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Final Fantasy X (Yuna)
Title: Indulgence
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic description of bodily functions
Word Count: 1650
Summary: Sex is a mental thing- especially when you’re alone. Yuna indulges in her own pleasure for once, but just because this is a natural thing doesn't make it easy.
Prompt: 19. Final Fantasy X, Yuna: Masturbation - ”She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.”
She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.
If she was never going to have sex, that was okay. The chance that she might become pregnant- take an unborn life into the Final Summoning. The thought was horrible.
But... she- sometimes she needed, she felt... aroused. There had to be a reason for it. Lulu had told her how very pleasurable sex could be- that was why people got pregnant so often before they were wed- Yuna knew men practiced it often enough by themselves.
Surely women could do the same.
She'd never asked more of Lulu than questions about the act itself- how it was accomplished, and why people enjoyed it so much. The black mage told her the truth. Even that had made Yuna blush, and refuse to ask anything more detailed.
Lulu hadn't let her escape the conversation before explaining that, should Yuna ever wish to experiment on her own- that she would do best to be clean, alone, and not to do anything that hurt. It wasn't supposed to hurt.
Yuna thought the cleanliness was only sensible, as well as the privacy- although she'd heard glad laughter and moaning- and even elated screams- often enough in the village. The huts were hardly soundproof, and not everyone knew enough sorcery to cast a silence spell.
It wasn't supposed to hurt...
Yuna folded her clothing carefully onto a chair, set her undergarments on top of it all, and lay on her bed.
They had been gifted a luxury today- everyone secreted in their own rooms. The inns in Luca were generous to a Summoner- and she was the only Summoner who could claim relation to a High Summoner. She couldn't have convinced the innkeeper to give them fewer rooms if she'd tried.
She lay on the soft linens, legs modestly closed, fingertips tracing the fancy stitching over the coverlet- and blushed with embarrassment at the thought of getting... something, on the fine bedspread. Yuna slid off the bed, padded barefoot into the adjoining bathroom and got a towel.
She lay back down- towel safely between her nether regions and the sheets. She pulled the pillow down a bit- supporting her head and shoulders- and sighed.
Yuna set her hands lightly on her stomach. That was safe enough.
She was being foolish.
This was her body- which she'd touched hundreds and hundreds of times while washing and dressing- there was no reason to be afraid of it now.
So... how did one go about this?
She raised a hand to her face, as she had imagined a man would do, when she was older. She touched her cheek- softly, and moved it upward to her cheekbone- nails catching very lightly on her skin. Yuna threaded her fingers through her hair- lightly over her scalp, combing it as she had a thousand times, but gently, and very, very slowly. During one pass, she accidentally brushed the underside of her arm over her nipple- already gone rigid from exposure to the open air.
She made a soft, involuntary sound, and paused. Then she lowered her free hand to her breast and rubbed lightly- then a bit harder.
It felt pleasant, but she still didn't feel any desire to... to.... Well, perhaps she was doing it wrong.
Yuna kept stroking her breast, idly now- sometimes tugging at her skin to get more sensation, and moved her other hand to places she'd felt that same sense of tingling- surprisingly fierce response in her body. Down her sides near her ribcage- at her collarbone and where her chin met her neck, at the back of her legs as they curved into her buttocks. The very sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs.
Yuna stroked there for a time before drawing her hand upward- she'd only slightly parted her thighs- and touched the hair between her legs. She drew her fingers through it lightly, then more confidently, and ignored the blush that flooded her cheeks as the thought crossed her mind that she was essentially petting herself. She began to take it as a challenge against her embarrassment and grew bolder- she felt slightly uncomfortable, but she'd locked the door, and she'd told Kimahri not to break inside- not unless she actually called his name (and she was not about to do that).
She was alone. There was nothing wrong with this- she wasn't harming anyone and- oh. She rubbed her fingers against a particular bit of skin concealed beneath other folds of skin and- it felt almost too good.
She pressed against it, and rubbed at her nipple and, this felt better- naughty, lovely pleasure, but she still didn't....
Lulu had said she would want penetration- that her body would know when it was aroused to the point where it would be pleasure instead of pain, but she still felt....
This was not the time to think about Lulu- or Kimahri and certainly not about Wakka!
Tidus though...
Yuna licked her dry lips, breathed out shakily- still nervous- and imagined. His hands would be larger than her own- callused- like Chappu's had been after he'd spent time training with Wakka's present- don't think about Wakka. Don't think about Chappu- although Tidus' face was similar.
His hands would be large- cupping her chest- and Yuna mimicked what she imagined he would do, splaying fingers and pushing her breast till her hand- his hand- supported it. She licked her lips again- imagining his kiss- firmer, longer than the sibling-like kisses she'd received from her adopted family- from her father. Don't think about father.
He would kiss her lips, her shoulders- her breasts, and he would disrobe-
What would he look like? His bare chest- without the layer of clothing that barely left anything to the imagination in the first place. His skin was that beautiful shade- dark honey tan. She wondered if all his skin was just as tan- if underneath the two-length shorts there might be pale skin, like hers. She imagined him tan. She imagined what those pants- which were far too baggy to give her any sure idea- might be covering.
His buttocks would be tight, smooth, and she would clutch them as he would her breasts.
Yuna was uncomfortably aware of moisture growing, and spreading between legs. She felt... looser, and there was a peculiar kind of ache.
...She couldn't be on her courses now- no- oh-
She sat up quickly and looked- touched the wetness and brought her fingers to her face... that wasn't blood.
It... must be normal then.
She lay back down, gingerly- attempting not to spread the- secretion- on the linens.
Yuna rubbed her thumb against her fingers, smelled it- grimaced slightly. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but....
She rubbed those fingers between the folds of her skin- stopped just as quickly. That felt good- much better slick- it felt... too good.
It's supposed to feel like this, she told herself sternly- and although the wetness was off-putting, the rubbing felt good.
...Maybe she should think of Tidus again.
She'd seen only one naked male- and that had been little Moch, when she'd baby-sat and had to give him a bath. But- it would be like that... simply bigger... she supposed.
Tidus' would be much bigger- the Aurochs told jokes about their size when they thought no ladies were around. Greater size must be a positive thing- he would... enter her....
Yuna slipped her hand between her legs, still rubbing between her legs, she pressed her index finger into that wetness, through it, and into the opening there. Her finger ran up against flesh- solid and unmoving... but that couldn't be right. Ignoring the uncomfortable sensation, she moved her finger- there had to be more room in here. Women birthed babies and they had to come through here. It had to go somewhere and it wasn't supposed to hurt to do this...
She should have cut her nails.
Yuna turned her finger until it was pointing upward, fingertip headed in the direction of her naval- and pushed until her finger had disappeared as far as it could.
It... didn't really feel that pleasurable.
She rubbed harder between her legs- and tried to grab the fantasy back, and it felt better. Her muscles were relaxed enough that her finger slipped easily in and out, and she worked it that way, and imagined it was Tidus- the sight of him, covered in sweat. It was like chanting and calling- and pulling the Aeon from its home in the aether. She had to do all these things at once and- oh... oh....
She felt the beginnings of sweat on her brow- beading on her stomach and the tops of her breasts. There was warmth pooling outward from her groin to her legs. She was shuddering- convulsively, Yuna heard panting, and realized it was her- she tried to be quieter, but it felt better to pant, and make little noises, and damnit her hand was cramping, but this felt so good now- too good- she couldn't control it and it was even frightening.
She tried to keep going- she kept rubbing and working her finger in- out, and she couldn't keep the sensation up- it felt too good and her whole body was shaking-
Yuna stopped, breathed deeply, and took her hands away from her skin.
She lay there- and breathed, and made a soft disapproving noise at the slick fluid coating the skin between her legs and her fingers.
But she didn't want to get up and take a bath. Her muscles felt more relaxed than they had in weeks- she felt so pleasantly sleepy... Yuna eventually sighed, smiling, and got up. She felt a little sore... probably would in the morning as well.
Still- she'd have to try that again.
Author/Artist: syvia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic description of bodily functions
Word Count: 1650
Summary: Sex is a mental thing- especially when you’re alone. Yuna indulges in her own pleasure for once, but just because this is a natural thing doesn't make it easy.
Prompt: 19. Final Fantasy X, Yuna: Masturbation - ”She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.”
She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.
If she was never going to have sex, that was okay. The chance that she might become pregnant- take an unborn life into the Final Summoning. The thought was horrible.
But... she- sometimes she needed, she felt... aroused. There had to be a reason for it. Lulu had told her how very pleasurable sex could be- that was why people got pregnant so often before they were wed- Yuna knew men practiced it often enough by themselves.
Surely women could do the same.
She'd never asked more of Lulu than questions about the act itself- how it was accomplished, and why people enjoyed it so much. The black mage told her the truth. Even that had made Yuna blush, and refuse to ask anything more detailed.
Lulu hadn't let her escape the conversation before explaining that, should Yuna ever wish to experiment on her own- that she would do best to be clean, alone, and not to do anything that hurt. It wasn't supposed to hurt.
Yuna thought the cleanliness was only sensible, as well as the privacy- although she'd heard glad laughter and moaning- and even elated screams- often enough in the village. The huts were hardly soundproof, and not everyone knew enough sorcery to cast a silence spell.
It wasn't supposed to hurt...
Yuna folded her clothing carefully onto a chair, set her undergarments on top of it all, and lay on her bed.
They had been gifted a luxury today- everyone secreted in their own rooms. The inns in Luca were generous to a Summoner- and she was the only Summoner who could claim relation to a High Summoner. She couldn't have convinced the innkeeper to give them fewer rooms if she'd tried.
She lay on the soft linens, legs modestly closed, fingertips tracing the fancy stitching over the coverlet- and blushed with embarrassment at the thought of getting... something, on the fine bedspread. Yuna slid off the bed, padded barefoot into the adjoining bathroom and got a towel.
She lay back down- towel safely between her nether regions and the sheets. She pulled the pillow down a bit- supporting her head and shoulders- and sighed.
Yuna set her hands lightly on her stomach. That was safe enough.
She was being foolish.
This was her body- which she'd touched hundreds and hundreds of times while washing and dressing- there was no reason to be afraid of it now.
So... how did one go about this?
She raised a hand to her face, as she had imagined a man would do, when she was older. She touched her cheek- softly, and moved it upward to her cheekbone- nails catching very lightly on her skin. Yuna threaded her fingers through her hair- lightly over her scalp, combing it as she had a thousand times, but gently, and very, very slowly. During one pass, she accidentally brushed the underside of her arm over her nipple- already gone rigid from exposure to the open air.
She made a soft, involuntary sound, and paused. Then she lowered her free hand to her breast and rubbed lightly- then a bit harder.
It felt pleasant, but she still didn't feel any desire to... to.... Well, perhaps she was doing it wrong.
Yuna kept stroking her breast, idly now- sometimes tugging at her skin to get more sensation, and moved her other hand to places she'd felt that same sense of tingling- surprisingly fierce response in her body. Down her sides near her ribcage- at her collarbone and where her chin met her neck, at the back of her legs as they curved into her buttocks. The very sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs.
Yuna stroked there for a time before drawing her hand upward- she'd only slightly parted her thighs- and touched the hair between her legs. She drew her fingers through it lightly, then more confidently, and ignored the blush that flooded her cheeks as the thought crossed her mind that she was essentially petting herself. She began to take it as a challenge against her embarrassment and grew bolder- she felt slightly uncomfortable, but she'd locked the door, and she'd told Kimahri not to break inside- not unless she actually called his name (and she was not about to do that).
She was alone. There was nothing wrong with this- she wasn't harming anyone and- oh. She rubbed her fingers against a particular bit of skin concealed beneath other folds of skin and- it felt almost too good.
She pressed against it, and rubbed at her nipple and, this felt better- naughty, lovely pleasure, but she still didn't....
Lulu had said she would want penetration- that her body would know when it was aroused to the point where it would be pleasure instead of pain, but she still felt....
This was not the time to think about Lulu- or Kimahri and certainly not about Wakka!
Tidus though...
Yuna licked her dry lips, breathed out shakily- still nervous- and imagined. His hands would be larger than her own- callused- like Chappu's had been after he'd spent time training with Wakka's present- don't think about Wakka. Don't think about Chappu- although Tidus' face was similar.
His hands would be large- cupping her chest- and Yuna mimicked what she imagined he would do, splaying fingers and pushing her breast till her hand- his hand- supported it. She licked her lips again- imagining his kiss- firmer, longer than the sibling-like kisses she'd received from her adopted family- from her father. Don't think about father.
He would kiss her lips, her shoulders- her breasts, and he would disrobe-
What would he look like? His bare chest- without the layer of clothing that barely left anything to the imagination in the first place. His skin was that beautiful shade- dark honey tan. She wondered if all his skin was just as tan- if underneath the two-length shorts there might be pale skin, like hers. She imagined him tan. She imagined what those pants- which were far too baggy to give her any sure idea- might be covering.
His buttocks would be tight, smooth, and she would clutch them as he would her breasts.
Yuna was uncomfortably aware of moisture growing, and spreading between legs. She felt... looser, and there was a peculiar kind of ache.
...She couldn't be on her courses now- no- oh-
She sat up quickly and looked- touched the wetness and brought her fingers to her face... that wasn't blood.
It... must be normal then.
She lay back down, gingerly- attempting not to spread the- secretion- on the linens.
Yuna rubbed her thumb against her fingers, smelled it- grimaced slightly. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but....
She rubbed those fingers between the folds of her skin- stopped just as quickly. That felt good- much better slick- it felt... too good.
It's supposed to feel like this, she told herself sternly- and although the wetness was off-putting, the rubbing felt good.
...Maybe she should think of Tidus again.
She'd seen only one naked male- and that had been little Moch, when she'd baby-sat and had to give him a bath. But- it would be like that... simply bigger... she supposed.
Tidus' would be much bigger- the Aurochs told jokes about their size when they thought no ladies were around. Greater size must be a positive thing- he would... enter her....
Yuna slipped her hand between her legs, still rubbing between her legs, she pressed her index finger into that wetness, through it, and into the opening there. Her finger ran up against flesh- solid and unmoving... but that couldn't be right. Ignoring the uncomfortable sensation, she moved her finger- there had to be more room in here. Women birthed babies and they had to come through here. It had to go somewhere and it wasn't supposed to hurt to do this...
She should have cut her nails.
Yuna turned her finger until it was pointing upward, fingertip headed in the direction of her naval- and pushed until her finger had disappeared as far as it could.
It... didn't really feel that pleasurable.
She rubbed harder between her legs- and tried to grab the fantasy back, and it felt better. Her muscles were relaxed enough that her finger slipped easily in and out, and she worked it that way, and imagined it was Tidus- the sight of him, covered in sweat. It was like chanting and calling- and pulling the Aeon from its home in the aether. She had to do all these things at once and- oh... oh....
She felt the beginnings of sweat on her brow- beading on her stomach and the tops of her breasts. There was warmth pooling outward from her groin to her legs. She was shuddering- convulsively, Yuna heard panting, and realized it was her- she tried to be quieter, but it felt better to pant, and make little noises, and damnit her hand was cramping, but this felt so good now- too good- she couldn't control it and it was even frightening.
She tried to keep going- she kept rubbing and working her finger in- out, and she couldn't keep the sensation up- it felt too good and her whole body was shaking-
Yuna stopped, breathed deeply, and took her hands away from her skin.
She lay there- and breathed, and made a soft disapproving noise at the slick fluid coating the skin between her legs and her fingers.
But she didn't want to get up and take a bath. Her muscles felt more relaxed than they had in weeks- she felt so pleasantly sleepy... Yuna eventually sighed, smiling, and got up. She felt a little sore... probably would in the morning as well.
Still- she'd have to try that again.