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The event was a random occurrence. It could have happened at any time, but it happened while Estinien was in the area, performing a duty for Tataru in Idyllshire. It wasn’t too strange, the thrifty Lalafell was overly kind and Estinien was someone who had an abundance of time available to him, so he was often brought in to do her chores. It was a fine arrangement, it gave him funds to continue his travels and a workout more often than not.
In this case it was Goblins which needed help as some kind of sickness had spread among them, even through their masks which gave them, what they called, Gobbie-sniffles. The source of the strange allergies was from a creature that had recently come down from the high depths of the mountains that lead to the churning mists, the home of dragons. It looked like a living root, based on some kind of bulbous pod in the center, filled with a gas that let it float like a balloon, with the leaves on its top serving as a way to steer itself.
Estinien had not been familiar with the creature beforehand. Its pollen was devastating, causing horrible sneezing and itching among the Goblins. The creature, whatever it was, came from up high, where it apparently needed to defend itself from dragons. Hence the dangerous spores.
If it were that simple, perhaps the Gobbie Sniffles would be something that Estinien could overcome on his own.
He defeated the creature easily. It only took one leap into the air and a swift strike through it, causing it to explode into a spray of viscera and spores, a spray which covered him in an awful residue of death. Estinien had spoken with the goblins, giving them some medicine Tataru had ordered for them, and began to make his way back. It was on this walk back that he noticed a bizarre sensation of heat beginning to spread in him, a heat which began at the head and began to spread from his sinuses through his body with an intense swiftness. Before long, the dragoon was unable to control his salivating, his hand was twitching, and his mind in a complete haze, and worst of all, his crotch was hard, oozing with desire, expectation, and want.
He needed to deal with this, and he needed to deal with it now, else he would be tormented by this for Gods knew how long.
He needed Rozalina.
It had been his linkpearl that was his savior. He barely knew how the things worked, but somehow in his sex-crazed stupor, he managed to work the damned thing and have it reach Rozalina.
"Home. Now. I need you."
It was direct as it could have been, and concentrating with all he could, he shambled into Idyllshire so that his hand could touch the Aether Crystal within, and in a flash, he was teleported to the much smaller crystal in front of his home in Ishgard. He charged in, tearing off his armor as quickly as he could, a process which still took minutes, each piece strewn about on the floor in a trail until he was in the first floor's guest room, unable to get himself to the master bedroom on the floor above. There, he placed himself on the bed, his breast heaving and his face hot, entirely nude, as he began to stroke his cock, trying to do whatever he could to please the rising tide of unrivaled want in him that he knew couldn't be solved on his own.
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“Home. Now. I need you.”
The request was a simple one, they could tell by the tone of his voice that it was something important and that he needed their help with something. Even after many years together Estinien asking for help with something was rarer than Rozalina would have liked. Unfortunately they couldn’t instantly leave as they may have liked, still taking a few minutes to pack up their fishing rod and nets before saying goodbye to G’raha and the twins, then heading back to their home in Ishgard.
It had been a nice day, a day of fishing and relaxing on the golden sands of Costa Del Sol, with ice cold lemonade and spicy food grilled over a fire. There were few days off for the Scions, so the days where they could truly relax were few and far inbetween, so Rozalina always took care to enjoy them to their fullest. Try as they might to enjoy it, it was not an uncommon occurrence for a day off to be interrupted by a primal summoning or some other act of mischief or petty villainy. A call of help from Estinien though, that was something new and worrying.
The second they walked inside they could tell something was off. Specifically, they could smell it: a heavy musk lingered in the air, and as they opened the door Rozalina could see the armor of their lover strewn across the halls.The Warrior of Light could feel their heartbeat quicken as they used felt for aether and felt the undeniable presence of Estinien’s lifeforce in the spare room. Rozalina strolled up, taking quick steps until they were in front of the door, their fingers pausing on the knob for a second.
It would do no good to have an overreaction, regardless of the reason for coming here. They prepared themself the best they could, taking a long breath, and while they did they could hear another sound. It was Estinien’s own breathing, labored and heavy, and some other noise, a rough rubbing and clapping of something. Whatever it was, he was moving, and alive, so Rozalina’s shoulders were able to relax from the strain in them and they sucked in one last nervous breath before pushing open the door.
Estinien was a sight to behold: sweat soaked skin caused him to shine, usually silky locks were messy and spread across the bed, his face was hot, his cheeks were coloured, and he was entirely in his nude glory, doing his damned best to chase relief that wasn’t coming.
He was always a sight to behold, but this was special. Few times had Rozalina seen Estinien in ways that might damage his harsh and serious presence, something he did well by design, and it made him an untouchable sort of beautiful. This though, was different, so desperate and wanting, far more than any other time they’d seen him even in intimacy, so Rozalina made sure that the image was permanently ingrained in their mind. Once they were certain they had captured every detail, Rozalina grinned, quickly pulling off and discarding their shirt to the floorboards, their shorts and panties following as they moved to the bed and let their fingers replace Estinien’s own around his engorged length.
It was twitching in their hand already, feeling so large and hot. Rozalina licked their lips, feeling a flush coming to their own face before bringing their other hand to Estininen’s back and their tongue to his cheek bone. As the salty taste of his sweat filled their senses, the hero cooed, “So this is what you called me for~”
Rozalina practically purred their words, their tail swishing delicately behind them as they began to pepper kisses along his jaw, the sharp canine, more feline teeth in their case, gently grazed the surface of his skin as they worked on his cock with his hand, “What a wonderful thing to end my day out early for~”
In their hand, Rozalina could feel that Estinien’s cock was sensitive, the length twitching while Estinien himself recoiled slightly as the slow pumps began. The texture was strange, rougher than usual, a testament to how he must have been here for some time doing this. It was red too, the tip leaking the wetness of the clear fluid from its tip freely, though there was nothing more intense.
Estinien too looked exhausted. Rozalina had seen the expression, the colour so hot in his face, but the circles under his eyes looked darker than usual, and where his face wasn’t burning hot, it was pale. A dull aching entered the Miqo’te’s chest, who hummed softly as they kissed the dragoon’s jaw again, rubbing his back gently.
“Please…Fury please, I….I need this….” Estinien clearly had something wrong with him. He shivered as the sensations ran through him, the beginning of how much Rozalina was doing for him clear on him as he relaxed and groaned to their touch. It was sweet almost, how much he needed them now, what was less sweet though was the haze in his eyes as he tried, and nearly failed, to focus enough to continue speaking.
“‘Twas…a creature…” He let out another long sigh, the burden clear. Rozalina was tempted to shush him to save his energy, but the more that they knew, the better, so they quietly listened and continued to gently stroke his length, earning another unfittingly cute groan from the gruff man. He dug his fingers into Rozalina’s back, his jaw tightly shut as he sucked air through his teeth, “It…it’s spores they…gods I don’t know…I NEED release, I need your help. Fury, I need you.”
The look that came from the Estinien was somewhere between desperation, agony, absolute desire, and intense shame. Rozalina’s own heart pitied him, surely, but moreover they felt an excitement that they knew they were doing a poor job of hiding. The once Azure Dragoon’s eyes were absolutely transfixed and in awe of them, as if completely under their control, like a spell. Rozalina knew that need was not just words, it was nearly biological, from his fever to his shaking voice, to the…the smell.
It was the smell of aphrodisiac. Rozalina couldn’t tell at first over the scent of Estinien’s effort in sweat and sex smell, but beneath it now, so close, they could smell the way it clung to his skin so strongly, A smell that they had smelt before.
“Twelve, it’s a Nabrooi,” Their dark eyes drank in the desperation on Estinien’s face. There were few things that could leave an impact of this level on anyone through Eorzea, but most races of the realm were immune. Rozalina knew of the creature well, having contracted a fever themself when they were younger and wandered too far, being left with a stern talking to after. They’d only gotten sick, but their family in the Churning Mists warned them of the dangers of it all too well, that they were, thankfully, immune from. “Nabrooi causes lust among dragons… Gods. Okay, I know how to help. Thank the gods that it was me who found you like this.”
Yet here was Estinien in absolute lust-driven agony.
Rozalina could not help but stifle a laugh, usually it was them to make such mistakes, not Estinien. “Lust is one side effect, the rest given your…” the Miqo’te trailed off, pursing their lips as they tried to find the right words. “Your condition, I am not sure what other effects you might feel.” Rozalina withdrew their hand then, running their clawed fingers down the Dragoon’s chest. “Let me help you, we can fuck out the worst of it and then wash off the remaining pollen in the bath.”
The cause had been figured out then and Rozalina now was sure that it shouldn’t be anything lethal. They also were sure that they loved this vulnerable, desperate Estinien, who needed relief so badly and specifically wanted them to be able to address every need. It was tantalizingly erotic and they could see now just how big his cock was in their hand. It was bigger than usual, and Estinien was already very well-endowed. That heat would be something they could feel too, and they imagined how it would feel filling them utterly.
It was Rozalina’s turn for a shiver then. They bit their lip as they leaned to the lobe of Estinien’s ear, their fingers beginning to speed up, “Since you are the afflicted, my dear one, how would you have me?” They could feel Estinien’s back arch as the new pleasure filled him, his breaths quickening as he nodded, his hips buckling trying to have their hand reach all the way to its base, as if by instinct.
So Rozalina slowed their touch, letting a finger trail down the Elezen’s shaft until they gingerly cupped his balls. They stirred them gently in their fingers, Rozalina positioning back so the other hand could replace their first at his length, the combination making Estinien quiver and write under their touch.
“Use your words my beloved, how would you have me.” Their fingers pumped his cock slowly, paying attention to the tip, their thumb running over its head. “Would you have me on my back? Or perhaps on my knees? Or do you want me to ride you?” They mused, a devilish smirk on their face. Rozalina was aware perhaps it was a little cruel to tease him so, but it was good revenge for just how many times he had done the same to them in their heats. “Would you bend me over the bed? Or push me against the wall?” They teased, a low voice now leaving them.
“Oh do tell me~.”
Estinien’s body was quivering, his legs shaking, every breath uneven, even pained at times. It was clear a fire was being ignited under his skin with each touch, and when Rozalina slowed down for a moment, a real fear seemed to grasp his eyes, his teeth gritting hard, before returning to the low symphony of gasps and moans as they began again.
It was usually methodical when it came to being intimate with Estinien, something which was always fun. Rozalina would be patient, like a hunting cat, playing at each piece of his body and teasing him, slowly drawing out reactions or bothering him until, annoyed and pent up, Estinien would pounce upon them instead. It was fun to be bratty with intimacy, erotic too, and that slow build up made the two all the more deeply enraptured with each other. The teasing and testing of the poor man made him react more harshly, intensely, physically taking over and using his strength to dominate Rozalina as much as he could.
They’d done it to him countless times, even when they were not so much an item of affection with one another, it was fun to tease him and make the serious Azure Dragoon of Ishgard blush. Every short, embarrassed insult to them when they weren’t together was a win to them, a sort of game that Rozalina played, and more and more they played this game to see those reactions.
Estinien though seemed to not have the patience for such a game today.
It was a sudden reaction from him. Having done it a few times already, Rozalina slowed down, drawing out the release that would certainly be intense, knowing his patience would be thinning, but this particular time, a low, almost pained grunt left Estinien. They could feel his heart beat against the surface of his skin, the blood pumping hot, and as they looked up, ready to comment on it, Estinien quickly reached over and grabbed Rozalina just beneath their arms.
“No.” Estinien spoke the word as a plain, intense sound. The Warrior of Light had only the time to blink and let out a surprised squeak as they were flipped over. All at once, he was overwhelming, his strength bizarre for the state he was in. They looked around, still bouncing back up from the bed, when they felt a heat near like a furnace over him, and he was there. Clouded eyes focused suddenly, whatever lucidity that was left focusing right onto Rozalina’s middle, right on the exposed lips of their pussy.
“Mine” A low rumble left Estinien’s throat. Rozalina was about to complain, to tell him to wait or to give them a second, but they were suddenly lifted bottom up. One hand was beneath their ass, the other was on their shoulder, pushing them into the mattress hard, and all at once, Estinien pushed and was inside of them, thrusting with force that they’d never felt from him before.
It wasn’t a slick entrance. Though turned on, Rozalina’s cunt couldn’t have adjusted fast enough, leading to a shock of pain as they clenched their teeth, looking up and saw the absolute bliss on his face. After a moment, as he moved in and out, that bliss reached them too. The ramming from him had such force, it made a moan immediately pour from Rozalina’s throat, a giggle leaving next as they watched him at the perfect angle.
It hurt at first, yes, but their inner walls quickly adjusted, and the pain instantly became waves of euphoric pleasure as his cock slammed into hers with every heavy slam of his hips. The room filled with lewd wet sounds as Estinien pounded into Rozalina with no remorse. Every time his cock slammed into the Miqo’te it tore a sweet cry from their lips.
That growling noise, the declaration that they were his too, those words resonated in Rozalina’s skull as he began to fuck them hard. Their lips parted ever so slightly as he loomed above them, the haze to his eyes as he gazed at their glistening cunt. They could feel the heat radiating from his body, Estinien was almost too hot to the touch. They had felt this heat before, many times but it felt more akin to the times where he had transformed.
They loved this game, to tease and push Estinien to this point where he’d take them like this, but this was unlike anything else and they were loving every second of it.
Once the action had begun, the relief that coursed through Estinien 's body was immediate. It must have been whatever Rozalina felt magnified so much more. Where Rozalina felt like the static of pleasure ran up their skin like fireworks in waves and waves, Estinien must have had levin bolts of relief shooting through him, his mind growing numb as he fell into rhythm. Each slam of his hips into Rozalina’s bottom stung slightly, as if being impacted by hand or paddle, the soft flesh sending ripples across them. Rozalina’s breasts bounced with the movement up and down, their eyes rolling back, the action too much for them to even try to grab themselves or him, only barely curling their fingers around the sheets of the bed, damp with his sweat.
Each of them let out low, long moans as the action grew hotter, the sounds of the wet slapping filling the space. The whole time, Rozalina could feel the intense shockwaves of pleasure flood them. Every time his cock hit the wall of their cervix, a louder, longer moan would leave them, only to be cut off by the next. Stars began to blossom behind their eyelids. Utterly engulfed, they couldn't tell the time that passed, nor the signs that the first wave was ending soon.
Estinien was utterly engulfed in the sensation. He looked mad, even though the effects of the ecstasy coursing through him, he couldn’t hide the annoyed feeling he always had when Rozalina baited him into doing what they wanted. Thankfully, the relief was so much more than he could have expected, so much more intense than he even wanted, so it seemed Rozalina would be escaping with only satisfaction.
Before Rozalina, and perhaps even Estininen knew it, the moans he had turned into almost a bestial growl, then to one long hum as he erupted with climax. Heat filled the depths of Rozalina’s sex, a hotness unlike any other time with him filling them, and then filling again and again, each pump being delivered with another hard thrust in, each shot likely able to fill glasses on their own, and when the action finally slowed, their walls were filled with absolute white, and the thick, warm liquid soaked the sheets below.
Estinien’s breaths were harsh and heavy, his body still a twitching mess, but it seemed the sweating had reduced. The twitching for what it was, now was of pleasure it seemed, the faucet of cum not quite stopping as every slight recoil of his cock in led to another spurt of the hot seed coming from him, though now onto the floor as he had pulled out.
Rozalina was still gathering themself from the sensations of their own though. They looked up, confused by the stopping, seeing how it looked as though Estinien was practically steaming from the heat of his body. They let out a soft groan, almost a laugh, but before they could fully manage it, the huffs of Estinien’s breaths turned into low growling sound. He seemed to mutter something to himself, something Rozalina couldn’t quite make out, before he was moving onto them again.
Rozalina thought that it wasn’t nearly enough for what the pollen did to dragons, and it seemed they were right. They looked up among the blur of motion and bleary eyed gaze, seeing as something seemed to shift inside of Estinien. This was made all the more clear as they saw a flash of his eyes, and barely managed to see that the cool grey eyes had turned to a bright yellow with a slit iris.
Estinien had transformed a few times before, they had both assumed that it was once every cycle of the sun, not too dissimilar to Rozalina’s own heat cycles. Where his form would shift and his arousal would peak, but it had only happened a few months prior to this. It was easy for Rozalina to assume within the moment that the pollen had triggered it.
They opened their mouth to say something again but Estinien’s aim for them was perfect and he had already started rutting into themagain, any words they had wanted to say quickly dissolved on Rozalina’s tongue. The sounds of his groans and gasps growing more feral confirmed their assumption. But his pace was relentless as they moaned and writhed under their lover. They gasped, a roll of his hips sending them into a wave of euphoria as their cunt spasmed and pulsed around his cock with an orgasm.
“Es-tin.. ah… Estinien.” Rozalina whimpered, feeling him shove his cock deeper inside of them, pushing past its usual limits, the head of his cock pushing into their womb. “Fuck.” They groaned, lust clouding their mind as they went boneless under him, the pleasure that the dragoon giving them was overwhelming.
The Warrior of Light glanced at him again through their blurry vision, dark horns starting to grow from his head and scales upon his arms
As they squeezed harshly around Estinien’s cock, the shuttering of their body matching the clenching of their cunt with each wave of orgasm, they saw how it affected Estinien. He was always one to continue, at their own request, when Rozalina came. It was a rough demand that they always gave, a harsh don’t stop, that they would speak as they came onto his hot length and he continued relentlessly again and again until the dragoon for all his stamina finally came too.
This often led to Rozalina having no break between orgasms, the pleasure overwhelming them completely. The pleasure was also much stronger for Estinien, even now as the dark scales spread and his noises grew more bestial and rough. He was absolutely engulfed with pleasure, and as the second orgasm came for Rozalina, they could see their lover’s face twisted with euphoria.
Estinien’s nails were growing longer, harder, something Rozalina could feel as they dug into the flesh of their ass. The weight of the Elezen was increasing, growing heavier as he was growing in size, the shoulders that the Miqo’te could just barely make out from the ceiling with their dark color, morphing to allow space for the new shape which began to grow out from his back.
All at once, the heat of Estinien’s body grew white hot, and the transformation was complete. The dragon was out. It was a beastly form that had come over him while possessed by Nidhogg, the one that he called upon for power and relied on for his connection to the dragons that he worked with so often. His blood had summoned the deeply draconic essence from him, forcing out the transformation he largely denied ever feeling, unless of course, the yearly heat came over him.
"Gah.....fu...fuck." Estinien let out in low huffs and growls, his hand nearing the size that it could spread across Rozalina's torso completely, pushing them down into the bed. With him growing bigger, rozalina's insides could only try to expand to the new girth and length, the new texture of ridges and scales acting as a new enhancer that made every thrust even more overwhelming.
He could do this for hours, Rozalina knew. He in fact just might. They didn’t mind, this was perfect, this was incredible, and the fire from the pollen was something that lasted some dragons days or a week in the worst case.
A gasp suddenly entered him as he buckled over Rozalina, so much larger now, so much higher up, his fangs dripping with saliva he had trouble controlling, falling on Rozalina's stomach and breasts. It was a rare feeling to feel true danger as the Warrior of Light, and even now, Rozalia didn’t feel it at all, nothing but trust, but seeing the sharp near two inch fangs and feeling the saliva pour made them shiver in delight.
He was pushing hard now, and Rozalina was beginning to lose coherence themself, among the intense feeling of his cock inside of them again and again. A low, long groan left their lips, their eyes barely able to see the face of their transformed lover, meeting it with a smile before morphing again to utter ecstasy. Any pain of the stretching and grinding inside of their gummy like cunt’s insides were healed from their natural healing as a warrior, their body instead letting that pain become pleasure again and again.
Time seemed to disappear amidst the fog of sex in Rozalina’s head. Maybe they had actually passed out in a way from the overwhelming euphoria. They looked and saw Estinien, and it was only a matter of time before the next wave would wash over him, and that heat, now even hotter, somehow in even more volume, would once again flood Rozalina’s insides utterly.
"More." He growled,letting his cum soaked cock pull from Rozalina's insides, "Flip over."
The Warrior of Light let out a quiet unhappy mumble at the sensation of their insides being so empty, as the absolute sticky feeling between their legs, the inevitable ache that they would feel throughout the week, but whatever complaint that they were going to voice was silenced as Estinien himself flipped them over and pressed their face into the soft plush mattress.
Within moments he was forcing himself inside of Rozalina again, his cock, covered in ridges and grooves all inside of their slick hot cunt once again, earning a sweet low groan from the Elezen man. Every feeling and sensation lit up in his brain, his body cooling down by the second as he fucked Rozalina relentlessly with a single minded focus, and that was to fill them even more with his release.
Estinien’s heats had been bad, though not nearly as bad as this, his body so alight with heat and desire, like nothing he had ever felt before. Was this how Rozalina felt in their own heats? But that did not matter, the only thing that mattered were the hot and pliant insides of Rozalina’s cunt.
All the Warrior of Light could do was moan and writhe, their claws digging holes into the cotton sheets, their tail violently swishing around, and thumping against his chest as they lost themself in the feeling. It was too much, they could feel every single scale that coated his cock, the hardness of the head of his cock, and the bulbous base of his cock, threatening to push inside of them with every thrust.
Heavy breaths, breaths so forceful from the sheer size of the man-beast bent over Rozalina, washed over their body, though they could barely feel it among the absolute bliss. Long whines left Rozalina, which came to be paired with the heavy sounding gruff moans that rose with every thrust, going faster and faster. Rozalina wanted to swear, to speak, to say anything, but they couldn’t manage it, only the vibrato-like hum of absolute carnal pleasure as they felt the next intense climax rush over them.
Rozalina clenched around his cock, somehow growing even tighter than the small entrance had already been, Estinien huffed hard and, finally, the moaning from him ceased and the fast pace slowed as he pushed in with hard, deliberate thrusts, then finally sucked in his breath as the beast grit his teeth and he pushed in one last time. It was then that Rozalina became aware of one detail, even through the haze of their senses being utterly overwhelmed: Estinien hadn’t put his full length inside of them.
It was something about the draconic form that was inherited from the beasts themselves. Estinien’s cock had a lump near its base, one which now was swollen with cum waiting to be let out into Rozalina. What Rozalina thought was the body of their lover pushing and slamming into them was in fact, only the knot. They realized this as Estinien gave one last thrust and that swollen knot finally managed to push past the wanting wetness of Rozalina’s cunt.
The feeling made Rozalina throw their head back, a throaty moan freely flooding from them. Estinien, for his end, let out a breath that hissed as though it were steam from a pipe, and now that he was in them the hot climax finally filled Rozalina again. The seed was easy to feel, the hot insides of the dragon making this flood of cum even hotter than the last, shooting deeper into them then they’d ever had before. They could feel the grooves of his cock as Estinien’s length twitched, and again let out seed, again and again, until, dazed and exhausted, Rozalina laid there, twitching with absolute euphoria as Estinien huffed above them, a new sort of clarity starting to form in his eyes.
The knot that Rozalina felt inside them seemed to deflate, though not by much. Their forehead, damp from their own sweat as well as Estinien’s, had its bangs cling to the skin as they saw up, looking at him, their chest raising and lowering with only some rhythm. They looked up at their lover’s eyes, seeing some of the rough animalistic look fade to his normal gruffness…though, that burning inside of him, that lust, didn’t seem to be quite gone.
“I am not done with you yet.”