starting to heat considerably and it showed rivulets of perspiration formed beneath his arms, behind his legs, dripping down his face and chest. He was more than happy to transfer that same warmth to Noctis.
The addition of that second leg coiled around him only sealed the fact he enjoyed what was going on as Zidane shifted the angle slightly, putting him into a proper mating press and hiking that bubble butt into the air. Of course, that meant Noctis's own cock was free to point back at him, something Zidane seemed aware of. That hand insistently stroked against Noctis's shaft as the angle shifted, almost demanding the Prince's orgasm from him.
Really, Zidane had just been warming up previously, but now that the angle was such that he could strike that prostate with every thrust, jackhammering would be the only way to sum it up. That lubricated cock impaled Noctis's ass and pounded his prostate with every thrust.
"So tight, Princess."
Noctis's groans could be heard escaping his throat, one after the other. But Noctis grumbled, the bitch boy shot a glare towards Zidane. Grey eyes turned a tint of crimson, becoming as red as his face. He snarled, showing his teeth in the process.
"Come on, Princess," encouraged Zidane. "Will you cum for me? Tell me you like it?"
"Huh? I told you not to call me that!" Noctis spat. "I ain't a damn Princess, you got that?!"
"Oh?"
At the sight, Zidane couldn't help but laugh playfully when Noctis glared at him so forcefully, but the eye colour change didn't escape his notice.
Despite being in the air right now, Noctis struggled to get up. But he did eventually, a blue glow enclosed Noctis's figure as the Prince then warped. Blue sparkles?
Wait. Where did Noctis go?
Truly amazed, Zidane toppled forward with a surprised expression as Noctis disappeared from underneath him, leaving a hot, throbbing cock exposed to the elements drooling pre-cum onto the tent.
"Huh?"
But then, Noctis appeared on top of Zidane, and he abruptly pushed Zidane onto his back. Noctis sat on top of the small blonde, soon slipping the erect nine-inch cock back into his ass. Zidane felt Noctis's weight come down surprisingly hard on him, throwing him to the floor of the tent. Even the thief didn't have the reflexes to get out of something like that so quickly. If Noctis wanted to try a different position, that was fine by Zidane, regardless. He remained still until Noctis had begun to move, and placed his hand around that throbbing cock once more to begin pumping.
Beginning to bounce on his groin, Noctis didn't even care if Zidane was watching his face at this point. He panted, still glowing a crimson colour on his face. Hands pressed down onto Zidane's chest while his ass was too busy grinding. His own manhood was untouched, erect, with a little pre-cum dripping onto Zidane's abdomen.
"Soon enough...I'll make you shut it..." Noctis threatened, completely in bitch mode now.
"You got two things wrong... hnnh... you're not a Princess... you're my Princess." Zidane groaned as he began to reach out, setting his free hand on Noctis's thigh to hold him steady. When suddenly, Zidane slammed his hips up as hard as he could, spiking the whole cock up into Noctis when he wasn't expecting it.
"And being on top doesn't make you not a Princess, Princess."
Noctis grumbled again.
Abruptly, Noctis placed a hand onto Zidane's mouth in the meantime. This hand wasn't forcing Zidane to be quiet, and the genome was free to pull it away whenever he wished. Well, Noctis didn't see it that way, that's for sure.
"Just...stop with the name-calling...stop with the teasing. I ain't a damn Princess..." Noctis pleaded, just seconds before a very effeminate groan escaped his lips. "Uh...please..."
The needy Prince proceeded to slam his hips down onto the cock, squatting each bounce. Not on purpose, he slipped a few fingers into Zidane's mouth. Noctis looked down to Zidane's chest, squeezed his eyes shut, as his ass continued to grind. The level of sweat became worse, as droplets trickled down his body. His skin was hot to the touch, scorching. His free hand brushed away the sweep fringe that was practically stuck to his forehead. Looking up to the ceiling of the tent, Noctis moaned out and bit onto his bottom lip...hard.
"Even if it's your Princess, I'm still not a Princess..." Noctis tried to remind.
Several ropes of semen shot out of Noctis's pulsating cock, covering Zidane's chest and neck. A river of hot, sticky cum.
Oh look, Noctis being lewd! Zidane decided to nip the hand playfully when Noctis put it over his mouth, but it probably still served its point as Zidane breathed hot and heavy into the flesh. He was coming close to his own climax himself. From the sounds of the muffled moans, it was going to be dramatic. Even as he felt Noctis's sticky cum splurt over his body in a thick river, Zidane just basked in the sexual energy like a Genome Succubus. When those fingers were slipped into his mouth, the tailed thief suckled on them in the most lewd, suggestive, hot manner and bathed them in saliva, licking them clean. He closed his lips for an audible and loud slurp of the kind that would turn heads in a restaurant.
"Mmnph! MMNPH! MmnnnpH!!!!"
Noctis could feel the hot eruption of seed that took place in his body. The hot jet spraying into his now broken in asshole several inches, clinging to his walls and leaving that hot filled feeling inside of him. It was at that point, though, that Zidane closed his blue eyes.
And opened his red ones, popping Noctis's fingers from his mouth. "Time for the royal treatment!" Zidane squealed excitedly.
The pink sparkle that had been building on his body caused the thief to shift. His hair became longer with a ponytail in the back, and both his hair and his tail shifted to the colour of shock pink. Actual fur formed over his wrists, ankles, and around his waist, as well as covering his nipples - sort of like a half werewolf - but it somehow highlighted how pink and beautiful his body was.
And strong, it turned out.
Zidane, driven wild, gripped Noctis and proceeded to suddenly flip him, slamming him back onto the floor of the tent without a moments hesitation or without even a second of refractory period. The brutal pace that followed seemed almost supernatural, his hands now seeking to pin Noctis to the ground as he bred his asshole.
"Then I'll make you a Princess!" Zidane grinned, showing this new side of himself. "Gonna make you scream it for the world."
"Again?"
Noctis grumbled when he was practically laid on the ground again. The Prince gripped two fistfuls of pink fur, pulling on them now. It was probably best if his arms were tied up, and probably have a gag in his mouth to prevent him from talking - but that would never stop the constant whining and moping.
"Make me a Princess? In your dreams," he remarked with the same scowl painted on his blushing face. "I don't even want to think about what you have in mind for this 'royal treatment.'"
Of course, being a virgin, Noctis had never heard of fancy terms such as that, but he could sense it meant something really dirty. The spoiled Princess continued to grumble, even when the cock continued to fuck him madly. He never liked the fact his position changed either. But his hands gripped onto the fur, his legs coiled around the genome's waist once again. Noctis could feel a certain wetness on his butt, and this feeling caused Noctis to cringe. The ground felt cold against his back, and it felt weird with the dripping sweat down his back as well. Like, the icky kind of weird.
Flinging his head back into the ground, Noctis squealed when his swollen prostate was hit repeatedly. The raven-haired male avoided eye contact as well, turning his head while he moaned out in pleasure.
"I....think...I think I'm gonna cum again," he groaned out, a quiver in his voice. "Damn..."
Trance Zidane was a different beast entirely.
Normal Zidane was energetic, bubbly, playful, but could easily be dampened or restrained if need be. He was considerate, and much more romantic. Trance Zidane on the other hand was much more carnal and forceful - like if someone ramped Zidane's hormones up to eleven. Which made sense, given everything Zidane was intended to do after all. When those hands broke free to grab onto his hips, Zidane actually shifted to force them back to the ground and pin his knuckles against the floor of the tent.
"Nuh-uh. This time you're staying right where you are, Princess."
"Ugh..."
The sounds in the tent were absolutely carnal, Zidane's groaning form did nothing to drown out the audible smacking of hips as his relentless thrusts plunged that massive cock into Noctis's ass with every thrust. Even his tail got in on the action, with his hands pinning Noctis's, his tail switched to coil around the cock and began rolling up and down eagerly like a third hand.
"... Cum on... cum for me, Princess," cooed Zidane.
Zidane hoisted him up, keeping his own cock pointed squarely at himself this time. "...Let's see it. Don't hold back on me now. CUM!" Zidane howled out as he SLAMMED his cock all the way inside Noctis, and a second eruption of cum followed that backsplurted around Zidane's cock, inflating the confined space. And yet, just as before, that cock began to move and thrust once again. "Told you! Gonna breed your boy pussy."
Noctis let out a squeal.
"What? Boy pussy? You've gotta be kidding me," grumbled Noctis. "You're just making this shit up as you go along now, aren't you?"
Trying to move his hands up, Noctis grunted when he felt Zidane's unusually strong hands hold him back from doing so. This kept his hands pinned down to the ground, and Noctis couldn't even move his fingers. The raven-haired screamed when he couldn't move his hands, and his eyes widened in shock at the feeling of being over-powered. Grey eyes that turned crimson stared down to his own hands, and Noctis merely gulped at the sight.
"Just let go of me, okay?" Noctis commanded like a sissy bitch, struggling to move at all. "I order you to let go of me now, Zidane..."
"Nope! I know you're enjoying this, Princess."
With that furry tail that stroked his manhood over and over, Noctis flung his head back another time as he let out a high-pitched squeal that most likely anyone outside could hear. Once again, but a smaller amount this time, a few ropes of white sticky semen splattered all over his own chest. He could feel his body shake, quiver to this second orgasm. Tears built up in his eyes, sweeping down his cheeks. If anything, his tight ring of muscle was most likely a shade of red now...or purple...it felt pretty 'overused' already.
There was a certain amount of angst - as long as Noctis was enjoying it, Zidane was going to keep going until Noctis begged for more. The high-pitched squeals were something that was absolutely music to Zidane's ears. Even during the previous times, he hadn't managed to get Noctis to squeal, and yet here he was, his body begging for more even if his lips insisted on being a spoiled brat. Zidane hiked him up further to the point his asshole was practically up vertically in the air - too much further and Zidane would be forcing him to stare at his own cock, which he had no intention of doing yet.
Instead, with the weight and leverage, Zidane shifted his grip, moving to pin both of Noctis's hands just above his head by holding them at the wrists, leaving one hand free. Meanwhile, it gave Noctis a perfect pose to see just how hard and fast Zidane's cock was slamming into his well used boy pussy, and the cum splurting out of it as he forced, not to mention the audible squelch.
SMACK.
Zidane's hand came down on Noctis's ass. Hard. Hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Not lettin` go. You told me to help you experience this. Well, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make you my Princess." Zidane no longer seemed kidding about the Princess remarks. It had been humorous before...
...But now, Zidane actually seemed intent on following through on it.
Noctis yelped when he was lifted yet again, and definitely at the smack on his butt. Noctis continued on blushing, keeping a watchful stare on the many trails of cum that slid up his body. Not only Zidane's cum, but his own as well. Some trails were white, going into clear, and reached up to Noctis's chest and neck. The Prince swallowed his own spit at the sight of a mad Zidane.
Noctis felt a bit thankful now that his hands were locked above his head, considering the cool air could get to his armpits now. The pose felt a little awkward, however, and would probably make Noctis's neck ache after a while.
Either way, to signal that Noctis loved this, his legs were still clinging around Zidane's strong waist.
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Call me...whatever you want then," he added. Noctis knew he was going to regret saying that, but the title 'Princess' became just a word to him at this point. "Just...keep going...I can feel another orgasm coming..."
Again, Noctis refused the eye contact by turning his head, he squeezed his eyes shut. His body continued to sweat, continued to quiver, and his thighs trembled at a third wave of pleasure approaching. It didn't come yet, however, but his third orgasm was very close. He panted, whimpering into his upper arm. The squealing came to a halt for the time being, but Noctis's voice still filled the atmosphere.
"Maybe...touch me some more...you know...my penis," he asked Zidane, actually asking this rather than ordering. "Like, use your tail again...please."
At this point, Zidane was utterly insatiable. It seemed that whatever happened to him ramped up his sex drive to eleven. From Noctis's perspective, his vision would be the sign of Zidane's thick, hard cock spearing into his freshly converted boy pussy again and again with such force that his balls flattened against his ass cheeks every time he came down. His left hand was reserved for holding the Prince's hands above his head, pinning him to the ground at an awkward angle so his cock went straight down like a drill bit, but the rest of him was flat, forced to watch. His left hand began to give sharp, rhythmic spanks to Noctis's ass.
SPANK.
"You look so good covered in spunk and sweat, Princess!"
"H-huh?"
SMACK.
"We'll get you some cute clothes, maybe a nice short skirt," teased Zidane.
SMACK.
His blonde tail was actually still around Noctis's shaft, it had never left but this time it incessantly stroked up and down, insisting, commanding the Prince's next orgasm. Zidane was already drawing close himself. Both the sight of his Prince slut and the intense sensation of his cock being worshipped by that tight ass was pushing him over the edge.
Noctis arched his black eyebrows in a worried fashion. The ravenette kept his stare fixed on Zidane's face, his lips quivering as his panting became constant. His body rocked backwards and forth in rhythm with the hard thrusts, and Noctis was certain that at this point there were probably grazes across his upper back. He cocked his head to one side when he heard Zidane's suggestions, and these words merely caused the Prince to whine and wriggle his limbs. And even amidst the three spanks, Noctis's body flinched...but it still wriggled annoyingly.
"Huh? A short skirt? Please tell me you're joking..." Noctis groaned, his voice sounding shaky. "I mean...you don't have any of that right now, do you? Nothing stashed away in this tent?"
"Me? Tucked away? Nope! We'd get you a fresh pair," teased Zidane. The genome seemed rather into it, partly because he could see the subtle signs that Noctis was enjoying it.
"F-fuck off with that idea," gasped the ravenette. "I'm not gonna wear a shitty skirt..."
Still avoiding eye contact, Noctis grumbled as he thought about the subject some more. A skirt - on him - really? A skirt on his petite, scrawny body? Hmm...but Noctis thought about it. But no, that was the hormones talking...and Noctis was certain Zidane was only saying this stuff just because he was super in heat right now.
"You really think I'd look good in a skirt - really? But it'll just get you off."
"Thieves honour!" Zidane forced out with a panted voice. "A nice black pleated skirt would look amazing on you."
"Right," voiced the Prince with a chuckle in his throat "It'd take a lot for you to make me wear drag outside."
"Hmm, would it though?"
"H-huh?"
Usually Noctis was sarcastic and playful at times - when he felt comfortable - and this personality of his started to show now.
Swallowing his own spit nervously, Noctis squeezed his eyes shut when a stream of white began to trail down the side of his hard cock. The Prince whimpered at the feel of a third orgasm approaching, and even though it felt weaker than the previous two, this third wave of pleasure still caused his body to quiver. Flinging his head back, Noctis groaned weakly. His voice sounded weak, no longer sharp - quite possibly due to how much noise he's been making so far.
His legs loosened around Zidane's waist, beginning to ache. Noctis still kept his eyes closed, no longer looking at Zidane.
By some fluke of trance, Zidane's hips kept crashing into the Princess, flattening his hot, sweaty balls against that hot ass again and again, absolutely rutting Noctis's tunnel. The smacking did stop though, shifting instead to begin kneading Noctis's own sack after his third climax. His entire body started to tremble as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching, even with that next climax building rapidly.
"H...hoo boy. M... might wanna hold on... I... I'm... It's gonna.... WOO."
By all rights, Zidane's third eruption should have been small after the snap two he'd pulled on Noctis earlier.
It wasn't.
The eruption that followed inside of Noctis's ass was nothing short of legendary. That throbbing shaft suddenly left a thick, thick coating of male sperm inside of Noctis's ass that pumped inside of him in ten forceful, thick jets that made the previous ones seem small. Not only did it leave hot male fluid seeping deeper into his body all thanks to that body angle, but it was enough to backflow around Zidane's cock to leave a ring of creamy white bubbling back out and drooling down Zidane's flesh and Noctis's ass crack.
And then...
Zidane started to thrust again, and his hand began pumping at the Prince's cock. Not even asking if he was ready to go again. Zidane was just assuming.
The Prince's eyes rolled into the back of his head at this orgasm, fluttering his eyes back open instantly when this wave of pleasure became more noticeable. His body felt numb for a few fleeting seconds, and when the orgasm faded away, the Prince started to feel tired. His body was covered in layers of sweat, dribbling down various areas of his naked body. His pale skin glistened inside this tent, with only a smudge of light piercing through parts of the curtains. Drool escaped his mouth, trailing down his bottom lip and eventually onto his bare chest.
When Noctis loosened his legs around Zidane's waist, Noctis bent his legs backward and now rested his legs onto Zidane's shoulders. His legs still trembled, they felt sticky. Heck, the slit of his ass felt pretty sticky as well. Even during Noctis's quieter self now, the groans that escaped his mouth became frequent again when Zidane started to thrust again. A series of moans hit the roof of the tent again, and even Noctis's shitty little complaints.
"Ugh, aren't you...like...sore yet? I'm feeling kinda grim here," he grumbled.
At first, Zidane didn't respond as he was too busy building up to a more intense pace. With Noctis's legs now shifted up to his shoulders, Zidane was free to hike him well and truly up, putting him into a proper mating press. Every thrust of that cock into his inner sanctum meant another audible, lewd squelch of Zidane's fresh cum forced to almost splurt out around it, clearly threatening to stuff his tunnel with even more of the hot, foreign liquid that clung to his silk soft passage and oozed through his system. It would probably be so alien that Noctis could likely tell just how deep it was running, exciting a new nerve as it worked it's way inside.
That pounding tail continued to stroke alongside the kneading of his sweaty sack, demanding a forth orgasm from the Prince. With Noctis in the mating press, there probably wouldn't be much else for his cock to point at but his own face.
"Me? Sore? Naaah!" Zidane chimed with a grin. "Don't worry. This'll end after about five or six more times. Promise... it's... hah...only gone on more than that... well... not like it hasn't happened," he confessed sheepishly.
Noctis personally didn't feel the cum splurt inside him, but rather, Noctis could feel a certain swimming far up inside his ass. Well, at least Noctis couldn't actually get pregnant and carry children. The sperm travelled far inside him, so much that Noctis could feel shudders trailing up his spine when the sperm entered certain areas. Regardless, this never stood in the way when his prostate kept on being brushed up against by that thick, demanding cock. Noctis's bottom lip started to bleed, merely specks of blood appearing due to him constantly biting his bottom lip. Not to mention his lips appeared white, chapped after moaning so much.
"Maybe...could you let go of my wrists? My arms are feeling kinda achy. We should probably change our position, too, and especially if you wanna go at this for half the night."
"Yeah, sure."
His hand meanwhile did let go of Noctis's wrists, but only to replace his tail around Noctis's cock. That hand now kept the shaft pointed with a grin, and allowed him to stroke with more purpose and intent.
With Noctis's own cock facing his face, droplets of cum splattered his own face. Grumbling, Noctis glanced away and avoided the eye contact again. His face still flushed beat red, and not due to embarrassment now. With one leg resting on Zidane's shoulder, his other leg moved a little more backwards and he pressed his boot in between Zidane's shoulder and chest. Whimpers slipped his mouth, hot breath glazed the air. His own cock started to feel sore after three rounds of cumming, and yet Noctis could feel a forth orgasm coming on its way. His butt felt pretty sore, too.
Once Zidane had found the right depth and angle to hit that prostate - something he could tell by the way Noctis's facial expression changed and his body tensed - he knew he had the Prince where he wanted him. Zidane didn't vary his thrusts - not yet - nor did he let go of the Prince. Instead, he doubled down and began to pound into that spot again and again, hitting it consistently with the head of his cock slamming against his form. Zidane's hands gripped to his wrists for just a moment, seeking to more or less break the Prince. He did however pick up the speed, resulting in a sultry sloppy pounding.
"Position though? N-Not yet. Just found the sweet spot!" Zidane cooed out.
While Noctis's wrists were free - most likely temporarily - Noctis moved a hand down and scratched at the ground, hurting his nails in the process. But that was nothing unusual, Noctis was always hurting something on himself. His other hand, however, gripped onto Zidane's wrist and felt the movement of Zidane pumping his little bitch cock. Noctis gasped, laying his head backward on the ground as needy moans continued to fill the atmosphere of the tent. The Prince was moaning more frequently now, no longer hiding behind an angsty facade.
"My neck," he gasped "It's kinda hurting."
Trickles of white sperm continued to leak from Noctis's cock, dripping onto his own chest and his face. If anything, Zidane created one hell of a mess out of the little Prince. To think, at the start of their meet, Noctis was just a ball of angst sitting on the log, and now he appeared to be a cocksleeve in the tent. Trails of sperm trickled from the mushroom tip of his manhood, and out came a few spurts of sticky fluid triggered by this forth orgasm.
"Is it possible for a guy to cum so much, Zidane?" Noctis asked with the same shaky voice. "It's kinda hurting for me...y-you know..."
One leg eventually fell from Zidane's shoulder, only to coil around the blonde's waist again, keeping him close. His tongue stuck out of his mouth as he moaned out, and this was a rather effeminate moan - sharp and quivery. But of course, the Prince still avoided eye contact.
"Come on, Princess. Show me your face," teased Zidane. "I wanna see that pretty Princess face covered in your own spunk."
- x -
After their little fuck fest, the Princess decided to sleep outside anyway, all whilst Zidane had the entire tent to himself.
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Princess Noct - Zidane x Noctis