This is another Chaos path story that occurs after taking Heim, but before the Hanging Gardens.

This fiction is very loosely based off of the hotsprings scenes in Agarest: Generations of War (Or Record of Agarest War, depending on where you live). I've never approached this particular kink before, so it's interesting and I hope I do it justice.

Be aware of female/female relationships and masturbation.

Shame

"Denam."

Denam waved the voice off, not caring to be disturbed. The assault on the Hanging Gardens was to be dangerous and unknown, and Denam had to plan for every possible circumstance. He was currently looking over supplies, troop values, reports on morale, as well as reading through Lodissian strategy manuals, trying to see if there was anything he might glean into Loslorien's motivations for flight into the Gardens, which seemed to Denam nothing more than prolonging the inevitable. In his obsession he was ignoring some of the more minor reports of disobedience and abuses, instead handing them off to his Captains as he focused his attentions on the more pressing matters.

"Denam!"

The voice was loud now and Denam frowned. He attempted to ignore it again, and succeeded, until a large gloved hand came down right on top of his papers. Denam looked up with a glare, meeting the eyes of one Diego Azelstan, who was sitting on the edge of his desk lazily. Denam sighed, and attempted to push aside Azelstan, who wasn't budging.

"Is there such a problem, Azelstan, that you would barge into my office and disrupt me when I've given specific orders to not be disturbed? What did you do with the guards?"

Denam came off harsher than he intended to, but he was worried, nervous, and knew that everything was hinging on the results of the next battle. A glance at Azelstan showed that the elder didn't seem to care, instead shrugging as he replied.

"There's an emergency, boy." Shocked, Denam got up and drew his sword. He was ready to call for the guards when Azelstan moved to silence him. Denam eyed him curiously, not sure what was going on. Azelstan lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned in to Denam. Denam unintentionally moved back at the invasion of his personal space. "You need to come quickly and quietly, else we won't be able to save them!"

Denam noted his severe expression and while he felt that something was off, Azelstan likely had a reason for what he was doing. After a moment of hesitation, Denam finally nodded and walked towards the door. Azelstan slid off of the desk and waved for Denam to follow. They were silent, and Denam felt himself looking about cautiously, looking for any impending threats. He ignored the salutes from the Bakram soldiers stationed around the castle, eyes remaining on the shadows. Azelstan, in contrast, was calm and pleasant and was that a tune he was humming? Denam found himself overwhelmed by annoyance. How could he be so calm when there was danger nearby? He said nothing, forcing himself into calmness. There was no need to attack Azelstan; it was his own stress that was putting him in a foul mood. Azelstan had not done anything.

Azelstan stopped before the exit to the gardens and motioned for Denam to be silent with a finger to his lips. Denam nodded his understanding and they both quietly walked outside. Denam was glad he lacked armor, for it would have impaired his stealth ability and likely would have caused him to be caught. Azelstan pointed down a small path to their right, motioning for Denam to go in that direction, while showing that he would go to his left. So, they were to split up, Denam concluded. Once again, Denam nodded, grasping his sword as he moved cautiously through the foliage.

Denam walked for a moment until he heard soft laughter. No, it wasn't laughter; the sound was two soft voices speaking in a worried, feminine manner. He immediately ducked down behind a nearby bush, trying to get closer. Women were just as effective warriors as men, Denam knew from experience, and no matter how happy they sounded, they could use their voices as a lure, like Sirens in the tales of the sea. He moved cautiously along the path of bushes and flowers until he reached a clearing. He heard their voices before seeing their faces, but was instantly able to place them as Olivya and Cressida.

"You seem to know a lot about it."

"Not really, I must admit. As a healer I've become familiar with the human body, but I've not done anything like this."

"You forget, I'm a healer as well. My specialty in healing just happens to fall outside the living. This is a completely new experience for me."

What was this about? Denam kept his blade drawn and turned around, gently rustling through the bush to get a better view. Denam's eyes went wide as he saw the scene in front of him. Cressida's dress and hood were down, exposing her lean figure and small breasts; her long red hair flowed down her back and swayed softly in the wind. Denam cautiously looked over to Olivya, who had her boots off and her cloak had fallen to the ground beside Cressida's veil. Her arms were across her chest, trying to protect against the soft chill in the autumn air, only causing her breasts to be pushed forward tightly against her robe in an all-too-inappropriate way for a Sybil. Denam turned his eyes down, but didn't move. The way her breasts had been pushed together was firmly etched in his mind, a harsh contrast to his memories of her as a young girl when they would play nude together in the streams. Forcing his mind away from the very inappropriate subject at hand, he went back to the current problem: Where was Azelstan's "emergency?"

"Come now, Olivya. I thought we'd gone over this already. I've exposed myself for the world to see, it's your turn. We'll get nowhere if you refuse to remove your robe."

"I know. I swore I wouldn't back out, and I won't. Will you please help me with the buttons down the back?"

"I would be my pleasure, please turn around."

Denam felt himself grow curious. What were those two doing? He cautiously raised his eyes when he heard rustling from the direction of the women and his breath stopped. Olivya faced him, holding her hair up on her head as Cressida stood behind her, gently releasing the aforementioned buttons. As each button was released, the dress fell down temptingly, teasing Denam into imagining what exactly lay below it. It slowly revealed her slender neck, slipping down to her collarbone and shoulders, revealing her necklace, and was soon hanging on only by the last few buttons. Denam knew he should look away, but by Philaha he couldn't. The dress finally, finally, fell down over her breasts and to the ground, falling into a pile at Olivya's feet. Olivya let her hair down, pushing it forward into soft waves that partially covered her exposed breasts. Denam found himself exploring her body unintentionally, noting her pale breasts, nipples peaked from the chill in the wind, surrounded by a compacted areola. His gaze traveled down her lean form, which Olivya covered with her slender arms in shame.

Denam was shocked to see that she lacked any undergarments under her dress. In hindsight, it wasn't surprising considering how exposed she was in her common clothes, but a small part of his mind, that manifested itself in his sister's voice spoke with certainty of the woman: "thoroughly inappropriate for a Sybil!" Denam could also hear his father's disapproving tone, but ignored it. As he explored the rest of her body, Denam curiously wondered what Olivya looked under the small pile of curled hairs in her feminine regions. Other than in books, he'd never seen a female of her age naked before and was quite interested in seeing the differences between a woman and a child. Offhandedly, the logical part of his mind noted the light tan on Olivya's legs where her robe did not cover, in contrast to the pale skin of her breasts, arms, and abdomen.

Forcing his eyes up to Olivya's face was a harder battle than even drawing his blade on Sir Leonar. Olivya's face was covered with a blush, but a soft smile. Denam didn't understand the reason or meaning for the smile, but it fit her features and he would like to see it directed towards him. Olivya quickly turned to Cressida, and Denam's eyes once again found their way down her curves, resting on her hips and buttocks. He wondered how it would feel under his hands, and how hard he would have to touch to get a reaction. Olivya and Cressida spoke once again.

"Your turn, Cressida." Denam heard soft laughter at that.

"Very well."

For some reason, it was easier to look on Cressida. Perhaps it was because Cressida was so foreign and unknown to Denam, or perhaps it was because she was not a Sybil and therefore not "inappropriate." Denam cautiously admitted a third option to himself: Cressida was always exposed, to an extent, so his mind had wandered, as he knew all warm-blooded male's minds had, on what she would like without her robe. She had a different beauty than Olivya. Where Olivya was curved, Cressida, who was gently sliding her own dress over her hips, was pale and lean. Denam might even call her exotic, perhaps it was simply that he was unused to Galgastani women. Her hands were delicate, but something about them told Denam that she was experienced in using them for touching and molding flesh to her will. Denam wondered what it would feel like to have Cressida's delicate hands run over his penis just as she molded flesh in her arts, teasing him with strokes and experienced massages.

Mortified at the very thought of Cressida touching him in such a way, Denam dropped his sword in shock, causing both the women to gasp. The women looked at each other, then looked around in a panic. Denam hid his face in shame and turned around, leaning back against the bush, trying to force his thoughts away from that dark direction and praying that they wouldn't see him. He was not a boy anymore, Denam told himself, he should not lack such self-control. As the young women murmured to each other in a worried manner, Denam listed off his troop values, his detachments, the location and placement of his troops in alphabetical order by town, as well as his currently available resources and allies in the nobility in a desperate attempt to get his mind off of Cressida and what she would do to his penis.

Trying not to think of his arousal only made it harder to avoid. Denam isn't sure how long he spent against the bush, trying to calm down, but it felt like a decade. His breaths were quiet and uneven, trying desperately not to alert the women, but it was just so distracting! It seemed like an eternity before he was able to calm himself. Unfortunately, that was also when he started paying attention the voices again. Despite his shame, Denam found himself looking back to the women, only to turn away every few seconds. It was a cycle that went on for at least ten minutes.

"So where do we begin?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see how your body reacts when I stimulate different locations."

"Cressida, I think what you mean to say is 'I want to touch you all over', yes?"

"I'd prefer to be a bit less direct, but, yes, that is what I plan on doing."

Cressida approached Olivya and looked her up and down with what Denam assumed to be professional curiosity. Cressida cautiously raised her hand and poked at the flesh between Olivya's hips and ribs, causing Olivya to squeak and curl up, leaning down and giving Denam a pleasant view of her cleavage pressed between her arms. Cressida jumped back in response at Olivya's motion. Both girls started giggling at something Denam didn't quite understand, and without a word, Olivya stood back up and Cressida, more gently this time, touched Olivya's side and hips. Even from a distance, Denam could see Olivya visibly shudder.

"Oh, stop being so shy and be done with it, Cressida!"

The red-head made a soft sound before moving closer. She delicately ran a hand down Olivya's collarbone, letting her fingers slide down her arm before grasping Olivya's hand. She took Olivya's hand in both of her own and flipped it palm upward, gently running her fingers over the skin. She seemed intensely curious about Olivya's palm, even lifting her own up for comparison. Denam wasn't sure what the point was, but Cressida seemed to disapprove of something on her own.

Dropping Olivya's hand gently, Cressida continued her exploration down and around Olivya's hips; she certainly didn't just touch what I think she did, did she?, Denam couldn't see, but Cressida's arm circled Olivya's midsection and Olivya made a squeak and colored again, causing Cressida to quietly laugh in turn.

"Your embarrassment is making this more difficult than it should be."

"This goes against everything I've been taught!"

"Was it not just you telling me to 'get on with it'?"

Olivya laughed in response, causing Cressida to shake her head, but even though Denam couldn't see it, he knew she smiled, the same quiet smile that she only gave when she believed no-one was looking. Denam had often tried to provoke Cressida's smile, unfortunately only succeeding at making her frown or confused. Cressida's hand moved back to Olivya's front side, where and she kneeled, fingers stroking Olivya's thighs. As they circled around the inside, Olivya shuddered again, and Cressida seemed satisfied at that result.

"Cressida, I think this is what you were looking for."

Cressida immediately stood up, and Olivya pointed at her breasts and abdomen. She seemed hesitant to speak.

"When you stroke me like that, I warm in my lower regions. There's also some slight pressure behind my nipples."

"Excellent." Cressida replied in a gleeful tone that reminded Denam far too much of her father's.

Cressida examined Olivya's breasts with a serious expression before finally touching her nipples. She ran a finger around the pink areola, then the soft pale skin outside, then back over the areola again. Denam didn't quite know what she was doing, but he had an intense urge to try something similar on the naked woman. Cressida lowered her face close to the nipple as she touched it. Denam couldn't see from his perspective, but somehow he knew that Cressida was rolling Olivya's nipple around in her fingers.

"Um, Cressida. . .I'm not sure how to delicately put it, but when the soldiers talk about 'wet' I think they're referring to this."

Denam wasn't sure if he was being rewarded by God or tempted by the Ogres at this point. Perhaps this was a trial? He turned away again, but his mind was still trying to imagine what the soft breasts felt like in his hands, while also wondering what exactly it was that Olivya had felt when Cressida played with her nipples.. Father, what would you do? His father didn't answer, of course, and Denam only felt more conflicted. He knew he was being a horrible man, and if Cressida and Olivya ever knew he was here, they would probably leave the islands and never return, not to mention how it would tarnish his reputation with the troops. The people held him on a pedestal and letting it be known that he felt lust would lower him down to "mortality." While Denam liked to be viewed as a normal man, he also knew that could possibly cause dissent. Logically his mind was telling him that only bad could come if he was caught watching these two, and yet he still couldn't look away. Every corner of his working mind was telling the entire situation was terribly, horribly wrong, but the rest of his body was whispering that it was oh-so right.

"Is this good?"

"Aaa! That's not nearly enough. Harder, Cressida."

"I don't think 'harder' will help, Olivya. I'll try something different though."

As if against his very will, Denam looked back to the two women. They were in something of a strange position, Olivya facing him, and Cressida turned away. They were very close and Denam could see Olivya's breasts pressed against Cressida and her arms were clutched around the other woman's waist. He heard Olivya gasp and make a loud giggle as she replied to Cressida: "Yes, like tha-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Eeeek!" Cressida screamed in return.

Denam hid again behind the bushes, terrified he'd been caught, but heard a soft thump and rustling, followed by more gasps and giggles. He once again questioned why he remained. Damn Azelstan and whatever threat he claimed to have found! The threat was keeping him in the garden, and Denam was worried that it might escape into the castle. The argument wasn't very convincing, even to himself. Denam took another quick peek and noticed the girls had fallen to the ground and were laughing over the ridiculous position they ended up in. Cressida was laying on top of Olivya now, legs spread over her hips and a warm smile on her face. Olivya had a soft blush, but was no longer covering herself with her arms. She continued giggling and suddenly stopped. From the distance, Denam couldn't tell what happened, but he saw a playful smile on her features and in a quick motion, she rolled over, grasping at Cressida with her legs, causing them both to roll around in the grass. Cressida didn't share in Olivya's laughter and, from what Denam could tell, she looked thoroughly confused and terrified at Olivya's outburst. This only served to amuse Olivya more, who was now on top of the other woman.

Olivya traced her finger down Cressida's stomach, and Cressida turned her face to the side in a surprising blush. Denam found himself curious about her sudden change in demeanor; a moment ago, Cressida was confident, willing to experiment, but now she was blushing, silent, and looking so very vulnerable. Olivya seemed to notice the change and commented to the other woman:

"Oh, Cressida! You needn't be shy. You're so beautiful."

"I'm not used to anyone seeing me like this."

"But we've been naked for some time now."

"No, that's not it. I'm not used to being so close, so intimate, and letting anyone else see me in such a vulnerable state is. . .unnerving."

Olivya leaned down over the other women, giving her what appeared to be a hug. Denam wasn't sure if they were talking, but he soon realized that Olivya's hug had turned into gentle kisses, getting longer and more passionate as she reached Cressida's mouth. Denam could see them whispering now, but couldn't quite hear their words. He unintentionally leaned in, before realizing what he was doing and forced himself back up. This isn't right, Denam. It's best to leave now. But the sad, frightened expression on Cressida's face, and the memory of Olivya's playful blush kept him rooted in place. Denam once again found his mind wandering as Olivya played at Cressida's small round breasts, two fingers surrounding the nipple and massaging the areola, pressing the nipple upward curiously, mimicking Cressida's actions just moments before. Olivya licked at the top for a second, and examined it curiously before gently rubbing it and continuing to the other breast and down Cressida's stomach. Denam imagined Olivya's breathless, blushing face as she sat on top of him, grinding into his form and her breasts bouncing as he pushed roughly into her. Olivya's soft pants in-between kisses on top of Cressida only emphasized his fantasy, with each pant being another thrust.

He was aroused again. Mortified, Denam actually curled up and put his head in his knees, knowing he was far too old to be aroused so easily, let alone so often. Even though he couldn't see the duo, the soft sounds that escaped from the small clearing beyond the bush were haunting him and making it absolutely impossible to think rationally. Listing facts about his army wasn't distracting Denam this time.

"O-Olivya! That's not what I meant when I said 'explore each other'!"

Cressida gasped and was breathing heavily. Denam peeked again, just for a moment, he told himself, and saw that Olivya's head was down near Cressida's lower regions. Cressida was breathing heavily, chest heaving, mouth slightly opened. Denam found himself finally giving into his urges and putting his hand down his pants. Almost automatically he moved his hand up and down his aroused penis; as he did so, he imagined Cressida's open mouth over it, her soft gasps being the sounds she was making as she licked and sucked. He gently moved his foreskin over his head, this time imagining it to be Olivya, himself in Cressida's body as she licked and played with it. That worked nicely, and he moved more quickly down his shaft, letting his breaths match Cressida's.

It hit him hard in horror at what he was doing and immediately removed his hands from his pants, breathing heavily. It was painful, and Denam's body was screaming for him to continue. He clenched his fists and did his very best to force self-control that he was known for. It was one of the hardest things he could remember doing. His goal was made even harder by Cressida's soft voice crying out breathily behind him:

"Ah! Olivya!"

In his mind she screamed Ah! Denam! and Denam knew couldn't resist any longer. He slid his hand back in his pants as the memory of Cressida's cries urged him on. His hand moved quickly now, in a steady rhythm thatonly became faster as he imaged Olivya holding his penis in her mouth, and Cressida running her hands down his chest, red hair falling over his shoulder as she kissed his neck and lips. Denam shivered, each tremor that racked his body a touch of one of the women in his mind. It happened all at once, and Denam released a soft moan and fell back into the bush at the force of his orgasm. He sat there for a moment, penis exposed and pants down. He didn't feel anything but relief.

His relief was short lived as the world came crashing down around him. His body was slick with sweat and his trousers were a mess from semen that he very rarely relieved himself of. His heart was beating quickly, but his mind was slightly delayed. It took a moment for all the horror at what he had done to come back at full force, and as soon as it did, Denam quickly pulled up his trousers, not caring at the slimy feel of semen against his skin and picked up his sword, which was on the ground nearby.

Despite the louder sounds coming from Olivya and Cressida, Denam quickly crawled, and then ran back out of the garden. Azelstan's threat, or lack therefore, of be damned, Denam had acted horribly and couldn't stand to go anywhere near that garden again. He wanted to change his clothes, bathe, and go curl up under his sheets and possibly die. He fled with what little honor and composure that remained within him, only slightly acknowledging his troops as he passed. When he finally reached his room, he leaned back heavily against the door and closed his eyes, hard, trying to blind himself from everything he'd seen. Never before had he felt like such a helpless child as when his body responded and he could not deny it.

In his silence, Denam internally apologized to his father, the Abuna who had taught him honor and morals.

He apologized to his Mother, bless her soul, for her lessons on being a good man, respectful to all women.

He apologized to Catiua, because she would hate him if she knew what Denam had just done.

He apologized to Vyce, for failing to live up to his very best and giving into his weakness.

He apologized to all of his troops for his selfishness.

He apologized to Cerya, Sherri, and Cistina for thinking such of their sister. Mrueva came to his mind shortly after.

He even apologized to the twisted Nybeth.

Denam continued on and on, but there was one thing that was notably absent. Whether it was on purpose or truly an accident, Denam never apologized to Cressida and Olivya.

Diego Azelstan sat atop the walls of Heim lazily. The sun was sinking in the distance, and he raised his rum to the sky in silent thanks for the day. His hair floated gently back in the wind and he enjoyed the warm breeze on his face, for soon it would turn to a night chill. It had been a surprisingly productive day, and Azelstan applauded himself.

Today he had made Denam a man.