Chapter 33 : Tempus Fugit - Tentatively positive.

Akeno had spent the whole week in some kind of a daze, furiously thinking about the impromptu talk having taken place in an underwear store changing room of all places and the subsequent dissection of her whole character by a human girl trying on lingerie for the first time in her life of all things.

Her King had noticed that the half-fallen had been out of it, because of course she did, but Akeno had waved the issue away, offhandedly mentioning that she was thinking about something Prima-chan told her, and the devil heiress had left it at that, but not before giving her a quaint, searching, look.

And, some thinking, she definitely did.

Bar the fact that the inked girl's arguments had been scarily and eerily on point, even if Akeno suspected that she probably wasn't talking about the same kind of issue when offhandedly mentioning having similar troubles, there was, even if she was secretly loath to admit it, a kernel of truth in it.

Akeno couldn't change who she was, who her parents were, she could only decide what she was going to do with this 'starting hand', as the human had called it.

And, in a way, that's exactly what she had been doing all along, when she had decided to seal his power away, even when using it would make things easier for herself and the peerage as a whole, especially for her King's Rating Game dream-

-but, now, she wasn't so sure anymore about the legitimacy of her own behavior.

It was infuriating, kind of maddening, and a little bit vexing, to have your whole life choices upended by a girl clad in underwear getting in your face without giving a shit about propriety and tact, but pretending that it didn't happen would've been stupid, and so, Akeno thought.

Despite what she dearly wished, her mother hadn't manifested her out of thin air, and she was as much her child as his.

This was a fact. A cold, hard, one, but a fact nonetheless. And, if she could find it in herself to use the same kind of power that ended up killing her mother, the one tied to her clan and ancestry, then why was she so obstinate about not using the one coming from the other half of her blood?

That was the question that kept running in her mind for the last few days.

And Akeno still hadn't found a good argument to defend her previously held position.

After all, it wasn't like the unsightly crow even cared about her in the first place, or she wouldn't have to run for her life for the better part of a year while being a tween, so it was very unlikely that he'd ever learn about her using his lightning.

The question of whether he'd been proud of her or not was moot, then.

Same thing for if this power was tainted or not, because what truly mattered was what she'd choose to do with it.

And if frying Fallen's brains with it when needed out of Rating Games was in the cards, then it wouldn't be so bad, right?

She was Rias' Queen, after all, and with the Evil Piece's powering her, she had the means to become more, better, than her useless waste of space of genitor would ever be.

But, it all clinched on one decision, in the end.

Was she ready to forsake her oath, to acknowledge the hand she had started with in its integrality, and make use of it to guarantee herself, her King, little Koneko, the pretty boy Knight and cute Gasper a better future?

Akeno inhales deeply, her eyes closed, as the sound of Kiba and the white haired Yokai's spar washes over her, her hands stretched in front of her-

-she exhales, and lightning start to crackle between her spread apart hands, the familiar sounds of a thousand birds crying drowning everything away, the smell of ozone reaching her nostrils, and, above all else, the bitter-sweet taint of holiness warming her skin-

-slowly, timidly, the half-fallen opens her eyes, bearing witness to the white-gold currents traveling her digits, a myriad of emotions rushing through her as she takes stock of the situation.

The black haired girl bites her lower lips, thinking deeply.

…Before deciding that the end result of the equation is tentatively positive.

Well, it is, until her King suddenly tackles her with a happy squeal, and she catches through the corner of her eyes the dumbfounded expressions of her fellow peerage members.

Akeno sighs, even as she drops her holy-lightning, already dreading the line of questioning that will soon follow.

I exhale, my hands spread apart, safely sitting on my memory-foam meditation mat in my Basement, Skully silently hovering to the side-

-between my hands, not one, not two, but eight ball bearings are slowly rotating, moving under the raw might of my mind, haltingly widening then shrinking at the beat of an unheard song.

"Success." I breath, carefully opening my eyes after a long time spent focusing on this particular exercise, before letting the ball bearings fall in my lap, popping my back in the motion, a little moan of satisfaction leaving my lips.

I came a long way from my very rough start, close to two months ago.

And I discovered something that filled me with joy when I confirmed it earlier today.

Turns out, my progression with my telekinesis isn't incremental, but exponential.

Yesterday? I was moving four of those things at the same time.

Ten days ago? Two.

And now?

Now I can 'juggle' eight of those things at the same time with the power of my brain-meat.

Saying that this was good news was putting it mildly.

I had been afraid that my telekinesis would be relegated to a party trick, something that I wouldn't be able to use in combat, but, considering how easier it was becoming to 'trigger it' days after days spent training it, and the fact that I was steadily becoming able to affects more and more 'items' at the same time, I was cautiously optimistic about the possibility of eventually yeeting away dozens of foes in one fell swoop, if not more!

I mean, I knew from day one that I could unleash uncontrolled bursts of telekinetic might, otherwise my mirror would still be in one piece, but knowing that I could eventually get precise enough with it to reproduce the same thing without losing control?

That was both a weight off my chest and a step toward the top.

But, like the rest, it needed me to put in the effort.

And that's exactly what I was going to do.

Luckily for me, Summer break had just started, so I had all the time in the world to-

The bell rings, wrenching me out of my musings, even as I scramble to rise myself up, throwing an apologetic look in Skully's direction.

"Sorry, Skully," I apologize, the baleful and blue optics silently judging me, like always, "Tonight is date night."

The servo-skull keeps staring, hovering, menacingly.

I huff.

"Don't give me that, I'm working as hard as I can, plus," I raise a finger upward, "She won't be in town for the rest of the month, so I won't have any excuse to cut short our sessions."

Our staredown carry on for a few beats-

-until Skully turns himself away, making me shake my head fondly at his antics.

"See ya tomorrow, my friend." I throw over my shoulder, even as I climb my basement's stairs four at a time.

Even if I'm outwardly giggling as Sakura kisses my neck while the both of us sit on my couch, I can't help but feel a tad nervous.

"Someone's in the mood, huh?" I joke, a tad weakly, even if my belly is already at a low simmer due to her touches.

"Well," My v hot senpai starts lightly, even as one of her hands glides with a feather touch on my exposed belly, my crop top leaving my stomach dangerously vulnerable to her attacks, "We won't be seeing each other for a few weeks, so…"

The gorgeous brunette gives my neck a little love bite, making me moan a little as I reflexively hug her closer.

"...How about we make up for all of this future lost time together, hmm?" She huskily purrs in my ear, making me feel the good shivers.

"I mean-" I answer, before biting my lip as one of her hands hike upward, hiking my top up, before palming my breast through my -new- bra, "-I-It's not like I'm complaining or anything?!"

She chuckles throatily, and, next thing I know, I'm sitting in her lap, hands behind my back and sort-of tied but not in my well on its way to get discarded top-

-which makes her suddenly stop what she's doing, her eyes solidly zeroing on my bra.

I bite worryingly at my lower lip, a myriad of emotions flashing through my mind, wondering if she's going to like it, or if it doesn't suit me, or-

"Wow." She slowly utters, her dark-brown pupils looking for all in the world as if she's drinking the view, before locking eyes with me, her lips curled up, "This is new."

I giggle, both pleased and feeling a little awkward, one arm still snaking in her back while my free hand comes to play with my bangs to hide my embarrassment.

"...Do you like it?" I ask, voice a little timid.

"It's an improvement," She answers, a tad noncommittal, making me pout, "Don't take it the wrong way, but you… didn't really seem the type?"

"Meanie." I grumble, making her laugh a little, even as she squeezes my buttcheeks affectionately.

"I like it," she emphasizes, before tilting her head to the side, eyes still locked with mine, and her smile growing a little widder, "But I can't help but wonder…"

Her grips tighten on my ass, making me squeal a little.

"...If it's the top, what's the bottom, hmm?" She asks, a little hotly, her Lust drowning everything else in the room.

I bite my lower lip a little harder, before taking a decision-

-bringing my hand on her, still gripping my butt like a lifeline, before tapping them in an unsaid 'drop it for a moment' gesture.

The gorgeous brunette does just so, and I take a deep breath, before rising up and taking a step back-

-turning myself away from her, my thumbs going inside the elastic band of my shorts before slowly, oh so slowly, dragging it down, coyly looking at her over my shoulder-

-and I can't help but feel extremely validated and giddy both as I feel her Desire rise even higher as I languorously -or as much as I can- shimmy out of my shorts, her mouth hanging open a little.

I end the little impromptu strip session when the shorts pool formlessly on the ground, my hips cocked to the side as I look down at my lover, turned a quarter her way, trying to give her my best profile.

"So?" I ask, a little airily, even if I know the answer already, "Verdict?"

For a beat, you could hear a pin drop, even as I feel my nethers grow slightly damp under the barely hidden hunger of her gaze.

"I think I'm going to eat you alive." She answers simply, before surging forward-

-one of her hand clutching my hip as, with a yelp, I end up being pulled in her lap once more, only this time, I'm not facing her.

I look in her direction, a bit confused and my mouth open, intent of asking her what's going on-

-only for her to give me the most searing kiss she ever did.

I melt a little in her embrace, as we keep making out, her still clothed, hugging me by my midriff, and me in my cute underwear.

We separate, the both of us panting slightly, but she seemingly gets her countenance back first.

"You know," Sakura starts, and I shiver as both of her hands trail along my sides, slowly, ghost touches making my engine purr even louder, "I always found you cute, in a tomboyish way…"

She trails off, looking at me intently, but it takes me a few seconds to understand that she's waiting for an answer.

"But?" I probe.

"But I didn't know you could be this sexy." She drops, and I flush-

-and she ambushes me, her right hand sliding inside of my tanga while the other does the same in my bra.

I moan a little as her slightly calloused fingers start to play with my fold, my barely cognizant brain informing that I'm pretty much drenched down there, high on the fact that I made this much of an effect on my lover, my hands instinctively reaching behind my back to clutch at her head.

"I'm going to make you feel really, really good, Little Kouhai~." She singsong huskily in my ear-

-before kissing me once more, making my eyes flutter-

-and I moan in her mouth as she plays with my breast, her questing fingers downward finally reaching the interesting part-

-but we keep making out, even as she plays with my entrance, for a long while, and I get frustrated, so much that I whine a little-

-but that's apparently what she is waiting for as I feel her lips curl up on my own mouth, her tongue still wrestling with my own-

-and my breath itches as she pinches my nipple while what I'm pretty sure is her middle finger dig in-

-and I can't help but spreading my legs open wider, the motion pulling on my tanga, forcing her hand flush with my privates and her finger deeper-

-I hear her chuckle, a bit distantly, as she somehow angles her hand just so, the meat of her palm hiking the hood of my little nub up-

-and that's when she starts moving in full.

It comes and goes, the meat of her palm gently rubbing my clitoris in rhythm with the finger inside of me poking at my fun spot-

-and I'm in a daze, the heat in my belly pooling, pooling, pooling-

-as she carries on, until-

-I moan, as a second finger joins the first, while she pinches my nipple for a second time, every other body parts but my pussy, left breast and my mouth ignored in her ministrations-

-and I can't help but attempt to smash her lips even harder to my own as her worship of my body becomes somehow more intense-

-the heat in my belly reaching unprecedented heights, my brain high due to the fact that I know that this is me doing this much effect on her-

-and I see stars, lightning rushing along my nerves, the heat in me spreading everywhere and uniformly with a last, two-fingered probe to the fun spot, making me let out a keening, muffled, moan in Sakura's mouth.

It takes me a while to come down from my orgasm, eyes fluttering open slowly after an instant that maybe stayed for only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity.

I lock eyes with my lover, a slightly goofy smile on my face.

"Wow." I giggle, echoing her words from earlier, and making her chuckle a little.

"'Wow' indeed." Sakura laughs, her look still very much smoldering, "Now, I know this is going to take a tremendous effort."

"Hmm?" I answer, a little wordlessly, too busy nuzzling her neck.

"Oh, yes," She answers with a sage-like air, making me frown, "Because, if you want what's to follow, we're going to need to go to your bedroom."

I slowly blink.

And before I know it, I am already raised from Sakura's lap, her hand in mine, power walking in the direction of my stairs, the gorgeous brunette giggling behind me.

[AN: Author: "I won't write much lewds during the timeskip, trust."

*writes lewds nonetheless*

But, hey, at least you got some progress on Prima's abilities and some character development for Akeno, so you can't accuse me of wasting a chapter, so làh!

jk, jk :3

Hope you enjoy, xoxo]