Fine beads of sweat pearled the tanned skin of the prince of Lucisʼ young fiancée. Her ash-brown hair was tied in a loose bun, white and delicate hibiscus flowers adorning it together with a matching organdy bow. Slung over her shoulder she carried a heavy beach bag, prints of dolphins, fish and seashells hand sewn into its fabric. Her lucian sandals clacked against the paved path that traversed a large, beautiful garden.
Tifa Lockhart had just arrived at the Caelum Villa from a well-deserved day of rest on the beach at Costa del Sol. That was where she and her fiancé, Noctis, had gone to spend the weekend. It was one of their favorite places. They both appreciated the coastal climate, always warm and sunny, quite different from the cooler Insomnia. They also loved the ocean, which gave them the opportunity to enjoy several of their favorite passions:
Embark on the Royal Vessel and sail the open sea, dolphins jumping on both sides of its bow. When that happened, Tifa quickly ran to perch on the railing to observe those animals she was so fond of. Noctis, who stayed behind the wheel of the yacht, always had a loving smile on his lips when he saw his girlfriend do that. That girl was always beautiful, but on occasions like that she dazzled more than sunlight. He loved to see her ruby eyes light up like two embers, her heart-shaped lips open to release those sweet laughs, her very long hair fluttering wildly in the wind. She made his chest swell with love. Those images remained cherished in his memory like treasures. In the bad days at the Citadel he would resort to them, engrossing himself until someone, most likely Ignis, called him out.
When they stopped the yacht, it was time for the young man to indulge in his greatest hobby, fishing in the open ocean. He loved that his girlfriend never seemed to get bored while he waited for a fish to take the bait. As a child Tifa had accompanied her father, Brian Lockhart, to fish in the river that meandered near the village of Nibelheim. Therefore, she not only understood Noctisʼ passion but also knew the ins and outs of that art. As they waited they used to talk about fishing rods, nets, reels, lines, lures, fish species... He knew that she used to read the books and magazines he bought so that both of them could talk about the latest news. The conversations were always new and exciting, never repetitive. The boy was often completely enraptured by her as he listened to her yap about his biggest passion in that way. Tifa always made him feel understood and supported, accompanied and .
Apart from that, from time to time they would disembark on a remote island to explore it. Both were adventurous, curious and sporty. They felt like explorers and in fact used to get carried away by little role-playing games. Noctisʼ favorite one was when he was a wicked pirate and she was his runaway prisoner. It was like playing tag... only this one always ended with both of them frolicking in the sand, Tifa moaning and screaming underneath him.
When they felt too tired to go on those adventures, both of them liked to simply sunbathe or stare at the ocean. They loved to listen to the sound of the waves and watch the sunset together. Those moments did not end up being as wild as those on the islands, but they were certainly filled with smoldering romance.
A longing sigh escaped Tifaʼs lips as she entered the empty beach house, the orange light of the sunset filtering through the large windows.
In the evening of the previous day Noctis had to depart to Insomnia to attend unforeseen princely business. The girl had wanted to leave with her fiancé but he had asked her to stay in Costa del Sol. Her boyfriend had done so because he wanted her to enjoy the precious time she had left before becoming his wife and princess of Lucis. It would be a great responsibility. Tifa knew this and although it was a little intimidating, she knew she could do it. She could do anything, especially if it was to be with the love of her life.
The brunette had long since begun to take lectures on all matters pertaining to the monarchy, from politics to etiquette. At times it could be extremely tedious, but everyone at the Citadel seemed pleased with her progress and overall attitude.
Still, Noctis often felt bad because in order to love him, Tifa had to sacrifice many things. She would be a public figure, never being able to lead a completely quiet life. She would have to attend events and meetings. She would never be able to walk down the street without the presence of paparazzi or fans. And above all, as a princess, Tifa would have to bear the responsibility of safeguarding and protecting the Kingdom of Lucis. She would have to deal with governors of other kingdoms, handle diplomacy and logistics.
However, Noctis knew that his woman was capable of all that because she always and arduously fought to have her own place in the world.
Tifa was one of the few survivors of the Nibelheim massacre, a tragedy that shook the entire kingdom of Lucis. In that disaster, the girl lost her home, her friends and the only family she had left-her father.
She lost everything.
Only fifteen years old, injured and traumatized, Tifa woke up in a hospital in Midgar. This was one of the most precarious cities of the kingdom because it was adjacent to the enemy empire of Niflheim, who was gradually eroding Lucisʼ strength with the help of an evil, giant electric company: Shinra, source of sustenance and energy for Midgar and therefore a difficult opponent to defeat for the crown without causing any prejudice to the citizens.
It was in the poor Sector 7 of that shabby city that Tifa had had to learn to survive all by herself. She had worked very hard day after day and night after night to be able to pay the debt of the surgery that saved her life. For a long time she had lived in something that could not even be called an apartment as it had been just a minuscule and modified shipping container.
Tifa had lived all alone, hurt and in poverty. Many would have given up. But not her. She never surrendered.
For years she worked in the hostelry industry, gaining social and financial skills. With all she learned and gained, the seventeen-year old girl then was able to buy her own establishment, the Seventh Heaven. That restaurant quickly became extremely popular in Midgar for its mouthwatering menu and aphrodisiac drinks. So much that even citizens from other regions of Lucis traveled there simply to get a taste of the famous Cosmo Canyon. It was thanks to that that the gloomy city regained some of its popularity and vitality.
Its owner also became very well loved and respected as she did all sorts of volunteer service like joining the Neighborhood Watch to help exterminate dangerous and troublesome beasts, or offer shelter and food to orphaned children or people at risk or even those infected with the Starscourge disease.
Tifa Lockhart became an angel of the slums.
But that was not all.
The monk knew that Shinra, in collaboration with Niflheim, was involved in what happened in Nibelheim years ago. She, along with a group of people had formed AVALANCHE, an eco-terrorist organization whose objective was to unmask Shinraʼs company as an ally of the enemy Empire to Lucis.
That was how she and Noctis met.
The crown of Lucis already had its suspicions about Shinra and, when they managed to apprehend the young Lockhart, it was before the prince himself that she had to confess about all of AVALANCHEʼs actions.
None of them would ever forget what they felt when they first crossed glances- the rawest and most intense attraction, the certain feeling of knowing they would hopelessly fall in love as if they were meant for each other. Like soulmates.
And just like that, Tifa trusted and told Noctis all about Shinraʼs evil deeds. And he believed her. It was the prince who then personally crushed the evil company using Insomniaʼs best lawyers to take them to court. In the end, the Shinra Electric Company ceased to exist and was replaced by none other than the Caelum Company. This one, financed with the crownʼs money and drawing the energy out of the inexhaustible Crystal, was much more efficient, cheaper and eco-sustainable. Since then, Midgar experienced only growth and prosperity. Likewise, the kingdom of Lucis had dealt a heavy blow to the Empire of Niflheim, who had lost an important war trump card. And everyone, commoners and nobility alike, knew that it had been thanks to the union of Noctis Lucis Caelum and Tifa Lockhart, who had started their romance during the months of litigation against Shinra.
For all that, Noctis knew damn well that his girlfriend was perfectly suited to be Princess and later Queen of Lucis. In many ways she was even better prepared than he was to reign. She was strong and persevering as she had never given up against the worst of the adversities. She was brave and courageous as she had never bowed to Shinraʼs tyranny. She had great financial knowledge as she had built her own source of livelihood. Her knowledge even surpassed his because her experiences had been real and not just academic tuition. Socially, Tifa was much better at reaching fair agreements than he was because she managed to approach both sides more equally. The girl also knew and understood the common people; their problems, their needs, what they thought, what they wanted...
She filled in all his shortcomings.
And the most important part for Noctis was that Tifa had a kind, selfless heart as she had never ceased to help those in need even when she was the one who needed help the most.
She was made to be his wife. He knew it.
But marrying him was still a high sacrifice.
And in all his selfishness, the young man wanted her to devote everything. To devote herself to him. For this reason, the prince often felt guilty and tried to compensate her with all kinds of gifts. Her favorite was undoubtedly to just be with him, but she also loved to do so while going on trips. Noctis loved to travel too so he was happy to grant those wishes to her whenever he could. And because he knew how much she liked Costa del Sol, he had made her stay there, in their Villa.
It had been a nice day. Tifa had spent it mostly at the beach but had also stopped by the gym and a couple of clothing stores where she had bought a white beach dress and a matching blouse and pants for her lover. Tifa had enjoyed that day but she had missed him. Really, really missed him.
Wearing one of his twill shirts had made her feel better, though. She had chosen one of Noctisʼ favorites, a black one with white stripes. She loved how it gave off an intense scent of his fresh citrus cologne. To look more feminine she had rolled up the sleeves and tied a bow with the garment under her voluptuous breasts.
Upon meeting Andrea Rhodea, an acquaintance and long-time friend, in one of the clothing stores, he had complimented her on her majestic glamour.The man had certainly noticed that the shirt belonged to her boyfriend. He had a very keen eye, especially when it came to fashion.
Tifa and he had talked for a while about how the Honey Bee was doing now that they were associated with Lestallum. It had all been good news, something for which the girl had been glad. That town was growing exponentially, which enriched the region of Cleigne and therefore Lucis. It would soon become the main commercial city of the kingdom, gaining independence from the power plant and the energy meteorshards harvested from the Meteor of the Six, which until then had been the mainstay of the townʼs economy.
Andrea had commented that even Chocobo Sam and Lady M were thinking of acquiring facilities there as well. At the mention of that woman, Tifa had wiggled her fingers in a reflex action, making the man cackle with laughter.
A tingle ran through the girlʼs hand again as she left the beach bag on the countertop. Then she checked her smartphone. Her heart began to race as she saw that her fiancé had sent her some messages. She immediately read them. Noctis was returning and informed her that he had reserved a table for dinner at "El Dorado", one of Costa del Solʼs most expensive and luxurious restaurants.
Tifa had already been there when Regis had invited her and his son to lunch for his sixty-fifth birthday celebration.
It was necessary to walk a long walkway that went half a kilometer into the ocean to reach the locale. The terrace of this one overlooked the ocean, one of the features that made it so expensive. It was also a small and reserved place, perfect for the prince of Lucis and his fiancée. They would be at peace, enveloped in a romantic atmosphere under the starlight and surrounded by the sea.
Tifa would have settled for a lovely dinner with him at any beach joint. Noctis would have agreed. It was in places like those that they used to dine, displaying their support for small businesses and enjoying a more casual atmosphere. But his desire to shower her with the best sometimes overtook him. Knowing all that she had suffered in her life, for Noctis to shower her with gifts was a pure form of love. It was just one of the ways he had to show her how much he loved her. And the girl knew that if she did not accept those forms of affection, her lover would feel frustrated. For that reason and for that reason alone Tifa accepted those gifts.
She left the phone on the bedspread and took off her teardrop-shaped earring to leave it in the jewelryʼs box before going to the wardrobe annexed to the bedroom.
The ring that bound her to her fiancé lovingly embraced the annular finger of her left hand. When she stepped into the large room, itʼs small but invaluable, precious lilac gem glittered under the golden rays of its lights. That gleam did not go unnoticed before Tifa's ruby eyes. A silly smile tugged at her rosy lips, unable to hide how happy she felt to be wearing that jewel. It had been several weeks since Noctis had put it on her but she still wasnʼt used to it. It would take her a while to do so. Never in her life had she felt so happy and complete. It was like living in a dream... Noctis was her dream. Her heart pounded faster once again as her tender feelings and loving thoughts bristled her skin.
The warmth of love enveloped her like a cloak as she absentmindedly reached up and ran her hand over Noctisʼ and her outfits, which were neatly hanging on the hangers. The girl was thinking about what she would like to wear that night when she suddenly noticed a dark figure leaning against the wall. Tifa gasped, her hands clenching into fists and her body adopting a defensive posture until she recognized the couple of eyes that were fixedly and ardently watching her.
Two orbs of a gorgeous sapphire blue color that attracted her ruby red ones like the strongest magnet.
"N-Noctis!?" she stammered his name, a blush creeping up her cheeks quickly at the sight of her fiancé, who looked tremendously rapturous.
It was not easy to surprise Miss Lockhart and it was evident he was proud of his feat. The young man had his arms crossed over his broad pecs, his body relaxed and his head cocked to one side in an obvious arrogant posture. His raven hair was messy, probably from driving the Regalia at high speed and in convertible mode. Unruly strands of bangs fell over his eyes, curtailing his piercing gaze.
He was wearing his main black suit with white stripes, skulls adorning the gold buttons. Draped around his neck was a sober tie with the same striped pattern.
The first thing he had noticed upon seeing his girlfriend had been her engagement ring. He, like Tifa, still couldn't believe that the two of them were going to get married in a few months. His own, black engagement ring always encircled his annular finger, reminding him all the time that the woman he loved was going to marry him. That truly made him feel like he was in the Seventh Heaven.
The second thing he had noticed was how fucking beautiful and smoking hot Tifa looked in beachwear. With those ochre-colored lucian sandals, those tight denim shorts and then... Then he noticed the third thing. His pretty fiancée had put on one of his princely shirts.
That was what made Noctisʼ thoughts turn into a whirlwind, a burning sensation coursing through his abdominals, down his pelvis and settling in his loins.
Tifa had put on that garment, his garment, simply to feel close to him. Those little things she did drove him utterly crazy. They were irrefutable proof of how much she craved him. And he craved her just the same.
Noctis had to control himself not to rush at his girl. Instead, his lips smiled half-sideways at her.
"Back for more of our clothes?" his hungry eyes raked her from the bottom to the top, making not-so-subtle stops at her shapely thighs, toned bare belly, round breasts and then her beautiful, flustered face. Amusedly and slowly, Noctis raised one of his dark, profiled eyebrows "Tifa?" he savored her beautiful name on the roof of his mouth, letting it come out slowly, luringly.
He was delighted to see the emotions that were drawn on her face: First it was a tender smile, her brows rising and her eyes sparkling, indicating how happy she was to see him. Then that smile turned into a pout, her brows furrowing and her eyes narrowing at him.
"You said you wouldn't get here until later" her arms folded, her defensive posture turning into a sassy one "You startled me" she complained, pretending to be upset. The final touch was that little tilt she used to do with her head.
An amused gleam flashed in Noctisʼ eyes. Helovedthat bratty side of hers.
"I told you I was coming back, not when Iʼd arrive" he stopped leaning against the dark wall to walk towards her, slowly, never taking his eyes off her beautiful cherry-colored ones which matched her flustered cheeks "I just wanted to surprise my girl" his steps stopped in front of her "Is that wrong, Miss to be Caelum?" he toyed, a new playful smile spreading across his face.
Tifaʼs small hands automatically rested on his broad chest. In the same way, her fiancé cradled her face between his warm palms. The cold metal of his two rings, Lucii and betrothal, made her skin crawl with goose bumps.
"I never said that" the brunette murmured, inhaling his delicious, fresh citrus cologne.
They contemplated each other, he from above and she from below. Nothing could be heard, nothing was in that wardrobe. Only them. Her dark brown eyebrows then pulled in, reflecting need. Need for him. Noctis leaned over her, breathing in a trickle of air that came from the girlsʼ plump lips. The tips of their noses touched, their bangs intermingled. Tifaʼs eyelids fluttered together as her boyfriend brushed his lips across her skin, depositing light kisses of adoration. His hands made her tilt her head from side to side as he showered her with those sweet tokens of affection.
But it wasn't enough to quench the hunger they both felt for each other.
It was Tifa who could take no more. Noctis smiled broadly as she abruptly pulled his shirt and kissed him in the lips ardently, beginning a long make-out session.
He wrapped his arms around her smaller body, grunting with pleasure at the feel of her warm, delicate skin under the touch of his fingers, at the feel of her soft breasts pressing against his hard pectorals and her hungry mouth devouring him. Tifa was a voracious lover. She barely allowed him to breathe between those kisses that were pushing him to the brink of madness.
His calloused, weapon-wielding fingers grasped her beige leather belt and firmly pulled her to him. His hard bulge pressed into her crotch. The moment Tifa parted her lips to let out a delicious gasp, Noctis plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her gasp turned into a prolonged moan as he stroked her sweet, wet cavern with the tip of his muscle. Tifa's hands slowly went up from his chest to his nape where they went deep into his jet black hair to pull him against her. Meanwhile the ravenet was exploring every corner of her cavern, tasting her entirely. Their tongues met and began to tangle in a wet dance. Then Noctis allowed his lover to dominate him, adoring the way her tongue fondled his. She was always so affectionate with him... and he loved to be cared for.
"Hmmmm" he hummed deeply, feeling his fiancée lift her right leg, hooking it around his calf to give him more of an angle, to feel him more. Noctis felt her frown against his middlebrow, heard her whimper as their tongues still touched. The thick denim fabric of her shorts was being a real nuisance.
Suddenly the young man broke away from her. Tifa's dazed mind could barely react when he placed his large hands on her small waist and in one swift, controlled movement turned her around. One of the delicate hibiscus flowers disentangled from the girl's ash-brown hair and lightly fell to rest on the velvety, burgundy floor of the wardrobe. The white ribbon was almost undone, her chignon half unraveled.
Abruptly Noctis made his fiancée walk forward, to the mirrored wall of the room. Before crashing, Tifa rapidly placed the palms of her hands against the large, squeaky clean surface. In its reflection, she saw her fiancéʼs body hovering over hers. A ragged gasp came from Tifa's swollen lips as he embraced her from behind. His entire torso pressed against her back, his hand again gripping her belt to pull her hips back and make sure there was no space left between her rear and his crotch. Miss to be Caelum whimpered, rubbing her buttocks against him shamelessly.
Noctis leaned forward, resting his face on his belovedʼs left shoulder. He had a hawt smirk on his lips. Their gazes met in the mirror.
"My clothes fit you, Tifa" his voice came out low just inches away from her ear, delighting her auditory ossicles "I love that you wear them" his lips clipped her earlobe, leveraging that she was not wearing her earring.
Tifa bit her lower lip.
"Honestly, I wear them better" she cockily teased him before a high moan of pleasure sprouted from her mouth when she felt him humping against her.
"I wonʼt disagree to that" he replied, his hands moving up her beautiful figure until they reached and cupped her breasts "You should wear them in public more often" he commented, kneading her boobs, admiring the way she had turned his sober shirt into such a feminine and sexy garment.
Tifa nodded, smiling as she let out several lusty, airy sighs. She loved his massages, especially those ones.
It was when Noctis decided that he was not going to takehis shirtoff his girl. He loved seeing her with it on. But nothing stopped him from ripping off the white top, which fell to the ground without making a sound. Tifa's round, perfect breasts were now exposed. Not a second passed before Noctisʼ hands grabbed them again with eagerness.
"Ah... Noct..." the girl breathed, her head tumbling limp downward.
His fingers groped her with light roughness, his palms opening and closing around those meaty and sensitive mounds of flesh, playing with them at will. He adored them just as he adored the pink nipples that crowned them. These were erect but lacking attention. Noctis immediately pinched and twisted them between his thumb and forefinger until they hardened like a pair of marbles.
Tifa could not stop releasing whimpers full of pleasure. All that time her fiancé had not stopped rubbing against her, making the burning sensation between her legs only get bigger and bigger.
Seeing all that in the reflection of the mirror only made everything even more sensual.
The girl couldn't take it anymore. She needed to be touched. She leaned all her weight on her left hand before rushing her right to her groin. But something stopped her midway. Confused, she raised her face. It was completely red and flushed, strands of hair sticking to her temples from sweat. Obscured by pleasure, her eyes had abandoned their shimmering ruby hue, turning into a lustful crimson one. These met Noctis' blue ones, which also no longer had that sparkling sapphire color. Those irises were now like two raging seas. And Tifa felt herself drowning in them.
"Today only I will touch you" his voice came out guttural.
His fingers were the ones that had stopped her hand, curling around her small wrist in an iron grip. A dark smirk tugged at Noctis' lips as he watched his fiancée's needy expression turn to one of raw desperation. But he did not make her suffer. Immediately his fingers released her wrist and his hand slipped between her shapely thighs. From his loverʼs mouth came a high-pitched moan of delight. She pressed and squeezed herself against his palm, letting him feel her pulsating throb.
"Oh..." she gasped, feeling his hand wonderfully kneading her.
"Like this?" He teased her, kissing, sucking and licking the erogenous zone behind her ear.
"Like that..." the girl nodded "... Like that..." she reiterated.
But it still wasnʼt enough for either of them.
"Noctis" Tifa only had to say his name to get him to shove her against the mirror, its glass fogging up from the hot breaths coming unbridled out of her mouth. She felt her soft, warm breasts squeeze against the hard, cold surface. At no time did her fiancé stop touching and humping her. All those sensations were driving her crazy "Noctis" she repeated his name out of sheer necessity.
"I know, Tifa" he gasped in her ear, a hiss escaping from between his lips as he struggled to unbuckle her belt.
For some reason the damn fastener wouldn't open. A moment of mild panic and insecurity seized Noctis. He had undressed Tifa thousands of times. It had been a long time since he had encountered a complication like that. It reminded him of his initial inexperience. He was feeling embarrassed, his movements becoming desperate.
His sweet lover noticed what was happening and with infinite affection pleaded him:
"Kiss me, Noct" he glanced at her through the mirror.
She really needed that. She really needed him. And Noctis gave her what she craved, taking her lips with his with affection and passion. His nerves were then relieved as he shared that slow, sensual kiss with the woman he loved, the sweet waves of her lips soothing his very core.
His once frantic fingers, then, moved deftly.
The kiss broke as he rammed her hard once when, victorious, he managed to slip and throw away the damned belt. Their eyes met again in the reflection of the glass.
"Thank you, Tifa" he pressed himself against her, kissing her cheek and then giving her a worshipful kiss.
She smooched him back, feeling his fingers tugging downward at her tight denim shorts. These fell to the ground along with the bottom of her swimsuit. The fabric of his pants scratched her bare, delicate skin.
"I adore you, Noct" she whispered as the young man was quick to unbutton and pull down his own pants.
"And I adore you, Tifa" he reciprocated her words, his chest brimming with love for her.
He clung to her, inhaling her breaths whilst with his fingers he groped her first, rejoicing as he felt its tips fill with her warm, sticky fluids. Noctis had always loved knowing how thoroughly he made his fiancée wet her panties. It certainly gave him a boost of confidence, and fed his ego as a man. All his insecurity evaporated, as if it had never existed.
He took and positioned himself between her thighs. Tifa purred as she felt him slap her folds a couple of times with the tip of his throbbing hardness. Noctis placed his big left hand over her smaller one, their fingers intertwining against the glass, their engagement rings side by side.
Both shared a complicit smile before his masculinity found its way into her femininity. A slow whimper of pleasure escaped Tifa's lips as she felt her tight walls stretch for her man. Noctis also let out a low moan, feeling her embrace him possessively. He easily slipped through, going all the way in, reaching and touching her most sensitive spot. The heat of their bodies joined, the two of them feeling like they were finally burning together.
"Oh... Noct..." he heard his lover gasp.
He pressed his lips to her neck, depositing soft, tender kisses as he thrusted into her at a still slow and delicious pace. Noctis tucked his free hand between his lover and the mirror to stimulate her. The brunette arched, feeling his muscle contractions against her rear and the ministrations of his fingers in her throbbing spot. He knew exactly what to do and how to move. Her man knew her so well.
Tifa closed her eyes and rested her ruddy cheek against the glass, letting herself be carried away by the way Noctis was making love to her... But the prince's intention had never been to take her slow.
She was still wearing his black shirt with white stripes.
The girl's sensual, quiet, small moans transformed into lewd, high-pitched, loud screams as Noctis' gentle, slow rhythm turned into a rapid, unrestrained one. The slow swaying had turned into fast and hard onslaughts, the snapping sound of their bodies flooding the wardrobe.
Tifa cried out in pleasure as her fiancé furiously rammed her over and over onto the glass. His labored breaths and guttural grunts falling on her ear, his citrus cologne and his testosterone scent filling her nostrils, his rough hands gripping her little waist hard, his fingers sinking into her flesh, reddening it from the pressure, his hard shaft endlessly thrusting into her tender core...
The girl couldnʼt hold herself any longer. A delicious orgasm exploded inside her, consuming her like wild fire. Noctis felt her tighten for a couple of seconds before completely unraveling between his body and the mirror, releasing a perfect cry of ecstasy.
"Thatʼs my good girl" he cooed her smoothly with a husky voice, slowing his thrusts to let his woman enjoy her orgasm.
Tifa felt him as a gentle tide lapping against her shore, sending delicious waves of pleasure that washed her all over, melting her. He held her and continued to whisper words of love that were meant only for her to hear. His hands caressed all her torso and sleek back. His lips kissed her affectionately. His manhood did not cease to softly grace her femininity. A big smile tugged at Tifa's lips, loving the way her man worshiped her. She knew she was his goddess. And there was nothing better in the world than to be aware of that.
She was satisfied.
But Noctis was not finished. And if there was something he liked more than making Tifa cum once, it was making her cum twice.
Suddenly and abruptly he made her turn around, facing him. In that move, the second hibiscus flower fell from her hair. The white organdy ribbon finally slipped as well, releasing Tifa's dense, lustrous mane, which fell like a cascade of dark brown chocolate. A burst of sea scent flooded the nostrils of Noctis, who, completely desperate for his fiancée, grabbed her by her bottom and lifted her up.
Tifa barely had time to get her arms and legs around him before he slammed her back against the mirror and started to take her again, raw and savagely.
"N-Noct..." she gasped before he hushed her by taking her swollen lips with his demanding mouth.
His thrusts did not stop as he kissed her until leaving her breathless and with her heart beating rabidly against her chest.
When they parted, Tifa had to rest her cheek on his shoulder, a trickle of saliva running down her lower lip, her vision blurring at the immeasurable pleasure, her whole, limp body twitching and willing to be taken just as her lover desired.
Noctis sank his face into the crook of Tifaʼs neck, totally losing his mind because of how good it all felt... with those little, low moans that came out of her mouth, her voluptuous breasts pressed against his hard pecs, the way her hands clutched his shirt and how her long legs closed around his waist to retain him... she was so tight, warm and wet... and his shirt... that one she had put on because she missed him and was still wearing while he rammed into her.
Tifa meant everything to him. She was his, all his. She was going to be his wife, his princess. She was his whole future.
The pleasure, the heat, the love, the desire, all those thoughts... It all was too much.
"Tifa" he growled her name before he let himself go.
The prince exploded inside his beloved betrothed, his howl reverberating in the wardrobe, joining with that of Tifa who had also just reached, for a second time, that sweet bliss.
The two remained static for a moment, maintaining their stance. Noctis was still holding her, panting with difficulty. Her snowy fingers tightly gripped the spiky locks of his sweated jet black hair, feeling her insides filling up with his seed. Since they had decided to get married they had also resolved that they wanted to have a family. Tifa had always desired to be a mother and there was nothing in the world that Noctis wanted more than being the father of her children.
Both were ready to become parents.
Unprotected sex terminating with him inside her went from being something sporadic to something quotidian. And they both loved it.
"Oh... Baby" Noctis muttered before turning around to lean his back against the mirror and then sliding down with his fiancé still curled around him.
As he sat down on the velvety floor, she carefully repositioned herself on top of him. Noctis cradled her, wrapping his arms around her possessively as she rested her ruddy cheek on his shoulder. Both were breathing shakily, thick beads of sweat running down their hot skin. They were feeling like two intertwined, messy puddles.
Still, they couldn't be more comfortable and plethoric. There was something simply addictive about primal sex. Noctis loved being able to take his girl like that, raw and hard, almost like animals. And she liked it just as much as he did, knowing that it was the deepest love and desire that pushed them to have that kind of intercourse.
Tifa rubbed her face against his neck like a cat would do before a sweet giggle escaped her lips. Her fiancé, who had his eyes closed, lazily smiled at that melodic sound.
"What?" he asked, one of his hands stroking her very long ash brown hair.
"Nothing" Tifa snuggled up against him "... Iʼm just so happy...Youmake me really happy" she whispered after a short pause.
The ravenet shifted, seeking her gaze. When he found it, the hand that had been on her waist cradled her cheek. The girl leaned into his palm before tenderly depositing a kiss on it.
"Youʼre beautiful, Tifa" he whispered to her, his thumb caressing her softly "So beautiful" he repeated, knowing that those words were too little to express how truly magnificent she was.
They stared into each otherʼs irises, sapphire on ruby, ice on fire, losing themselves in each other. Tifa's fingertips outlined his jaw before moving upward, delicately, as if she were touching something fragile. Only that girl could touch him like that, could make him feel like that. Noctis shuddered before pulling her in for a long, slow, yearning kiss.
He wanted and was going to take care of her and protect her forever, like the most precious treasure. He would never let anything nor anyone hurt her again. He would always be there for her. And Tifa knew it. She wasn't going to let anything harm him either. Noctis was the love of her life, the most important thing she had ever had. The two were equally eager to seal their union before the Gods of Lucis, their souls forever bound together. That was what their engagement rings really meant. That was what both of them truly desired.
They needily clung to each other, loving each other, losing all track of time until a buzzing sound brought them back to reality. Not without annoyance, Noctis broke the kiss and took his smartphone out of the pocket of his pants, that until that moment had been lying beside them. Tifa knew exactly who was calling her fiancé when she saw the exaggerated way he raised his black eyebrow.
A laugh burst from her lips.
"What could aunt Izunia want?" she quipped, referring to Noctisʼ uncle, Ardyn.
Between them they had the joke of calling him 'the crazy aunt of the Caelum family' for his bombastic personality. Noctis found it an ordeal to put up with him.
"Donʼt know, donʼt care" the young man put the device in silent mode before laying it face down on the velvety floor. He looked at his smiling fiancée now, stroking her naked body up and down "Letʼs shower together"
She nodded, remembering that they would dine at 'El Dorado'.
"What are you going to wear?" she asked as her man scooped her into his arms.
"Uh? Is it that you want to wear my outfit?" he teased her as he lifted her up like a princess, her feet dangling with her ochre lucian sandals still on.
Tifa wrapped her arms around his neck and swung her legs slightly, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Mmmm... Itʼs a good suggestion"
Noctis chuckled before diverting his gaze to her indigo dress, that one she used to wear together with the golden crescent moon earring.
He loved that dress because it was the one Tifa had put on on their first romantic date. And he knew she had worn it on purpose. That color was representative of the Caelum dynasty. With that tonality it was also reminiscent of the night sky, referring to his full name, Noctis Caelum. With it Tifa had subtly told him that she wanted to belong to him.
The crescent moon hanging from her left ear had been a gift from her long deceased mother, Thea. And it had been exceedingly appropriate, as if they weredestined.
Tifa Lockhart was Noctis Caelumʼs heart. The bright moon in his dark night.
"I'll wear that one if you wear your black suit with the matching indigo tie" her voice made him look at her.
She was smiling brightly at him, her eyes sparkling like two gemstones.
"Deal" Noctis answered her with a matching, adorable wide smile, then exited the wardrobe heading for the bathroom.
Whilst Tifa got carried in his strong, loving arms, she noticed something she hadn't seen when entering the room earlier. It was a bouquet composed of blue and lilac delphiniums and white lilies of the valley, her favorite flowers.
The girl looked at her fiancé.
She couldnʼt wait to call him her husband.