A/N: About time I did an Acheron lewd~

Do enjoy~

Satiation

The unsheathing of one's sword was almost always a sign of battle – be it a battle within the self, a battle against a practise dummy, or a battle against a mortal foe.

Acheron had indulged in all three in the past – and nowadays she only ever needed to draw it for the latter. Her war with herself was concluded as far as she was concerned and exposing herself to the hurt and the pain of the past did nothing but worsen her mental stability, whilst she also had no need to 'train' against a target dummy. As such the only times she ever drew her blade and summoned the full strength of her being, it was against a mortal foe.

Or so it should be. Because even though her sword remained sheathed Acheron felt herself slipping into that secondary, truer state. Her body felt colder and colder as she neared the transformation before the process inverted, returning her to her normal state. Every time the process began though she could feel the torrent of memories and experiences flood back into her; memories dulled by the Nihility but made razor-sharp by their sudden onset. Days of war, death, loss and grief, all culminating into an invisible blade to stab at her heart. All whilst her hair bled white and her eyes diluted to red, the changes coming against her will.

Perhaps as a result of her current state, sleep was sparse and her restlessness was at an all time high. Unable to sleep and feeling quite irritable, Acheron found herself indulging in one of the few ways she found helped this sudden 'condition'.

''Mn... nnh... mm- haah...''

Her fingers pressed in, curling and pushing against a particular spot deep inside of herself; her expression tightening before a breathy exhale expelled itself past her lips. Her lips pursed to contain the next but it slipped out all the same, her unfocused eyes staring at nothing as she relived old memories – days when she sought to feel something, anything, and found some solace in the physical pleasure. A pleasure that the Nihility had steadily taken away from her, much like her sense of taste.

Acheron bit her lip; three fingers jamming between her folds earnestly and making her loins ache, but it just wasn't enough. No matter how deep her fingers reached or how she moved them it only simmered her up halfway; enough to get her wet but not enough to make her anywhere near orgasm. It was frustrating beyond words and she changed positions more than a few times, trying to stimulate herself enough to eke out at least one meagre climax, but no, her body refused.

The first time she'd masturbated in months, if not over a year, and she couldn't even orgasm. It was maddening.

Hissing Acheron pulled her hand out, panting and staring at her sticky fingers as she spread them apart; the digits glistening with her nectar. ''Dammit...''

Masturbation was a no-go, it seemed. Perhaps the Nihility had finally stolen that pleasure from her too. With how dulled her mind had become as of the last few years she wasn't surprised; given time, she'd lose all interest in the mortal realm unless she found something to keep her going. Duty helped in that regard, but duty only carried you so far. Even now the burden of being an unofficial ferryman was starting to wear on her, though she banished the thought as quickly as it came. She would continue the duty until she could no longer... even if her humanity wailed for something more, for something to wake her from this dull routine.

'Though I suppose Penacony has been that.' Acheron noted almost absentmindedly as she rose from the Dreampool, the water on her naked form dribbling off easily – less like actual water and more like a loose gel, oddly enough. Made redressing easy at least.

Though she made a mental note to not fall asleep when in said Dreampool. Relaxing in it was fun, but she had no intentions of waking up in the Dreamscape naked, thank you very much.

Pulling her clothes back on her hand drifted towards her crotch, fingers grazing her sex before she stopped – reminding herself of the futility of it. She'd just have to find another way to satisfy herself, to ease her mind and let the transformation subside. Last thing she wanted was to do something unwise in front of The Family and give them ammunition to use against her.

It was then a familiar face appeared in her mind, one that made her heart skip a beat. 'Caelus...'

Would he help her? Sure he considered her a friend, but such a request would probably be... embarrassing, to say the least.

But as her loins ached for relief and she felt another wave of coldness overcome her, the dark claws of the Nihility sinking in, she decided it was worth a try.

X-x-X

While resting in his hotel room, the last thing Caelus expected was a knock at his hotel door.

Calling out a light 'coming!' the grey-haired Trailblazer arose from his seat and made his way over to the door, slowing long enough to peek through the peephole lest there be a meme waiting for him on the other side – only to be surprised by the sight of Acheron waiting on the other side, her gaze averted as she looked about the corridor.

Undoing the lock Caelus tugged the door open wide. ''Acheron? What's uh... what's up?''

''Apologies for disturbing you at this hour.'' The Emanator stated, and to his surprise she looked rather bashful about it. ''I require your assistance with something... personal. If you're willing to help me, that is.''

''Of course I will. C'mon in.'' At his gesture the swordswoman obliged, her murmured thanks preceding her entry.

His room wasn't anything grand, much like every other room if he was to guess, though Acheron looked about with idle interest all the same. Caelus didn't mind and plopped himself down on the couch, beckoning Acheron to join him. She obliged though he noticed she seemed somewhat hesitant, her brow furrowed and her attention more on the interior than she was him – which, considering how direct Acheron was in the past, seemed odd.

He shook off such worries though. ''So! What did you-''

''Have sex with me.''

…

''...eh?''

Acheron sighed, though the pink flush to her cheeks told it wasn't a joke. ''To keep it brief, I've been suffering from restlessness due to my ties with the Nihility. One of the ways I used to de-stress was... unwinding by myself, however that doesn't seem to work any longer. Thus, I was hoping you'd... help me out.''

She ended on an awkward note, eyes pointedly not meeting his own. Caelus smiled sheepishly and scratched his neck, looking about as if the walls would give him an appropriate answer – but even as he debated it he knew it was less a question of whether he wanted to and whether he should. Because quite frankly Acheron was a bombshell of a woman that had caught his eye the day they met, and the fact she was outright asking him to have sex with her was the sort of things dreams were made of. To the point he had to wonder whether this was all still part of Ena's dream.

''...why are you pinching yourself?'' Acheron murmured, tilting her head.

Caelus coughed and waved off her query. ''Haha, no reason but um... you sure?''

''Yeah. Don't see why not.'' She shrugged lightly, peeking over at him. ''...if you're fine with it, that is.''

Caelus was. Though it was sudden the idea of casually doing it was enthralling in a way few things were; a sudden spice to the monotony the last few days had become. It was with that sentiment in mind that he shifted closer to her, his thigh bumping against Acheron's own and drawing her eyes onto him – a brief quiet hanging between them before Acheron took the final leap; her hand coming to cup his cheek and pulling him in.

And then they were kissing. It was neither romantic nor impassioned, more awkward than anything else, but after a few moments Caelus eased into it more – figuring out how to fit his lips with hers and relishing how smooth they felt against his own. Acheron drew back for a breath but he cupped her nape, pulling her back in just as quick and allowing their meshing lips to quieten her hum, her eyes gently shutting as she reciprocated.

The soft smooches rung out in the quiet, encouraging him to lay his hand on her thigh and rub it. She hummed her assent and deepened the kiss, her lips pressing against his with a bit more vigour, a bit more intensity. Caelus replied in kind and let his hand wander further up, tracing her slim waist up further – until his hand landed on her breast, squeezing. The material stopped him from getting too good a grope but just doing something so audacious fed his budding arousal, and judging by her shaky breath, it did hers too.

''...mm, here, let me...'' Acheron murmured against his lips, brushing her own hand down his front.

She grasped at his belt and he understood what she wanted to do, his cheeks burning but a quick nod encouraging her other hand over; his belt coming loose within a few seconds and his zipper coming down, allowing his slowly-hardening cock to pop out of his boxers. Acheron just hummed at the sight, her fingers curling around his erect shaft and stroking it slowly; the sensation made lewder by her fingerless gloves, her palm silky as she worked him up.

The fact she had to lean his way slightly also gave him a better look at her cleavage, reminding him then and there of how busty Acheron was. She noticed his stare and her cheeks darkened, but not a word of complaint escaped her even as he groped her chest more avidly; squishing her ample breast as best as her clothes would allow him to. A thought that tempted his other hand up her back, toying with the neck piece of her outfit and making Acheron shiver.

''Hey, can you...'' He trailed off, bashful.

A sentiment shared by Acheron. ''Yeah, sure. Just... close your eyes for a second.''

Caelus obliged. The hand stroking his cock slowed then retreated altogether, but the sound of cloth coming loose ailed any complains he had – listening intently to how it hissed over her bare skin or clicked undone, one by one, until soon all fell quiet once more.

''...you can look now...'' Came Acheron's embarrassed comment.

Opening his eyes Caelus was immediately treated to the sight of a topless Acheron; her clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor and leaving nothing to hide her ample bosom. Despite her expression remaining mostly neutral the deep red blush told him that yes, she did in fact still feel embarrassment despite how calm and collected she was. He didn't doubt his face was just as red but couldn't help but look, admiring everything from her flat tummy to her ample bust to her slender shoulders; every part of her attractive beyond words.

Caelus was stirred from his daze as Acheron leaned back in, lips making contact with his and her nimble fingers gripping his cock once more – pumping it with a vigour that left him groaning. Whether due to past experiences or perhaps how often she wielded swords she knew how to work a shaft, her hand pumping at just the right tempo to make him buck his hips on reflex alone, her warm hand providing more relief than his own ever could.

''Mn... Acher- hng...''

Acheron pulled back from the kiss with faint smile, her eyes leaving his quickly as she instead shifted further back on the couch; allowing her to lean down with her head on his lap. Her ample breasts squished against his left thigh and her warm lips grazed his tip, serving as the only warning before the purple-haired beauty took it between her lips – instantly coaxing a moan out of Caelus as he felt his cock be caught in her hot, humid mouth, her lips grazing further down his cock.

The muffled hum Acheron made preluded the suck back up to the tip, followed by the smooth descent back down – her head bobbing steadily and sucking him off without hesitation. Caelus hissed and leaned back into the seat just to give her some room but his eyes didn't leave her for a moment; hell just watching her bob her head into his crotch was hot enough, but to feel his dick be caught between her smooth lips, to have her tongue slither over the side of his cock as it went in deeper, to have her hot breath tickle and tease his shaft; it was heaven.

''Mn, ah... shi- mn~'' Caelus groaned out and weaved his fingers through her hair; right hand compelling her down deeper.

Acheron obliged, her muffled hum tickling his cock with the vibrations before she took him in deeper, nearly his entire length caught between her lips. Pleasure shook through his form and took his breath away, his mind devoid of anything that didn't involve Acheron in that moment – soaking in her topless form as she sucked him off, his eyes tracing her toned back as his fingers ran along it, soon sliding around to grope at her breasts, just copping a feel as she worked his dick.

Tilting his head back he gazed aimlessly across the room, her blowjob somehow feeling even hotter when her head was just in his periphery – a bobbing head of purple descending down and guiding his cock in her warm mouth. Spit lubed the shaft as she worked and soon enough her sucks turned into slurps, the sticky noises sending shivers up his spine. It made him push her head down more insistently, a groan escaping the young man as she very nearly deep-throated him, her nose against the fabric of his pants as she took as much of his cock between her lips as possible.

Until the tip went down her throat. Rather than gag though Acheron continued to throat him without even a grunt of discomfort; seamlessly guiding him in and letting him sample the lurid heat at the back of her throat, the muscles there clenching around his tip. It took his breath away and shudder; pleasure stealing his voice and leaving him breathlessly rasping as she serviced him faster, her slurps hastening as if sensing his building orgasm and giving him no chance to calm down from it, blowing him even as he gasped her name and pushed her down clumsily-!

''Mn-!''

And then he came. His orgasm struck suddenly and explosively, his mind purged white as he blew his load between Acheron's lips – throb after throb of his cock delivering his cum down her throat. Acheron kept her lips pursed just under the tip and jerked off the shaft, unheeding of his gasp as she studiously coaxed out all his cum, looking him in the eye even as she deliberately milked him; her quiet gulps faintly audible but enthralling him all the same.

Little by little his orgasm waned until it collapsed altogether; ceasing and coaxing a moan out of him in the process. Only then did Acheron pop her lips off of his dick, panting a little but otherwise unphased by the amazing head she'd just given, a quick wipe of her lips cleaning them of the spit previously lubing them. However even as he panted and caught his breath his dick remained rock-hard... in part, perhaps, because he had a bombshell of a woman sat next to him.

''Caelus...'' Acheron's breathy call made him shiver, doubly so as she unbuttoned her shorts.

Still catching his breath the Trailblazer watched as Acheron awkwardly shimmied them off of her hips, exposing the black panties she wore underneath – panties that too came down, revealing her damp sex. With a grunt Acheron kicked them off and shifted closer to him, one leg swinging over his lap and leaving her straddling him, her heavy breaths telling of how needy she was right now – tempting his own hand between her legs, stroking her sticky sex.

Acheron shuddered mightily, her moan deep and husky. He relished it, teasing her pussy a little more even as Acheron tugged on his dick, getting him rock-hard for her – and only when she shifted into position did he let his hand fall aside, full attention on their loins as she lined herself up, his sensitive tip rubbing along her nether lips until she lowered herself down, his tip teasing her opening.

''Hng- ahh...''

And then he was inside of her. The tip slid in first and the shaft quickly followed as Acheron impaled herself down onto him, her insides hot and sticky and oh so delightful. It took all he had not to moan in utter bliss, his heightened sensitivity only further frying his mind – and all thoughts ceased as Acheron yanked him into a kiss, their mashing lips doing a good job of blanking his mind, as was the tongue that ruthlessly invaded his mouth.

By the time they drew apart their tongues were sticky with each other's spit, a thin string hanging between them before snapping of it own volition. Acheron leaned back a bit, just enough that he could look down her naked front – glimpsing her sex as she eased herself down onto him, moaning with the Emanator as his cock was clenched by her insides. His mind was a jumbled mess and he felt like he needed a moment to think, a moment to register everything, but this pleasurable confusion was just as entrancing.

''Hng, f-fuck...'' Acheron's husky curse made him shiver, tempting his right hand up to her breast – a quick grope making her groan.

She leaned into his palm, her bare boob filling his and her lips soon mashing against his own – their mutual groans contained by the kiss as she bounced onto his cock, her unsteady motions gaining rhythm quickly. Caelus relished every moment of it, his hands gliding down to grab her ass – helping yank the busty beauty up before she dropped down onto his dick, her wet loins seizing around his girth and clenching him tight, sapping the air from his lungs.

Sense was quickly fleeing his mind and all he could think about was Acheron as her weight fell upon his lap, her nether lips grazing his shaft as he seamlessly entered her over and over again, his hips bucking up in a string of rough thrusts, matching her tempo – when on a whim he grabbed her hips and flipped them over. Unprepared for the sudden position change Acheron could only grunt in surprise, her purple eyes finding his just as he pushed her down onto the couch, now left on top of the busty swordswoman.

''My turn.'' Caelus grinned.

Acheron blushed but didn't resist, her acquiescent murmured as he raised her thighs – and a fresh moan escaped her as he began to fuck her. With fingers gripping the back of her thighs the Trailblazer mating pressed Acheron into the couch and slammed into her, lust stripping him of his remaining sensibilities and leaving him little more than a beast in heat, his body crashing against the Emanator's own as he fucked the nihilism out of her.

An act that earned him a grateful moan in return, her loins squeezing him tight as he stuffed her with his cock – grazing parts her own fingers could never reach and granting her the relief she so desperately craved, her moans rising and becoming breathless as he pressed her into the cushions. Her fingers were quick to latch onto his nape and drag him down to her level, their mashing lips doing a poor job of muffling their moans, least of all with how often their lips jolted apart before they reunited; his cock stirring up her pussy with every rapid thrust.

''Caelus, yes...!'' Acheron gasped, breathing tight. ''Don't stop now...!''

There was a rough, almost desperate undertone to her words that aroused Caelus more than anything; the open need in Acheron's eyes so expressive he sought to see it more, his hips slamming forth and fucking a cry out of the busty woman. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she pulled him in close, their ragged breaths shared but their lips not meeting with how quickly he was moving, his mind torn between her tight expression or her even tighter pussy – the slick depths of her loins coaxing his hips forth all the more, the friction triggering some primal pleasure in his mind.

He couldn't think straight because of it; all logic leaving his mind as he hilted in her, his body crashing down into hers and his hands catching the edge of the couch, her legs remaining held in his grip as he bent them over her – watching her legs tense and twitch as he went balls-deep in her. Even without her legs locking around his waist though the prospect of pulling out was absent from his mind, his mind and soul compelling him to keep slamming into Acheron even as dire need soared up his cock, his breathing tight and her moans sharp-!

-and then at last Caelus climaxed, busting his load – and with a sharp gasp Acheron climaxed with him. The high note she reached was almost startling but he just held her thighs all the tighter; pressing himself down into the swordswoman and shamelessly cumming inside of her – every potent throb of his cock delivering another helping of seed into her depths, aided by her clenching, tightening cunt.

His orgasm shuddered and spasmed through him, made it impossible to breathe let alone think – and then all at once abated. Caelus exhaled harshly and pulled out in a single buck, his dick glistening with their mixed fluids even as he stumbled back and sat on the table, panting for breath as he watched Acheron slump against the couch, equally as winded.

However despite their orgasms Acheron sat upright and brushed some hair from her face, her eyes locked solely onto him.

And from her lips came a single, breathy request.

''Again.''

X-x-X

''M-Mmph~!''

Acheron's moan was quenched as his lips mashed with hers, her back shoved up against the hotel wall and his hands gripping the back of her thighs, holding her up. After only a second the swordswoman locked her legs around his waist, heels crossing and yanking him deep into her, forcing his thrusts to be faster.

He complied with her unspoken want all the same, moans both tight and liberal spilling from his lips as he pounded the purple-haired woman. The need to breathe forced their mouths apart and in that brief moment he looked down between their bodies, loving the way her boobs jiggled from his ferocious fucking – right before he pressed himself up against her, squashing her tits against his now-bare chest. Acheron groaned at the feeling and raked her nails down his back, drawing lines too shallow to draw blood but certainly deep enough to sting.

That sting though just made him pound the Emanator all the more, their lips reconnecting in a messy kiss. It did little to distract him from the slick tightness that swallowed his cock; every eager thrust burying him in her tunnel and leaving him bereft of thought, such was the stimulating tightness that pressed down on his length. The way her thighs pressed into his hips, the warmth of her skin against his own, the wetness he slid his dick into.

All of it was just mind-melting, his cock kissing her depths – until soon he blew his load.

Cumming in Acheron for the second time that night.

X-x-X

''Nn! Yes, like that...''

''Didn't know you were a masochist...''

''Quiet.''

Caelus complied, only a wordless groan escaping him as he pumped into the naked beauty from behind – his eyes on her glorious ass as he filled her pussy. Releasing her right hip he brought his hand back down in a lewd smack, coaxing a husky groan out of his partner, one that drawled out as he got rougher with his pace. Bent over on all fours as she was his cock sunk into Acheron just right to make her melt, her fingers clutching at the edge of the couch.

It just made Caelus pound away at her all the more; his groin impacting her ass with enough force to quality as a spank in and of itself. His hand came back down all the same, the satisfying slap of flesh followed by Acheron's submissive moan, her relief audible as he edged her with each slap – making her feel something for once. It was that sentiment that made him grab her hips with both hands and go to town on her, ignoring the fatigue in his hips and slotting himself into her tight, clenching vice.

''H-Haah! Yes! That- nng!'' Acheron bowed her head, fingers digging into the carpet. ''Caelus-!''

One thrust proved too many for the Emanator, and with a hot exhale she climaxed, shudders spasming through her body and her squirt staining the floor under her.

X-x-X

''Yes, right there...''

''I'm gonna cum soon...''

''It's fine just, give me a bit more.''

Caelus groaned his agreement, his mind foggy from numerous orgasms and his body aching with fatigue. Yet despite that he still retained enough strength to plough Acheron in the Dreampool, their bodies completely nude as he did her missionary style – her legs open wide as he thrust into her, the strange water sloshing from his vigorous motions. If anything the sloshing sounds fuelled his arousal, his hips bucking and thrusting with growing haste; driving him into her depths with groans abound.

Fatigue ached at his body and slowed him down but lust kept him moving; shoving his dick deep into Acheron's pussy, numerous creampies rendering her insides slick with his semen. The implications of getting her pregnant were entirely lost on Caelus in that moment, maddened by her beauty as their lips reconnected in another kiss, doing little to quell their moans as he made raw love to her.

Aching need spiralled up his cock though, fuelled by his bucking hips as he drilled into her – the rough slosh of liquid joined by Acheron's husky moans, her voice rising in pitch as he fucked her closer to orgasm, her insides clenching around him and amplifying his own pleasure. Thinking was beyond him and all he could do was bury his face in her neck, his groan tight and his balls tighter-!

When with an explosive moan of relief he nutted in her, emptying his balls and pumping his seed deep into the Emanator. She quaked with him, her orgasm gentler than those before it but no less satisfying, her arms wrapping around him as they relished their union one last time.

Until with a moan Caelus collapsed atop her, panting and gasping for breath. ''Damn... that was, what... eight?''

''Nine I think.'' Acheron grunted back, her wet fingers running up through his hair. ''Thank you, once again...''

''It's fine, just, gimme a second...'' He panted out and nuzzled her shoulder, catching his breath...

...and within the minute he fell asleep, limp dick sliding out of her.

Acheron smiled fondly and made no move to wake him, simply basking in his embrace as she felt sleep finally call to her, her sexual needs satisfied at last. And so with her fondly-held friend in her arms Acheron drifted off to sleep, the Dreampool serving well enough as a bed.

Small mercies that it wouldn't activate if two or more people were inside of it – that'd be an embarrassing way to wake up in the Dreamscape...

[END]

A/N: Oh also, there'll be a surprise Yanqing x Yunli fic tomorrow, so look out for that~