Some part of her makes a mental note to comment on his captain's voice when she's not otherwise preoccupied with batting away invisible fingers as they continue their relentless teasing of her entrance. There's enough of a reprieve after Balthier speaks up that she can enjoy it when, after they're thrust together so gracelessly, he wraps himself around her. It's a short-lived moment, ending after something presses itself inside her ass, leaving her gasping as she lifts his head to kiss along the side of his neck.
Rising onto the balls of her feet as she's bidden to, Aerith yelps when she feels strong arms slide under her backside, whatever was teasing at her retreating to scoop her off her feet and keep her pressed against Balthier. "Hey!" She turns and shoots a glare over her shoulder, squirming against the awkward way the spirits try to get them to fit together. Her indignation doesn't last, fizzling out when strong hands grab at her hips and angle her so that when she's moved again it's to sink onto his cock. It's a rush of sensation that leaves her crying out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tenses up in surprise.
The hands holding her up set the rhythm for her, driving her onto him in earnest, her thighs tensing around his sides, trying to hold herself to him even as she lets herself be moved by the phantoms within the sauna. This isn't the first time they've been together like this, but this experience is nothing like the afternoon in the field, there's a level of chaos to being with him like this, unseen fingers teasing at both their rims, steering her to take all of him with every thrust, that makes it hard to compare the two instances.
He asks her to come and Aerith moans in response, turning her head to press kisses to his temple, before ducking her head to allow her lips to drag along his jaw. "My prince," she murmurs, lips brushing against his before parting enough to allow the tip of her tongue to trace his lower lip. "Balthier," Aerith concludes in a traitorously warm whisper before she's kissing him again, stifling her cries as the release the spirits so relentlessly drive her towards begins to sweep over her.
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Rising onto the balls of her feet as she's bidden to, Aerith yelps when she feels strong arms slide under her backside, whatever was teasing at her retreating to scoop her off her feet and keep her pressed against Balthier. "Hey!" She turns and shoots a glare over her shoulder, squirming against the awkward way the spirits try to get them to fit together. Her indignation doesn't last, fizzling out when strong hands grab at her hips and angle her so that when she's moved again it's to sink onto his cock. It's a rush of sensation that leaves her crying out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tenses up in surprise.
The hands holding her up set the rhythm for her, driving her onto him in earnest, her thighs tensing around his sides, trying to hold herself to him even as she lets herself be moved by the phantoms within the sauna. This isn't the first time they've been together like this, but this experience is nothing like the afternoon in the field, there's a level of chaos to being with him like this, unseen fingers teasing at both their rims, steering her to take all of him with every thrust, that makes it hard to compare the two instances.
He asks her to come and Aerith moans in response, turning her head to press kisses to his temple, before ducking her head to allow her lips to drag along his jaw. "My prince," she murmurs, lips brushing against his before parting enough to allow the tip of her tongue to trace his lower lip. "Balthier," Aerith concludes in a traitorously warm whisper before she's kissing him again, stifling her cries as the release the spirits so relentlessly drive her towards begins to sweep over her.