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Beautiful
A yawn rolled out of Fenris's mouth as he walked down the road, hands folded behind his head and his two companions following close behind him.
"You sound tired," Naomi smiled. "Was I that good?"
"Actually I'm just really bored," Fenris said. "You weren't quite as good as usual."
Naomi began to pout before grinning. "You say the sweetest things."
Both of the others stared at her.
"Come again?" Fenris asked.
"If I wasn't that good, it gives me an excuse to do it again later to make up for it," Naomi beamed.
Fenris rolled his eyes. "You're definitely one of a kind. No doubting that."
"So Eileen, when are you going to finally sleep with him?" Naomi asked.
"I would rather die!" Eileen spat.
"Good answer," Naomi said, voice suddenly icy.
"Naomi, be nice to Eileen," Fenris said. "She's chosen to stalk me too, so you have to be polite."
"I'm not stalking you!" Eileen snapped.
Fenris just raised a hand dismissively as they entered the market district. They walked in silence for a few minutes before finding a food vendor who barely had any food to sell.
"Looks like you're having some trouble," Fenris noted.
"Yes," the elderly man nodded. "For the past week, there have been monsters destroying my crops and killing my cattle. I've barely got anything left."
"I can take care of them for you," Fenris offered. "For a price."
The man's eyes widened, darting to each of Fenris's weapons for a moment before he bent forward at the waist. "Please! I don't have much, but please help me! If you do, I'll give you all the money I have available at the moment!"
"How about the profits from your first day of sales instead?" Fenris asked.
"Of course!" the man bowed.
Fenris shook his hand and turned, walking away.
"Where are you going?" Eileen asked. "The gate's the other way."
Fenris snorted. "Use your head. That was a produce vendor. His first day of sale will be a few silvers at best."
"So?" Eileen asked.
"So we're going to get a few more jobs," Naomi smiled.
Eileen stared at them incredulously for a few moments before following. After a few more minutes, they had a total of five clean-up jobs lined up in the area around the city's main road. They finally turned to leave, only to stop as they saw a guy with white armor, red on the sides, and a spear on his back, which had a red jewel embedded in the base of the spear's head. He was at a clothing vendor, except that he was looking at lingerie. To his right, there was a redhead with her hair in a bushy ponytail with a sword at her hip holding lingerie sets up in front of her, asking the man, who had a wide, lecherous grin plastered to his face, if he thought it would look good. To the man's other side, there was another red head. However, as Fenris's eyes reached this one, she turned to look over at him and smiled. Fenris took several seconds to take her in. Her dull red hair, which was close to pink, was in a long braid over her left shoulder, hanging down to her navel. She wore a sleeveless black belly-shirt with a light purple cloth over it, crossing over her C-cup breasts in an "X". The top stopped about level with the bottom of her ribs, leaving her entire flawless midriff exposed, then had on a dark purple skirt with a slit on the left side up to high on her thigh, had a light purple cloth around her waist and tied into a bow on the left side, sitting low on her hips so that the bow was at the top of the skirt's slit, then had on a pair of sandals with black shin guards with gold lines on them in an "X" on the front and back, a three-inch-wide gold armband on her left arm just under her shoulder, and a pair of black cloth forearm sleeves. Her eyes were the same shade of dull reddish pink as her hair, and her smile made Fenris accidentally forget to breathe for a moment, though he'd never admit to it.
"I think that's the Spear Hero," Eileen said.
"I think you're right," Fenris said. "Come on. Let's go say hi."
He walked over, the other two following, and as they did, the girl Fenris had taken a slight interest in raised an eyebrow. Once they reached him, the Spear Hero turned toward them. Then, he shoved Fenris aside, grabbing Eileen and Naomi's hands, beginning to pledge hi undying love to them, only for Naomi to slap him, hard, as repayment for shoving Fenris. While this was happening, Fenris tripped over his own feet, only for the girl with the braid to catch him, smiling.
"Just couldn't stay away?" she teased. "You're not very good at being discreet about undressing girls with your eyes."
"I wasn't trying to hide it," Fenris said, standing. "Besides, I don't hear you complaining. Thanks for the catch by the way. I'm Fenris."
"The wolf," the girl smiled. "I like it. Very noble."
"That's not usually the word people use to describe me," Fenris smirked.
"Why'd you slap me?" the Spear Hero whined, drawing their attention to him, where he was holding his absolutely glowing cheek, Naomi glaring at him.
"You pushed my man!" Naomi snapped.
"Your man?" the girl with the braid asked, raising an eyebrow at Fenris.
"I fucked her and she got obsessed so now she just follows me around," Fenris said, shrugging. "I let her come cause she's an easy fuck."
Naomi beamed. "See? You do care!"
The girl with the braid giggled into her hand. "That's an interesting response to a statement like that."
"She's like that," Fenris said. "That's Naomi. And this one's Eileen. She's a bitch."
"You're no gem either!" Eileen retorted.
"That's why you should come with me!" the Spear Hero said.
"I'd sooner gargle crushed glass!" Eileen scoffed. "Even Fenris is better than you, you womanizing, sexist, buffoon!"
The Spear Hero's jaw dropped.
"You're so stupid that you haven't even realized that this dumb broad is playing you like a violin," Eileen said, pointing to the girl who was obviously trying to seduce him before.
"That's true," the girl with the braid whispered to Fenris.
"You know what, I don't want you with us after all," the Spear Hero said, suddenly angry. "If you're going to insult Myne, you're not welcome."
"Wow, now that's just impressive," Fenris said. "You didn't even have to speak for your trained monkey to dance to your song. Relax hero. She's not going to badmouth your girlfriend again."
The Spear Hero glared at him.
"Let's go, Sir Motoyasu," Myne said. "Let's leave."
"Right," Motoyasu nodded, turning and starting to walk away.
The girl with the braid followed, smiling and waving back at Fenris.
Fenris followed, beginning to catch up to Motoyasu.
"Speaking of playing someone like a violin," Eileen said, Fenris bending his arm around behind his back and flipping her off.
"Hey Hero," Fenris called out, the Spear Hero stopping and looking back at him. "Wanna get a drink? We got off on the wrong foot, and it really is an honor to meet one of the Three Heroes."
Motoyasu regarded him in silence for a long moment before nodding. "Sure. I suppose I can agree to that."
Fenris nodded and they turned, walking toward one of the less upstanding bars where no one would take a sideways glance at Fenris, and where, if things went according to plan, Fenris could fuck the chick with the braid without anyone saying a word about it. Besides maybe Naomi. And Eileen. And maybe if he was lucky enough, Motoyasu would be stupid enough to kick the chick out of his part, freeing Fenris to scoop her up instead. After a while, they reached the bar and Fenris ordered a drink for everyone except Myne, something which infuriated her.
"I order you to buy me a drink!" Myne snapped.
"On what grounds?" Fenris snorted. "Who are you, the Princess of Melromarc? You have no authority to order me to do anything, matriarchal society or not." He put his feet on the table, crossing his ankles. "Maybe you should make it worth my while. I accept transactions of all kinds. Money. Jobs. Weapons. Armor."
"You're scum!" Myne seethed.
"Just have Motoyasu do it," Fenris said. "I'm sure he's payed well enough to treat his favorite girl to a few drinks, right Blondie?"
"Oh, uh, yes!" Motoyasu said quickly. "Of course. Order whatever you like!"
Fenris grinned and Myne glared at him another minute before getting a drink.
"Well played," the girl with the braid whispered from her place to his right, Naomi glaring at her from his other side. "I don't think your friend like me."
"Naomi, be nice," Fenris said, then leaned over to whisper to her. "If we play our cards right, we might be able to steal her from Motoyasu, and then you'll have to fuck me more often to make sure she doesn't steal me."
Naomi's eyes shot wide open before she cheered, throwing her arms around him. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The girl with the braid smiled knowingly and ordered another drink on Fenris's tab. And so, the night wore on. Fenris fed Motoyasu as many drinks as he could get the hero to drink, Myne getting drunk but not absolutely destroyed like Motoyasu. Eileen only drank a couple, probably not even enough to feel, and Naomi and the girl with the braid both drank about as much as Fenris, enough to get a nice buzz but not enough to actually get fully drunk. At some point, Motoyasu's third companion joined them, Fenris picking up her tab as well. She was young, little more than a girl, with shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, a dark green pointed hat with the brim all the way around, a plain green dress with white sleeves, a slit up the front to her waist and revealing a lighter green skirt underneath, and a wooden magic staff. She didn't drink much, clearly not liking the taste, but she did get drunk, so she probably hadn't drank much before. Fenris smiled as he sipped at his liquor, watching as Motoyasu swayed in his seat, slurring badly as he failed miserably at flirting with a thoroughly disgruntled Myne. The other girl was having a great time laughing at him, and the girl with the braid scooted closer.
"Tell me about yourself," the girl said.
"I'm a mercenary," Fenris shrugged. "I eat, kill, and fuck anything I can get away with. Your turn."
The girl giggled and nodded, thinking for a long moment before nodding to herself. Then, she delved into her entire life story. Fenris was going to call her out on it, but when she reached the part about being sexually abused by her father and uncle both, he fell silent, staring at her. And he had to admit, her life story probably had the most unbelievable ups and downs he had ever heard. After being molested as a child, she found a knight in shining armor who saved her and proposed, only to later cheat on her, then rape her when she tried to leave him. Then, as she was still young, she was adopted by a nice couple who almost instantly accepted her as their daughter. From there, the story grew more and more happy with everything going right. Until the first wave hit and she watched her entire new family and all of her friends be killed. Then she was raped again while trying to get to the capital. However, once there, she fell in love with a magician, who trained her and taught her to be a powerful magic user in her own right. But then he turned out to be a thief and a serial killer, so she killed him herself when he came after her. Then she reached the part about meeting Motoyasu and went on and on about how much she loved travelling with him.
"Yeah, yeah, rub it in," Fenris said, rolling his eyes. "He found you before I did. I know."
The girl giggled. "It's alright. I think you're really fun to hang out with." As she said this, her hand landed on his thigh, dragging her nails against his inner thigh under the table.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual," Fenris smirked.
"So, what kind of magic do you use?" she asked.
"Do my magic fingers or my magic dick count?" Fenris asked.
"Mmm, maybe," she smiled. "Sounds interesting."
"I could give you a demonstration," Fenris whispered, leaning close to her ear.
She smiled, humming thoughtfully, only for Motoyasu's fist to thump the table.
"Handsh ov th' murshandice," Motoyasu slurred, swaying. "Get yer own."
"You sure you want someone who so clearly isn't attracted to you in your party?" Fenris asked. "After all, we've barely met and she's already more interested in me than you."
"What?" Motoyasu asked. "That'sh not true."
"Yes it is," the girl said. "He's much more interesting."
"Well fine then!" Motoyasu said. "You can...go with him. I...don't..." He swayed dangerously and Myne caught him.
"Come on Sir Motoyasu," Myne sighed. "You've drank too much, as usual."
Motoyasu nearly collapsed as she pulled him up but managed to shuffle out of the room with her.
"Well, sounds like you're available," Fenris grinned.
"He always does that," the girl said. "He'll forget in the morning. But until then..." She turned, kissing him on the lips for several seconds before pulling back, smiling knowingly. "Why don't we go have that demonstration?"
"At your command m'lady," Fenris said, mock bowing from his chair.
She snorted, slipping out of her chair and walking away. As Fenris stood, Naomi caught his arm.
"Are you...Are you sure you don't mind her finding out about...that?" Naomi asked. "Are you going to let her?"
"Probably not," Fenris said. "But I suppose we'll see."
Then, he walked away, following after the girl.
"Find our about what?" Eileen asked.
"It's nothing," Naomi said. "You'll find out eventually, probably."
Eileen rolled her eyes, returning to drinking. As she did, Fenris followed the girl with the braid through a door up the stairs and down the hallway, finding himself in a room with a rather large bed.
"It's all payed up for two days," the girl said, sitting on the bed. "So. About that demonstration."
"You know you still haven't told me your name," Fenris said as he walked toward her, losing his shirt and boots on the way.
"Do you need to know a girl's name to have sex?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Fenris smirked, kneeling on the bed in front of her. "I suppose not."
He leaned in, capturing her lips, and within moments, her tongue slipped out of her mouth into his, his own meeting it as he grinned. He leaned forward, laying her on her back before his hands began to wander, drifting over her soft skin slowly. As they did, the girl's breathing began to grow shallower, and her own hands clutched at him, drifting over his muscles. Anywhere his fingers drifted, he felt goosebumps starting to form, and her skin burned. By the time his hands finally slid up to cup her breasts, her nipples were already poking into his palms. She moaned appreciatively as he kneaded her breasts, eventually pushing her top up enough to rest his hand against her bare skin. For a few seconds, he was actually a little afraid by how much he wanted this, by how heavy his own breathing was. But he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on her. She pulled her top the rest of the way off to get it out of the way fully and he bent down, beginning to suckle at her pulse point, pulling a hoarse moan from her throat. He worked his way down, kissing her breasts and nipples, toying with them with his tongue, as his hands began to wander again, eventually reaching her skirt and pulling it off easily. His hands drifted slowly back up her legs and she began to squirm as he neared his destination, also beginning to kiss his way toward it. Finally, he reached his goal and she moaned loudly, arching off the bed and holding him in place as he worked diligently.
Her hips rocked against him after a bit, her moans growing in volume as he pushed two fingers inside of her, beginning to thrust them while turning them over and curling them forward. Suddenly, she bucked, crying out and pulling him tight against her as she shook. However, she wasn't quite as good at faking ass he thought, so he continued anyway.
"S...Stop!" she panted, face flushed with arousal.
"Nope," he said, returning to your work immediately afterward.
"P...Please!" she gasps. "There's...something..."
He grinned, redoubling his efforts and within minutes, she gasps harshly, bucking as her juices sprayed out of her, drenching the bed and his chin. Finally, he slowed, easing her down from her orgasm and leaving her a panting, helpless mess on the bed. He grinned, moving up and kissing her, only for her to flip him onto his back, straddling him.
"What was that?" she asked. "It felt so amazing."
"It's call an orgasm," Fenris said. "It's what happens when the guy knows what he's doing, and actually cares enough to do it right."
She lunged, kissing him again, her hunger sending his head spinning. Within a few seconds, she had his pants off and smiled up at him from between his legs, taking his member into her mouth. He groaned. She was amazing. She alternated between fast movements and slow, teasing ones seemingly at random. Her free hands held his down on the mattress, and her eyes never left his the entire time she worked him. He fought to remain in control, to remain coherent through the haze of lust and pleasure. But it was impossible. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything. He was barely even aware of when he finished, or when her mouth was replaced by her tunnel. He was, and it was pure heaven. But at the same time, he wasn't. He felt himself coming apart at the seams under the onslaught of pleasure she was giving him, like a ball of yarn being unwound, or a tapestry unravelling. He tried to fight it, or at least slow it down. He didn't want to break. He had never broken in his life. but he couldn't help it. She kept pulling at the strings, unravelling him until all that remained was a jumbled mess, a pile of thread prepared and waiting for her command, capable and willing-what should be terrifyingly so-to restring itself into whatever form she choose, anything she desired, as long as it made her happy. And then the straw that broke his will came in the form of her release. Her lips mashing against his to silence herself, her tunnel spasming and milking him. And then, it was over. He unraveled fully as he toppled over the edge, ramming up into her and pumping his seed into her as deeply as he could.
For several long moments, they were lost together in a sea of bliss. Then, they began to slowly drift back, the girl collapsing onto his chest, panting and gasping for air as her body shook and trembled on top of him. He struggled to comprehend what had happened, but his mind was still reeling. He had never felt that good. He had never felt anywhere near anything like that before. After a few moments, her fingers drifted up his chest and neck to his hair, beginning to comb through it, the tingling sensation it spread through him calming him easily, allowing himself to process the information that had jumbled his brain. As he did, he felt himself slowly being stitched back together, her fingers skillfully weaving him back into the tapestry he had once been again until he was restored. He lay there, exhausted and content, smiling as his arm wrapped around her and she tucked her face into his neck.
"That was...amazing," Fenris said finally.
"Yes it was," she smiled. "You're more than willing to ask me to do that again if you ever want to."
"How can I do that fi you won't-"
"Sophia," she smiled, kissing his cheek. "My name is Sophia."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sophia," Fenris smiled.
"Yes it definitely was," Sophia smiled. "I'll tell you what. If the day ever comes when Motoyasu actually does kick me out, you'll be the first to know."
"Deal," Fenris nodded.
Sophia kissed him again before setting her head down and falling asleep instantly. He smiled, kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes and following suit.
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