Well trance is a state of pure emotion (in FFIX and presumably it's a similar schtick for FFVI) so if they get really into it then trance sex usually occurs.
But since you asked, yes non-trance!sex does happen, and if you want to be spoilt then I shall provide the ending to Fill the Vessel's sequel.
MOAR OF THIS FLUFF FIRST!
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“So…you are not without a voice…” he pants heavily, the pace of his thrusts dip to a slow beat. Terra snarls a little in disappointment and digs her claws in to emphasise.
“I refuse to reward deceit,” Kuja withdraws but he does not pull away from their tight embrace. His eyes lock onto hers with a penetrative stare. “Now tell me.”
She sighs in frustration. The moment’s over already and her appetite is nowhere near satiated. Speaking of which, she has an inexplicable desire for some dried meat all of a sudden.
“I’m hungry.” She looks up at the ceiling, wondering if she should make a sneak trip to the pantry, trying to determine whether it’s worth risking awaking the children. “Don’t ignore me.” Well if the poor things didn’t wake up after all that racket they just made then stumbling through in the dark won’t hurt.
She wriggles out from underneath him, pushing his arms away and getting up off the bed. “I’m just going to get something to eat; do you want anything?”
Kuja is almost too incredulous to rant. “…Eat!? EAT!? You promised me a surprise, you nymph, now where is it!?” “Sorry, I’ll tell you in a few minutes.” Now she wants bread with cherry jam. “No, you’ll tell me now!” He’s so indignant that his tail fluffs up and thwacks the bed in its own tantrum. Terra glides back and kisses his forehead. “Be patient.”
Then the taste of his skin on her lips causes Terra to gag. Immediately she sinks to the floor hacking with Kuja abandoning irritation for shock as he clasps her shoulders protectively.
It’s not as bad as she thought, there’s no gurgling sensation or rush of acid up her throat like earlier. Just wooziness and a shift in temperature.
“Terra!? Are you alright!?” He’s clinging tightly to her in panic like one of the children. “Mmm…” She nods weakly, trying to pull a reassuring smile. Her trance breaks and the beads of sweat glisten on her forehead.
“Dear, is this your…?” he wipes her forehead shakily, her shivers causing his own flesh to tremble. She shakes her head. “But then…are you ill?”
Terra’s hand gestures towards her belly and gives him an expectant look. It takes him a few minutes to put all the pieces together.
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Date: 2011-07-02 07:38 pm (UTC)But since you asked, yes non-trance!sex does happen, and if you want to be spoilt then I shall provide the ending to Fill the Vessel's sequel.
MOAR OF THIS FLUFF FIRST!
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News
“So…you are not without a voice…” he pants heavily, the pace of his thrusts dip to a slow beat. Terra snarls a little in disappointment and digs her claws in to emphasise.
“I refuse to reward deceit,” Kuja withdraws but he does not pull away from their tight embrace. His eyes lock onto hers with a penetrative stare. “Now tell me.”
She sighs in frustration. The moment’s over already and her appetite is nowhere near satiated. Speaking of which, she has an inexplicable desire for some dried meat all of a sudden.
“I’m hungry.” She looks up at the ceiling, wondering if she should make a sneak trip to the pantry, trying to determine whether it’s worth risking awaking the children. “Don’t ignore me.” Well if the poor things didn’t wake up after all that racket they just made then stumbling through in the dark won’t hurt.
She wriggles out from underneath him, pushing his arms away and getting up off the bed. “I’m just going to get something to eat; do you want anything?”
Kuja is almost too incredulous to rant. “…Eat!? EAT!? You promised me a surprise, you nymph, now where is it!?”
“Sorry, I’ll tell you in a few minutes.” Now she wants bread with cherry jam.
“No, you’ll tell me now!” He’s so indignant that his tail fluffs up and thwacks the bed in its own tantrum. Terra glides back and kisses his forehead. “Be patient.”
Then the taste of his skin on her lips causes Terra to gag. Immediately she sinks to the floor hacking with Kuja abandoning irritation for shock as he clasps her shoulders protectively.
It’s not as bad as she thought, there’s no gurgling sensation or rush of acid up her throat like earlier. Just wooziness and a shift in temperature.
“Terra!? Are you alright!?” He’s clinging tightly to her in panic like one of the children. “Mmm…” She nods weakly, trying to pull a reassuring smile. Her trance breaks and the beads of sweat glisten on her forehead.
“Dear, is this your…?” he wipes her forehead shakily, her shivers causing his own flesh to tremble. She shakes her head. “But then…are you ill?”
Terra’s hand gestures towards her belly and gives him an expectant look. It takes him a few minutes to put all the pieces together.
“Oh…”