'Nice!'
Another egg spotted and tossed into our basket. I couldn't call myself the best egg hunter that the realm had ever seen, but surely I was close to that spot?
Early on, I tried inscribing the runes for 'Similar' and 'Eyes' onto an egg to see if I could cheat my way through, but the egg simply exploded in my hands.
I wasn't sure what I expected to happen.
I couldn't exactly pour molten crystal atop and egg, and I certainly couldn't carve into an egg shell that was almost just as weak as paper.
But it didn't hurt to try.
We had settled down under one of Gridania's many large trees to rest. I was slightly antsy to get back into the hunt. I wanted to rub victory in Raya-O's face for once.
"Do you not carry your swords?"
"Not usually, no. Since I'm not a licensed licensed Adventurer, carrying weapons around is only asking for trouble."
We went back and forth playing a game of QnA. Our time in Ishgard was short, and our parting was long. We had many things to catch up on, and even more to discover. As engaged as I was in the conversation, I couldn't help but stare at Ysayle's lips, which sought to inch closer with every question answered.
I glanced at the frog perched on the other side of the shore.
Him again.
I flicked my eyes in apology for what might be done within the sanctity of his home, only to receive a disgusted stare in response.
---
'Fury, be good.'
Ysayle didn't know where to put her eyes. She felt like a pervert that had been evading arrest, but still needed their kicks.
'Am I breathing too heavy?'
She felt antsy and conscious of every movement. The forest air sat upon her skin like a suit. It wasn't refreshing at all. The anxious ball of worry didn't know just how much of her nerves were being revealed and that made her even more nervous.
'Am I sweating?!'
Winter's long eyelashes fluttered with ease, a demonstration of his natural royalty. Every beat of his wings suppressed the young woman, making her body hot and her mind terribly tangled.
This was the cost of being the angel's possession. A stigmata that she joyfully branded upon her heart.
Ysayle felt warm fingers entwine with hers. She only just then noticed how parched she was. Should she get a drink from the stream? Would it look clumsy?
kiss-chup
Her eyes couldn't focus. Her lips were stolen without warning, first the top, then the bottom. A familiar heat burned through her blood, making Ysayle's body tighten and tense.
She didn't know what it was, but she wanted more. Always more. Ysayle the Greedy couldn't be satisfied with this alone.
sluurp-kiiiss
A moist sensation entwined with her tongue. Ysayle didn't even notice when she jumped into her man's arms. Her body knew what she wanted more than her mind did. A mind which was still scrambled with a hot pleasure, begging for release.
"kiiss- NHHNAH!"
A thunderbolt struck the crown of her head as Winter softly grabbed ahold of her breast. Her body arced strongly, trying to cling on and escape at the same time. But her Winter would not easily let go.
His hand, which seemed to burn with the heat of the sun, lightly gripped her thigh, searing its imprint onto her flesh. A red and irreversible tattoo.
kiiiss-kiiiisss-churp-bite
Ysayle's body leaned strongly into Winter's arms, seeking more pleasure and indulging in his bout of blatant possession.
Her thoughts slowed to a crawl, as they always did when this man was involved. The sounds of their treacherous kisses overpowered the natural music of the Twelveswood. They made their own rhythm and moved to the beat of their hearts.
And to think her father demanded she stay behind, how absurd!
---
"What's the Echo?"
Kan-E was the only one in the room that was seemingly out of the loop. Y'shtola and Minfilia traded glances, asking who was better at explaining such concepts. In the end, Y'shtola won this trade.
"It's a method of temporal somn-"
"And with smaller words, pray tell."
"pfft..!"
"...It's time dreaming."
Kan-E knew Y'shtola was firing back in her own way, but time dreaming didn't seem that far off from what Minfilia had described.
"So when I've found you out of sorts, all this time, you've been Time Dreaming?"
Minfilia nodded her head, shadows of laughter still marking her smile. The Seedseer wasn't entirely sure how to process all of this information. Just how many times has her sister damn near fallen over with her head held in her hands?
"The Echo manifests slightly differently for everyone, however it does share some commonalities amongst its users."
Y'shtola crossed her arms and flicked her ears in thought. Her eyes narrowed into focus, like a detective on the brink of finding the truth.
This was why Kan-E considered Y'shtola to be one of the coolest women she had ever met. While Kan-E was holding herself back from panicking, her head shaking from the notion of being in direct contact with the Mother Crystal herself, Y'shtola could sit back and put the puzzle together.
Y'shtola was incredible and Kan-E was thankful to have her as a sister.
"What's truly concerning is her question about Winter."
"Oh! I nearly forgot about that!"
Kan-E cut her eyes at Minfilia who almost spat out her drink to exclaim that. Nearly forgot? Who was it that contacted her and Y'shtola, panicked about the Crystal taking their man away?
An unexpected glare met her eyes and Kan-E took a sip of her iced cider in response. Some things were better off not said.
"It's not impossible for Hydaelyn to recognize certain people, even if they don't have the Echo, but it seems...unlikely."
"Why? She recognized Darkness and spoke of it."
"But she didn't specifically say what that Darkness was, did she?"
Minfilia shook her head. It seemed that speaking in Hydaelyn's presence was incredibly difficult. Minfilia could only speak with the star's permission.
"Then why would she be so specific then? In addition, I have never known an Echo user being able to answer the star's questions. It's more that you receive orders rather than a back and forth."
Y'shtola adjusted herself slightly. The more she spoke, the less certain Kan-E became. It was clearly abnormal, but now she was beginning to think that Hydaelyn's behavior was impossible.
It was similar to Kan-E's relationship with the elements, but the notes didn't match, they only rhymed.
"Do you think it has something to do with Winter's past?"
The women all went silent. Waking up in the sands of Thanalan, no memory or evidence, it was the story they all knew. But, what kind of person would be sought out by the star itself? Why would they be in Thanalan of all places?
"We can't be sure. There's a severe lack of evidence to sway the argument one way or another."
Kan-E agreed. Correlation alone wasn't enough to make such a link. Their Darling never spoke about Hydaelyn or possessing a linkpearl for the Twelve, but if he did, somehow Kan-E felt that it wouldn't be a surprise.
Kan-E's eyes drifted up into the Canopy of the Twelveswood.
'Fire Sky.'
The Calamity. The Empire. The Primals. And now the star itself.
For the Seedseer, or rather the Elder Seedseer, there was always something to be concerned about now. She missed the days of peace, where such silly concerns didn't loom over her like dark clouds.
Her actions mustneeds be swift and bold. She couldn't afford the Council's inner squabbles to halt Gridania's steps.
'Gridania has been looking for you.'
Kan-E fondly remembered seeking her Darling's advice about it.
'But I am not ready! To lead Gridania-'
'Kan-E-Senna, no one steps into leadership being ready.'
Winter's eyes locked with hers, filled to the brim with love and expectation. Her man was too easy to read, in bad ways, but also in the best ways.
Was he ever wrong before? Winter frowned on people not thinking for themselves, but Kan-E was perfectly happy to put all of her faith on this man of hers. Minfilia would joke at times that Winter was the thirteenth, but that was unironically what Kan-E treated him as.
If Winter said go left, one could be assured that Kan-E would never go right.
'And remember-'
'I am not alone.'
Winter looked slightly stunned, but then chuckled lightly.
'That's right.'
---
Stray strands of her crystalline white hair stuck fast to her face and her eyes were that of a beast. They stared at me, unflinching, reminiscent of my Minfilia in a way.
Perhaps, to have the Echo in the first place, you need to have a strong willpower. If my Dynamis was anything to go by, I still had a long way to go.
Squueeelch
My glans lodged itself in between Ysayle's puffy curtains. I let Ysayle have full control over this part, content to enjoy her plush body with my hands.
Puuush-SHOVE
GASP
I could feel a flexible barrier stopping my monster from proceeding any further. Normally, I'd slow Ysayle down for fear if her going too fast. Some women who sought to prove themselves in bed did very stupid things, especially when they were inexperienced.
But my concerns were seemingly unfounded.
SHUUUCK-THUCK
"NHYIIIIHH♡♡"
Her warm and sticky walls had no trouble squeezing my cock until it became numb with pleasure. White sparks flew in front of my eyes and my toes curled against my will. It wasn't possible for anything to feel this good so fast.
SQUEE-EE-EEEZZEE
Ysayle's insides pulsed to the rhythm of her heartbeat. I looked down at our point of connection with much effort, still baffled. I could see a small trickle of red which did nothing to solve me question.
But then, something struck me, like an inventive thought in the shower. I moved my hand and swung to lightly slap her juicy ass.
SLAP
"NHOOOOOHH!♡♡♡♡"
A vortex to heaven opened up within her insides, sealing my cock tightly against her cervix. Was she a masochist? I couldn't know for sure. What I could verify however-
PUUMP-SPLUURP-PUUUUMP
This type of pussy was an Elezen trait.
The parallels of sensation between Ysayle and Miounne were incredible.
PUUUMP-PLAP-SPUURT-SLUCK-THUCK-PUMP-GRIIIND
"Mm♡! Nngh♡! hah"
Ysayle bit down on her lip, ignoring everything else, indulging her instincts and trying to swallow every drop of my seed. Her curved hips swayed and rocked with no particular rhythm or pattern.
Her pale alabaster breasts swung heavily just out of reach of my face, unconsciously teasing more sperm out of me.
The questions echoed in my skull once more. What kind of virgin is this? Where was the ouch or nervous cramps? The embarrassed and shameful laughs? It felt like the logic from those Japanese porno books.
Not that I minded of course.
GRIIIIIND-THUCK-PLOP-GRIIIIIND
My mind blanked out suddenly, unable to keep my thoughts on track. Ysayle refused to let me pull out for even a second. Her nails started to dig into my skin. Her thrusts became more rough and forceful. Frantic and desperate, increasing in speed and determined to break either me or herself.
THUCKPLAP-SPLUUURT-THUCKTHUSTPLAPLOPLAPLOP-SQUEEEZEEEE-GRIIIIND-PLAPLAPLOPLAPTHUCK
I swung my hand with far more force this time, aiming to hit the same place on her ass as before.
SLAP
"GNNNNN-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
SQUEEEEEEEEEZZZEEEEE-PUUUUMP-SQUEEEEEEEEZEEEE
Never before did my cock feel like it could be torn off, but at this time the little demon became subdued. The pressure was all consuming. Ysayle's howls echoed like those of an animal. Birds fled, the wind crackled and jagged thorns of ice sprouted from the earth like dreadful flowers.
Ysayle's body shook and quaked with rapturous and apocalyptic pleasure, making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
And just as sudden as the force came, it disappeared. Ysayle's luscious body collapsed into my arms, limp and weak. I could still feel the sudden twitches and echoes of the violent suction here and there. I wrapped my arms around her body, knowing that my little demon would not be able to escape from his predicament until she awoke.
As the afterglow started to set in, my eyes drifted towards the jagged wall of ice that sat as tall as a small house all around us. Then they drifted back to the frog, who was too stunned to blink.
I couldn't apologize enough.