Recuperation and Consummation

by Apex85

After much harrowing effort they succeeded in ending the war. Sadly, ending it so soon didn't make the clean up any easier. After weeks of non-stop work in the post-war restorations, the young heiress Alisa Reinford finally had time to relax, with a certain Instructor deciding to pay her a surprise visit so both can relax. LEMON ONE-SHOT FOR ADULTS ONLY. SPOILERS FOR CS4.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Trails of Cold Steel, along with the entire Legend of Heroes franchise and their plots and characters are property of Falcom, NISA America and XSEED.

Greetings all, this is Apex85 here with another Cold Steel Lemon. This time featuring Rean x Alisa.

This takes place some time after CS4, where after helping end the war the two finally get a moment alone together after dealing with all the stress from the war itself and the cleanup.

Won't deny that like others, I wasn't too crazy about Alisa at first considering the boob and slap incident of her first appearance and got annoyed by her being constantly billed as THE canon girl which defeats the whole purpose of having the option to choose in the first place. But over time I warmed up to her and consider her a fully valid choice and probably will defend her in case anyone shit talks her.

Narration: Nice

Spoken words: "Beautiful"

In-universe text: [See you later]

Thoughts and emphasis: It's been far too long

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(RF Building, Roer, Nortia Province, Erebonian Empire, mid-September 1206)

"And that should be the last point to this. With that, this meeting is now adjourned." Stated the voice of a young woman.

A round of applause came at the end of the presentation as the speaker herself stepped out of the room with a slight sigh.

She was a beautiful young woman with long waist-length golden hair, long and straight save for a side-tail on her left side made by a blue scrunchy with a feather design, a beautiful round face with bright scarlet red eyes while her ears were adorned by simple triangular ear rings. She was of average height dressed in a black and white corset dress with a golden zipper at the middle along with a red belt wrapped around her abdomen, which showed a fair amount of her cleavage, making it clear she was well-endowed, with a white jacket over it that ended at her midriff. She wore a white miniskirt that reached her thighs and her long legs were adorned with thigh-high white boots with heels. Her right hand came over her mouth to cover a slight yawn of exhaustion.

"Exhausted milady?" a soft voice came from the side as the blonde stepped into the hallway, coming from the lips of a slightly older woman clad in a burgundy maid uniform with a brown corset, short purple hair and green eyes. With a gentle yet mischeivous smile, the maid offered a thermos of coffee to her blonde charge.

"Like you wouldn't believe," The blonde exhaled as she took the offered thermos. With a practiced motion only possible to those who have experienced long work hours, she removed the cap and took a cup of it, thanking the Goddess that it wasn't too hot as to burn her mouth. Taking an appreciative sigh at the warm coffee down her throat. "Thanks, I needed that," she then quirked an eyebrow at the maid's direction. "This tastes familiar. Is it that Macchiato recipe from that cafe we went to in Crossbell?"

"Yes." The maid cheerfully replied. "I remembered that you were fond of it during our trip to Crossbell so I took it upon myself to recreate it, thankfully master Rean's young student Altina had managed to acquire it and even offered some possible tips for the taste."

"You're always full of surprises Sharon."

"I live to serve, Lady Alisa." The maid smiled. "I believe that was the last meeting for the day correct?"

"Yeah, finally." Alisa Reinford stated in relief. "There's still a ways to go, but this should hopefully make things somewhat easier down the line..." The Reinford heiress trailed off.

"Still it is exceptional progress in just a few weeks." Sharon replied.

Alisa nodded reluctantly at that. Barely over a fortnight ago, the Empire had nearly dragged the entire continent into a bloody world war headed by the Curse. Miraculously, she, the rest of Class VII, New and Old, along with the rest of the Radiant Wings had just barely managed to end the Rivalry of the Seven and halt the War after a single day, but that wasn't the end of it.

Though the war didn't last more than a day, there were still plenty of casualties from both sides, and even with the fact that Osborne had presented it so that the war would be blamed from his machinations, the rest of the continent were still furious with the Empire and demanded reparations. Were it not for the fact that so many of the other nation's leaders had become aware of some of the reasoning thanks to Musse's Mille Mirage, it would have gone much worse.

Sadly, even with the Curse gone, the Empire's problems didn't end with it. While a majority of the populace only became willing to go through with the war due to the Curse's influence, there was a vocal minority who pressed to continue the war even without the Curse's influence despite Osborne's death and the Emperor himself ordering an end to hostilities and for the troops to be pulled back. A sizeable amount decided to continue the occupation of Crossbell despite orders to withdraw and from what Alisa had heard from her contact with Elie and the others in the SSS, they weren't planning on leaving unless forced.

That didn't go into the mess back home. Due to the National Mobilization Law forcing all economic industries towards arming for the war and the nationwide draft, as well as the demanded reparations by Calvard and the other nations, the economy had taken a hit. Having been responsible for the development of most of the Empire's weapons for the war, her family's company, Reinford Group, had a hand in it as well, to say nothing of her father-no, not him, he was the Ebon Knight's puppet-being used as the unwilling head of the Black Workshop, Alisa of course was dead set on fixing her family's mistake.

Thus, once the Final Rivalry was concluded, at great cost-and a barely avoided sacrifice-, and the Radiant Wings had their own celebration, Alisa immediately returned to Roer to take her role as General Manager to their her part in help getting the country, and her family's legacy, back on their feet, the other members of their group also having done similar after going their own ways. That immediately lead to weeks of consecutive board meetings, press conferences, financial negotiations, auditing of any other missed connections to the Black Workshop, cracking down on any other possible cases misuse of company funds, tracking down and recalling any further military orders for weapons such as the Zauber Soldats, and mountains of paperwork with little room for rest in between.

Thankfully, the previous meeting she had just walked out of would be the last for the day and she had the following day off to give her a chance to relax and unwind so she wouldn't burn out.

I wonder if the others have been as busy as I have. In-between the many calls and meetings, Alisa hadn't had many opportunities to say more than a few words with some of her comrades. She knew already that Jusis as the now de-facto Duke of the Kreuzen Province with Rufus' arrest as well as Musse as Duchess of Lamarre would be the busiest along with the Imperial family, the Cayenne Duchess having also been put on a temporary leave of absence from the Branch Campus so she could pull her weight in the negotiations and restoration efforts, as well as keeping the more underhanded nobleman who wanted to try and carry out her foolish uncle's old will now that the Blood and Iron Chancellor was gone.

Machias would no doubt be bogged down with his work in the Inspectorate to identify whatever other abuses of power lead to the Draft. While he wasn't exceptionally high in the Inspectorate hierarchy, Alisa had no doubt he would try to go through how many cases as he could, even at the cost of rest even if it meant he ended up having more caffeine than blood in his vein(something the Reinford Heiress is having an experience in) than record his findings to try and make a stand call to induct new policies in the government to try and and prevent a repeat.

Gaius was no doubt reporting back to Arteria after keeping an eye on Nord to ensure his family and tribesmen weren't too badly effected by the war, and Fie and Sara were busy doing tasks for the Guild to try and restore the citizen's state of mind as well as assist anyone else impacted by the War until the Imperial Guild Branch can hopefully get back on its feet. Elliot booked a few concerts to liven people up with his music. Emma was still looking over the Spirit Veins along with her grandmother to ensure there wouldn't be anymore demons or Cryptids showing up, which only left-

"My lady" Alisa blinked as her maid's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Are you alright?" Sharon queried.

"It's fine," Alisa replied, as she shook her head. "Just lost in thought. Must be getting tired."

"Understandable." Sharon responded. "Perhaps I should get you something to eat?"

"No." The heiress shook her head with a yawn. "I think I'm going to head back and rest a little bit." Alisa trailed off as she headed towards the elevator and pressed the key.

"As you wish." Sharon stated as she bowed to her lady. "Please call if you had need of anything else."

Alisa nodded before entering the elevator and hitting the key to take her to the penthouse. The steel doors then closed with a slight jingle as the Reinford Heiress headed to her home to get some much needed rest.

After several moments after the elevator had shut to take her lady to her room, Sharon then brought her ARCUS out of her pocket and dialed a number. After a few seconds, she heard her designated target picking it up to reply.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Master Rean, thank you for picking up. Forgive me, but I have a favor to ask..."

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(Hours later, RF Building, Reinford family penthouse)

Hours later, a pair of ruby eyes fluttered open as Alisa woke up from her nap. With a yawn the young businesswoman rose to a seating position from her bed. In her exhaustion, she had only been able to remove her coat, belt and boots before flopping onto her bed before falling into slumber. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Alisa peered out the window and saw it was already night.

"How long was I asleep?", the young businesswoman asked as her hand groped to the nightstand next to her bed and grabbed her ARCUS. Bringing it up to her face, she checked the time and saw it read 20:53 PM. "It was about a quarter after six when I came in, so a little under three hours then. Guess having some rest is good, but not sure what this will do to my sleep cycle." Shaking her head, Alisa extricated herself from the bed and went up to close her curtains before heading to the bathroom built into her quarters.

Stripping off her clothing and removing her accessories before placing them on a nearby chair, Alisa's nude body was exposed. Stopping for a moment, she looked at her reflection at a mirror in a vanity. She was not a particularly vain person to admire her own image, but felt the need to look at herself to see her health and pallor.

She was a beautiful young woman, she had been told so by numerous people from her employees, to classmates to even a certain former Awakener. Her long golden blonde hair and striking ruby eyes to her fit and voluptuous figure had drawn many eyes to her, though humble she won't deny she was glad to be pretty.

Still, nothing was perfect and she wanted to inspect herself. Leaning close to the mirror, she placed her hand towards her face. Her hair was somewhat messy from her recent bedrest, and she closely inspected her eyes. As a result of the near-consecutive myriad of business meetings and conferences she has had to attend the past few weeks since the war's end, Alisa had not had much chance for sleep. She had tried to squeeze in some proper periods and breaks for rest with Sharon's assistance, but had still developed a few bags under her eyes from the lack of rest that she had taken to hiding with makeup(and thankfully managed to remove before flopping onto her bed and possibly staining the sheets) during the day. The recent nap alleviated them somewhat, but they'd still likely be noticeable to anyone who stood directly in front of her and it would take until she was back to a more normal and healthy routine to be rid of them entirely. Probably won't come anytime soon.

Turning her gaze away from her face she turned her start at her stomach and arms. She brought her left fingers to her right bicep to check on her muscles, while her right hand went and clasped along her stomach and waist.

"Hope I haven't let myself go too bad." the Reinford heiress stated in the all too familiar worry of women everywhere. Her position as General Manager had already kept her busy and already took some time away from her from exercise and training. Though not to the same competitive lengths as her friend Laura Arseid, Alisa had come to take some pride in her combat abilities after all the good she managed to do with them, even if she was aware and resigned that she'd likely not be the strongest in her Class, that currently seeming to be a tie between the Arseid heiress, their own Gaius who has become a Dominion or their leader who has attained the title of Divine Blade. As a result she always made sure to keep some time open in the day for her to get some training and exercise in to make sure her combat skills wouldn't diminish to badly, which also helped with relieving any possible stress she may have felt from work. The fact that it was a good way to maintain her figure was a decent bonus. The last few weeks had left her with not much time for that as she might have liked though, and she started to worry. No noticeable change in her muscle tone or size yet, though she would make a mental note to make sure to get more time in as soon as possible.

Shaking her head at the thought, Alisa she grabbed a towel from her dresser and went to the bathroom. After answering nature's call, she went to the shower to wash up.

"Aghh, that feels nice." The blonde heiress sighed in relief as she felt the hot stream of water splash against her body, seeming to wash away the fatigue with every drop of water that assailed her skin. Muscles sore from spending hours at paperwork and meetings were soothed by the hot water, as the steam helped cleanse her skin and pores. Slowly, Alisa grabbed a bottle of shampoo and slathered into onto her hair, massaging her scalp to ensure the shampoo worked properly, letting out a joyous breath. "Just what the doctor ordered~" Alisa stated in bliss. A warm shower was a true luxury after a long exhausting day at work.

After a few minutes of scrubbing her hair with the shampoo and massaging her scalp, Alisa felt that her hair was satisfactorily cleaned, and reached for a bottle of body wash. Squeezing the substance out of the bottle, she then lathered it along her body, the cool sensation on her skin making her let out a slight blissful sigh as she spread the bodywash across her voluptuous frame, from her bountiful chest, to her flat stomach, all the way across her limbs she made sure her entire body would be cleaned.

"This feels nice, feeling better already." The young manager sighed, as she stood in place, letting the warm heat wash over her, wiping the suds off her frame, a relaxing warmth permeating across her body as the water droplets clashed onto her skin. Shutting her eyes, Alisa took a deep breath as if venting her stress out and stood still as she let the water coarse through her body. As the warm soothing water washed over her, the young heiress' mind wandered back to another familiar sensation not too long ago, remembering the springs at a hidden village of Witches. A recent memory of her, bathing in a warm spring of water, her body submerged as the pool's properties allowed her to recover her strength. The image of another figure, tall, strong and kind who had been so close to her.

"Rean..." breathed out the Reinford heiress, the name slipping out of her lips with a tone that conveyed sheer want. Vividly she remembers the face of the man she had fallen in love with, of how after all the hurdles they had finally made their feelings clear than ever and would finally make their relationship official with a confession and kiss underneath the fireworks of Mishelam. The scene was so perfect, like something out of a romance novel. She brought her lips up remembering the sensation of that kiss, the feeling of his warm lips over her own, the tickle of his warm breath on her skin, as his warm, strong arms wrapped around her in a hug as her heart thundered in her chest. Then the following day, when they had gone to Eryn to prepare and miraculously had enough time to get to the hot springs, which in hindsight was probably from their friends' meddling. The two of them, alone in the spring, right next to each other. Her mind began to wander, imagining how differently it would have gone had Millium and Roselia not interrupted that magical moment.

"Rean..." Alisa moaned out absentmindedly moaned out, her eyes half-lidded. Thoughtlessly, her right hand which had been over her lips lowered down to her chest. Above her cleavage she could feel her own heartbeat, rumbling like thunder as she her mind was clouded by fantasies. With a deep breath, her hand then lowered down to her right breast. She sighed as she felt her fingers sink into the soft flesh, the feeling of the warm water and body wash making her skin feel so much softer and sensitive, making the sensations so much more powerful. Her sigh turned into a moan as he gave her mound an experimental squeeze. Gradually, the squeeze turned into a gentle massage, grasping and kneading her chest, her other left hand coming up to grasp her other breast, shivering in place despite the heat at the sensation as her hands instinctively continued their massage on her mammaries, her nipples hardening at the stimulation.

Her legs crossed as far as the could, her thighs rubbing together as her fantasy continued, imagining that day at the spring, how far they might have gone had they not been interrupted, imagining his warm strong hands removing her towel before grabbing and groping her body, his dexterous fingers sinking into her chest as he massaged her mounds. Feeling her nubs harden at the mental image, she placed her fingers over them, keeping them between her fingers as she continued palming her chest, the once gentle caresses turning to stronger strokes, her back arching at the sensation as labored breaths escaped her lips.

After several seconds of stroking, her left hand released it's corresponding breast, and trecked lower down, giving one final stroke on the mound as it went to her ribs, her right hand taking its former place. Soon she felt her left hand come to her abdomen and began to splay her fingers across her stomach, rubbing her belly in in soft sensual strokes in rhythm to her right hand's continued ministrations to her chest. Afterwards, her left hand ventured even lower, seeking more stimulation, until it reached her nethers, her thighs parting open to give it space. Her fingers splayed out and sought her womanhood, and quickly reached their target. Without preamble, her middle finger immediately sank into her folds and curved. Alisa's breath hitched, the feeling of her longest digit entering inside her sending a jolt of lightning up her spine. Taking a deep breath she then continued the assault, her index finger joining it's longer counterpart within her. Immediately she noted that the area wasn't wet solely with water. Taking advantage of the moist entrance, her digits quickly began their assault, pumping in and out of her slit, while her thumb pressed down just above. The friction of her digit's pace made the blond heiress' thighs press together as she desperately attempted to remain standing. As her fingers continued to pump in and out of her, her right hand continued to assail her chest, gentleness long forgotten as her fingers and palmed vigorously groped her buxom with wild abandon, her fingers pinching the hardened bud in the middle, all in tandem with the digits piercing her core, frissions of lightning traveling across her body, creating a strong sensual heat that surpassed the warm water cascading her form.

"Rean..!" The heiress moaned out. She could imagine it oh so vividly in her mind. Him taking off their towels and pinning her to the rock, pressing his whole weight against her, his chiseled toned muscles pressing against her curves as his hands and fingers playing with her body, eliciting wild grasping moans from her like a depraved simile of a maestro playing an instrument, her body his instrument of pleasure. Soon, her hips began to buck against her hand, imagining it was Rean's longer fingers inside of her, driving them deeper into her depths, her knees shaking at the sensation, heat radiating through her being, building, growing with each second. Soon, her fingers sunk in, reaching as deep as they could before curving, digging in to reach as deep and far of her depths as possible, her imagining Rean piercing her with his manhood(the sight of which she had yet to see, but could make out with the vivid imagination and the tent she remembered in his towel), as her hips continued to buck and gyrate towards her hands, the fingers getting wetter and thus able to move faster and harder. Alisa was leaning against the wall of the shower stall at this point, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood to keep herself from shrieking in joy as she tried to gain some support as she continued her self-inflicted assault. She could feel herself, getting closer and closer to the peak, a strong pressure building with in her, demanding release as her assault reached it's apex.

Deeper, harder, faster. The wild groping of her chest and the fingers buried in her loins relentless continued their pace, the euphoric assault and tempo riddling her sensitive craving body in pleasure until they reached their crescendo.

With a resounding wail of ecstacy, Alisa threw her head back as her release came, her nectar spilling out of her, coating her hands and fingers in her want as her body convulsed from sensual lightning. Her knees gave out, leaving her sitting on the floor of the stall, the shower head spilling water onto her, the heat of the water barely registering to the blonde who had just brought her body to a searing release. As the Reinford heiress attempted to catch her breath from the release, she looked down and saw how her nectar was washed away by the water, her coated hand slowly becoming clear. As a modicum of strength and sense returned to her, Alisa could only utter a single statement.

"I'm gonna need a longer shower..."

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(Reinford Penthouse, minutes later)

After a few more minutes to fully wash up and regain her strength, Alisa came out of the shower and dried off. Afterwards, she got dressed into a similar outfit she wore earlier, a dark blue and black colored version of the corset-dress she wore earlier with white miniskirt and coat, with her hair tied properly with the single tail and earrings. She wore black stockings along with pink slippers to navigate the insides of her home.

Once dressed up she went and picked up her ARCUS, and loaded a simple Tear Art Quartz into it before casting the quick healing art on her to heal her cut lips and sore legs. Feeling the soothing healing aura of Sapphirl wash over her, Alisa let out a small sigh.

Opening her eyes, she looked back at her ARCUS screen and saw the current time as 22:26. Immediately after which, she noticed a text message she hadn't noticed earlier, stating the time at almost half an hour before she woke up. Eyebrow raised at seeing it was from Sharon, Alisa immediately opened it.

[Milady. My apologies but some important matters have come up that demanded Lady Irina's immediate attention and I have decided to accompany her. It will take some time so it's unlikely either of us will return until tomorrow. Not to worry, it is nothing serious, so you are free to enjoy your time off and relax. I have left dinner prepared for you, you'd need only to heat it up. With love, Sharon.]

"So I have the whole place to myself then, not anything new but alright. Thank the goddess it means neither of them were around to hear..that..." Alisa trailed off to a blush. Shaking her head she then walked out of her room to the kitchen.

Reaching the dining area, she saw a note on the fridge written with Sharon's handwriting saying, 'No need to worry about dessert'. Shrugging off the message, she opened the wen to the table and saw a large plate filled with pasta. Placing a hand over it and noticed it was only slightly cooled down, she brought the plate into the kitchen with her. Putting a black apron over her, Alisa washed her hands and grabbed a pot and ladle. Starting the stove, she then put the pasta into the pot to heat it up, estimating that it would only take a few minutes to be hot enough to eat. As she poured it in, Alisa noticed something.

"There's too much in here." Alisa observed as she placed the last of the dish onto the stove. While the long day and time since her last meal had helped her work up a bit of an appetite, the amount her maid left behind would have still been too much for her to finish on her own. Making such an overly big portion was an uncharacteristic mistake of the usually perfect maid. "Maybe she was planning to have some of this for herself to share with me. Or maybe she wants me to leave the rest for later..."

RING RING

The heiress was interrupted from her musings by the sound of her ARCUS ringing. Bringing it out of her pocket, Alisa's heart skipped a beat when she saw the person on the caller id requesting an audio call.

With bated breath, Alisa answered the call, and placed the Orbment to her ear. "Rean?" Alisa stammered out, the name of the man she had just so recently thought of so vividly in the shower, wondering what trick of fate brought this on.

"Hi Alisa." The strong male voice that kept her at night responded over the line, with a chuckle.

"Hello." Alisa replied. "I wasn't expecting a call at this time. Did something happen?"

"No, well nothing bad atleast." The Branch Campus Instructor replied. "Anyway, um. Would you mind opening the door?"

"The door-" Alisa's inquery was interrupted by the sound of a soft knock on the entrance to the penthouse. "Wha-how did you get up here?!"

"Sharon asked me to stop over and apparently gave the receptionist specific instructions to let me up." Came the reply over the line.

"...Sounds like her alright." Alisa sighed as she processed it all. Suddenly, the large dinner and note on the fridge made sense. DAMMIT SHARON,WARN ME NEXT TIME! "Hang on, I'll let you in." She stated before hanging up and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. That done, she stepped out of the kitchen and walked towards the door. Her heart beating like a drum, she then opened the door revealing the form of a familiar young man with unkempt black hair, over a head taller than her. Clad in his usual Instructor's outfit consisting of black trousers and brown boots, a white button shirt topped by a black waistcoat with a bronze zipper down the middle of the chest and a white overcoat. His lilac eyes peered at her with warmth while his lips formed an aplogetic, if enamored smile. Idly, she noted that he was holding a basket.

"Surprise." Rean awkwardly stated. "Sharon told me you were wiped out from the meeting today and could use company. " He then brought his left hand up to scratch his cheek. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad, just surprised." Alisa replied while giving him a reassuring smile. "Come on in, make yourself at home."

"Will do." Rean gave a relieved nod at that before stepping inside and removing his boots. He then sniffed the air. "Something cooking?"

"Oh yeah. Sharon left some pasta for dinner. Thought she left too much but if she asked you to come over it should be enough. Should be done cooking by now." Alisa stated as she returned to the kitchen. "Hope you're hungry."

"Yeah." Rean replied as he removed his coat and grabbed a plate and silverware. "Hadn't had much to eat in a while."

"Oh?" Alisa asked as she brought the pasta onto the table. "Did anything come up?" She then gestured to the basket. "And what's in the basket?"

"Part of the reason I'm late actually." Rean goodnaturedly replied as he set the basket on the table and opened it's contents, a delectable smell filling their nostrils. "Ta-daa!" The Instructor voiced out as he set the prize on the table.

On the plate was a round shortcake, the edges of the top coated with cut almonds. On the center of it's face was a lattice design, showing a dark orange coloring, the scent of which, oh so delectable and mouth-watering was oh so familiar to the excited manager.

"Is that, " Alisa ventured, a small amount of trepedition and excitement lacing her tone as she stared at the simple yet delightful pastry. "Is that apricot linzertorte?"

"Got it in one." Rean cheerfully replied as he removed his gloves to wash his hands in the kitchen. "Sharon recommended that I bring dessert over and I figured you were due for a treat. I remembered how much you liked apricot jam and figured you deserved a treat so I looked over if there were any dishes that could use it and found a recipe for this." He then shrugged, his face taking on a sheepish expression. "Took a few tries to get it right though. It's probably not as good as what Sharon or some other professional patissier could have made, but I hope it turned out alright."

The heiress turned her gaze away from the dessert, reminding herself of the years of table etiquette training she received to look back at the thoughtful and considerate man who brought it over. "Don't worry, I'm sure it turned out just fine." She replied with a warm smile to him as he returned to the dining room while she set up dinner, placing pasta on both their plates. "Well then, let's dig in." Alia declared while holding out a chair for Rean to sit in.

Taking the cue, Rean rolled up his sleeves and took the offered seat opposite from Alisa. Once his host had taken her seat, Rean picked the silverware, and the two began to eat their dinner. Following Alisa's lead, he took a forkfull of the pasta and put it to his mouth. He let out a slight appreciative hum at the taste, the subtle yet strong taste of chicken, caramelized onions and macaroni, cheese and spinach all cooked to perfection yet maintaining a strong balance that danced across his tongue. A quick glance showed Alisa showing a similarly pleased smile adorned on her face as well.

"Delicious. Sharon never disappoints does she?" Rean stated as he brought another forkfull to his mouth.

"Can't be too surprised. It is Sharon we're talking about." Alisa replied as she brought a glass of sparkling water to wash down her throat. "Kind of wish she had warned me ahead of time instead of planning a date behind my back. Don't apologize." Alisa stated, raising her palm at Rean when he was about to respond. "I'm not mad, just the opposite, it's great to see you. It feels like forever since we last saw each other in-person."

Rean let go of his knife to bring his left hand behind his head at that. "Yeah it does. We've all been pretty busy huh?"

"Yeah," Alisa intoned after finishing another bite. "You had to deal with any other interviews too?"

"Ugh." Rean facepalmed at that. "Don't remind me. I was hoping it'd be done soon but they just keep calling me back, and ask the same questions over, and over, and over again..." The instructor grumbled.

Alisa gave him a sympathetic smile. Despite how much Rean hated his title as the Ashen Chevalier, it didn't change the fact that he was still famous and his words carried weight in some circles. While Prince Olivert had hoped to handle the political side of things on his own rather than burden the rest of Class Vii or the others in the Radiant Wings, it became apparent they needed all they help they could get to soothe over the confusion. Being the sort of person he was, and still feeling responsible for the Twilight, Rean of course volunteered to this his part. Thus he was questioned to help corborate with Olivert's story, telling people what became of the Chancellor and how the war should end as it was never supposed to happen in the first place, urging people to stop fighting. While his story did help quite a few citizens, there were a few fringe elements who disparaged him for disagreeing with the war, insulted him for it, turning it into a back and forth as he was dragged through several interviews answering repetitive questions. A long monotonous process for anyone involved.

"Sorry for bringing that up." Alisa apologized. "We were supposed to avoid talking about work and relax but I just had to open my mouth."

"It's nothing." Rean waved off. "Besides, it's not as hectic as all those meeting and conferences you've had to go through." His gaze flickered at her with worry. "Have you been alright?"

"As far as could be expected." Alisa shrugged. "It's important but it's such a pain. I've looked through and filled out so many reports it feels like my eyes and hands are about to fall off. And dealing with some of the board members, I swear some of the members of Ouroboros were less annoying.."

Rean winced at that. "Ouch."

"Yeah, ouch." Alisa sighed before resuming her meal. "Anyway, that's enough about work, I've got the day off tomorrow to catch up on some rest. Just woken up from a nap a little while before you arrived" She looked at him with an appreciative smile. "Thanks for coming by, it really means alot."

Rean gave a wide smile at that. "Anytime."

"Still wish one of you warned me ahead of time." Alisa repeated. "Would have been able to get dressed up a bit more."

Rean chuckled at that. "No need to worry about that, you'd look good in anything."

The Reinford heiress' cheeks gained a slight blush at that. "J, just eat your pasta while it's still hot." Alisa hastily deflected. "Even Sharon's cooking will taste odd if you let it get cold,"

"Right, right." Rean replied before resuming his meal. The sight of which made Alisa crack a smile. After the sheer amount of chaos during the Twilight, to see him be able to relax and laugh like this was a delight, making her heart feel lighter. If anyone deserves to relax and unwind, it's you Rean.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence as the couple continued their meal. After a few minutes, their dishes were empty.

"My compliments to the chef as always." Rean stated as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Careful with that, no need to give Sharon a bigger head than she already has." Alisa giggled in response. "Speaking of chef," the blonde replied as her gaze turned towards the lindzertorte the former Awakener brought over. "Think I have room for dessert so let's see how you did." She then brought her silverware over to the pastry. Slowly, she cut out a small piece of the tart with her knife before grasping it with her fork. Bringing it up to her face, Alisa gave the piece an experimental sniff, relishing the scent of baked apricots, and delighted to see that despite the no doubt long trip it took Rean to get to Roer, it was still warm.

Seeing Rean watching her with bated breath, Alisa immediately ate the piece of torte. Her cheeks immediately puffed as she let out a delighted hum at the taste. Opening her eyes, Alisa gave Rean a wink.

"Excellent, A+ material" Alisa exclaimed after finishing her bite.

Rean let out a relieved sigh at that. "Thank the Goddess. Was worried I may have made a mistake even though I followed all the instructions and taste tested it."

"No need for that then, you did great." Stated as an idea came to her mind. She then cut up another piece of the pastry and then leaned over the table to present it to him. "Come one, have a bite."

Rean leaned backwards in surprise at the gesture. Alisa wasn't usual the type the try something like this. But more importantly, from the position from how she was leaning offered Rean a generous view of her cleavage, the pale white valley between her bountiful buxom was shown right to his eyes, the tight fit of her corset-dress allowing him to easily picture the shape underneath it. As his eyes went there, memories flooded Rean's mind of their first day at Thors. Even now almost two and a half years later, he could still remember that soft sensation.

Alisa's lips split into a mischievous cheshire grin at his reaction, even as her cheeks took a red color at her course of action. Seeing him blush and lean back made a thrill of excitement fill her stomach. Knowing exactly where he was looking and the reaction it was causing made her heart go a flutter in pride.

"Come on now, don't be shy. Ahhhh~" Alisa teasingly stated in a sing-song voice as her eyes seemed to twinkle like a cat that's cornered it's pray at the sight of Rean's face starting to blush.

Unable to voice any retort, Rean wordlessly followed her instructions and opened his mouth to accept the offering. Closing it, he then chewed it and swallowed it while the blonde's smile seemed to widen.

"See? Tastes fine." Alisa stated with a tone that combined innocent and triumphant in a way he didn't think possible.

The sight of her smile was enough to alleviate whatever remaining surprise or embarrassment Rean had as he smiled in response. "Glad it's up to your standards."

"Just telling the truth. Would probably go good with ice cream." Alisa non-chalantly added. "Though honestly, I'm feeling full enough that I don't think I'll have room for all of this even with you taking half."

"It's fine. We can just save it for later." Rean waved off.

"'We' huh?" Alisa teased. "Guessing you want to stick around for more?" She playfully inquired.

"Suppose I'll look for an inn then." Rean non-chalantly stated. "Shame, I had the day off tomorrow too with Principal Le Guin giving me permission so it's fine if I'm away so long as I'm back by tomorrow night."

Alisa's mind screeched to a halt at that. "W-wait, you too? Since when?!"

"A little while now." Rean replied with a smirk on his face.

"Wha-" Alisa's face turned red as she processed the statement before her eyes widened in realization. "Y-you both planned this ahead didn't you! You and Sharon both set this up to arrange all this didn't you!?"

"Guilty as charged." Rean admitted, raising his hands up seemingly both to surrender and attempt to placate her. "It was Sharon's idea originally though. She thought you needed a break, that we both needed one and talked me into it." He then brought his left hand behind his head. "Though I guess going behind your back like this wasn't that great of an idea."

Alisa stood still as she processed everything he said. She had a feeling that was the case though having it confirmed still triggered a series of emotions within her. Embarrassment at herself at not realizing the signs, guilt at making them worry, being touched by their concern, anger at the trick, happiness from his company, exhaustion and stress from the past few hectic weeks, a feeling of mortification at remembering just what she had been doing while thinking about him in the shower prior to his arrival, and a feeling of giddiness at realizing the implications of the two of them being completely alone in her home and seeing a chance to act on them.

Rean started to frown in concern when he saw Alisa's face become blank, her expression set in a stoic mask she reserved for dealing with the exceptionally obstinate people at the office which had been used in abundance the past few weeks. The concern only grew when she all but marched up towards him in a manner that no doubt would have resulted in resounding clicking sounds had she been wearing heels. Arms crossed underneath her chest, she stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eyes with a steely gaze that reminded Rean oh so much of her mother, the cold Chairwoman. Yeah, best not to voice that comparison outloud.

"So," Alisa broke the silence, her voice in a firm tone that brooked neither arguments or excuses. "You're free until tomorrow huh?"

"Yes..." Rean trailed off somewhat nervously.

"Have you found any place in town to spend the night then?" She asked.

Rean could only shake his head, feeling alarm bells going off in his head.

"I see." The Reinford heiress trailed off. "Then, there's only one thing left to do." Alisa declared before, with a speed that put many of their allies and enemies to shame, moved.

Before Rean could react, he felt the Reinford Heiress grab his collar and pull him down. He barely managed to process it and ended it opening his mouth in shock, just before feeling his lips captured by something soft. His eyes then widened, as with his mouth opened he felt something warm and wet entered his mouth, the taste of apricot and more hitting his tastebuds as something lashed against his touch.

Ah, the former Awakener mentally thought. She's kissing me.

Uncaring for his shock, Alisa continued her invasion of his oral cavity, her tongue going down, reaching as for down his mouth as possible before lashing out, beating his own tongue into submission while exploring whatever corners of his mouth there were as if hoping to suck his soul out from his mouth. After several more seconds which seemed to stretch on for eternity to the two, Alisa released her lips from Rean's mouth, leaving the swordsman gasping for air.

Taking a step away from him to let him catch his breath, Alisa gave him a wide smile while her hands were clasped behind her hands in a posture that radiated an innocence that was contrary to her actions and intent.

Noticing her expression, after regaining his composure Rean could only ask a single question. "Still mad?"

The archer tilted her head at that, her smile seeming to widen even further. "Maaaaybe. But, if you want to make up for it, there's a simple way to do so."

Rean swallowed a lump in his throat at that. "Anything, just name it."

Alisa smirked at that. "First, clean up the dishes here." She waved to the table and how they cleared their plates, leaving only the unfinished linzertorte. "After that," she then leaned forward and stood on her tip toes to whisper to his ears. "Come over to my room." She emphasized her last statement by gently blowing air towards his ear, making Rean shiver as he nodded in acquiesce to her demand.

Satisfied, Alisa turned around and headed back to her room, a deliberate sway to her hips which she knew got the swordsman's attention.

Rean stood in place, watching her form walk away before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right, gotta clean this up. Best get to it." He stated in a desperate attempt to regain his composure and most certainly not wondering just what it was Alisa is planning. Perish the thought.

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(Several minutes later)

After a few minutes, Rean had done as told and cleaned everything up, the plates all cleaned and placed in their proper place and the dessert neatly packed into the fridge. His task completed he stood in front of Alisa's door.

Hard to think, just two years ago we came here to rest during our Field Studies and now...Rean shook his head to clear those thoughts. Now wasn't the time to reminisce.

Steeling his nerves, Rean moved his arm forwards and gently knocked on the door to gain it's owner's attention.

"It's open, come on in." came the soft inviting voice on the other side.

Heeding the request, Rean immediately turned the doorknob and entered inside and quickly turned it around to close it properly. He knew that the two of them were alone thanks to that text Sharon sent him, but it never hurts to be careful.

Soon as the door clicked shut, he felt a pair of arms circle around him as he felt something soft and familiar press against his back, his mind flashing back to that moment on the Merkabah just before they went to Bryonia. Idly, he felt dexterous fingers come up and grasp across his torso before reaching for the zipper of his waistcoat, while another hand went down and unbuckled the red sash over his abdomen which held his ARCUS. Slowly, he saw the fingers slowly take the zipper of his waistcoat down, reaching the bottom at the same time his sash was unbuckled. Once done, he felt a tug at his back and instinctively relaxed his shoulders, feeling both articles being pulled off of him.

One he felt both removed he turned around in place, seeing Alisa taking the freshly removed and depositing articles and setting them onto a nearby chair. On the subject of clothing, Rean noticed that Alisa had already removed her ear rings and coat, leaving her upper body clad only in the minidress, leaving her cleavage, and arms completely exposed. The archery training showing their results with her arms showing healthy muscle tone and her shoulders managing to remain somewhat broad without detracting from her feminine, svelte build.

A smile and sideways glance cast his way made it clear that Alisa knew where his eyes were drawn. Once done, Alisa turned to him fully and crossed her arms under her chest, emphasizing her cleavage, her lips forming into a hungry smirk as she followed his eyes. "So." Alisa spoke, breaking Rean out of his thoughts. "Did you bring a change of clothes with you for when you go to sleep?"

At the question, Rean almost felt like facepalming. "No, I forgot. Was so busy trying to get the dessert ready it slipped my mind."

Alisa's smile widened at that as she stepped closer to him, her hips sashaying in a way that drew his eyes even as they were still covered, letting him notice that she had removed her stockings while waiting for him. Once she was right in front of him, her right hand went up and cupped his cheek. "Well then good thing you won't be needing any for what happens next. We'll put them in the washing machine afterwards just in case."

Rean's breath hitched at the declaration. "Alisa, are su-" His words were cut off at the feeling of her finger over her lips.

"Don't ask you already know the answer to." Alisa replied, her tone somehow combining fondness, impatience and desire all at once. Her finger came off his lip as her hand settled for pressing onto his chest, directly over where his heart is. "We both want this. It's been so long and so much has happened that we haven't had much time. I'd say we're both due to make up for lost time." Her ruby eyes bore into him, desire practically radiating from her playful gaze. "Besides, you still need to make it up to me."

Rean nodded at that, feeling a burning heat behind his ears as his own hands came up to grasp Alisa's shoulders. "You make a convincing argument madam Reinford."

"Just Alisa, madam Reinford is still more fitting for my mother." Alisa replied. "But it's a good thing you showed up when you did. Let me tell you a littl secret." Alisa stated as she leaned forward, pressing herself against Rean who wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace.

"What is it?" Rean asked with bated breath, the feeling of the beautiful woman so close to him battering away at his sense of restraint.

In response to his inquiry, Alisa went up on her tiptoes, just like earlier and whispered a single statement that would be the final nail in the coffin in the swordsman's reluctance.

"Today. Is. My. Safe day." She whispered to him, slowly, each word punctuated in a tone that didn't so much convey desire and eagerness as they effectively radiated them.

It took barely a second for the words to echo into Rean's brain and for their meaning to be processed. It took even less for him to respond.

His grip on Alisa tightened, pressing her directly onto him, his right hand immediately shooting up to clasp the back of her head and hold it in place as his mouth clamped over hers, while his other arm wrapped snaked around her waist. He wasted no time, his tongue immediately went into the entrance of her mouth, determined to taste and explore all she had to offer. Alisa made no attempt at resistance, just the opposite as her own arms went upwards and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer while her fingers played with his dark locks. Different from the previous kiss where she had caught him off guard, here Rean was on the offensive, his tongue lashing and probing about the inside of her mouth, determined to reach and taste every conceivable part of her. Idly, along with the previous flavor of apricot, he also felt another cooler flavor, no doubt she must have taken a breath mint or two. Alis responded in kind, her own tongue clashing and reaching against his own, the two appendages pressing and lashing against one another, determined to map out the other's cavern's and take all the flavor they could take from the other. With each flick of the tongue and ruffling of the other's hair a building flame of desire was ignited in them, it's heat growing with each ministration.

After several seconds of their duel of tongues, Rean's left hand ventured downwards. Driven by desire, his hand immediately clasped over Alisa's rear, giving it a firm squeeze that made the blonde temporarily break off from the kiss to let out a delighted moan. The sound whet the appetite in the swordsman who immediate recaptured her lips, using the temporary gap to resend his tongue in with greater ferocity against her, dominating their duel of tongues. Aliss surrendered to the sensation, allowing him to continue his strong fervent kiss, her own fingers continuing to massage Rean's scalp while ruffling his hair, silently urging him to continue, all the while his other hand continued to grope and grasp her rear. Alisa popped her left leg upwards from the back in reaction to the sensation.

Restraint had been discarded from the two. Driven by the feeling of their separation, the exhaustion and stress of the past few weeks embedding a searing desire for relief, to bask in one another's embrace was pure bliss. As their kiss continued, Alisa's arms released their hold around Rean's neck and went to the collar of his shirt. Wildly, she attempted to unbutton his shirt, her fingers just barely managing to grasp the tiny articles through their wild motions long enough to open them. She had only managed to unbutton the top two, after several attempts before frustration overcame her. Stepping back to detach her lips from the make out session, she grit her teeth and grabbed his shirt. With a growl fueled by desire and hunger, she pulled it apart with all her strength, the remaining buttons popping off as she ripped his shirt. It was just a shirt, she could easily buy him another one.

Once the last button had been removed, Alisa paused to witness her handiwork. With the buttons removed, Rean's torso was exposed, giving her a view of his muscles. Seeing her gaze, Rean immediately shrugged off the ruined shirt, leaving his upper body completely bare for her to see. The Reinford heiress licked her lips at the treat before her. His chest was well muscled with strong pectorals, a flat washboard stomach with defined abdominals. His shoulders were wide and broad, leading to strong toned arms. Strong, but not needlessly bulky, the years of training left their mark on his body, the results irresistible to Alisa. Her eyes then focused on a specific mark on his body, the scar over his heart. For a moment, she stopped to stare at the mark, knowing how so many tragedies befell him starting from that point. Then a firm resolve burned in her, to make sure that for every tragedy that befell him, she would stay by his side, soothe his wounds, heal his sadness and grant him happiness with all she shad, heart, soul and body.

That thought in mind she closed the distance between her and her lover once more. Her hands immediately descended upon his torso, her right hand directly over his scar, feeling the thundering of his heart. Entranced by the feeling, she immediately pressed her head towards the spot, her ear directly over the scar, relishing at hearing the heartbeat, relieved at the certainty the sound brought that he's alive, and excited at realizing how fast it was going thanks to her. Spurred by excitement, she stuck her tongue out and licked the area of the scar tissue, smiling as he felt Rean's breath hitch at the sudden sensation. Finding the sound enticing, she then licked the area again, dragging her tongue across the surface of the scar, slowly to enjoy how his muscles tensed at her actions. She then got to his nipple and quickly flicked her tongue across it, sending shivers down the swordsman's spine. Her right hand went and tweaked his other nipple in tandem to her licks, making Rean moan at the sensation. Her other hand, then went down to his stomach, her fingers tracing along his solid abdominals, determined to try and commit the sensations to memory. For every flick of her tongue, or stroke of her fingers she could feel him shivering in joy, his muscles tensing while his breathing became more ragged. The blonde's hand went lower, going past his stomach down to his waist, and reaching his belt. Just as she did with his sash, the heiress wasted no time in undoing the buckle, then quickly pulled it off of him, carelessly throwing it to the side. It then moved downward to directly between his legs and pressed down, a smile forming on the archer's lips as she could feel him being stiff even through his clothing.

Her fingers had just been about to grasp his zipper, when Alisa felt a strong hand cup her chin and lift her face upwards before her mouth was once more occupied by Rean's probing tongue and warm lips. Closing her eyes in bliss at the sensation, Alisa's hands went to Rean's back, her fingers immediately setting about feeling his exposed skin, reveling at how broad and wide it was as she attempted to trace whatever individual muscles she could find in a passionate sensual massage. In response, the hand that was once cupping Alisa's chin was now stroking her cheek, while Rean's other hand once more went to her lower back. Soon, the hand that was caressing Alisa's cheek, shifted to her her blonde hair. Carefully, he then grasped the scrunchy in her hair and the string, using what dexterity and gentleness he could reach in his current state of mind, he quickly managed to undo it, letting her blonde hair run free. Driven by the burning passion within, Rean subconsciously began to advance forward, feeling nothing but the desire to move in closer to the warmth in front of him. In an uncanny sign of coordination that put many a Combat Link to shame, Alisa also continued to move back in tandem with him, their feet going back in the same direction despite neither of them consciously attempting it.

The two were broken out of their fevered trance when the back of Alisa's legs got caught against her bed, making her fall backwards onto the mattress, her arms still maintaining their grip on her paramour who followed her motion. Rean, instinctively attempted to press his hands outward to cushion the fall, but was interrupted by Alisa's grasp shifting his position. When Alisa's back hit the soft mattress, she felt a weight all but collapse on top of her chest. Blinking, she looks down to see that Rean's face had landed onto her cleavage. The swordsman like wise became aware of his new position and shifted his head so as to be able to look her in the eyes.

A few seconds of silence passed before the two of them started to laugh at it. The same position they landed in that lead to an awkward first meeting, here they are in the reverse of it when they were officially lovers and just about to take their relationship to the next level, performing deeds far more aggressive than that day. That they went from that awful start to this, the joke was too good.

Once the laughter subsided, Alisa wrapped her arms around Rean's head and pulled him in place, pressing his face further into her bosom. When the swordsman shifted his gaze to look at her, the archer merely gave an encouraging smile and nod. Taking the non-verbal signal as given Rean did as requested. Slowly, he pressed his head to her cleavage, relishing the feeling of her soft breasts as a warm cushion, his ear allowing him to hear her heartbeat which he was pleased to discover was beating at a thunderous pace. He then shifted his head, feeling the softness of her exposed cleavage on his cheek, eliciting a soft moan from Alisa.

Raising his head up to Alisa's face, Rean kissed her once more, this time quicker, releasing her lips as soon as they came in contact, making her moan at the loss before feeling him peck her cheek. Then her chin, as he proceeded to pepper her face with light feathery kisses that tickled the heiress. The, his mouth came to her neck, his lips pressing across it's skin, moving and mapping the area until stopping at feeling the sensation of her pulse. Focusing on that spot, Rean proceeded to suck on the spot before opening his mouth, and lightly pressing his teeth down on the spot, soft enough to not worry about drawing blood, but hard enough to leave a mark which made Alisa's breath hitch. After seconds of lightly nibbling on the spot, marking her as his, Rean slowly stuck his tongue out and licked the spot, the sudden feeling of his wet and warm appendage on her skin causing the heiress to shiver beneath him. Excited at her reaction, Rean then went lower, his lips pressing against her collar bone and sternum before once again coming to wards her cleavage. Noticing the zipper on the middle, an idea came to his head.

Alisa's eyes , which had been closed from the sensations Rean had inflicted upon her up until that point, opened as she heard a soft clicking sound. Peering down, she saw Rean, holding the zipper to her corset between his teeth while his lips split into a wide, teasing smile, his lilac eyes bearing a playful expression. Alisa could only respond with a smile and nod, even as her cheeks took a red hue. Slowly, Rean then proceeded to drag his head lower, pulling the zipper down with him, revealing more of her fair skin with each rege. Once they reached the bottom, with a click, Rean had to shake the zipper for a bit for it to fully open but was done. Before he could look up to admire his handiwork, he noticed the white miniskirt adorning Alisa's waist. Wordlessly and driven by instinct, his hands clasped the sides of the skirt and his thumbs dug into the sides of it, feeling for another article underneath it. Idly, he noticed that the waist the clothes were attached to had already elevated itself from the bed without his prompting, making their owner's permission explicit. Taking the offered consent, he then immediately pulled back, the skirt and underwear trailing down the long luscious legs before coming off. That removed, Rean was free to look at his handiwork.

While he had been working on her skirt, Alisa had taken the liberty of removing her corset entirely and had tossed away onto the floor, she now laid back flat on the bed, revealing her entire naked form to him. Her long, waist-length golden blonde hair was let loose like a golden curtain beneath her which framed her beautiful face, which was adorned by an inviting smile, her ruby eyes twinkling in eagerness even as a red shade sat upon her cheeks. Her neck was fine, the skin unblemished save for the hickey he had bestowed upon her. Her long arms, toned from years of archery training laid at her sides, while her hands rested beside her head. Her chest, so large and perfect with twin symmetrical globes large enough to fit in his hand while her bright red nubs were erect, moving in a hypnotic movement in tandem with the young manager's breathing. Her flat toned stomach which went to a nice trim waist that flared to a beautiful hip curve before trailing down to long toned legs. Between her legs, was her woman hood, clean shaven and glistening with the slightest drop of arousal. All of it combined together into what Rean saw as the picture of beauty.

Rean could feel his own trousers become uncomfortably tight at the sight, his heart thundering at the sight. Driven by instinct, he all but jumped forward, his hands shooting down to grasp her wrists as he hovered above her, a strong smoldering gaze boring down into her ruby eyes that made her smile in excitement as she felt him pressing down on her. The sight, the sensation and anticipation drove Rean to make a single exclamation.

"Mine." Rean growled out, his tone reverberating with a sheer primal hunger.

Alisa's smile widened at that as she breathed out. "Do whatever you like."

Rean Schwarzer was not one to deny a woman's request.

Swiftly, he gave Alisa another searing kiss, his tongue immediately shooting out and lashing against her own, the blond heiress moaning in bliss. Then, his hands which grasped her wrists, raised them up before his left hand came and pinned her hands right above her head. His right hand then came downwards and grasped Alisa's left breast, the fingers sinking into the soft ripe fruit, eliciting a gasp from the heiress beneath him. Enticed by the sound, he placed his mouth down to where her right shoulder and neck met, intent on leaving another mark there, meanwhile his hand that was over her left breast proceeded to massage it, palming the mound, his hand rubbing it in a circular motion that sent shivers of electricity up Alisa's spine. As he continued to knead the breast in his hand he could feel Alisa begin to squirm in joy. Soon, he felt her nipple harden even more, the flicked the erect nub with his thumb, before playfully pressing down on it, making Alisa moan in joy. Soon, his mouth which had been over Alisa's neck moved lower down, leaving a trail of searing licks and gentle kisses along the way, releasing his grip on Alisa's hands which went to grasp his shoulders. Soon, he was eye level with her chest and upon seeing her unoccupied right breast, stuck out his tongue and took a long slow lick on her pert nipple, causing Alisa to arch he back with a yelp. Smiling at her reaction, he brought his tongue back down to continue it's assault, licking the nub in gentle circular motions, before lashing against it, up and down, left and right, making Alisa mewl with every stroke.

Soon after several seconds, he pressed forward and captured the entire nub in his mouth, his lips surrounding the hardened tip while his tongue continued to tease the rose bud, while giving a strong sucking motion. Gently, he pressed his teeth down on the soft flesh, not enough to leave a mark or draw blood, but firm enough for the sensation to sen shivers of euphoric electricity down her spine. Alisa had been mewling in joy, now she was all but howling in delight, the contrast of his warm tongue and cool saliva, his soft lips surrounding her soft mound as he continued to suck on her teat in a way that reminded her of an infant while his hand continued to knead and fondle it's twin, his fingers flicking it's tip in tandem with his tongue. The combined sensations formed an onslaught of pleasure that started a burning heat within the heiress, permeating her being even as her breaths came out a shallow pace.

Soon after thoroughly tasting her right breast, his mouth detached from the mound, shivers traveling down Alisa's spine as she felt her now wet tip exposed to the cool air. Swiftly, his mouth then went over her left breast, repeating the same salacious tasting as it had on it's twin, his lips surrounding and puckering the nub while his tongue lashed out against the tip, his left hand going back to massage it's twin, unperturbed by the wet sheen on it. Alisa's hand down went up to Rean's head, pressing him further against her chest while her fingers ruffled his hair, egging him on even more with a non-verbal plea. Rean responded by detaching his mouth once again before grabbing both of her breasts by the side and squishing them together before slowly dragging his tongue across both of her nipples at once before clamping his mouth over both of them, sucking them as if hoping to drain them even as his hands continued to grip them firmly in place, making the heiress arch her back once more with a cry. He remained in place, groping, kneading, tasting and sucking on Alisa's bosom, making the archer's mind go blurry.

After several moments that felt like eternity to the young businesswoman, Rean released Alisa's breasts, making the blonde draw in deep breath to recuperate. She wasn't able to do more than suck in a few breaths before feeling his hands on her hips before he flicked his tongue on her abdomen, sending butterflies up her stomach. Slowly, Rean continued to send a furry of kisses and licks across her stomach, determined to try and trace every outlining trace of her abdominal muscles, trying to map every visage of her taut stomach, his every motion sending searing delightful burns to her core.

"L, lower..." Alisa breathed out, barely able to concentrate as she felt his ministrations.

Rean obliged her, steadily trailing downwards, giving her navel one last long lick on the way, that made Alisa shudder. Soon, he had reached past her abdomen and hovered right above her groin.

"You and Sharon got everything ready for dinner." Alisa bashfully stated with her gaze turned sideways, her breath coming out raggedly, making her chest heave in a hypnotic motion even as sweat and a red sheen came across her flesh. "At the very least," she turned her gaze downwards to peer at him, her legs spreading open to present her shaven and moist entrance, her want glistening in anticipation as a result of his sinful ministrations. "Let me offer you another treat." She placed her fingers down and spread her lower lips open.

Rean did not need to be told twice. His hands vacated Alisa's hips to come down and grasp her thighs to part her legs open. Slowly he brought his face closer to her opening eyes drawn to her womanhood, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. The sight and scent triggered something within him drawing him in closer, making his breath to sear against the opening, making Alisa bite down a moan. Driven by instinct, Rean stick out his tongue and gave the slit an experimental lick, which made Alisa shudder. Enthused by her reaction he pressed his tongue forward again, flicking against the the opening, to get a taste of her want, the flavor igniting something deep within him. Soon what turned into a few gentle licks turned into hurried, fevered lashes of the tongue as he sought out more, a strong craving urging him onwards, each motion making Alisa convulse at the sensation, making her instinctively bring her own hands up to cup her own breasts while she thrust and shook her hips in tandem to his licking. The sounds, the taste awoke a strong craving for more in the swordsman.

Briefly, Rean pulled away from Alisa's snatch, eliciting a moan from the heiress at the separation. Getting on his knees, Rean then gently lifted her waist upwards with his hands then rested her thighs over his shoulders, the change in posture making Alisa yelp. Then without warning he immediately dove forward and planted his lips to her womanhood, his tongue immediately shooting out to strike at her folds. Alisa all but wailed at the sudden sensation, her eyes shutting tight, while her legs instinctively wrapped around Rean's head bringing him even closer to her core. Emboldened by the reaction, Rean brought his hands to firmly grasp Alisa's thighs as his tongue and lips continued their attack against her nethers, his lips suckling on her folds as his tongue lapped up any nectar it could feel flowing out of her. With each lash, his tongue traveled deeper, venturing further down towards her depth. When it seemed to reach a sensitive spot, Alisa's hand shot down to his head, ruffling his hair to urge him to continue harder as her other hand continued to grope and knead her chest. With each stroke of his tongue and press of his lips, Alisa could feel a strong burning pressure building within her, growing and smoldering with every ministration begging for release. After several more seconds, Rean pressed his teeth down to her folds, the sensation making Alisa shriek and buck her hips into him as her back arched like her bowstring.

A hoarse shriek escaped Alisa's throat as she reached rapture, white blind light clouded her vision as the building pressure within her exploded in a euphoric conflagration, frissons of pleasure writhing across her being setting her nerves alight, her want coating out and over the swordsman's lips. Several seconds passed as Alisa came down from her high, her body going slack as her breathing became labored, her body feeling so sensitive from euphoria with the stregth from her lips completely gone, the arms that was raised so she could grasp her lover's head nervelessly coming down to lay at her side. Slowly, her wits returned to her allowing her to become aware of the sensation of Rean releasing herself from her legs and gently laying them back down to the bed. Her eyes regaining focus she could see him coming closer, the remnants of her release coating his lips and chin. Still out of it from her release, Alisa was unable to respond or move even as she saw the swordsman's face come so much closer to her before capturing her lips with his own.

Having yet to restore the energy of her body, Alisa could only lay back as she felt Rean's tongue shoot into her mouth. She could taste her arousal coated on his tongue, the scent, taste and realization leaving her further unable to to give any response even as his tongue traverse and conquered the space beyond her lips, coating her mouth with her own want. The taste of herself on his tongue, filled her belly with a strong warmth, that even with her release, part of her became hungry and desiring more.

Slowly, as strength returned to her, Alisa's right hand came up to Rean's abdomen, pressing against the muscles there before sliding downwards until her fingers came to his waist band. Fumbling her fingers about, after several attempts she grasped his zipper and yanked it down, before pressing against the noticeable bulge underneath. The sensation made Rean detach his mouth from hers with a hiss, allowing the heiress a moment to collect her thoughts.

"Rean..." Alisa stated in between labored breaths, glazed over ruby eyes radiating a silent plea, even as her finger attempted to unbutton Rean's trousers. "Please..."

How could he deny a request like that?

Shifting away from from the blonde's prone form, Rean stood upright and hastily removed his trousers and underwear, leaving him naked, his long throbbing member exposed to Alisa's eyes, making the blonde lick her lips at the sight and anticipation at the thought of seeing it enter her.

One releived of his clothing Rean gazed down on Alisa's prone form. Her golden blonde hair loose and disheveled like a curtain beneath her, her ruby eyes hooded with desire even as her face was stained with a crimson blush. Her neck littered with small kiss and bite marks from his mouth. Her large supple breasts, heaving in tandem with her labored breathing, her taut stomach. The sight of her womanhood wet with desire, her nectar trailing down her thighs as the rest of her body was flush red with sweat and desire, the combination of it all radiated eroticism and desire. Rean could already feel small drop of precum forming at his tip, stating how aroused the swordsman was.

Responding to her reaction, Rean came onto the bed, hovering over her while straddling her waist. He placed his hands on her thighs to part the way, leaving Alisa's moist womanhood exposed. He shifted in place, aligning the tip of his member with her entrance. Slowly, his tip came up and prodded the entrance, frissons of pleasure going up Rean's spine as he felt her want, seeming to beg him to enter.

Placing his hands onto her hips, Rean looked at Alisa in the eyes with an imploring gaze. The blonde responded with a sultry and inviting smile and a nod.

Taking the permission as granted, Rean strengthened the grip on Alisa's hips and then immediately pressed forward, entering her folds with a single strong thrust. Her earlier release made his entry smooth, letting him travel into her folds and bury himself up to the hilt.

Alisa threw her head back with a shriek at the sensation, a bundle of nerves never used set alight as if a bolt of lightning shot into her. Her horse riding and combat training had broken her hymen long ago, yet the sudden strong entrance devoid of gentleness shook her. Thanks to her prior orgasm, Alisa's body was extremely sensitive, the sudden entrance making her feel as if her nerves were set ablaze and shuddering in place. She could feel him, oh so clearly she could feel every detail of the appendage inside her, how it reached so deep inside of her, how it throbbed with his anticipation, sending frissons of bliss into her being. Responding to her sudden response, Rean pressed himself downwards, splaying his form over hers, his muscled chest pressing down on her soft breasts as his hands released her hips so that his long strong arms could wrap comfortably around her in a protective embrace. Rean's sudden movement resulted in his member to shift around within her walls, making Alisa's back arch as her own hands shot out to return Rean's embrace, her hands latching onto his broad back.

Seconds passed as the two stayed still, relishing the feeling of being one, of feeling complete. With his chiseled chest against her breasts, Alisa could feel their heartbeats resound in a near synchronized tempo.

After some time passed, Rean began to move. Slowly, he began to shift his hips, his manhood trailing about within Alisa who moaned in delight at the feeling. Soon he had shifted back enough until only his tip resided within her, then in a quick savage thrust buried himself deep within her once again in a single motion, making Alisa tighten her grip on Rean, her fingernails digging into his back. Spurred by the sensation, Rean immediately proceeded to continue moving, his pace increasing rapidly as he thrust into her with wild abandon. He was not tender, both were clearly beyond that point as he continued to rock his hips into her, each thrust going harder and deeper than the last, making Alisa wrap her legs around his waist, beckoning him to go even faster which he obliged.

Th-There...! Alisa mentally cried out as she felt Rean's length reach into a sensitive spot within her she had barely been even close to reaching whenever she was left to her own fingers for relief. Her walls constricted around his length as if demanding he continue to reach and strike that spot. With a perception that surprised both of them, Rean successfully found the spot and realigned himself to continue reaching it, repeatedly without fail, his thrusts taking even greater heights of strength and reach that made the swordsman groan in pleasure. His own hands went to the blonde's back, rubbing, stroking, massaging her in a firm but gentle massage at odds with his wild thrusts, feeling each individual shiver down her spine while her own fingers continued to scratch at his own back. The continued assault to her depths made Alisa press forward and bite onto her lover's collarbone to stifle her scream as she instinctively rocked her own hips in tandem with his, thoughts of propriety forgotten as sheer primal hunger overcame the couple.

Time had lost meaning to the couple. There was no sounds save the sound of their mating, no thoughts in their heads but towards their own pleasure. The feeling of parting after the war ended, the stresses of the days since then, a strong longing at each other's company and the excitement of finally becoming one, these feelings and passions drove the two in their primal dance. Their continued mating increased in fervor as stress, want and love strove them onwards, the sensation of their joining rebounding off one another, feeding a growing pressure within them, a great heat searing across their being. Their rough coupling continued on until they reached their limits.

Alisa was the first to go. Having still been sensitive from her prior release when they started, her stamina was not long. After several moments, she bit down on Rean's neck as hard as she could, drawing blood in the process of attempting to stifle her screams, as her second orgasm of the night washed over her. Lightning coursed through her as her body shook in place, demanding she only feel the burning sensation in her depths before her sight once against went white as her want erupted from her, coating the swordsman's manhood.

Spurred by the reaction of the writhing blond beneath him, Rean soldiered on, his hips continuing to rock into hers for a few more minutes before his spine shuddered at the feeling of his own approaching orgasm. With one last thrust, he drove himself as deep within Alisa as he could before his spine straightened as his release came, his seed shooting out surging into Alisa's depths, the feeling of the warmth filling her with a soothing comfort, dousing the searing flame within her.

Once the last of his release ended and his seed spent, Rean all but collapsed on top of his paramour, resting his weight right over her like a curtain while his length still remained buried within her. At feeling him on top of her, Alisa's right hand which had been clawing at his back fell back on to the bed. Instantly, Rean's left hand came up and grasped the hand, with Alisa responding in kind, their fingers wrapping around each other's in a firm grasp. Opening her eyes after regaining some of her breath, Alisa shot Rean a warm appreciative smile who just barely responded back from his spot above her. Wordlessly, the two connected their lips once more, Alisa's other hand coming up to ruffle Rean's dark locks to accentuate her joy in the gentle contact.

Disconnecting their lips from each other after a few seconds, Rean peered down at Alisa with a bright smile. "So, was my lady pleased?"

The heiress giggled at the question. "Pleased was an understatement. Better than I ever dreamed it would be." Alisa stated before trailing off at realizing what she said.

Too late, as Rean's smile widened and took a teasing tone she was unaccustomed to seeing on his face. "Oh, so you've dreamed about this moment before huh?"

Deciding that denial would be pointless at this point, Alisa sighed before replying to her lover's inquiry. "Yeah. I've dreamed and fantasized about this moment alot. Just before you showed up I also fantasized about it and, touched myself too..." She trailed off, her eyes averted while her cheeks were stained scarlet.

Rean couldn't help himself, the way she averted her gaze, the defiant expression on her face, to say nothing of the topic considering what they just did was far too adorable and he ended up chuckling. "Well, glad to know I've met your expectations." He then placed his other hand on Alisa's head, massaging her scalp.

The feeling of his hand on her head melted away whatever embarrassment or annoyance lingered in Alisa's mind. Slowly an idea came to the heiress' mind. "Rean, can I ask a favor? "

Rean quirked a brow at that. "What is it?"

"Can you, sit on the edge of the bed and put me down on the floor in front of you?" Seeing the swordsman's questioning gaze she adden, "There's something I want to try."

Though still confused, Rean agreed to her request. Slowly, he lifted himself off of Alisa, the two of them groaning at the separation. Slowly he then shifted in place until he was off the bed, and grabbed Alisa and lifted her off. Gently, he deposited his lover to the ground, who remained in a kneeling position as she didn't feel strong enough to walk yet. Once Alisa set herself up right in a kneeling position she nodded at him. Taking the signal, Rean sat down on the corner.

Immediately, Alisa put her hands onto Rean's knees and parted his legs open and revealed his cock. Even now still flaccid after it's recent release it was still a noticeable size which honestly amazed the heiress that it fit inside of her. The sight of it alone immediately made Alisa's own womanhood throb, the sensations of her recent deflowering sending a searing heat into her, making her shudder in spot. She could see how the mix of their want still coated his length, making it clear with a noticeable sheen, the scent overwhelming her nose, and filling her with a powerful hunger.

Driven by a ravenous hunger, Alisa immediately dove forward and licked the tip of his manhood,the sudden sensation making him groan, the sound being music to her ears even as the taste of their mixed release permeated across her tongue. The flavor was odd, yet the knowledge of what it was she tasted filled her belly with a strong warmth. Mind clouded, she instinctively took another lick, swirling her tongue around his lower head to take whatever of the mix she could find. Then came another long, slow lick as she dragged her tongue up from his base to his tip which made Rean let out a long sigh. Emboldened by his reaction, Alisa proceeded to quicken her pace, slow lashes of her tongue became longer slower lick ,as she attempted to clean his member, taste as much of the residue of their joining off of him.

Rean felt that he was in heaven once more, the feeling of Alisa's tongue, her cool saliva cleaning him making him moan in joy. He doesn't know where or how she learned this from, and frankly couldn't care as sparks of pleasure ignited around his manhood. After several seconds, the moan took a louder noise when Alisa forwent further licks and instead took his member into her mouth, her velvety lips surrounding his tip as she attempted to swallow him, taking him as far back to the back of her throat as her tongue lashed and swirled around his length, reaching every corner of its surface to clean him. Back and forth, her head bobbed down his cock, taking it as far back to her throat as she could without gagging, sucking, licking tasting it in ways that drove the swordsman mad. Instinctively, Rean's hands clasped the bedsheets as his eyes shut to enjoy the sensation and he began to shake and buck his hips in tandem to Alisa's sucking. With each movement, she could feel his member growing harder and harder.

Once she felt that Rean had become hard enough she released her mouth from him, eliciting a frustrated groan from him. Sighing at his reaction, Alisa pressed her face to the member, his length resting on her cheek, allowing her to feel his manhood beginning to throb in anticipation, his strength returning to him. With a smile, she gave one last long lick to his glans then proceeded with the next step. Gripping her own breasts by the sides, Alisa pressed her mammaries together before moving forward and placing Rean's newly hardened prick in the valley of her cleavage. Rean hissed at the new soft sensation enveloping him, while Alisa marveled at feeling his wet but hot member on her chest, feeling it throb right over her chest against her heartbeat.

Slowly, she began to move, pressing her breasts to keep him in the middle before taking an experimental movement upwards. Thanks to the coating of her saliva over his member thanks to her previous oral work, it slid along with her easily without resistance, the feeling of her cool saliva contrasted with the heat radiating from her chest, making the sensation all the more vivid to her. Soon she hastened her pace, her breasts traveling up and down his length, the friction from the movement giving a comfortable heat to both of them. Soon, Rean began to rock his hips forwards in tandem to her thrusts, the momentary shifting of his member inside her valley sending a pleasuring heat to her core. With each movement, she could feel his member growing harder, stiffer, larger soon reaching the same size at when it had pierced her. Seeing the tip protruding even when she brought her chest to it's peak, the heiress' tongue immediately shot out towards it.

Rean had thrown his head back at that. The softness of Alisa's chest enveloping his length while her tongue lashed against his tip, the contrast of her warm mouth and cool saliva lashing against his sensitive member. The assault overwhelmed his senses, as his body demanded he feel nothing else besides the ministrations of his lover's tongue and chest on that spot. Not willing to remain idle he continued to buck his hips in rhythm with Alisa's ministrations, which only heightened the stimulation. Thoughtlessly, he brought his right hand back down to Alisa's head, massaging her scalp in contrast to the fevered movements of his hips which only spurred the blonde on to hasten her movements even more, pumping and licking his member with abandon. The pressure built inside him with each motion, growing, building, pulsating until he reached the brink.

"A-Alisa, I'm going too...!" Rean barely groaned out a warning.

In response, Alisa once more captured his member in her mouth, her lips surrounding his tip as his release came. His seed surged out and into the heiress' waiting mouth who then with all her might proceeded to remain in place and try and swallow the load. After several seconds she could feel it still surging forth as she attempted to contain it all before releasing him as she felt it was too much, just barely managing to keep her mouth shut to swallow what she could as the slight remainder spilled onto her chest. With some effort, she swallowed the remaining seminence that landed in her mouth. Once finished, she took several deep breaths before looking up to see Rean who was equally short on breath.

Wiping her mouth on her hand, Alisa than made a slow deliberate show as she collected what residue of his release landed on her breasts with her fingers before licking her fingers clean, making Rean shiver at the sight. "That's two for two, guess we're even."

"Yeah, " Rean absently replied. "Suppose so."

After several seconds to recollect his strength, Rean stood from the bed before crouching down to Alisa's side and picked her up in a bridal carry, which made the heiress smile as she allowed him to pick her up. "Think that's enough for now. What do you say we both get cleaned up."

"For now? My, does the Ashen Chevalier want to clean me up in preparation for the next round?" Alisa teasingly asked as she wrapped her arms around Rean's neck as she pressed against her. "Or were you hoping that we'd go for a third round in the shower?"

"Don't tempt me." Rean playfully replied as he attempted to open the door to the bathroom.

Smiling at him, Alisa shifted herself until her lips were by his ear. "Remember when I told you how I touched myself while fantasizing about you." She whispered in a tone that made Rean's spine tingle. "I did it right there in the shower." She exclaimed while shifting her gaze to to the stall once he had ,miraculously managed to shut the door.

It was a great miracle that Rean didn't drop the woman in his arms at that point. He would also deny any eagerness that thought filled him when asked.

The two spent a long time in the shower after that.

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And there you have it. Took me a little over two weeks to get make this. Was not originally planning on it to be this long, seriously, at 16K+ words it took the crown from the Rean x Sara lemon I wrote 3 months ago as longest thing I've ever written. I'm aware that longer doesn't equal better, but you all know my policy is that the actual erotic part has to be the longest part of the lemon so yeah.

Whelp, took me 3 months to finally start writing again but hopefully I can stay in the groove. Hoping to atleast get lemons for Fie and Laura out so that I will have written lemons for each of the original Class VII girls before the end of this year. Will probably start on the next lemon next week after the weekend, if writer's block and laziness don't decide to pay me a visit.

In hindsight, I realized that with Kuro coming out that it might have made more sense to make a Rean x Fie Lemon before it released. Ah well, no crying over spilled milk and I'll hopefully get to Fie eventually. God did she fill out so well...

Speaking of Kuro, please don't give any spoilers regarding any games after Cold Steel 4 since I'm waiting to play them myself. Fuck whoever decided to take so long with localizing Reverie, waiting another two years will be torture. Kuro(or whatever they'll decide to name it once it's localized) will probably have finished it's arc by then, even if those rumors of it turning out to be a trilogy is true.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me. Please read and review, and pray that I don't succumb to writer's block since I'm hoping to atleast have lemons for Laura and Fie ready before this year ends. But remember, NO FLAMES ALLOWED!