From Menagerie, it was a long wait to reach the port of Mistral. Blake looked longingly towards the darkening horizon from the bow of the ship.

From behind her, Sun muttered, 'do you think they're ready to fight?'

'I hope they don't have to,' Blake half-consciously replied. Her thoughts were knee-deep in all that had happened over the past few days - back in Menagerie. She thought of what happened to her home; what happened (and could have happened) to her beloved parents), and to the leader of the White Fang - the terrorist organisation she once held so close to her chest. She grumbled back to Sun, who was sidling uncomfortably close behind her, 'do you want anything?'

'N-no!' he objected instantly, and backed off. 'However, Ilia was wondering where you were.'

'Ilia?' Blake adopted a softer tone of voice, 'Ilia wanted to know where I was?' Blake turned around to face Sun. He was nodding. Blake continued, 'do you know why?'

Sun shook his head, 'she was in the engine bay last I checked.'

'The engine bay..?'

However, as soon as Sun could clarify anything, Blake vanished like a shadow in the deep blue moonlight.

The ship was - to put it kindly - a labyrinthine mess below the decks. Blake had seen places like it: buildings; castles designed without a care for whoever roamed its halls, under the brash assumption that the servants and workers already knew their way around. However, never before had she been on a public ship so small that you could get so lost within. Beneath the deck, and beneath the living quarters, there was so much iron and steel and exposed piping with no light seeping in save for that from the dim candles lining each corridor. The floor was dry, however cold in a way such that it felt wet anyway.

However, Blake had spent enough time on the ship to know exactly the way to the engine room anyway. Save from Sun and the captain himself, she was probably the only person who could make that strange boast. They got to know the boat well enough on the journey to Menagerie, anyway.

Blake burst through the iron door, ajar, that led into the engine room. And, sure enough, there was Ilia standing centre-stage in the largest room beneath the deck: her back was facing to the massive boilers, and her outline traced by the dim glow of the burning coals that powered the entire ship. To either side of her were further stacks of coal. The boilers themselves were massive, steel containers. Blake made a mental note not to accidentally touch them.

'Blake? You came!' Ilia was overjoyed to see her, and almost yelped out in delight.

'Not yet!' Blake instantly replied.

'Excuse me?' Ilia cocked her head in confusion. She thought over Blake's response for a moment, before reaching an epiphany, 'ohh.'

'Sun told me you wanted to see me for something?' Blake asked, pushing the door shut behind her as she approached Ilia.

'Why did you joke about me making you come?'

'That's clearly not why you wanted to see me,' Blake grumbled.

'Answer me, or I won't tell you.'

'Close your eyes and I'll show you,' Blake sighed. Whilst it was absolutely, undoubtedly true that Blake fancied Ilia (and she knew that love wasn't unrequited), she was also a very straight-to-the-point person. It was as if Ilia was teasing her - sending Sun to fetch her, and then not telling her what she wanted to know. Then again - Blake thought - she had brought this situation upon herself.

Meanwhile, Ilia was curious to see what Blake had in store for her. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, and put her hands on her head. She made both these facts very clear to Blake - and Blake knew she fancied here. Maybe Ilia's love wasn't unrequited after all?

Blake tiptoed up to the awaiting girl. Ilia stood like a totem. And then, something miraculous happened to Ilia: Blake got down on her knees, and unzipped Ilia's trousers. Neither of them said a thing, however Ilia couldn't resist taking a peek at Blake. Blake noticed Ilia opening her eyes, however pretended not to as she yanked down Ilia's underwear. Blake stuck her nose into Ilia's cunt, and took a deep sniff in. Beyond the sulphuric stench of the room, and the soot all in the air, Blake focused on the smell of her new girlfriend's juices.

Ilia shuddered: no-one had ever been this close to her before. She lowered her hands off her head, as Blake took her own hands and latched onto Ilia's soft, exposed bottom. Blake moved her nose out of Ilia's sopping pussy, and licked the juice flowing from Ilia like a cat lapping up milk.

'Do you like it?' Ilia asked, half timid and yet half assertive. She wasn't sure what Blake wanted of her.

Blake stopped and looked up for a moment, 'what do you think?'

She got straight back to licking Ilia's cunt. She drew circles around the inside of it with her tongue, sucking up all the moisture from within. She licked up and down. Her saliva mixed with Ilia's fluids. Ilia shook with pleasure. She moaned. She moaned loudly. For just a moment, Blake worried someone may hear.

Then again, they were both drowned out by the sound of the engine.

As she reached climax, Ilia searched out for somewhere to place her hands. She could no longer keep her head steady, nor her eyes to the ground. She placed her hands on the back of Blake's head, and shuddered as Blake just somehow got deeper, and deeper, and better, and - oh - so much better!

'Ah! Ah! Ahh!' Ilia screamed out at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as every muscle in her thin body disobeyed her control. 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!'

Blake wished that she could worry about others hearing her, however she had bigger issues. Ilia, with her hands wrapped around the back of Blake's head, pushed her entire face into her crotch. The practical torrent of juice squirting from Ilia met an impasse where Blake's face met tight with Ilia's pussy-lips.

Blake was being held too tightly to escape. Some juice she swallowed. Some went up her nose.

All at once, the muscles in Ilia's body fell weak. She let go of Blake's head, let out a huge sigh, and fell forward. Ilia panted, now face-down on the floor, with her entire bottom-half undressed, and now with Blake trapped between her soaked crotch and the cold floor.