Menma was basking the afterglow of possibly the best sex he'd ever had, Xenovia cuddled up to his side with her breath tickling at his neck, one arm wrapped around her waist holding her close to his naked form. "Alright...Moment of clarity. Real talk right now brain, we need to have a talk with Sona about, dare I say it, the future. Because if us being together ends up causing the amount of trouble it did with Rias, I don't know if it'll be worth it. Then again, Serafall. Actually maybe it's a...No going to her first would just be dancing around the issue, and that's just fucking pointless. Ugh! I hate making decisions like this, one half of me is saying one thing and the other half is saying the opposite, decide you annoying fucks!" Though his ravings were internal it didn't stop the tiny frown from marring his otherwise serene face.
Xenovia took his hand into hers and wove their fingers together, he didn't bother to move away from it, comment on it, or any shit like that. And that was worrying. He'd only been really squishy and soft like that with Sona, and it only just occurred to him that he'd technically just cheated on her.
"Oh fuck me sideways to sunday and call me Irene..." He wanted to facepalm. Now he really had to get this whole fucking situation sorted, did he have some weird harem-thing going on? Lord Gremory had one, he assumed so did Lord Sitri, was it the norm for Devil's of power? What was the fucking protocol when it came to stuff like this.
"See this. This is why I stayed single most of the time, no bullshit to deal with. I fucking hate relationships, I knew this and still got into one because I just happened to like a girl. I preferred all this shit when I was human, at least I was oblivious to all the extra shit that came with screwing around."One could say it is habitual behavior, with him typically spending the evening with one of his various lady-friends around the city, but with everything that had happened he was a little off-put when it came to dealing with the whole situation logically.
It wasn't just sex anymore it was a fucking web of intrigue that, while wouldn't get him killed, could fucking ruin his future quite easily. So he had two options, make this a one time thing with Xenovia, not fucking likely, or confront Sona on where the fuck their little relationship was going and if she planned on attempting to rope him into marriage. Because that was not fucking happening. He was putting his fucking foot down on this matter. If he was budging on kids he'd stick to his guns on this at least, consequences be fucking damned.
Menma was only worried what would happen if it did end up blowing up in his face, what would Serafall do, would she respect the decision of two people not being together anymore or would she loose her fucking shit and go crazy magical girl on his ass. Because he didn't think he could take her 1 on 1. Even if he had Tiamat's help he was pretty sure he'd get his ass kicked. And he didn't really stand for ass kickery very well.
He was probably overthinking this, he had a tendency to do so when he was anxious, pushing all his stress aside for a moment he instead looked at the face of his new 'mate'. She looked peaceful as fuck, she was staring wistfully off into space, her golden yellow eyes much gentler than the usual guard she had up, while he could appreciate a strong girl/woman it was nice to see a lighter side to someone. He had one, buried deep, deep in him. Somewhere.
Probably.
Then again his recent behaviour could be considered such, he did feel a great deal more relaxed these days, the hectic bullshit notwithstanding, he'd felt the constant hatred that seemed to fester in his gut burn a little dimmer recently, then again being an angry fuck all the time was exhausting as hell. He could probably just pick up where he left of later but right now he'd take a break from his old dickish behaviour.
Well he was already taking a break considering how he acted around his new peerage, having his old man around was also doing nothing but good for his mood. Menma sighed, it was all so much simpler when he was on his own really, no feelings or other such troublesome things, just him and his cat.
Now it was him, an Immortal, a dragon, a monkey, a snake, a three headed dog, a cat, a fox, a church weapon master and finally an adorable nun. What a fucking rainbow of people he'd collected. Menma grimaced instead just burying his face in the tits of his lover, who seemed to be knocked from her daydreaming as her mates head nuzzled against her breasts.
"Is this where I found out you enjoy breasts as much as that dragon boy?" She almost sighed at the idea.
"I'm more of an ass man, but your butt's all the way down there, and I'm not so much into nuzzling butts, more into defiling them with my dick." He replied with a muffled voice, "Plus you have really nice boobs, they're super soft." He gave one a good squeeze getting a soft groan of appreciation from the girl.
"I will admit the idea of being...Taken from behind like that is...Unusual, but if you desire it I will allow you to do so, though I would appreciate a short time of warning beforehand." Admitted the bluenette Menma pulled his face from her cleaveage and looked her dead in the eye, holding her face mostly for dramatic effect.
"You. Are. Perfect. And I love you, so fucking much right now." He said, straight faced and proceeded to stick his tongue down her throat, that woman mewling joyously as their lips bonded once more, their tongues colliding and coiling around one another, before it ended as quickly as it came, Xenovia was on a roller-coaster of hormones right now and the heat in her stomach was incredibly unpleasant, like a knot of sexual desire.
She would have complained before her mate sheathed himself in her once more, her back arching and her toes curling as the sweet pleasure of their joining flooded her senses.
"Oi, Menma! Stop fucking the girl already, it's dark out and you need to eat." Came Madara's voice as he banged at the door, Menma sighing though the rumbles from their stomachs did sound off at the worst time.
"I suppose we did spend half a day screwing each other senseless, wanna continue tonight or just sleep?" He asked, still not removed from her as he looked into her eyes curiously, he would be content to just sleep, he could probably do with a good cuddle, painful as it was to admit no one could really hate cuddles. It just sounded so...Weak. Then again, 'snuggle' was no better.
Menma sighed and pulled out, slowly soaking in every single spec of pleasure he could drag out of her glorious, god-like pussy. He refused to stop harping on it, no-one would understand but him, if he had anything to fucking say about it, but got damn it was like spreading the gospel. A worthy cause.
Menma leant down and slapped one more on her lips like a true fly motherfucker before leaving the bed to seek pants.
Kitchen.
The Uzumaki sifted through the cupboards in search of simplistic noms, "Changed my mind, fuck cooking we're getting pizza!" He called out, getting a cheer from the loli and the nun. Madara and Gin were engaged in a game of street fighter and gave a distracted 'woo'.
Anna merely slid up behind him and sighed contently in his ear, "Someone need some hugs, Anna dear?" he questioned amusedly, grabbing her thighs and picking her up so he could return to his room for his phone.
"You're really warm, it was cloudy today so I couldn't heat up properly." She muttered annoyed at the inconvenience.
"Didums, you know that you can come for my body when you require it." He assured condescendingly, grabbing his phone from his nightstand, Anna's nose perked at the scent in the room, "It's good eh?" He chimed, a smile on his face. Anna sighed and tightened her hold and rested her chin on his shoulder, her tail coiling around his bare stomach.
Flipping it open and going through his contact he called up the pizza place, "Alright who wants what?" He called out into the house, Anna demanded meat, Menma giggled at the lewd connotations, before nodding. Tama wanted peperoni, Asia had a hawaiian, Madara and Gin taking a 'supreme', Menma had a big fat meatlovers, carnivore for life. Xenovia seemed to sparkle at the idea of pizza, was it an Italian thing?
Haha, stereotypes.
Menma ordered them up and went off to the shower, removing the snake woman from his bawdy.
Next Day, 10:00 am.
Menma had texted Sona to meet him, he needed to get any potential problems sorted sooner rather than later. He was currently browsing the locals game shop, pondering the next purchase he would make, he'd already tucked 'Divinity: Dragon Commander' under his arm for his PC and was looking for something console centric. "I already have Dark Souls, I already have Bloodbourne, I can't be assed with DB-Xeoverse, the amount of grinding Cowboy does between episodes is ridiculous, my tolerance for that isn't high this week. Hmm...I never did get around to getting Dragon Age Inquisition, we'll go with that." He nodded to himself, grabbing the game off the shelf and turning to go to the counter, almost loosing his skin as Sona seemingly appeared from thin air.
"I was about to tap your shoulder to scare you, this was much better." Haha so fucking funny. The smug smirk on her face forced and eye roll out of him, he chose not to comment paying for his games and gesturing she follow him, she did so probably curious as to his relative silence.
"I believe we should have a conversation." He started, the ominousness of that opener would not be lost on even the densest of fuckfaces, Sona's lips formed a thin line but she seemed to catch onto his train of thought.
"I suppose so." She agreed quietly, sticking to his side until they found a small space to speak, they'd ended up out of the shopping district and were making way towards a small café they had been to a few times.
"I made High-Rank. Though with how well connected you are, I'd assume you'd know that." Sona nodded lightly, offering a small smile in congratulations, "The yokai that were at my house are the start of my little crew, Xenovia is my Queen." He informed, the slight souring of her expression was not lost him. "Look, I'm just gonna be straight with you on this Sona, because I fucking respect the hell out of you, if you think down the road, we'll get married, we should break up now. I'm not getting married and I'd much rather we both move on if it's only going to much worse later." Said Menma, already feeling the ice permeate in his chest, wow that was a lot harder than he thought it'd be. Not one for words and preferring to speak through actions, this kind of stuff was dangerous territory for him.
Sona stopped walking, Menma took two more steps before turning to look at her, if anything she took it well, she was a reasonable person after all and could follow his line of reasoning easily. "While I can agree with you on the idea of sparing us both a messy future break-up, is it so wrong of me to want someone to share my life with until I am chained to some man down the line to continue my families bloodline?" She asked him, Menma grimaced and narrowed his eyes at the pavement.
"No. I'm just letting you know, I'm never going to bind myself to someone through some fucking legal system, I don't even know how Devil marriage works. Hypothetically, say we did get married, would we be expected to pop out kids ASAP? Would I have to pledge myself into your family? It wouldn't exactly be feasible anyway, given the fact I'm not a pureblood." His thoughts did drift for a moment but Sona was able to decipher his meaning.
"It's just a pledge of partnership, until death. Is having children so terrifying to you, Menma-kun?" Asked Sona, she knew of his history with his own parental figures, but she was always curious as to why he was so against the idea of it.
"I'm not consistent in my feelings for things, Sona. You know that, I grow bored and tired of people and objects at the same rate. I'm terrible father material I'm not going to condemn a child to having me as their father when it may very well end up with me doing a worse job then mine did. No one deserves that." He blurted out, he probably meant a million other things, but that was all he could think of at the moment, he had numerous reasons some reasonable and others just out of preference. "And, I'm 17. The last thing I want to think about is children, like I keep telling people wait a fucking decade and ask me then. No-one seems to be listening." He glared at the ground again, annoyed that he had to keep explaining this.
"So. Where do we go from here? I have no idea when my parents will be able to find me a suitor who can best me intellectually, and you want to wait 10 years before even thinking about children. What path does that leave for us?" She asked, not icily so much as just vacant of emotion, she was good at that, walls up and tight defence.
"Don't make me be the one to say it when we're both thinking it, Sona." He accused without any real venom in his voice, she adjusted her glasses and nodded placatingly. "Like I said, if it comes to something that really ends us, we both have to be prepared to walk away without causing a bloodbath. I don't, nor will I pretend to, know your parents so I have no idea what trump cards they've got. Until then I guess we just, take it as we usually do? I don't fuckin' know." He refused to be the bad guy here, because if he was the one to initiate the break up, he'd get frozen and shattered like a wine-glass.
"That seems reasonable. Who knows maybe that 10 years will come quicker than you think." She looked up to him with another small smile, her eyes a little glassy. Menma grimaced and shrugged.
"Whatever...Let's just go and get the coffee, I can't deal with this shit." He growled out tiredly, Sona chuckled at him, taking his hand and walking beside him.
"It's like walking with a tiny string between us. A blade sharp enough can cut it easily, but it's still there." Thought the black haired teen with a soft, silent sigh.
Home
Menma walked in the door, kicking off his shoes and walking down the hall with a vacant look on his face, he passed Tama and Asia the former getting her hair braided by the latter until the foxgirl saw him and jumped from her spot, leaping onto his shoulder happily nuzzling his face, Menma lifted and arm under her ass to keep her from falling on it, "Welcome back Aniki!" She managed out between her face-rubbing and borderline dry-humping.
"I think we need to talk about these hugs of yours." He said distantly, making Asia sweatdrop as she observed the over-excited foxgirl's hug. Menma ignored the connotations of how the girl was rubbing herself against him and just took it at face value, walking into his room and rifled through his shopping bag to produce his games, placing them on his desk and removing the tiny fox from his man-body. Tama pouted at him as he set her on her feet next to his chair and sat down in it.
The girl was about to sit on his lap but was beaten to it by Tiamat, who stuck out her tongue at the girl, Tama huffed and left the room, her tails twisting at her little flux of tiny-person-anger.
"I love you." Said Menma, to the dragon who merely grinned at him, before flopping back and sitting on his lap with her back on his stomach.
"What are these you have bought?" She asked curiously, Menma handed her Inquisition while sliding Dragon Commander into his PC.
"One's about adventure and shit, the other is about commanding an army and shit, you can also turn into a dragon." He said blandly, just feeling drained from today. He felt heavy and weighed down, stupid fucking emotional bullshit. Every time this shit came up it made him feel like shit.
"Feeling a bit down, my dear?" Asked the Dragon, though she was more than aware of this given their little link.
"I don't wanna talk about it, I desire entertainment, not annoying bullshit." He brushed off the conversation before it could even start, Tiamat shrugged and dozed off enjoying the warmth of her partner's body.
A short while later Menma encountered a character in Dragon Commander he was sure he was supposed to loathe, Catherine one of his generals she oozed feminazi. He already hated her. She didn't even know his character and was already giving the guy shit just for having a dick. According to her, women were the superior sex. Well he had something to say about that, considering the fact he could turn into a fucking dragon and facemelt entire armies. Sex was meaningless when someone could pull that shit off.
"Darkness I hate annoying cunts." His mind was already stormy, so to prevent himself from destroying his PC he just turned it off and sprawled out on his bed. He could appreciate a strong woman like anyone could, but demanding everyone cater to you because of what was between your legs just made his blood boil.
Mostly with murder-frenzy.
"I need something to break."Thought the teen with a deep scowl etched onto his face, he rose from his bed and stalked out of the house taking flight with a single feline leap into the skies, making a hard right and going directly towards the forest, "In place of that, I'll just make some new armour...Let's see, if Zinogre makes me an unstoppable force, so let's try for evasion this time, since I fucking despise passive-defensive play." Thought the Uzumaki, standing in the same scarred clearing he and his grandfather trained not long ago, crossing his arms and closing his eyes in concentration.
"Hmm..." The wind passed through his hair, making it drift as he went through various games in his head, "Oh duh, Nightingale. Skyrim is good for something after all, 'cept cape physics. Get off your ass Bathesda." He grumbled, forming a simple skeleton design around his form with magic, it was transparent and ghostly in this form, Menma stepped out of the shell and looked it over, pulling the cape down to lengthen it out, adding a mantle of fur over the shoulders, purely on a whim.
"Don't really need to change anything else..." He thought, looking over the suit and nodding, binding the skeleton design to his Gear, it took only a short time, the corrupted orb in his chest grafting the magic into its form. Menma was happy enough with it for now, then again he may scrap it if something better came to mind, that was entirely possible.
"So here you are..." Came a cocky voice, Menma turned on his heel and looked over his shoulder at someone who dared to bother him when he was in a foul mood, it was a white haired boy with pale skin and a very punchable face. He had frosty blue eyes, wearing a black jacekt and dark green v-neck, what a tosser. He had maroon jeans on with...?
"Are you wearing fucking chaps?" Questioned the red eyed male, glaring at his new prey incredulously, the boy looked a little affronted but didn't respond, "The gay pride parade is in 'Murica, kid. Fuck off there if you're going to prance about with fucking chaps on. So tasteless." Insulted the brunet, mostly because chaps looked like trash.
"I'm going to ignore that in favour of just kicking your ass for taking out Kokabiel in my place, you must be at least vaguely strong to do that." Menma's eyes turned positively savage, melting from red to a bloodthirsty gold, his pupils slitting dangerously.
"I'm going to rip out your fucking heart and eat it." Growled the Uzumaki, this would be cathartic as fuck but he still felt the need to at least give a token 'warning' to his new victim.
"Oh please, do try to be entertaining at least." Sighed the boy, "My name is Vali. Vali Lucifer." He introduced though instead of bowing he was thrown skyward by a vicious uppercut.
"I don't fucking care what your name is you little fuck-biscuit." Growled the teen, "Limit Breaker: Zinogre!"Blue armour forming rapidly as his power skyrocketed, Menma was in the air after his prey in a second, Vali barely had time to right himself before a kick to the back of the head sent him crashing into the ground, Menma surged lightning into his fist and crashed right down after him. The crater shattered as lightning tore up the ground and Vali's form. Menma flickered away from the blast zone.
A bright blue light cut through the dustcloud and showed Vali in all his 'glory'. "Hm. You look like a more fabulous version of Issei. I mean this may just be because of the chaps still, but girl you so shiny." Mocked the muffled voice of the Zinogre, getting a low scoff of derision from the white Dragon.
And that was exactly how Vali looked, he was a white Dragon in armour akin to Issei's though the White Dragon had wings in place of the long ponytail thing Issei had going on out the back of his helmet. Menma had to admit there was something pretty alright with that random tail-thing.
Vali shot towards Menma fist out and wings rocketing him forward, Menma flickered away and flared lightning all around his body, bombing down on Vali's vulnerable, back making the boy cry out as the lightning struck fiercely, sending the White Dragon crashing down, ripping up another scar in the land.
Menma clapped his hands together twice, lightning shot down from the sky. Striking the armoured boy with such force that the very ground quaked in protest. As it was torn asunder, Vali's bloody gargles as his armour buckled under the pressure and ended up piercing his body were like music to the Uzumaki's ears.
"Funny thing, feeling like I can take on the world each time I kill something, and given your little toy there..." Menma walked to the rapidly dying boy and plucked the saphire blue jewel from his chestplate, grinning ominously as his fingers lit up with purple light, "Sleep well, I here oblivion is nice this time of year."
End of Chapter. Yeah it took me a while, had a bit of a block.
Raxychaz!