The eastern coast of Zofia was no stranger to harsh storms. On the contrary; the people that made such shorelines their home were familiar with how to use the weather to their advantage, and built their livelihoods off the showers that graced Mila's land. Not that Mae was focused on the rain pounding over her head; rather she was far too focused on emptying what little contents of her stomach remained over the ramparts to the jagged rocks below.

"ugh…now I see why the bishops kept us from this stuff…Mother Mila, this is the WOR-URP!...st." the rosette groaned as she stumbled away from the edge. Thanks to the weathered yet sturdy canopy above her, she was kept mostly free from the storm, with what little that blew in thanks to the wind acting more as a relaxing caress for her horrible post-inebriated state. Her half-done dress was thoroughly soaked, but besides causing her skin to crawl it had no other impact on the mage.

For the better part of the hour she'd been out here, trying to piece together the missing parts of her previous night. March went bad, turned around, a feast… did she actually eat anything? Now that she figured, she must've had at most a single helping of whatever fish they'd be chowing down. The rest could only have been the wine that had ben brought out from the storeroom… just the thought of that wonderful, painful elixir would've made her heave again, if not for the fact her stomach was thoroughly exhausted.

At some point she must've left, probably to find a chamber pot… that's probably where she'd wasted the rest of the night. The mage DID recall wherever she'd ended up being rather fowl and cramped… but there was something else she was missing.

Mae resisted the urge to bash her head against the stone; partially to jog her memory, but mostly to get the damn buzzing out of her head. The first two…three, chambers she'd stumbled into had been either empty or…the last one was occupied! Going further, she distantly recalled turning for the door after admonishing…well whoever it was in the room. Might've been Leon; she did recall getting a salty rebuttal…. Hadn't she gotten a reprimand the last time she walked in on someone's private quarters?

Whatever had possessed her to lean in an mash their lips together was lost to the duo. She didn't know what kind of life he'd lived, only that feeling his rugged fingers run through her hair before pulling her closer was all that really mattered. With a wanton moan she wrapped her nails around his shoulders and pressed her covered yet hard nipples into his broad torso…

Mae sputtered as she cleared the haze in her mind. This was NOT the time to be thinking of Genny's little projects! The last thing that the mage wanted was to recall the meek little clerics surprisingly harsh words after the rosette had started reading her secret works. It had taken about a week for the two to get back on speaking terms, and even now Mae now had the foresight to knock rather than barging in.

The mage rolled her shoulders, wincing at every protesting muscle. Hands down these were the least comfortable beds she'd ever had the misfortune of sleeping in. Sure being plastered probably didn't help, but there was simply no denying that the spreads in this old fort were long overdue for being carted out and trashed…or at least set on fire. She might as well have slept on rocks and sticks; sharp, hard, long, sticks…

The slight rustle of fabric accompanied the act of her nightgown being pulled up. She reared back as his calloused hands caressed her boobs, letting out a groan at the sudden warm assault. With the rosette's stomach being pressed against the unforgiving wall, her body was trapped between cold stone and warm flesh. Her sole piece of underwear was torn away just as his pants had been kicked off by her shortly before.

Dimly she felt something long, hard, and HOT push it's way between her thighs; just beneath her trembling core. As the obvious girth started to push into her legs, the carnal motions caused her pajamas to fall again over his hands and her breasts. Whatever protest she'd had planed was cut short as she felt him rear down and attack her neck. With the threefold attack on her neck, tits, and thighs, Mae grunted as her ass grinded along the abs of her mysterious lover…

Great, so she'd had a lewd dream. While being utterly shitfaced and traveling with a combination of friends and utter strangers. Mae might've called that the worst thing, if not for the fact her only nightgown had finally given way. The left tie had been broken earlier. How she'd managed to do it was beyond her, especially considering how utterly inebriated she'd been at the time… honestly, that would probably have been a sufficient enough reason.

*KRACK-BOOM!*

"Oh piss off; I've shot bigger bolts!" she yelled as she waved her fist. And now she was arguing with a storm… things were just getting better and better it seemed. Given how crappy she felt now, it really was remarkable that her outfit was mostly in order. Come to think of it the only thing she'd missed seemed to be her shaw. She'd waste time getting it later; for now she needed to keep yelling at the heavens like any other sensible person…

The Mage's curses were cut short as her rougish captor captured her lips once more. Rather than bite back, the nubile woman sobbed at the loss of her maiden barrier, taking little solace in his comforting ministrations along her back. He; a monument of war and destruction that could break the mightiest stone. And yet now he was so gentle to her and her delicate state. The sweet nothings that broke his lip lock meant little to her, only that once she'd gotten comfortable to press back, he quickly took over again.

With only the sheet she called a dress reared over her heaving chest, the Mage reared back and screamed…

Of course it had to be THAT passage of all things. The ONE time she'd stumbled on the hidden tawdry tome located in the back of the priory's library and been caught by a particular Sister. No matter how much she insisted to sister Isette that it had been an accidental discovery, the woman simply didn't budge and insisted that "Pleasure of Self is Mila's will; supplanted only by Pleasure of Others" with a coy knowing smile.

Whatever; it's not like she'd been planning to get invited to any Zofian galas; not with all the messed up shit those blue bloods indulged in. Ignorance really was bliss, and Mae would've been happy to be naive for the rest of her days rather than learn of the debaucherous revelry their 'betters' partook in. Now she just needed to find some way to get this crap out of her head…

…Well THAT wasn't going to help.

Whatever attempt to look back were dashed by him grabbing her pigtails and pulling back her head. Even with the sloppily applied lube it still hurt like hell as he bottomed out inside her ass. Behind her, the mystery man continued to piston into her puckered bud with animalistic grunts and thinly subdued groans. Each thrust caused her already puffy eyes to water as she bit back every whimper, moan, sob…and purr.

The pain was immense…but the pleasure that ensued was MORE than worth it.

With such an overload of euphoria and agony, the rosette's words came out stilted and crude. While she was normally far from reserved, she also was hardly one to use such coarse words, least of all so callously. But as she felt her arms give out and landed face-first in the freshly stained sheets, the blasphemy that spewed from her lips would falter even the most stalwart of seamen.

So on and on they went; her mystery lay using the all-but ruined pigtails as reins as he kept demolishing her rectum. All the while she cursed and cried and pleaded for more. All the while having her hair pulled back like a filthy randy filly…

Okay THAT one was way too specific. The first few flashes could be waved off as coincidence, but getting sodomized was simply too vivid for her to ignore. It also lined up far too well with her soreness and confusion earlier. It's not like she even had vivid enough memoires of passing out on a chamber pot (what a small comfort to know she HADN'T slept in her own bile shit), so that would only leave one explanation for what had happened.

So she'd fucked someone in the group…great.

"GUUUUHH!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Where did a damn Cantor come from?!"

"By Mila, they're at the DOOR!"

"Everyone outside NOW!"

…Good, targets to blast to pieces.

"Will you two focus?! We're not done yet!"

Another Revenant crumpled away from her arcane power. Before she could even fall to her knee and collect herself, Genny was already healing her spent life-force. While the uttered gratitude was somewhat rote, that didn't mean Mae wasn't genuinely thankful for her ginger-headed friend's assistance. It gave her time to process her bum hand…Mila preserve, her butt hurt.

So what were her options then? Out of the four that were traveling with them, one had ended up doing the (probably) drunken tango with her… but who?

Leon…yeah no. Even if she'd been a initially skeptical of the archer's flamboyance, it was now clear that the man's tastes were genuine. Beyond that she recalled there being some…definition, of a sorts, underneath the specimen that had ravaged her; the kind that the svelte archer noticeably lacked. If anything it could've been Kamui… not really an appealing thought.

Valbar…holy hell that was horrifying. Not so much the thought of sleeping with him, after all he was a nice enough guy and she could easily see his warmth and caring translating to behind closed doors. But the man was BIG; a colossus of muscle and strength that made her feel like Genny would around…well, anyone. Just imagining what kind of monster lance he could be wielding…well that would explain the prolonged soreness.

"MAE!"

The rosette cursed as she avoided a swipe from the spook that had reared up to her. With hate blazing in her eyes and thunder crackling between her fingers, the mage unleashed a devastating point-blank blast. While the Revenant was mostly obliterated, the fragments that remained had the unfortunate luck of landing in her screaming maw…

When Mae was young, she'd often sneak out of her room for some midnight snacks. One time she got a sausage that had been imported from the mainland; it was one of the tastiest morsels she'd ever had the pleasure of eating. She must've spent quite some time savoring the new treat, and this time wasn't proving to be any exception.

When dining with others, the rosette had been instilled with the sense of decorum and decency to eat with utensils. But seeing as how she was alone (at least she was somewhat confident she was; a natural trait only bolstered by her generous helpings of drink the night before), it only felt right to indulge in a little immaturity. Sitting underneath a blanket eating a stolen meal…she felt just like a kid again.

For some reason she wasn't planning to chomp down on this sausage… whatever the reason was lost to her however. Instead she opted to relish the meaty treat with her tongue whilst her thinly gloved digits caressed it's oddly persistent warmth. Without much sense or textile feedback due to her gloves, Mae couldn't rightfully tell what was queer about the meat dish, only that something was just the slightest bit off. Perhaps it was the odd shape from being sloppily formed; why else would there be a massive bloat on one side? And what the hell had it been dipped in to make the taste so repugnant?

Still her tongue persisted, ignorant of her nose's disapproval or her limited sense of touch not lining up. Even when the sausage started to throb she continued on, daring to pop the knotted end into her mouth despite already rebuking it several times. Yet it wasn't until her wayward tongue reached an recession in the bulbous meat did she finally recall something more tangible.

Her mouth suddenly filled with an odd taste as a peculiar cream worked its way down her throat…

"Mae? Mae! Are you all right?!"

The aforementioned mage finished wheezing in time to key back into what her companion was asking. Without even turning to face him she placed a finger up to indicate her pause before finally looking up.

"What? Did you get some ashes in your mouth?" he asked as he handed her a canteen. Mae took a large swill before coughing out her reply.

"Must've; whatever's swirling around in there is playing hell on my tongue." Mae bitterly explained as she handed the drink back. She hadn't expected to feel the surpisingly warm touch of her friend graze her knuckles as he took the offered canteen.

Maybe it was just her frayed nerves, trying to rationalize her wicked night and find a rainbow in the storm of doubt and regret. Perhaps it was the residual drink making her less dismissive of her niggling feelings. Whatever the reason, the oft-boisterous girl looked into the concerned eyes of her oldest companion.

She'd been wrong; there WAS another candidate…

"…Thanks, Boey."

"Oh just kiss you two; save us all the headache." Mae groaned as she massaged her stiff neck. While the battle had been understandably taxing, coupling it with her late-night antics made the pain all the worse. Now that the battle had passed and her early-morning adrenaline was capped off, the rosette wanted nothing more than to craw back to bed. Only when Genny responded to Kamui's paranoia did she deign to chime in again.

"I had WAY too much of that wine. No idea if that was me or not though, can't remember a thing." Mae bluntly admitted, rolling her gloved fingers through her hair and letting out an un-ladylike belch. No sooner had the last word left her lips did she realize just how involved she clearly was… Not even the revelation that Kamui couldn't have been her bedmate was much in the way of a comfort.

"Oh Earth Mother, this is the worst." She groaned as she stumbled, being caught by Boey before she could hit the ground. She didn't even bother to look at the apparent disapproval on his face as she continued to curse her plight.

That was it for her part of the conversation; whatever happened afterwards was beyond her scope of caring. Only when she heard her friend ask if she needed help did she have the gumption to finally reply. "I ca-can handle myself." The instant absence of his arms left her questioning if she regretted her decision. "W- Who does that guy think he is? I don't need hel-"

The copious amount of spells she'd been flinging around finally came to collect their toll as Mae stumbled forward. The rosette flinched as she awaited the unforgiving stone to rush up and smash her… and only when it hadn't come a healthy four seconds later did she realize that she was being held up by someone's arms. Arms that her body was MORE than familiar with.

'…Oh shit.'

"…Shutting up now."