A/N: Hello there, people! This chapter will contain mild lime content. There will be clear indication when it starts and end.
Also, I've checked out the stats for the chapters and it's saying more people read the intermission chapter than the planetarium date. I guess it's fine if you've already read it, but it does contain plot relevant details so it could get confusing if you missed it. Anyway, thanks for your time reading this! Now, onto the chapter!
Izuku POV
I woke up early morning to get to the class. I guess it's time for another Ceremonial Magic class this morning. Now that I think about it, I wonder how the homework went for those two. I think like a house on fire is probably accurate.
I know Sarah is just trying to stir some trouble, but I can't deny she's also helping me get closer to Ochaco. So long as I'm careful, I might even get out of it alive.
Steeling my resolve, I descended the stairs towards the communal area, only to find a visibly sullen Ashido-san stationed there, likely awaiting Ochaco's arrival. The last time we'd crossed paths, her spirits had seemed lifted, which made her current poutiness all the more perplexing.
Claiming the couch beside her, I draped an arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "What's the matter? A smile suits you far better," I murmured, using my free hand to gently raise her chin, our eyes meeting.
The melancholic air surrounding her tugged at my heartstrings. Whatever had her so down, I found myself wanting to chase away the shadows and restore the infectious radiance I'd come to expect from the vibrant Ashido-san.
"Midori~" Ashido-san greeted with a sullen pout, the usual bubbly personality drained from her demeanor. She hugged me tight with both arms before starting. "It's just...Nana. You cannot imagine what an absolute bitch she was. I've never been so angry!"
Concern furrowed my brow as I listened intently. As an Evoker like myself, I knew Nana didn't harbor the highest opinion of Ceremonial mages. But Ashido had always been an exception in my eyes. "What happened?" I asked gently.
Her rant continued, indignation blazing. "And what's up with that stupid dress code?! That's got to be a Title IX violation or something. If I knew I'd have to strip down to my skivvies in front of that witch, I would've worn actual underwear!" she continued. "And then I'm like...nobody needs to know if we just skip it, right?" Ashido went on, voice edged with desperation. "And you know what that bitch said?"
I could only hazard a guess. "'Death is lighter than a feather, Duty is heavier than a mountain'?"
"What? No, dude," she scoffed, clearly more affronted than I could fathom. "She said she was enjoying watching me squirm and refused to let me off the hook. Like, what the fuck!?"
"Yeah, it sounds very different from my study session with Ochaco," I offered, hoping to steer the conversation more positively. The girls' differing circumstances made comparing apples to hand grenades.
"Of course it was different for you two," Ashido snapped, though her venom wasn't directed at me. "Did you know her family's like, totally loaded? Like, the Royal Family looks downright impoverished in comparison."
I shook my head, unruffled by matters of material wealth. "It honestly hasn't come up. I assume royalty has money, but I don't see what the big deal is."
Her eyes burned with envious yearning as she launched into a hushed tirade. "You've gotta think more about this, Midori. The Court has been accumulating power and riches for over a millennium and a half. We're not just talking gold. They've been trading influence across the globe, financing European banks and dynasties."
"Don't make too big a deal of it," I cautioned, sensing where her ambition led. "Seriously."
But Ashido was undeterred, leaning in conspiratorially. "You really need to start playing smarter. Don't you see? Just by befriending her, we could change the trajectory of our entire lives."
"Look, the likelihood of me living up to 30 is evidently low, despite how certain individuals might disagree. If I somehow live to reach a hundred, there's a good chance I'll be the next thing to a Power. I neither want nor need anyone's charity."
"You think you're gonna ascend to Godhood too along with that? Evokers are foot soldiers in wars nobody wants. I'm talking about real things here. Money. Connections. Power. To become someone."
"I don't need a lot of money to be happy. I just need enough to do what I want."
Ashido's gaze grew distant, weighted by melancholy self-reflection. "How can you be content with just coasting by when there's so much more possibility out there?"
Clasping her shoulder, I met her storm-tossed stare levelly. "Conversely, how can you be so unsatisfied when you already possess so much?"
She flinched, vulnerability flickering across her features. "You just won't get it, Midori. My entire life, I've had endless voices and pressures pushing me, forcing me in directions not of my choosing. For once, I want the power to make my own choices."
Squeezing her shoulder in silent commiseration, I offered a reassuring smile. "With great power comes great responsibility. Between us, it's Ochaco who bears the greatest burdens on her freedom."
Ashido deflated at the mention of our friend's name. "How can that possibly be, when she has so much privilege already?"
She abruptly gathered her bag, the spark of yearning banked for now. "Whatever, I've got DGN1 now. Later."
As she departed, I settled in to await Ochaco's arrival, ruminating on the yawning divides of power, status, and twisted societal pressures that threatened to swallow us whole from opposite directions.
After awaiting Ochaco's arrival, we proceeded together to the basement chambers that served as our unorthodox classroom. Ashido and Professor Sarah were already present, an undercurrent of tension crackling between them like arcing electricity.
"Welcome, everyone, to this intimate special class on Ceremonial Magic," Sarah purred, unfazed by the charged atmosphere.
"Hello, Professor," I greeted politely as we crossed the threshold.
"How did the homework assignment work out, Izuku?" Her eyes glinted with knowing mischief.
"I found them...eye-opening," I replied, images of Ochaco's lithe, scantily-clad form flashing through my mind's eye.
Sarah's smile took on a sly caste. "I bet. I truly hope you and Princess Pendragon had a stimulating experience together."
Refusing to be baited, I met her gaze levelly. "We did. With or without your...assistance, Professor."
"Such lofty ambitions," she tsked with an arch of her brow. "I wonder if you'll manage to live up to them."
The door flew open, admitting a visibly enraged Nana. "Hey, Izuku. Fuck this course, and fuck Sarah."
"She's right there," I pointed out, nodding towards our unflappable instructor.
Nana rounded on Sarah, utterly incensed. "Good. This is a fecking stupid idea. If you're summoning anything today, I'm breaking that fecking containment circle myself and ripping it apart as therapy."
So much for subtlety. "Sounds like the homework went well?" I asked dryly.
"Izuku, if you ever mention this godforsaken homework again, I will fecking hunt you down, break your kneecaps, and leave you to die in a ditch. Do you understand?" Her menacing tone brooked no misinterpretation - this was no idle threat.
I held up a placating hand. "I'm going to take that as a no. Chill, Nana. She's just trying to get under our skin. Don't let her win."
"Easy for you to say," she fumed, knuckles whitening. "You weren't stuck in a room naked with that devious bitch."
Ah, so her rage stemmed from a self-inflicted humiliation. How...predictable. "Then perhaps wear some underwear next time?"
Nana's thunderous glare shifted as she noticed the intimate proximity between Ochaco and myself. "What the bloody hell have you two been up to?" She punctuated the question with a snicker, mood swinging on a dime.
"Some of us managed our assignments without reducing the premises to cinders," I countered mildly.
"Oh, I haven't even begun burning shite yet. Just you wait."
Turning to Ochaco, I explained with forced nonchalance, "Turns out, neither of them believes in underwear, Ochaco, so their coursework ended up a little more intimate than originally planned."
Ochaco's soft "Oh...my..." hung in the air, her reaction difficult to parse. Embarrassment? Titillation? The mind boggled.
"In any case, that's the full roster present," I declared, redirecting the discussion. "Let's see what fresh horror awaits us today, shall we?"
The tension in the room was palpable as Professor Sarah addressed the volatile situation with an air of world-weariness. "I will not be inviting any more of my...clients to these classes. Poor Mister Mith'tenak was deeply traumatized by the whole affair."
Your terse response cut through the loaded silence like a blade. "Good." Considering the horror you'd previously encountered with that particular entity's ilk, it was lucky restraint had prevailed thus far.
Sarah's expression hardened as she launched into a didactic lecture. "Look, Izuku. I understand Evokers like yourself don't appreciate the intricacies of modern Ceremonial Magic. What you need to understand is its paramount importance to the broader Magical Community."
You arched a skeptical brow. "And why, pray tell, would that be?"
"Because it vastly expands the pool of potential magic users," she proclaimed with the zeal of the converted. "The old methods were all predicated on bloodlines, even Esoteric Magic. With Ceremonial Magic's advent, anyone can wield power to heal, to extend their lives, to preserve eternal beauty."
Your contempt was unvarnished. "And all one must do is prostitute themselves to primordial horrors that would eagerly violate and mind break you, given half a chance?"
A wistful look stole across Sarah's features. "All I have to do is dance, tease a little...and in return, I'm granted immortality. Trust me, it's a marked improvement over the old ways."
"Which were what, exactly?" you scoffed, sarcasm dripping. "Frolicking maidens at idyllic forest springs?"
"Don't be deliberately obtuse," she chided. "That's mere rhetorical fantasy."
'Of course it is.'
Sarah's expression grew distant as she delved into the history. "Ceremonial Magic as a power source has existed since time immemorial."
Nodding towards Ochaco, you countered, "Somehow, the princess seems unaware of these ancient rites."
A shadow passed over the professor's face. "The Court did not...approve of the old practices. Merlin himself railed vehemently against them. Believe it or not, I find his stance difficult to disagree with - the original methodologies were...harsh, to put it mildly."
The implications hung unspoken, an undercurrent of unease rippling through the chamber. Whatever reviled secrets lay buried in Ceremonial Magic's blood-stained origins, it was clear Sarah found the modern incarnation a merciful alternative - no matter how ethically questionable.
"In what way?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.
"We have had access to MM type of Magic portals for almost 200 years, thanks to the revolutionary work of Isambard Kingdom Brunel. They changed the landscape of Ceremonial Magic forever, allowing it once again to be widely practiced across Western Europe," she explained.
The name struck me as vaguely familiar, nagging at the back of my mind until it finally clicked. Isambard Kingdom Brunel - the renowned Victorian polymath, an engineer and innovator with expertise spanning numerous fields. But I had never made the connection between his work and the arcane arts of magic before. The idea that this celebrated figure from centuries ago had ushered in magical advancements was baffling.
"What were the old ways of practicing ceremonial magic before Brunel's influence?" I inquired, equal parts curious and apprehensive about her answer.
She paused for a moment, considering. "Inviting someone...or something...out of the realm we call Elsewhere, if you have the right location, utter the proper words and meet the requirements, isn't particularly difficult. The true challenge lies in compelling that entity to obey your will once summoned. And then, ensuring they depart when you wish it, which is often the trickier part."
A chill ran down my spine at her matter-of-fact tone. "And before these MM circles were introduced, how did ceremonial mages manage such summonings?"
Her expression grew grave. "Blood, usually. As I said, the old rites were far from an exact science for those unfortunate enough to end up on the wrong side of the summoning circle." Her words hung heavy in the air, and I realized with a sinking feeling that she was not jesting. Sick fucks.
"So, just to make sure I've got this straight," I said, trying to wrap my head around the unsettling revelation. "People would basically tie up virgins inside a magic circle, summon a demon, let it have its way with her, and then pay for the privilege before leaving? That's what actually happened?"
"It's not always virgins," she replied, her tone tinged with a somber note. "For instance, the Aztec Rain God Tlaloc had a preference for babies. But yes, essentially, it was a transaction of sorts."
"And The Court managed to put an end to all that?"
"At least in Eurasia," she affirmed, her eyes holding a flicker of somber conviction. "If you dared to attempt such a ritual within The Hunt's jurisdiction, you'd be more likely to encounter a squadron of Hunters emerging from the very portal you opened, rather than the intended entity."
"And what about other parts of the world?" I prodded further, curiosity tinged with a hint of dread.
"It varies," she explained patiently, her words measured as if navigating a minefield of complexities. "Some societies have intricate systems of oaths and promises that bind both the mundane and the otherworldly. But in other cases... well, let's just say the deities people encounter often mirror the collective conscience of their worshippers, much like what transpired in Mesoamerica."
"What do you mean? What happened there?" I interjected, my curiosity piqued. Despite rumors of a scarcity of Mages in that region, I was still unclear on the specifics.
"When you water a God in blood, don't be surprised if Elsewhere around you turns into a hostile landscape," she explained cryptically.
"So that's why there are so few Mages over there?" I inferred, trying to connect the dots.
"Contrary to popular belief, there are some," she conceded, her tone hinting at the challenges they faced. "But you'd have to journey quite far north to escape the looming influence of the Aztlán pantheon. Los Angeles is certainly not a place anyone sane would try to enter Elsewhere from," she added, before smoothly transitioning to the day's lesson. "Anyway, class. Today, let's delve into the economic ramifications of Ceremonial Magic on the Magical Community, with a focus on how it alters the supply chain..."
As the lecture unfolded, I found myself unexpectedly captivated despite my initial skepticism about the class. I couldn't deny there was valuable knowledge being imparted.
"And that concludes our lesson for today. Thank you all for attending, and a special thanks to Mister Midoriya for not instigating any unplanned incidents this session," Sarah remarked drily. "Which reminds me, I'm still awaiting your write-up. I expect it on my desk this Friday afternoon." Her tone brooked no argument.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I grinned at Ochaco. "See, that wasn't so painful after all, eh Ochaco?" I nudged her playfully.
However, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she replied, "I believe you're forgetting something, my dearest knight."
"Oh?" I arched an inquisitive brow.
"And for next class, here are your Ceremonial Magic practical assignments," Sarah announced, distributing sealed envelopes with the instructions. Curiosity over their contents had me intrigued for our next meeting already.
"Feckfeckfeckfeckfeckfeck..." Nana cursed vehemently in the corner, frustration evident.
"Just close your eyes and think of whisky, Nana," I advised, knowing alcohol often calmed her temper.
"Aye, maybe a couple quick nips before homework wouldn't go awry," she agreed with a roguish grin.
"That's not quite what I meant...oh nevermind. Just remember panties this time?" I chided with a smirk.
"As before, do not open these until prepared to complete the practicals. Do enjoy yourselves," Sarah added with a mischievous wink my way, to which I merely rolled my eyes.
"So Ochaco, shall we tackle this together like last time? Somehow I doubt the school library is the ideal setting," I suggested.
"The privacy of your room does seem...preferable. After classes today?" she confirmed.
'After classes...'
Oh, right - our scheduled Heroics training! How could I have forgotten?
"Works for me."
"Then it's a date," she said with a smile.
"One I'm quite looking forward to," I admitted, ignoring Ashido's whispered "We can tell" from across the room.
After our Ceremonial Magic lessons, Ochaco, Ashido and I hurried back to the dorms to freshen up before Heroics class. The day had been filled with engrossing magical theory and the rich history behind mystical practices. Stepping into our room, that familiar, comforting scent enveloped me like an old friend.
We quickly freshened up then headed to combat training, pushing our bodies and minds through various scenarios to hone our skills. An announcement buzzed about the upcoming Sports Festival, though that's a story for another time.
Afterwards, we made our way to Crowley. As I stepped inside, nerves twisted my stomach - not for my own sake, but for Ochaco's. That's where my true concern lay.
In the Crowley
"So...Ochaco. Are you ready for this?" I asked, glancing at her with evident concern.
"No, I fear not. But we shall persevere, together," she replied determinedly, taking my hand and leaning into my side.
"Let's head up to the room and get started," I suggested, leading her towards the space Midnight-sensei had graciously lent me.
"By the way, Izuku. I've yet to see your private quarters," she remarked with a playful pout, lips quirking into a teasing smile.
I chuckled nervously. "I really should tidy up in there. It would be disastrous if you somehow gained entry and saw the chaos." I made a mental note to get my room in order soon.
"'Tidy up', hmm? I wonder what secrets you could be hiding from me," she prodded mischievously.
"Oh, you got me. I've got a life-sized Ochaco body pillow stashed in there," I deadpanned.
At first she seemed taken aback, but then peals of laughter escaped her. "You are a terrible liar, Izuku!"
"How did you know?" I asked curiously.
"Your expressions forever betray your intentions. It's one of the things I love about you," she said fondly before turning serious. "But we'll need to work on that poker face if you're to survive Court intrigues."
Once in the room, we settled side-by-side on the bed. Ochaco handed me the envelope. "You open it this time. I'm...a little nervous," she admitted, fingers trembling slightly.
"How bad could it be? Let's see..." I carefully tore it open.
Her eyes were fixed on me anxiously. I squeezed her hand reassuringly before reading aloud.
"Honesty and self-awareness are central to Ceremonial Magic..."
"Really? I'd have thought self-awareness was useless for whoring oneself to demons," she interjected skeptically.
"Hey, I didn't pen this," I chuckled, continuing to read.
"Today's exercise requires each of you ask and truthfully answer three intimate questions."
"That's all? No absurd dress code this time?" Relief tinged her voice.
"Well, there is a code. But I think we can do this outside once the moon rises," I said casually.
Her face then turned pale. "Oh no. Please don't tell me it specifies 'dressed in moonlight'?!"
"Yeah...how'd you know?"
"Then we are most definitely not doing this outside," she declared firmly, as if drawing a line in the sand. "It's bad enough to fully undress for you; I don't wish for a wider audience," she explained, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Hey, it said 'dressed in moonlight.' If she wanted us to strip, she should have just said so," I protested, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.
"Many of the most sacred Fae rituals require the participants to attend dressed in nothing but the moonlight. Though I doubt they ever mix genders like this," Ochaco explained, her knowledge surprising me.
"Huh. I didn't know that," I admitted, intrigued by her insight into Fae customs.
"Why do you care about Fae rituals, anyway?" I couldn't help but ask, curious about her connection to such specific knowledge.
"My Mother was Fae, remember? I will not dishonour her memory by disrespecting her faith," she replied with a solemnity that made me realize the weight of her heritage.
"Do you think Sarah planned this? That she knew about your mother?" I ventured, wondering if there was a deeper significance to the assignment.
"Undoubtedly. It was hardly a secret. I may as well get started..." she trailed off, her voice trailing off as she began to remove her shirt, revealing her white bra. "...waiting will not make this easier."
"Okay," I said, feeling a mixture of surprise and anticipation as I watched her every move. If she was giving me a show, I wasn't about to waste it.
"And you, Izuku," she pointed at me, her expression a mix of amusement and challenge. "Are you not getting undressed?" she asked, her tone teasing.
"Sorry, just enjoying the show. Don't mind me," I replied, unable to resist a playful retort.
"You are not making this any easier for me, Izuku," she protested, but the slight flush on her cheeks and the way she made no effort to cover up her body hinted at a different sentiment.
"No, but you're making it harder for me. I'm not sure standing up right now is a good idea," I admitted, feeling a surge of desire that I struggled to contain.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her curiosity evident.
"I guess you'll find out soon enough," I said, unable to resist the urge to tease her as I started to remove my shirt, exposing my upper body to her gaze.
"I think I can understand what you meant, last time," she said, referring to what I said on the last study date we had, "There is beauty in watching you move," her face mixed with fascination and arousal.
"I've been stepping up my training since getting here. I need to get stronger if I am to survive as an Evoker," I explained, the words coming out in a rush as I continued to undress, feeling her gaze on me intensify. She seemed flustered, unsure of where to look, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at her reaction.
"We are... halfway, I guess. Who goes next?" Ochaco asked, breaking the momentary silence.
"You, definitely," I replied with a playful grin.
"Lecher," she teased, her laughter filling the room.
"Oh, yes," I agreed, matching her playful tone with a smirk.
Ochaco began to unstrap her bra, her movements hesitant yet determined. "Okay. That...that wasn't so bad," she said, her voice tinged with relief.
"You look gorgeous," I couldn't help but tell her, admiration evident in my voice.
"I fear they are...inadequate. I overheard my chambermaid once, saying that men only like big breasts," she confessed, her insecurities laid bare.
"Some men, perhaps. Not me. I find yours absolutely perfect," I reassured her, my gaze lingering on her chest. The sight of her perfectly sized breasts, adorned with healthy pink nipples, sparked a flurry of desires in my mind, but I forced myself to keep them in check for now.
"And now, it's your turn, lecherous knight," she said playfully, her pout only adding to her charm.
"Okay, just... you know, it's natural, with you getting undressed and everything, so don't freak out or anything," I found myself trying to explain, hoping to avoid any dramatic anime-girl reactions. I began to remove my boxers, revealing my erect penis to her.
"What do you mea... Oh! My... is it supposed to stand up like that?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Depends on the situation. Don't say I didn't warn you," I replied, trying to maintain a casual demeanor despite the rising tension between us.
"I have never... never seen a man's... you know. It looks different than I imagined," Ochaco admitted, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
"Well, you can look all you want, once you've taken off your panties," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"So. Yes. Panties," she said, her voice tinged with nervousness.
"We could still do this outside if you prefer?" I teased her, enjoying her flustered reaction.
"No. I can do this. I just... never imagined undressing like this before a man. At least not until I was married. You are not going to be overcome by insatiable lust and despoil me, right?" she asked, her vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings. I reassured her, trying to maintain my composure.
"Insatiable lust, probably. I'm not going to let myself be overcome by it, though. You will always be safe with me," I reassured her, hoping my words would ease her worries.
"And if I do not want to be safe?" She whispered under her breath, her words barely audible, but the underlying desire unmistakable.
"What do you mean?" I asked, curious about her cryptic statement.
"Oh, never mind. They are just cloth, Ochaco. Not armour, and not magical," she said, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she removed the last bit of clothing she had left.
Damn, she's beautiful.
"That's the spirit. It's not so bad," I told her, trying to encourage her.
"I am pretty certain it actually is that bad. I am standing here, naked before a strange man, like some shameless hussy," she lamented, her insecurities creeping back in.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone else less shameless. In fact, if it was possible to die of shame, I'm pretty sure I'd be guilty of murder," I reassured her, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.
"So just a hussy, then," she sighed.
"Just a girl. Relax, it's not the first time I've seen a naked girl," I told her, hoping to ease her discomfort.
"And that is supposed to make me feel better?" she said with a pouty expression.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you're by far the prettiest girl I've ever seen naked," I told her, hoping to boost her confidence.
"Hardly. My breasts are too average, my hips too boyish, and... and... I'm babbling," she stopped herself before continuing, her self-doubt palpable. "Horned Lord help me," she muttered.
"You've mentioned the Horned Lord before. Who is he?" I asked, genuinely curious about her faith.
"Really? We are doing Fae theology now?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I figured it might help you relax," I explained, hoping to delve deeper into her beliefs.
"I somehow doubt it will work. But to answer your question, the Horned Lord is the Lord of the Hunt, The Hunter himself, and the highest God of the Fae. My mother's faith, such as I know it," she explained, her voice taking on a reflective tone.
"I thought your father is the Lord of the Hunt?" I asked, puzzled by this contradiction.
"He would certainly like to think so. But the Hunt is older than the Court, by far. In the absence of Cernunnos, humans have taken up the call. But we are only borrowing their title. It is not ours," she clarified, shedding light on her family's complex relationship with Fae traditions.
"Do you believe in him?" I inquired, curious about her personal beliefs.
"That is a curious question. I believe he exists. He does not interact much with mortals, but the Powers of the Fae swear allegiance to him. But what you meant is in a matter of faith, correct? As in, religion?" she asked, seeking clarification.
"Yeah," I replied, eager to understand her perspective.
"Faith is a hard thing to nurture when your Father hosts Gods getting drunk at the dinner table. I do swear by him, but I do not pray to him. Or any other Gods, for that matter," she answered. I've noticed that she's much more relaxed now compared to before.
"See, that helped, right?" I said, hoping our conversation had succeeded in easing her nerves.
"I... guess so. But still, questions. As if this wasn't intimate enough," Ochaco remarked, a little bit of her discomfort still evident in her tone.
"I could ask you something innocent like what your first pet was?" I suggested, hoping to lighten the mood.
She sighed. "We have been over this before, Izuku. If I wanted to cheat on this assignment, I would have just done it while I still had my underwear," she paused before continuing. "So. Let us follow the instructions and ask intimate questions. I doubt I can be any more mortified than I am now."
"Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to ensure she was okay with proceeding.
"Ask your first question, Izuku," she replied, her voice resigned.
'All right then.'
"I'm surprised you shave," I told her, observing her body closely. I couldn't help but notice the absence of hair in her pubic area and even on her legs. Now, it might be nothing unusual for a regular girl to have a shaved pussy, but this is the same girl who thought kissing was sex just a few weeks ago, so I found it odd.
She only tilted her head in confusion before letting out a confused laugh. "Did you expect me to have whiskers like a dwarf?"
See!?
"No, I mean... down there. You know," I awkwardly tried to explain.
"Eh? You mean...oh," she seemed to have realized what I was talking about. "Fae do not have body hair. Nor do half-fae. I had forgotten fully humans do," she explained.
"Usually, yeah," I told her, this time I'm feeling slightly embarrassed by my ignorance.
She returned to looking insecure once again. "I must look very strange to you, then. As if I was wandering around bald as an egg," she said, seeming to misunderstand something.
"No, not at all. A lot of girls shave, you know. Their legs, and their armpits and... well," I tried to explain.
"But...why?" she simply tilted her head, looking at me as if I just told her the moon's made of cheese.
"Most men find it attractive. Sexy. And obviously better for oral...wait, no. Nevermind," I said, dropping the matter.
"Oral what?" she asked, her confusion evident.
"I'm really not up for giving you a crash course in SexEd right now, Ochaco. Shouldn't you have picked this up from the tutors?" I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and bemusement.
"Sexual Education at the Court is pretty much just a list of what not to do," she replied, a note of disappointment coloring her tone. Personally, the more I hear about it, the more it sounds like a dismal experience. "Looks like I will have to use my first question. What exactly were you referring to with 'oral'?"
"Do they not teach you about the birds and the bees at the Court?"
"They teach young birds to keep their knees together around lecherous bees like you. Now stop wriggling, Izuku. Oral...what?" Her voice carried a hint of exasperation, as if her patience was wearing thin.
"Look, it's nothing serious. Just that clean shaven is a lot better for licking pussy. That's all," I answered her question.
"But...why?" she repeated, her expression still a mix of confusion and incredulity.
"A full bush can be quite... prickly, for lack of a better term. And nobody wants to be picking hair out of their teeth afterward, right? It's just not the most pleasant experience," I explained, hoping to shed some light on the matter.
"That's not exactly what I was asking. So, let me get this straight. You... kiss... the, um, girl's vagina?" Her gaze now held a mixture of bewilderment and mild horror. It was as if she were trying to comprehend an entirely alien concept. Given her keen interest in space, I couldn't help but wonder if she saw me as some sort of extraterrestrial being.
"Well, not just kiss. It's more like... you know, a combination of techniques. Sucking, nibbling, licking, using your tongue... it's all about exploration, figuring out what feels good for her," I clarified, trying to ease her into the topic with a touch of humor.
"That does not sound very hygienic," she remarked, her tone tinged with concern.
"Don't worry, hygiene is definitely a priority. Just like with anything else, you'd clean up beforehand. Same thing as a blowjob. It's all about being considerate and respectful," I reassured her, hoping to ease her apprehension. "And trust me, once everything's clean, it can actually taste quite nice. A little sweet, a little salty."
"So... you've done this before? Oral sex, I mean?" She queried, still grappling with the unfamiliar terminology. "And what exactly is a 'blowjob'?" Jesus H. Christ.
"Come on, I did answer your initial question," I protested, feeling a bit on the spot.
"So a 'blowjob' isn't considered oral sex?" she pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Well..." I hesitated, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over me. Discussing SexEd was definitely not my favorite topic. "Um... you still want an answer, huh?"
"You still owe me an answer, Izuku." Somewhere along the way, I saw her teasing grin.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I accused her, trying to regain some semblance of control.
"Hehe. You liked seeing me squirm while undressing. It's only fair that I get my turn," she retorted, her grin suggesting mischief.
"Hey, I still enjoy watching you squirm. It does fascinating things to your breasts," I said as retaliation while zeroing in on her breasts. Though I don't really need a reason to stare.
"Blowjob, Izuku?" she persisted, refusing to let the topic slide.
"Yes, please?" I replied with a smirk, but her response gave me pause. There was something unsettling about the way she smiled, as if it didn't quite reach her eyes. It sent a chill down my spine. "Okay, okay. Don't give me that look. A blowjob is just when you, uh, suck a guy's... you know," I explained, feeling a bit uncomfortable under her scrutiny.
"And have you done this?" she pressed, her curiosity unyielding.
"Sucked dick? No. Sorry to spoil your Fujoshi dreams, but I don't swing that way," I denied such a possibility. I feel like I need to hammer it home since some of the girls are already pairing me up with some of our classmates.
"Fujoshi? What does that mean? What I was asking was... have you ever, you know, performed oral sex on a girl?" she clarified, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment this time.
"Oh, sure. Many times. There's something incredibly sensual about bringing a girl to the brink of ecstasy with just your mouth," I admitted, unable to conceal the smug grin that crept onto my face.
"So, the same mouth that kissed me on our last date... also pleasured another girl?" she exclaimed, her expression shifting to one of horror.
"I promise I brushed my teeth afterward. Besides, I never claimed to be a virgin," I reassured her with a playful smirk before adding, "Do you regret kissing me now?"
"No. Never. It's just...strange to imagine," she said, still trying to grasp the concept. "Does everyone do this?"
"Most couples, I suppose. It's considered safe, enjoyable, and pleasurable," I replied.
"What a curious idea. That all the girls at the University spend each day talking to me, then go home and use those same mouths on their boyfriend's penises," she mused, her thoughts still processing.
"It's kind of hot to think about, isn't it? Plus, when you consider it, it's a form of intimacy that doesn't necessarily entail losing your virginity," I suggested, allowing the idea to linger in the air.
"No, Izuku," she responded firmly.
"No, what?" I prodded, sensing a hint of resistance.
"I can see the gears turning behind your eyes. And your... you know..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "is reacting. You're having lecherous thoughts right now," she concluded, her observation astute.
"Guilty as charged. But let's table that for now," I said with a grin. "I still have more questions for you."
"Then by all means, ask away," she replied, her curiosity piqued.
"Tell me about your first crush," I asked her, genuine curiosity lacing my words.
A hint of surprise flitted across her features. "How did you know I had one?"
"Everyone has a first crush," I reasoned with a small smile. "And they almost always make an endearing fool of themselves over that person."
She replied with a wry quirk of her lips, "Well, I haven't made a fool of myself. Not yet, at least. Or so I'd like to believe."
Trying to piece together her experiences, I inquired, "How old are you again?"
Her brow furrowed slightly in puzzlement. "18, why?"
I pressed on, intrigued. "So you've never fallen in love before? Never had a crush?"
A touch of sadness crept into her voice as she explained, "Life at the Court, with its ageless beauty and hidden dangers, leaves little space for such things. My father's advisors walk a tightrope of respect and fear, and those of noble lineage watch for any sign of vulnerability. You build walls around your heart." She paused, her gaze settling on mine with quiet strength. "While there have been others I felt a kinship with, I have always been wary. Until I met a reckless young Evoker who risked everything for my sake."
Surprise and satisfaction mingled in my tone. "So, I'm your first crush?"
"Perhaps? I have little experience to compare it to. When I look at you, I feel a strange fluttering in my chest, as if my magic stirs in response. Sitting here, unveiled beside you, I feel shame, but also... an exhilarating sort of anticipation." She paused, uncertainty in her voice. "Even amidst the formalities of the Court, a hidden part of me drifts back to you, remembering your face, the way your smile holds both kindness and a hint of mischief. So, perhaps it is a crush, or perhaps it is something else entirely."
"I don't really know what to say," I admitted, her candid revelation momentarily stealing my voice.
Her voice, usually so strong, carried a newfound vulnerability as she confessed, "You are the first man to desire me for who I truly am, beyond my title or connection to the Fae Realm. And beyond that, a strange resonance resonates between us, as if our paths were intertwined long before we met."
"Ochaco, I... I'll do my best to live up to that," I said earnestly, bowing my head slightly in a gesture of respect.
Seeking affirmation, she inquired, "Did I answer your question?"
"Not the answer I was expecting, but one that makes me incredibly happy," I responded, a surge of joy washing over me.
Noting her calm demeanor despite the heavy revelation, I observed, "You seem...okay with all this?"
"I suspected you had known about it," she said simply. "Casually kissing strangers is not my thing, even if it is common practice in your realm. That night at the planetarium, gazing at constellations spun from starlight...it held more significance for me than you might have realized." The scent of lavender incense mingled with the warmth of her skin as she fidgeted slightly.
Overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings, I struggled to find the right response, finally just saying, "Should we keep going?" Inwardly though, I knew I would need time to fully process this extraordinary turn of events.
"And what would be your final question for the day, Izuku?" she prompted, her expression open and curious.
Thinking about the things I've learned about her, I think only one question comes to mind. It is risky, but as they say, 'fortune favors the bold.' The scent of her shampoo, sweet and floral, lingered in the air as I leaned in slightly.
"Would you like to kiss again?"
Her response is immediate, a barrage of incredulity that reverberates through the room. "What? Naked? Alone? In your bedroom? Are you insane?" she fires back, each question a pointed rejection of my audacious suggestion. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.
But I don't back down. "You didn't answer my question," I persist calmly.
"I did!" she rebuts after a momentary pause, her eyes darting nervously around the room.
"No," I clarify, holding her gaze steadily. "You explained why it's not a good idea. What I asked was if you wanted to kiss again."
She utters my name, a soft murmur laden with uncertainty. "Izuku..."
My resolve solidifies as I press, a touch of playfulness in my tone, "This one's easy. Yes or no?"
Her eyes flit about the room, reminiscent of exam panic when the answer eludes you. Finally, tinged with longing, she concedes, "Yes. Okay...yes. I'd love to kiss you again. Our last date was more wonderful than you know. But I'd rather not tempt fate by jumping onto your lap naked. Get decent if you want that kiss."
While firm in her refusal, a warmth tempers the rejection. I acquiesce, "Yeah, I should. Let me just...think unsexy thoughts. Give me a sec." An awkward pause settles over us, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on my nightstand.
LIME WARNING
"Poor Izuku. Looks painful. Want some help?" she offers, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Ochaco..." I reply, her attempt to lighten the mood not going unnoticed, though my nerves remain taut.
"I still got questions," she reminds me, her tone lighter now, "That one's simple, though; it's a yes or no answer."
"Would I like you to help? Yeah, sure," I admit, a flicker of hope mingling with resignation, "But I'm not holding my breath."
"I will not...use my mouth, if that's what you were hoping. But maybe...maybe I could assist ou with my hands?" she suggested. I'm surprised with such development, but I certainly am not to complain!
"If you are sure...then, yes. I would love a handjob. This erection has gone past painful and into excruciating," I told her.
"You poor man. Your girlfriend should take better care of you," she teased.
"Yes. Yes, she should," I palyfully replied, going along with what she's planning.
"How...how do I do this?" she said. Of course, someone like her wouldn't know the first thing about it.
"Just grasp it. And gently pump. The head is sensitive, so be careful," I said. For now, simply starting with simple instructions will be best. Don't want to overwhelm her or anything. We can work on something more advanced later on.
"Like this?" She asked as she grabs my cock with her warm little hands, where I'm reminded once again that she has incredible strength for her strature.
"OUCH!" I exclaimed. Okay, let's avoid the fate where my dick suffers the same fate as that dynanometer from the apprehension test. "Not so hard. It's not a sword handle. For such a small woman, you've got a grip like a vice."
"Sorry," she says as she loosens the grip to a far more pleasurable pressure. Her eyes fixated on my member as if in hypnotic trance. "It feels strangely alive. Like I can feel it pulsing in my hand," she said in equal parts excitement and wonder. I can tell by her short bated breath that the activity is already started to affect her as well as she pumps it up and down. Oh my god, I'm in heaven.
"There's a lot of blood pumping through it," I explained. "Don't stop, that's amazing."
"You should see your face right now. You are almost going cross-eyed," she said with an amused smile, though her face was red as a tomato, before turning back to my cock, "It's getting bigger...and harder."
"This is amazing," she whispered to my ear. "So responsive." She leaned down, repositioning herself on all fours in front of me as she pushes me to lay down. Holy...the sight of her face with upturned eyes just beside my cock as she tries her best to jerk me off is something else. I lovingly cup her cheeks as she leans onto my hand.
This continued on for several minutes before I started to feel a familiar sensation, "Ochaco! I'm getting closer. Go a little faster," I told her. Her hands are moving clumsily, sure, but perhaps because of my horniness, or something else, the pleasure I'm getting is out of this world.
"Like this?" she immediately picked up the pace, leaning her face closer to mine. "I always thought having sex was about a woman losing control. But here I am in total control. Haa~ Haaa~ I could...you know, slow down a little," a teasing smile plastered across her face.
"You wouldn't dare," I said through gritted teeth, feeling like my nuts are ready to burst.
"No, I wouldn't," she said while letting out the most enchanting giggle I ever heard, her voice a husky whisper, and she picked up the pace again. "Mmmhh~," she moans excitedly, "I can feel the blood flowing through your member, and see your desire written plainly in your face," she paused, continuing to pump my cock up and down, increasing the pace further. "Are you getting close?" she said, biting the edge of her lower lip. The superposing of the innocent Ochaco who barely knew what a kiss was and the panting woman with a hungry expression in front of me right now has made me even more excited.
Feeling the familiar sensation, I warned her. "Ugh. I'm going to cum," At this rate, I'll be covering her body with my load.
"What do you mea..." she didn't get to finish her question before I couldn't hold it in any more and let out my thick cum as I covered her ample breasts, "Wow...Your stuff...it's all over my chest," she said as she plays around with it. Whether intentional or not, spreading my cum further across her body. For a moment, she paused, looking at her fingers before locking eyes with me and sensually licked the cum off it.
'Fuck. She's driving me crazy.' But I know I should hold myself back. At least for now.
"Sorry, Ochaco. You were just too good. That's the best handjob I've ever had," I genuinely praised her. At least if you ignore the beginning.
"Well, then I just hope next time will be even better," she said, her voice a soft purr.
"Next time?" My question hung between us, a mix of surprise and a thrum of anticipation.
"This was fun. And I loved seeing your face as you...climaxed." A playful smirk touched her lips. "I will not have sex before marriage, but...some harmless fun with my boyfriend? Who could blame me?"
"You're rationalizing pretty hard there, you know that, right?" I teased, unable to resist tracing my finger along her jawline.
"Leave a girl some illusions." She swatted my hand away playfully, but her smile lingered. She headed towards the bathroom. When she reemerged, freshly brushed teeth gleaming, a flicker of a question crossed my mind. When did she put those in there?
LIME END
"I believe one question remains," she said after sitting in front of me, her tone somber. "It is of a serious nature, not anything salacious." She paused, glancing at their intertwined forms, "Well, nothing overtly so, at least."
"Okay?" I replied, unsure of where this was leading.
"Does it trouble you, that we must keep our bond a secret?" she asked, her voice carrying a melancholic weight.
"Wait, we must?"
She nods before answering, "If my Father finds I have acquired a boyfriend...well, let us hope we can avoid that. At the very least, he would recall me back to the Court and likely ban me from ever seeing you again," she told me.
A leaden silence fell between them before I asked, "And the worst case?"
Her expression turned extremely sad. "Worst case would be...really bad," she said heavily. "I'm not blind to my Father's flaws. He's capable of being prideful to a fault, and irrationally angry." The implication hung in the air.
"Okay, so don't let daddy dearest catch wind, or I might end up a hunted deer. Got it," I tried to lighten the mood a bit.
"But my question was, does it bother you?" she pressed, managing a poker face despite the worry lingering in her voice.
"Well, it beats the alternative," I answered frankly. "But yeah, it stings a little."
I'm sure people have their suspicions about us. And frankly, I'd bet everything I own that most of those suspicions are right on the money. But as long as neither of us confirms anything, it can just be dismissed as rumors.
Still, there's an unpleasant feeling every time we have to brush it off and deny our feelings in front of others.
"I'm sorry, my dearest knight," she said, guilt weighing on her voice. Resting her head on my chest for a moment, she looked me in the eyes again. "I...I'm not the easiest person to be with. All I can ask is that we make the most of our time together, and you don't think badly of me when I have to leave to do what I must."
"Well, I don't share your pessimism. Three years is a long time. Who knows what will change in that time," I reassured her.
"Three years is hardly enough time for a fledgling Evoker to amass the power to challenge the world's Powers, Izuku," she said, her expression serious. "I know it pains Evokers to hear this, but mortal flesh has limits. Even yours."
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Maybe we could just elope instead?" I offered with a rogueish grin.
"'Duty', my dearest knight," she reminded me gently.
"Did you know 'duty' has become one of my least favorite words lately?"
"Duty isn't about comfort. It's about doing what's right, no matter how difficult."
"Even when it feels wrong?" I challenged.
"Especially then," she said firmly. "If duty only required doing what we wanted, it wouldn't be heavier than a mountain."
I sighed. "So what do we do now?"
"Get dressed, I think. Our questions are answered, and modesty should be restored," she said with a wry smile.
"What a pity," I lamented playfully.
"Though I can hardly wait to see how our next rendezvous unfolds," she added, slipping her panties back on.
"It'll be amazing. We can handle anything together," I reassured her, an impish thought crossing my mind as I palmed a certain fabric.
"Indeed," she replied warmly, stepping into her skirt. Glancing around, she frowned. "Have you seen my bra? I could have sworn I left it right here."
"Nope, haven't seen it. Let me help look," I fibbed casually.
"Strange, I'm certain I had it on the bed," she wondered aloud, my gaze roving over her partially undressed form appreciatively.
"Can I just say, you look insanely hot like that?" I blurted shamelessly.
A playful smirk danced across her lips. "More so than fully nude?"
"Different kind of appeal, at least. Now, about that kiss..."
"After we're properly clothed, impatient man," she chided.
"Well you're mostly dressed. Your innocence is safe," I countered roguishly.
"My chastity, however..." she began in mock protest.
"...is already in tatters, as you said. What is a little more," I said as I entice her to the idea. Looking at her subconsciously licking her lip. I cajoled, holding her gaze as she unconsciously wet her lips.
"Ah, I seem to have found your missing bra," I announced, producing the garment from behind my back.
Her eyes narrowed playfully. "I had a feeling you had it all along."
"Perhaps," I admitted coyly, neither confirming nor denying. "Now, I could keep it as a memento of our fantastic date..." I paused meaningfully, "Or trade it back for a kiss."
"You are utterly incorrigible," she chided, though her body language betrayed her words as she stepped closer, barely registering the bra I dangled. "Well, it seems I have no choice then." A coy smile played across her lips as she played along. "You shall have your kiss, so that I may get properly dressed."
I responded with an exaggerated, melodramatic bow. "Why thank you for your most generous patronage, fair maiden."
She dissolved into a fit of laughter at my overacted antics. The musical peals of her mirth warmed my heart - this remarkable woman's joy was a precious gift.
Once she recovered, she looped her arms around my neck as I sat on the bed's edge. Instinctively, my hands found her ass, pulling her lithe form against me as our foreheads touched. Her intoxicating floral scent enveloped me as I drank in the sight of her sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks, and slightly parted lips...
"Mmmmmmm" she moans as her soft lips touch mine. I couldn't help but give her ass a nice squeeze.
She lets out a small yelp before pushing her body further to mine and tightening her hug. I can feel her soft chest, her beautiful erect nipples pressing against me.
After a while, we parted from our kiss, foreheads still touching. "That...that was exquisite," she breathed, gazing at me with unguarded affection, not retreating from our intimate embrace.
"I love the feeling of your bare skin against mine," I told her honestly.
"It's easy to forget your robust stature," she mused. "Stronger than most knights, even without your Magic. I could readily envision you in full armor, riding with The Hunt."
"Perhaps we'll see that one day. You mentioned Evokers do join the hunt."
"Perhaps..." But her countenance fell into that all too familiar pained expression whenever she envisioned our relationship's seeming inevitable doom.
"What is it?"
A melancholic sigh escaped her lips. "By the time your powers have matured enough for that, all this will be naught but memory. I'll be another man's wife, forced to watch you ride off to war, hiding our cherished moments deep in my heart."
"Nonsense," I countered firmly. "You'll be leading The Hunt, with me ever by your side. And should Lord Jerkoff's sycophantic cousins object, Nana will ensure they meet an...unfortunate accident." I gave her a roguish grin.
"It's Yarkow," she was unable to contain the chuckle from escaping her lips even as she corrected me. The ghost of a smile played across her lips. "A nice dream. Nicer than the one that oft plagues my mind. Perhaps that unshakeable optimism, that bold confidence your dreams will be realized, is part of your allure."
Cupping her face tenderly, I met her gaze with conviction. "I believe the choices we make sculpt our future's path. Just look at us...could you have imagined this embracea mere month ago?"
She shook her head slowly. "No..."
"Exactly. So much can change in the span of a year, let alone three. The future remains unwritten."
Her eyes shone with a glimmer of hope. "I would dearly love to share that beautiful dream, at least for now."
Pulling her close once more, I captured her lips in a searing kiss as she melted against me with a contented moan. Finally breaking apart, I stroked her cheek. "Don't borrow troubles from a future that may never manifest. Live in this moment with me."
A soft smile graced her features. "I...I will try, My Heart."
"That's my girl," I murmured, claiming her lips once more.
After our exchange and a few more lingering kisses, we finally broke from our embrace.
"And now...you've had your kiss. May I have my bra back?" she asked with a coy smile. I was relieved to see her spirits had lifted.
"Sadly, yes. Here you go," I replied, handing her the borrowed garment.
"Thank you, Izuku."
"For the bra?" I quipped.
She gave me a warm smile. "No, for this. All of it. Sarah may think she's toying with us, but I'm happier here with you than I've been in years."
"Hey, if I'd known getting you partially undressed was all it took to make you happy, I'd have tried it sooner," I teased.
Ochaco laughed lightly. "I think it was more the shared dream that did it. And maybe a little hope for a better future. But again, thank you, Izuku."
"Always happy to provide a little topless cheer," I winked.
Before we knew it, darkness had fallen outside. Glancing around, I noticed many residents had already extinguished their lights for the night.
"It's getting late. We should head back before questions arise," Ochaco said pragmatically.
"I'm going to be working a bit later still, but I can walk you back to the dorms if you'd like?"
She shook her head. "No need. It's just down the street. And Mustafu is incredibly safe compared to the Paths. Besides..." she paused meaningfully, "I need some time alone to think."
I nodded in understanding. "Okay, if you insist."
This time, she cupped my face, she drew me into one final, soulful kiss. "Goodnight, My Heart. Thank you for everything."
"Goodnight, Ochaco. Stay safe out there," I responded, cherishing her warmth before we parted ways.
We learned more about the situation at court and Ochaco's heritage along with Mina. Also, some history lessons.
They also resumed Heroics classes, which I'll be covering next chapter. Sandwiching it here would be awkward.
Any feedback you have would be appreciated. It's my first time writing lime. Lemons are yet to come, of course once a certain someone will call Izuku 'Daddy.'
Thanks for reading this chapter!
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