I got inspiration from the song "Morning Sex" by Ralph Castelli. Music influences a lot of what I write, actually.
Here we go!
- ML
P.S.: I said in an earlier chapter that the isolation punishment was discontinued. I am here to tell you that the author is a forgetful imbecile. Angelic out.
Chapter Twelve: March, Part Two
March 8, X793, 02:31 a.m.
Jackal was used to the habit of either getting no sleep or waking up at multiple odd hours of the night. On this particular night, he had awoken from a drug induced slumber back in his own cell. The room was still spinning in his night vision. It was unnerving watching darkness of all things spiral ever so slowly. The pitiful window close to the ceiling contributed little to the lighting. Outside, Black Qora continued to blanket the world in darkness. The moon was a lightbulb struggling to light up the sky.
Right, it's still fucking March, he grumbled to himself. Warm, freezing, hot, lukewarm; this was one hell of an indecisive winter. False spring. Whatever. Jackal stared at the empty ceiling as it swam in his vision. His whole body felt so warm and cozy underneath his blankets. Every fiber and thread felt like the touch of a deity! Sleeping the mystery drug off was not enough, clearly.
The last thing he remembered was finding out that Minerva had gone missing only a week after he, Tempesta, and Lamy were isolated. Whatever came over him to become so enraged looked like a completely separate specimen from himself. Jackal managed to break a metal chair nearly to pieces in a fit of anger. The blonde demon felt the pit in his stomach ache for the loss of his close friend. A part of him still owed Minerva his life for hopelessly watching hers get taken by force. No one blames him. He knows the existence of that unborn child is not his fault. But as a witness, he felt obligated to protect her. And yesterday—whatever the hell the day was—he spiraled into a meltdown and got knocked out for yet another failure. What else was new?
Jackal turned over to his side, facing the bed opposite from him. The pleasant sensation of the high was beginning to wear off, replaced with guilt and overwhelming sadness. He certainly no longer felt worthy of the "uncle" title. He was too unstable.
Jackal narrowed his eye in confusion, noticing Lamy lying down on the bed across the cell. Her eyes were closed, but her breaths sounded off, almost panting. Her hands clutched the pillows her head rested on, muffling her voice. Her back was arched, pushing her chest out more. Her dull colored pants were missing as well, adding to Jackal's confusion. He also noticed a left arm underneath her with its hand under her shirt.
Jackal carefully grabbed his tail from swishing to and fro, keeping his body in his usual fetal position. He knew his girlfriend was not in pain, thankfully. She smelled kind of nice, she always did. But then, she peeked her visible eye open. It widened in surprise, but Tempesta covered her eye with his free right hand, shushing her gently. He kept that hand over the bunny demon's eye for a moment, murmuring, "Keep them shut."
After that, he removed his hand to caress her waist and hip.
"You're so docile, Lamy. I like this side of you," the snow haired demon purred softly. Lamy hummed something in response. Tempesta's other hand groped her small breasts one at a time, sometimes massaging and teasing her soft pale nipples. The memory of his fingertips on that same skin was forever burned into Jackal's memory. The curves and edges of her body were soft and divine. It was torture to watch!
Can't they tell I'm trying to mope peacefully?!
Tempesta's other hand slipped between her thighs, lifting her outer leg slowly. The blonde demon tensed up, the aroma of her arousal stronger.
I'm gonna kill that bastard, he growled to himself. Lamy had to suppress a squeak of embarrassment when Jackal let his frustration be heard.
"We can stop right now if you open your eyes," Tempesta whispered with a smirk. Lamy shook her head in protest. He allowed her to lie on her back, propping himself up on his elbow. His frizzy braids covered most of his face. He raised his right-eyed gaze to Jackal. A cynical smile crept across the snow haired demon's face as he held a finger to his lips. Jackal glared at him, mouthing, "Fuck. You." Tempesta tittered softly, flipping him off with that same hand.
Now I REALLY want to beat him...
Jackal swallowed dryly, flushed, hot, and absolutely fucking bothered at the sight and smell of his aroused girlfriend. His inner right hand cupped the growing boner between his legs. He still held his tail firmly with the other hand.
"Don't look," Tempesta muttered to the bunny demon again. Jackal could hear the arousal in his voice alone. He wondered if Lamy knew she was being watched by now. He hated to admit how much the thought actually turned him on. Lamy kept her face toward her pillows. Brown fingers traced up and down the folds of her vulva over her underwear. Lamy curled her toes and pushed her hips out as he rubbed her clit.
"Mmh!" she whimpered.
Jackal licked his lips, daydreaming about what he wanted to eat in that moment. The hunger he felt was obviously not for real food.
That's it! Jackal sat up in bed, catching Tempesta by surprise.
"I will not stand for this," Jackal grunted. Lamy jolted out of her aroused headspace, closing her legs. The panic in her eyes made Jackal hesitate.
"I-it's n-n-not, I mean—"
"Calm yourself, woman," Tempesta chuckled, grasping her shoulder. "Poor kitty's just feeling left out."
"Yeah, well-!" Jackal opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, flattening his ears. It was the truth. What else could he say? Instead, Jackal got out of bed, standing in front of their with his arms crossed. His flushed expression was soon replaced with a stern look.
"This is a new development," he said. Lamy chuckled nervously, blushing red.
"Y-yeah, this is... he kind of did it, erm, out of my sleep," she mumbled. Jackal raised a brow with a cocked head. The bunny demon looked guilty, it almost made him grin like a maniac.
"Bull shit."
"It's true, she's just shy," Tempesta replied. "I bet she wasn't this shy with you. Isn't that right, Lamy?"
"W-well, not really," she answered. Jackal snickered at her closed off demeanor. He sat on his knees on the floor, facing their bed side. Whatever he stressed about before, he could worry about it in the morning.
"No point in acting shy now, it's just you, me, and the snow haired queer."
"It wasn't that long ago that you were a damsel in my arms, cozier than a gay duckling," Tempesta recounted with soft laughter. Jackal gritted his teeth, punching the brown demon's leg.
"Shut up, that was your fault!"
"Don't be a baby, you're just as soft as Lamy."
"How about a soft knuckle sandwich to your soft face?"
"Don't threaten me with a good time!"
Lamy chuckled as she watched the two bicker. At some point, Jackal hissed at Tempesta. Lamy snorted with laughter. Jackal's face flushed red, his mouth open in shock at what he did.
"S-stop fucking laughing!" the blonde demon whinged. Tempesta cackled while pointing as his tail, which fluffed out to twice its size.
"AH HAHA!" he laughed, covering his mouth. Lamy and Jackal looked at him.
"You laugh like an old man," Jackal muttered. Tempesta glared. Lamy stroked his cheek, smiling reassuringly.
"I think it's cute. At least you don't snort."
"Yeah, you piggy," Jackal grinned. Lamy shot him a glare now. In response Jackal got up from his sitting position to flick her forehead.
"Ow, you jerk!" she grunted, rubbing her forehead. Tempesta flicked him back. His index fingernail was sharp on Jackal's forehead. He fell back to his knees, holding his head in a silent cry.
"Jeez, for someone who can withstand the outer walls, you are so damn dramatic to a little flick," he teased. "Lamy, open your legs."
"B-but I'm not aroused anymore," she stammered. She yelped as Tempesta tugged at her underwear. Jackal perked up. Lamy covered her head with a pillow. Tempesta giggled softly as he pulled her underwear down with ease, tossing them at Jackal. He caught them, noticing the moisture in the crotch area. The blonde tossed the underwear aside, resisting the urge to smell them.
Well, maybe later, he mused, curling his tail to and fro.
"Relax, muff muncher. The real thing is right over here," Tempesta beckoned the feline demon. Jackal blushed lightly, pouting with annoyance.
I'll make him munch something else if he doesn't cut the shit.
Tempesta had sat on his knees. He guided the bunny demon to rest her back against his chest. She still held onto the pillow, shuffling down until she sat on the edge of the bed. Tempesta rested his hands on her knees, spreading them apart. Lamy's breath hitched in her throat, closing her eyes tightly. He also spread his knees behind her. Jackal got back down on his knees, keeping his eyes between Lamy's legs. The silver hair surrounding her wet slit was completely white now.
He cleared his throat, placing his palms on her thighs. The bunny demon whimpered. She lifted her gaze from her pillow, looking down at Jackal. Her lustful expression would have made his heart do front flips if he still had it. Her lips were slightly parted, taking light breaths. Her eyes twinkled in the nearly pitch darkness, drawing in his right brown orb.
"I... I love you," Jackal professed. The bunny demon smiled warmly. Tempesta kissed her neck down to her shoulder. She tilted her head to give more access, sighing pleasurably when he sucked a spot. Jackal smiled back at her, leaning down to lick her wet spot. Finally, he could satiate his hunger. He covered the wetness with his lips, licking up and down from her vaginal entrance to her clit.
The blonde closed his eyes, only focusing on the sweetness of her juices. The soft, slim thighs under his palms. The hot, high pitched mewls of the bunny demon. My woman...
Tempesta nibbled her ear as he watched the blonde. His erection throbbed for release the entire time he teased Lamy. He watched his boyfriend, squeezing Lamy's petite breasts. He wanted Jackal between his legs, but he lacked the courage to try. Was the blonde demon even into men enough to go down on one? They've kissed, sure, but neither male tried anything else.
Lamy covered her soft moans with her pillow again. Jackal had pushed two fingers in, rubbing against her g-spot. Whatever Kyôka taught him. The blonde proceeded to bite her inner thigh. The bunny demon tensed up, wincing from the pain. But it felt a little bit good.
What's wrong with me? Why does it feel that way?
"You like that, bunny?" Tempesta asked sultrily. Lamy made a bubble in one cheek with a stubborn face.
"N-no, it hurt," she grumbled. Jackal grinned like a sharp tooth Cheshire, then bit her other inner thigh.
"Mmph! Ohhw," she groaned. Jackal kept a consistent motion with his fingers as he licked a trace of blood from the spot.
"You taste so good, baby," he whispered. The bite marks and hickies vanished, leaving her thighs white and spotless. Lamy pet his hair.
"Fine, I liked it," she said, her cheeks rosy. Jackal's eyes softened at her gentle touch, just before she pushed his face into her vulva again. He hummed a soft moan, curling his tail. He flicked his tongue on her clit, closing his lips around it to suckle in between.
"Mmmm..." The subtle vibration on her clit made Lamy want to grind on his face. She ran her fingers through the feline demon's soft hair, rolling her hips a little. It was just too embarrassing letting everything loose! Tempesta smiled at her reactions.
"Don't be shy, his breathing is optional," he smirked. Jackal looked up from his "meal," gently pulling his fingers out.
"No, no, I like breathing," he said, glaring at the snow haired freak. Lamy chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Tempesta questioned.
"N-nothing, it's just," she hummed, trying to put her thoughts into words. "I just, never thought I'd feel comfortable, I guess. I'm not scared."
"Neither am I," Jackal replied. He wiped the wetness from his mouth, then rested his head on her leg. "Save it for later. If you're gonna reminisce, do it when I'm not tonguing you, 'kay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Lamy rolled her eyes. Tempesta poked his index nail on her neck suddenly, jolting her attention back to the snow haired demon. Between his teeth was a small blue wrap. Jackal's eye widened in surprise. There was only one thing that could possibly be sealed in such a manner.
"How the hell did you get that?" the blonde asked. Contraceptives were practically nonexistent up to this point. Male, female, and hermaphrodite demons were kind of (not really) separated in a rather lazy attempt to avoid unplanned pregnancies.
"No idea. I found a little box on my bed with a note on top," Tempesta replied. Lamy blushed brightly. A whole box, j-just for us?
"It was Kyôka, I just know it," Lamy said.
"No, the note wasn't her sloppy handwriting. I have no idea who wrote it. It said, "A parting gift, so you can enjoy yourselves safely"."
"Definitely not anyone we know," Jackal shrugged. "So, Lamy?"
"Hm?"
"Do you want to use it?"
"I-I don't know, I've never used one..."
"I have," Tempesta said. Jackal gave a questioning look.
"Someone was willing to fuck you? On Earthland?"
"First of all, plenty of humans loved my Etherious body, especially the gay men and bisexual women," he quipped.
"I liked it," Lamy mumbled.
"Use it first, Jackal. I'll guide you," Tempesta said.
Jackal's eyes lit up with excitement, then it faltered. "Are you sure? What do you think, L?" Lamy nodded approvingly, to his surprise.
"I've only ever dreamed of this moment. I know you have too. You used to write about it," she smiled softly, continuing to pet between his ears.
"Well, yeah. I was frustrated..." He rested one knee on the bed between Lamy's parted legs, taking the condom from his boyfriend.
"Strip first," Tempesta ordered him.
"Why? I can work around the clothes."
"It's more authentic, J."
"If that's the case, then you should do the same," Jackal shrugged.
"I'm sure you'd love to see that," he smirked. A low growl rose from Jackal's throat. He stood again, tugging as his pants and boxers. He paused, looking at his boyfriend. This was the first time Tempesta has ever seen his naked body. In this setting. The realization made him shy about stripping. He lifted his shirt over his head first. The snow haired demon at least knew what his torso looked like.
Lamy marveled at his exposed body. He was slim and mildly toned compared to the bulk he used to carry. His abs were also softer, just a little toned when he sucked in his belly. His scar was a darker shade of red than hers, the same ten or more stitches they all had. Her eyes trailed down to the hard tent in his pants. She had seen it all before, but it was like a new experience every time. She bit her lower lip, itching to let him inside.
At last, Jackal pulled his pants down. Tempesta held his breath as he stared at the blonde. He was honestly expecting Jackal to stop everything altogether. Based on what little sexual experience the snow haired demon could remember, Jackal's girth shaft was just under seven inches with a slight curve. His girth was perfect for a first time like this. He caressed Lamy's breasts
Lamy and Tempesta watched as Jackal tore the plastic off the condom, then inspected the ring of rubber. He placed it on his tip, but it did not roll down as expected.
"Other way," Tempesta said. Jackal nodded, successfully sliding the condom down his shaft. A proud smile curled his lips.
"I've never felt this before, it's so secure, and thin!"
"Maximum pleasure without the risk," Tempesta smiled. Lamy waited patiently as Jackal climbed on the bed. Tempesta scooted back until he rested against the wall rested her legs on his shoulders.
This is it, I'm giving him my virginity! she squealed with joy internally. Jackal could see the bliss in her eyes. It warmed his metaphoric heart to see her so comfortable and eager to please him. With a slow motion, he began to put the tip inside. He shuddered a low moan as her wet warmth tightened around him. Lamy covered her gasp. Her insides felt no pain, something she always assumed would happen. His fingers had truly prepared her for the stretching feeling. God, it was so good. He thrusted all the way in a quick motion, causing her to cry out in surprise.
"So wet," he groaned softly. He leaned toward her face, his half lidded eye dilated. Lamy met his lips halfway in a passionate kiss. Tempesta cupped his other hand on Lamy's breast, rubbing her nipples between pinching fingers. Lamy noticed he had stopped touching himself, but chose not to react.
The bunny demon moaned into the kiss when the blonde begun thrusting his hips
"It's so good," Jackal whispered against her lips. He couldn't have imagined this moment any other way. His woman had finally felt him inside her. He hadn't realized how hot and starved his body was. He slipped his tongue past her lips. The taste of her juices mixed deliciously with her saliva. Lamy moaned softly once more, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Tempesta felt Jackal's slim waist, brushing his finger tips on the number stitched into the lower right side of his back. That putrid reminder of their bondage to this place. Jackal shivered at the touch, almost recoiling.
"Only focus on us, Jackal," Tempesta whispered, kissing her neck. "Just me and L. Nothing else matters right now."
"S-sorry," he murmured,m. Lamy cupped Jackal's cheeks, gazing into his right eye. The warmth in his dilated eye settled his weary mind with ease. She smiled, planting another kiss on his lips.
"I love you both," she promised. "Just keep going until you finish."
Tempesta grasped Jackal's hips, pulling and pushing him through deep strokes. He grinded his hips against Lamy's ass only once. Jackal followed along, grinding as deep as he could go. Lamy attempted to match his rhythm.
"Good girl, just like that," the snow haired demon praised her. His silky voice sent shivers up Jackal's spine. He closed his eye, envisioning the snow haired demon underneath him instead. He bit his lower lip, thrusting his hips faster. He snatched tossed Lamy's cotton shield to the floor before she could suppress her voice.
"Grab her hands, T," the blonde panted.
"W-We have to—mmh!—b-be quiet," Lamy stuttered. However, Tempesta grabbed her wrists, lowering them to behind her back. He wrapped his arms around her so she could not raise her arms again. Jackal smiled mischievously, watching her blush redder.
"S-stop staring," she whined quietly. Jackal grasped her neck. Flicker.
"You don't tell me what to do," he growled, thrusting hard. She yelped. He squeezed her small neck until her voice squeaked. Lamy's vaginal walls pulsed around his vigorously thrusting cock.
Stop it! Stop! Lamy gasped for air. The waves of pleasure clashed with the pain of his strangulation.
"I wish you could see her face, T," Jackal chuckled.
"N-no ... m-mo-!" she wheezed. Tempesta furrowed his brows with worry, softening his grip on her.
"Jackal, stop. She doesn't like it."
"So what? I like it," he sneered. His free hand squeezed her left thigh rested on his shoulder, short nails like pins on her skin. Lamy's other leg dangled off his other shoulder. Her head was spinning with star specked vision. She looked at her blonde boyfriend through starry vision. His good eye was completely glazed over, narrow pupil and all. Tempesta grabbed Jackal's hand, attempting to pull it away. The blonde was in his own world of pleasure, completely disregarding the red signals in and outside his head.
I can't, I won't stop!
His member pulsed, nearing climax. Lamy's gasps and broken moans were the only things his ears could focus on. Her beautiful pink eyes never left his. His finger nails felt wet with the smell of dark red iron. He turned to lick the blood from her thigh, kissing the four marks left behind. Lamy's vaginal walls were as tight as his hand on her neck. He grinding his hips one last time, panting heavily.
"So beautiful," he breathed. One by one, little brown spots blossoms on his cheeks. He finally noticed the veiny brown fist gripping his wrist. Lamy gasped for air when he finally let go. Red abrasions from his palm began to heal away from her throat in seconds. Her breaths became even soon enough. The bunny demon relaxed her legs on top of his, closing her tired eyes.
The blonde feline felt a hard smack across his face, stunning him out of the clouds. His one-eyed stare returned to reality. His breaths were still heavy, coming off his orgasmic high.
"That's enough," Tempesta glared at him.
"S-sorry... I, I'm sorry," he croaked, suddenly remembering his dry throat. He felt his member soften inside her. The bunny demon avoided his gaze with rosy cheeks. Jackal's ears and tail drooped. "I'm sorry," he whimpered again, tearing up. Lamy's eyes widened in shock.
"N-no, don't cry!" she pleaded. But he was already shedding tears.
He hurt her again. Such an idiot!
Lamy wiped his tears with her thumb. "I forgive you, Jack, I promise," she insisted with a panicked look in her eyes. "I-it was alright. I didn't die!"
"I could've killed you?!" he blurted, bursting into more tears. Tempesta was slightly annoyed by his contrasting personality.
"Jackal, calm down, you're fine."
The blonde sobbed into his palms, ignoring his feeble reassurance. Lamy rubbed her throat, swallowing dryly. She did not like what he did, but lacked the heart to hurt his feelings (haha).
"I didn't intend to slap you, but I really wanted you to stop," the snow haired demon deadpanned. He could no longer hide his mild agitation. Jackal nodded, his nose red and stuffy.
"Jackal, I-I've felt worse. You know that. But I'm okay now," she said with a soft smile. He did know that. That bitch Cortez did far worse. But that did not make him feel better.
"I'm still sorry, I should've controlled myself," he mumbled with a sniffle.
"I still forgive you," the bunny demon replied. The blonde hugged Lamy tightly. She rubbed his back to soothe him. The snow haired demon sighed, shaking his head. Such a crybaby. He moved away from behind Lamy, pulling them both against his chest.
"Cry into my rippling muscles as much as you need to, kitty-cat."
"Oh, fuck off!" the feline grunted, shoving him away. "Don't make me kick you off this bed again!"
"'Again'?" Lamy questioned. "What were you even doing, T?"
"Oh nothing, he was just so sensitive and crying like a baby—is aahowow!" Tempesta shouted as the blonde pinched and twisted his nipples. He bared his sharp teeth in a twisted grin. "OW HAHA STOP!" Tempesta nearly shrieked in a high pitch, falling backwards. Jackal finally released his tender nipples, climbing on top of him. His right pupil was narrow with a sadistic grimace.
"Suck my dick or shut up, T!"
Lamy stifled a laughter with her hands over her mouth. Jackal's ears flattened against his head at her reaction.
"Y-you heard me, you rat!" he declared, pointing a finger.
"Your condom is about to fall off," Tempesta smirked. Jackal went red in the face, pulling the rubber off completely. Lamy physically recoiled in disgust when a bit of his semen dripped onto her calf. Tempesta was next to laugh this time.
Suddenly, the brick wall above them cracked violently from an impact on the other side of the wall. The trio jolted in surprise, going quiet for a moment. However, no screaming of "Earthland slurs" commenced. The trio exchanged odd looks, trying not to chuckle immaturely again.
"Is anyone thirsty?" Jackal asked.
"Finally, I thought you'd never ask!" Lamy whispered back. "I drank water while I showered, but you, you..." she trailed off, rubbing the sides of her neck. Jackal looked away, frowning sadly.
"I'll find us some water," Tempesta sighed, getting up. "You two can discuss... that. The counselor is back, too."
"W-what counselor?" Jackal questioned, watching his boyfriend carefully crack the cell door.
"You might not remember, but we had like two around September time," Lamy explained. "They didn't really do anything. But these two are different. One of them is the new doctor."
"The doctor, huh," Jackal mused, resting his chin on his thumb and index finger. "Wait, you guys got to shower?"
"You were probably bathed in the infirmary unit," Tempesta replied. "I'll be right back. Coast is looking clear."
With that, he snuck out. Jackal and Lamy sat together. After a pregnant pause, Lamy finally spoke up first.
"I'm, uh, I don't regret tonight, you know, with you," she murmured. Jackal sat on the edge of the bed, resting his forearms on his thighs. The bunny demon sat on her knees beside him. Judging by the subtle brightness shining from the small window above, the moon was just passing its peak height in the sky. Jackal looked up at the dark light.
"I'd like... a break, again," she continued with less confidence than before. "N-not from us, just..." She motioned her hand toward the little condom box. Jackal nodded slowly. A break from sex, he thought, lowering his gaze.
"I get it," he muttered. I'm unstable, it really shows... Lamy grasped his hand. He did not look up, but he smiled a little. "What's that doctor called?"
"Sayla said his name is Yuichi Misono-sensei. I don't really know what a sensei is, though," Lamy replied.
"Whatever this "sensei" is, I'll give it a shot. Maybe..."
"I hope you will, he seems nice," Lamy smiled. "I bet Minerva could trust him... too." Her ears drooped, remembering that the ex-human was missing. Jackal kept his mouth shut, overcome with sadness. Something else was missing in that memory, but he only drew a blank.
"I-I know she'll come back," the blonde said, squeezing Lamy's hand for reassurance. Neither of them really knew. It felt better to pretend it would be fine. Eventually, Minerva would return and things would be fine again, right?
March 9, X793, 4:15 p.m.
Sayla.
My dear Kyôka violently assaulted a guard who looked like one of the reptilian demons that assaulted Minerva. That nameless individual was not one of the culprits, however.
To summarize, she snuck up on this guard last night with a metal pipe (she will not tell me how she got it), we will call him Jim. I know Jim as one of few decent guards who helped sedate Jackal. Kyôka whacked the pipe across the back of his head and beat him to a pulp. He suffered multiple broken bones, and many nasty bruises and cuts. He was missing teeth as well. I knew her automail arms were stronger, but pulling teeth is just too far!
Kyôka was once the torture-interrogation expert in Tartaros. It seems she has not changed that part of herself. I will accept anything and everything of who she is now. But I am also angry she did not tell me her plans. I would have helped her so that we could be punished together! I worry about her being lonely. :( The date could have been such fun with both of us.
Meanwhile, Jackal, Lamy, and Tempesta have started spending more time together as a trio. Jackal even speaks to that human doctor. They are so precious!
(underneath the entry is a drawing of a cat head with one right eye, an afro haired human with one left eye, and a bunny head with half its left ear missing. Little hearts, stars, and twinkles are drawn around the three heads. Sayla also drew herself as a little straight haired head with horns next to Kyôka with her hair and wing like ears. Bird was drawn with a break instead of his normal face. A lizard couple in place of Wendell and Izumi. A simple elf for Elfine)
Sayla stared at the pen drawings, frowning sadly. She had skimmed through the two journals the group had used so far. The hornless demon often saw names like Mollison and Angelic. Sayla went through many different feelings: , sadness, anger, grief, and a lovely sprinkle of anxiety. But most of all, the narration of their daily lives confused her.
Who would go to such lengths to document their lives with such intimate attention to detail?
If Tartaros could just collectively draw a blank over this anonymous "Angelic," perhaps they were not meant to know this person. Her drawings were very cute and creative. Sayla could tell this stranger had a big heart. The drawing she made under today's entry saddened her because the mysterious Angelic also drew her guildmates as close to a happy family as one could get.
I need to appreciate them as much as she did, Sayla thought with a solemn smile. She subconsciously licked between a small gap in her front teeth. She opened her mouth to feel her teeth.
Huh. My teeth changed. I guess this world changes our bodies for good, too.
And speaking of which, Jackal's brown arms, feet, and all of his spots had slowly come back bit by bit. Lamy's hair what white with silver highlights. Tempesta's hair is completely white. He and Jackal both had dark brown eyes too. Kyôka has fangs and sharp lower canines. Her chin has a slight groove. Sayla recalled that some humans would call it a "butt" chin, so silly. Her smile was wider and her eyes were big and beautiful. All of their eyes looked so full of emotion. It was frightening. Their bone structures seemed so different, but the same. Sayla's bosom is smaller, more average than before. Kyôka was just as voluptuous as ever. Even Lamy had grown into her figure despite her lack of "meat."
Despite everything they had gone through in the last five months, Sayla still felt love for her friends. It was a miracle to feel such a strong emotion for anyone besides Kyôka. Jackal cries openly and shamelessly. Tempesta writes so romantically. Lamy has empathy and compassion unlike anything Sayla had ever seen. Kyôka was Kyôka, but so much nicer to everyone, except that one guard. Kyôka was definitely Kyôka with enough hatred and a torture device.
They had all persevered through so much. The thought of the progress brought at tear to Sayla's eye. But the tears just flowed from her eyes like pools. She closed the book so her tears would not wet the page. Her shoulders shook with every quiet sob. She placed the book beside her, sitting on her bed.
"Knock, knock?"
Sayla quickly dried her eyes, but it was too late to save face. Izumi smiled brightly, holding a small, soft load of bread and an even smaller pair of saucers on a tray.
"I brought bread with olive oil and black vinegar. Kyôka said it's your favorite. Right?"
"T-that's right," the hornless demon replied. Wendell's mate sat on the edge of the bed, setting the tray down.
"Why are you crying?" she asked with a worried look. Sayla shook her head. A mere stranger did not need to shoulder that kind of information.
"Nothing, just reflecting on some things. Don't worry about me, Izumi."
"Alright, but eat. I didn't see you at breakfast," she replied. "Reflecting is good, but it's a poor choice to judge life on an empty stomach."
"Are you sure? This bread is not mine," Sayla said. She still felt hunger, but she could not take from someone else right then.
"I insist," the humanoid woman smiled warmly. Sayla returned the soft expression. Izumi had such a lovely smile. Then, she internally shook away the thought of sitting on it.
Only for anyone Kyôka approves of, she thought.
The hornless demon tore a piece of break from the loaf, dipped the oil first, and then black vinegar. She ate the whole piece, chewing gleefully.
Thank the stars someone invented vinegar!
"The bread tastes delightful!"
Izumi placed her hands on her belly. "I have a question, Sayla."
Sayla had just eaten the last piece of her bread. Her mouth was too full to speak, but she hummed attentively. Izumi chuckled, but continued.
"I know my little boy will be taken, and so will my unborn child once it's here," she said. Sayla could hear the sadness etched in her voice. "I... I wish to be... somewhere else, when they go."
"What do you mean by 'somewhere else'?" the hornless demon asked worriedly.
"Somewhere else mentally, so that the grief will not hurt me so much."
"What about Wendell? Would he approve of this?"
"I don't care," the female demon replied, frowning. "If I am sad everyday again, he will fight. My first birth left be very depressed and fragile, I..." she trailed off, her voice hitched in her throat. Sayla sat up straight, eyes wide with alarm. Izumi clearly struggled to hold her tears in, but they dripped down her cheeks anyway. Sayla immediately hugged her from behind. The female demon did not resist.
"I c-cannot go back there," she murmured at last. "Please, Sayla. I need your help."
"I... I need time to decide," Sayla whispered. She wanted to helped Izumi however she could. It felt rather cruel to take advantage of a mother.
Izumi turned to rest her head on Sayla's chest. The hornless demon stood on her knees behind the pregnant demon, hugging her still. The cell door creaked open as Kyôka peered inside. Izumi immediately stood up, pretending she had not cried into Sayla's arms moments prior. However, Kyôka was unfazed by her girlfriend embracing another woman. The bird demon sat on her bed adjacent from Sayla's.
"W-well, I should go now. Excuse me," Izumi said, bowing before exiting the cell. Sayla sat on the edge of her bed, sighing.
"She wants me to help her through her grief. She knows her children will be taken eventually," Sayla explained. Her girlfriend nodded, eyes downcast.
"Well, Jezebel's Scowl will not help her cope for long," the bird demon mused. Sayla frowned sadly.
"I know, but what else is there?"
"A sensory link," Kyôka replied. "You could take on some of her grief after her birth. That way, her depression is cut in half. But..."
"I will suffer in her place," Sayla murmured, her expression growing more bothered. The mere thought of experiencing postpartum symptoms was unappealing enough. But postpartum mental health? She may as well consider signing herself up for a suicide cult. Sayla understood how hostile one's mind could be under such stress.
"You would not be alone, though," Kyôka reassured her, smiling softly. "You have family here, you know."
"Stop speaking to me like a Fairy Tail wizard. You are more than family to me." Sayla climbed out of her bed, walking over to Kyôka's. Sayla wore slippered and socks, unlike the stockings she used to wear that uncovered the heels and balls of het feet.
Kyôka gladly wrapped her automail arms around Sayla's waist, taking in the scent of each other. Kyôka's death and ivory soap mixed perfectly with Sayla's moss and green tea oil.
"Take time to think about it," Kyôka murmured. Sayla nodded in agreement, kissing her forehead.
"Of course, my love."
March 10, X793, 9:14 p.m.
Shattered lightning ripples across my chest
Thunderstorm clouds stuck in my throat
Swatting my thoughts like wandering pests
Tired of this body soaking under my coat
Tempesta. Jackal visited that doctor today. He was gone all day. No one is allowed in the infirmary unit unless authorized. Lamy distracted herself by sitting with Kyôka, just the two of them. I did not think they would ever hang out alone. If I remember correctly, they could not stand each other back then. But today, Kyôka knitted a purple and green sweater for her. More specifically, lavender and matcha green. She looked so pretty and cozy.
Long story short, that sweater was torn to pieces. Elfine had attacked her, and Lamy refuses to tell me why. I have never seen two magicless, curseless women fight with such brutality before. I expected worse of men around here, with the exception of Jackal and NCD...
Elfine won. Although Lamy is typically a loser, she tore chunks of Elfine's hair and gave her a nasty purple eye. Both were sentenced to 48 hours underground in the mines. I wonder if I, too, would join them if I attacked someone. I need to challenge someone and find out.
Later that night, Sayla and Kyôka were awoken by none other than Izumi, escorted by one of the few guards that could be trusted. They did not know her real name, as guards almost never shared. And so, they called her Greg. Sayla was first to sit up from her bed as the cell door was pushed open. The macro demon expected the random disruption, but was surprised to see Izumi.
Kyôka sleepily yawned, turning her face to the wall to continue her slumber. Greg nodded a short greeting before leaving the cell, shutting them all in darkness once more. Tonight, the Black Qora moon was just a bit more dim. Nevertheless, Sayla could clearly see the young woman as she began to undress. She averted her gaze, frowning slightly.
I thought I told her I would think about it...
Izumi began to fold her pants, shirt, and underwear neatly, then placed the clothing on her slippers. Once she stood back up, the pregnant demon sat on Sayla's bed. Izumi's belly was a bit smaller than Sayla had expected, possibly five months along. She still rubbed her belly subconsciously.
"I... I read your book, your demon eye one," the young mother whispered. Sayla furrowed her brows in confusion. Perhaps Izumi expected to just lick her hand, right? Why would she strip for that?
"What did you find?" Sayla asked in an equally low volume.
"This spell, Maguilty Sense? I want you to link my senses to my baby," she replied quietly. "That way, they will feel my love no matter how far away I am. Even if I die, they will be a happy little bundle."
"I... I'm not sure," Sayla murmured. "I've never attempted Maguilty magic. I've barely had time to practice Macro Lilin. Your baby could suffer if I do it wrong."
Izumi looked toward her, but not directly at the hornless demon. "I know you can do it, you are capable," she smiled reassuringly. "My body is clean, I carry no diseases, and I can be quiet."
"What are you suggesting, that I activate the spell through... your body?"
"W-well," Izumi trailed off, looking down. She turned her body forward. "The book stated it was casted by touching the target, then directing your energy into at least one other life form. I, I thought you had to, you know... as a succubus."
The hornless demon had to resist the urge to face palm. Sayla gently tugged her blanket. Izumi was about to stand until the hornless covered her head and shoulders with it. Sayla felt sorry for the young mother. She could not save her baby, but she at least wanted some kind of link. But with a baby that was barely developed enough to separate from the womb and survive, both beings were still one life form.
"I cannot create a link until the baby is completely severed from your body," Sayla whispered. "The only thing I could do is link your emotions to mine."
"Y-you would do that?" Izumi asked in disbelief.
"No." The pregnant demon frowned sadly.
"Oh. I-I'm sorry..." Once again, Sayla hugged her from behind. Izumi began to cry, holding Sayla's forearms.
"If I attempted Maguilty now, your baby would feel all of your physical pain and pleasure. I think, that much stress could wasily kill a child," the hornless demon explained. Izumi felt more shaken up from fear of such an idea. She covered her mouth, trembling with every sob that did not come out. Kyôka slept soundly, thankfully.
"Get dressed, Izumi. And dont ever give your body to a monster."
"M-monster..." the young mother whimpered, standing up. She got dressed, nearly tripping as she pulled on her pants. Sayla watched with somber eyes as Wendell's mate finally left. Greg escorted her back to her cell. Sayla lied back down, sighing tiredly.
In truth, she already knew how to use Maguilty, but refused to experiment on a desperate, pregnant demon. That young woman did not need the inner turmoil boiling Sayla's blood everyday.
"Heartbreaker," Kyôka muttered. "You couldve had your fun then sent her away, you know."
"That is not who I am, Kyôka," the hornless demon replied. "I will use my curse power to aid in our freedom. My macro is absolute, and the innocent are better off far away from it."
"How noble, I admire your restraint," the buxom bird demon smiled softly. Sayla smiled back.
"Return to your slumber, my love."
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