"WIIIIINTEEEER! WHAT IN RHALIK'S NAME HAVE YOU DONE NOW?!"
"Ah, Papalymo, it's good to see you well."
"FORGET ABOUT THAT! SHOW ME! SHOW ME QUICKLY!"
Like a fiend scratching his neck and begging for a fix, Papalymo popped up at my workshop suddenly demanding my research notes. The Lalafell was practically frothing at the mouth and I didn't want to get bitten for no reason. Lalafell rabies were no joke.
"My notes should be that stack th-"
WHOOM
A black and yellow blur flickered past my eyes and made me dizzy. Was I in a cartoon? Why could he move so fast?
"Hm..."
Papalymo wasted no time and began pouring over the Runes I had come back with from Matoya. There were many, but for them to be truly useful, I had to create the proper instruction set. I ended up following the path of my Dynamis by basing the Runes off of existing spell formulas rather than mashing them together until the heat death of the universe.
It was like guessing a 6 digit combination. Could you sit there at the keypad and input all 1 million combinations? Sure. But if you already knew 3 of the digits, more than half of the work is done for you. It'd be foolish to make everything from scratch.
"Hells..."
Master Matoya explained that technically Runes could be carved into paper with a special paste applied atop beforehand, I already forgot the name, but the paste could resist ambient amounts of Aether. Likely concentrated amounts as well. But now that I've moved to inscribing stones, the practice was largely redundant.
"CRYSTAL? TWELVE BE GOOD!"
Papalymo yelled that to no one in particular. I was close to a breakthrough in my research for sure, a better way to construct runes, but it was far to early to know for certain if the idea held any weight.
Honestly I needed a vacation. Sometime to step away from my work and refresh my senses.
"Have you ever been to Costa del Sol, Papalymo?"
"Hrm? That sunken hole of a beach? Thousands of malms of beach front, and you're curious about the one no one ever thinks about?"
"Seriously? No one?"
"No one. Now, come here, you MUSTNEEDS explain this conduction concept to me!"
---
Costa del Sol, or the Coast of the Sun, was inspired by a location of the same name in Final Fantasy VII, which in turn was inspired by a beautiful tourist destination in Spain. Before the Calamity, the beach that players knew so well was infact, just a small and secluded cove.
It was still a bit cold. We had all been busy these past two months, so despite the chill, we came to bathe in the sun and sea spray anyways.
Minfilia had received a letter from Master Louisoix, explaining the power she possessed, and encouraging her to seek out those who have similar abilities. The Echo's name was finally uttered.
---
"What shall I do...?"
It wasn't often I could find doubt in my Minfilia's heart. As she sat in my lap, I could see her visibly pondering, tilting her head and pinching her chin.
Especially when thinking, my Minfilia was very cute~
I had been poking at this idea of the Echo and its powers for a long time. That letter wasn't just a bid to create the organization for fun. Louisoix had an intent behind it. Gather a bunch of your super powered friends in one place and protect them. Something about this power being a gift from the Twelve.
I had only skimmed it as my Minfilia read way too fast for me to keep up. When she flipped the page, I massaged her massive tits in protest, but only got a sweet suckling kiss as an apology. I gave up reading and ended up filling in the gaps with my ill gained knowledge.
"It sounds unpleasant. Must I truly do such a tiring thing?"
In her confusion, my Minfilia was blunt. I didn't think the story would branch off in this way, and I was hesitant to move it back. I had read far too many of those novels. But I couldn't just let the Path of the Twelve not exist. This organization would evolve into the Scions somehow. Without the Scions, the Primals, Garleans, Ascians, and perhaps worse, wouldn't be slain.
"Winter Winter~"
"Hm?"
"Pray, share your thoughts?"
Minfilia leaned her naked body into me, giving me the privilege of bearing her body weight and indulging in her beautiful curves. The familiar scent of wild berries touched the depths of my lungs and filled me with life.
"Well... I told you about Ysayle, she shared similar dreams. I was wondering if there were more people out there just like her. Afraid of the Echo and unable to understand what it means."
Minfilia tilted her head slightly in thought. It would take her longer to come to an answer. I would have to deal with the consequences if she didn't choose to follow Louisoix's suggestion. The most likely way I'd do that was to lead the Path of the Twelve myself, though I really didn't want to.
---
Kan-E had been getting more questions asking, or rather, begging for her presence in Gridania. E-Sumi-Yan was disappearing for longer stretches of time and a lot of critical actions needed the word of one in her position. O-App-Pesi wasn't much better, constantly negotiating to keep Ramuh in check. They even stared searching me out for answers.
---
"Sir Winter, have you seen the Seedseer?"
"huff Miss Kan-E-Senna? puff I'm afraid not."
I grunted that with slight impatience in my voice to the idiot on the other side of my office door. At the time, I was annoyed to be interrupted for what seemed like nothing.
"Sigh Very well."
That was a lie of course. The Kan-E they were looking for, had her eyes rolled into the back of her head, cumming non-stop while I pumped yet another load into her slick twat. I had her on her back, being held up by her incredibly wide and seductive hips, fully impaled on my length and unmoving.
Puuuuuump-spluuuuurt
"Mmn!♡♡-MMMNNMM♡♡♡♡"
I relished the feeling greatly, squeezing her fat ass as much as I pleased, shocking my system and bringing my mind to new dimensions of pleasure. Her thick and meaty thighs wrapped loosely around my waist. She had lost her strength after hearing the door being knocked upon, so we ended up in a primal position like this. If it didn't feel so good, perhaps I would've laughed.
It reminded me of Miounne. I wondered how she was doing. Did she find a man? Or did she fully dedicate herself to the Adventurers' guild like Momo-nee?
'...should I snatch her for myself after all?'
---
Y'shtola was running back and forth trying to tie all the links together that could explain how and why the Primals were involved with the coming Calamity.
---
Scribble scribble
"Here."
"Oh! Thank you Winnie~"
Kiss
I had taken it upon myself to deliver tea to my Y'shtola who kept her office in Limsa Lominsa. I had to drop by to make sure the Suns of Yda were on track, keep the operating costs of the Harbor Herald below a new budget that my Minfilia designed, and ensure that Sun Tap was ready to transition to Daemon Glass. I had to create the tank to hold the stolen wine, and that required a hell of a lot of Daemon Glass, but I had time.
"How is it?"
"Nonsensical."
Whatever triggered Dalamud's descent in 1.0, it didn't seem to happen during the Age of Calm. The question stressed my Y'shtola greatly as she was the main reason such a theory reached the Circle in the first place. She pressured herself to know more and be better.
"Hm..."
Y'shtola stared at me with an expectant look in her eyes. I decided to give in a bit.
"The Aether has always gone up? Never up and east or up and west?"
A simple question that made Y'shtola stop and flick her ears. Her shining eyes flashed left and right, increasing in speed as her mind became more active. The pondering turned into a look of shock.
I knew a bit about the Crystal Tower and Dalamud, so it wasn't too far of a leap for me to guess that's where the Aether went. Though, I was slightly ashamed for skipping a lot of that Crystal Tower dialogue. Depending in the time of day when a Primal was slain, the Aether would chase Dalamud.
Without a word or a sip of the tea I brought, Y'shtola dived feverishly back into her studies. The tea and I exchanged stoic glances, our minds bound by obligation.
'I'm sorry. I can drink you if you'd like...'
'No... No I'm... I'm okay.'
It gave me a painful smile. It would go cold without a doubt.
---
The hands on the clock were turning. The Dominoes were set, and they began to line up far earlier than I thought. I could chalk many things up to the Butterfly Effect, it was easier to do that rather than investigate the consequence of every choice I had made.
We all needed this off time. I planned to swim around in the beautiful and shining waters of the ocean and appreciate my women's choice in swimsuit. The waters of La Noscea were said to be cool and crisp, whatever that meant. But I should have known that such a calming and flirty atmosphere wouldn't hold. Perhaps the issue was that I brought too many of them along all at once. I felt bad for Ysayle at first, but in truth, she wasn't missing out.
I didn't even get to swim.
"Uuun! Mmm! Win-nie-oooohhhh!~"
SCHLETCH-THUCK-PLAP-THUCK-SLUCK-PSLLLAAASSHHHH-THUCK-PLOP-SLUCK-PLAP
I was being suffocated in a warm mass of soft bodies while being ridden in a overly rough manner. I couldn't see or identity who's body was who. It was a repeat of the Heavensturn New Years party.
Even my legs weren't spared, both being straddled and I could only identify one as Yda because of her wild panting. I was being hidden from the sun, stolen away into a whirlwind of hot bodies and mindless rutting. Every scent overlapped and bled into each other like water colors on a canvas, that canvas being my lungs. The density of sensations made my head buzz like I was drunk. In a way, I was.
sluurp-suuck-lick-suuuck
Someone had taken up the job of working my balls with their mouth, using their tongue to suck and stroke, even as Y'shtola was trying to irreversibly break her cervix. Every inch of my skin was tainted with hot pleasure. Her beautiful voice rang in my ears as she screamed and grunted, throwing her soft weight onto me with reckless abandon. A bitch in heat trying to get impregnated as fast as possible.
"pant MNN! SO-huff-BIG-IIIIIIYYYAAAAAAANNNNNN!"
SPLUUUUURRRRT-THUCKPUUUUUUMP-PLAP-SQUEEEEEZZZZEE-SPLUUUUURT
When most of your senses shut down, the ones that remained became sharpened. Or perhaps, the more accurate word is heightened. A gentle hand that I recognized as my Kan-E's ran over my chest, and embraced me strongly. But the breast size, while plentiful, didn't match my Kan-E's voluptuous body. Slow kisses on my collarbone, a favorite of my Adal. I couldn't even deduce something that simple, as my mind was thoroughly fried.
PU-UMP-PUMP-PUUMP-SLUUUUCK-POP
My dick was finally exposed to the air, slathered in sweet nectar and tenants of baby batter. Even such a simple freedom was short-lived.
Sluuu-glurk-suckle-sluuurp
The girls played musical chairs, swapping places and exchanging sly giggles. I finally realized that I was resting on Kan-E's lap, her sizable breasts covered my face entirely. When she pulled away, I gave her impressive bust a farewell kiss. Not a single part of me spared from the soak of sweat and love. My beautiful Minfilia had fully hidden my cock in between her titan sized breasts, and went to work while the other girls traded places. Her succulent mouth transitioned from ball worship to cock worship with no problems.
"Darling~"
Kan-E mounted my arm, squishing her soft sex against my drowned palm and began to softly grind into it while she leaned forward to kiss my ears and clean my sweat with her tongue.
SPLLLPPLLLLTT-PLUUURT-PUUUUMP
My Minfilia tried to contain the volume of my ejaculation in her mouth, but she couldn't swallow fast enough. My love stick easily escaped her plump lips and shot into the air, covering her and probably the other women who stuck too close with thick alabaster. The sight of her beautiful face and swollen breasts drenched in my color only made me more aroused.
The delicious scent of brown sugar flooded my nose as Y'shtola propped me up slightly and took my tongue for herself, massaging the roof of my mouth and entangling my tongue with hers. The sounds of the waves crashing on the coast soothed my soul, promising that I'd make it out of this alive. Or at least that's what I told myself.
---
Yda once again found herself satisfied, laying flat like a starfish and absorbing the night sky into her skin. Or she absorbed what little of her skin could actually breath. From her hair, to her legs was covered in multiple layers of cum. It made her skin tingle and buzz, transmitting crazy sensations into her head even when she wasn't moving.
PLAPLOPTHUCKSHOVEPLAPLAPLOPLOPTHUCKPLUPLAP
"OOOOOOOHHHHNNN! WIII-OOOOOIIIIIIEEEE?!"
Yda wasn't there for this year's Heavensturn, but her new sisters explained that it went something like this. Even after the room was coated in a few layers of dominant male spunk, Winwin would keep going. Pulling their collapsed bodies back to the bed for another round of rough baby-making sex.
Now that she felt it herself, she understood why Minfilia and Kan-E were happy to hear that he found yet another woman in the heights of Ishgard.
Yda's insides were packed full of her Master's seed. She also ended up swallowing an absurd amount, resulting in a reduced desire for dinner. The thick spunk coated her nose, thus she breathed through her mouth. The only woman left standing was Mylla, but from the look of it, she wouldn't be lasting for much longer.
THUCK-THUCK-FUCK-PLAP-THUCK-PUUUUUMMP-PLURRRRTTT
"IIIIIIEEEEEE-CUUUUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG-!!!"
SPSSSSHHHHH
PUUUMP-GLUUMP-SPLURRRRT-PU-UMP...PLAPTHUCKPLOPPLAPTHUCKFUCKTHUCKSLAPPLAP
"AHHHHHNNNN!! WAI-OOOOHHH!!!"
Winwin held Mylla's head down as he wildly swung his hips, smashing into her fleshy rump and attempting to shoot more children into her belly. The poor woman was run ragged and covered in bite marks that turned her skin light pink all over. No matter how she contorted her body, it was impossible to escape from their beloved's embrace.
7 was the amount of wives that Winter was estimated to need. Besides wives, he'd need concubines to fill in the spaces that the wives couldn't manage. The sisterhood was strong and dedicated to the cause, but they didn't have to do much so far, as Winwin ended up drawing women in on his own.
Their man was insatiable and the sex was heavensent. It was a deal with the hells, they could sacrifice an entire day to fuck instead of work. But their responsibilities would pile on and make their professional lives twelve-fearing.
What kind of conundrum was this? It wasn't too long ago that they all spoke of retiring early, bearing Winwin's children and enjoying themselves every single day, but suddenly, the Twelve knocked.
'You mustneeds save the world-stop having fun' they said.
If Yda had the energy to kick her legs and shout, she would.