The steady strokes against her clit pull another moan from her, as Aerith's hand shifts, moving from keeping her folds parted down to her entrance where she slides two fingers inside herself, rocking against them, and that maddening pressure teasing at her ass, her eyes roving over his body, lingering on the sight of his cock as he strokes himself before going to his face. "Maybe they'll fill your ass while I suck your cock too, and have us both while I make you come like that. Do you like it when I moan while you're in my mouth?"

Another idea for the spirits to run with, and they do, an invisible finger slowly working itself around Balthier's entrance while Aerith looks on, driving her fingers into herself, the feeling of something pressing into her ass making her cry out. "They liked that idea," she manages in a ragged whimper.

His question makes her grin crookedly, sucking in a sharp breath before she reaches up to run a hand over her breast. "I bet you are. I remember how much you liked making me sit on the dresser and play with myself for you." It had been a strange compulsion at the time, to offer up control to him for a change, but it was a decision that. "I bet you're thinking about leaving fresh marks all over me right now." Her fingers catch her nipple, tugging it some as the ghostly presence pressing against Balthier's rim delves a little further.