Emboldened

'Did you return to your world...?' asked Yuna, her message echoing in Andrew's mind, prompting him to open his eyes and stare at the screen before him. Fortunately, an individual's screen/menu was only visible to them, so the light emanating from the sapphire blue display only reflected in Andrew's eyes, leaving the cat girl sleeping against him undisturbed.

'Yeah, but I should return before sunrise,' replied Andrew, feeling a little guilty as he had originally set aside the following 2-3 weeks to develop his strength and watch over Yuna's progress.

'Oh, I see...' came Yuna's message, followed by an apologetic-sounding, 'Then, I won't bother you...'

'I'm more bothered by you apologizing,' remarked Andrew, asserting, 'You haven't done anything wrong, and I gave you my contact info so you can contact me. So, what's up? Feeling lonely...?'

Though it took a few seconds, Yuna eventually responded, 'A little. But I'm also excited. Do you truly believe it's possible for something like an Eternal Calm...?'

'It's easier than you think,' answered Andrew, explaining, 'We just need an airship, a powerful speaker, and a few strong allies to take on the monster lurking within Sin. I could provide more details, but then you'd be doing as I say, not following the path you've spent the past ten years preparing to walk.'

Following another extended pause, Yuna surprised Andrew by stating, 'I'm scared...' in a tone so faint he could barely discern it, even in his mind. Fortunately, he could see everything she said in the chat log.

'Don't worry...' said Andrew, his expression softening as he telepathically assured, 'I won't allow you to die or be sacrificed. Just do me a favor. If any freaks with blue hair and overlong fingers attempt to propose to you, refuse their offer and tell them to fuck off. The people of Spira will only be truly happy once Sin has been defeated. Giving them false happiness only leads to despair.'

'Okay,' replied Yuna, sounding noticeably happier than she had moments prior. It was a little strange, but Andrew could even imagine her blushing slightly...

'Anything else you want to talk about?' asked Andrew, prompting Yuna to ask, 'Did you hear about that boy that appeared with Wakka? His name is Tidus, and they say he's from Zanarkand. At least, that's what he believes. Wakka says he's been affected by Sin's toxin...'

Seeing it as a good opportunity to throw Tidus under the bus, preventing future problems, Andrew replied, 'He 'is' from Zanarkand. However, it's not the real Zanarkand, but a fake formed from the dreams and prayers of the Fayth. Once we defeat Sin, he—Tidus will disappear...'

'That's so sad...' muttered Yuna, her melancholy causing Andrew to feel a similar emotion.

'A little...' admitted Andrew. 'But If you're going to feel sorry for someone, pity the Fayth that have been forced to sustain the false Zanarkand for a thousand years. Once the entity within Sin has been vanquished, they, as well as Tidus, will finally be free...'

Following another long silence, Yuna responded by saying, 'I understand,' in an audibly resolute tone. Andrew could even imagine her pumping her fists back in the world of Spira. What came next caused him to feel a little panicked, however, as Yuna abruptly asked, 'If you're not too busy, can I come and see the world you're in...?'

Recovering quickly, Andrew answered, 'I'm currently meeting with one of my proxies. If you're still up once we go our separate ways, I don't mind showing you around or entertaining you.'

'I'd like that,' replied Yuna, her voice sounding delighted before becoming shy as she added, 'I won't be able to sleep tonight, anyways. It would...be nice to have someone to spend it with...'

Since Y'sthola wasn't really asleep, Andrew gave her a light smack on the bottom, saying, "Duty calls."

Rising to a seated position, seated atop Andrew, Y'shtola performed a big stretch, issuing a high-pitched, nasally groan as she extended her hands over her head. Then, after relaxing, she stared at Andrew with an alluring, half-lidded smile, asking, "Are you that eager to earn some brownie points with a would-be future proxy? And here I thought I had the lion's share of your affection after Queen Garnet..."

"And that's not likely to change," replied Andrew, grasping Y'shtola's ass and giving it a possessive squeeze. He was prepared to set her outside in a cardboard box if Garnet demanded it, but until then, she was his favorite kitten.

Feeling Andrew get hard against her, his penis rising to nestle between her ass, Y'shtola narrowed her icy blue eyes and licked her lips. She then reached back, motioning to insert it, but Andrew precluded her, repeating, "Duty calls..." in a faint but firm tone.

"Sure it does," mused Y'shtola, grinning like a cat as she added, "But you can't rush over smelling like sex, now, can you? Come, you should at least take a shower before you go."

With Y'shtola turning away, crawling on her hands and knees in a way she knew would tempt him, Andrew had little choice but to follow behind. He might have become significantly more assertive in his relationships, but when push came to shove, he genuinely didn't mind doing as he was told. Thus, while he would have liked to have gone to Yuna quickly, he stayed with Y'shtola until she 'permitted' his departure forty minutes later...

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Materializing in Yuna's cottage, with her permission, Andrew found the young Summoner seated atop a cushion, hugging her legs with a faint smile on her face.

Since Kimahri or someone else might come to investigate if they heard her speaking with someone in the middle of the night, Yuna used the chat function to remark, 'You've come,' telepathically.

'Later than I would have liked, but yes,' replied Andrew, extending his hand to help Yuna to her feet. She happily received it, but because she had been sitting for quite a while, she stumbled forward when he pulled her up, falling into Andrew's embrace.

Adopting a smile, Andrew teased, 'I would tell you not to make this a habit, but I honestly wouldn't mind catching you a few thousand times over.'

Though a faint blush developed through her cheeks, Yuna didn't attempt to extricate herself from Andrew's embrace. Instead, she surprised him by linking her arms around him, holding him tightly as she whispered, "I want to see a world without Sin..."

By the time Yuna had finished speaking, she and Andrew were at the place he had last departed the world of Final Fantasy XIV, his private room back in Limsa Lominsa, a windswept island in the southwestern corner of Eorzea, situated in the Rhotano Seas. Yuna was from a world where Sin devasted coastal cities without mercy, so, having anticipated her request well in advance, he set his departure point to be within the largest maritime nation of the realm.

"This is different from the previous place you took me..." remarked Yuna, looking around with wide, anticipatory eyes as she continued clinging to Andrew.

"Come on. Let's get you into a change of clothes," said Andrew, surprising both himself and Yuna by giving her a smack on her ass. It had become a habit when he was with most of his women, so since a part of him already viewed Yuna as his, his hand moved without any input from his brain.

Contrasting Andrew's expectations, Yuna just blushed, hanging her head and staring at him with upturned eyes as she muttered, "You touched my butt..."

Since Yuna had yet to separate him, Andrew decided to hedge his bets, forgoing an apology, and, instead, smiled cheekily as he remarked, "Yeah, and it had a nice, springy texture. When you choose an outfit, you should pick something that flaunts it. But not too much. Even if you're not mine, I would get jealous if another guy ogled you..."

Punctuating his words, Andrew gave Yuna's ass another smack, his eyes staring into hers as he used less force and allowed his hand to linger for two, nearly seconds. He was tempted to squeeze it playfully, but thinking that might be a little much, he took the initiative to break their protracted embrace. Then, while the heterochromatic brunette was still at a loss, he began pulling out various outfits for her to try on, tossing them into a pile on the nearby bed.

With Yuna still not saying a word, even after a full minute had passed, Andrew, recalling her default appearance in the sequel of FFX, FFX-2, picked up a pair of dark blue denim shorts, holding them up on the tip of his index finger as he looked back, asking, "How about these?"

Staring at the diminutive piece of fabric, Yuna opened her mouth, but no words came out. When she did answer, she directed her gaze at Andrew, holding her right hand up to her chest as she asked, "Would it...make you happy if I were to wear them?"

Nodding his head, Andrew replied, "Definitely," before regaining a smile and quickly adding, "But I'd be happier if you picked something you like. That, or something you're comfortable wearing in the tropics. This room is climate controlled, but since we're in the middle of a sea, it can get pretty hot and humid outside."

Seemingly ignoring the rest of Andrew's words, Yuna extended her hand and said, "I'll try them on," referring to the shorts he was holding. She had never worn something so risque, but as she still believed herself to have a finite amount of time, she was keen to see and experience as many things as she could before her Final Summoning. Since Andrew showed up at the most opportune moment, ingraining in her the idea that Sin could well and truly be vanquished, Yuna didn't mind if he was the one that gave her new experiences...

With such thoughts filling her head, causing her to feel a little dizzy, Yuna turned away from Andrew, staring at him over her shoulder as she asked, "Can you...help me remove my bow?" in a faint, tentative tone.

"Sure..." replied Andrew, his voice equally as faint as he approached Yuna and dexterously undid the large yellow bow keeping her obi in place. As a result, the white, sash-like fabric wrapped snuggly around her chest and back loosened.

Without asking if she still needed his help, Andrew took it upon himself to remove the loose white sash, leaving Yuna with just her black, spaghetti-string top covering her upper body. What he didn't anticipate was for her to take the next step herself, undoing the tiny hooks that kept her purple hakama in place, resulting in the fabric falling to the ground. Beyond a few accessories, that left her in little more than black lingerie and black boots that covered most of her calves...

"You're surprisingly bold..." muttered Andrew, stepping close to Yuna and placing his hands on her hips. He wasn't sure if she was indicating that it was okay to have sex, but he had learned that when a woman willfully took off their pants right in front of him, they expected, at the very least, 'some' form of intimate response.

Feeling Andrew's hands on her hips, the heat of his palms and fingers flowing into her, Yuna temporarily became absentminded until he kissed the crown of her head, whispering, "If there's something you want me to do, you just need to say it..."

Adopting a faint smile, Yuna placed her hands atop Andrew's, leaning against his chest as she whispered, "Then...until my final battle with Sin, will you promise to remain by my side? Not always, as I know you have commitments in other worlds, but at least when I feel scared, lonely, and uncertain..."

"Being by your side is more than half the reason I came to your world..." whispered Andrew, beginning to sway Yuna's body from side to side as he moved his hands from her hips to her satiny soft abdomen, embracing her gently.

Raising her face to meet Andrew's, Yuna caused goosebumps to break out across his body as she stared at him with visibly expectant eyes and muttered, "Then, if it isn't too much trouble, I have...other requests..."

"And I'm all ears..." replied Andrew, causing Yuna's eyes to widen as he planted a chaste kiss on her soft, peach-colored lips. When she reacted by parting them, he unhesitantly slipped his tongue inside, commencing an impromptu makeout session that quickly became more intense when Yuna turned around, linking her arms around his neck and shoulders, her modest but still developing breasts pressing against him as she took the initiative to push him toward the bed...

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