Me: Woah. That's a lot longer than I expected.
Ravens: Me too. I can't really say anything regarding this.
Rose: No comment.
Ravens: This is too damn long. I just hope the readers don't get bored reading it.
Me: You're not the only one who thinks that way. I can't feel my fingers from typing and I think I'm going blind being soaked in the computer light.
Rose: Hoshino-sama made the D. gray man and its characters and its story. It's just a fanfiction I made solely for entertainment purposes.
Me: Do we really have to say that?
Rose: Naahhh, just got nothing more to say.
Me: Oh….
Rose: Ah, leave a review?
Ravens: *pang!* We don't say that! Let them review if they want without us asking them.
Rose: Why?
Me: Because we prefer it if they review it if they really liked it.
Rose: Okay. *innocent smile*
Me: Time to go now. BYE! ^_^
"My, my." He chuckled as he slowly lifted his head to meet the female exorcist's eyes. Amethyst eyes met gold filled with malicious intent. "What does a god-chosen and divine exorcist want to a vile and damned noah like me?" He grinned like a Cheshire cat, skin turned gray and crosses appearing on his forehead, wrist and feet just like the stigma on her feet, hints of sarcasm was evident in his tone.
"I want to make a deal." She said as calmly as possible which was opposite of what she was feeling. "I want to punish naughty Allen for playing with little Road. But, I also want to reward him for choosing to stay with the order than going with the noahs on his last mission." This made the noah smirk. It seemed that she knew what had happen in the forest in Ireland. How delightful.
"And how would that be, exorcist?" he said in a husky voice as he felt Allen's lust crawl under his skin all over his body and it ruffled his feathers, in a sexual way.
She stood gracefully, and with long strides, she seductively walked to the noah showing off her slender, smooth legs and lithe frame. Her breast bounced as she walked and her nipples' outlines were showing. She stopped in front of him. The noah in Allen's body looked into her gem-like eyes and shivered as he drowned in the full unadulterated want in them. She slammed him against the wall hard, his head hitting the wall. He winced, not at the pain that was throbbing at the back of his head, but at the way the pain added to his erection. She wrapped her warm, silky arms around his neck and pressed her lips onto his in a brutal kiss. He grunted and tried to fight back but she bit his lower lip so hard that both of them tasted copper as it flowed at the crack of their mouth. Never in his life was he ever wounded by a low rank exorcist, let alone a woman. Whatever fight he put up was completely smeared into nothingness as he admitted defeat. She was more dominant and more savage than he expected her to be with all the crying he saw in his vessel's memories. He felt her clean and pedicured nails dig into his skin. The pain of it spread as her nails scrape his bare chest going south. He hissed at her as he threw his head back against the wall behind him, his eyes shut tight breathing raggedly, when her left hand reached his manhood and cupped his balls in a vice-like grip with her delicate fingers.
She giggled like a school girl, mocking him and his reaction knowing full well how fragile a man's ego is, which doubles over when it was a noah since they think themselves untouchable and high and mighty. "It seems to me that you're very stressed out." Her voice was low and tempting, whispering on his neck. She lightened her grip, then she started to palming him and clenching and unclenching her grip on his balls, slow and gentle this time. "Here's my deal, I'll help you 'steam off' and make the stiffness go away." She gave him the most charming smile she could muster.
"A-and h*grunt*how can that work for you?" he managed breathe out as she kept playing him.
With her other hand she pulled his head to her level and whispered to him. "Allen's reward is that he can put it in and release inside me."
Every syllable she uttered rang to his ears, its vibration tickling its way down his spine that he couldn't stop shivering and arching. His ultimate reaction was to nip at her neck and before he could, she pushed off of him and went back to sit on her chair. He smiled, this exorcist was the only exorcist that made him excited and thrilled. She knew how to play these kinds of games. Or was this maybe because his host got the hots for her and that was maybe why he wanted her too? "And his punishment?" He could feel his thing freezing especially the tip that was moist with pre-cum.
"That's where you come in." crossing her legs and rested her hands on her knee, she continued. "He won't be the only one in control." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone and cradled her face with her right hand, leaning on it, her elbow atop the armrest. "And for that to happen I need your cooperation. But he must not be able to speak, only you can." He scoffed in response. She pointed lazily at his right eye. "But I can't tell if he's really conscious with you in that body. So as proof that both of you are in control, your right eye must change into his gray ones."
"That sounds tempting, but I have another idea." His Cheshire smile came back again and leaned forward. "Why don't I just fuck you right now!" He summoned dark matter in his hands, but didn't felt it solidify and manifest. "Huh?" He tried it again and again but ended with the same result. *Tch*"What the?!" She laughed sinisterly at his effort and he glared at her. If the intensity of his glare could make anything melt, she would be a puddle right about now but still, she laughed.
"You see. Brother isn't the only one who has the brains in the family. I just don't like showing it off because if I do onii-san will just keep me coup up with him and make me help inventing Komulins. And he'll have an excuse to keep me from battle and training." She held her pointing finger to her lips and licked it, seeing her do it made his cock twitch. "And more importantly, I managed to procure a tiny part of dark matter. Don't ask how I got it, best if you didn't know." She started rubbing her thighs together and bit the back of the finger she licked, a short strangled moan managed to escape her lips. The tied up musician just gripped his bindings and swallowed a lump in his throat. This exorcist was such a fucking tease and she was going to pay for it. He would play her game, but he would make sure it won't go as she wanted.
She leaned back and breathed shaky breaths, just seeing Allen's body naked in front of her like that always made her wet and hungry. She was losing control. But not knowing if the one she wanted would feel what she would do to his body made her think twice before doing what her heart tells her to do. Was it her heart? Or was it her body? She couldn't really tell anymore. Removing her bite on her finger she explained further. "I managed to create only one strap strong enough to negate dark matter. It's actually very easy to tear-off that's why it can't be used in battle. But the rope along with the strap is a twin of Johnny's invention, only with a few added features of course."
Her hands started to wonder all over her body. Her right index finger was teasing her knees to open which was slowly spreading wide. Her left hand was clawing her shoulder blade down to her chest and stopped and buried her nails in her cleavage. She was biting her cherry red lips, she couldn't face him anymore, the want was overpowering her, and turned her head to the side, blush and sweat started to form on her porcelain face. With hooded, lustful eyes she tried to continue as she began to stutter. "I-It has the saa-ame features, can't be *ngh* easily torn and taken off a-and can stick to any surface unless given enough force. But this one *huff, huff* this one can negate any activation of any innocence." Unfortunately, both of these things have their own time limits."
Conniving little bitch. Was all he could say to himself to describe her. He scoffed as she finished explaining which caught her attention. He suspected that she already planned every details and flaws of this plans of hers and apparently she could get inside his head if she really wanted to. "Alright, I'll play along but I need you to do something for me." She tilted her head, silently asking what but he just smiled and closed his eyes.
Inside Allen's head was a desolate place, dark starless sky with only a creepy, crescent moon that looked like a side view of a face that had a black hole as an eye, long crooked, witch-like nose smiling an ominous smile to light the sky, white ground with dead black trees scattered around and a black pond was the only things he could see. Out of nowhere, the man that put him there appeared in front of him.
"Good evening Allen~." He greeted in a sing-song voice.
"Neah." He hissed his name and tried lunging at him although that was kind of useless. He was bound in big, heavy chains in a throne–like chair covered in black and gold, which was ironically the same color combinations of the general's old uniform.
"I spoke with Lenalee-chan and she offered me a bargain I could never refuse." He teased as he saw him grow pale in fear then quickly change into fury red hatred.
"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" he shouted as he struggled at his restraints.
"She knows of what you did on your last mission my little nephew." he casually said amusing himself by twirling a button on his coat. He glanced at his vessel at the lack of response and saw a surprised look mixed with dread.
"Ho-How did she know?" he asked with a baffled look.
He raised his arms and flicked his hands so his palms where turned up then shrugged "Who knows?". "Hey, don't look at me. I'm just as clueless as you, beansprout."
"Shut up! And my friends are the only ones who can use that word to me." He shouted at the noah comically but he suddenly looked down and grew gloomy whispering to himself "So that was why she was angry with me. Let me go! I need to explain to her you've been messing in my head!"
"Oh no you DON'T!" He tightened the chains that bound his host when he struggled a little bit harder than the last time. "But I'm not here to waste my time on that matter." He grasped the exorcist's head as Allen tried to get the noah's hand away from him but the musician squeezed harder that he felt his head was going to pop. Everything went blurry at first then all he saw was black.
She was at the edge of her seat, her hands gripping the metal armrest. Her lust was forgotten for a moment as she waited for him to open his eyes. Her heart pounded even harder as she held her breath. Suddenly he stirred, and then slowly he lifted his head and opened his eyes. She gasped as she saw what color they were. His right eye was warm and kind gray, the one that take her troubles away. And the other, was cold and malicious gold, the one that she learned to loathe. "Is this enough proof for you?" the 14th said with a teasing tone.
She sighed in disappointment, truth be told she was waiting to hear her Allen's voice. Then, she stood up and went to him. Without further adieu, she grabbed the back of his head and collided her lips with his in a searing kiss. Her hot red ones warmed his dry cracked ones. Her hunger came back with a vengeance. She dragged her tongue on his lower lip asking for entrance and he complied. As soon as he opened his mouth, tongue battled in a deadly dance for dominance. None of them wanted to back down. Her hands wandered all over his body. She tweak and thumbed his nipples, feeling every lines on his body. Lungs yelled for oxygen, she detached her lips and slid her tongue from his throat down to his peak. She sucked, bit and licked it making it hard against her pink muscle. She took the other one with the same aggressiveness.
All he could do is moan and writhe at her administration. She had bit his nipples so hard he thought they were bleeding. But it was a strange sensation, even though she was now giving butterfly kisses on the scar his vessel received from the annoying samurai, he could still feel her teeth and the cold wind nipping on his hard pebbles. He lavished it, savored it, remembering every pleasure she gave him. It was weird, he was always the one who'd lead, in war and in bed, it was the first time he let a woman on top. It was a change of pace, a welcomed one. Her hands clawed at his back until they reached his buttocks, then giving a good squeeze as he gave a yelp, she giggled. She was licking his abdomen near his pulsating groin. He groaned in impatience and arched, trying to put his very ready cock inside her wet, warm mouth but only managed to touch her chin with it. She purred like a kitten as she saw his need for release. With the tip of her pointing finger, she inserted it in the slit of his head. "Gaahhh…." Breathlessly he screamed as he felt her twirling it with her finger inside.
"Oh my! Are you about to cum?" she tilted her head while looked him in the eye. "Well, I need you to be slick and ready." Intoxicating warm breath hit his dick as she said those words, still she looked at him while she held his shaft in a firm grip. "I'm a little tight, so I need to lubricate you." That was all, and she took him whole. Her tongue twirled and teased his shaft, plunging the tip of her tongue in the slit of the head from time to time. She bobbed her head to and fro as she sucked him like a clogged straw.
He moaned curses after curses as he relished the pleasure he received. He thrusted his hip against her mouth and the wall behind him, the tip hitting the back of her throat making her gag but didn't encourage to stop. Shit! He shouted in his head, he hadn't felt this good in years…. Well, he never felt this fucking high with any women he bedded before. Or maybe it was because of his virgin host prolonged lack of female contact that made the lust in them more explosive than before. But somehow, he knew that they, him and his host, would, could only feel this elated with her.
Hey! I'm not a virgin anymore. Allen's voice rang in his head. He had forgotten about him as he lost himself in bliss.
Yes you are, by my standard. Besides she did the first move, so that proves nothing to me.
Gaaahhh! This doesn't prove anything! She's still mine! The voice of the one he inhabited suddenly echoed back.
Yours? He scoffed. When did she became yours? You're not in any relationship with her so she's still up for grabs right.
The conversation he had were chased out of his mind when he felt her mouth leave his manhood. He opened his eyes, -wait. When did he even close them anyway. His eye bore at her in confusion as she sat back to her chair. He watched her in anticipation as she conjured a bottle behind her seat. It was a little bottle with a semi clear liquid inside. Popping the cap open, scent of lavender wafted to the entire closed room. She was smiling but didn't say anything. She poured some on her fingers and left the bottle on the ground beside her seat. This time, she was blushing mad. She seemed unsure of what she was about to do. She looked away from him, leaned back and slowly raised both her feet from the ground. She hooked the back of her knees at the armrest, spreading her thighs apart revealing herself in front of him to see. The skirt of her nightgown glided down to her stomach. She didn't have anything underneath. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so….delicious. He licked his lips as he watched her reluctantly lowered her oiled right hand, passing the tuft of hair to her womanhood. He watched in eagerness as it approached her core but was bewildered when it went right pass it and saw where her middle finger was headed.
"Gaaahhh!*ngh*" she moaned loudly as she pushed her finger in her ass, her eyes shut tightly in pain and grabbed her dress tightly. It was painful she had to admit. She knew it was going to hurt from the books she read, but not this painful. She pulled it out and slammed it in back again and again. Gosh, it really did hurt like hell but she needed to do this. Yes, she agreed that the 14th can put in with Allen, but she wasn't gonna give her real virginity to anyone else, only to Allen and him alone. Then, she tried to add another. She threw her head back, this time she grabbed her hair and yanked it hard. Damn it! It felt worse and made her tummy feel funny. She couldn't open her eyes in embarrassment. Even though it was her idea and she was doing it on her own will, she felt ashamed of what she was doing. Next, she tried scissoring herself. A strangled cry of pain elicited from her as she gasped for air but continued. Out of curiosity, she cracked an eye open looked at him.
His eyes traced her every move, every heave of her chest with enthusiasm. He watched her play with herself, her gasp, her scream was pleasuring music to his ears like the notes he plays with his piano. And he wanted more of it, he wanted to hear them again but louder this time, to drown on the soft, welcoming embrace of her melody and his most favorite part as a musician, to make her sing his name with it.
No! I won't allow you!-
Riiight, he forgot about the maggot that he's supposed to be in control with. He smirked at him Like I need your permission.
I control half of this body, so I won't let you.
Yes, I allowed you to control half of our body. Well, part of it.
WHAT?!
I promised to share the control of this body with you with the eye for proof of it. But she didn't say if half or part of control.
Then, what do I control?
The hands.
You've gotto be frigging kidding me!
No I'm not. But don't worry, whatever I hear, see and feel, you'll do to. You won't miss anything, He smirked as he continued to watch the Chinese exorcist probing herself and was now watching him too. even the way she will scream my name out of her delicious lips. When she stopped, she was breathing heavily. Beads of sweat formed on her face and slowly stood. It was evident that she felt uncomfortable with the pain on her behind judging by the way she walked to him, pulling at the ribbons that kept her nightgown clinging to her body one by one and the dress fell on the floor forgotten. Her well-endowed bosom bounced as she walked, flaunting her perked up pink buds. Nevertheless, she went in front of him the little bottle in hand. She poured it all over his rod, rubbing it all over him with her right hand, making sure every inch of it was coated with the liquid and pressed her back to his torso, his hard rod digging on the base of her spine. He grabbed the chance to finally get a taste of her and bit her neck making her yelp in surprise. His tongue twirled on her skin as he relished her salty and a little bit sweet taste. Vanilla scent wafted to his nose as strands of her hair tickled his nose and made him bite harder making her breathless.
She couldn't start what she was supposed to do. The bite was painful but strangely arousing. But she needed to start and an idea came into her mind. It was weird but decidedly went with it. So with her left hand, she rubbed her clit hard making her sigh a moan and didn't stop until she felt herself growing wet. With her middle finger, she inserted it to her womanhood making her mewl like a kitten then replaced the middle with her index finger. She was starting to squirm but the noah kept his hold on her neck. The Chinese exorcist lifted her fingers near the bound man's nose. He purred on her neck as she heard him inhale deeply. Suddenly, he released her neck and grabbed her fingers with his mouth.
He really wanted to know what she tasted down there but he was strapped to a wall so he knew it was impossible. But when the smell of pussy came to him, he took no hesitation. She tasted marvelous, sweet and tangy. He tried to seep all the liquid on her fingers and kept sucking, his teeth held them in place. He didn't wanna take it out off of his mouth but when she pulled her hand away from him, he had no choice.
"Innocence, activate." And the round rings on her ankles become a red knee-high, high-heeled boots. She was able to make another bargain with her innocence before she did this. At first, it wouldn't agree to participate but with her persistence it gave its consent. But her end of the deal was something she really didn't like to do and think about. She would contemplate about it on a different time, right now she let herself not to care, just this once. It helped her reach the same height as her little prisoner, now she felt the hard shaft pressing against the middle of her butt cheeks where her ass hole is. She bent over and held his shaft, while the other tried to spread the cheeks apart and aligned the head with the hole. She gulped and prepared herself for the bucket full of pain. If it was really painful when it was her fingers in her ass, what more would be with a dick that huge? Slowly, she pushed him inside. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and shut her eyes tight. The pain was unbearable as she felt herself gave way to his head but still went with it. When she felt the head was already inside she paused to take in deep breathes and tried to get used to it as she held the British exorcist's hips for balance.
Neah almost choked on his breath as he felt himself enter. She was so tight that he thought he wouldn't even fit. He was loosing his mind, the plan he had formed in his head almost forgotten until she stopped. He took in shallow breaths through his clamped up teeth. He needed to do it while he still had some sense in him because he was sure he would lose any thoughts he had if she proceeded what she was doing. "Lenalee…." He whispered in the wind and it seemed she heard him because she turned her head as far as she could and stared at him with wide eyes. "It's time for you to do something for me if you still want my cooperation." He saw her nod, she was blushing and a sweat forming on her cheek. Warmth shot through his heart as he looked at her, she was really beautiful. No wonder his nephew fell for this woman, she was….different. Different than most of the woman he have known. He pushed those thought aside, he didn't like where his thoughts were headed and, most of all, he didn't like being attached to something or anything. It was something that he had no time for nor want and need for. "If you want me to move, you need to say my name."
"Your, name?" she managed to wheeze out.
"Yes."
"Fourteenth?"
He smiled, almost tenderly like a teacher correcting an eager student. "That's my title"
"Musician?"
"*chuckle*That's my alias." Well, it looks like none of the order really knew of him. Go figures. If that was it, then this was one hell of an introduction. "Neah."
"Huh?"
"My name is Neah."
She looked to the side with an innocent-like voice, she tested the name. "Ne. Ah…"
If only she have stared at him a little longer, then she would have seen a gentle smile gracing his lips as she finally said his name. "Yes." Then, he suddenly thrusted forward and grunted breathlessly.
She screamed in pain, a tear ran down her cheek. It was excruciating! She never felt this level of pain in her life, that included fatal wounds she received in battle. She felt herself tear apart and dug her nails in his skin. Thank goodness he didn't do another one because she swore, she would have fainted right then and there. But he hit something in her, something that made her want more. Something that made pain and pleasure have the same meaning.
He felt his cock being crushed by her walls. Tingling sensation from his groin spread to his body and to his finger tips. The gold-eyed noah wanted to thrust deeper in her again. He wanted it so badly, but if he did then that would just ruin everything. He was a control freak, even his brother said so. And he wanted to control her, he wanted to believe he had a grip on her, that he could make her do what he wanted. So he stopped himself from doing anything and settled in taking delight in the pleasure he felt.
Stop it! You're hurting her. Allen shouted at the noah.
She wanted it. He smirked at the boy. And you're starting to want it to. Don't you?
The white haired Brit blushed. It's true that he was starting to like the feeling of her warmth enclosing him, but it had a price. They were hurting her and he couldn't put his feelings before hers. He didn't like the idea of being the one causing her pain.
But I do. He chuckled as he heard the exorcist yelp. It seemed that the boy had forgotten that he could read his vessels thoughts, he really wondered if the boy read his thoughts too. Remember, I am a noah nephew. And we take great pleasure from the pain of the exorcists.
But the internal battle was halted when they heard Lenalee started moaning. "More, please. N-Neah." She begged as she pulled at him to bury him deeper.
See, she wants it just as we do. He goaded his vessel. You want to please her don't you?
…
Then we need to obey.
….. Fine, for her I won't interfere again. Just for this time.
Good. Now just sit back and enjoy the ride. Then he thrusted again with more force this time. She yelled louder, more in pleasure than pain. Her hold never left its place.
"It-It hurts. God, it hurts so bad but I can't get enough of it. Don't stop, the pain. I want more of it. Neah. Please, I. I want more. Neah. NeaAH!"
A smug look was placed on his face as a realization dawned on him. She must be a masochist by nature but haven't known of it. A sadist noah like him and a masochist exorcist like her, what a strange couple they make? Maybe if he gained control of this body, he could keep her. Yes, he could keep her as a prisoner, better yet a slave. Someone who he could have around and did everything that pleases him. A sex slave. He grinned as he grind his hips and already she was mewling again, that was an idea he was willing to entertain. No, that was an idea he will entertain. The though of it made him elated and continued mauling her ass.
Every time she said his name, the harder he delved inside her. His hips started to buck, his dick was as hard as it can get. He was drowning in bliss from his continued assault on her, ecstasy was running to and fro his veins. Her back glistened from sweat. The room reeked of the salty smell of sweat and the musky smell of sex with a hint of lavender and the temperature of the room rose.
She kept chanting his name like it was a mantra as unexplainable surge of electricity run up and down her spine. She could feel him pulsing inside her. Her breast bounced on the rhythm they created. Sweat was running down her neck as her knees started to tremble, her face was flush, beet red. He told her to stand. She did but, she kept calling his name and he kept his fast pace. "Look at me Lenalee." She turned to meet his different colored eyes and he devoured her lips greedily. She moaned his name in his mouth. Out of breath, she pulled apart but stuck her tongue out. He gave a throaty laugh and did the same. Both of their tongues danced around, circling each other but she never stopped yelling his name. The dark green haired exorcist detached its hold on his hips and began stroking herself. This time he was the one who pulled out.
Drenched in euphoria, he felt his nearing climax. How wouldn't he, with their current position it made her tighter and it was getting harder to hold out. He wanted to slow down to prolong the feeling but she kept calling his name faster and faster.
She went back to her previous position, she pinched, thumbed and rubbed her clit harder and harder. The pressure was building in the pit of her stomach. In her mind she was calling a different name, the name she treasured for so long. Allen. Oh how she wanted to scream that name, but she couldn't. She was bound by the rules Neah had set up. It was the only way she could enjoy what she was doing. Thinking Allen was the one doing this to her and she was very giddy to know that she was the one making him cum.
"Fuck. You're still fucking tight as hell. You're choking the cum out of me! Shit!" He growled at her, the pleasure was eating him alive as he kept pounding on her behind. "I'm c-cumming! I can't hold it any longer. Ah! Ah! Ah!" after a few seconds he spurt his seeds inside her. He felt high, wanting to savor it, he rode it out. The sensation making his toes and fingers curl. Suddenly, she screamed in a high pitch voice, arching as humanely possible and stiffened. With the last of his strength she thrusted one last time as he felt himself dump all of his semen he could produce inside her, his eyes rolling back in the utter bliss. She convulsed against him, her voice slowly dying in her throat and her breathing came less and less by the second until he couldn't hear her breathing.
She felt drained and couldn't stand anymore. She sprawled to the ground on her side. Her eyes were closed tightly as she breathed heavily. Any attempt to stand was halted, not only did she have no energy but also every time she tried to move her legs she ends up creating friction between her legs. So she lay there as still as possible, the cold tiles trying to cool down high temperature of her body.
And what a site it was. Her body laid there in front of him, between her legs he could almost see the glistening proof of her orgasm, her exposed breast moved with the heaving of her chest, It's a damn shame I didn't get to play with those. Her ass was leaking of his cum he flashed his teeth in a proud arrogant smile but frowned a bit when he saw a hint of red liquid. Maybe I was a bit rough on her. He contemplated. Nevertheless, it was a site to behold and managed to ingrain in his mind. Soon, he would find out for himself how hard to keep it off of his mind.
Slowly, she stood up and tried to find balance as she walked to her chair. She kneeled and rested her head on the cotton velvet seat, her right hand reached under the seat then lifting it to her face. He cocked an eyebrow, what was with this woman and surprises? She walked to him, grabbed the back of his head and gave him another breath-taking kiss, literally. The woman could really hold her breath while he felt his lungs shrivel up inside his rib cage, his vision was starting to blurry for the lack of oxygen. When he thought he was about to faint, she released him, he gasped for air. Out of nowhere, her hand shot out and held his jaw open, he tried to shake her iron grip off but stopped, his eyes went wide as he watched her bit and uncork the vial she took under the seat and poured it in his mouth. He gagged and tried to spit it out, some of it went to his nose, but as soon as the tube was empty she closed his mouth forcing the fluid down his throat. Then everything went hazy and he blacked out.
Usually, Allen would greet with a smile the chirping of the birds that would wake him up in the morning. But today, he was fucking pissed. He still wanted to sleep, his body ached all over and felt his pounding. But he bolted upright, when he remembered the event that took place last night. He looked around, the familiar four walls of his room welcomed his sight and looked down to see that he was wearing his Pj's that he remembered putting on before he went to sleep. He sighed, maybe it was a dream. But it felt so real that he doubted his initial idea. In the end, he laid back to sleep with his hand accidentally brushing on his shaft only to discover that it was bulging. He squirmed, he still didn't want to get up and get a cold shower. So he decided to take the alternative, went to the door and locked it, looking at every hiding place and every corner of his room for the now big, yellow golem. After making sure no one was going to interrupt him, he went back underneath his covers and replaying the events in his mind while he masturbated.
~~Outside his room~~
"You really did a number on him, didn't you Miss Lee?" Link glared as he leaned on the door of Allen's room with crossed arms at the passerby.
"Did a number on whom, inspector?" The amethyst eyed exorcist innocently tilted her head with her index finger on her cheek. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
The blond man snorted at the act. "I could have reported you to Llevlier." His eyes trained at the exorcist that halted in front of him.
"And you should be careful humping-I mean bumping into Miss Emilia." She smirked as she watched the poor man blushed and chocked for some excuse. "The poor thing can't even stand." Sarcasm intertwined with her voice.
Link, in a loss of words, growled and looked to the side."I said could have but I never said I will."
"Yes, you didn't" she chuckled
"How long do you think it will work?" he whispered in a low voice so no one could hear just incase, his voice changed drastically into a serious tone.
"Maybe a week, more or less." She frowned as she suddenly found interest on the floor.
"Will it stop him from changing into a noah?"
"Not stop, only to prolong it. It was the only thing I could make." She sighed in regret as she looked him in the eye. "He wouldn't change nor hear or be affected by the noah inside him. I hope you find a solution within that time period."
"Does it work?"
"Have faith." Those were the last word she spoke before she walked on. I have faith in you, Allen.
