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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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Sidonie Roussel lowered her legs and sat up on the examination table. It was hard to read the doctor's thoughts. His face was stone as he removed the gloves from his hands and set them onto a small table with wheels. The nurse was a different story. Her face said it before her pink painted lips.
"Miss Roussel, congratulations. You are now an expecting mother." She held her hands.
"That's incredible. How far along?"
The living stone doctor spoke. "At least four days."
She suddenly blushed. Four days ago was very vivid in her memories. All of the encounters were. But that day was especially memorable. They had been on the chaise. She was seated on his Majesty's lap, reversed; she was not bent over completely but simply had her arms outstretched to rest her hands on the raised part of the seat. Instead of holding her at the waist he held her breast.
He had removed her sanity that afternoon. It was breathtaking.
And each time so luxurious. All of it without one kiss. She could fill a bookshelf row on emotions alone from that strange sensuality. She hoped whomever she wound up with could evoke her hidden passion as King Figaro has.
"What should I be doing now?" She asked.
The nurse replied. "You will return to your room, and treat yourself to rest. You need not worry, this is the King's heir you're carrying. You will see nothing but luxury during the pregnancy."
"It took!"
The sudden voice at the door startled those inside the once closed off room. It was Chancellor Favreau. He breezed in all glee and glowing excitement. One would believe it was he who was waiting to have the child of his dreams rather than King Figaro. Although, it could easily be the case, this was all his idea. His plan. He's allowed to be in on the rejoicing.
"Wonderful news! I shall alert the king personally." He took Sidonie's hand and gave it a kindly congratulatory squeeze. "My dear get to your chambers, put your feet up. Now comes the easy part."
"I thought perhaps I could tell his majesty?" She wondered.
"Not at all. He'll be thrilled, I assure you." He helped her down from the table. "You go on, rest."
"Alright." Her personally assigned maid greeted her at the door. "You're sure?"
"Positive." The chancellor replied readily. "Enjoy motherhood."
"Thank you."
"Good job, Miss Roussel."
"Thank you." She smiled.
Once the mother-to-be was gone, chancellor Favreau looked at the doctor and asked. "Is it too soon to know the gender? How accurate do you think modern medical practices are?"
"Sixty-three percent, chancellor." Answered the doctor.
"That much?" He was very impressed. "As soon as she's showing let's check."
"Yes, chancellor."
"Wait until Edgar hears of this." Favreau applauded happy enough that, again, one would believe it was all for himself.
Dearest Locke,
I have great news. It took! Sidonie is possibly carrying the heir of Figaro! The excitement around here is infectious. I want to share it with you. Mostly, I miss you, and wish to ravage you immediately.
Please come home soon. It truly is less endurance being the king with you by me.
Always for you,
Edgar Figaro.
P.S. Out of curiosity, how did things go with Setzer. I hope he wasn't too rough with his rejection. Tell me all about it when you return home.
Edgar sealed the letter then hands it to his maid. She took it to the carrier birds to send off. If Edgar could be honest, he really hoped that Setzer rejected Locke. He understood the situation, sure, but getting down to it.. Locke is his love. He does not wish to share him. No matter how lifeless the interaction is.
'Perhaps it's because I find it alluring that I'm bothered by it?' He wondered.
And it was alluring. He could see it. He's never thought about the gambler and how he performs in bed, but he knows Locke. He could invision it off that alone. He hoped he had not been rough with his courtesan when he was riding a high off a vision of Locke and Setzer.
Locke, in his daydream, had Setzer on his back. He was resting atop pool balls as they screwed on the pool table. Cole had the gambler by the thighs, and every slam of his hips would push the man away and he would roll him back for more contact. During the war when they'd bathed together, Edgar saw all his fellow war-mates nude, apart from the girls. Imagining Setzer nude is easy. He fantasized that the scarred gambler liked pain and would beg Locke to spank him. And the treasure hunter would comply. He'd beat his rear and front thighs while bending him over the railing on the upper deck. The temptation of being seen is too luscious to resist. He knows Locke can be an exhibitionist too.
Edgar smiled then recalling the times they'd snuck around the castle to have their way with each other. They had been seen from start to finish once by an escaped prisoner. It led to the man's recapture. His guards stood silent betting a blind earful of the passionate rut, then they ascended upon him. It was rather comical as the man was sporting his thoughts of what he'd witnessed.
'What are you doing at present, Locke?' He looked at a side table where Locke's last letter resides. He said that he and Setzer would be attending a show at the opera house. That's very near. Perhaps he'll swing by. They could still be there.
Edgar left his chambers. He headed not for the exit, but the West wing of the castle. He was greeted by his guards before going into Sidonie's rooms. He located the young woman at the window reading a book on a lounge chair that had been moved there for her, as the chair had not been at that location any of the previous times he'd been in the room.
"Miss Roussel? May I bother you a moment?"
Sidonie smiled brightly at him. She stood and courtsed.
Edgar waved away the formality. After all they've done, it seemed rather out of place. "I'm leaving. I'm going to see my consort. But, I wanted to thank you, again, for everything. Enduring such times for the duration and the process leading to the conclusion." He extended a hand. When she took it, he shook it then placed a kiss upon the back. His free hand caressed her cheek.
"Your Majesty... Edgar, sire, it was a pleasure." Truly. She's currently reading an erotic book. So many ways to explore pleasure that she'd known nothing about until her time as a courtesan. She'll remember it all when she seeks a lover.
"Do be comfortable here." He released her hand. "And if there's anything you need it shall be yours." He said goodbye then walked away.
At the Opera House.
Setzer and Locke were mesmerized by the sight before them. The opera was a spicy, erotic tale of a young woman getting caught up in a business of cross-dressing to hide from the empire in seek to avoid prison for a crime she did not commit. One man has found her out, and he'd fallen for her. Another man has fallen for her as a him. He was fooled because the actress is quite flat chested, and when he'd slept with her, he merely tugged down her pants and did the deed from behind. He was too heated to make the connection or care. His hands only caressed her bare upper body. And the songs... Masterpieces.
The entire show had the crowd silent. Hot. Breathing heavy, and in s mad-dash for the exit once the roaring need to applaud was through. They wanted to be all over the nearest body as soon as possible.
Locke and Setzer were no better off. They boarded the ship and went straight for the decanter to down a couple shots of Zozo's finest scotch.
"That was certainly not what I had expected to see so early in the afternoon." Setzer declared after setting down the empty glass. "Bawdy but seductively demure."
Two days ago he had laughed off the permission slip to either screw or be screwed by Locke Cole. However, it would seem that locked door had a reserve knob, because it is now open again. And there stood the invitation.
...
Locke and Setzer are lying on the bed in one of the spare rooms on The Falcon. Not yet nude, but hurrying to it as they'd planted kisses and touches upon each other anywhere and everywhere but the lips. Those are the rules. They're always the rules. No kissing, no marking. Just sex. Wild and unexpected.
The pair bucked into each other in such a way it looked as though someone had made that inner connection when in actuality they were still deciding. But at their pace and desire it would become unnecessary. They'd spray without ever having decided. Locke dislodged his mouth from Setzer's nipple and moved down to a better protrusion.
Quoting the man in the opera, he said. "Sing for me." He then engulfed the gambler. Setzer's moans and panting, the heated hisses all pleased his ears very much. It was a better sort of opera.
From a crack between the folding of a dressing screen, Edgar watched his love ride his mouth up and down the pilots length. He had arrived after a two day trip from the castle by single change of Chocobo at an interval. He boarded the ship but the pair were out. He was just about to head into the opera house when he'd heard them enter the ship. He went to Locke's room to wait. The treasure hunter has his things inside.
A smirk spread itself. Setzer was definitely into pain, his own and other's because the grip he has on Locke's hair probably doesn't tickle. He raised a brow when the gambler rolled them over to properly gain the speed he wanted. His love had gagged for a second but adjusted and allowed it. That sight was all he could stand.
Fully prepared, Edgar quietly removed his clothes then stepped out of hiding. It wasn't until he was on the bed and grabs Locke by the hips to move in that he gave himself away. Locke and Setzer looked like a couple of cats that had water thrown on them as they scrambled apart then to the top of the bed to see who had intruded on the ship and their tryst.
Locke's joy was so apparent, it was more a reason to blush than hid current nudity. "Ed!" He scrambled into his arms, unable to sit still. Unable to resist touching him again. "When did you get here?"
"A few hours ago. I couldn't take one more minute apart from you." He kissed him deeply, with a hunger that had no rival.
Setzer cocked his head and watched the nice little spectacle pass between the couple. It was when hips began to grind that he decided to excuse himself. "I'll leave you to it."
He slid from the bed, however his retreat was averted by a hand grabbing his wrist. Not only Locke, but Edgar held him in place. The king kissed the scarred flesh at the hip, running his tongue over a bit of protruded skin. Locke invited him to stay with his eyes. How could he say no. Edgar is here in the flesh and joining them no less.
Setzer had no choice but to let his body do what it feels.
And he got to experience two men... at once. Their reuniting and exploration of touch, grinding, kissing, and sucking, moved to a singular padded bench. From there the couple sat face to face kissing madly with passion, between them Setzer kept them stiff with his mouth and tongue, and grip. Stroking with his mouth and hand soon ceased and he found himself standing between them as they lowered him over both of them.
It burned like nothing he'd ever felt. It was divine. And soon his slow bobbing hastened as the juices eased the ride to the degree that he nearly dented the bench. The lovers kissed over his shoulder and kissed Setzer's flesh between them. Edgar at the back and Locke in front while he shuttered in pleasure of release while feeling theirs inside of him doing the same but in small drops.
Locke groaned while viciously jerking Setzer dry. Edgar gripped the pilot's hips slamming him over their stiffness, moaning through each attempted clench from Setzer's tight hole. How an inexperienced body took them at once with little complaint was perplexing and delicious. He could live pressed so snuggly to Locke in such fire encasing them.
Setzer dropped his forehead to Locke's shoulder; the king can hear him licking the dewy flesh. His fingers dug into his friend's thighs, and he bucked into Setzer's fever-clench until all of him was empty. And Locke slid out and lowered himself to suck the man clean. Between that and Edgar spreading him for access, the gambler was done.
Standing on wobbling legs, Setzer blew out a breath. "Well.. I'll be walking funny for a while." He rubbed his rear. "As I'd said before, I'll leave you your privacy."
The couple watched his departure until the door closed.
"Round three while we clean up?" Edgar needn't have asked.
In a deep tub with bath oils smelling of cinnamon, they reconnected.
The End
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