Nuwa removed Zaac's hand from her head. "For a moment there, I thought you would lose it, but now I can trust you." She rolled her eyes away from Zaac. "Zachariah..."

"Call me Zaac."

Nuwa blushed, looking Zaac in the eyes. "Zaac..." she cooed, staring at his body up and down. "Zaac, you've done a great service in comforting me-"

"Aw, shucks."

"But there is more to be done..."

"Oh..."

"I feel my entire life is a book, with many pages outdated and filled with errors. So I want nothing more than to tear a page and take one from you." Nuwa looked at Zaac and placed her hand on his cheek. "I want to gift myself to you, Zaac," she confessed.

"Aren't I a bit… beneath you?"

Nuwa huffed and stood up. She paced slowly in front of Zaac, brushing her hair back and juggling the rampant thoughts in her head. She paused and sighed, lowering her head. "I'm losing touch with my humanity, Zaac… I've been around my people for so long, I-I'm starting to neglect the active bonding of humans. Empathy. Understanding. Emotions. I… I'm losing my way…"

"I've had girlfriends before, Nuwa; I know how important it is for them to have someone to talk to."

"And he isn't here…"

Zaac sighed. "I miss him too…"

Nuwa turned around, facing Zaac. "A Mystic that doesn't understand humanity is... an injustice! An injustice I refuse to carry!" She raised her head, and her golden eyes beamed at Zaac's, almost like staring into a mirror. "With Sarkis gone… you're the only person I trust right now to restore it; that is why I'm here."

"But I'm not Sarkis; I can never be him."

"Then I need you to do your best. I need you to be his tribute. Help me understand humanity and love me; make me feel alive."

"I can't believe we're talking about this again-"

"Aren't I not good enough, Zaac?"

"You're a phenomenal woman, Nuwa." Zaac slouched forward. "I'm the one not good enough..."

"You've always been worthy to me, Zaac; I can't think of a better candidate to do me this personal favour." Nuwa's eyes close. "Please..."

How long has she felt this way? Sex might be all that, but she's my closest friend; I can't risk tampering with our friendship… Zaac wiped his face. "This is a tall request coming from a Mystic, Nuwa."

"I understand."

After a moment of silence, Zaac made his decision. "I'll do it." Zaac sat up, smiling at Nuwa. "I'll love you."

Nuwa's eyes opened, fluttering happily. "You mean it?"

Zaac nodded. "What are friends for?"

"Thank you." Nuwa bowed. "You don't know much much this means to me."

"You're too good of a person to have such woes, but I can-"

Nuwa raised Zaac's head and kissed him. Her eyes closed while his widened, entirely taken by surprise. Moments locked into that deep kiss, Zaac felt time stand still, his heart racing inside his chest.

Before Zaac could register the passion he just witnessed, Nuwa pulled away, giggling like a bad girl. She pushed Zaac onto Piper's bed and removed the golden sash from her thick white ponytail; her beautiful silver hair ran freely over her shoulders.

"Make love to me, Zaac... Love me now!" Nuwa hopped on top of Zaac with her arms stretched out by his shoulders; the lime tips of her hair hung low and tickled his bare skin. "Make me feel like a woman..."

Zaac gently rubbed Nuwa's sides, admiring her perfect figure. "Uhhh… just for the record, I'm not ready for a relationship."

Nuwa loomed over Zaac, staring at him intensely. "That's fine with me."

Nuwa gripped her robes by the shoulder with a fantastic flourish and flung them across the bedroom. Zaac couldn't fathom how she could easily cast it away in her position.

She removed her long silk gloves and little gold crown connected to her little green cat-like hats. They looked like a couple of pointed fezzes, only feline-like and a part of her gold crown. She unhitched a few leather straps on her back and threw her prestigious silk gown into a corner with no regard.

After the joyful stripping, Nuwa placed her lips on Zaac's. Their eyes closed simultaneously, and their breaths were long and sincere; her lips were as soft as anything he had ever felt.

She hugged Zaac's head and neck and fell slightly closer to him. Zaac wrapped his arms around her, and the soft skin of her underbelly rubbed against his. He could feel the gold piercing on Nuwa's belly button.

Their tongues explored the inside of our mouths, going deep as Nuwa caught on fast. Once the kissing stopped, her body retracted back. Next on her list was her white bra.

She slowly took it off to tease Zaac a little so she could enjoy his expressions. She giggled once she had removed it.

She wants my total submission, praise, and admiration, Zaac thought.

Nuwa's skin was flawless and perfect, and her breasts were firm and natural; they jiggled when she showed them off. "Are my breasts to your liking?"

Zaac smiled. "All of you are to my liking." He rubbed Nuwa's thighs, even though her silk stockings were still on; the touch of it all was outstanding. Such craftsmanship...

Nuwa placed his hands on her firm breasts; Zaac couldn't complain as they felt fantastic. She moved his hands in a circular motion and encouraged him to caress her nipples; she had gold piercings with cute tassels.

I breathed. "Oh, sweet Jesus…!"

"Enjoy them while you can, Zaac." Nuwa giggled. "This might be your only chance... although... that silver tongue of yours could change that..."

Zaac chuckled at her light-hearted innuendo; her humanity was showing - as it should be. "Is that a challenge?"

Nuwa grinned. "We shall see…"

Nuwa moved Zaac's hands over his head and traced her tongue around his neck. Taken aback by her sultry nature, Zaac welcomed her flourish of gentle kisses that soon followed.

Once Nuwa made her way closer to Zaac's crotch, she shifted into the perfect position, lowering her head over him. Zaac's body, already tense, was already aroused from her dynamic display earlier.

Nuwa's fingers slipped into Zaac's boxers and took out his rigid member, stroking it. Zaac tried his best to resist, but she hushed him like a child. "Mmmm... you're nice and warm..."

"We shouldn't do this, Nuwa."

Nuwa rubbed and polished Zaac's shaft, still failing to protest. "And why's that, hmmm?"

"Because..." Zaac huffed, struggling to express himself coherently while Nuwa stroked his manhood. "This… feels like a breach of friendship..."

"It's not because I'm a Mystic, is it?" Nuwa tilted her head, pouting like she knew she'd been a naughty girl. Looking like she got caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

Zaac brushed his face, and she was still staring at him. Now, Nuwa was smiling; she knew what she was doing as her hand didn't miss a beat. Zaac sat up, resting on his elbows.

[Perception 7] "Something else troubling you, isn't there?" Zaac bravely asked.

[Success] "I... Well..." Nuwa sighed; her hand movement ceased to stimulate. "You gave me the inspiration I sorely needed, even if it was from someone outside of my circle. Hence why I'm rewarding you in a way humans are familiar with-"

[Speech 90] "Yes, your humanity. I must say such a tricky thing to recollect after years of service, but it's not just that, is it?"

[Success] Nuwa sighed again, withdrawing her hands. She paused to compose herself if not overly judging herself in silence. "Here I am, the barest I've ever been in male company, and... even I can't make you twitch... a mortal, no less..." Her eyes lowered. "I apologise; I've... overstepped my boundaries."

"No, don't say that." Zaac hurried to the side of Piper's bed. "This is good. We're two friends trying to solve your problem; you don't have to solicit yourself."

"Can you see why I came here...? Colleagues don't make the best of friends, even if we're meant to work together..." Zaac stood up and offered Nuwa his hand; she kept her eyes low. "I'm sorry... I... I haven't been entirely honest with you, and-"

Zaac put his hand on Nuwa's shoulder, cutting off her urge to apologise. "No, I'm sorry... You came here for Sarkis, not me."

Nuwa's shoulders sagged a little but graced Zaac with her full attention. Her glare was focused, yet her golden eyes remained flustered, ready to burst. "Tis true. I embarked on a journey to find gold, yet I had to settle for copper. No offence."

Zaac snickered. "None taken. Compared to Sarkis, I could've done much worse as a comparison."

Nuwa finally smiled, even if it was a bit forced. "Could you blame him? He would've made an excellent Mystic."

When tears ran down Nuwa's cheeks, she buried her face into Zaac's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, almost muffling her soft sobs. Feeling someone so powerful cry in his arms like a lovestruck teen twisted his guts. He understood that feeling of loss all too well.

"He was so... perfect..."

[Perception 9] "You loved him, didn't you?"

[Success] Nuwa murmured into Zaac's chest. "So balanced with the light and the dark, the optimism he shared for life and death was truly inspiring, even for..."

"Someone you could never have..."

Nuwa murmured again, looking back at Zaac, only with more confidence. "We... were from two different worlds... I wanted him, but it was never meant to be..."

"It was only fair I give you a moment to be honest with yourself and me. I know what it's like to lose someone you love... To never get a chance..."

Nuwa pulled away and raised her hand. "Say no more; I understand fully." She wiped her face clean of any sadness, perking up quickly. "I was... comfortable knowing Sarkis' fate; I can deal with that monumental loss... but you had to press on. Why?"

Zaac genuinely smiled, hoping to vent some positivity. "I couldn't let you do something you'd regret. Sleeping with me when your heart or mind isn't in the right place would only hurt our friendship."

Nuwa folded her arms. "I know friends are harder to come by these days... suppose you did an admirable job of reminding me of that."

Zaac blushed, happily knowing that some positive vibes rubbed off on her. "I try."

"Were you always this critical? I practically had you in the palm of my hands..."

"Well, I couldn't pretend to be someone I'm not; it's unfair." Zaac gestured, almost shrugging. "It's not like sleeping with me would bring Sarkis back."

Nuwa kissed Zaac. When he felt her arms around him, the urge to embrace her was back in full force. "You're the best of his broth, Zaac..."

"I wish I were... as balanced as him, but that's not who I am; we're different people. Before he shaped a new identity from me, I already knew what kind of man I wanted to be, and, in time, so did he."

Nuwa rubbed Zaac's bare chest. "Nice to see you've still got the lion's share regarding character and maturity."

"Not the best trade deal in the world, but it's fair enough; we did borrow more than we should from each other."

"Was it a healthy relationship?" Nuwa rubbed Zaac lower and lower.

"Absolutely. We were different sides of the same coin..." Zaac felt Nuwa's hand back around his rock-hard member; it never faltered. "You're still going through with this, aren't you?"

"That I must."

"Even me?"

Nuwa chewed her words carefully. "I admit, I've stretched my intentions coming here, considering you're not the person I wanted to see. However, it is of no consequence that you are here in Sarkis' place. You are my friend, Zaac, and you've eased my woes just as well; you share his charm..."

Zaac took a short breath. "It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you... while you're all... torn up like this."

"I might have misled you here or there, but we were civil enough to talk it out." Nuwa smiled, still polishing Zaac's shaft.

Zaac was getting a little breathless. "We had to... There was... a lot to unpack..."

"I don't see any further reason why we shouldn't consummate, my dear Zaac... We're two healthy adults with time on our hands; perhaps now's a good time as ever..."

"Just promise me... that this is what you want..."

Nuwa pulled Zaac's head down into a kiss, and he wrapped his arms around her again. "It is... I want you to be my first..."

She's a virgin...? Zaac thought.

Before reacting, Nuwa got down on her knees and focused on Zaac's erect manhood. He couldn't stop her; just hearing her craving him to be her first dazzled him. The honour was too great for him to handle.

Nuwa moved quickly; she started licking slowly up Zaac's shaft like a popsicle. Her tongue swirled around the tip and then licked down again. Her mouth was closed over his cock, sucking hard and slow. Her hands wrapped around the base and balls; her mouth was sucking in rhythm.

Zaac couldn't breathe. For someone so mighty to be on her knees to suck him off was overwhelming, both in ego and pride. Nuwa felt as good as any woman he ever had shared a relationship with, and she was more than convincing enough.

He grew to enjoy her company as more than a friend…

"Hot damn… You're fantastic..."

"I can take it..." Nuwa gulped, suckling me harder.

"Wow... when your throat tightens…" Zaac breathed. "Incredible..."

Nuwa pulled away; her cheeks went all rosy. "Y-You're a little bigger than I thought..." She stroked the shaft and resumed bobbing her head, happy the length was all she hoped. "Mmgh, mmmm nnnnh!" She moaned blissfully.

Zaac groaned. "You flatter me…" He brushed Nuwa's hair.

"Ngohh…?!" Nuwa paused to breathe. "Did you get bigger in my mouth?" She sucked further down, really pushing herself. "Nnnh, nnnhh?!"

"This… This is not normal…"

Nuwa snickered.

"Where did you learn this…?"

Nuwa slurped her lips off Zaac's rigid member and rubbed him down to keep him riled up. "Wouldn't you like to know…?" She grinned. "I studied what women do to please their mates occasionally." Then, finally, she kissed the head." Suffice to say, I'm glad I'm trying it for myself now that I'm ready."

"You watch people while they... have sex...?"

"Humans require more supervision than one might think, Zaac... Although, I do like to watch out of curiosity sometimes..."

"Huh..." Zaac shrugged. "That would make you some sort of closet pervert..."

"A woman has to... occupy herself sometimes..." Nuwa winked.

"Could I... perhaps-"

"You'll get your turn soon enough..."

After resuming her pace, Nuwa bobbed her head faster and harder on Zaac's cock; her lips wrapped tight. He was tensing, almost reaching his climax, and she could feel it. Nuwa sucked harder while massaging his balls.

Again, Nuwa paused to breathe. "Zaac… h- oh, my God..." She carried on bobbing her head, murmuring in a pleasant tone.

Zaac huffed, stroking her hair. "You're so beautiful, Nuwa... So full of admiration..."

Nuwa murmured, pulling Zaac's length out of her mouth. She licked her moist lips dry, really savouring the moment. "Your aroma is... intoxicating!"

Zaac puffed his chest. "I'm glad you think so; I try to care for myself despite being alone."

Nuwa rubbed Zaac's shaft, only stopping to caress it with gentle kisses. "You certainly have a reputation to live up to, being a desirable male on this miserable planet..." She smiled.

Nuwa put his rigid member back into her mouth. Her breathing was heavier, and her eyes closed. Zaac's head soared above the clouds; he couldn't think straight, with Nuwa sucking the very life out of him.

"I'm so... breathless... the inside of my head is... static…"

Nuwa hummed in agreement.

The saliva in Nuwa's mouth saturated Zaac's cock in warm juices. Every time her gums compressed, he ached. He brushed her hair back and rested his hand on her head. "Let me shake things up a bit..."

Nuwa raised her brow. "Hmmpth?"

Pressing forward, Zaac brought Nuwa's head closer; her mouth took all of his cock. She gagged and gulped while he wore her mouth like a tight Asian glove; the sweet sucking sounds were delightful to his ears. Knowing he broke from her control in one fell swoop smelt like victory, even if short-lived.

Nuwa reacted quickly and adjusted to Zaac's thrusting. He wasn't too fast for her; she took it well, and her moans relished the good throat-fucking. The back of her throat was warmer than her lips, almost like a furnace. She gripped Zaac's waist, bracing the impact.

Zaac couldn't take it anymore; the warm saliva, sucking sounds and suction was too much.

Finally, after ten minutes in heaven, Zaac exploded in the back of Nuwa's mouth. She choked a bit when she drank down his warm loads and soon sputtered when more and more erupted from her nose.

After Nuwa slid Zaac's cock out of her tired lips, she gasped for air. It was a bold move, but she didn't mind. Looking Zaac in the eye, she smiled and licked his manhood clean from head to balls like she was starving.

They both giggled, enjoying the absurdity of it all. Zaac could feel the love coming back to him, and Nuwa had a big smile on her face. It was just like a friendly competition.

"That was extraordinary!" Nuwa breathed. "Your love cocktail is to die for."

"And you're still as nimble as ever."

"I hope you're satisfied, Zaac, because it's my turn." Nuwa stood up, looking all peppy.

"Oh, that's how we're playing it, huh?" Zaac said jokingly, "In turns?"

Nuwa nodded.

"Did I rise to the occasion?"

Nuwa gritted her teeth. "Very commendable, but a draw nonetheless."

That's quite a compliment, considering her competitive nature. "I can do better than that."

"You can, but not now; you've had your fun..." Nuwa groped her breasts, biting her lip, clearly suggesting something.

Zaac shuddered. Seeing Nuwa grope her soft globes made him feel rejuvenated. "Oh, now you're just teasing..." He approached her, but she brushed his arms away. Instead, she wagged her finger.

"If you think you're having your way with me, then you are wrong."