She didn’t know what had caused it, but since arriving at 7th Heaven a little while ago Lightning’s already yearning needs and carnal hungers had taken on a new, more feverish intensity. She swore she felt the pulse of every man in the bar, could smell the sweat in the air as she passed them, and had to fight the desire to rip her own clothes off and pounce the nearest one to walk by.
Saved only by the fact that the blonde was a little on the stringy side for her tastes.
When her needs had become so great, or her desires so directed towards the kind of man that could really put the ‘pushin’ on her Majin cushin’ she wasn’t sure, but it was certainly her appetite for the evening. Her tail twitched with a nervous need as she walked about the bar, collecting her drink from not-Tifa (the owner decidedly absent and likely already getting hers). Not the least from all the attention she was getting.
Her sexy pink bod was now stretching out the latest battle-garb melee fashion, and it showed. The billowy pants, just tight enough to really make her ass pop and cut so low that one couldn’t help but stare and wonder if they’d see another ‘kind’ of pink between her legs if they looked low enough. The black clashed well with her coloration as did the battle jewelry she was wearing.
Finally you had her top, cinched in tight and managing to seal her girls away. Not that her top-tier slutshakers and discount candy getting orbs weren’t in permanent display. Round, bouncy, and looking ready to just pop right out as she moved about the bar, carefully to lean down here and there so as to let some of the more enticing men get a good long look at exactly what was on the menu.
Namely Lightning, one extra-horny Majin-bitch in need of a rutting.
Price?
Drinks (and sweets and maybe a steak) and the biggest hardest cock around.
Which looked like it might be…
“Oh my…”
Talk about tall, musculur, and very much her type. A bit of scruff, but that was fine, added character.
She saddled up next to him, her tail curling just a bit about his lower leg before drawing back so as to get his attention. “Hey there. I think we met down by the river for a bit before all this latest craziness hit.”
“Right, that Guardian Corps member,” he said. Looking her up and down, trying not to let his eyes linger and not entirely succeeding. “I’m Gladiolus.”
“Lightning. Lightning Farron,” she said, leaning over a bit and giving her own, somewhat theatrical, appreciation for Gladiolus’ body. “You know, you and your friends never did get around to giving us that cooked meal from before.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
Cute blush.
Oh yeah, she was going to rock his world.
“Ahem.”
Lightning turned to see a… succubus? She was standing next to her looking at Gladiolus and back to her with an odd look in her eyes. She leaned forward, whispering into the Majin woman’s ear after flashing Gladiolus a smile, “We have some… rooms below. You’ll have to pay for their use of course, but it's a good cut while we start up.”
With that she turned and walked off, to where a couple other demihumans or outright ‘monstergirls’ were talking to some of Noctis’s other friends.
“Probably also trying to sell them on this bed and breakfast idea,” Lighting thought to herself. Idly wondering when Tifa came up with the idea… but she had to admit she’d like to get plowed on some nice sheets for a change…
“So how about it, Gladiolus. A drink or two and we see where the night… takes us,” Lighting said, her tail once more coming close and lingering around his left leg.
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