mare lamentorum

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv #prompt #stelmaria #graha #wolgraha #nsfw

warnings: nsfw ; cunnilingus ; piv sex

general: i mean. it’s porn. also a lot of belabored religious metaphors but honestly i don’t know what you’re doing here if you weren’t expecting that

adjective

• having the form or appearance of a god; sacred or divine

To know her is to love her.

And to love her is a privilege for which he is thankful.

As a young man, no more than a silly boy really, he dreamed of heroes and great deeds. He yearned to follow in their footsteps, so the world would know his name and all he had done.

Then he met her—a true hero—with her alabaster skin, her hair spun of twilight silk, and her stubborn ways. He teased her as often as she teased him, perhaps more, but by the time the magic of ancient Allag sealed the door behind him it was obvious—even to him.

Her love was a boundless paradox. It encompassed every facet of this planet, from breathtaking vistas to small, frightened creatures huddling in their burrows. As simple as a clear blue sky, yet unknowable as the deepest, most sacred waters of the sea.

And he loved her.

He slept two hundred years, awakening in a blasted, desolate hellscape and still he loved her.

It was love that brought him across time and space. A journey that nearly broke him, mind body, and soul.

Love is the reason he did not shatter into a thousand, thousand glittering pieces.

Love is the reason the First remains whole and thriving.

Love is how he can be with her, here and now, holding her hips fast against the shuddering pleasure of his worship.

The cool stripe of metal on her left hand rests against his burning skin. He shivers with want, cock aching against his belly, but he must needs prostrate himself before her properly. Thoroughly. He is her first and most devoted follower.

“Cum for me again. I love seeing it,” he hums, nosing aside soft folds wet with sea brine nectar.

“Raha, please,” she begs, eyes star-bright and cheeks flush.

He cannot well disobey his goddess? Not when she asks so sweetly. Not when he owes everything he was, is, and will ever be to her love.

She intertwines her fingers with his, gasping when he takes her pearl into his mouth. Their wedding bands clink as he sucks, gently, and oh... how she moans and writhes. She cums like a symphony, building to a beautiful crescendo that swells the heart and brings a tear to the eye.

Divine mystery on divine mystery. How can this goddess be his wife? How can she become even more beautiful as he takes her apart?

They kiss, scented with musky incense and speaking in tongues, but understanding passes between them nonetheless.

He sheathes himself in the divine tabernacle and pauses to watch her flutter beneath him. Gouts of flame erupt from his skin as her nails sink deep, burning like brands.

“Move.” She slithers, undulating like a snake around his cock. Stars swim behind his eyes. “Hard and fast,” she moans breathlessly, before nipping the edge of his ear.

She is his goddess and he lives to worship, therefore he obeys.