Ch 29: On the Clock

Julian

"...Zombie movies...not even twice..."

Surprise surprise, I hadn't got much sleep last night. Every bump and odd noise had my eyes darting left to right and I'm pretty sure Valerie made shadow puppets at one point, just to mess with me.

Revenge will be swift, and it will be perverted.

I release a heavy sigh and move to roll over and get to work for the day-

-and a small weight on my chest abruptly reminds me that I'm not alone in bed, my sleeping partner being a sight more dangerous than the usual suspects.

...Not that you'd know it just by looking at her.

Obsidian eyes relaxed and closed, body curled up on itself like a coiled snake on my abdomen...and butt naked, a change in garments that must have occurred sometime over the course of the night.

Unfortunately that also cues my morning wood, especially since I'm no longer worried about her murdering me on a whim and quite frankly I'm not as scared for my life after watching fucking horror flicks.

My cock slowly engorges itself and rises ever upwards at a steady pace, inching towards Ophis' rear and I'm presented with something of a quandary.

Do I move and disturb the Ouroboros' sleep, or do I let my rod keep raising it's flag and hope that it only brushes her lithe body and not, you know...get 'stuck' in certain bodily crevices?

I elect to remain still and instead gently tug on Ophis' form, moving her upwards towards my face and away from the one-eyed snake poking at the beaver's den.

"...Lied. Movies not, enjoyable."

I jump once more as Ophis is not only awake but staring at me with something that might be resentment.

"I'll say it again, but not all movies are like that. Some are actually fun or enjoyable...not scary."

A deadpan glare sent in my direction has me helplessly shrugging.

What else am I supposed to say?

Thankfully the Ouroboros deems the conversation over and sits herself back up-

-only for both of our eyes to widen as her cute little butt bumps up against something...bulbous.

I'm talking about my dick. She sits on my dick.

Awkward.

"...What is, this?"

"Uhh...umm...err..."

Oh Gods please spare me from having to explain this.

The Ouroboros curiously gazes at my throbbing length by tilting her head back, slowly shifting her lithe hips left to right and oh for the love of-please stop!

"Erm, Ophis?! C-can you maybe not worry about what an erection is and instead go back to your silence-erk!"

A curious hum emanates from the Dragon God as she begins to apply pressure to my rod, pushing my length onto my stomach, seeing as it's nestled between her splayed thighs.

"Is this petting, kitties?"

"W-well it's pretty similar on some levels but-"

"Hmm...it, is enjoyable...and, new..."

To my growing panic and arousal she begins to drag her slit across my meat, the feeling of sort, warm flesh stroking my shaft as Ophis' mouth slightly parts, light pants beginning to leave her.

"Most, enjoyable..."

...Yeah, I'm mentally tapping out of this one. Because quite frankly I don't have a clue on how to deal with a primordial force of nature beginning to appreciate the benefits of sexy time.

"Hey, Julian, are you still sulking over seeing that movie last night-"

My bedroom door flies open, Vallian coming to stop as she witnesses this little drama unfold.

Me, flat on my back with my pants pulled down as Ophis rides it, aroused breathes leaving her tiny form.

"Morning, Vallian."

She throws her hands up in the air and complains, "You know what? I'm not even fucking surprised."

The door slams shut behind her and seemingly knocks Ophis out of her trance, voice curious as she asks, "Tell, me. Is this, petting kitties?"

What has my life become?


"Vallian? Stop. Shaking. Your. Head."

Naturally my Queen just ignores my request and continues her disappointed head bob, making small 'task task' noises under her breath and I'm about three seconds away from flinging a bit of my pancakes at her face.

"Here you are, Ophis. Eat up!"

I gratefully turn away from the irritating sight of my Queen and instead focus as Kalmiya brings a plate of pancakes to the curiously sitting Ouroboros, who's honoring our agreement that she joins in at meals. The Angel had been the quickest to get over her apprehension of the Dragon God and apparently the maternal instincts run strong in this one, seeing as she had quickly got Ophis clothed, covered in a bib and set up with a wide variety of foods right from the get go.

"Oh, one moment. These will taste better with some syrup!"

I'm probably not the only one who has to bite back on a laugh as Ophis' eyes track the glistening topping with hypnotic motions, the Ouroboros clumsily stabbing a cake with a fork, bringing it to her lips-

-and I don't think I'm exaggerating as literal stars twinkle to life around her, the tiny girl immediately wolfing down the rest of the breakfast spread as if she had been starving for weeks on end.

Well, one more step on the road to acclimatizing Ophis is complete. Food, silence...and as awkward as it probably will be, physical pleasure.

Finishing the spread in record time Ophis eagerly holds out her plate, mimicking an action she saw Isla do earlier.

"...More?"

Chuckling to myself I reply, "Sit down, Kalmiya, I'll get her seconds-"

"Nw! Wer nt dun yt~!"

The muffled complaint of Valerie has me explosively sighing, both Dhampires currently occupying my lap as they greedily suck away at my neck...thankfully at a sedate pace so there's no rampant debauchery to be accidentally had.

...Why I let Valerie bully me into giving her a free meal when I'm still peeved and petty about last night's movie is beyond me.

I blame Gasper's adorable puppy eyes.

"Sorry, Kalmiya...I've got a couple freeloaders at work here."

The Angel chuckles merrily, seeming to enjoy catering to Ophis as she cheerfully takes the plate and replies, "It's no problem~!"

A wry grin tugs at my lips as the Ouroboros follows her movements with reptilian intensity.

"So what's on the menu today? Anyone have any ideas or should we just play it by ear? A certain someone's unexpected arrival-"

My significant glance towards the Ouroboros goes completely unheeded as she greedily stares at the potential appearance of more pancakes.

"-threw what schedule there was into the dustbin."

"Lesh meh finsh eetin!"

I ignore Valeries' muffled complaint as I gaze around the room, Vallian stretching her back-is her bust growing every day, or is that just me-and confidently stating, "Well we need to figure out just what Rossweisse is capable of and how we can integrate that with our own powers, I think we'll be busy with that for most of today, maybe tomorrow as well."

A round of nods-as well as muffled grunts of consent from the two sexy leeches-go around the table and I shrug.

"Works for me. You'll have to give me a moment after we eat though, I gotta update my day planner with everything we've done so far."

A convenient excuse that allows me to look through my journal undisturbed. As much as I trust my Peerage right now, the idea of exposing them to my magic cheat sheet tome is a little...I dunno, call me paranoid but something that reality breaking seems like it would be safer if only I knew about it.

I'm snapped out of those thoughts as two particularly enthusiastic sips on my neck finish up the feeding sessions, satisfied moans from the Dhampires causing me to blush slightly.

"...Stop shaking your head, Vallian."


With a huff of breath I sit down at my desk before pulling out the journal and perusing it, making sure to look for references to Ophis' disappearance and seeing how that's stirred the pot, assuming its done so at all.

Shit, on that note I should probably get out there ASAP and recruit one Isanna Hyoudou. Considering how the majority of my more recent recruitment attempts have all gone completely sideways in one form or another I'm thinking that it's time to nip that potential bud before it can sprout into full on buggery.

Rapidly flipping through the booklet I alight on this universe's version of Issei's bio, reading through the latest entry.

Due to Vallian Lucifer's participation in the death of Shalba Beelzebub and Diodora Astaroth, the Old Satan Faction has tracked down and located the wielder of the Boosted Gear in an attempt to match the 'unknown' organization that has been striking at it from the shadows. She is kidnapped and summarily has her Gear extracted from her by Katarea Leviathan, Creuserey Asmodeus and Walburga. Death occurs at 2:04 A.M. Japan time, in an abandoned warehouse storage area three miles to the west of Kuoh. Say, 'directions' for specific longitude and latitude.

I swiftly pull up the time on my phone for Japan and almost puke up a lung as the time reads 1:57 A.M.

GODDAMIT ME, STOP TEMPTING FATE WITH YOUR SHITTY MUSINGS!

I leap out of my chair and sprint for the teleportation room, already calling for my Peerage-

-and belatedly realizing they're a fair distance away, just in case something goes wrong and shit blows up when they're experimenting with their powers.

It would take them at least a minute or two to make it to the circles and I don't know if I can even spare seconds.

I'm going to have to do this one alone.

Alone, against three people that aren't necessarily pushovers.

Hurra.

|Not entirely alone, Bachcha. Don't worry, we'll pull through?|

"That you said that as if it was a question doesn't instill me with much confidence."

|Sorry, I ain't no cheerleader.|

I sigh and try to steady my nerves as the glow of the teleportation array flares to life, resolving to do my best regardless of consequences.

I fucked up Isla's rescue, I ain't fucking up this one!