Eruka was flying through the air on a broom toward Medusa's castle. She was reluctant at first to even get out of her house to help out the kid of one of the people she hates most in the world but she had no problem with Crona herself (and had nothing better to do) so she decided to help the pink haired one.
She only knew him by his name for the most part. Whenever they would have the witches meet, Crona would be only a few steps behind Medusa while their leaders talked and updated them. She would glance at him from time to time mostly out of curiousity of...
She frowned at the memory, feeling ever so slightly guilty. She had only spoken a few words to him one time. After a meet was finished and everyone was either grouping up to talk at the main area or leaving to go about their business and after talking with the Mizune sisters she stated she had to go to the restroom.
As she entered a hallway where the bathrooms would be she saw a familiar Pink haired figure walking about the hall and glancing about the doors, all of them marked womens bathrooms (which she questioned as to why since all witches are female). And as Eruka saw this struggle she stared for a few moments as the pink haired one was walking down the hall. After not finding whatever was trying to be found, Crona turned around and tried to look again but while trying to identify the doors yet again he noticed that Eruka was looking at him with minor interest.
Crona went rigid and paled (which Eruka thought impossible since he was already so pale to begin with) and stared back at her in fright. Eruka, feeling slightly awkward, cleared her throat and spoke to him for the first time:
"Are you having trouble or something?" Eruka asked planely.
Crona fidgetted in his place and stuttered to the point where he was difficult for her to understand. "I-I-I-I'm l-l-ook-king f-f-f-for the-e mens r-r-r-oom."
Before Eruka could try to think any further into the situation or even think about what she was about to say, the words came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
"Why is a girl like you looking for the mens room?"
At the time, Eruka did not know that Crona was a boy. Her and the Mizune sisters had talked about it only once and the sisters had told her that they had heard some confirmation that Crona was female.
After Cronas reaction to her words, the Mizunes information turned out to be false. Crona's eyes had gone wide and his face had gone red from embarrasment. He looked down at his feet and forced himself to try to get these words out as straight as he could. "I-I'm a boy."
Eruka opened her mouth to respond to this with a snarky remark, but the words processed and she went wide eyed herself. "Oh."
Crona did not respond. He wasn't sure how to deal with this.
"Are you sure?" She asked and mentally slapped herself. Alot of the time her mouth moves before her mind has time to stop them from coming out.
Crona couldn't handle the embarrasment anymore and ran past her back into the main room. Eruka didn't stop him when he ran off. She just stood there and let him pass.
She barely knew Crona but Eruka still felt bad to some extent which confused her. She didn't have any reason to actually feel bad for him, so why does she even care to remember that incident? She didn't know.
But the only thing she does feel pity toward him for is the rumors of what Medusa does to Crona, and given Medusa's nature she would not be surprised if they were true. She didn't hear too much detail into it but the basics is that Medusa supposedly abuses her son horrendiously and does horrible tests on him for her scientific projects.
Eruka shook off all of these thoughts as she approached the castle. It was quite large and surrounded by a swamp and green mist. The castle itself look pretty ghastly but Eruka thought she couldn't really complain that much on her end considering she does not have a castle to speak of.
She leaned the broom downword and landed in front of the large doors. She knocked on the door with one hand and used the other to conduct a quick act of magic by snapping her fingurs and turning the floating broom into a puff of smoke. She puller her arm back hand turned into a fist and slammed it into the door three times to try to get the attention of the house(castle)hold.
She waited for a good five minutes wondering whether or not she should just leave. She questioned again why she was even here. She was here for the kid, but was it worth it? The image of Crona running away in embarrasment went through her head again and felt compelled to stick around.
There was a large creak that made Eruka jump with a short gasp but realized it was just the door. She quickly stood straight and composed her face as the door opened. It opened halfway and she saw someone poke their head into view. She oncve again after a large amount of time familiar pink hair. The shy timid eyes as the kid looked at her never changed since the last time she saw him. And as before he held his arm against himself, seemingly trying to hide within himself.
"H-h-hello." Crona greeted quietly with a small shy nod.
Eruka waved and cut to the chase. "So what was the problem you were having?"
Crona stepped aside, still holding his own arm, and made a vauge gesture to follow. "This way."
Eruka took a few cautious steps inside eyeing the inside of the room before following Crona at normal speed while Crona was waiting for her. He understood her not being entirely trusting of their home. He heard the things the witches say about Medusa-Sama (Which most of them were true).
It felt like they were walking forever to Eruka. She knew that it was a castle, but it was so freaking big on the inside! There were so many hallways and turns that she can barely memorize her way back on her own. But if a situation happened where she needed to escape she could always just use a window. They passed by a few so she assumed she could just and poof up a broom.
She noticed a few paintings on the way as well. Some were just pictures of landscapes and such, she saw one picture of a fruit bowl. There was one she eyed closely on the way. She saw a painting of the Gorgon family. Medusa had a plain expression as her eyes seemed to follow Eruka as she walked behind Crona as she sat down in the chair in the picture. She had one hand placed on the shoulder of a small boy that Eruka knew right away was Crona from the pink hair. Crona could have been no older than 4 or 5 years old in the portrait and his expression was... uncomfortable. Eruka expected him to look shy in it, but was surprised to see that he actually looked like an ordinary kid in it. He didn't looked shy or reserved, but his face clearly showed uncomfortable emotions.
This disturbed Eruka a little bit. There was a hand on Crona's other shoulder in the portrait but that was all there was to whoever he or she was. The rest of it was ripped from the rest of the framing and the rips looked like it was grabbed in anger.
Could it have been Medusa's... ?
She was interupted by a sudden bang that caused her to jump as well as Crona. Crona went wide eyed for a moment before walking faster down the halls toward the sound. Eruka, not wanting to be around the picture of Medusa with her eyes, hurried after Crona. They didn't even run for 30 seconds when Crona made a turn then just looked tired and slumped. Eruka raised an eyebrow at this and went to see what Crona suddenly looked dissapointed at.
Eruka stood next to Crona and while Crona looked dissapointed, she left her eyebrow cocked as she observed.
They both looked into a kitchen area of the castle and saw the tall, blonde, evil witch, most feared and respected, and considered to be one of the most dangerous and frightening intelligent witches in all of the witches world...
Rubbing her head groaning in pain with a frying pan in one hand. There pots, pans, and silverware scattered about the ground around the witch. She put the frying pan on top of her head like a said and made a cute pleased sound with a careless smile. She turned toward the doorway and saw Crona and some froggy looking blue haired girl.
Medusa smiled a bright and large smile and waved at Crona and the froggy girl.
"Coco! You brought your friend!" Medusa turned her body more toward froggy and and waved to her with the same amount of entusiasm. "Hi Cocos friend!"
Eruka had both eyes wide open at this point and her jaw was slightly dropped. She was opsitive that this had to be an act of some kind.
"M-M-Medusa-Sama," Crona said timidly. "W-w-weren't we s-s-supposed to me-ee-et in t-the l-l-lab?"
"Well," Medusa recalled with her finger tip on her bottom lip. "After I got dressed, I forgot my hat in the kitchen. I went to get it but it went back into the cuboards somehow and I had to find. Then I hit my head." She pouted and started to rub her own head. "And then I got a boo-boo."
Ragnarok was struggling not to laugh while inside Crona, which made Crona feel bubbly on the inside. But he was too busy brooding to care about the feeling.
"Boo-boo?" Eruka echoed in a shocked voice. She then turned her eyes in Crona's direction. "Coco?"
I don't know how to deal with any of this... Crona thought on the inside.
At least your mom isn't naked. Ragnarok said back, trying to snuff his own laughter.
Eruka was once again led by Crona down the vass hallways with Medusa all the way in the back. As Medusa followed them she was turning and twisting a Rubik's Cube to try to get the colors to match with a look of concentration on her face.
Crona made a turn into a room to show it to be Medusa's laboratory. Crona stood to the side as Eruka entered then Medusa, barely stopping from bumping into Eruka as most of her concentration was on the multi-colored cube. This was actually Crona's first time seeing the lab after the explosion. When Crona got Medusa out of the lab there was too much smoke to actually identify any damage and Crona was actually a little surprised at the site as well as Eruka.
It looked as if a bomb had gone off in that room (quite literally, it did) and there was broken glass, broken pieces of wall, and books scattered everywhere in either messy piles or just in pieces. The mess was in the center for the most part where the remains of a couldron. It looked basically like a large, sharp-edged bloomed flower.
After a moment the smell of chemicles finally hit there noses. Crona scrunched up his nose at the smell. He was used to the smell to some extent having living with Medusa and her experiments but his visits to her private home lab were few, and the smell wasn't this pungent. But he guess compared to last night when he was in there this was mostly a cake walk.
Eruka was not repulsed by the smell but still pinched her nose because her eyes started to water.
Medusa seemed oblivious to the smell and just kept playing with her cube. The smell seemed at.. home for her. She didn't dwell on it too much and just kept at turning the sides.
"Why didn't you open up the window?" Eruka asked as she walked across the room to do so.
"I-I-I was too b-busy help-ping Medusa-Sama." Crona said nervously.
"With what?" She asked as she pushed the glassdoor outword.
Crona opened his mouth and was about to answer honestly, not thinking about what he was doing, but he felt a quick tingle on his back as a sudden hand went over his mouth and the words became muffled.
"What the hell do you think?" Ragnarok said irritated as he formed himself from Crona's back, his head almost hitting the ceiling. "She got gas blasted! She going to be all disoriented and shit and she needed us to help her!"
Eruka jumped at the new loud voice and almost fell out the window she was opening.
Crona at first didn't know why Ragnarok had talked for him but paled at the realization that he was about to tell her about something he was supposed to keep a secret.
T-t-t-hanks. Crona said inwardly.
Don't think I did this for you. Ragnarok said back through his blood. If this frog bitch decides to leave because you couldn't keep it in your pants with your mom, we might be stuck with Medusa like she is forever.
Crona moved his eyes toward Medusa and saw her get a red side and made a pleased childish sound and stuck her tongue partway out and went back into it.
It was way to weird for Crona to see her of all people like that.
Eruka turned back and went to see what that voice was. When she saw a gigantic black monster thing behind Crona she shrieked in horror which caused Crona to jump.
"What in the actual fuck is that thing!?" She yelled and pointed a finger at the black blood creature.
"HEY! I'm not a thing!" Ragnarok said even more irritated. "I'm a goddamn stud!"
"You are ANYTHING but that! I don't even know WHAT you are!"
"H-h-he's Ragnarok..." Crona interjected.
"He's mean." Medusa added at the mention of his name.
"I don't care who it is!" Eruka said her hand now starting to tremble. "What is it?!"
"I'm a Demon Weapon, you flatboard!" Ragnarok shouted. "I was just put into his blood!"
"HOW!?"
Crona and Ragnarok pointed at the distracted Medusa.
Eruka opened her mouth to try to question this further but sighed to herself and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Questions for later." She then composed herself and went about the debris. "Just... stay there."
Ragnarok echoed what she said in a mocking tone then resided back into Crona as he watched her check around the area. Eruka was looking at the broken pieces of glass and book remains near the desimated cauldron. She went to a near by knocked down table and flipped it over then went around the book pieces and put them on the table. After a few minutes of this she had all the nearby chunks from the explosion in little piles.
"W-w-w-what are y-y-you doing?" Crona asked trying to break the silence.
"There is really not much left to salvage to figure out what Medusa was making." Eruka said while sorting out the book pieces. "I can get somewhat of an idea from the smell of the chemicles alone. I recognize some of them. But other than that, theres not much I can really do except try to figure out what books she was working with."
Crona's posture took a relieved movement. He had a chance of getting her back to herself.
"IF." Eruka stressed out the word. "These are not single copied texts. These aren't like the mass produced books most people get. Some of these are- WERE really old."
And like that, Crona's little hope had diminished. He sighed aloud.
Eruka heard it. "It's possible that these were copied, kid. Some of the witches tried to make multiple copies of older texts, but we have to really limit the number to make less of a chance for mundanes to find them. If Medusa had put the effort into doing so, that is."
And as she finished the last statement, she finished the last of one of the "Puzzles". She was able to get 3 title covers together. The books themselves were in alot of disrepair but at least she got the names down.
"Alright." She said poofing paper and a pencilout of thin air and scribbling down the titles. "Now all you have to dois run these at the library in the witches world."
She then turned to Crona and handed him the paper.
"THAT'S IT!?" Ragnarok said popping out of Crona's back and getting his face into Eruka's, firghtening her. "WE COULD HAVE DONE THAT!"
"Then why didn't you?" Eruka retorted trying to appear brave.
"WE DON'T KNOW HOW ANY OF THIS SHIT WORKS! THAT'S WHY CRONA CALLED YOU!"
"What can I do if I don't even know any of the compunds!? Or recipies!?" Eruka shoved his face out of hers. "Look, if you go and see if any of the texts are in the witches world, you can call me back and I can try to see if I can mimic what she did and see how it went wrong."
"HOW CAN THAT EVEN WORK!?" Ragnarok got into her face again and shoved her back a little with his large head.
Eruka responded by punching him where his nose would have been knocking him backwards a way, making Crona almost backflip.
"Because," She said agitated. "If I can see what she did wrong, I can possibly make a cure out of it. If not, you'll have to either wait what is happening to her out, or just live with her the way it is." She looked at Medusa who seemed uninterested, satisfied with the cube with a dumb concentrated smile that was on her face for at least 10 minutes. "It could actually last forever."
"B-b-but...!" Crona said while regaining his balance. "I-I-I can't go i-i-in there a-a-alone! I w-w-wouldn't kn-know how to d-d-deal with it!" Crona said shakily and in worry. "And if I-I-I do they'll k-k-kill me!"
"Why?" Eruka asked unemotionally.
"B-b-because I-I-I'm not a w-w-witch. And I-I don't h-h-have Medusa-Sama to g-g-go with f-for a c-c-chaperone." He did, but with her in her current mind, it would not bode well.
"I thought you were part witch?"
"O-o-only i-i-if your bo-born a g-g-girl."
"But you-" Eruka stopped herself before she embarresed the boy again. She pinched the bridge of her nose again and groaned to herself. "Look, kid. I personally have nothing against you. You seem like a nice guy, if a little bit on the weird side, but this is more than I thought it would be. I don't feel like looking through directories and shelves for books that probobly aren't even there for hours on end." She walked past him and the Ragnarok still rubbing his face. "Sorry, but you're on your own from here."
Crona should have expected this. He actually did, but her showing up in the first place sparked some hope for him. She was his only hope. She was the only witch he actually knew on some level, but only because Medusa mentioned her a handful of times in the past (though most of it was insulting). He was aware that Medusa had two sisters but one is supposedly dead, and the other one seemed to have dropped from contact. Granted, Medusa mentioned quite a few witches, but the only one he remembered by name was Eruka.
Crona gulped. He didn't want to do what he was about to do. He didn't even want to fathom how to deal with the consenquences. Everything inside him told him not to do, from the teachings of Medusa herself told him it was something that he should never do.
As he said the next few words, he shook as he said it: "I-I-I-I-I"ll o-o-owe y-y-you a f-favor."
Eruka stopped in her tracks. The words were so stuttered that she almost didn't catch what he said. Even Ragnarok was shocked into silence.
Had Crona said this to any non-witch, or even any non-mostly magical creature/person it would probably have meant close to nothing except by the invidual persons word. But for a witch, it was much more. Favors were not used lightly by witches. It is within the witches nature that if they have to (A/N: For lack of better words on my end) ask for a favor, that is a binding help way deeper than just words, it is held within the soul, where the witches magic resign, that they return it at full price. Witches do not throw favors about lightly, at least the smart ones. And any mundane would know better than to even ask a witch for a favor, for the binding held between a human and a witch from said favor is just as strong as that of a favor between two witches.
Crona is far from mundane, but he is also not a witch. But being raised by one, Eruka knew that Crona knew the price of what he is asking.
"I am going to pretend I didn't hear that, Crona." Eruka said quietly.
Crona flinched but held his ground, which surprised him and Ragnarok both. "I. Will. Owe. You. A. Favor." Crona said each word as a sentence to reinforce his statement, and to attemp not to stutter.
"Crona." Eruka said seriously and turned to look at him with a serious expression. "You know what I am. You know that when you make that offer, then is no going back. Had this been any other witch they would have taken up on it without a second thought and what they decide to do with it will be something you just have to live with."
Eruka walked up to Crona to face him with her arms crossed. Crona was actually intimidated by the girl. It felt weird that someone shorter than him could hold so much authorative aura in them.
"If you are serious about this Crona, just say it one more time." She waited for his reply.
Crona gulped and took a deep breath and said it one last time. "If you do this for me, I will own you a favor."
They were all surprised that Crona didn't mess up with the words. Even Medusa at this point was staring at them as they walked, a worried and troubled expression on her face. She didn't know what was going on, but Coco seemed to be doing something very important and very risky with the Froggy girl. She hoped Coco was going to be okay from all this, whatever he was doing.
Eruka stared at Crona for a moment more, before taking the paper from his hand. "I accept."
Crona didn't really have any magic to feel anything supernatural, but her words themselves felt like a small weight was on him. Medusa's brow furrowed, not knowing how to describe the feeling, but felt as though she felt it many times before.
Eruka once again went down the hallways, hoping to rememeber the way to the door. If not, she'll just fly out one of the windows.
"W-w-wait!" Crona called out. "Do you n-n-need m-m-me to g-g-go with y-y-you?"
"No." She called back without looking. "You stay here. I'll come back if I find anything. Stay here and take care of your mom." And with that, she was gone.
"That's some balls you had there Crona." Ragnarok said, actually impressed with Crona. "To think, you actually had pair. Maybe you'll finally grow facial hair."
Crona ignored that last comment. "I-I-If it m-m-means g-g-getting Medusa back t-to normal..."
Medusa came next to Crona and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. He forgot she was even there. Crona was not used to the look she was currently giving him: concern.
"Coco..." She said then shook her head and corrected herself. "Crona, are you going to be okay?"
Crona blushed and looked down at his feet. "Y-y-yeah..."
Medusa didn't really believe him, but she didn't want to press him on it. She brought her forhead to his to at least let him know she was there. Crona blushed even deeper but didn't say anything. He shouldn't try to even get used to this kind of Medusa. This wouldn't last long anyway...
Crona heard a sniffing sound and saw Medusa shoving her face in his chest. He blushed again, deeper than before, and backed away a little. "W-wha-?"
Medusa then brought her face away from him and stretched the front of her shirt to her face a took a whiff. "We smell like science."
Crona arched an eyebrow at her statement and took a whiff of himself. She was right. They were in the room for a short amount of time, but there clothes smelled like a lab explosion.
Crona picked up on his own irony and frowned at his pun.
"I-I-I guess we'll have t-t-to t-take a s-shower."
Medusa cocked her head to the side, childish curiousity her expression. "A what?"
"..." Crona knew where this was going, but didn't want to deal with it.
Crona didn't really get a say in it though.
"... A-and then you t-t-turn turn this knob to m-make t-the water come o-out of the s-shower nozzle." Crona explained and turned the knob to show Medusa who awed at the explaination.
Crona at first just wanted to take Medusa to the shower in his rooms bathroom to to bathe, but Medusa said that there was one in her room she found when she looked for clothes (Crona was surprised that she didn't think to check her drawers first, but then he remembered the Amnesia). Crona didn't want to into Medusa's washroom because he was already uncomfortable as it is to go into the bedroom itself without the actual Medusa's permission, but Crona didn't want to upset any Medusa so he bit his tongue and decided to just help instead.
Crona was actually surprised at just how big her washroom was! Crona's bathroom was a simple 6x6 with a small sink right next to the toilet, and a smell glass shower without much room to move. But Medusa's was bigger than Crona's bedroom. Behind the door with Medusa's bathroom (Which was also large and lexurious) was another door which led to Medusa's washroom. The room was more of a Japanese style that Crona used once on one of his missions so he was able to help explain to her how it worked, with a large bath in one corner of the room, big enought to fit at least 10 people laying down inside, and on the other side three shower nozzles with shower heads that have different pressure settings.
But a nagging thought was what if Medusa remembered what happened even as she is right now? What if when Medusa regained her memories and questioned why he was in her room at all? Why he would make such a deal with another witch, knowing the consenquences? What if that got leaked and made him look bad? She obviously wasn't herself, if not literally. And what if she remembered what they did last night?
That thought made Crona's blood run cold (Much to Ragnaroks annoyence). Ragnarok had given Crona a quick and somewhat vauge explanation as the day progressed through their mind link, and Crona was baffled at what happened. To share that kind of intimentcy with his own mother... and the fact that he took it up while she was not in the right mind...
Crona knew he would get punishment when and if she remembered. He'll just have to except whatever it is. And knowing Medusa, it will not be pleasant.
"Crona?" Medusa asked again, in a more loud tone. Crona realized she had been trying to get his attention and he turned to see what was wrong.
Crona's face turned dark grey at the site. Medusa was already naked as the day she was born standing in front of her son shamelessly without modesty.
"W-W-W-WHY ARE Y-Y-YOU NAKED!?" Crona asked backing up a little bit.
"You said you had to get naked to bathe!" Medusa reminded him. "I kept asking you why your still dressed!"
Crona forced himslef to calm down and tried to keep what little composure he had left. "Why w-w-would I undress?" He asked. "Y-y-you don't n-need me for th-th-this, do you?"
"You told me how to use the soaps and stuff!" Medusa said defensively, crossing her arms under her breasts to add to this, making her breasts perk up. "But we both smell funny! And you said we had to take a shower!" Medusa raised an arm to point at the rest of the washroom. "So let's do that!"
"N-n-not at the s-s-same time!" Crona said turning to leave the room slowly, trying to drown out the dirty thoughts. "I-I-I have a s-s-shower i-in my r-room... I'll see y-y-you when we're b-b-both done."
Medusa frowned yet again. She didn't understand why Crona was being distant. She didn't know anyone except for him, the Froggy girl, and Ragnarok the meany, and Crona was the nicest put of all of them. When she hugged him after Ragnarok was being a meany, Crona was... warm. Very warm. And he seemed happy then. Why wasn't he happy now? Medusa wanted to understand what was wrong, but it doesn't seem like Crona would tell her much.
She felt like she needed to do something to make Crona happy. Her memories didn't go back further than this morning...
Wait. She remembered a little bit... more. She remembered a little bit of something that happened not too long ago. She was then sure it was last night when she thought about it. She didn't remember much about that except that she felt good, and so did Crona. She did something that made Crona feel good, made him momentarily happy.
If she wanted to see him happy, she needed to keep him in the washroom with him.
"Crona!" Medusa called to him before he reached the doorknob that led to the bathroom to the bedroom. He stopped and turned his head to look at her nervously.
It made her sad the way he looked at her like that, but she would have to worry about that later. She put a hand on her hip and her hip was thrusted a bit to the side. "What does being mom mean?"
Crona opened his mouth to answer then closed it to frown a little bit in thought. Crona didn't actually know how to say it. He thought about it and just said some of the first things that came to his head. "I-i-it means... y-you g-gave birth to m-me." Crona said dumbly.
Medusa didn't really know what that meant, but she pressed on. "So I brought you here. Or something like that, right?"
Crona nodded slowly.
"Does that mean you have to do what I say?" She asked, proping her elbow on her crossed arm and brought her finger to her chin. "Right?"
Crona winced. But after a moment he turned away and nodded, which made her feel bad, but Crona should be happy soon. "Then if I say you have to wash up with me, then you have to?"
He again nodded.
"Crona," She announced in a childish commanding tone, but didn't want to sound too forceful. "You have to wash up with me."
Crona sat down on a stool as really warm water washed over him from one of the shower heads. He kept his head down and let the water hit the back of his head and drip over his face.
"How does that feel, Coco?" Medusa asked as she got a rag and scrubbed his back for him, forgetting to not call him Coco.
Crona felt quite uncomfortable at first about doing this in the first place, really wanting to just go back to his room, wait there until Eruka came back with some way to make a cure, actually make the cure, then have Medusa back to more than likely punish him. But after the warm water had hit him, the stress seemed to wash away a little bit.
The shower in his room didn't really have warm water. It wasn't too bad, though. The water may have been actually cold for him, but not cold to the point of being unbarable. He was able to wash himself fine, but the shower wasn't exactly his favorite part of the day. The hot water in here though was actually quite nice. Crona may be in an uncomfortable situation, but he tried to at least enjoy this small pleasure while he can.
"It f-f-feels nice." Crona said quietly as she scrubbed him up and down, which was actually nice too.
Medusa smiled to herself. "Good."
Crona actually smiled to himself a little. He knew he shouldn't get used to this, but he thought he may as well take the little pleasures.
Medusa stopped and stood up. "Okay. Your back is all scrubbed!" She announced. "Now it's your turn to wash my back."
Crona went wide eyed and his pupils dialated. He had forgetten that this was something you take turns with. And Medusa was still naked.
But he instead nodded hesitantly and stood up and sidestepped a bit so Medusa could take his place on the stool. She stepped over and placed her bottom on the stool and let the water wash over her body. "AH!" She exclaimed, pleased. "That feels nice." She rubbed the front of herself a bit to let the water slide a bit as she washed herself a little.
Without a word, Crona grabbed the rag and tentively started to wash her back. He tried to not apply too much pressure as he washed her. He also tried not to really focus on her back and looked a bit to the side.
Medusa frowned, not really feeling too much of the rag on her. She turned around and saw that Crona was looking to the side and just kind of guessed where he was supposed to scrub.
"Crona~!" Medusa said with small smile. "If you don't attention to what your doing, it won't be done right. And you not scrubbing hard enough. Don't be afraid to dig in there."
Crona nervously nodded and Medusa turned back forward. Crona gulped to himself and did what Medusa requested. He looked at her back and began to wash her properly.
Crona's fingers dug a bit into the rag to apply a bit for pressure and his fingers sunk into the rag which in turn sunk a bit into Medusa's soft skin, causing her to moan in delight. Crona concentrated more on Medusa's body with his eyes and the touch of his hands and took more of Medusa in than he did last night when they... did the deed. It was mostly a moment of lust then, but this was something more different, noticing alot more.
Medusa was really soft. It was a different soft than that of like a blanket or a pillow. The soft that Crona could feel through the rag was somehow better than that. Crona didn't really kn ow how to describe it, but the close he could get to with words was a Natural Soft. As he got lower with the washing, there were other parts that felt better to his sense of touch as he progressed. When he reached Medusa's midsection, lower back, then rump he was breathing hard a little bit. Crona took his time washing Medusa's but which earned a small gasp from the blonde witch then he touched her butt. Crona was in a small world of his own when he got there. He rubbed it up and down, side to side, and just decided to get good feels in.
Medusa was in a small world of her own as he did this. She enjoyed his touch, and the feeling of his hands on her body, firm but gentle touching althroughout her back felt amazing. And on top of that, Crona was enjoying himself which made her very happy. She wanted Crona to be happy, and he was definitely feeling enjoyment from this, and Medusa felt more in this because of that.
Memories of last night started to flood into his mind. He didn't get to really pay attention to her body in detail as he did now, but he remembered the things they... did to each other. To makew each other feel good. He remembered seeing the same butt bending over and opening up for Crona to stick his member in. He remembered the tight and warmness and the pleasure going throughout his body. He remembered thrusting, giving them both enjoyment that Crona could say he never had in his life. He remembered-
He remembered that it was wrong. Crona's eyes shot wide open and he hastily took his hands back to stop from feeling anymore. He looked at her body shivering a little bit from the intimency, which made Crona afraid a little. This was wrong. He had to remember that. From what Ragnarok told him, this was not something a mother and son does. He looked down at his member, hard and throbbing. So hard that it hurt when he bagan to pay more attention to it.
He was disgusted with himself.
Medusa snapped out of her own trance and dazzily wondered why Crona stopped. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw Crona holding his crotch down with both of his hands to cover himself. A look of shame on his face was so fierce that he looked like he was about to cry. Medusa frowned and turned forward. She felt as though if he knew she saw him, he would be too scared to do anything. She didn't want that, so she played dumb about it.
"Why did you stop?" She asked innocently.
Crona snapped from his self pity and did his best to keep his voice composed. "I-I-I'm d-d-done Wa-washing your ba-ck." Crona said and stood up. "I-I-I'm done b-b-bathing. I-I-I think I'll s-s-start cooking d-d-dinnner..."
"Wait!" Medusa said quickly about to turn around, but remembered Crona's face. She cleared her throat and tried to sound as natural as possible. "But we're not done yet." She said smartly. "You still haven't washed my front..." She said and listened to hear if Crona makes any odd moves. She heard his feet shift a bit and heard him rub his face, more thank likely to rub his eyes.
"B-but-"
"No buts." She said firmly. "I'm your mother. You have to do what I say!"
Crona made a resigned sigh. He pushed his erection between his thighs and walked stiffly to hide his "Shame" and walked over to her and he sat down on the stool behind her. "T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-" Crona stuttered badly, then gulped trying to prepare himself for what he was about to do. "T-t-turn around."
Medusa rose a little and turned around to face Crona. Crona once again took in Medusa fully. He looked her in the face and first took in her features. He rarely ever saw Medusa smile. And the current Medusa's smile was sincere, something Crona never really saw in Medusa. Her smile was radient, and her features were well defined. Pretty. They made eye contact and her smile widened with actual enjoyment.
Crona quickly looked away and concentrated on the rest of her body for washing, which nearly made his erection come out from hiding. Her shape was very feminine when he actually paid any attention to it. Wide hips, large thighs, long legs, slender arms and body. But the main thing that caught his attention was her breasts. They were large, and very nicely shaped, the nipples a pretty shade of pink.
"Is there something wrong?" Medusa asked innocently. Crona snapped out of his trance before he looked between her legs.
""Y-y-yeah." Crona said and began to wash her. He started with the top of her chest just above the breasts hoping to avoid them altogether. He was already trying to do his best to keep himself under control, but he was near the brink. He went around to her sides and worked down to her lower stomach.
"You missed a spot Crona." Medusa said and pointed to her perky tits.
Crona cringed and his hands began to shake. He slowly more and more losing his cool, and he didn't know how to deal with it. His crotch was so hard and twitching so bad that it threatened to pop from between his thighs and reveal itself. Why did he have such a hard a time with this? This was his mother! He remembered a long time ago Medusa washing Crona until he was old enough to do it himself, and each time it was an unemotional experience. Lather, rinse, dry, done. Why was this so different? All it was was lather, rinse, dry. Then he was done.
While he was distracted Medusa had grabbed his hands and put them on her bust with a small smile. "Be sure to wash them throughly." She said and crossed her arms behind her head to give Crona a good view.
Crona's face turned even greyer than before, and his cock finally poked free in the air but he did not notice this. His mind was on the task at hand. Crona gulped and realized that he squeezing them. His right hand had the rag the filter out some of the feel out of Medusa's left breast, but the right hand was bare touching her right one. He saw his hands sink into her breasts, his fingers digging in to hide themselves into the feminine softness of her bust. His mind clouded yet again and his hands explored all areas of her boobs, feeling all around her chest.
It felt good. It felt good for them both, for Medusa because he was playing with her in a sensual way which she hoped Crona would do, and for Crona to explore a womans softness again as he mindlessly enjoyed himself, which made Medusa happy. She remembered that this stuff made Crona happy the night before, though fragmented, she got the jist.
Crona's hands brushed over her nipples a few times, and Crona decided to test the different textures of them. He dropped the rag from his right hand, breathing hard, and went for pinching her nipples gently. He let his thumb an forfinger rub the appearing nub as it went from soft yet firm to just hard, and Medusa at this point was gasping aloud in pleasure at the sensitivity of her nipples being pinched. Crona wanted to suck them. Like last night, when he sucked on her breasts as she stroked his member up and down, and up and down, up and down, building up preasure until he-
Crona gasped as his cock suddenly spasmed and his body tensed as pleasure shocked through his spine through the rest of his body, then semen shot all over Medusa. Medusa felt the warmness as Crona's cum pour all over her stomach and breasts. She smiled widely. This should help ease Coco- CRONA for a bit.
Crona's dick twitched a few more times when his cum stopped shooting out, and after the pleasure of that ended he breathed heavily as his neaves started to calm themselves. Crona made a pleased sigh and looked up and saw what he had done to Medusa and his blood went cold.
"S-S-S-SORRY!" Shouted Crona as he grabbed the rag he had dropped and hastily washed his jizz away from Medusa's body, which she groaned displeased at. "I-I-I-I DIN-DIN-DIDN- I-I-!"
"Coco..." Medusa said calmly making Crona freeze in his speech and movement. Medusa wiped the little bit of cum left on the top of her breasts with one hand and used the other to lift Crona's chin to face her. Crona looked shocked as Medusa put the cum covered finger in her mouth and made facial expressions of physically enjoying the moment. She pulled her finger out of her mouth with a audible pop and gazed at him lustfully. "I only washed your back. I didn't wash your front."
Medusa pulled the dazed Crona to his feet with no struggle and switched places with Crona, the water now pouring into his back. Medusa skipped the rag altogether and grabbed the bottle of soap and poured it onto her body, quickly lathering herself up, much to the aroused Crona's confusion. After Medusa was done, she scooted forward and placed herself on Crona's lap, feeling Crona's stiff member on rubbing against her lower stomach. She then rubbed the front of her body on Crona's, washing him with herself.
Crona groaned at the feeling. His hard on was slippery against the soft, now somewhat slimy flesh, rubbing him in ways he quite enjoyed. He felt his Medusa's nipples rub against his, the softness of her breasts squishing against Crona, feeling her every movement. Crona started thrusting against her and grabbed her bottom for leverage as he pleasured himself, no longer caring about consequences. He only wanted to make himself feel good.
Medusa felt Crona grabbing her butt and thrusting, making her giggle. She finally did it! Crona is finally letting her take away his stress! She pulled her upper body away a little to see Crona's face. Crona's eyes were glazed over and his mouth gaped slightly, the air coming out of his mouth heavy. Medusa used one of her hands to lift Crona's head up, his stareless gaze looking into her eyes, and she pressed her lips to his. Crona's eyes widened with some awareness as to what was happening. Medusa lips felt so soft against his that he went back to his gaze and kissed her back.
Crona wondered if all women were this soft.
Medusa's tongue pushed against Crona's lips asking for excess for french kissing. Crona parted his lips and felt her wet, warm tongue go to wrestle his. Crona accepted this challange and there tongues fought. Crona felt the pressure build up. And moaned loudly as he started to feel really good.
Medusa stopped abruptly and pulled away from Crona, making him whine, wondering why she stopped. Medusa winked at him and went on her knees in front of him. She gently pushed Crona backward gently letting the water from the nozzle go over his chest and member to wash away the suds from the soap. She then grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward back into his original position placed her hands on his inner thighs, rubbing up and down gently. She then placed her mouth on Crona's tip.
Crona felt his body spark in pleasure and gasped aloud at the feeling. He felt Medusa start sucking on the tip making him jerk a little forward into her mouth. It felt incredible for him. Medusa pulled back and looked at Crona and opened her mouth to show a drop of his cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed it, which made Crona's dick throb again. Medusa brushed her hair out of her eyes then put his dick in her mouth, holding his thighs for leverage. She brought half of Crona's hardness in her mouth and used her tongue to lick all around him while in her mouth as she sucked him off.
Crona gasped and spasmed as Medusa worked him, Crona feeling the entirety of her as she bobbed her head back and forth with her eyes closed savoring his taste as if it were candy, which for her may as well have been. Crona again wanted to grab her head to force her down all the way, but the back of his mind advised against it. But not because he feared to anger Medusa like the night before, but because he didn't want to hurt this Medusa. If it were any other time, he would have questioned that last thought, but the thought went away as soon as it came, but Crona instead used his hands to hold the sides of the stool he was sitting on to keep himself steady.
Medusa only sucked about half of his cock, but from the small thrusting Crona started doing and the way he was now clenching his eyes shut when she glanced at him, she knew he was close. She went to sucking a fourth of his cock and brought her soft hand to rub off the rest of it. As Crona gasped louder she increased her pace until Crona groaned loudly and tilted his upper body backwards as he released himself into Medusa's mouth.
Medusa felt Crona's semen shoot down her throat. She swallowed it as he came, but didn't let up on her movement. She slowed down as Crona's dick stopped shooting his seed, trying to make Crona's orgasm last for him as long as it could. Crona started to breath again, gasping for air.
Medusa pulled Crona's cock out of her mouth with a pop, which Crona moaned at. She kissed the tip and winked at Crona. "You let out alot. It was pretty thick." She glanced at Crona's member and saw it was still hard and twitching. "And yet your still rock hard."
Crona blushed and turned his head to the side. Medusa stepped forward and kissed the side of Crona's head. "It's alright. We can go again if you want." She gently grabbed his chin to make him face her, which he did without much resistence. "Do you want to, Crona?"
At this point, Crona didn't really think too much about consequences or morality. He didn't even think about the deal he had made with Eruka not even an hour ago. The only thing he thought about that moment was the woman in front of him, gripping him gently by the jaw, looking at him with lust, seriousness, and...
Crona's widened a little. This Medusa had been with him for most of the day, but he didn't actually pay attention to her body language, something Medusa had taught him for fighting perposes. The way her eyes were partly closed, the way she smiled at him with, Crona was sure, hid no malice behind behind it (Which Crona knew was the only time she ever actually smiled was when, in Ragnarok's words, "Shit was about to go down"), and the way she was being genuinely gentle with Crona...
This Medusa seemed to actually care for the pinkette.
Crona's heart skipped a beat at this realization. Crona only knew these kind of emotions from watching other people while he went about his missions, jealous and sad that other people can have friends or family to care for one another, watching familys laugh and go about their business without a care in the world. It had hurt Crona to know that that was the way family's should have been, and had never get the feelings they did, but never dared to mention this to Medusa.
All thoughts holding Crona back went away at that moment. Consequences and morality didn't bother him that much as the shower scene progressed, but now all worry about it was gone. Right now, it was just him and the Medusa that actually showed affection for him.
"C-c-c-can w-we..." Crona stuttered making himself blush a bit more. Crona felt Medusa's other hand touch his cheek, stroking her thumb under his eye. Crona gulped and asked again. C-can we do i-it some more..." Crona paused, wondering whether or not to say what he wanted to say, then decided to hell with it. "...Mommy?"
Medusa smiled brightly and again pressed her lips against Crona's. Crona pressed his against hers, making the kissing sounds audible in the large room.Medusa pulled away and looked him in the eyes again as she said: "Of course."
She reached over and turned off the shower and took a few steps back, pulling Crona with her. Crona slipped in the water and cried out in surprise as he pushed Medusa backwards into the ground. Crona's head landed into Medusa's breasts as Medusa collided with the tile floor. She didn't hurt too much, but falling into the ground is never fun.
"Owie..." Medusa said.
"I-I'M SORRY!" Crona said quickly. "I-I-!"
"It's okay, Coco. It was an accident."
Crona was about to appologize more but his gaze fixated on Medusa's breats again, specifically the pink nubs of her nipples. Crona, without another word, locked his mouth around her tit and sucked.
Medusa gasped in surprise but then she knew what Crona was doing and stared at the top of Crona's head adoringly. "You really like boobies, huh?"
Crona hummed yes in response and kept sucking on her soft skin. Medusa smiled and held Crona's back with one hand and stroked his hair with her other. She said nothing as she did this. She just let Crona have fun with her tit until he was ready, which she knew was soon. She could feel his dick throbbing against her thigh. Medusa was getting wet between her legs but again said nothing. Right now was about Crona. Her needs could wait.
Crona switched between nipples every few minutes and used one of his hands to pinch and run the other one as he did his business. This felt right for Crona. This felt like something he needed to do for a long time. He felt his dick throb and harden even more, something he didn't know it could do. He wanted to keep sucking a little longer but unlatched his mouth from her instead. He pulled himself up to align his cock with her pussy, his second time looking at it. Medusa and Crona looked down between both there legs to watch Crona make the connection.
Crona grabbed his cock and aimed it to the hole. He pushed, but his cock slipped and rubbed over her pussy instead. He tried again impatiently and missed once again. How did Medusa do it again.
"I got it." Medusa said and grabbed Crona's member, making him shudder at the touch, and aimed it a little lower then Crona originally did. "Now."
Crona quickly nodded and pushed himself inside to his hilt.
This time he didn't miss and both their eyes widened from the connection. Crona again was more aware of the physical feelings and took them in instead of just mindless pleasure.
Medusa's insides were tight. Warm. Gripping. Wet. Welcoming. It felt like they were gripping him, trying to squeeze as much pleasure into him as possible.
Medusa was seeing lights in her vision. Her mind was mostly blank as she went into a state of ecstacy from Crona being inside of her, feeling his head agaisnt her womb.
Crona slowly pulled out to his head then rammed back full force.
Medusa moaned as Crona rammed himself in and out of her with desperate pace. Shivers of pleasure had went through both of their entire bodies at Crona's thrusting. Crona felt Medusa tighten around him as he went in and out giving him more pleasure to the point that he was moaning out loud, joining Medusa's own sexy noises.
The sound of meat smacking against meat filled the room with the moaning. Crona felt arms go around behind his neck making him open his eyes to see Medusa pressing her lips against his, moans escaping into Crona's mouth with every inward thrust. Crona closed his eyes and returned the kiss with equal eagarness laying his body on hers, pressing against her form.
Crona was near his breaking point. "Medusa..." Crona moaned into her mouth, then moved his head back to say his words clearly. "I'm going to..."
"It's okay." She whispered. "Do it inside."
Do not!
Crona's eyes widened at the inner yell at his head then recognized the voice.
Don't what? Crona whined back with impatience, still thrusting about to hit the point of no return.
Ragnarok didn't respond, but Crona did one last final thrust and realised. Before anything could shoot out, he felt his pelvis forced backwards out of Medusa and came on her lower stomach instead. Medusa let go of Crona and fell to the floor on her back gasping for air. Crona's body tightened and contorted until the waves of pleasure simmered down. When it did, Crona was very annoyed. He didn't feel Medusa push him off or anything, so Ragnarok had to have something to do with it.
Why did you do that!?
Ragnarok and Crona were surprised at his sudden outrage.
Reganrok was only surprised for a second, then switched back one of his natural emotions: anger.
WHY!? Ragnarok yelled, making Crona flinch. ISN'T IT OBVIOUS!? I JUST SAVED YOU FROM A LONG TERM FUCK UP!
What do you-?
Crona stopped when he heard more moaning from under him. He looked down and saw Medusa's eyes closed and her face red from blood rush. Crona looked down and saw that Medusa was masturbating right under him, his own cock not even 2 inches away from her hand at work.
"Y-y-you didn't...?" Crona asked.
"N-no, I didn't." Medusa said shyly, turning her head to the side. "It's okay, you already finished. I can take care of myself here."
Crona felt bad. He had been going at it with mindless glee, and he hadn't even considered how Medusa was on her end.
Without saying another word, he gently grabbed Medusa's hand and moved it to the side, confuding her. When Crona shoved his still hard cock into her she gasped loudly and gripped Crona's shoulder at the sudden penetration, waves of good feeling going through her.
"B-b-but, you already...!"
"I-i-its okay..." Crona said and pulled her into another kiss. "I c-can go a-a-again."
Crona-! Ragnarok started.
I won't finish inside her. Crona promised as he tongue wrestled her. But let me let her finish.
Ragnarok Tch!ed but kept silent.
Crona then went back at a steady pace to give Medusa as much pleasure out of this as she could, and she was liking every second of it. Thanks to Crona's girth he was able to hit Medusa in the right spot with his movements making Medusa's vision go white with ecstacy, nearing closer and closer to climax. She had been already close to begin with before Crona pulled out, so it didn't take him long to get her close.
""Coco," Medusa cooed in a tight voice that Crona enjoyed. "I'm so close."
"Okay," He said in a dazely voice. "Go ahead."
"NO!" She said, then held onto him tighter, surprising him. "Cum with me! Just hurry up!"
Crona complied and quickened his thrusting. With the sound Medusa was making, and the way her pussy was vice gripping him, preparing quite literally trying to squeez every drop out of him possible, he had no problem catching up with her. His thrusts again became desperately quick, and Medusa's moaning had been reduced to loud pants.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She announced and dug her finger nails in Crona's shoulders, Ragnarok hardening his blood to prevent skin penetration.
Crona was already over the edge. "I am too!"
"Cum! cum now!"
Medusa came, tightening on Crona's member more than ever, nearly making Crona keep from pulling out as her juices had shot out around his member. But luck was on his side and when his orgasm released he popped himself out and shot again onto Medusa's lower stomach. Crona then noticed that there second round had gotten his first shot all over there lower bodies. Crona wasn't too worried, they were in a washroom after all.
After their pants and shock had subsided, Medusa noticed the stickness on their bodies.
Medusa pounted in childish dissapointment. "You didn't cum inside! Now were all messy!"
"S-s-sorry..." He said. He then laid against her, using her breast as a pillow, hard nipple poking his cheek but he didn't mind.
Medusa smiled and stroked the back of his head with one hand and laid the other across his back. "That's alright. Do you feel better?"
Crona remembered the stressful events of earlier that day, but they seemed less horrendous then he felt previous. He smiled a little to himself, something he rarely ever does. "Y-y-yeah. I do."
Medusa bent her head down and kissed the top of his head, making him blush. "Good."
Ready to hear the part on why your dumbass? Ragnarok asked after Medusa had stroked Crona and babied him for a good 3 minutes.
Crona didn't respond, just continued to lay his head on what was definitely softer than any pillow ever as Medusa pampered him with his eyes closed.
Ragnarok took that for a yes. Crona, Raganrok solemnly. Do you know where babies come from?
Crona opened his eyes at this and frowned in thought. N-no. M-M-Medusa-Sama thought th-that there would be n-no need for m-me to kn-know stuff like that. She s-s-said that with wh-what she has p-p-planned for me, th-there would be no n-need for me to k-know.
Ragnarok then felt really bad for the kid and nearly didn't want to ruin Crona's good mood. But if he put this off, it would only get worse later.
Pay close attention to this, okay Crona? You already know some of what I am about to say from what you did just now and last night. Ragnarok was about to start, thought about what he was about to say, re-thought about the phrasing, but decided to just tell Crona how he was told.
When a mom and a dad screw each other... Ragnorok didn't really have good rolemodels when he was a child, and before he became a blood weapon, so he hoped Crona got the point.
Crona listened intently, taking in Medusa's naked comfort as he paid attention. His expression changed as Ragnarok pregressed in his talk. Interest. Confusion. Stupid grin, because he already did that part. Worry. Concern.
... AND the last thing you did was screw her without a condom, and creamed inside her. Ragnarok paused and went for broke. He went this far, no need to sugar coat it. Theres a chance that your mom is carrying your brother-son.
Then Crona's face was filled with complete, udder horror.
He didn't know how to deal with this.
End Chapter 3.
In the last year this story has been up for adoption, NO ONE has shown any interst in completing this series themselves, and I hate to see fanfictions just die because the authors just seemed to stop caring about their works. And because no one wanted this in thier own care, I will continue this story myself. Only 2 chapters, and this thing has 26 reviews at the time of this bit being written. I had alot of time going thinking into this for the past year, on and off when I was bored at the chance no one would adopt this, and I am still thinking of what to do with this thing, what turns I will take story wise.
But know this right now: I want to write books as a profession one day, and this does mean only smut. If I am continuing this, which I think roughly half of the reviews asked I think, I will have to make the story be a story, not just smut every chapter (But I know some of you are here for that, well, Maybe most of you) but I will try to make it something that you will all enjoy I hope.
I have 2 fanfictions I will be working on total now, and I hope to put more time into this (I will not lie, I procrastinate ALOT) and I will update this whenever possible.
And for those of you that follow me as an author, I am back.
I really hope to myself that I don't do these draggy authors note at the end of each chapter, but I hope and thank everyone who read this so there in the know.
~Turtyrus
