Valentine and The Dragon

Part 9: Aftermath

  The familiar morning rays, so warming, so beautiful yet just as annoying when it reaches your sleeping eyes. In the silence of the modest home, two pale bodies lay, one flat on their back, head half-submerged into the softness of his pillow, the other covering most if not all of the bottom's body with her own, partially wrapped in the trashed sheets. As the rays rise over the bodies, causing both to coo and shift ever so softly, the light reveals a duo of new markings on both necks, a pair of hearts in an hourglass shape. The young man had his colored violet to signify his undying love to his partner, whilst hers was a light blue to stand out from her usual attire's purple theme. Nevertheless, the sun had fully begun to shine in their eyes, causing them to stir until the former Dark Knight opened his hazel green eyes, a bit of haze and tunnel vision caused him to reach up, running his hand over his lids until he could see straight, looking down at a still resting Isabella with her looks managing to remain even without reapplying her cosmetics. The hand that relieved his eyes relaxed back down just to fold his entire arm around her somewhat bare back, an action that made her lips form a smile just to snuggle closer and tighten her embrace around him. His heart began to beat a little faster, something his sleeping lover began to pick up on and open her own eyes, just to show those beautiful baby blues staring right back up at him. No words exchanged, just admiring one another whilst the birds began their songs outside filling the void of silence with a calming aroma. Isabella shifted her body a bit more up his top half just to come face to face, then their lids closed right back, turning their heads to the side and enjoying a tender kiss until she relented, content on looking into his eyes.

Sarko: "Even a few weeks after... that feeling never fades..."

Isabella: "It never fades for me either darling nor do I believe it ever will.~"

Sarko: "Just being around you, holding you, it makes me feel... loved."

Isabella: "I share the emotion, though at first after we had our day, I-... I didn't know what to think of this... of us... I never really received true love before, not even my parents..."

Sarko: "We used to sit in silence for what seemed to be an eternity... but when you finally decided to stop sleeping on the couch and start sleeping on me I-... I felt like I had gotten my dream, at long last."

Isabella: "Even so, I-... for the first time in my life, I don't know where to go or what to do... With my goal of Soul Edge's destruction complete, I've hit a dead end."

Sarko: "Whatever we do, we do together."

Isabella: "Sarko... you've given me something that I never thought I'd ever have, especially your persistence to show me, love, in various ways, I never imagined to be where I am today..."

Sarko: "I would do it again in a heartbeat, just to have you with me...~"

Isabella: "Oh stop it you...~"

  Before the two could get a bit more provocative and intimate, a loud knock could be heard from all the way across the home, at the wooden front door, someone was waiting, however, both had no clue who it could be. 

Sarko: "I'll go see who it is, you can have the bed to yourself."

Isabella: "Always so generous...~"

  The covers were thrown from the couple, revealing that both were in their undergarments, however, the open sheets wouldn't last as when the chiseled young man stood, his lover folded the blankets right back under her, laying on her side as Sarko grabbed a familiar black robe just to march out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Within the quiet halls and rooms of this small yet expansive abode, many of the previous trinkets had been removed, replaced with new items that were either from Valentine or both lovers. The floor creaked beneath him until he stood upon the rug before the front entrance, turning the knob with a deep breath before cracking the door to reveal the figure semi cloaked in the shade with his lieutenant Lucia, it was Ser Aymeric.

Sarko: "Aymeric? What are you doing all the way out here, let alone without an escort."

Aymeric: "I see no danger, nor do I fear any hostilities from you, my friend. I simply ask for a moment of your time, to hear me."

Sarko: "Very well, though I'd rather you'd remain outside. I do not wish to have an inspector enter my home because the royal highness entered."

Aymeric: "Unnessicary but understandable. With your victory over the supposed 'Soul Edge' I would ask for a detailed account of events so that the alliance leadership may know what occurred."

Sarko: "Aymeric... what I and Iv-... Isabella did was our own matter and as such, all you need worry about is collateral damages and landscaping. What occurred on that tower is none of your concern."

Aymeric: "What dares to attack and threaten Eorzea is the Alliance's concern Sarko, and as such the leadership has a right to know. Do you even believe the danger has truly passed?"

Sarko: "Perhaps I'll believe when you stomp out the corruption of the houses and tend to the less fortunate instead of focusing on a war that should not involve you."

  It seems that the Lord Commander had a nerve struck and in vice versa, he had struck a nerve with someone who cared little about Eorzea, simply for those whom he loved and the innocents that were put in harm's way. Both adjusted their stances to convey their seething rage at one another, even huffing clouds of mist from their noses.

Aymeric: "Eorzea itself is at risk should the Imperials win this war, you will no doubt be forced to raise a sword, and I will inform you now that sitting in some cottage with all your talent is an act of cowardice."

Sarko: "Don't you dare-"

Aymeric: "I wonder... what your parents think of you now? Wallowing in his past grief only to have his woman lift him out and be the only saving grace. Your mother and father must be-"

  Before another word could be spewed, Aymeric took a blow to the side of his face, knocking him down into the snow with a thud and a groan. The ever-vigilant lieutenant raced into action, drawing her sword without delay, standing with an authoritative stance between her superior and this vigilante. The fallen Lord Commander took his hand and wiped his nostrils, discovering blood on his fingers that dripped from the two holes.

Sarko: "Don't you EVER, speak of my parents again Aymeric or I will beat you to a pulp!"

Lucia: "Stand down now! You will be tossed in a cell for the rest of your days!"

Aymeric: "Lucia! Enough, let the man be... I stepped out of line."

  Such an order caused the elezen woman to seem rather perplexed, watching her commander rise to his feet, dusting his immaculate grabs from the snow that clung to it only to sheath her blade and step back. The young hyur lowered his arms and rested against the steel doorframe of his home, less than receptive to the pair that dared to venture to him only to insult him and use his parents against him. 

Aymeric: "I beg of your forgiveness Sarko I-... I shouldn't have said such things, I know that your parents were great people and would be beyond proud of their son. What you say is true, I focus too much on matters beyond my borders besides rebuilding what once was. My father allowed corruption to flourish and thrive, leading to the deeply unfortunate deaths of your mother and father... I promise that I am not my father, nor will I allow such things to take place under my watch."

  The lordship outstretched his hand, stained in his own blood towards the vigilante that stood motionless, blank yet menacing in a single expression towards the man who stood across from him. Sarko glanced down at the hand, then slowly back to the eyes of the ruler of Ishgard, only to clasp hands and hold them together for a moment.

Sarko: "I forgive you, and I want to trust your words, but I will need to see to believe Aymeric. As for that report, my answer is still no for the time being, and I will not fight your wars."

Aymeric: "I understand, you and your lady have certainly earned a retirement that not even I could truly receive. Nevertheless, return to my chambers should you change your mind, the world needs more heroes, and those with the will to be the shield of the innocent."

Sarko: "Goodbye Aymeric."

  With hands released and the sight of both officers marching down the hill towards an outpost in the distance, the door closed, returning pure warmth to the home however what seemed amiss was the fireplace alight and the sounds of a voice humming a tune that only he and select few knew. He turned to face it only to see his dearly beloved, her back against the arm of the couch, leg over leg, and her eyes solely locked upon him, all with a warm smile and a soothing tone of voice with her posh accent.

Isabella: "To think it all started right here, before a warm fire, on the softness of a sofa...~"

Sarko: "You choked me for treating your wounds, I remember vividly... But, I also remember that first smile you cracked, the first time we truly opened up...~"

  She simply nodded to the side of her, towards the open carpet before the crackling fireplace, her shining platinum hair flowing for a moment until her bangs partially obscured her sight. The young man walked over, just to stand idly by the couch side for a moment, watching his lover stand to her feet, in her underwear, taking him by the hand and leading him in stride towards the most open area. Afterward, she turns towards him, gently removing the robe from his body and tossing it aside onto one of the nearby chairs only to rest her hands on his shoulders, locking eyes once more just to shove him down onto the floor back first.


---Warning: Sexual Content ahead, if you wish to skip then scroll until you see the end marker and image.---


  He seemed rather taken aback by this, however, there was little time to contemplate what was going on, instead, the young man felt a pair of glossy lips pressed up against him in a way that he had never felt before, a way that seemed to alert him of what was going on and made his heart race with every second. It felt only natural, or simply that he couldn't control his limbs, that his arms reached around only to feel up and down her body in soft strokes, even reaching to places he never thought as she was taking most of the lead here. But once their lips parted and their eyes opened, his view of her was something to behold as she straddled his hips, taking a moment to look down at her hefty bust, then back up to his wandering eyes. That smile had faded and melted into a look of seduction and a snooty smirk, taking a moment to use both of her hands, unclasping the front of her top and revealing what hid beneath with a bit of a jiggle, tossing the bra aside gingerly and asking in a sensual, flirty manner towards the blushing mess beneath her.

Isabella: "Are you looking now?~"

Sarko: "I-I... u-um... u-uh..."

  She took a moment to show off her gorgeously chiseled body, all the while giving the young man beneath her equally chiseled yet thick thighs quite the show of her bare breasts, hiding her own anxiousness and fears until she felt a hand feeling her bust, even giving it a gentle squeeze in his hand. For the first time, Valentine could feel a wave of arousal shoot up her body, closing her eyes and gasping, even grinding her hips on the warm body below, reaching both hands back to hold the back of her head, even turning it to the side, as she allowed Sarko to feel her body as much as he pleased. The fire waved and crackled with warmth, heating the room around them more than it had already appeared to be, giving this intimate moment quite the backdrop. However, the blushing young man built some courage into his heart, using both hands to feel both of Isabella's huge breasts and even remarking that they felt amazing, truly surprised that they were all-natural. 

  Isabella could barely contain herself anymore, lowering her arms just to run her hands up her bare thighs up to the clasp of her panties, taking a moment to savor this feeling before clicking the clasp and revealing her fully nude form to her love, tossing them aside as her eyes glanced down at a growing bulge beneath her womanhood that felt quite warm. Valentine gazed up at her dearest, butterflies running rampant within her stomach as she saw him bite his lip and look away for a moment just to look right back down, pulling those boxer briefs down, showing the full spectrum of what was hiding beneath that armor. She had to admit, it wasn't some giant club thankfully and just the right size for her desires, taking a hand to grasp the shaft but she hesitated, glancing back up with her own look of anxiousness just to see that her partner was willing and ready with a nod of his head. 

  What followed was a spectacle of different positions and forms, surprisingly enough, both performing as if they had rehearsed for this moment many times over until Isabella bent herself over the coffee table on her knees. Her overly-proportionate bottom wagged slowly back and forth with a seductive grin on her face as she invited her lover to be the one to take her virginity and his in vice versa. 

Isabella: "What are you waiting for?~ It's all yours darling.~"

  Instead of taking such a luxurious offer, he decided to alter the deal and shift her position, turning her partially on her side and lifting a leg just to snake a differing arm under her arm and grasp one of her breasts. Both hesitated, looking at one another before his hips pushed forwards and pierced her lips, the couple was nowhere near ready for what they were about to feel. Such ecstasy, such bliss, they couldn't help but gasp and moan, more so Valentine as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, and her face showed how much she loved it. Her legs quivered a bit until she felt him humping her, filling the air with more than closed mouth moaning and panting, those thick cheeks rippled and clapped against him which told them both the speed. 

Isabella: "S-Sarko... mmmnnnhhh! S-Slow d-dow-... p-please... I- FUCK!"

  Isabella's request seemed to fall on deaf ears as her overly hormonal lover ramped up the speed and quaked her body, even tightening his grip on her breast which made her uncontrollably roll her eyes into the back of her head. In her mind, she was surprised at his sudden speed, such power for both of their first times, perhaps she had dominance in the beginning but now she was just quivering with bliss and enjoying the feeling. Meanwhile, Sarko hicked her leg up higher, giving the man more room to work with and easier access, increasing his speed and ferocity until found his eyes glued to Valentines and words he thought he would never hear in his lifetime;

Isabella: "Impregnate me! Please!"

  It seemed like his heart just skipped a beat, or stopped, but he was barely in control of his body, simply a passenger to his lust and emotions, watching the woman he loved get pounded so hard it shook the coffee table. Nevertheless, he regained his senses, joining her moans in unison and giving it all he had, making his lover cry out to the ceiling until finally, he shoved his body up against hers with force. She panted and her entire lower half began to shake uncontrollably, shivering as if the life had been sucked out of her but both just held there, taking a moment to look at her crotch then back to one another, giving a lust-filled kiss with a bit of tongue tangling before he reeled back his hips, a drop or so of seed leaking out as her legs feel limp.

Isabella: "M-My m-my young man... w-we should d-do that more o-often...~"

Sarko: "H-How many... hhhhh... k-kids you plan on having?~"

Isabella: "Ugh... s-so i-insufferable...~"


---End of sex scene for all the dirty birdies out there.---

  The breath of rest, a breath of pure relaxation and the clarity after a storm, before the warmth of a dying fire with his love put to rest, Sarko stands before the sputtering embers in his new outfit that had been chosen for him by his lover. Time appeared to have moved since their... intimate moments, giving the warrior some much-needed alone time but he wouldn't find a sound mind standing upon the area he had truly become a man. He turns on his heels, marching towards the doors quietly to not disturb his resting lover in the master bedroom that was down the corridor. The front door opens to blue skies and gusts of chilling winds, welcoming the man from his humble abode to the vast outdoors. Sarko steps out, quietly closing the door behind him with care before walking slowly in the snow to the neighboring cliff, standing before the makeshift fence with arms crossed over his chest whilst the wind blew in his hair. 

Sarko: "Ivy Valentine... Isabella Valentine... hmmmm... Well, we've come this far together my love, it's time that we continue forwards, wherever we go, whatever we do, should we raise our swords, we do it all together as one."

  His head bows and eyes close for a moment, letting his bright light blue coat and a darker blue scarf tied to his belt flap in the flowing breeze, a smile forms, and his scarred face, blue tattoos are tinted with a pinkish blush. For now, they stand in uncharted territory, deep water that they have yet to sail, their future is uncertain but yet, in a far land, a future lies dormant, one that could alter both in ways thought unimaginable. The new violet tattoo is on full display as his head begins to raise, his eyes open with his hazel greens revealed, a look of hope, a look of inner peace, a look of contentness without the need of anything more to live happily...