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Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex, m/f/m
Word count: 1,512
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Maria/Edgar: Threesome - "What diva wants, diva gets."
A/N: This prompt is for February 13. I apologize for its tardiness.
She climaxed with a scream as golden as her voice, dragging Setzer back down onto the satin sheets with her. But, once was never enough, so she rolled him onto his back and straddled him before he could even consider basking in her afterglow.
Maria was always this way after a concert: high on herself and filled with sexual energy to burn. She'd told him early on that singing was a lot like sex, only without the release. The closer to climax of each opera she sang, the more excited she grew, until she threw herself at Setzer as soon as the last curtain dropped, whisking him away to her dressing room for a quickie before they settled down to business for the main event.
A knock at the door drew a frown and a grunt from the singer. "I told them no interruptions."
And Setzer was quite sure the Impresario knew what went on behind closed doors after each performance. He couldn't imagine Maria's guardian allowing anyone to disturb them, especially considering the moods the singer fell into if her wants and needs weren't met.
"I'll get rid of him," the gambler promised, drawing the sheets over her naked body.
"Not yet," she whimpered against his neck, stroking down across his stomach to take him in hand. "Don't leave me alone."
He hardened instantly, wondering how she could make him stiff again so soon. Not that he minded; not in the least. The time he spent with her was golden. There was more to her--something past her entitled attitude--that others couldn't see. But, he'd seen her at her worst, not just her best, confided to her things he'd never been able to tell anyone else, and listened to her secrets in return.
Reluctantly, he slipped free of her hand, promising, "I'll be right back," before he claimed her mouth for a passionate kiss. She tasted of him, with still a hint of the fruits and wines they'd consumed before her performance.
Wrapping the bedspread around his waist he slipped off the bed. A moment later, the second knock echoed through the tiny room. Excitement faded into annoyance, annoyance he knew Maria would share when she had to arouse him again. With a smile, he reached for the doorknob. It could be fun, now that he thought about it. Fun if he could keep her from rolling over and falling asleep in a huff.
Edgar stood in the hall, his face haggard, his expression concerned, until his eyes fell across Setzer's disarray and his cheeks flamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know...I didn't..." He ran one hand through his blond hair. "Think."
"Who's there?" Maria called and Setzer heard the bed creak.
"The King of Figaro," he replied. Dropping his voice, he asked, "I hope this is something that can wait? One more round, okay?"
"I..."
"The King? Invite him in. Ask him to join us...please."
The gambler didn't miss the look of surprise that flashed in Edgar's eyes, nor the way he glanced back over his shoulder, maybe in hopes of rescue. Before he could protest, Setzer dragged him in, noting the way his eyes roamed the room, how he drank in Maria's naked body when she allowed the sheets to slip free and pool around her on the bed.
He felt a moment's guilt at the unhappiness that clouded the king's face. He's never gotten over her. Maria looked so much like Celes...it had to hurt. But, they could make him forget the former general. Maria could make a man forget anything.
With a grin, the gambler extended his hand to the king. "Come on now, Edger. What diva wants, diva gets."
He was almost jealous by the way the singer practically drooled over the young king. Everyone knew Edgar was the prime catch of the land; just like everyone knew he was waiting...waiting to see whether Celes chose him, or Locke.
There was no mistaking the bulge that rose in Edgar's pants, though, as he approached the bed. A look of hunger replaced the longing in his eyes. He bowed low to Maria, a dramatic, elegant picture in his royal finery with his long blond hair pulled back into a tail tied with a silken bow.
She rose on hands and knees, made her way to the foot of the bed where she captured the king's cheeks between her hands, planted her lips on his. Edgar drank of her, dragged her tongue into his mouth. Setzer wondered if it was the singer he was seeing, or if he fancied himself kissing Celes instead.
The king didn't protest when he relieved him of his coat of royal blue, nor seem to notice when Maria pulled the dark ribbon from his hair. Waves of blond spilled around his shoulders while his hands slid from her shoulders, down her back, across her shapely behind.
She fell backwards suddenly, pulling him onto the bed with her. While she worked her way down the buttons on his shirt, Edgar fumbled with his belt and pants. Casting aside the blanket that covered him, Setzer joined them, tugging at Edgar's boots from behind.
When his clothes lay piled atop theirs beside the bed, they tangled, exploring each other's bodies until Setzer couldn't tell whose hands were placed where...at least not until Maria's fingernails dragged across the length of his cock. He leaned into her grasp, watching her slender fingers wrap around him while those of her other hand claimed Edgar.
They thrust into her hands while she tightened around them and struggled to her knees to kiss first Setzer and then Edgar again. Her mouth dropped to the king's dick, licking and kissing while she stroked his balls with the tips of her crimson nails. He tensed and bucked. A moan slipped from his lips as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
When her lips slid to his cock, Setzer steeled himself. Having already orgasmed once, he was still sensitive and much more susceptible to going off again. As if she sensed his dilemma, she laughed softly while her tongue made its way to the tip and licked off the fluids pooling there.
She broke off the second the light tremor made its way toward his body, shoved him behind Edgar as she dropped to the bed and dragged the king forward. It took Setzer a moment to catch his breath, to will down the beginnings of release. With his eyes closed, he calmed himself, breathed deeply until the stirrings inside stopped.
There was something enticing about the young king's backside--the muscles and curve of it--something about the way it tapered off to his trim waist, the way his muscled back and shoulders completed his powerful image. To say he hadn't noticed the king's looks would have been a lie, but he'd never had the chance to observe him naked before. Now that he had, he had to admit he hoped to see him this way more often.
Edgar straddled the diva, following her lead as she stroked his cock to hardness again, dug her nails into his hips as she pulled him close, guided him into her. With a gasp, she tightened around him and Setzer felt his own penis quiver in response.
He knew Maria well, watched as Edgar pounded into her, as she grunted and panted and wrapped her legs around him. But, when the initial excitement was past, she slowed him, drawing her legs tighter until he was forced to bow to her whims.
It was then Setzer moved up behind him, his knees inside the spread of Edgar's and Maria's open legs. Edgar startled at his touch, moaned when Setzer's hands cupped his balls. He squeezed gently, watching for the buck in Edgar's hips. When it came, he thrust into the king carefully from behind. With his balls captured, the other man didn't dare jerk and Setzer massaged as he thrust deeper, hoping to distract Edgar from the initial pain.
It had been a long time since he'd taken a man and Setzer wasn't prepared for the squeeze of Edgar's body around him, for the speed with which he came, muscles tightening, a knot of pleasure in his groin. He came when Maria did, rough and powerful, pleasure ripping through his cock and into his body, tremors with enough strength to render him weak.
The fingers wrapped around the king's balls released as he slumped against Edgar's back. Maria screamed as she had earlier and a moment later Edgar shuddered with an orgasm that triggered another burst of pleasure for Setzer, still embedded inside him.
When they tumbled to the bed at last, Setzer breathless and Maria unable to move, Edgar made his way around them and between them. His lips found the singer's belly; his hand found the gambler's cock. And, before they knew it, they were hot and hard again and they rolled until Setzer was on the bottom, Maria in the middle, and Edgar, smiling from ear to ear, on top.
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex, m/f/m
Word count: 1,512
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Maria/Edgar: Threesome - "What diva wants, diva gets."
A/N: This prompt is for February 13. I apologize for its tardiness.
She climaxed with a scream as golden as her voice, dragging Setzer back down onto the satin sheets with her. But, once was never enough, so she rolled him onto his back and straddled him before he could even consider basking in her afterglow.
Maria was always this way after a concert: high on herself and filled with sexual energy to burn. She'd told him early on that singing was a lot like sex, only without the release. The closer to climax of each opera she sang, the more excited she grew, until she threw herself at Setzer as soon as the last curtain dropped, whisking him away to her dressing room for a quickie before they settled down to business for the main event.
A knock at the door drew a frown and a grunt from the singer. "I told them no interruptions."
And Setzer was quite sure the Impresario knew what went on behind closed doors after each performance. He couldn't imagine Maria's guardian allowing anyone to disturb them, especially considering the moods the singer fell into if her wants and needs weren't met.
"I'll get rid of him," the gambler promised, drawing the sheets over her naked body.
"Not yet," she whimpered against his neck, stroking down across his stomach to take him in hand. "Don't leave me alone."
He hardened instantly, wondering how she could make him stiff again so soon. Not that he minded; not in the least. The time he spent with her was golden. There was more to her--something past her entitled attitude--that others couldn't see. But, he'd seen her at her worst, not just her best, confided to her things he'd never been able to tell anyone else, and listened to her secrets in return.
Reluctantly, he slipped free of her hand, promising, "I'll be right back," before he claimed her mouth for a passionate kiss. She tasted of him, with still a hint of the fruits and wines they'd consumed before her performance.
Wrapping the bedspread around his waist he slipped off the bed. A moment later, the second knock echoed through the tiny room. Excitement faded into annoyance, annoyance he knew Maria would share when she had to arouse him again. With a smile, he reached for the doorknob. It could be fun, now that he thought about it. Fun if he could keep her from rolling over and falling asleep in a huff.
Edgar stood in the hall, his face haggard, his expression concerned, until his eyes fell across Setzer's disarray and his cheeks flamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know...I didn't..." He ran one hand through his blond hair. "Think."
"Who's there?" Maria called and Setzer heard the bed creak.
"The King of Figaro," he replied. Dropping his voice, he asked, "I hope this is something that can wait? One more round, okay?"
"I..."
"The King? Invite him in. Ask him to join us...please."
The gambler didn't miss the look of surprise that flashed in Edgar's eyes, nor the way he glanced back over his shoulder, maybe in hopes of rescue. Before he could protest, Setzer dragged him in, noting the way his eyes roamed the room, how he drank in Maria's naked body when she allowed the sheets to slip free and pool around her on the bed.
He felt a moment's guilt at the unhappiness that clouded the king's face. He's never gotten over her. Maria looked so much like Celes...it had to hurt. But, they could make him forget the former general. Maria could make a man forget anything.
With a grin, the gambler extended his hand to the king. "Come on now, Edger. What diva wants, diva gets."
He was almost jealous by the way the singer practically drooled over the young king. Everyone knew Edgar was the prime catch of the land; just like everyone knew he was waiting...waiting to see whether Celes chose him, or Locke.
There was no mistaking the bulge that rose in Edgar's pants, though, as he approached the bed. A look of hunger replaced the longing in his eyes. He bowed low to Maria, a dramatic, elegant picture in his royal finery with his long blond hair pulled back into a tail tied with a silken bow.
She rose on hands and knees, made her way to the foot of the bed where she captured the king's cheeks between her hands, planted her lips on his. Edgar drank of her, dragged her tongue into his mouth. Setzer wondered if it was the singer he was seeing, or if he fancied himself kissing Celes instead.
The king didn't protest when he relieved him of his coat of royal blue, nor seem to notice when Maria pulled the dark ribbon from his hair. Waves of blond spilled around his shoulders while his hands slid from her shoulders, down her back, across her shapely behind.
She fell backwards suddenly, pulling him onto the bed with her. While she worked her way down the buttons on his shirt, Edgar fumbled with his belt and pants. Casting aside the blanket that covered him, Setzer joined them, tugging at Edgar's boots from behind.
When his clothes lay piled atop theirs beside the bed, they tangled, exploring each other's bodies until Setzer couldn't tell whose hands were placed where...at least not until Maria's fingernails dragged across the length of his cock. He leaned into her grasp, watching her slender fingers wrap around him while those of her other hand claimed Edgar.
They thrust into her hands while she tightened around them and struggled to her knees to kiss first Setzer and then Edgar again. Her mouth dropped to the king's dick, licking and kissing while she stroked his balls with the tips of her crimson nails. He tensed and bucked. A moan slipped from his lips as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
When her lips slid to his cock, Setzer steeled himself. Having already orgasmed once, he was still sensitive and much more susceptible to going off again. As if she sensed his dilemma, she laughed softly while her tongue made its way to the tip and licked off the fluids pooling there.
She broke off the second the light tremor made its way toward his body, shoved him behind Edgar as she dropped to the bed and dragged the king forward. It took Setzer a moment to catch his breath, to will down the beginnings of release. With his eyes closed, he calmed himself, breathed deeply until the stirrings inside stopped.
There was something enticing about the young king's backside--the muscles and curve of it--something about the way it tapered off to his trim waist, the way his muscled back and shoulders completed his powerful image. To say he hadn't noticed the king's looks would have been a lie, but he'd never had the chance to observe him naked before. Now that he had, he had to admit he hoped to see him this way more often.
Edgar straddled the diva, following her lead as she stroked his cock to hardness again, dug her nails into his hips as she pulled him close, guided him into her. With a gasp, she tightened around him and Setzer felt his own penis quiver in response.
He knew Maria well, watched as Edgar pounded into her, as she grunted and panted and wrapped her legs around him. But, when the initial excitement was past, she slowed him, drawing her legs tighter until he was forced to bow to her whims.
It was then Setzer moved up behind him, his knees inside the spread of Edgar's and Maria's open legs. Edgar startled at his touch, moaned when Setzer's hands cupped his balls. He squeezed gently, watching for the buck in Edgar's hips. When it came, he thrust into the king carefully from behind. With his balls captured, the other man didn't dare jerk and Setzer massaged as he thrust deeper, hoping to distract Edgar from the initial pain.
It had been a long time since he'd taken a man and Setzer wasn't prepared for the squeeze of Edgar's body around him, for the speed with which he came, muscles tightening, a knot of pleasure in his groin. He came when Maria did, rough and powerful, pleasure ripping through his cock and into his body, tremors with enough strength to render him weak.
The fingers wrapped around the king's balls released as he slumped against Edgar's back. Maria screamed as she had earlier and a moment later Edgar shuddered with an orgasm that triggered another burst of pleasure for Setzer, still embedded inside him.
When they tumbled to the bed at last, Setzer breathless and Maria unable to move, Edgar made his way around them and between them. His lips found the singer's belly; his hand found the gambler's cock. And, before they knew it, they were hot and hard again and they rolled until Setzer was on the bottom, Maria in the middle, and Edgar, smiling from ear to ear, on top.
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Date: 2008-03-03 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-03 07:50 pm (UTC)I love you! This was SO worth the wait! This is going into my memories for sure!
One little typo, second paragraph: "....the more exited she grew..." I think you meant "excited," but it didn't spoil the fic.
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Date: 2008-03-03 11:42 pm (UTC)It was a fun story to write.
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Date: 2008-03-03 11:44 pm (UTC)I enjoyed writing this prompt, so thanks for requesting it. :)
And, thanks for the typo catch. I've fixed it now. I was posting this kinda late last night.