Chapter 24: Bravado

Since it might cause problems if he was seen fucking Y'shtola outdoors or even within the castle, Andrew teleported them to the hotel room he had prepared in the world of Final Fantasy 8. He had leased out the penthouse of the luxurious Galbadia Hotel, so not only would they have privacy, they could cool off in a cold room, sweat it out in a steam room, enjoy a bubble bath, and drink champagne on tap. There was even a carpeted stage area with a pole in the center, earning Andrew a narrowed, accusatory stare as he showed Y'shtola around the 135-square-meter facility.

"I suppose when you can hop between worlds, accumulating a fortune is fairly simple..." remarked Y'shtola, stripping out of her clothes and neatly folding them as Andrew observed her with folded arms from the entrance of the master bathroom.

"You're not wrong," conceded Andrew. "But I'm ultimately just meeting the demands of the world and markets I interact with. I also undercharge for my goods and avoid trading with authoritarian groups such as the Garlean Empire. That should more than counterbalance me enjoying myself a bit..."

"I suppose so..." responded Y'shtola, taking a step back since it was true that Andrew was doing them a tremendous favor by agreeing not to trade with the Garleans. He would doubtlessly profit more from doing so, but he chose to aid the forces of light and good instead.

Bereft of her clothes, Y'shtola's tail flicked, curling into an S-shape as she looked to Andrew, asking, "How do you wish to proceed? I do not wish to tarry here for too long..."

"Then just relax and enjoy yourself," said Andrew, making his way over to caress the right side of Y'shtola's face as he admired her naked form. She was short, but her lithe and athletic figure was incredible, especially when paired with her light, healthy brown skin. Neither her breast nor butt stood out as being particularly voluminous, but their shape was nothing short of immaculate, compelling him to remark, "To be honest, just being able to see and touch you like this might be enough to elevate your status. You're an exceptionally beautiful woman, Y'shtola..."

"That would certainly make things more convenient..." quipped Y'shtola, liberating herself from Andrew's embrace and making her way over to the massive, canopied, harem-sized bed. Andrew followed close behind, and when she crawled onto the bed, lying on her chest and resting her cheek on her hands, butt in the air, he didn't hesitate to reach out, grasping her ass cheeks and spreading her flawless, ostensibly untouched pussy with his thumbs, admiring the somewhat muted pink interior.

Smacking Andrew in the face with her tail, Y'shtola said, "Don't gawk..." in her characteristically deep and feminine tone, made even more appealing by her distinctly British accent.

"Then I'll just have to dig in..." countered Andrew, crouching down to kiss Y'shtola's smooth, presently dry lips before summarily invading them with his tongue. She fidgetted a bit as he did so but made no effort to escape or stop him as she knew what came next would be incredibly painful if her body wasn't adequately prepared.

Feeling a peculiar 'hardness' as his tongue probed Y'shtola's insides, the notion she might be a virgin struck Andrew's brain like a two-ton hammer. He didn't know her exact age, but she was at least in her thirties based on the details he could remember. Her aversion to relationships and romance was well-known, but how could such a curious and enchanting person be a virgin in her thirties...?

Shelving such thoughts, Andrew, feeling even more excited, finished lubricating Y'shtola's insides with his tongue before switching to his fingers, probing her unaccommodating pussy with the middle finger of his right hand while stimulating her increasingly warm vulva and tempting her shy clitoris with the thumb of his left. It was an 'arduous' process, but his determination to satisfy her slowly but surely caused Y'shtola's arousal to build.

Rewarding Andrew's efforts, a faint, quickly suppressed groan emanated from Y'shtola's throat as she furrowed her brows, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip. At the same time, her pussy tightened around his fingers, but due to the gradual buildup of lubricating vaginal fluids, Andrew could still move freely even after switching to two fingers.

Though he was tempted to tease Y'shtola by pointing out that she was getting aroused, Andrew reasoned that the best course of action was to stay silent and redouble his efforts. Once Y'sthola's little nib came out to play, and she achieved climax, her cold facade should melt fairly quickly. If it didn't, well, that was actually better, in Andrew's opinion. Variety was the spice of life, after all. If all women responded similarly to pleasure, he might get a little bored after the millionth time or so...

Realizing that Andrew wouldn't let up, Y'shtola, recalling his warning back at the castle, exhaled a hot sigh, resigning herself as she began allowing faint moans to escape her throat as she started panting, shallowly at first but openly a few minutes later.

'I may have been a bit brash when I concluded sex and intimacy were a waste of time...' thought Y'shtola. As Andrew suspected, this would be her first time having sex. She had tried experimenting with various 'toys' when she was younger, but as they were crude and made her feel demeaned, Y'shtola quickly gave them up, choosing to immerse herself in her studies and research while her 'contemporaries' at the Studium wasted their time and potential...

"Haaaaaaaaa..."

Exhaling a long, heated sigh, the tensions in Y'shtola's body relaxed as a pleasant, tingling sensation spread through her body. She presumed this was the 'orgasm' so many people were obsessed with, but reality proved she had once again gotten ahead of herself as several additional, growing waves of tingling disseminated through her body each time Andrew drew a circle around her clit.

Experience a sudden sense of panic, Y'shtola was about to tell Andrew to stop, but he beat her to the punch, retracting his hands when he saw her balling her hands into fists and curling her toes.

Now feeling confused and strangely frustrated, Y'shtola, panting heavily, asked, "Why...did you stop...?"

"It's more like I'm planning to give you what you want..." replied Andrew, dropping his trousers to reveal his almost painfully erect cock. Y'shtola's eyes widened when she saw it, but before she could comment that it was way too big, Andrew turned her onto her side and pressed his glans to her waiting entrance, pushing forward without hesitation.

Though there was a sharp pain partway through, Y'shtola closed her eyes and released a long, nasally moan, arching her back when Andrew's cock parted her sensitive folds, sending an intense jolt of pleasure through her body before she felt his heat and hardness press against the deepest part of her.

Taking advantage of Y'shtola's orgasm, Andrew placed his hand on her thigh for support and began moving his hips slowly but forcibly against the pressure of her spasming pussy. He vaguely remembered that he was supposed to be gentle with virgins, but his instincts told him it was better to keep going while Y'shtola's compelled her to react in kind.

Unable to bask in the afterglow of her first real climax, Y'shtola's breathed heavily as she propped herself up with her right elbow and looked back to stare at Andrew and where they were connected. The fact her body could accommodate such an 'offensive' object left her feeling shocked, but after closing her mouth and swallowing hard, she regained enough stoicism to ask, "I take it...it's your turn next...?"

"The more important question is, where do you want to take it...?" asked Andrew, raising his hand to give Y'shtola's bottom a light smack. She was initially confused by his words, but after a few seconds of Andrew drilling into her with the reliability of a metronome, her vibrating brain eventually pieced everything together.

Adopting a very serious expression, Y'shtola said, "I am not looking to get pregnant..." in a single breath.

"Then I'll do my best to cum outside," said Andrew, momentarily stopping his movements so that Y'shtola could feel her pussy trying to suck him in as he added, "Though a certain part of you might be left feeling frustrated if I don't give it what it wants..."

Feeling her pussy tensing and sucking Andrew's cock of its own accord, Y'shtola felt betrayed by her own body. Her usually tranquil mind was in complete chaos, a condition that was exacerbated when Andrew started moving again, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that caused her tail to completely straighten before curling into a loop.

'Well, that was fucking adorable...' thought Andrew, picking up his pace in the hope that Y'shtola would forget her desire not to have him cum inside her. He didn't want to get her pregnant or anything, but since this was her first time having sex, he felt it would be a complete waste not to creampie her.

Breathing heavily and rapidly, Y'shtola felt like she was going to pass out from hyperventilating. It wasn't quite the same, but she felt like her brain was experiencing something similar to a limb regaining blood flow after falling asleep. It was, quite literally, mind-numbing, but her body seemed to understand what to do as she drew in her legs instinctually and coiled her tail around the hand and arm Andrew had rested on her butt.

Feeling beyond gratified by Y'shtola's borderline animalistic response, Andrew denied his own climax for nearly a half hour as she slowly and deliberately stirred her insides. The disparity between her impassioned state and her usually cold demeanor affected his mind like a drug, fixing his eyes in an open state as a toothy smile adorned his face. Then, just as Y'shtola was nearing another powerful orgasm, he stopped, removing his cock from her quivering pussy.

Coming back to her senses instantly, Y'shtola turned her head and gave Andrew an offended look that seemed to scream, 'What the fuck do you think you're doing!?'

"You said to cum outside..." remarked Andrew, furrowing his brows as he slowly beat his meat, precum dripping from his glans.

Contrasting Andrew's hopes and expectations, his words seemed to have a sobering effect on Y'shtola, causing her to avert her eyes and fall silent as she stared pensively yet fervently at nothing in particular.

Not wanting to give Y'shtola too much time to think, Andrew surprised her by pulling her tail. He didn't intentionally tug on it, but as Y'shtola's tail had coiled around his forearm like a constrictor, it became taught when he raised his hand and asked, "Mind letting me go...?"

Furrowing her brows, Y'shtola had to focus for several seconds before her tail relaxed, releasing Andrew's hand and arm. Once it had, he startled her by slipping said hand under her knee, opening her legs like a book as he effortlessly shifted her onto her back, splaying her limp body in a manner Y'shtola immediately associated with a frog on a dissection table.

"Hot damn, you're sexy..." said Andrew, standing over Y'shtola and beating his meat with quickening intensity. Her blue eyes were invariably drawn to his cock, while her tail, seemingly needing to coil around something, crept around her ribs, following her contours before the tip nestled between her breasts.

Though he felt it was a tremendous waste, Andrew ended up discharging what might have been the biggest load of his life onto Y'shtola's alluringly brown body, staining her face, chest, abdomen, and still-quivering pussy with streams of white. Doing so caused Y'shtola to furrow her brows and frown angrily, but when he gave his dick a few shakes to clear his urethra and asked, "Ready for round two...?" her response was to look away and spread her legs a little wider. He happily obliged, but this time, as Y'shtola invariably locked her legs around him, just as Andrew had envisioned she might, he came as hard and deeply inside her as he could...five times, to be exact...

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