Lewd Rikku (Final Fantasy) #3 (Patreon)

The moon has taken over Besaid’s night shift, the waves are keeping perfect rhythm, and Rikku has officially turned the beach into a no-save-point zone.She’s on her back in the warm sand, legs hooked high, ankles somewhere near her ears like she’s pulling off a limit break nobody ever wrote into the strategy guide. Every thrust lands with the wet, reckless slap of two summoners who forgot the word “mercy.” Sand sticks to sweat-slick skin, her ponytail whips like a victory flag in a hurricane, and every breathless laugh comes out half moan, half victory cry, because the girl who once outran Sin now can’t get filled fast enough.He drives into her like he’s trying to break the game’s rating, hips snapping, her nails carving little Al Bhed runes down his back that definitely translate to “harder, idiot.” When she comes it’s explosive: back bowed off the sand, toes pointed at the stars, walls fluttering like she’s casting a secret overdrive nobody patched out. That’s his cue. One last deep, claiming stroke and he buries himself to the root, pumping thick, heavy waves straight into her until it’s spilling out in creamy rivulets that mix with the surf and leave a very satisfied thief absolutely overflowing.Rikku stays there a moment, impaled and dripping, tracing lazy circles through the mess with a grin bright enough to blind a fiend. Then she licks her fingers clean and whispers something that sounds suspiciously like “jackpot.”Third sphere shattered, treasure hunters.