[Despite the undeniable beauty of this virtual setting, initially, Barret finds it hard to relax. He'd been informed that this was the scene where the Dragon Lord, driven both by loneliness and adoration, would have a long and passionate sex scene with a nymph that'd been a close friend and ally throughout the seemingly endless battles to protect this peaceful glade from the greed of humankind. Naturally, Barret had at first protested this role: he just got here! They expected him to dive right in? He didn't even know this other "actor" —
But his protests had fallen on deaf ears. And over time, as the sound of birdsong and the susurrus of the wind through the trees around him fills his ears, as he begins to relax, he settles into his role — as a mighty and courageous ruler who would do anything to protect his home and those that he loved. His posture straightens into something more regal and dignified, and he watches leaves gently fall and twirl in the breeze with a melancholy smile.
The director of this film had said to him early on not to worry about it, that the set would do the work. Surrounding this idyllic glade are shimmering rainbow crystals that pulse with soft light and flowers that release sweet-smelling pollen. They work their movie magic without Barret even realizing it. His skin prickles at the nymph's approach, and although the part of him that's still himself recognizes Tifa, of course he would! — the dragon warrior is the stronger of the two. He listens to the nymph's gentle and kind words, and at her touch he shivers, already feeling the twist of arousal wake up his body. She was so beautiful in the light of the glade, the sheer outfit she wore leaving very little to the imagination.
His hand made of flesh and bone gently covers her own as it dances over his bare chest. The prosthetic, made of a soft and supple wood, moves just as naturally as his other arm. He cups her cheek tenderly, gazing into her eyes. His own expression is conflicted, even with the heat of desire smoldering in his eyes.]
I have... [He admits in a low rumble.] but, are you sure? You've already done so much for me — helping me with this fight.
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But his protests had fallen on deaf ears. And over time, as the sound of birdsong and the susurrus of the wind through the trees around him fills his ears, as he begins to relax, he settles into his role — as a mighty and courageous ruler who would do anything to protect his home and those that he loved. His posture straightens into something more regal and dignified, and he watches leaves gently fall and twirl in the breeze with a melancholy smile.
The director of this film had said to him early on not to worry about it, that the set would do the work. Surrounding this idyllic glade are shimmering rainbow crystals that pulse with soft light and flowers that release sweet-smelling pollen. They work their movie magic without Barret even realizing it. His skin prickles at the nymph's approach, and although the part of him that's still himself recognizes Tifa, of course he would! — the dragon warrior is the stronger of the two. He listens to the nymph's gentle and kind words, and at her touch he shivers, already feeling the twist of arousal wake up his body. She was so beautiful in the light of the glade, the sheer outfit she wore leaving very little to the imagination.
His hand made of flesh and bone gently covers her own as it dances over his bare chest. The prosthetic, made of a soft and supple wood, moves just as naturally as his other arm. He cups her cheek tenderly, gazing into her eyes. His own expression is conflicted, even with the heat of desire smoldering in his eyes.]
I have... [He admits in a low rumble.] but, are you sure? You've already done so much for me — helping me with this fight.