Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Desert Mirage ❯ The Unveiling of Night ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Izzygirl0728 
Wakka has an interesting dream
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 06.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
Wakka has an interesting dream
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 06.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: This story contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature. If you don't want to read that sort of thing then turn back now. Ye be warned!
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy X and all of it characters are owned Square Enix, and are copyrighted. I am just borrowing them for a little harmless fun, well...
Note~ I know there is some OOC-ness at the beginning on this chapter but it will all be explained. =)
Chapter 3: The Unveiling of Night
Wakka was more than slightly confused, he could distinctly feel a hand rather low on his belly, toying softly with the thick patch of hair that trailed from his navel to his groin. He stiffened as he realized that a large amount of blood was pooling in his lap and filling his traitorous body. If he got an erection it was going to be really difficult to hide it from whoever was caressing him.
He gasped as he felt the hand in question resume it torturously slow downward slide. Wakka reacted instinctively and shoot one of his hands down, grabbing a slender wrist and halting the dangerous descent. His breathing was ragged and shallow, and despite his best efforts to control himself, his manhood was completely engorged. He wanted desperately to be touched, his body was literally begging him for it but something in his mind told him it was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” Yuna’s voice floated over him and Wakka was shocked at how seductive it was. “ Wakka I just want to touch you. You said that I could.” she pouted trying to push her hand down further and succeeding in grazing the tip of his penis causing him to grunt and buck his hips.
Yuna laughed at his complete lack of control causing Wakka to flush a deep red. Her touch seemed to have erased the multitude of objections that his mind had flung at him. His whole body was humming as Wakka loosened the grip he had on Yuna’s wrist, He was taut with anticipation. Her touch when it came was a soft, barely there, brush of skin on skin that caused a moan to escape from Wakka’s slightly parted lips.
The muscles in his groin contracted forcing a drop of milky fluid to bead at the tip. His control vanished and all he could think about was being inside of Yuna NOW. He grabbed her pulling her onto his lap forcing his mouth hard against hers, his tongue bullied its way between her now bruised lips.
He felt her moan and her hand tightened on him, the pressure she was creating was delicious and unbearable. He thrust forcefully against her, the tip of his manhood brushing against the silky skin of her inner thighs. He reached his hand between their bodies his mouth never ceasing it’s assault on her even as he sought her femininity with his fingers.
“ Ahh Yevon.” Wakka breathed his fingers finding the damp patch at the apex of Yuna’s thighs. Yuna moaned and ground her hips against his hand forcing his fingers into her slick channel. Wakka’s penis gave a sharp throb as he felt a wetness and warmth that spoke to the core of him.
Yuna was panting and mewling as she forced her hips down pushing his fingers deep into her body.
“ Please Wakka… I need it.” She begged her eyes dark and dilated with arousal as she rocked against his hand.
Wakka didn’t need anymore encouragement he pulled out his hand and positioned himself at her entrance. He took a steadying breath and thrust forward…
Wakka bit back the cry of pain as he thrust himself hard into the mat beneath him, the stiff mat was not gentle with his overly engorged manhood. His eyes shot open and he pulled his hips back sharply reaching a hand down to cradle his abused flesh. He touched himself gingerly, checking for damage, his body however had other ideas and despite being sore his penis throbbed in his hand.
Wakka sighed and forced his hand away. He snuck a quick glance at Yuna and was relieved to note that her breathing was still the deep even breaths of sleep. He rolled over onto his back trying to slow his breathing and calm his arousal.
That dream had been so real, Wakka could still feel the weight of Yuna’s body pressing on his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to force the images out of his mind but he kept picturing her panting and moaning and writhing against him. Wakka moaned softly under his breath. He had never thought of Yuna that way and he was a little frightened at how explicit his dream had been.
What had gotten into him, he was a full grown man, and a guardian, yet here he was lusting after his summoner like a school boy who had never been touched. He clenched his hands and took several deep calming breaths forcing his body to obey him. With his arousal starting to die down, Wakka sat up and pulled back a flap of the tent.
The sun was just below the horizon, it’s ascent painting the sky a soft pearl pink. The sand dunes shimmered like rose quartz and already the air outside was warming. Deciding that sleep was a lost cause Wakka carefully disentangled himself from the blanket, making very sure not to wake Yuna. He stood up and looked down at the peaceful form of his summoner, Yuna looked like an angel, the morning light hitting her skin and giving her a subtle glow.
Wakka blinked hard and looked away, a blush coloring his features. He knew he need to stay near to her but he also knew he needed to be keeping an eye out for their companions, and since she was sleeping he decided that a quick walk outside would be okay.
He bent down and grabbed his vest off the ground from where he had been using it as a pillow and slid It over his shoulders. He stood outside the tent for a few minutes breathing the crisp air deeply and regaining his center. It was incredibly quiet but that didn’t mean that there was no life. Several small animal were roaming about in search of food before the sun made hunting a burden.
“ Auron, Tidus….Lu….where are you guys?” Wakka asked softly, his previous optimism waning slightly. He was beginning to consider that he and Yuna would have to try and travel the desert on their own, he knew that they could not remain stationary for too long. He felt a pang in his heart for their companions and shuddered at the thought that they might never travel together again.
Yuna rolled over and blinked into the light filtering through the opening of the tent. Instinctively her hand crept to the other side of the sleeping mat and then a cold wash of fear swept through her belly when she came to the realization that she was alone. Yuna jerked up and searched the tent with her eyes. Panic clutching at her throat.
“ Wakka….” Yuan tried to call out to him but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. She stumbled to her feet and disregarding her state of undress ran through the opening of the tent into the blinding light of the rising sun.
She shielded her eyes and squinted in pain as she crashed into the light. It took a few minutes for her at adjust but finally she was able to get a good picture of her surroundings. The were large footprints in the sand leading around to the back of the tent and hurriedly she followed them. When she reached the other side however she still couldn’t see Wakka anywhere, tears were running down her cheeks and her breathing was hitching in her chest.
She felt foolish and weak but still she felt loneliness and panic crushing in on her. She was terrified that Wakka had been killed or wandered off and gotten lost, terrified that she would have to find her way out of the sand alone. She knew that her Aeons would protect her but she didn’t want to go alone to her death. She had always wanted to spend her last journey with the people she loved, going alone might break her spirit. She knew she could be strong for the ones she loved, could sacrifice everything for them.
“ I don’t know if I will make it alone.” she whispered to herself, wrapping her arms around her waist and hugging herself.
“ You don’t have to Yuna, we will all be there with you.” Wakka replied from behind her causing her to whirl around and throw herself into his arms. The force of her body against his unbalanced him and they both tumbled into the soft sand. Wakka grunted as Yuna fell on top of him forcing the air out of his lungs. Yuna quickly sat up straddling his thighs and looked down at her stunned guardian.
“ I thought you were gone.” Yuna cried looking down into his face her eyes slightly accusing.
“ Ahh…I told you I was gonna keep you safe. I was just checking for any signs of the others, we do still need to try and find them.” Wakka coughed out his body trying very hard to refill the vacuum of his lungs.
Yuna felt guilty immediately, she had overreacted BIGTIME. A deep flush colored her face as she thought of her other guardians and how she had been so self centered. “ I’m so sorry Wakka, I feel terrible.” Yuna said softly leaning forward to press her head over Wakka’s heart.
Her heat hit him with a startling intensity and Wakka finally realized that Yuna was laying on top of him, obviously feeling too guilty to realize her rather provocative position not to mention her lack of clothing. His mind promptly slipped back into his dream and the sensations of the night before filled his veins.
The scene in front of him was far to similar to the one in his dream for his body to ignore. He felt himself starting to harden beneath his summoner and knew he had to act quickly if he wanted Yuna to remain ignorant of his condition. He sat up pushing her with him, using his arms to slid her further down his thighs to keep her from feeling his arousal. The painfully slow slide of Yuna’s thighs down his own was doing nothing to help his condition and he was becoming very obvious even through the fabric of his pants. Yuna was looking bewildered at his sudden physical reaction and raised one of her eyebrows at him.
“ Wakka what is it, is something wrong?” She questioned her cheeks still glistening with tears.
“ No… well…Yuna.” Wakka said giving a meaningful look to their current position. She made a little “o” with her mouth and using his shoulders for leverage she started to push herself up. Her bare feet were having trouble finding purchase in the loose sand, she slid forward and flailed a little before falling jarringly back into Wakka’s lap.
Yuna grew very still her mind processing several things at once. Firstly there was the sharp gasp that had escaped from Wakka and how now he wouldn’t look at her. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head turned to the side. Also there was the incredible pain in her ankle from twisting it in the slippery sand. Most of her however was focusing on the hard source of heat that now pressed directly between her legs.
Yuna sat not quite comprehending her own reaction, she felt as though she had just slipped into a warm bath, her whole body heating from where her body and Wakka‘s met in the most appallingly intimate way.
Yuna gasped very softly as she felt a surge of wetness in between her legs. Her body was not completely unaware of arousal but never in her life had it been this intense, Yuna thought if she stayed like this she might very well melt into Wakka. Her body however was not satisfied with this stationary contact and she felt a deep desire to move her hips and rock against the hardness firmly wedged between her legs. Yuna tentatively thrust her hips forcing a moan from her throat and what sounded like a sob from Wakka.
“ For Yevon’s sake Yuna, don’t move.” Wakka’s voice sounded choked his hands coming to still her hips, his breathing shattered. She ceased her movements but felt a pang of regret at the loss of sensation. Wakka suddenly ground himself hard against her thrusting twice before stilling again.
“Wakka.” She ventured softly the haze of arousal leaving her swimming in sensation. She wanted him to know it was okay, but soon regretted her decision as Wakka’s eyes met her own and suddenly she felt herself being shoved hard as Wakka unceremoniously dumped her in the sand before rushing back to the tent.
Authors note~ Ok well I know that I am a bit of a tease but patience is a virtue. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy X and all of it characters are owned Square Enix, and are copyrighted. I am just borrowing them for a little harmless fun, well...
Note~ I know there is some OOC-ness at the beginning on this chapter but it will all be explained. =)
Chapter 3: The Unveiling of Night
Wakka was more than slightly confused, he could distinctly feel a hand rather low on his belly, toying softly with the thick patch of hair that trailed from his navel to his groin. He stiffened as he realized that a large amount of blood was pooling in his lap and filling his traitorous body. If he got an erection it was going to be really difficult to hide it from whoever was caressing him.
He gasped as he felt the hand in question resume it torturously slow downward slide. Wakka reacted instinctively and shoot one of his hands down, grabbing a slender wrist and halting the dangerous descent. His breathing was ragged and shallow, and despite his best efforts to control himself, his manhood was completely engorged. He wanted desperately to be touched, his body was literally begging him for it but something in his mind told him it was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” Yuna’s voice floated over him and Wakka was shocked at how seductive it was. “ Wakka I just want to touch you. You said that I could.” she pouted trying to push her hand down further and succeeding in grazing the tip of his penis causing him to grunt and buck his hips.
Yuna laughed at his complete lack of control causing Wakka to flush a deep red. Her touch seemed to have erased the multitude of objections that his mind had flung at him. His whole body was humming as Wakka loosened the grip he had on Yuna’s wrist, He was taut with anticipation. Her touch when it came was a soft, barely there, brush of skin on skin that caused a moan to escape from Wakka’s slightly parted lips.
The muscles in his groin contracted forcing a drop of milky fluid to bead at the tip. His control vanished and all he could think about was being inside of Yuna NOW. He grabbed her pulling her onto his lap forcing his mouth hard against hers, his tongue bullied its way between her now bruised lips.
He felt her moan and her hand tightened on him, the pressure she was creating was delicious and unbearable. He thrust forcefully against her, the tip of his manhood brushing against the silky skin of her inner thighs. He reached his hand between their bodies his mouth never ceasing it’s assault on her even as he sought her femininity with his fingers.
“ Ahh Yevon.” Wakka breathed his fingers finding the damp patch at the apex of Yuna’s thighs. Yuna moaned and ground her hips against his hand forcing his fingers into her slick channel. Wakka’s penis gave a sharp throb as he felt a wetness and warmth that spoke to the core of him.
Yuna was panting and mewling as she forced her hips down pushing his fingers deep into her body.
“ Please Wakka… I need it.” She begged her eyes dark and dilated with arousal as she rocked against his hand.
Wakka didn’t need anymore encouragement he pulled out his hand and positioned himself at her entrance. He took a steadying breath and thrust forward…
Wakka bit back the cry of pain as he thrust himself hard into the mat beneath him, the stiff mat was not gentle with his overly engorged manhood. His eyes shot open and he pulled his hips back sharply reaching a hand down to cradle his abused flesh. He touched himself gingerly, checking for damage, his body however had other ideas and despite being sore his penis throbbed in his hand.
Wakka sighed and forced his hand away. He snuck a quick glance at Yuna and was relieved to note that her breathing was still the deep even breaths of sleep. He rolled over onto his back trying to slow his breathing and calm his arousal.
That dream had been so real, Wakka could still feel the weight of Yuna’s body pressing on his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to force the images out of his mind but he kept picturing her panting and moaning and writhing against him. Wakka moaned softly under his breath. He had never thought of Yuna that way and he was a little frightened at how explicit his dream had been.
What had gotten into him, he was a full grown man, and a guardian, yet here he was lusting after his summoner like a school boy who had never been touched. He clenched his hands and took several deep calming breaths forcing his body to obey him. With his arousal starting to die down, Wakka sat up and pulled back a flap of the tent.
The sun was just below the horizon, it’s ascent painting the sky a soft pearl pink. The sand dunes shimmered like rose quartz and already the air outside was warming. Deciding that sleep was a lost cause Wakka carefully disentangled himself from the blanket, making very sure not to wake Yuna. He stood up and looked down at the peaceful form of his summoner, Yuna looked like an angel, the morning light hitting her skin and giving her a subtle glow.
Wakka blinked hard and looked away, a blush coloring his features. He knew he need to stay near to her but he also knew he needed to be keeping an eye out for their companions, and since she was sleeping he decided that a quick walk outside would be okay.
He bent down and grabbed his vest off the ground from where he had been using it as a pillow and slid It over his shoulders. He stood outside the tent for a few minutes breathing the crisp air deeply and regaining his center. It was incredibly quiet but that didn’t mean that there was no life. Several small animal were roaming about in search of food before the sun made hunting a burden.
“ Auron, Tidus….Lu….where are you guys?” Wakka asked softly, his previous optimism waning slightly. He was beginning to consider that he and Yuna would have to try and travel the desert on their own, he knew that they could not remain stationary for too long. He felt a pang in his heart for their companions and shuddered at the thought that they might never travel together again.
Yuna rolled over and blinked into the light filtering through the opening of the tent. Instinctively her hand crept to the other side of the sleeping mat and then a cold wash of fear swept through her belly when she came to the realization that she was alone. Yuna jerked up and searched the tent with her eyes. Panic clutching at her throat.
“ Wakka….” Yuan tried to call out to him but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. She stumbled to her feet and disregarding her state of undress ran through the opening of the tent into the blinding light of the rising sun.
She shielded her eyes and squinted in pain as she crashed into the light. It took a few minutes for her at adjust but finally she was able to get a good picture of her surroundings. The were large footprints in the sand leading around to the back of the tent and hurriedly she followed them. When she reached the other side however she still couldn’t see Wakka anywhere, tears were running down her cheeks and her breathing was hitching in her chest.
She felt foolish and weak but still she felt loneliness and panic crushing in on her. She was terrified that Wakka had been killed or wandered off and gotten lost, terrified that she would have to find her way out of the sand alone. She knew that her Aeons would protect her but she didn’t want to go alone to her death. She had always wanted to spend her last journey with the people she loved, going alone might break her spirit. She knew she could be strong for the ones she loved, could sacrifice everything for them.
“ I don’t know if I will make it alone.” she whispered to herself, wrapping her arms around her waist and hugging herself.
“ You don’t have to Yuna, we will all be there with you.” Wakka replied from behind her causing her to whirl around and throw herself into his arms. The force of her body against his unbalanced him and they both tumbled into the soft sand. Wakka grunted as Yuna fell on top of him forcing the air out of his lungs. Yuna quickly sat up straddling his thighs and looked down at her stunned guardian.
“ I thought you were gone.” Yuna cried looking down into his face her eyes slightly accusing.
“ Ahh…I told you I was gonna keep you safe. I was just checking for any signs of the others, we do still need to try and find them.” Wakka coughed out his body trying very hard to refill the vacuum of his lungs.
Yuna felt guilty immediately, she had overreacted BIGTIME. A deep flush colored her face as she thought of her other guardians and how she had been so self centered. “ I’m so sorry Wakka, I feel terrible.” Yuna said softly leaning forward to press her head over Wakka’s heart.
Her heat hit him with a startling intensity and Wakka finally realized that Yuna was laying on top of him, obviously feeling too guilty to realize her rather provocative position not to mention her lack of clothing. His mind promptly slipped back into his dream and the sensations of the night before filled his veins.
The scene in front of him was far to similar to the one in his dream for his body to ignore. He felt himself starting to harden beneath his summoner and knew he had to act quickly if he wanted Yuna to remain ignorant of his condition. He sat up pushing her with him, using his arms to slid her further down his thighs to keep her from feeling his arousal. The painfully slow slide of Yuna’s thighs down his own was doing nothing to help his condition and he was becoming very obvious even through the fabric of his pants. Yuna was looking bewildered at his sudden physical reaction and raised one of her eyebrows at him.
“ Wakka what is it, is something wrong?” She questioned her cheeks still glistening with tears.
“ No… well…Yuna.” Wakka said giving a meaningful look to their current position. She made a little “o” with her mouth and using his shoulders for leverage she started to push herself up. Her bare feet were having trouble finding purchase in the loose sand, she slid forward and flailed a little before falling jarringly back into Wakka’s lap.
Yuna grew very still her mind processing several things at once. Firstly there was the sharp gasp that had escaped from Wakka and how now he wouldn’t look at her. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head turned to the side. Also there was the incredible pain in her ankle from twisting it in the slippery sand. Most of her however was focusing on the hard source of heat that now pressed directly between her legs.
Yuna sat not quite comprehending her own reaction, she felt as though she had just slipped into a warm bath, her whole body heating from where her body and Wakka‘s met in the most appallingly intimate way.
Yuna gasped very softly as she felt a surge of wetness in between her legs. Her body was not completely unaware of arousal but never in her life had it been this intense, Yuna thought if she stayed like this she might very well melt into Wakka. Her body however was not satisfied with this stationary contact and she felt a deep desire to move her hips and rock against the hardness firmly wedged between her legs. Yuna tentatively thrust her hips forcing a moan from her throat and what sounded like a sob from Wakka.
“ For Yevon’s sake Yuna, don’t move.” Wakka’s voice sounded choked his hands coming to still her hips, his breathing shattered. She ceased her movements but felt a pang of regret at the loss of sensation. Wakka suddenly ground himself hard against her thrusting twice before stilling again.
“Wakka.” She ventured softly the haze of arousal leaving her swimming in sensation. She wanted him to know it was okay, but soon regretted her decision as Wakka’s eyes met her own and suddenly she felt herself being shoved hard as Wakka unceremoniously dumped her in the sand before rushing back to the tent.
Authors note~ Ok well I know that I am a bit of a tease but patience is a virtue. Thanks for reading.