Final Fantasy XIV: The Winter Calamity

'Not that one either.'

Louisoix noticed Thancred taking great pride in his brother's absurd ability. 

Papalymo and Y'shtola were badgering the young man with questions. The latter was questioning him with a feverish intensity that had her holding his shoulders and shaking him.

As for Yda-

NOM

Biting his neck.

THWACK

"WIGYAAAHH!"

And getting punished for it.

'Not that one...'

Louisoix was digging through the myriad pockets that were sewn into this twelves-forsaken tunic, desperately looking for something his granddaughter slipped him in secret. 

'Hah, found it.'

A piece of candy. With a quick whisk of the wrapper, the sage felt the sugar wrapped honey hit his tongue and his nerves started to relax.

He needed it badly. Today was too much to deal with. Not only did parts of the prophecy come to pass, but then a young man capable of using magicks from nothing appeared. 

Louisoix read both letters, though one obviously took more time to parse. The idea of a Rune Knight flickered through his mind, looking for places to match an entry in his mental library. The elder was not omniscient, he certainly had not read every book in the Great Gubal Library like his rival likely had. He was always more like of a man of action. This nature was what landed him on the shores of Eorzea in the first place.

The long story short, was that he likewise had no clue what a Rune Knight was. However, something he did understand, more than his peers at least, was the nature of the young man's power.

The sharper spikes of sugar gradually grew smooth on his tongue. Oddly enough, those sharp bits of sugar were his 2nd favorite part of this particular brand of sweet. After that, it lost its character and became a smooth sweet, like any other hardened candy. However, there was one more part that made the sage endure the boredom of such a standard sweet. He awaited it whilst thinking carefully.

Dynamis. A purely theoretical force that may or may not exist alongside Aether. It had not once been directly observed. The closest one could assume of its existence, was that it was how certain adventurers were capable of using those mysterious attacks in times of desperation. Limit Breaks.

But once again, there was no proof. Nothing could be measured other than the true lack of Aether being consumed for those manifestations. Just because there was nothing, did not mean that this theoretical energy, Dynamis, was the answer.

Or at least, the debate had settled upon that. Louisoix was also within the camp of skeptics. An invisible force wasn't absurd. Plenty existed. Aether itself, Air, Wind, Space, Gravity, many things could be observed and measured and what couldn't, would be eventually. Manifesting that invisible force in the form of whatever the user imagined on the other hand... that was indeed absurd. Whilst he never mocked it aloud, internally the elder found the branch of study to be a bit strange. It was no surprise to him when progress suddenly halted and the lead researchers migrated onto other subjects.

In Winter's case, Louisoix could clearly see that each "spell" was using Aether. But where did the Aether come from? Why could he twist his waist a bit and gain more? There obviously had to be something granting him Aether, but the source was immaterial. It simply did not exist. The fallen branch of study had found a new life here in Limsa Lominsa. A young man used the force, regardless of it's truth or what any researcher pontificated about. The conjured stone that was stuck fast to the table was proof.

'Ah, the honey core. Finally.'

The sweet tang of honey made his tongue tingle a bit. The old man had a slight allergy to it, but liked the taste too much to swear off. This alone was the reason why he endured the candy's middle stages. The payoff was worth it in the end.

Dynamis. Once more, it was impossible to prove. But this so called Rune Knight was very likely using something similar. Thancred's brother needed training. He could be a powerful ally for the Circle with guidance. But Sharlayan knowledge was tightly controlled by the Forum. He could not train Winter himself, else he, and perhaps his family, would face disciplinary action.

He did know who could though. His long time rival and his old flame that never really died.

Could she create Eorzea's first Rune Knight?

'How could I persuade her?'

She was a tough cookie. Difficult to bend and unwilling to break. It's what their rough days of strife were made of. Horrifying arguments and passionate apologies. But that attitude is what also made them drift apart. Especially after she was left behind in the Old Sharlayan. Hiding away her research so that the Forum didn't steal it and do Twelve knew what.

He could have fought for her. He could have persuaded her. But it was awkward in either case. That and he was already trying to persuade the Forum to break their vow of neutrality, just this once, for Eorzea. He was already drawing a lot of the connections he had, just to not be arrested and locked in a cell. He didn't have the political will to help her. 

To pop out of no where, throwing a brand new apprentice on her lap would get him cauterized into Elezen dust. She might even use his ashes in a potion for her pet frogs. 

'I should've gotten more.'

Perhaps he could just "accidentally" teleport the young man onto her doorstep? Would she take him in? Or would he be stranded outside with dangerous fiends that now roamed Old Sharlayan's ruins?

Louisoix decided to write a letter. If he could not secure Matoya's aid, then he would need to find another way. Preferably something before Dalamud descended.

---

It was hectic, getting pulled this way and that all day. Papalymo, and especially Y'shtola, were fiends for knowledge. Trying to decipher how my power worked. What the limits were. These weren't things that I could simply articulate. I told them of my Hearthstone, and supposed that theory was enough for them to chew on and dissect. The framework I set for myself didn't have limits, and I didn't dare to think of them.

In XIV, players kill False Gods as their level 15 appetizers. The max level had to be 100 before I crossed over. I couldn't begin to comprehend just how wild the power scaling would become past Stormblood. And so, I refused to think or box my power in. What I did know was that, while I was a bit more powerful than before, my new advantage was flexibility. I could never be the Warrior of Light. But I could trip a foe at the right angle to snap his neck upon landing perhaps? 

Louisoix called this power Dynamis, but to me, it easily could also be called Ki, or Hamon, or Zigglyliggydingdong. They all meant the same thing. A made up force that no one could prove existed. A loose end that was snuck in by an intern at the writing department. I should've been thanking him quite honestly.

If I had to train as a Thaumatuge, gain a Soul Crystal, advance into a Black Mage, and only then would I be strong enough to protect those I love, I wouldn't have made it. The Warrior of Light was a freakshow. In under a year they'd go from a nobody to someone on par with the strength of guild masters, then swiftly surpassing them. 

'Thank you Intern.'

I chanted that to myself silently.

Louisoix reported that he had no clue how to progress my training further. Not only did he lack the time, with the whole moon falling to destroy the world thing, but he had never heard of a Rune Knight before today. As it turned out, the elder Archon wasn't that bookish. I guess the gaudy white-steel leggings should have given me that hint.

He did mention that he knew someone who perhaps could help me. Matoya.

---

"Matoya you said?"

Little Winter's face was one of stern consideration.

but-

His body was shaking with excitement, damn near bouncing out of his chair.

"Ah...yes. Master Matoya is more well-read than myself. If anyone was to...are you quite alright?"

"Hm? Of course. I'm doing just fine. Thank you for your concern."

He continued to shake hard enough to make the table and by proxy, Thancred's tea, jump and wave. He didn't know how or why his little brother seemed to worship Matoya. Thancred found the old hag to be quite a handful, but Little Winter obviously didn't think so.

'I should drink a little more before it spills...'

---

Now that I was released from my eternal prison, I had business with the smithing guilds to attend to. While not quite as resource rich as Thanalan, the island of Vylbrand was rich in ore and minerals. Combine those natural resources with Limsa's industries, guilds, as well as trade organizations, and a thriving economy is boosted even further. Metals were needed to build strong ship hulls, mold Culinarian tools, supply weapons to the Marauders, and to help build even stronger bridges between the city-state's islands. 

One may ask how this healthy industry was able to operate rust free despite being near sea water. The secret lay in Kobold smithing techniques. Techniques that probably included some type of powder coating or special alloy mix.

If the secret was out, it was possible that Limsa's main industries could be sank overnight. As a result, the city kept a close eye on the Kobolds to make sure, not just that they don't summon Titan, but even more importantly, that no one else was clued into their smithing methods. Limsa did currently have a treaty with the Kobolds, but there was no real enforcement mechanism other than, "Trust me bro". 

This wouldn't be much of a problem after the Calamity however. The Kobolds would be culled in large numbers by the damage, then they'd suffer a food crisis in its wake. To compensate for their dire status they began to raid the farms on the southern edge of La Noscea. Farms that were within Limsa's sovereign territory.

With the Kobolds being slaughtered enmasse in the name of "protecting farmers", their greatest secrets died with many of them, leaving only the less productive Kobolds to pick up the scraps. Naturally these survivors became radicalized enough to summon Titan again, but I'd worry about such a thing later. 

"Winwin~"

A flash of white clothes popped out of thin air, revealing a full-sized Yda hiding within. A Yda that hugged me strongly, bringing our bodies close and making her spiced scent known to me once more.

I didn't know where she got the Winwin from, but I wondered if she'd be calling me that with her feet above her head.

Yda leaned in and brought her beautiful mouth near my ear. 

"Winwin, should we tongue wrestle? I want to try it."

I changed my plans and decided to go to the Aetheryte as soon as I could. She whispered that to me, she obviously had enough sense to know shame and be embarrassed. And yet she was still crazy enough to say things like that to my face.

I flicked Yda's nose lightly. I may have teased her earlier, but it wasn't like we crossed a line. 

"You shouldn't tongue wrestle with people you've only just met."

I was saying that despite consistently fucking women within a day of meeting them. Life on the star was short and so milestones in love came fast. You only had so long to enjoy it after all. But within a day?! What was I up to?!

"Duuuuhhh! Of course not! But Winwin is different. My body feels hot when I touch you. When I bite you, your skin tastes sweet on my tongue. I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like if you held me down and marked me all over with- mmmhmffphpmmmphm" 

I covered her mouth with my hand. The woman had no filter, good lord. I was embarrassed just listening to her non-inner monologue.

"I'll... Think about it. Okay?"

"Yaaaaaayyy!!"

My promise was met with another strong hug that directly pushed her curves into me. 

---

Minfilia was staining her Elm Longbow with a new coat of oil in her room. The unruly thing had been giving her some trouble recently, refusing to keep the string taut, but Minfilia gradually learned how to thread the bow with a knot that wouldn't easily come undone. It still was somewhat loose so she could replace the draw string when needed.

After she was done, Minfilia planned to sleep like a stone, and she dressed up for the occasion in her normal sleepwear. Her hands were hurting slightly from trying to perfect Heavy Shot. 

Being an archer wasn't overly taxing on the part-time miner. She was used to lifting a pickaxe that easily made up for the force within her bowstring. While the guild master wasn't around to teach each student, her peers indicated that she was quite ahead of the curve. She received a few jealous stares at first, but with a bit of diplomacy, she turned those looming enemies into friends. Minfilia wasn't sure how she was improving so quickly, but Winter had mentioned something like this before.

"There exists a certain type of person in this world that can grow to the strength of guild masters in but a couple of years. Perhaps even less. I suspect that my Minfilia is one of those people."

Her beloved might have "hit the nail on the head". It came as naturally as breathing. It was as if she experienced those who stood in her place. She could copy their actions. Their shadows danced in the halls and whispered to her their secrets. Their knowledge became her own.

Something she did struggle with however was the wind. It was such an odd issue to have, but after a certain distance, the wind would seemingly pickup the arrow's trajectory whilst it fell. From what she was told, it seemed to be the beginnings of an advanced Archer skill called Windbite. Well Minfilia wasn't impressed. She wanted to perfect her foundations before moving onto anything new. Who told the wind that she suddenly wanted to experiment with Windbite???

knock-knock

"I've come to pay my respects, to the bravest soul on Eorzea."

A voice that Minfilia wasn't expecting to hear today, shot no small amount of thrill into her heart. She wiped her hands and went to open the door. The man of her dreams met her gaze with a smile. She curtsied.

"You honor me~"

Her beloved stood in the door way with his angelic face brightening up the room. He stepped in quickly and scooped Minfilia off her feet while showering her in kisses.

"Kyaaa~"

kiss - kiss - kiss

Her man's hands held her up by strongly grabbing her ass and hugging her tightly. She loved when her Winter craved her like this. A result of his chronic affliction, Minfilia poisoning.

puff

Winter threw her onto the bed and hovered over her. His breath tinged hers with color and made her float off the sheets' surface. She was glad that she already took her hunting outfit off. She wanted her body from head to toe to feel her beloved's radiant heat.

"I missed you."

Her man had only been gone for a day, if even that. But she still felt very happy to feel so strongly wanted. She hooked her hands around his neck and pulled him close.

"I missed you too~"

A longing that always kept her heart awake. A flurry of questions and a storm of strategy. When her love wasn't near, the world was indeed a bit more gray. Time moved slower.

kiss-bite-suck-kiss-sluurp

Slowly demonstrated answers graced her questions. Her man was the best teacher a student could ask for. Hazy potions made from doses of saliva swapped tongues, plunging her heart back into a state of rest. Colors of desire and understanding painted her perception once again, if only for a while.

Love did that. The cure to all ails. The salve for all wounds. A panacea for the soul. 

Her man started working his magic fingers along her body. Digging into her breasts and squeezing possessively. Her body knew what was coming and heated up to match what they absolutely wanted. Lust leaked from their once chaste kisses and turned them more sloppy and rough.

haah sluuuurp pop kiiiisss bite slurp huff mmn

Minfilia's bottom half was getting sticky, she knew her man could smell her excitement as he directly stopped roughly claiming ownership of her tits and slipped his hand into her honey pot instead.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnaaaaa!!!"

His experienced fingers stroked along the entrance on each side while probing deeper slightly. His palm twisted and calmly kneaded her clit, always sure not to apply too much pleasure at once. Her Winter knew exactly which pace she liked and accommodated her with finesse, a direct result of fucking her so often that he grew familiar with every curve of her body and every spasm of her insides.

---

I stopped my hand just before my Minfilia could cum and separated from her plush lips. 

pop

"Mmnn..."

She stared at me with a cute whine, one that stroked my desire like hell. She twisted her seductive body, showing off her massive breasts and womanly hips. My cock, that had been straining against my pants was finally released. After more than a week of getting held down and fucked by her, I had long since realized that my Minfilia didn't like being teased. She was impatient and prone to flip the situation at the drop of a hat. 

I didn't waste any time and directly stripped her thin pajama bottoms off and aligning myself with her puffy entrance. Trying to fully take her top off would end with me pinned down so I only unbuttoned enough to reveal her pale and milky mountains. 

SHHIIIIICK-THUCK

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHNNNN!!!"

SQUEEEEEEEEZZZZEEEE

I buried my manhood back into the place it belonged while feeling my lover's insides clamp down on me fiercely. A heavenly sensation rose up my spine but I suppressed it. I wasn't out of the woods just yet. 

Sealing my Minfilia's lips with mine, I started to wildly plow her insides. My thrusts were desperate and I sought to do nothing else than indulge myself in her perfect cave. My beloved's sappy fluids splashed with every push and my mind was drunk with the pleasure of sex and the scent of wild berries.

THUCKTHUCKPLAPLOPLAPTHUCKPLAPLOPLOPLOPLAPLAPLAPTHUCKTHOCKTHUCK

I didn't think. My only goal was to drain my balls into my woman. Our compatibility was absurd. I could feel her soft, thick thighs wrap around me in a fit of possession. Her slick tongue wrestled strongly with mine and we sucked at each other in a bid to see who could drink more saliva. 

I used one hand to grope her massive breast and the other hugged her thick ass tightly. What a fantastic body. After breeding her so many times, over and over, she learned to anticipate when I was about to cream her womb with hot seed. Not once have I pulled out, though I did want to see her covered in my jizz, but just like with my Kan-E, it felt way too good to pull out. Cumming inside was the best. Where would I find the time for a titty fuck when pleasure like this existed?

SQUEEEEEE-PSSSSSSHHHHH-ZZEEEEEE

PUUUUUMPGLUUUUMPTHUCKTHUCKTHOCKTHOCKTHUCKPLOPTHUCKPLOPLOPLOPTHUCKTHOCKTHUCK

I felt my manhood getting strongly milked with familiarity. The more I fucked my Minfilia, the better it felt. Her tongue would get more skillful. Her ass got softer and more voluptuous. Her breasts would swell with sex appeal. Her honey pot would adapt and grow tender to accommodate my shape and how I liked to pin her down and ram her soft walls ragged. I didn't bother to halt and bathe in the afterglow. I wouldn't stop fucking my love till my balls were numb and empty.

sluuurp kiiiiss mnnnhm sluuurp bite sluuurp