The city was in a state of festivity and the sounds of revelry were exploding from the streets. Men and women danced, played music, and performed talents for the enjoyment of those around them. Incandescent wisps of magical light danced in the air, like ever present fireworks, casting the city into a myriad of colors. Magic had also been used to craft the brickwork towers which housed the throngs of guests who’d come to this beautiful city. In one of the many rooms in the tower, in front of a window with curtains thrown open, were a pair of individuals. One on their knees, pressed against the sturdy glass, the other behind them standing.
“What if someone sees?!” A woman’s voice protested, her voice heavy with lust and passion.
“Then they get to be jealous of us, besides they can’t see your face, we’re too high up.” A man’s voice replied with a mischievous and playful tone.
“But, Vhon.” She whined, then moaned as she felt his cock slip into her.
Her bare breasts pressed against the glass along with her face, she could see all the people below, she saw some faces turned upwards and shivered with excitement. Part of her wanted them to be able to see how she was ravaged by a man. The woman would be jealous of her, the men would want to be with her, it was thrilling. The sensation she felt from looking down made her head swim with a brief sensation of vertigo, she’d never been taken like this, used and displayed.
Her auburn hair was still tied in a ponytail which bobbed with every impact of their bodies. She was a fit woman, with defined muscles, a result of an adventuring life. The same life had also left her with myriad scars; bites, slashes, cuts, claw marks. To some they would be seen as unsightly but Vhon found them beautiful, like a lioness sporting scars of the hunt, he saw them as a sign of power and determination. The only time she seemed powerless was when she was gorging her desires with him. She let him take her, gave herself over to him completely, and he loved it.
“Serah!” He cried out her name in passion, as he hammered against her. Vhon, unlike Serah was slim, though not unfit he didn’t sport the same defined muscle as Serah. He bore far fewer scars as well, despite their same lines of work. Strikingly both his arms sported spiraling tattoos that traveled out from his wrist, around and up his arms like climbing ivy, before disappearing behind his shoulders.
Serah gasped and moaned as he began to thrust into her with the quickened pace of a man at the edge, she knew soon he’d fill her with hot love and desperately pressed herself back into him. When the first shot was loosed within her she felt herself cum as well, her breath caught as a powerful orgasm took her. Vhon groaned deeply and loudly with each throbbing pump of his member. When finally it passed he freed himself from her, eliciting a gasp, the efforts of their act oozed from her as he did. She pushed herself from the window to look back at him and saw the tattoos on his arms begin to glow with a soft white light. Suddenly she was weightless and floating, and with a beckoning of his finger she drifted towards him as he stepped back a few paces.
She giggled joyfully, her head still dizzy with pleasure as she felt a myriad of opaque hands grasp her body. They took each of her breasts in hand, her nipples, they squeezed and fondled her butt, another one teased her hole with a circular motion. She began to moan deeply, the feeling nearly overwhelming, she felt hands run up and down her inner thigh, fingertips caress over her abs, palms sliding down her sides over her hips and waist. When Vhon entered her again she nearly came.
“Vhon.. This feels so good.. I feel like I’m gonna die.” She laughed softly as she spoke, then moaned loudly as her nipples were tweaked and twisted.
“Want me to tone it down?” He asked, slowly sliding himself in and out of her, pulling back till just the head was in then pushing all the way forward. She shook her head quickly as she stifled a moan, unable to get out a word as he started to fuck her again. He knew the long strokes drove her crazy and relished her reaction. He leaned in, the opaque hands providing no obstruction as they were merely free floating mana, the sensations were however very real. Their lips met and they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing and mingling with one another. Both of them tasted of the fine alcohol they’d been drinking before they’d begun.
She moaned against him, reaching up to touch his face, and hold him in their kiss. She loved the way he kissed her, unabashedly, passionately, forcefully. He didn’t treat her like a delicate thing, nor did he treat her like any less of a woman due to her appearance. He was equally tender and soft as he was ravenous and hard, and she cherished every moment of it.
“Vhon,” she called breathlessly as they broke their kiss, “I love you.”
She felt her face flush bright red as they met each other’s eyes. Vhon smiled, the way he did when his emotions threatened to overwhelm him.
“I love you too, Serah.” He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her into his embrace, she wrapped herself around him, arms and legs and held tightly. She was taller than him, and much heavier with muscle, but his magic kept her floating. The ethereal hands had taken a momentary leave as they shared their moment.
“Should we lay down?” Serah asked after a short time had passed, nuzzling against Vhon’s hair. He chuckled rather than reply, and the hands reappeared, they cradled her buttock and lower back. She let herself hang from his neck and rested on the magicked palms, folding her forearms behind his head and letting her legs loosen their grip on his body. She felt his hand run over her body, from her waist, up her hips, and around her back, his fingertips tracing scars he’d become familiar with, meanwhile the magic began to move her back and forth. The pushing and pulling, kneading, motion of the hands rocking her back and forth felt wonderful. His own hands tracing the marks on her skin, caressing her and feeling her, felt amazing, and his hard length inside her was ecstasy.
She moaned loudly, unrestrained, calling his name, and he responded in kind. She could feel his hips start to move against her legs, meeting her assisted motions half way. She pushed her face against his shoulder as she cried out, she knew she was being too loud but couldn’t keep it in. She wondered if the others could hear them, part of that thrilled her, almost more than being seen by strangers. There would be no more hiding, no more sneaking off, she would be his, and he would be hers, and everyone would know. She begged him harder, and he fulfilled her request, the hands had stopped and were holding her in place. He thrusted into her with as much force as he could bring to bear, maintaining a fierce rhythm as he fucked her.
“Fuck! Vhon!! I’m gonna cum! Vhon!!” She screamed, lost in lust, and unconcerned who heard. They’d both become widely consumed in their passions and in their fully blooming romance. He groaned in between panting breaths, the feeling of impending release building in his shaft. She clamped down on him, letting out a long and forceful moan, her body tensing. A moment later he was over the edge as well, pouring a second, massive, amount of seed into her. She could feel it blast against the deepest parts of her walls, filling her with an expression of his love. She clung to him, like she never had before, pulling herself upright and once more wrapping her legs around him tight. That’s where they stayed, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of their love making.
Suddenly she felt gravity grab hold, and Johnny shouted in surprise as he was suddenly holding the full weight of her powerful frame.
“Hey, you didn’t drop me! I told you the lifting would work!” Serah exclaimed cheerfully, a moment later they were both falling to the ground.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rikmjw/fighters_need_love_too_mf_magic_exhibitionism