The Good Life: Vacation (ch. 56) (Patreon)

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected when I decided to go with the flow on this, but I had to say -- these people knew how to have a good time. I gazed out at the people singing, dancing, having an absolute blast as I was seated at a table overlooking the festivities. The table was made out of solid gold, as were the plates and cups.

So was most of my clothing. I traded out the environment gear for some local threads -- namely a skirt thing that fell to my ankles made out of red cloth. I was mostly shirtless, except for a thing that went over my shoulders that displayed a golden plate over my chest. A golden armband adorned my arm at the bicep, a snake eating its own tail. And, to top it all off, I wore a tall hat that looked like a golden bird.

I looked pretty good. The girls all looked better, though. Most of them had a similar style of dress -- a skirt with long strips of cloth that covered their torso and breasts, but each of them styled it in different ways. Rumi rocked a similar style to Chel with a tube top and a skirt folded at the waist so that it fell between her legs. Robin wore her skirt tied off at the waist so it only covered one leg with two sleeves covering her breasts that folded into her skirt. Cinder was a bit more modest, using the sleeves to wrap around her torso and chest while leaving her arms and shoulders bare.

Nora and Yoruichi wore a similar style, the sleeves of cloth wrapped around their shoulders and arms, gently cupping their breasts while the cloth was tied off behind their backs.

It was a fun little breather, I decided, bringing a cup of fermented fruit juice to my lips and taking a sip. I wasn't much of a drinker, but it tasted good. And the past year or so had been nothing but work and stress. So much had rode on our shoulders and the margin for error had been nonexistent. Even now we weren't completely out of the woods because the ultimate goal would be to relocate the three million people left in the Old World to this world.

“Refill?” Chel questioned from behind me, carrying a pitcher in her hands. It was something of a loss because I would have liked to see her down there dancing with Yoruichi without reservation, but as it stood Chel had become an important piece on the board.

“Sure, top me up,” I said, holding out the chalice for her to pour into. I didn't fail to notice her bending over more than necessary to give me a great view of her cleavage as she did so. Neither did Yoruichi, I noticed, watching her smirk in our direction as she danced before a massive bonfire in the heart of El Dorado, directly in front of the temple that served as our home for the time being. She was joined by many others, all of them trying to copy her movements as she made them. “So, how about you tell me what we're dealing with, hm?”

Chel dropped down, purposely pressing her breasts into my side as she leaned in, “There's only two people that are worth knowing here, and you already met them. Tzekel-kan and Tannabok. Tannabok is the chief, and all the warriors answer to him. Tzekel-kan is the Speaker of the Gods, and he's the head of all religious matters. He's the one you need to keep an eye out for.” Chel advised, whispering in my ear with a low sultry voice.

I had to respect it. When Taylor tried to sleep her way to the top, it was kinda sad and amusing. Cinder sleeping her way to the top was more… seductive, but amusing because I was in on a joke that she wasn't. With Chel, however, I just respected it. She knew she was hot, she owned it, and she used it.

As she spoke, I looked over to Chief Tannabok as he spoke to Robin. He seemed pleasantly surprised by the conversation, and I knew Robin was questioning him about El Dorado. The history of the city. Pursuing her own interest even as she fished for information. Provided that we were right, I wasn't too worried about any neighbors. The tech level just wasn't there to resist us if we really had to roll over the place.

“Chief Tannabok is a relaxed guy, for the most part. So long as he sees you as not hurting El Dorado, or the people here, in the long run I don't see him giving you any problems. One thing, though, is that he's not particularly faithful. So, he may not believe that you're gods,” she elaborated. Then she paused and my gaze slid over to Tzekel-kan, who was looking up at us with rapturous glee.

I hummed, “I'm guessing the same can't be said for Tzekel-kan.”

Chel snorted, “If it was, then he wouldn't be the mouthpiece for the Gods, now would he?” She replied sarcastically. “He's a true believer. More of a zealot. So, he'll be on your side right up until he's convinced you aren't who you say you are. Which, erm, might be a problem considering your arrival is meant to be the start of the end of the world.” She added and, yeah, I could see that being an issue. “That being said, so long as he's on your side, he's your biggest ally taking this place over.”

“Good to know,” I said, watching as Tzekel-kan rose from where he sat and approached. I saw what she meant -- the guy walked like he was ready to throw himself on his back and expose his belly in submission at the slightest provocation from me. The guy worshiped me, but he was utterly terrified of me, yet his terror was only matched by his awe.

It was a pretty wild combination of feelings that I sensed from him, I had to admit. I even had to encourage him a little by giving him a subtle gesture to hurry it up because he was taking too long. He scampered over, coming to a stop before the table, his hands outstretched and his head low.

“Oh, Destroyer of Worlds, allow me to say that it is the highest of honors that you would attend this celebration,” he said, dropping his head lower and I heard Chel choke back a laugh. The party quieted down a bit, everyone keeping an ear out for what I had to say. The festive air took a sudden chill, replaced with an unspoken tension. Chief Tannabok in particular had his hackles raised, watching us with thinning lips. “At the twelfth hour of night, I beg your permission to offer these sacrifices to your eternal glory!”

He snapped and a couple of people walked forward. I was already aware of their presence, but I thought that the paint they wore was decorative.

Instantly, I felt Rumi's gaze boring a hole in the side of my head. I'm not sure why she was surprised, exactly.

I wasn't particularly great at history, but I recognized the bits and pieces that interested me. I'm not sure who these people were exactly, but I was seeing some pretty clear influence from the Aztecs. The nation that more or less perfected human sacrifice. Who, if they had been around for the time, would have inspired entire pages worth of don't in the Geneva Convention. Whose idea of declaring war consisted of inviting a neighboring princess to marry, killing her, skinning her, then giving her body back in a form of a blanket to her father who thought she was getting married and establishing an alliance.

So, yeah, I'm not that shocked by the human sacrificing. That being said, I could tell that Rumi was going to be pissed if I let the sacrifice happen. On the flip side, what Chel said rang out in my ears. I didn't want this to become a hassle. This was practically a vacation.

My gaze flickered to the five men, all painted, and all of them with their heads bowed low. They were true believers, I would give them that. They were downright excited at the prospect of getting sacrificed. Almost felt bad that I was going to have to nip this in the bud.

“Tzekel-kan, let me ask you something -- have you ever heard an ant pray to you?” I asked him, and I could see on his face he had absolutely no idea how to reply. So, I smiled reassuringly at him, “It's not a trick question. Be honest,” I said and, slowly, Tzekel-kan shook his head.

“I… I have not,” he confessed like it was some great sin. Like I would be disappointed with him.

“They do,” I told him, making shit up. “They pray to you, to any human or animal, that passes them by. Because, to them, you are an incomprehensible being that is capable of destroying their existence with a single swing of your foot. They pray for benediction. They pray for mercy. They pray for deliverance and the destruction of their enemies.” I could see Robin was thoroughly amused with my antics, her lips twitching towards. Rumi looked annoyed, but less annoyed as she would have been, and she was acknowledging that much.

Tzekel-kan was utterly enraptured, as were everyone else in earshot. You'd think I was telling them a secret of the universe or something. “Now, if these colonies of ants offered sacrifices to you, would you notice?”

It was now that he saw where I was going with this and his face paled, becoming devoid of blood. “I- forgive my-” he started to stammer but I raised a hand.

“There's nothing to forgive. Prayer is heard by the act itself, not in how they are performed,” I tossed out, hoping that would take care of the whole ‘human sacrifice’ thing. Or, at the very least, nip it in the bud long enough that I wouldn't have to deal with any nagging while I was here. So, to that end, I followed it up with, “Don't be so eager to throw your lives away. They are something of infinite value to you, but they may be worthless to the god you pray to.”

In hindsight, I'm pretty sure I just majorly fucked with their religion. I could see Tzekel-kan’s mind taking the information and twisting it into knots. That wasn't really my problem, so I didn't really care. But, I'm guessing that he was at least going to rethink how they go about worshiping. Especially when I implied that humans were to gods what ants were to humans.

Tzekel-kan bowed his head until it touched the floor, “Your wisdom is boundless, oh Destroyer.” He said, “We failed to understand your nature. This world is but an anthill to you. Something that exists because you allow it to, as do we all.”

Yeah, that went about as well I expected it to.

“Sure. As for the whole praying stuff -- it's a bit like giving a gift. The gift is something, but the real meaning is the thought that went into the gift. Make sense?” I said, trying to course correct just a tad. The message seemed to be delivered because Tzekel-kan suddenly stood.

“Then allow us to give you a gift! Allow us to convince you of our earnest devotion!” He said, and the guy was a few bpm away from frothing at the mouth. “Drink! Play! Make merry! Let us indulge and create a symphony for the gods!” He announced to rapturous approval.

In response, the music swelled and the dancing grew more passionate. I smiled at the sight, more amused than anything as everyone seemed to be joining in on the festivities. It was kinda fun being a god, I thought, watching it all unfold just because I had pulled some shit out of my ass and they took it as gospel. It was the opposite extreme of what I was used to, but that didn't make it bad. It made it new, and new experiences were always fun.

It was then that Cinder slowly made her way towards me, swaying her hips as she approached with a familiar seductive smile on her lips. “That was well handled,” Cinder remarked towards me, casting a glance at Chel as she took a spot on the cushion next to me. “Dealing with fanatics always carries the risk of being burned by their own beliefs.”

I cocked an eyebrow in her direction, “Speakin’ from experience?” I asked, finding myself curious how she would have easily learned that lesson. Cinder picked up a goblet, holding it up for Chel to fill, which she did obediently. Chel struck me as someone who was keenly aware of any given pecking order at all times.

“Something I witnessed,” Cinder admitted, taking a sip of her fermented fruit juice. “His name was Tyrian. Often times he was more trouble than he was worth, but his blind devotion made him worth keeping around.” She swirled her drink in her cup for a moment, looking down at it. Then she spoke, “Since you seem to be in the mood to answer questions, perhaps you would answer one of mine?”

I tilted my head, and if it wasn't for Chel, my hat would have fallen off. “Ask away. Can't promise I'll be honest, though,” I admitted and Cinder offered a token smile before it slid off of her face.

Her amber eyes met mine, “What am I to you?” She asked me, and I got the impression that this was a Talk. The kind that could make or break a relationship, no matter what kind of relationship that was.

The honest truth was that Cinder was a source of amusement. I liked her plenty, but I would have been content to leave her behind in the Old World if Robin had said no to bringing her along.

She seemed to take my silence as an opportunity to elaborate. “I serve under you. We have sex. But I'm less than a lover. And I… understand why you chose Taylor over me to rule over Nuka-World,” she admitted and I couldn't keep the surprise off of my face at the admission. I half expected her to start coughing up blood from much it must have physically hurt her to self-reflect. At my surprise, she grimaced, “She managed to impress you. As I thought I had impressed you.”

Okay, maybe a little less self-reflecting than I thought, but first steps were still first steps.

“Cinder,” I spoke up, bringing her attention back to my face when she looked away. Her punishment for selling out Robin was over. She lost, she took the L on the chin, and now she was reexamining where she stood with me. “What I like about you is your ambition,” I told her honesty and that seemed to surprise her.

“My ambition?” She echoed, like she wasn't certain what she should do with the information.

So, I gave her a nudge, “Would you really be content to rule over a dead, broken world?” I asked her, and Cinder paused.

I gestured to the sight before us, “There are so many worlds out there. An endless sea of possibilities. Does your ambition really end here? Because you can just say the word, Cinder. This world can be yours,” I said, reaching out and bringing Cinder closer, pressing her into my side. “You can be their god, if you want. You can build this world up or destroy it -- doesn't really matter to me. But is that what you want?”

Cinder didn't seem to mind as she leaned into my touch, accepting it easily. She didn't answer for a long moment, and behind me, I felt Chel’s growing anxiety. Then, after a long minute of deliberation, she answered, “I don't want it.”

“Good. Set your aim higher, Cinder,” I told her. She'd be wasted on a world like this. “You wanted to know what you are to me? I'll do you one better -- I'll tell you what I want you to be to me. I want you to be my stick,” I told her, catching her attention. I could tell she didn't quite understand, so I expanded, “Your little project with Starlight? Thing of beauty, that is. Robin, Yoruichi -- neither of them have it in them to be the cold, ruthless, cruel bitch that you are. They're good at what they do, but… they're my open palm. I want you to be my closed fist.”

Cinder was someone that was incapable of true loyalty, and I didn't mind that in the slightest. It's half the reason why I wanted her to stick around for the long haul. The other half was because she was evil. And I meant that as an honest compliment.

For me, the future was uncertain but rife with possibilities. I'm not entirely sure where I was going or what I would do once I got there. After the refugee crisis was done, and my obligations repaid, there would be no more strings on me. Only, as it was, I had no idea what I would do with my regained freedom.

And I didn't need to know. Not yet. There was still time for me to plot out a chosen course, before others would take inevitable actions that would force my hand.

What I did know was that Cinder had a place there in that future of mine. She just had to want it.

And want it she did, because I saw something spark in her eyes, a slow seductive smile tugging at her lips, “Your fist, hm? Yes… I believe I can be exactly that,” she said, her hands reaching up to brush over my jaw, tilting her head to kiss me. The best part of it was, I felt that hunger burn inside of her once more. She was reminded that there was more to gain than ownership of a single world. That she could have it all, without compromise or restraint.

But, before Cinder could press her lips to mine, I found a leather ball hurled at the side of my head. With a lazy catch, I looked over at Yoruichi who openly wore a Cheshire grin. “Hey, love birds! We're going to play a game!” She knew exactly what she did. Cinder openly glared at Yoruichi while I lightly tossed the leather ball up into the air.

“What are we playing?” I asked, finding a stadium within my Room.

“Pok-Ta-Pok!” She answered, and I had no idea what that meant. “I talked Rumi into it since she was being a stick in the mud!” At that, I turned to Rumi who was in the middle of rolling her eyes to the heavens. She was still in the middle of that when I decided to play.

“Shambles,” I said, and with a word I brought the lot of us to the stadium. I heard Chel gasp behind me while everyone else was filling out the stands, in awe of the sudden shift in position. “I'm game to play. Sounds like fun… so how about we add some stakes to it?” I said, directing the words to Rumi, who examined the playing field.

The stands flanked the field on two sides that overlooked it. On one side, there was a golden ring ten feet above the ground. So, I was thinking it was more like basketball than not.

“Same wager as last time?” Rumi questioned, locking her head to the side.

I smiled, “Nah. I already got an outfit. How about… if my team loses, you get to kill me, but if we win… losers dance for the winners.” I decided with a snap of my fingers and a grin. And, despite herself, I found Rumi grinning right back at me.

“Bet,” Rumi agreed easily. “Who's on whose team?”

“I shall be on Law's team,” Robin noted, giving me a very pointed look. “Since he is so keen on risking his life.”

To that end, Yoruichi threw her hands behind her head, “I'll be on Law's team. Won't be any fun otherwise,” she said, looking at Rumi.

“I suppose this is a chance to earn my freedom then? I'm on Rumi's,” Nora decided, crossing over to Rumi's side of the court.

Cinder crossed over to, “In the interest of fairness as I know you wouldn't wish to win too easily,” Cinder remarked, joining Rumi’s team. In practice, though not in spirit as the two shared a glare. But, with her in Rumi’s team, the teams were now even. And I imagine she was going to use the opportunity, win or lose.

I was glad to see that Cinder had her spark back. Maybe even better than before. She got a taste of what absolute power when she ruled over the Gulch, and I imagine she was hungry for more.

“How do we play?” I asked, glancing at Chel.

“You put the ball through the hoop -- you can't use your hands at all, but you can use your feet to pass. You knock it in with your hip,” she said, offering an example by thrusting her hip out to the side.

Interesting. “In that case, powers or no powers?” I asked the others and I found Rumi grinning my way.

“Powers, if you aren't chicken,” she decided and I just cocked an eyebrow.

“Seems a little unfair,” I noted. “I'll give you a handicap then -- I won't use my powers on any of you,” I decided and I pretended that I didn't notice the look that Robin was leveling at me.

Rumi laughed, “It's your life. Do what you want with it,” she decided and with a smirk, I did exactly that. Tossing the ball into the air, I hit it with my hip and with the help of my Room it acted like a curveball and flew straight through the hoop. Rumi’s blood red eyes narrowed, but I could feel her competitive spirit flare as I scored the first point. To mark the tally, one of the natives placed a gold bar on a step.

Meaning that it was first to ten.

Just like that, the game was on.

Rumi blurred into action, crossing the space between her and the ball, intent on knocking it through the hoop before it even had time to touch the ground. The moment that she hit it, however, Yoruichi was there, catching the ball in the crook of her ankle. There was a wide smile on her face, “You've been practicing!” She announced, spiking the ball down.

Nora moved in position, knocking it to Cinder, who used her power to turn the sand that we played on into glass. The ball landed at the bottom of a loop, and at the apex, it was sent flying towards the hoop beyond Rumi and Yoruichi. It would have gone in without Robin projecting a leg from the wall that blocked it.

The shock and awe rippled out amongst the people watching. It cemented our words in their eyes. It was proof that we were ‘gods.’ The doubters and those on the fence would be brought in on our side. To them, they were seeing proof of our divinity.

And we kept proving it.

The game continued on with Yoruichi and Rumi in a contest of speed, blitzing between us in chase of the ball. They were our strikers, I ventured, while Cinder and Robin focused on controlling the ball when they got their hands on it. Which left me and Nora as the ones to score points for our respective teams.

I scored a second point when I tossed the ball up fifty feet into the air, forcing Rumi to jump that high in an attempt to spike it down to Cinder. Only for Yoruichi to intercept it, sending it to Robin, who projected a hip to lay me up and with a flick of my wrist, the ball went straight in while Rumi was out of position.

Rumi's team scored the next point after that because of me -- just when I was throwing the ball through, Cinder created a glass off ramp that led it straight to Nora, who scored the point.

Technically my life was on the line, but I just had fun, enjoying the feeling of using my powers for something beyond training or utility. For nine months, I had been idle. Stuck in Nuka-World, managing a crisis because of my role in instigating the crisis in the first place. I trained. I practiced. I refined my techniques and abilities, but I had to admit that Nora's final assault had left me disappointed.

So, it was a nice change of pace. It was a nice challenge as we both went back and forth, scoring point after point. And it was something that we all needed, I think, Rumi most of all because I was seeing that manic smile on her face once more.

That same smile that she wore when she ripped her arm out of its socket just to come at me. A smile that I had rarely seen since the Old World came to an end.

Both of us were so into the match that I nearly stumbled when the last brick was laid, and a horn was blown to announce the winner. As one, Rumi and I glanced over to see the score. Her eight to my ten I saw, and my grin grew in direct proportion to her annoyance.

“No one likes a sore winner. Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” Rumi groused, more annoyed with her loss than anything.

“Couple times, yeah,” I confirmed easily, giving Yoruichi a high five. “People like a sore loser less. Pay up,” I said, my gaze roaming her for a moment. Keeping up with Yoruichi had taken some stamina, and now that she was cooling down, she was starting to feel it. Sweat dripped down her abs and chest, turning the white material see through in some places. Nowhere naughty though. Not yet, at least.

Rumi blinked at me, her brow furrowing… then her face twisted like she had bitten into a lemon. “Oh. The bet,” she acknowledged and she really had been cutting loose if she forgot that.

It was then that Chel spoke up, “Maybe we all should retire for the night? It's going to be hard to top something like that?” Chel noted, casting a glance at Chief Tannabok, who had watched the whole match with a stupefied expression. The man, in turn, looked at me and I nodded.

The chief stood up, holding his hands aloft as he spoke with a booming voice that carried pretty well over the crowd, “The celebrations tonight have reached their end! Rest, recover, and sober up for the continuation tomorrow!” He announced to everyone's cheer.

I just smiled away, holding up a hand before I decided to make our exit.

With a quick Shambles, we were once more in the temple that served as our home. Rumi seemed pretty annoyed that she had lost, but no more so than Nora. Cinder, however, seemed rather unbothered, going as far as to offer a smirk as I took a seat upon a throne of cushions. “The wager was that the losers dance for the winners, was it not?” She ventured, glancing to Chel, “Alas, I don't believe I know of any traditional dances of this land. Perhaps you would be so kind as to offer a demonstration?”

As she spoke, she approached Chel, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and wrist to guide Chel into the center of the room, before my makeshift throne. As she did, she whispered into her ear lowly, and I made sure that Rumi didn't catch the whisper even as I carried it to my own ears. “Be seductive. If you're lucky, by the time the night ends, you'll be carrying the child of a god.”

I had to smile as Robin and Yoruichi pressed themselves into my sides -- Cinder really wasn't wasting any time making her intentions known. Based on Chel’s expression, she wasn't entirely thrilled by the idea but she wasn't against it either. She bit her lip, her gaze falling upon me for a long moment.

Then she began to move.

I had never particularly understood the appeal of dancing. I never had much rhythm in the first place. But, I was starting to understand the appeal now, watching as Chel started to sway and shake, every movement dragging my attention to her fat ass and full bust, both which were attempting to break free of their confines and be laid bare. She approached slowly, sensually, her expression half lidded and aroused.

Behind her, Rumi and Nora watched on with an air of… resigned acceptance, if I had to call it anything. They weren't surprised in the direction that this was going, even less so when Yoruichi grabbed my cock through my skirt thing and remarked, “I like her,” Yoruichi noted, watching Chel draw closer, biting her lip seductively as she tossed a wink our way.

“So do I,” I admitted while Yoruichi slowly stroked my hardening cock with a hand, snuggled up into the crook of my neck. Robin wasn't idle either, her hand going low while Yoruichi went high.

But, just before Chel got close enough for me to reach out and touch, she danced away. I had to fight a grin as she approached Rumi and Nora, taking a hand and pulling them both forward. Cinder, however, approached of her own will and danced every bit as seductively as Chel did. It was enough to get me interested in exactly how she knew how to move like that. But, my attention was soon stolen by Rumi and Nora.

Rumi's body was alive, her body flowing and tensing, muscles rippling like water. Every movement was alluring, her skirt shifting to grant me glimpses of heavenly muscled thighs and a perfectly shaped ass. Her face, despite her attempts to keep it in a disinterested bored expression, betrayed hints of arousal. Her blood was up and the sexual vibe was resonating with her.

Next to her was Nora, who was pure sex. Her movements were a little more stiff and shy, but her downright obscene body carried the dance for her. With every swaying movement, her breasts threatened to spill out, which probably had something to do with her shy conservative moves. That lasted right up until Cinder moved behind her and with a flick, undid the knot that held Nora's dress together.

It spilled around her ankles and for the first time, Nora's body was laid bare. Her skin had a healthy natural tan, her stomach faintly etched with abs. Her breasts, however, were massive. Bigger than Robin's, even. They were capped with rosy pink nipples that stood at attention, perfectly formed teardrops that were borderline impossibly perky. Her pussy was shaved, marked with a small cleft between her legs, which seemed to go on for miles up to a bubble butt.

Nora shot a look at Cinder, who merely replied by undoing the knot to her own dress and letting it fall to her ankles.

Rumi let out an annoyed growl, “You horny fuckin’...” she trailed off, caught off guard when Chel grabbed her from behind and began ushering her towards us.

“It's part of the dance to honor the gods,” Chel lied through her teeth, and I was right before. I did like her. She knew exactly what was up. “If you won't undress, then you shall have to do a different dance,” Chel said and, Yoruichi, feeling particularly mischievous, undid the knot that held my own clothing together and pushed it to the side, revealing my cock.

Rumi took in a sharp breath, her gaze lingering, “That's some total bullshit,” She said, but I couldn't tell if she was responding to Chel or making a comment about my cock. “Let's get one thing clear -- this is because of the bet,” Rumi said, and I had to fight to keep my amusement off my face.

“Naturally,” Robin replied with dry amusement. “A lap dance is merely a type of dance,” she noted and I'm pretty sure she planted the idea in her head because the next thing I knew, Rumi stepped forward, straddling my lap. She pressed her hips forward, angling them and I found my cock pressed against her pussy with only the sheet of her skirt acting as a barrier.

Then she began to move and it was one of the most erotic sights I had seen in my life. Rumi masterfully rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against my cock and I could see it in her eyes. The need for release.

She had been acting against her nature for as long as I had by this point. Longer, even. Rumi was a woman of action. Of gratification. She wanted what she wanted and she did what she wanted. She wasn't complicated, even if she wasn't simple. Rumi, at her core, was a hedonist that loved what she loved -- violence and pleasure.

I thought Yoruichi and I were the most alike, but I think I might have been wrong in that assumption.

In no time at all, I felt the fabric between us start to dampen. Her arousal swelling without any input from me. Her breathing hitched when my hands landed on her thighs, feeling smooth skin and firm muscle beneath my palms. Her hips became more frantic, pressing into me while arousal started to drip through the fabric. They slid up her thighs, my gaze holding her blood red one, and I watched her eyes narrow when my hands ventured to the sacred area of her ass. My fingers sunk into the soft flesh, groping her ass without restraint to find that she hadn't bothered with panties.

In response, Rumi shoved me in the chest, straddling me fully as she pinned me down. Her pussy dragged itself over the length of my cock, her hip movements becoming frantic as I felt her edging closer and closer to an orgasm. Her gaze went unfocused, looking down at me with parted lips.

Then, with a shuddering breath, Rumi came on my cock. I felt her arousal bleed through the cloth, dripping down my cock. She bit her bottom lip, swallowing back a throaty moan as she closed her eyes. Her hips twitched sporadically, riding out her orgasm for a long minute before she opened her eyes. Our gazes met again and I felt the tension swell between us, her gaze dipping down ever so slightly to my lips. Almost, as if possessed, she started to dip down towards me, going for a kiss as I watched.

It was for that reason that I saw her visibly snap back into herself. She perked up, recoiling with wide eyes as it suddenly kicked in what she had done. Or, rather, with who.

“Dance is over,” Rumi snapped at me, getting up and my hands left her ass to go up in a gesture of surrender, but I couldn't hold back my grin.

“I enjoyed it while it lasted,” I replied, a bit disappointed that that's where she was leaving things. I could maybe have tipped the scales with the use of my powers, but I think that would have tainted the whole experience. With a woman like Rumi? I wanted the moment she gave in to be purely because her own resolve cracked.

Rumi scoffed, walking away with hunched shoulders and a soaked spot on her skirt. Yoruichi was chuckling, watching her go while Chel strode forward.

“How shameful,” Chel noted, a finger hooking in her tube top before pulling it down to reveal her breasts. All the way down, she was a warm mocha brown with small dark nipples. Her skirt fell down her shapely hips while she licked her lips, “Leaving a job half done like this. You poor thing,” Chel noted, taking my throbbing cock and pressing it to her entrance when she straddled my waist.

“We’ll just have to make it up to you,” Chel noted and with a single smooth thrust, she sheathed my cock into the depths of her pussy. A low moan escaped her before I found my hands being lifted, Yoruichi pressing my hand to Cinder’s offered pussy, my fingers sliding into her slick tunnel. Robin, however, pressed my other hand against Nora’s bare breast and against my palm I felt her pebbled pink nipple and something tellingly wet before breast milk dripped down my wrist.

Chel was a vision, leaning back to grip my ankles for support and with a long rolling motion of her hips, she spoke.

“Even if it takes us alllllll night~!”