A/N: Part 1 and Part 2 of this chapter have some slightly disturbing sexual themes. It also has some disturbing content in Part 2. Jason has flaws, good and bad traits, and thoughts that make him more human. Jason is NOT a pedophile, the girls he mentions weren't kids. One was eighteen and one was nineteen. I wasn't ever going to create a version of Jason that's a flawless and perfect hero. He's not Aragorn, he's not Superman, he's not Luke Skywalker.

I also reference parts of Katdog161's story. As well as reference a later chapter of mine that IS NOT currently updated yet.

I never intended for this chapter to be SO LONG, so I had to split it in to two parts.

Chapter 7: {Off To The Beach} (Part I) (updated)

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(A Week Later)

(Sunday)

On the weekends, the doctor's office that Daisy worked at was closed. Although Jason's work schedule was different and random every week. He never knew what days he would work until the hardware store that he worked at would post the schedule up on Friday morning.

Due to sheer luck, Jason wasn't scheduled to work today.

So when Daisy mentioned to Jason on Saturday night that she wanted to go to the beach and after that, Daisy mentioned that there was something that she wanted to do, but wouldn't tell him what it is. He agreed to go with her.

Jason always wanted Daisy to be happy. He didn't want her to ever be disappointed with him. He wanted to be the perfect boyfriend. Jason may have gone loony and insane, but if he could satisfy Daisy, then he figured that must count for something.

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(Morning 8 A.M.)

Jason was awoken by Daisy kissing him on the lips.

Somehow, some way, Daisy had rolled over in their bed so that she would be hovering over Jason's sleeping body, so stealthy that Jason hadn't been woken up by her. She place her hands next to Jason's head. And her knees were stretched over Jason's waist to the sides of his body.

Daisy pulled her head back up from Jason's lips. It was at this point that Jason opened his eyes to see the face of the woman he loved.

Her blonde hair was hanging down the sides of her face. Her hair blocked the sunlight coming through the window shades, from completely lighting up her face.

Daisy broke off her kissing and gave a quick laugh as she looked into his eyes.

"How'd you sneak up on me like that? Have you been secretly sneaking out at night in a cape and mask to fight thugs and muggers in alleyways?" Jason joked.

"No comment, that's just something that you'll never find out." She smiled sarcastically.

Jason struck like a snake and quickly grabbed Daisy's sides, pulling her entire body down on top of him.

Her boobs pressed up on his chest and her skinny belly laid on top of Jason's abdominal region. Both of their nude bodies amalgamated in unison.

Daisy and Jason giggled as he held her in his iron grip.

After that rambunctious moment of laughing and kissing, Daisy pushed herself up with her elbows on Jason's chest as Jason released her from his grasp.

She gave him another kiss on the lips. "Alright, enough playing around. It's time for us to get up and get ready to go. I want to get to the beach before it gets too crowded."

"Well, what time it right now?" Jason turned his head to try an catch a glimpse of the alarm clock, but it was obscured by a pillow.

"it's eight o'clock." Daisy answered.

"Eight? Why don't we stay in bed for another hour?" Jason asked.

"Because sleepy head…" Daisy kissed his neck.

She continued. "There's something that I've been thinking about doing for some time now. And you'll be surprised to find out what it is. Well actually, I've got two surprises planned for you today. The first one I think you'll like, hopefully. The one after that… well… you might find it weird, but I've already decided that I want to do it, and you will just be along for the ride."

"I guess so." Jason said.

He ran his hands along her spine and her smooth back in a massaging way. The bumps of her spine felt oddly pleasing to Jason's nine fingers. Each one of her poked out bone ridges were elegant and beautiful in their own unique way.

This simple act of fingertips feeling bumped up skin, was enough for Jason to feel himself starting to develop an erection.

Just a spine, why does that excite me so?

I know why.

Because it's Daisy.

No other woman could get me hard simply by letting me feel their body in ways that shouldn't cause arousal.

The simplistic act of feeling any part of Daisy's skin and body, just felt so lovely to him. And brought him happiness in a way that his previous lovers, Liza and Citra, never did.

Well, he wasn't sure if he ever got the same excitement from feeling Liza's naked skin like he did Daisy's, due to the fact that Liza wasn't ever the cuddling type. At least not while they were naked, and she usually wasn't in the skin on skin cuddly sort of mood directly after sex. Often, Liza and Jason didn't strip the entirety of the clothing off when they had sex. Liza had an odd fondness for remaining partially clothed, and since Jason would have felt awkward being completely naked while Liza kept half of her clothes on, he would simply leave his boxers on and push his penis out through the gap meant for quick access to one's penis.

Jason had cuddled with Liza quite often after they had sex, but it wasn't mere seconds after, no, Liza would be distant in bed while she engaged in a variety of random topics for small talk for several minutes. Then she would slowly make her way over to where Jason laid and then cuddle up with him. And Jason sometimes noticed that Liza would feel physically tense, as if her muscles were slightly tighten and not in a relaxed state like how Daisy always was after lovemaking.

When they were a romantically involved, Jason and Liza never got into bondage or spanking or anything rough like that. And neither does Daisy ever even suggest doing all that kinky stuff. It seems that Liza was only interested in traditional sex, and so is Daisy. Which Jason preferred as well.

Leather jumpsuits and whips? No thank you.

The only thing that rarely ever happened as Liza and Jason cuddled, was kissing.

That wasn't the only things that Jason noticed were odd about Liza when she would have sex with him.

Something that Jason always found odd about Liza, was that she was very resistant and adverse and almost even disgusted by the very idea of kissing him on the lips both during and after their many times of having sex. She didn't even like Jason kissing her on the neck or breasts, or anywhere for that matter. Jason never mustered the intuition to ask her why she didn't like kissing during or after sex.

Often, Jason would get so caught up in the moment that he would forget about Liza's dislike for mouth kissing during sex, and he would lean in to try and kiss Liza on the lips while they were in the missionary position. Every time, Liza would have her eyes closed or her head tipped back so that she didn't notice Jason inching ever closer to her soft lips. But right as he was about to kiss her, he would remember just how uncomfortable kissing made her and he would stop his eager momentum, and Liza was none the wiser, as she never saw just how close Jason almost got to having his lips touch hers.

Which might have been why every single time that they had sex, Liza would either ride Jason in the reverse cowgirl position with her back facing him so that he was unable to see her face. Or she would set herself up in the missionary position, but always kept her face far away from Jason eager lips that wanted nothing more than to kiss her pretty lips. Jason remembered that most likely half of their many sexual episodes, involved Liza remaining partially clothed. A lot of times she would leave whatever shirt or top on that she was wearing, occasionally lifting up her shirt or top over her boobs so that they would be exposed.

A few times during their life while they were dating, Liza would wear a short skirt. But Jason found it out that every time that she'd worn a skirt, she would just have Jason hike her skirt up while he penetrated her after she'd removed her underwear. And she would usually just slide her panties off and toss them to the side while she still kept her upper half clothed if not entirely then partially.

Liza could get quite loud with her moaning as her clitoris got stimulated by Jason's mouth. As well during intercourse, she was almost always energetically loud when she moaned. Her vocal expressions of arousal always impressed Jason. Sometimes she was so wild and loud with her moaning that Jason ejaculated prematurely on two instances. This behavior wasn't unusual in his eyes. Unlike the other odd traits that Liza had during intercourse.

And Jason remembered that it was a whole lot more difficult to give Liza an orgasm than it was with Daisy. And many times Liza would end up failing to climax at all. With Daisy, Jason barely had to put any effort into giving her an orgasm, she was just prone to climaxing very easily compared to Liza.

For Liza to get an orgasm, there was always two, sometimes three factors that Jason had figured out after many trial and error.

Jason remembered that for Liza to have an orgasm, she needed to be totally and completely stress free and relaxed. Almost like, if Liza knew that she was safe and sound, then she would be relaxed. Another factor was that she had to have been having a good day filled with happiness and laughter. And lastly, Jason had to occasionally say "I love you Liza" while he was inside of her. And is wasn't enough to just "I love you" he always had to add her name at the end of those three words.

But something else odd that Jason observed about Liza during sex, was that she absolutely hated having Jason touch her hands or wrists in any way. Sometimes, Jason would try and take hold of her one of her hands, simply wishing to interlock his fingers with her as a way of feeling more intimate. Every time one of his hands or even simply just one of his fingers touched either of her hands or wrists, Liza would immediately jerk them away and out of range of Jason's attempting to be loving hands.

Oddly enough, he did recall that Liza liked having Jason squeeze both of her boobs as he wrapped his hands around her sides while they fucked in the reverse cowgirl position. And while she was on her back in the missionary position, she would ask Jason to pinch her nipples or firmly squeeze her exposed breasts while his erection slid back and forth inside of her wet pussy. But she never let him get his face close enough that his lips were in range of her mouth or even her neck.

And the times where she'd be on her back missionary style on top of her own bed or in Jason's bed, and sometimes she would even let Jason sit her up on her kitchen counter with her legs wide open while Jason would have intercourse with her as she supported herself up with her bent elbows. But never looking Jason in the eyes as she would either close her eyes while she moaned, or tilt her head back to stare up at the ceiling.

Lastly, Liza would never increase her speed as she rode up and down Jason cock. She was always very slow and methodical with her riding, almost reducing her speed so much that Jason occasionally lost his erection even as he was still inside of her. And sometimes this would also occasionally happen while he was the one holding the reins and doing the fucking in the missionary position.

And on the flip side, she would sort of hint to Jason that she didn't want him to fuck her at a high speed, which was usually nothing close to Jason's top speed for dick thrusting. Rarely, on a handful of times, Liza would flat out at explicitly tell Jason not to thrust into her pussy unless he agreed to go at a slow and calming speed. A speed that Jason considered to be and incredibly slow pace, as he tried to always do as she wished and not push his penis inside her like a jackhammer or accidentally cause her discomfort with any thrusting rapidity.

But as much as he wished it wasn't so, Jason had lost his erection on multiple occasions as he was inside of Liza's pussy.

Surprisingly, Jason assumed that she always appeared to completely believe Jason when he would tell her his excuses for going limp. But in an oddly courteous and sweet way, whenever Jason went flaccid from the snail paced sex, Liza would always make it up to him by giving him a blowjob just a minute after they had ceased there attempt at sexual intercourse. Letting Jason ejaculate inside of her mouth and she would swallow his semen every time.

Guilt was the main emotion that Jason would feel after ejaculating in Liza's mouth. He never wanted to have Liza suck his cock to completion. That wasn't the intimacy that he wished for the two of them. Jason desired something that made him feel closer to the beautiful brunette.

Kissing, cuddling, and looking at her face while he was pushing his member repeatedly inside of her slick and willing womanhood. Or even the simplistic effort that she could have given by bending forward and kissing him with sweet and soft slobbery lips as she rode his erection. That was what he'd wished for. Not the lack of intimacy that he would always get with Liza.

And when he would go flaccid, Jason would just blame it on tiredness or that he was simply stressed, and he would always explain to Liza that it clearly wasn't her fault from anything that she'd done wrong. It was a little white lie, but Jason was always very chivalrous with Liza and didn't want her to become bitter with him. He wanted her to maintain her kind, gentle, and caring personality.

And he certainly kept the experiences of these awkward sex episodes to himself. Liza was too sweet of a girl for Jason to feel comfortable talking behind her back with his friends. She was too sweet of a girl to have her boyfriend spreading scandal about their sex life.

He cared a lot about Liza, even after he'd fallen head over heels for Daisy while still dating Liza. And he still does.

There relationship was never a problem of whether or not they enjoyed each other's company, it was a problem of Jason being irrationally in love with Daisy.

As much as I enjoyed her sucking me off after our failed sex session and letting me cum in her mouth, I would have preferred to just have traditional sex with her. Something that we'd both enjoy.

But nothing would ever stop her from going ahead insisting on and then proceeding to suck my dick. As she put her warm mouth around my entire penis, that would certainly always end my spell of erectile dysfunction that I had previously.

Was it because she felt guilty that I didn't even finish?

Almost as if she had some misplaced fear that I would be red eyed furious with her for not having sex in the way that I wanted. Or maybe as if I might have beat her or physically abused her if she failed to sexually satisfy me.

Which was ridiculous. I liked trying to please her, just like I do with Daisy.

And what kind of man hits a woman like that? Certainly not someone that I would call a man.

And this was before everything went wrong in my life. Way back, prior to me losing my sanity. Before the Rook Islands, before getting kidnapped by Vaas and then by Citra. Back when we were just a bunch of stupid California kids in our twenties.

So why was lovemaking something that Liza wished to do with me, but at the same time she was always too afraid of getting deeply intimate during and after sex?

Liza and Jason were always responsible and safe during sex. Jason made sure that he wore a condom each time, but he'd take it off when Liza would give him a blowjob. Neither one of them had any STD, but they obviously didn't want an accidentally pregnancy.

It was always the slow speed that Liza preferred that never failed to confuse Jason.

Why did she always want to ride me so slow or have me penetrate her so slowly?

It was almost as if Liza was afraid that Jason was going to thrust into her pussy so uncomfortably that she would be in physical pain. Which was certainly never going to be Jason's intentions.

And he could never be one hundred percent sure why it was exactly that Liza did these unordinary and strange customary habits while they had sex. But he did have his suspicions as to why Liza acted this way, and none of them were things that Jason wanted to picture. But his theories were very unsettling and would always give him a sour taste in his mouth if he thought about it.

It was a concept that disgusted Jason to such a degree that he never even considered asking Liza if that theory held any water or was true in any way. Additionally, Jason was afraid to find out that his suspicions would be proven correct, if it turned out to be true. So in a cowardly way, Jason simply never asked, as he really, really didn't want to be right.

Why couldn't she ever look at me or kiss me? She clearly liked having sex with me. So why on earth wouldn't Liza just look at or kiss me even once during sex?

She's never told me, but knowing about her past, I have come to some very unpleasant conclusions.

Liza was, and still is beautiful, both inside and out. And Jason had been madly in love with her from the moment that he met her and their favorite coffee shop. And on that day, he immediately began flirting with her, and she had returned the flirtatious attitude.

She was always so sweet and usually had a seemingly positive thinking attitude. But at the same time, she often conducted herself with a very timid and conflict avoiding nature in her daily life. And that was something else that he found very peculiar about Liza's personality. Especially since Liza had been part of the UCLA college's debate team.

Jason did enjoy all the time that he'd spent with her while they were a romantic couple. And genuinely so.

But his romantic form of love for Liza had waned and eventually disappeared from existence. And the cause of his loss of romantic interest for Liza had been spurred on by one simple thing.

He feel in love with Daisy.

No matter how much he tried to block her out of his thoughts, he just couldn't manage to stop thinking about her. Ever since the first day that he had met her, Daisy was always on his mind. Liza had fallen to the periphery of his thoughts.

He still always had enjoyed the time that he and Liza had spent together. But his heart only yearned for Daisy.

Liza is too good of a woman. She's too good of a friend.

She decided to stop hating me, even after all that I'd put her though back on the islands. How I pretend to still be in love with her. I gave her the cold shoulder even as she tried to help me by having me talk to her about all my emotions and my pent up rage and sorrow after Grant was killed. Then to add salt to her wounds, I told her that I was turning my back on her and my friends by staying behind with Citra.

The crestfallen look in her eyes as I told her that my place was there on the islands, as a warrior. And how I decided to abruptly tell her that I was done being her boyfriend.

As I held Daisy's hand on our escape boat, Liza could already tell that I was done with her. Then and there, she knew that I loved Daisy, something that I'd been hiding from her, and myself.. Liza must have been so hurt by my actions. After all the times she tried to have me open up to her about my emotions and feelings… she most likely saw the self destructive path that I was going down.

I don't know why I decided to crush her heart like that. Maybe I was just being too impulsive.

She was always so kind and only ever wanted what was best for me. I was a selfish piece of shit back then. I was no better than her abusive father. Liza has been hurt by horrible men too much in her life.

I could have been a better man. There must have been a way that I could have talked to her alone, to let her know how I felt about Daisy in private. And not make her feel embarrassed and alone despite being surrounded by her friends.

They sadness and despair that I remember seeing on her face, really bothers me. Even to this day. And I will probably feel that way forever, every time that memory replays in my mind's eye.

Why did she forgive me? Is it as simple as she is just a good woman without any alternative motives?

Now I do believe that. Liza doesn't have a single bad bone in her body.

I know that she said that she forgives and has moved on with her life. And Menelik is a good fit for her. A much more caring and sweet hearted man than I ever was to her. And it makes me genuinely happy to she her happy with him. Someday, if they both decide to, I would be delighted to see those two have a family together.

Maybe Liza would let me and Daisy become honorary aunt and uncle to her kid of kids. That may be something that I would like. Being another person that Liza and Menelik could lean on for help taking care of their children.

But I don't believe that I deserve to be a father myself. Not after all I've done.

Liza deserves to have a happy ending to her story after all she's been through. From her painful childhood growing up in her fucking crazy and dysfunctional family with her abusive fucker of a father, to her piece of shit boyfriend, yeah, I know that I'm taking about myself, to the tragic conditions that she found herself in when she got captured, first by Vaas and then by his own equally psychotic and devilish charlatan of a sister. That being the erratic huckster in the form of Citra. The tattooed queen of the Rakyat.

It took some time, and a lot of self reflection, but I now believe that Citra was not anywhere close to being a good person. She was just as bad as Vaas and Hoyt. The only difference between Citra and those two, was that Citra used her pussy to achieve power over me. And she used her charisma to sway people to her cause. A warrior yes, but not one that fought with sword, spear, or firearms. Citra used sex as her preferred weapon.

Yes, Liza deserves a good life. One that I never could have given her, but one that I know that Menelik can give her.

Euphoria and enjoyment enveloped Jason as he touched Daisy's body. He felt her skin, her nearly hairless body. Her scar free skin was what Jason loved the most about her naked body. As he has forgotten what he looked like before he accumulated all his eye catching scars. And being able to look a someone without damaged skin like he had, was a refreshing sight to him.

But he didn't want Daisy to notice that he was half erect, as she clearly wasn't interested in fucking at this moment. She would likely slide backwards off of him when she decided to get ready, and he hoped the she wouldn't collide with his erection that he was desperately trying to tame. And knowing the straightforward and persistent way that she got when she set her heart on something, Daisy would probably have slapped Jason's face for getting a hard-on when they were meant to get ready to leave.

Jason knew that she'd do it in a playful way. He knew that she wasn't actually going to be furious with him for getting an erection. Daisy was just a high energy type of lady who was known to get energetic and jovial over the smallest and most insignificant of things.

Jason also had a hunch that Daisy probably, no definitely, has ADHD, but a functional form of it that doesn't cause her to loose proficiency at her place of employment or her daily life. He'd never seen her take any pills like Adderall or Ritalin, as neither of them were currently on any prescription medications.

In Jason's eyes, her ADHD doesn't make her lazy or ignorant. She simply has way to much energy sometimes, but it doesn't cause her to live her life recklessly. Goofiness and a general state of rambunctious behavior are the only effects of Daisy's ADHD. Which Jason found to be an attractive characteristic about her. As that personality was the opposite of how Jason is.

Don't the two of us make a quite the pair?

I'm sure that we do.

A high strung lady that never runs out of steam. And her loving companion who is a reclusive psycho who loved killing people.

Yes, that's quite an odd paring indeed. But what's that saying? Opposites attract?

Despite the two of them being a couple for almost two years now, Jason didn't actually know much about Daisy's life during her late teens and early twenties.

For some reason, he's never asked her about that time of her life.

But he couldn't imagine that Daisy was the kind of girl to sleep around with a lot of different guys that she'd barely known or had hooked up with at bars and resulting in many a one night stands. No, he couldn't picture her like that at all.

While it was always too awkward for him to ask her about it, despite the two of them being madly in love. Jason had suspected that Daisy was the kind of girl who mostly quenched her sexual appetite by masturbating a lot more than she would have actual sex when she was in her late teens and early twenties.

He also couldn't picture her constantly getting wasted at parties, but she probably drank a small amount of liquor at parties. Even to this day, neither one of them drank any variety of alcoholic beverages on a regular basis. And the few times that they would pour themselves a single glass of wine, Daisy often wouldn't even finish her glass.

And he'd only ever seen her completely drunk once in his life. At that nightclub in Bangkok, just a few days before Jason his misfortunate band of adventurers had skydived straight into those hellish Rook Islands.

Continuing on his thought about earning a retaliatory slap from Daisy, brought a big grin on Jason's face as he pictured Daisy smacking him over his unforgivable transgression of having a hard dick.

I'd welcome a slap from her. Bet that she'd look really cute as her open palm wacked my dumbass face.

That thought had Jason involuntarily chuckle.

"Care to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Brody?" Daisy asked joking.

Jason grinned. "Oh, it's nothing"

She looked as if she was excited to get going to the beach, and probably wasn't going to waste any unnecessary time with sex or erotic touching.

Jason them thought about what she'd said minutes earlier.

How is she surprising me today?

Breakfast at a restaurant?

Oh no…

I really, really hope that she doesn't want me to hang out with any of her work friends, or her friends that she knew in college.

After all I've seen.

The death, the killing, the crazed and wild animals that always tried to hunt me down.

None of that terrifies me like meeting complete strangers.

I need to get over this aversion to people. I feel like I'm holding Daisy back from her life.

She probably wishes sometimes that we could be a normal couple and hang out with mutual friends on double dates or even just social gatherings and parties.

But she knows how much I hate new people, or people that aren't familiar to me. And she'd never tell me this, but she most likely is worried about how I might react to anything that I may perceive as a slight against me.

After all, over a year and a half ago I might have killed that drunk motherfucker at that party if it wasn't for Daisy catching my attention by shouting at me.

Might have?

No… I would have killed him.

How would I have done it?

Continuing to punch him to death? Would I have continued bashing his head with my hand so hard that his brain slammed against his skull with such a magnitude of high velocity that it would have wrinkled his brain like smashed gelatin and into nothing but sludge?

Would I have decided to grab his neck and choke him to death?

Or maybe I would have found something to stab him with.

Like what?

A pen or pencil? A broken bottle? Glass from a busted picture frame? His own bones after I would have ripped them out of his skin and snapped them in half like breadsticks, stabbing him with the jagged points of his own bones?

No, I shouldn't think like that.

I can't believe that Daisy didn't ditch me and throw me to the curb after I embarrassed her like that.

How can a woman care so much about a guy who's that much of a lunatic?

"So what do you have planned for us today?" He asked.

"You eager beaver." Daisy kissed his nose. "Just wait and see."

"Fine, fine. But I'm trusting that you aren't secretly an axe murderer." Jason joked.

Daisy just smirked and scoffed at him. She then rolled over onto her back before springing out of bed.

Like an acrobat, Daisy flew out of their bed and up onto her feet.

She might have made a good gymnast if she would have pursued that path in her life.

Trapeze and swinging from horizontal bars.

What a goofy thought.

Jason watched her ball her hands into fists and stretch her arms way up in the air along with the rest of her elongated body.

"You coming?" Daisy asked.

"Umm… yeah, I'm getting up, but I'm just enjoying the pleasant view before I do." Jason groaned and rubbed the sleep for his eyes and then looked at the backs of her legs and her naked ass.

Despite gazing at Daisy's bare and slightly skinny body that always reminded him of ice skaters from Finland, he no longer had an erection as he did moments beforehand.

Jason had seen Daisy nude enough times that he no longer got an instinctive and involuntary erection from seeing her naked like he used to in the first few months that they'd been dating. Not that he didn't find her sexually attractive. It was more of a case of him not reverting to some kind of horny neanderthal who simply wanted to spread his genes by shooting his semen inside whichever cave-woman he saw first, and then taking a quick nap before he woke up to do it all over again.

No, Jason and Daisy's lovemaking meant more to him than just the caveman brain reaction of me horny, me cum, me go to sleep.

As it wasn't only the act of sexual intercourse that Jason wanted, even though he loved the triumphant and prestigious feeling of making love to Daisy so well that she achieved an orgasm. And he knew that she'd never faked her orgasm with him. Jason had had sex enough in his life to tell the difference between real and fake orgasms. He thoroughly enjoyed the way she got goosebumps all over her body and her pussy contracted several times around his penis in a beautiful pattern of pleasure and ecstasy.

With men it was obvious. Their white goo of varying viscosity, comes oozing out, or sometimes flying out of their usually hard penises, causing them to loose any interest in their sexual partner until about thirty minutes later when their refractory period had ended and they became sex hungry again. But Jason knew that a lot of women fake their orgasms. However Jason, wasn't a fool. He's fucked enough times to know when a lady isn't having a real orgasm.

Jason defied the norm amongst his male counterparts when it came to sex. He actually didn't loose interest in the women that he'd been fucking after he ejaculated. Even back when he had been with his previous girlfriends from high school, he did things differently.

He was always a cuddle monster. And still is.

Jason knew that a lot of women would regularly walk away from their sexual transactions feeling that they got the short stick in that business deal between themselves and whatever guy they had just finished fucking. Which is why he always did his damn hardest to try and make them cum.

But Jason always enjoyed the holding each other and cuddling after sex almost, if not more enjoyable than the sex itself.

Something about having a woman that he loved laying her head on his chest, or wrapping her arms around his body or himself wrapping his own arms around her body, just felt exciting to Jason.

Jason continued staring at Daisy.

Daisy then bent forward and touched her toes as she stayed standing. Jason thought that she probably stretched that way as a holdover habit from when she used to swim professionally. Jason had seen swimmers stretch before they dove into the water. And the way that Daisy was bending over reminded him of the swimmers that he'd seen before.

"Quit looking at my ass cheeks… you pervert. Now, get up and get ready to jump in the shower with me. I don't want to be late." Daisy commanded with half-joking banter as she continued stretching. She had her back turned to him as she spoke.

As Daisy didn't have a very curvy ass, her small butt cheeks were slightly spread apart as she bent over to touch her toes. And Jason was able to look at her in a way that was normally inaccessible to his gaze.

For this brief moment, Jason stared at the back of Daisy's pussy, as well as her partially visible dark pink tinted anus.

Why does that part of her body excite me? I've never been into that kind of stuff.

Or have I?

The mere sight of her asshole, for some reason gave Jason another erection in a matter of seconds. Which meant that all of his strenuous effort to think away his previous boner had been in vain.

But he rolled over onto his side as to know have it be visible by sticking straight up and propping up the covers, which would likely result in Daisy's ire and scorning.

A lot of preparation goes in doing anal, and I'm never going to force Daisy into doing that. This is the first time that I've ever considered doing that with Daisy.

And I really don't think that I will think about that again.

But that idea must have been spurred on by some of my memories about Citra. And those two Rakyat girls. That's the only time that anything involving anal has ever happened to me.

Those couple of memories… I'm remembering it all differently now. It's been so long since I've thought about it, that certain aspects are coming to light. Stuff I'd been forgetting.

Thinking about Daisy's anus in a lustful way, made Jason think about a particular memory. Involving the hardcore fucking that he'd done with Citra, and sometimes with Citra and those two native girls that he'd never leaned the names of.

Jason could barely remember all of the sexually deviant acts that he and Citra had engaged in. Some though, he could recall vividly. He now remembered some of the fucking that he did with Citra and those reluctant local Rakyat girls in threesomes and foursomes who he still assumed, and desperately hoped, where eighteen or older, even though they looked so young.

I don't know what was real and what I am forgetting. But I'm confident in believing that I had fucked those two girls who must have been personal servants in Citra's retinue.

They always had this reluctant and fearful look upon their faces. As if they saw me as some kind of rapist and weren't comfortable with me fucking them.

Did I force myself on them? Did I ever rape them?

It's a blur, by I sincerely hope that it was consensual.

Every time, every single time that Citra told me to drink that… whatever the fuck it was… love potion? Jungle Viagra? I couldn't resist gulping it down as if I was dying of thirst.

And it awakened something in me. Turned me into a sex maniac.

Maybe that's why I chose to stay with Citra and abandon my friends. The sheer level of hedonism and no holds barred sex that Citra had with me, must have clouded my rational judgment.

I've already forced myself on Daisy before, all while those pirates held us at gunpoint. So I certainly hope that I've done it more than once.

Certainly I'm not going to jump on top of her one day and start forcefully penetrating her butt just on a whim without her wanting that.

The memories of that day on that pirate ship, still resonates disgust inside of me. The way she looked at me, probably think that I was going to immediately rescue her. Kill all the bad guys and then find a blanket or something to throw over her to cover her nakedness.

I should have been her noble knight. Not her rapist.

Daisy clearly did not resent Jason after that horrendous sexual interaction. They began dating shortly after they settled back down into their previous lives after making their escape from the Rook Islands.

It's wrong for me to let Daisy continue to view me as a hero. I'm not a hero

Or a good man.

I want to believe that it was really was just the drugs that compelled me to relentlessly have sex with Citra and those girls, and not due to my own sickening sexual desires to take advantage of helpless women.

Believing that… that's the only way that I can live with myself.

I may be a monster, a murderer, a torturer, but I do not want to become a serial rapist.

Citra might have had some leverage over them, forcing them to be something like sex slaves.

And I cannot remember if it was due to my own lustful desire, or Citra's influencing voice as she got close and suggested it into my ear while I was high, but I do remember definitely having anal sex with one of those two girls on one night.

And even worse, I can remember how reluctant those girls were, as it didn't seem like a mutually pleasurable affair. They may have even been crying as I forced myself inside of them.

No… I remember one of those girls, the shorter one, was moaning as I thrust inside of her. Only, it didn't sound like she was moaning in pleasure, but moaning in what was probably discomfort, maybe even pain. As that girl laid on her back, I could she her wide eyes look at me in terror.

Citra however, was acting very strange during one of those nights of foursomes and wild sex.

I remember Citra's nude body propped up on her hands and knees like an animal on all fours or a horned demon out of a horror movie. She stood up on her knees and hands by my right side as she spewed nonsense. And she was whispering into my ear as I had sex with the taller one of those two girls. I had that girl's face pressed into the hard stone floor of that temple, as I had my way with her doggy style.

And that girl that I had sex with doggy style. Definitely, that was all anal penetration.

Citra had crawled up in front if that girl while I continued my thrusting inside of that native girl's asshole. That's when the completely nude Citra bent down like a cat stretching its lower half, got her face a few inches away from the girl's face, and Citra stared into that girl's face with deep intensity.

I can remember it appearing like Citra's lips were moving and she might have been speaking quietly to that girl. But whatever it happened to be that Citra had said to her, I couldn't hear it.

If that girl was crying out in pain, I didn't notice.

God… what was that drink that Citra gave me?

And what was it that Citra was whispering to me?

Whatever it was, I fail to remember it. As I try to recall her words, all I hear are mumbles.

Did I rape them? Or was it just reluctant, but still completely consensual sex?

I hope it was the latter.

To the best of my recollection, neither Citra or myself held either of those girls down while I stuck my dick inside of either of them. I definitely don't remember either girl squirming or trying to wiggle their way out from under me. I now that I didn't pin their hands down, and Citra certainly didn't restrain them as Jason had his pleasure with them.

Jason could feel his stomach turn as he imagined those girls being in pain from his actions..

But all of this reminiscing, gave Jason a mix of conflicting emotions.

Part of myself… the crazed psychopathic and inhuman part of myself…

The part of my personality that Citra always became an enabler for, as she spit up spittle containing enticing propaganda into my ear about my true purpose being her warrior.

That part of me…

Misses her.

The things that Jason had done to Daisy that one, awful day, was already weighing heavy on his mind. Guilt took hold of him every time he remembered Daisy trembling underneath him as he did what he had to. There wasn't anything he could do about that situation

But that's not true.

No.

The truth… is much, much worse.

Not just the truth about those girls, but about what I did to Daisy as well.

And I can't blame my actions on that pirate ship on Citra's horny potion.

As I hadn't drunk any of it for several weeks by that point.

No, what I did to Daisy…

That was all me.

Even after I had that vision of Grant telling me to save Daisy…

I couldn't live up to his wishes.

Grant, I don't know if that was really you, or if my mind was just playing tricks on me. But I failed you.

I failed as a brother and as a hero.

Jason really hoped that Daisy didn't inquire as to why he'd gone silent. He couldn't possibly come up with an answer that didn't sound fake or didn't make him sound like a monster.

I believe that Citra was doing everything in her power to keep me as her chosen one. Including letting me use the women that were loyal to her, for my sexual desires. She feed me that ridiculous prophecy about being the warrior that the Rakyat needed.

He often wondered if he'd genuinely enjoyed the wild and deviant sex he had with Citra and sometimes teenage native girls, or if it was because he was under the sway and influence of Citra's seemingly telepathic power over him.

Not to mention the prolonged erection giving and multiple orgasm ensuring exotic and rare plants that Citra had Jason consume in the form of a drink.

Of course the sex far amazing.

But it's different with Daisy.

She doesn't want to have me under her thumb like Citra did. Daisy and I make love, we don't just fuck each other senselessly.

And Daisy loves Jason, not the warrior.

Although… I'm not sure which one of the is the real me.

Daisy wasn't very curvy at all. She didn't have an hourglass figure. But Jason would have found her sexually attractive no matter how her body looked. It was Daisy's personality that Jason had fallen in love with. From good friend, to best friend, to girlfriend, Daisy had stayed consistently beautiful to Jason's eyes.

"How can we be late on our day off?" Jason asked.

Daisy sighed and stopped her toe touching stretching. She spun around with the speedy pace of a lightning bolt then grabbed the blanket and quickly ripped it off Jason, and tossed the wadded up ball of a discarded blanket across the room. All in an obnoxiously cute way that made Jason give a smile on his face.

"Because I say so." She grinned at him.

Then her pupils drifted down to lower left of her eyes. Clearly taking a gander at something.

"And make sure that you put that thing away. You can't go around in public with that." Daisy said with her hands on her hips, like a scolding parent.

Then she let out a short giggle.

Jason looked down in the same direction that Daisy had been looking a second earlier.

Duh.

She's referencing my boner.

"Apologies Ms. Lee. I will behave better, promise." Jason said as he looked at her with puppy dog, I'm sorry eyes.

"Don't make me count to three mister." Daisy said jokingly but was still clearly serious.

"Please Ms. Lee. Don't do that." Jason said sarcastically.

After Jason fooled around with goofy banter and jesting with Daisy for a bit longer, he got up and joined Daisy in the shower.

After they finished showering, they got dressed into their swimwear.

Jason wore a white t-shirt and blue swim trunks.

Daisy had bought a new crimson colored bikini a couple weeks back, and Jason thought that she looked excited to finally wear it for the first time.

They both packed duffel bags with regular clothes that they'd change into after the were finished with their beach adventure.

After a quick kissing segment, Jason closed the front door and locked it. Daisy and Jason got into Jason's car and Jason had exited the driveway and got onto the road.

Destination… the white sand beach.

And Jason could only wait in uneasy anticipation for whatever surprises the woman that he loved had in the works of her diabolical plan. But knowing Daisy, he assumed that She had something nice planned.

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(To Be Continued)

Part I and Part II take place on the same day.

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BTW: Menelik is named after a famous Ethiopian emperor who fought the Italians. I thought it a fitting name since he's from Ethiopia, which is a fascinating place historically.