Be a Dragon: Fresh Faces (ch.8) (Patreon)

"Nero, we- ahh…! We should, hm, practice with you abilityyyyyyy!!" Hinata moaned, her walls clamping down on me as I thrust into her, milking me for a reward that was stolen by a thin piece of rubber. Despite her words, she shoved her hips back, trying to take me even deeper. Her body was slick with sweat, panting as she rode through her orgasm, her hips gyrating, grinding against mine to draw out her pleasure. 

"Probably," I admitted, leaning down and planting a kiss across the back of her neck. Even as I spoke, one hand dipped in between her legs, finding her clit while my other cupped her breast to pinch her nipple. Hinata groaned in pleasure, a weak exhausted sound but her pussy clenched down on my length, renewing its strength to go another round. "But are we?" I questioned, her back sticking to my chest as I continued my ministrations. 

"We can't- hmmm, just have s-sex all day," Hinata replied, sighing softly as I lifted her up so both of us were kneeling on a soft bed, sinking in a few inches. The sheets were soaked with various fluids, a dozen filled condoms tied off scattered about and I'm certain that if we hadn't gone nose blind to it, the room would feel of the sour stench of sex. 

"I beg to differ," I returned, grinning as I kissed across one shoulder, feeling her walls squeeze my length in preparation of another orgasm. "We seem to be making a pretty good go at it already," I said, the speed of my ministrations slowly increasing, hammering her abused pleasure buttons until I felt Hinata cum once again in no time. Hinata let out a low moan, her head weakly rolling back so she leaned against my shoulder. 

I had no clue how long we've spent fucking. I lost count of the number of orgasms I've brought Hinata, I've lost count how many I've had as well. At least twelve, but there were other condoms left on the couch, my bed, and the bathroom. Not to mention the loads Hinata swallowed. The hours were spent in a mindless haze of fucking and pleasure, of peeks and higher peeks. My body ached, my balls felt so empty that I worried the next load would be air, but there was a burning lust that kept me going -- like I had just eaten a feast, but there was enough room left for a few more bites. 

"Nero," Hinata whispered breathlessly, shifting so she could look at me. "I'm hungry," she admitted, and after everything we've done, that wasn't enough to get a blush out of her. "And we should take another shower." 

My hands ghosted over her sides and flat stomach, wanting to argue but the fact our skin stuck together was a sign that she was right. And I was getting pretty hungry too… 

"Fine…," I relented, slipping out of her, my hands leaving her to make sure the condom came out with me. I tied it off before tossing it to the side. Hinata collapsed forward, all but face planting, her ass in the air. "That's just mean," I teased, giving her perfectly round and firm ass a light slap. Her groin was absolutely soaked, her lower lips parted from hours of constant sex. My gaze lingered on her asshole for a moment but figured that could wait for another day. In my experience, unprepared anal ended...messily. 

"I can't feel my legs," Hinata offered as an excuse, getting a stupid grin out of me. I leaned over, kissing at the edge of her mouth before I rolled off of the bed. 

"I'll go make us something to eat," I said, standing. Hinata's gaze lingered on my half-mast cock with an expression of disbelief. "You rest up and clean up. By then it should be done. Is there anything, in particular, you would like?" 

Hinata fell to her side, and now I felt a bit bad. I guess I ran her ragged. "Can you make something from this realm? I saw several foods while I explored alone, but I didn't get to try any of them," she requested, too exhausted to even think of modesty as she left her breasts on display. 

"Sure thing," I said, going to the door, flashing my ass at Hinata because I left all my clothes downstairs. "It'll be ready in a bit, so just relax until then." 

"And Nero," Hinata continued her voice just above a whisper. "Thank you." 

I flashed her a grin, "my pleasure," knowing that she wasn't thanking me for the food. I left the room, closing the door behind me before I started down the stairs. Now that I was alone, I did a sniff check and found that I reeked of sweat. After jumping in the pool for a quick wash off, I dried off and began making...dinner. 

"It's five o'clock," I muttered with some surprise, my eyebrows climbing high. We fucked for about twelve hours. And...hmmm...I need to ventilate the house or invest in air fresheners. Oddly enough, outside of some soreness, I felt fine. Great, even. Like I just spent twelve hours having mindless sex with a beautiful woman. 

And now I was going to make a homemade pizza. Just because I could. Humming to myself, I went to work, wearing nothing but a towel as I began to make the dough. Then I realized I didn't have any marinara sauce, so the pizzas became calzones instead. Which was awesome since calzones were way better than pizza.

As I predicted, it took some time before I heard the shower flip on upstairs. And even then, Hinata took a long shower then soaked in the bath before she came downstairs dressed in her first outfit, only with a simple shirt on instead. By that time, my creations were done, ready to be plated. Sliding one in front of her along with some tea she seemed to like, we both dug in after Hinata thanked me for the meal.

"So," I started, watching with some amusement as Hinata ate as I'd she hadn't in years."I'm thinking today was a wash in terms of progress. Too late to really do anything." Except for sex. If we could go back to sex, then I was good for another twelve hours. 

Hinata smiled lightly, telling me she had just read my mind. "Perhaps not," she returned, her tone light. "I would like to try to awaken your chakra system before the day ends. And we could also attempt to start the company that you spoke of." 

Somehow, I doubt she would be convinced with the argument of 'that sounds like work, and I'm not about that life. I'd rather spend the rest of eternity bringing you to mind shattering orgasms.' 

"Is there a point in awakening my chakra? Didn't you say it was underdeveloped?" I questioned, cutting off a sliver of my calzone to see gooey cheese and greasy pepperoni. Yeah, it was cooked to perfection. I wondered if I had destroyed my inability to cook because everything I made turned out fantastic. 

Hinata nodded, "your chakra pool can increase in size with training, and even with a small amount, several techniques can be used. I can demonstrate a few if you would like?" She decided my answer for me, standing after laying her utensils on an empty plate. I noted with some amusement, she was walking slightly bowlegged but seemed to be making a conscious effort to walk normally. 

My amusement was stolen from me when Hinata performed a simple hand gesture then, with a small poof of smoke, there was a second Hinata standing next to her. "It's merely an illusion, but it can be quite handy when to misdirect enemies," Hinata explained, killing my hope for a threesome. "Next is the kawarmi -- a short-range replacement technique." 

Then, with no warning, the real Hinata was replaced with a couch cushion while she suddenly appeared where the cushion had been. This was a lot weirder to see in person than I expected. Seriously, it was tripping me out. Especially when the...hologram of Hinata was still standing there. 

"Lastly, there is the transformation technique," she said before she became a goddamn couch cushion. If it wasn't for the one that still rested on the floor, I never would have guessed that the cushion was actually a hot girl. Now that I'm thinking about it, those three techniques were broken as all hell. 

"Alright, I'm convinced, teach me your ways," I said, making Hinata revert to her normal form, a pleased smile on her face. "Should I call you sensei or something?" I asked, reaching back to my pre-teen years for the long-forgotten knowledge of Japanese honorifics. 

"No, you don't have to," Hinata denied, but there was a faint blush creeping up her neck. I'm guessing she liked the idea more than she let on. 

"Okay, is there anything that I need to do?" I asked, finishing off my calzone and my tea before approaching her, picking up the cushion while I was at it. Once it was in its rightful place, Hinata gestured for me to sit. I went cross-legged while she tucked hers underneath her. 

She grabbed my hands before a tingling sensation traveled through my finger like they had fallen asleep and we're waking up. Only instead of the pens and needles being painful, they felt warm. "Do you feel that?" Hinata asked, getting a slow nod from me, "imagine that feeling traveling through your arms, across your chest before settling in your stomach."

I did what she said, imagining the feeling spreading across my body before settling in my stomach. Oddly, my stomach felt warm, like a toasty fire was inside, warming me up. 

"Now, spread that warmth throughout your body. Down your legs, to your chest, through your arms, up your neck and into your mind. Do you feel it?" Hinata asked as I spread the warmth throughout my body. It was hard to describe with words, but once I was done, my body felt like a current of electricity was running through it. My flesh rose, every hair stood on end, while a sense of warmth filled me like a cup. "You did it. You have awakened your chakra network." 

I only noticed that I had closed my eyes when I opened them, gazing into Hinata's eyes, veins bulging around them as her Bayakugan was active. She was smiling, as pleased with my success as I was. 

"Sweet…" I muttered distractedly, taking my hands out of Hinata's, idly noticing that her hands were anything but soft and dainty before I clenched my hands into fists a few times. I felt like an overcharged battery or something. "So when do I learn all that stuff you just showed me?" 

Hinata laughed lightly as she took out a slip of paper, apparently anticipating that question. "first you have to learn how to control your chakra. You don't have very much of it, so you can't afford to be wasteful. I want you to press this to your skin, and I want you to hold it there using nothing but charka. Simply channel the feeling to the paper -- too much and it'll blow off, and not enough and it won't stick."

I took the paper from her, an idea struck me. As awesome as awakening my chakra was, do you know what would be even better? "Do I get some kind of reward if I manage it?" I asked, my tone light and flirty. As innocent as Hinata might be, she knew exactly what I was hinting at, yet it still caught her off guard. It was pretty cute, honestly. 

“You want something l-lewd,” Hinata mumbled, blushing from the roots of her hair down to the tips of her toes. It was funny, in a way. You’d think we hadn’t spent the past half-day going at it like rabbits, throughout the house. 

“I do,” I admitted without a hint of shame. “I want you to do something lewd for me as a reward, sensei,” I followed it up and if Hinata got any redder, steam was going to erupt from her ears. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing a bit at that, getting an embarrassed pout from her that didn’t stop me from laughing. 

“You’re making fun of me,” she accused. I dissuade her of that notion by taking her hands in mine, grinning at her. 

“I’m teasing you. We don’t have to do anything lewd if you don’t want to,” I said with a small shrug of my shoulders, feeling a little bad. I didn’t want to pressure her into anything, but it seemed a little odd being shy now after we had all of the sex. But I’m also an idiot, so what did I know about anything?

Hinata fidgeted where she sat, still blushing and her face darkened with every second. Her lips parted to say something, only to close her mouth a second later but opened it again a few moments after that. "I...wouldn't mind…" she trailed off, her gaze roaming my torso. "I'll...pleasure you with my mouth? When you manage to master the chakra control exercise?" 

"Well now I'm motivated," I said, smacking that slip of paper on my forehead, half expecting it to stick instantly, but it slipped right off. "Wait, hold up," I said, picking the paper up again, channeling more warmth, or chakra, I guess, to the paper, only for it to slip off again. Hinata smiled with some amusement as I failed to make it stick for a third time. 

"While you're training, I will prepare dinner for later-" she started, only to cut herself off when, on the fifth try, the slip of paper stuck. My face lit up with a grin as Hinata blinked slowly as she stared at me. 

There was something really stupid on the tip of my tongue -- something about how she was about to be drinking some protein, but my upper head had enough blood flowing in it to stop me from making such a horrible mistake. "Hey, I got it-" I exclaimed, only for the slip of paper to fall the moment my concentration lapsed. "Wait, give me a second…!" There, now that I knew the amount to make it stay, it was a lot easier to make it stay. Even better, the longer I did it, the less I had to focus on it. 

"I didn't expect you to learn it so quickly," Hinata admitted, settling back down. "It is a children's exercise, but I've never heard of someone having so fine control over their chakra after just having it unlocked…" there was a hint of suspicion in her tone, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, but I couldn't tell if she was accusing me of something. 

"You said I didn't have a lot of it. Maybe that has something to do with it?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. These kinds of things were rapidly becoming weird crap about myself that I didn't understand. From understanding technobabble to my ability to cook, my magic and my true form...well, it was raising a lot of questions that I just didn't know the answer to. What I did know was that dwelling on them wouldn't give me the answers that I want. 

Hinata considered that for a moment, “I suppose that is possible…” there was a but attached to the end of that sentence, but she seemed satisfied that I was in the dark as much as she was. 

Satisfied that I wasn’t about to get ninja poked in the kidneys, I placed a hand on her knee, my grin becoming flirty. “So, do I still get that reward, sensei?” I asked, making her shiver as she gave me a Look, but it was undercut by the slight smile that tugged at the edge of her lips. 

“Aren’t you exhausted?” Hinata questioned, even as she pushed her hair back, prompting a shameless grin from me as I threw myself onto the couch and let my growing groin speak for me. 

"I can go all day so long as it's with a girl like you," I answered, my cock swelling as Hinata unfurled my towel, coming face to face with my cock. It stood straight up, so close to her face that her gaze went cross-eyed to look at it. Her breathing grew heavy and warm against the underside of my cock, but that could hardly compare to the feeling of her soft lips planting a kiss at the base. 

Her gaze told me what she thought of that line, but she didn't let the cheese stop her from kissing from the base to the crown. One of her hands went to fondle my balls, the other going to where she learned she couldn't reach. My cock throbbed in anticipation before Hinata wrapped her lips around my cock and took me into her mouth, her tongue already lapping at the underside as I went until I reached the base of her throat. 

A breath of relief escaped me as Hinata’s head began to bob, her unblinking gaze pinned on me. She watched me like a hawk for my reactions, and I was all too happy to give them to her. I learned some time ago that girls liked vocal guys -- or, rather, some of them found the dead silence off-putting. Hinata was either talented beyond peer, or she was a fast learner because her tongue stroked my cock in all the places that I liked. She focused on the head, her tongue swirling over it, dragging on the underside…

“That’s the stuff,” I muttered, reaching down to cup her cheek, running a thumb over it to feel soft and smooth skin. She hummed in response, earning a soft grown from me, which only encouraged her to do it again. I grinned in response, my hand dipping down her neck, going to her breast. She didn’t bother to wear a bra. “You saw this coming,” I accused, idly tweaking a nipple. 

“It seemed likely,” Hinata returned, taking my cock out of her mouth before dragging her tongue along its length. “I thought it would be longer...I’m very sore…” Hinata admitted, putting an end to the hope that this could spiral into more sex. 

“Is your throat okay?” I asked, making Hinata pause for a moment. That was answer enough. “Hinata, if you’re at your limit, just tell me. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, or anything.” A sore jaw and throat were no joke.

“But, you’re already…” Hinata pointed out, stroking my rock hard cock, looking up at me with wide eyes. My fingertips brushed over a pebbled nipple, giving me an idea. 

“If you still want to continue, then take off your hoodie and lay down on your back,” I said, getting off the couch while Hinata hesitantly obeyed. She stiffened when I straddled her, easing my cock between her sizable breasts. “I’m going to fuck your tits. Is that okay with you?” I asked, figuring that she wouldn’t be sore there. 

Hinata blushed as she nodded, letting me sandwich my cock with her breasts. They were soft but firm. And, looking down at the sight below me, it really dove home how massive Hinata’s boobs were. The only hint my cock was even there was my cock head sticking out of her cleavage that she looked down at with wide eyes. 

Then I started to fuck her breasts. My rhythm started slow, making sure that her cleavage was lubed up enough with spit, but once I was sure there wouldn’t be any chafing for either of us, I put my back into it. I thumbed her nipples as I thrust, my cock disappearing and reappearing in the mountainous valley that were Hinata’s tits. Her breathing grew heavy, watching my cock as its tempo increased. 

She timed it perfectly, licking the tip of my cock when it emerged from her breasts. Hinata shifted underneath me, bringing her mouth closer to my cock, and this time she took it into her mouth. Which, you know, kinda defeated the purpose, but it wasn’t like I was going to complain. Hinata moaned as she sucked my cock, keeping her head still so I fucked her breasts and mouth at the same time. 

The sight of it alone was enough to do the job for me, but between her hot wet mouth, and her firm breasts, I felt my orgasm edging closer by the second. 

"I'm about to cum," I warned her, my thrusts growing more desperate as I fucked her breasts and mouth. Her pale eyes met mine for a moment, half-lidded from the pleasure, and that threw me over the edge. "Of, fuuuuck…!" I groaned, erupting in her mouth, the lull apparent was enough that my ball filled right back up. Hinata's eyes bulged at the amount, recoiling enough that I got the hint. Pulling out of her mouth, I buried my cock between her breasts, painting her cleavage white before orgasm came to an end. 

"Oh," I breathed, letting out a deep breath as I let go of her breasts -- cum was smeared between her breasts, one stray blast landing on her face as a line of cum escaped her lips. Hinata's eyes were closed, catching her breath as I did the same- 

When my gaze rose, I made eye contact with a pair of mismatched eyes -- one bright pink while the other was a dark brown. Her hair reflected her eyes, split down the middle, her hair brown on the side with the pink eye and a light pink on the side with the brown eye. They were shockingly expressive, displaying amusement as she took a bite of Neopolitan ice cream that I had bought. 

Her legs were crossed, sitting in the chair across from the couch. Even looking at her, I could tell that she was short. She wore cream-colored boots with heels, black buttons running up the sides that wen all the way up to her knees. Tucked into them was a pair of tight-fitting chocolate brown pants, her belt was a weird Y-shaped, with the Y on the right side. A dark blue shirt hugged her torso, only it left her hips bare, forming a point that was tucked into her pants, and over her shirt was a white and pink colored coat that stopped at her ribs, but flowed downwards at the back. 

She winked at me before blowing a kiss, a cheshire grin on her face as she took another bite of ice cream. 

“Uhhhh...who the fuck are you?!” I half-shouted, recoiling off of Hinata, making her snap into attention. She was on her feet so suddenly, turning to face the intruder so suddenly she nearly knocked me off my feet. Hinata settled in a stance, uncaring of her nudity as she glared fiercely at the girl, while I tried to cover up. Thankfully, the girl’s appearance scared me limp. 

The girl gave a small wave, laughing soundlessly, but made no move to do anything, or defend herself. Her gaze lingered on Hinata, her plucked eyebrows climbing high as she pointed to her own breasts, a mocking gesture judging from the smirk on her face. 

“No, seriously, what the hell? Where did you come from?” I demanded, trying to calm my racing heart, securing my towel to my waist. 

The girl, who now that I had more than a passing glance at her, I realized she was somewhere around my age, maybe early twenties, gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. That brought me up short as I glanced at Hinata, who still seemed ready to fight at the drop of a hat. 

“Wait, so you didn’t break in? Who are you?” I asked, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the woman. Wait...hold up...I recognized her, I think. The hair and eye pattern were too distinct, even if she barely played a role in a series I hadn’t watched in years. 

The woman confirmed my thoughts, gesturing to the carton of ice cream that she looted from the freezer, covering the title with a hand until three letters remained. 

“Neo?” I tried, getting mocking applause from the girl that didn’t create a sound. 

“Nero?” Hinata asked, not looking at me as she spoke. “Do you know her?” She questioned, not relaxing, but when fight didn’t break out, her guard was starting to slip. If only to trick Neo into attacking. 

I… “No,” I lied, looking at Neo. “But...hey, did you just pop up here randomly without any kind of explanation?” I asked Neo, and I was answered by a spoonful of strawberry ice cream pausing on its way to her mouth. She plopped it into her mouth, licking the spoon clean as she nodded before she pointed the spoon at me, brandishing it like a weapon. 

“The same thing happened to us. We’ve been here for a couple of days, though,” I explained, earning a sharp glance from Hinata as she realized that Neo was another drop in. “I was first, Hinata was second...um...this might be a sensitive topic, but did you...die before you came here?” 

Neo’s head tilted to the other side, considering us, idly taking another scoop of ice cream straight from the tube. She...was double-dipping...gross… However, she shook her head, eyeing both of us with a suspicious expression.

“Can you tell us...how long you’ve been here for?” Hinata asked, covering her breasts as shame seemed to radiate out of every pore. Neo’s face lit up like Christmas, one hand going up, opening her mouth wide and with every jerk of her hand towards her mouth, she pushed her cheek out with her tongue. 

“Oh…” Hinata muttered, looking like she was about to die from shame as Neo laughed at her, though she didn’t make a single sound as she did. I knew that she didn’t have any lines in RWBY, a show that I watched the first three seasons for, waited until the fourth season was done to binge-watch it, only to forget to do so and never bothered to watch the later seasons of. But it seemed that she was mute. 

“Well, uh,” I started, caught very flat-footed. “Well, if you want, you can stay with us until we get this entire mess sorted out. We’re looking into finding a way to bring us back,” I explained. Well, I was trying to find a way to bring them back. The only way I would go back to my world if it’s back in medieval times, and I got to take over the entire world. 

Neo licked her spoon as she considered the offer, her gaze drifting over the two of us, landing on the massive tv. Her gaze lingered on it for a long moment before she nodded, apparently accepting my offer. Then a smile that could be mistaken for kind tugged at her lips -- she pointed at herself, then made the blowjob gesture again, cocking her eyebrow questingly. 

Hinata made a strangled sound as she covered up while I just scratched at the back of my head. “No, you don’t have to do anything like that if you want to stay. That’s, uh,” I glanced at Hinata to see if she wanted to offer up a word to describe what we were. Instead, it looked like she was trying very hard to become a singularity to vanish from existence. “A bit of fun?” Was that too casual? “We just kinda came together-” 

Neo’s face broke out into a grin, her eyebrows wiggling -- it was amazing that she could make an innuendo without saying a single word. 

“Right, but, no, you don’t have to do anything to stay here. Just don’t wreck the place, and we should be good?” I requested, earning a sly grin in response. As far as a nonanswer went, I felt that leaned more towards the no spectrum. "Right. I guess we should head into town to get you set up.” Another shopping trip. At this point, I might as well look into getting an apartment in the city because of convenience. 

“Actually,” Hinata spoke up, wearing her hoodie, her face free of cum, “you were out all last night, and you should spend some time practicing your abilities. I will take her,” Hinata decided, her tone sharp to tell me that it wasn’t an offer. I glanced between her, then at Neo, who looked like a cat that was about to pounce on the canary...if it came to a fight, then my money was on Hinata. So, I simply nodded in acceptance. 

“Sure, but do either of you know how to drive? It’ll be a long walk down and back, especially with bags,” I pointed out, going to my discarded pants to grab my car keys. When I turned around, I saw that Neo’s hand was straight up, a wild grin on her face that was more than a little terrifying. It was a look that promised that a murder was going to happen, and I could only assume it would be the speed limit. Or, rather, I hoped it was only the speed limit. 

“...Right,” I said, tossing her the keys that she caught deftly. I sent Hinata a look that she caught, giving me a small nod in return. “I’ll go grab some cash for you ladies to spend,” and maybe put on some pants too. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket as well, sparing them a glance as I walked upstairs to fetch the money. To my surprise, I had a message. From Raven. 

Is this Nero? It’s Raven. A whole three hours ago! Shit!

I typed a quick reply, heading into my room as I flipped up the bed to reveal several shitloads of money neatly splayed out. I grabbed a couple of bundles as I texted back with: Yeah, it’s me. Sorry about the late reply. I was reading a book you recommended and lost track of time. 

Because admitting that I was having sex was a bit much for the first text. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl as I turned and- “What the-” I shouted, jerking back as Neo appeared behind me. I heard Hinata shout my name downstairs, a grin on her face as she twirled an unfolded umbrella on her shoulder. She made a show of being impressed by my secret stash, puckering her lips as if she were whistling. 

Then she stuck out her hand, wiggling her fingers as she gave me an eat-shit grin. I….guess it was better than stabbing me and taking it all…I let out a small sigh as I dropped the money in her hand. Her head cocked to the side as Hinata entered the room, practically kicking the door off its hinges as she settled into her stance. Neo didn’t so much as look at her, but I did. 

I gave Hinata a helpless shrug of my shoulders before dropping another few bundles into her hands. Neo made a show of thumbing through it, the sound of money smacking into money at a rapid pace seemed to echo through the tense room. Apparently satisfied, the money disappeared into her cleavage before she blew me a kiss, turned on her heel and walked out the room. 

Hinata didn’t get out of her way for a long moment, her face set. She backed away at the last possible second, letting Neo by, glancing at me. I just gave her another shrug in response, “just make sure that she doesn’t get into too much trouble?” I tried, feeling exhausted with Nero already. 

She frowned in response, her mouth opening to say something, only to think better of it. Hinata nodded before rushing over to wherever Neo got off to. 

I had a bad feeling about this. 

Then my phone buzzed with a text from Raven. 

I found a lead about your magic. Meet for coffee at Ralf’s?

And just like that, the bad feeling went away. I’m sure Hinata could handle whatever Neo threw her way.