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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Ein Kebia[/u]]<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">[Cornelia Plains - Midland Gate]</span><br/>
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Tifa had been glancing to the kitchen door every few moments or so but as the two of them got more and more into their play she began to concern herself less and less with that little detail.  She leaned slightly, her breathing deepening, interrupted every so often by little soft gasps as he played with her breasts and she in turn slowly stroked his hardened cock.  <br/>
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"You've got some swelling here...  Might need some 'closer attention'..."  She couldn't really turn around to wink at him, but the tone of her voice gave the impression of such anyways.  She was quite enjoying toying with Ein, inexperienced as he was.  She did care for him of course, but it was just so much fun!<br/>
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"I knew it!"<br/>
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Rikku's voice cut across the play and Tifa squawked in outrage, nearly toppling the two of them over before she managed to right the chair.  The Brunette rallied remarkably fast, covering her breasts with one hand as she glared haughtily at the blonde intruder grinning at the two of them.  "Aren't you supposed to be making dinner?!  Quit Peeping!"  <br/>
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"But the stew is just heating now, and besides, I wanted a turn too!"  Clearly there's been some talking going on that Ein didn't know about, and possibly something of a disagreement as well, although it seems to be sort of resolved?  Rikku certainly seems to take the whole thing in stride, pushing down her bottoms and panties in one motion.  "I can just watch for now though, don't mind me!"  Tifa sputters as Rikku sits to one side, and Ein can see her spread her legs, idly touching between them as she takes in the two of them...</div>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969">[Mirage Sandsea - Southern Pass Gate]</span><br/>
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"Just one more."  Lightning muttered, navigating one final stretch of floating rocks with a series of running stumbling leaps before landing on the island and setting off towards it's grove of trees from which the lonely river emerged.  <br/>
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As it turned out, the source was a small pool, fed by what appeared to be a spring and around which a campsite had been set out, complete with tents, bedrolls, benches, a low wooden trestle table, and a firepit with a small collection of dried logs stashed next to it.  <br/>
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Lightning sat down near the firepit with a sigh, rubbing her leg gingerly as she delved into the stream, as though searching for something.  a moment later, she hauled up a net, within which were tangled not fish but rather a number of various foodstuffs, preserved by the chill of the water?  Perhaps...<br/>
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Where was the water coming from anyways?<br/>
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"Food and Shelter, though I suppose you technically need neither."  Lightning explained quietly.  "We can rest here a time, though Chaos' servants may yet seek to follow us, even into this place."</div>
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Both women were going full bore now, Rydia swallowing and performing some interesting convulsions that set the muscles of her throat squeezing around his shaft in pulsing waves on her turns while Fran alternated between letting that quick tongue of hers toy with his head and toy with his sac while her hands provided steady stroking rhythm along his spit-slick thickness.  Fran got the first drop of his Pre-cum, Rydia eagerly swallowed the next, but despite both of their efforts the little breaks, the minute downtimes between one and the other left both of them just short of pushing Gauthiant over the edge.  <br/>
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It got to the point that both of them wanted to make him cum, and Fran was the one who technically broke the rules first.  The lapine woman reach under Rydia's chin as the green-clad mage fucked her throat on Gauthiant's length and started warming him up for her next turn with soft caresses, only for Rydia to catch on.  The mage refused to give up her turn, and rather than make a real fight of it, Fran simply put her mouth to work as well with a frustrated growl.  The talented tongue playing over his nuts while the tight throat pulsed and slid against hist shaft, neither stopping at the ten second mark but continuing?  Gauthiant wasn't going to be holding on much longer, that much was for sure!<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6b8e23">[Melmond Fens - Southwestern Shore Gate]</span><br/>
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The mountains were colder still, and desolate besides, their slopes snowswept and their winds cutting.  Before long, Michael was struggling to climb, and he was beginning to tire too.  He had been walking for a long time without any rest, which was beginning to take a toll on him.<br/>
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He could see the peak, but if he pressed on much longer, he might pass out, and up here in this cold, that would mean almost certain death.<br/>
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A pair of black feathers drifted in the winds before his eyes, like strange and misshapen snowflakes...  Was he hallucinating?</div>
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