Quick thing: thanks, BloodedgetheReaper2113 for favoriting! It's great to have you on board! I'm very grateful to know that I have your support. Thanks, Kayonn for following! Welcome aboard! I hope you enjoy your reading of Times Change! Thanks, Kizrock94 for following! I'm glad to have you aboard!
Quick announcement: before we get into the section in which I respond to what you've said in your wonderful reviews, there's something I'd like to say myself.
This will be the final chapter of what I'm now calling Times Change's 'first season'. Additionally, this chapter will bring a close to the Surfacing Arc; what a time it's been, huh?
We've seen the introductions of a few characters who are familiar to us and one who we aren't all that familiar with, not yet at least. We've seen how things play out from a few different perspectives, and numerous things have indeed surfaced throughout the course of this story arc; of course, there are more matters that will inevitably surface, and we'll see plenty more introductions, and even some conclusions over the course of Times Change's narrative.
I suppose what I'm trying to say through all of this is "thank you". To those of you who've followed, favorited, or both followed and favorited, to those of you who've left reviews for me to read – whether you're a regular or someone who pops in every once in a while and offers thoughts that're on your mind – or if you're someone who's just silently following along, thank you so very much. You lovely people give this humble narrator a purpose.
With that little (or less than little) announcement out of the way, let's buckle in and get ready. As we always do around this time, let's jump straight into the section where I respond to your lovely reviews. I don't see any reasons as to why we shouldn't rush in with all due haste. Without further ado, here we go!
whwsms: the goal with the previous chapter (or chappy as another reviewer refers to them as, a term I've become quite fond of myself, if I haven't already made that clear enough) was to have something of a hybrid between what I'll call "lemonade lite", narrative advancement, character introductions and character development. With Floris being thrown into an unfamiliar environment and adjusting quite quickly to said environment due in part to the fact that those who she was introduced to are obviously open-minded and accepting individuals. Floris's intoxication is also (likely) partially responsible for the courage she displayed when introduced to a new, unfamiliar setting and new, unfamiliar people.
Your guess is absolutely correct. There's something we still need to go over before we can switch perspectives. There's still some lemonade left within our pitcher; lemonade which needs to be slowly but surely poured into the glass that is this piece's narrative. The Kamijous departed from the Grand Kingdom park a bit earlier than expected for a reason, no?
Short and simple is sometimes just as efficient as long and complicated; I think having a mix of both makes for a hearty narrative broth. As always, it's great to know that I'm able to continually gain your approval, friend! I hope to be able to consistently do so, through subsequent chapters.
321jaz: and here we see a wild chappy in its natural habitat. Let's approach slowly and quietly, as not to startle it. Oh… wow. Look at it move about… oh, look! It's grazing… it must be hungry.
Oh dear, it's coming right at us! It's charging! Run, run! RUN!
I'm also aware that was terribly unfunny. I hope that… whatever that was amused you at the very least.
Yup! I intended from the beginning for part one to bleed directly into part two; part two won't be bleeding into this chappy, however. This chappy's subject matter will be a little bit different, and we'll be turning back to another perspective, the one which we started with, and then to another which we've previously seen, albeit briefly.
I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed reading about the interactions between the Kamisato Faction's members! I certainly enjoyed writing about them, and I wouldn't mind touching upon the Faction again before this piece's narrative comes to a close.
Catch your drift I do! I know exactly what you're referring to, friend; you'll just have to wait and see how that goes, we all will. As always, reading on will be necessary. If another Faction does indeed end up forming in another time and in another place, will it end up being something like the Kamisato Faction found here? Perhaps it'll be a bit different, or entirely different. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?
I can confirm that Karasuma Fran did indeed end up returning to the Faction; it seems that she just couldn't stay away, especially considering the fact that "Bunny Grey" seems to be just as fond of Fran as Fran is of her. The details of how exactly Fran ended up returning to the Kamisato Faction will be explored a bit later in the narrative; there's a good chance that we haven't seen the last of the Kamisato Faction, or the last of Floris for that matter.
Floris isn't the only former member of New Light who has horror stories regarding everyone's favorite tailed maiden to share. There's a good chance that you'll end up hearing a few more, though they'll be coming from more than one set of lips, being detailed to some different individuals. Who's to say that Lessar herself doesn't talk freely about her own 'sexcapades'?
Actually, our perspective will be shifting away from Floris and the Kamisato Faction, and back to another family, and then to another in fact; fret not, though! The previous chappy more than likely won't be the last that we'll see of the Faction. Keep hope alive, as they say, and read on.
In a certain bedroom, within a certain home in Japan's capital, Tokyo, northwest of that city's Bay, a couple who'd been married far longer than Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Misaki had spoken in hushed tones.
On the right side of the large bed, with the floral-patterned sheets pulled up to her collarbone, and a paperback novel clutched in her hands, her vision was glued to its pages. Kamijou Shiina laid quietly, her head propped up against the left shoulder of her husband, Kamijou Touya, who'd forsaken the bed's sheets, allowing his wife to cocoon herself.
"My, my; do you feel that too?"
"Hm?"
"Surely you feel the pressure too; or perhaps this is just something only a mother knows. I think that our son and our daughter-in-law are becoming mischievous. Might we have a grandchild soon?"
If keeping their hands off one another in the relatively open space of "the Grand Kingdom" had been something that was difficult to accomplish – and it certainly had been – then keeping their hands off one another within the darkened rear seat of a taxi was a task that was nearly impossible to accomplish. Both parties awkwardly fidgeted and more than once, Touma's free hand nearly found itself grabbing at his wife's form.
Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Misaki had seated themselves on opposite sides of the back seat, seatbelts buckled around their respective forms, with the tiny former Magic God Othinus between them, seated respectfully with her little legs beneath her posterior. Her "jailer's" left hand was rested protectively over her form, acting as a makeshift seatbelt. On top of her husband's own, the palm of Misaki's right hand was set.
Though he didn't speak much, the taxi's driver was clearly having a good time. An upbeat tune, one whose lyrics spoke of the "good things" in life, such as expensive beverages, expensive yachts and expensive tropical getaways played softly over the cab's speakers. The vehicle's driver, a young man of North American descent, seemingly only in his mid twenties bobbed his head repeatedly, falling perfectly in line with the subtle thumps of the song's bass.
Down a sparsely-populate highway in Academy City's eighth school district the taxi drove at a brisk speed. The ride was a smooth one; the darkened road beneath the vehicle's wheels was without even a single pothole, and lacked even a singular bump. There seemed to be nothing in terms of roadway hazards; the highway's guardrails glowed brightly beneath the light of the moon, partly golden in coloration; the portions of the guardrails that were darkly colored didn't glow quite as much as their brightly-colored counterparts.
"What do you think Index is up to? Asleep probably? Last Order sounded absolutely trashed on the phone. Also, what was that music they, or she was listening to? I think I heard something about a "Starman?"
Misaki smiled when her husband broke admittedly comfortable silence. Beneath their hands, with the side of her face resting against the top of her "co-jailer's" hand, Othinus had fallen into a light slumber. The tiny former Magic God quietly snored, as her little chest rhythmically rose and fell.
"She could be," Misaki spoke in response. "Alternatively, she could still be awake and getting into some sort of trouble with that devil Last Order. I am truly glad that Index has such a close friend to spend time with and to grow with, they always did have this natural click about them. Did you see it as well when we were younger? Of course, we hardly had the time to pay attention to such wholesome things. As for a "Starman", I am not quite certain myself."
Touma's vision turned to the window near him, before he turned back to face his beloved. In the opposite window, he could see the golden colors of Academy City's illuminated structures being reflected; great billboards, even greater high rise structures, and the changing hues of stoplights.
"That makes two of us. They always were close. It's great that Fremea ended up getting close with them too; things weren't always so easy for any of us, beautiful, especially not for her. Life kicked the whole bunch of us in the ass and it kicked us hard. It's nice how they have a tightly-knit little circle of friends."
"Little Fremea. Sweet, innocent little Fremea. If she did not have such superb anchors I would be concerned for where she would have ended up," Misaki spoke. "I wonder sometimes, Touma. About she and her sister's parents. Did they… were they…? Or were Fremea and her sister abandoned children? Perhaps they do not even know."
Touma shook his head, offering his wife a facial expression that she interpreted as meaning "I don't know".
"She never said anything about it. Maybe Fremea knows and just doesn't want to talk about it? Can't say I'd blame her. if I'd been in her predicament I probably wouldn't have wanted to say anything about it either. I'd probably just want to leave it be and try not to think about it that much, you know?"
"I do know."
For the briefest of moments, a look of melancholy had appeared on the delicate features of Kamijou Misaki's face. Though Misaki had quickly shrugged it off, returning her facial expression to one of contentment, Touma wasn't dense; in the present he had no reason to pretend to be, either. He leaned inwards, and raised an eyebrow.
"Aside from tragic circumstances that couldn't have been prevented I guess some people just aren't cut out to be parents. Some people just don't know what they're doing, and some people are just selfish. I can't say I hate a lot of people; I can count the people I can say that I hate on one hand, but I do hate some people. Beautiful, is that a dick thing to say? I don't want to sound like a dick."
Kamijou Misaki wasn't about to defend them. "Speak freely, husband. My own distaste gravitates in either direction, and likely matches your own in its extremity. They are 'parents' in name only and nothing more. It is not a subject that I would like to bog what remains of our evening down with, however; let us focus on happier things, hm?"
"Sounds good to me, beautiful. Sounds great to me."
A comfortable silence returned, falling over the married couple like a soft, warm sheet. For the remainder of their ride through Academy City's eighth school district, and then through part of its seventh, both Kamijou Misaki and Kamijou Touma simply basked in one another's respective presences, enjoyed the sights of Academy City bathed in the night's darkness around them, and absorbed the positive, upbeat music that played over the taxi's speaker system.
Finally, after what only seemed like a few minutes of time spent on the remainder of their commute, the taxi came to a gentle halt before the Kamijous' apartment complex.
Instantaneously, Touma leaned forward of his own accord; his vision searched for and eventually landed upon the small electronic box mounted upon the vehicle's dashboard. A series of numbers were displayed, bright green in coloration, with a small yen symbol to the numbers' left. ¥5,571.37 would be the married couple's fee.
"Hey, do you guys take debit?"
"Yuh huh."
Placed next to the area where the vehicle's ashtray would've been, a rather bulky-looking device was handed back by the vehicle's driver to Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Misaki, the former of whom passed the device to the latter. Finances made the Imagine Breaker's Bearer's brain hurt.
Kamijou Misaki performed the "dirty deed", and then handed the device back to the taxi's driver before she placed her bank card back into her purse, from where she'd retrieved it.
"Everythin' checks out my dudes, and my… erm, my mini-dude. Y'all 'ave a good night now. Thanks for partyin' with Golden Line Services and all that. Man, my dudes I need a drink. One more hour my dudes, one more hour…"
"Not a heavy drinker myself," Touma remarked.
"Neither am I. Still, if that is what you enjoy then by all means enjoy it. Responsibly of course," Misaki added.
The taxi's driver nodded his head enthusiastically, causing his dark, shaggy hair to bounce about. "Yeah, my dude! No drinkin' and drivin' man! That's not cool. Players who drink and drive can drink my pee."
Finding themselves amused by their eccentric driver, Kamijou Misaki and Kamijou Touma with Othinus in hand clambered out of the vehicle's back seat; Touma gently shut the vehicle's door behind him, ensuring that it was successfully locked in place, and that it had closed properly.
Their apartment complex was only some ten or fifteen feet away; the married couple's apartment itself was only a few floors above them.
The two looked to one another and nodded in a moment of raw mutual understanding.
The race was on. Practically bursting through the front entranceway's door, the married couple rushed to the lobby's elevator. Touma repeatedly jammed the nearest button that would call the elevator to the lobby, as Misaki lost all control. She grabbed at her husband's crotch before she forced herself to step away from him, taking slow, deep breaths.
"I feel like I am going to break," Misaki remarked. "You are the only person who could ever do this to me, Touma."
Touma seemed to be in a state of relative distress, himself. "It's taking all of my concentration not to do disgusting things to you right here and now."
After a period of tense waiting, an elevator came to the married couple's rescue. The shaft's doors split open, grinding and moaning as they did so. Kamijou Touma, with Othinus cupped in his hands, and Kamijou Misaki hurriedly stepped into the elevator car; Misaki commanded the car to travel to the floor on which their apartment was located by repeatedly jamming her right hand's index finger into the corresponding button on the elevator's panel.
Once the doors slid closed, and the elevator's car began to steadily rise, Misaki rubbed her form against her husband, softly, affectionately kissing his neck. Though his hands were occupied due to being used as a makeshift cot by the slumbering Othinus, Touma did his best to run his lips over his beloved's forehead, repeatedly leaving kisses behind; his wife adored each one, and each brought her further and further into her personal Heaven on Earth.
The elevator's doors slid open one final time, revealing the hallway of the floor on which the married couple's apartment was located. Both rushed towards their home's doorway as if they were being chased by some abomination from a deeply horrifying nightmare.
Misaki produced her keys and fiddled with the door's lock, eventually managing to slide her key in. Turning it to the side, she pushed the door open and nearly stumbled into she and her husband's home; her vision remained stable, but her very body felt tense, as if she was experiencing withdrawal symptoms.
In a manner of speaking, Misaki was. Throbbing, her womanhood ached, loudly demanding to be satisfied.
Before anything else would occur, there was something that had to be done, and both Kamijou Misaki and Kamijou Touma knew it.
Kicking off her footwear, Misaki looked to her lover and blushed, her right eyebrow raised a few inches higher than her left.
"We should probably pay the bathroom a visit, Touma; brush up."
Removing his own trainers, Touma produced a soft chuckle. "Uh huh. Definitely, let's scrub ourselves clean, beautiful."
The married couple did exactly that. Paying a visit to their home's bathroom, both Misaki and Touma shared the ornate, porcelain sink, thoroughly cleansing their respective mouths with their own toothbrushes, covered in wads of whitening toothpaste, and their own cups of water, which was obtained from the sink's faucet.
After thoroughly applying floss, and rinsing with mouthwash which was poured into their cups liberally, Kamijou Misaki looked to her husband, who had retrieved Othinus from the side of the tub; soft and protected from the cold porcelain surface by a folded-up carpet Touma had set there for her, the tiny fairy looked to be having some pleasant dream, as her lips had curled upwards, into a smile.
"I will be eagerly awaiting your arrival in our bedroom. You are still feeling up to having a little, ahem, quality time, no? If you are not, Touma, do not be afraid to speak up. I would not mind simply spending some more 'innocent' time with you as opposed to something less 'innocent'. Or we could do something separate from one another if that is what you are feeling like. Talk to me, husband, let me know what you want to do. There is no wrong answer, okay? Speak your heart to me."
Kamijou Touma softly kissed his beloved on her forehead, pushing her hair's fringe to the side with his left hand's fingers. "I know there isn't a wrong answer; I'd never have a reason to be afraid to say what's got to be said. I swear, beautiful. You know exactly what I want to do… if you want it that is. I want you, I want anything but to be apart from you… that didn't sound too clingy, did it?
"Okay here, I'll try something more alpha. You are NOT prepared; so, uh… erm… prepare yourself, beautiful. I hope you have your estate in order. That was terrible and I feel ashamed, as I should. Looks like it's this poor Kamijou-san who needs to have his estate in order."
Misaki closed the distance between herself and her husband. After finally kissing him on the lips, subsequently soothing an internal craving, Misaki spoke her own piece.
"Clingy"? No; do not try to be anyone but yourself, my Prince. I am in love with Kamijou Touma and Kamijou Touma alone. As for your "alpha" statement, I will 'prepare' myself indeed. You might need to do the same."
Winking at her husband, Kamijou Misaki took her leave from the apartment's bathroom, quite swiftly, and with an almost deadly-seeming purpose, hips seductively swaying from side to side. Kamijou Touma took his leave as well, though rather than heading straight to he and his lover's bedroom, he made a detour; cupped in the palms of his hands, Othinus had wrapped her tiny arms around her "jailer's" thumbs.
Coming to a stop before the miniature mansion that served as a home much more suited to Othinus' unique size, Touma cupped the tiny, former Magic God's form in his left hand as he lifted the mansion's roof away from its walls with his right.
Within the mansion, an almost innumerable series of rooms were revealed; these were merely the rooms on the highest floor of the mansion. Given that the mansion had many floors, there must've been hundreds of individual rooms; perhaps the packaging hadn't been lying after all.
He rested the mansion's roof against the floor, and then proceeded to pull back the ornate covers of the first bed he found within the mansion's highest floor; there was more than one luxuriously-decorated bedroom on the floor, and more than one self-sufficient, completely functional bathroom as well.
Gently placing Othinus' slumbering form within the bedding and then covering her up, Touma patted the top of the former Magic God's head with his index finger.
"Sleep tight, Othi-chan. We love you. See you in the morning."
Touma slid the mansion's roof back into place, as gently and as quietly as he could, hoping that he wouldn't wake the fairy that rested within, who was dreaming her little fairy dreams.
From the couch, Sphynx watched on. Quickly, however, the scene grew boring, especially once "the man" had taken his leave. The feline yawned and settled itself back into is perch on the backrest of the living room's couch, quietly purring to itself.
He quickly closed the distance between himself and the door that lead into he and his wife's bedroom, their paradise and their escape from the world around them, a place where two could become one.
Gently pushing the door open and looking into the room, Touma's vision moved from left to right. The scent of his wife's beauty products struck him head-on like a freight train barrelling into a boulder that'd been placed on its tracks. Travelling through his nostrils, the smell was intoxicating; Touma likened it to a cross between strawberries and green apples. He could almost drink the smell like the finest wine, if such a thing was possible, which unfortunately for Touma it simply wasn't.
For a moment he contemplated mixing together two different flavors of fruit punch, strawberry and green apple, with the goal of creating some drinkable abomination that would've made Dr. Frankenstein proud.
"Stay right there my Prince, don't come any closer; I have a surprise here for you. I will just need a few moments more to prepare it… I think you are going to be quite fond of what I have thrown together for you."
Closing his eyes, Kamijou Touma took a few steps back, and leaned against the outer wall of he and his beloved's paradise. Folding his arms across his chest, he felt a small grin tug at the sides of his face, his lips curling upwards to form it.
"Alright, beautiful. I'm waiting; just let me know when my surprise is ready."
For some few moments, Touma did exactly that. He patiently waited as the sounds of fabric being moved about became audible. Their bedroom's closet could be heard closing once, twice, and then a third time. He found enjoyment in simply listening to his beloved go about her business in their bedroom; the sound of her cute little feet pitter-pattering about sent shivers down Touma's spine, and the creaks of the floor brought Touma a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't quite explain.
"You may come in, baby. Everything is ready for you; all you have to do is come and get it."
His lover's voice had become audible. Soft and welcoming, Misaki's vocalizations caressed Touma's ears and laid so many proverbial kisses upon them.
Through the bedroom door Kamijou Touma walked, with anticipation and excitement alive in his heart, and with a bulge in the crotch of his pants; he couldn't have blamed said bulge on an inappropriate-looking crease if he tried or wanted to.
The sight before him was one that made the bulge in Touma's pants to expand, and caused his eyelids to noticeably move farther from one another. Kamijou Touma's jaw hung agape, his lips parted as soon as he'd laid eyes upon the glorious sight.
Misaki had brought out that glorious, wonderful reproduction of Tokiwadai Middle School's winter uniform; she certainly knew her husband well.
The reproduction had obviously been purchased from an adult establishment that had a fine taste in adult-oriented clothing. It clung to his wife's curvy hourglass-shaped form, its buttoned-up top highlighting her exceedingly ample bosom. Accented by her own light-colored stockings, the reproduction uniform was driving Kamijou Touma to the edge of madness, and threatened to violently push him over it.
Resting her right hand on her hip, Kamijou Misaki tossed her head to the side, which caused her long, honey-colored hair to flow like the currents of a river. Her golden, starry eyes looked into her husband's own as her lips curled upwards into a small, seductive grin.
"Do you like what you see my Prince? Even if it is not the original, this uniform brings back so many… lovely memories. Do you not agree? Also, I truly must ask; why are you still clothed? Please get yourself undressed, husband."
"U-uh huh, s-sorry. Just let me pick my jaw up off the floor. This was a s-surprise alright. I hope you're ready for the storm that's coming, beautiful, because I'm not going to be holding back even a little bit."
While her husband did as he'd been told with almost frantic speed, Kamijou Misaki tossed herself back onto she and her lover's bed. The sheets crinkled and shifted beneath her as the coils of the mattress created a series of sharp metallic noises. She reached either of her bare hands down towards her womanhood; pulling the reproduction uniform's skirt upwards with her left, she began to gently massage herself with her right. Biting down on her lip, Misaki held back a moan.
Before long, Touma joined his lover. Crawling over the foot of the bed, he gently took either of Misaki's wrists into his hands, and moved her arms away. With effort, he forcibly restrained himself. He could feel the desire to become just a bit rougher than usual emerging from deep within him; but that had to be held in check. It was animalistic and savage, something that Kamijou Touma's higher mind had mastered, but hadn't quite broken.
The starry-eyed, golden-haired beauty looked up at him, smiling wide; the Imagine Breaker's Bearer smiled back and it only grew. Like she was some sort of holy treasure, the very sight of Kamijou Misaki helped to break the beast within him, forcing it to flee back into the dark, primal den from which it'd emerged.
He leaned in. Slowly but surely Touma lowered himself, his lips set to connect with those of his lover; then, two sets of lips became one, and as if she was a prey animal trapped beneath the weight of a predator, Kamijou Misaki feverishly threw her arms around her husband's waist.
Clawing at his back, she moaned and grunted like a savage; her husband wasn't any quieter. As his tongue connected with his wife's, within her mouth, Touma aggressively groaned. Either of his hands found their way to his lover's hips, to which they grasped onto; the soft fabric of the skirt of Misaki's reproduction uniform folded and creased beneath Touma's fingers, causing chills to rush down his spine.
Parting from her husband, Misaki panted like a dog trapped within a car in eighty-degree weather. Her heart slammed within her repeatedly, her face growing redder with each second that passed the married couple by.
"T-Touma… I want to suck your cock again. I want to swallow load after load of your delicious sperm again! Will you go down on me too? C-can you make me cum? I want to cum very badly, and that tongue of yours… that tongue of yours drives me up the WALL! I think I might need to forcibly silence myself, my moans will wake this entire building. Fuck me too. Please fuck me?"
"Who am I to try and stop you?" Touma rhetorically inquired. "There're some things I wouldn't mind, uh, trying out with you later either. Only if you're up for it of course."
Suddenly, Kamijou Touma felt something rubbing against his leg. Soft and silky, it poked him numerous times before it began to stroke his skin. Long, and gentle, the stroking sensation brought an odd sense of satisfaction to the young man, causing his upper body to shiver.
Looking downwards, further away from his erect member, Kamijou Misaki's left foot, stocking-clad was the source of the sensation. Turning his vision back to his lover, Touma saw Misaki wink knowingly.
"There is no set schedule for our lovemaking, husband. They are all for you and only for you, do whatever you see fit with them whenever you feel the need to do so. Maybe you should tell me a little bit more about this interest of yours. It is not something that you have often indulged in after all. There is no need to feel ashamed, nor should you feel that you are some kind of a "deviant" for being interested in certain parts of your wife's body, you know. I have done my research and the little kink I believe you might just possess is in fact one of, if not the most common of all."
Touma quietly chuckled. Cupping his wife's cheeks in either of his hands, he kissed her forehead before he rolled over, laying himself next to her. Misaki adjusted her position and looked into her lover's eyes, the blush present on her face changing in coloration, from crimson to a light shade of pink.
"You're so gorgeous," Touma remarked. "But I'm sure you already know that. I blabber about it enough for it to have been drilled into your head a long time ago; I just can't say it enough Misaki. You're so beautiful."
"And you are so very, very, VERY handsome," Misaki responded, voice full of unconditional, unending love for her spouse.
"Listen, though, it does feel weird. I don't know why, you're completely right just like you always are, about it just being another part of your body… but I mean, you getting me off with your… erm, f-feet is what some people would consider normal. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I think I really fucked myself up by repressing all of this sexual stuff when we were younger. Sorry, beautiful, I don't want to be a drag or anything…"
"Hush," Misaki lovingly spoke after she'd pecked her husband on his lips.
"Hush, my Prince. You have nothing to apologize for and you are anything but a 'drag'. You need to stop being so very critical of yourself; I agree, there is a lot that you have repressed but now is the time that we can bring it out, if that is what you wish to do. We can unearth it and together we can explore what you understandably hid away. I will not hurt you, I will never hurt you, I swear on my very life and soul that I will never hurt you! Touma, I love you! All I want is for you to be content."
Touma opened his arms, and almost frantically took his beloved spouse into an embrace. Pulling her close to his toned naked form, the flesh stretched over his well-muscled arms rubbed against the soft, silky fabric of the reproduction uniform Misaki was clad in. Misaki quickly returned the affectionate action; holding her husband as tightly as she possibly could, she buried her face in his well-muscled chest and repeatedly placed kiss after kiss.
"I love you too, beautiful," Touma spoke, softly. "So, so much."
Suddenly, Kamijou Misaki locked eyes with Kamijou Touma. Pulling herself upwards, aligning her own line of vision with her husband's, a mischievous grin formed on her face, as her lips curled upwards.
"I have an idea… I love how muscular you are. It is so wonderful to be held by you; but, for now, I am going to have to distance myself just a bit."
Touma's grip on his spouse was relinquished, albeit rather reluctantly. As if she'd detected his reluctance, Misaki placed a soft kiss on her husband's forehead, before she moved herself away from his form.
Eyelids parting from one another, Touma's pupils began to dilate as the sensation of his beloved's silky bare palms wrapping around his erect manhood surged throughout him, as if floodgates that'd been holding back an entire ocean had suddenly been lifted.
It was nearly impossible for the young man not to notice his wife's long majestic legs, and those forbidden extremities that were attached to them; Misaki had sprawled her lower limbs out a few feet away from her lover's head so that they could be easily reached by him, should the desire to do so arise. Touma was quick to pick up on Misaki's strategy.
As she gently worked her husband's manhood up and down with her hands, Kamijou Misaki looked to Kamijou Touma with adoration in her eyes. After tossing her bangs and her hair's fringe away with a swift whip of her neck, Misaki spoke in a soft, hushed, and almost perverted tone.
"Does that feel good baby? I hope it feels good. Just tell me if you would like for me to go faster or slower, or if you would like for me to exercise greater gentleness. Whenever you feel the need, go ahead and cum for me, just cum. I'll clean it aaallll up with my cute little mouth and tongue, and I'll swallow all of it, as much of it as you give to me. Feel free to do whatever you would like to me in the meantime; or you can simply lay back and enjoy yourself. It is completely up to you. Do not let yourself get too worked up, however; this is just a warm-up exercise."
Touma's body shivered with each soft, gentle motion his wife made with her hands. "I o-only want to cum for you Ojou-Sama."
Misaki continued with her work, smiling all the while. Occasionally, she would press her lips against, and leave a passionate kiss on his manhood.
"Good boy."
There was a choice to make, and there was only one man who could make that choice.
Would he forever be a slave to the repression of the past, a time in which he well and truly had to repress such things? He'd felt that way at the time; whether or not he truly 'had' to repress anything was up in the air, a matter of philosophy.
Kamijou Touma was in no position to engage in some philosophical debate with his higher mind; the young man barely even knew what was real. As his lover worked his erect manhood with such tender care, he could hardly contain himself. Touma could hear low, pleasured moans fleeing from his lips. He had no control over them as they were released of their own accord, following their own agenda. When Misaki would kiss the tip of his manhood, or lick and kiss his manhood's shaft, Touma's form would buck as pleasure crashed over him.
He felt good. He felt great, amazing even. Was there even a good reason to try and hide from such feelings? With this woman, the woman he was so deeply in love with, the woman who he'd been so happily married to for half a decade, Kamijou Touma was completely safe; he could be as free as he wished to be without consequence.
The choice was made. Either of his arms stretched outwards, reaching towards his beloved's sweet, perfect legs. Touma's hands found themselves wrapping around Misaki's right leg, the closest to his form. Over Kamijou Misaki's leg's stocking his palms moved up and down, slowly, as if Kamijou Touma was working the clay of some grand artistic piece.
Misaki had taken notice. A semi-restrained moan fled her lips as she worked, the searing blush upon her face deepening in coloration with every second that passed her by.
"That feels s-so goooooood. Please don't stop... T-Touma, please keep touching me, it feels so GOOD!"
With his head travelling freely of its own accord, lips moving in for the kill, Kamijou Touma let loose the desire he'd once held prisoner so long ago, perhaps rightfully so; there was no more reason to reign it in and beat it into submission. Responsibility and lovemaking could evidently be balanced. There was no harm that would come of this moment, none at all. Kamijou Misaki would never judge him.
Kissing his spouse's right leg, slowly but surely working his way down, Touma's heart began to repeatedly, quickly rise and crash, as if it was some ceremonial war-drum being beaten by a brutish subhuman savage. Pushing himself onwards, Touma made the transition, allowing both his hands and his lips to move down to the unknown territory below the ankle of his wife's right leg.
Both of Touma's hands cupped the sole of the forbidden extremity, and his lips found themselves placing long, passionate kisses to the top of it. The soft fabric of the stocking brushed gently against his lips and sent a series of shivers throughout the young man's entire form. Against the side of Touma's face the other forbidden extremity joined its comrade, softly and gently brushing against him.
Kamijou Touma's eyes had closed, and, completely beyond controlling himself, he continuously produced low moans that vaguely resembled a series of deep and guttural growls. Kamijou Touma was in Heaven. Being beneath his wife's cute little feet was like shooting up some addictive drug. Anxiousness was tossed away as Touma embraced the truth of the matter.
He was a filthy, disgusting fetishist; and that was okay. Even if he was a filthy, disgusting fetishist, Kamijou Misaki wouldn't judge him for it. What he and his lover did in their paradise remained in their paradise, business conducted between two individuals who adored one another.
"You are throbbing," Misaki commented.
"I love having this big cock of yours in my hands, and I love it even more when it throbs for me while I am holding it. I wonder, could this be related to the enjoyment that you are finding down there?"
Winking knowingly, the beauty with the honey-colored hair began to steadily increase the speed in which her hands moved upwards and downwards.
Below, what had started as soft and shy, but quite passionate kissing had become feverish and unrestrained tongue play. The top of his beloved's stocking-clad right foot was plastered with the secretions produced by his salivary glands. As he moved his tongue about, Touma massaged the extremity, both with his hands and with his lips.
He suddenly seized up like a machine whose gears had stopped grinding. Touma flung his head back and clenched his teeth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck…" Touma babbled incoherently.
"Fuck I'm gonna…"
inhaling, the young man's body writhed as a tingling sensation arose in his lower body.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Let it all out for me! Cum for me, cum for me! I want to swallow every last drop! You big-cocked, musclebound, perfect man! Cum all over me!" Misaki exclaimed, enthusiasm evident in her tone of voice.
Taking back her feet, Kamijou Misaki frantically used both extremities to accomplish her goal with deadly precision; as he'd announced, Kamijou Touma did exactly that. He reached back and grabbed a nearby pillow as he nearly hit the ceiling of he and his wife's bedroom. Placing it over his face, something that resembled a hybrid of a scream and a pleasured moan fled from Touma's lips. The noise was dulled by the cool, soft surface of the pillow, his vocalization emerging completely unrestrained.
Tossing the pillow away, Kamijou Touma descended into a savage frenzy, as Kamijou Misaki happily cleaned up the mess his manhood had produced, her tongue sliding gently over his skin, her lips leaving behind soft, affectionate kisses.
"Misaki. Misaki, Misaki, Misaki. Hi Misaki," Touma muttered. "That felt really good wow I'm not done though. Do you want more beautiful I think I want more I know I want more? Only if you want it though I don't want to pressure you I love you a lot wow my heart is beating too fast."
After completing the task she'd set out to complete, Misaki looked up at her husband, starry, golden eyes peering into his dark irises. She smirked in an almost perverted manner, while she ran her bare fingers over Touma's skin.
"Hi baby. Take deep breaths, I know how excited you can get when you finally climax. I love you too. Of course, I want more if you want more. What exactly did you have in mind?"
Breathing a sigh, Touma moved his recently-cleaned form close to his wife's. Wrapping his arms around her own form, clad in her partially-soiled reproduction uniform, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her right ear. In response, Misaki's arms were thrown around her husband's back, her embrace tightening with each second that passed the married couple by.
"I w-want to have you raw, so badly, I want to feel you more than anything, without any sort of protection in the way," Touma muttered, "but I know I can't. Not until… if…"
"I know, baby. I know. Let me get undressed, I want to be free with you."
Parting quite reluctantly from his beloved, Touma, after stepping down from their bed, moved towards their bedroom's closet, and began to dig around for a short period of time. After Misaki had shed her clothing, having tossed the individual pieces of the reproduction uniform to the ground at the foot of their bed, she fell back into the piece of furniture's soft, comforting surface, propping her head against the pillow her husband had used to stifle his pleasured vocalization; it was still quite warm.
Touma emerged from the closet with protection in hand. Placing the 'Tower Shield', brand protection, bound within its wrapper upon their bedroom's nearby dresser, the young man joined his wife.
Crawling atop her, Misaki welcomed her husband with literal open arms, her cheeks glowing a shade of bright pink, her lips curling into a wide, ecstatic smile. Their naked forms connected, and Kamijou Touma laid himself on his side.
"It might not hurt to discuss the subject of a little one at further length, if that is what you feel like discussing," Misaki remarked, softly. "Unless you would like actions to speak louder than either of our respective words ever could."
Taking his spouse's right hand into his left, Touma held Misaki's hand close to his heart; beneath her palm, Misaki could feel it steady, rhythmically beating; its pace had returned to a normal one.
"We've… beautiful, I think we've been dancing around the subject lately. Well, I have. I've been brushing it o…"
"No, you were correct the first time, my sunshine," Misaki interjected. "I too have been all too willingly dancing around the subject, as you so accurately put it."
"I don't really feel like there's a whole lot of choices for us," Touma spoke; his voice was soft. Not necessarily week, or even meek. His tone was simply one that was gentle.
"Neither of us know what would happen if we decided to conceive while Imagine Breaker is in my hand. I don't even know if there's a way to get rid of it, I've thought about it before… but every time it's left before it's always come back.
"Remember all that, way back when with the Rookie? If it was possible to get rid of this thing, Imagine Breaker, you'd think it would've been gone back then."
Looking deeply into his spouse's eyes, Touma took a long, deep breath.
"But I do have an idea, beautiful. I mentioned that earlier today, and I wasn't lying or talking out of my ass. I know we have a lot to talk about before we can make that big of a step, but it's something I feel is important."
Misaki affectionately rubbed her nose against Touma's own. "I did not believe you to be doing either. I would like to hear it if you would be willing to tell me about it… I also agree that this is a serious and important subject, one which deserves not to be skimmed over as we've been doing.
"You would obviously like to have a little one, which I am absolutely pleased about; I would like nothing more than to be the mother of our child; to have the opportunity to give someone, a human being formed of our love together the life that neither you or I had, a life of relative normalcy would be the ultimate gift."
Kamijou Touma took a long, deep breath. His beloved's words had brought so many emotions, so much deep feeling clawing at the surface of his higher mind. Looking his wife in the eyes, he spoke his piece even as his throat began to perpetually tighten. "Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming?"
Nodding, Misaki continued to observe her spouse's facial features; his eyes and lips she kept an eye on. Both seemed to be different than they usually were; Touma's eyes appeared to be much moister, while his lips had curled strangely. Quietly, she listened on as her husband continued.
"Well, okay… erm, hear me out beautiful."
"I do not doubt you, husband, not in the slightest. My mind is open."
Touma raised his beloved's hand to his lips, and placed a kiss to the top of it, his eyelids slowly closing shut as he did so. Keeping Misaki's hand close to his face, Touma awkwardly chuckled, and pushed to continue from where he'd left off.
"I was thinking this: if I could lucid dream; I've done it before by accident, if that's the right word for it and I could probably do it again if I followed someone's instructions, I don't quite know who'd know about that sort of thing off hand, and I'd rather not follow some guide posted up on the Internet. I'm sure someone knows how to trigger it. I know it's something of a longshot, but if I could try and 'reach out' to Imagine Breaker, or whatever it is that's in my hand I might be able to communicate with it… and ask it to leave. Maybe we could come to a compromise of some sort, who knows?"
To Kamijou Touma's surprise, Kamijou Misaki nodded in apparent understanding. Placing the palms of her hands to either of her husband's cheeks, the beauty with the lips of the honey-colored hair curled upwards, and she smiled warmly at him.
"It would not hurt to try. Even if our previous attempts at making contact have failed I am willing to continue trying for as long as we must. In the meantime, there is much to discuss in the way of what such an endeavor would entail… I believe everyone in the family should have a say, however; both Index and Othinus should have the chance to voice their respective feelings."
Stretching his arms upwards and his legs downwards, Touma produced a series of guttural vocalizations. "For sure, beautiful. I think Index will be on board from the word go, and as for Othi-chan… I'm not quite sure what Othi-chan thinks about the idea. I wonder if she'll sign up to be first in line as the "cool big sister?"
Kamijou Misaki found herself suddenly giggling at the idea of the word 'big' being used to describe Othinus; she also imagined the look on the tiny, fairy-fied former Magic God's face, and it only fueled proverbial giggle-fire.
"Touma, you and I will find a way, as we always have and always will. It might take time, but we will find a way or we will make one. You know… in the spirit of promoting fertility, if you are still feeling up to it, I know I certainly am…"
Almost instantly, the Imagine Breaker's Bearer had leapt up from the bed; he was moving towards the dresser. Misaki couldn't quite stifle a flattered giggle at the sight. Retrieving and then hastily unwrapping the 'Tower Shield', Touma carefully slid himself into his protection.
"Yes, yes I am."
"Then what is this?! What was this doing in my bed?! Don't even try and say that they're mine, because these aren't even my size!"
"Honey, please, let's just…"
"Don't you DARE "honey" me, Satoru! Why are you still doing this?! Haven't you done enough to us?! Do you only th…"
Hamazura Shiage had pressed his thumb down upon the 'A' button of the small, white controller that sat to his left, after he'd fished it out; it'd somehow managed to nearly get itself caught up in the bedsheets. Moving his shaggy, dirty blonde hair's fringe from his eyes with his available right hand, he readjusted his position on the bed, his form only half-covered by the bed's sheets.
Craning his neck to his left, Shiage looked to the form of Hamazura Rikou. Her facial expression was one of skepticism; with her form bundled up in the comforter and sheets they shared, only her head and its shoulder-length, charcoal-colored hair was visible. Rikou's right eyebrow was raised as her eyes, whose irises matched the color of her hair stared on awkwardly at the paused scene before her.
"I thought this was supposed to be a comedy. How is this funny?! I'm not missing anything here am I? This is just a series of traumatic events occurring to this one group of people, one after the other! Seriously! How is this funny?! This should be some type of tragedy. We've been duped!"
"It's not, and we have," Rikou spoke, answering her husband's question. "This is nonsense. The only part that was even remotely entertaining was when Satoru mistook an orphanage for a bank, somehow, and for some reason. That slow pan over the children just broke my heart though. It's like the director is some kind of sadist."
"Y'know? We clearly just don't get it. We're not smart enough. There's some deep artistic vision that's gone far above our heads. In favor of tuning into something more suited for us plebeians, say "I." Shiage nodded, as if to affirm his own statement.
Rolling her eyes, Rikou sank deeper into her cocoon and produced a soft vocalization before she spoke. "Speak for yourself, you goof."
As if compelled by some outside force, Hamazura Shiage suddenly moved in for the kill. Worming is way beneath the same section of their bed's sheets that his lover had cocooned herself in, he set upon her like a wild animal; the soft and tender kisses he placed on the side of Hamazura Rikou's neck were only mildly anticlimactic.
"S-Shiage," Rikou softly scolded. "D-Daichi-chan is asleep, don't make so much noise. Y-you're grunting like an old dog."
Shiage relented and did as his wife asked of him, but he continued his ravaging of Rikou's body nonetheless. "Chill, our little man had a busy day; he won't wake up 'til morning. He was out before he even hit the pillow. He's dreamin' about Mister Darkpants and Mister Kabuto. 'Sides, remember last time? We're just playfighting."
Tossing her head back, Hamazura Rikou had to begin practicing what she'd just preached. As her husband worked her, his soft lips and stubble-covered face brushing against the side of her neck, a moan threatened to flee her own lips.
Suddenly, he stopped. Rising, Shiage relinquished his proverbial feast of flesh and looked deeply into Rikou's eyes. With her head propped up by the numerous pillows that'd previously boosted her back, Rikou's saliva-plastered neck relaxed.
"Neh? What's on your mind? You're giving me that goofy look. Something's going through that thick head of yours, isn't it?"
Shiage smirked while he spoke his piece. "Want to put on the suit?"
Of course that's what he wanted; to the woman who'd been by this man's side for just over a decade, first as his girlfriend, and as his deeply contented wife in the present, Hamazura Shiage was a predictable man, an open book waiting to be skimmed through, a text full of dark and nasty little secrets, of which she was the sole keeper.
Playfully shoving her husband away from her form, causing him to laugh heartily, Rikou rolled over on her side as she cocooned herself one again.
"I'm really tired. I'll help you get off if you want, but I don't have the energy for anything too crazy. Besides, you already had your fun with dressing me up, dirtbag. Be grateful."
Shiage nodded in understanding. Tossing himself back into the position he'd risen from, the young man folded his arms behind his head, balancing them against the metallic headboard.
"Yeah, that's cool as ice, we're tight. You want to put something else on WebPix or do you just wanna sleep? I'm cool either way man. I wouldn't mind catching some zees if you wanna."
"You can watch something else if you want," Rikou spoke, yawning as she did so. "It won't keep me up. Let me snuggle up to you though, you're warm."
"Would I ever say no? Bring that thang over here gurl."
"Nn. You're so annoying. You're lucky I love you."
Despite her words, which had brought another round of laughter out of Shiage, Hamazura Rikou spun herself to her right, and wormed her way towards Hamazura Shiage, whose waist she threw her arms around. With her numerous pillows beneath her head, Rikou nuzzled them, feeling their softness beneath her, loving every second of the sensation. Shiage's hand had found itself placed upon Rikou's shoulder, which he began to gently massage.
"Noight, mate."
Hamazura Shiage's attempt at an English accent was less than stellar; regardless, Hamazura Rikou found herself quietly giggling.
"That feels good, really good, good night… you bloody bloke."