Anything you recognise isn't mine.
"Oh, fuck! Roxas, yes! Harder!" Mirajane moaned out, arching her back and clutching at the bedsheets she lay on, spread-eagled, while riding out the pleasure that came with her King's King fucking her. Rias' white-haired Queen let out another unintelligible groan of pleasure as Roxas reached forward and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them in his hands.
Mirajane's moans gradated to whimpers as Roxas pinched her nipples, and Rias (whose pussy was even more full of cum than Mira's) crawled over to her side.
"Told you that Roxas was amazing." she whispered, her hands gliding over Mira's breasts as well as squeezing them expertly, making the young woman's moans louder. Smirking, Rias leaned over and pressed her lips against her Queen's, silencing her moans and putting on an erotic show for Roxas to enjoy as he continued fucking Mira, to the point that even he couldn't hold back from letting out a stream of his hot load inside her waiting pussy.
Even through Rias' kiss, Mira's moans increased in volume as she herself climaxed, and then dampened down as she panted, recovering from such a harsh fuck-session.
"Hehe." Roxas chuckled as he pulled out of Rias' white-haired Queen and lay beside her (with Rias shifting herself to the other side of the bed in order to make room for her King). "Who knew that you'd kiss a girl with such enthusiasm, Rias?"
"Akeno's been teaching me some of the more... exotic, parts of sex." Rias replied, as she pulled herself closer to Roxas and cuddled him. "Things I know you'll love." she pressed her breasts up against Roxas' arm, and pressed her face in against his shoulder, delivering soft kisses to her King's collarbone.
In the two and a half weeks since Rias had joined his peerage, she sure had become devoted to pleasuring him, Roxas thought. Not that he minded at all.
"And I've been... practising, with her." Rias added. "So of course, I'm gonna be willing to kiss a girl with enthusiasm if I'm being taught by the most enthusiastically sexy woman I know."
"Speaking of things I love." Roxas replied, smirking. "How's about you give my cock a good cleaning?" he adjusted the bedsheets and lifted them off himself, showing off his large cock, glistening with a mixture of his cum, Rias' own pussy-juices and Mirajane's pussy-juices. "You might get some of my load to drink if you're lucky."
"Of course." Rias replied. "Anything to make you feel good, Roxas~"
The young redhead Devil shifted herself down the bed so she was between her King's legs, and after taking Roxas' throbbing member in her soft hands, she guided the tip into her mouth, and began licking all of the juices off Roxas' erection and gulping them down, while Mirajane smiled tiredly at Roxas.
"Well." she remarked. "Now that I've had a taste of it, I know why Rias talked non-stop about how amazing sex is with you, Roxas."
"She isn't the only one." Roxas replied, wrapping an arm around Mirajane and pulling her closer to him, while riding out the pleasure that came with Rias giving him some sweet slow-deep.
"True." Mirajane replied. "But still. You get what I mean."
"I do." Roxas replied, as Rias slowly increased the pace of her sucking him off. "You mean that you'll be coming after me for more sex, right?"
"Once I recover from… what we just did." Mirajane replied. "But yes." She took on a more lustful look as she adjusted her position next to Roxas. "I hope you're ready."
Roxas chuckled as Rias took her mouth off his cock, and swallowed the juices she'd collected.
"If you're implying that you're trying to come after my nephew in the bedroom as well, Mira." Rias spoke to her Queen. "Then you should know that I won't lose to you. Or anyone in my peerage if they come after Roxas."
"More like 'when'." Roxas replied. "I bet you one billion Souls that Kuroka will corrupt Koneko into trying to sleep with me at some point this holiday."
"Two billion." Rias challenged. "Also, Koneko's told me she wants to change her name back to Shirone. We might get it legally changed in the Underworld."
"Done." Roxas replied, grinning. "And good for her." Rias smiled in agreement as she returned to sucking Roxas off, and as Roxas hinted, she ended up receiving a hot load down her throat from Roxas for her trouble.
"Hmm, anyway." Roxas remarked as he sat up and stretched, covering his eyes from the Greek sun entering his bedroom window. "I'm going downstairs for some breakfast. You coming?"
"I'm okay." Rias replied. "I think I'm just gonna relax here for a little bit."
"Same here." Mirajane replied, lying back next to her King. Roxas shrugged.
"Suit yourselves." he replied. "And I'm holding you to that bet, Rias."
The silver-haired Nephalem dressed himself (while taking in the sweet sight of Rias and Mirajane relaxing on the bed, fully naked and with his cum leaking slowly out of them, while occasionally kissing and groping each other), and went downstairs, where several people, as usual, were sat around and relaxing in the kitchen, dining room and living room.
Palutena was sat in the dining room, talking with Asia, Xenovia and Kiba. Katerea, Zest (who had arrived a day or two after Rias and her peerage had settled into Roxas' house, something Roxas didn't mind at all. He certainly enjoyed the idea of having another maid other than Katerea around the house) and Kiyohime were all in the kitchen cooking and chatting to each other.
Kiyo looked up when Roxas entered, and smiled at the sight of her Master (who smiled back) as he went over to Palutena. When he kissed her, Kiyo's face shifted to a look of jealousy for a moment, before she was called by Zest to come and help her with something.
Palutena comically leaned away from Roxas as he approached her.
"Damn, Roxas. You stink hard." she remarked. "Of sweat, cum, Rias and Mirajane. I know three of those four things smell good on their own, but they're not good together. Especially on you."
Before Roxas could reply, Palutena summoned her staff and tapped Roxas on the head with it, triggering a soft blue light to envelop Roxas' body for a couple of seconds, and then dissipate. Palutena sniffed Roxas again, and smiled with satisfaction.
"There. Much better."
"Sorry, love." Roxas shrugged. "But at least that staff comes in real handy."
"It's come in even handier since you gave me a power source for it as a late gift for our 20th anniversary." Palutena replied, looking at the blue orb situated at the top of her staff fondly. "I can only imagine the look on Howard Stark's face when you nabbed it."
Roxas smirked.
"Same." he replied, before his smirk dropped. "Too bad he's dead. Shame too, he was a decent guy."
Roxas gave Palutena another kiss, and walked over to the living room, where he saw Valian, Akeno and Isane talking with each other.
"Morning, you three." Roxas remarked as he plopped down next to Akeno and playfully kissed her.
"Hey." Valian remarked. "You ready to head to the hospital to see Ingvild?"
"Oh yeah." Roxas replied. "Course I am."
"What?" Isane blinked, as she looked at Valian and Roxas. "I didn't hear about this."
"According to one of the doctors at the Sitri Medical Facility in Bitru," Akeno explained. "Ingvild's been asking about Valian and Roxas a lot; she wants to see them. Valian got a call about it around the same time Roxas came back with that cutie Dragon Familiar of his~"
"And Valian and I agreed to come to the hospital in three days time, which is now today." Roxas replied. "Which is what we're doing. Right Val?"
"Yup." Roxas' Queen replied as she adjusted her ponytail, and checked her phone. "I guess we should be heading off."
"Yeah." Roxas replied, standing up. Valian stood up with him, and the two of them left in a transportation-circle of Roxas' creation.
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Barely five minutes later, Roxas and Valian were walking down a corridor in the Sitri Chief Medical Facility, the sole hospital in the city of Bitru, the capital city of the Sitri Clan's territory, and the largest hospital in the Underworld. It was actually nearly twice as large as the largest hospital in the human world.
But Roxas wasn't focused on that. His eyes were focused on the very nice ass of the nurse that was leading them to Ingvild's room. Or rather, they were until Valian pinched his arm, snapping Roxas out of his momentary perversion, and into taking in what she was saying.
"We moved Ingvild to our specialised private unit when we confirmed that she was of Old Satan descent." the nurse explained. "First time in a while we've had to use this ward for anyone."
"Is she doing okay?" Valian asked, as the three of them stopped outside a large, ornate door that led, presumably, to where Ingvild was.
"She's healthy, yes." The nurse replied, turning around to look at Roxas and Valian. "In a physical sense. But she's... not feeling very good. Lord Wilbert said she'd come out from an extended period of brainwashing, and she's showing all the signs of major guilt over it."
"Would explain a lot." Roxas remarked, as the nurse knocked on the door, and entered. "Ingvild? The visitors you asked for are here."
After a moment, the nurse retreated, and gave Roxas and Valian the go-ahead to enter the room, which they did.
The first thing Roxas noticed when he entered the room was the large flat-screen TV hung up on the wall, opposite the bed that Ingvild was sat in, and that it was playing the Rating Game between Roxas, Sairaorg and Imogen. Specifically, the part that showed Roxas and Sairaorg about to battle each other.
Looking around the room that he, Valian and Ingvild were in, Roxas couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed about how extravegant the room looked, for a hospital unit. He didn't dislike the room, but the choices of furniture and curtains at the windows, just to name two examples, just seemed like the room was trying to look luxurious for luxury's sake, and nothing else.
Style over substance incarnate.
Roxas looked around at Ingvild, who was sat in a large bed, propped up on some pillows, dressed in a white hospital gown, her purple hair down, looking curiously (and slightly nervously) at Roxas and Valian, the latter of whom had pulled up a chair and was settling down in it, next to Ingvild's bed.
"Y-you came…" Ingvild spoke, her orange eyes looking from Roxas to Valian, as she switched off the TV with a remote on her bedside table.
"We came." Roxas replied, pulling up a chair of his own and sitting down next to Valian, while jerking his head at the TV. "Saw you watching our first Rating Game."
"Y-yeah." Ingvild replied, looking down. "I saw you at wh-where..." she took a breath, and continued speaking. "Where I woke up, and the nurse who you were with just now brought me a DVD of that Rating Game when I mentioned you were there."
"I see." Valian chuckled. "Very flattering. But what do you mean by 'woke up'?"
"Well, when that big Incubus- Wilbert, I think his name was –brought me here, he mentioned that I'd been under some... brainwashing." Ingvild replied. Roxas noticed that she seemed to have some difficulty saying the word. "When I... came out from under that, I felt like I was waking up from sleeping. One of the doctors told me that that's what coming out of b-brainwashing feels like."
"Okay..." Valian replied. "Forgive me for asking, but are you... feeling alright?"
At the question, Ingvild looked down at her hands, as she clutched the blanket she was sat with. Roxas noticed that her eyes were becoming slightly watery.
"I'm terrified." she blurted out after a moment's silence. "I have no idea what I did under... you know, and I know the Old Satan Faction are bad people! They could've made me hurt people, innocent people, or even... even...!" Evidently, Ingvild couldn't hold in her emotions, and put her head in her hands, beginning to cry.
"I don't even know how long I was brainwashed for!" Ingvild sobbed, her tears falling onto her blanket, which she used to wipe her eyes. "I could've done so much horrible stuff while-" the purple-haired Leviathan descendent let out a small gasp as Valian got up from her seat, leaned over Ingvild, and wrapped her arms around her.
Ingvild looked so shocked that she immediately stopped crying. The tears just ran down her face as Valian hugged her.
"Listen to me, Ingvild." Valian spoke softly to the Leviathan descendent. "Don't focus on what you might or might not have done while under the brainwashing influence of some cunt Old Satan Faction leader. Just focus on one thing and one thing only: That wasn't you."
"Huh?" Ingvild blinked. Valian continued.
"You were being controlled. That's what brainwashing is." Valian spoke, as she looked calmly, but unblinkingly, into Ingvild's eyes. "What you might have done? Or might not have done? Right up to fighting Wilbert until he snapped you out of it? That was the will of whoever the hell put you into that brainwashing trance. Not you. From what I can tell, you're a kind, sweet person who wouldn't hurt anything. Understand me?"
"I- yes." Ingvild replied, nervously. "It... it wasn't me."
"Good. Progress already." Valian replied. "Hey. I've got an idea." she added, standing up. "I'll be right back." She disappeared through a transportation-circle for a moment or two, before she returned, with a plush toy of a white Dragon with golden spines on its back in her hand.
Ingvild immediately looked at the plushie with interest, and Roxas smiled to himself, without Ingvild seeing.
He'd given Valian that very same plushie for her 15th birthday as a gift, and she loved it so much that she'd almost broken down crying at that very moment. And just over four years on, she was giving it to Ingvild.
A cute gesture, Roxas thought.
"You know, Ingvild?" Valian spoke to Ingvild, as she knelt down so she was on a level with her. "Someone really special to me, more special than anyone could really know, gave this to me some time ago, at a really important point in my life. They told me to look at this plushie, and let it be a reminder of how far I've come, not just on the outside, in terms of power, but on the inside as well."
Roxas smile increased by a minute amount. He remembered saying those words to Valian, almost exactly as his Queen had recited them. Valian held the plushie up, and placed it on the bed next to Ingvild.
"I want you to have it." Valian replied. "And while you're still here, while you're still coming to terms with your fear, your potential guilt, just look at this and remember... that it wasn't you. You weren't in control. It wasn't your fault. You're a good person." She pushed the plushie towards Ingvild. "Will you do that for me?"
"I will!" Ingvild smiled, scooping up the plushie and hugging it tightly to her chest (which was very large, now that Roxas got a good look at it. Slightly bigger than Valian's, he'd wager). "Thank you so much, Valian!"
"No problem." Valian replied, sitting back down. "And once you're out of here, and with people who care about you, you can remember how far you've come, since I gave you that plushie."
Ingvild then proceeded to lean over and hug Valian, and Roxas' Queen was all too happy to hug back. Roxas smiled at the sight of Valian managing to cheer Ingvild up, and pulled his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated, signalling a call.
One look at the caller ID, and Roxas was up on his feet.
"I'm gonna step out for a minute." he remarked to Valian and Ingvild. "Work stuff."
Valian nodded, and gave Roxas the thumbs-up, as Roxas stepped out of the unit, and answered the call.
"Hey, Kirnk. What's up?"
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Idly brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face, Roxas came onto the landing of the top floor of the apartment complex that Imogen had told him she lived at. It was in the most high-class and rich (on average) neighbourhoods in the whole of New York City, and Roxas had to admit that, despite not being the type of person who'd enjoy the city life, he suspected that if he lived in a place like this, he would probably be able to get used to it.
Getting to the door of Imogen's penthouse home, he knocked on the door, and waited.
It was about a minute before the door opened, and he was greeted by the sight of Imogen Belial standing in the doorway, in a position that he hadn't seen her in before.
Her hair was damp, and she was holding a towel to it as she looked Roxas up and down. The Belial Heiress had a black tank top on, and no red leather jacket. However, she sported a pair of red leather trousers, which Roxas guessed she had put on rather hastily, given that the fly in her pants wasn't done up, and he could see her black underwear when his eyes made the inevitable trip past Imogen's impressive bust and down at her crotch.
"Hey." Imogen greeted Roxas, a smile on her face. "Glad you could come."
"I'm glad I'm here." Roxas replied. "But is it a bad time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Imogen's current appearance.
"Nah." The ebony-haired Belial Heiress replied, pulling the towel off her with a flourish and throwing it away. "Just jumped out of the shower. Barely had the time to pull my pants on when you knocked on the door."
"Fair enough." Roxas replied. "Though I'm surprised you'd care enough to do something so trivial."
"Not all of us are the grandchildren of the Queen of the Sex Demons." Imogen retorted, a smirk on her visage. "Someone who cared so little about clothing that she was rumoured to have showed up to a gathering stark-ass naked when she didn't have the time to put on a dress."
"I'll have to ask her if that's true or not." Roxas replied, as Imogen allowed him in.
Imogen's abode was a really nice-looking place. All the rooms, the living room, the kitchen and what looked like a home bar, seemed to be connected to each other without any doors (there was only one door in the whole area, which Roxas suspected led to Imogen's bedroom), which (helped along by the fact that the whole apartment looked relatively tidy) contributed to how large the apartment really was, in Roxas' opinion.
The only thing that looked remotely out of place throughout the whole scene was a pair of open, empty boxes of what Roxas guessed was some kind of fast food, situated on a coffee-table that sat in front of a large TV (which, like in Alice's penthouse, was a TV that Roxas' own tech company had manufactured, Roxas saw the company's logo at the bottom of the TV), which was broadcasting a news feed regarding the rebuilding of the city of Novi Grad, the capital city of Sokovia.
"Had a bit of a party last night?" Roxas asked of Imogen, gesturing to the boxes.
"Kinda." Imogen replied. "Cana came over a couple of nights ago and we just chilled and watched a few movies together. Fun stuff." she snapped her fingers at the two boxes, and they burst into black flame, and it only took five or so seconds before the boxes were gone, with not even ashes remaining.
"Sounds fun." Roxas replied, before looking up at the TV, as did Imogen.
"Yeah, it was." she replied, before blinking. "You heard about this whole Sokovia thing?"
"I did, a couple of days ago." Roxas replied. "At least it was a bunch of robots they're kicking the shit out of, rather than me."
"Wait, what?" Imogen looked at Roxas, as the turned off the TV and walked over to the large fridge in the kitchen, opened it and pulled out a soda can. She then opened it, and didn't react when a small bit of it bubbled onto her hand. "You've fought the Avengers?"
"Well, when there were six of them." Roxas replied. "As I understand it, there's rather more than six now. Or rather, more than six that can be considered affiliated with that title."
"Oh yeah, I had someone who mentioned those guys knocking on my door a couple of weeks ago." Imogen remarked, as she took a gulp of her soda. "Wanda, I think her name was?" The Devil/Dragon Hybrid shrugged. "Anyway. I want to hear about one of the three people who've ever beaten me in a Rating Game fighting Earth's City-Destroying Heroes."
"Gladly." Roxas replied, as he and Imogen sat down, and he began to tell his tale of how he'd fought Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, a descendent of the Strongest Norse God, and a pair of weak spies.
By the end of it, Imogen had a look of childlike wonder on her face (which made sense, as going by their respective ages, Imogen was a child in comparison to Roxas), combined with a look of amusement.
"Did you really have to turn Hawkeye into a goddamn Skyrim joke?" she asked, before adding. "And I heard through Wanda that Black Widow, whose real name is Natalia, or Natasha, Romanoff, by the way, had to have her pelvis remade."
Roxas sniggered.
"Her fault that she tried to arrest me." he replied. "What's that Wanda person like?"
"Eh, she's nice enough." Imogen replied, taking another gulp of her drink. "Seemed a little self-doubting, though." Roxas looked at Imogen with curiosity, and she elected to elaborate. "Just one of those things that you could tell when you looked at someone, you know?"
"I see." Roxas replied, adjusting his position on the chair. "Anyway. What do you wanna do today, now that I'm here?"
"I dunno." Imogen replied. "Pizza?"
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And that was just what Roxas and Imogen (who was now wearing her trademark jacket) did.
Within an hour, the two Devil Hybrids were sat on a bench, munching on some shared pizza, with neither of them doing anything but enjoying the other's company. Well, that and sharing Imogen's headphones as the Rolling Stones played through her phone.
As Roxas finished his slice of pizza and reached for another within seconds of the best food ever created sliding down his throat, he spoke up.
"Imogen?"
"Hmm?" Imogen hummed as she took a large bite out of her pizza.
"Why did you ask me out?" Roxas asked. Imogen took an intake of breath at the question as she looked back at Roxas.
"Why'd you ask?" The Belial Heiress replied. "I just wanted to hang out, is all."
"Oh, really?" Roxas raised his eyebrows, staring at Imogen for a second. "Okay."
"What, do you not believe me?" Imogen stared back, her voice becoming slightly sharper.
"Not in the slightest." Roxas replied, bluntly, before chuckling. "Forgive me, but I'm not sure that you'd..." he began counting on his hands. "Get nervous about asking me on this date, calling it a date, celebrated like you'd gotten a new game for your birthday when I accepted your offer for the date, given me your number, and-"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Imogen cut across Roxas, defensively. "I had something else in mind when I asked you out!"
"I thought so." Roxas replied. "So what was that something else you had in mind? Sex, right?"
Imogen's face went pink as Roxas mentioned sex.
"Well, not exactly." she replied. "It was more to do with… me. My Dragon side."
"Ahh." Roxas replied. "Something tells me this should be a more private discussion."
"It's New York City, Roxas." Imogen replied. "No-one's gonna listen to something we're saying."
"True." Roxas replied. "Well, what about your Dragon-side?"
"Well, ever since the Rating Game we had," Imogen began. "Since I lost, I'd begun having... visions, and dreams, about you. Sometimes of the lewd variety."
Roxas snorted, and Imogen continued.
"Vritra then told me that this was a sign of my Dragon side submitting to you, since you'd bested me in combat." Imogen replied. "And when that happens, the most likely thing that happens is that the Dragon who lost the battle ends up choosing the being the bested them as a mate."
"Ahh, I got you." Roxas nodded, as he stood up, and threw the pizza box (which was now empty, given that he and Imogen had been eating while talking) into the nearest bin. Imogen stood up as well, and the two of them began walking.
"And I thought..." Imogen looked down, then up at Roxas. "That asking you out would be a good way to... break it to you?"
Roxas nodded in understanding.
"That makes sense." he replied. "That's smart. You're smart. I like you."
"You've said that to me once already." Imogen giggled.
"I know." Roxas replied. "Just thought I'd reiterate."
"Fair enough." Imogen shrugged, before looking back at Roxas. "You seem... pretty calm about the fact that I'm basically destined to be sleeping with you."
"Eh, when you've slept with about 400 women, it kinda comes to you naturally." Roxas replied, looking amused at Imogen's taken-aback look. "Okay, that number's a bit of an exaggeration. And most of them were one-night stands, anyway."
"At least you'll know what you're doing when we get to the bedroom." Imogen replied.
"And don't I know it." Roxas calmly retorted. "But in all seriousness, I've dealt with a similar situation to the one you're in now. With Valian. But it was more subtle than with you."
"Elaborate?" Imogen blinked with curiosity.
"Gladly." Roxas replied. "It started like your situation did, with me beating Valian in a fight. It was just a sparring session, nothing major, but I'd ended up knocking Valian clean out. One of those clean 'one hit, drops like a tone of bricks' knock-outs."
Imogen giggled, and Roxas continued.
"Then about a month later, I remember her asking me when I was going to come back to the Grigori, since I'd just started hanging out with Penemue at the time."
"Azazel's oldest daughter?" Imogen asked.
"And head of the porn company I own, yeah." Roxas replied. "But anyway, Valian asked me if I was going to come back to the Grigori again, I said I would, then I did. After that, instead of her wanting me to come visit her, it was her coming to visit me every week or so. Then it was every day or so. And then it came to the point that she was sneaking into my bed while I was asleep, and..." he gave a short exhale through his nose. "I think you can guess what happened next."
"Yup." Imogen replied. "Sex."
"Lots of it." Roxas replied. "And now, you know where we're at now. She lives with me permanently and only really leaves for summons, fighting the occasional Stray Devil, or going on missions for the Grigori."
"Makes sense." Imogen replied. "How long did this take place over?"
"About a year." Roxas replied. "I guess it's because she's got a Dragon Sacred Gear as opposed to being directly part-Drag- oof!"
Roxas looked down as something small bumped into him, and saw a familiar head of blonde hair and ponytail. He recognised the person still further when she looked up at him with her golden eyes, though Imogen was the first to speak.
"Kunou?"
"Hello, Imogen!" Kunou greeted the Belial Heiress cheerfully as she let go of Roxas and bowed her head to him. "Hello, Roxas."
"Hey, Kunou." Roxas rubbed the young kitsune's hair. "Surprising to see you here."
"Where's your mom?" Imogen asked. Kunou simply turned around and pointed down the street, which, when Roxas and Imogen looked, Yasaka and someone else were walking towards them.
The woman with Yasaka was a fair-skinned young woman that looked to be a year or two younger than Imogen. She had amber eyes and long, wavy black hair. She wore a black buttoned vest with coattails and a single silver button on the front. Underneath this was a white, sleeveless, high-necked crop undershirt and white shorts with a zipper on the front of each leg, emblazoned with the YKK logo.
She also wore black low-heeled boots and full stockings with a colour gradation of black to purple at her ankles. On her left arm was a dethatched sleeve with a silver cuff around her bicep, and black ribbons were wrapped around both forearms. A small, loose scarf was wrapped around her neck. She had a book in her hand, and when Yasaka stopped close to Roxas, she opened the book and began reading it.
"Well, hello Roxas." Yasaka greeted Roxas, reaching out and gently touching Roxas' face. "It's nice to see you in a situation that isn't, well... I won't say, given that Kunou is here." she finished, looking fondly down at her daughter.
"Fair enough." Roxas replied. "And it's more surprising than anything to see you here. In one of the largest cities in the world. What are the odds, huh?"
Yasaka laughed.
"Yes, it is rather surprising to see you here." Yasaka replied, smiling at Roxas before looking at Imogen and inclining her head. "It's nice to see you here as well, Imogen. You here on a date with Roxas?"
"Yeah." Imogen replied, shoving her hands in the pockets of the jacket she was wearing. Yasaka licked her lips.
"Lucky you. Roxas is a lovely person. In more than one way~" she added, slyly winking at Roxas, who didn't react, until he spoke up again.
"Speaking of you, I heard you lose your power if you're away from Kyoto." Roxas replied. "So...?"
"Oh, I'll be fine if I'm out of the city for only a short time." Yasaka replied. "A full day at most. And since I only arrived here with Kunou and Blake here only an hour or so ago for a bit of sightseeing, I'll be just fine."
She then leaned forward and pressed her lips against Roxas' neck in a short, yet tender, kiss.
"I hope we can spend some quality time together, Roxas." she whispered, before leaning in closer to his ear, and licking it. "My mate~" she added, quiet as a breath, before pulling back and walking away, with Kunou and Blake (who was still reading her book) following her.
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"So, Azazel comes up to me, wearing the tightest fucking jeans I've ever seen," Roxas chuckled, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand while sat at Imogen's home bar. Imogen was behind the counter, pouring a drink for herself. "Dude's got nice legs, let me tell you."
Imogen laughed as she took a drink from her own glass. Roxas had just gotten into a story about how he and Azazel had gotten into a dare contest while Roxas was dating Penemue.
"And he says 'Roxas, I'm gonna go to that gay bar like you dared me, but I've got a dare for you in return. The biggest dare I've ever given you'." He took a gulp. "He says 'I dare you to sneak onto Themyscira, seduce an Amazon, have sex with them, then come back with their underwear. If you can do that, you've got the balls to take Penemue as one of your wives'."
"Did you do it?" Imogen asked, momentarily stifling a burp.
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "That night. Within the month, me and Penemue were married. Worth nearly getting caught and castrated."
"That's hilarious." Imogen smiled as she took a gulp from her drink. "You fucking madman." She then leant forward on the counter. "So, what was the Amazon you slept with like? Was it that Diana girl I've heard about?"
"Hell no." Roxas replied. "Definitely not. I know she's a hot piece of ass but- you know-"
"Feminist?" Imogen raised an eyebrow in understanding.
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "At least Azazel challenged me to fuck an Amazon, not put up with their spouted shit." He downed the rest of his drink, gulped it down, and burped. "Excuse me."
Imogen just laughed.
"It's fine." she assured Roxas, as she vaulted over the counter and sat next to the silver-haired Nephalem. "Though Azazel does have a point. If you've got the balls to sneak onto an island full of warrior women who are basically black widow spiders in warrior-woman form, seduce one of their own, fuck them- how was the sex, by the way?"
"Pretty good." Roxas replied. "Helps that the Amazon in question I slept with was at the very least an 8. Maybe an 8.5. You're a 9 by the way."
"Cool." Imogen replied, blushing for a moment. "Anyway, if you've got the balls to do all that, escape, and live to tell the tale, then you've got the balls for, well..." She smirked, looking directly into Roxas' red eyes with her own grey ones. "Anything, probably."
"Yeah." Roxas replied. He and Imogen stood up, off their respective seats, and leant towards each other. Their lips were centimetres away from locking with each other, but before that could happen, there was a knock at the door.
"Fuck." Imogen breathed. She stepped away from Roxas (who smelt both alcohol and vanilla on her breath) and walked towards the door. After adjusting herself slightly, she pulled the door open. "Oh, hey Wanda. Didn't think you'd be coming tonight."
Imogen stepped aside, and Roxas saw the aforementioned Wanda stepping into the room. Wanda was a pale-skinned, brown-haired woman with aqua-green eyes, looking to be in her early-to-mid-twenties, and looked to be of Eastern European complexion. She wore a red leather jacket, very similar to Imogen's, that went down to just below her knees, a black and red corset top that was slightly unzipped at the top, a pair of black leather pants, similar to Imogen's, and a pair of black leather boots that went up to her knees.
She immediately saw Roxas standing where Imogen had left him, and in an instant, her eyes widened and her whole body seemed to tense up. Roxas was unmoved, while instantly thinking that she must have been told about him from the other Avengers.
Imogen looked between Roxas and Wanda, and Roxas could tell that she was thinking along the same lines as him. She stepped forward and opened her mouth, but Wanda spoke first, with an Eastern European accent.
"Imogen, what is... he, doing here?"
"Who, me?" Roxas asked, faking innocence and mockingly pointing to himself.
"Roxas and I are on a date." Imogen replied, her eyes meeting Wanda's. "I know you've been told about his fight with the original six Avengers, but don't try and do anything rash, Wanda. Least of all in my house." A dark aura began to surround Imogen as her stare hardened, and Wanda relaxed, seeming to back down. As she did, Imogen did as well.
"Just out of curiosity," Roxas remarked, as he sat down on the stool he was sat on minutes earlier, before pointing at Wanda. "Wanda, right?"
"Yes." Wanda replied.
"'Kay." Roxas replied. "Anyway, just out of curiosity, what were you told about my altercation with the Avengers? And who told you?"
"Natasha told me what happened." Wanda replied. "She told me that you were offered a place in the Avengers after you fought the Norse God of Mischief-"
'So, she knows the supernatural is a thing.' Roxas thought. 'Good to know.'
"And you attacked them for it." Wanda continued. "Wrecking Clint's knee, shattering Steve's arm and destroying Natasha's pelvis to the point that she had to summon a Devil to come and heal her. She got the job done, no problem, but according to Natasha, she was... weird."
"Alright." Roxas replied. "Was that all she told you?"
"Yes." Wanda replied.
"Well, that's not entirely true." Roxas replied. "Tony Stark was the one who started the fight. I attacked back, sending him fucking flying, by the way, which was what caused the other five Avengers to attack me, causing the fight. She ever mention that?"
"N-no." Wanda replied, though she inwardly thought that she'd like to have seen Roxas attacking Tony Stark to the point that he sent him flying.
"And speaking of Natasha," Roxas continued. "After I got into a one-on-one scrap with the big green guy, she tried to arrest me. She ever mention that either?"
"No." Wanda replied, looking down. "She didn't mention that either."
"Well, that's what happened." Roxas replied. "And as far as I know, Natasha's the only one who has a grudge from what happened. According to Steve, at least."
"I... I see." Wanda replied, making a mental note to ask Steve about that when she got back to the New Avengers Facility.
"Want something to drink, Wanda?" Imogen asked. "Since you've come all this way to see me. And Roxas."
"Yes, that would be nice." Wanda replied.
It was about half an hour that Wanda stayed, drinking for a bit and talking with Imogen and Roxas, but when she decided that now was the time to leave, the young Maximoff found herself with a better opinion of Roxas than she came into Imogen's apartment with.
The second she closed the door, and her footsteps faded away, Imogen turned back to Roxas. She walked towards him, shedding her jacket and lazily tossing it into a corner, downing the rest of her drink, and looking at him.
"So, Roxas." Imogen remarked, leaning in close to the silver Gremory, and licking her lips. "Where were we?"
"I think we were about here." Roxas replied, as the two Devil hybrids pressed their lips against each other's, and closed their eyes in unison as they melted into each other.
And that's the 26th chapter of Nephalem of Gremory! Mirajane now got a taste of why Roxas is so great in bed, we've had a cute scene between Valian and Ingvild (who may or may not become a major player in the future), and Roxas and Imogen's long-awaited date. I know she's one of my more popular OCs, so most of you will (hopefully) be happy with seeing her again. Also Yasaka, Kunou and Blake (from RWBY. She'll be showing up again when we inevitably end up in Kyoto) are here too.
And Roxas, the madman, actually slept with a fucking Amazon warrior. I know some people will be wondering whether or not it was Diana Prince (aka Wonder Woman) that Roxas slept with despite Roxas himself saying that it wasn't Diana that he slept with, but let me reiterate that Roxas did not sleep with Diana. She won't be in his harem. He's already got a half-Greek Goddess for a wife, and let's not forget Aphrodite eyeing him up whenever the mood strikes her.
And Wanda Maximoff (who's probably in my Top 5 favourite MCU characters, along with (in no particular order) Thanos, Dr. Strange, Tony and Gamora) is here too. She may or may not become Imogen's Pact Magician in the future.
Anything else I should say? Oh yeah. Captain Marvel sucks. Don't see it.
Anyway, what did you think of this new chapter? Please, review and let me know, because I really do love hearing feedback. If you fancy letting me know about some possible ideas you might have for later in the story, just let me know in a review or PM (or talk to me on Discord (my name for it is on my profile)), as I really enjoy talking to readers!
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Next Time: Lemon Guaranteed, A Meeting
Preview of Next Chapter:
"Well, I don't think what I have to report could be worse than a bunch of supernatural Nazis mobilizing for war," Wukong stated. "But..." he sighed. "Cao Cao's gone rouge."
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