"I cannot believe he had the audacity to be late!" The witch complained loud enough for the other tables to hear as she finished her second cup of water. "Come now, Jeanne, it's only a few minutes past three. I'm sure he's a very busy man, after all."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I'm sure." She was going to say something else before she was interrupted by a man who haphazardly vaulted over the fence separating the restaurant's outside dining area from the street.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late, the subway was a nightmare." Bayonetta smiled warmly as he took a seat at their table. "Late? We didn't even notice." Rolling her eyes, Jeanne was once again reminded how fondly her partner regarded Luka.
The three chatted idly as Luka borrowed Jeanne's menu to look over the food. Finally a waiter approached their table. "Have you all decided?"
Bayonetta was the first to speak. "I think I'll keep it light; I'd like the cobb salad, with poached chicken, please. Oh, and another sparkling water." The other umbra agreed. "I'll have the same."
Luka was a lot hungrier, though. "The chicken parm looks great. I'll have that and, uh…" He was tempted to order the root beer float, but his relationship with the two high class women had just began, so he opted for maturity. "A sparkling water too, please."
The conversation that filled the gap between when they ordered and when they received the food was dominated by the witches. Luka got in a few questions of interest, though he kept them insignificant as to not offend the ladies' privacy.
The meal itself was delicious; Luka did his best to demonstrate proper table manners, though he ended up holding his utensils like a pen. Bayonetta found his effort flattering.
Given their beauty, stature, and the elegant dresses they wore, the women attracted a lot of attention, which was only increased since they were seated on the promenade.
It was mostly harmless passerby stares, with an occasional whistle, until a somewhat intoxicated man pulled up a chair from a nearby table, sitting on it backwards, facing the three eating.
"Can we help you?" Jeanne's tone was very dry as she eyed the large man. Bayonetta was quiet, but Luka felt like joining in. "Yeah – can we?"
As he spoke, the man waved his hand at him. "Hey, I'm not talking to you. Ladies… don't we know each other?" He wore a smile in an attempt to come off as a debonair, but his drunken demeanor made it sleazy.
The black-haired girl finally spoke. "I certainly don't think so." "Ah, you sure sweetheart? I swear I met you two before…" The man pulled himself right up to the table, in between the two women.
"So, whatta we drinkin'?" He picked up Bayonetta's glass, taking a quick look before finishing off the contents. As the witches stared in disgust, Luka stood up, making eye contact with the guy.
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? We're trying to enjoy our lunch here." The man raised himself up to match. It was obvious that he was trying to provoke Luka the entire time.
"Oh, are ya? Am I botherin' ya?" The drunk picked up the glass he had drank out of, smashing it on the ground below. "Well, why don't you do something about it?"
He moved away from the table, into the walkway adjacent. By now, all the other patrons outside the restaurant were watching. The man was older, with a large build and wide muscles. Still, Luka moved out from the table with him.
He was a little nervous; practically every fight he'd been in, Bayonetta had been shadowing him. Regardless, he tried to put on a tough performance for his dates. "Maybe I will!" The man lumbered up to him, raising his hand to throw a drunken punch. And right as he unloaded his arm…
The man stumbled backwards, with a dazed look on his face, before falling into the table behind and to his left, bringing it and an older couple's meal down with him.
Jeanne was slow clapping when Luka turned to face them. "Excellent work!" He sat back down, a little confused. "Wait, but…" He was cut off as Bayonetta leaned over. "Our hero." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He grinned. "Well, what can I say?" Both him and Bayonetta were entirely unaware that Jeanne had snapped over to the drunk using witch time, delivering a striking blow to his windpipe before returning to her seat. But she had no regrets giving him a little credit; she was growing quite fond of the young journalist.
After a profuse apology from the restaurant manager, the trio left, their bills being waved as recompense for the drunken harassment. After about ten minutes of walking and chatting, they arrived at a park that bordered a small lake.
It was a nice day, and people were all over, picnicking on the grass and walking by the water. "You know, I really do hate crowds." Jeanne's annoyance gave Bayonetta an idea.
"Well, in that case…" The witch used her index to draw an oval shaped outline in the air. Where the finger was, a smoky purple line followed it as if it was a paint brush. When the shape was completed. the outlined area seemed to glimmer.
"Woah, what the hell?" "Come now, Luka, I think it's time we got away from all these people." Bayonetta stepped through it, disappearing. Jeanne gave him a smirk, before following suit. Luka grabbed the special glasses he kept clipped on his shirt.
Putting them on, he could now see the two women, their arms crossed as they waited for him. So, this is Purgatorio, huh? He moved towards the portal. Who am I to decline a trans-dimensional invitation?
Luka stepped through, and as he did reality flashed brightly. He blinked, and everything was back to normal; except, Bayonetta was Jeanne were the only two people he could see. All the others that were populating the park before were hardly visible, reduced to ghostly outlines.
The gateway made a low hissing sound as it faded. "So, I take it this is how you two normally go about your days?" Bayonetta smiled. "If it's as crowded as it is today, then absolutely."
They made their way across the grass, stopping where it dipped down. It was a perfect hill to sit on and observe the pond. The witches were taking in the serenity as Luka was enjoying his new state of existence.
He picked up a stone, casually tossing it at the water. It broke the surface, causing the nearby mallard to quack in surprise and flutter away. "I think I could get used to this." He laid back on the grass.
"Come to think of it, my throat's a little dry. I'm going to pick up something from that beer and wine we just passed." Jeanne stood back up, strutting away from the two towards the street.
"You must forgive Jeanne. She can be a little… impolite, at times." Bayonetta moved so she was closer to him. "Oh, no problem. I could actually use something to drink." "Nervous, are you?" Luka got a little red in the face. "Oh no, I just meant, you know."
"Don't worry, darling. There's all sorts of fun to be had in Purgatorio." She laid back on the grass with him, gazing up at the blue sky. "Oh yeah?" "Mhm. Especially for exhibitionists."
Luka sat back up. "Wait, exhibitionists?" "Think about it. Everywhere is as private as a bedroom when you're in here." "Well, when you put it that way, I guess it makes sense." Bayonetta smiled, sitting up herself to meet his eyes.
"Now that we're on the same page, let's have some fun, hm?" She leaned in, cupping his cheek with her hand before kissing him. She moved up, pushing Luka back down onto the grass and straddling him with her legs on either side, her dress making the cleavage exemplary from his angle.
They kissed again, and the pair began making out, both of them growing more excited. He groped one of Bayonetta's breasts, before she slid the top of the dress down so the only fabric in the way was her bra.
After a few minutes of foreplay, she straightened herself up on top of him. Reaching down, she removed his belt, unbuttoning his pants before she pulled them down a little. Luka stopped her.
"Hold on, Bayonetta… right here?" She flashed him a wicked smile. "What's the matter, darling? Remember, we're practically invisible."
He gave her a hesitant nod, and she proceeded, getting his pants down to his thighs. She teased the bulge under his boxers with her hands before leaning up and kissing him again.
Her dress was already loose, fastened like a jacket by a single button at her chest. She undid it, dropping it to the grass as she exposed her underwear. Juxtaposed to the white dress, Bayonetta was wearing matching panties and bra, both in deep black, with modest frills and lace. The outfit was accentuated by her smoke grey pantyhose.
She needed no compliments as Luka's expression conveyed just how sexy she was. She finally removed his cock from his underwear. Unsurprisingly, he has already very hard and the umbra found no more foreplay necessary.
Gripping it by the base, she slid herself down onto the shaft. Bayonetta was an incredibly slim woman, but given how thorough her and Luka's hookup was a few days prior, she was just loose enough to fit his above average cock but still appropriately tight to make it exquisite for the two of them.
Lowering herself all the way down, she moaned, placing her gloved hands on his chest. Luka's gaze was hungry as he bucked upwards, and the witch bounced in response. The two continued the pattern of movements for a few minutes.
Bayonetta leaned down again, arching her back as she kissed him. In her new position, Luka took over, thrusting rapidly on his own as their lips met, eliciting moan after moan from the receiver.
As he felt her tighten, he let go of her hips and moved his hands to her chest, squeezing each of her tits as she climaxed. Her vagina tightened once around him like a vice, before loosening for a split second and then tightening again immediately after.
Finally cumming, Bayonetta let out a long, involved moan as she squirted on his cock. Even through the pleasure, she still bounced up and down, slowly, extending her orgasm and milking out Luka's.
"B-Bayonetta, I'm gonna…" She made eye contact, her pupils emanating pure bliss. "Oh, just do it, darling." She threw her head back as her orgasm finished, and Luka finally came himself, still working her breasts as he shot his load into her.
She kept kissing him, bucking up and down ever so slightly as he finished. When it had ended, Bayonetta rolled over, lying on the grass once more. They both were panting.
"God, that was amazing." Luka quickly stood to pull his pants up, sitting back down as he watched his partner. "Mmm… you're a great ride, Cheshire." Bayonetta pulled herself up as well to put her dress back on.
Her leaning on his shoulder, the two watched the birds flutter in and out of the pond. They sat for a few minutes before they heard a woman whistle behind them.
"Hey, you two." Jeanne was already in Purgatorio, sitting down next to the other witch. She set a bag down, withdrawing two bottles: a tall French wine and a smaller Stolichnaya. She held one in each hand. "How shall we start?"
Not wanting to hammer himself after the draining climax, Luka took the bottle of wine, prying off the cap and sipping on it. Humorously, he passed it to Bayonetta, who took a swig. She handed it to Jeanne, but she declined, already starting on her vodka.
Bayonetta smiled. "Jeanne…" "What? I haven't had a drink all day, and wine just makes me sleepy." Being the experienced alchoholic that she was, the platinum blonde had no need for a shot glass.
The three kept drinking as the sun set over the lake, casting a gorgeous light on the entire park. As his buzz set in, Luka felt happier than ever, relishing the beautiful scenery and the beautiful women in his company.
It wasn't long before Jeanne was in the mood, kissing at Bayonetta's neck affectionately. The witch shoved her off, though. "What's the matter?"
"I'm just a little tired…" Bayonetta tried to hide her and Luka's earlier hookup. "Well I'm horny." Luka stood up again. "Then we'll have to take care of you, gorgeous."
Stepping just down the hill, he brought himself in front of Jeanne, getting on his knees. "Oh my…" Cereza slid herself behind her, supporting her weight as she mirrored the kissing around her neck.
She unhooked Jeanne's dress as she nuzzled her, beginning to play with her boobs, while Luka slid her tight complimentary pants off. "What's gotten into you two?"
"Must be the wine." He joked as he finally pulled her leggings down, leaving them bunched around her heels. Jeanne wore a much simpler set of underwear than Cereza, with minimalist black underwear and a similar bra; it made more since given how tight and covering her outfit was.
As Bayonetta distracted her with kissing and chest groping, Luka stooped down, pulling her panties down and slowly licking the length of her clitoris. "Mmmph!" Her eyes shot open as she moaned, with the other witch's tongue still in her mouth.
Taking it as good indication to continue, Luka kept going, only this time around her clit. He'd work around her vagina with his tongue, even teasing her lips up and down, ignoring her most sensitive spot in purpose.
Sticking his tongue in her, he'd push against her walls, before withdrawing, once again tracing up her vagina, only to frustrate her by dodging the clit. She tried to move her hand down to rub it herself, but Bayonetta held her arms in place.
After a painstaking amount of teasing, Luka finally went in, feverishly licking her clitoris, washing away Jeanne's frustration with waves of pleasure. He then inserted two fingers, stretching out her walls as he worked her button as if it was an ice cream cone.
Between his signature move, and Bayonetta violating her mouth as she groped her tits, Jeanne came quickly, the climax not long lasting, but very powerful, given the booze in her system.
She fell back into her partner, who held her tenderly, stroking her hair. "You know, Luka… you have a real talent for pleasing women." He enjoyed the praise, especially given Jeanne was the witch that seemed to like him the least.
Jeanne recovered and dressed herself, and the three watched the sunset fade away from the horizon as they exchanged all too unimportant stories and finished off the bottles of booze.
As the air began to chill, they thought it was ample time they got home. "Thank you two, this was a perfect way to spend an afternoon." Jeanne was laid back on the hill. She took one final sip of the vodka before handing it to Luka. He took it with a smile.
"Wait, wait!" Bayonetta stopped him before he walked away. "It might be hard finding your way home. trapped in Purgatorio and all." She stood up, fumbling a little. She traced another portal for him, and it manifested itself quickly.
He took her sleeved hand in his, making eye contact one last time. "Thanks for the tip." He let her go, and stepped through the opening. Turning around, he chuckled to himself when he found the witches were once again invisible, before walking back to the train station.
Cereza sat down again, returning to hold Jeanne. "This was a lovely day, wasn't it?" "Oh, absolutely." The two paused, as the first star became visible in the evening sky.
"Jeanne?" "Yes, Cereza?" "Do you think Enzo would mind chauffeuring us? I don't think I could manage stumbling home in these heels." They both laughed.