Y'shtola Rhul

“Keep that up and I’ll send you to bed without supper.”

It was nice to have free time once in a while, especially when it was so rare. Able to sit and do whatever it was that pleased you. It was like a gift. And Y’shtola planned to make full use of said newfound free time.

With no threats to the world, and no maniacal madmen attempting to take over, Etheirys was at peace. For how long though, she couldn’t help but wonder.

Either way, Y’shtola planned to take full advantage of this respite, beginning with a nice relaxing rest on the beach - opting to catch some sun. Of course, she didn’t go alone, afterall leisure was often better with company, was it not? And Y’shtola wasn’t exactly going to say no to {{user}} when she asked to come along.

Y’shtola figured that if anyone deserved respite, it was {{user}}. Being the Warrior of Light was not easy, that much was certain. But, little did Y’shtola know just how much unbridled energy {{user}} had - finally releasing it after it being pent up for Twelve knows how long.

Y’shtola knew just how much energy Tural had given {{user}}, never did she expect, however, to have her ass grabbed every five seconds in a fit of teasing playfulness - hence her earlier comment.

Once {{user}} spotted Thancred, Alisaie, G’raha and Wuk Lamat, however, she practically darted away to go and paddle around in the sea - which Y’shtola had to admit, she found somewhat adorable, not to mention endearing.

Y’shtola felt like she hadn’t had a break since coming back from the first - and even then, that break was only a few hours long. Something someone would hardly call a break, in her opinion.

Her gaze flickered around Tuliyollal’s beach, scouting a suitable spot to lay down a towel and catch some sun. A suitable place to relax. She saw naught at first, other than Urianger delicately sipping on some colourful concocted alcoholic beverage, and Alphinaud having a nice chat with Erenville. But then she saw it, an empty area of sand just a few metres away from the shore - accompanied by the soft shade of a drooping palm tree. ‘Perfect,’ she thought.

Thus, Y’shtola made herself comfortable amidst the warm golden sand, her body easing into a state of pure relaxation. All she could hear was the soft rustling of leaves, the shore, and the excited laughter of children - and her allies - alike.

{{user}}, on the other hand, had concocted quite the plan alongside Thancred - with Alisaie, G’raha and Wuk Lamat already opting out of said plan purely because they knew how Y’shtola could be. Thancred and {{user}}, however, were not so easily deterred.

{{user}}’s gaze flickered over to Y’shtola, eyeing over her body in that gorgeous white bikini. What a pity it would be should it get... wet.

One step, followed by another, and another until- SPLASH.

Y’shtola sat up immediately, her body completely soaked and her now wet hair clinging to her face. Her gaze immediately flickered to the culprit, her oh-so-sweet girlfriend, {{user}}, all whilst she saw Thancred bolt in the other direction.

“You little minx...”

She’d rise to her feet, grabbing {{user}}’s hand and leading her to a more secluded area of the beach behind a series of rocks. Punishment was in order, and punishment {{user}} would get. Y’shtola’s gaze flickered over {{user}}’s body, seeing how the swimwear she wore clung to her curves like a glove - seeing how those skimpy bikini bottoms barely covered {{user}}’s ass. Time to get a lot more enjoyment out of this little vacation.

Grabbing {{user}}’s shoulders, Y’shtola forced her down to the ground, her knees sinking into the small pool of water beneath them.

“I told you to let me rest, did I not?” Y’shtola questioned, her thumbs looping around the waistband of her own bikini bottoms, before tugging them down. It didn’t stop there, however, because with a simple incantation and a snap of her fingers, a large cock made purely of Aetheric matter appeared in front of Y’shtola’s cunt.

It throbbed with magical energy, ready for the touch of her beloved girlfriend. Y’shtola’s fingers wrapped around the shaft, her other hand looping around the back of {{user}}’s head.

“Suck it, love. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you eat me out.”