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Bringing you another chapter! Admittedly did not put much to any thought in this chapter, just wanted to write these two slap crotches. By the way, my friend TheThotAudit made a Blazblue discord if anyone is interested! The link to it will be in my profile. Enjoy this RagnaXBullet.

Chapter 11: Daydream

As usual, Ragna pushed her to her limits. Expected of her lover, just how Bullet liked their training sessions to be. Today, especially, the pressure was on. She couldn't help notice something off, however.

Bullet increased her heat level by one, intending to use both the speed and power increase to outmaneuver him. "I'm not done yet, Ragna, come on."

"Don't go cryin' when I win." Ragna charged her, a simple straightforward approach. Bullet darted back, evading each fist that swung her way. A slice of his strange blade cut the edges of her hair. She was lucky, managing to shift back at the last moment. If she hadn't, the deciding slash would have left a bloody wound.

"Ten minutes passed and I'm still up, Ragna. You're losing your edge." She chuckled enjoying the angry look that burned into life on his face. Bullet charged this time, swinging immolated fists and well-rounded kicks his way. When that failed, she stopped a punch short and contorted to blast Ragna with the fire she managed to concentrate in that split second. Not surprising it didn't do much damage and provided more a smokescreen for her to land a good uppercut.

Ragna forced his head from going too far back and responded with a weighted punch of his own that almost broke right through her guard. She looked at her Armagus and stared deadpanned at him seeing a crack. She filtered some power through the weapon and was glad to see it worked just fine. After she kicked his ass, taking it to get a check-up would be the wisest course of action.

Ragna laughed nervously as she slammed her burning fists together, uping to heat level three. A "my bad" would just make things worse, at this point. He opted to end this before any of those connected. Being her lover didn't ease her blows. In fact, after they became an item, mercy was a rarity.

Bullet bobbed and weaved over to him, deciding to take the boxing lessons Ragna gave her last week out for a test drive. Ragna readied himself, his focused locked. When at arm's length, Bullet used the speed gifted to her by heat level three to bridge the distance. Ragna threw a punch, a stupid decision acting on instinct, as he learned wheezing from a well-dealt blow to the gut. Bullet followed that up with an ax kick that pushed his face into the carpet, and before her fist could crash against his skull, Ragna rolled away and sweep kicked her legs.

She condemned herself, putting far too much weight on her upper body, unable to correct her form. Ragna grabbed her by the neck, ready to slam her onto the training mat. In a last-ditch effort, Bullet twisted her body to wrap her legs around his arm. With all her might, she flipped Ragna over and braced him, both legs and arms secured. The red aura around her faded, a good thing she finished it off the time she had.

Bullet breathed heavy from the exertion. Still for a moment, the desperate cry of her muscles reached her. Bullet's body eased; the match over. However, Ragna was different. Unlike her, his breathing remained controlled, measured, not panting like her. Now's a good a time as any. "What's gotten into you?" Bullet asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not fighting like your usual self. I wouldn't have won like that, otherwise." Bullet analyzed the odd expression he held for most of their sparring match, identifying concern and worry and made the most logical assumption. "Is my mission tomorrow bugging you that much? I can handle it. Besides, you have your own mission to accomplish, focus on that."

"Ain't easy." Ragna took the opportune moment to flip Bullet over, both his hands on opposite sides of her head holding him. Several emotions ran across Bullet's face, first shock and surprise, then slight awe and admiration at how he had the strength to do this much, then curiosity as to why he did that; then, finally, a bit of embarrassment flushed on her cheeks catching the look in his eyes. They were feral, like some rampaging beast. "How long is that gonna take, that's the real question."

She felt his hands grab her chest and jolted. "W-wait a sec..." Ragna stopped her words with a kiss, managing to open her shirt while he distracted her with his tongue. Bullet accidentally kissed back before freeing her captured mouth, though, her lips were a little cold without him. "Wait a second!"

"No one is comin' down here," Ragna reassured.

"No, that's not it. Shouldn't I take a shower or something?"

"It doesn't matter. You'd be sweaty again, anyway." Ragna removed her shirt, jacket, and bra up her arms. His warm fingers dug into her sensitive flesh. Bullet hissed from the pressure, then moaned as his fingers ran over her sensitive nipple. The contrasting pain and pleasure melded beautifully. He bent down and flicked a sweat droplet off her breast. She was a quiver with bliss as his tongue traversed and licked her chest clean. And far too exhausted from their training session, Bullet left herself in the care of her significant other.

Ragna took a tender nipple into his mouth and swirled the blissfully hot muscle around her nub, nipping it with his teeth, licking away whatever pain his bites caused. Writhing beneath him and unintentionally grinding against him, she felt the hardness beneath. He grated against her, her tight hyper-low rise pants thin enough for him to feel the outline of her sex.

Bullet hissed when he withdrew, the cool air biting on the wetness of her nipple. Her concern regarding the door, if it were shut or not, was cut short by Ragna's lips pressing down over her own. And after several failed attempts, she said screw it and closed her eyes to enwrap herself in the warmth coursing through her body. The genital caress became exceedingly more omnipresent as he sped up, his kisses reflecting the primal urges taking over as if restrained for this very moment. Asshole, holding back. Bullet groaned in her head. Who knew when she would return? Might as well.

His oral muscle was hot against her own as he explored the inner reaches of her mouth, enthusiastic on tasting and laying claim to every bit of her his tongue could get to. His hand ran through her hair in a loving way contrast to his aggressive motions. Bullet couldn't deny her own doubts. A highly hostile area where death could strike at any corner, deploying to a place like that with the limited information given was the epitome of stupidity. However, none could deny the exceptional pay, and though having Ragna accompany her team would put her mind at ease, he had his own part to play.

Ragna's warm finger traveled down her body, tracing around the line of her breast, following the curve of her waist, sliding around where her leg met her torso until he came to the juncture of her thighs. Her breath came out shaky as he stroked above her clothing, the friction mouth-watering. He played with the button of her pants before undoing its fasten.

Her back arched a bit off the mat and she inhaled deeply as his fingers ran a few quick circles around the hood of her sex. Two thick digits slipped in. A wanton moan flowed freely from her ajar mouth. Ragna utilized his spare hand to loosen his own confinement and dropped his pants far enough to free his erected member and recaptured her mouth. Bullet opened and pushed his shirt and red jacket off to run her fingers up the curvature of his spine and cradled his neck, drifting a hand up to cup the base of his scalp.

Ragna used his now quim covered hand to pump his cock a bit and aimed at the junction of her thighs. He sat up on his knees and tried to slip in to just savor the gratification of filling her. But the molten wet warmth lunged Ragna's hips forward. In one powerful stroke, he hilted. There she recalled their first act of debauchery, the fear she held toward his massive prick and even now it took a moment to process his size. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him was always intense, always breath-taking.

Ragna rocked at a sloth's rhythm taking in as much pleasure as he could. Bullet's eyes fell shut, a more girlish yelp coming from the tomboyish mercenary as he added a sharp snap to his thrusts. She sat up on her elbows, puffing rapidly as he quickened, his scrotum slapping against her just as fast. Her neck stiffened and reclined, teeth grit and breath ragged as he struck that spot insistently. She bunched whatever of the training mat she could in her fists nearing her climax.

Opportunities of sex few and far apart, she always came quicker than before where they had time aplenty. Once a small mercenary group became a well-known organization boasting many accomplishments and ever growing members. And with more recognition came an abundance of work.

His constant tweaking and groping of her breasts and nipples coupled with the impetuous prick crashed complete euphoria over her as she came. Ragna stilled, not quite ready to come just yet. He closed his eyes and was among the angels with the sensation rippling around him. Ragna withdrew and flipped Bullet onto her stomach, the fellow mercenary confused why he hadn't come like her, despite near his own end.

Ragna squeezed and divorced her toned ass. Stretching his tongue, Ragna flicked her pucker back and forth, then pushed in. Bullet gasped as he loosened her ass. He let her bum fall back into place and slap against his face, instantly buried in soft, milky flesh. He removed himself from her ass and replaced his tongue with two fingers. He pumped quick, ensuring she adjust properly before withdrawing. Ragna straddled her once again and slipped his cock within the canyon of her bum. He smirked rocking back and forth. "Even when we're training, it's impossible not to stare at this ass you have, Bullet."

A deep scarlet blush appeared over her cheeks, vocal cords blocked by embarrassment as he pawed and played with her ass, pulling and grabbing at her flesh, then gasped when he struck the supple meat. She reached for his organ and pressed it firmly against her pucker. "I know already… just go." Bullet released him and she braced for his entry.

A strident moan poured out from Bullet as he bottomed her out, eyes wide and tongue lolled out. Ragna pumped at full tilt with no intent on withdrawing despite Bullet's unpreparedness for the onslaught. Her anal passage constricted and flexed around his pumping tool; the staggering pressure dissolved the mercenary into moans.

She fell on the mat, unable to prop herself anymore. His rigid phallus thrummed within her, the built load that knotted at his base ready to dispense. Like him, the summit was rising; coming closer to view. Every pound, grunt, and curse brought her in strides to release.

Ragna soon changed their position. Still joined to Bullet, he sat down and mounted Bullet on his lap oppose him. Spreading her legs with his knees and leaning back for better leverage, Ragna trapped her mouth in an intense lip-lock the moment her head faced him and began once again. She reacted strongly to the new position as sensations crashed and overpowered her. Ragna kneaded and fondled her swaying breasts and dropped one to appease her wet sex.

Saliva leaked out the cracks between their mouths as Bullet's sanity reached its limits. He released her mouth for reprieve and changed his point of focus. He attacked her ear, his hot breath against her ear and sultry, delicious, dastardly promises upon her return. The growl of a voracious beast needing its appetite sated coupled with his thrusting fingers brought about her second orgasm. Bullet spasmed, unintentionally moving with him. Exhausted, Bullet went limp and leaned against his chest. That didn't stop Ragna from continuing to fulfill his own carnal desire. And with an unrestrained roar, he gushed.

Tension released; hot, thick ropes of sperm shot into her. An elated sigh left him while a cry dispensed from her. The rapid contractions of her anal channel doubled his arousal that arched his head back for a moment. He turned her head to face him. That scorching prurient gaze he held diminished, now normal. He kissed her, this time soft and expressing his love, gently caressing her cheek while he did so. Bullet reciprocated, able to at least do this much in spite of her severe energy loss. "Bullet…" he whispered and reclaimed her mouth for the umpteenth time. "Bullet…" he said again but this time… wait, why did his voice sound like…?

"BULLET!"

Bullet's eyes shot open and her head flicked in every direction and jolted seeing her teammate Carly in her face. "W-where am I? What's going on?"

"You're on… aircraft carrier 709, en route to ground zero." Carly re-briefed. The brunette hesitated to ask, "Um, Bullet, is everything o-okay? You were making some strange noises, so I came in here too, uh, check on you." Carly glanced at the newest edition of the Ikaruga Walker dampened with drool, able to piece together what kind of dream she had by the section she seemed so enthralled in.

"Wait, I was sleeping? But… wasn't I just…?" Ground zero? She wasn't in the old training room with Ragna? Bullet pinched herself and it hurt, so… this was no dream. She analyzed the dark color across her teammate's cheeks and spoke in a psychopathic tone. "Don't. Tell. Anyone. Got it?"

"O-of course!" Carly nodded quickly and bolted right out her room. Bullet was sneaky locking her door as if trying not to be seen, then glided down on the floor against the door. She could feel the wetness between her legs and sighed.

"I hope those promises were real, at least…"