Chapter 26: Proxy
"You're the Envoy of the Crystals...?" asked Alisaie, a petite woman with short, somewhat unkempt white hair, a thin ponytail, striking blue eyes, and pointed, elf-like ears. She wore a large delta-shaped earring on her right ear and dark blue clothing that resembled a tunic but with a distinct 'haute couture' design. Beyond that, she wore white leggings that ran up the full length of her slender legs, peculiar white boots with booster-like springs on the heels, and intricate white vambraces inlaid with pearls near her thumbs.
"So I've been told," replied Andrew, earning himself a disproving frown from the famously temperamental, strong-willed, and sometimes cynical young heiress of the Leveilleur name, status, and fortune. Andrew wasn't too fond of the version of her that was introduced near the beginning of the game, but she grew on him fairly quickly after becoming a Red Mage and maturing a bit.
"He's a lot younger than I was expecting. Cuter, too," said 'Yda,' a fair-skinned woman with short blonde hair and blue eyes that were presently concealed beneath a turban-like headdress and a perforated black visor that covered the upper half of her face. The tattoo on her neck, matching the one on Y'shtola's, denoted her 'supposed' status as an Archon, and her outfit, consisting of a white jacket, dark red sash undershirt, fingerless gloves, red armored greaves, and the darksteel cesti hanging on her hips alluded to the fact she was a talented pugilist.
Adopting a smile, Andrew got 'Yda' to tense as he said, "You're quite the looker yourself, Ms. Hext. Though, while your current appearance isn't lacking in the slightest, I prefer how you look 'after' shedding your mask and choosing to continue your family's fight..."
"So, it's true. You possess knowledge of the future..." muttered 'Yda,' her voice sounding markedly different as she asked, "Please, tell me...will the dream of my people, the hope of my sister and father, be achieved in my lifetime...?"
"My knowledge isn't that comprehensive, but I can tell you this much," said Andrew, smiling reassuringly as he asserted, "So long as the Scions support the Warrior of Light and you continue fighting to undermine the plans of the Ascians, Ala Mhigo will be liberated. That much, I can assure you."
Though she suspected Andrew was paying her lips service, Yda, whose true identity was Lyse, Yda's older sister, adopted a faint smile and said, "Thank you for telling me. I will redouble my efforts henceforth, believing in the future you speak."
"The future is something you shape in the present," contended Andrew, meeting the gazes of Alisaie, Minfilia, and Raya-O-Senna as he smiled and appended, "That's why we've gathered here, hoping to secure a brighter, more prosperous future for all..."
"Well said," chimed Minfilia, narrowing her eyes, smiling, and placing her hand against her chest. Alisaie contrastingly crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, but she wouldn't be present if she weren't resolved to give it her all for the future Andrew was referring to.
"There's just one problem..." said Andrew, earning brow raises from nearly everyone present as he pointed to Raya-O-Senna and expressed, "I know you're a proper adult, and your appearance isn't without its charms, but I wouldn't be comfortable with making you a proxy...sorry..."
"Oh...I see..." muttered Raya-O-Senna, an awkward smile adorning her youthful face. It had taken her a while to steel herself for the encounter with Andrew, so now that he had summarily rejected her...she felt a slight urge to smack him in the head with her staff...
Inhaling and exhaling through his nose, Andrew scratched the back of his head as he repeated, "Sorry. It is quite literally me, not you..."
"No, I understand," replied the auburn-haired Padjal, crossing her arms as she added, "I shall return to my sister, and we will deliberate to determine a candidate more suited to Prince Andrew's tastes..."
Resisting the urge to suggest that her sister, Kan-E-Senna, the Elder Seedseer and ruler of Gridania, would suffice as a replacement, Andrew added Raya-O, and everyone else present, to his list of contacts before seeing off the visibly annoyed Seedseer with the promise to visit Gridania in the near future...
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"My jaw hurts..." complained Alisaie, propped up on her hands and knees beside Andrew, her fair white skin, small butt, and modest breasts on full display as she was completely bereft of clothing.
"Well, don't push yourself..." said Andrew, caressing Alisaie's ass with his left hand. He felt she could do much better, but it wasn't like she was the only person present who could suck his dick.
"Allow me..." said Minfilia, bending over Andrew from a seated position to his right, effortlessly taking more than half his cock into her mouth as he rested his hand atop her head. He was currently having a foursome with her, Alisaie, and Lyse while Y'shtola observed from the side, appearing to be reading a book, but she hadn't turned a page for several minutes.
Finished with her cleanup blowjob, Minfilia released Andrew's cock with a faint 'pop' before raising her head, smiling bashfully as she combed aside her bangs and asked, "May I...?"
"I've been looking forward to it," replied Andrew, prompting Minfilia's smile to become marginally more prominent as she stood up on the bed, taking care not to trip as she positioned herself over Andrew and slowly sat down with her back facing him. He supported her before she could sit down completely, so Minfilia dutifully directed his cock to the entrance of her pussy before he guided her to sit, prying open her insides.
Exhaling a long, hot sigh, Minfilia entrusted her weight to Andrew and leaned her head back, hooking her hand behind his as he kissed her neck and collarbone, massaging her left breast and dexterously stimulating her clit at the same time. Alisaie witnessed Andrew doing something similar to Lyse previously, so after a moment of pause, she reached between her thighs and began experimentally rubbing herself in preparation for what was to come.
Noticing Alisaie's actions out of the corner of his eyes, Andrew ceased kissing Minfilia's neck and remarked, "That's kind of hot..."
"Do not mock me..." growled Alisaie, removing her fingers from her pussy, looking away from Andrew, and sitting in a huff with crossed arms.
"Girl, if you keep saying things like that, I'm going to give you the naughty kitten treatment..." forewarned Andrew, causing Y'shtola's ears to perk up. She knew the 'naughty kitten' he was referring to was her, and because of that, the memories of their first time resurfaced, drastically increasing the volume of fluid leaking from her pussy.
"What's the naughty kitten treatment...?" asked Alisaie, gazing at Andrew with a mixture of caution and morbid curiosity in her blue eyes.
"It means we'll keep going until you're mewling like a kitten," explained Andrew, punctuating his words with a playful wink.
Snorting through her nose, Alisaie proceeded to crawl away, providing Andrew a view of her pert ass and nearly white, utterly hairless pussy. Y'shtola and Lyse were also hairless, but they both shaved, increasing their allure quite a bit as Andrew enjoyed the feeling of their bristles and bumps against his tongue. Alisaie, inversely, was perfectly smooth and would likely stay that way her entire life.
After climbing off the bed, Alisaie half-turned her head, staring at Andrew with half-lidded eyes as she declared, "I am feeling a bit peckish. I shall return once I have sated my appetite...". Then, without bothering to don her clothes, she sauntered off completely naked.
Waiting until Alisaie had departed, Andrew remarked, "She behaves more like a Princess than any Princess I've met..."
"Alisaie and her brother, Alphinaud, are prodigies who managed to enter the Studium at age 11, becoming the youngest in history..." said Minfilia, leaning against Andrew as she began to raise and lower her hips slowly and deliberately, adding, "They are also the Grandchildren of Master Louisoix, so they have lived while abiding and enduring the expectations of many..."
Noticing that Minfilia was struggling, Andrew placed his hands under her thighs, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he helped her to move up and down.
"Thank you..." panted Minfilia, exhaling a slightly embarrassed chuckle. She wasn't a virgin, but she had only ever had sex with one person, and he wasn't anywhere near as 'blessed' as Andrew. She also hadn't gotten much exercise as of late, so her thighs were cramping up due to holding a squatting posture.
"Want to change positions...?" asked Andrew, causing Y'shtola's ears to twitch once more as he mused, "A woman with an ass as impeccable as yours...I wouldn't mind railing you from behind..."
Without waiting for Minfilia's response, Andrew placed his hands on her ribcage and guided her forward, taking it slow and steady so she could transition to her hands and knees. Lyse noticed this from where she was sprawled out in a daze, a pitying smile adorning her face as she knew it was only a matter of time before Minfilia suffered her same fate.
Resigning herself, Minfilia did her best to hold an arching posture as Andrew began a slow and deep piston that knocked against a place that caused her heart to feel fluttery. When he started to speed up, she could no longer hold herself up, resting her head atop her crossed forearms as impassioned, gasping moans began emanating from her throat.
"Anyways, don't worry about Alisaie," said Andrew, continuing to pick up his pace as he added, "I know she's a kind, compassionate person under that snooty mask. Once she catches her stride and builds her confidence, she'll become an amazing person, one of the many pillars supporting the Scions and Eorzea as a whole."
"That's...that's relieving...to hear..." replied Minfilia, unable to string together more than a few words as Andrew's hips had begun to smack loudly against her ass, sending ripples through her body. She wasn't fat by any means, but she had a fair amount of meat on her bones, notably around her chest and butt...
Adopting a cheeky smile, Andrew promptly snaked his tail between his and Minfilia's legs, using the soft but prickly bristles of his golden fur to tease her clit. When her first transmigrated into the body of a Genome, he figured his tail was a burden that would take some getting used to. Now, he felt like it was a tremendous boon, outright pitying those born without the versatile appendage.
Unable to endure the sudden and intense increase in pleasure, Minfilia's feet and toes curled as a long, nasally moan emanated from her throat. At the same time, Andrew doubled his efforts, a notable, bluish-white 'haze' emanating from his body that caused Y'shtola to exhale and shudder as she not-so-secretly played with her pussy off the side.
Overwhelmed by Andrew's accelerated pace, a loud, irrepressible moan escaped Minfilia's throat before she concealed her tear-stained, slovenly face in the blankets. Fortunately, Andrew had been holding back his own orgasm for some time, so just as Minfilia believed she was about to break, he inserted his cock as deep as possible, imagining his glans flush against the entrance of her cervix as he unleashed his seed, causing the leader of the Scions to tremble violently.
"You know, it's only a matter of time before you get one of his pregnant if you keep releasing your seed inside of us..." remarked Y'shtola, removing her hand from her trousers as she stared at Andrew judgmentally.
"If I do, you can be sure I'll take responsibility," said Andrew, a toothy grin developing across his face as he liberated his seemingly indomitable cock from Minfilia's quivering pussy, lying her on her side before aiming his dick in the direction of Y'sthola, wriggling his eyebrows as he teased, "You're in luck. Since our pointy-eared friend made a temporary tactical retreat, you get to be next."
Snorting through her nose, Y'shtola crossed her arms defiantly and asked, "And if I refuse...?"
Shrugging, Andrew replied, "Then you can keep playing by your lonesome and be in a foul mood the rest of the day. Maybe even until the next time we fuck."
Though she briefly looked away with an ill-tempered look, it wasn't long before Y'shtola exhaled a tired, notably hot sigh. Then, rising to her feet, she motioned to shed the leggings she was wearing, but Andrew stopped her, grinning mischievously as he said, "Keep them on. I want to tear them open like I'm unboxing a present."
"You are completely and utterly hopeless..." asserted Y'shtola, her voice devoid of emotion. At the same time, however, she ceased attempting to disrobe and made her way over to the bed, crawling onto it and allowing Andrew to give his favorite ass a firm smack, followed by an affectionate caress as he remarked, "For you, definitely..."
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