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On the sunny shores of Costa del Sol, an Elezen man lay sprawled on the sand, clad in naught but shaded glasses and black summer trunks that left so little to the imagination that he may have been less provocative simply going nude. In arm’s reach, an opened coconut which held a deliciously drunken beverage.
Though the Scions mourned the loss of Moenbryda, the Warrior of Light celebrated. Defeating an Ascian- no, definitively sending an Ascian to his final death was no small feat, as he’d learned with Lahabrea’s return. He deserved his little treat.
He picked up his coconut, held the straw to his lips, and drank of the sweet, boozy concoction within. Alcohol, coconut milk, and fruit juices - the sweet taste of paradise. Little could taste better than this.
“Elezen!” A deep, feminine voice called out near him. He cocked his eyebrows and sat up to see the source of the voice. “Laying about all on your own?”
To his surprise, a Roegadyn woman approached. Gigantically tall - tall enough to tower over even his enormous frame. As pale as the very beach he lay upon. Built like Behemoth, with a wild and spiky mane to compliment the comparison. And, like him, she was clad in the skimpiest swimwear one could even fathom bringing to the beach.
The Warrior of Light squinted at her and took a second sip of his drink.
“Bloefhisyn? That you, Merlwyb?” He chuckled.
Lahabrea forced herself to smirk. “Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, Eleze- Wait a minute...”
She stepped in front of the Warrior of Light and took a look over him. Two-tone pompadour. Countless purple freckles. Elezen with ears bigger than forehead. Tallest twink she’d ever seen. Hung and flaunting it... she made special care to linger her gaze on his groin, just to sell the performance.
“Are you talk of the realm, slayer of Primals, hero on everyone’s lips right now, the Warrior of Light?” Lahabrea did everything in her power to sell just how impressed she was at his accomplishments.
He smirked and propped himself up a bit. “Depends on who’s asking! Adoring fan, rival pirate, or Garlean assassin?”
“Can I pick the last one? I love roleplay.” She chuckled. “I was looking to see if you could be a paying client. Lots of rich folk out here who would kill for a chance at this ass. But, since I think every single person in La Noscea owes you a debt of gratitude right now, I’d be willing to give you a free sample, if you’re interested.”
He laughed to himself and took another sip of his drink. “This is the easiest setup I’ve heard in my life. I’d be stupid to say no. Which makes me feel like this is a trap and you are a Garlean assassin sent to do me in.”
“Care to play your odds then?”
The Warrior of Light nodded his consent and got up from the sands. The Roegadyn woman led him further north up the beach to a more secluded spot - the archway before Hidden Falls. Every exaggeratedly sexual step shook the highly toned woman’s perfectly sculpted ass.
Nothing on this beautiful woman gave any tells for her motivation in seducing him. No incriminating tattoo on an inconspicuous part of her body, no scars that told of any particular battle... Nothing. She was practically a blank slate of promiscuity and promise. And that perfection was what tipped the Warrior of Light off about her.
He cleared his throat. “You know, I’m incredibly well acquainted with the courtesans of Limsa Lominsa. And the courtesans of La Noscea. And I’m familiarized with our prostitution guild; practically a regular. I’ve even worked for them two or three dozen times. But I’ve never seen you before - I’d recognize abs and biceps like that.”
Lahabrea hesitated for a single moment as she sought an excuse, but regained her confidence, pompously cocked an arm on her hip, and looked back at him. “I’m flattered! I worked very hard to get this perfect - not everyone appreciates the effort.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” He smirked. “You’re not from around here, is what I’m saying. And you don’t sound too foreign. So you’re clearly a spy, or you’re an assassin, and I don’t care which.”
He ran a hand up her back, slipped a fingernail under the loose knot of her bikini, tugged on it, and the strings on her top came loose. With a playful smile, he jogged a few steps past her, turned back, and tucked his fingers into the drawstrings on the sides of his trunks.
“If you’re here to kill me, I think I’m okay with that - so long as you promise to make good on that offer before the knives are out.” Punctuating his statement, the large bulge protruding from his swimsuit visibly pulsed at the mere insinuation of the offer.
Lahabrea chuckled, shrugged her shoulders, and allowed the loosened top to fall to the sand below. Then, once topless, she pulled on the string for her tanga. With virtually no effort whatsoever, she was completely stripped nude for him.
Disrobed as she was, he took in her body. The exaggerated perfection of her form extended even to what lay beneath her clothes. A perfectly sculpted mound with a thin layer of hair. Loose, ever-so-slightly sagging labia. Pert breasts, though gravity’s effect on them was ever so slightly pronounced. All telltale signs that she was, apparently, older than she let on. Exactly the type that appealed to him most.
As she let him take in her body, she adopted a callous grin. “I think I can take that offer. Not everyone in Doma gets to say they fucked the Warrior of Light. Even fewer say they fought him and lived to tell the tale!”
The Warrior of Light smirked. With a pull on the strings at his sides, his swim trunks fell down, baring himself to his partner and supposed combatant. The greyish-pale Elezen’s shaft dangled between his legs. His crotch was naturally hairless and carefully tended to by skincare products. Perfectly smooth skin, punctuated by a dick that stood eight inches at semi-erect.
“Now, are we doing a give-and-take thing? Sixty-nine? What’s on the mind, mystery woman?”
“How about this:” Lahabrea turned on the charm. “I’ve heard what makes your heart pound quickest. I know you long to melt in the hands of a confident, dominant, powerful woman. I know there’s two words that your heart flutters at the mere mention of; even hearing them intended for other women hits you with splash damage. And I know that behind all of the rumors of you crossdressing for fun, clad in skimpy bunny costumes fresh from the Golden Saucer, flaunting your skin for everyone to see, there’s a deep, dark, unassailable truth in your soul that you don’t even let yourself admit.”
Fear crept into the Elezen. Fear that made his dick throb harder than it had ever throbbed in his life. He felt like his cock was a full fulm of throbbing want, even though he was only a hair under nine ilms. A show-er, not a grower.
The Roegadyn Lahabrea sultrily traced her feet through the sand as she approached him. The way he’d begun to sweat at the very notion of her knowing his truth brought a deep, visceral satisfaction in her chest. The level of control over him - even implicit - made her body burn. The dribble of fluids down her thigh only reinforced in Lahabrea’s mind how good it felt to be in control.
“So we’re going to play by my rules for this, little Elezen. Because I know what you want best..” She smirked and turned her chin up at him. “Now you’re going to get on your knees, look me in the eyes, and beg me to straddle your face.”
The Warrior of Light shivered despite the summer heat. He didn’t just want to follow her orders, the submissive streak in him told him he had to follow her orders. And with his cock pulsing and drooling precum at full mast, he knelt down before her, looked her in the eyes from his position of prostration, and forced himself to smile at her.
“Might you... please... sit on my face?”
Lahabrea grinned. The lesser beings begging for mercy was usually satisfying in its own right, but them begging she give them succor from their irrepressible urges was another joy all its own. She laughed to herself, reached between her legs, and spread her lips apart.
“Good girl.”
The Warrior of Light blushed, audibly whimpered, and screwed his eyes shut at the gender-affirming praise. With her proverbial belly exposed, Lahabrea straddled her face and bade her dig in.
The Elezen couldn’t help but oblige. Her mind was firmly in the domain of fantasy now - and in her fantasies, she was a needy, lustful, carnally-bound woman. To have a perfectly middle-aged dominatrix so handily tell what her wants, needs, and innermost cravings were and pull them so effortlessly to the surface felt liberating. More liberating than any wanton act prior had given.
Yet something about her felt wrong,, as she learned the moment cunnilingus started. As soon as the Elezen’s tongue had lapped at the sticky, slimy folds of her partner’s sex, she felt her whole form shiver, and what few hairs she had that weren’t on her head stood on end. Goosebumps rippled across her entire form. Yes, her cunt tasted like a middle-aged Roegadyn woman’s cunt - not the most common of tastes, but the Warrior of Light had at least some degree of experience with that exact combination in her times with the prostitute’s guild - but every dripping that she lapped up tasted of more.
More in a way she couldn’t place. In a way she couldn’t feasibly understand. She just felt, deep in her soul, that in tasting this woman’s pussy, in dragging her tongue from hole to clit and swallowing the juices she’d rightly earned from it, that she was signing away the lease on her old life. In a bad way, but also in the best way she could ever imagine.
Her old life. Some part of that thought gave pause to her. Her old life... Why would a woman’s cunt make her suddenly aware of her life changing, let alone draw the line at “before she’d munched her carpet” and “after she’d munched her carpet?”
“I didn’t say you could stop, hero.” The Roegadyn reminded. She reached down, gently stroked one of her long, pointy ears, then grabbed the back of her head and mashed her against her mound. “Satisfy me!”
Per her command, the Warrior of Light let slip the concerns from her mind. Whether the strange sensations washing over her - which even then made the light in her chest feel strange and fluttery - would amount to anything could only be revealed with time. And concerns for the future were second to the satisfaction of the woman riding her face.
She had to prove what a good girl she was to warrant her title, after all.
The dutiful Elezen pushed her chin up against the Roe’s folds, dragged her tongue in a zagging pattern over her soul-fulfilling folds, and gathered her mouth on the hood of her clitoris. She kissed the hood, ever so gently suckled, and slurped her tongue right up onto the tip of her partially exposed clitoris.
Emanations of pleasure rolled through Lahabrea. She didn’t dare moan in bliss - it would demean an Ascian of her position to even profess to be enjoying such amateurish oral ministrations - but she had spent so long in possession of male bodies that the sensation of feminine bliss, even through the lens of an inferior being as this, sent squirmy ripples through her.
“Yes, yes, there you go. Good girl, good girl. Right there.” She cooed in carnal satisfaction. The ensuing vibrations from the gender-affirmed woman between her thighs moaning in bliss at being praised sent further shivers through the Ascian’s body.
The Elezen continued her oral efforts on Lahabrea’s clit. She suckled, licked, slurped, and kissed the sensitive button, all the while growing ever greedier, needier, and lustier by the passing second. The slurping efforts she was taking to satisfy the Ascian-in-disguise had turned her dribbling cunt into a borderline faucet, constantly leaking and oozing her feminine juices which now dribbled down the obedient submissive’s chin. Every drip of the aetherically-dense fluids that lapped onto her tongue, however, had an unknown effect on her soul.
With every oozing droplet of the Ascian’s cum swallowed, the aetheric balance within the Warrior of Light tilted. Shifted. Tainted. The polar draw of Lahabrea’s Astral aether dragged the Elezen’s own weaker aether further and further from Light. Closer and closer to Darkness. Every droplet of liquid pleasure corrupted, twisted, and tainted the Hydaelyn-protected aether in the Goddess’s chosen.
And now, from having her clit nibbled, Lahabrea was close. So, so very close to her orgasm. To drenching the Warrior of Light with her cum and, in that act, defiling Hydaelyn’s control. Twisting her free from the yoke of the traitor Goddess and towards the control of the One True God. All Lahabrea had to do was make the slut between her legs swallow.
“Close now, dear! So, so very close.” Lahabrea resumed her act of being naught more than a well-versed Roe. “Move your mouth a bit further down, hero, and open wide. Good girls swallow, and I want to see you do the same.”
With cunt on her lips and obedience on her mind, the Warrior of Light slid her mouth downward. Per her mistress’ command, she opened her mouth, pressed her face taut to the mystery woman’s labia, and flicked her tongue across her sex.
Lahabrea moaned in bliss in spite of herself. She was right there, right on the edge of orgasm. All she needed to do...
“Good girl. Very attentive and obedient, aren’t you?” She taunted the pussy-slave who simply replied with a moan. “You deserve a little reward. So how... about...”
Lahabrea bucked her hips forward, ground her pussy against her lay’s face, and hit the edge of cumming. Her orgasm rolled through her body from her core outwards, and just before she started squirting, she held a hand up before her face.
The Ascian concentrated, clenched her fist, and summoned forth her glowing red mask. She ripped her inhibitor off, and with it, her true identity came to light.
“The truth!”
The Eorzean’s eyes shot open at her mistress’ reveal. She dug her hands into the Ascian’s thighs and attempted to push back, but the Ascian merely gripped the back of her head and held her firmly in place - where she belonged. As the Elezen thrashed and moan-yelled against the Ascian’s sex, Lahabrea squirted, and her potent orgasmic fluids flooded the Warrior of Light’s mouth.
The Warrior of Light wanted to scream. In confusion. In betrayal. In sheer and utter hatred for her trust being violated. In anything. But ultimately, when the Ascian’s fluids flooded her mouth and the intoxicatingly delectable aether-rich jizz washed her taste buds, the thing she wanted to do more than resisting was simple, affirming, familiar, and right.
She swallowed. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. Even as she felt the corruptive influence of the nearly addictive juices washing through her soul, she did not stop drinking of her enemy’s gift. Even as she felt the power of the Light fading from her body, she didn’t dare pull her mouth back. She slurped the Ascian’s pussy clean, and when Lahabrea’s grip on her head finally relented, she didn’t reel back, but instead painstakingly licked her partner’s orifice clean from bottom to top until the only juices she recognized on her were Roegadyn sweat and her own saliva.
Finally, with her duty to the Ascian properly finished, she permitted herself pull back from Lahabrea.
Her cheeks were drenched with the Roegadyn woman’s juices. Even her bare chest had dribbles of fluids spattering it from where it had drooled during the very messy cunnilingus. And she bore the most vicious of scowls she’d ever mustered in her life upon her cheeks.
“Lahabrea.” The Elezen coughed - it was strange for her to hear her deep, masculine voice again. It felt so, so very wrong.
“Shocked? Appalled? Betrayed?” Lahabrea cackled. “You were so enticed by the promise of sex that you believed I was an assassin out to slaughter you who wanted a round in first! How naive! How pathetically, comedically naive! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Disappointed.” She made no effort to move or get up from her seated position under the Ascian. “I would have preferred the chance to fuck one of your ilk without the games.”
Lahabrea ceased her cackling at that. “Ah ha ha he... What?”
The Warrior of Light looked away from the Ascian with a flush on her face. She focused less on the Ascian and more on the feelings shifting and swirling in her gut. How her hatred for the Ascians was slowly warping, shifting, and perverting into a game of push and pull - and how in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to refer to herself as a man anymore.
Lahabrea took one step back and looked down at her. Her cock was still fully erect, rock hard, and throbbing from the teasing she’d received. Even the reveal of her lay being an Ascian - being Lahabrea herself - hadn’t diminished her erection in the slightest.
“... Oh, by Zodiark, you’re not kidding, huh?” The confused look on her face gave way to a wide smile. “You would have consented to defilement had I come clad in the robes of my kind with my intentions laid bare, wouldn’t you?”
The Warrior of Light didn’t respond. The way her heart fluttered, however, told her deep down that she would’ve said yes.
“How lowly! Cavorting with your foe just for the chance to feel something!” Lahabrea crouched down before her, grabbed the pouting Elezen by the chin, and turned her to look her eye to eye, through the glowing veil covering her face. “Well, I certainly felt something when I called you your favourite little name. I felt it in the way you whimpered and moaned into my cunt just from having a taste of the satisfaction that a true peer could provide you. And I want you to stew on what you felt when I called you that. Fester on the sensations it leaves in your body, that you might fully embrace the change that your soul practically screams for. And remember that it was an Ascian who first helped you understand that you...”
She leaned close to the Elezen’s ear and whispered huskily into it, “... are a very good girl.”
The Warrior of Light’s goosebumps returned with a vengeance, and her whole body shivered at the compliment. Lahabrea, satisfied with the damage they’d done to their foe, stood, stepped off them, and walked in the direction of Costa del Sol again.
“Till we meet next, hero.”
Aether, ozone, and lightning crackled as the Ascian ripped a portal into being to carry them far away from the Elezen they’d just ruined.
The Warrior of Light sat there in total silence for a minute, then two, then ten, then an hour. Countless thoughts roiled in their head. All of them reexamining her life. What it meant. How she felt. Why she felt that way. All juxtaposed with the sudden, life-changing resolution that the Ascian had graced her with.
She didn’t know what to think of it nor what to do. All she knew, most of all, was that she wanted to meet an Ascian on these terms again. And second most of all, she needed to buy a Fantasia.