That stinking Spiral Abyss always beat the crap out of him. Who the heck thought it was a good idea to put the wenut and a ruin serpent on one floor? He was dead tired. When Aether opened the door to his bedroom, he had been expecting a restful night. He did not however, expect to find Shenhe on his bed wearing only her bra and panties. Definitely not something he ever expected.

She lowered the book she had been reading and said, "Hello," as if this was totally mundane.

Aether's brain went dead for five whole seconds.

"Shenhe…" he said at last. "Where are your clothes?"

"I took them off."

"Okay, but why?!"

"Is this not pleasing to you?"

"I mean sure, but why?!"

Shenhe cocked her head. Clearly, she did not understand his perplexity.

Aether spoke through clenched teeth. "Why are you here, in my bed, without your clothes?"

"Master told me that many men find the unclothed form of women appealing, that it drives all thoughts from their minds," she explained. "I understood you'd be exploring the Spiral Abyss today. Does the sight of my body not relieve the battle fatigue?"

Aether could only sigh. So that's what this was about. One offhand comment from Cloud Retainer gave Shenhe the wrong idea. At least she meant well.

Well, he had to admit this was a nice reward after all he'd been through. Shenehe lay on her side, giving a very perfect view of her long bare legs that curved into her delectable hips, her gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes, her broad shoulders, her chest…sweet Celestia that chest. Freed from her adeptal robes, her cleavage was on full display. Giant breasts bobbed with her every movement. Her bra could scarcely contain her majesty.

Aether swallowed. She was beyond gorgeous.

"It's n-nice," he said. "But this isn't appropriate."

Shenhe gave no indication she heard him. Her mesmerizing eyes were fixated on his pants. It was then Aether realized what she was looking at. He flushed red.

"I am so sorry."

He turned to leave when Shenhe crossed the room and shut the door. One hand pressed on the door behind him, she leered over Aether. Her opalesce eyes bore down on him as her immaculate chest hung inches from him.

"Are you aroused by me?" Aether nodded. "You find me attractive as a woman?" He nodded. Shenhe brought her fingers to his cheek. "Do you…enjoy my touch?" He nodded. Shenhe gave something like a smile.

"Aether," she said, her fingers tracing the length of his neck. "You stir something in my heart. I do not know if it is love but I hope so. Please, may I take care of you?"

"What do you mean?"

Shenhe frowned, "Master said I should always ask for consent before engaging in sexual activity. So, I am asking: may I have sex with you?"

At that moment, his legs gave way. Half of it came from shock the other half pain. He tried getting up but found it too hard. That wenut really had done a number on him. Shenhe knelt down, immediately grasping the extent of his injury. She gently picked him up and deposited him on the bed.

Now, Shenhe wore an expression of disappointment. "Master also said a sick or injured partner cannot give consent. May I at least stay beside you?"

"Sure."

Shenhe lay down beside him. Uncertainly, hesitantly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She brought his head to rest upon her chest. She was firm and yet soft, her skin cool to the touch and smooth. His eyelids grew heavier by the second.

"Shenhe…" he muttered. "I'm sleepy."

"You may fall asleep on me. But in the morning, when your strength has returned, may we…make love? I very much want to stroke your manhood and coax every drop from your testicles so I might feel your essence pouring into my womb. Hm, you grew harder. Do you desire to be intimate with me as well?"

"I do," he said. "And I will."

"That is good. I will ask again when you are well and I will not do anything untoward you until then."

"I don't have protection—I mean, condoms."

"That is fine. I would be willing to let you finish in my prostate on the condition that I might play with yours. That being said, I would like you to ejaculate inside me at least once. If it is you, I would not mind conceiving a child. You could breed me as much as you'd like. I would be amenable to nine or ten children. Hmm, you grew hard again. Why?"

"Shenhe," he said, "do you know what pillow talk is?" She shook her head. "Because you're surprisingly good at it."

Shenhe cocked her head. "All I've been doing is explaining a few of the sexual acts that I wish to do with you. You find this appealing as well?"

His erection answered for him.

Aether slipped into a deep sleep. The white-haired woman stroked his hair, counting the seconds impatiently, when they could become one.