Author's Note: By popular demand, a follow up to the Valentine's Day chapter, and a marked escalation of Harry and Sona's relationship. I think I may have gone a little too far, but if I was going to write a sexy spinoff, I didn't want to short change it. I also am not confident of the quality of the lewd scene. But here it is.

The following events take place between Chapter 87: A Valentine's Massacre? and Chapter 88: Next Steps? of Beyond the Outer Gates Lies… A high school library?

Beyond the Outer Gates Lies... A Careful and Respectful Exploration?

The bell tolled for me. But it was the pleasant, rewarding tone of my mystic doorbell, announcing that one of my girlfriends teleporting in.

Sona was dressed somewhat simply with a white blouse on top. She also wore a loose black skirt, matching thigh high stockings, flashing some lovely, alluring zettai ryouiki. Definitely A grade. Finally, she had slip on loafers. I couldn't help but note her attire was chosen for ease of dress. And undress.

"Good afternoon, Harry," she said, blushing slightly. She looked unbearably cute... No, I could bear it, just barely.

'Oh, Harry,' Lash groaned.

Enough from you, or it's the box.

Sona gave me a look of anticipation.

"Well, take your shoes off, and come in, Sona," I told her. She gave me a questioning look, but slipped out of her shoes and stepped inside.

"I thought we were going out," she said.

"No, I just said dinner and a movie," I reminded her, "before... you know. And I thought if we stayed in, that would give us more time for... you know. Plus, I found a new udon place that delivers."

She hurried in, and gave me a lingering hug.

"That sounds like an excellent plan," she agreed.

"I'm sorry," I told her.

I had ordered small bowls of five flavors of udon, for the two of us to split and sample. They delivered on time. The udon was piping hot (since I hadn't ordered the cold varieties). But it just wasn't good. The noodles were somehow both coarse and chewy to the point of being tough. The meat in the niku udon was more fat and gristle than meat. The curry udon had a very spicy kick, but not much actual curry flavor. The tempura udon was okay flavor wise (outside of the noodle issue), but very light on the shrimp and veggies. The vegan udon's veggies were overcooked to the point of becoming mush. And the kitsune udon was the best of the five, but still was not anything stellar.

"It's not your fault," Sona comforted me, "udon is my preferred dish, not yours. And the potential for a good udon place that delivers is too tempting not to try. It may not have been great, but it was filling and not too expensive."

'Yeah, but I could have tried it first," I countered, "I only got the flier on Thursday, so I still could have ordered it yesterday."

"I know you do not enjoy udon enough to eat it repeatedly," she said, "And this way, I can warn the rest of my Peerage away from the place with first hand knowledge."

"I guess there is that," I allowed.

"Come," she slid her chair back and stepped away from the table, "Let us get these dishes washed. Then we can watch the movie."

I looked into the kitchen, not for the first time, and muttered, "I really need to figure out a way to fit a dishwasher in here. It would save a lot of time, at times like this. Or on game night."

"It does not take that long," Sona scolded me affectionately, "And it isn't like the movie is going anywhere."

"Those are the words of someone with a home theater, who's never had her power shut off," I shot back fondly, "And in all fairness, I should warn you. It is a kissing movie."

"And now it is my turn to apologize to you, Harry," Sona sighed, nestling a bit closer to me, "I'm sorry for all the things I said or thought about you and your seeming obsession with this film. I have done myself a great disservice, not having watched it before. Both for the film itself and for your references. May I borrow it, to make sure the others see it?"

"As you wish," I said.

She smiled, turned into face me, and kissed me. I let my lips linger against hers for a moment. Then I pulled gently away.

"Now, now," I said, "Let's not get carried away. As fun as that might be."

"Yes," Sona said regretfully.

"Did you have any thoughts about our... exploration?" I asked her.

"You are the more experienced one," Sona admitted, "I thought it might be better to leave it to you."

"Alright," I said. I took a deep breath, and took her hands. Began gently rubbing my thumbs across her palms.

"Here is what I was thinking," I started, "I will do things to you. Acts of affection, sexuality, and pleasure..."

She nodded, but there was a hint of red creeping into her cheeks.

"I will perform them slowly, cautiously, and individually. After each one, I will stop. And, or course, you can stop me before I finish, or even start, if you aren't comfortable. Then you can tell me if it is something you want to do again. If it was something you enjoyed. If it is something you are want to do in general. And if it is something you want to do in the confines of our current relationship."

"What do you mean?" she looked somewhat confused.

"I choose to believe there are various... types of play... that we are both aware of, that you would not want to do, now or ever," I said, "But I don't think... or at least I hope, vaginal intercourse isn't one of them. You don't want to do it now, as both the Kuoh Student Council President, and as the heiress to the Sitri family. But if things proceed, and we get married, or even engaged, then I would expect it would become something you would want to do."

"Ah," her vision clouded at the first part of my statement. It was the look of someone who had heard or seen things on the edges of the depths of the internet. Then my frank, if someone technical, expression of a desire to have sex with her, made her cheeks and neck crimson. Then her eyes lowered into lidded with desire.

"You are correct, on both counts," she confirmed.

"So, I will start on you. Then, when I run out of ideas, you can tell me if there are other things you would like me to do to you. After that we switch, you do things to me and I suggest things you might have missed. And then, once all of that is done, we can just do some making out, to get used to the limits we have established."

"While I doubt my sister or Tsubasa will appreciate how clinical this is," Sona said softly, "I have to thank you. This makes me feel better and more comfortable."

"Science can be fun too," I shrugged, "Depending on the type of experiment you are doing. Just so long as you get a good reaction."

Sona smirked at my double meaning.

"Ready?"

She nodded meekly. I hugged her. Wrapped my arms around her slender form, and pulled her in to my body. It was hardly the first time, but she shuddered slightly, the implications settling in.

I let her go, and looked her in the eyes (yay!), "Is hugging okay?"

"Yes," she agreed, "It is both pleasant and acceptable."

"Good," I nodded. Then I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was a soft and gentle kiss, no tongue or excessive movement. Then I tenderly cupped her face with my right hand, rubbing her cheek. I continued for a moment longer, and then leaned back.

"Sorry, I kind of combined two things there," I said.

"That's fine," she told me softly, her cheeks flush again, "I quite enjoyed it."

"Okay. Then..."

I kissed her again, this time more intensely. I prodded gently with my tongue, and she let me into her mouth. True to the discussion, she let me play with her tongue, without too much contribution.

She approved, so I kissed her a third time. This time, very intensely. I pulled her body into me with one arm, and guided her head with the other. I was still careful not to be too rough or forceful. Just hungry, eager. Showing the desire I normally kept a lid on.

When we broke apart, we each needed a breath. Sona looked up at me with an expression of amazement bordering on disbelief.

"Was that okay?" I asked her.

"Okay?" she gasped, "That was... incredible. I..."

"So you wouldn't mind doing that again?" I took no small pride in her loss for words.

"When we are in private," she agreed, "And seated. I was not aware one could be weak in the knees while sitting down."

"Do you need a minute?" I asked with genuine concern.

"No," she shook her head quickly, "Please continue Harry."

I reached up, and removed the stud from her left earlobe. I set it on the table, thankful that Mister was out prowling the neighborhood at the moment. Then I leaned in and took her earlobe into my mouth. Sucked on it, and tugged it lightly. Then I ran my tongue up the back of her ear.

"Harry, wait," she panted. I stopped instantly.

"Sorry. You didn't like that?"

"No," Sona countered, "It was unexpected, but not unpleasant. But it made me think of something. I would ask that you not leave suction bruises or similar marks on me."

"Suction bruises... Oh, hickies."

"Yes," she nodded, "It would be problematic if one of my classmates saw such a mark when we are changing for physical education class. So that would be something I request you not do."

"Sure, that makes sense," I agreed, "I'll be careful."

"Thank you," she sighed in relief. Then she blush in embarrassment and anticipation, and added, "Please continue."

Thinking about it a moment, I had two options. Actually, I had lots of options, but two that fit. I could move down to her neck, since her blouse didn't have much of a collar. Or I could advance a bit faster, and save her neck for slightly later.

I placed my right hand on her left breast. I didn't clutch at it or move my hand much. I just rested it upon the soft, subtle swell. And felt the quickened beating of her heart. A moment passed, and another. Sona gave me a steady, questioning look. THen she realized I was nervous. Had I gone too far?

"Continue," she said softly.

I didn't say anything, but I closed my fingers partly. Gave a light squeeze. Traced the outline of her breast with the tips of my fingers. Brushed my thumb against the steadily hardening nub in the center. Sona moaned lustily.

"Like that, do you?" I teased lightly, continuing the enjoy the feel of her chest.

"Yes," she agreed breathily.

I took her second breast in hand as well, rubbing both perfect mounds. Sona leaned in closer to me, pressing herself against my hands.

"You can be more... firm," she told me.

"Not yet," I countered. Then I ran my pointers along the edges of her bra, over her breasts and under her shirt, "You are still covered and guarded. What level of pressure you would enjoy... directly... may be different. And on that note..."

I took my hands away from her breasts, and moved my right hand to the top button of her blouse. I flicked it open with practiced ease. Her eyes widened in surprise. My eyes asked her if I should stop. She just smiled slightly. My hand danced down her shirt, opening each button with an almost magical smoothness. Her blouse had a pattern stitch bottom edge and was untucked, so I didn't need to worry about that. I lifted her arms up, and then slipped the shirt up and over her head, free of her body.

Then Sona's expression flashed surprised, followed quickly by deep appreciation. That was because, instead of just tossing her blouse aside, I carefully folded it and set it on the coffee table next to her earring.

It pays to know your target.

Her bra was definitely not for normal wear. The bottom of the cups were a good, supportive cotton, with a strong good band forming them. But the top half of each cup was a fancy and very translucent lace. I could easily see the upper half of her areolas, and her perked up nipples were straining against where the two cloths joined. Her bra was also strapless, even though her blouse would have covered any sort of straps.

But enough of that for the moment. I dove in. Started kissing her neck. Down her clavicle to her shoulder. A rain of light kisses, careful not to mark her skin. I took her other shoulder in my hand, and began to knead it, even as I trailed my lips back up her neck to her ear.

"Don't tease me, Harry," Sona pleaded lustily.

"I'm not," I broke off, "First, I am being thorough, making sure this is something you like. And second... I.. well... kinda like shoulders."

"Shoulders?"

"The curve of the neck, the outline of the collarbone, and the curve of the shoulder," I said, trying not to sound defensive, "The smooth S arc of them, the shapes and the shadows."

"Maybe you were a vampire in a former life," Sona needled me, relishing having the upper hand for a moment, after being putty in my hands for the last quarter hour or so.

"Or maybe I dated one," I countered.

'Or two,' Lash interjected from her corner of my mind.

"Either way," I ignored my brainmate, "does that mean you don't like it?"

"It was enjoyable enough," she admitted, "And if you like it, then I would not protest it, in moderation."

"Now, the big question," I said, "do you want me to touch your breasts over your bra first? Or are you fine with me just taking it off?"

Sona blushed again, and murmured, "Whatever you think is best."

Without pausing to even consider it, I reached around behind her, and undid the clasp. Fortunately, since it was strapless, she didn't need to move her arms for me to remove it. I folded it, and placed it on top of her blouse.

Then, I just stared. I knew Sona felt inadequate. But she was comparing herself to the wrong people. Rias, Akeno, Reya, they weren't a fair comparison. Her breasts were small but not tiny, and she was by no reasonable measure flat. More importantly, Sona's breasts were beautiful and perfectly shaped. Her areolas were about the size of quarters, and were slightly oblong. But then again, perfectly circular ones were rare outside of plastic surgery. Her nipples were a bit smaller than dimes, and were hard from my previous stimulation. Their color was a soft pink that almost blended into Sona's pale skin. It wasn't the first or even second time I had seen her breasts, but it was the first time it was deliberate. And I wasn't looking away.

Though I did take a second or three to let my gaze run down and over her stomach. No visible abs, but still toned and yet soft and smooth. And a really cute navel.

"Please don't stare," Sona moved to cover herself. I gently caught her wrists, but also looked up.

"If you want to stop, I'll get you your bra, or even your blouse," I told her, "But your breasts are beautiful, lovely, and tantalizing. I want to look them as much as you will let me. And more. I know I have said this before. But I will say it again, because it should carry more weight this time. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sona. Your breasts are amazing, and I like them. I wouldn't change anything about them... Well, except the fact that I'm not fondling or kissing them right now."

I released my grip on her. I reached hesitantly towards her clothing, asking her non-verbally what she wanted to do. Sona gave me a smile of sincere appreciation, and shook her head. Then her posture shifted, and she lifted her chest towards me.

Careful experiment be damned, I couldn't resist an invitation like that. I dove in. My left hand played over the surface of one boob, my mind maintaining just enough focus to vary the location and pressure and observe her reactions. Then I began to lick her other areola and nipple. Then peppered the breast around it with kisses. Then I wrapped my lips around my teeth. Clamped down on her nipple. Tugged it firmly. And also flicked my tongue back and forth across the tip.

"Harryy," Sona moaned, then bit her lip to control her voice. I regained a modicum of self-control, but continued to lewdly study her breasts. After a few minutes, I finally broke off.

"So," I panted slightly, "where do you stand on that?"

"Part of me is very glad you stopped," Sona admitted roughly, "A larger part of me wishes you had not. I am... was... very close to..."

She trailed off, hiding her face, red again at the admission. I was honestly starting to worry Sona might pass out from having too much blood diverted to the skin of her face and neck.

"I'll take that as another for the 'yes' column," I told her. Then with more concern, asked, "Do you need a moment? Maybe some water?"

"Water would be nice," she said. I got up, went to the fridge. I started to get us each a bottle of water. Then I had a thought. I grabbed one bottle. And went back into the living room.

Sona was leaning back against the couch. Her eyes were half closed, as she tried to calm her body and emotions. I opened the bottle, took a swig, and then handed it to her.

"I know what you are doing, Harry," she said sharply. Then she took the water, and drained most of it. She capped it, and then set it on the table.

"Shall we continue?" she asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Of course," I agreed readily, "I was going to move further down, to your stomach next. But I have a better idea. Would you lie down on your stomach?"

Sona considered that, and then complied. She easily fit on the couch. I kneeled down next to her. And then I started to rub her back.

It was a massage. Now there are sensual massages, but that wasn't what I was doing. At least not much or intentionally. Instead, I was properly testing for sore and tightened muscles. Kneading the knots, and generally releasing the tension. As much as Sona was enjoying our experiments, she was also struggling to keep herself under control. Forcing herself not to react, either by running or by throwing herself at me. So for the moment I was just calming her down. Working out the stress. She sighed happily as my hands traveled up and down her back and sides.

I did work in a few kisses, and touches to spots that were more sensitive than sensitive.

"Thank you, Harry," Sona said when I stopped, "I did not know I needed that."

"You are welcome any time," I told her affectionately. Then added in my more usual tone, "Within reason, that is. But I'm not exactly finished."

I shifted over, to my right. Then I hooked my fingers around the upper band of her left stocking. Made sure she felt it, that she was aware. I waited a heartbeat. Then I began to slowly peel the stocking off her. Planted kisses down the back of her leg for each centimeter of skin I revealed along the way. Then I folded it, and put it next to her upper clothing. I repeated the process down her other leg.

Then I began to massage her legs. Medically, like I had her back. After the remaining tension was gone, I changed my pressure. I wasn't just rubbing her legs. I was caressing them. Again trying to arouse Sona. To raise her blood pressure, and get her wet. We might not be going all the way, but depending on when and where she made me stop...

I also rubbed her feet, triggering the pressure points to stimulate other erogenous zones across her body.

Once Sona was breathing heavily again, I instructed her, "Roll over, please."

I worked on the front of her legs, then as promised earlier, her stomach. I took the rest of the water, and filled her belly button with it. She shivered slightly, from the cold liquid. Then giggled when I lapped it out.

"Really?" she lifted head and shoulders up on one elbow and raised an incredulous eyebrow at me.

"I like belly buttons, too," I told her, "and some women quite enjoy that."

"Is there any part of the female body you don't like?"

"Knees," I told her, "At least the front side. The backs are pretty, but not the fronts."

She studied me. Then we both chuckled.

"I do like your knees, Sona," I told her. Then I took her hand. Started to rub her palm and the back. And sucked on her fingertips, one at a time.

The fingers thing was more stalling than anything else. I wanted to continue. But felt I should stop. Still she hadn't asked me to. I screwed up my courage, and let the ever-present shadow of Winter push me. I reached for Sona's waist, and unfastened her belt.

She didn't stop me.

I undid the snap on her skirt, over her right hip.

She didn't stop me.

"Lift up your butt, Sona," I requested softly.

She did.

And so I slipped her skirt off. Folded it, and set it on the table. This left my girlfriend in only a pair of lace trimmed white cotton panties, that matched her bra. Oh, plus one earring and her X-mas gift force ring, if you want to get technical.

"Harry," Sona said regretfully, "I know that I said on Friday, that I am past hiding my body from you. But now, in this moment... I wonder if that was a remnant of the potion talking."

"Panties stay on," I said for her, "I get it. That's fine. It's easier, in a way. But the real question is, what exactly does that mean?"

"How so?"

"For starters, panties can be rolled down or slid aside. Then they are still technically 'on', but not impeding anything. Also, I could slip my fingers... or other things... inside without taking them off. I would expect, and frankly prefer, that both of those are off the proverbial table."

Sona's voice squeaked slightly, "Yes, that is definitely my preference as well."

"Okay," I said thankfully, "But what about over the panties touching? I know you asked me not to comment on your bottom before, but I would think we are past that. I am looking forward to some contact with that sweet, outstanding, nubile ass."

I said the last four words in English, as it wouldn't work otherwise.

Sona gave me a light smirk, amused. Then she said, "Do you have one for everyone?"

"Really exciting, yummy ass," I answered, "Totally sporty, unyielding, best apple, stunning ass. Stellar, enticing, radiant ass, for artificial, legal loli."

'Keen, excellent, naturally dynamic, racy ass,' Lash suggested, 'Joyful, energetic ass needs nourishing example.'

"So there is your butt, your hips, and your vagina," I said, "I can potentially touch... caress... them, over your underwear. If that is within your comfort zone."

"I..." Sona started, and then paused to think about it. Her cheeks lit up again, and she said, "I'm going to say all of them are on the table to start with. And as we said, I will stop you if I become uncomfortable. But I trust you and you have not done me wrong so far. No, I have been quite impressed. And pleased. By your skills."

"Okay," I agreed. Then I swept her into my arms. I sat back on the couch, and then set her sitting on me, perpendicular. Her thighs on mine, with her butt hanging out in space. I kept her steady with one arm. I gave her another light kiss. And then, I began to cup her sweet, outstanding, nubile ass with my free hand.

"Sona," I whispered gently. She was sprawled against me, which was quite comfortable and arousing in and of itself. My wrist was trapped between her thighs, clenched like a vice from the intense orgasm that put her into this semi-sleeping state.

I cast two seals, one for sight and one for grasp. I pulled a Barq's out of the fridge, and floated it over to us, so as not to disturb her. I popped the tab, one handed. I waved it gently under her nose. Her eyes perked up. She took the can from me, and in a move I would have expect more from Tsubasa or Serafall, slammed the pop in one long gulp.

"Thank you, Harry," Sona said, as the flavor, liquid, sugar, and caffeine reinvigorated her, "And... thank you. That was... I never imagined... I have... but it was nothing like... that..."

"Fortunately, I'm at the end of my ideas," I said, "Mostly."

"Mostly?" Sona whispered in anticipation.

"Yes," I said, "I would like to go down on you, but I'm not fond of the feel of cotton on my lips or especially my tongue. If you were wearing silk or a synthetic, that would be a different story. But between that, and your reaction to just my fingers, it is probably for the best I don't."

"Go down?" she prompted, seemingly unclear.

"Cunnilingus," I clarified, "Or eating you out, if you prefer a slightly more vulgar slang."

"Oh," she squeaked.

"Yeah."

"You are right," she said, "we should not do that, for today. I still need to take my turn on you, and I doubt I would be clear headed enough after such an act."

I hugged her, and suggested, "Well, why don't you take a few more minutes to rest of recover, and then you can start. Unless you have something else you want me to do to you, that I didn't think of?"

"No," she said quickly, "That was.. much more than even I was expecting. The only things that come to mind are outside of the rules, outside of my comfort zone, or not possible at the moment. Or more than one of those."

"And what do you think isn't possible?" I asked carefully, "I don't mean to press or tease, I honestly want to know what I might need to prepare for potential future dates."

"No, nothing," she protested. I gave her a look.

"Honesty," I reminded her, "No judgments."

"I was just thinking about our... encounter Friday morning?"

"The peanut butter sandwiches?" I teased her, "Food play? I hadn't thought of that. I should have, Rias was going to do chocolate play with Ise yesterday. We could try that, too. PB on on your right breast and jelly on the left, and then I lick them clean..."

Sona tried to give me her angry president look, but I could tell she was mildly intrigued by the suggestion. Then her gaze dropped.

"No, I was thinking about... alternatives..."

Alternatives? Oh... Oh!

"Well," I said suggestively, "I'd bet if either of us texted Tsubasa, she drop everything to join in on this experiment. She might also have some ideas."

We both considered that for a moment. Then our eyes met, and we shook our heads, both chuckling lightly.

"In the future," she said, "Today, I want you to myself."

"Okay," I agreed, "Then, five minute break, and you can start."

"That sounds good," she said. Then she added, "While I am recovering, maybe you could get us another water... and the peanut butter."

Sona mostly mimicked my actions on her. Though she did kiss my closed eyes. And we fed each other the peanut butter, with a bit more licking and sucking of fingers than was purely necessary.

When she removed my shirt, Sona looked intently my torso. She had seen my scars in the Yura family's bathroom. Now, the scar on my belly from Cassius was completely gone, Asia's power having completely healed it. The entry and exit wounds from Kincaid on either side of my chest were smaller and fainter, but still there. They were all Asia had left, the burns on my hand and cut on cheek we were leaving in their current, diminished state. The other, many, more minor scars across my body were basically cleared as a a side effect of the more focused healing of the big boys. We figured another four to six sessions on the starbursts over my heart, and they would be gone, too. Then the healing practice for Asia would come to an end. Which was good. I didn't dislike spending time with Asia, Ise, and Rias, but we had all gotten what we wanted out of this, and having the extra afternoon back most weeks would be nice.

Still, my girlfriend studied my pecs and abs, comparing it to the memory of what she had seen in the past. Then she started checking with her hands... no, that wasn't checking my scars. Or at least, not just that.

For this being her first time, she was good with her hands. Light yet firm when she needed to be. Soft hands, and I thought she probably had studied. What she studied I wasn't sure. Especially being a Devil, thus having metaphysical options and centuries of research that normal Humans didn't.

Sona got me down to my boxers, and then paused.

"Same rules I think," I told her, "Boxers stay on and in place and your hands stay outside. Beyond that, we'll see."

She gave me a sly look, and went to work.

Sona placed her hands on either side of my crotch, not directly touching my sex. Then she began to gently roll her hands. At first I wasn't sure what she was doing. It felt interesting, but not exactly arousing. After a few more circles, her motives became clear.

If you aren't familiar, boxers have an access flap in the front. Not an overlapping one, held down by elastic like on tighty-whities or boxer briefs. Some had a button to hold it closed, but this pair did not.

If it wasn't already obvious from the situation, my penis was fully erect. Even before Sona started on me, I was like ninety percent there from touching her. Only my focus on her and cataloging her reactions kept me at partial staff. Now that she was trying (and succeeding) in turning me on. And she hadn't put any of her clothing back on. There was no way my dick wasn't raring to go.

So as Sona moved her hands, my tip rubbed against the cloth, rough yet stimulating. Then it got caught in the flap, and started to work its way out. After a few more twists, my standing unit was fully exposed, in its lanky, veiny glory.

"You clever minx," I rumbled. Sona smirked. Then she paused, waiting for my reaction.

"Go on," I told her, "You didn't technically break to rules."

She moved her hands to my shaft gingerly. Sona's fingertips traced each pulsing vein, and played gently over the glans.

"You can be more firm," I told her, recalling her own words.

"Not yet," she also parroted, "I am... rather enjoying the feeling."

She leaned down and kissed the tip. Then she dripped some saliva down the shaft, to lubricate her motions. I felt a pressure growing in me. I took a deep breath, and forced it down.

Sona saw me do this, and seemed to take it as a challenge. She tightened her grip steadily, and began to stroke, quickly and evenly. I smirked back, and kept my body under control.

My King opened her mouth, and began to dive down. I caught her chin with my right hand, and put my left on her shoulder, to stop her.

"Stop, please," I told her.

"Ah," she blinked, "I'm sorry, I didn't think... Or course you don't want to go this far today."

"Or ever," I told her.

"Really?"

"I could give you the spiel about how most people don't enjoy performing fellatio," I started, "Don't enjoy or actually find it unpleasant. I could tell you that it is as often an act of dominance as it is one of affection..."

Sona winced slightly, realizing she had been about to violate the spirit of our date, to try to 'defeat' me.

"But 'really', I just don't like it," I admitted, "My experiences with being given head lean largely towards the negative, and I'm not in a particular hurry to try it again."

Elaine and I had been young and eager to experiment. All these things we heard of, but didn't have any practice or guidance. So our first attempt at fellatio... let's say it involved teeth, pain, blood, and vomit. The second time still had teeth and pain, but managed to avoid the blood and vomit. The third and final time actually regressed, featuring the return of vomit. After that we were both fine with abandoning it.

Susan was not fond of the practice. She was the one who introduced me to the idea that most people who performed the act, didn't like it. And that many people who asked for it, did it as a show of power, more than an act of love. So I never asked. A few times she was... out of control... and did it on her own... She wasn't good, and I still didn't enjoy it.

Luccio agreed with Susan, that it was no love or fun in BJs. Much more aggressively and militantly. Enough where I wondered if she had an especially unpleasant experience in her long past. It should go without saying that we never did it.

Murph... Murph had been heavily injured, the short time we were together. Normal sex was off the table. So we did other things. Including fellatio. It wasn't as mind-blowing as some would have led me to believe. But it was pleasant enough, and it made up my few memories of being with her, so I did want them being overwritten.

Lara... for her it had been about domination. Like Sona had almost done inadvertently, for Lady Wraith, fellatio was about exercising control over her partner. Which, to be fair, applied to most sex for her.

"I see," Sona nodded slightly. Then she realized something, and looked up at me, "But you... to me..."

"Yes, but I like it," I said.

"You do?"

"Yes," I told her. Then I leaned in, and slid my hand between her legs again, "I love the female genitalia. They are a work of art, and in most cases very beautiful. I will take any chance to get up close and personal. I even enjoy the... aroma. In most cases, anyway. The process is also fun."

"At the risk of sounding unintelligent," Sona frowned, "Fun? Didn't you just say most people don't like doing it?"

"I said most people don't enjoy giving fellatio," I reminded her, "Cunnilingus is different. Fellatio is deep throating an overly ripe cucumber, cunnilingus is eating a ice cream cone. Or at least that's the best analogy I have heard."

Lara had plenty of experience with multiple types of oral sex. That was her analogy, and I agreed with the cunnilingus part. Thomas agreed with the whole statement, and I chose to accept the expert opinion of a succubus and incubus.

"I like performing oral on a woman," I continued, "and will happily do it for you, but also for myself."

Then I paused and considered it for a moment, "So yeah, I guess, it you really want to give me head, we can talk about it in the future. Maybe you'll be someone who enjoys it, and a real, natural talent. But not today. On the other hand, if you don't ever want to, I'm more than fine with that."

Sona looked at me thoughtfully. I wondered if some of my reminiscence had reflected on my face.

"I will think about that," she agreed, "Then, I have one more experiment, to round out our date."

She half-stood on the couch and turned around. She placed her butt on my chest, and then lowered herself. She dragged her ass, soft yet firm, down my chest, until she was both sitting on my lap, but also kneeling on the couch. Then she lifted up, just a bit, so she could press her thighs together. Trapping my erection between them, and her warm, damp, but still covered sex.

"Oh," I exhaled in a combination of understanding and rapture.

"Shall I continue, Harry?" she asked, moving slightly up my shaft, her voice oozing desire, "Or should we stop here?"

"Both," I said. I wrapped on arm around her waist to help steady her and then grabbed her breast from behind with the other.

"I'd say establishing the experimental parameters is over," I whispered in her ear, and then nibbled it again, "We have our limits. Now it is time to reproduce the results."

Then I thrust my hips up against her, make sure my glans rubbed her clit through her panties. Sona gasped in pleasure. Then she put her hand over my supporting hand, and pressed herself down against me.

A quick trip down memory lane later that night, and I realized I had never actually had intercrural sex before. I guess that means Sona took my virginity, after a fashion. But that was hours after the fact. In the moment, we both just lay there, bask in the glow of our matched orgasms. Sona kept her thighs pressed tight, trapping a pool of our mingled fluids in the triangle. Not that some didn't seep through onto me. Not that I cared. She dipped a finger in, and brought it up to her face. Her tongue darted out.

"Not delicious," she noted, "but not as bad as I was led to believe."

"Still, don't want my house to be a black-light nightmare," I commented sleepily, "So..."

I called up a cleaning mandala. And our mess was gone. Sona settled back against me, like a cushion. My partially deflated member was still resting between her legs. She was light and soft and warm, almost like a too small blanket. Her eyes were already closed. I wrapped my arms gently around her belly, and let myself drift.

It was a short nap, but the sound of Mister pawing at the door was what woke us up. What we had done, and the position we were in came to us. We separated in the flash. No penetration, and no risk of pregnancy, though the later was only thanks to magic. But we had definitely had sex by any reasonable definition. We stood there for a moment, looking at each other in a combination of desire and embarrassment. She was blushing again, and this time, so was I.

"Do you want me to?" I turned my head to the side, indicating my willingness to look away.

"I don't think we need to do that," Sona said, her eyes flickering to my waist. I tucked myself back into my boxers. Then we both quickly dressed, still admiring each other's body.

"I'm glad we did this," Sona said, "It was educational and quite pleasurable."

"Definitely."

"Let me know if you need help scheduling similar dates with Reya, Tsubasa, and my sister," she told me firmly, she finished buttoning her blouse, "Both in terms of find time, and in terms of awkwardness and nervousness."

"I think I can handle it," I said with more confidence than I felt.

We finished dressing in silence. After Sona pulled her second stocking on, I put her earring back in for her. I smoothed her blouse. She tucked in my shirt. And then I walked over to the entryway with her.

"Harry," Sona stopped and turned back to me after she she put her shoes on. She looked up at me with an almost tangible affection.

"I do not mean to trouble you," she said, "And I understand you are not ready to say it back. But I need to say this, for you and for myself... I love you."

She didn't say 'daisuki'. She said the much more intense 'aishiteru'. It was like the difference between saying 'I love you', and 'I absolutely adore you'. No possible confusion between storge, philia, and agape, this was a profession of eros, pure and simple.

I pulled her up and in, and kissed her intently.

"As you wish," I told her.