A/N: Canon-wise and gag-wise, placing this event within the story is- to put bluntly -a mess. Not that canon consistency is my goal, nor does this story have any rhyme or reason aside from a blatant excuse to construct some form of erotic fiction with characters I like either. Ragna's interactions with these two characters puts a smile on my face (a rarity these days), and contribute finishing this story I set aside months ago to aggravation of Celica's unsaid confession, along with a few stories I will list below. She's confessed in gags, never in the story mode, and when I thought she would during their private chat outside the church, good ol' Mori comes from left field and hits me with the cock tease- as he is one to do. *sigh* There's no use crying over spilled milk. I doubted any confirmation of ships since continuum shift ('cause anime, there's never confessions- even in romance genre's!), that doesn't mean I can't be salty and bitch about it :^). Anyway, I hope those who read can enjoy this. I must admit, erotic fiction is a first for me. If my diction is off-putting and word choice incorrect, please, feel free to correct me. Not every pairing is liked, I for one hate a few, such as any Terumi pairing or Jin and Noel (which is apparently a thing, but to each their own I guess), but it would be hypocritical of me to say "don't like, don't read" because I hate that. Anything you have to say, drop it in the review box or PM me. I will try to get back to you.

Misdirection

By KindredWriter

Inspired by The RaKoLa Collection by Mugen7(Altered; Sprit Vine), Smoldering Sentiments by Sapphire Daisies, and Endless Galore of Sex: Blazblue by Almightylord

From her initial disappearance, Ragna suspected something afoot.

In the past few weeks Ragna had come to know the over-charismatic air headed mage, Celica didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground directional wise. Amid their intense volleyball match where the next point dictated bragging rights Celica left and returned in the span of five minutes with an almost pleased look on her face. Learned from his time-hopping explorations and endless trek through the mountains, without the aid of her trusty guide and protector Minerva, the hopeless girl couldn't stroll without constant supervision from Kokonoe.

His suspicions proved accurate.

He agreed to assist her find a bathroom without a moment of consideration as to why she hadn't asked the island, why the eccentric being remained silent, and why she asked him instead of Noel. Ragna had himself to blame for his current predicament. He figured Celica to be the one person he could drop his guard around. Despite dubbed a full-fledged magus and younger sister to Nine- one of the most powerful and frightening women he had ever met -Celica wasn't like her. Friendly, outgoing, social, naive, airheaded and not a trace of resentment toward him with a blinding innocence. Sure, an advancement here and nudge there, Celica never pursued anything dastardly or immodest. Until now, that is. Lesson learned: never drop your guard, no matter who.

A light palm caressed his face and slowly made its way downward. Shoulders, chest and abdominal structure; Celica fawned them like a new toy and giggled throughout her exploration, as if getting a feel for him- how he ticked. She traced the contours of his thews; his muscles tensed under her caring touch. Whatever hidden persona lay beneath Celica blossomed, naivety swapped for one expedited by hedonistic purpose.

A fervent haze of mischief glazed her soft soil eyes, admonished of their proverbial innocence. Ingenuous quotidian smile vanished, audacious gaze highlighted by her sultry grin and concupiscent giggle not gone unnoticed. She held an air of fake innocence in her speech, sensual grin turned hungry. "Remember on the beach, how I said I wouldn't mind if you did CPR on me, Ragna?" she leaned in.

"Uh, vaguely. Why do you-" his eyes stretched and voice silenced by Celica's lips squared against his. Celica grasped the opportunity to snake her tongue into his mouth upon his gasp, sure to take full advantage of his shock and assert her dominance. Tension amassed in his groin. Ragna stiffened, praying she did not scoot downward. Breathless upon separation his eyes lulled, blurred vision cleared moments after.

Celica licked her lips; salacious gaze not once removed from him while her hand descended. "There's so much tension here, Ragna. It's much bigger than when we played volleyball. So," further, "much," even further, "bigger." Ragna jolted and voiced a throaty grunt taken hold of. Her thumb pressed and circled the tip, pre-ejaculate furnished head extremely sensitive to her touch. Taking hold of his right hand Celica held it to her breast and gasped upon squeezing. Ragna hissed as she sat on his erect bulge. Her undulating hips ground her core against his hardness, graceful motions grown more aggressive from the sublime friction of her bathing suit. His hand, still on her breast, fondled unconsciously, Ragna unaware it remained until a hard point poked his thumb. A yelp snapped him out his scintillating captivation, the cause of the abrupt vocalization when he subconsciously pinched her erect nipple. "Fu fu…"

He didn't like that look in her eye…

Celica slipped her index finger beneath the pink fabric and pulled to display more of her bosom, her areola barely visible. Instinctively his member twitched, and the thin material between them did nothing to hinder the genital caress. Despite regaining enough sense of self for cognitive reasoning Ragna lacked the strength to pry her off, limbs sapped from tantalizing grinds as he watched mesmerized while she removed the bra-strap. Through thin fabrics she felt his throbbing member and he her wetness. Color dotted his vision, body invigorated by the warmth and so entranced by the picturesque sight of Celica he hadn't realized her dismountment.

Distracted, Celica freed his cock from its confinement. She paused in awe of its size; his elongated shaft, deep red conveying frustration and prolonged build up, thrummed in a pathetic fashion. Immediately he twitched to the graze of her finger and she toyed with the spasming organ, the Reaper at her will and whim. He would be stuck with barely any cognizant presence if this continued, his limbs already too heavy to move.

Celica changed her approach. Long strokes of her tongue slathered him in saliva as he convulsed expectantly for her. It bulged around the center, thickening the farther she went down. Enamored eyes transfixed on Ragna as her lips grasped his head and opened her mouth for Ragna to see his crown pinned between her teeth, grimacing as she ground it. The erotic visual of him between her teeth and those large, darkened eyes locked on him sheared at his composure.

Sufficiently teased she slid her tongue about the root of his hardened mast then enveloped every inch available into her orifice. She smiled around him sliding her plump lips up and down his prick, maintaining a composed look despite having to fling him out as she gagged and spluttered inelegantly. A pause to collect herself, she resumed a confident rhythm. Delicious vibrations traveled through his thickness, her tongue's constant darts back and forth across his head and suckling stimulating different parts at intermittent times. Focus shifted between his entire length- taking him down her gullet -and his reactive crown with professional fluidity never taking the same approach and tempo for long. Celica enjoyed the fashion he squirmed in. So cute.

She pulled back until only his head remained cupped. Her tongue lashed the gland and traced his slit. He clutched bunches of twigs and grass, about to pull the roots out when engulfed whole by her orifice. One motion, her head buried in his lap. Her throat remained relaxed, the maroon assiduous in working him. Diligent, her hot, soft muscle licked every ridge. Slow and torturous she pulled up and sucked the entire way. She licked her lips and pumped him slow. "How is it? Do you feel good?" she asked in a smoky voice.

"Doesn't feel bad," he admitted with a slight stagger.

Celica giggled to his show of rebellion. "Then let me make it better." She crawled upward for her breasts to hover his tip and slid him between her ample cleavage, all but his cockhead submerged. Hands pressed against the sides of her mounds and smushed him, the feeling of soft mammary flesh a fascinating discovery. Celica sucked the two inches unsubmerged as slurps and her tongue's continued flicks hastened Ragna's dispense. So close…!

"Kyah!" the ear-piercing screech garnered their undivided attention, finding a blushing Noel pointing a shuddering finger at them, the poor girl ready to faint. Through quivering lips, she managed to ask, "Wh- W-wha- What are you two doing?!"

"What are you doing here Noel?" Celica spoke as if this situation was normal and stood up. "Were we gone for long? Sorry, guess I got a little carried away." She thunked her head in playful reprimandation.

"Let me just say… I didn't consent to this shit," Ragna breathed out.

"Have you been here long?" Celica asked.

"N-no, I just got here to find you two… doing…! That!" Noel exclaimed.

Celica advanced the small distance between she and Noel. "Does this shock you that much, though?" her amatory persona returned, lulled eyes piercing for Noel. "You followed us from the beginning, right?"

"N-no!"

"You don't have to lie Noel." Celica's attention gravitated to a damp spot on her swimsuit, far too conveniently placed for an obvious lie like drying from a dip in the ocean. She paced behind Noel and cupped her budding chest. Noel yelped; hypothesis proven by the hardness against her palms. She freed herself from the healer's clutches and covered her chest. Embarrassed, she flashed a glance at Ragna before her feet. Celica took her hand as if not trying to scare her. "Come." She led Noel to Ragna who managed to sit up against a tree and knelt with her. Any scrap of stamina he regained dispersed stroked by Celica. "Do you know how to handle this?"

"…No." Noel's voice barely registered.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. Follow my lead, okay?" Celica dipped her head and dragged the whole of her tongue up his shaft's right side. She jerked his length with a firm grip, beads of precum coaxed from his saliva-furnished head. The blonde took her focus for one side as her cue. She poked and examined the veiny apparatus, hesitant at first but spurred on recalling how much Celica seemed to enjoy herself.

As instructed, Noel drew a trail of spit up his length. Already her mind was fraught with haziness and eyes reminiscent of gems lost their ornamental gleam. She handled his balls per Celica's direction and took his head into her mouth to suckle. Celica didn't hinder Noel and watched the girl gradually take in two inches at a time, caressing the back of her head in an almost motherly fashion. Noel clutched him at the root and stroked in tandem with her bobbing. She pulled away and licked his swollen gland in a feline manner, gently provoking it.

Steady grasp on his base and she took him into her warm moist orifice. He released a loud moan into an intemperate Celica's mouth, his pleasured voice and tightened thighs her approval. Firm grip remained around his shaft, up and down, she pumped her mouth onto him with vigor. Until she felt confident enough to take him all in as Celica done before, she stopped an inch passed half. Adaption slow and breathing controlled, Noel removed her hand and inched her lips down until she kissed his crotch.

Focused, eyes closed, Noel relaxed her throat. Painstakingly she worked his prick over, a swipe at his tip every time she moved up. Ragna spasmed and writhed, clearly antsy, but bounded by Celica and the magus had no intention of freeing him. Noel's hair tickled his abdominals with her motions, blond scraps now incessant as her bobs quickened. Throughs her nostrils, controlled, she breathed. Within her mouth he pulsed, dispense at hand but… she did not want one so soon. Noel slowed and focused on Celica and her gaze did not go unnoticed, breathless when she spoke. "Come, go on."

Noel sat up on her knees and blushed. "Is it okay, Ragna?"

"Doesn't matter at this point… Get it over with." Instead of resisting in fear of mental overload, Ragna indulged in the resonating sexual desire formed between them. A pointless endeavor to fight his natural urges, and he wasn't going to be freed unless he wrapped this up anyhow.

"T-then, excuse me…" Noel framed his face and slowly leaned in for a kiss, its intensity a gradual climb until the pressure hurt her cheeks. His tongue didn't remain submissive for long and asserted its role as the dominant giver, fierce, Noel left breathless and dangerously hot. On instinct she straddled him. Ragna kneaded her small breasts, quick to remove the cloth to grope her flesh directly.

Her fragrance, sweet and evocative- a fillip that worked to free his mind of restraint whilst strengthening his vitality and sex drive. Ragna flicked the hem of her side-tie bottom, his lower half shifted and aligned more with her center as the rapid throbbing of his girth against her encouraged further pursuit of rapturous fulfillment. And his cock, already engorged into a painful bulk, expanded. Arousal heightened. She ground against him slow but swiftly humps him, the kiss equally as frantic. Ragna calloused hands took hold of her plump rear and spread the flesh apart. Then, a lone middle finger rimmed her pucker.

Noel's grip tightened to the alien feeling and her hips slowed somewhat. An odd sensation came over the blonde, far from a terrible one though. She did not have too much time to identify it noticing Celica undid her side-tie, the cool air against her making the loss of her bottom cognizant. "C-Celica!"

"How about a change to make this fair. I want him, too, Noel." Celica laid her on the ground, then propped atop her. The maroon looked over her shoulder to Ragna as he moved into position behind her. "Me first. Noel had so much time with you."

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Calloused hands squeezed and pulled her bum; after a moment, he aligned himself with her sex and pushed against her sensitive intimate folds. He pushed in; a surge of pleasure brought by his entry. The new connection and molten liquid lathered his manhood inconceivable, her spittle and added natural lubricant apt for facile entry for his large, rough tool. Ragna grunted to the new dimensions. Slick, ripples divine. Glorious.

Celica's jaw hung for a moment, blinded by white filled to the neck. Returned by his withdrawal, the maroon moved into him. Strokes long and slow at first; a soft sigh passed her lips each ingress. From Ragna's deep grunts, he found her to be quite the fit. Natural lubricant churned, passageway slick and tight around his organ. She lamented each withdraw fearful he retreats far enough to slip out, ploughing and rutting hard enough to leave her breathless on top of debilitated.

Within a minute of friction, she could no longer remain on her elbows and laid limp on Noel, the blonde awe-struck by the performance. Her face red and clammy, dark eyes lost in ecstasy though appeared fixed on her, Celica looked gone- lost in ecstasy.

Grown a bit too eager, Ragna slipped out, rubbing his erection against her folds. Celica grasped him and aimed at her sex. "You got so excited… Right here," she panted. Her heart thumped and pussy tingled with anticipation. That tingle became a rush of excitement when his head touched her labia. He rubbed the tip up and down her entrance, a wave of arousal sent rushing through her from his probing. Then, with a simple thrust, he re-entered. She pulled on her bottom lip and inhaled sharply filled by his manhood, grunting and huffing together once again until a particularly powerful thrust propelled Celica forward and he pulled out. Her mouth opened to yelp, not a sound heard.

Noel jolted feeling the press of his tip against her sex. Her cheeks burned and she braced for his entry. She gasped as his spurious organ thrust into her depth, back arched, yielding to the impassioned demands of his body and the fervidness he emanated. The deep, amatory penetration deliberating the slivers of flimsy temperance. The ease of entry did not go unnoticed. "You were here for a long time, Noel." Celica commented; Noel's retort interrupted by a rush of pleasure as his cock jabbed her cervix, breath taken away. Juices, hot as sin, affluent.

Noel shut her eyes; her inner muscles clamped around him. Heat surged through her bloodstream, thought process focused on his thickness thrusting into her. Feeling his tip push against the bundle of nerves inside her, dancing on the precipice of an orgasm. Pressure built; tension drew tighter. Luxuriating in the sweet sensation her entire body vibrated she lapsed into passive resignation. Noel knew she had reached the point of no return. She panted his name without modesty as her walls clenched him; her vision hazed- mind fuzzy and body assaulted by waves of warmth, sent over the edge by his rough motions earlier than expected to a toe-curling orgasm. Profound.

Once again on the observing end, Celica awed her persona change. Shameless, she panted and moaned, content with the delicious onslaught. Celica figured a face like Noel's came over hers, perhaps more euphoric and voice louder. The sight sent her heart beating out of control, the clitical friction between the two spurring her hips into motion.

Amid her primal grinds Ragna filled the maroon, her look of shock from changed insertion swiftly became exhilaration. The pressure of his anal entry felt strange, not at all painful like she imagined if a day like this came along. The more he rutted and the more she felt his tip rub against the backside of her nerves, the more she found herself enjoying the intriguing sensation as bolts of excitement shot through her system. Celica held Noel for dear life coated in a fine sheen of sweat, keening into her friend's ear at a deafening pitch.

Ragna reached under to hoist her up by her breasts. He rolled the hard bud of a captured breast against his thumb and sheathed two fingers into her snatch. Then he cupped her chin and turned her face to capture her mouth. Heat and moisture flooded her abdominals as his strong muscle plundered her mouth, the squelch of her sex a beautiful sound which echoed the forest. She writhed and whimpered with need. "Ragna." Barely a whisper against his lips, an urgent plea so close to the end. Her crescendo built up and she arched into his palm, getting closer and closer until, finally, she came. Celica cried out, thrashing as he gave her no reprieve, and as the words of his orgasmic proclamation left his lips spelling the end for their carnal affair, an explosion of warmth filled her.

In need for better leverage Ragna stood up and hooked his hands behind Celica's knees. She gasped hoisted into the air, spread legs revealing her dripping sex and curved up enough to see the root of his shaft. Profuse, semen filled her bowels and seeped through whatever cracks it could. Deep, his continued fervered drives bottomed her out and scrapped the dispensed ivory out along with her sanity.

Sprawled, clouded eyes coming into focus, Noel observed the happenings of Celica and Ragna. Face awash with overlapping waves of rapture and toes curled melted against him, it looked as if her brain short-circuited, lost in her climax and her state enduring as he put her down. Noel couldn't find her voice as he approached and settled betwixt her legs. Ragna turned her around and perched her on all fours. He jerked himself a bit to regain his former length and hardness and slipped between the ample meat. Reaching under, he cupped her glistening mound and dampened his hand enough in arousal for adequate lubricant.

Ragna rimmed her pucker with his slick-covered finger, then pushed in. This was the first time anything had penetrated her ass, the presence peculiar but not uncomfortable. Without hindrance he proceeded to work in and out of her hole and fondled a plump cheek. Told by relaxed muscles she had adapted, Ragna added a finger knowing something larger than a mere finger width would enter her soon and repeated the previous step. Fallen from her high that diluted any sort of pain or uncomfortable sensations like it did Celica, she couldn't count on that.

Before he could enter, Noel covered his target. "Wait… Lay down on your back."

Either too exhausted to query or compliant for smooth process, he listened and Noel mounted him. Grabbing his erection, she slid him inside her bottom. She gasped at the entering thickness, feeling stretched and hot as what entered was no wagging tongue or finger, he entered.

He made a wholly blissful noise, a low rumble of pleasure at the back of his throat. Noel wanted to treat him, a sort of apology for stalking him and pleasuring she and Celica the way he did. She held her breath and inched him in, the endeavor and feeling so intense she had to stop a few times to adjust. With her gaze on his, about halfway in, she slowly and carefully lowered the constricted ring of muscles around his throbbing organ and her anal vice had their intended effect, Ragna elated.

Noel, fastened properly on his crotch, ceased all movements. Braced against his chest she assessed the situation. This wasn't pain, the fear had overcome her and the pressure startled her. A deep breath and resolute to see this through, she resumed her efforts. As she rode him his thickness pushed against hypersensitive walls. Breathing labored her pace quickened and watched in exultation as his face contorted. Atop on dominant leverage she felt powerful and reveled in the position. His hands latched onto her hips, alternating between slow gyrations and moderate rolls.

Copying Celica, she guided his right hand to fondle her breast and yelped as he squeezed, gentle at first, then more assertive. For balance she gripped his thighs, more confident, relaxed, and fluid in her motions now. Their undulations synced and Ragna shifted focus to her breasts, taut nipples hardened to sharp peaks- full of desire and reactive to his touches -mounted her pleasure into a nigh-uncontrollable maelstrom, Ragna unable to remain cordial with his movements wanting release.

Noel gasped yanked down onto him, not given a chance to collect her bearing or catch a breath as he rammed deep inside. Her eyes widen and she screamed, the sensation overwhelming. He drove with an unrelenting burst, her structure trembling. Hedonistic chemicals flooded and fried every nerve ending, feeling as if current danced along her skin. This heat, this state of… haze and mental imbalance felt good, right- as if she's missed something and never known it for so long until now.

In the throes of passion she kissed him best she could, keens muffled by his mouth. He gave no quarter, a reason too not clicking as he edged on the precipice of his climax for far too long. The sweaty slapping of their bodies together became a drumbeat. Abrupt, he snarled into her ear and forced his cock up to the hilt. A sensual shiver ran up her spine as he knotted, both rapt with alleviation. Both bodies shook, blasted by bombs of earth-shattering bliss and fused in one searing, sticky release. He forced her as hard as he could down on his crotch, Noel enmeshed in a paroxysm of ecstasy at the peak of intimacy.

Exhausted, they lay panting in the aftermath, passion-clouded vision cleared, alert and enfeeble. And as he laid beneath the light body of a now unconscious Noel, a thought crossed his mind.

Do I have to carry these idiots?

Fin.