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Ero 2: Zenith's Plotting - 1

Zenith was a girl with a plan, and generally no true determination behind it.

It all started through what happened during that unusual handling of the heat situation tied to Ghislaine. The blonde had just heard as much as Joh did about Beastman's heat cycles, so, when it happened, she was caught blindsided by it. And by a kiss. Ghislaine's kissing was without experience, but the roughness was actually something that had snapped her mind from reluctant approach to true submission. It was odd to imagine. Zenith, the shy and pure girl, could be so accepting of a kiss from a fellow woman that she was trying to help. Their friendship offered the opportunity, same for her wanton for touch.

Despite her peaceful approach to lust, Zen was still a young woman. A young woman with many needs. And while those were previously kept in check when the party was smaller and their missions were quicker to handle, now that plan had been thrown out of the window. She just had too much in her plate to actually get to her room, close her door and finger herself into a fierce orgasm. The girl was no saint despite her mother's best efforts during her early youth, and in an odd display of puberty which triggered those feelings towards her body, but also the experience with Ghislaine and John, Zenith also knew that she had it in herself.

She was no pious person when it came to bed affairs, and her craving for others' touch, trustworthy others, made the mere act of teasing herself less optimal. It felt like it wasn't enough, that it wasn't as good as before. And she realized that the act that once was one of relief now felt unpleasant because she was alone. And she didn't like being alone for too long. Thus a plan was concocted, one meant to give her a chance to the one her heart throbbed madly for.

John was no scoundrel or womanizer.

Many would think so due to the attention he was getting quite frequently, but his attitude wasn't faux and that was what drove women to him. He was excellent husband material, something many women her age were slowly starting to see as the best kind of man they wanted. Sure, some would favor more handsome men, but John wasn't ugly or horrible. Truth be told, he wasn't even average after so much training. He grew, they grew- they grew together. She felt older, not too much, but as if she obtained some insight on her own life no book would have granted her. A limit to her shyness, a limit to her own reluctance to be happy. She wanted to be happy, even if it meant waiting for a while to put up a family.

After all, he had many times reasoned sex wasn't just for family-making as many back home had forced into her mind through years of education. Ghislaine was proof of it- Elinalise was also that. Zenith didn't need to be ready to make a family out of it, and she knew John still had that seal which he used on Ghislaine. It was just a matter of him being fine with this, and Zenith being... ready. Was she? That was a question that troubled her. Why wouldn't she? Wasn't she the one wanting this? Despite her determined drive to start this project, it would be a lie to say she was 100% convinced of this. Of her readiness for this.

Memories from the past pushed a sense of unease at the thought this plan could go wrong for many reasons. Insecurity was no novelty to Zen, but it sure happened now in a situation she really could do without it. Especially when her plan felt so stupid and yet so possible within the realm of possibility. She just had to buy two bottles of wine, the quality for both having to be within her budget and good enough to be used for minor celebrations. Hence why she picked these for their first anniversary together. It's been a year since she met John and... it was absurd to think she was so smitten to him. Smitten and aroused.

Still, the day itself was one where everyone was taking a break from adventuring. Geese wanted to buy some new stuff for the kitchen and his room, reasoning that there were a couple of things missing which would make the entire place even more homely. He also brought Ghislaine with him since some of the stuff was heavier than he could normally handle and was not ashamed to admit the beastwoman was stronger than him. The 'one-eyed' girl didn't mind, in fact going for that task to further train her strength. Eli was out to sell some crystals and get herself some new clothes. She also promised to get a few things for Zenith, and an accessory for Ghislaine. The beastwoman wasn't too keen to get new clothes, but she was fine with useful accessories to add to her current outfit.

"You shouldn't have, Zen. We could have made a bigger celebration, with more food and the others-" John tried to point out, still smiling and amused by the gesture. It was clear it had been a surprise. Men hardly keep count of important dates, but this man also had so much on his plate for him to remember anything.

"None of that. It's something for us. So, it has to be just us," Zenith reasoned bluntly, pushing away the need to stutter in this situation. She couldn't allow it. "Plus, it's the thought that counts and... I never saw you drank wine."

He frowned at that. "Well, that's because I'm not that eager to get drunk."

"Mah, to think you would be so frightened to drink alcohol around me. What? Do you think you will assault me while drunk?" Zenith cleverly inquired, faking some of her smug as she already knew the answer to that.

The young man snorted, and stared at the bottle for a while.

"At least I would get sleepy after three glasses," The swordsman commented. "I thought I told you that already?"

"Yep. Which is why this is a special wine which is diluted to be sweeter and less alcoholic. You will handle three glasses," Zenith assured, having been quite confident that the previous owner of the beverages hadn't lied when he said that these were optimal for 'low surprises' celebrations. No reason for mistakes, only... victory.

Also, the wine had a double-effect within the meeting. The first one was, as mentioned before, to get John's inhibition lessened. And the other one meant to give Zenith some liquid courage. Despite her strong face during that early stage of the plan, she doubted she had enough to last through it on her own. She needed a boost. A strong boost at that.

John wasn't fully sure about what she said, but admitted the brew was sweeter than others he had tried out after just one sip. Zenith had little experience with alcohol too, and she too could tell she was less stingy and more fruity in its flavor. She took a decisive sip and it was the most pleasant drink she had. A glass went down and she hardly felt drunk. Instead, she felt incredibly 'freer' than before.

"John?" She inquired. "What are the chances of me bedding you today?"

...That was a bit too direct.

John blinked. "What?"

"Bedding you, is it possible for today?" Zenith rephrased without hesitation, her gaze staring fixedly at him.

"...Are you-"

"Yes. Yes, I'm completely sure I want this."

Had Zenith been alcohol-free, she would have facepalmed at that exchange. Like, really hard, to the point it would have stung for ages. But where she found this awkward, she also was stunned when the young man nodded.

"Well, I see no problem with that..." He admitted truthfully, her eyes widening a fraction.

"Truly?"

He nodded. "Yep."

...

"Like, really?"

"...Do you want to go do things in bed with me, Zenith?"

Despite the alcohol, the request had struck her so hard her whole face was burning up.

"I-I- sure!"

Zenith should have been in charge- she had been so tempted to see herself dictating the pace and be the one to say what to do. To be the bold one in the relationship, just so that she didn't show her weakness to him like that. And yet, John knew how to melt her the right way. They were soon naked and by the bed. His room wasn't as big at hers, but the bed was just enough to handle them both. The blonde was sweating a bit, a reaction from both alcohol and tension.

John fared a bit better, but his eyes lusted more than before. And the way his gaze swallowed her whole body in that raw desire sent jolts through her whole frame. He was over her, he was so close and then he leaned down. Kissing was no novelty, but there was something different than usual. For a start, his breath smelled of that wine and its delicious taste. Their tongues clashed for a while, her gaze growing unfocused as she abandoned her common sense for a while as he returned his careful groping over her breasts to tease his pleasant muscles. So toned, he had worked so hard and... he looked so handsome.

"Zen," He muttered sweetly as he pulled away from her hungry lips, still close to resume that mind-blowing make-out session. "You're so beautiful."

Something within the girl snapped. Sure, she had been having thoughts about his muscles, but the way he 'devoured' her with these compliments just sent her into a new state of euphoria. The kissing got only better and... his length was eagerly rubbing over her slit. No penetration, just rubbing. Something in her just begged for him to miss and actually go for it, but she was overall into the mere rubbing at the moment. The feeling of him being so close to getting her, claiming her as his, and yet giving her pleasure she could handle at the moment so she could get ready for it had enticed her to a whole new level. It wouldn't be a lie to say that she was slowly losing the battle of trying to keep up with him. She just wanted him to go through her like he did with Ghislaine, at the same rough pace that had her mutter so many lecherous words at once, that left her mind with a depraved mist that further urged her to claim for something that she herself had long wanted. And right in that moment, she knew it was close to happen.

Soon the kissing ceased again, this time for the sake of going for the next step. Nervousness came back full force, but Zenith held it back for as long as it was needed for his shaft's head to poke at her soaked lower lips, pry at its opening and then slowly struck into her. It was... painful at first. Zenith flinched, her gaze blurring momentarily as the pain was instantaneous, but quick to subdue as she slowly grew accustomed to the feeling. She heard of this- that the first time would have been painful. And, looking down, her gaze found some red liquid reaching out. Blood, she had been turned into a woman.

The sight had struck her in an odd way. Some would have paled at the sight of the blood, but for some reason, the notion behind it had Zenith's mind heating up in arousal. Zenith did it- or rather, she was doing it. She was going to make it the best out of it. The blonde hyperventilated and then her gaze focused elsewhere. Warm hands grasped at hers, she looked up and saw John's concerned look. He saw the flinch and all that followed next. It felt natural to reply, except it came out a bit more awkward than she would have loved it to be.

"Don't hold back," Zenith remarked with a smile. "I'm not a little flower~."

Not anymore. And John could tell as he started to thrust some more into her. She was shuddering without any chance of relenting, her body feeling that, beyond that sliver of pain that walled her from the truth, pleasure called and was ready to tend her arousal. The dam was weakening as she could feel echoes of bliss crash over her mind as he slowly started to move some more. In and out, slow and steady and his pace increasing by the minute.

"Ah~," Her mouth released as she exhaled.

A soft moan filled with expectations.

Her mind grasped what was happening with that sound almost too instantly. The strange mix of pain and pleasure soon shifted to favor the latter. Zenith started to moan louder than any previous chances she was. She felt her pussy burn in pure desire as her inner walls were stretching to fit the needs of that meaty battering ham sending echoes of gratification. It felt so nice, so right and then she felt her groin warm up at the pace John was going at. He was in complete charge of her and he was soon kissing her again. Her mind just couldn't keep up, her brain was just too unfocused and her mouth spat out anything that came up first. And those were indeed lewd words that came from her deepest.

"Ah~! M-More. Ravage me~."

He smiled delightedly, and a shudder went down her spine at that sight. He looked so gorgeous right now, she thought breathlessly, and that beauty was definitely coming from their intimacy. It felt so radiant, so blessed, and so peaceful. Her heart quivered with joy and lust- she was so into the act she actually forgot her early plans to be in charge of the situation, with the young man going out of his way to exert his dominance in a most unexpected way. By being natural at it. And for Zenith to be naturally submissive to it.

The session wasn't particularly long, but the end result was plain 'right'. Zenith felt her third climax coincide with John's cumshot, his seed being churned fast as it was dispensed by his throbbing cock. The blonde felt her mind blanking out for a few seconds as she felt her womb assaulted by the white ropes released by his shaft. There was a brief pause and, once they were done with that, she thought that it would have been it. But her body just wasn't tired yet.

Instead, her partner's moment of weakness was seen as a chance to strike. John hesitated as she slowly shifted closer once more, this time her face closer to his half-flaccid dick and deciding to do the same thing she did back when Ghislaine was the one getting pounded. Her tongue reached out, tasting the length as she half-expected the cock to be coated in that mixture of fluids similar to the one she tasted a while ago. And yet, what she found there was sweeter.

Am I that sweet? Her first genuine thought in a while was, with her mind finally recovering and her duty to clean things up taking over as she suckled the thin layer of sweetness off the young man's cock before reaching out and settling beside him. He looked quite flustered, definitely not expecting this from her and... he was hard again.

"John?" Zenith inquired with a mirthful tone. "What are the chances of me bedding you again~?"

AN

Surprisingly enough, this lemon may have some plot relevance that will make some sense quite soon.

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