Second Honeymoon - Mizra - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

They were lounging on the beach, just relaxing and enjoying time alone. They were to set sail for Tural soon, but Thancred was kind enough to take the many hints Siv had dropped with the man and allowed her to sneak Urianger off for a little rest and relaxation. She took him to her island, and as many times as he had ushered others there, he had not visited in well over several months.

Between the wedding and the initial honeymoon on the island, to treasure hunts, other reflections, and yet another terrifying monster hellbent on the star’s destruction, they had been busy nonstop. Now, with Wuk Lamat ready to head back to Tural, and a mysterious benefactor requesting the assistance of her husband and Thancred, Siv was itching for time away before their next adventure began.

She felt the sand warm and soft beneath her, the cool water rushing up over her knees and around her hips. Urianger lied next to her, his face appeared to be in peaceful repose.

Siv sat up and stretched, then moved quickly to straddle Urianger across his middle. He laughed softly.

“A rather provocative position, Mistress Augurelt. Whatsoever shall thou do?”

Siv grinned at him as sultry as she could manage. “Oh, I'm afraid you're trapped here, dear sir. The trap, you see, was laid by a criminal mastermind with a terrible plot to keep you here all to herself.”

Urianger clutched his chest in mock horror, this game well known between them. “Twelve forfend, wherefore shall I do in mine predicament?”

Siv placed her hands on each shoulder and felt the tide ebb and flow around her ankles. She noticed the wet, soft bottoms Urianger wore and traced her eyes across his chest, soft hair trailing from his pecs to his navel, dipping below the water and his waistband. He smelled of the sea and sunlight and everything that was life.

Leaning slowly in, she captured his lips with her own, savoring his salty sweet taste. His tongue darted out and flicked against hers, allowing a slick volley of tongue and lips between them. Kissing Urianger was always enjoyable, as easy as breathing between them. He good naturedly reciprocated each time, seemingly awaiting her kisses, too.

His hand that had been on her thigh traveled up to her hip, where the scrappy bow of her tanga rested.

“If I am to be thy prisoner, then I shall endeavor to be as meddlesome as possible to my captor,” he said with a soft chuckle. That’s when Siv felt the straps of her bottoms come undone.

“Why Master Augurelt. You are a tempter and a rake!” She laughed, but also very turned on by his actions. Gods of he acted like all the time, I’d never get anything done.

Before she realized, he rolled them over in the sand, his arms forming a cage around her body. His mouth found that spot on her neck that absolutely made her weak in the knees. She felt his hands searching and massaging, moving from her arse, her ribs, her breasts, anything he could find. He bent his head, his lips leaving a heated trail from her neck down between her breasts, at her ribcage, trailing to her navel and dipping just below. Her breath was coming harder now, and that familiar warmth began flooding through her lower limbs.

“Urianger…Uri…,” Siv gasped, feeling his mouth had moved back to her throat, suckling while his other wandering, gloriously dexterous fingers stroking her in that wonderful spot. She couldn't think, couldn't think of anything else that mattered right now but that need and needing him. All of him.

“Take off your damn bottoms, Augurelt,” she growled, and he lifted his golden eyes toward her for a moment. He pulled back, holding her gaze, then smiled an absolutely wicked and devilish grin she had yet to see on this man.

“Ah, there she is. Mine Warrior Goddess come to claim me.”

He rolled off her into the sand and canted his hips upward, removing the bottoms in one swift motion, tossing them further up the beach, his member quite evidently moving to erect. He moved back over her, straddling her again. She lifted herself on her elbows, and he leaned over her, kissing her neck softly once, twice, while simultaneously untying the knot on her top, freeing her from its entanglement. With a quick last kiss on her lips, he tossed her top next to his own bottoms.

“Now,” he said, still straddling across her. “Wherefore was thou doing? Ah yes.”

Quick as before, he rolled them both gently over until Siv was on top again. She laughed and kissed his nose. “That's correct,” she replied, grinning ear to ear.

She felt him so hard underneath her and reached between her legs to grasp him in hand. He shuddered a breath and she clicked her tongue. “Now then, I think perhaps some relaxation has been ordered.”

She scooted back, taking care to drag herself downward, rubbing against him. That just earned her a deep groan. However, the tide was rolling in and his lower half was almost completely underwater.

Glad to know the blessings of the Kojin will prove to have more than one use underwater.

At that, Siv dipped her head underwater and still yet heard the single loud yelp from her husband as she took him in.

Siv hadn't a lot of practice with this, and anything she did know came from some overly helpful ladies at a tavern one night. They were from the red light district of Kugane and had come to the tavern to drink. They found Siv and decided to unload all their knowledge to her one night.

That is to say, all she knew was really just in theory and not practice.

She began lapping at his head using the flat of her tongue, then moved to trace around his length. She felt Urianger quiver against her, and took that as a sign she was doing well, she peeked her head out of the water long enough to check on him.

His chin was tilted back, face to the sky. She couldn't make out his face, but could see the lifting of his cheeks. He was smiling.

Must be doing something right.

Siv dipped back underwater, her hand wrapping around him and began to move up and down his shaft. She felt him buck his hips, and she replaced her hand with her mouth, this time taking him whole.

She felt his hands claw her back, his member jerking in her mouth. She giggled, but then began sucking in earnest. Alternating between light feathery bites to excessive lapping at his weeping member. Several rounds of this and she could feel him tensing until his release, warmth shooting down her throat. It tasted different, sweeter. She wondered if it was always like that, as she heard from the ladies in the tavern that night that many might gag or not like it. For Urianger, at least, she thought he tasted like citrus.

She felt his large hands again, but this time lifting her out of the water to bring her to his chest.

“Peace, Beloved, where hast thou learned of such techniques?

Siv laughed, licking her lips. “I met some…working ladies…in Kugane. They proceeded to tell me the gist of it all.”

Urianger's eyes bored into hers, and he pulled her closer in. “Thou art always surprising me, my Song.” He leaned in, kissing her forehead, the smell of faint sweat and salt mixing in his cologne he wore.

“Alas, we do have ourselves a quandary,” he said, brows turning down out of concern. Siv co*cked her head.

“What do you mean?”

Urianger bent down to kiss her, licking her lips as he pulled away. “I believe I shall not live another moment without tasting thee.”

Siv colored. While he had done this before, he had not yet been so bold like he had just now. It turned her on even more.

“Well, we can't have that, now can we?” She half-laughed in a shaky breath.

He stood up, holding out his hand and helped her up as well. He then scooped her in his arms and carried her further up the beach, to where some mossy rocks were situated near the shoreline.

“Whilst thee may be blessed by the Kojin, I hath no such blessing. I shall still have my fill of thee, wherefore the capacity I so choose.”

All Siv could do was nod, noting that the rocks he had placed her on were not slick but soft, almost pillowy. It was the perfect spot.

She watched as he bent down on his knees, nudging her own knees apart so he could settle between them. Urianger pressed toward her, kissing each breast once more before moving downward from her breastbone, her navel, then to the soft mount between her legs. He kissed each up one thigh and then down the other before settling once more at her core.

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she felt that first electric shock his tongue made across her. Her breathing came out in gasps as she felt him move across her folds and making love declarations with each pass. She felt the pressure building, the tightness and need sending her into a frenzy.

Just when she thought she would lose her ever-loving mind, Urianger’s lips, the same ones he issued divine decrees from his cards, the ones that whispered “I love thee” each night, suckled her cl*t until she came hard all over this man, feeling the wetness pooling under her thighs and hips.

She lifted her head, about to apologize for any mess, but what she saw held her tongue fast. She watched him kiss her tenderly. On her cl*t, then moved to above her core, then each thigh again. Like it was a ritual, an act of worship.

“Ne’er hath I ever tasted anything so sweet,” he replied softly, his tongue darting out to lick his own lips.

That almost turned her on again, but she was too spent to even speak.

She heard him chuckle as he rocked on his heels and stood up, turning to go to the water’s edge and clean himself. After Siv had gathered herself, she joined them. Standing there in the water, nearly waist deep, Siv held on to Urianger, wrapping her arms around him.

“This was definitely a great start to our second honeymoon,” she sighed.