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Final Fantasy XIV The Young Boy's Tale	By : RedDragonMistress Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 86 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arden slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell on a familiar ceiling, his room at the Drowning Wench back in Limsa Lominsa. Just how long had he been asleep…?
His memories returned with surprising clarity. The village of Swiftperch under siege, pirates allied with the Sahagin tribe, a long battle to protect the people from being kidnapped. And the masked man in black, who tried to kill him with a gargoyle…
That was when she appeared. It wasn’t their first meeting at all, but even as just an acquaintance, the woman called Y’shtola came to Arden’s rescue in his time of need. Even though the gargoyle was simple to deal with, the man in black - the Ascian - used powerful magic that the boy could barely withstand without the miqo’te’s help. He would even go so far as to say that he owed her his life…
Looking down at himself, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that his injuries appeared to be fully healed. His armor and equipment rested on the floor off to the side of the room, out of the way so as not to get underfoot. Dressed only in a long-sleeved tunic and breeches, he rose to his feet and allowed himself a stretch that felt good to his senses. He was so preoccupied by it in fact that he hardly noticed the door to his room opening behind him…
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Y’shtola Rhul walked purposefully along the inn hallway, a light smile on her dusky skinned face. Her green eyes glimmered slightly as she considered recent events and allowed memories to flow through her intelligent mind. So much had occurred in recent days that it was initially quite difficult to organize her thoughts. Yet one thing remained absolutely irrefutable.
Young Arden was making waves that were impossible to ignore.
Their first meeting had been a significant one. Preoccupied by her investigations of a specific cave, she barely had time to react to the surprise appearance of an enraged goobbue. Thankfully, a lone adventurer managed to take it down rather easily - a surprising feat given the size and ferocity of such a creature.
To learn that the adventurer was actually a young Hyur boy of a mere eight years? Well… shocking would be an understatement.
Arden intrigued Y’shtola to no end. How was he so incredibly skilled with an axe that many would struggle to lift on their own? What drove him to become an adventurer? And his fainting spells… too coincidental. The Echo, perhaps? She would need to reach out to Minfilia and ascertain her opinion on the matter. If he truly possessed such power…
Y’shtola stopped herself from entertaining such thoughts just as she reached the door to Arden’s room, shaking her head to clear it. There was no sense in bringing a child to the Scions to fight their battles. The fact that he was an adventurer at all was an anomaly. Someone his age… shouldn’t be risking his life for anyone. No one so young should have such a daunting responsibility.
Taking a deep breath, the conjurer opened the door to find the boy on his feet and stretching his arms and legs. As though he hadn’t just risked his life against an ancient enemy, she thought ruefully.
“Finally awake, I see,” said Y’shtola with a kind smile. “Any longer and I might have started to worry.”
“Thank you for bringing me back, Miss Shtola,” replied Arden with a polite bow towards his benefactor. “And for your help against that guy. I dunno if I would have done it without you.”
Miss… Shtola? She blinked, unable to find it anything other than endearing.
“I was… in the area, really. There is no need to thank me.” She couldn’t admit to him that she had been watching him from afar. It would be too embarrassing. “But never mind that. How are you feeling? You took quite a beating, even with my assistance.”
“I’m… fine. A little stiff, maybe, but I can push through it—“ Arden began, but stopped speaking as the conjurer held up a hand.
“Forcing yourself through such things is inadvisable.” Y’shtola’s voice was firm and brooked no argument. “Take it from a professional healer. Rest is what you need right now.”
“But I—“ Arden started to protest, but winced slightly at his savior’s reprimanding expression. “…okay. I’ll rest…” he mumbled with a pout, folding his arms over his chest.
“Good boy. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.” Y’shtola approached and took him by the hand. “Come now, I’ve prepared a bath for you. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
“Huh? A bath?” Arden blinked in confusion at the prospect.
“Yes, dear. A bath.” Y’shtola smirked knowingly. “How long has it been since you’ve taken one, hm? And don’t lie. I’ll know~”
Arden looked down at his bare feet and mumbled to himself, causing the conjurer to smirk more broadly.
“That alone says enough,” she said, leading the boy out of the room and into the hallway. “I’ve drawn one for you already, nice and hot. I’ll do all the work, so just relax and enjoy it.”
“That…” Arden stammered, his cheeks growing red as he considered what was about to happen. “It’s fine, Miss Shtola! I can… w-wash myself—“
“After so long without a bath?” she retorted, glancing back at him with a look of doubt. “I’m not entirely sure you remember how to wash yourself. So you had best pay attention.”
Arden winced, unable to reply.
“See? I know what boys are like. They hate baths.”
“That’s not really true.” Arden blushed again, looking down as he strode behind her with his hand linked by hers. “I just… forget, that’s all…”
Y’shtola glanced back at the boy, catching a pained look in his downcast eyes. Perhaps there was something more to his forgetfulness than he was willing to share…
“Well, don’t worry about it,” she said a bit more kindly. “I don’t mind helping you, really.”
“Why?” asked the lad, looking back up at her. “You don’t really know me…”
That much was indeed true. Why would she go so far? It wasn’t like they had interacted much since they first met… Even she herself had to ponder why exactly she was so enthusiastic about the whole thing.
“Well… you saved my life, didn’t you?” she answered with a smile. “Tis only natural to repay such kindness.”
“I guess so…” Arden conceded, though with some hesitance. “I didn’t do it for any reward though…”
A small painful pang entered Y’shtola’s heart. “…I know. Perhaps I should say instead that I’m doing this because I wish to. So let us leave it at that.”
The boy nodded, growing silent as the pair reached a slightly open door at the end of the hallway. Pushing it open, Y’shtola led Arden into a clean room with a tub full of steaming water in the center. Towels and washcloths lay folded on the nearby tables, along with baskets full of fragrant soap and bottles full of cleansing alchemical mixtures. Arden stared in wonder at how the bathroom was decorated, intrigued by everything his eyes could see.
“Alright then,” said Y’shtola, turning to the boy, her words making him regain his focus. “Go on and strip down, and then get in the tub for me.”
“Uh… right now?” asked Arden, his blush slowly returning to his cheeks.
“Of course,” replied the conjurer with another playful smirk. “I won’t be seeing anything I haven’t seen before. Anatomy is a cornerstone of a healer’s training, you see.”
“An… natomy?” repeated the boy, confused.
“I’ll tell you later,” answered Y’shtola with an amused expression. “Go on, get undressed. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. As I said, just consider this your reward for saving me from that goobbue.”
Answering with a gentle nod, Arden began taking off his clothes in front of the miqo’te, and she immediately let out a gasp of horror as her gaze fell upon his pale skin. Many scars marred his otherwise youthful body, ranging from sword cuts to arrow punctures, wolf bites to magic burns, and everything in between. His arms, his torso, his legs… every part of him carried at least one reminder of the trials he faced and overcame. Some seemed recent, while others appeared years old, in particular one nasty looking burn scar on his right forearm.
“This…” Y’shtola breathed in a hushed voice, reaching out a shaking hand toward him. “Where did you…”
Arden glanced down at his arm for a moment before looking back at his new friend. “It’s my first scar ever. I got it when I was at Carno.”
“Car… what?” Y’shtola blinked. “I’ve never heard of such a place. Is it in Eorzea?”
“Yeah,” replied the boy as he slipped out of his breeches, followed by his small clothes. “It was five years ago… when the…” He paused briefly before moving toward the bathtub. “When… the dragon came…”
Y’shtola’s heart skipped a beat, her emerald eyes widening even as she watched the young lad set foot in the tub. “You… were there? At Carteneau? But… what of your parents…”
“Mum and dad are gone,” said the boy matter of factly, wincing a little as he sank into the hot water. “It’s just me now. But I’ll be okay. I’m a strong adventurer.”
“You…” Y’shtola felt her eyes begin to water as her heart ached for the young boy before her. She slowly stepped toward the tub, her hands still shaking as she processed the information she had just heard. No… this was wrong. This was all wrong. He was strong, certainly, but his attitude… Push through the pain? Be a strong person? Handle your troubles alone? No one should go through such things, least of all an eight year old boy.
Her gaze grew dark as she knelt down next to the tub, picking up the soap and washcloth she had prepared in advance. She dipped them both in the water and started to lather up the cloth, then proceeded to calmly scrub Arden’s back. Her eyes continued to drift over the visible scars lightly peppering his skin, the ache in her heart intensifying.
“That… feels nice…” Arden let out a soft groan as the miqo’te ran the sudsy cloth over his upper back and shoulders. Y’shtola didn’t answer, her mind reeling with ideas and possibilities that only she could grasp at the moment. Yet the more she thought, the more she realized that she too had her own choice to make - one that would impact her world in a significant way.
Y’shtola felt her body move automatically as she reached for some shampoo, running the liquid through the boy’s hair as her brain struggled with emotions she believed she would never experience. She swore to herself before that she would focus entirely on her research. Yet something about the young warrior drew her attention in ways no other person ever had before. Not even the Echo should affect someone so profoundly. It was almost as if…
No, such a thing was impossible. Y’shtola shook her head as she rinsed the boy’s hair clean. She knew quite well that her mind still belonged to her, that there was no possible reason that someone like Arden could temper someone. He was a person, not a Primal…
“…Stand up, darling.” Y’shtola spoke in a hushed whisper so that only Arden could hear her. “We need to wash your lower body now,” she added tactfully.
“Um… I don’t mind doing it myself if…” Arden began, turning to look at the miqo’te, but she simply flashed him a kind smile.
“I said before that it’s no secret what you look like down there,” she reiterated, her eyes sparkling. “There is no need to be so nervous. I promise I will be gentle.”
The boy slowly nodded and rose to his feet, turning around and letting Y’shtola get a look at his fully nude body. Her mouth hung open slightly as she noticed that he was the size of any normal boy his age, his little dick more or less of average measurement. And yet somehow she had begun getting ideas… Taboo and inappropriate.
The conjurer cursed inwardly as she looked away from the boy’s pelvis. This was foolish! Why was she behaving like a flustered school girl from the Studium?! It was unprecedented—
“Are you okay, Shtola?” the boy asked, his voice full of worry to the point that it brought her back to her senses.
“Ah… my apologies,” she said, running her forearm over her brow as she struggled to maintain her composure. “I’m quite alright. Thank you, my dear. Now… let’s finish cleaning you up.”
Y’shtola ran the soapy washcloth over the boy’s thighs, reaching around to scrub both front and back of them. Her eyes continued to drift toward the small member hanging in front of her, unable to stop herself from breathing upon it, her mouth agape.
Why…? Why do I want to just…
She reached around and began to scrub the boy’s penis, her fingertips gentle and soft as she made sure to wash it thoroughly. Arden shivered above her, a soft moan escaping from his throat as the conjurer massaged his little balls, caressed his modest shaft, and felt it begin to grow erect in her hands.
“Shtola…?” mewled Arden uncertainly, his eyes closed as he struggled to come to terms with such new sensations. “I… I feel kinda funny…”
“Oh… Oh dear…” Y’shtola made sure to sound worried as she spoke, dousing the washcloth so that she could rinse the boy clean. “This is terrible. I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”
“Huh?” Arden blinked his eyes open, staring down at the miqo’te who held his penis in her hands. “What’s wrong? Am I still hurt?”
“Oh, no, no. Nothing like that, darling,” replied Y’shtola, idly stroking the warrior’s hardening organ, trying her best to appear worried. “You just have a very bad case of… of…” Very rarely was she at a loss for words, but this was a special case. “A bad case of ‘cuddle deficiency’!”
“Oh no..!” Arden looked worried for a split second before cocking his head to the side. “What’s… da-fish-in-sea?”
Y’shtola couldn’t help but giggle. “It just means you have a very bad case of not being cuddled for a long time. That’s what this means.” She continued to stroke his youthful dick, feeling it stiffen more in her gentle grip. “The harder it gets, the more you need to be cuddled to get it back to normal. Sometimes if it’s really bad, it even begins to leak~”
“Oh.” Arden stared at the miqo’te in admiration. “I didn’t know about that stuff. You must be really smart, Shtola!”
The conjurer couldn’t help but blush at the compliment, as well as the boy’s trusting innocence. “Yes, well… I do dabble in a bit of study from time to time.” She shook her head slowly, lightly coughing to herself. “Ahem. Anyway, I think that does it for the bath. Let’s get you dried off so we can deal with this cuddle deficiency of yours, shall we?”
“Okay!” Arden carefully got out of the tub, Y’shtola moving close to wrap a towel around him. “Good boy. Let’s get back to your room… I’ll be extra certain to take good care of you~”
The pair collected Arden’s clothes and made their way back to his chambers, the boy drying himself off with Y’shtola’s assistance. Of course, she made sure to keep his ‘proof of deficiency’ standing firmly at attention, her right hand gently stroking him so he didn’t go flacid.
What in the seven hells am I doing?! I… I really want this… I shouldn’t, but it’s like a craving, a desperate thirst in a dry desert! I can’t hold myself back any more!!
“Darling,” cooed Y’shtola as she gently took the towel away from the boy. “I first need to show you the best treatment for cuddle deficiency. It’s a form of advanced snuggling known as ‘sex’.”
“Sex?” Arden looked curiously up at the miqo’te before a look of dawning comprehension showed on his face. “Oh, like how animals do on farms and stuff? I didn’t know that was like cuddling.”
“Oh… well, that makes things rather easy,” Y’shtola giggled a little, guiding Arden to his bed and directing him to have a seat. “But yes, people do the same thing with those they deeply care about. The more the two people care for each other, the more meaningful the cuddles become. Does that make sense, dear?”
“I think so,” said Arden with a nod. “Does that mean you… really like me, Shtola?”
“I really, really like you, darling,” cooed the miqo’te with a wide grin. “What about you? Do you like me too?”
“Uh huh!” replied the boy with a bright smile. “You’re really pretty, and smart, and good at magic! I wish I could be more like you…”
“Oh, dear…” She fanned herself on reflex, her face warm and red with the intensity of her blush. “Such a charmer…” Such a dangerous young man…! “But aye, since we both like each other in such a strong way, we can have sex. But keep in mind that both people have to agree that they want to do those kinds of cuddles, or it’s bad. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Shtola!” Arden nodded firmly. “Normal cuddles are okay, but advanced cuddles need both people to say yes to it.”
“Good boy~” Y’shtola began to undress at that point, stripping herself of her puffy white tunic and blue breeches. She felt pleased with herself as the boy stared in awe at her curvy body, her dusky skin already covered in a sheen of sweat, her inner thighs glistening with trails of her leaking honey. “Now… do you want to cuddle with me, darling?”
“Yes, I do,” said Arden with an excited expression. “And.. you want to with me… too?”
“Sooooo badly,” replied the conjurer, padding toward him with bare feet before crawling into bed beside him, lying down on her back and spreading her legs apart. “See this, dear? This is what girls have rather than boys like you. This is what make us different~”
“Wow…” Arden crawled forward and took a closer look at the miqo’te’s glistening pussy. “It’s really wet… Is that a good thing?”
“A very good thing,” answered Y’shtola with a smile. “The wetter it is, the better the cuddles. Now, for this kind of advanced cuddling, you need to put your peepee in there…” She gazed at the boy with heavy lidded eyes, licking her lips to moisten them. “Do you think you can do that for me, darling…? Please…?”
Arden caught the intense desire in Y’shtola’s husky voice, and took on a look of determination. “I can. Don’t worry, I’ll help you too.”
“Oh…” He must think I’m deficient as well. Not that it’s untrue at this point. Y’shtola smiled in relief as he approached her, spreading her legs wider as he positioned his small hips next to her larger ones. “That’s it… A little lower. Good boy… Now push your hips forward… Gently…”
Arden placed both of his small hands on Y’shtola’s smooth thighs as he pushed his hips forward per her instructions. She could feel his small boydick penetrating her, the curve of his shaft pressing against her folds. Letting out a lustful moan, she arched her back as twinges of raw pleasure coursed through her body, her labia parting slightly as a light squirt of feminine honey splashed upon the boy’s pelvis.
Oh gods… Did I just… From mere penetration…
“Are you okay, Shtola?”
The miqo’te glanced up at Arden, who gazed at her once more with concern. She felt the flush of her cheeks, the sweat rolling down her naked form, her breath coming in heavy gasps. But she smiled.
“I’ve… never been better…” cooed Y’shtola with a soft purr, reaching out to place her hands on the boy’s shoulders and lightly pull him forward so that he rested his small head upon her bosom. “Now… we cuddle like this…” She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles and pressing them against his butt. “And all you need to is move your hips back and forth…”
“Okay… umm…” Arden looked up at her with a curious expression, though his cheeks were also flushed. “…is it supposed to be this hot and slippery?”
“Oh, definitely,” murmured Y’shtola with a sultry grin. “The more wet it is, the more fun the cuddles become. Now… let’s continue, my darling~”
Arden nodded and began to rock his hips against Y’shtola, causing her to cry out in blissful relief as her legs tightened reflexively around him. He began to slow down with a worried look, but she pushed his face down into her cleavage with both arms around his back, her nails digging into his bare shoulders.
“D-don’t worry about me! Keep going!” cried Y’shtola, unable to keep her voice down any longer. “Gods, this feels amazing! Harder, darling, please!”
She could see the visible relief in the boy’s expression at her words, and he began to put forth even more effort. Loud slaps echoed through the room as the boy rammed his little boycock into the miqo’te’s drooling pussy, eliciting even louder moans from her as she bit her lip to try and stifle them. They’ll hear…! They’re going to hear…! Oh gods, I can’t come back from this!!
The slaps soon grew wetter as Y’shtola leaked her feminine juices, even feeling warmth against her velvety inner walls where the boy’s youthful organ reached. Precum oozed out and began to churn and froth with her sweet honey, and she could feel their combined fluids bubble up and leak out from between them, coating their pelvises and thought as it splashed down onto the bedcovers.
We… we are becoming one…! thought Y’shtola, her eyes rolling back into her head as another pleasurable twinge shot through her spine. I… I can’t… live without this boy any longer…! I need to stay near him…! Keep him close! Bear his—
As the last thought crossed her mind, a surge of orgasmic bliss rang out through her naked form, convulsing even as she clung to the young boy in desperation. In the haze of her intense climax, she heard Arden crying out before a huge wave of heat flooded her very core. She dug her nails into his back as she arched her spine, her lolling out of her gaping mouth as she shuddered and spasmed beneath the boy, who had seemed to stop his thrusting for some reason.
Did he… inside me…? Is that why… Y’shtola’s thoughts bounced around in her pleasure-addled brain, unable to form cohesive ideas. The pair of them collapsed in a heap on the bed, gasping and panting as sweat soaked them both to the bone. Y’shtola could feel hot, virile liquid flowing all the way to her womb, so much of it that it leaked out of her in a dripping, drooling mess. She looked down at Arden, who took deep breaths as he nuzzled against her soft breasts, her nipples erect from the prolonged climax she had just experienced.
“I think…” whispered Arden in a tired voice, “…I really like these kinds of cuddles…” Slowly, dazedly, the boy leaned over and took one of those thick teats into his little mouth and began to suckle it, gently at first, but more deeply as the seconds passed.
“Mmm… Me too, darling…” Y’shtola gave the lad a tired smile, keeping her arms around his shoulders. With a murmured chant, she healed the deep scratches she had accidentally dug into his back, not wishing to add further scars to his collection.
Yes… cuddling isn’t so bad, is it? Especially when you’re with someone you care about…
The two of them nodded off to sleep, content in basking in their mutual warmth.
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Is everything alright, Y’shtola? You’re normally rather punctual with your reports. Did something happen?
“In a manner of speaking. I’ll tell you more when I get there, but suffice it to say that things have become rather exciting.”
Oh? Are you certain you cannot explain more now?
“Quite certain. It’s a rather sensitive subject, you see. One I’m sure you will understand requires the utmost secrecy.”
When you put it that way, I cannot help but feel excited as well! I will look forward to your visit, then, my dear friend! Minfilia out.
Y’shtola turned off her linkpearl with a heavy sigh. She honestly wanted nothing more than to stay with Arden, to teach him more about those advanced cuddling techniques… but they both agreed that they had other things they needed to do first.
Although… thought Y’shtola with a knowing grin, there may be another way to teach the lad, and help build his connections besides. Yes, such a hero needed recognition, after all.
Before returning to the Waking Sands, it was time to pay the Admiral a visit.
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