I almost didn't write anything today, but Levy insisted I keep up with it. It's not that I didn't want to, just that I've been a little… distracted.

I suppose I should start at the beginning, and describe how today was a day of nothing much getting done while simultaneously containing massive developments.

When we woke up, it wasn't to the bright rays of the rising sun, but to the pitter patter of rain falling on the tent.

One of us waking up usually wakes up the other, so Levy and I both rubbed the sleep out of our eyes as we stared at the roof of our tent.

"I guess the bath will have to wait a bit," Levy said as she stretched. I tried not to stare too hard at the way her stretches emphasized her chest.

"It doesn't sound too hard," I argued. "Sure, we'll get wet, but we'd probably be fine if we just kept working through it."

But Levy shook her head. "'Probably' is too much of a risk. The portal opens in just a couple days. If either of us gets sick it could set us back an entire week."

"That's… a good point," I admitted.

"Besides," she continued, "there's not much to do besides make more things out of clay, which is hard to do with the rain preventing it from drying. Our tent is the only place protected from the weather and I am not bringing clay in here."

"Alright, alright, we'll stay in here until it stops raining," I relented. "It just feels like a waste of time."

"Well, why don't we do some planning then?" Levy replied. She spun to face me, sitting cross legged on top of her sleeping bag. The movement caused her skirt to flutter, and I caught a flash of white and yellow stripes.

"With the tub all but completed, we've more or less finished up the first major project," Levi said. "We still need to pick up some stuff when the portal opens, but we have our basic hygiene needs met. So we should decide what to work on next."

"Uhh, right," I replied, dragging my focus back to the conversation. If she noticed that she had flashed her panties, she didn't show it. I mirrored her position, facing her. The tent wasn't very big, certainly not big enough for either of us to stand, so sitting there staring at each other was the only option besides laying down.

"Last night I was thinking maybe we could make a house," I said. "Or at least a little hut. The walls can be made with bricks easily enough, but I have no idea what to do for the roof."

Levy frowned as she considered it. "We could make tiles out of clay, but we don't have anything to put them on. We can't just make one big clay roof either. Even if we had a way to bake it, it would be way too heavy and would collapse under its own weight. We don't have a steady supply of wood or anything either…" She trailed off, brow furrowed.

"Could you make 'Wood' or something with your magic, and we can use that as like support beams to place smaller clay tiles on?"

"...maybe," she said after a moment of consideration. "It depends on how big it is. I can only stretch a single word so long before it's no longer legible. But maybe if I made a really big word and we chopped it up, like the bricks."

"That would open up a lot of options," I said. "It would just be a matter of finding the most efficient word and size. We do have an ax. Though we don't have a hammer or any nails."

"Those would be easy to get once the portal opens though, right?" Levy asked. "Though maybe we should look into forging our own nails instead. Unfortunately, beyond knowing the composition of iron, I don't really know much about smelting metal."

"We'll pick up some nails for now and also grab some books on it or something," I said. "Or, if we get some credits, I can Template Stack a blacksmith or something."

Levy frowned at that. "Do you think that's a good idea? Don't we have a lot of other things we should get first?"

"Depends on the blacksmith," I mused. "Though it would definitely lock me into that role, and I'm not sure if that's where I want to be. Then again, I can't think of a lot of women blacksmith characters. Plenty of engineers and other kinds of crafters, but not many who work with metal directly. That might be a good role for me to pick up."

"Let's not make that decision so early," Levy suggested. "When we get more people you can always Template Stack that same blacksmith onto one of them. But you're the central figure. I, and any others you get, will all be looking at you."

It was kind of weird to hear Levy talk so nonchalantly about that side of our situation, the side where I was essentially expected to build a harem of useful mind controlled women. Levy is a good person, or she was, and it seemed at odds. Then again, that was what the catalog promised. "Even the purest of heart can find themselves seduced by the power to turn any enemy into a friend."

"So I should take some kind of managerial power?" I asked.

"I don't think you should take any Template Stacks until we have more people and a better idea of where your talents lie and what we need," she clarified.

I sighed, but didn't disagree. "Either way, in the short term, learning to do it the old fashioned way is our best bet. We'll have to pick up a ton of reference material when the portal opens."

"Yes please," Levi replied immediately, causing me to grin and chuckle at her open enthusiasm for even dry technical literature.

We spent the rest of the morning creating a shopping list for when the portal opens. I have it saved in another note file, so I'm not gonna bother putting it here. It's mostly a bunch of construction equipment, hygiene stuff, and books. Oh, and food. Blapples are good, but they're already starting to get boring.

Though speaking of blapples, it was the rumbling of our stomachs that drew my attention to the fact that half the day had passed but the rain wasn't letting up.

"I'll just pop out to grab a couple of blapples real quick," I said as I shifted to my knees and shuffled to the front of the tent. I paused, the movement bringing another bodily function to the forefront of my mind. "And use the bathroom."

Levy grimaced. "I kinda need to do that too. You get the fruit, bring them in here, and wait for me to be done."

"The blapples," I corrected her.

"The as-of-yet unnamed fruit," she insisted, not appreciating my excellent naming sense. I might have overplayed how accepting she was of the name before. So far she had refused to call them blapples.

I rolled my eyes but decided not to push it. "We'll do your plan then," I replied, getting us back on topic. Then I unzipped the front of the tent and scrambled out of it.

The rain really wasn't that bad. It was falling at a steady rate, but the raindrops themselves weren't very heavy. I could barely feel them hitting my clothes, and I felt the wet more than the splat when they hit my skin. It wasn't cold either, just a pleasant cool temperature.

"Keep moving!" Levy insisted as I stopped in front of the entrance to feel the rain. I felt a light push on my back, forcing me forward a step as Levy exited the tent behind me and rushed to the 'bathroom'.

I carefully didn't look her way and casually walked to the tree. The blapple tree was weird. It would grow up to five fruits, and so long as they weren't picked, they'd stay perfectly ripe. But if you picked one, it would very suddenly rot almost exactly a full day after being picked, and a new one would grow in a different spot on the tree.

It was definitely some magic bullshit rather than natural growth patterns, but it was the main thing keeping us alive, so I wouldn't complain. Too bad they took six months to grow. I hoped to have a better source of food long before then.

I thought about all of that as I looked up in the tree, looking for the most conveniently placed fruit. None of them were positioned so that they could be reached from the ground. In fact, none of them ever have been. I wonder if that's intentional…

Either way, I had to climb up the tree again to grab them. I was already used to that, but the branches were wet, so I took extra care that time. I hauled myself up to a sitting position on my usual branch and reached for two blapples.

Hopping down with blapples in hand, I bring them back to the tent. I'm still walking slowly, enjoying the feeling of the rain, and despite it not raining very hard, I'm starting to get pretty wet. The shoulders of my shirt were sticking to me and my jeans were feeling heavy with water.

Levy, on the other hand, was more eager to get out of the rain. She rushed past me, slowing down only to grab the blapples from my hand, and ducked into the tent. "The first thing we're building is an outhouse!" Levy shouted from inside the tent, causing me to chuckle.

I made my way to the hole to take care of my own business. Normally we use a canteen to wash our hands, but this time I just held the out in front of me as the rain slowly dripped on them, giving them a scrub once they were wet enough.

"What are you doing?" Levy shouted from the tent after about a minute of this, front flap open as she watched me. "Hurry up, the rain is getting in!"

"And it feels really nice so I want to take a moment and enjoy it," I called back.

"You're going to get sick!"

"Nah, it's nice and warm out, it'll be fine." I held my hand out to her. "Come on and join me! It really does feel great, and it's better than being cooped up in the tent all day."

Levy hesitated, indecision clear on her face. I just spread my arms and turned my face up towards the sky, hoping to get as much rain on me as possible. I wasn't thinking about the aftermath, or the consequences. All that mattered was the soothing feeling of rain on my skin.

I heard the rustling of movement from the tent and looked back down to see Levy coming back out of the tent, blapples in hand. "It does feel nice," she admitted as she walked over to me and handed me a blapple. "And I guess a little bit won't hurt."

"That's the spirit!" I reassured her with a grin as I took a bite from the fruit. She smiled back and started eating her own fruit.

We ate in silence, just standing there in the open with rain slowly soaking us. But unlike the previous instances of awkward silence, this one felt… companionable. We were just quietly enjoying a nice moment together.

It was surreal, really. The rain covered the entire sky. Our little island in the sky was the only disruption to the falling rain as far out as I could see. It reminded me of how strange this situation was, but it was also beautiful, in a way.

It could have used some background music though.

"So we should get started on washing the bathtub, right?" I said when I finished eating, throwing the seed in the crate for storage along with the rest. "The rain has probably done some, but it's gonna need some elbow grease."

"What happened to 'just a little while'?" Levy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, this is the closest thing either of us has had to a shower, and just between you and me? One of us really needs it." I smirked at her and gave her a wink.

Her eyes widened even as the corners of her lips rose into a smile. "You did not just go there."

I crossed my arms and made myself look smug. "I didn't specify which one of us it was, if that upsets you, that's on you."

She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment, thinking. Then she smiled, her expression becoming innocent. Which, honestly, was a massive warning of incoming danger.

"You're right," she said. "You really could use a bath."

Before I could react she raised her hand, fingertip glowing, and in a blur of motion the familiar form of 'WATER' appeared. But rather than falling to the ground or into a container like normal, it rushed towards me.

I remember a loud smacking sound, a rush of cold, and a surprisingly stiff push that sent me reeling back a few steps, leaving me disoriented. I sputtered, spitting water out of my mouth as I regained my bearings. I looked down at myself. I had just been wet before, but now I was soaked, my shirt plastered to my chest. Even my socks had gotten wet.

I looked up at Levy to find her wearing the biggest and most satisfied grin I had even seen from her, finger still outstretched. She looked extremely satisfied, and I felt my cheeks pull into a smile as well.

"So that's how you wanna play it?" I asked.

"Is there something wrong?" Levy replied in an over-the-top innocent tone.

"No, no, not at all," I said, walking back over to the crate. "In fact, that was very helpful. Here, let me return the favor!"

I didn't have any magic, but what I did have were the clay pots we finished last night and placed next to the crate. Due to the rain, they were half full of water, so I quickly grabbed the closest one and threw the contents of it at her before she could react.

She let out a yelp of surprise and tried to jump back, but she was too slow and her entire torso and face were drenched in water. She gaped at me, angry and amusement growing on her face in equal measures as her hair dripped. "Oh it is on mister!"

I ducked away as her finger started glowing again, rushing to the other side of the tree. I didn't make it before I felt a rush of water smack into my back this time, but I was able to get to the pond, scoop my pot in there, and throw the resultant water at her, getting her even more soaked.

What followed was a battle of watery projectiles. Levy was far more agile than I was, reminding me that she was a mage used to combat and able to fight alongside people like Natsu and Grey. But she also had the advantage of being able to produce water wherever she was, where I was stuck defending the shores of the pond so I could gather more ammunition.

Levy definitely gained the upper hand over time though. We both telegraphed our throws, her having to take the time to write it and me winding back my arms, but she had two advantages. First, she had a lot more movement of freedom, and I had to be careful not to leap into the pond.

Second, she was a dirty cheater. She could throw her 'WATER' through the air, but it didn't have to follow a straight line. In fact, there was an awful lot she could do with it. She could lob it, make it curve, make it lose cohesion early so it spread out over a big enough area that I couldn't dodge it, and more. There was even a time where she just made it gigantic and even just one of the letters hitting me bowled me over.

I honestly have no idea how long we played around like that. Between being focused on splashing and not getting splashed, and the layer of clouds obscuring the sun, I completely lost track of time. It was definitely at least twenty minutes, and probably not more than a couple hours?

It doesn't matter. Eventually we got tired and had to stop to take a breather. My arms felt too heavy to keep holding up the pot, so I bent over to put it down. And then standing up felt like too much effort so I just turned around and laid down instead, looking up at the sky as rain fell on my face.

"Come on, get up," Levy called from where she was standing. "You're going to pass out if you lay down like that."

I groaned, but I knew she was right. I ran track in middle school and my coach back then said the same thing. Something about blood flow or something. I forced myself up, my body already aching and tired. But I felt refreshed in an odd way.

"Your back is covered in grass now," Levy commented from behind me, tone amused.

I shrugged. "Easy fix," I said as I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. The weight of the water made it difficult with the way the shirt was sticking to me, but soon I had it off and in my hands.

I gave the shirt a good shake, trying to get the worst of the grass off before brushing the remainder of it. It was still dirty, with streaks of brown and green from when I hit the ground, but it was the best I could do without a proper wash. "Normal soap won't hurt clothing, right Levy?"

I grabbed the clay pot and walked over to the crate to put it back before I started squeezing my shirt dry, trying to get most of the moisture out.

Then, realizing I hadn't heard Levy reply, I looked up at her. "Levy?"

"Huh?" she blurted out. Her eyes snapped up to meet my own, and I realized she had been staring at my naked chest.

Before, during my normal life, I had a short attention span, jumping from one hobby to another. I've tried a lot of things in my life, from musical instruments to different sports. I spent six months blowing my allowance on Magic the Gathering cards and then the next four months saving it up to get a new bike that I rode on three times before moving on to the next thing.

As a teen, enough of those things were physical to put me in an okay shape. I wasn't built like the football players, but I had some definition in my muscles. And the one girlfriend I had back then admitted that it was those muscles that first caught her eye.

So I started working out then, equating muscles to the ability to attract girls. Which was shallow and childish, really. But I was a dumb teen who was dating a pretty girl who said she liked my barely there muscles. It went straight to my head of course.

We ended up breaking up a few months later because of… well, various unfun reasons. But I kept working out. Somehow, amid my plethora of hobbies, I kept at that one. Probably because I didn't dedicate much time to it. I had a few cheap dumbbells and a pullup bar and that was it. I'd do 30 minutes of work out every day or two, just enough to not lose progress really, and then move on. I ended up realizing how dumb it was to try to get ripped just to get girls, but it felt weird if I didn't work out, so I kept at it.

All of this is a long winded way to say that I did actually have some muscle definition, and that I had just caught Levy staring at my abs. Which reminded me of the situation, how she was my 'companion' and everything that normally entailed. And how she was soaked, which made her hair a mess, sticking to her face. How her orange-yellow dress clung to her body, the thin fabric just a little transparent and clinging to her curves. The way she was blushing and refusing to meet my eyes until they did on accident as she realized I was staring back at her, causing her to blush even harder.

Panicking, I quickly spun around. "Sorry, I guess we got carried away," I told her. "You can go ahead and dry off in the tent, you should have some privacy in there. I'll just wait out here, maybe get started washing the tub."

I don't hear anything except the beating of my heart and the gentle spattering of the rain for a long time. I just stood there, back to her, waiting. And just as I was about to speak up again and make sure she heard me, I finally heard her move.

Though she didn't move towards the tent. Rather, I heard her doing something that I couldn't figure out at first. I heard odd sliding noises followed by dull wet slaps. I had a suspicion then, but I told myself it was just my imagination.

"Levy?" I called out again. "I can wait in the tent if you really want, but-"

"Roland," she cut me off. I snapped my mouth shut. "Turn around."

It's embarrassing to admit… but I hesitated. I had an inkling of what I would see and I had no idea how to deal with it. But another part of me, a larger part to be honest, was jumping at the chance to do exactly as she said because of that same reason.

So, with some internal conflict, I turned around, and saw exactly what I was suspecting.

Levy stood there, hands planted on her hips as she determinedly looked at me. And she was almost entirely naked. Her dress, including the two arm parts and the collar, was laying in a heap on the ground next to her, with her bra on top of it. She was still wearing her panties, which were patterned with vertical orange and white stripes, but not a single stitch of other clothing was to be found anywhere on her body.

I definitely ogled her, eyes tracing up her smooth legs to her hips. I stopped when I spotted the tattoo-like mark, the Stamp, on her lower stomach. In the center of it was my Emblem which at first glance I thought was a hexagon divided into three parts, but then I saw it was a square viewed at an angle with the edges defined by not being inked in.

And around my emblem was a design personalized to her. My emblem sat in the middle of, or in front of, an open book. Indecipherable text flowed onto the book from the left and flowed out of it on the right, almost looking like wings. At the bottom two ribbons hung down, giving the whole thing a vague womb shape.

After a moment, my gaze continued moving upwards, lingering on her moderately sized chest for a moment before looking at her face, which was determined but blushing.

"There is nothing to apologize for," she declared.

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"Just now, you turned away and said sorry," Levy clarified. "There's no need for you to be sorry. It's… it's perfectly okay for you to look at me like that. I want you to look at me like that."

I blinked as I took a moment to process that, and it must have shown on my face, because she sighed. In my defense, I was very distracted.

She relaxed her pose a bit and slowly walked towards me. "I appreciate your… consideration," she started as she got closer. "I would have been perfectly content if the first thing you did was ask me to strip naked and service you. That you didn't, that you've prioritized making progress, that you've made so much effort to get to know me first? They're good signs. It means you have patience, you have restraint, and you are considerate of others. And those are all good, important qualities, especially for this kind of situation."

She came to a stop right in front of me. I was acutely aware of how little space separated us, her boobs a couple inches away from the bare skin of my torso. I could see how stiff her nipples were, pale and pink. It struck me then just how short she was compared to me, since I was a head taller than her. But she looked up at me with fire in her eyes. "But…" she finished, trailing off.

I swallowed. "But?"

"But… you don't need to hesitate this much," she said. "I am yours. I was made to be yours. You own me, body, heart, and soul. I want nothing more than to be useful to you, in every way that I can. So… if you want me… take me."

It's hard for me to summarize my thoughts and feelings at that time. Partially because it was hours ago, and again, I was distracted. But mostly because I'm pretty sure that the way she whispered those last two words wiped any shred of thought from my mind.

I don't remember making a decision, or getting over my hesitation, or anything like that. I remember her saying those words, and the next thing I remember is the feeling of her body pressed against mine and the taste of her lips as I held her against me and kissed her.

What happened next is a little blurry, but I remember our kiss. Levy clung to me, her arms around my neck. Her lips were soft and sweet, and as our kiss deepend I felt her hot breath on my own.

I don't remember moving my hands, but I do remember the sudden sensation of her small but ever so soft ass cheeks. I gave them a good squeeze as we made out, enjoying the feeling of my fingers sinking into their softness, even partially obstructed by her panties as they were.

I lifted her up so we could kiss easier, her legs wrapped around my back as her lower body pressed against me. But I quickly realized my arms were much too tired to hold her up like that for long, so I turned and took a few steps so I could place her on top of the closed crate.

In that position her head wasn't so far below me and she was much easier to kiss. My hands were also free to roam her body and they quickly gravitated to her chest.

Our lips separated as Levy gasped as my cold hands suddenly grabbed her breasts, fingers sinking into them, her nipples poking out between my fingers. I gave them a squeeze and she tightened her grip on me and let out a small muffled moan in response.

I still didn't have any real cohesive thoughts in my brain so far, I was just following my desires without restraint. And right then, all I wanted was to taste her nipple in my mouth. So I did exactly that, lowering my head to her chest and latching my mouth onto the skin of her left boob around her nipple. I then sucked in, creating tension, and started using my tongue to play with her nipple. All the while my other hand lightly pinched her other nipple, making sure to stimulate both.

This time her mouth opened when she moaned. "Roland," she called out in a husky tone. This caused me to double my efforts, focusing hard on her nipples, occasionally swapping which one I was sucking, as her moans spread across our little skyblock.

Soon, my attention demanded I moved on. I didn't get bored playing with her boobs. I don't think I could ever get bored of that, but my desire to explore more of her grew larger than the fun I was having with them.

I was thinking a bit clearer by that point, but I also had momentum. So when I separated from her, forcing her to let go of me with her legs, it was only so I could grab the hem of her panties and start pulling down.

She quickly realized what I wanted and helpfully closed her legs so they could slide down her legs. I felt my heart beating then and became very aware of the tightness in my pants as I slid the small garment down her sexy legs.

When they were off Levy didn't hesitate to smile at me and spread her legs invitingly. I stared at her pussy. It was different seeing something like that in person rather than on a screen, and I didn't hesitate to explore it with my fingers.

She shuddered as I ran my finger tips between her lower lips, teasing her. I then spread them open to get a closer look at the sensitive parts they hid. Below a patch of blue hair, just as soaked as the rest of her and pressed against her body, was a small red button.

Not being able to find or identify the clit was a common joke about men and sex that I heard a lot in middle to high school. I admit, I worried enough about it that I did a lot of research online. And no, I don't mean I watched a lot of porn. Well, not just that. But I also read articles and blogs about realistic sex.

Later, I felt silly for that. But in that moment I was grateful to my younger self as I was able to put that knowledge to use and I didn't do something dumb like try to shove my finger up her urethra. Instead I focused on stimulating her clit, gently pressing a fingertip against it and moving it in slow circles.

She responded to that pretty well, melting and moaning. She called my name out a few more times, sometimes adding instructions to press harder, or go faster. I did exactly as she said each time and was always rewarded with her ecstatic reaction.

I had no plans when I started playing with her like that, but at some point I realized that we were building up to a climax, and I was determined to make that happen. I was starting to get the hang of it then, no longer needing her instructions as much. Instead I started taking the initiative, picking up the pace and changing the pattern of how I moved, but all still focused on her clit.

Her cries melted into moans, no longer coherent words, as she leaned back on the crate. Her back arched, pushing her boobs out, as I played with her. Her legs were tense and kicking, and I could instinctually tell she was getting close.

I didn't let up and after just a few more moments she came. She let out a loud cry and nearly collapsed backwards as her arms gave out, only catching herself at the last minute. Her hips bucked and her legs shuddered and kicked.

And then it was over, and Levy lay back on the crate. Her chest heaved, rising up and falling down as she caught her breath.

All I remember thinking at that moment was that I had never seen anything more arousing.

My mind felt full of fuzz, but I clearly remember staring at her as I finally got naked as well, taking off my pants and the rest of my clothes, revealing my erection. I don't think I'd ever been so horny or hard in my life than in that moment.

I stepped closer to the crate and grabbed hold of Levy's legs. She looked at me then, eyes meeting mine for a moment before she looked down to where my cock was hovering right above her crotch, casting a shadow on the Stamp mark over her womb.

She looked up at me with a smile and nodded, reaching down to spread her lower lips open, and that was all the invitation I needed.

I lined myself up with her, the crate conveniently the perfect height for that, something I'm pretty sure isn't a coincidence, and then pushed my way into her tight entrance. I had to take it slow, because tight was the first word that came to mind, quickly followed by descriptors such as 'hot' and 'wet'.

Not exactly the most complicated description, I know. But it's accurate and my mind was a little too preoccupied to weave complex narratives about how good it felt to stick my dick into her.

I pushed as deep into her as I could before stopping, partially because it looked like she needed a minute and partially because I was dangerously close to cumming already. I knew real life wasn't porn and that I wouldn't last long, but I wanted to do better than just sticking it in.

Once Levy's breathing calmed down and she seemed more comfortable, and once I felt a little further from the edge, I started making small thrusts into her. Levy let out a drawn out but quiet moan, encouraging me to move faster.

Soon I was thrusting fast enough that her boobs bounced lightly with every thrust. My eyes latched on to them, the way they swayed enticing me. Levy noticed and smiled at me, giving me a wink.

I was quickly approaching my limit though, and while Levy was enjoying it I could tell she wasn't going to orgasm before I did. But that was part of why I made her cum before I started. I may have been a virgin, but I knew better than to leave my partner unsatisfied. Still, I wanted it to feel as good for her as possible, so I started picking up the pace.

Yes, that did just make me cum faster as well. It's like when you're running out of gas on the highway. You just floor it and hope to get as far as you can. And it worked. Levy desperately held on to the sides of the crate as I pounded into her, my breath coming heavy as my chest heaved at the exertion. All I could feel was the heat and the way her inner walls gripped me and my quickly approaching orgasm.

All too soon I felt myself cross that tipping point. I had a single moment to decide what to do, and I made my choice. I thrust into her as hard as I could two more times before pulling out. Just in time too, as soon as I let her wet folds my dick twitched and my balls churned as I started to cum.

I thrust my hips forward a few times as I came, rubbing my dick against her groin as my cum shot out to cover her lower stomach. A good bit of it landed on the Stamp, which felt extremely appropriate to me.

I was regaining some mental clarity after cumming. Levy also looked like she was calming down a bit, though she was breathing just as heavily as I was. Our eyes met and… I don't know how to describe it. I just knew that we were thinking the same thing. It wasn't anything supernatural or anything, but we felt connected in a way I've never felt before. I could tell that the love and happiness I felt was perfectly shared by her.

Then the moment passed and we were two distinct people again. Levy pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked down at her stomach. "You got me all dirty," she commented, but she sounded amused rather than upset. "You could have cum inside, you know?"

"I know," I replied. I knew I didn't need to pull out. It wasn't even a panic thing. I remembered her mentioning the birth control spell thing. No, I just weighed it in my head if I wanted the feeling of filling her up or the sight of her covered in my semen, and in that moment I decided on the latter. And, seeing her run a finger through the cloudy and thick liquid, I had no regrets.

"Sorry I couldn't make you cum at the end," I said.

She looked up at me and shook her head. "It's fine, you took care of me first, so I don't mind." She then gave me a small smile that I can only describe as 'coquettish'. "But if you really feel bad about it, I don't mind if you want to practice with me."

I let out a laugh. "Well, I'm not going to say no to that."

Suffice to say, we didn't get any work done today at all. We weren't fucking constantly, but only because the human body has limits. We had to stop to hydrate, wait for me to be able to get hard again, and just restore our flagging stamina.

But I've put Sexual Calibration at the top of my purchase list. It's only two credits, and it'll be so worth it.

Looks like Levy fell asleep while I was writing this, naked and covered in my cum on top of her sleeping bag. The sun has gone down, but it's still raining. Honestly I got a lot more detailed with this than I intended to, but just remembering it brought all those feelings back and the words just flowed. Though if I'm going to keep at this journal, I might want to consider a bluetooth keyboard or something. Typing on my phone sucks.

And with that, I'll see you tomorrow.

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AN: And the lewds are finally here. Well, I say finally, but it doesn't feel like that long for how I'm writing Roland. But I've had this idea with the rain in my head ever since I first rolled to see when/how long/how hard it would rain. And unlike my normal protagonists, it wasn't him trying to seduce her, but instead her getting him over that hump of hesitance. I also tried to make it a bit more 'realistic' than normal. Still not completely so, because closer. Once he gets Sexual Calibration, a lot of those concerns go away.