kinkfest | Final Fantasy VI (Edgar/Terra)

Title: Sea of Glass
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 451
Summary: Edgar and Terra consummate their love.
Prompt: #10. Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra: Sea of Glass - Edgar had known for a long time that the woman meant to be his queen would have to be a tough woman.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.

Sea of Glass

Edgar had known for a long time that the woman meant to be his queen would have to be a tough woman. But, he’d never expected to actually fall in love.

There had been no denying her beauty from the first moment Locke had brought her to Figaro for protection. He’d known then that there was more to her than met the eye. There had to be if the Empire had pressed her into service using a slave crown. It wasn’t until he’d seen her in action, watched her cast magic supposedly long-dead, that he’d realized she wasn’t a woman to be trifled with.

He eased Terra down onto the glittering black sand, undressed her in the soft light of a million stars reflected off the sea of glass that surrounded them. She tugged at his clothes then. He shrugged out of his jacket, plucked at the buttons on his shirt.

“There’s no hurry,” she whispered against his neck as she covered his hands with hers.

She guided his hands to her breasts while she removed his shirt. They were soft and responsive beneath his fingers. She leaned into him with the ghost of a sigh.

Her fingers stroked light against his chest. Her lips traced the patterns of hard muscles, her tongue teased taut nipples. Edgar pressed against his pants, wishing for her hands, her lips around his cock.

As if reading his mind, her hands dropped lower, fingernails light against his abdomen as he dropped his mouth to her breast. She shifted to allow him better access, inhaled sharply as he nipped and sucked. She tasted of fine bath oil and smelled of herbs that had been scattered across their wedding bed.

Her hands slid into his pants, wrapped around him, stroked until he trembled in her grasp. She straddled his legs, eased herself into his lap. Her hands milked him until he was hard and then guided him into her.

They moved together, joined forever, gentle thrusts, tightened muscles drawing pleasure from one into the other, returning it ten-fold. She was tight, had never been soiled by man. He wished he had waited, wished he had given himself only to her.

She didn’t mind. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in her body as they moved against each other in a tender rhythm that sparked pleasure wherever they touched.

Magic sparkled across her skin and into him. He thrust into her harder and faster and she answered his passion with hers. Her body trembled in ecstasy. He spilled his seed inside her with a moan that rippled between them.

They were one, now and forever.

King and queen.

Lovers.

Man and wife.