How did it come to this?: Extra chapter. Mana
It had been at least a whole two weeks since the making of Ratatosk and Richter's pact and although Richter seemed used to Ratatosk's mana by now, it was Ratatosk who was still getting used to the feeling of Richter's mana flowing through him when a special Artes was used. Being that Richter was a half-elf, he was much better at dealing with mana. Ratatosk, on the other hand, has never done anything like this before with any human, unlike most spirits, who have for years been sharing their mana with humans. Despite being in control of the flow of mana in the world, it was much different when direct tethering with Richter. Although it had only been two weeks, Ratatosk always got these strange feeling whenever Richter would cast a much stronger Arte.
"Ain Soph Aur!" Ratatosk called out, destroying his foes. The battle wasn't over yet but he was breathing heavily as though he were out of breath as his cheeks were a burning pink color. He was trying to stay focused and ignore whatever it was that was wrong...but that was going to be more of an issue than he thought, as the more Richter borrowed Ratatosk's mana for casting more powerful Artes, he was losing more and more focus on the battle.
"Huff...Huff...Aaaagh!" Ratatosk continued to swing his sword towards his enemy, feeling his legs begin to tremble beneath his weight. Richter, on the other hand, was fighting off his share of the enemies and was paying no mind to the summon spirit.
"Negative Gate!" Ratatosk could Hear Richter call out the Arte, feeling their mana swop, feeling his body heat up more, finding it hard to even want to move from the spot he stood in.
"Grave!" Richter called out. Ratatosk could now feel his heart beating against his chest, sweating more than usual when fighting. With each swing of his sword, the steel in his hands seemed to get heavier and heavier as well.
"Title wave!" And just then, Ratatosk dropped his weapon and fell to his knees, feeling the heat in his body increase more, palms sweating as an unusual amount of saliva began to well up in his mouth. Where is this coming from?
"Thunder Blade!" It was at this Arte that Ratatosk had gasped and fallen to his hands in a dog position as he started to pant from the growing heat that now seemed to be pinpointed his lower waistband area, dripping with sweat.
" U-Unh...R...Richter" He could just barely manage the words as his body quivered, feeling every once of blood rush to his face as it burned heavily in a crimson red color.
"Explosion!" Richter's voice now sounded as though it was right next to Ratatosk's ear, sending chills through his body.
"A-Aaaahn...!~" Ratatosk could no longer stop his painting or the soft moans that escaped his lips. Leaving his mouth open with a thick endless stream of saliva leaked from the sides of his mouth. Uncontrollably he began to rub his two right fingers against his tongue, wishing to suck on something but couldn't seem to cease the moaning or panting long enough to even start sucking on his own fingers.
"Hurricane!" At this point, Ratatosk already lost what little senses he had left, only hearing Richter's incredible voice and the hot and extreme tension in his body as the moaning grew louder, fingers no longer in his mouth but clasped around the source of all his heat as he tugged and pulled with every second, calling out the half-elf's name over and over. Despite already feeling his fingers and pants covered in a thick sticky wet mess, his member continued to throb, continuing to feel Richter's mana invade him, craving more, and more, and- "More! R-Richter...g-give me more...!~~" Ratatosk couldn't look anymore erotic than he did now.
"Emil." Richter called to the boy as the battle was finished and realizing the young blond was on all fours, shaking like crazy, only hearing the panted sounds of "Richter" coming from the boy's lips, unable to see his face.
"Emil" Richter called out once more but this time he was a bit worried as something seemed wrong with him. He kneeled down by his side and reached for his shoulder but as soon as he laid a finger on him, Ratatosk had fallen over with the most week and flushed face he had ever seen on the boy. Richter was silent but shocked and even a bit turned on when he saw the boys face. Paying closer attention, the boy's pants were wet and sticky to the touch and his hand covered in the same substance that his pants were wet with, saliva running down his mouth, his body was coated in sweat.
"E...Emil" Richter could guess many things with what this looked like and he knew the boy wasn't the type of person to do something like this in the first place, much less in the middle of battle...So then, what happened?
"R...Richter..." Dizzy looking red eyes glanced at the man with such a weak and lustful gaze as he tried to manage a grin.
"Emil, what happened?" He asked and as long as he wasn't raped by a monster, it would be fine. (If he was Raped by a human, that person would die very...VERY brutally and painfully)
"R-Richter...san's...m...mana..." Ratatosk huffed, as he was now too consumed by slumber. His eyelids heavy as the haze of sleep clouded his mind.
"My mana?" Richter questioned but it was no use, the summon spirit had already drifted off into his much-needed slumber. He sighed and tried not to think about it too much as he would be able to just ask the boy in the morning, so for now, he carried him to the nearest town and reserved a room for them
After Richter had gotten Emil rested in bed, he sat beside the boy reading his book. Once it was late in the night, Ratatosk awoke and blushed when he recalled his most recent events before drifting off to sleep. He blushed vibrantly at the thought.
"So your finally awake?" Richter, sitting beside him on the bed. Ratatosk looked over, almost surprised by the man's voice and turns his head towards him.
"And your still up?"
Richter sighs and shrugs the boy's words. "You mentioned something about my mana before you fell asleep." He said as he closed the book in his hand and set it down on the nightstand by his bedside, as well as his glasses.
"Y-Yeah..." Ratatosk nervously replied.
"Did that have to do with...what happened?" Ratatosk instantly lit up in a darker shade of red at the man's words.
"Look, what does it matter?" Ratatosk replied as he regains his composure.
"Because if we're going to fight, I can't have you doing that again." He scoffed and crossed his arms and continued his words.
"And this isn't normal behavior for a summon spirit" He finished.
"...I think it's because of our feelings towards each other, as well as the foundation of our pact" Ratatosk explained.
"I see...I suppose that makes sense, especially when you consider the fact that summon spirit's normally don't fall in love" Richter said, lightly putting a hand to his chin as he thought about the summon spirit's conclusion, logging it in his brain while also making a mantel note.
"Is this always going to be an issue?" He asked, looking back into those crimson red eyes.
"No...I think over time my body should become accustomed to it" The boy replied, slightly annoyed that Richter called it an issue.
"Then I suggest we quicken that prosses" Richter said. The bed creaked as the man moved closer.
"W-What are you...?" Ratatosk blushed, feeling the usual nervousness Emil felt but fought the feeling and shoved the man away. He glared a bit while the older man remained stoic and calm, only making the boy feel like a nervous wreck.
"Emil...Ratatosk" Richter said in a low voice, refusing to break eye contact.
"J-Just shut up and go to sleep you stupid half-elf" Ratatosk growled.
"I don't think I will," Richter said just before sending some of his mana to the summon spirit. Ratatosk's eyes instantly widen to the man's action, blushing a dark red as that same exhausted feeling came over him as he began to pant, feeling his body heat up.
"What's wrong?" Richter asked smugly.
"Y-You bastard..." The boy huffed, feeling another wave of Richter's mana hit him and saliva began to build in his mouth. He reached for the older man, managing to curl his fingers around the collar of the man's white shirt. Richter's coat was already removed as well as his shoes and gloves, which made the boy realize his own shoes and gloves were missing, even his scarf...
"It's better you get used to it then getting killed because of this" Richter said in his usual tone and put his arms over the boy's back, letting his hands rest on on his waist. Just to spite the man, Ratatosk pinched the man's ear and pulled on it. He grunted and simply applied more of his mana, only to feel his own groin become a bit excited by the boy's soft moan.
"Emil..." Richter whispered in the boy's ear, pulling him closer into his arms until Emil was sat in his lap.
"Richter...san..."Crismon eyes soften to their usual green. The boy clung to him, pressing his forehead against the man's chest, feeling his body continuously being invaded by the older man's mana. Panting with soft moans with his mouth hanging open as his saliva began to drool down onto Richter's lower abdomen.
"You're making a mess," Richter said, lifting the boy's face.
"S...Sorry..." Embarrassed and out of habit, Emil couldn't help but apologize.
Richter sighed, trying to fight the building heat in his groin. "Don't apologize" And just then the boy moaned loudly and slowly starts to grind his groin into Richter's, panting and moaning as he called out the mans name after Richter sent one last large dose of his mana. He groans and seals the boy's lips as he presses their lips together with force, slipping his tongue inside and tangling their tongues together. Slowly sliding his hands down the boy's waist. His much larger and warmer hands find their way under the fabric of the boy's pants, reaching for his member.
"R-Richter-san...n...no" Emil tried to protest as he had never felt Richter's hands touch him there before. Richter's hands were almost cold and yet so hot at the same time and feeling those very hands squeeze and jerk his member made him want to move his hits, to feel close to Richter. And said man tried to remain composed as he watched the boy but he was finding it to be quite difficult...as he had needed this for a long, long time now...and Emil was and is, exactly what he's needed.
Thank you Aster...for moving the world into this direction, or I might have never met this boy...please rest in peace.
Richter suddenly sat up and pushed the boy down, slightly startling the blond. Emil eyed him with such dazed expression with cheeks red as crimson, his chest falling and raising with his body slowly coating itself in sweat with drool running down his mouth. It was at this moment when looking at the boy that Richter couldn't wait anymore or even think about preparing the boy for the next coming events, he just knew he wanted him and he wanted him NOW.
"Emil...I'm sorry but I need you to bear the pain for a moment..." Richter whispered into the boy's ear before getting to work on removing his clothes and quickly removing the boy's, wasting almost no time at all. Emil didn't quite understand but it was hard to think when all he could hear was Ratatosk begging for Richter to do more to them from the back of his mind. When Emil could finally register exactly what was going on, he realized he was already naked, as well as the older man who was propping up his thinner leg's over the older man's much broader and hotter shoulders. They practically melted the skin on his calves.
"Emil..."Richter whispered, making direct eye contact with the boy.
"R-Richter-san..." Emil whispered back, hearing Ratatosk in his mind.
"Richter, h-hurry and do it...! Give it to us! Thrust hard and deep, s-so stop wasting your time and do it damn it!"
After taking note of Ratatosk's words, Emil says- "Richter-san...p-please g-give it to...us" As embarrassing as that was for Emil, Richter was almost shocked to hear the boy say those words but smiled a bit before finally alining himself with the boy's entrance. He presses the tip of his own member to the entrance before pushing in slowly as to not hurt the boy too much. Emil instantly arches his back and shuts his eyes tightly as he tries to overcome the pain. Richter leans forward over the boy as he stands over him on all four. His presses his lips to the boy's forehead to reassure him before slowly sliding the rest of himself inside. Emil felt the pain surging through his body but once Richter started to move, he could feel his body slowly adjusting to it, slowly feeling the pain become replaced with a new and overwhelming sense of pleasure flood his body.
S-So big and hot!
Emil would have blushed a brighter red at his counterpart's words but there wasn't a brighter shade of red than the one he was already. He moaned, leaving his mouth open for other noised to escape his lips, only opening his eyes slightly every so often to see the man's face. Once Richter could tell Emil was used to the feeling, he quickly began to pick up his speed and was adding enough force to shake and ram their bed into the wall in front of them. With the force he was using, it allowed him to feel deeper into the boy. He grunted and groaned at the tight hot insides of the boy squeeze and pull at his weapon.
"E-Emil" Richter was losing his control as he thrusted with even greater force, finding more speed to put behind it. Both of them were sweating from head to toe as they could feel themselves create the true meaning of their pact as they became as one together in this moment as even their mana came together through this event. After a long enough span of time had passed, they could both feel themselves reaching their limits.
"R-Richter-san...c...come inside," Emil said before wrapping his arms around the man's neck, feeling exactly what he and Ratatosk wanted when they felt that hot wet mess release itself all inside him, while at the same time releasing his own mess on the older man's stomach. Richter did pull out of the boy but the remained just as close to share a final kiss before letting themselves rest their tired bodies. Both lied on the bed with chests heaving but only for a moment. Emil cuddled up against the man's chest with those warm and strong arms wrapped around him, slowly drifting off to sleep to the sound of the man's light breathing and the rhythm to the raising and lowering of the man's chest. Richter nuzzled his nose in the boy's hair, feeling his smaller frame in his arms...never wanting to let go.