"Aaa? Aa! Aaa!"

Jeanne, still buck naked and seating in a picture perfect seiza pose some distance away from the pair. Could do nothing but watch silently while she waited. Worst of all, within this black void there was nothing to even do.

But maybe that was intentional, for she had the sneaking suspicion that that the white-haired woman, currently wrapped around their Lord like a lemming, was still thirsting for at least some kind of revenge. Not that she could fault her for that if she was to be quite honest. Speaking of said woman, she was in the midst of pleading with their Lord over something, if the soft begging tones reaching Jeanne's ears which tugged at even her heartstrings was any indication.

"No, Tiamama, gkhh, this must be done." Panted her Lord, shaking his head in denial while being hugged tightly by the overly affectionate, and worried, dragoness.

The blonde bit her lip, as her mind was filled with impure and heretical thoughts, her core beginning to grow warm making her squirm impotently in place. Thankfully, Tiamat was too busy to glance over at her and see her fail at her 'task'.

"I can wait a while longer, this is more important for our safety and besides," the man whose head was nestled between the statuesque woman's bosom lifted his head upwards with some effort, a glowing smile attached to his lips. Making both girls' blush. "Besides, I'm not dead yet!"

She valiantly fought the urge to facepalm. While their moments together had so far been brief, even she could understand that—

"Aaa! AAA!"

At the mere mention of her Lord's potential demise, the previously calm void that surrounded them, transformed into a dark ravenous maelstrom composed of that mud. The only clear area being their location, the edges being a little bit further out from Jeanne's position, their spot serving as the eye of the storm.

Seriously, first Ophis, now this. How exactly did either of them classify as 'dragon'?! One was an entity whose strength apparently knew no limits other than her practically empty head and this…warily eyeing her surroundings caused her mind to bring some memories to the fore, memories of her time with Le fey. When said girl was going on and on about her most recent subject of interest.

Fortunately, or not, depending on your point of view, the time when she had been going on and on about theoretical physics had been early in their friendship. Thus, she had yet to learn to tune her out, resulting in poor Jeanne getting an impromptu college level education in said subject. With said girl not being able to do anything but smile even as she shed tears inside.

Thus, with the few hints offered by her Lord, and the little tidbits spilling over their curious mental connection, she had surmised enough to make her whimper at the mere reminder of their folly.

Once again, this was no Dragon at all! What the hell does a four or even higher dimensional being composed of this… 'mud' —and she would bet her a..Le-fey's ass that the only similarities with actual mud were its color and its texture— and being essentially a moving, spreading Dirac sea had to do with flying magical lizards?! She could only hope that Tiamat didn't, as she had overheard one idiot put it back at her old base, decide to 'scream geometrically'. —seriously, and pardon her french but fuck Hercules. Also screw Cao-cao. Vali's team was supposed to be the one filled with death seeking smooth-brain blood knights, not theirs for her Lord's sake!

"There, there. Relax Tiamom. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. There there." Her Lord patting the entity of questionable lizardness on the back caused her to focus back to the present.

"Aaa…" hearing and seeing said woman sniffle and fight to hold back tears, made the experience all the more surreal.

Although, a dark naughty part within her mind whispered that certain parts of the bible now made a lot more sense if her Lord had a f-forbidden attraction towards dragons.

"And now," the man pulled one of his arms away and stretched it forth. A nondescript phone of all things materializing in his palm.

"Aaa? Aa.."

"Don't worry, I'm safe enough within you for now. And besides, even if this pesky wound seems resilient to your 'rebirth', your power can at least stave it off, if not slowly heal it." So, her earlier suspicion had been true, he had yet to regain his full power. Otherwise, there would be nothing he wouldn't know with his omniscience, and god-killing spear or not, it had been his own weapon before no? "And in any case, I trust you to do what's necessary, and it's not as if you will be alone when I'm asleep." He said and gave a jerk of his head towards her. "Jeanne over there will be happy to help, I'm sure." And without giving the dragon any more time to argue, he pressed his thump on the screen.

Immediately a soft wave of something erupted outwards, with the man as its center, before proceeding to cover both her and Tiamat, making the blonde shudder.

"I give you full access to the phone mom, I leave..my…fate…to you…." Mumbled the somewhat healthier looking man, the last of his strength spent before once more falling into a deep slumber and being absorbed within Tiamat. The hell? That didn't make sense! They were already within the…'woman'. No way in hell she was just a four-dimensional being. Said woman turned towards her the moment her Lord had finished disappearing to parts unknown.

"Aaa."

Jeanne didn't know what was worse, the unimpressed tone in the woman's voice or the fact, which she had just now realized, that she could perfectly understand her. It would seem that the white-haired beauty still harbored a grudge, and if her suspicions were correct would continue to do so for quite a while—

Before she could finish her thought, the primordial dragon lifted her arm in a waving motion, the thin tendrils of her robe hanging of her wrist following the motion in a captivating pattern. Momentarily mesmerized by the motion, Jeanne could only blink as she suddenly found herself back in the familiar by now crater within the underworld, with an unimpressed looking Tiamat standing above her, arms folded.

"Err, may I stand up now, pretty please?" asked Jeanne with a squeak and a tremulous smile. For despite the company she often kept, her body remained unaccustomed to this position. Not that she often sat like that anyway.

The stacked milf's answer came in the form of an eyeroll and a 'hurry it up' motion of her arm. Right before said arm returned to its previous spot and resumed its rhythmic tapping.

Not interested in testing the woman further, the blonde did just that. Proceeding to practically fly upwards. But, healthy fear for her life or not there are some things that are worth the risk. She opened her mouth.

"If it's not too much trouble, could I please have some clothes? That is if it's no too much trouble of co—eek! Forget I said anythi—" she said with a whimper.

For even as she was speaking, Tiamat had let out a tired sigh and pointed her arm at her, materializing a veritable deluge of mud and flinging it her way.

Jeanne closed her eyes, a whimper escaping her lips as the imminent impact made her shiver in terror and other things.

The soft 'plop' of something striking against her skin, and nothing more besides the sensation of something flowing all over her body caused her to cautiously peek open one eyelid. Tremulously glancing about.

"eh? Eee?!" a surprised cry left her lips, for instead of the violation she had been longing dreading, the mud of terror had disappeared and, in its place lay, a full set of clothes, indistinguishable from her old ones even. Gleaming plate armor and all. Hesitantly tapping said armor with a finger produced the distinctive metallic sound she had come to expect out of her armor.

Although she had the sneaking suspicion that this set of armor might prove a tad…sturdier. As her mind started considering why that might be so, she started hastily suppressing such thoughts, she preferred not to think what her new attire was made out of thank you very much.

Looking back towards the patient woman her lips split in a dazzling smile. "T-thank you Miss Tiamat! This will do nicely."

"A. Aaa? Aa."

Said woman's irritated tone and words caused her excitement to deflate a bit.

"Err, that depends on what you want to do." She said and pointed with her arm leftwards. "If you go far enough in that direction you will enter devil territory. Assuming our Lord wants to interact with the bats at all—"

"Aaa?"

An adorable squeak left the girl's lips, the milf's words almost causing her to fall backwards in shock.

"B-beautiful w-w-women?! W-why would that matter?" she asked, her face lighting up in a furious blush. But underneath Tiamat's pointed stare she reluctantly answered. "I-I suppose there are at least some amongst their number who could be considered b-beautiful."

"A?" said Tiamat, pointing the exact opposite way the girl had been pointing mere moments prior.

Jeanne frowned, her lips turning downwards into a scowl.

"Aaa?"

She shook her head, refocusing back on the dragoness.

"Apologies, your question just brought to mind what lies in that direction. Needless to say, it's not good." She closed her eyes with a sigh for a moment before opening them and focusing her gaze on Tiamat. "Over yonder lies the Greek Pantheon, or at least their underworld." She said with a distasteful murmur. "And judging by the scowl on your face I presume you had some interactions with that particular group of heathens?"

"A" was Tiamat's clipped answer. "Aaa?"

"No, well yes, Zeus is still in charge but that is not why I'm worried. As far as I know, and bear in mind I'm working with second hand information here, it wasn't my job to find out what the various pantheons were up to. The… 'thunder pervert' is still holed up in his mountain, no what worries me is his brother. Hades." The mere mention of his name caused the girl to shiver and seemed to attract a fell cloud from the east, the fog like miasma seeking to clump and settle around them, eager to poison the very air. Thankfully, the tidbits of aura unconsciously escaping the primordial mother were enough to destroy the foul spell without said woman even noticing.

"A?" she said with a cute tilt of her head, her words causing poor Jeanne to alternate between mortification and a desire to snicker.

"It would be best if…he didn't hear you call him that." Said the girl licking her lips, the corners of her mouth still twitching upwards. "Although, again if rumors are true, I can assure you he is not a… 'runt' anymore."

"Aaa, a aa a?"

The poor girl could only gaze incomprehensively once more. "Err, I don't know, maybe? I think I heard somewhere that some of the female reapers can take a humanoid form?" seeing the white-haired woman open her mouth she hastily continued. "And yes, I'm sure that some of them are beautiful." Although why that mattered, she didn't know, or rather, the dark heretical part of her brain knew and whispered to her, casting into doubt many more parts of the holy book and putting things into an entirely new titillating forbidden perspective. "But once again, I must caution you that the reapers are strong…" she finished lamely, already knowing that her words fell on deaf ears.

Indeed, Tiamat simply shrugged, unconcerned and pointed right behind the girl with a questioning tone.

"No, I'm afraid there is nothing of import in that direction." Said Jeanne with a shake of her head. "At least as far as I know. Now, over there on the other hand," she said and gestured behind the dragoness and slightly to the left, in the same general direction as the one leading towards devil territory. "—one can find the territory of the damnable crows," at Tiamat's tilt and cute exclamation of curiosity she hurried to explain. Even if her cheeks colored crimson. Seriously, a primordial entity of destruction masquerading as a dragon should not be this cute, or innocent, or have such kissable lips huggable figure! "I-I mean the f-fallen angels." She said with a squeak, taking a deep breath right after so as to wrestle her impure thoughts back under control.

Tiamat opened her mouth.

Jeanne, somehow, knowing what was coming spoke first.

"Yes! Lord dammit, they do have beautiful women," Tiamat closed her mouth. "Happy you little pervert?" she snarked, her arms shooting upwards in the air in exasperation while her chest heaved for air.

"A." The amused tone accompanied by the knowing smirk on those plush lips snapped Jeanne back to reality, making her realize on whom and more importantly what she had just mouthed off.

"A-a-ah, I m-mean—"

Thankfully the dragoness seemed more amused than anything else. With a beckoning gesture she bid her to approach and turned towards their destination, her tale swishing merrily behind her in tandem with the sway of her magnificent rear.

Jeanne, face burning hastily averted her eyes and started reciting prayers underneath her breath while following after the white-haired beauty. Regaining control of herself she blinked and saw the path Tiamat had chosen, a groan left her lips. Nevertheless, she dutifully followed.

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"Dear,"

Ignoring his wife's mumbling he instead opted to divert even more of his strength into his specialty, the strain causing veins to start popping all over his face and body.

"Dear? Maybe you should—"

There! He almost had it this time, just a little bit more… Focusing the last vestiges of his strength caused him to break out in sweat. But it was well worth it. For he had finally broken through that insane woman's barrier again. Once more being free to see and plot around her and—

A dismayed 'tsk' left his lips. Cao-cao had failed. It would seem that he indeed should have thrown caution to the wind and went with the nuclear option after all. But no matter, this was still salvageable, even if the stabilizing factor had surviv— His world exploded into agony, his divination spell shattering into a myriad pieces as the blowback from this new countermeasure all but broke him.

"ARGGH!"

"Dear, Indra! Stay with me dear!"

Blinking his eyes open, he could only gaze in confusion upon finding that he was on the floor, and more specifically with his head laying on his wife's thighs, her arms wrapped around him protectively and streams of rejuvenating energies emanating from her limbs and covering his body in their soothing embrace.

Raising an arm at the sudden sensation of wetness he could only gaze in stupefaction at seeing his fingers coated in red. Utterly bewildered he touched another spot a bit higher than his nose, the result was the same.

"You haven't shed bloody tears since… since those days." Said his wife in a stoic tone. He winced internally, him shedding tears of blood due to overexerting himself hadn't been the only thing he had left back in those times. He had hoped that he would never have cause to hear such a tone out of Shachi again, for it meant that she was currently repressing her fear and anxiousness, choosing to remain strong for his sake even if it was tearing her up inside.

But despite her strong exterior, the eyes, as they say, are the windows to the soul.

Looking upwards into the love of his life's eyes, and the worry shining from within, he chose to swallow his pride just this once.

"I'm…not sure." He grounded out. "I was in, I could chart her and the aberration's path both, but then…" he let out a sigh as the healing energies fixed up a couple of nerves in his spine, relieving much of his pain and continued to mull on the matter. Shachi waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts.

"The best I could compare it to," He started slowly, ponderingly. "Is as if a great barrier, or a big fiery fist sprung suddenly around them and burst through my gut, knocking me out. I've not seen it's like before. Or rather…not quite like this."

The hand running through his hair suddenly tensed momentarily, causing him to wince before immediately relaxing and resuming its pattern and reacquiring its healing glow.

"You mean you can't see them?"

Feeling most of his strength restored to him, Indra frowned and started gathering his strength for another attempt.

"Dear, no!" but before Shachi could intervene, he was already casting his mind adrift through the cosmic ether and the realm of souls.

"Huh."

"D-dear?"

Blinking as he quickly returned back to reality he looked up at her worried face, his usual cocky smirk once more on his face. "Sorry, I was just making sure, but yeah. They are beyond my sight now. And -ow-ow-ow!" Shachi's firm grip on his ear caused him to stop and drop his smirk.

"Don't scare me like that dear."

Looking at the angelic seeming face framed in between blue locks along with a soft smile, Indra, the strongest of the gods (by his reckoning) could only gulp.

"Won't happen again! Sorry Shachi"

The woman, apparently appeased, simply gave a nod and released her grip on his, by now, thoroughly red earlobe.

"But,"

"Mmh?"

At his wife's warning tone, he hurried to explain.

"I have an idea, a suspicion if you will. Don't worry, it won't be dangerous!" he hurried to add.

"Hmm…ok, I trust you."

Mentally letting out a sigh of relief, the most whipped of gods once more activated his third sight and peered through the timelines.

Mere moments later, and with a fresh coat of sweat covering his face, he deactivated said power, "Aha! I was right! Who is the most awesome god?!"

Shachi well used to his eccentricities by now, patted his head in a loving manner.

"You are dear. Now won't you please tell me what you found?"

"Hah? Oh yeah, sorry. It would seem my suspicion was correct. They are not truly gone, 'gone' if you catch my drift. If I focus, I can faintly see a 'void' so to speak where they are not. But it sadly will prove useless in tracking them, cause I can tell that whatever this new power is, this is, it's in its 'resting' state and—"

"And you, of course, won't prod it again, because you love me very much, right? After all you already caught the backlash of it activating, I doubt you want to test it again."

Biting down his lip he managed to hold his tongue and not whine that he in fact, did want to try and break through this new barrier.

"Of course, dear, you know best." He said with a sad sigh instead. The other gods must never hear of this!

Shachi's beaming smile and accompanying series of headpats shouldn't feel that good, damnit! She truly was the [Ex] ranked wife…

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Humming to himself, the unquestionably strongest man in the underworld leaned backwards, falling deeper into his comfortable plush chair, said chair letting out a creak of protest in response which he paid no heed to, a smile split his lips. For everything had been going Lucifer's way these past few days.

Cautiously sneaking a peek left and right and catching no sight of a certain overzealous maido, his smirk widened, followed quickly by his dark boots landing on the desk with a loud 'thud'. Screw propriety and all that rot. He was the strongest devil alive and the leader of the underworld, that should count for something, right? He should be able to do whatever he wants, no?

A sudden cold feeling of dread filled up every fiber of his body, the image of a supernatural she-demon in the getup of a maid forming in his mind's eye.

He shuddered, maybe he could do whatever he wanted when no one was around?

The specter nodded as if pleased before vanishing.

With one last shudder racking his frame his smile was quick to return. Putting his arms behind his head he cast his mind back to the events of the most recent days.

Namely, his sister earning her freedom through the help of the most unorthodox and peculiar host of the Welsh dragon he had ever heard of. A snort left his lips, not that he minded. Different was good, especially in this case. After all, if he and his friends had been cut out of the same cloth as the old maous…well, this was a good day. No need to ruin it with depressing thoughts. With that he closed his eyes and let the artificial light of the sky outside streaming in from his room's windows hit his face.

Luxuriating in those few rare moments of peace when no one was around to bother him… a contended sigh left his lips. He couldn't wait until Rias, or someone, anyone, worthy of the job grew strong enough so that he could pass the blasted position to them. He had things he wanted to do Lucifer dammit! Chief amongst them give Millicas a couple new siblings.

He could see it in his mind. Coming home after a hard day of training, with Grayfia leaning over the kitchen, preparing something. And him stealthily making his way over, grasping her from behind and pulling her taut body against his form. His hands trailing all over her sensual figure.

She would gasp in surprise and delight. "Oh! Dear! You are back already? H-how was your day?" she would ask with barely a hint of lust leaking through her strict maid persona and iron-clad control.

But his hands would not be deterred, continuing to grope and fondle her increasingly aroused body. Causing her to begin grinding against him even as her mouth mouthed of platitudes.

"N-no, dear we shouldn't. A-after all, the c-children," but he would then touch her just so and. "Oh, Sirzer—"

"Sirzerch! We have a problem."

The sudden shouting of his name, coming from a clearly male throat at that— followed by the doors to his study room being blown wide open, caused him to let out a panicked yelp and with a frantic cartwheel of his arms fall out of his chair, landing on the floor face first.

Groaning and cursing his friend's, ancestry, pedigree, and sexual relations, he pushed himself off the floor. Pausing slightly to gaze at the newly made hole in the floor, right about where his crotch would have landed. Growing silent, he lifted his chair in one smooth motion and elegantly sat down, before turning to face Ajuka, the lower half of his body safely out of view behind his desk.

"What is it? This was my day off, you know?" he asked in a deceptively calm tone. While he knew that his best friend was unlikely to disturb him for something trivial, he nonetheless had ruined a pretty good fantasy right now. At least, it would seem that he hadn't noticed his…issue.

"I know, and for that I apologize." Said the green haired man with an apologetic inclination of his head while coming closer and slipping into one of the empty seats with familiar ease. The chair being slightly less ornate than his own, of course.

"But we have an…issue." He said, one hand rising to unconsciously sweep his already swept hair back.

"So you've said, but you've yet to explain exactly what." groused out the redheaded man, still a tad irritated, even as he was starting to grow concerned, Ajuka rarely displayed such tics after all.

Ajuka raised an eyebrow. "I can see that you are in a particularly fine mood today. Fine, I'll be brief then." He said and with one arm he seemingly clutched at empty air for a moment, before with what could not be described as anything other than perfect control, he injected a bit of magic into said digits, a few sets of glowing and interlocking magical circles appearing and rotating, before they seemed to slide and glide into one another and disappearing with the sound of a latch opening. In their place a small stack of papers appeared, falling and landing on the desk, right where Sirzerch's boots had been some few moments prior. Conveniently removing the marks said boots had left.

Picking up the top most paper, the maou of destruction quickly begun to scan it, even as his best friend continued on with his explanation.

"A couple of days ago, a brief surge of energy was detected out in the wastelands."

"Ours, or in general?"

"In general," replied hell's scientist with a nod. "Beyond the borders of any of the underworld's powers. Right about…here." He said, snatching another paper out of the pile, and jamming his finger onto a spot, revealing that said paper was a miniature map. "Initially, I didn't think much of it, besides the fact that my instruments were in a dire need of re-calibration." The man continued, his tone filled with irritation, aimed chiefly at himself. "After all, the level of power they recorded could be nothing else but a mistake. Obviously…I was mistaken."

The bad pun caused Sirzerchs to pinch his nose with a groan, grumbling the paper in his hand some but more importantly eliciting a small smile out of his longtime friend. Good, inwardly the redhead was pleased. He didn't want to see Ajuka in such a state, so him continuing to react to his silly puns in such an over-exaggerated manner over the centuries was a small price to pay.

Unfurling the paper with a small application of demonic power of his own he resumed reading.

Ajuka taking the hint for what it was, continued.

"But to make a long story short, it would seem that my instruments had not malfunctioned at all. Earlier today, an enormous surge of power was detected which fried about a third of the instruments located nearby. Those that survived, only did so because they were more primitive models which I've yet to replace. Their lower capabilities thankfu—" at Sirzerchs eyeroll, Ajuka paused. Right, right, point good, technobabble bad. "In any case, the data was clear. I even contacted Azazel." He said and earned an approving nod from the redhead.

After all, while the peace talks were still in their tentative stages as far as the public was concerned, or rather entirely unknown still. Behind the scenes things were quite a bit different. The leaders of the three factions had been working together for decades to build trust, support and a working framework for what said peace would look like, so that they could finally bury the hatchet for good. Establishing a working relationship, one with good rapport at that, even if it still needed to remain 'unofficial' for now, was but one of the first steps.

"His thoughts?"

Here the underworld's chief scientist, in his own estimate, did a thing he rarely did. He outright chuckled. Prompting both of Sirzerch's eyebrows to climb to his hairline.

But, as quickly as they had come, his chuckles disappeared. "No, forgive me. While the fact that I saw the scarecrow actually scared for once was hilarious, the reason for it…not so much."

Sirzerch frowned at those words. The last traces of his laid-back older brother persona disappearing as he leaned forward, the general of old beginning to rouse as he interlocked his arms in front of his face, his eyes piercing one of his chief assets. "That bad?"

Ajuka snorted. "Worse." Before sighing and a moment latter seeming to age a few millennia in an instant. "Sometimes, the fact that our… 'predecessors'," he all but spat the word. "-were a bunch of narcissistic pricks bites us in the ass, this we know. And unfortunately, this… this is one of those times. With the…missing data I couldn't identify the owner of the recorded energy. But thanks to Azazel's more extensive archives…well, we know who it is now. Tiamat."

The strongest man in the underworld, the humanoid destruction, (and the greatest siscon) recoiled back as if struck. The back of his chair hitting against the wall with a loud 'thud'.

"We are certain?" he asked with wide eyes and a clenched fist.

"Absolutely." Replied Ajuka. "He wouldn't lie over something like this, but even if he was inclined too, in this case I'm sure he didn't. For he signed with "owner of Blazer Shining Aura Darkness Blade'" he finished, his tone grim.

Sirzerchs had only one thing to say to that.

"Shit."

"Indeed." Came the droll reply.

"Well in that case, there in no time to wast. Notify the others," said Sirzerchs in haste, "—and wake Falbium's ass up." He continued in a snarky tone. "If he refuses to co-operate, tell him…tell him that he will be the happy recipient of a lifetime ticket to all of Levi-tan's shows, even the backstage stuff, with attendance being mandatory."

Ajuka snorted while beginning to stand. "That will indeed, 'light a fire' underneath his lazy ass." Both friends shared a brief chuckle before with a nod the light-haired man turned and made to depart. There were preparations to be made.

But just before leaving the room he stopped right at the entrance, and turned his head backwards, an enigmatic smirk on his lips.

The redhead sensing the familiar energy halt, looked up from the papers clutched in his hands. "Was there something more?"

"No, just wanted to let you know that there is no need to worry."

"Eh?"

"For your 'problem'," a feeling of trepidation begun welling up within the redheaded maou. "That hole? I fixed it for you, no need to worry about Grayfia finding out." With that parting taunt the man finally left.

Almost robotically, Sirzerch's head swiveled to the side and down, his gaze landing upon where a hole should have been still. Perfectly smooth carpet met his eyes, covering the most likely intact tiles beneath and showing no signs of their previous damage.

So, that small, almost unnoticeable, exertion of demonic energy he had felt earlier had been for that? Well played old friend…

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They had been walking for some time now. Jeanne was sure that back in the human world at least half a day had passed, maybe even multiple ones. Not that she could be certain, for ever since…that. She found that her body was different. More resilient and less prone to the frailties of plain human bodies.

And as for sustenance? The few times she had dared complain. Tiamat had just sighed and nicked her pale finger slightly, pointing it at her direction and urging her to drink. Needless to say, she declined. At first.

For no matter how far they'd walked, they found no other lifeforms. It would seem that animals were indeed smarter than humans, at least in this case. They, unlike her previous group of idiots knew to stir clear of something like the primordial mother when she did not wish to be disturbed.

But in any case, the lack of anything edible and her gnawing stomach, coupled with the monotony of their surroundings and the dreary purple sky hanging constantly overcast above, with the only changes being in luminosity. Forced her, to at last, accept Tiamat's finger.

Taking it into her mouth she started to blush, noticing right after that a pink dusting was faintly visible on the, currently loli dragoness' face. Nonetheless, with a mumbled 'thank you for the meal', the vibrations causing both girls to squirm she started suckling on the white-haired beauty's finger.

A loud moan left her throat as colors, tastes and emotions she never knew filled her mouth and soul. Each drop of ambrosia swallowed serving only in fanning the flames in her core higher and higher. Why did she refuse this again? Her past self was a fool! And besides, if the woman in front of her and her words could be trusted, her Lord was partaking of this each day.

"Ara?" blinking in incomprehension she could do nothing but gaze as the loli retracted her finger, a pleased smile on her lips while Jeanne's mind hurried to reboot itself.

"B-but I wanted more." She said with a whine.

Tiamat simply reached up with the same arm, the finger already healed and gently patted her on the cheek. Causing her pout to abate and the blonde to lean into her touch unconsciously, eyes closing.

"Aaa~" she said, and with one final pat retracted said arm. Causing Jeanne's eyelids to flutter open.

"Eh? Tomorrow? Ok, I'll be waiting then." She chirped, already giddy with anticipation, only then noticing that her hunger had abated.

That dealt with they resumed their walk.

It was a couple hours of uneventful walking and creepy trees later when an authoritative, and clearly female voice interrupted their silence.

"Halt! Stop right there!" shouted the unknown woman, causing Jeanne to turn. Only to groan a moment later upon the sight meeting her eyes.

For her part, Tiamat merely opted to fish out that same unassuming black phone her Lord had used earlier out of somewhere and rub her chin in thought, as her eyes alternated from the contents shown on the device's screen and the newcomer.

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Note: Indra and his wife are a reference to Planeshunter (also on QQ, Wink) and his excellent story 'Oracle'