Final Fantasy Frontier 78 (Patreon)

"Fine. So you've got a bit of bite in you. Would you have me praise you?" asked Merlwyb, holding her thumb up to her right nostril and snorting out a clot of blood from her left.

"Man, you're salt down to your bones..." remarked Andrew, equipping the Auto-Regen Ability to heal his blackened eye and bruised ribs. Merlwyb might be the type of woman who expected her men to be aggressive and forceful, but she didn't accept it one-sidedly.

"You're not exactly filled with sugar and honey," retorted Merlwyb, wiping blood from her mouth with a handkerchief. However, this wasn't her blood but the result of sinking her teeth into Andrew's shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Andrew donned his clothes, intending to leave before Merlwyb stopped him, stating, "Wait. Scour this mess before you depart. I've important matters to attend, so I'll away to cleanse this filth from my body."

"Whatever you say, thunder thighs," replied Andrew, shooing Merlwyb away with his hand. She snapped her teeth as if she were going to bite him, but Andrew's reactions were quicker, allowing him to flick her in the forehead before evading her attempts to grab and tackle him...

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"You're not participating in the upcoming operation...?" asked Andrew, speaking to Alisaie as she ground against his back with her sud-covered body and cleaned his front with her hands.

"Not directly," responded Alisaie, breathing a little heavily as she focused her efforts on Andrew's erect penis, explaining, "I assisted by providing information on Castrum Occidens, but my main focus is what lies beneath the fortification. There is a fragment of Dalamud, the lesser moon which once sealed Bahamut, and signs of an old Allagan system dating back to who knows when..."

"Ah...I might actually know something about that..." revealed Andrew, undercutting the significance of his words by casually rubbing his tail against Alisaie's ass and pussy.

Furrowing her brows, Alisaie asked, "Do you mean to tell me you won't speak unless I make myself 'accessible' to you...?"

"Nah, I just felt like rubbing my tail against your pussy," replied Andrew, snaking his tail between his back and Alisaie's body to continue rubbing against her as he explained, "If I remember things correctly, the Allagan system you're referring to is the location of an ancient spaceship as well as the place where Bahamut is attempting to regenerate itself. The name given to it within my memory is the 'Binding Coil of Bahamut.'"

Though Andrew's words struck her mind like lightning, Alisaie recovered quickly, exclaiming, "The Dreadwrym Primal yet lives...!?"

"Hey, no need to shout..." said Andrew, pulling the stunned Elezen to lay across his lap, silencing her struggling and response with a deep kiss that lasted well over a minute. Once she had calmed down, he snaked his right hand between her thighs, causing her to tense as he casually slipped his middle finger into her pussy, moving it in and out gently as he cradled her with his left arm.

"I get that this is supposed to be time allotted to strengthening our bond, but can't we speak normally...?" asked Alisaie, wearing a pouty expression as her cheeks became progressively ruddy.

"If that's what you want..." replied Andrew, extricating his finger from the slender beauty's insides but continuing to cradle her as he raised his gaze reflectively and said, "As for the Binding Coil of Bahamut...I recall it having five coils and being guarded by an enslaved wyrm called Twintania. There are also a ton of dragons in stasis, forced to keep Bahamut manifested..."

"Do you know long it will be before the Dreadwrym regenerates?" asked Alisaie, somehow feeling 'more' discomfited now that Andrew was simply cradling her in his arm.

Shaking his head, Andrew adopted a smile and replied, "In the 'memories' I possess, you, your brother, the Warrior of Light, and a handful of others intervened while it was basically just a head. Just keep doing what you've been doing, and things should work out..."

Furrowing her brows, Alisaie remarked, "You're concealing something..." in an accusatory tone.

"You're right," confessed Andrew, maintaining his smile as he appended, "But there are some things best discovered on your own. Just make sure you enter the coil with your brother and take your twin grimoires along for the ride. You'll need their power combined..."

Though Andrew's cryptic words filled her head with possibilities, Alisaie decided not to press him for information. Instead, after several seconds of silence, she asked, "How long do you intend to continue holding me like a babe...?"

"That depends," replied Andrew, his smile becoming cheeky as he asked, "How long do you plan to stay before running away?"

"I'm not running away..." protested Alisaie, appearing annoyed and slightly offended as she averted her eyes and expressed, "I simply do not wish to have intercourse. I'm also not certain I will remain a Proxy into perpetuity, so I intend to preserve my virtue for marriage..."

"You realize that saying that will only make me want to change your mind, right?" asked Andrew, raising his brows.

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Seeing Alisaie remain silent, refusing to acknowledge his words, Andrew felt slightly annoyed. He and Alisaie hadn't spent that much time together, but he considered them close. Hearing she might one day leave gave him the urge to relinquish her permissions on the spot...

Shaking such thoughts from his mind, Andrew moved Alisaie off of him before rising from the tub and saying, "Fine...if that's how you feel, we'll maintain a strictly 'business' relationship from now on. Unless you ask me to, I won't lay a finger on you..."

Rising from the water, Andrew floated away as Alisaie's gaze followed him, her pupils wavering as she opened her mouth and reached out but couldn't find the words to speak. She didn't intend to upset him, but as she was still young and they hardly knew each other, she didn't want to rush into things only to become a mere 'filler flower' within a bouquet of rare blossoms. After all, while she was an heiress of House Leveilleur, one of the wealthiest families in Sharlayan, she wasn't a Princess, much less a Queen...

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Hearing Alisaie emerge from the bathroom, Andrew stared at her from his position atop his bed, where he was lying down and using the combat sim laptop to prepare a training program. He didn't consider himself a violent person that would lash out at others, especially those he cared about, but smashing things in a simulation was different...

Though she had several minutes to dry herself, equip a change of clothes, and depart, Alisaie caused Andrew's expression to morph into a deadpan as she emerged from the bathroom wearing a familiar bunny suit.

"Seriously...?" asked Andrew.

Hanging her head, Alisaie brought her hand up to her chest, balling it into a weak fist as she replied, "It was never my intention to upset you...and I don't want us to separate on a bad note. Ill partings are bad omens..."

Seeing Alisaie's hurt expression, much of Andrew's anger evaporated, replaced by exasperation as he combed his fingers through his hair in a self-soothing gesture. It wasn't like he had abruptly stopped caring about the vexing Elezen, so after a deep breath, he opened his eyes and replied, "Fine..." before setting aside the laptop and asking, "What do you want to do?" as he sat cross-legged.

Clenching her hand tighter, Alisaie raised her gaze, but before she could speak, Andrew shook his head and said, "No. We'll have sex when you're ready. Doing it immediately after you stated you wanted to preserve your chastity would make us both feel like shit..."

"Then...what do you suggest...?" asked Alisaie, sporting a conflicted look as she gazed back at him with glistening eyes.

Shaking his head, Andrew's expression softened as he replied, "The best thing we can do right now is relax, take a nap, and cuddle. I mean, we just had a spat, and forced intimacy is rarely a good thing. Even more so when you use it as an apology or to try and overwrite a negative experience..."

Closing her eyes, Alisaie exhaled an emotional sigh before opening them, heading over to the bed, crawling into it, lying down, and allowing Andrew to embrace her from behind. She expected to feel his bulge press against her butt or his tail between her thighs, especially since she was wearing a bunny outfit, but Andrew just kissed the crown of her head before holding her in silence for several minutes. 

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Feeling uncomfortable, as she was used to being 'assertive' and having Andrew go along with her whims, Alisaie deliberated for nearly an hour before placing her hand atop his, slowly moving it from her diaphragm to her lower abdomen. She thought to guide it further but wanted Andrew to be the one to take the next step.

Though he didn't do so immediately, Andrew, feeling the faint, guiding pressure from Alisaie's hand, eventually did as she wanted, slipping his hand between her thighs and tentatively rubbing her pussy through the fabric of the bunny suit. When he did, she half-turned her body to meet his gaze, staring at him with a silent plea in her deep blue eyes.

Exhaling through his nose, Andrew adopted a faint, slightly helpless smile as he remarked, "There's my pampered Princess..." before leaning forward to silence Alisaie's response with a kiss. At the same time, he moved his hand from her pussy to her left breast, gently squeezing the modest mound and tracing the outline of her nipple as he slipped his tail between her legs. He could lift well over a ton with the dexterous appendage, so it bit deep into the fabric of Alisaie's leotard, parting her vulva as he used it as a faux dick to fuck her intercrurally.

Spreading her legs to make Andrew's job easier, Alisaie took things a step further by reaching down with her right hand, drawing aside the fabric of her leotard so he could stimulate her through her translucent silken hose. Andrew gave her a bit of a scare when he prodded her with the tip of his tail and wriggled it about, but he was simply wedging the fabric to tear it open and rub against her directly.

As the fur covering Andrew's tail bristled against her clit, Alisaie's body began to shudder with each of his movements.

'What was I thinking...?' Alisaie asked herself, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as Andrew's tongue entwined and danced with her own. She couldn't imagine doing these things with someone else, and even if she 'did' find someone years down the line, what was she to tell them? Even if she and Andrew never had sex, they would have shared a bed and performed all manner of lascivious acts together. Outside of a political marriage, what man would accept that his fiancee had willfully submitted her body to another...?

Interrupting Alisaie's thoughts, causing a sensual moan to emanate from her throat and the back of her nose, Andrew replaced his tail between her legs with his middle and ring fingers, sinking them deep into her pussy. It was his 'privilege' to gratify and indulge the women he associated with, so even if Alisaie wasn't ready to have sex, he was single-mindedly resolved to bring her to 'completion.'

Turning onto her back, Alisaie placed her feet on the bed and instinctually raised her hips. Andrew helped out by supporting her lower back with his tail, so it wasn't long before she began squirting, staining his hand and the bed with a mix of bodily fluids. In response, Andrew sank his fingers deep into her pussy, pressing and rubbing her most sensitive folds as he circled her erect clit with his thumb. He would normally ease up once she started squirting, but as he was still feeling frustrated, he decided to teach her a lesson by stringing together multiple orgasms. It was petty and passive-aggressive, sure, but he didn't want to send her off only for her to have to 'soothe' herself with masturbation...

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