Chapter 42

Aisha walked into the Dungeon alongside the rest of the group, knowing she was the odd woman out. There were eight of them: Lena, Haruhime, Drake, Noriko, Cass, the ebony beauty, Rei, and Aisha herself.

Aisha held back from any true commitment to any given battle, as they began to make their way ever further down into the Dungeon. She was here, more than anything else, to ensure that Haruhime was safe, and that meant not throwing herself into the midst of battle to let the Dungeon take advantage of her distraction.

She watched the dynamics of the group closely. The playful teasing of the ebony beauty, the taciturn warrior's spirit of Cass, the firm and precise language of Noriko that stood in contrast to her petite size and clear status as the weakest member of their party. Haruhime and Lena were familiar, though seeing them in the new context did provide her with a better understanding of Drake. Lena was bouncy and bubbly as ever, and Drake, while clearly less full of energy, was also clearly enjoying her enthusiasm and bluster whenever they would talk. Haruhime, similarly, received quiet reassurances from Drake, even as Noriko lectured her on how to properly handle the bodies of the dead monsters.

It did seem to all fit with Drake and Haruhime's proclaimed mutual love, but those words she'd heard back then still cast a shadow over everything, even after Hermes's confirmation. Even though she knew she ought to, she couldn't quite discard the worries that lingered, that Drake was only taking advantage of Haruhime for her Magic, that this was all pretense, that he-

She shook her head as she cut down a pair of the goblins that had gotten a bit too close to Haruhime for her liking. There was no secret to be found here in the Dungeon, no new angle on Drake's behavior. He was going to act loving and protective towards Haruhime. The only question was if those feelings were genuine or not. Her hand tightened on her sword's hilt in frustration. It should have been easy to say that his feelings were true, that Haruhime was happy, that he really had saved her. To anyone who hadn't heard him that day - no, even to Haruhime - it was hard to believe.

They took a break surprisingly early in their trip into the Dungeon, setting up a small camp. Drake simply sat down, legs crossed, and tilted his upper body forward slightly, head bowing and eyes closing. It took Aisha a few moments to realize that he had fallen asleep. Aisha stared at his unconscious body, bewildered. How could he possibly be this tired after only a few hours in the Dungeon?

"Oh," Haruhime said, noticing her confusion. "It's a thing he does - he has to sleep less, if he takes several naps throughout the day," she explained. "Cassandra and Princess do it too."

"Princess? Is that her name?" Aisha asked, turning her attention to the ebony-skinned girl in question. Around the Loki familia, there were a number of different opinions on what her name was - The Prettiest Princess, Xulia, Julia, Bitch... her alias was Black Agony, but apparently she never answered to that.

"No. She doesn't have a name. It's a curse," Haruhime explained. "She can't respond to her birth name, or to Black Agony."

"Hrm." Aisha just grunted in response to that, glancing at the dark-skinned woman again. That weapon of hers was such a... fantastical, alien thing. She had seen it in action before coming down to the Dungeon with her, but it was still hard to believe such a thing was real. A thunderclap of a roar, and then a hole punched in whatever it was pointing at, even burying its projectile in an object a few inches deep. She called it a 'rifle,' or a 'gun.' It was hard to imagine that a Gun Libellula was named after a weapon like that. It would be like naming a species of rabbit after the Argonaut.

Their eyes met, those brilliant, piercing blue eyes of her carrying an intensity that briefly tempted Aisha to take a step back. "Ah! Aisha!" The Black Agony practically rushed towards her, quickly clasping her hands in a movement that was surprisingly intimate. "Why aren't you in love with goshujinsama yet? I mean, it's thanks to him that Haruhime is saved, and you like heroic men, don't you?"

Aisha just frowned in response to the question, stiffening her back as she stared down the Black Agony. Those eyes were... definitely otherworldly. "I'm... unsure of his character."

"Ah... but..." The Black Agony frowned at that, looking away in thought for a moment. "Ah! All the obvious villains are gone, aren't they?"

"...what do you mean?" Aisha asked.

"Oh! I was going to say that he could totally defeat a villain, but I can't think of anyone. I mean, there's Phryne, but I don't think he could win against her, even with all his tricks. A Level Five is just that strong."

"Doing heroism for the sake of winning glory isn't truly heroic." Attaining glory was a consequence of real heroism, quite often. But that wasn't the purpose of it.

"You're right, saving a prostitute while looking like a coward was the most glorious battle that has ever been fought! How could I be so dumb?" The Black Agony let go of Aisha's hands to comically strike her own head. Aisha could hear Haruhime let out a quiet little giggle at the show. Being the butt of the joke, Aisha enjoyed it rather less. "Is it that he looked like a coward? Goshujinsama likes winning, and sometimes winning involves looking like a coward. And I agree! It doesn't seem very heroic to me, to lose because you wanted to look good."

"No. I understand what happened. He used his Skill to break through Ishtar's Charm. Given his abilities relative to a Goliath - much less a Goliath with a falna - it was the wisest and best course of action to achieve victory." The Black Agony fixed her gaze on Aisha expectantly, her lips becoming an exaggeratedly thin line - not in annoyance, but to express that she was being quiet until Aisha spoke. Aisha sighed. "When he first came to rescue Haruhime, he said - things. I thought he was just playing with Haruhime's heart. It's hard, even now, for me to believe he isn't."

"Ah... I understand. That's because you're a dummy!" She reached over to clonk her knuckles on Aisha's head, but Aisha avoided the playful strike. "I didn't worry about that at all, when I met goshujinsama and fell in love with him, because that's ridiculous nonsense!" Aisha's frown grew even deeper on her face. "Men don't spend time with women because they hate them! When they hate women, they slap them around and beat them and rape them and cut off their limbs-" and there was a strange amount of excitement to the Black Agony's voice, "-and turn them into sex toys and all sorts of other nasty things," she said, course-correcting in terms of specificity. "They don't free them from slavery, marry them, and then take it slow and gentle in overcoming their androphobia for three months without expectations until they suggest coming to the Dungeon! That's just not a thing guys do!"

Aisha spared a glance over to Haruhime. The kitsune appeared to not have any disagreements with the Black Agony's description of her and Drake's relationship. Aisha knew the Black Agony's argument made sense, but even so... that lingering doubt remained in her head, as she glanced at the unconscious form of Drake Holt, the Happy Ending. She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "You're right, of course."

"Great! So will you have sex with goshujinsama and fall in love with him now?" The Black Agony asked. Aisha just gave her a sour look. "Is that a yes? It looks like a yes!"

* * *

When you're following a polyphasic sleep cycle, you experience all kinds of bizarre half-dreams. Sometimes there's no apparent dreaming at all, just the knowledge that you must have fallen asleep because it's been twenty minutes, and you definitely weren't sitting there, bored, counting your breaths for twenty minutes. Sometimes you're aware you're dreaming, but don't really care enough to rouse yourself. Other times, it feels like it's impossible for all the things you dreamed about to have been squeezed into a mere twenty minutes of sleep. That day, it was the last kind, so I had to take a few seconds to look around as I woke up. "I didn't oversleep?" I asked Julia.

"No, goshujinsama! Now it's my turn! Good luck with Aisha!" She quickly removed a blanket from her pack, laid down on it, laced her fingers together over her stomach, and fell asleep, stiff still. She looked like a corpse, other than the soft breathing.

"I want to speak to you," Aisha said, surprising me. She'd definitely been standoffish ever since she joined the Loki familia. I got the impression that she wanted to be more friendly, but couldn't bring herself to, so I didn't try to bridge the gap either. "A bit more isolated than here," she added, with a small jerk of her head. I let her guide me off to a spot that was a bit more isolated than the rest. I had a second body back on the surface, if the absolute worst came to pass, but I really doubted it would. This part of the Dungeon wasn't that dangerous. "I... feel as if I should trust you, but I can't make myself do so."

I just stared at her for a couple seconds, then it clicked in my head. The false statement back I made in Haruhime's room - you couldn't really willpower your way past it, unless it was something blatantly false, and something about my state of mind was impossible to disprove. "I used a mental trick, to make you... have great difficulty believing my intentions with Haruhime were honest."

"I suspected as much. A Skill?" I nodded. "Knowing that doesn't help."

"I could... sort of reverse it, I guess. Tell you a statement you'll take the opposite way. It'd be just as strong." Aisha turned her gaze from me for a moment, considering the idea. Maybe if I'd worked out Spell-Shattering Palm, I could just do that, but all I'd managed was figuring out how to be better at sex. Something to work on.

At last, she nodded. "Your intentions towards Haruhime are really true?" I nodded. "Say it. In your own words."

"I love Haruhime. I want her to be safe, and happy, and fulfilled. I will take whatever amount of time and effort is necessary to do those things. I don't want to ever hurt her." She stared closely at my eyes, then let out a long sigh, one hand running through her hair.

"I want to believe you. But that... whatever you did back in her room, months ago..." Her fingers clenched up in her hair. "What a frustrating Skill."

"It's even more annoying from over here," I said, earning a small laugh from her.

"I very much doubt it. Can I really trust you to do that?"

Her emotions were hardly cooperative, with me or with her. "If I wanted to do something, I could do it without you noticing or consenting. If you'll recall, that's the whole reason we're here."

She let out another laugh, taking another long moment to consider it. "Do it, then."

"Give me a moment." She nodded, and I thought about it, taking my time to come up with a statement that would work. The statement had to be technically true, and it didn't force the person to believe anything in particular - only that the statement was false. Depending on how one cast it, it could be interpreted as sarcasm, or dishonesty, or subtle hinting. I didn't want to do something which would lead her down some wildly dishonest road. "Alright. Ready?" She nodded again, more firmly this time. "I didn't go to Haruhime that night with only her own good in mind." It still felt bad, to do even that small bit of deception, but there was an almost immediate shift in Aisha's body language, her back straightening, a small smile pulling across her lips.

"Ahh... that's a really amazing Skill," she said, her lips curling ever deeper into a smile. "Thank you," she added, taking my hand in hers, giving it a firm squeeze. "For saving Haruhime. I don't know if I've said it before, but I can say it more earnestly now, regardless - thank you. She deserves a man as kind as you." There was a brief pause, then she tilted her head. "You haven't had proper coitus with her yet?"

"We have, but only when I'm using an ability I have, to appear as someone I'm not."

"Ah. The beautiful hero," she said, letting her eyes fall on mine again. "A more honest representation than I would have believed, a few moments ago." Her hand slid up my arm, seductively, finding its way to my collar, tugging at it subtly. I was wearing light armor, so she could only just peel it back enough to reveal the top inch or so of bare flesh. Her tongue flashed out past her lips, licking them in a hungry motion. "Let's return to the group," she said, finger trailing along the uppermost inch of my chest for just a moment before pulling back.

"Ah..." Cass said, as she saw the pair of us approaching. A smile formed on her lips, big and unrepentant. "You... made up... I'm happy." I went up to her, wrapping her in a hug, making her let out a small sigh into me. I was about tall enough to perch my chin on the top of her head, so I did exactly that, quietly snuggling her body against mine.

Lena promptly bounced in. "Hug me too, Drake!" She said, and I let her into the hug as well, one arm wrapped around Cass, one around Lena.

* * *

My other body was with Erza, who was currently pulling an enormous pallet, loaded down with luggage. She'd told me that Ryu and her were going on a trip to meet Ryu's old familia. Given that Syr had apparently encouraged it, and this hadn't happened in canon according to Rei and Julia, I was definitely suspicious enough to want to come along when she picked up Ryu. Rei had actually added an extra couple Reis to her total numbers - #12 and #13 - both of whom were currently seated atop the pile of luggage, invisible.

"Ah," Ryu said, when she saw Erza and I approaching her. Her expression was as difficult to read as ever. "I am sorry. I do not think this trip was a wise idea," she explained. "I don't want to go on it."

"What?" Erza asked, sounding confused. "But there is no advantage to be gained by refusing to meet with your goddess again!"

"There is. I don't believe she wants to see me again."

I frowned at that. From what I'd picked up from Julia and Rei, that definitely didn't sound right. "What makes you say that?" I prompted.

Ryu blinked, turning her gaze to me. "There are things that are private, Mr. Holt," she told me.

"It's just... it doesn't seem likely that she doesn't want to see you again," I told her.

One of the Reis hopped down at that point, dispelling her invisibility, and making Ryu's eyes snap to her for just a moment. "Yeah. Why would she keep writing you letters, if she doesn't still like you? There's even a return address, hmm, must be so that you know never to show up there, right?"

Ryu floundered for a moment at that point, at a loss for words. "You weren't there," she said, at last.

"Ryu," Erza said, placing one firm hand on her friend's shoulder. "I also was not there. But I know that your goddess loved you, and protected you, and she left you with your power to do the things that you did," she said, her voice solemn. "Despite all this, perhaps she truly has turned against you. But if so, then we shall simply have to turn her back towards you!" She proclaimed, with an absolute confidence that was distinctly her own.

"I crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. I can't make her care for me again."

"Blah blah blah," Rei said, making little hand motions as she spoke. "Did you ask her about that? With a reply letter?"

"There's no need."

"If there's no need," I said. "Then what's the harm? If you already know the answer for certain, it's just a vacation from your job." Ryu stared at me quietly. "Look, Ryu. I'm not going to force you to go on a trip to Astraea. But it seems like you've decided she hates you, and nobody else thinks the same way as you. Not us, not Syr, not Mia." Ryu's gaze flicked back towards the Hostess. "Maybe that's just because we don't know enough. Maybe you are right. You don't have to confide in us, about what happened. But when you've had years to roll something around in the back of your head, that's a lot of time to make a mistake."

Ryu seemed to take a long few seconds in thought, her chest rising and falling as she decided whether to speak at all. "She told me to forget about justice," she said, at last. "A goddess of justice told me to forget about justice. If a goddess of the forge told her child to forget about the craft, it would say no less. She had given up on me."

That did seem like a pretty straightforward argument, but Rei piped up. "Yeah?" Rei asked, poking a pinky finger into her ear like she was bored with the whole argument. "So what's in her letters, then?"

"...scattered updates, discussing her new familia, that sort of thing. They have already attained two Level Threes. Perhaps one day soon, they will come back to Orario," she said, glancing out over the streets like they were about to approach at any moment. "They were always short." Her lips wriggled on her face.

"How's she sign off?" Rei asked.

"Hmm?" Ryu asked, turning her gaze to Rei.

"You know. Dear Ryu, yours truly, Astraea, that kind of thing."

Ryu's expression became impenetrable. "A simple Your goddess, Astraea."

"So she says she's still your goddess, then?" Ryu's stare became iron hard as she looked at Rei. "Alright, alright. Uhh. Drake. You're better with saying real wisdom than me. It's really obvious that this is one of those misunderstandings that would be resolved with a conversation-type situations, since Ryu is so great."

"I appreciate your confidence, Rei," Ryu said. "As the number one Record Breaker, it is a deep compliment. But it is misplaced."

"Ryu!" Came a female shout - Syr, I recognized, after a moment. "You don't have any of your stuff!" She grunted as she appeared to be dragging a bookcase to the edge. "Ca-" Rei shapeshifted into a Goliath right then and there, reaching up to the window. People startled as they saw her do so, but with the War Game being publicized across Orario, they mostly just shuffled away that little bit faster, rather than panicking properly. Definitely, the streets in the area got less busy, and the area got less foot traffic. "Aww," Syr said. "I wanted to see Ryu catch it! You're no fun, Rei," she said, even as Rei plucked the dresser out of the girl's hands and set it down next to Ryu. "You didn't even pack, Ryu!" She spoke like she had no idea that Ryu didn't actually intend to leave, but I really doubted that.

Rei shrunk back down to regular size, starting to open drawers. "Aww. Nothing sexy," she said, and a vase crashed against the edge of her head, making her stumble for a moment as it hit her - but even with her relatively poor stats and low Level, it didn't do any actual damage. "What the hell?" She demanded, looking up at Syr, who was holding another vase.

"You know what, you little pervert!"

"I've got a sex drive, that's not a sin!"

Ryu let out a small laugh, which drew Syr's attention to her. "Don't let this little pervert do anything weird to you, Ryu! Keep yourself pure!" Ryu's expression shifted at that. "Hmm?" Syr said, tilting her head out of the second story window. "You aren't thinking of backing out, are you?"

Ryu just stared quietly up at Syr, not giving her a verbal response - which was, of course, plenty enough verbal response for anybody to get, much less Syr. "I did not expect Mia to allow me such substantial time off," she said, at last.

"I have to pick up a bunch of shifts for that! You can't cancel now!"

Ryu just shrunk beneath her friend's words, suggesting that she didn't want to let her down, but that she very well might. Syr's expression seemed to be trying caught up, trying to think through what would convince her friend to leave.

I decided to step in with my best idea of what to say. "Ryu," I said, making the girl turn her head towards me. "Let me try to tell you a story. Your goddess saw what had happened to you, and what condition you were in. Out of love for you, she told you to do what you needed to do, even if it meant doing something 'unjust'-" I didn't really like using that word here, given that justice can be such an amorphous word, "-though she didn't say it in so many words. Then she left the city, because her circumstances and your actions would open her up to enormous physical danger. Afterwards, she was unable to come back to Orario, lacking any strong familia members besides yourself, but she kept sending you letters anyway, so that you know she's still thinking of you, and where she is if you ever decide to leave Orario to visit her yourself. Do you know of any reason that this story couldn't be true?"

Ryu simply stared at me for several long seconds. "It could be true, I suppose. But it is not."

"You're just assuming that!" Syr yelled out the window. Ryu's eyes turned back to Syr. "Come on, Ryu! Just go! I'll stop bothering you once you do! And if I'm wrong, and Astraea really does hate you, I'll do any shifts of yours you want me to, for the next two years!"

Ryu sighed. "Very well. I suppose... I should pack things properly," Ryu said, looking at the dresser.

"There's no need," Erza said. She unlatched herself from the massive pallet with all her traveling supplies on, hefted up Ryu's dresser, and put it in the pile itself. "Don't worry, Ryu. I'll gladly carry your things. I carried Rei all the way here without complaint," she said. "You're my friend, after all."

There was a small smile on Ryu's lips. She was hardly convinced that this trip would do anything good, but she nodded and went along with us anyway.

* * *

That was a truly absurd Skill that Drake had, Aisha had to admit. It was like all the lingering clouds hanging over her head about the man had been swatted aside, impossibly fast and hard. She couldn't be sure if it was a product of the second use canceling out the first, or the new perception on its own, but either way, she looked at his actions in an entirely different light. She could see him as a man fitting for Haruhime, even if the other races typically disdained polygamy. He was strong, protective, competent, and earnest in his affections. He put up with what other men would have been annoyed by - the Black Agony's cloying obnoxiousness, Noriko's blunt selfishness, Lena's hyperactive affections - with an ease that wasn't so much practiced as natural. As if there was hardly any chance they could annoy him in the first place.

Haruhime would be safe with him, she knew. Her heart would be safe with him, too.

If she were a woman of one of the other races, she would have been satisfied with that. Perhaps similar feelings would bloom in her chest, but she would stifle them, for the sake of her friend. That story, strange as it was to her sensibilities, was often told among the other races. But Aisha was an Amazon, so as she saw a genuine, earnest hero, who had from the very beginning wanted to save Haruhime... her desires were ignited.

In part of her mind, she wanted to simply pin him and take what she desired from him, as was the Amazon custom. She was Level Three - he was Level Two. Even knowing that his wives were strong, it hardly mattered to that basal, animalistic part of her brain. She wanted to lure him into an isolated spot and have her way with him.

The rest of her, of course, knew that such things were considered wrong by the other races, that he would very much not appreciate it, and that she had already been defeated by Erza, alongside five of her sisters, with such a cruel ease that the only possible result would be her utter defeat and humiliation - to put aside the ability of Rei to adopt the form of a monster as strong as a Level Four and her presence on this dive. He also, besides that, supposedly had the power to control his own fertility, and given that six of his eight wives had yet to get pregnant, despite the obvious and constant lovemaking... so there would be little point, unless he wanted her to get pregnant.

So, rather than simply kidnapping him in the Dungeon, Aisha instead waited until they arrived back at the Twilight Manor, and wrapped herself around his arm suddenly, surprising him. She admired the way his eyebrows rose in surprise, the small breath that escaped his lips - and she kissed him fiercely on the lips. He was tall enough that she had to rise on her toes to reach his mouth, her hands tangling around his head to hold him against her, her breathing becoming ragged with desire.

His women watched for a long moment, as she simply took what she wished from his mouth, her tongue sashaying ever deeper inside it, tangling up with his own tongue. His hands wrapped around her after a long moment, grasping her ass in a firm grope that told her that he was willing, and it was then that she popped her lips off his. "I don't think I've properly thanked you for what you did for Haruhime," she breathed out. She twisted around him, pressing her breasts into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his armor against her skin.

"I wished to have sex with Drake, as I enjoy lovey-dovey sex with him after spending time in the Dungeon, but as you are new, I will allow you priority. In the future, however, please note your desires to us, his existing wives, rather than simply acting spontaneously." That was Noriko speaking, of course.

"You don't have to do anything for my sake, Aisha," Haruhime said, softly, clearly not understanding a damn thing and already beginning to descend towards the guilt that seemed the girl's natural attractor.

"I'm pretty sure that's just a little white lie that Aisha is telling," the Black Agony said, fortunately saving Aisha from having to say much the same. "Ah... goshujinsama, you do want this woman, don't you? If she's forcing herself on you, then that's rape, and not the sexy, fun kind of rape, either!"

Aisha turned her head around to look at the Black Agony. "What is the sexy, fun kind of rape?"

"Ah, see-" she began.

"She's not forcing herself on me, Bitch," Drake interrupted. Aisha might have wondered at the nickname, if it had not become increasingly obvious that the dark-skinned girl got off on such things. He turned his attention to Aisha, his eyes meeting hers. There were a few moments of eye contact, like he was trying to plumb into her soul - then he simply hefted her up, grabbing her thighs and lifting her with ease. The advantages of a man with a falna. "Let's go. Do you have a place in mind?"

"Mmm? Not willing to do it in the halls?" She asked, with a teasing note to her voice. Unfortunately, despite her high Status, she did not have a room of her own in the Loki familia yet - "It'll have to be your room," she told him, before pressing her lips hungrily against his once again. He tilted his head to one side, allowing him to look past her, and started carrying her in that position to his bedroom, as their lips smacked against one another. She rubbed her groin against his erection, enjoying just how clearly engorged he was. There was a certain something pleasant, to getting a man hard in the first place - a mix of pride in knowing that he was delighted by your body and your seduction, the anticipation of what was to come, and just the pure joy of being the center of his attention.

As they arrived in the bedroom, he broke off the kiss, glancing behind her. She twisted her head as well, to see Rei sitting on the bed, her eyes big, a stupid grin on her face. "Oh, don't let me stop you, I just want to watch," she said, licking her lips noisily as their eyes briefly met.

Drake glanced at Aisha, clearly wanting her confirmation on whether she was fine with being watched. She just smiled and shrugged. It didn't matter to her. What she wanted now was to rut. A girl watching hardly mattered compared to what she needed right now, which was the feeling of Drake's manhood inside her. "Right, then," he said, lying her down on the bed, pulling at her leggings and then her underwear, revealing her wet sex to open air. One of his hands gently brushed along the bottom of her ribcage, a strange and teasing movement - the other slipped inside her sex, which was even more teasing.

She didn't want to be fingered, though. "Give me your cock," she breathed out. "I don't want your fingers. Stick it in."

"Yeah, stick it in," Rei agreed, immediately, seemingly just as eager as Aisha herself was.

He took out his hard length a moment later. It was on the larger end, though hardly obscene, and it slipped inside her almost as soon as it was out, his hand continuing its strange brushing along her sternum, fingertips teasing against her bare skin. His other hand now reached up for her top, peeling that up and off, her hands wiggling to allow it.

They were both dirty from the Dungeon, she mused, as her hands came up to unlatch and unscrew bits of his armor, pulling it off and to the side. The scents of the Dungeon, of battle, still clung to them both, wafting up into the air with even more intensity as their bare skin was exposed, but she just relished it, as their lips met hungrily. The scent of a man. Of a warrior. Of a hero. Her sex squeezed tight around his cock, her inner muscles gripping him, setting to work with a long-practiced rhythm. He groaned into her mouth in pleasure at the sensations she was bringing to bear, as her hands finally started to peel up his undershirt, revealing his bare chest into the open air.

He refused to break off the kiss to let her strip him the rest of the way off, but she decided she didn't mind that much, letting her hands trail and trace along his own half-naked body, as he pumped inside her, filling her up with constant thrusts. It felt good, the constant, regular rhythm, the pumps that pushed deep within her. This was sex. This was what she had been waiting for since that moment her opinion on him had started to turn, and now it was happening, now she was receiving his length, and it was deeply satisfying, like being given the opportunity to eat after holding out for hours in hunger.

His hand caressed her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple, her areola, as he thrust inside her. Her own fingers felt up his chest, groping his muscular pectorals and his well-toned abs, as he continued to pump away so wonderfully inside her. Then it hit her, hard, a sudden and sharp spike in pleasure that made her moan into his mouth, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. It all became so intense, the pleasure of his length inside her sex, of his hand upon her breast, of his tongue in her mouth. Even her fingertips felt as if they were being coated in sticky pleasure, as they ran along his chest, as they groped and caressed his bare skin.

Naturally, she came. Her legs snapped around his hips, and Rei noisily moaned from next to her, perhaps masturbating to the show, but she didn't care. She ground her body against his, rutting against him, her instincts telling her to make him come, her body doing its level best to accomplish exactly that. With a Level Three pussy wrapped taut around his cock, she squirmed and gasped, panting heavily into his mouth as she just delighted in every last moment, even the taste of his spit on her tongue seeming so sickly sweet now, in her throes of pleasure.

Even when her orgasm finally left her, after what felt like an age, she still trembled in pleasure. Still gasped and panted underneath him, as she squirmed and writhed. For an Amazon, the most pleasurable part of sex generally came when the man finally ejaculated deep inside her, instinct telling her that it was the entire purpose. But that moment of sheer bliss was as good as even the most lavish of ejaculations she'd experienced. He was clearly very talented with his hands, and his mouth, as his hands now both caressed her breasts.

It took her several solid seconds to realize he could not properly fuck her at the moment, simply because her legs were wrapped so tight around his hips, and she was a Level Three to his Level Two. She slackened her grip, panting into his mouth, one hand coming up to grasp the back of his head. Each one of his dack hairs sliding along her fingers seemed to individually stimulate her, as their tongues continued to war in their mouths, each battering of his tongue against her own making her squirm as well.

It was obscene. It was impossible. It was delicious and delightful, pleasure coming from every direction and she was gladly drowning in it. It took her hardly any time at all for another one of those intense, powerful orgasms, the strongest of her life, to fill her once more. Every moment their skin pressed against each other seemed to intensify it, even the feeling of thigh against thigh and calf against ass as she wrapped her legs around his. On animal instinct, her free hand grasped his back, pulling him down against her, letting her nipples scrape against his bare chest, the soft flesh of her breasts getting flattened in the space between them as she arched her back, as she tried to push every last inch of bare flesh against one another. Once again, there was the sound of a moan not her own - Rei's, presumably - but she didn't pay it much mind.

When that orgasm finally left her, minutes later, Drake broke off the kiss to pant for air. She also inhaled desperately, though her focus was quite different, as she took the chance to start stripping him the rest of the way down, pulling off his shirt and revealing new horizons of bare flesh. He had to stop groping her breasts for a moment, but it was more than worth it, for the opportunity to caress his biceps, his forearms, his shoulders - and for the chance to slide her arms along his, fingers reaching up to his shoulders, and to pull him down against her as she dragged him into another kiss, as she pushed her own sweat-slick body against his. Moans escaped her lips as the pleasure grew ever more intense, and his own tongue was, by this point, doing more of the work in the kiss - she simply wasn't able to contribute as much.

This time, when her legs snapped around his hips, when she dragged him deep inside her, when she pushed her naked body against his and relished every point of contact where her own caramel skin plastered itself against his softer milk tones - he ejaculated. Combined with how good she was already feeling, the sensation of being come inside made her spasm even more intensely, her body raking and grinding against his, sharp nipples scraping his bare skin, their hot breaths tangling against one another as they experienced bliss together.

When he finally finished, the pleasure on her end subsided as well, falling down to the dull afterglow instead of the mind-numbing intensity. That had been, by far, the best sex of her life. He broke off the kiss, panting himself, and it took her another few seconds to remember to release her legs where they were wrapped around his hips to hold him deep inside her. Then she released him. "Ha..." she exhaled. "That was incredible, Drake. It's easy to see how you handle so many women, now."

"Yeah, yeah," Rei said, her gaze going to Drake, her tongue flashing past her lips. "You should do me like that," she added.

"I should take a shower, is what I should do," Drake said, peeling out of Aisha at last, the sense of absence strangely unpleasant. "That was great, Aisha," he said, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips. "I look forward to doing it again."

"I do too," she replied, with a grin, as she lay there. She decided to just rest while he got dressed and quickly headed out to the showers.

"So..." Rei said, as the two of them were left alone. "You eat pussy?"

She knew what the other woman was getting at, so her answer was firm and clear. "No. I don't have any interest in other women."

"Oh come on," Rei said. "I'm basically the one who saved you from Ishtar, when you think about it, since I'm the one who beat her up!"

"I appreciate what you did, and thank you for it, but as I said. I have no interest in other women."

Rei groaned in annoyance again. "Seriously? Come onnnn. You never know until you try..."

"I know," Aisha said. She finally began to peel herself up and off the bed, at that point, stretching and limbering up. She didn't mind the way that Rei's eyes explored her naked body - it did seem a nice thing to do for the girl, given that she had to disappoint her so far as sex and romance went - but she paused as she saw something on the desk. She didn't think it had been there when she had entered the room, but the paper was laid out neatly, the handwritten text visible as she stepped up to it.

To My Dearly Beloved Drake Holt,

My heart, and my loins, ache for you. I want to feel your touch again, and as always, watching you from on high is an exercise in both sweet marital bliss and agonizing self-denial.

Oh. Just dull paperwork. She stopped reading there.