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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
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that creates the wonderfully sculpted world of Final Fantasy VI. I do not own nor took part in the character creation. I make not one cent from this story, it's just for fun. And possibly a review from my kind readers.

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When Locke and Setzer departed The Falcon they had expected to part ways with one another, but for some unspoken reason they stayed together when cruising the various stalls around Nikeah. They browsed over various clothing materials and weaponry, even cookware. Setzer was especially passionate about the fine jewelry a man pedaled. The gems set in the white gold were exquisite. He hoped that he could trade a ruby he'd found in the cave for at least one. He had no intention of spending any of his own gold, but merely what he'd dug up and decided to trade.
Locke on the other hand simply was looking. He didn't and still does not want to trade any of his finds. If anything, he should open a brief stall to sell it. If he needed the money, that is.
"This looks nice." Setzer showed his friend the item.
Locke admired the make of the tiny statue, but he was not interested in buying it. Not even as a gift. He doesn't know where Figaro would keep a tiny statue of a dog. The eyes are beautiful. The treasure hunter found himself going back to it after he and his friend went past the spices. Setzer bought a lot from the man; so much for his not wanting to spend any money out of pocket. They smelled wonderful, earthy and some hot. He bought a few.
Setzer grabbed a cologne with a trade of a minor gem. He then bought a rug. Locke was just about to ask that they go, when he was accosted by a hand to his lower back giving him a shove.
He spun ready to give the person a broken hand for pickpocketing of just being outright rude, when he saw it was a friend.
"Realm?" He was baffled by her appearance, nevermind the rough greeting from the otherwise nonchalant young girl. "What are you doing here? Is your grandfather around?" He looked about the crowd for the elderly man.
"Don't get all chummy with me," she spat vehemently. "You rat!"
"Rat? What did I do?" Really, he was miffed. He hasn't seen Realm in nearly a year. How could he possibly have pissed the girl off? Unless someone was going around telling lies about him.
"Edgar was asking for ladies, and you just left me out of it! I should have been the first one called as a candidate." She crossed her arms.
Locke blanched. "You're eleven."
"I'm mature for my age!" She pointed a finger. "Don't count me out. And even if I can't do the job right away, we could have practiced until it was possible."
Locke was officially going to be sick. Realm clearly has no scruples in regards to moral and age. Edgar would never consider a minor as a sexual partner. He wouldn't even entertain the idea as a joke. She had to know that.
"Realm, I'm not nor will I ever pimp you out to anyone." The treasure hunter declared. "Hang it up. And besides, Edgar wouldn't choose you."
"Because he knows me? He doesn't know me that well." She crossed her arms and pouted. "What's a girl gotta do to get noticed around here?"
"I'd lose the girl." Setzer teased.
Turning her attention to the gambler, she smiled in as seductive a manner as she could muster. "Hey, Setzer," she cooed. "It's been a while."
"It has. But not long enough to make whatever is going through your mind happen." He held a bag out to her. "Nut?"
Grouchy at the insult upon her age, yet again, she took a handful of the offer. "What are you guys doing here? Are you going on a trip?"
"Not exactly." Locke chuckled out of a bit of wilt. "I'm avoiding the castle with a little hunting venture."
"That badlands." Setzer said before wandering away.
"We came here to trade what we found, or he did, I just came to look."
"Oh." She fell into step with the treasure hunter.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for a ship. Someone hired me in Miranda, so I'm gonna paint a portrait."
"How's Strago?"
"That fossil still manages to get up in the morning, I don't know how he does it." She shook her head, her brown chop swished about in the gesture. "Have you found any good treasures?"
"Yeah. Diggers are too scared to go out there, so it's a gold mine." He smiled at her. "I'll send you a comb."
"Nice." She beamed. There isn't a girl alive that doesn't love fine things. "I'm still mad at you."
"OK. But go easy on me, you really must know that he wouldn't have picked you."
Sgd shrugged. "Look!" She points. "That vendor sells my art sometimes."
Realm led the way to a stand that has paintings of various sizes. Locke nodded to the vendor before the man began cheerfully conversing with the young girl. By the way they're chatting, the treasure hunter figured they've known each other for a while now. He wondered, but let it go. He couldn't let himself believe that Realm would hit on anyone or that anyone would take the amorous girl up on it. Besides, this burly dwarf is no looker, and likely wasn't even in his younger years.
"Say, fella, you wanna buy something?" The vendor asked. "Miss Arrowny is the finest talent around here. I'm lucky she hasn't ditched me for real coins at the auctioneers."
"They only want stuff he finds," Affirmed the talented artist, pointing to Locke with her thumb. "Not modern stuff."
"You'll be big someday," the man replied. "Just remember ol' Lucas when you are."
"I will." Realm winked. "I'll paint one of the most beautiful maiden in the area."
"You've never seen my wife." The man either knew what the young girl was implying or teasing back that she got it wrong because he sees his wife as the most beautiful.
"Fine. If you want the second most," the artist jokes. "Come on, Locke, they have Doma apples over here. Buy me one."
"Buy you? Buy me one, I don't have much money."
They head for the stall. "How is that possible? Edgar doesn't give you an allowance?"
"He could, but he doesn't need to."
"Really? Then how do you make money?"
"I work as a cartographer."
"A what?"
He explained to her what his part-time job was, while buying her an apple to split with him. She blushed watching him pull it in half with his bare hands.
"Y'know," she bit into the fruit. "You could have joined Edgar and me making a baby. Then the kid could be a part of the both of you." Her smile was as lecherous as she could muster.
The vendor raised his eyebrows high enough to have them join in with his hair. He gave Locke such a look, daring him to tell the girl he'd comply with the offering. To him, Locke must look like the one who'd initiated the flirting because minors don't just know or speak in such ways without something having put it there.
Locke shook his head. "Can you please refrain from kidding like that around people?" He mumbled and walked away with Realm in tow.
"But it's true, though. Think about it." She lowered her voice. "You, Ed, and the vessel, me."
It was all Locke could do to keep from pawing at poor Setzer. His mind is too focused on sex these days. The last thing he needs is to be bombarded with orgies.
"I'm not a stranger to you, I knew about Miss Rachel."
"Realm, don't bring up Rachel."
"Sorry. But, I know you go both ways… even a little bit."
"Discussion over." He spots Setzer in the crowd talking to someone. "It was great running into you. But, I have to go. Do you need a lift to Miranda? I'm sure Setzer wouldn't mind."
"Hmm?" Cocking her head. "Naah, I like taking the ships; the sailors are really nice to me." She laughed merrily when Locke groaned.
It was fun to tease him. The sailors are nice but they don't hit on her or get inappropriate. And she never hits on anyone who she doesn't just like as a person. As far as offers being taken up, it would be something for the books if it ever came to pass, but she doesn't expect anyone to take her seriously. And that's fine.
"Are you sure?"
"Yup." She nods. "Have fun with your boy's trip."
"I am." He waved goodbye.
Locke wandered for a bit more, keeping an eye on his ride as he did so. Then he met up with him when Setzer was done talking to the person who grabbed his attention so thoroughly.
"Ahh, Locke, ready to depart?" The gambler asked when seeing him approach.
"Yeah. Are you?" He looked in the direction the person his friend was speaking to was headed.
"I am." He nodded to where Locke was looking. "There's a new opera opening tonight. Care to see it?"
"Sure."
"Perfect." He turned to head to the ship. "It'll be a great way to end our trip."
'A perfect end would be to release this sexual frustration.' Which is now involving Edgar, Setzer, and himself. Thanks a lot Realm.
At Figaro castle.
The king was through with his bath; he was informed by a maid that his courtesan was ready as well. Once she joined him, the coupling began. And it was different each time. He was simply supposed to share a bed with her. But the bed became a wall, the wall was then a chair - that was incredible, and after the chair they simply stood in the middle of the room. He held onto her hips then lifted her into his arms and just let her move as she pleased.
He's never kissed a person's private area. With a man he simply puts it in his mouth and sucks. With a woman there was a whole nother world to explore. He could tell what worked and what didn't by Sidonie's gasps or silence. But the coupling always ended of course with straightforward intercourse as the purpose of this was not pleasure, but duty. He hoped Locke could forgive him his curiosities before the usual played out.
Sidonie, the dear, was too embarrassed to give oral anything. She was getting better with her hands though, to raise him up so that he didn't have to do it on his own each time. She had tried but blushed and shied away.
Edgar found it cute. Not the accidental nip, but that she tried. He truly had picked the right woman as his courtesan. She will be a wonderful kind mother to the heir.
Sidonie removed her robe and climbed onto the bed with him. Her embarrassment never seemed to diminish despite it being their seventh time together. She mounted Edgar's growth then leaned forward to tuck herself away into his shoulder.
They, despite the various exploring, do not kiss. It was his one rule. A rule he is sticking with for Locke. Thinking of Locke; he received a letter from his beloved. He smiled while reading it. He told him that he was going mad with lust. He wanted release and not alone. He jokingly begged for permission by signature that he could bed Setzer if the urges became too strong.
Edgar wasn't sure if Locke was serious or not, so he simply did not sign it. If Locke was serious, he would have to give it some consideration. He is his, after all. He does not want to share him with anyone. But, he can understand the situation that Locke does not wish to share either. But he must. So, after a day and half of thought on the matter, he signed the reply that Locke could have sex with Setzer, if the urges became too much for him.
The situation was actually pretty comical. Setzer must be near to throwing Locke overboard, if his lustful lover has actually proposed his thoughts to the pilot.
Edgar moaned when his length became fully erect, and Sidonie's movement picked up over it. The sounds of sex always got to Edgar the most. It's such a delightful sound. That's why solo is such a tough sell as a good way to pass time when desire strikes. So, yes, he could give permission to Locke in regards to simply gratification with Setzer. He rolled them over when she moaned low in his ear, and he drained his energy through pace before he drained himself into her.
"So soon?" She breathed when feeling him harden again before he even slipped away.
What could he say? Thinking about Locke having sex got him excited.
On The Falcon.
The treasure hunter reached out for a carrier that flew over to the airship before it took off. He read the letter it was carrying then grinned with triumph. He made his way over to the pilot, who looked at him with a quirked brow as to why Locke had such a smug grin on his face.
"Good news?" Setzer asked. "The pregnancy has taken?"
"What?" He shook his head. "No, it says he's going to get the news of that sometime today." He handed Setzer the letter.
"I, King Edgar, R. Figaro, do hereby allow Locke Cole to have intercourse with Setzer Gabbiani." Setzer blinked. "Are you joking?"
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Commentary: Thank you for reading. This will be done... probably the next chapter.
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