Chapter 16

Ah, yes, a sleepless night indeed it was for poor Felt. Apparently Fee could keep up her teasing in her sleep, or maybe Felt was just that fucking horny. How long had it been since he'd last taken care of his 'morning problems' again?

Oh right, not in a couple of months now, mainly because of Iris' insistence that she spend as much time getting to know him as humanly possible, or since she was the reincarnation of his goddess, as goddessly as possible? Eh, too much effort, back to focusing on Fee's ass for the umpteenth time that, well morning now. Ah yes, that's right Felt old boy, keep thinking other thoughts.

Whelp, he jinxed that one, she was beginning to slow down. While normally that would be a good thing, it was not in this scenario. Because of course it wasn't, she was pressing harder into him now, which somehow was more stimulating. Might as well try and see just what was going on down there.

He wasn't a pervert or anything, but by no means was he a prude either. Everybody could appreciate a nice ass every now and again, and as it just so happens, here was one now, having pressed against his dick for the better part of the night. He just may have to sneak out and deal with a more pressing issue than his experiments.

Fee shifted in her sleep, leaning more on him than grinding now. It seems that she had fallen into a deeper sleep now, the perfect time for him to slip away. Ah, but fate is a bitch indeed, now isn't she? Because just as Felt, as stealthily as he possibly could, began to slide away from his sleeping fiancé, somehow triggered her to completely turn around, basically laying half-way on top of him. Well then, this was annoying.

But maybe, just maybe, fate isn't that much of a bitch at all. Fee's hand had somehow found its way to the waistband of the loose trousers he'd chosen. Okay then, well, hopefully he could fix this by morning, because if not, then he was a dead man. Max had made that more than clear in their last little "chat." But, you know, her hand didn't just stop at the waistband, no, it instead slithered its way south. With south containing a rather, well, his cock.

And, Felt, like most healthy young men, reacted in the only way he knew how; he fucking panicked and tried to pull himself away because he was too pretty to die the death of a thousand cuts via the tender caresses of a pissed off older brother's sword. Not the best of ideas really.

"I said don't move Felt, your hands have just barely finished healing from your last little 'experiment.'"

Wait, wait just a minute now, she hadn't been asleep this whole time? Meaning that her little 'movements' had not been entirely coincidental.

"Wait a second, you mean to tell me that you've been awake this entire time?"

"Your point?" She was smirking now, in a way which was totally out of character for her.

"You, you were... with your hand... and your..." Felt could feel his face heat up as he tried to explain to the girl beside him the semantics of what it was she had been doing to him for the last two or so hours.

She said nothing, instead forcing her hand further down into his pants. Her eyes slightly widened as her hand made first contact with his manhood. Now, Fee had read her fair share of novels about this sort of thing, you know what with her being just as curious as any other girl about this sort of thing, but those books had never went into too much detail.

So, Fee, being the curious young woman, lightly squeezed the fleshy thing currently in her hand. To which Felt exhaled sharply. Good, just like that one scene in her favourite book then. Next all she had to do was move her hand just like Lita had done to Klein on page forty seven in the book.

She began to slowly move her hand in the up and down motion, just like she had read, shooting curious glances up at Felt, trying to gauge his reaction. Upon seeing his flushed face, she began to pick up the pace a bit more, quickly falling into a steady pace.

It had only been a few minutes, but judging by his body language, he was approaching his climax. It was a bit disappointing, but Lita had slowly gotten better at sex over the course of her book, so maybe it was the same for guys?

Felt's hips charged into her hand as he reached his limit, covering her wrist with two months worth of pent up sexual frustration.

Fee studied her left hand with a minor amount of awe, she had studied this when Eizlen had taught her the bare basics of where babies came from, but reading about it from a book a blushing old nun handed her, and experiencing it were two different things entirely.

"Hey Felt?" She needed something more in this moment, like an itch she just couldn't scratch. At least, not until their wedding night. And while she may not be able to scratch that itch, she could at the very least lightly rub up on it.

"Yeah?"

She said nothing more, instead opting to crash her lips against his, skipping any formalities by shoving her tongue as deep into his mouth as she could feasibly get it, all the while allowing her cum coated hands to explore his bare chest.

Now then, time to get him to return the favour a little bit.

Midnight hunts were always the most risky, and thus, it was a good thing he had the next few days off, barring any emergencies of course.

But just laying in an empty bed was boring as all hell, if only Mitsue were beside him, then maybe he'd be able to sleep easier. Probably not, he had killed way too many people in recent weeks for him to get anything resembling a full night of rest. But just having her close to him gave him some peace of mind, after all, they'd only just started really getting along.

Only for a few more weeks would she be gone, she had a surprise for him when she got back anyways. Whatever it was, it had better be worth the wait.

With that, Poe closed his eyes and consciously began to put in more effort into going to sleep.

They stood but a mere fifty meters from the tent where the now former queen was. But of course, they had their queen with them, for who better to prey on a queen than another queen?

"Should we try and get at 'em now majesty?"

The queen shook her head, eyes glaring westward.

"No you fool, if we even attempt anything against this bitch we'll have the whole goddamn imperial army after our sorry asses!"

The bandit queen huffed, rather pleased with herself.

"No, all we're after is that thrice-damned hunter... and I think that them two'll lead us right to him. After all, it's about time this little game of ours came to an end."

End Here.

We're reaching the end game of what I've dubbed: the bandit queen arc.

And yes, I am aware that there was technically no sex in this chapter, but I've gotta build up proper sexual tension for the payload to be just that much more satisfying.