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Finks sunk down onto the intricately embroidered cushions and rugs scattered around the campfire and looked up at the clear night sky over Rhalgr’s Reach. The sounds of her friends, both old and new, filled the air around her, joyful and carefree despite the struggles and sorrows of the world on their shoulders. The abiding camaraderie made her smile softly as she studied the patterns of the stars above, allowing her mind to wander freely. It felt good to relax for a moment, just enjoying the cool breeze of the evening, ever welcome after the stifling dry heat of a day spent in the dusty sun-blasted Fringes.
Glad that she had taken the time to find clothes more suitable to the dry desert biome, she sighed as she relished the feel of cool tendrils of air brushing across her skin like a tender caress, losing herself in pleasant memories of lovers both past and present. However she was almost immediately pulled from her reverie and yelped in shock as a wine skin landed on her stomach, accompanied by the chuckling from next to her as Lyse dropped down with a wave, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she grinned down at Finks.
“Alright?” The blonde asked as Finks sat up and uncorked the wineskin, taking a long swig before handing it over to her friend.
“Yeah, just enjoying the peace and quiet. Well, as much as is possible anyway.” Finks replied, looking meaningfully over at Alphinaud and Alisaie quarrelling loudly over something as M’naago was laughing helplessly, tail swinging back and forth lazily. She heard a small noise to the side of her, and noticed Lyse’s attention firmly on the miqo’te, eyes rapt and following the swish of the tail before taking a long swig on the wineskin. Finally noticing Finks’ smirk, the blond Midlander coughed awkwardly as she realised that she’d been caught staring, her tanned skin blushing darker on her cheeks as she closed her eyes and then sighed.
“They’re good kids, if a bit of a handful at times.” Lyse said softly, and Finks hummed in agreement, and then looked slyly at the blonde.
“Not as much of a handful as you might get if you’d actually pick up the courage to ask M’naago for a drink, I’d wager.” Finks smirked, only to earn a punch in the shoulder and a huffed snort of frustration and amusement from the highlander.
“Shut up!” Lyse hissed, looking over to the miqo’te in question in case she had heard, and blushing even harder as she then looked to the floor, drawing random patterns in the sand to the side of the rug she sat on. “You know I’m nervous about that kind of thing.”
“I know, Lyse, but you never know how it will go unless you try, and my instincts tell me that you’ll be pleasantly surprised if you just ask her.” Finks said quietly, gently, one hand reaching out to cover the other’s in support, and Lyse huffed another sigh even as Finks felt the buzz of her linkpearl going off and sat up a bit straighter as she answered the call.
“Finks? Oh thank the Fury I managed to get through to you. I’m not disturbing anything important I hope?” Aymeric’s rich voice came through into her ear, and she immediately felt a thrum of lust run through her at hearing his voice again. Smooth and rich and comforting, as if she were wrapped and restrained in velvets and silks, gossamer fine sparks of levin skittering across her skin. However, that feeling of want was tempered somewhat by the prickle at the back of her neck as she heard the tone of hesitant concern in his voice.
“Aymeric? No, you’re not disturbing me. What’s wrong?” Finks asked, a growing worry filling her mind even as she saw Lyse look over curiously as she jerked upright.
“I need your help with something personal... and somewhat urgent. Would you be able to come to my manor this evening? I know it’s an imposition and you’re involved with important issues right now, but I could really use your assistance.” Aymeric asked through the pearl, and Finks’ sense of disquiet only grew.
“Of course, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She replied and she could hear his sigh of relief as she terminated the call, her hand dropping from her ear and then looking over to Lyse, who had been watching with increasing interest.
“Everything okay?” She asked as Finks sighed and stood up, brushing some of the loose sand off her skirt.
“Not sure. You’ll be okay without me for a night, right?” Finks asked and Lyse nodded and then gave the small hyur a sly smirk.
“We’re stuck here waiting until Conrad gives us a decision so we’re in no rush. Why, did our favourite Lord Commander just booty call you?” Lyse asked, and Finks barked out a laugh and gave her a wink in return. The highlander’s loud chuckle in response rose through the air as Finks gave her a wave and headed to the Aetheryte and from there to Ishgard.
The cold of Ishgard hit her like a rolling front of an avalanche as she materialised in Foundation, and she immediately regretted not pulling a coat on. Her skimpy Ala Mhigan outfit may have been eminently suited to the balmy nights to the East, not so for the unnaturally freezing weather of Coerthas. Shivering, and with her teeth clattering together painfully, she hurriedly used the Aethernet to guide her to the Last Vigil, and from there she ran full pelt to Borel Manor, hoping that the servants would open the door quickly enough that she wouldn’t be an icicle on the doorstep when entrance was granted.
To her surprise it was not a servant that opened the door but the Lord of the Manor himself. He took one look at her pale shivering form and immediately yanked her into the manor, not a care for how it might appear to onlookers for the Lord Speaker to pull a half-naked woman – at least in Ishgard’s eyes – into his home.
“Finks! By Halone I’m so very glad you’re here!” He said, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight to his broad chest. Finks felt that comforting warmth that always blossomed when she was close to Aymeric, helping somewhat with the cold in her extremities as the shivering slowly subsided.
“Fury, you’re freezing!” Aymeric said, releasing her from his immediate embrace and instead rubbing her arms rapidly to bring some warmth back into her chilled skin.
“Yeah, I didn’t think to change before teleporting over here.” Finks huffed wryly, smiling up at him with a crooked grin on her lips.
“And while I’m not complaining about the view, I do seem to find myself questioning your incredibly dubious decision-making skills on this particular occasion.” Aymeric breathed, frantic strokes across her skin turning to softer caresses as he felt her skin warm under his hands, a mixture of concern and lust spreading across his fine features. Those captivating blue eyes darkened with lust as he took her appearance in fully, a small smile flickering at the corners of his lips.
“I was worried, you ass. You sounded unusually concerned, so I figured it was something more important than a ‘booty call’, as Lyse put it.” Finks retorted, plucking at the back of his shirt and placing her still cold hands flat on the bare skin at the small of his back in petty retribution.
The sound he made as he jumped at the shock of cold on sensitive skin was somewhere between a snort and a yelp, wholly graceless and entirely unsuited to the consummate politician that the rest of the world knew. That reaction, and the resulting string of imprecations so vile that they would make a sailor blush, was both adorable and extremely precious to Finks. Once again she found herself so very grateful that she was able to see this side of him, and that he entrusted his truest self to her so thoroughly and honestly. And then she was brought back to the present with a soft growl in her ear, sending a chill of an entirely different type down her spine.
“Talking of ass…” Aymeric breathed as his large hands found hers, gripping and squeezing as he lifted her up to his height and pressed her back against the broad expanse of the wooden door. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist to anchor her in place and she ground her hips slowly against him, emerald eyes locked to blue, and burning both to ash.
They both gasped at the motion as he bucked slightly forward, his eyes darkening even further as she felt her own flutter under the feeling of intense desire that roared through her. They gazed at each other with a need to be ever closer rushing through their veins, foreheads touching, noses nuzzling together and lips brushing against each other’s, feeling their breath intermingle between open mouths with a tingle of want sparking between them.
“Gods, how is it that I want you so much?” She breathed into his mouth, only to feel the vibration of his murmur of assent rumbling against her and setting the embers within her flaring to life with the soft puff of his breath against her lips. The space between them – infinitesimal as it was – was suddenly too much, and they crashed together, lips and tongue and breath entwining and intermingling, both desperate for more and fanning the flames of their passion.
Even as her hands – now warmer – continued to roam under the loose shirt he wore, delighting in the feel of his muscles rippling under her fingertips, he pushed her harder against the door and his own nails scraped lightly across the large expanses of flesh her unsuitable outfit afforded.
“Ever as much as I want you, my love.” He replied when they broke, reluctantly, for air, before delving back in, never enough, always wanting for more. Finks could feel the results of his growing desire pulsing between her spread legs, hot against her aching cunt, and with a wicked smirk she ground against him again, causing a most delicious groan of want to rip from his throat directly into her mouth. She could feel his hard cock twitch against the roll of her hips, restrained by leather breeches but thick and pressing inexorably against her all the same, and the small, sharp, bucking motion of his hips pushed against just the right spot of her aching cunt, driving her bliss ever higher.
“If you continue like this you’re going to make me come right here.” Finks moaned, her breath hitching as she felt his lips travel across her jaw and then down her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her throat and a deep chuckle drifting up as she felt the shape of his wicked smile against her skin.
“Hardly an incentive to make me stop.” He murmured into her throat, and she felt the brief sting of teeth biting into flesh, sending her reeling even as she felt him grinding into her harder. And then they both froze at the bone-chilling roar that emanated from below the building, sending the glass in the chandelier above them tinkling with the vibrations that stuttered and skittered across every surface.
“What the fuck was that?” Finks asked, as Aymeric reluctantly let her down to the floor.
“Ahh… That would be the reason for my call.” He said ruefully, rubbing the back of his head as she pulled herself from his grasp and started to walk to the door that led down to his basement.
“Sounds like you have a dragon trapped down there or something. What’s going on?” She replied, curious as she opened the door and started down the stone steps.
“Something like that.” He muttered quietly as he followed behind. Curiosity along with a growing dread filled her as she descended into the dimly lit stone chamber below the mansion, usually the domain of Aymeric’s not inconsiderable wine collection. Another roar echoed and bounced around the stone surrounding her, and as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned and gasped at the sight that greeted her.
For there, chained to the wall, was the Azure Dragoon, familiar and yet not at the same time. The tips of his silver hair brushed against his shoulders as it swept across his face, glowing golden in the hue of the flickering lamplight. Storm blue eyes were glazed over and filled with alien emotion. No, not alien, actually; it was a look wholly familiar to Finks but for the intensity within that compelling gaze, burning her from within and setting her pulse to racing. It was a look of pure want yet also somehow otherworldly; filled with lust, and insatiable, devouring, yearning.
His torso was also familiar, and her eyes roved over him, stepping forward and checking for new additions since she had seen him last. Scars and burns and marks familiar to Finks - some of them even of her own making - lay across his tanned skin like a canvas of his actions, of his life. She felt that burn deepen in her belly as she traced a line down a particularly familiar scar, and watched the way the muscles under his skin coiled and flexed and tensed under her touch. The heavy chains wrapped around his form clinked an accompaniment to his heavy breaths as his body writhed against the bonds. He raised his head to watch her face as she continued to check over his body, sniffing the air and growling low, eliciting the feeling of being in a room with a feral animal.
Finks felt her breath hitch in her throat, however, as she moved from the familiar to the unfamiliar and started to catalogue the changes wrought to Estinien's body, somehow. Large leathery wings protruded from his shoulder blades to spread flat across the wide stone wall behind him, also carefully chained in place and slowly and ever so slightly furling and unfurling with every flex of his rhomboid muscles, almost like bellows working at a forge. Twin horns of black curved out from under his silvery hair, shining as if carved roughly from onyx and curving back in towards the tips, pointed and lethal, and she gasped as she caught a glimpse of sharp fangs glinting in the dim light as he curled his lip back and growled at her. Hands pinioned between chains to his side, his usual callused and skilled fingers were replaced with claws blackened at the tips, and they flexed as his eyes never once moved from her, roving over her body hungrily.
With the remnants of a shirt hanging from his arms as if torn from his body, his leather breeches were in no better state, barely covering him, although Finks could already see some difference there even through the straining leather - an increase in girth most certainly, and enough to make her salivate even as she turned to Aymeric for an explanation.
“Estinien?! What– Why is he chained to the wall?” Finks demanded, and Aymeric grimaced before stepping to the other side of Estinien, laying his hand on the Dragoon’s cheek fondly.
“He requested it of me.” Aymeric replied softly, and Finks watched entranced as Estinien turned his head to nuzzle at the Lord Commander’s palm before an impossibly long tongue slipped out from between his lips to lick from wrist to fingertip, wrapping around the middle finger dextrously. Finks couldn’t stop the breath that puffed out from her lungs as her lust caught and flared within, even as she watched Aymeric’s eyes darken with lust and his breath become slightly ragged. She knew she should be worried, that horror at the situation should be the appropriate response, but instead she couldn’t help the way her body was reacting to this scene before her.
“Holy fuck.” She whispered, imagining all of the places that prehensile tongue could be put to good use, and she couldn’t help but notice the way she moistened at the thought of it. As if noticing her conflict, Aymeric turned and watched her with glowing eyes filling with need, dangerously seductive even as he continued to hold Estinien’s face in the palm of his hand.
“Pheromones, apparently. He’s releasing them unintentionally and they’re stronger, more effective, the closer we get. We should probably take a step back if we want to discuss matters properly.” Aymeric explained, although his voice was hoarse with desire and his expression told of a different want. With great difficulty, almost as if she were wading through molasses, Finks acquiesced to the Lord Commander’s suggestion and they took a few steps back. Estinien whined at their removal from his immediate vicinity, hips bucking and chains jangling as his eyes flicked from Finks to Aymeric and back again, that gloriously long tongue of his flicking out to lick his lips hungrily.
“Okay what the fuck is going on?” Finks hissed to Aymeric even as she felt the fog of desire in her head lift just enough that she could think clearly, although she could still feel her body reacting to the yearning want filling the room, more intense than it had ever been in the past.
“I don't know all of the details. I was taking a stroll around the Borel Manor gardens a few nights ago and Estinien, well, I guess the most apt term would be descended on me. I barely had time to get away before he was able to exert a modicum of control over himself, at which point he demanded that I chain him up before he lose himself again.” Aymeric explained, pouring out a glass of water from a nearby jug and then bringing it over to Estinien, letting the dragoon drink from it carefully.
“Want you both... Your smell... Driving me crazy...” Estinien interrupted, growling as he sniffed and nuzzled at Aymeric’s hair, almost as if it were difficult for him to form words, straining against his bonds.
“What happened? Why has he changed like this?” Finks asked as Aymeric stroked Estinien’s cheek and then returned to Finks, shaking his head as if trying to clear a path back to his restraint.
“It seems that after the possession of Nidhogg, certain draconic traits remained embedded within his aether. I spoke to Vidofnir as soon as I could, and it seems likely that the changes to his body, and his loss of control, are all due to the rather strong aetheric heat he's currently experiencing.”
“Heat? As in breeding cycle?”
“Yes. While not required in dragons, due to their ability to reproduce asexually, it does seem to have remained as an evolutionary remnant within them. Vidofnir has suggested that the possession merged draconic traits with mammalian traits, which resulted in a triggering of the heat function, stronger than usual, and which only his partner or - in our case - partners can help assuage.”
“Let me get this straight. You called me here, away from our preparations of war at Rhalgr’s Reach, so that I – we – can breed with Estinien to get him back to normal?”
“Uh… yes? When you put it that way, it is rather an odd request. I hasten to add that as this is due to possession and is not a real reproductive cycle, nothing… untoward… should result from it, and your usual birth controls should be satisfactory. That being said, of course if you don’t want to help then I’m sure –”
“–I’m in.” Finks interrupted, wide smile on his lips and her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and lust as she cast her eyes back over Estinien, his own resulting growl and wide smirk both predatory and increasingly alluring. She turned back to Aymeric with some difficulty, watching him struggle with his own increasing arousal. “How long is this going to last?”
“Vidofnir thinks anything from two days to a week.”
“Wow. Okay I better call Lyse then. Give me a second and then I’m all yours.” Finks’ grin was echoed in Aymeric’s own, and the low growl from the chained up dragoon at her declaration sent a bolt of levin down her spine directly to her cunt. Oh, this was going to be an interesting time, she thought as she walked up the stairs to call the highlander and make her excuses.
“Hey Lyse, how’re you?” Finks asked, reaching Lyse through linkpearl as she strode through the door of the basement and into the hallway of Borel Manor.
“We’re fine, just regaling M’naago with tales from the Little Solace... All that dancing…” Lyse replied brightly and Finks chuckled in remembrance.
“Listen, looks like I’m going to be here for more than a night – it actually may be up to a week? That going to be okay?” She asked with baited breath. She knew Lyse wasn’t likely to complain, but at the same time she knew how important their work was in Ala Mhigo when compared to what was happening downstairs in the Borel Manor, and the conflict within her was growing as she considered what she should do versus what her body called for, compelled from her with reckless abandon.
“Wow that’s some booty call! No worries Finks, M’naago reckons they’re gonna get us to do some chores around the place to try and curry favour with the people here while they make their decision. Seems fair that we do some of the leg work for once while you get to rest so come back when you can and I’ll keep you posted on Conrad’s decision if it happens earlier than we expect.”
“Tell her to take her time – it gives us the chance to look useful for once!” Finks heard Alisaie shout in the background and Finks laughed at the young elezen’s statement even as Lyse chuckled in response.
“Don’t worry about us, you just have some fun now.” Lyse said, and Finks could swear she heard the smirk in Lyse’s voice.
“Thanks Lyse, and you will let me know the moment anything comes up?” Finks asked, relief evident in her sigh, and Lyse hummed in agreement, and then seemed to get distracted by some hijinks between M’naago and Alisaie happening in the background.
“Okay yep sure thanks bye! Enjoy the sex!” Lyse shrieked distractedly, and Finks ended the call with a chuckle just as she heard Alisaie screech something about too much information. Shaking her head, she started back down the stairs to the basement, her excitement increasing with every step, and her arousal burning brighter and hotter than she had ever known it. She loosened some of the ties on her admittedly already sparse outfit, trying to feel some relief from the heat of her own skin, moisture already forming across her back and chest even in the chill of the Coerthan air that not even Ishgardian architecture was able to fully remove.
“Pheromones, it’s just the pheromones.” Finks muttered to herself as she continued her descent, and then her breath caught in her throat as she came across one of the more erotic sights she had ever seen. Estinien was still chained to the wall in this new draconic form, but now with the wreck of his breeches bunched around his ankles as Aymeric knelt between his legs, eagerly worshipping his altered cock with slick tongue and deft fingers. The wet sucking sounds bouncing and echoing across the thick stone walls were almost as arousing as the continuous low growl coming from Estinien. The dragoon was looking down at his lover with wild eyes filled with lust, body writhing against the chains that held him in place, hips bucking less than an ilm forward before the restraints stopped him moving any further.
Now with the chance to take a closer look at the changes that this heat-controlled transformation had wrought on Estinien’s already considerably-sized cock, Finks couldn’t help the small whine that involuntarily left her lips at the sight before her. The size of it had increased – both in girth and length – and while that was arousing in of itself, it wasn’t the most interesting change that had been made.
Lined with deep ridges and bumps running down the length and around the tip, and with a large bulge at the base, Finks couldn’t help but shiver with the idea of what it might feel like to take that entire cock. The very thought of it sent a shiver pulsing straight to her already soaked cunt, and she gasped at the throb that seemed to spread heat from her core to every part of her body, tingling with want and anticipation. It seemed that Aymeric had the same thought, one hand having pulled his cock from his breeches and fisting it slowly and tightly, as the other was wrapped around Estinien’s shaft. The Lord Commander’s eyes were closed in bliss as he laved his tongue along the ridged length before stretching his reddened lips over the tip and trying to fit as much as he could into his mouth with a muffled whimper of ecstasy.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Finks whispered, more to herself than anyone else, and then slid to her knees next to Aymeric, watching more closely as the Lord Commander bobbed his head down on Estinien’s cock. His strong slim fingers wrapped around as much of the rest as he could, his glorious blue eyes squeezed tightly shut as he struggled to take more into his mouth. Unable to stop herself, Finks weaved her fingers through his raven-black hair, only to watch Aymeric’s eyes pop wide open and stare at her pleadingly as he slid a little further onto the massive challenge before him.
“Is it good? Want more?” Finks breathed as she watched Aymeric’s beautifully blue eyes water, nostrils flaring desperately as he took in as much breath as he could without removing the cock from his drooling mouth. He nodded, another small beautiful whimper leaving those ruby-red lips stretched around the girth of Estinien’s new form, and Finks hummed and pushed his head forward – just a touch – and the furious bobbing of his throat, the resulting low grunt from above, was something she’d probably remember for the rest of her life. She looked up to Estinien, watching his eyes fixed on Aymeric’s lips wrapped around his cock, and the look of undisguised lust on his face made her burn with desire.
“Is that nice, Estinien? Do you like that?” She breathed lightly, and she saw his throat bob up and down as he struggled to see through the haze of his heat. Forgoing words, he instead nodded once, the lamplight glittering off the black horns parting his silver hair, but his eyes spoke of his rapture where his voice could not.
Returning her gaze back to Aymeric, she removed her hand after a few more seconds of watching him gulp and drool and swallow around the ridged cock, and he finally pulled himself off Estinien’s cock with a reluctant whine and a cough, spittle dribbling down his chin and tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he massaged his jaw, although his gaze was still fixed on the impressive length before him, wanton, needy. After a few more deep breaths to collect himself, wiping away his tears and spit both, he then watched Finks’ undisguisedly greedy gaze as she also stared at the dragoon’s beautiful cock before them, and Aymeric smiled wickedly as he continued to slowly stroke his own cock.
“Your turn?” He asked, and she nodded eagerly, her own tiny hyur hand reaching out and stroking Estinien’s cock as she looked up at the dragoon. Her hand couldn’t even reach around the girth of the shaft before her, and so she wrapped both hands around it and pumped it hard, once, delighting in the sharp growl she elicited as she stared into Estinien’s eyes. She felt Aymeric’s hand curl into her turquoise hair and she nodded as she opened her mouth wide, stretching it over the tip of Estinien’s cock and then loosening her throat, allowing Aymeric to guide her onto the dragoon’s cock slowly.
Whether it was because of the pheromones, or the novelty of the situation, or her own competitive nature, Finks found herself pushing herself deeper onto Estinien’s cock, pulling against the somewhat slower drive that Aymeric was providing. She cared not an onze for the way her hair pulled against the Lord Speaker’s grip, or the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, or how she had drool dripping from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow as much as she could. The feel of every ridge popping past her lips, every small nodule and bump rubbing against the roof of her mouth, the warmth of it, the muskiness of his pre-cum dripping across her tongue as she started to bob back and forth, it make her shiver with delight.
She only wished for more, that she could take all of him into her mouth, down her throat, and she ignored the insistent need for breath for as long as she could before thrusting her head back and off his beautiful cock when she felt her vision start to blacken at the edges. Aymeric was there, holding the back of her head carefully as she took deep, aching breaths, filling her deprived lungs even as she wanted nothing more than to dive back, to take more, to take it all.
“More. Gods, I want more.” Finks demanded, somewhat breathlessly, and Aymeric chuckled even as the chains clinked beside them as Estinien snapped his hips forward, speaking of his own agreement with that statement.
Smiling over at the Lord Commander, she smirked and reached back for Estinien’s cock, this time indicating for Aymeric to join her. And then, instead of them each taking turns trying fruitlessly but enjoyably to take as much of the dragoon as they could in their mouths, their lips instead met at the blunted end of that wonderful cock, tongues flickering together around the tip as they each sucked and licked and kissed around the head even as their fingers entwined around the shaft, both pulling up and down in tandem. The roar that was released from the dragoon and the squealing shriek of metal twisting against itself as his hips bucked forward against the chains, straining for more, spoke of his enjoyment as they kissed around his massive shaft.
“This is going to be one hell of a week.” Finks muttered as they came up for breath, and the hum of agreement from Aymeric, and the low snarl from Estinien above, only served to bring her excitement for the events to come even higher even as she reached for Aymeric, lips crashing together around Estinien’s cock once more.