Humming low at the thought, her eyelids flutter briefly closed, shivering as the phantom touch against her clit lifts away and leaves her wanting, the sound of his cry of pleasure pulling her focus back to him as the color on her face goes deeper. It's thrilling to watch him like this, aware that he's being pleased in ways he can't see but can feel just as she was. "You're so pretty right now," she murmurs, her hand slowing between her thighs before she's guided by invisible hands to pick up the pace, an unexpected shift that makes her cry out.
Her eyes blaze with want as she watches him, her hand moving in time with the ghostly finger thrusting into her ass. "I don't think you can stay away from my cunt, I think you'd make me scream with your tongue before you could stop yourself." She jumps in her seat, pinched by ghostly fingers, while another spirit thrusts into his ass insistently. "Balthier," Aerith bites her bottom lip, her hand slowing again. "I don't want to come without you."
He's not entirely aware of the way he's reclining, one knee up with a hand at his cock, flushed and drunken watching her pleasure herself and be touched. The image of erotic pleasure, he moans as his hips buck against the pressure in his ass, slowing his hand as he watches her writhe so beautifully. "You're always beautiful," he murmurs back without thinking. Then she makes that sound he knows so well and he's whimpering, knowing he's going to touch himself to this memory.
That ghost hand keeps work his ass, another clamping to run his hand faster and tighter on his cock, yet another cupping his balls, and he twitches against them, stomach muscles contracting as he keeps his eyes on her. "Would you settle for my mouth? I think you'd plead my name until I filled you with my cock."
Something changes, though, and the game seems to shift, her body tightening and that admission cutting straight through to -- something in him.
"I can oblige that request," he says, gentler than he means to.
The spirits seem uninterested in any pause, however, as the feeling of kisses and bites run up both their necks and down their thighs, the pressure in their asses increasing. Balthier cries out, managing to get to his feet. This is harder. Whatever's in his ass is so deep he's struggling to move his legs, hips thrusting as he makes a strangled sound. "Aerith--" His breathing is ragged, and something takes his hand, guiding it back to his cock. Across from him, she seems to be struggling just as much, and his entire body burns. "I want you."
There was supposed to be more, some fantasy to tease her with, some invitation for how they'd do this, but it's all he manages, and now it's been too long to correct it.
Heat spreads over her skin as the compliment makes her flush almost as intensely as the invisible hand at her ass, or the one around her wrist, making her drive her fingers deep inside her heat. For a moment the haze of desire lessens as her expression softens, the tight feeling in her chest he conjures more than she knows he should are difficult to ignore.
The color on her cheeks stays where it is when she hears the need in Balthier's voice tip towards something a little softer, something that makes her heart race. The force driving into her ass puts on an unexpected burst of speed as she watches him get up, and though she's shivering from the brush of a nipping mouth running along the curve of her back, she too fights her way to her feet. Her hand slips free of her sex, only for her to be forced to stand still and gasp as she's filled by something else instead. "Balthier," she whimpers before squeezing her eyes closed, her hands swatting at the air around her. "Will you give me a second!"
The caresses don't let up, but she does what she can to move forward anyway, watching him stroke himself as she stretches a hand out to grab hold of his shoulder, yelping in surprise as she's shoved forward and made to press against him.
Balthier would laugh if he wasn't struggling to move toward her and not crumple at the insistent touch of the phantom hands. He's never had more than one partner at once, but he feels confident he has an idea what it would feel like, a hand up his ass, two more on his nipples, at least two more at his cock and balls while something else scratches and kisses against him. Aerith has to be just as overwhelmed, and the thought makes him flushed and also a feeling he can't quite put his finger on.
"Let us be a moment," he echoes when she tells them to give her a second, voice stern and commanding. His captain's voice, not one he uses here much.
Their requests are met with Aerith crashing into him and no relent on the the hands' touch. Instinctively, protectively, he wraps around her. That's not how it actually happens, however, because the hands are shoving them together in a way they don't quite fit.
"Easy," he says. "If I promise we'll fuck, will you let us get situated?"
The pressure lets up -- not a lot -- but enough he can shift her a little. "Here, stand on your toes for me--hngh--" The hands at their asses have not, let up at all. When he opens his mouth again, he chokes, suddenly feeling very much like he's got a dick shoved down it.
Aerith's up, though, and a hand -- not hers, not his -- guides him onto her. The way she crashes against him, he's pretty sure a spirit pushed her. His hand slides down her thigh, encouraging it up, and he flushes as he thinks again of that day in the field.
There's something odd as he pulls her other legs up, besides the way the spirits push their asses toward each other, making him moan as pressure continues to twist in his ass. Aerith feels...lighter. They're holding her up.
Tentatively he moves his hands to her side, keeping a grip on her in case they drop her, but absolutely heady with getting to hold her to him like this with her high enough to thrust easily. Not that the spirits are giving him much choice on speed.
Still. He presses his cheek to hers, murmuring near her ear, "Come for me, my nymph. Loudly."
Not that he's far behind, crying out as she takes him tip to hilt, phantom hands teasing all over his body. Yet another experience he's never had before.
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.
This situation is far from gentle or sweet, but it makes the way she clings to him that much more precious. He hums against the way she kisses along his temple and jaw, such a contrast to the way their bodies are thrust against one another. When she says his name, though, he can't help the way he kisses her harder. The sounds she makes as she nears orgasm are familiar to him now, and a grin makes its way onto his face. He slides his arms around her, not tight enough to interfere with the spirits but enough to hold her back, moaning as her clenching starts to send heat of a different kind through him.
"Aerith," he gasps between kisses, one hand shifting to squeeze her breast. "Gods I like seeing you like this." There are so many things he wants to do to her, so many memories of things he'd like to do again. The spirits helping is almost the worst tease, because he can't feel what's her or show her what's him, and it's driving him to kiss her harder, hold her where he can.
Her pitch changes and he holds her to him, murmuring her name as her cunt flutters and shifts. Her breathing changes, her gasps intensifying until they reach a place of freezing and her body arches against him. It's only a few moments longer before he's doing the same, cock shuddering as he climaxes, crying out at how good she feels, at how overwhelming the stimulation everywhere else is. Dizziness washes through him and he kisses her, gasping because the spirits aren't letting up, and both their oversensitive bodies are wobbling against the assault.
"We might have to make a run for it," he whispers, moaning as she thrusts against him yet again, slick with his cum sliding down them both.
Though it's chaos on almost every other front, that the spirits are the ones guiding her hips is almost a boon as her body tenses and shudders through her orgasm. They ensure her body never breaks stride, and that each time she buries him back inside her, it's as fast and as urgent as ever. "I like being here," she whispers in response, her cheeks burning, mentally adding it to the increasingly large pile of remarks she should not make but have anyway. It's not like the first time he held her like this, filling her with his heat while they both tremble past the brink, but she likes it anyway, adoring the way they have to grab onto one another, loving the closeness it ensures.
As spent as this trip to the sauna has left her, the help the spirits had lent in holding her up and keeping her sliding onto his length turn into more of a curse than a blessing as they continue to guide her just as needily as before her orgasm, her thighs tensing and twitching as she tries to anchor herself in place and fight against them by wrapping around him instead. "Yes," she whimpers, unwrapping one arm to swat the air around them. "Get off!" Aerith huffs, waiting until the second the guiding pressure on her hips tapers off before she climbs down, a little moan escaping her as she slips him out of her on her way to getting back on her feet.
"Come on!" Aerith keeps tight hold of Balthier's hand, crossing her free hand over her breasts as she pulls him towards the door. "Let's get back in the bath!" Now that they've given one another a reason to need it.
He likes it too, but manages to keep his tongue in check, using it instead to tease at her lips before he cries out with pleasure. Which quickly turns to discomfort. Aerith's whimper is not the kind that makes him weak and proud; it's genuine distress and his grip tightens around her. "We can't go any longer," he snaps. "Leave her be."
That seems to do something, because she's managing to climb down, his own breath hissing out as she dismounts him, a weird sense of not having felt enough of her for having come. But he likes the way she takes his hand, the promise of less chaotic time coming down from this, and he follows after her, swatting at the hands still poking at his ass. "You're not going to get anything out of the front, spirits. You spent it already." Not that it doesn't make him stumble as they move to the door, more in discomfort than anything else. Another tries the same on Aerith. "I'm not sure they understand how this works."
They manage to get outside, the air stinging and cool after the heat of the sauna. Balthier hadn't realized he was panting trying to move past the spirits, and indeed as soon as they pass the threshold, those invisible hands drop off.
He doesn't really like this, the way they didn't get to find each other and ease into pleasure. Doesn't like the taste it leaves in his mouth. "Come here," he says, much more gently, tugging on Aerith's hand just enough to pull her back to him, and, now entirely in control of his faculties, backs her against the wall, pressing a kiss he's aware is slightly too long to her lips. "You alright?" he asks as he breaks it, hand cradling her neck, thumb against her cheek.
The air in the corridor between the sauna and the bath probably couldn't be classed as fresh by any stretch, but it feels that way once Aerith and Balthier are past the doorway of the sauna. Finding it easier to breathe now that she's not being fondled and urged on beyond what's fun and comfortable when Balthier pulls her close Aerith goes willingly, happy to be near him because she wants to, rather than because she was shoved that way.
Rocking back on her heels, she leans on the wall behind her as her arm slips around his shoulders and pulls him closer to her, ignoring the stretch of time that kiss lingers for, too centered on enjoying it. Settling against him comfortably she takes a slow breath before nodding. "Are you?" Pitching forward slightly Aerith rises onto her toes, nuzzling his cheek with hers before kissing his jawbone.
"Come on," Aerith catches his hand once more as she steps out of the embrace. "Now I really need a bath." Ignoring the way that comment makes her instantly wish they were back at her house and thus assured they would be alone for a while, she squeezes his hand gently before taking them the rest of the way back to the giant tub.
The way she loops her arms around him and pulls him into that kiss eases his worry. This is the Aerith he's used to, even if these quiet moments aren't something either of them ever draws too much attention to. So is her checking on him back, and he smiles into it, squeezing her tight as she nuzzles against him. Good. Her comfort matters a great deal to him.
When she takes his hand and asks for a bath, he laughs, relieved as much as amused. "Have you ever had to tell me twice on a bath?" he teases. His stomach feels strange though, being led -- naked, no less, and both covered in cum -- with his hand in hers.
They slip into the large tub, the water pleasant and hot. They aren't the only ones here, but they can get some privacy if they pitch their voices low. He slides over to a built in seat, spreading his thighs and tugging on her. "Come here," he says. "Let me clean you off." In the water, it's even easier to guide her to shit between his legs, leading her body to lean against him before he runs his hands on her thighs in big circular motions, wiping off some of their sticking fluids, but moreso massaging the muscles there.
Ignoring how familiar the feeling of being caught, comfortably in the aftermath with Balthier has become Aerith focuses on the relief sinking into the hot water of the bath provides. She ignores the presence of the other bathers, letting herself slip beneath the water, rinsing off before he's pulling her closer and she's moving along with it easily.
Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
The moment she tenses he realizes his mistake, adjusting his hands closer to her knees for a few moments before sweeping them up to her hips and torso. His eyes close briefly as hers come up to his chest, tangling in his chest hair as they so often do.
"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.
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Her eyes blaze with want as she watches him, her hand moving in time with the ghostly finger thrusting into her ass. "I don't think you can stay away from my cunt, I think you'd make me scream with your tongue before you could stop yourself." She jumps in her seat, pinched by ghostly fingers, while another spirit thrusts into his ass insistently. "Balthier," Aerith bites her bottom lip, her hand slowing again. "I don't want to come without you."
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That ghost hand keeps work his ass, another clamping to run his hand faster and tighter on his cock, yet another cupping his balls, and he twitches against them, stomach muscles contracting as he keeps his eyes on her. "Would you settle for my mouth? I think you'd plead my name until I filled you with my cock."
Something changes, though, and the game seems to shift, her body tightening and that admission cutting straight through to -- something in him.
"I can oblige that request," he says, gentler than he means to.
The spirits seem uninterested in any pause, however, as the feeling of kisses and bites run up both their necks and down their thighs, the pressure in their asses increasing. Balthier cries out, managing to get to his feet. This is harder. Whatever's in his ass is so deep he's struggling to move his legs, hips thrusting as he makes a strangled sound. "Aerith--" His breathing is ragged, and something takes his hand, guiding it back to his cock. Across from him, she seems to be struggling just as much, and his entire body burns. "I want you."
There was supposed to be more, some fantasy to tease her with, some invitation for how they'd do this, but it's all he manages, and now it's been too long to correct it.
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The color on her cheeks stays where it is when she hears the need in Balthier's voice tip towards something a little softer, something that makes her heart race. The force driving into her ass puts on an unexpected burst of speed as she watches him get up, and though she's shivering from the brush of a nipping mouth running along the curve of her back, she too fights her way to her feet. Her hand slips free of her sex, only for her to be forced to stand still and gasp as she's filled by something else instead. "Balthier," she whimpers before squeezing her eyes closed, her hands swatting at the air around her. "Will you give me a second!"
The caresses don't let up, but she does what she can to move forward anyway, watching him stroke himself as she stretches a hand out to grab hold of his shoulder, yelping in surprise as she's shoved forward and made to press against him.
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"Let us be a moment," he echoes when she tells them to give her a second, voice stern and commanding. His captain's voice, not one he uses here much.
Their requests are met with Aerith crashing into him and no relent on the the hands' touch. Instinctively, protectively, he wraps around her. That's not how it actually happens, however, because the hands are shoving them together in a way they don't quite fit.
"Easy," he says. "If I promise we'll fuck, will you let us get situated?"
The pressure lets up -- not a lot -- but enough he can shift her a little. "Here, stand on your toes for me--hngh--" The hands at their asses have not, let up at all. When he opens his mouth again, he chokes, suddenly feeling very much like he's got a dick shoved down it.
Aerith's up, though, and a hand -- not hers, not his -- guides him onto her. The way she crashes against him, he's pretty sure a spirit pushed her. His hand slides down her thigh, encouraging it up, and he flushes as he thinks again of that day in the field.
There's something odd as he pulls her other legs up, besides the way the spirits push their asses toward each other, making him moan as pressure continues to twist in his ass. Aerith feels...lighter. They're holding her up.
Tentatively he moves his hands to her side, keeping a grip on her in case they drop her, but absolutely heady with getting to hold her to him like this with her high enough to thrust easily. Not that the spirits are giving him much choice on speed.
Still. He presses his cheek to hers, murmuring near her ear, "Come for me, my nymph. Loudly."
Not that he's far behind, crying out as she takes him tip to hilt, phantom hands teasing all over his body. Yet another experience he's never had before.
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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.
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"Aerith," he gasps between kisses, one hand shifting to squeeze her breast. "Gods I like seeing you like this." There are so many things he wants to do to her, so many memories of things he'd like to do again. The spirits helping is almost the worst tease, because he can't feel what's her or show her what's him, and it's driving him to kiss her harder, hold her where he can.
Her pitch changes and he holds her to him, murmuring her name as her cunt flutters and shifts. Her breathing changes, her gasps intensifying until they reach a place of freezing and her body arches against him. It's only a few moments longer before he's doing the same, cock shuddering as he climaxes, crying out at how good she feels, at how overwhelming the stimulation everywhere else is. Dizziness washes through him and he kisses her, gasping because the spirits aren't letting up, and both their oversensitive bodies are wobbling against the assault.
"We might have to make a run for it," he whispers, moaning as she thrusts against him yet again, slick with his cum sliding down them both.
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As spent as this trip to the sauna has left her, the help the spirits had lent in holding her up and keeping her sliding onto his length turn into more of a curse than a blessing as they continue to guide her just as needily as before her orgasm, her thighs tensing and twitching as she tries to anchor herself in place and fight against them by wrapping around him instead. "Yes," she whimpers, unwrapping one arm to swat the air around them. "Get off!" Aerith huffs, waiting until the second the guiding pressure on her hips tapers off before she climbs down, a little moan escaping her as she slips him out of her on her way to getting back on her feet.
"Come on!" Aerith keeps tight hold of Balthier's hand, crossing her free hand over her breasts as she pulls him towards the door. "Let's get back in the bath!" Now that they've given one another a reason to need it.
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That seems to do something, because she's managing to climb down, his own breath hissing out as she dismounts him, a weird sense of not having felt enough of her for having come. But he likes the way she takes his hand, the promise of less chaotic time coming down from this, and he follows after her, swatting at the hands still poking at his ass. "You're not going to get anything out of the front, spirits. You spent it already." Not that it doesn't make him stumble as they move to the door, more in discomfort than anything else. Another tries the same on Aerith. "I'm not sure they understand how this works."
They manage to get outside, the air stinging and cool after the heat of the sauna. Balthier hadn't realized he was panting trying to move past the spirits, and indeed as soon as they pass the threshold, those invisible hands drop off.
He doesn't really like this, the way they didn't get to find each other and ease into pleasure. Doesn't like the taste it leaves in his mouth. "Come here," he says, much more gently, tugging on Aerith's hand just enough to pull her back to him, and, now entirely in control of his faculties, backs her against the wall, pressing a kiss he's aware is slightly too long to her lips. "You alright?" he asks as he breaks it, hand cradling her neck, thumb against her cheek.
Protective, he realizes. He's feeling protective.
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Rocking back on her heels, she leans on the wall behind her as her arm slips around his shoulders and pulls him closer to her, ignoring the stretch of time that kiss lingers for, too centered on enjoying it. Settling against him comfortably she takes a slow breath before nodding. "Are you?" Pitching forward slightly Aerith rises onto her toes, nuzzling his cheek with hers before kissing his jawbone.
"Come on," Aerith catches his hand once more as she steps out of the embrace. "Now I really need a bath." Ignoring the way that comment makes her instantly wish they were back at her house and thus assured they would be alone for a while, she squeezes his hand gently before taking them the rest of the way back to the giant tub.
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When she takes his hand and asks for a bath, he laughs, relieved as much as amused. "Have you ever had to tell me twice on a bath?" he teases. His stomach feels strange though, being led -- naked, no less, and both covered in cum -- with his hand in hers.
They slip into the large tub, the water pleasant and hot. They aren't the only ones here, but they can get some privacy if they pitch their voices low. He slides over to a built in seat, spreading his thighs and tugging on her. "Come here," he says. "Let me clean you off." In the water, it's even easier to guide her to shit between his legs, leading her body to lean against him before he runs his hands on her thighs in big circular motions, wiping off some of their sticking fluids, but moreso massaging the muscles there.
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Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
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"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.