168 Intimacy
"You can be pretty spoiled at times..."
"Mooou....you don't have to say it out loud..."
Suppressing a faint chuckle, Paul ran his fingers through Diona's hair and scratched near the base of her cat-like ears. She was currently curled up on his lap after a brief but intense session of lovemaking. He was initially supposed to move on to Lynette's room after they had wrapped things up, but Diona was reluctant to let him leave.
Fortunately for Diona, Paul had always been weak against girls who were more adorable than mature. He preferred older, big-breasted women, but he often felt like he was trying to live up to the expectations they had for him. With girls like Diona, however, he felt like they didn't care about how powerful or capable he was...they just wanted to be close and spend time with him...
"Ah..."
With Paul running his hand along the length of her body, stopping to cup her butt, Diona glanced at him with an almost pleading expression on her face.
Unable to restrain himself, an affectionate smile developed across Paul's face as he began to massage Diona's butt, asking, "Can you be any more adorable?"
Though she would prefer to be called sexy, Diona responded to Paul's words by drawing up and curling her hands like paws. Then, instead of answering with words, she cocked her head to the side and emitted a questioning, "Nya~?"
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After hesitating for several minutes, Paul raised his hand and knocked on Lynette's door. He was hours late, but, as someone who was more active at night than during the day, he was pretty sure that Lynette was still wide awake...
Instead of emanating from in front of him, Paul's body tensed as a calm, almost icy cold voice emerged from behind him, stating, "You're late..." in a flat, accusatory tone.
Turning slowly, Paul was unsurprised to find Lynette standing behind him, her amethyst-purple eyes appearing to glow in the dimly lit corridor. Her expression was a flawless deadpan, reminiscent of a Noh mask, but Paul could tell she was angry based on how rigid her tail was.
Before Paul could even think to apologize, Lynette interrupted him to say, "I'm not angry. I know you regress into a complete idiot when interacting with certain women. I'm just a little jealous, that's all..."
Though he was tempted to point out that jealousy wasn't far from anger, Paul wisely restrained himself. Instead, he adopted an apologetic smile as he extended his left hand toward Lynette and said, "Allow me to fix that..."
Staring at Paul's outstretched hand, Lynette didn't immediately accept it. She wanted to, but her nature made it difficult to forgive him outright...if she allowed him to get away with such slights, she felt that her value as both an assassin and a woman would gradually diminish...
Catching Paul by surprise, Lynette looked up at him and said, "I want to sit on your face." with a no-nonsense expression on her face. The former was more than a little confused, but he eventually managed an awkward, "Okay...?" before asking, "Should I lay on the ground, or...?"
Shaking her head, a hint of color began to permeate Lynette's cheeks as she instructed, "Get on your knees and keep your hands at your sides..."
Smiling wryly, Paul did as he was instructed. He could tell that Lynette was attempting to 'punish' him, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested to see where things were headed. With women like Ningguang, Lisa, and Yae among the girls he had summoned through the Intersection of Fate, he wasn't unaccustomed to such interactions...
Seeing how quickly Paul complied with her demands, Lynette couldn't help feeling as though she was about to give him a reward rather than a punishment. She was the type of person that would always follow through on her decisions, however, so she immediately turned around and raised her short, two-tiered skirt to reveal her perfectly sculpted bottom. It was a little dark, but thanks to his Demon Eyes of X-Ray Vision providing him the ability to see even in areas without natural lighting, Paul could make out everything from the texture of Lynette's translucent black hose to the seam of her pure white panties.
Captivated by the tantalizing sight before him, Paul was caught off guard when Lynette made good on her promise by smothering him with her butt. She would ordinarily not allow his face anywhere near her bottom, arguing that it was dirty, but she had apparently gotten over her anxieties during their time apart...either that or she believed that shoving something 'dirty' in his face was a suitable punishment...
Resisting the urge to bring up his hands and bury his face even deeper into Lynette's palpably warm and moist panties, Paul flexed his hands open and closed as he waited until the ashen-haired cat girl was satisfied. Once she was finished, it was his turn to startle her by scooping her up in his arms and kicking open the door to her room. Her pupils contracted to the size of pinholes, but she made no effort to resist him as he carried her over to her bed, laid her down, and eyed her with an expression that was equal parts admiration and hunger...
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Though it was nearing two in the morning, Paul was still wide awake and full of energy as he made his way to his final destination for the night, the temporary abode of Sucrose.
*tok* *tok* *tok*
Despite how late, or, in this instance, early it was, Paul only had to wait about three seconds before the door cracked open to reveal a demure-looking woman with mint-green hair and amber, almost honey-colored eyes.
After confirming it was Paul knocking on her door, Sucrose exhaled a sigh of relief. She wasn't good at dealing with new people and environments, so she had been on tenterhooks since her departure from the Strife Zone.
Stepping the room, Paul became aware of how tense Sucrose was as he wrapped his arms around her slender, slightly trembling frame. The keep was insulated against the chilly outside air, but her propensity for wearing thin, form-fitting outfits had caused a chill to set in her body.
As his smile faded into an apologetic look, Paul asked, "Please don't tell me you've been waiting next to the door this whole time...even if you had trouble sleeping, you could have waited under the covers..."
Lowering her head, Sucrose appeared even smaller than usual as she brought up her hands, bent forward slightly, and retracted her shoulders. Her instinct was to apologize, but before she could, Paul held her firmly and whispered, "You did absolutely nothing wrong..."
Though her face immediately became cherry red, a faint smile blossomed across Sucrose's face as she nestled against Paul's chest. She had been a little worried that their time apart had led to Paul forgetting her. She knew the odds of such a thing happening were negligible, but she couldn't help worrying. After all, regardless of how often Paul assured her that she was cute and charming, she still wore thick-rimmed glasses, possessed dog-like ears, and a disproportionately bottom-heavy physique...
"Ah..."
After several minutes of just standing near the entrance of the room, Paul lowered his left hand to caress Sucrose's supremely soft and springy butt. She often complained that all the nutrients she consumed went straight to her butt and thighs, compelling her to diet a lot more than she should. In reality, the only reason her butt appeared larger than average was due to her inordinately slender frame and a fairly modest bust.
"You lost weight again..."
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Understanding that Paul's words weren't a compliment, Sucrose's ears flattened as she hung her head in shame. There were several reasons for her weight loss, but she couldn't bring herself to say that the main reason was their separation a few months prior. She was the opposite of a stress eater, so she had all but lost her appetite following his departure...
Suspecting that he was at least partially responsible, Paul strengthened his hold on Sucrose's body and whispered, "It doesn't matter. Now that together again, I'll just have to feed and pamper you directly..."
Picturing the scene of Paul feeding her, Sucrose covered her reddened face and issued an adorable, almost mewling groan. Ever since the time Paul had eagerly asked if he could touch her head and ears, she had been unable to say no to him. It was embarrassing to admit, but she was pretty sure she had fallen in love with him from the moment they first made eye contact...
Though her response was ultimately unnecessary, Sucrose looked up at Paul, a faint smile developing across her face as she replied, "Okay..." in a meek tone of voice. When Paul returned a smile of his own, she could feel her heart racing within her chest, its pulsations so powerful she could feel the blood pumping through her veins as she closed her eyes and parted her lips in anticipation of a kiss.
Unable to resist such a captivating sight, Paul lowered his head to seal Sucrose's lips. At the same time, he moved his right hand to cup the petite Alchemist's remaining cheek. Her body briefly tensed in response, but she offered no resistance as he massaged, squeezed, and kneaded her butt at his leisure. Instead, as the temperature of her body steadily increased, Sucrose took the initiative to hop up, her legs locking around his waist as their kiss quickly transitioned to a passionate, almost animalistic session of lovemaking...
When her switch was flipped, Sucrose was inarguably one of the more 'aggressive' girls in Paul's entourage...
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Making good on his promise, Paul ignored Kishirika's attempts to get him to afford her the same treatment as he fed forkfuls of food into Sucrose's mouth. Her face was beet red, and she could hardly contain the twitching of her ears, but she would unfailingly open her mouth and say, "A-Ahhh-" whenever he brought food to her lips.
Clicking her tongue, Kishirika looked around at the bevy of beautiful women seated around the rectangular table and asked, "Are you all going to sit there and remain silent? This is a clear example of favoritism...!"
Though it would ordinarily fall to Jean to speak on the group's behalf, the presence of Zhongli overrode the group's usual dynamic. In response to Kishirika's question, the amber-eyed Archon adopted a professional smile and said, "Only our Master can decide when, where, and who receives his affection. You're free to petition additional attention. Just know there are a substantial number of people who will oppose you trying to monopolize him..."
Furrowing her brows, Kishirika decided to no longer beat around the bush, stating, "I really don't like you." in a matter-of-factly tone.
Instead of taking offense to Kishirika's words, Zhongli covered her lips and emitted a throaty giggle. At this point, she was accustomed to being hated by people who either feared, resented, or felt unnerved by her. She had endeavored to open up and behave in a more down-to-earth manner, but her jokes often fell flat, and she found it difficult to remain interested in what other people were saying.
Concluding her laughter, Zhongli narrowed her eyes and mused, "That's a shame. Given our comparable ages, I was looking forward to being able to exchange wisdom and stories with Your Imperial Majesty..."
Clicking her tongue a second time, Kishirika glared back at Zhongli and said, "Stop calling me that. Even if it's correct, hearing you say it doesn't sound right. Just call me Kishirika from now on...!"
Maintaining her usual smile, Zhongli lowered her head slightly and replied, "As you will, Lady Kishirika."
Feeling a twitch in her left eye, Kishirika decided to ignore Zhongli, her expression turning serious as she stared directly at Paul. However, before she could say anything, he calmly remarked, "We'll head out around noon. For now, open your mouth and say, Aaaah~"
Though she was briefly taken aback by Paul's actions, a triumphant smile developed across Kishirika's face before she abruptly opened her mouth like a bear trap. Her appearance had changed significantly over the past few months, but she still had a maw full of shark-like teeth and an almost cartoonish ability to distort her facial expressions...
Even with a figure comparable to a Succubus, Kishirika was still Kishirika...
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