Golden locks.

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Greetings. Just a little something I thought I'd do since I've got a bit of free time.

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They were practically married.

Touma sighed, holding a tray of food. Othinus was asleep on his bed, the day after she fixed the world.

She refused to move from that spot.

Thankfully, she's managed to change clothes. Othinus no longer wore that awful trap style twin lined black leather with cape, hell no. Touma made her wear something decent.

Now she wore a red lingerie dress, barely covering her legs from her thigh down. Showcasing her beautiful figure.

A total improvement.

Index was asleep, resting on top of Touma's head. Othinus turned her into a fairy. Othinus said it was due to some cosmic irony but nothing seem to have changed expect for the size of Index's stomach. Now a single plate of food is enough to sate her needs.

Touma narrowed his eyes.

For now.

He carried the tray, plate filled with two cups of mashed potatoes for him and Othinus.

"Human, do you look down on me?" She asked, one eye trailing her finger as it twirled her golden locks of hair.

"No, Othinus. I'm just worried that you might be hungry is all. Now come on! Nothin wrong with eating some food."

Othinus sat up, causing her dress to go higher and increase the level of skin shown. Touma helped himself in watching her beautiful body move as she leaned forward, lidded eye meeting his.

"Why?" She asked.

She was trying so hard to make a false bravado, to try and pretend that she's still tough. It was through sheer brilliance on her part to take Imagine Breaker and mix it with her own power, effectively destroying the Fairy Spell in the process.

If she wanted to, she could have left him as well.

Yet she continues to waste her time on his bed.

"Why!? Why do you even bother catering for someone as sick as me? Someone you'll never hope to convince in the value of human life!"

Touma simply shook his head. Othinus easily broke in front of him. Not that she didn't, before, to anyone else. But their time together built a bond born from mutual pain and loneliness.

He placed the tray on the table beside the bed, and then placed both hands on Othinus' back, pushing her onto the bed as he nuzzled her neck.

"That's a lie, Othinus." Touma said.

"After all, don't you value mine?"

"I-I..." Othinus bit her lip, and then broke into a cry. Touma felt horrible. He made he cry. That's just all levels of wrong.

He pushed himself up, until he could see her face. Her face was flushed red, her arms open to either side, her hair sprawled into a mess, and he could feel his manhood against her womanhood grinding into something else.

Touma gulped. Othinus started breathing heavily, having huge intakes of oxygen. Her chest rose and fell with each breathe she took. And Touma noticed she wasn't wearing any bra.

It was supposed to be the part where he put a stop to this.

Either that, or he ravages her completely.

But... He understood her.

Othinus wanted Touma to take the lead, in an odd way of communicating the teas second merely to actual telepathy.

They won't have sex.

Touma leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. Othinus closed her eye, giving a gasp of approval upon his kiss.

They'll make love.

Touma pressed his body against hers, grinding hard against Othinus. She arched her back, returning the favor. Her beautiful legs locked against his back. Touma had to pry them off as he sat up. He immediately went to remove hide pants. It happened so fast he wondered if Othinus had a help in it.

Touma managed to remove his boxers when he noticed Othinus curled her arms around his neck, her body so light he didn't find it disturbing he just managed to notice her. She kissed his cheeks, giving light sweet pecks with no hint of stopping.

Touma removed his shirt, and pushed Othinus down the bed.

He raised his hips, and then thrust inside her. Othinus bit her lip for a mos t, before Touma continued thrusting, moving the bed with his passion.

Othinus mewled in approval.

Moans filled the room as their bodies increased in pace. Touma pressed one hand to her leg, feeling the beautiful body enough to truth him on.

He raised his hands to her waist, inside her dress. Othinus moaned, her hands still on his neck. Touma raised her dress, passing her stomach, and then her breasts.

He traced the underside of her breasts, the areola, and then the nipples. Beautiful, truly.

Small but prominent red nipples prompted tasting. Touma helped himself in sucking her breasts. He continued thrusting inside her, feeling so good he would moan if it didn't block Othinus' own moans from reaching his ears.

"Ahh..." She moaned. Right now that was all he needed to keep going.

Touma felt their bodies connect further as he deepened his thrusts, his face and hand on her breasts, taste the sweat on her skin, traveling to lick her face, kiss her lips, and overall just enjoy her scent.

He felt her walls tighten around his manhood, and held her down when her body climaxed. The pleasure left her tongue out of her mouth, and Touma took the opportunity to kiss her fervently. Othinus responded in kind.

Faster. Faster. He had to go faster.

Touma kissed Othinus' neck, taking her scent as he increase the pace of his thrusts.

"Ah!" She cried. Touma felt her right arm glow, Othinus probably trying to use her power. Imagine Breaker, however, had only one master.

Touma disrupted her spell, making her gasp in surprise, and then pleasure, as he continued to thrust inside her. Othinus tried locking her legs against his back, but Touma always moved his own to intercept hers, pushing her legs back to the ground.

Her feet fell flat against the bed, her legs beautiful and her knees up as she tried to get up, arching her back in the process. Her golden hair was a mess, her face flustered, and her dress clung to every curve of her body.

Touma felt his heart burst. It should be a crime for someone to be this beautiful.

He grunted, pushing her legs down, as he finally came inside her. Othinus reached her second climax then, and for thirty seconds Touma came inside her body.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Othinus moaned.

Touma kissed her, his lips full of love. Othinus reciprocated in kind, holding his cheeks.

After coming, Touma parted their lips, but didn't remove his manhood. He looked at her flushed face, the dress pulled upward to her body, the saliva trailing their lips.

Her eye, looking at his, full of love. With each intake of breathe her chest rose, breasts moving and captivating his eyes.

And he felt his manhood harden once more.

With a grunt he pushed his body against hers, Othinus squirming in the grasp of Touma's iron will, as he began thrusting once more.

Food forgotten, Index ate in her own merry potato wonderland.

Othinus bit her lip, but couldn't hold the moan Touma gave her as he thrust inside her once more.

"Ah... Ah! Ahhh!"