Chapter Fourteen- Under Cover Of Night
WARNING- Heterosexual though it is, there be another lemon ahead. VysexAika fans may commence rejoicing, VysexFina fans should refrain from bricking me (much), please. So, yeah, you've officially had your warning. Feel free to drool and compliment as usual, of course.
Oh, also, I figure I might as well tell you why I been a little later. School's starting. Aaah Sophomore year. Sucks monkey fuck. What a shitty ass load of god-damned bullfuck... I digress. I'll be slower than usual for a while, at least. Ugh, sorry, but it's out of my hands mostly.
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The large group was in full merriment on Crescent Island, the enormous central bonfire of the camp casing a blazing illumination across the seated men and women, their long shadows fusing into the blanketing darkness of the night. Large stockpiles of Loqua had been drawn out, and everyone enjoyed liberal amounts of the intoxicating liquid along with the massive feast prepared for them. For a time, they forgot their common struggle against Valua.
Unsurprisingly, Fina was one of the first to pass out, having been a severe teetotaler due to her lack of knowledge of loqua for the vast majority of her life. She slumped against one of the makeshift tents, and Vyse gently picked her up, laying her on one of the sleeping-bags rolled out in an enormous circle around the camp. He smiled, watching the rosy tint of her peaceful and beautiful pale features, then stood up and returned outside.
A group of Nasr engineers passed him idly, off to the remainder of the island's forested area for some purpose or another that he wasn't interested in. Seeking through the crowds of shadowed people, he moved around and exchanged remarks with several of his friends. "This Green Loqua's a fine drink," Gilder declared. "Vintage, too. Those Ixa'takans really know how to make some loqua, even if their ships suck."
Belle giggled, sitting right next to Gilder along with her two friends. Vyse cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth to issue a warning but he held up his gloved hand before he could start. "Don't worry, I'm well aware they aren't even half of age yet. I can control myself." Vyse didn't stop staring. "What? I swear! On my honor!" Another long pause. "... Just go. Let me enjoy my drunken revelries." Vyse grinned and departed.
He found Aika, sitting alone next to a large bottle of fiery red loqua, most of her expression shrouded by the odd angle with which the warm illumination struck her. "Hey," She greeted him quietly as he took a seat next to her on the ground.
"Hey," Vyse replied. "Fina's already down, I put her in her bag for the night... I hope she doesn't have too bad off a hangover tomorrow, heh." He paused. "How are you, Aika?"
"I'm fine," She said, turning to reveal her face and smiling at him. Her cheeks were slightly tinged red. "This Nasr loqua is really powerful stuff, I think this is what they put in their cannons... but I can handle it. I'm tough." She chuckled slightly. "So, Mr. Bigshot Captain Vyse, we finally have our own base, a crew of skilled people... it's amazing, isn't it?"
"Yeah. We're so young, too." Vyse grabbed the bottle and took a small swig. The liquid burned his throat like a Pyri spell, and he coughed and sputtered. "Moons Alive," He gasped. "Damn!"
"Told you so." The redhead giggled. They talked for a while more, Vyse managing to down a shot or two of the Red Loqua in the course of an hour as they watched various people shift around in front of them and casing them into darkness for moments. Rushes of warm heat flooded him and he felt more relaxed each minute, and he didn't really notice how Aika seemed to get a little closer every once in a while.
She was right next to him, talking in a hushed voice. "Vyse?" He glanced over to her from the side of his eye, feeling her warm breath against his cheek, and grunted slightly. "Would it be ok if I... just sorta kissed you a little?"
It was a moment that seemed utterly frozen in time, and she waited with understandable apprehension for his reaction. He said nothing for several moments, then turned to face her and said, "That would be... ok with me." The sincerity in the teenage pirate's tone left her with no doubt in her only slightly muddled mind.
Since they were already close, it took no great movement to slide her lips over his. The unique taste that had been the subject of her curiosity for years was hers again, and she soon began to deepen the kiss, leaning in further to him. Reacting in surprise, he slowly warmed up to it, wrapping their arms around each other and being absorbed more and more. She found herself forgetting to breathe, and only the greatest reluctance and burning lungs forced their parting.
They were both panting quietly, although Vyse was doing so out of more excitement and anticipation. He tried to calm himself down. "Aika..." He didn't have the words. Suddenly he blinked and looked away in alarm.
"What is it?" The redhead asked in concern. "Wasn't that... good?"
"You're drunk," Vyse said quietly. He refused to face her eyes, even as she pulled herself closer again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I know where this is going... you're drunk, Aika, you're not yourself."
"I'm not drunk, I can handle twice this loqua with no problem and you know it." Aika frowned at him. "I think you're the one who's not really yourself right now. Vyse... what's really wrong? Don't shy away like this, please, I know how you feel about me... You know how I feel about you... please..."
"I don't... know..." He sighed, beginning to relax into her warmth from the chilling night air. "Aika... what if we're not ready?"
"Vyse, trust me, I am ready," She practically purred into his ear, that simple statement sending a shiver of desire through him. "You want this as badly as I do... just give in to your feelings, Vyse, your true feelings. I promise everything will be alright." An unusual amount of affection and concern entered her voice that deeply touched him.
The lingering elements of his uncertainty tenaciously continued to cling to his mind. "Aika, you're already with Fina, I couldn't just take you away-"
"You're thinking like I can only love a single person," She chided him. "She loves you as I do, and the three of us are a perfectly affectionate relationship, no? You're not taking anything away, but adding yourself into the equation. You don't know how long I've thought about this moment, all of those years... there is absolutely nothing to stop us now, and you know that."
"I-" Vyse attempted another protest, but his childhood companion and object of affection had grown exasperated with his lack of resolution and certainty, and saw that she had to seize hold of this opportunity as fast as she possibly could. When agitated, Aika became very direct, and she did so at that moment.
"Shut up and kiss me right now, Vyse Dyne." Aika ended the conversation, and prodded into action, he did just what she wanted and needed for him to do. This time his fiery lips took hold over her own, both of the hormonal teenagers getting fully into it. Soon, tongues came into play, the urgent explorations deferred for years finally happening. They pressed into each other, and hands traced down their bodies, Vyse's following the alluring curve of the redhead's figure and Aika's caressing his lean muscle.
Even though she was a usually dominant type, she had no problem finding herself on her back, Vyse laying over her and continuing the lustful kisses. She moaned as she felt a throbbing hard object press against her lower stomach. For a moment they paused from their session, gasping for chilled breaths, their body heat puffing clouds of air between them. "Fuck," Vyse said vehemently. "Aika... you're so damn hot... I've felt this way for so long but never told anyone about it..."
"Same," The redhead managed, winking at him. "Why stop now, though? Just when things are getting hard, heh." A mischievous gloved hand reached over and gave the bulge in his trousers a gentle squeeze, which only made it grow more.
"Well... I don't have a..." He paused, blushing, although his face was already quite flustered and it was impossible to tell in the low light. "Condom, Aika. I wasn't expecting... this, so fast." Aika reached into one of her pouches and retrieved out a small ruby-red square package. He blinked, and then grinned widely down at her. "You planned this out, huh?"
"I don't hear any complaining," She kissed him again, her hands busy at work taking off the buttons of Vyse's sailor tunic. When it opened up to reveal his muscled abdomen and chest, she tossed it aside, breaking the lip lock. A playful expression flashed across her face as she licked her lips, studying his body with great interest. "You're pretty fine yourself, you know. Very yummy."
"Thanks," Vyse replied, easily pulling off his belt and letting the leather strip fall from him to the ground. "Aika... I'm still a virgin, and I don't know much about how to do this." His boots had long-since been kicked off, and the troublesome and very tight pants followed, leaving him clad only in a pair of simple brown boxers that bulged out enormously in the middle.
"It's all pretty natural," She assured him, reaching up and nipping him several times on the tender flesh of his neck, making him shiver with the movements of her warm mouth. "Frankly, I'm almost a virgin, I've only had sex once before as you know, and Fina never popped my cherry." She chuckled. "I did that myself three years ago, but nobody ever knew. I was... thinking about you, you know."
"How lonely we've been together," He said, reaching over and pulling her own belt off. Her suckling at his neck felt extremely good, and the image of Aika masturbating only increased his pent-up feelings of lust. He barely resisted the urge to just cut off their clothing to ribbons and fuck her like an animal. "Uh... Aika... that's making it really fuckin' hard to think... how do you get your dress... off..." It was like no other piece of clothing he'd ever seen in his life, and his shaking hands couldn't find any way to remove the sleek material.
Aika's mouth reluctantly left his skin for a brief time, and she said, "Hang on, I'll get it..." Finding the clasps to either side of her toned waist, she opened the dress and shook herself, dislodging the tight clothing and making it fall away from her. Vyse's eyes feasted upon her bare beauty framed by the light of the bonfire, clad only across her ample breasts by a bra and her tight black short-shorts. Suddenly she stopped. "Vyse?"
"Hm?" Vyse replied, still holding himself over her.
"We should really think about relocating this..." They had luckily not been noticed by any of their companions, Aika having had the foresight to pick out a sparsely-populated area far enough from the bonfire. Knowing that there were her friends and comrades around while she was snogging her long-time love was certainly turning her on, but enough of her rational brain remained to tell her that being discovered like this in public would be a bad, bad thing. It was still rather surprising nobody had noticed them yet.
"I agree," He breathed. "Gather up our clothes and shit." She quickly did, while he waited with an extraordinary patience considering his arousal. Being as stealthy as possible, they stole off into the forest, loosing themselves in the night and seeking out the sheer rock wall that marked the limit of Crescent Island. They were now in almost pitch-black night, with only the faintest of glows from the Red Moon overhead to vaguely reveal their forms. Aika dumped the clothing and items onto the grass, turning back towards him.
He walked forward, wrapping his arms eagerly around her and once again enveloping her in a series of fiery kisses that vanquished all traces of the cool night from her body, and in it's place planted a familiar, hungering heat deep inside of the air pirate.
The last vestiges of a forgotten modesty, their undergarments, would pose a serious barrier to their efforts. She resolved to rid him of the brown cloth and try something out that she'd heard once. She put her hands on his hips, breaking the kiss in order to smoothly pull his boxers down and reveal his fully erect penis. The engorged organ looked very big to her close perspective, and she looked up at him in appreciation.
The package easily came apart under her grip, and she took the Nasr-made contraceptive tool, sliding it over his shaft. The friction this created sent pulses of great sensation through his spine, each small touch of hers anywhere close to the bundle of nerves setting off lightning waves inside his body. Through the fog of his mind he skeptically eyed the transparent wrapper over his cock. "... this little thing is going to stop us from having a baby?"
"According to the shop," Aika chirped. "'Parently Nasrian culture's a little more sane about sex- when they do have it they have it right. Hey, at least I didn't get the moonstone-enchanted variety! ... I think." She giggled, slowly standing up again. "Now, there's only one more thing to attend..."
The clasp of her bra seemed to easily relent and her large mounds of flesh were soon free from their satin prison. While she was doing that, Vyse had leaned over and slid her shorts down the girl's curvaceous hips. She wore no panties, another indicator of her design, and now they were both utterly naked. Taking the initiative immediately, he reached out with his tongue and curiously flicked her nipple, which was very close to his face.
Something between a gasp and moan elicited itself from her lips as she reacted to the sensation, so familiar from another time under the Red Moon. A reaction of that sort naturally egged him on, and he began experimenting to see how much his tongue could do. Poking, swiping, and flicking against her sensitive skin, he made fire and ice run across her mind.
Unable to keep standing, she knelt down, and he gently helped her lie across the soft and inviting soil, continuing his pleasurable assault against her mind. His hands began to work as well, mapping by texture every part of her alluring anatomy and giving several instinctive, well-placed massages to her skin. She quickly allowed herself to be lost in the sea of sensation, relaxing only to tense up and moan every once in a while.
Bringing such effects to his childhood friend felt amazing for him, but each taste of her flesh brought into sharper focus his own need- an all-devouring lust that was slowly consuming him, the discomfort between his hips only growing as his arousal seemed to. He grunted, bringing himself over her once again and mounting the girl. He aligned his body over her in the most traditional of sexual positions, known as the Clerical (ironic enough, considering it's rather worldly application), in which he basically just laid across her, their hips meeting.
"Oh, Moons..." Aika moaned, feeling his prick against her inner thigh, throbbing in tune with his racing heartbeat and making the redhead squirm. So long... I've waited so fuckin' long for this... Vyse...
"Aika..." He gently, agonizingly slowly, probed for entrance to her most private spot. She greedily spread out her legs to the best of her flexible ability, and he began to push in. She cried out as his penis entered her, feeling it inch it's way in and begin to stretch out the warm and tight confines. He grunted and huffed, pulling out and thrusting in slightly faster this time. He buried himself inside of her all of the way, holding her as she thrashed in ecstasy. "I love you," He said breathlessly.
Then he started, gaining speed and friction and pleasure with each second. Soon they both lost all control, their hips grinding against each other with all of their power as their lungs cried out, pleasurable noises intermingling in the darkness. The condom did little to abate the overwhelming sensations in his cock each time he entered his childhood friend, and he was reaching a considerable speed, pounding into her.
The tempo was an aggressive, passionate speed, and they spared nothing as Vyse pushed both of their minds into a foggy abyss driven by animal lust and added on by the floods of emotions from both of the air pirates. Pumping on and on, he used his admirable physical conditioning to keep up the pace.
From the several times he himself had experimented in the past, he recognized the building sense in his groin, and braced himself. All too soon, he exploded into orgasm in the same instant as she did, and he collapsed onto her, both of their minds utterly blank for entire minutes as they cried out. Breathing shallowly, he eventually began to recover, looking over at the nearby half-lidded face of Aika. He tried to speak. "Uh... damn..."
"Aren't we glad Aika chose the activities?" The redhead smiled in bliss, enjoying the heat of his body covering her like a blanket from the unwelcome intrusions of the cold night, even though her own heat was off any scale.
"Yes," He candidly admitted to her, giving her one last, tender kiss. "I love you. That's something I should have said a million times by now. No more drama, no more shit." He paused. "Fina can stay. Heh heh." Aika shared with him a lecherous smile. "Someone prolly heard that," He pondered. "And in the morning somebody's gonna discover us... I'm almost too tired to care at this point."
"We should probably... avoid that." Aika sighed. "Hey, hero, you spent two lonely weeks on this damn rock, know any good hiding places the others ain't found yet?"
"I can only think of one." Vyse smirked in the dark. Gonzales, you're going to do me another turn of fortune in death. I can use the cave he set up as his home. "There's a tunnel system running throughout the island. I know a place we can hide. Ugh." He slowly got to his feet, unsteadily removing the flooded condom from his expended dick. "What the hell should we do with this?"
"Toss it into Deep Sky." She replied, sighing. "I'm serious. The edge of the island's only about twenty meters away... hey, think you can carry me, Vyse?" She was only half-joking, most of her energy thoroughly used up by their exercise routine.
"Hang on." He shambled over to the chilly edge of the island, looking out onto the darkened clouds of Deep Sky and tossing out the small piece of rubber. It descended, quickly out of sight, and he turned, returning to her and swooping her up and into his arms with a single movement. He chuckled, looking around for the opening to the cave in question.
Aika giggled. "Wow. You really are strong. Alright, take me away!" He did, heading down the sheer rock-face and quickly locating the break in the wall. After passing through a few vacant halls of large stone they arrived at the room that Vyse had used for the better part of his time as a shipwreck. She looked around. "Is this the den for that Gonzales guy who had the other piece of the map, Vyse?" He nodded. "Wow. It's certainly... got a homey feel to it." She eyed the straw bed. "That thing comfortable?"
"Real comfortable," He assured her, setting her down and climbing into the bed next to her, their clothes piled up on one of the makeshift tables dotting the cavern. "Sleep now," He commanded. "Ugh... we're going to need every bit of energy for the work tomorrow..."
"No rest for the wicked." Aika rolled over to face him, snuggling the other teenager and quickly allowing fatigue to claim the wreckage of her mind into the calming blackness of sleep. The last thought that crossed through her fading thoughts was, unsurprisingly, a long and victorious 'yes' with about 50 s's added on for effect. Vyse's thoughts were roughly, also, on a similar track.
Ignorant to the goings-on of his friends, Gilder looked out upon the campsite and sighed. Many people were now sleeping, passed-out, drunk, or some combination of such, although his mind was still sharp and clear. Belle was restfully snuggling the teal sleeve of his jacket, which he found cute but not in any way alluring. He might have been a rogue but he still had his own code of honor, and she was just a little too young for his type.
Using skillful dexterity and grace, he removed himself from her grasp, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. Well, Clara loves night raids, and the last time I woke up with her in my bed... I feared the worst. Luckily she had just been watching me all night as I slept... yeah. I better keep moving. I'll leave a note for them, but it's best if I avoid the long goodbyes.
Damn... I really wanted to fall off the edge of the world sometime, too. Oh, well. Priorities first.