The quest was to gather items in a distant forest island. Djeeta thought it was a quest rewarding enough despite its ease and safety. They needed the items for upgrade catalysts, as crafting materials, and for trading when they return to the cities.
The airship went its course and it landed safely in the middle of a wide enough clearing in the forest. Djeeta ordered the crew to split up into small groups of three or four. The groups were then assigned in different areas to get the job done as quickly as possible so they could leave by sunset. However in her party, she ended up with just one other person.
"So... why are there only two of us in our group?" asked Belial as they hiked to their designated spot. He looked around the thick forest and saw nothing of interest.
"Many reasons," replied Djeeta. "One, you still creep people out and I can't have you bothering them; two, someone has to keep watch over you; and three..."
They eventually reached their assigned location. It was a thicket dense with towering trees and large boulders. There were animals but none threatening enouhj to warrant a battle stance. Djeeta inspected one of the boulders and chipped away a small iridescent crystal effortlessly with just her gauntlets.
"We need some crystals like these," she ordered. "Get going, crew!"
"Aye, aye," he replied unenthusiastically.
After a few minutes of searching in silence, the two of them managed to gather several crystals similar to the one Djeeta had acquired. Belial, bored, stood up from his slouching position and approached his captain.
"So what's the third reason?" he asked.
"What 'third reason'?"
"You said you had three reasons why there's just the two of us in our team. You stopped at the third."
"Oh! You meant 'that'. Well... I guess I forgot!"
Belial slammed his hand onto the tree Djeeta laid her back on, hitting just beside her head. His other hand reached for her chin. He then leaned closer, their noses just barely touching. She tried to avoid his gaze, chasing with her eyes imaginary squirrels that leapt over the tree branches.
"You aren't being honest with yourself, are you, Djeeta?" he asked. Djeeta trembled at his words, but not with fear.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'll make you talk."
He placed his hand on Djeeta's thigh and made his way up her skirt. Already familiar as to what was underneath it, he reached to find the ribbon on the side of her hip and pulled on it. She panicked at the sudden looseness of her panties and fidgeted her hands around her skirt.
"You!" she breathed aloud. "What are you doing? What are you..."
Before she could say another word, he placed his fingers in the cavity between her legs and started stroking her gently. She held ber breath, breathing only with near silent gasps as he twirled his finger around, toying with a small bump hidden inbetween her folds.
"No!" she gasped. "Not there! That's where..."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Belial gave that little bump a gentle pinch with his fingers. She screamed and immediately covered her mouth to prevent any further noise.
"No need to do that," he said. "No one is around. You can scream all you want." She took her hand off her mouth and laid it on the tree on her back. He continued his motions, running his fingers down her folds before entering her cavern. With no hands to cover her mouth, she let out a full moan.
"It is totally different to how I do it myself," she thought. His fingers were graceful as they glided inside her, her nectar aiding his effort. Suddenly, he gave her walls a hard press, sending her writhing in ecstasy where she stood, moaning, not knowing where to put her hands. She was like a helpless puppet, obeying his every whim.
He knelt down on the ground and dived his head into his skirt. At first, she had no idea what he was trying to do, only realizing what it was once she felt a surge of warm pleasure that made her squirm with excitement. It was his tongue. The sensation of his warm tongue was even stronger than mere fingers. Her body convulsed to his every motion, be it tongue or finger. Her legs felt weak, edging further apart. Belial then held up one of Djeeta's legs into the air, allowing him better control of his handiwork.
She was about to come. Djeeta grabbed onto his hair with both hands as though bracing for an incoming airship collision. She arched her back and pushed her hips forward. As though his tongue had pressed a switch, out came a torrent of her nectar. She let out an uncharacteristic howl as pleasure surged throughout her body. Belial let go of her leg and caught her collapsing frame into his arms.
"I doubt you're satisfied with just that," he said. "There's more to come... only if you tell me what you want."
"What?" she asked, her speech slightly slurred with her mind still foggy from the recent surge of pleasure. "What do I want?"
"You have to tell me. Why did you plan for us to be alone?"
She held her breath. She was reluctant to voice her intentions. She felt annoyed that she was being teased, but her heart also pumped excitedly, looking forward for what was to come. "I wanted to be alone with you so we can do this," she said. "We can't be loud in the airship but we can right here."
"Please be specific, Djeeta."
"I want you... inside me!" she yelled. "Mess me up! Make me scream!" She realized later what she had just said, embarrassed at her sudden honesty.
"Alright then... stand up and place your hands on that tree."
Djeeta did as she was told. Her legs regained some of their strength so she stood up and placed her hands on the tree she was resting on earlier. She ended up bending over forward, a position Belial was keen on taking advantage of.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping them down to his thighs. The fallen angel's full length penetrated Djeeta in an instant and his girth spread her open, making her let out another deep moan. His flesh felt hot inside hers and she felt it warm up even more when he moved his hips in a thrusting motion, grabbing her hips to make them move as he did. She pushed against the tree, allowing him to push harder and deeper inside of her. As he picked up the pace, the forest was filled with her moans and the indecent sound of their flesh clapping against each other.
She came again. She moaned through clenched teeth, now helpless against the second surge she was feeling. She felt as though she was melting, her body being sapped of more of its strength than before. She panted heavily, not caring about the saliva dripping from her mouth. She wanted to collapse badly onto the ground. Her hands started to loosen their grip on the tree.
"I'm not done yet, though," said Belial. "It's not fair that you already came twice while I haven't yet."
"Wait, are you serious?" she asked, but those words never left her mouth. She was too exhausted to speak. His words invoked fear into her; she was not confident about lasting another round. However, that fear also came with excitement. She wanted it. She summoned her last stores of stamina and forced a single syllable with her breath: "more".
Belial caught her body from behind by the arms as Djeeta finally lost her grip on the tree. Their arms were locked together by the wrists. Her body was now dangling like a half-raised drawbridge. He heaved forward; her upper body felt momentarily weightless, going into freefall. As gravity and Belial's strength sent her back, her hips slammed with the full force of her weight onto his hips, sending in a massive shockwave through her body. Her consciousness exploded with sheer pleasure. He continued the cycle in rapid succession, like a blacksmith rhythmically hammering on his anvil, sending shockwave after shockwave more than she could physically or mentally handle.
For that moment, she was a slave to her pleasure. She wanted nothing else but to feel it. She did not care how humiliating her position had to be or what Belial had to do to her in order to get it; she cared only that she got it. She could hear his voice calling her name. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth was left agape, moaning and dripping with drool. She realized it; her very being was corrupted into something that craved nothing else but to have Belial's essence etched into her soul. Her vision faded, her head went numb, and she was rendered unaware of how it ended.
"Djeeta... Djeeta..."
"Djeeta! Djeeta! You're finally awake!" she heard Belial say as she opened her eyes. "I can't believe you fainted midway!"
"Wha... what happened?" she asked, trying to remember. She could only recall fragments, to which she flushed red with embarrassment.
"You were out cold for hours so I did your share of the whole rare item business." Belial brought out a large bag filled with all sorts of rare-looking trinkets and potentially useful items.
"Good job!" she said. "I knew I could count on you! That's reason number four."
They walked back to the airship, her legs still shaking from the whole experience. Djeeta offered to carry some of the bags but Belial insisted he carry all of them, noting her inability to walk straight. All the crew members with bags went below deck to load their cargo. Once all the crew had been accounted for, it was time to depart.
"All hands on deck," she said with a commanding voice. "Start the engines and prepare for lift..."
She could not finish her last command. She felt a sharp pang hit her in her stomach. She clenched her body tightly as the pain seated her on the deck.
"Captain, are you alright?" asked Rackam, alarmed by the sudden situation.
She could feel it. Something was coming from her throat. She zipped past Rackam with a burst of speed and grabbed the side of the hull. There, she heaved and unloaded all the contents of her stomach. A few minutes later, she was done, her eyes tearing up in pain. She realized what it was and her eyes widened in shock.
The nearby crew, Rackam and Katalina included, was sent in shock and wonder. Questions began to fill their heads. Could it be airsickness? The airship had not even lifted off yet. What kind of captain gets airsick anyway? Was it something she ate? Was she poisoned? Is she...?
Upon asking the last question, Katalina had arrived at a grim realization as she looked upon her captain in horror. It was the only question that made sense. Still, she took it upon herself to be the one to ask the captain directly. She helped Djeeta up and gripped firmly on her shoulder.
"Whose is it?" asked Katalina with a serious look on her face. Djeeta looked aside. She was aghast at how quickly Katalina arrived at the same conclusion and asked the most biting of questions. She could not bear the sight of Katalina's face. She did not want to answer the question. She knew that Katalina already knew and only wanted her to say it out loud.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Whose is it? Answer me!" she yelled. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! It's from that vermin of a fallen angel, isn't it, Djeeta?"
"Do NOT call him vermin in my presence, Katalina!" replied Djeeta with her own serious voice to match Katalina's. "You shall not insult him any further!"
"So it's true, huh? You fell for that vermin's charm, the vermin that plagued this airship for the past few months. I can't believe you actually did it with that snake..."
A sharp slap on Katalina's face cut her off mid-sentence. Djeeta looked at her furiously. That slap was all the confirmation Katalina needed. That slap was all it took to explain to Rackam the entire situation.