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As One	By : mayofish Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 1225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIV or its characters. I will make no money off of my midget porn.

Chapter List
- 1-As One
- 2-Payback
- 3-Even
- 4-Together
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And now it's all before you

Hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms

-Skulls by Bastille

The days passed as if nothing had happened and Papalymo was grateful for that. He did, however, find it easier to concentrate than before but he wouldn't dare thank Yda aloud. His face still flustered whenever he thought about it — or whenever he saw her without her visor or bandanna. He still saw her as a nuisance, but he also saw her as a woman . A woman who had much more experience than he would have ever thought. Bird-brained, but definitely not naive.
He also found that they seemed to be closer — especially when battling enraged treants and Ixal. Overall, he guessed she was right: he didn't pay close enough attention to his own needs. But he sure wouldn't be caught dead with his cock in his hand again. He would save that for alone time and hot baths.
Weeks passed and they found themselves mostly camped outside. This night was no different. They were closer to the Sylphs than any humanoid settlements. It had been a good day of taking aetheric readings but now Papalymo found himself stirring a pot of stew while Yda laid on her stomach next to him, staring into the flames. The sun had set just a few moments ago and they had set up camp before that. Now, they were just waiting for their dinner to be done.
Yda had be strangely silent since they had set up camp but Papalymo was not going to complain.
“It should be done soon, Yda,” he said, taking a small taste from the spoon. “About another—”
“Do you remember what I said before?”
“Do you remember how I said interrupting me is rude?” He snapped back.
She sighed, “Okay, yes, I'm sorry. But! Do you remember?”
He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, “Remember what?”
She huffed, sitting up, “What I said! When we were in the inn and you know ,” she winked but he couldn't see it because of her visor.
“What? No! We are not talking about this!” His face started to turn red.
“You owe me!”
“No.”
Yda pouted and stood up, stretching, “ Fine . I will take care of it myself!” She stomped over and threw herself onto her sleeping cots. Papalymo sighed and turned his attention back to the stew. He had every intention of ignoring her, but he couldn't help but chance a glance when he heard clothing rustling.
She had pushed her visor up, but kept her bandanna on, albiet a bit disheveled. Her arm was thrown across her eyes and her other hand was pushed into her pants. Her knees were up preventing any real view of her hand's movement. Papalymo couldn't believe how bold she was.
He quickly turned back to the stew so it wouldn't burn.
She was quiet at first but then her voice started to increase. He tried to ignore her but when he sneaked another look at her, her legs were spread and her hips rolling slightly. He felt himself grow hard.
She was moaning, obviously trying to keep her voice down but how did she ever get away with this before? He remembered her long baths and trips to the river that he always gave her a hard time about and suddenly it all made sense. The few times he had called out to make sure she was okay and she just stammered something about a spider.
There was never a spider. Yda wasn't scared of spiders. Yda was scared of cheap beer and expensive dresses.
He looked back at the fire and ran his hand over his face. Could he really just leave her alone over there after she had helped him? Isn't that what friends are for? To help each other? Certainly not normal friends in this context maybe, but when had Papalymo and Yda ever been normal ?
He glanced one final look at the stew and then stood up. He approached her slowly and at first just watched her from a distance, his breath caught in his throat. Then, he knelt down next to her. He grabbed her wrist and tugged it from her pants.
“Papalymo!” She gasped.
“Just tell me what to do...” he mumbled.
He had been with women before but this was all so different. He was just going to help her, nothing more. Her face was flustered slightly and she chuckled. Without any words, she squirmed out of her pants. Panting, she guided his hand between her legs. He knew what to do from there.
Papalymo bit his lip as he found her wet opening and without any hesitation, he pushed two fingers inside of her. She arched into his hand and grabbed his arm to steady herself. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it slowly. She let out a loud, unhindered moan. He swallowed hard and then bent down to replace his thumb with his tongue. She shuddered. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it while adding another finger.
Based on how long all of her baths were, Papalymo knew that she wasn't going to be easy to please.
He kept his pace steady, paying close attention to her sounds and how she shuddered as he learned just how to move his tongue and when to add teeth. He thrust his own hips just slightly so he could feel the rough fabric of his pants against his erection.
But he didn't want it to be just like she was doing it herself, he wanted to be better.
And the thing that Papalymo had that Yda didn't?
He pulled his head back, nipping at her inner thigh and pushed thumb back to her clit. She whined. She had been close and her legs quivered. She was panting, gripping onto him.
“D-don't stop,” He met her eyes steadily and then allowed the magic to flow from his hands. “What are you—”
There was a shock of ice against her clit first and she yelped, but then, almost instantly, it was replaced with a burning hot. Yda threw her head back and came gushing into his hand. Her whole body convulsed and she nearly screamed.
He sat back and while she was calming down he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. He glanced back at the fire and the black smoke raising from the stew pot.
“I think it's bread again for dinner.”
She sat up, “But I'm really hungry now!” Yda whined.
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