The sun had dropped behind the craggy tips of the cerulean mountains, illuminating the dusty haze that hung in the air about them. A milky sky overlooked The Goblet, heavy with banded sediments of colours that ran from reds and pinks into blues and purples until stars began twinkling through wispy ghosts of clouds trailing lazily across the sky. Crystal clear water splashed from above, directed into pools that ran between subsections of the housing district, leaving a constant hushing ambience in its wake.
With slothful steps three Miqo’te males made their way through the Brimming heart and past its soft-blue pointed aethercite along a short paved walkway to the communal home of their free company, a modest sized house in the heart of Thanalan with picturesque views of ravines hundreds of yalms below. One walked ahead by a few steps; a blue-haired boy by the name of Fluer’a Mhelte, a dragoon by trade. The heavy metal armour he sported for protection had been glamoured to be more comfortable, easier to move in, and all around more aesthetically pleasing. A ruffled sailor shirt hung loosely from his body, hemmed higher up on the sides and draping slightly more at the front and back in a crisp, clean white hue that lacked the grime of the dungeons through which he slayed his way with his friends by his side. A blue and white-striped neckerchief was part of the outfit, oversized and strewn over each shoulder with a bow draping over his front.
Behind him were two other member of Valhalla’s wish, the free company of which he was a member. Banyan, a dark-skinned Miqo’te tank draped in a long bodice and metal chest piece and Mura, their accompanying mage who sported a similarly shaped coat with nowhere near as much metal as Banyan. His long-feathered cap hid a feminine bespectacled face around which sleek black hair dripped.
Mura and Banyan chatted away while Fluer’a listened on and off, ready to kick off his shoes and relax after an exhausting day in Hingashi storming Kugane castle and beating their way past the mighty Yojimbo. Flure’a swung open the thick door to the embellished Free Company house and failed to hold it open for those behind him, calling out into the dim halls within.
“We’re back! Did you miss us, everyone?” Fluer’a’s tail flicked through the air back and forth as he held his hands aloft to no reply. Sitting at a circular table on the opposite end of the entrance hall with a gently steaming cup of tea was Hanzo Danzo, yet another Miqo’te male the Free Company had managed to count among its ranks. Through the dimmed light he raised his head to the door and peered to Fluer’a with blue and red dichromatic eyes like sapphire and ruby glinting in candlelight.
“That took you long enough. Where are the others?” Mura turned back to his book, flicking the page to the next and running his eyes along it before lazily scratching the scrap of hair protruding from his chin.
“That’s it? I missed you too.” Fluer’a huffed, skulking over to flop down in one of the chairs at the table. Banyan and Mura emerged from the door moments later finishing their discussion about Yojimbo’s fashion choices, or lack thereof. They strolled in with a wave and a nod to Mura who nodded back in reply, barely lifting his face from the book. With a sigh, knowing full well his peace and quiet was sullied, Hanzo closed the book and set it face down on the table before leaning back and picking up his tea.
“So what did you get up to?” Hanzo finally questioned to Fluer’a’s relief.
“We got through Kugane castle and picked up some goodies, and the tomestones of course.” Fluer’a replied, eyes locked on Hanzo.
“Any of these goodies particularly good?” Hanzo asked with piqued interest.
“He’s got his hands on something special that shouldn’t drop from there.” Mura interjected, listening in. Banyan leaned back against the cool stone wall near the two, eyeing Hanzo’s reaction.
“What, you got some raid gear from there or something?” Hanzo questioned Fluer’a with a raised eyebrow, his glasses twinkling reflections like the stars emerging outside. Before he could formulate a reply, Banyan goaded him with a foreboding smirk. “You should show him.” Mura’s face brightened and a smile cracked across his face at the idea. “Yes! I love it. Go - go change.” They’d both seen what had dropped, they knew a little fashion show could be fun. Hanzo had little choice but to play along, he was far too interested now.
“I think he’s right.” Hanzo purred, leaning back into the table and flashing a curled feline grin at Fluer’a. “Go ahead, get changed.” He continued, flicking his hand in a shooing motion. Fluer’a wanted to protest but having been running around adventuring all day he hadn’t the energy left. He just wanted to relax and rest, he needed time to recuperate. He tried to find the words to say no, but before he could figure out how to weasel out of it Mura and Banyan began escorting him to the stairs.
“Ok, fine, fine I’m going.” Fluer’a reached the bottom and took a moment to look back up as the door closed behind him, Mura and Banyan vanishing from sight. With a little huff he shuffled his feet and threw his fists down. He first removed his boots, followed by the knee-less leather slacks that adorned his legs and pulled out the loot he’d received earlier from the satchel hanging from his belt.
A scrunched up pair of blue panties that matched the shade of his neckerchief sat in his hand, begging to be worn. For a moment he simply stared at them, imagining what they’d think when they saw the scanty fabric around his legs. They were soft and silky but lacked the sheen of satin, soaking up the light that hit them like rubber. Fluer’a gave them a gentle tug open, examining them with his arms outstretched. They were stretchy and supple, but wouldn’t leave much to the imagination.
One leg at a time he donned the panties and pulled them high up. While the fabric was feather soft it was a tight fit, cupping his groin closely and biting into his cheeks. He loosened his sailor shirt over the top, pulling out a piece of the fabric that had gotten tucked into the side of the navy blue underwear. Before he made his way back upstairs to join the others he wanted to get a look himself, stepping over to a glass fronted cabinet that contained trinkets and baubles from their adventures together and admiring himself in the pale reflection.
Slutty. Fluer’a thought to himself, looking at them from the front. He wiggled his hips around, watching his member bob left and right tightly. He turned around and spun his head over his shoulder to check the back. Extra slutty. He really didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to have to show everybody his slender hairless legs in such a slutty pair of panties. His rounded, feminine bespectacled face and blue fur coupled with the sailor outfit already screamed gay man-cat without the panties, this was practically screaming penis me please.
With nervous frustration Fluer’a’s ear twitched and a scowl reached his brow. He trudged his way back upstairs and through the door back to the lounge area where the three Miqo’te awaited, sarcastically emerging with a half-hearted ‘ta-dah’ and lazily outstretched arms.
“Well, look at that.” Mura smirked as Fluer’a appeared, eyeing him up and down.
“You make a very pretty girl.” Banyan agreed with a deep chuckle.
Hanzo Danzo remained in his seat and watched carefully, eyeing the supple legs and taught butt on display. He opened his mouth to speak but paused for a moment.
“I thought you found something good.”
Fluer’a couldn’t believe it. They were good. A little tight and perhaps a little too showy but as he moved his legs around the movement was so free and unrestrained. It would make a great glamour at least.
“They are good!” He snapped, lifting one leg and then the other as high as he could. “Just look at this, you can’t move like this in clunky armour.”
“You don’t need to look like you’re made of Magitek to be protected.” Mura agreed with a twang of sarcasm, motioning to Fluer’a’s butt.
Hanzo couldn’t take his eyes off of Fluer’a prancing around with mild disapproval. He had been excited about his special booty from the castle, so he figured he’d let up a little and allow him to enjoy his panties. “You look good.” He purred with a coy smile. “They’re probably about as protective as tissue paper and you’ll have all the mobs chasing after you to take a bite out of those legs, but you look good.” Fluer’a blushed at the attention, the staring eyes. He felt pretty in these, maybe a little more girly than he’d thought but it felt so liberating not to be trapped in a cloth prison.
Banyan shifted his eyes to Mura and nodded his head silently towards the door. Mura pulled himself away from the table and stood, joining Banyan in walking to the door. “We’ll be back.”
“Going anywhere nice?” Hanzo asked, breaking his gaze from Fluer’a’s body for just a moment.
“Food.” Was all Banyan said in a monosyllabic grunt, already making his way out.
“And Ethers. Do you want me to grab you anything?” Mura added from halfway out the door. Hanzo shook his head but Fluer’a didn’t reply, his tail flicking away nervously. With a soft thud and a click the door closed. Hanzo slowly turned his head back to Fluer’a and instinctively gave a curled smile.
“Well, that was fun.”
“You’re so mean, I thought they were nice.” Fluer’a told him, sitting on the rim of the table.
“They’re special, that’s for sure. I will admit they do make your butt look peachy.” Hanzo added with a spark to his voice. He finally stood, pulling his chair back under the table. Fluer’a also stood and stretched with a heavy yawn, his limbs quaking quickly as they extended for a moment.
“If you’re all done teasing me, I’m going to take a nap.”
“Go ahead. There’s not much going on around here right now anyway.”
Fluer’a slowly shuffled his way to a room across from the lounge, Hanzo followed close behind. A plush double bed lay against the wall in the middle of the room, fluffy pillows inviting Fluer’a’s head to rest in their comfort. It looked so inviting to tired eyes. He strode over to the bed and flopped down on it on his front, embracing its soft luxury and rubbing his face into the sheets. From the doorway Hanzo watched, his eyes drawn to the tight ass in those little panties as Fluer’a’s legs drooped off the side of the bed. He had intended to let him sleep, but he found himself intuitively walking over to the bed.
Fluer’a’s butt looked so springy and smackable, it was too much to resist. Approaching from behind, Hanzo ran a hand up the back of Fluer’a’s leg. His skin was warm, and softer than he’d imagined. There was a muscular firmness that was hidden behind the softness of those toned, shapely legs. With a quick strike he lifted his hand and smacked it back down on Fluer’a’s ass, enjoying the satisfying ripple of flesh beneath the fabric and high pitched slapping sound that echoed around the chamber. Fluer’a’s ears pricked up immediately and his tail extended with surprise. He propped himself up on the bed on his forearms and elbows and turned his head to Hanzo.
“What was that for?!” he cried out with tired exacerbation.
“It’s too juicy not to.” Hanzo shrugged. He ran his hands along the back of his legs again, taking in the subtle lines and shape of it all, drawing his fingertips closer and closer to the stitching. Figuring he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, Hanzo sat on the bed and continued to explore Fluer’a, soon laying on the bed next to him.
“I guess I’m not sleeping any time soon.” He huffed. Hanzo stared at his face, his lips, all the while grabbing and squeezing Fluer’a’s butt, following the crease from between his legs up to his tail, letting it run through his fingers and enjoying the soft feeling of the fur, his own tail flicking lazily as his legs dangled off the bed too.
“In a world such as this, there’s too much fun to be had to sleep.” He muttered in a low half-whisper before shuffling in closer, drawing his eyes to a close and meeting his lips with Fluer’a’s. He was a little surprised, colour washing over his face and his eyes growing large.
“Hanzo…” he began, but he was silenced by another kiss that grew deeper as it continued. It wasn’t long before their mouths drew open and rough, gritty tongues explored the caverns of each other’s mouths. An exploring hand ran along Fluer’a’s side and along his spine, gripping him by the back of the neck as Hanzo reached his tongue into his mouth with a growing desperation. A pair of sharp fangs bit down on his bottom lip and drew it out, pulling at it before sealing lips with lips once more.
The hand at his neck now gripped the back of his head, tugging at a fistful of hair and pulling his neck back to reveal his neck. Hanzo’s warm breath tickled the skin there and sent twinkling sparks down his spine and through his body, bouncing around inside of him. The sharp fangs bit into Fluer’a’s neck, not hard enough to pierce the skin but enough to cause his body to arch and release a soft moan. With his jaws locked around his neck, Hanzo rolled Fluer’a onto his back and clambered on top of him, staring down with hooded eyes and the gaze of a hunting predator.
Fluer’a had an idea of where this was going, but the discomfort at the situation was suppressed by the feeling of it all. Hanzo’s touch was firm and warm, controlling but safe. He couldn’t find it within himself to say no, to say stop, and even if he did there was no guarantee it was going to happen. It was easier to roll with it and see what happened. Before he could realise it, his neckerchief was being untied by smooth, dexterous motions.
“I want to see more.” Hanzo smouldered, his eyes glittering as he stared at Fluer’a beneath him. With a delicate pinch he pulled the glasses from his face and set them aside, pulling the blue and white cloth from beneath him and tossing it to the floor. Hanzo leaned into his face with a loose mouth and Fluer’a echoed the motion to meet him with a kiss, but the black haired Miqo’te pulled to the side and drew his breath down the side of his neck, teasing him with the slightest touch of teeth as he went. He made his way to the front of Fluer’a’s sailor shirt, teeth around the buttons at its top pulling it open as he stared up to gauge the blue haired cat’s response. A heady mixture of fright and excitement refused to be hidden in his eyes as his pursed lips trembled vaguely.
Fluer’a could feel something nudging against his legs, probing his thighs as his shirt became unbuttoned. A hard, meaty mass cultivating in Hanzo’s trousers that slowly throbbed with desire. He realised things were getting dangerous now; that if this continued there would be no stopping what would come after. They were approaching the point of no return. From atop him, Hanzo pulled the Sailor shirt off of his body and tossed it onto the floor with his neckerchief into a crumpled pile of fabric. Without breaking eye contact, he slid off one boot after the other and managed to kick off his own, pulling at them one foot at a time. The bulking flesh that prodded at his thighs now moved up higher, pressing at his own caged member, nudging it into action.
Fluer’a’s cock started to swell, pushing against the fabric of his navy blue panties and reaching out to meet Hanzo’s. His heart beat faster and faster and his breath drew shallow as the world started to fall away from him, his mind focusing entirely on Hanzo’s touch. With expert flicks Hanzo’s tongue made its way across the lines of his neck and down his collarbone, the rough surface and warm saliva igniting his nervous system with popping fireworks along the entirety of his body, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
“Hanzo, we should stop.” Fluer’a interrupted meekly, writhing beneath him. He just continued, his coarse tongue making its way further down to toy with a nipple in circular motions. It quickly poked up and grew erect at the grainy touch, the sensitive skin demanding more. With light playful nibbles Hanzo worked his body until it began to buck and twist beneath him uncontrollably, erect cock threatening to burst out of the tight fabric.
He might have been saying to stop, but his body wasn’t. The warmth of his skin and the way he meweled and moaned said he wanted this more than anything. To stop now would be a disappointment, a missed opportunity.
Hanzo pushed himself up and flashed a toothy smirk as he started to rock his hips against Fluer’a, pushing and grinding his own dick against his, the hard flesh emanating heat through the layers of fabric left between them. As he rocked his hips back and forth Hanzo removed his own top and added it to the pile of discarded articles, taking Fluer’a by the wrists and pinning him down on the bed. He couldn’t stop himself now, not until he had what he wanted. His body screamed at him that he had to cum, he had to reach a satisfying conclusion here and the ancient, animalistic part of his brain took over.
Hanzo dragged himself lower along Fluer’a’s body, licking and nibbling his way down his sides until his lips wrapped around the top of the panties and pulled at them. Fluer’a’s dick throbbed against his cheek and he rubbed his face against it as he toyed with the boy beneath him. Precum soaked through the fibres, leaving a cool sticky mess seeping through against Hanzo’s cheek. Finally, he pulled the panties off and slid them down past his legs.
Hanzo started with long, slow flicks from his rough tongue from the base to the tip of Fluer’a’s throbbing penis, circling the tip of his tongue around his head. The blue Miqo’te’s hips thrust as desperation set in, the absolute need to receive pleasure. He didn’t have to wait long until Hanzo engulfed the entirety of his length in one big push, taking his cock into his mouth and then further down into his throat in one steady movement. With rhythmic accuracy Hanzo rocked back and forth, lifting and dropping his head around his dick all the while sucking and circling his tongue around it. Huffs and moans echoed around the room as breaths grew quicker, Fluer’a’s hips moving with harder and harder thrusts into Hanzo’s gaping maw.
With expert precision, Hanzo’s tongue flicked the ridge of the twitching, squirming cock that filled his mouth, tracing its edges and spinning around it until the blue boy’s voice called out in a muffled cry as he bit into his hand from the sensations overtaking him. The turgid meat in his mouth suddenly bucked and contracted and thick warm globs of salty cum erupted onto his tongue and coated the inside of his mouth.
With a groan and a grin Hanzo wiped his mouth on his arm and pulled himself back up above Fluer’a with a devilish smile about his face. Now it was his turn. He hastily worked his way out of his slacks and revealed his own phallus, erect and standing proud. A distinct fear filled Fluer’a at what was coming for the sheer size of it, but the thrill and excitement overwhelmed the dread.
Hanzo pulled his elbows beneath the smooth legs before him and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, lining up the tip of his dick to the puckered, pulsating tailhole before him. Leaning forward he dribbled the cum down onto his dick and used one hand to rub it around, lubricating himself and priming it for entry. He pushed, slowly at first, until he made his way in. He was met with a squeak as he widened the boy’s entrance, pushing past the initial resistance and using a few thrusts to force the entirety of his length inside. With each push Fluer’a moaned deeper and deeper, gasping at the size of the man inside of him. The air had grown heavy with the musky smell of sex and loud with their moans.
Hanzo began to pump away at the hole with teasing slowness, pumping in and waiting for a second before pulling back out, waiting before going back in and driving Fluer’a wild with the crushing need to be filled and pounded. The teasing thrusts didn’t last long as Hanzo succumbed to the sensations, leaning harder against his legs and pounding away at him. His torso and ballsack slapped against his buttocks again and again as he grunted and groaned at the tingling pleasure in his dick, reaching ever deeper inside of him.
Fluer’a’s back arched as the tip of Hanzo’s dick pushed and probed against his prostate, filling him with a unique pleasurable pressure and driving him completely wild. He gripped the fabric of the sheets, clinging on for dear life as his hole was violated. Hanzo’s groans became more laboured as he panted deeper, fucking with greater speed until Fluer’a felt his cock grow rock hard and twitch within his body until he gave four deep thrusts and grunted with a deep satisfaction, filling him with glob after glob of cum. The rocking finally stopped, and Hanzo pulled himself out. A pearly white dribble of semen followed and slowly drooled down onto Fluer’a’s coccyx.
The noises fell into quiet huffing as they both caught their breath, staring at each other and speaking in a language unspoken. Their senses rose to the sound of soft crunching and they turned their heads in unison to find Banyan leaning against the door frame, Tuna Miq’abob in hand. Mura leaned against a cupboard stacked with books, a half finished Kukuru rusk hanging from his mouth. As they turned to face him with an embarrassed concern awash their faces Mura burst into sarcastic applause.
“That was kinda hot.” Banyan muttered, taking a bite from the Kabob with an eyebrow raised.
Mura pulled the rusk from his mouth. “I guess those panties dropped again.”