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The Mind of a King	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy VI Views: 328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edgar Figaro, age 28, was going to lose his sanity. He did not realize that he could be.. well, for lack of a more dignified word.. horny. He's been carnal in lust for flesh lately. All this talk about and anticipation towards it... How can he not become stark raving mad?! The smooth feel of skin beneath his grasp, the light taste of Locke between his lips. The man could turn one cannibal through permitted nibbling. His handsome face framed by that exotic peppered hair of brown with grey and white teases. Edgar had secretly thought Locke had the hair of a wild hare in their youth. He always touched it, as if on a scavenger hunt for the other colored strands. Locke also smelled nice. There was always an underlying whiff of soil to him. As if his treasure hunting life was forever etched into him, no matter the amount of baths and perfumes.
Locke Cole is a euphoria to the senses.
Alas, his euphoria is absent. Locke was always there, just about. In their many years together as a couple - - fling years included - - there were fewer days without Locke than with him. He's maybe missed his lover for a year, before his presence returned to him with a strange young woman he'd rescued from Narshe. Terra Bradford.
That length of absence was monumental; however, it was doable because he was under so much grief of the loss of his entire family, brother included, then there was heavy training to be successor, on top of alliances with the Empire. Dealing with Kefka Palazzo always buzzing something in his ear. Who had time to miss sex? He did miss Locke, though; and, thankfully, they'd written each other through the time apart. From time-to-time Locke did stop by, he too was in the midsts of much by joining up with the Returners in attempt to help bring down the Empire, he was also searching for cures and treasures. They just understandably had not much time for each other.
But after coming back together, they have never been closer. Which is why he came out to his court and citizens. It's why he is eternally married to Locke Cole. It's why he's battling erections in his short absence. All this dialogue and burning implication of sex. He's currently seated across from his candidate Sidonie Roussel, they're having tea. The lovely aroma of the drink is drifting between them, along with her perfume.
Edgar can't deny the beauty of women, nor can he resist flirting; despite his chosen bearer being delightful company, he does not desire her. Tonight was going to be interesting, because despite not wanting her in his bed in such a way, he can't deny his hunger. He promised Locke he would do the young woman a kindness by not embarrassing her. He will keep his word. He even asked that his maid tie up his hair.
"Your Majesty," Sidonie caught his attention. "I would like to ask that I be given some leniency. I've never had relations before," she lowered her green eyes. "I don't want to spoil the mood with my inadequacy." She smiled softly. "I'm very surprised I was selected, I didn't think I'd make top ten, much less be chosen."
Edgar smiled handsomely at her. "Out of everyone, you surely were the most compatible with me."
She looked up at that comment. Surely he was joking? She's shy, inexperienced, and a brunette. She thought certainly a blonde would be selected.
"It's the truth. You're calm and level-headed. Out of everyone, you weren't giggly or trying to seduce me..." He exuded a warmth in his tone to let her know he's not just giving her a line. "You are a respectable, understanding woman. You accept the situation without implicating you presume there will be more."
She blushed. She's never had such personal compliments before, especially from someone she's only known by title and a few appearances. They are, in truth, strangers under an unusual contract. By the end of this lavish meal, she and King Figaro will be intimate. Sidonie has never eaten anything so slowly in her life.
Edgar wasn't trying to rush his meal but neither was he trying to inhale it. He wants to get it over with, he wants to get it done perfectly the first go, so that he can tell Locke all is done and he can return home to him. But, his carnal need also wanted to do it for satiation. He is embarrassingly showing, and could not be more relieved that he's worn a casual tunic today that's long enough to cover his eagerness.
"Please, don't be uncomfortable." Edgar requested. "I will do my best not to embarrass you, or make you feel on display." He added. "It's my first time too, you know. We are on equal footing."
Her eyes met his at that admission. She thought that a man of his reputation has been with women, but ultimately decided on his consort, his Highness Cole. With a court nod, she resumed her meal. The confession did make her feel better. It was just what she needed to hear. She just hoped she could be allowed time to prepare. She bathed earlier at home. But, it would be nice to do it again, just in case.
"Have you ever wanted children?"
"Oh, yes, I adore children." She replied quickly. "I was never able to be with anyone longer than a month or three. They deemed me too dull beside my friends." Sidonie chuckled. "Perhaps I should have avoided coming out in pairs."
"Men don't know what they want in the long run, only in the moment." Edgar nodded. "You'll find someone."
She hoped he was right. Although, there was the matter of the stipulations of this project as an heir bearer. She would have to live in the castle to be with their child. Was it indefinite? "Your Majesty, I have a question."
"Please, call me Edgar. We're going to be rather close in a matter of minutes."
Her blush returned to a full bright berry red. "It's about the contract... For how long am I to live in the castle, once the heir is born?"
"I honestly presumed indefinitely... However, seeing as you would like to date, and likely have a family of your own at some point.. Perhaps we can negotiate that part." He sees the door open at the far end of the room, just a crack, but enough to be noticed. "Shall we wrap this up?"
She nodded. Wiping her mouth, she went to stand but Edgar waved her back down. He walked to her side and pulled out her seat for her. "Malady."
"Thank you."
The Chancellor stepped into the room and waved to Edgar in wish to speak with him. The king excused himself to go and speak to him.
"I trust everything is going well?" He asked once Edgar was at his side.
"Yes, we were just about to depart for the chamber."
Edgar made it perfectly clear that he was not going to be doing the deed in his chambers. That was a violation too far. Nevermind the whole of it. Some things had to remain sacred and intact. It was fine by the court. The location did not matter.
"Now, she's got a bath prepared; I have everything ready for you as well,"
"Please don't talk as if you'll be there to instruct us." His brows rose. His right hand could not be serious.
"Well, I do have more practice in the field than you, your Majesty."
"I think I can figure it out." He retorted, failing to leave out his repulse.
"But, insofar as making children..."
"Oh, yes, that.. Well, I suppose you would know." Edgar nodded. "And, how are Anne and the kids?"
The Chancellor waved away the comment. "You know she and I have not been blessed with children yet, we..." He paused upon hearing his words. "I see your point, sire, excuse my forwardness. It's just very exciting."
Edgar chuckled. It may be exciting for his court, but frankly, he's sick of the ordeal. He hoped Locke was having a better time than he is.
On the Falcon
Locke is bent over Setzer's back, his hand entangled in the gambler's waves of hair as he tugged when gripped by a particularly good slide during a pleased clench of the passage. The pilot does love his pain. Locke nipped at an earlobe from over Setzer's shoulder, flesh and metal from his earrings met his taste buds delightfully. For Setzer to be straight, the man's body could really give a blowjob; and when he raised his knee to rest upon the pool table, it was all over for Locke's senses as he slipped in just a hair deeper.
So far he's taken his friend over the roulette table, in the tub, and now over the pool table. Where next the bed?! Was that a rabid step too far? It felt that much. So he'd fore sure exclude it in sexual location. There was little chance of a romp in a cavern, not with the pilot's claustrophobia. Locke moaned hearing Setzer groan. He loved his Albrook accent begging him to do more, go faster, pull harder. He never knew he could like being a biter.
"Locke? Hello?" Setzer waved a glass of wine under his nose. "I would be all be all for a game of pool. No need for the mental exhaustion of daydreams." He set the drink down onto the coffee table once his companion blinked.
"Huh?"
"Pool? You want to play?" He asked then drank from his own glass of white lavender.
Embarrassed that he had been staring so intensely, he joined his friend back in reality. He was unravelling. It was because of Edgar. He had no idea how sexually he could get until easy access was on a backed-up. 'For Goddesses sake, the man is straight.. Entirely, who knows, but either way, he's a friend, and expressed a firm rejection to my suggestion of a revenge fuck.'
"We'll leave out stakes and just play for fun."
"No, it's fine. I wasn't thinking about pool."
"Edgar, then?"
"It has been a day since he's made his choice... They're probably.. ya know."
"Having frequent rolls in the sheets." He said very nonchalantly.
Locke grimaced. He hadn't even taken frequency into the matter. Nightly. Understandable. But frequently? He felt ill. "Setzer, how 'bout we do it? Not to spite Ed', but just to do it. I really mean it."
"And I really meant it with my rejection." Came the reply readily. "Now, if you and Edgar were more open than sure. I'd toss you right to your knees, but.. The man is in a very awkward position due to his certainty for you. He'll not forget this love trial."
"Right."
"Plus, if he ever finds out, he'll skin me and have my ship set to auto-pilot to serve as an example of what happens to people who touch the King's consort." He waved his hand. "Pass."
"He can know, if I ask him."
"My word, you are losing it. It won't be for much longer; you and Edgar will reunite." He downed the rest of his wine. "Come on, let's distract ourselves."
"Thought it was a pass?" Locke finally acknowledged his drink, taking a few gulps before setting down an empty glass.
"I meant we trade. We can go to Nikeah and trade our cave spoils for something lovely, like a painting."
Locke looked disinterested. "I like keeping what I find. Why would I want a painting?"
"Why would I want an old cannonball, pen, or unearthed expensive waistcoat? I'd rather indulge in art."
"We can go, but I'll just look around."
"That's the spirit."
"I'm going to ask him,"
Setzer only replied with an exasperated smirk; he left the room for the cockpit.
At Figaro castle.
Sidonie, fingers in a nervous battle, entered the chamber after being bathed and dressed. More new experiences. In her whole poor life, she's never had a maid to bathe her, brush her hair, and chat her up about her life. Her girlfriends and she aren't poor, they enjoy a nice modest life. So this was all very unique. Not bad. Just not comfortable. Even with just the maid her voice shook.
Everyone was saying: "Don't worry. The King is a gentleman" or "You'll do fine, just leave it to our king." They don't know the pressure of it all.
She didn't either. The doors parted, and there he stood in wait for her. All 6'2", 169 pounds of him, compared to her 5'4", 104, she'll be devoured by structure class alone. Both of them stood before each other in dressing gowns. He took her hands and sat on the bed, instructing her down to do the same.
"Don't worry, we're both afraid." Edgar said sweetly. "Let's explore together."
Those were the most beautiful words ever strung together in Sidonie's entire days spent at the castle.
It started with touches. She has never even seen a man's privates, so to be this close.. to touch it as though it rightly belonged to her was heady. Her breath hitched when his thumb brushed her nipple before his hand cupped her breast. Just his palm rolling it about so lazily was sending sparks into her chest and torso, and lower... she dared a kiss to his collarbone, then again. He kissed her cheek then lower to the top of her shoulder then neck.
"Shall we?" He asked, once all the timid exploring came to an end.
It was as done as a nod. Sidonie was laid down, and shown what a man and woman do in the bedroom. Every rock, moan, grip, suck, and... Her breaths became frantic when he finally got in. A want to stop the sudden head rush mixed with a dire need to beg for more brought her body weak and over the edge. She dared to embrace him, her arms and legs wrapped around him. He did it all, and he did it so well.. except, there was no kissing. Not to the lips. An intimacy saved only for the consort. She understood. It did not hurt.
The thing that hurt was the newness. The wanting more. The knowing it would be a while before she can have it with her own beloved. But for now, incredibly, this was perfect bliss. He moved inside her body in ways she's obviously never felt. It was strangely powerful to be made to feel this good by something so simple as connecting. The dare she took by moving her hips brought her so close to the edge, but her moving sped up his thrusts. His breath on her ear was permant. It was good it was a keep, each sound he produced was better than the last. But the thing that did her in was a single lick of her nipple.
And she lay spent after bursting. Wanting for the next time, and the next of this splendid rush until the deed was done.
"You were wonderful." Edgar whispered to her, his face buried in the bedding a bit before he moved. "I'll take my leave; see you after breakfast."
She nodded. Oh what he has done to her...
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