A Shield's Solace

by Maxaro

"Please, Naofumi… I just want to make this feeling disappear and these memories to be wiped from my mind. Help me replace them with thoughts of you instead," Olga begged him./ Kuroinu fix-it fic, basically, with Naofumi getting to play the rape-stopping hero because reasons. Genuine attempts have been made to address the trauma that all characters involved have suffered through.

1: The Queen's Solace

AN: Welp. This is a thing. Officially over a year in the making as of a few weeks ago, and still not completely done. Much like I did with my story "When Body and Heart Unite", I'm posting this first chapter separately from the second to give myself a stronger push to finish the whole thing. Cover art drawn by 1unsh on Twitter and commissioned by yours truly.

Kuroinu, as a series, is a big ol' fucking thorn in my side. I genuinely really like the characterization for a lot of the ladies in the series and the designs hit a bunch of spots for me, but safe to say, I'm not exactly a big fan of rape hentai. In fact, there are few genres I hate more. This story is basically my spite filled way of giving Olga and Chloe a happier ending.

And yes, I know I'm fudging the timeline a bit in regards to when events take place. No, I do not particularly care.

The Solace of a Savior

The intermittent sparks and crackling of the campfire in front of him provided Naofumi with as close to a distraction as he could get at the moment, the sounds not quite letting him relax, but it was enough. For now at least. There was little else he could do besides listlessly gazing into the flickering flames, idly poking at the burning twigs and branches with a stick every few moments. He truly wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel at the moment; what he was supposed to think about the situation he found himself in. For the second time in his life, he'd gotten himself transported to another world with different rules and laws than the one he'd called his home, and at this point he had to wonder if he'd somehow pissed off a random god or something and they were now intent on making his life difficult as punishment, as well as to amuse themselves.

His day had started normally enough, with both Filo and Raphtalia having sneaked into his tent, waking him up with their tossing and turning, and after tossing them out the normalcy had continued right up until lunch time. He'd went out into the woods to catch them some fresh meat to eat and, as he he'd been returning with their grub, suddenly the ground beneath him had turned into a swirling mass of colors that had consumed him entirely before he'd even had the chance to shout in alarm, spitting him out in some kind of castle he'd never seen before, and things had only gotten crazier from there. In the end it had culminated with him sitting here, in the dark, with a dilapidated shack of a building behind him that acting as his shelter for the night.

Or their shelter, to be more precise.

Simply recalling the past day's events put a foul taste in Naofumi's mouth and he grimaced as his idle pokes at the fire turned into jabs of disgust, the only sense of relief he could find being that his newfound companions were at least not in any immediate danger anymore. Small as something like that might be.

He wasn't really sure for how long he'd been sat there, just staring, listening to wood snapping from heat. It could just as easily been a couple of minutes as it could have been hours—though considering how numb his backside had gotten from sitting on the fallen tree beneath him, he was leaning towards the second option—all he knew for certain was that he didn't feel tired enough to actually head to sleep yet. Physically, his body was spent after trekking as far as he could away from that castle, not to mention the fatigue that came from the fighting he'd done to get out in the first place, but there was simply too much going on in his head for him to actually rest anytime soon. Telling himself that he was keeping watch in case of a sudden attack was a weak justification, but he had a hard time admitting to himself that he was scared what he might wake up to if he did try to get some sleep.

The sound of footsteps approaching him from behind caught Naofumi's attention and he instinctively tensed up, ready for some kind of trouble, but his guard quickly lowered again when he saw just who it was coming towards him.

"I thought you said you were going to sleep," he remarked without turning away from the fire as the striking, dark skinned figure of Olga Discordia, recently usurped queen of the dark elves, took a seat next to him, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed together.

"You recall correctly, and I did slumber, albeit only for a short while, but my dreams kept replaying everything that happened and..." she trailed off, not needing to say more for Naofumi to get the picture.

"How about Chloe? Is she awake too?"

Olga shook her head. "I do not believe so. Restless, maybe, but asleep nonetheless."

"That's good. Or better than nothing, at least. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day, most likely," Naofumi sighed grimly.

The conversation stopped there, making way for a quiet that only lasted for a moment before Olga broke it by speaking up again.

"I have yet to properly thank you for what you did for me and Chloe," she said, also looking at the fire before them. "Were it not for you, the things that those mongrels might have done… I do not wish to imagine even a single second of it..."

A shudder went through Olga's form, strong enough that Naofumi could feel it through their close proximity. He didn't blame her in the slightest.

"It was some good timing, yeah, and there's nothing to thank me for. What was I supposed to do? Just leave you? Stay and watch?" Another sharp thrust into the fire accentuated his words. "No. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I didn't try to help you two."

Glancing to the side and seeing how Olga hugged herself with a faraway look in her eye made Naofumi realize that it didn't seem to matter what world he found himself in; there would always be scumbag humans out to ruin the lives of others. The Black dogs, as they called themselves, were just another example of that rule.

The feeling of driving his fist into Vault, the gang leader's face still lingered on Naofumi's knuckles and he doubted he'd ever experience as much unbridled satisfaction from hurting someone as he had at that moment, with the possible exception of a certain princess. The whole battle that had followed his 'arrival' was a blur in his mind, but he remembered a few details distinctly, with one of them being sending Vault tumbling across the floor like the pile of dirt he was. It had been pure instinct, honestly; he'd seen an elven woman held by a group of thugs, their sickening and sleazy voices breaking the stupor he'd been in from being tossed into a new place and for as much as Naofumi didn't want to be a 'hero', he'd simply acted. The gang didn't even notice him until he'd thrown himself into the middle of them and knocked their leader to the ground. After that, he just knew that he'd pushed aside the men holding Olga, using the chaos his sudden appearance had caused to grab her and rushing towards anything that looked like an exit. The only thing that had stopped him was when Olga told him about her second in command locked up in the dungeon. Following her directions, he'd then found Chloe and had just been in time to stop a gang of orcs from seemingly doing what the Black dogs had been planning to do to Olga, finally escaping the castle together as a trio.

They then fled for as long as their bodies could handle, making their way deeper and deeper into the dark forests surrounding the area, eventually setting up camp in an abandoned hovel in the middle of nowhere. None of them really knew what they were supposed to do next, but Naofumi had made the executive decision in the end that they should get as much rest as they could and come up with a plan in the morning.

Though it didn't seem like either him nor Olga would be able to follow through on that idea.

Despite the fire crackling away before them, Naofumi became acutely aware of the chill that still lingered in the air around them when once again he felt Olga shiver beside him, and it only took a glance to see that she was hugging herself even tighter now, her outfit being a far-cry from his own in terms of providing warmth clearly. Her attire was the same as when they'd first 'met'; arms, legs, and chest covered in purple, interlinked strips of something, the material unlike anything Naofumi had ever seen before. Calling it 'revealing' would be an understatement, but he had made the mental choice to ignore any and all thoughts regarding the ensemble after he'd gotten her and Chloe away from the Black dogs.

Wordlessly, Naofumi unclasped his cape from around his neck and laid it over the dark elf's slender shoulders, his gaze back on the fire by the time she noticed his 'gift'. He just barely caught her mumbled 'thank you' as she wrapped the cloak around herself and grunted something non-distinct in reply.

To call the silence that fell over them 'comfortable' would be a stretch, but it didn't feel awkward either, at least not to Naofumi. It let him think some more, if nothing else. Everything had happened so fast since he'd arrived in this world that he hadn't even really had time to wonder if there was a way for him to go back home… wherever that might be. He wasn't even sure where he wanted to go at the moment, considering how he'd been treated in his 'new' world, but at the same time he couldn't just leave Raphtalia and Filo like that.

He needed to at the very least say goodbye to them, somehow, if he was planning on searching for even more of these 'dimensions' now that he knew there were more than two.

"You are not from around here, are you Naofumi?" Olga asked finally.

Naofumi had to chuckle dryly at that, considering his rather unique set of circumstances. "You could say that. It'd kinda be an understatement though. Originally, I'm from a place called 'Earth', but a couple of months ago I was more or less sucked into a book, believe it or not, and found myself in a totally different world. Been living there until earlier today, when I fell through some kind of portal and got transported again, ending up here. Sounds insane, I know, but it's the truth."

"I see. Truthfully, I assumed as much," Olga admitted. "Maybe not that this was your second time crossing worlds, but still. Your clothing does not resemble any culture I have heard of in these lands, nor does your magic energy seem to belong here. And, well..." she seemed to mull her words over momentarily, "I could not imagine any other lowly human from this world would even attempt to save me of all people."

There was more to Olga's words than she let on Naofumi could tell, but he decided to leave it be for now. Tonight wasn't the night to learn about the history of this world. Instead, he allowed himself to remember the treatment he'd seen of non-humans back in Melromarc, as well as what he'd himself gone through.

"Can't say I'm too fond of 'humans' in general either," he spat out as Malty's face flashed in the flames in front of him, followed closely by that bastard of a king and then other three heroes who had ruined everything for him. He suddenly felt a strong urge to go back to that world, if only to make sure the lot of them got what they deserved.

"Yes, you are very… different compared most anyone I have met, be they human or not," Olga agreed, and it was only now that Naofumi noticed that she had scooted even closer to him, actively leaning her undeniably curvaceous body into his side in a way that he had a very difficult time seeing as unintentional.

Despite himself, he found the physical contact… nice in a way that he wouldn't have expected, seeing as he'd only just met Olga today. It had been a long while since he'd been physically close like this with someone other than Filo and Raphtalia, he realized. For what might as well have been a whole lifetime, he'd been so closed off from all but the two of them, not letting anyone get near enough to touch him in this kind of manner, terrified at the prospect of meeting 'another' Malty, and at some level it had made him forget just how comforting even a small gesture could feel. There was a part of him, hardened and cold from distrust, that told him to move, that this could just be another trick, but the ordeals of the day let him ignore it for once.

After a second of deliberation, Naofumi carefully moved his arm around the dark elf's shoulders, neither pulling her in or pushing her away, simply letting it rest there as gently as he could manage. When she didn't do anything to stop him, he let a bit of his weight settle onto her, just like she was doing to him.

Not a minute after he did so, however, Naofumi could feel the former queen start to shake against him, and he started to quickly lean away from her, cursing inwardly, but before he could create any meaningful distance between them, he felt a tug on his chest, stopping him.

For a tense moment that felt far longer than what it should have, Naofumi didn't so much as move a single muscle, his eyes focused on the hand grabbing onto the rim of his breastplate. It was clutching hard at the metal, he could tell, to the point where the knuckles were whitening from the strain, and when he finally followed the arm up to its owner, he found Olga's own eyes downcast with her shoulders quivering like a leaf thrown around by harsh winds.

"Please… do not go..."

Were it not for their proximity, there was no way that Naofumi would have been able to catch the words that Olga practically breathed out, and he didn't resist when she tugged at him again, pulling him in close so that she cloud lean on him like before, her features becoming obscured by her long, pitch black hair. After a bit of coaxing, he also let her guide his arm over her shoulders as well, and while the shaking continued for a couple of minutes, Naofumi made no more attempts to pull away. He let his body absorb the shudders and stayed silent even as he heard the quiet sobbing coming from the dark elf, droplets of wetness landing in his lap periodically.

He'd never been in a situation like this before—not consciously at least—where someone was actively using him for support, and it was daunting in a way that lacked comparison. But he still did as she asked. He stayed, and let himself be as a pillar for Olga, no matter his own worries and inexperience.

It took some time, but eventually Olga seemed to have let out the worst of her feelings, the tremors rocking her becoming small enough that Naofumi could only barely notice them, and her breathing beginning to resemble something calm.

"That was rather… unbecoming of me. My apologies for making you see that. A-as a queen, I should have greater control over my emotions," Olga said, her voice obviously trying to sound steady and resolute, but Naofumi could hear the chips and cracks beneath the surface of it all. He'd tried hiding his own emotions in much the same way in the past.

"Don't mention it," Naofumi replied, unsure what else he could really say at this point.

He could feel Olga shaking her head against him before she leaned away just enough to raise her head, her single visible, golden eye gleaming in the light of the fire as she looked up at him.

"No," she declared firmly for the first time that night, "I came to you to show you my gratitude for all you have done, and instead I forced you to witness me at my lowest. It is not right." As she spoke, Olga finally let go of Naofumi's breastplate, and slowly moved her hand downwards, her fingers trailing over his leather clad abdomen and then his waist, its journey ending once she'd reached his upper leg where she let it rest.

Suddenly, it was the shield-hero's turn to tremble, barely suppressing a full-body flinch when he recognized were she'd left her long, smooth digits.

"Olga?" The tension in Naofumi's body rivaled that of the dark elf's own earlier, and his gut churned with uncertainty as he looked down intently at the hand she'd laid on his thigh. "What's going on here? What are you doing…?"

He was fairly certain he knew the answer, he wasn't that oblivious, but he needed to be absolutely sure, lest he say or do something phenomenally stupid.

"You saved us," Olga said softly, voice laden with emotion. "You deserve a reward, and with my kingdom usurped, this is the only thing I can offer you. Am I not desirable to you?"

As his suspicions were confirmed, Naofumi swallowed hard, practically his whole brain screaming at him to run away, but the only movement he could muster was to put his own hand atop Olga's. It was if the whole world stood still; nothing existed except the two of them and the undeniable spark that had just flashed between them.

"That's- I can't. It wouldn't be right. Not after what happened. I don't need any thanks for what I did." Again, Malty's wicked features were at the forefront of Naofumi's mind, unbidden and unwelcome, and it only made his stomach drop further. "You're... vulnerable right now, and I refuse to take advantage of that..." 'Not like she did,' his thoughts finished after he trailed off.

Praying that this would be the end of the conversation, Naofumi was thrown off guard when Olga suddenly twisted her wrist and grabbed his hand tightly, moving into him even further, her chest pushing against his side and their faces close enough together that he could feel her sharp breaths against his lips and nose. Her eyes were shimmering with new tears that threatened to fall at any moment and he was about to attempt to decline her offer again, somehow, when she her voice killed any reply he'd begun to assemble.

"Then do it for me! Please!"

Of all the things Naofumi might have expected Olga to say, this was certainly not one of them. Nor would he have expected to see the downright desperate expression now marring her regal features as tears ran down her cheeks, no attempts to hide them this time. It stole both his voice and his breath away.

"I can still feel them all over me. Their disgusting hands. The way they held me down as they spoke about what they were going to do to me and to Chloe and to all of my other female subjects, and how I was completely powerless to stop any of it. They wanted to defile me, leave me broken. And their eyes... all of them were so revoltingly full of depraved desires. It is all still there, like a thousand vile maggots crawling beneath my skin…" there was a hollowness to Olga's voice that rammed into Naofumi like a spear of ice, and he wanted to tell her to stop, but the words refused to form in his mouth. He could only continue to listen.

"Please, Naofumi… I just want to make this feeling disappear and these memories to be wiped from my mind. Help me replace them with thoughts of you instead," Olga begged him.

It was a sobering thing to witness, the once clearly proud and powerful elf queen brought down to such a sorry state. It felt so very wrong to Naofumi, despite having only known her for what at most amounted half a day. No one should be forced to endure feelings like these, the part of him that had made him continue to fight the Waves despite the hatred he'd been met with shouted out inside his heart, while the cold, betrayed side of him just wanted to run, fear of having his trust broken again digging into his bones. There was a clear way in which he could try to fix this, and that was by helping Olga, but as to whether he could actually go through with something like that or not, he had no idea.

Naofumi found himself at an impasse, one with roads that both lead off into the unknown. He could feel his heart hammering within his chest as Olga continued to look up at him, her hand still clinging to his. The unadulterated desperation that radiated from every inch of her being reminded him painfully of how she'd looked right before he'd saved her—and how he must have looked when the king had tried to take Raphtalia away from him—and in a flash, all of the day's hardships seemed to wash over him once again, followed closely by seemingly every single thing that he'd endured since opening that accursed book.

When the flow of memories stopped, what he was left with was simple exhaustion, the kind that bored its way into his body, his mind, his soul even, leaving him feeling so very tired. So drained. And in that moment, all Naofumi wanted to do was to let go.

So he did just that.

"Okay," he breathed out softly. "I'll do it. I'll help you." He gave Olga's hand a squeeze in return.

Desperation was quickly replaced with relief, and Naofumi felt as if a small weight had been lifted from his stomach when he saw a bit of light return to Olga's tear-swollen but no less beautiful eyes before her body practically melted into his as she wound both her arms around his midsection and hugged him with what had to be everything she had, nails digging into his sides as she began trembling once more. This time, however, he could tell it was different.

Naofumi wasted no time in returning the embrace, face burrowing into the dark elf's silken, pitch black tresses, being reminded again of how long it had been since he'd shared this kind of closeness with anyone, along with realizing just how much he had subconsciously missed it.

"Thank you…" he heard Olga mumble against his chest. He didn't need to say anything, simply holding her a bit tighter. Her body felt so very delicate in his arms and equally as soft, like she was made of something that wasn't meant to be touched, yet the fervor with which she hugged him back drove away any worries he might have had about hurting her. There was no doubt in Naofumi's mind that he could stay like this for the rest of the night, though he knew that helping Olga entailed a lot more than just this.

Pushing down the slight tinge of disappointment he felt when he pulled away from her, Naofumi moved his hand up to tenderly cup Olga's cheek, wiping away a stray tear that still lingered on her features. Her own hand laid itself atop his and he could feel her lean into his touch almost like a cat. Where exactly they should go from here, he had no idea, his experience in the field of intimacy being incredibly limited, but something told him that it didn't matter in the end. That he just needed to follow his instincts.

And right now, they told him to kiss Olga.

Still with his hand resting against her cheek, Naofumi guided the dark elf towards him, meeting her halfway, pale and dark lips caressing one another. Right away, his eyes closed so that he could simply focus on taking in the indescribable feeling of Olga's mouth against his own as well as her body beneath his hands. Even with his cape, so much of her skin still laid bare to him, and wherever his fingers graced, he could feel jolts and shivers run all throughout her, skin pebbling with goose-flesh. He took it slowly and carefully, intently concentrated on how she reacted to him, ready to pull away at any sign of discomfort. But none came.

With every additional inch of her that he explored, Olga only seemed to pull him closer, arms now firmly around his neck, fingers in his tussled hair, with small sighs and breaths escaping into their kiss when her curves yielded easily underneath his touch. It was electrifying, and Naofumi let himself savor it.

Bit by bit, their kiss grew more passionate, and Naofumi eventually felt certain enough to grace Olga's lips with his tongue. He felt her freeze up for a split second, breath hitching, but it passed as quickly as it came, her lips parting tentatively for him to enter, something he did without hesitation. Their tongues met with a soft moan from both of them, and Naofumi continued his show of restraint by letting Olga make the first move, no matter how much he wanted to experience every nook and cranny of the dark elf's body right about now. Her fingers clutched at his hair and shoulder and he wondered for a moment if he'd been too hasty, but then he felt something brush over his teeth and the worry disappeared, returning the gesture instead by letting their tongues start a slow wrestle that he almost immediately won.

Not that he minded it. To have control of something for once, even something like as this, was more than enough for Naofumi to let things continue as they were. And from the sounds Olga was making, she was happy with the dynamic at the moment as well.

The seemingly distant sparking of the fire was the only thing that indicated that time was in fact still moving outside of their embrace, and Naofumi didn't feel any desire to break their kiss. There was something exotic about the way Olga's mouth felt against his own, distinctly inhuman even, and her taste was equally so; sweet and savory, yet, at the same time, smokey somehow. Whatever the combination was, Naofumi liked it, and he was happy to let it continue until, with a start, he realized just how empty his lungs had grown. He pulled away slowly, with Olga trying to follow him at first, seemingly not content with their kiss ending already, but then she too apparently realized their situation, and they parted, both taking deep breaths.

"That was… my first kiss..." Olga whispered bashfully, daintily touching her lips as she averted her eyes.

"Oh," was all Naofumi could reply with at the sudden revelation. "Does that mean you're also…?" his words trailed off, but Olga clearly understood where he'd been going and nodded, one of her hands trailing a pattern on her flat stomach, right above where a strange symbol marred her skin that he just now noticed.

"It is a seal of protection," Olga answered the unspoken question that had been hanging on Naofumi's tongue, evidently picking up on his examination of the now identified seal. "I cast it on myself right before you arrived, but due to this infernal collar that those savages put on me, practically all of my magic power has been drained. I… truly do not know if it would have worked or not. If it could have stopped them."

Merely recounting the events of the day had a clear effect on the dethroned queen, but this time Naofumi made sure to take her into his arms again before any new tremors had the chance to start, holding her close while his fingers began to run through her long, obsidian mane in slow, comforting strokes.

"I do not have the energy to undo it, but the seal should have no effect on you. It is only forged with the intention to ward off unwanted people. Something you are not," Olga spoke against his chest, voice slightly muffled. When she turned to look up at him again, Naofumi felt a tingle pass up his spine as he watched the smolder in her eyes, glossy lips parted slightly, her whole expression practically shouting out for him to kiss her some more.

Suddenly, however, when he pushed against the small of her back, Olga flinched away, breaking their embrace, one hand planted on his chest. Naofumi was about to ask what he did wrong when he caught were she was looking and how her other hand was rubbing a spot right below her collar bone, realizing what had happened.

Following Olga's gaze, he regarded the pointed center of his breastplate, something that would undoubtedly be uncomfortable if it was pushed against someone's bare skin. However, he only need a glance towards Olga to know that they were thinking the same thing.

Without having to say a word, Naofumi unfastened the clasps holding the protective piece of metal in place on his chest and laid it down on the ground beside them. In the same movement, he also shrugged off the leather jacket he wore underneath the breastplate along with his finger-less gloves, leaving him in nothing but a thin, brown tunic that clung to his skin from the exertions the day had forced upon him. As soon as he'd relieved himself of the gear, he could feel Olga's eyes rake over him intently, and he couldn't help the small smile that crossed his lips when he met her stare. Despite the rotten hand he'd gotten dealt since being summoned to Melromarc, all the hardships had let him build up a rather impressive physique, though it wasn't until he saw the beginnings of heat in Olga's eyes as she took in his barely covered upper body that he fully came to appreciate the changes to his body that the past couple of months had brought.

"Want me to take this off too?" he asked, tugging on the collar of his shirt. Olga simply nodded in reply, hands squirming atop her lap.

As Naofumi continued taking off his clothing, there was a whirl of thoughts going through the usurped queen's head, her eyes unable to pull themselves away from the spectacle, though even if she could, she didn't know whether she'd want to do such a thing. This was the first time she'd ever been exposed to the body of a human male in this manner, with someone slowly revealing themselves to her, and she couldn't help but notice just how different Naofumi looked compared to an elven male.

How broad his shoulders were... how solidly built his entire torso appeared to be... how thick and powerful his arms looked. She'd felt some of it when he hugged her before, but it wasn't until now that she could fully appreciate it; appreciate him.

It was the exact opposite of what she had been used to men looking like. Elven males were lithe and limber, their bodies made to be quick and nimble. Humans, on the other hand… sturdy was the only word that felt appropriate, at least when she looked at Naofumi.

Right as the thought hit her though—how unlike one another humans and elves were—a dreadful memory resurfaced, and for a horrifying split second Olga was taken back to her throne room, with those scum beginning to undress all around her, leering and gaping at her relentlessly. They'd had bodies of all kinds, from bulging and muscular to bulbous and fat, their complexions almost universally less fair than Naofumi's. She felt bile start to rise up her throat along with a cold that had nothing to do with her surroundings setting into her bones. Fear dragged her breath from her lungs, and the despair she'd felt back then started taking hold of her once more…

But then, just as quickly as the memory had appeared, it faded away. Vile brigands were driven away by the image of a single bare chested warrior, her savior, with his face bereft of any kind of malice or lechery, instead being marred with concern. For her.

Before her was Naofumi; a human—a man—that was nothing like them.

Olga only noticed that she'd started moving when she spotted her hand halfway across the gap between herself and Naofumi's bodies, and she immediately stopped. Before she could pull it back to her lap, however, Naofumi was there to catch it, gently holding her wrist. There was another flash of remembrance in her head, this time of the feeling of those hounds' filthy, disgusting hands keeping her in place, and she almost jerked away, but she was again reminded that this was Naofumi, not them. This touch was not sweaty and cruel, it was careful. Rather than retreating, she let the shield-hero guide her forward towards his chest.

The moment she made contact with his flesh, Olga let out a shuddering breath, almost feeling lightheaded. Her fingers slowly splayed out across his skin, right over his heart, with her eyes transfixed on the sight, and the very first thing that she registered was just how warm he felt, even compared to the campfire they were sat next to. She felt his bare hands on her arms and there was no roughness in his grip, no maliciousness, and when she finally looked up at her savior's face again, his eyes deep with emotion as they met hers, there was nothing in his features that made her think of that bastard Vault or his pack.

He was the opposite of all of them.

"You okay?" Naofumi asked after a couple of seconds had passed since she'd touched him.

"I am now. Thanks to you," Olga whispered back, allowing herself to feel his heartbeat buzz through her arm. Her second hand joined the first and she mirrored his own exploration of her body by taking in every firm cord of muscle across his torso, fingers trailing lower and lower until she reached his abdomen, at which point she stopped.

She felt a tugging within her chest, her heart even, that lead her forwards. In the back of her mind, just beneath the surface, those eyes continued to violate her, still made her skin crawl and squirm, but before her was the possibility of salvation from these disgusting feelings, if only for the night, or even for just a moment. Just like when he'd first accepted her plea for help, Olga let her instincts guide her and she moved her whole body forward, allowing more of their skin to touch than ever before as she embraced Naofumi. Immediately she felt the difference; the foreign electricity that flowed into her from the meeting of their naked flesh, and the warmth that she'd felt before that completely burned away any chill she could imagine, whether it be within or upon her. His scent filled her senses as she breathed in deep; rich, earthy, and distinctly human, but so very different from the stench that had clung to that swine-pack. So much more comforting. He was so large compared to her, so sturdy, and as her head tucked into the crook of his neck and his arms went around her, Olga realized that whatever horrors she had been through, this embrace right here made her feel protected from anything in the world that might try to ruin her like those dogs had. He could be her shield.

Naofumi made her feel safe when nothing else seemingly could.

Olga sighed into Naofumi's skin as she continued to savor the way his distinct heat seemed to seep into her body, cleansing her from within, removing the taint that Vault and his band had left on her. She wanted to bury deeper into the embrace, in the safety that it gave her, but such a thing was simply impossible, the limit of flesh having been reached. Or so she thought, at least.

The shield-hero himself too basked in Olga's soft and supple form clinging to him, her breaths tickling his chest in a rather pleasant way. His hands traced the contours of her back and then started to move downwards, almost on their own, finding the swell of her hips. He could hear a gentle moan from the dark elf when he reached his destination, and he allowed himself to indulge in the feeling of his fingers digging into her malleable flesh. Her breaths were coming faster now, hotter too, with her arms tightening around him.

"Nng-… please keep going, Naofumi. Make it all disappear." There was a deep need in Olga's voice, audible as day, and she shifted against Naofumi, trying to push herself into his hands and chest at the same time it seemed.

"You're still sure about all of this?" he had to ask before another boundary was crossed, creating just a little bit of distance between them.

"Yes. I wa- need this. No matter what, I just cannot let the feeling of those hands all over me come back. I will not be able to stand it, and this is the only thing that can keep them away. I am certain of it. I do not even want to close my eyes, not when I feel so afraid that when I open them again, you will be gone and all of this will just have been a wishful dream." With every word she spoke, Olga's tone rose in its intensity, only to drop to a whisper so soft that it could have been written of as trick of the mind. "You are the only one who can help me. I-I… need you, Naofumi. Please, be my shield."

The shimmer of fresh tears was visible in Olga's eyes, and it was a painful thing to see for Naofumi. Even more so coupled with all the other things he saw reflected in them; pain, fear, despair, desperation, and even shame. But at the same time, he could also see sparks of other things. When their eyes met, there was an unmistakable glimmer of hope, of longing, all of it directed solely at him. In every sense of the word, Olga was entirely in his hands at the moment.

A small, surprised sounding moan escaped the dark elf when Naofumi kissed her and, with a hand supporting the small of her back, guided her down towards the ground by the fire. With a flick of his fingers, his cloak slipped off her slender shoulders and he was grateful for its thickness as it served as a makeshift blanket that he could deposit Olga on top of, her arms encircling his neck. When he pulled away and got a proper look at her, he was almost overcome by how frail she appeared beneath him, so unlike any human he'd met before. He'd never been the most delicate or careful person in the world up until now, but that's exactly what he needed to be for Olga, so he would continue trying.

Trailing a finger along the hem of the purple piece of clothing covering her chest, Naofumi placed slow and gentle kisses down her cheek and neck, giving her every opportunity to stop him, but all she did was shiver against him.

"Can I see you?" he asked between kisses, tugging at the purple thing again.

"Y-yes..." he heard Olga gasp, her grip on him loosening so he could look down the length of her torso.

On a hunch, he tentatively pulled at the leathery fabric and watched as it started to peel of off Olga's skin until he could remove it fully, letting it join his own clothing in a pile next to them. Free from their restraints, Olga's breasts moved in time with her sharp breaths, as large as he'd been expecting them to be, and Naofumi was reminded that this was the first time he saw something like this in the flesh. They were topped with a pair of rose colored nipples that stood out sharply against the rest of the dark elf's dusky skin. It was truly a sight to behold.

"You are absolutely breathtaking, Olga," he said, head turning up just in time to catch Olga's blush.

It helped alleviate some of the tension of the moment, thankfully, and Naofumi was happy to return to Olga's throat when he felt her arms pulling at him.

"Naofumi..." Olga whimpered softly, toes curling as she felt the Shield hero descending her neck. There was a static in the air that sent shocks through her whenever he touched her, kisses turning into swipes of his tongue and then scrapes with his teeth. In her many years of life, she'd never experienced something quite like it, and despite herself, she felt a certain amount of shame well up from the fact that she was letting a human of all creatures touch her like this; that she wanted a human to touch, and do more, to her. The ancient enemies of her whole race, and here she was, embracing one like her life depended on it.

If her ancestors could see her now, Olga knew that they would have turned away in disgust due to her actions, but deep in her heart, she knew that this was something she wasn't prepared to stop. She'd seen the darkest, most vile dregs that her world had to offer, had lost her kingdom to them, had almost lost everything she had left, and still, her body, mind, and soul was crying out for the touch of a human; her savior. For he was different than all the rest. For he made her feel protected.

For she needed him. Only he would allow her to heal, or so her heart told her.

Olga tensed up in anticipation when Naofumi's hands started running along her sides and the feeling of his lips slowed to a crawl right above her collar bone. He was gentle with her, fingers edging over her ribs at a pace that allowed her to familiarize herself with the experience, if only somewhat. She could feel his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin at the same time as he finally reached her breasts, a jolt of foreign sensations traveling throughout her body, stealing the breath from her lungs. Instinctively, she pulled his head tighter against her chest, only for a silent moan to escape her when she realized that she now held him in the valley of her cleavage. Despite the revelation, however, she didn't move him away from the position, only relaxing her grip a little.

With every additional moment that Naofumi explored Olga's body, he came to find that there didn't seem to be a single inch of her that wasn't inhumanly smooth and soft, and her breasts were no exception. They were firm and heavy in his hands, but still amazingly plush in a way that defied comparison, and feeling them against his face at the same time was enough to send a powerful throb down into his loins. With no experience to call upon, he was still just relying on gut feeling, and so far it hadn't lead him astray, giving him the confidence to give both of Olga's mounds a squeeze.

The gentle moan that his actions caused only served to further ignite the carnal fire building inside of Naofumi, but he ensured that he remained in control of himself despite it. He may have let go of his fears and worries, albeit only for now, but that didn't mean that his indulgence of Olga and her offer had to be wild or something similar. Neither of them would benefit from that. Not when they both craved security above all else.

Much like her kisses, Olga's skin tasted otherworldly almost, and it was easy to savor as he moved over the expanse of one of her breasts, still gently massaging them, fingers sinking into their doughy softness whenever he squeezed. His ears were slowly filling with gasps and sighs that told of previously unknown pleasure, guiding him forward to the summit of her dusky mound. He felt the dark elf shiver and squeal out a word he didn't recognize when he took her already hardened nipple into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders in a strangely pleasant, stinging way. It reminded him that this wasn't just a strange dream, that he really was here, in this moment, lapping lovingly at Olga's breast. It was a bittersweet feeling, in a sense, but he could ignore it in favor of focusing on the dark elf herself instead.

There was no rhyme or rhythm to his movements now, his tongue and mouth simply working over Olga's breast in whatever way seemed to illicit the most pleasant sounding noises from her quivering lips. Whenever she squeezed him tightly, he knew he'd hit the right spot, and did his best to mirror his oral ministrations with his hand on her other breast. He kissed, he licked, and he suckled, simply savoring the taste of Olga's flesh, the slight saltiness of the perspiration clinging to her skin, only pulling away after a moment to move his oral attentions to the other side of her chest.

Somewhere along the way, Olga had tangled their legs together, clinging to him with her whole body for support practically, and as Naofumi shifted to change his balance, he felt her freeze up beneath him. The reason for which he noticed when he shifted once again, and the position of his thigh registered, alongside what was pressed against it. Something hot and noticeably damp.

"Sorry, didn't mean to touch you there," Naofumi said awkwardly as he moved away from Olga's chest.

"I-I have… never felt like that before..." Olga replied breathlessly, mouth hanging half agape, eyes slightly unfocused as she gazed up at him. "It was… good..."

A beat of silence passed in which neither of them said or did anything, but then Naofumi looked down Olga's torso, past her now saliva stained breasts, to their still tangled legs. He lifted a hand and gently brought it down on Olga's stomach, her skin pebbling with goose flesh at his touch. The reality that he was the first person to do something like this to her was setting in for real by now, and if it weren't for the anticipation that shone in Olga's eyes when he looked back up to her face, he'd probably ask himself if this really was the right thing to do to help her.

Not to mention the fact that he also craved some kind of release as well for all the things he'd been bottling up over the course of the past couple of months.

"Should I continue…?" Naofumi asked softly, fingers tracing over the protective sigil on Olga's abdomen.

"Please..." Olga practically whimpered, nodding. She'd closed her eyes firmly, her whole body clearly on edge, and Naofumi understood that even if she was enjoying herself so far, he still needed to be careful.

Bit by bit, Naofumi moved lower and lower down Olga's stomach, following the curve of her pelvis, the texture beneath his fingers changing as he reached her panties. They were barely big enough to keep her from being exposed with their frilled hems riding very high up over her generous hips. Just like he'd felt before on his thigh, there was a distinct dampness to the fabric, its shape distorting and clinging to what laid on the other side of the cloth barrier; Olga's pussy. The outline of her lips was visible, if just barely, and the moment Naofumi allowed his fingers to apply slight pressure to the spot right at the top of them, Olga's legs started squirming, trapping his hand between her thighs.

Naofumi made no attempts to break free from his plush prison, letting the former queen take a few shuddering breaths, before he felt her tugging at his shoulders. He allowed himself to be pulled into her bosom again, fingers moving up to his hair, curling in his shaggy locks.

"Could y-you do that thing again? To my b-breasts, I mean? I got overwhelmed and my legs moved on their own, but if you do that first, it will probably help." Her request was spoken quietly, bashfully even. Luckily for her, however, Naofumi was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

Olga herself did her best to not tense up again and parted her legs enough for Naofumi's hand to be freed, silently grateful that he left it on one of her thighs instead of removing it entirely, his touch making tingles spread up to her stomach. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth when he started rubbing his cheek against her bosom, setting her whole body alight with one swift motion. His skin was much more coarse than any elf she'd met in all her years, but Olga didn't mind it. In fact, coupled with the gentleness with which Naofumi continued to touch her, she found it very pleasant.

Once his kisses started raining down on her flesh again, she felt her heart all but skip a beat, more and more heat gathering betwixt her legs. Then came his hot, wet tongue, coaxing a whine from her throat that was entirely unbecoming of a regent like her, but she no longer cared. The only thing that mattered was this moment right here with Naofumi—with her savior and hero—the rest of the world faded away from her until only the two of them remained, his touch igniting every inch of her that he came in contact with.

Naofumi's mouth latched onto her breast, and Olga never imagined that such a thing could bring her this amount of pleasure. This was the position in which mothers nursed their babes, yet when he suckled on her nipple, it made her shudder and moan, back arching to meet his lips, his tongue, his everything.

Like a candle pushed away the darkness, so too did Naofumi's closeness cleanse the lingering remains of those bastards from her body. He washed them away, uprooting the stains that they had left on her, replacing it all with pleasure instead. Pleasure and a sense of security.

This time, when Naofumi's hand brushed against her most intimate place, Olga kept herself under control, mostly, allowing his touch to continue. She wanted to feel him. All of him on all of her.

She whimpered as his fingers trailed over the length of her womanhood, moving slowly from the top down to the bottom of where her folds were outlined by the tightness of her soon to be sodden panties. The thought that she had made them so wet was quite embarrassing to imagine, natural or not, but Naofumi continuing to tend to her breasts while going back up to the edge of her underwear was more than enough to distract her.

At the same time as he touched her pussy, Olga could feel an unmistakable thrumming from the seal on her stomach, but Naofumi didn't seem to be affected at all despite the noticeable, pinkish glow of the sigil itself. Something was changing about it, that much she was certain of, but she couldn't focus long enough on the nature of the magic to find out what exactly, and she couldn't make herself tell Naofumi to actually stop for long enough that she may do so. Not when her body was so electrified by his mouth and gentle digits.

Moving down to the middle of her clothed sex again, he started making small, circular motions with the tips of two of his fingers that literally left her gasping for air from the unfamiliar rush of pleasure that burst forth from her loins, her legs twitching erratically. Her head was spinning by the time she realized that he had stopped touching her.

There was a slight pop as Naofumi unlatched himself from her nipple, leaving her breasts gleaming with wetness in the firelight and Olga felt him tug at one of the sides of her panties. She forced herself to take as deep of a breath as he could manage to steady herself, but just as she was about to announce that he could proceed, her hero let go and instead started pulling one of her stockings, letting it reach halfway down her leg where he took a pause.

"Can I see you?" he asked just like before, but before Olga could reply, he added; "All of you?"

The inflection in his voice coupled with the smolder in his gaze was… new. It was uncomfortably similar to how Vault had sounded, and the thought almost brought back the feeling of all those hands and eyes and the fear-

She snapped back when her cheek was enveloped by a gentle hand, and she instantly leaned into it, savoring it, and when she looked at Naofumi again, his lustful stare no longer brought back any horrid memories. Unlike them, he wasn't looking at her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. Together with the heat, there was so much affection too—the kind that made her heart start fluttering in ways she'd never experienced before—and maybe even something more. No disgust welled up inside her when Naofumi gazed at her curvaceous body, only feelings of comfort from his closeness, as well as sense of anticipation for what would come next...

"Only if I can see all of you as well," Olga answered him softly, once more taking in his un-elvenly sturdy torso.

Naofumi could practically feel himself body tumbling further beyond the point of no return, the chance of stopping growing slimmer and slimmer until he could no longer see it at all, and it was if his whole body was switched into a different gear by the former elven queen's words.

He brushed his lips against her own briefly together with a whispered "Okay", before he sat down on and unbuckled his belt. Beneath his breeches, he was straining hard against his underwear and the bite of self consciousness nagged momentarily on his mind, it being his first time 'revealing' himself to a girl; or woman rather. It was a strange sensation, but the mix of his desire to help Olga and his own arousal propelled him forward.

Deciding to treat it like a band-aid, and because of the 'limited nature' of Olga's own clothing, Naofumi grabbed hold of both his pants and briefs and pulled them both down at the same time. With just a bit of awkward movements, he threw the last of his clothing into the growing pile, his boots landing beside it. Now naked, he shifted himself up onto his knees and looked towards the former queen.

"Well, here it is. This is me."

Just like when he'd taken off his shirt, Olga's eyes were all over Naofumi, and he made no attempt at obscuring himself when her gaze dropped lower and lower until she was staring directly at his crotch and his cock, standing hard and erect between his legs. Beneath him, her body was shivering and heaving with her every breath, but when he touched her thigh, she grew still for a moment before lifting herself up with her arms and raising her leg slightly so that he could slowly slide off the purple stocking, Olga's supple skin, practically flawless in its luster, revealing itself more and more. Her legs were so very long and just as stunningly beautiful as the rest of her body, thighs luscious and plump and her hips wide in a way that no human could realistically achieve. Awe inspiring didn't ever begin to describe the dark elf. As he reached her feet, he found them already bare, making his work even less troublesome, and he simply pulled the garment off fully.

With equal ease, the other stocking joined the first and Naofumi let his hands journey all the way from down at her ankles up to her breasts, caressing and savoring every inch of flesh that passed underneath his palms. When he was once again hovering above her, Olga didn't even need to be prompted, offering up her arms to him so that he could remove the second to last piece of clothing on her body.

"You're just so damn beautiful," Naofumi whispered as he took one of her hands and placed a kiss on the back of it, and then another, and a third. "I'm sure you heard it a thousand times before, but I just need to say it as well." His words were terribly cheesy and corny, but in this moment they came naturally to him, and Naofumi didn't question them. The sleeve-like glove fell to the ground and Naofumi was about to finally reach down to Olga's panties again when stopped him with a squeeze of his hand.

"Before… that, would you please remove my crown? I am no longer fit to wear it, and I wish to… continue this not as a queen, but merely as a woman."

The request was simple, but Naofumi could tell there was a lot of symbolism going along with it that he surely didn't grasp the entirety of. That said, he hadn't denied Olga yet and wasn't about to start doing so either. Not when, for him, it was so minor.

Carefully, he lifted the silver circlet from atop Olga's head and held it in front of himself for a moment. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, neither too plain nor too ostentatious with gemstones and the like, he gave it the respect it deserved when he placed the crown delicately beside them on the furred collar of his cape. With it removed, he only had a second to react before a pair of darkly skinned arms pulled him into a kiss that he quickly returned.

This time, when Naofumi returned his hands to Olga's hips, she only responded by deepening their kiss and he took it as a sign of consent to continue. Hooking a finger under the hem of either side of her panties, he was forced to leave Olga's lips—no matter how difficult such an action was when she whined softly at his absence—as he leaned back and began to relieve the dark elf of her final bit of modesty.

If anything, Naofumi was even more careful about this than he was handling her crown, his hands steady as the panties rolled down Olga's legs inch after inch. Her legs lifted to give him easier access, but her thighs were squeezed together firmly, blocking his view of the junction between them, so he focused his gaze elsewhere instead. She'd show him when she was ready. Until then, all he could do was finish taking off her underwear.

The air between them was thick with emotion when the lacy panties slipped past Olga's feet and Naofumi removed the small bit of distance he'd had to create to fully undress her, his nose brushing against her own, their breaths intermingling. His loins were absolutely throbbing at this point, his self control being tested with every moment that Olga took to ready herself.

"I have never… bared myself for someone before… not like this..." Olga whispered. Her fingers drew listless patterns over the muscles on his arms and Naofumi could tell that she was struggling with herself.

"I haven't either," he replied, hoping that maybe it'd put it more at ease. "Never, you know, connected with anyone in my first world, and in the second, things went… wrong..." he let himself trail off, focusing on Olga and her dusky, elven features; on how she didn't resemble Malty in anything other than their royal blood.

"I… see. Had you not told me, I do not believe I would ever have guessed it. You have not appeared inexperienced in these matters until now." She didn't pry about his past, something that Naofumi was silently thankful for, and instead, the dark elf seemed to tense up for a moment, eyes shutting tightly, before she relaxed again and looked back at him. "Does this mean you have not seen anyone else before as well?"

He watched as Olga's wet her lips as he answered by shaking his head, pink tongue peaking out for a brief moment.

"In that case, I would be glad to be my savior's first, if he wishes it so," she said finally.

Naofumi felt as Olga's legs spread beneath him and he lifted one of his own to accommodate for her before his eyes wandered down and down her body until he could see the magic symbol on her lower stomach—at which he paused for a second, since he didn't remember it looking pink before. It was only a brief stop though, as he figured that if Olga hadn't mentioned it, it was most likely not important. He knew precious little about the arcane after all. Instead, he finished his ocular journey by taking in the sight of the dark elf queen's pussy. The first thing he took note of was how her completely hairless lips were only barely open, just a hint of color similar to that of her nipples visible behind them. Puffy was the immediate word that came to mind, followed by untouched—though he didn't dare mention it considering her prior circumstances—and Naofumi felt something primal stir inside him at the thought. It was pretty, much like the rest of the woman it belonged to, and even from his position, he could tell that Olga's folds were glistening with moisture, showing distinctly that he wasn't the only one whose blood was pumping hot.

He glanced up and shared a look with Olga whilst her bottom lip was caught by her teeth. She didn't need to say anything.

Naofumi's touch on her naked womanhood made Olga bite down even harder on her lip, managing to stifle a loud moan for the most part. She thought that the difference between this and while she was still wearing her panties would be small, if anything, but there was something far more electrical about having him come in contact with her without any cloth standing in his way. The pleasure, as strange as it was ear-tingling, was immediate, her sensitivity at an all time high. He did the same as he had when touching her the first time; a long, continuous movement that started at the top and descended to the very bottom of her vagina.

That's when Naofumi did something else entirely, and instead of just rubbing her again, he used two of his fingers to part her swollen folds, displaying her insides entirely—and thankfully for his eyes only. A gasp escaped her both at the feeling and the sheer lewdness of the action and she averted her gaze from the frankly obscene display. Despite herself, however, she quickly glanced back to Naofumi, and there was no denying the tingles that danced along her skin from his intense eyes.

"You're much... pinker than I'd have imagined," he said, almost like an afterthought, making Olga's cheeks flush with hot embarrassment. "You're very wet too."

"Hush! Do not say such shameful things," Olga hissed, feeling an urge to cover herself rise within her, but it disappeared as quickly as it came when Naofumi's face appeared before her and he placed a kiss on her darkened cheek.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking out loud," he whispered.

The proud elf queen inside Olga wanted her to scold him more, but she had relinquished that part of herself already, and the woman—the maiden—that had taken said queen's place desired something very different.

"No matter, j-just keep going."

Naofumi heeded her wishes without another word. Again, her folds were pulled apart, but this time he actually started to touch her insides directly, focusing on the top part of her pussy at first. His coaxing digits worked carefully to uncover the bead that laid hidden at the apex of her sex and when he prodded it gently, a deep moan left her throat as her hips jerked towards his hand. There was a powerful tug in her stomach that she had never experienced before and she sat up so that she could pull herself against Naofumi, burying her next cry of pleasure into his shoulder when he continued to touch her intimately. Her legs remained spread and open for him, but her knees were bent fiercely as her muscles contracted and tightened completely outside of her control.

His fingers worked themselves lower and she shivered when they passed over her entrance, one of them pushing its way slowly inside. She could feel her body clenching around the invading digit, unsure whether she wanted it to continue or not and she was thankful that Naofumi noticed it and stopped, allowing her to steady herself and take a couple of desperately needed lungfuls of air.

What finally made Olga relax a bit was when she peered down between her and Naofumi's bodies and she saw the rigid pillar of flesh at his crotch, his own symbol of arousal, and while the sight intimidated her a bit when she was reminded that that would be going inside her, she also realized fully the restraint that Naofumi was putting on himself for her sake.

For most of her life, it was something she had believed was all but impossible for lumbering, primitive males to exert—be they human or something else—a fact that had only been further enforced by the behaviors of her troops and the foul, mange-ridden mutts that made up the Black dogs, but Naofumi had done nothing but allow her to dictate their pace. It was she who had had to plead and beg for him to finally touch her and it was yet another reason why he was nothing like any other male that she had ever met; why she so desperately wanted to do this with him.

The sudden resistance that Naofumi had felt when he had tried to push his middle finger into Olga's pussy disappeared at the same time as her arms loosened their grip on his shoulders and this time, there was nothing stopping him from penetrating deeper inside the dark elf, at least for a moment, for when his finger had made it another inch or so, he was met with a telltale barrier.

"Last chance, Olga, no going back after this… are you really, really, absolutely certain that you want this to happen?" Naofumi asked tensely. He tried not to show any of it, but there were still slivers of hesitation buried deep in the back of his head that kept whispering that this whole thing was a bad idea, and much like Olga's own demons, her touch drove away those voices, and he really wished to continue to keep them away; to prolong this quiet self indulgence.

Removing her face from his shoulder, Naofumi felt Olga take a deep breath before nodding, a small, nervous smile on her features as she declared, "I am ready." A split second afterwards, however, she put a hand on his arm and locked eyes with him intently. "But… do not do it with your hands. I want you to… to c-claim my maidenhood like tradition dictates, with your own flesh. Like how lovers do it. As my savior, I want to give you my everything, I am yours, if only for tonight. Please, take me, my hero..."

Despite how strange, or silly even, some of the things Olga had said sounded to his modern-day-human ears, Naofumi heard the sheer conviction in her voice loud and clearly, and when she referred to him as a hero, he felt a tightening in his chest from how many times he'd heard that title be spat at him with disdain from the people of Melromarc; how much he hated the whole concept of being one in the first place.

However, when the title came from Olga…

All Naofumi could hear was a mix of gratitude, nervousness, and something he could only describe as reverence, the likes of which he could never have imagined would be directed at him after what he'd been through.

He'd never be a true hero, not fully, but being one to Olga? Regardless of whether or not he deserved the moniker, that was how she saw him, and if he was honest with himself, he could live with that.

Carefully, Naofumi settled in between Olga's parted legs and positioned his cock against her pussy, more determined than ever to finally go through with this. He let his hips move gently so that his length rubbed against her, covering him in her arousal as thoroughly as he could. He exhaled deeply and hotly as the feeling cemented itself in his mind; the warmth, the wetness, the pleasure. It was all recorded in exquisite detail, and Naofumi had no doubts that he just kept this up, he'd be reaching climax within minutes. But that wasn't what he wanted, nor what Olga had requested.

With one hand supporting his weight against the ground and another guiding his cock, Naofumi properly aligned his tip with the entrance of Olga's pussy. He could feel the barrier that kept him from going any further and he had to force his heart to stop racing.

"I don't really know much about these sorts of things, honestly, but I'm fairly certain that this will hurt a bit before it gets, well, good," he said hoarsely.

"I know," Olga whispered back as she cupped his cheeks with both of her hands and her legs hooked behind his thighs. "I am ready. For you."

"Alright, then here we go..."

Naofumi didn't need any prompting to lean down and capture Olga's lips tenderly as he pushed his hips against hers. He could feel both the jolt that went through her when her hymen was torn and the yelp that drowned in their kiss. The tension in her body vanished as quickly as it had appeared however and instead it was replaced with the same shudders he'd felt when first touching her body. Then came the moans as he ventured even further forwards; moans that he himself echoed when he was able to fully experience the undulating tightness of Olga's insides. All around his cock, there was pressure and wetness and warmth and it felt indescribable, only getting better with every inch that he sank into her, culminating in an almost crescendo-like sensation of raw, carnal pleasure when he hilted himself fully in her pussy. It was nothing short of miraculous that he didn't finish right then and there, but somehow, he managed to find the endurance within himself to hold on for a bit longer.

"B-b-by the ancestors…!" Olga stammered against his neck, Naofumi only now realizing that their kiss had been broken.

"Y-yeah," he agreed smartly, most of his higher brain functions not deigning to respond at this time.

They spent a moment catch their breaths, neither of them moving much of anything with the exception of their heaving chests, until Naofumi felt confident enough rock himself against Olga, not quite trying to push himself deeper or trying to pull out.

"Hng-! You doing okay, Olga?" he half asked, half groaned out.

"T-the p-pain is no more," she replied throatily, hands holding his shoulders tightly. "There is so much… fullness… I could never imagined it would feel like this..." Without any further prompting from him, Naofumi felt Olga start to match his movements, grinding them against one another in a soon to be established rhythm as their gasps and sighs blended together.

Giving in to desire momentarily, Naofumi allowed himself to pull out of Olga's pussy and then push back in again. Beneath him, Olga's back arched as she cried out, though there was no pain or displeasure to be heard in her voice. He could feel her insides clamping down even firmer around him for a moment, making his fingers burrow into the dirt on either side of the dark elf to attempt to keep himself in check. He wasn't ready for this to end already, especially when he had no idea if could go for any more rounds after climaxing once.

"Fuck… I'm going to start, hmm, m-moving some more now..." Naofumi groaned out, and from the way that Olga's legs came up to lock around his back without actually stopping his ability to move, and her arms doing the same around his neck, he figured she was fine with his decision.

His thrusting started as shallow, never retreating further back with his hips than an inch or two, and he kept his pace as even and steady as possible, allowing both of them to get used to the feeling. The air only grew hotter and heavier as time passed, and Naofumi's jaw clenched in time with his thrusts. Beneath him, Olga looked like the most beautiful being he'd ever laid eyes on, with her hair fanned out around her like a black veil, lips parted halfway as she gasped and moaned, and her eyes flickering between open and closed whenever he moved. With a grunt of effort, he lowered himself towards her so that he could kiss her again, practically growing addicted to her lips and her foreign but delicious taste. Her tongue yielded immediately to his, following his lead without hesitation or question.

There was no holding back now. No more hesitation. The only thing that remained for either of them was lust, desire, and a desperate need to forget the rest of the world.

For Olga, it was as if she was submerged wholly in a seemingly bottomless ocean of pleasure and carnal delights, unable to do much more than ride out the waves of ecstasy as they pulled her in whatever direction they so pleased. The only constant withing the writhing tides was the solid, comforting, safe rock that was Naofumi's body, ridding her of any feelings of helplessness despite of how enraptured she'd become. She could feel him everywhere around her, letting her cling to him without fear of being washed away.

The discomfort she'd felt when he first penetrated her was nothing but a distant memory now, overridden entirely by pleasure. Every single thrust he made resounded throughout her whole body, spreading out like a spider web from the depths of her core and the feeling only grew stronger as his pace increased and he withdrew himself further before he pushed back into her.

By now, their hips were making a distinct sound as they met, flesh connecting with flesh, and Olga knew that she should find it obscene, but when it was coupled with Naofumi's deep, passionate moans, it only made her grow that much more enthralled. He was her everything right now, filling every single one of her senses to the brim, and she wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible.

She didn't want this to end, quite possibly ever.

XXX

Looking at the scene playing out by the campfire—her mistress with her arms and legs wrapped around a man of all things—Chloe was reminded of how she herself had clung to the shield carrying human that had saved her as they'd escaped together; how she'd buried her nose in his collar in an utterly pathetic way the likes of which a would haunt a warrior like herself until her dying day.

She also couldn't help but remember how relieving he'd smelled in that moment and how desperately she'd inhaled that scent in an effort to purge her senses of the absolutely repugnant stench that those disgusting orcs had carried as they'd started to surround her. To describe them all as 'unwashed' would be a kindness the likes of which they would never hope to deserve even after a millennia of servitude.

Only minutes had passed since she'd been awoken by the sounds of her mistress and the human, but it might as well have hours for Chloe as she continued to watch the tryst taking place mere meters away. She'd barely managed to stop herself in the beginning, when he first saw what happening to her mistress, completely prepared to believe that her suspicions about this foreign human were correct—that he was exactly like the rest of them, just another disgusting beast who wanted nothing more than to defile and ravage—but then she'd spared the display another look, and she'd noticed how there was nothing restraining her mistress, nothing preventing her from stopping what was going on, nor was there any of that distinctly primal, lascivious malice on the human's face that Chloe was so used to seeing when men, be they human, elf, or beast, partook in that most vile of acts.

Chloe knew far better than most what it looked like when a man violated a woman; knew what it felt like.

It was for that reason that she knew that what was happening before the fire outside of the hut was something entirely different.

With every moment that passed as she watched, Chloe felt a warmth slowly but surely grow within her chest that then gradually spread further down towards her abdomen. Had she so much considered the idea of a man laying with her dearest mistress in the past, she would have been outraged at the very prospect. Firstly due to the knowledge that no vile cur of a male could ever be good enough for the great queen Olga, and secondly because of the selfish feelings of jealousy that the thought of such and event conjured up inside her, despite the fact that she's always known that her affections towards her mistress would never be returned in the way that she dreamed about.

Now, however, the jealousy that Chloe could feel festering in the back of her mind was not towards this human for touching her mistress; no, it was towards Olga herself, for being held so tenderly. So lovingly even.

This human who had come to their aid—Naofumi, their savior—didn't repulse her like any other man would have. Everything about him was at odds with any human she'd had the misfortune of meeting before Olga had taken her under her wing. To Chloe, it felt as if his very soul was completely unfamiliar to her, foreign down to the core. When he'd crashed into the dungeons together with Olga and taken her in his arms before they had all three escaped together, there hadn't been a single fiber of her that had wanted to let him go. In that moment, her sole focus had been on him, how he was a solid rock with which she could anchor herself to.

Deep in her soul, Chloe realized that she longed desperately to return to that brief moment of comfort, and not even the immense shame brought on by the fact that a human was the one who might bring such a thing to her was enough to quell her growing need. Because Naofumi was different, and the half-elf couldn't do much more than continue to watch as he and her mistress writhed in wanton abandon, her own breathing growing heavier and heavier as the warmth in her abdomen pulsed erratically.

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At this point, Naofumi was no longer sure just where exactly he ended and Olga began, nor did he know if it was even worth thinking about. The only certainty right now, right here, was the pleasure he felt as he thrust and ground against Olga's waiting hips. By this point, he'd gotten used to the feeling of her walls gripping and rubbing him as he moved, no longer overwhelmed and more or less fully able to control himself. With said control, he was free to simply do, reliving himself of the burden of thinking through every single action that he or the people around him made.

Despite the tension that was beginning to rise in his loins, Naofumi felt calm. Maybe at peace even, the itch of paranoia ever present in the back of his mind dulled to the point where he couldn't register it anymore.

The sole remaining link he had back to reality was the dark elf whose limbs were pulling him towards her, and his continued motions were heeded only by the reactions he got from her whenever he tried a different speed or angle of thrusting. He could simply let go and just roll his hips in the way that felt the best. Olga was his escape, in much the same way he was hers, and for long as this lasted, he was going to enjoy it.

"H-hah…! P-please k-keep going, N-Naofumi… this is a-amazing..." Olga moaned into his neck. Her voice sounded practically dream-like, though it wasn't like Naofumi could blame her when he was sure his own sounded much the same.

"Don't worry, I'm not stopping. Not until we're done..." he grunted back. He was getting close, no doubts about it, and he guessed that Olga was in a similar position considering how tightly she clung to him, both with her arms and her insides. Pushing himself towards that goal line, Naofumi increased his pace, their bodies meeting ringing louder and louder, his thrusts reaching places they never had until now.

"S-something is coming…!"

Naofumi was only barely able to make out the words from her lips before Olga's seized up beneath him, her whole body starting to writhe and shudder erratically. With her face firmly buried in his shoulder, the long, slowly building whine she let out was muffled almost entirely, but Naofumi could still imagine that it would have echoed rather considerably had he not been there. He'd never imagined that an orgasm could be this powerful, especially with how over-acted he'd thought the people in adult videos' reactions were supposed to be. The real thing was very different to be sure.

Not many seconds were able to pass between Olga's climax and Naofumi's own limit being reached, the quakes and spasms of her pussy dragging him headlong into lightheadedness. His fingers dug deep into the earth on either side of Olga's elven frame and he grit his teeth hard as release pulsed throughout his weary body. Unlike the dark elf, he grew still as a statue while his load flowed freely deep inside of her, his head hanging low and his eyes closed as his head filled with a pleasant buzzing.

When the tension in his body finally disappeared into nothingness, Naofumi had to catch himself before accidentally crushing Olga beneath him, his lungs filling with gulps of air he'd been too overcome with pleasure to take in. He could still feel her legs and arms around him and when his vision un-blurred, he found her staring up at him, breathing deeply as well. Her hair was matted and disheveled, clinging to her forehead in black lines, her half-lidded eyes shining like pools of molten gold, reflecting the afterglow that was radiating from her whole body in a display so ethereal that Naofumi nearly pinched himself to make sure this wasn't all a dream.

Leaning down, he kissed and her tenderly, albeit briefly, before resting his forehead against hers.

"That was… intense..." Naofumi breathed out softly, smiling tiredly. "How do you feel?"

Olga's lips parted to reply, but she stopped herself when she realized that she truly had no idea what to actually say. How could she possibly begin to describe the feelings that were still racing throughout her body like the static that hung in the air following a thunderbolt? The tingle just beneath her skin that made every inch of her resonate with a low, background hum? And that didn't even begin to mention the enormous pool of heat that had filled her abdomen—her womb—and continued to simmer inside her like coal in a furnace. She could never have imagined that something so obscene could make her so content; a running theme when it came to her savior, she noticed.

It had felt so good. So very good.

As she had shook and shivered, so full of pleasure that she had hardly been able to think, Olga had felt complete—purified and cleansed of any vestigial remnants left by them. Perhaps, deep in her heart of hearts, she might have even felt loved by Naofumi in that amazingly powerful moment of ecstasy...

She was drawn back to the present when Naofumi brushed away a wayward strand of hair from her face and she instantly sought out more of his touch, letting go of his neck so that she could pull his hand to her cheek, nuzzling into it affectionately.

"Words would not do it justice," she answered finally, earning her a chuckle from her savior.

"I'm glad I could rise to the occasion for you, your highness," Naofumi teased, his grin so infectious that Olga wouldn't have been able to resist smiling back at him if she tried.

They shared a moment of silent serenity together now that the excitement of their coupling had died down mostly. It ended when Naofumi grunted softly and started shifting his weight around where he knelt, the motions of which sent ripples through Olga's still sensitive form.

"Getting pretty stiff over here. Gonna pull out before I cramp or something," Naofumi mumbled, and it was all the 'warning' that the dark elf got before he slowly withdrew himself from the confines of her insides, forcing a gasp that turned into a whine from her as she clutched his hand tighter. The immediate feeling that overcame Olga following his retreat was one of suddenly being hollow. For a second, she felt like there was a void in her stomach, her muscles attempting to tighten around something that was no longer there, and as soon as she experienced it, she knew instantly that she hated the feeling. She wanted to feel full again instead.

Luckily for Olga, the emptiness disappeared rather quickly, being replaced by the sensation of Naofumi's seed trickling out of her, and event that sent a powerful shudder all along her spine. It was a weird feeling, not nearly as unpleasant as the hollowness but definitely not something she could have imagined before now.

As she experienced these new things, Naofumi settled down next to her on his cloak, one of his hands seeking out her waist as he turned to face her. As his gaze wandered down Olga's body however, his expression changed to one of confusion.

"Hey, Olga? That protective symbol of yours, is it supposed to change shape or something? Because I don't remember it looking like that before...?"

Looking down at her abdomen, Olga realized that Naofumi was right, her seal had undoubtedly been altered sometime during their tryst, and she quickly recalled that when he'd first touched her womanhood, she'd felt the magic infused within her flesh react to him.

What had once been a relatively simple but powerful sigil made up of a pair of crescent-shaped lines that extended upwards in a flourish towards her navel at the top and a helix-like chain descending downwards at the bottom had expanded significantly. The twin crescents had joined together into what was unmistakably a heart shape with a smaller, less stylized heart filling it out. The hearts themselves were surrounded by a ring lined with arcane runes and on either side of the main symbol, a pair of 'wings' flared out towards her hips. Much like before, the seal still extended up towards her bellybutton, but this time said extension was made up of two twisting horns that curled wickedly around themselves before pointing upwards again. At the bottom, the helix remained, now framed on either side by a new series of lines that tapered off into an arrow, pointing directly towards where she and Naofumi had been connected.

At the time, Olga had been far too distracted by the feeling of Naofumi's fingers upon her, but now that her mind was a little bit clearer—even though his continued closeness ensured that it couldn't be entirely unfogged—she could focus enough to recognize the magic she had infused her body with and how much it had changed.

She'd seen spells like these be broken in the past by individuals with strong enough magic prowess or willpower, but never modified to this degree. The very nature of the seal remained, as did its purpose, but whereas it had previously served as a last ditch effort to allow her to have some minuscule inkling of pride left by keeping her from being impregnated by those disgusting mongrels, it now held a different purpose. Interwoven with her own magic, Olga could sense the presence of another signature, one that was utterly alien.

Slowly, her eyes roamed up Naofumi's form until their eyes met, his expression still showing his vexation. It was impossible to mistake from where the this other source of magic had come; from whom it originated.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked. Olga could do little more than simply shake her head as she tried to get her head around what had occurred between them.

"You… altered my seal," she managed to whisper, one of her hands carefully brushing the new sigil that adorned her abdomen, the energies bound to her flesh humming with power unlike any she'd felt before. "I have never even heard of something like this. It should be impossible, yet there is no other explanation."

"Oh..." Naofumi replied, "That's-… wow. I'm sorry, I never meant to do something like that. I really don't know much about magic, and definitely not your world's variant of it."

There was genuine remorse in the human's voice and it briefly made a new sense of warmth blossom within Olga's chest. For a moment, she had to repress the urge to embrace him, forcing herself to remember that the magical marvel before them took precedence.

She did allow herself to take his head in her hands though, making certain that he was looking at her. "Do not be alarmed, there is nothing to forgive, Naofumi. This seal was supposed to protect me—protect my maiden's honor—but now, somehow, you have made it even stronger than before. Your very essence seems to have seeped into me, melding together with my own. In the process, my magic has been reinforced. By you. With this-" she gestured down to her stomach, "I truly do not believe anyone could touch me like those wretches wanted to..." Olga's voice softened as a swell of emotions rose up from deep inside of her, her heart beating stronger by the second. "Anyone aside from you, that is..."

The hand that Naofumi had been reaching out to brush against Olga's seal froze in midair when she explained the gravity of what had happened to her. This was… not something he'd been prepared for when he let her talk him into helping her, not in the slightest. There was a sinking feeling building in his gut, one that the recognized from back when he'd first purchased Raphtalia and had been told about the power of slave brands. Roughly a hundred different questions threatened to burst forth from his lips, but he quickly realized that most of them would be pointless, seeing as Olga herself wasn't sure how this had happened either.

There was one thing he could ask, however, that might make the unsettling trepidation creeping up his spine slow its ascent, if nothing else.

"Do you think that you could, you know, undo it…?"

Naofumi's words were allowed to hang in the air between them for a second, and despite himself, the fact that Olga couldn't answer him right away only made him more uncertain about their situation. He could only watch as she closed her eyes and seemingly focused inwardly, brow furrowing as her seal glowed for a split second.

"I… cannot say..." the dark elf revealed. Though her collar prevented her from accessing the magic around her, she could still sense it and feel its unique, ephemeral flow, and as she did her best to untangle the complex arcane matrix that made up the spell tying her seal to her body, she recognized very quickly that such a thing would be all but impossible in her current state. The magic that Naofumi had infused her with was joined together with Olga's own like the links in a chain, creating a tether that was even stronger than what she herself could have achieved at her full power, or so it felt to her.

At the same time as she attempted to delve deeper into the nature of her seal, Olga also realized that despite the strangeness of it all, she felt little to no desire to actually remove it herself. The same newfound feeling of security that Naofumi gave her was radiating from this joint magic of theirs, though she did not dare say that. Not yet at least.

"All I am certain of at this moment is that I will not be able to do anything to this sigil while my magic is being blocked," she said, gesturing to her collar with a delicate finger. "If we could get rid of this, I would be able to make an attempt at dispelling it, at the very least."

It wasn't the complete reassurance that Naofumi had hoped for, but it was better than nothing, and he took the fact that Olga seemed more or less calm about the whole situation to mean that it wasn't anything truly catastrophic, despite how unpleasant it was to have something like this happen outside of his control. All of a sudden, his act of comforting a traumatized victim had become far more than he'd originally signed up for, and the prospect felt very daunting at the moment. Despite having placed slave brands on both Raphtalia and Filo before, which were arguably worse than what Olga now had, it still felt distinctly different to him. This had been an accident, more or less, and that prospect alone was enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Nothing we can do about it until tomorrow then, I guess," he sighed wearily, rolling over onto his back.

He caught Olga nodding in agreement out of the corner of his eye, and as much as Naofumi disliked this whole situation with the seal, feeling her scoot over to his side, their nude bodies melting together as she rested her head on his chest, made some of his concerns simmer down.

Just as Naofumi started to relax, however, his eyes moved over to the shack they'd taken refuge by and the very moment he registered the figure hiding by the doorway of it, his body jolted into action. His shield—which until now he'd kept out of the way by moving it around his body—materialized on his outstretched arm as he moved to keep Olga behind him, a rush of adrenaline shooting through his body. He barely noticed the dark elf's surprised yelp when her pillow suddenly moved out from under her, focused entirely on whoever had been watching them while simultaneously cursing himself for letting his guard down.

His mind buzzed with questions as he surveyed their surroundings; had they been found by the Black Dogs? How many people were out there? Was it just humans or had they brought the monsters Olga had mentioned she used to rule over? Just how was he supposed to protect himself and his companions without his armor or gear?

"Show yourself!" Naofumi snarled, readying himself for a mad dash either towards his equipment or Olga. As soon as the words had left his lips, however, he realized how stupid he was being.

AN: Abrupt end, yeah, but like I said in the beginning notes, I've decided to split the story into two chapter, and this spot felt the best.