I really have no personal physical knowledge of what a good fuck is or even how to fuck good - but there are two that I know who do: The woman, Fran, and the man, Balthier - the duo of whom you have heard, Sky Pirates of renown!
Of almost equal renown is their prowess in bed - dashing Dons that have captured the hearts and libidos of the lovelorn around the world.
Who was it who brought the secret talents of the Viera race to seduce the unseduceable in the great Lady Uma Cunningham - known to all as Ice Queen - then in courtship with Duke Ramses? The Lady postponed said courtship to have love made to her in the Viera way - having absconded to the exclusive Castian Isles, as has been so sensationally reported.
Again, who was it who had every soldier of rank and merchant of power, woman and man, from the unwed to the fully engaged, clamoring for her attention and the chance to spend a night in her bed? They who were fortunate enough to gain the privilege of that bed paid back double and triple in giving her a percentage of the revenue from taxes hiked here and there, in giving the pardons requested for her associates condemned to death for piracy, in whatever she shrewdly bargained for.
And now, what young man, also Pirate, had the populace so enthralled and who so pleased the young women of power that they refused others until they should learn to please them as he did, moving the principalities to give him a "License to Pirate", as it were, so hoping that he would grace their ports and fan commerce to a blaze? Straight as arrows, young men who had never before slept with a man became sick with passion for him and each hoped he would be the first to be granted the Pirate's kiss.
Who are these two? They are none other than Fran and Balthier, once heirs to the world but now heirs to each other wholly. Having once had the bed of anyone and everyone they could possibly wish for, they gave it up for the one bed they now share.
This is their story.
FRAN
I am Viera, in my blood courses a passion thick and wet for my Sisters! I am strong, yet I speak softly. Only in my passion will you hear me roar as the Woods have. Feel me roar as the roots of the trees can attest!
But I desired other Sisters elsewhere - and brothers too! I had heard of men for the Woods had told me of them. I became hungry and thirsty for them, just as the deer when she is thirsty drinks water, finds mate.
Just as the Shaunna, the rabbits - who made us - just as they eat and drink of the pleasure they seek from their "men".
Not only this, but I missed the thirst of my Sisters who had left the Wood, Sisters in whom I had known passion and life not present with those who would refuse them return home.
My head was faint. The hunger in my body could not be quenched, a hunger which made my feet shake when I sought the pleasure of home Sisters. It would not abate or give me the cooling ache that hurts to ask for more.
So I told them that the Woods wanted me to quench my thirst and know the pleasure of men and that this would still be my home. But they said I was lying because there were no men out there who could pleasure a Viera, and, therefore, there were no men - just Humes and their equivalent of them.
They told me that the Woods did not want me to go to the Humes because the Humes seek to destroy life and the Woods and if I went to them I could never come back.
Was it not enough, they said, that we gave hospitality to the Humes whom the Woods had told, by way of tooth and claw, to turn back? And had not these Humes looked upon us only for their own good?
Surely, they said, we would be made objects of by them, that everything about us that had a Viera meaning - the way we dress and walk and the keeping of our hair - would be made low and given a Hume value, a value as to say nothing more than "Fuck Me"!
Yet I knew what the Woods had said, and though the Sisters sought to console me with the fruits of their bodies and affections, I left.
I discovered the Humes in the pleasure of their bodies and I found them pleasing and funny beyond words because they were so Hume! They made me laugh so that I do not ever remember having laughed before!
They are so funny - the women and the men! The hair on their heads could come off on a brush. I had only known the pleasure of Viera's furry muff in my hand, on my thigh, in my nose. But the fur that should have rimed the Humes' mating parts was not fur at all, but hair like curly moss.
The men had this mossy hair all over their bodies, more or less, and some let it grow thickly on their faces. When it was my skin and his I would laugh at his tickliness!
The women had fine hair that could barely be seen on their arms and on the skin of their breasts, so small they couldn't see it themselves! They would deny it when I told them - and this, too, made me laugh.
Many Hume women I knew shaved the hair that grew, whether thick or thin, on their legs and arms and under their arms - but they were just as pleasing when they didn't.
And all of the Humes were fascinated with every part of me. And I know they thought of me as a gift - but to me they were just as much the givers.
Most of all - more than the flower of my flesh or the windows of my soul, or my mouth or my breasts or the upturn of my nose or the button of my anus - it was my ears that captured their attention! They were endlessly attracted to them and I think it's because of the fur.
The fur under my arms and above my muff seemed also of particular curiosity to them. They don't seem to know that Rabbit Kind move their ears when touched and it gives them delight to do so with me!
These same people would pick up a rabbit by her ears - to kill her and eat her and wear her. They are so hostile to those I have a legitimate kinship to! Yet never do they think that the pleasure they have stroking my ears they could have calling these "animals" Kin...
I have also seen them maltreat their own Kin, the Kershka - the apes and monkeys they should respect they keep as "pets".
I will never understand the keeping of those who have just as equal a right to freedom and self as their Hume "Masters", a term we Viera know little about as we have none to lead us.
I deigned to call no one Master and I knew very quickly how the world of Humes worked - that either you were Master or were mastered. I became Master of everyone. All wanted me to be their Fuck Partner - and those I wanted, I had.
I knew another thing: that those who are revered by the Humes as higher or better were, in fact, not. The thirst I knew in the Woods, the thirst for a mate that I could not have apart from the Humes, was indeed quenched just as well by those who were poor as it was by those who thought themselves beautiful and virile by virtue of wealth.
I knew Hume nobility, treated as slaves, who had no birthright but deserved it none the less. For them I became a Pirate to either see that they got their rightful place or else find a new place in the sky!
We make our place come blood or blessing.
And, too, I saw nobles of birth who's talents were wasted breaking the law under guise of the law (what it is to "Govern") - they found better riches as servants outside of the law.
And men. I loved their penises every bit as much as I thought I would - I loved the look of them and the beautiful way they would grow large and stiff! That, together with their scrotums and the testicles inside!
I couldn't get enough of smelling them! Up and down I would rub my nose taking in as much as I could along the shaft, holding the scrotum to my nose like a tissue, loving the feel as much as the smell!
And the testicles, "Balls", - how I loved to fit one onto one of my nostrils like an egg in a nest and breath in the smell of the seed!
The bulb of the penis - the tip, or "Head" - how it smelled too! How soft and juicy it felt! Like it was made of vagina but having the pulp of a man!
Sometimes, all this breathing in would excite them so that they couldn't help but cum. Happily would I let it wash my face, happily would I drink it! Happily would I kiss them with their cum on my face and lips - pressing our cheeks together letting them enjoy themselves as I had enjoyed them!
!
It takes a certain reduction of self to be with a Viera as we are much stronger than Humes, woman or man. I find the women just know how to enjoy, however, as it doesn't seem to come naturally to men - Men, who's fucking must always be connected to their egos!
Perhaps it is some sort of Magicks in us Viera that strips them of this, makes them feel like running away but too hungry to go. Makes them feel connected to the natural innocence of raw sexuality that can be cummie with face and yielding to touch - finding energy all the same - Again! And again! Real Magicks!
Not that Viera are made of Magicite. I don't know what it is, but I know we are Magickal creatures for it is by Magicks we are born.
The rabbits of my home, when they fuck they give birth to live rabbit young. But every once in a while she lays an egg and by Magicks this egg grows larger and larger and contained within is a single Viera Sister, who, when the egg gets large enough, will hatch full grown.
When Balthier and I became lovers it was like this Magicks worked on me just as much as it worked on him. It made me feel abandonment and innocence - like that of a sex one feels most with one's self - when one can say, "This is my body, I love me!"
And I know my lover was a cavalier fucker who, until me, was wary with not feeling the full juice of his whole fucking male ego. Until me he had never sensed the Viera were feeling it on equal terms.
I had certainly not experienced it at the level men had experienced it with me.
Maybe we are both made of Magicite!
BALTHIER
When a Viera is dry after she takes a bath I love to breath in her pubic fur.
Mmmm...It smells like the leather she wears!
Strange that these women, natural vegans, kill for their cloths - but who am I to question their morals? I am Balthier, Sky Pirate!
As a Pirate of Pirates (and hero by mere right of image) I have privileged myself with many women, Viera and Hume alike. I have conquered nations with the purse of my lips! I have acted as wickedly and selfishly as I please and still have known the love of the populace!
Did I lose their love? Did I really throw all that away because I now love just one? And she, equal in public stature, did she do that for me?
I know I didn't lose it.
I still have their love.
Yet I did lose it, by virtue of not needing it anymore... In not needing it I have lost the whole point of having it.
I still work, however, - I'm not a broken Pirate. And I act just as cocky and self assured as ever!
But when it is just Fran and me I don't know who I was - I am some other Balthier.
How is it that we don't simply settle down and make love for the rest of our lives? Fran would say it was the ache that lets us move on with our lives - the feeling of having fucked so many times in a row your penis screams out and putting on pants the next morning is a ritual in pain!
Before Fran I was never fully at home with that pain - it always frustrated me that I couldn't fuck more. For the first time in my life I am filled and I don't feel like vomiting...
I am changing, do people see it? My body has become something I can love!
I didn't love it before. I was blind to its real beauty, thinking only of the admiration and power it got me. I think I'm seeing me through Fran's eyes and I am fascinated and turned on by every part of me!
Am I a straight man anymore? If I love Fran then I'm straight, right?
No. I'm sure of it. I know that loving Fran requires that I love myself and I must take in the beauty of all of me!
Regardless of what that makes me.
Love.
Love? What is this? I've allowed myself to love? I find myself wanting a kid with her! I'd be happy to cook and clean and keep house for her!
It's possible for Viera to have children with Humans. She's using magic to prevent it, but, if we were to make children, those children couldn't have children. And this strikes me as sad - now I even want to see her grandchildren!
Sky Pirate indeed!