Lewd Rikku (Final Fantasy) #1 (Patreon)

Besaid’s tide is out, the gulls are on break, and Rikku has officially declared the entire beach a private salvage zone (population: one very naked Al Bhed and zero regrets).That emerald bikini lasted about as long as a Malboro’s bad breath: two tugs, one cheeky grin, and it’s drifting off on the next wave like a distress signal nobody’s answering. Golden sand sticks to sun-warmed skin as she flops back onto a conveniently placed beach towel (bright yellow, naturally), legs falling open like she’s daring the ocean itself to look away.Fingers that can strip a machina engine blindfolded get put to far better use: tracing lazy spirals down tanned abs, dipping between thighs that have sprinted across half of Spira, and circling that perfect little target with the same precision she uses to nab rare spheres. The breeze carries her breathy little “nyaa~” farther than any SOS signal ever could. Hips roll, toes dig into the sand, ponytail whipping side to side as she works herself faster, chasing a high score only she can see. When she finally crests, it’s with a bright, broken laugh and a rush of slick warmth that leaves the towel looking like it just survived a tidal wave of pure Rikku.She lies there glistening under the sun, chest rising and falling, one lazy hand still idly stroking through the aftermath like she’s polishing a newly looted gem.First sphere collected, treasure hunters.Rikku just turned the beach into her personal hot spring, and the water’s only getting warmer.Next drop, she stops playing solo and invites some very lucky company to help dig for deeper treasure. Pack sunscreen and stamina potions; you’re gonna need both.