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Truth or Dare	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy I Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Truth or Dare
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Author's note: Foursome's are hard to write. They're even harder to write when you've decided none of the characters should have names. Enjoy.
Here's to me grog!
Me jolly jolly grog!
Here's to me beer and tobacco!
For I've spent all me tin,
On the lasses drinkin' gin,
And across the wide ocean I must wander!
Four voices echoed out of the ship's cabin, each out equally out of tune with each other as with the intended key of the only sea shanty they knew. The four light warriors, heroes destined to save the human race from extinction and reverse the decay of the earth, were getting drunk off of stolen liqour on a stolen boat.
They had finally finished mucking about in the Inner Sea, and were setting sail for the land of Melmond, where it was rumored that the source of the earth's decay lay hidden.
They had needed a ship to cross the Inner Sea from Pravoka to Elfheim, and the only vessle to be had was in the hands of one notorious pirate by the name of Bikke. Bikke had been less than willing to part with his ship, and a bit of a scuffle had ensued. Bikke and his pirates were still licking their wounds back in Pravoka, and the light warriors were the proud owners of bona fide pirate ship.
And with pirate ships comes pirate alcohol. Bikke's cabin had been stockpiled with beer, wine, grog, mead, rum, and a wide variety of other soperiffics from across the land. It seemed that, in addition to piracy, Bikke was quite the afficianado of fine liqours.
It was on these elixirs that the light warriors had risen up to various stages of inebriated. The fighter had a glass of mead in her hands, off of which she had become pleasantly buzzed; the red mage was on his third glass of wine, and was decidedly tipsy; the monk drank directly from her bottle of rum, and was roaring drunk; and the white mage, who did not drink, was completely sober with a cup of tea.
The cabin was not overly large, but was fairly luxurious, boasting a wide bed in one corner, a dining table on which they had laid out a variety of Bikke's collection, and a small couch against one wall. Oil lanterns were stationed about the interior of the cabin, providing it with a warm and homey glow.
"Oooh, ooh! I know, I know! Let's play truth or dare! Truth or dare!" the monk repeated the phrase "truth or dare" another two or three times, each with the exact same level of excitement.
"Seconded!" cried the red mage, wine nearly spilling out of his glass. "I do not know nearly enough of your deep dark secrets, nor any of you mine."
"I dunno, I feel like I know you pretty well," said the fighter, still fully armored, sitting on the bed.
"And better every day," replied the magician, leaning over to nip her on the ear. She giggled in response.
"Alright, then. I'll start, truth or dare?" said the warrior. She was over six feet tall, with a shaggy mop of red hair, and had been sleeping with the red mage since near the journey began.
"Truth! My life is an open book," said the mage. He was a few inches shorter than the red-headed amazon, with pale skin and platinum hair that seemed perpetually immaculate.
"Who's better in bed? Me or or her?" she said, pointing over to the bronze-skinned monk, who had -also- been sleeping with the red mage since near the journey began. Monogamy was for peasants.
"The answer to that is simple, my dear," he said, grabbing her hand and planting a series of kisses on her palm. "I am."
She shoved him playfully, nearly knocking him off the bed. Once again, his wine remained in his glass, as if held by magic. And, considering the way the magician used his talents, it very well might have been.
The red-clad sorcerer turned to face his white-clad counterpart, who sat cross legged on the floor. "Brother in magic!" he said, putting his arm around the other mage, "Truth? Or dare?"

The white mage sipped his tea. He always felt a little awkward at these sorts of soirees, being the only person sober. He had never taken up drinking, and was honestly mystified by the ubiquity with which it appealed to others.
"...Truth." Said the white mage, somewhat fearful of what the other sorcerer might dare him to do.

"How many women have you slept with?"
"Um... two. And to be honest, the first one was kind of a disaster. It was just once, and it was all awkward fumbling and not much enjoyment," said the healer. "The second helped me a lot in that regard, though," he said, smiling at the monk. They, too, had been lovers since the journey began, and the lascivious brawler had made it her personal duty to tutor the white mage in the ways of love. The white mage was a handsome man, with flowing red locks and a physique that put most statues to shame, on the rare occasion when he removed his robes to show it off.
The red mage grabbed him by the shoulders, and stared him straight in the eye. It was the sort of look of soul-deep pity that one gives to a child that has just lost his parents, or a man who has just learned he will die before the year is out. "I am so sorry. You are a good man. You are my brother. We will correct this." The red mage had taken a solemn oath to help the other magician get laid.
The white mage grinned awkwardly, blushing. He turned his attention to the monk, gesturing with his tea cup. "Ok, your turn. Truth or dare?"

The monk bounced up and down, giddily. "Daaaare! Dare dare dare! And make it something raunchy!"
"Ok, I, ah.... " he stumbled for a moment. Raunchiness was not his domain. "Dare you to take your clothes off?"
"Boooo! You know I was gonna do that anyway before the night was out." She turned to the red mage, "music, if you please?"

The multitalented red mage produced a small steel flute from his belt, and become to play a rolicking tune.
Never one to do things by half measures, the brawler stood up and began to dance as she stripped her clothes off. First came the cloth belt, which she wrapped around the white mage's neck, pulling him close as she sat on the healer's lap. She ground against him, feeling his manhood harden through his robes. She shrugged off her sleeveless gi jacket, and arched her body towards him as she rose, running her naked torso along his face. Instinctively, he planted a series of kisses over his lover's breast and stomach.
Once again standing, she undid the drawstring of her pants, and let them fall to the floor while she wiggled her hips to the music. She stepped out of them, revealing lithe, muscular legs that matched her lithe, muscular torso. Her skin was a dark bronze, and was covered in a hodge podge of tattoos.
"Much better. God, I hate clothes," said the now naked monk. She turned to the other woman, "Ok, red. Your turn. Truth or dare?"
The amazon took another sip of her mead. "Let's go with.... dare."
The naked monk put her hand on her chin, contemplating. "I dare you to.... hook up with... him." She said, and she pointed at the white mage. "And let me watch." Her grin broadened.
"Me?" Said the white mage, somewhat surprised.
"Seconded!" interjected the red mage, raising his glass in the air. He was definitely using magic to keep it from spilling.
"Think about it. I've fucked you. I've fucked him," she indicated the red mage. "He's fucked me. He's fucked her," she indicated back to the fighter. "You two are like.... the missing link. And I know you're both too damn shy to get together on your own."

"Hey now. I just like to think of myself as the strong silent type." Said the fighter.
The monk leaned in, and whispered in the other woman's ear. "He's good, too. I trained him. And he's got a body like you wouldn't believe under all those robes..."
The fighter looked over at the white mage, a grin spreading over her face. "What do you say? Should we finally break the tension and complete the circle?"
"Are you sure?" replied the healer.
"My dear man," said the red mage, patting him on the back. "I assure you, this is something you want to do."

"Ok. Let's maybe start out slow," Said the white mage, moving up onto the bed. The two made awkward eye contact for a moment, before their faces slowly drifted together. The lips met, their tongues entwined, and their comrades cheered.
The fighter wrapped her arm around the mage, running her fingers through his thick red hair. She felt a heat stirring in her loins, and she pressed her mouth tighter against his. She shifted her weight, and the mage soon found himself lying on the bed, the warrior on top of him. He could feel the hard ridges of her armor pressing against him, and she could feel the hardness of his sex pressing against her.
She pulled the white mage's head back, exposing his neck. She nipped and licked at him, running her teeth and tongue along his skin. She pulled apart his robe, reavealing a broad, muscular chest. The mage moaned as her tongue traced along it's contures, flicking it against his nipples. He arched his back, his hands running along her.
She sat up for a second, still straddling him. "I suppose I should take some of this off," she unbuckled her cuirass, and threw it to the ground, where it landed on the wooden floor with a clatter. Her vambraces soon followed, followed by her cuisses and greaves. She was only wearing a loose linen shirt underneath, through which the outline of her sizeable chest was visible. She pulled his robes apart further, revealing a muscular and well defined stomach. She ran her hands over his abs and back up over his chest.
"You were right. He does have a nice body," she said to the monk, still feeling him up.
"So do you, girl! How is anyone ever going to appreciate those tits of you always wear all that armor? Maybe we should get you a nice chainmail bikini instead?" said the monk. She and the red mage were watching from the couch, their hands slowly beginning to rove over another's bodies.
"Mmm, let's go with a 'no' on that one." Said the fighter, pulling off her shirt. Her tits were, indeed, massive, and offset the muscular nature of the rest of her torso.
"Alright, but you two are still seriously not naked enough. Like, see me? This is naked enough." Responded the monk.
The fighter leaned down to kiss the white mage, feeling his bare chest against hers. The two of them writhed on the bed, kissing, grinding, exploring another's bodies with their hands, lips, tongues. Soon, a pile of armor and robes had accumulated on the floor around the bed, and the two muscular redheads were naked on the bed. The mage was muscular and broad shouldered; he came up a few inches short of the fighter's six feet, but was more heavily built. She was an amazon, lithe and athletic like the monk, but substantially taller and substantially bustier. They had both adapted the habit of shaving their pubic and body hair, picked up from their respective lovers.
The monk leaned over and whispered into the red magician's ear, "Aren't they gorgeous? I can't wait to see them fuck," her tongue slid out of her mouth and around her lover's ear on the last word. "Also, I can't help but notice, you're the only one left wearing clothes..." she said, playing with the buttons of his ruffled shirt.
"Mayhaps you could help me with that?" the mage replied, kissing her neck.
Soon, the red mage found himself divested of his signature hat and cape, and his shirt was unbuttoned down to his waist. The monk straddled him, reversed so she could continue to watch the show, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin against the mage's red leather pants. The mage reached around from behind, and one hand rubbed her clit while the other toyed at her breasts. She reached behind her, grabbing his hair to pull him into a passionate kiss.
On the bed, the warrior sat up again, running her hands over the healer's chest. "So I think I want to you to lick my pussy.... but I also think I want to suck your cock. Thoughts?"
"I don't see why we can't do both," responded her new lover, running his hands over her thighs.
The fighter turned around, repositioning herself so she could lower her pussy onto the healer's face. She immediately gave a moan of delight as she felt his tongue on her folds, and ran her hands over her bosom.
"God, you're sexy. You know that?" said the monk, the magician's deft hands still on her body.
"Yeah. I do," said the amazon with a grin. She leaned forward, bringing her mouth down to the white mage's cock. Her tongue danced along the side of it, and then she swallowed it down to the base. She could feel the mage moan into her pussy, and his hips arched up to meet her mouth. Each of their bodies rolled and undulated like the waves of the ocean, feeding off of eachother's pleasure and passion.
"Would you like me to eat your pussy, as well?" said the red mage as he nibbled on the monk's ear.
"How did you know?" she replied with a grin.
Soon, the mage was on his knees in front of the couch, his mouth buried between the monk's legs. It was too good to be true; having one lover eat her pussy, while watching her other lover eat another woman's. She grabbed a fistful of the mage's platinum hair with one hand, grinding her cunt against his face.
"Hey, red; don't you love cunnilingus?"
The fighter's head still bobbed up and down on the healer's rod, and she looked up at the monk. The combination of the tongue in her pussy, the cock in her mouth, and the sight of the other pair was enough to set her over the edge, and she came then and there. Her legs squeezed around the mage's head, and she pressed her pussy into his face, just as she took his cock to the back of her throat. Her moan was muffled by the cock in her mouth, and she gripped his hips, pulling him against her while she came.
She pulled her mouth off of his cock, panting. "Okay. I want that cock in my pussy. Now." She lifted her hips off of his face, which now shone with her own fluids. She leaned down, kissed him, licked the side of his face, tasting her own juices.
"Mmm. I'm tasty."
She brought her hips over his hard, thick cock, grinding against it with the outside of her pussy.
"You ready to fuck, lover?"
"Yes, please. I want to feel you around me..." the mage moaned, lining his cock up with the edge of her moist entrance.
She lowered herself onto him, and began bouncing up and down on his cock. She put one hand on his chest, which began to move towards his neck.
"How do you feel about..."
"Yes, please," he said, moving his hand to wrap around his throat. She choked him with one hand, putting her weight on his neck while she rode his cock.
"Does my little man-whore like the way I fuck him?" she teased.
"Yes, mistress. I want you to use my cock, to ride me hard..."
"You want it hard? Hmm? You want your mistress to really fuck you?" she said, tightening the hand around his throat.
"Yes, please, fuck me hard, make me your fucktoy..."
The amazon grinned. "Raise your leg up." She slid one of her legs between his, and then threaded her free arm under his leg. She passed it in front of her body, resting his leg on her shoulder. Her pussy was tight on his cock, and she fucked him with hard, fast, strokes. The white mage was truly pinned beneath her, one of her arms forcing his leg towards his shoulder, the other wrapped around his neck.
The monk watched from vantage point. "Oooh, I've never seen that one before!" she pulled her lover up from her cunt, directing his attention to the bed. "Get the rest of your clothes off. We have got to try this."
"As you wish," replied the foppish wizard with a grin. He stood up to kick off his boots, shrugged out of his pants, and was naked within a minute. His cock stood out proud and erect, the monk leaned forward to take it in her mouth. She sucked him off for a few moments, getting him fully hard, before leading him over to the bed with the others.
"Scootch! I wanna try," said the brawler. The other pair giggled and awkwardly scooted to one side of the bed, and the monk laid down her lover underneath her.
The fighter began walking the other woman through the exotic position, even as she continued to fuck her lover.
"Yep, get on top, like normal.... now reach back and put his leg over your shoulder... it's kind of a girl-on-top version of that legs over shoulder position... yeah, you kind of have to shift your angle a bit... there you go!"
The red mage felt his leg stretch as the monk pushed it forward, testing his limits. It was by far the most female-dominant position he knew; he quite liked it. He and the fighter had figured it out in their many bouts of lovemaking, as they experimented with dominant and submissive positions for each sex.
"You're forgetting one detail," said the red mage, pointing at his neck.
"I like this," said the monk, wrapping her hands around her lover's throat. "There's like, a million guy-on-top positions, and hardly any girl-on-top." The monk's bronze skin contrasted against the magician's alabaster, and she licked the back of his calf as she fucked him.
The two women rode their lovers hard, side by side, and the men enjoyed surrendering control to them. They all put their lives in another's hands on a daily basis, and had absolute trust in their fellow adventurers.
"Aren't you glad I hooked you guys up?" said the monk, looking down at the white mage. She brushed a finger along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Now you get to be her little bitch as well as mine."
"Yes, I'm just a little slut, here for my mistresses to fuck..." she brought her finger up to his lips, and he sucked on the digit, nibbling her fingertip.
"And you?" said the monk, looking down at the magician's who's leg was on her shoulder and cock in her pussy.
"Much the same," he said flippantly. She slapped him, gently, but enough to his attention.
"Say it. Say you're my little bitch," she said through gritted teeth, riding him hard.
"I'm my mistresses' little bitch. I'm here for you to fuck, to use, to dominate..."
"Much better," said the monk, tightening her grip on his neck. She turned to the other woman, watching her ride the lover they both now shared, lust filling her eyes.
"Hey red.... can I kiss you?" She said to the taller woman.
The fighter looked at the lascivious tattooed monk and the beautiful man who's brains she was currently fucking out. Another woman might've felt jealous; she only felt aroused.
"Yeah, I think I'd be on board with that." She leaned over, her mouth meeting with the smaller woman's, tongues dancing in another's mouth. All four of them were now connected as one.
"I'm gonna come..." said the amazon, looking the monk in the eye.
"Me too... let's come together...."
The two women picked up their pace, fucking the men with hard, fast strokes. The pushed forward, pressing the mage's legs towards their shoulders.
"Yes, yes, that's it... I'm coming... I'm coming..." the monk flipped her sweat soaked her out of her eyes, looking over at the fighter.
"Me too.... I'm... aaaah!"

The two woman screamed, eyes rolling back, their cries of delight filling the cabin of the ship.
The sweat-soaked amazon fighter crawled off of her brawny new lover, kissing him on the chest a few times.

"You have done well, boy-toy. And for that... you get a treat.” She had moved over to the side of the bed, grabbing a bottle of oil.
“A treat?” said the white mage, intrigued.
She tossed him the bottle, and leaned over the side of the massive bed, grinning. “My ass.”
“Put this on your cock,” the fighter continued, indicating the oil.
“I don't know how you do that. Things come out of your butt, not go into it,” said the monk to the fighter, with characteristic grace.
“You should try it, sometime. You might like it,” replied the red-headed fighter.
“I think I'll stick with pussy, for now, thanks,” said the monk. “Speaking of which, I have been doing all the damn work here,” she said to the red mage, who she was still straddling. “I think it's about time you got on top.”
“As you wish, my lady,” he replied, rolling her onto her back.
The white mage had finished lubricating his tool, and lined himself up at the fighter's rear entrance.
“That's it... line it up... push it in slowly... slowly.... slowly.... mmmm!” the fighter bit her lip and gave a moan of delight. The muscular healer groaned, feeling the tightness of her ass around his cock, overwhelmed by the eroticism of making love in ways nature never intended.

The red mage had positioned himself atop the monk. He had one of her legs on his shoulder, the other pinned beneath his, forcing her legs open. One hand was on her clit, the other was around her neck.
“Oh god, yes, fuck me you gorgeous, gorgeous bastard...” the monk moaned. She looked up to see the fighter's face directly above her, inches away.
“How you doin', red?”
“Pretty good... I've got a gorgeous bastard of my own, fucking me in the ass...”
“Wanna snog some more?”
The fighter brought her face down, locking lips with the other woman. The monk brought her hand up, gripping a fistful of the fighter's mop of red hair.
The white mage moved in the fighter with slow, deep, hard thrusts, each eliciting a moan from his lover. He watched as she and the monk kissed, while the red mage drove his own cock into the other woman. He fought, and eventually gave into the urge to give the other man a high-five.
“Isn't she marvelous?” said the red mage, simultaneously working his rod in the monk's snatch while reaching out to stroke the fighter's hair.
“Quite...” said the white mage, still standing on the edge of the bed, slamming his hips into the amazonian red-head.
An orgasm rocked through the monk, brought on by the combination of the magician's deft hands and hard cock.
She broke her kiss from the other woman. “Alright, I've got a proposition for you.”
The fighter moaned around her words. “A... proposition? Another one?”
The monk's words were coming out in bursts, interrupted by sensation of the man who was fucking her. “A contest...a... oooh, right there.... a blowjob contest, to see which one of us can get our guy to come first. If you win.... ah, mm... I'll try anal.... if I win.... oh god... you have to let me lick your pussy.”
“Sounds.... good....to me... you guys?” said the fighter.
“Most amenable,” replied the red mage.
“Seconded,” grunted the white mage. The healer was in full force now, pulling her hips into him as he slammed his cock into her ass.
The fighter had one hand buried underneath her, fingering her pussy. “I'm almost there.... pull my hair while you fuck me... that's it!”

The white mage grabbed a fistful her hair, jerking her head back. At the same time, his other hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing her throat. He let out a primal grunt, fucking her hard.
“Yes, yes, yes.... aah!” The fighter screamed, her body twitching.
“Okay... let's do this.... go get your cock cleaned off.”
The white mage pulled himself out of her slowly, and washed his tool with the water basin in the corner of the room.
“Clean as a whistle,” he told her.
The red mage had pulled out of the monk, and the two men now stood on the rug in the center of the room, the two woman kneeling in front of them.
The monk devoured the red mage's cock, delighted to taste her own juices on his shaft. The fighter similarly attacked the white mage's member, delighted not to taste her own ass.
The two men wrapped their hands in their lovers' hair. The monk slapped the red mage on the ass, egging him on to fuck her throat. She wanted to win, damn it.
The fighter took her lover to the base, running her tongue around his sizable shaft.
“Use me.... I want you to fuck my mouth and dump your come down my throat....” said the fighter, furiously jerking his cock as she came up for air. She, too, wanted to win.
“Come on, loverboy... let's show these amateurs how it's done...” said the monk, before returning to throating the red mage's member with her hands behind her back.
The two magicians were in overdrive now. With a roar, they both came, filling the warrior women's mouths with hot seed. They both swallowed eagerly, the men giving a few pumps as they finished their climax.
“I do believe that would be a tie,” said the red mage, removing his slick tool from the monk's mouth.
“Did we... did we decide on what to do in the event of a tie?” said the white mage, sitting down.
“I believe the answer is clear,” he responded. “You-” he gestured to the monk - “have to get fucked in the ass -while- eating her pussy.”
The monk grinned at him. “And is your little soldier going to be up for the task?” She said, gesturing to his deflating cock.
“Indubitably,” he said. He said a few magic words and waved his hands through the air, and suddenly his cock was full and hard as it had been minutes ago.
“That's... I never realized white magic could do that. Where did you learn how?” Asked the white mage.
“A little elf taught me. Here, you try,” he showed the white mage the incantation and gestures. The healer repeated them, and soon he too was hard as iron.
The monk stood up and cracked her back. “Well, it looks like it's time for round two. You ready for some lady-lovin'?” She said to the taller woman.
The fighter had always been curious about women, but never let things go below the waist. Well, first time for everything.
The fighter crawled onto the bed, and lay back. The monk crawled between her legs, letting her ass wiggle in the air on the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder, and addressed the red mage, who was lubricating his newly hard member.
“Alright, prettiest prince at the ball. I know you've been wanting to do this forever, so just go slow.”
“Of course, my diamond in the rough,” he replied.
The monk rolled her eyes, and began licking and planting kisses on the inside of the amazon's powerful thighs.
Goddamn, these thighs. She thought to herself.
The white mage stood at the side of the bed, unsure of exactly where to put his newfound magically induced erection. “What should I, ah....?”
“Come here,” breathed the fighter, already wiggling under the monk's attentions, “You still haven't fucked my tits.”
The white mage moved to straddle her, placing his throbbing member between the chasm of her hefty bosom.
The red mage lined himself up at the monk's asshole, and slowly pushed his cock inside her. She let out a long squeal, bracing herself on the fighter's thighs.
“Alright my dear... I'm inside your ass. How does it feel?”
“Surprisingly.....good,” she replied. Once she got used to it, it was a whole new realm of stimulus. The red mage also reached her, and was rubbing her clit with with his fingers while fucking her in the ass. What a gentleman.
For her part, the monk was still teasing the other woman's cunt, giving attention to all the areas around it, but never quite touching her sex.
“I knew you'd turn into an anal slut eventually...” said the fighter. “Now quit teasing me and eat my fucking pussy.”
The monk obliged, diving into the aroused fighter's pussy with abandon. She run her tongue along her slit, eventually finding her clitoris and lapping against it.
The white mage looked down at the fighter, watching her expression change. “Feel good, I take it?” He said, still sliding his cock between her tits.
“Amazing...” she replied. “This little vixen knows how to eat pussy.”
“And she takes it in the ass like a champ, too,” added the red mage, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts.
“Aww... you guys are gonna make me blush,” said the monk, before returning to devouring the other woman's snatch.
The fighter reached one hand between the white mage's legs to bring the monk by the hair, pulling her into her pussy. The red mage joined her, grabbing another fistful, pushing her down while he railed her ass.
“That's right... eat her pussy, you darling little slut...” he said, giving her a swat on the ass.
The white mage had picked up his pace, pushing his lover's tits together while he drilled his cock between them. “This.... is really quite nice. Do it again sometime?”

“Agreed....mmm....” the muscular woman replied, moaning from the monk's attentions.
Between the cunt her face was buried in and the cock in her previously virgin ass, the monk was a world of new sensations.
The four of them continued, a well-oiled fucking machine. The red mage fucked the monk's ass and played with her clit, the monk ate the fighter's cunt, the the white mage fucked her tits.
The fighter pushed her cunt into the monk's face, her orgasm approaching. “Oh god, I'm going to come... keep eating me you dirty little ass slut, don't stop...” the combination of the fighter's harsh language and the red mage's dual assault on her began sending the monk over the edge of as well, moaning into the other woman's cunt.
“Come with me, let's come together....” said the fighter to the white mage....”Rail my fucking tits and come all over my face....”
The white mage obliged, pounding his cock between her mounds.
The red mage could also feel his climax approaching. The monk pushed back into him, telling him to speed up. He tightened his fist in her hair, and slammed his cock into her ass.
Like a crescendo, they all came in concert. The monk came, her moans muffled by the fighter's cunt. The fighter screamed with pleasure, her first girl-induced orgasm shooting through her body. The white mage howled, releasing his seed on her chest, on her face, covering her skin while she writhed in the throws of her own climax. The red mage pulled himself out at the last second, covering the monk's tattooed back with his come.
A towel was passed around, and the four light warriors lay naked on the massive bed in a tangled puppy-pile. They had fought together, they had fucked together. They were a team. They were ready to save the goddamn world.
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