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Sanaco was engrossed in her weaving and was not to be disturbed. Galarm was away on a new job. L'zumy was engaged in mercenary business. Bylgrael contemplated asking one of her other companions, but was mortified at the prospect offending a friend by assuming they were interested in that kind of relationship. Though she was no stranger to feeling pent up and lonesome, her time in Eorzea in the company of her lovely, accommodating friends had severely lessened her ability to handle such feelings. Scarcely more than a week on her own and she was all but falling apart from how badly she missed her companions' touch.
So the Warrior of Light found herself standing in the hot Ul'dahn sun, staring blankly at the entry sign of a brothel called the Jeweled Sands. Of course it didn't call itself a brothel, there were fines to be paid for prostitution in the Sultanate after all, so this was an "exotic dance hall." The rumor that brought Bylgrael was of a raffle. Once a week, some of the dancers would put on a special show, and a select number of patrons would subsequently be allowed a chance to win a "private session" with a dancer of their choice. Ordinarily, Bylgrael wouldn't be eligible to participate as she was a first time customer, but the owner made a special exception for her as an esteemed guest and friend to the Sultanate. Even so, she was having second thoughts. The idea of meeting a stranger just to have sex didn't sit well with her romantic heart, but her damnably romantic heart was plaguing her with amorous memories and lurid daydreams, so it didn't really get a say in the matter.
"Miss? Are going to come in or not?" The club's bouncer brought Bylgrael back to reality, forcing her to make a decision.
"Uuhh, mmm!" she sputtered out, nodding. She tried to put on a confident face, but this was one trial where not even the Echo could help her. As Bylgrael entered the cool, dark building, she began to smell incense masking sweat. The main hall was occupied by a large central stage, with booths and smaller stages lining the sides. On the smaller stages, women and a few men in varying states of undress strutted and swayed for cheering crowds. At the booths, dancers in enticing clothes cavorted and laughed with wealthy customers, enjoying overpriced liquor. Of the dancers themselves, most were Hyur or Miqo'te, with a smattering of Lalafell, Viera, and a single Hrothgar. The decision she had made to enter was soon challenged by the fact that there were quite a lot of people in here. She was a bit shy by nature and the idea of someone seeing her clumsily proposition a stranger was enough to give her cold feet.
Alas, she did not have time to regret her choices. The house lights dimmed and the main stage was illuminated, and patrons began bustling to find seats with a decent view, and Bylgrael, reluctantly, did the same. As she took her seat, a member of the staff presented her with a badge emblazoned with a rectangular green gem, and a set of small ceramic tokens bearing the same image.
"As a raffle participant, you will use these chips to try your luck at a private meeting with a dancer of your choice after the show. You may spend your chips on a single dancer, or spread them between multiple choices. If you so wish, you may purchase additional chips at the counter over yonder to improve your odds. Please enjoy the show."
Bylgrael nodded and smiled weakly, trying to calm her nerves and not look completely out of place. In all likelihood the gem on her badge was nothing but a coincidence, but she couldn't help but worry it was a jab at her particulars.
The orchestrions flanking the stage began to blare as the first of the performers stepped out onto the stage. A Duskwight woman in thigh high boots and elaborately embroidered corset displayed what Bylgrael assumed was a traditional pre-Gridanian folk dance, as well as most of her nethers. Then Miqo'te twins dressed as what could only be called sultry jesters showed off incredible coordination. A Midlander in an assuredly blasphemous parody of religious garb performed feats of alluring flexibility. Bylgrael hardly noticed the dancers as they came and went. Every time she tried to appraise one as a potential partner, memories of the intimacy and affection she shared with her friends flashed in her mind and spoiled the mood. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she tried to remind herself, but even so she found her gut tying itself in knots. The whooping and whistling of the other patrons did nothing to assuage her.
As the show began to wind down, the emcee announced the final performer, "For a special treat, we bring you a Xaela with Near Eastern flair, the Blast from the Past, heeeeeere's ONYX, DEEEELIIIIGHT!!"
Bylgrael looked up, as she was rather fond of Au Ra, and nearly fell out of her seat. Standing there upon the stage was none other than the last Archmage of the Mhachi, fellow Warrior of Light, one Galarm Houffer, sorceress extraordinaire. Galarm was adorned in traditional Thavnairan garb, complete with chakrams, that Bylgrael recognized as one of the outfits used by Troupe Falsiam. She had received one herself after training as a dancer, and recalled that Galarm had mentioned something about learning the style as well. Galarm's dancer garb was dyed a deep, glittering black, and, as Bylgrael rather abruptly noticed, missing its chest binding, putting Galarm's perfect breasts on fully display.
As the music swelled, Galarm began performing the Kriegstanz, subtly conjuring motes of enchanted ice and fire as she did, accentuating her moves and surrounding her with a swirling mist that made her curves glisten in the stage light. Mistress Nashmeira would surely have a heart attack if she knew where the holy dance was being performed, and Bylgrael was fairing just as well, though for entirely different reasons.
Her mind raced as her eyes were transfixed on Galarm. What was she doing here? Was THIS the job she mentioned? Bylgrael tried to shrink into her chair and avoid notice, which she failed at spectacularly due to being easily mistaken for a giant. She begged the Twelve Galarm wouldn't see her, the embarrassment would be lethal.
Tearing her eyes way from Galarm's luscious, swaying hips, Bylgrael glanced around the room. The other patrons were likewise fixated upon the archmage, their gazes hungry and wanting. She felt just a twinge in her heart. Who Galarm laid with was none of her business but even so, she did not appreciate these lechers ogling her like a common tramp. Galarm was amazing. Memories of their time together flashed through Bylgrael's mind, interrupted only by the sight of her seductive display. Her smile, her tears, her laugh, her strength, no one in this room could appreciate how wonderful Galarm was. She made up her mind. She would make sure she won Galarm's raffle, and it had assuredly had nothing to do with the agonized straining of her smallclothes.
As Galarm's dance ended to raucous applause, the stage lights dimmed and the house lights returned to normal, as the usual business of the Jeweled Sands resumed. Those patrons with raffle badges, numbering at least twenty, made their way towards the token counter and Bylgrael abruptly remembered where she was and was hit with another wave of embarrassment.
Strolling as nonchalantly as a towering, seven and a half fulm tall Sea Wolf could manage, Bylgrael looked over the raffle baskets. One basket for each of the dancers, with the badged patrons chatting and laughing as they bet their tokens on which of the dancers they lusted after. Unsurprisingly, yet no less dismayingly, Galarm's basket had a significantly larger pile of tokens sitting in it than the rest. Many of these patrons started out with far more tokens than Bylgrael by virtue of being long time customers, and already some were purchasing more tokens at the counter.
Tentatively, Bylgrael approached the counter. The Tia manning it smiled widely, "How many for you, madam?"
Bylgrael's eyes darted from the price tag to the cashier. Each token was a whopping 5,000 gil. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Bylgrael placed a sizable stack of coins on the counter.
"Twenty! P-Please!" She wasn't trying to shout, but nerves were getting the better of her. The cashier's eyebrows raised in surprise and more than a few patrons swiveled to see the big spender.
"Hedging your bets, I see! Decisively! Almost envious of the lucky lady you've your eye on!" he said, producing a stack of tokens to exchange for the gil.
Feeling the eyes on her as she carried her significant expenditure, she dumped the lot into Galarm's basket. There were a few whistles and cheers from the throng of participants, and more than a few grumbles of discontent. More chips were thrown into Galarm's basket, diminishing the small majority Bylgrael had purchased.
Not to be outdone, Bylgrael returned to the cashier, "Another twenty, please."
"H-Heh, of course ma'am. Very uh...determined tonight, aren't you?" he joked, as he took another 100,000 of Bylgrael's gil.
Bylgrael marched with purpose to Galarm's basket, noticing as she left the counter that yet more patrons were doing the same, and she was met with considerably less approval. She had no way of knowing but it was a bit of a faux pas to spend so much a single dancer, and some of the especially long term customers were of the mind to see her disappointed. Bylgrael's sizable stack of tokens now accounted for a little over half of the total in Galarm's basket, with many of the other patrons grumbling and shooting her dirty looks. Those with the money to spend were already making purchases to undue her advantage. Her father's competitiveness pushing her, Bylgrael approached the counter a third and final time, and upended her purse.
"Give me as many as I can carry!" The cashier, now very obviously concerned, looked between the enormous pile of gil and the woman who had placed it before him.
"A-Are you sure, miss? This is a...rather significant sum."
"I'm sure. I have to win this!"
Eyes once again darting between Bylgrael and her money, the cashier resignedly started counting out the gil and placing tokens on the counter. When all was sorted, Bylgrael had a pile of sixty-two tokens, and a little less than 3,000 gil to her name. With some effort, Bylgrael carried the whole stack to Galarm's basket and dumped it all in, causing the basket to overflow and sending stray tokens scattering across the floor. The crowd of patrons were aghast, some actively complaining to the cashier, and others booing. Satisfied as she was with her efforts to ensure she would win the raffle, it dawned on Bylgrael that she had just loudly declared she was desperate enough to spend half a million gil for a chance to fuck Galarm to a room full of strangers. If she had a hooded cloak, she'd be the spitting image of a Paragon.
Bylgrael sheepishly took a seat to wait for the results to be announced. Thinking about the situation she had now put herself in made her mouth dry. She really shouldn't have spent so much. She couldn't exactly keep this a secret any more. What would Galarm think? What would she say? They'd been through a lot together but surely this was crossing some kind of line. Bylgrael's wallowing was interrupted by a predictable announcement. One of her many, many tokens had been drawn from Galarm's basket, and she had "won" a private session with the illustrious dancer. The Tia at the token counter handed her a key to a private room in the back, his expression one of pity.
"Enjoy your stay miss. Hope it's worth it. Miss Onyx will be with you shortly."
With all the solemnity of a man facing the gallows, Bylgrael approached the private suite and stepped in. It was a nice room, with pleasant lighting. A large, plush bed with satin soft covers, a washtub big enough for two, and a small raised platform with a pole similar to those on the stages out in the main hall. She took a seat on bed, and tried to calm herself. She'd soon have to explain herself to Galarm and was hoping a freak Primal attack would call her away. She and Galarm had been intimate before but this accidental encounter and the involvement of money made her feel...dirty. As if their friendship would be tainted, or that Galarm would think less of her for being so doggedly determined to sleep with her.
"Fancy seeing you here~" Bylgrael was snapped out of her doubts by a familiar, lilting voice. There she was. Mismatched eyes sparkling, flawless skin inviting in the gentle light of the room. Her exposed bust still glistened with the mist from her earlier performance, and Bylgrael had trouble averting her gaze.
"H-Hi Galarm. I- uh, I'm...sorry," Bylgrael stammered and hung her head.
"For what? Giving me more in one night than I've made in the past 3 weeks at this place? More importantly, how did you find me here? You're the last person I'd ever expect to see in a brothel."
"I-It was an accident, really! I was lonely, and frustrated, so I decided to come here, a-and then I saw you dancing and you were gorgeous and I, I, uh, I got...carried...away..." Bylgrael's fumbling explanation trailed off as Galarm sauntered over and straddled her, arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her face so close, Bylgrael promptly forgot all the doubts that had been plaguing her when she entered the room. They kissed, slowly, deliberately. It was like a jolt ran through Bylgrael's entire body, oh how she had missed this. She squeezed Galarm tight, feeling her giggle through their locked lips. The pressure on her shoulders told her Galarm needed a breath, and she obliged, panting a bit herself.
"Sheesh, you really are pent up aren't you?" Galarm teased, her face flushed, "To think you of all people would be so...needy." She punctuated the last word by dropping her hips, letting her soft rear land squarely on the growing bulge that threatened to tear through Bylgrael's breeches. Bylgrael whimpered at the impact, reflexively bucking her hips against the new stimulation. Galarm giggled again, enjoying her dear knight's struggling.
"Here, let me help you get comfortable," Galarm cooed as she began to unbutton Bylgrael's jacket. Bylgrael tried to do so herself, but Galarm seized her hand. "Ah ah ah, allow me! After all, this is your private service, mistress."
Somewhat stunned by the situation, Bylgrael mutedly complied, allowing Galarm to diligently strip off her jacket, undo her brassiere, and pull down her pants, leaving her in only her badly straining bottoms, all the while taking in every ilm of Galarm's body. Galarm did the same, eyes tracing the familiar lines and curves of Bylgrael's enormous, muscled frame, lingering on the considerable girth now so close to release and biting her lip.
"Here you are, milady. Is there aught else you wish of your private dancer?" Galarm asked coyly. Ordinarily, Bylgrael would be too embarrassed to ask, much less give orders, but she was at the limits of her patience and Galarm's teasing was dangerously effective. She leaned forward and placed a large hand on Galarm's head, feeling her soft, silky hair, and pressed her face against the stiff rod in Bylgrael's bottoms.
"U-Use your mouth! Please!" It was more pleading than commanding, but Galarm was pleased nonetheless. Obediently, she ran her hands along Bylgrael's thighs, up to her waist, slipping her fingers under the waistband. Each tug at the smallclothes made Bylgrael whine and squirm, before finally Galarm pulled them loose, and Bylgrael's huge, stiff cock all but sprung out and smacked Galarm across the face.
Modest as she was, Bylgrael insisted she was of average size, but even if that were the case, "average" is still considerable in proportion to a person that towers over even other Roegadyn. Neglected as it was, Galarm could swear it was bigger than usual, feeling its weight and heat pressing on her face. The sensation of her breath was enough to make Bylgrael sigh contentedly.
But Galarm recalled what her owner for the day had ordered. She give a kiss to the hefty sack her chin had been resting on, and then slowly dragged her tongue up the long, twitching shaft, eliciting a chorus of ecstatic moans from Bylgrael. Wrapping her lips around the swollen tip, Galarm scooted closer and undid the jewelry of her dancer's garb before pressing Bylgrael's shaft into her cleavage. Galarm's head bobbed gently as she suckled on the tip, tasting and teasing the glans as her soft, pillowy tits massaged Bylgrael's shuddering length. Bylgrael herself could not help but moan loudly, hips instinctively bouncing in time with Galarm's movements, as she balled up the fine sheets of the bed in her fists to avoid losing her composure too soon. All for naught, as she quickly felt that dearly missed surge run up her spine and through her entire being, forcing a spurt of thick, salty seed into Galarm's mouth. The beautiful Xaela did not relent, continuing to suck and stroke Bylgrael's cock even as she was caught in the throes of orgasm, prolonging and intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.
As the blissful buzz faded, the two made eye contact. Galarm was practically gasping for breath as a few stray rivulets of semen dripped down her chin, and Bylgrael had mussed her hair and lost her glasses as she thrashed. They couldn't help but chuckle a bit at at the state of one another.
"Take the edge off?" Galarm teased, wiping her face.
"Mmhm, thanks, that was...incredible." Bylgrael was definitely more relaxed now, but even so, she knew things were not over yet. Galarm stood from her kneeling position and stretched her shoulders.
"Ugh, I need to wash, then we can continue." Bylgrael heard her, but was not completely listening. Her eyes were locked on that soft round ass and playfully swishing tail, made all the more tantalizing as Galarm stripped off the rest of her costume. Without waiting, Bylgrael got up from the bed and embraced her partner from behind. Galarm gasped softly as the hulking member she had so diligently been servicing just a moment ago abruptly thrust between her slender thighs, rubbing against her damp entrance.
The height difference between them meant Bylgrael had to hunch over slightly to properly hold Galarm like this, but it made the gesture all the more tender. Bylgrael's hand drifted south and began to gently knead Galarm's dripping clit, eliciting a sharp moan. Pressing her lips against Galarm's horns, she whispered.
"I don't want to wait."
Galarm felt a tight squeezing below her belly and a fluttering in her heart as her giant partner spun her around and laid her on the bed. The frame creaked slightly as Bylgrael climbed onto it, positioning herself over Galarm, whose entire field of vision was now occupied by her captivating companion. The two regarded each other for a moment. This strange situation that brought them here. This was not the first time they had made love, and it would surely not be the last, but yet it felt different somehow. Was it the time they had spent apart? The unexpectedness of the encounter? The exchange of coin?
Bylgrael considered the woman below her the most powerful mage in the world, architect of magicks great and terrible, whose healing had saved her life more times than she could count. Usually, she was bossy and standoffish, only allowing affection on her terms. And now she was pinned beneath her, eyes wanting and pleading, all but begging to be ravished, eager to be of use.
At the same time, Galarm pondered the woman on top of her. A warrior without peer, ferocious and compassionate in equal measure, and reticent in the extreme when it came to intimacy. Yet now she was the very image of a rutting beast, her expression one of uncontrolled, primal desire, and it was all for her.
Their momentary reverie ended abruptly as it began, as Bylgrael lowered herself to kiss Galarm. Messily, hotly. Galarm returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around Bylgrael and squeezing her as tightly as she could, their breasts pressing together. A string of saliva connected their lips as they parted, broken as Bylgrael sat herself upright, positioning herself to enter Galarm. Slowly, gently, Bylgrael pushed herself into Galarm's tight, hot folds, gasping and biting her lip with every ilm. Galarm responded in kind, her lower body shuddering, whimpering as her sex was stretched by Bylgrael's rock hard cock.
After acclimating to the blissful union, Bylgrael began to rock her hips, massaging Galarm's twitching folds as she moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. The hot, wet pressure Galarm exerted on Bylgrael's member was heavenly, her eyes fluttering as she tried to stay focused. Wonderful as it was though, Bylgrael wanted more. Her great size meant she could not fit her full length into her delicate partner without risking injury. Au Ra were more accommodating in this regard due to the natural size difference between men and women, but there was still a few ilms that Bylgrael longed to bury inside Galarm.
She felt Galarm's hand on her wrist and stopped, worried she had unwittingly pushed too far. Galarm's face was a mess, hair out of place, damp with tears and spit. She pulled Bylgrael's large hand to her face and Bylgrael automatically stroked the ebony horn as she reached it, causing Galarm to whine pleasantly and arc her back in satisfaction. Twelve, she was beautiful.
Still reeling from the tender caress, Galarm's voice was little more than a hot, breathy whisper.
"More Byl...wreck me..."
That intoxicating plea was the breaking point. Bylgrael allowed herself to fall onto Galarm, pressing her face into Bylgrael's cleavage as she feebly kissed and licked at the heavy emerald tits. With her beloved's permission, Bylgrael reeled her hips back and slammed her full length into Galarm's pussy, forcing a cry out of them both. Galarm couldn't deny that taking Bylgrael's entire cock was difficult, feeling her walls being stretched to their absolute limit, a hot, heavy pressure reaching nearly past her navel. Thank goodness for white magic.
Bylgrael was lost to reason, all she could think about now was fucking Galarm. Breaking her. Breeding her. She let her body weight pin the smaller woman beneath her as Bylgrael furiously bucked her hips, hefty balls slapping against Galarm's pillowy ass and at last feeling that divine pleasure along the entirety of her shaft. Neither of them could remain silent, the room filling with a chorus of grunts, gasps, moans, and shouts. Bylgrael felt that wonderful sensation begin to rise in her core, slowly yet ever more intensely than before, inciting her to pick up the pace.
"F-Fuck! Fuck!! Galarm, I'm-"
"YES yesyesyes do it!! Fill meeee!!"
With a last, sharp yelp of pleasure, Bylgrael squeezed down, pressing herself into Galarm as deep as she could muster, to which Galarm reciprocated, clenching down on Bylgrael's cock as she wrapped her legs around her lover's waist. Some part of Bylgrael cried out in fear, worried that in her intensity she may accidentally crush Galarm, but the sound of Galarm's frenzied moaning and the sublime pleasure rising through her cock made her incapable of relenting.
Their shared climax shook the room. Bylgrael grunted and fought to stay awake as she let out all her pent up lust inside Galarm's thirsty snatch. Stretched to its limit, the flood of cum had no where to go but out, spurting out in thick, gooey strands from Galarm's pussy, staining the luxurious bed and filling the room with the aroma of sex. Galarm herself convulsed intensely, every shot Bylgrael pumped inside her sending another wave of mind-blowing bliss through her entire body.
"Love you. Love you love you love you love you..."
Bylgrael recited the confession like a mantra as she continued to weakly thrust her hips, spilling her seed and feelings both. She was hardly thinking at this point, practically already asleep. As the last few spurts left her, Bylgrael haltingly withdrew from Galarm's still shuddering folds, limply rolling over and near immediately falling asleep beside her dearest of friends.
The air in the room felt cold after being pinned underneath Bylgrael for so long, and was likely all that kept Galarm awake as she gradually came down from the cascade of orgasms. She tried to sit up and found that her horns had gouged into the sheet they had laid upon. Catching her breath, still reeling, Galarm dragged herself across the soiled bed and flopped down on top of Bylgrael, using the Roegadyn's mountainous bust as a pillow, as semen continued to trickle down her legs.
"Love you...too..." she murmured contentedly, as she fell asleep.
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"It's RIGGED?!" Bylgrael couldn't decide if she was angry at the dishonesty, embarrassed she had been duped, or ashamed of the mess she made.
"Well, sort of? The dancers get the final say on who gets chosen, but we're encouraged to indulge new customers and big spenders. Keep the game interesting and all."
"So I...spent all that...for nothing..."
"Not for nothing! I made enough to pay for my research twice over, and got an adorable display of devotion from my favorite knight to boot!" Teasing though it was, Bylgrael couldn't help but blush and smile at the compliment.
"Well, at least you won't have to keep working here."
"Oh? And who are you to decide that? I'll surely be in demand after tonight." Bylgrael wheeled around, half excited and half upset at the prospect of reliving the day's events.
"B-But, you said-!"
"Now now, I'm sure you can afford it. I look forward to seeing you at next week's raffle, mistress~"