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You are my lighthouse

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A decision made in the board room, the next port charted for Rhode Island taking the landship to Iberia.

A fateful decision for an operator close to you, one that she had no control over but still must live with the consequence. Despite your closeness, despite all the growth she has gone through since Blue Poison and Glaucus brought her in, despite the bond that has formed between you and her, she slowly begins to drift away again. She thinks a lighthouse stands alone, lonely in its vigil.

But you know she can't think that way anymore. You need only remind her to carry on that light.

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The closer the landship crawls towards Iberia, the more alert everyone has become. Uncharted territory for Rhodes Island, so all operators are on standby; not just the Abyssal Hunters or Ægir, but even those from Iberia itself. None more important to you than Indigo though. The return marks the end of her contract with Rhodes Island, the soft-spoken caster growing all the more distant as you get closer to her homeland. 

Normally she was around you constantly, ever ready to lend you her gentle light. She’d spend the early evening in the dim of your office, the soft violet light soothing and warm as you finish your work. Not since the move was announced though, in fact she’s been scarcely seen by even her friends. Tonight though, someone has spotted a sign of the elusive Phidian; Blue Poison and Glaucus both reported seeing a light shining from the topside observation deck, but rather than investigate it themselves, they think you are the best to send.

So you go, but not before gathering a few things, anticipating your little lighthouse guardian might have forgotten to care for herself. The night air is cold, bites sharper still with the ship’s inexorable march forward, and sure enough when you reach the topside, you can see a faint glow as you approach the observation deck. The ‘tip’ of the ship, so to speak, a little lighthouse on the ‘prow’.

Her petite frame stands tall as she holds her staff aloft, the waterfall of her silken, cream-colored hair flowing with the wind. Her gaze transfixed on the horizon, waiting for the inevitable beacon in the distance, the rumble of the landship disguises your footsteps, the cold night’s hides your warmth from her until the last moment when you tenderly wrap her with one of the blankets you had brought.

The Iberian woman doesn’t leap in surprise, nor does she yelp in panic. Just a soft, longing sigh as she quietly smiles and places a small hand over yours, her incandescent tail affectionately wrapping around your thigh.

“You’ll get sick wearing that in the cold, Aria.” You mumble, holding her close and feeling her relax in your arms. That thin, breezy, and open nature of her dress accentuated her haunting beauty, but did absolutely nothing against the numbing breezes up here atop the landship.

“Is that a doctor’s order?” Aria asks, chuckling playfully as she pulls the blanket, and subsequently your arms, tighter around her. Mirth to her voice, but sadness in her actions.

“Yes, as is eating healthy. A Columbian snack bar is not a meal. You can’t avoid the cafeteria for so long and not start to go hungry.”

Aria sighs deeply, the light from the tip of her staff dimming as she turns her head up to look you in the eyes. The loneliness you thought banished was there again, and when you slowly let her go, the pain and longing seeps into her soft features. All it takes it a gentle, urging tug to pull her away from the railing and towards the little courtyard; a tuft of grass amidst all the metal. The tip-tap of her heels, the click of her staff as the two of your walk, arm-in-arm, until what you had laid out on the grass comes into the light of her staff. Another blanket, a small spread of food for her in a little tupper. 

“Doctor, you didn’t need to. I could have gone after my vigil.” She says, trying to frown, but the smile is just too hard to paint over. 

“I wanted to.” Is your reply, watching as Aria gracefully takes her seat beside you. Lithe legs tucked beneath her, staff resting next to the blanket giving light to your moment, she leans against you for support. The violet dims even more, lets the bright, pale glow of the moon and stars wash over you both. You pour a warm cup of coffee for her as she takes quick and ravenous bites of the evening’s leftovers when she thinks you’re not looking.

“You said when it’s the two of us, the nights are not as lonely.” You say. Her words, spoken before with such hope and warmth; much different meaning now when you say them. Aria finishes all but a single, brightly colored cupcake in silence. She leans back, the soft beige sparkle of her eyes gazing up at the endless constellations, gathering her thoughts.

“I… must get used to being alone again. I’ll admit, it is much… harder now.” Aria glances at you, sidling up closer so that she can wrap part of the blanket around you, draping it over your shoulder. Your instinctive reaction to the gesture is to pull her closer. The subtle scent of lilac and vanilla of her shampoo, her warmth and yours trapped within the confines of the blanket you pull tighter around your bundle, a light hand laid over yours.

Her breathing is heavier, her petite chest heaving against the feather-patterned silk that clings tightly to her. She leans in more, licking the invisible crumbs of dinner from plump and slightly-puckered lips.

“Will it… be the same for you?” Aria asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, Aria.”:

Her slow and cautious advance doesn’t stop, her face on a collision course with yours, and yet she closes her eyes tight for the moment that you collide.The light of her staff flickers before winking out, your private moment hidden away in the murky evening.

Soft and hesitant at first with a quiet whimper when you first part. A drawn out sigh, happy but with longing unsatisfied still, but from whose lips did it come from? Her tail gingerly wraps around the arm you hold Aria close with while her own grip tightens around your waist. She clings greedily to you, trying to squeeze as much warmth from you as possible, like a pouty little girl whose favorite blanket was about to be taken away from her. 

“Doctor… would it be okay if I stay beside you a little longer… before I go back?” She whispers. Two-fold meaning, an implication to her words that make your heart thunder in your chest.

“I planned to stay by your side all night, if I have to.”

Aira reaches up, fingers gently stroking your cheek, pulling you in for another soft landing of your lips. This time she shows her hunger as she nibbles on your bottom lip, little swooning mewls as the kiss grows in intensity.

And when you part again, you gently lay Aria down on the blanket, like she was a delicate glass doll. The sentiment makes her giggle quietly, and she pulls you down atop her quickly so that she can cover both of you in the other blanket. Her hands are warm as the slide across you, tracing the frame of your shoulders, your chest, your waist, your back, like she’s drawing a mental picture of you, something for her to remember forever. For your part, you’re doing the exact same, gently caressing her lithe body from the waist up, gliding across the smoothness of her dress until you reach the soft, milky skin of her shoulders. A quick undoing of the buckle, her shawl falling away with little resistance. Slow, cautious, your fingers dance up the crook of her neck to the collar of her dress. She shivers a moment, giggles and fidgets at how you tickle her, but there’s no timidity as she lifts her head slightly to let you undo the clasps. 

On the return trip downwards by your hands, you peel away the dress as well, exposing more and more of Aira’s bewitching beauty. There is a moment of embarrassment as she covers her modest chest with a single arm, her blush practically glowing in the dark. You tenderly brush it aside though, sliding your hands across their tender softness. They might not be massive as some others, nor erotic in that titlating way from just their outline, but these palm-fulls are Aria’s, and that alone makes them unmatched. 

And to reinforce that sentiment, you kiss her a bit deeper as you tenderly glide your palms over them, massaging with a reverent touch. A little bit hotter than before too, tongues twisting and humid breaths panting together, silently urging for more. Kneading that springiness, feeling how it jiggles back into place after you cup and squeeze, stiff nipples tickling the palms of your hands and tempting you to give them little loving pinches.

And all the while, Aria’s hands try to equate. Her arms wrap you tight, fingers digging at your back, tickling your neck, sweeping lower before colliding with your belt-line. She arches her back slightly beneath you, places more of her bounty into your hands, all the while fidgeting her thighs together. A heat building, but you’re sure she’s not quite there yet.

“Doctor…?” Aria moans, slightly confused as to why you suddenly pull away from her, but you start your journey downward with kisses. You track her collar bone between your lips, drifting further still until they find what had made her so self-conscious. There you suckle upon a little fleshy bud, tongue playing and swirling around its stiffness, lips pressed into that unique softness. It gets a cute little squeak, a little “Mou~” of protest, but with how she coddles you to her chest with fingers affectionately stroking through your hair, you know the coyness is all bluster.

You lavish her sweetness, treasure every inch of her silky skin, shiver at the sudden and thrilling sensation of her velvety scales upon the small of your back as she sneaks her tail beneath your shirt, drink in her little excited little giggles as you slowly lift the hem of her skirt up. Your fingers trace up her inner thigh, tease out a shiver from her despite all the humidity beneath the blanket. All the sensual lines of her body guide you to one place, the blossom betwixt her legs, all the more prominent as she squeezes her legs tight. You know that won’t relieve the ache she must be feeling right now; she’s damp, and when the tip of your finger traces those lips through the smooth fabric of her panties, she instantly relaxes to relish in your tender touch.

Occasional nips of the cold slink through the gaps of the blanket, give you some fresh air for the next foray south. You come out from beneath the cover for one final kiss, one final loving bit of reassurance before you dive back down again. Your next kiss makes her yelp in surprise, makes her yank the blanket over her own head to hide her embarrassment from the stars above. Lips to throbbing, honey-soaked lips, separated only by a flimsy bit of indigo cloth. To save the panties from flooding over, you hook your thumbs into the elastic that clings to Aria’s hips, movements slow and cautious because if she didn’t want it, you’d certainly stop- but she doesn’t object. In fact, as you slowly slip her underwear down her thighs, her tail is around your arm tugging, urging you to keep going further.

You kiss along the line of her panties’ retreat, lips delighting in that creamy smoothness of her skin until you feel the curve of her sensual mound. There may be no light to see, but you can certainly feel the damp material pull away from her heat, and when your lips move in to explore, you strike a sensual trip-line- a sticky strand of sexual nectar still stuck between swollen lips and fabric. She’d be embarrassed if she saw it- well, more embarrassed, as you can tell that she’s buried her face into her hands the moment your tongue takes that exploratory taste.

She’s erotically sweet as you pull your tongue through that hot, soft, fleshy valet of hers. The scent of pure arousal, the full flower flavor as your tongue drags a sinful scoop of Aria’s thick, cloying nectar with it. The new, startling sensation makes a confused moan leak from her, a fresh experience that you hope she’ll remember for nights to come.

“Doctor…” Your beloved Phidian gasps, feeling how you gently polish her sensitive lips, licking thoroughly, excitedly, feeling her need for more building up. Your diligence is rewarded more with more and more sweet moans, the wellspring of her honey everflowing as you continue your ministrations. A quick coating of your finger in that lewd lubricant of hers, a sticky warmth as you brush more and more of her honey.

“Aria…” You purr back, tongue moving to her sweet little Iberian pearl as your finger replaces it. She tenses slightly, feeling your digit slowly slip into her walls. The squeeze is purely reflexive and she slowly begins to relax, heartened by the knowledge that you would never do anything to hurt her. She’s burning up from the inside, the walls of her blossom curiously coiling, exploring the foreign sensation you’ve introduced her to. Gentle strokes using only the softest bit of your fingertip, a tender massage as you press the pad of your tongue against her pleasure.

“Doctor…” Aria whines, more than ready for what’s to come as she feels you shimmy yourself out of your pants. Legs instinctively spread more, and you reward her eagerness with hot, sloppy kisses. She beckons you back up though, whimpering quietly for more and more of your affection, more pure-hearted love as she opens her legs for your staff that comes to rest against her. 

A moment’s pause, a chance to reflect on the lust, to drink in the passion, to weigh what she wants. 

And the answer comes in the form of her pulling you down against her, embracing you tight as she rotates her hips, trying to catch your tip between lips swollen with desire. At first her movements are graceful, but the more near-misses she makes, the more your excitement smears across her bud, the more frustrated her movements become. It’s cute, really, and as much as you want it to last, Aira nibbles your ear lobe and whispers with such tempestuous heat;

“Be my first. I want you to be my first… and my only.”

Her words are uncharacteristically hot, spoken with such a lurid pur to her voice that even she is surprised, because the very next instant she buries her face into the crook of your neck to hide once more.

How can you deny such a heartfelt request? You nuzzle her, kiss the side of her head as you slowly roll your hips forward. The tip of your staff parts her lips, gently pierces into her, feeling the pleasurable pressure of her intimate flesh. 

She whimpers as your girth opens her, tears through her maidenhood as you fill her- complete her. Slow, careful, attentive to her needs with every ounce of affection you have and more, you work away her tension. You want nothing more than to whisk away her pain- both the physical and emotional, but she doesn’t want you to pause for her sake. Aria urges you deeper, takes all of you willingly, accepts your flesh as a part of her now, and despite the discomfort she giggles lightly when your joining is complete.

“You’re so warm inside me, Doctor. I can feel every inch of you… so… deep…” Aria purrs, hiding that undoubtedly throbbing ache with salacious words. Bravado and lust mixing dangerously, Aria bracing herself for more. As alluring as her words are, you hold off for a moment more, let her body adjust to the sensation of having another so intimately within. Besides, you want to take a moment to be proud of her, to love her with kisses, to treasure her sensual petiteness. Your free hand runs up the springy, shaped muscles of her thigh, around the subtle swoop of her hip to dip into her waistline, right up to cup her breast, thumb teasing circles around that cute and stiff little nub that crowned it. All the affection, all the attentiveness makes her sigh and smile, begging for more kisses and, surprisingly, more sensuality as she wiggles her hips, presses your tip right up against her most sanctimonious chamber.

“I am alright, Doctor. You can move… and feel good… inside me~” Words teasing and dirty, spoken with a seductive biting of her bottom lip. She must feel how it makes you swell to your mightiest within her, because she gasps at the next throb, giggles when you slowly draw back.

“You’re warm too, Aira.” You whisper, “I could melt away inside of you.” 

“Then do it.” Your lover says breathlessly, shivering as your tip slowly presses back in, spreads her before flesh forgets your shape. “If you do, I could -Ah!- c-carry you wherever I may go.”

You know that Aria would never want to cause you anguish, but how can you deny just how tight those words make your chest feel? How much they make you want to hold her close and never let go, never leave her side, to try and bend and break what fate has in store for the two of you. 

And the shiver up your spine at just how excited and hungry it makes you for this ethereal beauty beneath you. Your staff sinks back into her, the delight of Aria’s bumpy, sticky tightness making your member throb all the more. Slow, diligent, attentive to her every reaction as you work your hips to chip away at Aria’s tightness, accommodating her to the sensation of true intimacy between lovers. As much as the more primitive instincts want to chase your own pleasure, the patience pays off in the form of a soft, but deep moan.

“Aria?”

“Don’t… don’t stop…” She gasps, tail wrapping around your thigh as she begs for you to continue. 

So you don’t stop, you beat a slow and sensual rhythm into her, the drumming of your euphoric heartbeats in time with your hips. The quiet squelching of her nectar being churned to cream, your tip gently kissing the mouth of her womb, each full stroke makes Aria hold on tighter, makes her fingers more frantic as they cling to your back. Something is coming, something new and exciting and frightening to Aria.

“Doctor…! H-Hold me please, Doctor!” She begs, she sobs, and you cannot deny when you hear such strain to her beautiful voice.

“Aria…” You huskily whisper, kissing her once more before you have to pant this unbearable heat away, “Let it come, Aria. You don’t have to hold back.”

The blanket pulls away, loosened by your constant movement, revealing the face of your lover; her eyes shut tight and hand clapped over her mouth to stem the coming tide of sound as you lift her higher than she’s ever been on her own. Her back arches beneath that pleasurable pressure, the scandalous enjoyment she was so worried about showing no longer concealed by the darkness as your bucking bends her…

And she buckles at once, crying out into the palm of her hand as the wave crashes over the seawall and sweeps her away. Staff seated into her entirety, you feel the pleasure rush through her, the wild contractions of her writhing walls. They coil, much like her tail does around your leg, a soft sensuality of her scales analogous to what her nectar-soaked walls were doing to your staff.

When she goes rigid, shocked by the pleasure of her first loving orgasm, you quickly replace her hand with your lips, drinking in her hot surprise, her poorly stifled cries, and when it’s all spent, her unbound affection.

And when all is finally still, you leave her panting for air. A shared laugh, a burst of pure emotion at the experience, joy shining the most bright amidst them all. All of the tension released, Aria pulls you down onto her again the moment your throbbing shaft slips free. She’s being overly-doting, trying to distract you from the pink cream that clings to your shaft and the little shades of red that stains the blanket beneath her. She is embarrassed about having held her virginity? It only made sense, she had been so very alone for so long…

Affectionate cuddles, nuzzles of affirmation, and of course light kisses plucking at sweaty skin… but it’s obvious in how she holds back that there is something hanging in the air. Aria traces a finger on your chest, hesitating as her mouth opens to speak, but closes again with a quiet sigh.

“Doctor?”

“Aria?”

“Thank you.” 

Aria props herself up upon one elbow, gazing longingly at you with such intensity in those beige irises. Her hair spills down from her shoulders, forms a veil over the gentle curve of her breasts as she twists herself slightly.

“I only want you to be happy.” You weakly croak, mind still captivated by her.

“Mmn…” She hums, sitting up fully now. You move to do the same, to try and pull her close again out of that gnawing dread of your inevitable parting… but Aria places a gentle hand on your chest, right over your heart.

“I am happy… I truly am… but…”

“But?”

Aria bites her bottom lip again, chews on its plumpness as a blush slowly reddens her cheeks.

“Y-you… haven’t truly made me your woman yet.” 

Before you can think of just how to answer her, Aria lets the rest of her dress slip from her as she swings a lithe leg over you.

“I… want you to gaze up at me. I want to be your lighthouse, Doctor.” Aria says, with far more confidence in her voice as the excitement builds once more. She sits tall, straddled atop you. Her milky skin is ethereal in the moonlight, no longer hidden by dress nor blanket, a memory for you to cherish forever. Slowly, sensually, she runs a hand across her collarbone, following the same trail that your lips had blazed down her body. She cups herself, lifts her chest without shame or timidness now. Her soft smile, her piercing gaze, the alluringly warm note she hums as her hand glides down that flat belly and to the end of the line. Like a switch is flipped, her hips slowly begin to sway on you with that cloying heat from her lips spreading across your lower abdomen. A gasp from both of your mouths at the carnal way she moves, but hers is all the more excited when it brushes against her soft and subtly shapely rear. 

“I… want to claim you.” You groan, watching her eyes go wide at how instinctively you answer her own unchained sexuality. Each second she sashays atop you it grows increasingly harder to not grab hold of her, to not drive her back onto your staff. Hands grip her thighs at first, feeling how firm their shape is as she moves, but soon they move to her waist, feeling how her belly flexes on each rotation as she slowly drifts lower. 

“A-ah…” Aria gasps as her next sexy little wiggle runs your shaft through her petals. There she plants herself, hands on your chest as she leans over you with hair spilling across your chest, working her hips slowly to paint your length with that sweet nectar. It's her turn to lather you, to tease your throbbing excitement as she rocks back and forth. Your tip catches… and pops out… over and over again, the impatience slowly building. The moment that you’re just about ready to grab hold of her hips and guide her, the shock of her hot, tight, trembling flesh envelopes you. Eyes screwed shut, finger-nails digging into your chest, Aria clearly still isn’t used to your size suddenly splitting her open, but she rides you all the way into her depths anyways. Your tip strikes the soft resistance of her womb, and Aria cries out in shock.

“A-ah!- D-doctor… you’re so… -Hah…- filling.”

“Aria… you don’t have to strain yourself-”

Aria retorts in the most visceral way, rolling her hips forward with an simple and erotic flex of her belly before riding back down your entire length. The pleasure shuts your mouth right then and there, makes you clench your teeth to keep from moaning, and of course your lover delights in what she’s witnessed. A soft, girlish giggle as she does it again, watching your reaction. 

“Aria-”

You can hear the strain in your own voice, so Aria most certainly hears it too. It emboldens her to ride harder, to work your staff with every fold and bump as she moves until all grace is gone. Just the slaps of her soft rear against you, her walls clenching tight whenever she’s sheathed you so that when she draws you out you feel every inch of her.

“Make me… never forget you.” Aria whimpers, feeling your fingers desperately dig to her, riding along with her increasingly frantic movements. “Give me something… to remind me of you!” 

Aria’s words are heady and delirious, spoken in the heat of the moment without a care to the weight of them. They would have given you pause, but you are not the one moving right now. Her movements quicken, desperate, trying to cling to this fleeting sense of completeness before your words of denial bubble up from a place of unsureness.

But…

But if she is serious about this…

“Keep going… Aria…” You groan, feeling how she whimpers with happiness as she battles against your desire to hold off as long as possible, “I’m… soon-”

“Complete me…” Aria whimpers, feeling how you tremble and twitch beneath her. There’s a frustration at your stubbornness, at how you still deny what she’s begging for even after silently agreeing to the promise. 

And a sudden shock, a cool and gentle caress of your swollen desires down below. Smooth scales, Aria’s tail gingerly squeezing the sensitive base of your lighthouse the moment she makes one final, crashing push onto your lap. The tip of your tower faceted to her, walls writhing and wringing you with tantalizing thirst, tail teasing a forbidden pleasure, your strained groan rises above the rumble of the landship…

And Aria screams out in the purest delight as you pulse life into her. Her body drinks it up until she’s filled ‘til overflowing, and even stuffed full of your seed, her tail continues to try and coax more out of you. In a moment of complete bliss, Aria strokes her belly as if just finishing the most satisfying meal before she collapses atop you.

Your heat, your flame burns deep inside of her, the possibility of a new light, a new spark making both of you clutch one another with desperate and undying affection. There was no way that either of you would forget this, and you swear that, should the unthinkable happen once more, you will never forget this cherished light in your heart.

 


 

She had tried to distance herself from her newfound friends, tried to wean herself away from their love, their caring, their affection- and none more than the man who had opened her eyes to what she had needed as a lighthouse keeper.

Love. The desire to guide her fellow man from the dark. The connections she had made at Rhodes Island, the people that she wanted to protect, a reason and a strength to overcome the loneliness of her duty. Aria understood now, she could not be a single, solitary lighthouse upon the rocks, distanced from the people and places she now knew. 

For those final days on Rhodes Island, she enjoyed herself as best as she could, girding herself with fond memories of her friends; Blue Poison and Glaucus in particular as they spent every waking hour of the day that they could together. 

And every night, a new intimate memory, an experience as fresh and exciting as her first. A shoring up of Aria’s heart with a love that she would cherish until her final days. He walked with her, hand-in-hand, to the lighthouse. He kissed her with such passion, such love, a promise that she would never be alone, even as his hand slipped from hers. She would never forget his warmth, and when that fateful time came, she would make sure that their light would grow brighter still.

When they meet once more... yes when they meet once more...

Notes:

Cute petite purple Phidian needed more love, so I give her more love, maybe catalyst for some more artworks for her. Anyways, back to slamming my smooth brain against CC6. I'll be back after another forray into the GFL and AL fandoms.

Yup. Maybe another rigged twitter poll to mess with people somewhere down the line.

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