AN: Ugh, nothing bothers me more then going at at looking at previous chapters... and immediately spotting a typo. It sucks. But hey... this thing is over 300k words, so there's going to be errors here and there.
Hopefully I got them all from this chapter, but knowing my luck, there's one or two out there.
AIXB45990011 (Designation: Mute): LOG ENTRIES
DATE: 10/28/2074
LOG ID: 000101
SUBJECT: IONIA
Ionia, located east by northeast off the coast of mainland Valoran, is both the name of the landmass and the nation that inhabits it. While my initial assumption was that Ionia was a mere island nation similar to Japan, further evidence has proven that Ionia may in fact be large enough that it could pass off as an island-continent. The nation's capital also shares the same name as the land and its people.
My partner, Archangel, has called this land beautiful, and I must say that I agree. Much of the landscape is untouched by humans, although I've yet to determine if that is due to most of Ionia being pre-industrial or if its because of the Ionian's natural affinity for nature. From both eyewitness and maps, I have concluded that the land is mainly covered in forests, mountains, and rivers. Everywhere we've been so far has been within sight of said trees and mountains, even in towns and Ionia's capital. Judging by how incomplete some maps are, I think it's safe to assume that some of Ionia's forests and mountains are still considered to be unknown territory. Magic also appears to be far more prevalent in nature here then anywhere else in Runeterra, this may explain why the Ascension seems to have such an interest here compared to other locations such as Piltover and Bilgewater.
From everything we've seen so far, it's safe to assume that Ionia is behind the rest of Runeterra in terms of industrialization. Most of the population still lives in scattered settlements across the land, with the only major population center on the island-continent being its capital. While the nation does have a unifying government, the nation is far more divided then it appears at first glance. Following the nation's recent war with Noxus, many are questioning the island's longstanding policy on neutrality. This is made even more evident by the sheer abhorrence we've seen some Ionians display towards the Institute of War and the League of Legends… although this appears to be a more recent development, perhaps caused by the Ascension's kidnappings and the Institute's inability to do anything about it.
The Ionians themselves appear quite xenophobic, although this is likely due to the recent war involving Noxus, whose invasion of Ionia was apparently Ionia's first war since… well… ever. Although it seems the nation has recovered for the most part, elements such as the military appear to still be in a state of rebuilding. This may be the reason why Ionia appears to be struggling so much more then Piltover and Bilgewater when it comes to Ascension activity outside of it's capital, which the Ascension recently made an incursion attempt a few days prior to this log. However, I believe the more likely reason is due to the nation's sheer size and how spread out it's population is, leaving Ionia's military spread dangerously thin trying to protect its settlements from a technologically superior foe. The Ionians don't exactly have any advance warning systems to track incoming Ascension dropships or anything reselembing a long-range communication system, leaving most of these outlying towns and villages extremely vulnerable to raids by either bandits, Ascension, or ninjas. While we've seen summoners use their orbs to send messages to and from one another, we've yet to determine if this means of communication is being used anywhere else.
Oh, and yes, I said ninjas. As I stated earlier, Ionia is having unity issues. One of these issues is a member of the League of Legends named Zed, whose ninja order, called the Order of Shadows, has been stroking the flames of internal strife. The fact that he's getting assistance from the Ascension is also incredibly damning, and that fact is what got us in our current situation. However, it does appear that the Ionians are a bit confused on as to why Zed is suddenly going so far as to try and ignite a civil war.
According to what we've heard, the Ionians plan to destroy this Order of Shadow, and to capture Zed so that the Institute of War will force him to stand trial, since he's a League champion. Although, judging how the Ionians totally blew off the League at Syndra's trial, I'm having my doubts that Zed's going to be getting anything remotely close to a fair trial… assuming the army doesn't outright kill him. Judging by the League's already failing influence, I doubt they'll be able to stop them.
We've also heard of some issues regarding a group called the Lhotlan, but we've yet to investigate that. Hopefully its just another internal problem, and one that DOESN'T involve the Ascension. Seeing how my carrier's basically been told to get out and never come back as soon as this thing with Zed's taken care of, it'll prove to be very complicated if we have to handle another faction in Ionia in bed with the Ascension. Seeing how powerful some of Ionia's magic users are, I doubt we could stand by and not do something.
And those are just some of Ionia's problems. For a nation that supposed to be fostered in harmony, this place is wild and uncontrollable.
Hmm, better wrap this one up… let me think…
In summary, Ionia seems like a nice place… although it was probably a whole lot nicer fifteen years ago. Annnnnnd judging how we've been treated here, not to mention the whole exile thing, its same to assume that future cooperation with Ionia will be difficult to say the least. Too bad it's abnormally powerful magic makes this place impossible to ignore.
This is AIXB45990011, designated MUTE… logging off!
END LOG
Unknown
"GET DOWN!"
I obeyed the scream over the COM-link, throwing myself to the dirt and covering my head. Something exploded nearby, showering me with dirt and debris, which all bounced off my armor.
"Return fire! Return fire!"
I swore for what might have been the hundredth time this very night, getting back to my feet and raising my rifle. My HUD highlighted several soldiers trying to sneak through the remains of a house. I took one of the soldiers in my sight and squeezed the trigger, sending a hail of bullets their way.
Gunfire echoed all around me as my squad did the same, the flashes from our rifles lighting up the night. Several of the enemy soldiers dropped before the others made it to cover.
"On the right! On the right!"
I turned to look in the called direction, and saw what the panic was about. An pair of IFVs with soldiers following behind had just emerged from behind another building to the side. Judging by their position, they hadn't known my squad and I had been taking cover nearby.
After we started shooting at the other squad, they noticed us, some ran for cover others opened fired on us.
Bullets slammed into the cover around me, as I took aim at another hostile. My head jerked back as I felt a bullet hit the front of it, causing me to grit my teeth in pain from the concussive impact. I ducked back down and reloaded my rifle.
Glancing over my shoulder to my fellow shock troopers, I saw one of them aiming an anti-tank launcher at the enemy.
"Cover!"
I popped back up and started shooting again, just as I hear the roar of the anti-tank launcher fire behind me. The rocket zipped past us and slammed into one of the IFV, causing it to explode.
"Die cowards! Haha!"
"They're falling back. Keep firing! Keep firing!"
I obeyed the command and took a retreating soldier in my sights, putting several rounds in his back as he ran away. The surviving IFV started to back up, putting itself between the retreating soldiers and us while spraying our position with machine gun fire.
"Down!"
I ducked back down as the higher calibre rounds landed all around us. I saw the piece of cover one of my comrades hiding behind get shattered, and he screamed as his armor failed to hold up against the rounds of the IFV's mounted cannon.
Thankfully, I also saw my squadmate with the anti-tank launcher fire again, and following another explosion, the machine-gun fire came to a sudden halt.
I poked my head back out of cover, rifle at the ready, scanning the area for hostiles.
"They fell back."
"Get ready to move. They're going to cover this area in artillery fire now that they're advance failed."
I nodded and started to get to my feet when another call came over the COM.
"GET DOWN!"
I looked back at the destroyed IFVs and my eyes went wide at what I saw.
One of the flaming wrecked IFVs was flying, flipping over and over again in midair.
Right towards us.
I screamed and dropped back down as the seventeen-ton vehicle flew overhead, slamming down behind me and making the ground shake. I covered my head as our cover behind us was demolished, and who knows how many of my squadmates had been just crushed by it?
I looked over my shoulder, and saw that several of my squadmates had ducked out of the path of the flying obstacle, but the blood on the ground told me that not everyone made it.
Who can throw an armored vehicle?! I felt myself wonder as I renewed my grip on my rifle.
My heartrate sharply increased as I realized who could… not who, but what.
"META!"
I quickly rose back out of cover, rifle at the ready and aimed in the direction the vehicle had come from…
And I was met with the sight of a lone, black armored figure wielding two swords sprinting our way. My HUD quickly highlighted the target, making it easier for me to see in the dark.
WARNING: META
"Fire! Fire!"
I managed to get several shots off before he made it to us, but each shot hit a dark barrier in front of him. The bullets never hit him.
And within a second he was on us.
He leapt at my first squadmate with a kick, sending him flying back through a collapsed wall. He darted to the shock trooper next to him with speed that my eyes could hardly follow, thrusting a sword through his neck.
The meta human twisted around, yanking the blade out of my comrade's throat and slashing at the next.
I emptied my clip into him, but even if I hit him, and if the rounds made it past his barrier, they hit his armor's energy shielding.
He was unstoppable… and fast. He danced and leapt from one squadmate to the other, slashing, stabbing, throwing…
I felt my blood go cold. I was going to die here.
"FALL BACK!"
I leapt up and turned to run, watching the meta-human impale another one of my teammates through the corner of my eye. He must have seen me run, because I felt something grab me and turn me around. MY vision was filled with his armored fist slamming into my helmet, making my world go hazy as I heard my helmet break from the impact.
The next moment the world was spinning as I sailed through the air. I landed down hard next to something… but before my brain could register what had happened, I felt a searing pain ravish my body.
I rolled away from where I landed, making out something bright as I felt intense and unbearable heat cover me. Then I felt it reach my now exposed face…
I screamed.
I screamed and tried to bat the flames out as they kissed my face, but I only succeeded in spreading them further, making me wail as I burned.
I felt someone grab me, and start dragging. Another pair of hands started to batter my face, trying to help put the flames out.
As my comrades dragged me off, I saw the meta-human fire off a beam of darkness at some far off target… while he ripped one of his swords out of a dead shock trooper's head… tearing it off. Another one of my squadmates was fleeing in terror from the demon.
It was the last thing I saw as I felt my conscious fade… as the battle for Seoul raged on.
Ionia
Ahri's eyes shot open, her heart pounding in her chest. After a few seconds she collected herself, and sighed.
No, she was not in a burning city, where some past battle was raging around her… she was in her tent.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to get the after-effects of the nightmare to go away.
Ughhh….. She thought, her mind still a bit slow from waking up.
She didn't normally struggle with nightmares, but sometimes when she took essence, some… less desirable memories would come along for the ride.
And those two shock troopers whose essence she had devoured, certainly had quite a few.
Especially the female… and seeing how her face was covered in scarring from burns it wasn't very surprising.
My face was on fire in that dream…
Ahri sighed. Guess that memory belonged to that girl then. She had seen most of the memories flash by when she indulged herself in her life-force… but she had tried to push the darker parts out.
She had seen that dream before then… but it had gone by so fast that she didn't get to register every little detail.
Ahri could say that she enjoyed seeing it the second time anymore then she did the first.
She rolled over and took a sip from a nearby canteen, before trying to roll over again and get some sleep.
She sighed again… then she recalled the dark-armored soldier who had slaughtered the girl's squad.
He had dark power… two swords… fired a laser of darkness…
Was that… Archangel?
Judging by what she had seen… the fact that it was though the point of view of the Ascension, Ahri was willing to bet she had just witnessed a battle in what Archangel had called the Ascension War.
In that dream he appeared almost brutal… merciless.
Now that she thought about it, he had shown the same merciless back when the Ascension attempted to capture Syndra.
Ahri rubbed her eyes again. She would have to talk to him about this tomorrow. He was very clearly on guard around her at all time, even though it looked like he was trying his hardest not to. He was that afraid of having his memories stolen.
I'm not a memory eating monster…
Ahri moaned as she stretched her body out, sighing in comfort. It was a little ironic how she had gotten to see some of Archangel's past by devouring the essence of one of his enemy's… with his blessing.
I'll have to talk to him about it tomorrow… see if he can make more sense of what I'm seeing…
Ahri thought about it. Given the contents of the conversation, it would mean she would need to speak to him alone… so tomorrow night would be best. It would have to be her tent too, since Syndra was camping in his.
A deviant grin started to appear on her face. Archangel never did anything without a reason for it… now she had a reason to give him.
She could feel the sexual tension between them every time they talked. True, she instigated most if not all of it… but he certainly had his own part to play in this.
Maybe we can FINALLY do something about that… I have an itch that needs scratching after all.
Ugh… suddenly, I'm having second thoughts. Isaac thought.
When he told Irelia about wanting to give the soldiers the load-down on how to fight Ascension soldiers, she gave him the green-light, and then proceeded to call all the army's officers and gave a general invite to all soldiers to join them. Irelia said anyone who didn't come to learn would hear it the next day from their own officers or fellow soldiers, so it would only be a few days before everyone knew.
That being said, she believed that hearing it from the source would be best, hence the general invitation she had sent out to everyone.
Now… he wasn't so sure if he was happy that Irelia was so agreeable with him all the time.
This is going to be worse then Bilgewater… I know it… Isaac sighed as he sat on a small elevated position, looking down at a clearing that had been made in the center of the army's camp. Soldiers were setting up seating for everyone, and were in the process of assembling a makeshift-stage. Isaac saw that some soldiers wearing officer decorum were already showing up, including both Ren and Irelia.
"Looks like you're getting a quite the crowd." Mute chuckled.
"No shit…" Isaac grumbled. "Did I ever mention how much I don't like public speaking?"
"You've fought in wars, you've wrestled with a dragon, and you slept with a total lunatic… yet public speaking is where you draw the line?"
Isaac opened his mouth to retort, when he heard Blitzkrieg moving behind him.
"Huh…" The older man scoffed. "Giving the amount of space and seating they're setting up for you, I think they forgot that nearly everyone in this camp hates you."
Isaac glanced upwards with narrowed eyes. His former superior-now-equal was leaning against a rock right next to him. The height difference strained his neck a bit so Isaac sighed and stood up.
"Thanks for reminding me." He said with anything BUT an appreciative tone.
The Alpha shrugged. "What I'm here for." The Alpha shrugged before turning to look at Isaac. "You need to practice in front of a mirror or something?"
"I've given lectures before."
"To recruits at TRANS-Ops, yeah I know. But that was only groups of what, forty? Not even? This crowd looks to be in the triple digits."
Isaac rolled his eyes. "I'm not getting stage fright. I've been through worse events then this."
Blitzkrieg shrugged again. "True I guess. So, what are you going to say? You don't exactly have time to tell them about all the Ascension's weaknesses."
Isaac rolled his neck, his eyes glancing to the small pop-up Mute had created for him in his HUD. It was a list of what he planned to cover.
"I'm going to focus on Ascension ground forces. Mostly on shock troopers though, since we've pretty much only seen them. I'm going to give a small overview on specialist troops like the Banshee, since I think its important that the soldiers know that some Ascension troops have personal cloaking."
Blitzkrieg nodded. "Good point, although I doubt you'll need to get technical. Might as well list off all the specialist troops though, just in case."
Isaac bit the inside of his lip. "You think they'll need to know that much? I doubt they'll be willing to listen to me go on and on about how great the Ascension soldiers are, it might have a bad effect on morale."
"I see your point on the whole morale thing, but I think know thy enemy is the preferred alternative."
The conversation was interrupted when they heard Ezreal groan. "You mean there are MORE then just those shock troopers?" The explorer asked as he walked up to them.
Isaac turned from Blitzkrieg to look at Ezreal. "Well… yeah." He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"Heard you were giving a speech or something on how to fight the Ascension." Ezreal put his hands on his hips. "Seeing how we're all going to be fighting them a lot more often, it's probably best that we study up on them."
"Fair enough… I'm assuming the others are coming too?" Isaac asked.
Ezreal nodded.
Great… I hope Shyvana keeps her mouth shut… I'd rather NOT start an argument with her in front of an entire crowd… even more so when said crowd hates me.
He knew Syndra wasn't included in the "others" Ezreal had mentioned. But he only knew that because when he told Syndra what he was doing she said that she wasn't interested since she powerful enough to circumvent any weaknesses.
She's rather overconfident for someone who LOST to a squad of Shock Troopers... although I'll give her that she had been taken off guard, and the troopers were fielding some kind of anti-magic barrier.
Now THAT was concerning… magic was Valoran's best counter to the Ascension… and yet the Ascension had already begun developing countermeasures.
Still, he was a little curious as to what Syndra was doing… that woman was clearly bored out of her mind. If something didn't happen soon, Isaac expected her to try and make a run for it.
Need to get my hands on one of those… too bad the ones the Shock Troopers had collected all the dropped ones when they fled with Starscream.
Isaac glanced down at his list. Mute had silently added the specialist troopers to it, right after Shock Troopers and before Meta-Humans. Aircraft wasn't on the list since Irelia had told him that she had a countermeasure for that via magic, so he left it off the list.
Yeah… the Meta-Human part is the one I'm looking forward to the least…
Isaac glanced back to Blitzkrieg. "You think if I tell them about mechs and tanks, I'll lose them?"
Blitzkrieg paused for a moment. "Hmm, probably. Best just compare it to… uh, they have some kind of equivalent in this world?"
"A thing called Blitzcrank."
"Sure, compare it to that then."
Isaac nodded. He was planning on doing that anyways. In fact, it was probably best if he tried to do that for the specialist troops too.
So basically, how I did when I sent Kasubel that letter…
Now, THAT was awhile ago… in fact that was the last time he had any kind of contact with the Minister of Valoran Security. Aside from that quick letter he had fired off before departing with the army.
He can't be happy with our radio silence… not sure if I care, but Mute DID mention that the League could hinder me if they tried hard enough… and Kasubel likely has the power to do that.
He was still a little indecisive on what to do about the Institute of War… but that wasn't important right now. Instead, Isaac glanced at his list again.
"Mute, since you scanned the book, can you come up with some equivalents for me?" He asked.
"Of course." Mute's voice filled his helmet. "I'll see if I can come up with a League champion that's similar to each specialist. Since everyone knows who they are it'll be easier."
"That'll work. Thanks." Isaac replied, noticing that Ezreal had made to leave.
"Anyways." The blonde began as he started to walk away, "I'm going to go reserve seats for the others. Good luck."
Thanks… Isaac thought, responding to the blonde with a nod as he went on his way.
After Ezreal left, Blitzkrieg chuckled. "Reserve seats? Christus, what does he think this is? A concert?"
Isaac grinned. "Yeah, and I'm singing how to kill people."
"Ugh." Blitzkrieg rolled his neck. "The song of our people, right?"
Isaac chuckled at the dark humor. "Now that I think about it, why aren't you coming up on stage with me?" He asked.
The larger man suddenly produced a flask from behind his back. He cracked open his visor just enough to slip the mouth in and take a swig.
"Sorry. Looks like I've been drinking." Blitzkrieg said as he sealed his visor back in place, but not before Isaac saw the shit-eating grin on his grizzled face.
Oh, fuck off… you JUST started… Isaac thought with a sigh, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.
"I've got to do everything around here, don't I?"
"If it makes you feel better, I'll drink to your health."
"Thanks for your concern, sir."
"We're the same rank now, you can drop the sir."
It was Isaac's turn to grin. "Don't like being reminded of your age?"
Blitzkrieg shrugged. "No more then you like being reminded about your height."
Isaac felt his eye twitch.
Touché... touché…
Blitzkrieg turned his head to the side. "Jokes aside, you've got a visitor."
Huh?
Isaac glanced over his shoulder, and was met with the sight of Ahri a short distance away, walking in his direction.
… Oh.
He turned back to Blitzkrieg. "Why do you think she's coming to talk to me?"
Blitzkrieg made a chuckle. "Well no one else is around aside from me and you, and everyone's still avoiding me, remember?"
Yeah… because you kind of gave everyone the impression you're a fucking psycho…
"Why hello Archangel…" He heard Ahri's sultry voice behind him. "Someone told me you're giving a speech. That seems rather unlike you."
… Ok it was obvious…
He turned around to face the fox-girl, who was dressed in her usual attire.
Seriously, wearing something that shows off that much must attract a lot of stares… I don't know how anyone could enjoy that…
Isaac knew for a fact he certainly didn't enjoy being the subject of so many glances… although he knew people were generally looking at him for different reasons then people would look at someone like Ahri.
Thoughts aside, he gave her a nod.
"Ahri." He greeted her. "Its less of a speech and more of a lecture."
Ahri had her usual deviant grin. "I suppose that's kind of the same thing."
"Not really…" Mute muttered. "A speech should be uplifting. We're about to tell everyone how bad our odds are..."
Shut up Mute… just because I was thinking the same thing doesn't mean you get to say it.
Ignoring his companion, Isaac focused on Ahri. "I assume that's why you're here?" He asked.
Honestly, after seeing Ahri in action, Isaac had kind of thrown her in the same bracket as Syndra. Both seemed to have powerful enough magic that would negate most of what he was about to explain.
Ahri nodded. "Yes I am." One of her tails fluttered over to her face to hide her mouth. "And I must say, its good to hear that you're being more… social."
Isaac felt his eye twitch. Although it was less to Ahri's comment and more to Mute's snickering.
Her tails resumed their usual place and Ahri gave him another small nod. "I wish you good luck on your… lecture. Although that is not why I am here so early."
Isaac raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"This evening…." Ahri slowly strutted closer to Isaac. He nearly put his guard up on reflex, and had to force himself to remain still. When she was within his arm's reach she stopped, a cheshire grin on her face. "I was wondering if you could come by my tent? There's something I want to discuss with you."
Isaac felt some of the hairs on the back of his neck rise… along with his pulse. Slightly.
Mute must have noticed because he heard her snort.
It's not what you think you damn AI….
While yes, he recalled his and Ahri's previous conversation (and the brief flirting) his mind was immediately drawn back to the time in the prison. Where Ahri had syphoned the essence out of the Shock Troopers.
If she could do it that easily…
Alone in a tent with her at night? Yeah… yeah, she could easily end him... or steal his memories. As bad as said memories were, they were all he truly had that were his and his alone.
However, the logical side of things quickly hit him. If Ahri wanted to lure him into a trap, she wouldn't have said it right in front of Blitzkrieg. Then there was also what Irelia told him… although he was still skeptic.
… making friends… right? Yeah… that's never been my strong point.
It was definitely a bit on the odd side… that he found fighting in a battle easier then relationships.
"What about?" Isaac replied. He wasn't agreeing to anything unless he knew what was going on.
If Ahri was put off by his question, then she didn't show it.
"Its about some of the memories I've seen from when I took the essence of those two shock troopers." She replied.
Isaac was a little surprised.
Funny… I needed to talk to her about that.
However, it wasn't lost on him that she was the one approaching him about them. That meant she had seen something important enough that she wanted to speak to him about it in private.
That meant there was a possibly she had seen something retaining to him in those memories… and it was something worth talking to him about.
…. Or she's using it as a bullshit excuse to lure me into her den.
Either way… Isaac knew he needed to talk to her about the same subject, and now that she had just asked him, he couldn't procrastinate on it any longer.
However, before he answered, Ahri suddenly moved even closer to him, leaning her face over by his ear. He had to again resist the urge to remind her about personal space.
"And after that…" Ahri's voice had dropped to a whisper, and it sounded more seductive. "Perhaps we should… finally take that time to get to know each other better?"
…. Yeah… it's a bullshit excuse…
"So…." She continued, still whispering, "when I say come by later, I mean preferably after everyone's gone to bed."
With that, the temptress backed away from him and suddenly turned to leave. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
"I'll see you later then." She informed him with a wink… and then walked away without waiting for his answer.
…
"Well…" Mute snorted again. "She's got you there. Now you CAN'T not show up or you'll have scorned a powerful mage."
"… Great…" Isaac sighed. Part of him was looking forward to this… but his logic side told him he was thinking with the wrong head… pun intended.
Before Mute could go any further in tormenting him like the sadist she was, he heard Blitzkrieg clear his throat.
"Well then…" As his squadmate began to speak, Isaac felt a hand come down on his shoulder. This, being Blitzkrieg's hand, caused Isaac to wince slightly. "I'm hoping you remembered our conversation back when you first woke up from that coma?"
Isaac sighed, peeling Blitzkrieg's hand off his shoulder and turning to face his comrade. "Yes… I remember. And no, I'm not emotionally involved. It's the opposite actually."
Blitzkrieg tilted his head to the side. "Oh? You're not going to try and tap that?"
… If it gets you off my case with this subject then I'm even MORE tempted to.
"I was referring to the fact that I don't trust her…" Isaac sighed. "She can steal memories, and when I saw her do it she had an expression on her face that made it seem like she really enjoyed it. It looked very easy too, I doubt I would have a chance to stop her once she started."
And saying that she really enjoyed it is putting it lightly… judging by the way her face moved it looked more like she was trying hard to NOT show that she was enjoying it.
However, Blitzkrieg shrugged in response. "Yeah, Mute shared her profile with Goth. I'll admit that whole memory stealing thing warrants caution, but seeing how that bombshell wants you, you'd be an idiot to turn her down."
… Sorry Ahri… but meta-humans have enhanced hearing… so yeah, whispering doesn't do shit.
Isaac shook his head and waved Blitzkrieg off. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."
Blitzkrieg snorted. "You mean you'll wrap it when you get to her?"
He felt his eye twitch again… it was starting to turn into an annoying habit.
Didn't have to deal with this shit back on Earth… why is it such an issue now?! Seriously, between Ahri and Jinx, can't anyone remotely normal have a thing for me?
Not that anyone with a right mind SHOULD have a thing for someone like him…
"I…" Mute began. "I don't think the condom is something they've invented yet…"
That's. Not. The. Fucking. POINT!
Unknown
The world was dark…
W..huh…?
She couldn't move…
There was a bright flash, and suddenly the world was filled with light.
"See! I told you she was awake!"
She could understand the words, but everything around her was blurry from the sudden onslaught of brightness.
"GET OFF ME!" She heard a familiar voice screaming nearby.
She turned her head to look to the side, and saw some blurry figures struggle with another darker toned one on a bed of sorts.
"NO!" The familiar voice screamed again. "LET ME GO!"
She tried to place the familiar voice as she focused her eyes, trying to clear the blurriness out of them by squinting. Other voices joined the familiar one, screaming to keep him pinned down.
Then one of the figures moved to the side, and she could see the struggling man's face. It took another second for her slow mind to processes what she was seeing… then she recognized him.
L-Lucian?!
Her eyes bolted open as she recalled… everything.
"Lucian!" Fiora screamed as she tried to get up to help him fight off the men surrounding him who were trying to strap him into a bed. However, when she tried to get up she found herself unable to.
W-What?!
She looked down at her body, only to see that she was naked, and already strapped into a bed of her own.
"Well… well… well! Look whose awake." She heard a cold taunting voice.
She turned her head to see a taller man with dark blue armor standing over her. It looked familiar… but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.
Her confusion quickly turned to anger.
"Where are we!?" Fiora screamed. "What are you doing to us?! Who-"
The armored figure waved his hand around, silencing her.
"Woah, woah, woah… take it easy." He said, "I'd tell you to be calm and not to worry… but I dislike lying through my teeth like that." The figure started to laugh. "You should be VERY worried right now."
Fiora growled, and lobbed a wade of spit in the man's face.
The armored figure sighed, reaching a hand up to wipe the spit off his visor. "What is with you people and spitting?" He asked.
Then suddenly brought the back of his hand down on the side of Fiora's face… hard.
She gasped in pain as her head shot to the side, her vision blurring yet again.
"Flammenschwert!" Someone shouted, a female. "No hitting the subjects!"
She heard the figure, Flammenschwert she assumed, laugh. "Sorry doc… just… teaching the savages some manners."
Fiora felt something loose in her mouth, and she spat.
"Oh, for fuck sakes! Look what you did you damn brute!" She heard the woman shout.
She felt someone grab her, much more gently then how she had just been treated, and tilted her head upwards. She saw the man who had just hit her a back off while a woman with glasses and a white coat had grasped her head, tilting it side to side.
The white coated woman snarled. "You knocked some of her teeth out." He growled, turning his head away to look at Flammenschwert. "Unless your goal is to make more work for us, then you'd best be on your way."
Flammenschwert seemed to be amused by the comment, but raised his hands up in a disarming fashion as he backed away. "Sorry, sorry doc… I'll take my leave then."
"Good." The doctor growled, turning back to look at Fiora, who was still in a daze.
"God damn it…" The doctor grumbled, fishing something out of her pocket. She brought an object to the side of her head and Fiora heard a click. A bright light started shining from the object, and Fiora winced at the sudden brightness.
"No, look into the light… there you go… good... good…" The doctor spoke in a surprisingly soft tone as she moved closer to Fiora's face, waving the light back and forth. "Follow it… good… good…"
She her mind grow hazy again… but complied. She saw the doctor reach out and pull down one of her eyelids, peering into it.
"W… where… am…" She started to ask, but felt her head grow even heavier.
The doctor noticed, and she saw her scowl again. "Damn it! Alright, we'll have to delay on this one. You two, take her into the next room and check for any swelling." She said, suddenly standing up and moving away from her. "That son of a bitch just HAD to get aggressive. Get me Enzo. I'm going to tell him that if he doesn't order Flammenschwert to stay the fuck out of my lab, I'll…"
Fiora couldn't hear her anymore… she couldn't hear anything… her vision faded more and more.
What's… going… to… happen… to… me….?
She fainted.
Ionia
The lecture went off without much of a hitch. Thankfully, the soldiers seemed to be willing to put aside any animosity against him for the sake of learning how to fight the enemy.
Thank god there not that stupid… Isaac thought. Even Shyvana had kept her mouth shut.
Some questions did get asked, like what kind of effect magic would have on the armor of a shock trooper, and sadly, Isaac couldn't answer that too well.
After the whole thing was over, Isaac swung by the tent to check on his charge. When he had found the tent empty and no one around, Isaac had groaned. Thankfully, he didn't have to look far and found Syndra lying on a nearby hill staring up at the starry sky.
Yeah… if she's starting to wander, its only a matter of time before she does something…
Isaac felt a little bit of irritation gnawing at him. Babysitting Syndra was NOT something he wanted to do… but he had dug this hole himself. He just hoped her powers were what everyone made them out to be.
That being said, as long as she didn't go and make a mess, she was free to do what she wanted.
Either way, Isaac decided to leave the dark mage alone… she didn't need to know where he was going.
He tilted his head back to look up at the stars. Unlike the smog covered skies of Earth, Runeterra's star-studded skies were clear and shining.
That's a nice sight… Isaac thought, putting it mildly. Although, as much as a part of him wanted to watch the spectacle, it was probably best if he slipped away now, before Syndra noticed him.
He went back to his tent and thought about dropping off some of his gear, but then he remembered how Shen the asshole had ambushed him last night.
Yeah… I'm not walking anywhere without being armed.
The walk through the camp was thankfully uneventful. Everyone had retired for the night, and thankfully there were no ninjas to suddenly block his path, act cryptic, then attack him.
When he arrived in the area where the champions had made their lodgings, Isaac was quickly presented with a new problem.
…. Just about all the tents look the same…. So… which one's Ahri's?
Great… just great… he was so not going to start peaking into each tent to find which one the fox-girl was waiting in.
Thankfully, he didn't have to. One of the tent flaps ahead of him opened, revealing his target who beckoned him forward.
"Guess that means she was waiting for you." Mute chuckled.
As much as he downplayed it earlier, Isaac had a hunch how this night was going to end up.
"Mute, in the event I have to take my helmet off…" He began.
"You mean when you take your helmet off."
"… Can you keep watch? If you detect her stealing my essence, send a ping off to Goth."
"Yes, yes. I'll be sure to do that." Mute rolled her eyes as he talked. "Now, go get her tiger!"
Isaac had to resist another sigh, and entered Ahri's tent, where he found the sole occupant lying on her back on her bedroll.
"Welcome, welcome to my humble abode." Ahri giggled, motioning around with her arm.
Isaac took a quick glance around to get a feel for his surroundings.
Ahri's tent was rather… spacious. It was the same size as Isaac and Syndra's, clearly meant for more then one person. Aside from her bedroll, she didn't have much: some food, water, and what Isaac was assuming was feminine care products… or at least, this world's version of it, resting on a small table. And even then, she had hardly anything.
Well… we are on a campaign… wouldn't make sense to drag everything with you.
Before he said anything Ahri sat upright, crossing her legs and giving him a grin.
"Don't just stand there, come." She patted a spot next to her. "And take that helmet off, why don't you? It's easier to talk that way."
Yeah… easier for you maybe. You'd be surprised how keeping one's facial expression hidden shifts conversations in my favor.
That, and the intimidation factor was nice when trying to get information.
On the subject of information… I'm starting to get a feeling I won't be getting much info tonight…
Isaac wanted to sigh at that. As much as the idea of having sex with Ahri was very tempting… he still had a job to do.
That being said… if Ahri wasn't willing to talk, forcing the info out of her was not going to be worth it with the potential consequences.
So, without a word, Isaac complied to her request. He went over to the table where her belongings were and slapped his visor back down into place. He set his helmet on the table, facing it so that Mute could watch over as much of the tent as possible.
He heard Ahri giggle behind him, and he turned to look at her.
"What? No comeback?" Ahri asked with a grin. "No argument? Are you feeling ok Archangel?"
He shrugged. "No point arguing on this one." He said, plopping himself down next to Ahri.
"Hmm, is that so?" She giggled briefly before tilting her head to the side, and to the other side, eyes darting around his exposed and scarred face.
"So… what did you want to talk about?" Isaac asked. He was hopeful that he could get SOMETHING out of Ahri before the mood shifted to a point where it would be too difficult to do so.
Ahri stopped her inspection of his face, and sighed.
"When I take someone's essence, I can pick and choose what memories to take." She began, leaning back and putting a little bit of distance between the two as she spoke… likely to show that she was being serious now. "The more essence I take though, the harder that becomes."
Isaac tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brow. "I… I'm not sure I follow. It gets harder to choose what memories to take, as in its harder to steal memories the more essence you steal?"
She shook her head. "No, I mean the more essence I draw out, the more the memories start to flood into me. I can still choose some, but for the most part my… victim's… memories start to enter my mind uncontrollably."
Isaac turned her words around in his head… and suddenly he was missing Mute to help clarify things for him.
I think I get it…
"So…" Isaac began, making sure he had this right. "The more essence you drain, the more memories you get… but its like a dam bursting, right? Only that its memories that break out instead of water."
Ahri smiled slightly, seemingly pleased that he managed to understand.
"Yes, that's one way to put it."
"So… why are you telling me this?" Isaac asked. Unless this was her way to try and get him to trust her more, he had a hunch that she had something a little more serious to tell him.
"When I took the essence from that male shock trooper, I only took enough that I could choose the memories we need to verify what we wanted to know." Ahri explained, however her face started to fall. "But… when the other one started to die, I tried to take as much of her essence as possible, since she was already dead. I didn't get all her memories, there are several blanks, but I got a pretty good idea about how she lived her life."
Isaac frowned, he was worried about that. This meant Ahri knew all about Earth now.
Hmm… this… could be bad. Isaac thought. He wasn't sure Ahri could, or even would, do anything with that knowledge… but this was a security leak. Thankfully it was an Ascension soldier, so any TRANS-Ops secrets wouldn't have been spoiled.
"So... what did you see?" Isaac asked. A part of him was actually quite curious as to hear Ahri's impression of Earth. Given whose memories she stole, it might not exactly be an accurate one.
Ahri paused, staring off into nothing… likely trying to gather her thoughts.
With all the memories she's taken… I wonder if she's even able to tell which ones are truly hers and which ones are stolen…
"Its… an amazing place…" Ahri spoke slowly… but her face was tense. "But also, so dark. Forgive me, but it looks like a terrible world to grow up in… at least, from that girl's perspective it was. She had no family, she had been raped, and the only people who gave her anything betrayed her. I didn't get any memories as to how she came to be part of the Ascension but I know she felt… happy there."
Isaac… wasn't sure how to feel about that. It's easier to kill your enemy when you don't think of them as human.
Ahri took his silence as a hint to keep speaking.
"I got to see this... Ascension War you've mentioned first hand through her memories. Turns out, she had fought in several battles." She furrowed her brow for a moment. "Sorry if I'm pronouncing the name wrong… but she was at... Lis… Lisbon?"
"Lisbon, yeah you said it right." Isaac nodded. He never fought in the European theatre during the war, so he couldn't speak from experience for the various battles in the Iberian Peninsula. TRANS-Ops didn't exist during that period of the war.
"But… the real reason I wanted to bring this up with you is because at one of the later battles… I think…" Ahri began, but started to trail off.
He carefully watched Ahri, noticing how she was appraising him like he was a piece of meat on display at some market. Before he could ask her what was wrong, he saw a confused look appear on her face. Ahri slowly sat upright and leaned over to Isaac, causing him to become further confused as Ahri slowly grasped his arm and lifted it up in the air.
Correction, he let her lift it up in the air… he could easily have stopped her.
"Uhh…" Isaac voiced his confusion at Ahri's actions. "What are you doing?"
Ahri didn't seem to hear him, she simply inspected his arm, her slender hands poking the armor on his bicep. She started to look just as confused as he was.
"How… that thing I saw in the memory was called an IFV… and it was apparently over seventeen tons…" She mumbled to herself.
… What?
"How…?" Ahri looked bewildered. "Ok… maybe it wasn't you I saw... there's no way you could do something like that… but I was so sure it was you…" She rambled on, not making any sense.
"Uh, Ahri?" Isaac asked, pulling his arm out of her grasp to get her attention. "What are you talking about."
Ahri bit her lower lip and look him in the eye. "Tell me, have you ever thrown a seventeen-ton object called an IFV at some shock troopers?" She asked with a serious expression.
Isaac's eyes started to go wide. Ahri must have noticed that he was still a bit confused at her question…
"At some place… called Seoul?"
…. I knew it… She did see me in those memories…
He felt conflicted… very conflicted. He had tried so hard to ensure no one got to see his memories… not the League, not Ahri… not telling anyone anything about his past. Yet through the eyes of a damn enemy shock trooper she had seen something.
How the hell could a shock trooper have seen me and survive… what… I… did…
There's no way… I left no survivors…
Isaac felt a new possibly take his mind by storm, one that filled him with anger.
She… stole my memories! That bitch!
On reflex he grabbed Ahri's shoulders, causing her to yelp in surprise as he slammed her into the ground, pinning her.
"You!" Isaac growled, anger quickly taking over. "You just took some of my memories! Didn't you!?"
Ahri's expression was clearly one of absolute shock… and Isaac saw something else in there.
Fear.
"N-no!" Ahri cried, her face clearly showed that she had not expected this.
… Liar…
"Explain!" Isaac snarled.
Ahri did not. Instead, the fear on her face vanished, and her expression changed into a snarl.
"Let. Me. Go. Archangel." She said, very slowly… her voice taking on a dangerous tone.
Deafening silence fell over the two of them, glaring at each other and refusing to break eye contact.
Isaac grit his teeth, his anger beginning to subside just enough for the more logical side of his brain to make itself heard.
Think. You won't get anything from doing this. If she stole your essence, Mute would know!
Isaac slowly broke away, turning his head to look back where he had set his helmet down. He was met with the sight of a small blue blink from his visor.
Mute's signal to let him know that things were ok.
…. Then… she didn't?
Isaac took in a sharp breath. He quickly turned back to look at Ahri, underneath him. Her expression said that if he made one wrong move, he would regret it.
… I… shit.
Realizing his mistake, Isaac sighed, and softened his grasp on her.
"Sorry…" He mumbled, getting off the vastaya.
He sighed again and sat back down where he was before. That... could have gone much, much better.
Ahri didn't move, and he saw how her dangerous expression had retained itself, watching him like a hawk.
"What was that about?" She asked, her voice low.
Isaac brought a hand up and rubbed his eyes. Yeah… he wasn't worming his way out of this one.
Real smooth Isaac… real fucking smooth… so much for having a good grasp on your temper.
"I…" Isaac began, before he made eye contact with Ahri again, and sighing. "Look, I'm sorry. That won't happen again."
Ahri responded by snarling. "You'll have to forgive me if I don't trust YOU this time…"
Isaac opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again. She had him there.
The tables appear to have turned….
Isaac shook his head. "Ok, look. When the other soldiers in the army call you the Reaper of Seoul because of your body-count, you don't expect there to be any survivor tales."
Ahri's expression broke slightly, and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she saw Isaac raise his hand.
"I'm not done." He took a deep breath before continuing. "To answer your question, yes. I threw an IFV at some shock troopers at the battle of Seoul. It was right after some troops from the New California Republic got ambushed, and to distract the shock troopers long enough for me to get close to them I used my dark matter powers to throw the IFV at them."
Isaac sighed. He really didn't like talking about his background… he was not one to brag about his past experiences in war. He hated those who brag about war gotten glory.
Glory is for fools.
Ahri opened her mouth to speak again, and this time Isaac let her. "The… Reaper of Seoul…?"
… Yeah… I thought she'd ask about that… man I hate that title.
It's the main reason no one in Shadow Team ever said it. They knew how much he hated it.
"I…" Isaac began, but suddenly found himself unable to continue. If he was to explain the title, it would mean bringing up his past… more specifically, Kasumi. He tried to think of a way to circumvent bringing her name up.
While he was deep in thought, Ahri slowly sat back up next to him. She was clearly still a bit cautious, but she seemed to be significantly more relaxed then she was a few moments ago.
"Is it... tough to talk about?" She asked, before rolling her eyes and sighing. "What am I asking, of course it is."
"Its…" Isaac, closed his eyes and found his voice again. "Ok… I kind of went off the deep end at that battle. I broke off from my squad during the battle at night… and…" Isaac sighed. "I slaughtered the Ascension soldiers. Didn't use any guns, only swords and my powers because I wanted to FEEL them die by my hand, I wanted to enjoy it. And I did! Didn't matter how much they begged, if they were volunteer troops or Korean soldiers or shock troopers or whatever. Anyone who so much as had the Ascension insignia simply near them I killed."
He opened his eyes and looked Ahri right back in hers. "I lost it. Completely. Some of my… victims weren't even enemy soldiers. Some were just civilians holding Ascension weapons and equipment, who were just trying to survive in the occupied city. It didn't matter. I killed them all."
His gaze broke off from Ahri, and he stared off into nothing behind her. "At first, I was counting how many I butchered… I stopped counting when I got into the triple digits… and that was only three hours in. My squad finally found me when the sun came up… they found me leaning over some poor bastard, stabbing him over and over again while he screamed. I have no idea how I got there, I think I blacked out at some point in time, going into some kind of blood-frenzy. Blitzkrieg had to literally drag me away."
Isaac sighed again, letting himself fall back onto the ground. "There's… a lot more to that story… but I'm sorry… I don't want to go into any more detail." He finished.
Yeah… there is a lot more to that story… like WHY I lost it… and how my actions had dire consequences that affected every meta-human on the planet…
Ahri didn't say anything. After a few seconds he looked at her, and saw her concerned but serious face.
"Wow…" She finally said. "I… I'm suddenly very glad I've never had any of your essence."
Isaac let out a small chuckle… it was a self-scorning one but he didn't care. It felt good.
"Yeah… sorry. But, yeah…" Isaac sighed as he sat back up. "They aren't all that bad… but… well…" He trailed off, not wanting to go any further.
Ahri seemed to be gauging him carefully. "If… your memories are so bad… why are you so desperate to keep them?"
….
Isn't that the million-dollar question…
"Because... because…" Isaac began, trying to find the words. "Because they're all I got left. Between forgetting who I am and dying, I'd take dying any day."
And that was the truth.
Isaac sighed again for what felt like the hundredth time that night. "Sorry, again… you know, for pushing you over." He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.
He heard Ahri giggle softly. "Its… fine. I was just surprised that's all…. And you know…"
He looked at her, seeing a familiar deviant smile on her face.
"I… was… kind of hoping that we were going to be ending up in a similar position tonight…" She gave him a wink. "Just with less clothes on."
Isaac felt some heat go to his face, and let a small nervous laugh escape his lips.
Knew it was a bullshit excuse to get me here tonight…
Too bad I ruined that.
Silence resumed its place between them… and Isaac was about to excuse himself for the night. Then he saw Ahri fidgeting slightly. He raised an eyebrow in question when he saw her lifting a hand.
Ahri's hand slowly reached out for his face. However, when she was about a foot away from contact she suddenly stopped, likely because of what happened last time she had tried to touch his face. Isaac glanced at her and saw the conflicted look on her face.
"May I?" She asked, almost a whisper.
Isaac sighed, and gave a nod.
He felt Ahri's hand cup his face for a moment, and he (against his better judgement), basked in the warmth of her hand. After a second, she pulled away, and instead began to trace a finger along the many scars on his face.
Isaac watched Ahri's face as she did so. She had a focused expression on her face that also showed her interest in what she was doing.
"So many…" She whispered as she traced one, then the other, then the next. "After seeing what I did in those memories… and from what you told me… I can understand how you would have gotten them."
"Its…" Isaac began before taking a deep breath then letting it out.
I… don't like thinking too much about it.
"You… could say it's been a rough past few years…" He finally said after a few seconds.
Ahri gave him a sympathizing look as she continued to trace his face. "Looks more like a rough life…" She whispered, sounding sorry for him.
Isaac felt annoyance at that. He didn't want Ahri's pity. Back on Earth he could tell that when some people looked at his face they felt that. Pity. Pity did nothing for him… pity won't change his life.
Pity won't change the past.
Pity wouldn't bring Isabella or Kasumi back.
He closed his eyes.
His whole life had been one helping of shit salad after the other… and the few good things in life he enjoyed had been taken away from him. And he knew it wasn't just him, the other meta-humans were in the same boat… but each one of them had found at least something to help them cope with their lot in life, whether it was healthy or not.
Jackhammer and Raptor had lots of sex (not with each other), Blitzkrieg was a borderline alcoholic, Athena used to get into bar fights… only Oracle and Firewall had found less damning outlets.
Isaac kept it all to himself… nothing he did or said would right the wrongs of the past. Instead, he looked to the future, to try and stop those who had caused this pain… and to stop them from causing it to so many others.
Isaac tore his thoughts away from his inner turmoil… focusing on the feeling of Ahri's slender finger tracing his scars. He opened his eyes and saw that Ahri was still immersed in her work…
... I need to be able to enjoy SOMETHING…
Isaac studied her face again, before his sight zero'd in on Ahri's lips.
... I'll start here…
He pushed forward, and all that escaped Ahri's mouth before he pressed his lips against hers was a small yelp of surprise at his sudden action.
He kissed her.
Ahri immediately kissed back.
(LEMON WARNING)
Isaac felt Ahri wrap her arms around his head as she kissed him back, and he fell onto his back as Ahri pushed herself into him. He wrapped his arms around her as their mouths worked against one another. Small moans escaped their mouths between kisses, and soon Isaac forced his tongue into Ahri's.
That must have set Ahri off, because she suddenly kissed him back vigorously, lapsing his tongue around with hers as he felt her grip the small amount of hair he had on his head. The two continued for a bit before breaking off the kiss, trying to catch their breaths.
Ahri let go of his head, her hands moving to his chest, where he saw her pull at his chest-plate.
"Ok… you NEED this off!" She said between breathes.
Couldn't agree more.
Isaac gently pushed Ahri off him, sat upright, and started to strip his armor off as fast as he could. He saw her dart over to her belongings and started shuffling through them. He turned away and focused back on getting his armor off.
After a moment he heard her go "ah ha!", and he glanced back over at her, only to see her down a pink colored liquid from a vial.
Huh?
"What's that?" He asked as he continued to undress himself.
Ahri quickly put the vial back where she found it. "A neutralizing potion." She answered.
"A neutralizing potion?" Isaac asked, pausing his task to look at Ahri with a raised eyebrow.
Ahri looked at him like he was crazy for asking, before he saw the dawn of understanding appear on her face.
"Oh, right, you're not from this world."
…. Wow, you got the memory of a goldfish or something?
He didn't say it of course… and Ahri continued.
"It's a contraceptive." She said, "I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say it's a miracle worker."
… Huh.
That's… convenient. I know a lot of religious people in my world would see such a potion as a great evil or something… but their fucking loss.
Isaac turned back to his task, removing the last of his upper armor, and getting started on his legs. Ahri left his field of vision, and he heard rustling behind him. He decided it was more important for him to be naked instead of seeing what Ahri was up to.
When he bent down to undo his greaves, he heard a small moan behind him. He glanced back and his eyes went wide at what he saw.
Ahri was already lying on the bedroll, fully naked and showing off her voluptuous body. She moaned softly as she played with one of her breasts with a hand while stroking her exposed womanhood with the other, all while having her eyes fixed on him.
She noticed him staring and gave him a deviant smile.
"Like what you see?" She asked with a wink. "As soon as you get your cock out its yours."
… Ok, that's hot.
Isaac doubled down on stripping himself, finally removing the last of his armor and ditching his undersuit, turning to face Ahri.
He saw the vastaya woman's eyes dart around his scarred body wildly, and was pleased with himself when he saw her slowly bite down on her lower lip and increase the speed of her lower hand.
Isaac had to chuckle.
"Like what YOU see?" He turned it back on Ahri.
"Do I ever…" He heard her mumble, before she stopped rubbing her breasts and beckoned him with a hand. "I think it needs a closer look though…"
… Don't beat around the bush, you just want it.
Isaac walked over to Ahri, who sat herself back up on her knees, bringing her face level with shaft. Without a word, Ahri slowly took him in her hand and started to pump.
"There is is…" She muttered, pumping her hand up and down his erection. She tilted her head back to look at him, and gave him a lustful grin.
"Does this turn you oh?" She purred.
Isaac replied by nodded, focusing on the pleasure he felt from his lower self.
Ahri giggled. "Then you'll love this."
While maintaining eye contact, she lowered her face and stuck out her tongue.
Isaac couldn't help but moan as Ahri slowly dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, starting from the base. Once she reached the tip she wrapped her lips around him, and slowly took him in her mouth. Isaac could only watch in pleasure as Ahri started to bob her head back and forth on his manhood.
"Woah…" Isaac let out, and the sounds of Ahri giving him head were joined by another soft noise. Isaac glanced down and saw Ahri's arm moving quicker as she masturbated herself in the process, her tails slowly swaying behind her.
…. Wow….
Isaac let Ahri continue, watching and feeling the carinal pleasure as she sucked on him. However, he wanted more.
It seemed Ahri did too. Just as suddenly as she had started she stopped and stood up, bringing her lips to meet his. Isaac kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her as she did the same to him, running her hands along his back as both parties closed their eyes and embraced the moment.
Ahri broke the kiss after minute.
"Lie down…" She moaned, clearly having a hard time controlling herself.
Isaac complied, lying down on the bedroll and looking up at Ahri as she stood over him. She lowered down onto him, grabbing his shaft and pressing the underside of it against her womanhood.
She let out a content moan as she pressed the two against one another harder, before pushing his cock down and pinning it to his stomach with her vagina.
"Ahh…." Ahri let out as she rocked her hips back and forth, masturbating him now with herself, running her hands along his torso as she did.
Isaac watched her lust filled and content face as she used him to get herself off. As great as this felt, he wanted more.
He reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down to him and bringing their lips together.
As he kissed her, Isaac reached down pulled his cock from where she had it pinned. Ahri must have realized what he was doing because she lifted her rear up as he started to push the head of his dick around to find her entrance. When she motioned her body upwards, he felt Ahri wrap her hand around his, and helped him bring his sword to her gates.
As he eased himself into her, both he and Ahri let a moan escape. The fox-girl broke the kiss and pushed herself up, setting her hands on his chest to keep herself up.
"Finally," Ahri groaned as she started to grind on him. "I've been waiting for this…"
Isaac grinned, and responded by thrusting upwards, earning a small yelp from Ahri. She looked back down at him with a smile.
"Oh…?" Ahri giggled. "Well… I can get behind that!"
And with that said, she began to ride him.
Moans quickly began to emerge from her mouth as she leaned back and enjoyed him in her. Isaac let out a content sigh as he laid back and watched the beautiful woman fuck him, his hands resting on her hips to keep her steady as she rocked up and down. He watched as her breasts swayed back and forth, and watched her face cloud over in pleasure as she raised her self up, only to lower herself back down.
"Yes…." She moaned as she continued to ride him. She let out what sounded like a small growl as she let go of his chest and brought her hands up to her own, rubbing her breasts as she started to speed up.
If she wants faster…
Isaac started thrusting up, causing Ahri to moan again and the tent became filled with the sounds of their pelvises slapping against one another.
"Go harder!" Ahri growled, and Isaac complied, only to hear Ahri moan for him to go even faster.
Soon, she was panting loudly as Isaac bounced her up and down on him, taking in the sight of Ahri's bountiful body as her breasts jiggled in front of him. He couldn't help but grin as Ahri suddenly started to shudder, moaning loudly as she came.
"Yeeeeeeeesssssss…" She moaned as Isaac didn't stop, thrusting himself upwards as he continued to fuck her. As her orgasm subsided, she dropped her upper body down onto him with a growl. She smashed her lips into his and wrapped her hands around his head as the pair kissed with renewed vigor.
Time to switch things up.
Isaac let go of Ahri's hips and wrapped his arms around her, flipping her over onto her back with her tails sticking out the end.
"Oh? You want to be on top now huh?" Ahri giggled. She didn't say anything else though aside from moan as Isaac lowered himself onto her, pushing his cock into her pussy.
She wrapped her arms around his back as the two made out, tongues lashing around as Isaac thrust into her over and over again.
Fuck! Isaac thought as he lost himself in the act, finding a pace that was pleasurable to both him and Ahri… if her moaning was anything to go by.
The two continued to press their lips together as they had sex at a steady pace. Minutes went by before Ahri broke the kiss, hissing loudly as Isaac felt her wrap her legs around him, locking him in her. She grabbed his head and pressed it down past her own, wrapping one arm around him and bringing another leg up so that she had him in a total lock.
"Yes! Fuck! Yes!" She hissed, followed by another loud moan as her orgasm wracked her body again.
Isaac felt his own orgasm coming on, so he quickened his pace, slamming into Ahri over and over again, earning more moans from her.
"You! Uh! You're going to cum?" She asked.
Isaac moaned in response. Ahri must have understood, because he felt her leg and arm lock on him grow tighter, to the point it became difficult to thrust.
He felt Ahri breath heavily on his ear. "Come on… fuck me…" He heard her whisper in his ear seductively, moaning. "Cum for me… let it all out in me…"
Ok… that's too much…
Isaac felt the pressure mount in his pelvis, and he couldn't help but let out a growl of his own as he reached a climax.
He heard Ahri sigh in pleasure as he erupted in her… his pace slowing to a crawl as his mind was overwhelmed with orgasm.
Isaac sighed, for once, in pleasure as he felt his sperm leave his body.
Oh… I hope that neutralizing potion thing was real… Isaac thought. If not, he was going to be reaping this.
As his orgasm subsided, he felt Ahri's grip on him vanish. The strength from her body must have left her entirely, because he felt Ahri go slack underneath him.
"Ahh…." Ahri sighed. "That was… so good."
"Yeah…" Isaac agreed, slowly easing himself off Ahri and rolling over. The vastaya responded by rolling back onto him, bringing their lips together. Isaac wrapped his arms around her and the two kissed.
After another long kiss, Ahri giggled.
"See? I'm not after your memories." She said, rolling slightly off him and gently grabbing his shaft. "THIS is what I was after. Was that so hard?" She giggled.
Isaac looked down at his softening dick, before looking Ahri back in the eyes. "Well… yeah, it was… until I came in you."
Ahri blinked in confusion, before she got his poor jab at humor, earning another giggle from her. It sounded nice.
AN: Ok... so a few things. Now, let me make this clear first and foremost.
No.
No this does NOT mean I've decided on a pairing. That won't happen for awhile, because I'm a jerk and I like keeping you all in suspense (hence all the older cliffhanger endings). And no, I'm not going into any more detail here and no that doesn't mean Ahri is out.
Moving on...
The part where Isaac was supposed to give the lecture was actually something that I originally intended to write out... but as it stood the chapter was getting long enough as it was and a lot of what he was going to say would just be repeats of what has been said before. So I cut it.
I know we've been on a bit of a drought action wise, and fear not... things will start rolling next chapter, and the chapters after that will have a lot of action.
As always, leave a review and tell me what you think. Although, I really wish this site had a comments section... pity.
Next chapter will be Oct 24th. See you all then.
EDIT: I realize that I wrote "Although I really WISE this site..."
Whelp, good to see I can typo hard on my own author's notes...