DISCLAIMER: The Taimanin series belongs to Black Lilith.
Author's Note: This one-shot is a tie-in to the Action Taimanin event "Silent Girl and Succubi On the Run". There will be spoilers ahead, so I recommend look into the event first (more specifically from a playthrough video of the event) before reading this one-shot.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
Wolfgang here. You might be wondering why we're not diving straight into Chapter 6 of Volume 2. Well, sometimes a breather is needed, a pause from all the intense action and dark, unsettling stuff we've been through. Plus, I'm still tinkering with the Royal Aegis and Wilhemus Blade.
In this world, where sex and violence seem to be the order of the day, it's nice to take a moment to unwind. Rin and I have been in high spirits since our intimate encounters. I'll leave the details to your imagination. Consider this a bonus chapter, if you will. After all, the timelines of Action Taimanin and RPGX tend to get pretty tangled up.
So, let's get started, shall we?
I'm in my workshop, surrounded by tools and various mechanical parts. The air smells of oil and metal as I fiddle with the Royal Aegis and Wilhemus Blade. My hands are slightly greasy, and there's a thin sheen of sweat on my forehead as I concentrate. While I've always prided myself on my fist-fighting skills, I've come to realize the importance of versatility in combat. That's what led me to create Rahu and Ketu, my beam sabers. They hum with energy when activated, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit workshop.
As I work, my mind wanders to the various powerful demons I've faced. Each fight flashes through my memory, a testament to the dangers of this world.
There was Ingrid, whose fight nearly cost me my life. I can still feel the frightening extent of her dark magic, and the fact she sealed an ancient, legendary dragon within herself that amplified her powers. If it wasn't for my ability to transmute objects, I might not be here today.
Then there's the Wild Fang mercenary duo, Spinel and Lapis. Those two move like they share a single mind, their coordination impeccable. Fighting them was like trying to predict the moves of a four-armed opponent.
Astaroth, the Queen of Inferno, is a whole different level of insanity. Her flames are so intense that even water or ice can't quench them. I remember the searing heat, the way the air shimmered around her.
Felicia, despite our shared bloodline, couldn't stand against me. It's a strange feeling, facing off against family. But in this world, such encounters are almost expected.
And Ragnarok, the ice demon with a sword so cold it seems to freeze the very molecules in the air. I can still feel the bite of her blade, even though the fight is long over. I also heard that this Onisaki girl is actually her daughter.
But it's not all about the fights. We've had our share of rescues too. There's Eleonor, the Dark Elf that Fuuma-chin and his team saved not too long ago. Poor girl had been misled about her sister's whereabouts and ended up kidnapped. I remember the relief in her eyes when they finally got her to safety.
And then there's Anna and Phantasma, a unique case of two beings sharing one body. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one. It's fascinating, really, how they coexist. Sometimes I wonder what it's like, never truly being alone in your own skin.
And how did I encounter these two? Well, let's hit the flashback. It's going to be a bit longer. So, please bear with me.
[Wolfgang's flashback - one week earlier]
One morning, after a brief but passionate morning encounter, Rin and I found ourselves in a rare moment of peace. We lay in bed, the sheets tangled around us, talking about anything and everything. It's these moments, away from the chaos of our lives, that I cherish the most.
Most of our conversation revolved around how Taimanins use sex as a weapon. I never thought that would be possible, let alone one tempting you to have sex with, something that Rin has done to me twice. The idea both fascinated and disturbed me.
Thinking to myself, breaking the fourth wall: "The idea of that isn't unheard of from my part, considering my partner-in-crime Ambrose, being an Incubus, and the rest of his fellow 'sex fiends' having the power to drain the vitality of their victims through sex appeal until they expire. As for me though, I had the ability to manifest a vibration sphere from my index and middle fingers, and gives the functionality of a vibrator when used on someone's private parts. Apparently, Rin enjoyed getting the light ball on my fingers around her slit so much, it's enough to make her squirt. Also, since I'm also capable of transmuting energy, biotic and abiotic elements into something else, it's also possible for me to give a woman a male's genitals. Ever heard of futanari? Well, you get the idea of that. However, I draw the line on that. Well, the human body is like a sacred temple. And further modifying it is basically defiling that sanctuary. For that reason is why I follow my own self-imposed ethics as an alchemist."
The room was quiet for a moment, filled only with the sound of our breathing. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Rin's face. I turned to her, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Hey, Rin... Apart from your unusual thing for sex. Have you ever done intimate encounters with the same gender?", I asked, my voice soft in the stillness of the room.
She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine. There was no judgment there, just openness. "With a woman? I did," she replied, her voice equally soft.
"With...?" I prompted, genuinely curious about her past experiences.
Rin shifted slightly, getting more comfortable as she prepared to tell her story. "It was during my rookie years as a Taimanin," she began, her eyes taking on a distant look as she recalled the memory. "As you can see, I had to learn an exelemental ninja art to counteract stimulation. It's called the Art of the Bedchambers. Do you know the proprietor of the shop called Inageya? She was a legendary Taimanin herself, whose legacy far exceeded that of the Headmistress."
"Ah, yeah. I visited the shop at one point for the sweets," I recalled, thinking back to my morning walk not too long ago. The memory of the shop was vivid - the smell of fresh-baked goods and wagashi, the warm atmosphere. "On the surface, she seems like a nice old lady, and can be terrifying if pissed off. At one point, the old lady gave me a heart attack after seeing her in her younger self - complete with the titanic tits and all!"
Rin chuckled at my description, a sound that always warmed my heart. "That's basically a part of her ninja art," she continued, her tone becoming more serious as she shared her knowledge. "She can turn back into her prime, for only a certain period of time."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, how did granny Inageya taught you that version of sex education?" I asked, genuinely curious about this aspect of Taimanin training.
Rin's expression turned thoughtful. "It was a thorough process, and one of the crucial ways to withstand of being mentally broken after one orgasm to another. And that being said, how sex being used as a weapon, this leaves the target vulnerable to all sorts of setbacks - capture, distraction, death, or reveal of critical information."
"No shit," I muttered, the implications of such training sinking in.
"However, there's one important thing she imparted to me," Rin continued, her voice softening. "That the 'game of love' between Taimanin, regardless of sex, can be more important than justice at times, otherwise one might end like a lone maiden unfulfilled."
I nodded, understanding dawning. "Makes sense. It kinda reminds you how a couple, before and after getting married want to consummate their relationship, to ensure it would last longer."
...which is saying something considering how I ended up with Rin now. Our relationship, born out of chaos and danger, had grown into something beautiful and lasting. It was a testament to the power of connection in this often dark and dangerous world.
"You're an alchemist, Wolfgang." Rin continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Apparently sex itself isn't much of an alien concept in alchemy."
"Of course it is.", I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. "If anything, there was a tome that I read, and... you're not going to believe this," before I briefly broke into a chuckle. The memory of that particular book always amused me. "...basically it's kinda similar to kama sutra. But, there's a catch; not in a ritualistic way, but alchemists who have mastered the art of sexual transmutation and sexual alchemy that have read the tome, may gain the ability to transmit certain abilities to their mates during intercourse. It's kinda funny if that were to be possible. And, considering this is an alchemist's version of kama sutra, does benefit the mating couple... in a healing benefit."
Yeah, I did read that tome. I never thought how bizarre that was. Unlike the Taimanins' version of sex education leaning more into the Taoist sexual practices, that tome has kama sutra written all over it. The idea of combining alchemy with sexual practices was both intriguing and slightly absurd.
Rin's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue on her face. "So, considering we've been doing it more than once. Are you implying I might have..."
"Rin, try producing a jolt of electricity from your hands. I wanna see if it's possible." I sat up, suddenly eager to test this theory. The scientist in me was itching to see if there was any truth to the tome's claims.
Rin sat up as well, the sheet falling away as she focused. She used her Lightning Art, her eyes glowing neon blue, her body shrouded in blue lightning. The air crackled with energy, raising the hairs on my arms. Within moments, gold lightning intertwined with the blue ones. It was a spectacular sight, the two colors of lightning dancing around each other, illuminating the room with their ethereal glow. It seems that our intimate encounters had supercharged her Lightning Art, allowing her to produce golden lightning bolts.
"Christ... I never thought that it would be possible.", I was astounded. The implications of this discovery were staggering. Looks like that tome's claims turned out to be true. Even so, unlocking a new level of power for Rin.
Rin's eyes return back to normal, the electricity around her dissipated. And we just went back lying down on the bed. As we still only have a minute and a half before 6 am.
As I whispered to an imaginary audience, "Okay, let's skip to the next scene now," the bedroom faded away, and a new setting materialized around me. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains was replaced by the harsh glare of my computer screen, and the warmth of Rin's body next to mine gave way to the cool leather of my office chair.
Later that morning, I found myself in my study, a spacious room lined with bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and modern literature alike. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and the faint aroma of coffee from the mug on my desk. Ambrose had just arrived, his presence a familiar comfort in the room.
As if on cue, my computer chimed with an incoming video call. I accepted, and the screen filled with the face of my old rival turned friend, 'Superman' T.J. Moskowitz. His broad shoulders and chiseled jawline were as impressive as ever, a reminder of our days in the ring.
"Ya doing well there in Japan, uce?" T.J.'s voice boomed through the speakers, his familiar use of 'uce' – from the Samoan word 'uso', which means for 'brother' – bringing a smile to my face.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of recent events on my shoulders. "Yeah mate. I just needed a proper closure with the old lady before burying her urn. And I ended up here with her daughter's place. I can finally let my heart at ease now." The words came out easier than I expected, the pain of loss dulled by time and the new connections I'd made.
T.J.'s expression softened, understanding in his eyes. "Good to hear, dawg. Hey, I just heard of the news about that green fire tower in the Philippines a couple of weeks ago. You also happen to be there, uce."
I felt a twinge of discomfort at the memory. "Yeah. I was there when I was about to ice that pedo pastor. And, I got more than what I bargained for." I kept my voice neutral, not wanting to delve too deep into the chaos that had unfolded in Davao.
T.J.'s eyebrows shot up, his voice a mix of shock and admiration. "Jesus Christ, dude. You're fucking a psycho! Well, that doesn't change the fact that you've been always like that in the ring. As much how many innocent people dead back there, motherfucker deserved it. That was one hell of a Game of Thrones reference"
I nodded grimly. "Too damn right... Even to this day, people continued to point fingers to who is responsible. Until people stopped talking about it and focus on something else, like this Momochi guy, especially in Kotrara."
"Momochi? You mean that ninja Darth Vader?" T.J.'s confusion was evident.
I couldn't help but smirk at his description. "The same guy that the Gosha ninjas have been hunting over the past months. I heard the crazy bastard has been stealing demonic drugs from Nomad and some UFS hardware."
T.J. leaned closer to his camera, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The DSO are on to him now, uce. Also, he's been sending out body doubles to do his dirty work."
"Yeah, I saw that too," I confirmed, then added, "In fact, I've been working as a benefactor and financial backer for the Taimanin Task Force." I watched as surprise flashed across T.J.'s face.
"For real? That's some charity work you've been doing there!" He paused, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Ambrose told me you and Uehara's daughter are now an item."
I felt a warmth creep up my neck, grateful that the camera probably wouldn't pick it up. "It's complicated. Besides, I saved her ass as soon as I arrived here in Japan, from getting gangbanged by some Orc gringos, no less. After staying around her place, I managed to say goodbye to a hundred years of celibacy."
T.J.'s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What the fuck?! You've been single for a hundred years? I'm speechless, man. You're lucky that you still look a bit in your prime thanks to your vampire blood or something."
I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. I guess immortality isn't a bitch after all." I glanced at my watch, realizing I had another call coming in soon. "My client's gonna call me. I'll be in touch, mate."
"You be careful out there, uce," T.J. said, his tone serious despite the playful nickname.
As the call ended, I sat back in my chair, my mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming job. The life of a bounty hunter was never dull, especially not in a world where demons and ninjas were part of everyday reality.
As I looked into my email inbox, a new message caught my attention. This time, it wasn't just another bounty – it was a rescue mission.
I read the message aloud, my voice tense: "Mr. Wolfgang, we have reports of a mysterious research group having kidnapped a number of demonic creatures. However, they all escaped separately before they could all become lab rats. You must investigate the lab if there could be any survivors."
The message ended abruptly, leaving a heavy silence in the room.
Ambrose's usually cheerful face darkened. "Mamma mia... This doesn't look good, Wolffy."
I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Fucking hell. This brings back unpleasant memories. It just proves how humans will go to such lengths to do such unimaginable depravity."
Before Ambrose and I could discuss our course of action, my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Rin.
"Speak," I answered, my tone clipped.
Rin's voice came through, laced with urgency. "Wolfgang, I've been asked on a rescue mission. This is about the latest incidents of demons being abducted and used as experiments by an unknown research group."
I couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. "No shit. I also happened to be given the same job from an anonymous client. I know I'm not supposed to be involved in a Taimanin's missions. But, if you also happen to have the same mission as I'm taking, Ambrose and I will be happy to tag along."
"Okay, I assume you two are still in my house. I'll be there to meet up with you guys."
With the mission confirmed, I decided to prepare. I digitized my inventory into data, allowing me to materialize my arsenal from my smartwatch. I installed a new app that could summon not just my trusted Royal Aegis and Wilhemus Blade, but also replicas of weapons from warriors I've encountered in the past.
As I opened the weapons app, ethereal translucent manifestations of the replica weapons circled around me. It felt like I was channeling Noctis' royal arms from that video game.
Ambrose's eyes widened in appreciation. "That's a lot of weapons, Wolffy. You even created a copy of Ingrid's sword too. And there's a replica of Paradis Retrouve! It's a symbol of our bond."
I nodded, feeling a sense of nostalgia as I looked at the weapons. Each one held a memory, a battle, a moment of growth.
The sound of the front door opening caught our attention. Rin walked in, already dressed in her battle gear. Her eyes blazed with determination as she looked at us.
"Well, are we going to do this or what?" she asked, her voice steady but tinged with anticipation.
Our Volt Taimanin gave a quick nod. I pulled up the mission details on my smartwatch.
"Our destination is somewhere within the UFS," I explained, bringing up a holographic map. "The lab where this unknown organization kidnapped the demons is supposed to be here." I pointed to a blinking red dot.
Ambrose leaned in, his brow furrowed. "The UFS has been completely divided lately, hasn't it? One faction throwing their lot with Nomad, another being anti-Nomad, and then there's Task Force G..."
I nodded grimly. "Yeah, Task Force G is that rogue faction that sides with neither, including Taimanins. This mission could get complicated real fast."
Rin stepped closer, her eyes scanning the map. "We'll need to be careful. We don't know which faction might be involved with these experiments."
"Agreed," I said, closing the hologram.
As we entered the lab, the scene that greeted us was one of chaos and destruction. Broken glass crunched under our feet, and the acrid smell of chemicals hung in the air. It was clear that some of the test subjects had managed to escape on their own, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.
"Looks like we're late to the party," Ambrose muttered, his eyes scanning the wreckage.
Rin's face was grim as she surveyed the damage. "We can't assume everyone got out. We need to search thoroughly for any survivors."
I nodded in agreement, my senses on high alert. "Stealth isn't an option anymore. We should expect heavy resistance."
As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridors. I couldn't help but smirk. "This is where my new smartwatch app comes in handy."
Our enemies soon came into view – a motley crew of high-tech adversaries. Drones buzzed overhead, their red targeting lasers dancing across the floor. Goons in what looked like knockoff Iron Man suits stomped forward, repulsors glowing ominously. Behind them, heavy-armored infantry lugged mini-guns that looked capable of tearing through concrete.
"Well, this just got interesting," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I tapped the sword icon on my smartwatch, and immediately, translucent manifestations of replica weapons began to circle around me. It was an impressive sight – each weapon a ghostly reminder of past battles and fallen foes.
My eyes landed on one particular weapon – Astaroth's infernal bracelet. A wicked grin spread across my face as I selected it.
"Time to throw down," I growled, feeling the power of the bracelet surge through me.
[From Rin's viewpoint]
The moment Wolfgang's fists connected with the ground, I felt the surge of heat before I saw the flames. "Power..." he growled, his voice barely audible over the crackle of fire. Then, with a thunderous shout, "GEYSER!", a pillar of fire erupted from beneath his hands, sending our enemies flying through the air like ragdolls.
I didn't waste a second. As the goons tumbled helplessly, I tapped into my Denki state, feeling the familiar rush of electricity coursing through my veins. My vision sharpened, the world around me slowing down as blue sparks danced across my skin.
"Lightning Art: Denkou Sekka!" I called out, my voice carrying the charge of my power. In a blur of motion, I leapt into the fray, my blade singing as it sliced through the air. Each strike was precise, calculated, leaving trails of electricity in its wake as I darted between our airborne foes.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ambrose join the dance, his movements fluid and graceful as he sent several opponents crashing back to the ground. The synchronicity of our attack was almost beautiful, if not for the chaos surrounding us.
But Wolfgang wasn't done. As the dust began to settle, he set his sights on the armored gunner who had managed to stay standing. What happened next was... well, unexpected would be an understatement.
"This hand of mine is burning red!" Wolfgang's voice boomed through the lab, his right hand suddenly engulfed in flames. "Its loud roar tells me to grasp victory!"
I blinked, momentarily distracted. Where had I heard those words before? It sounded familiar, like something from an anime I might have watched years ago.
As if reading my thoughts, Wolfgang broke into a grin, shouting, "Domon Kasshu would be proud!" Then, without missing a beat, he charged at the armored gunner, his flaming fist cocked back.
"Erupting! BURNING! FIIIINGERRRR!" The shout echoed off the walls as Wolfgang's fiery hand punched clean through the enemy's heavy armor. The metal glowed red-hot where he made contact, and I could see the shock on the gunner's face through his cracked visor.
"HEEEAAAATTT! END!" Wolfgang roared, and with a deafening boom, the armored suit exploded from the inside out, leaving its wearer unconscious and smoking on the ground.
Look at this insanity! Wolfgang is fighting with all of his heart and soul, all while taking inspiration from of all things, pop culture!
"Really, Wolfgang?" I called out, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. "G Gundam? In the middle of a fight?!"
He turned to me, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "Hey, if it works, it works! Besides, a little dramatic flair never hurt anyone... well, except for these guys." He gestured at the defeated enemies around us.
Another wave of enemies suddenly descended upon us, their armor glinting menacingly in the harsh laboratory lights. Wolfgang, ever the showman, didn't miss a beat. A ring of translucent weapons materialized around him, spinning like a ghostly carousel. With a flick of his wrist, he selected an ice blade called Laevatein.
But Wolfgang wasn't done surprising us. In an instant, his body began to change. Muscles expanded, bulging beneath his clothes. Blue fur sprouted across his skin, covering him entirely save for a yellow patch on his abdomen and torso. His beast form had emerged, a sight that never failed to impress me.
One of the armored infantry charged at Wolfgang, but he was ready. With lightning-fast reflexes, he ducked under the enemy's swing and countered with a powerful right uppercut.
"Tyrant..." Wolfgang growled, his voice deeper and more guttural in this form. The punch connected with a resounding clang, sending the unfortunate soldier bouncing into the air.
Not missing a beat, Wolfgang leapt after his airborne foe, Laevatein glowing with an icy blue light. "Rave!" he roared, thrusting the blade forward. The ice magic amplified the attack, and the enemy was sent flying across the room, trailing frost and ice crystals.
As the soldier crashed into a far wall, encased in a layer of ice, Ambrose let out an appreciative whistle. "That's Tyrant Rave! Sol Badguy's overdrive!"
I couldn't help but shake my head, a mix of exasperation and amusement washing over me. "Why am I seeing grown men imitating what they saw on TV and video games?!" I called out, suddenly realizing I was falling into Wolfgang's habit of breaking the fourth wall.
Wolfgang turned to me, a fanged grin spreading across his furry face. "Because it's effective and looks cool as hell!" he shouted back, already turning to face the next wave of enemies.
I had to admit, he had a point. As ridiculous as it seemed, his unorthodox fighting style was undeniably effective. And if I was being honest with myself, it was also pretty entertaining to watch.
Another wave of enemies approached us, their armor glinting menacingly under the harsh laboratory lights. Wolfgang's hand instinctively moved to his waist, where two beam sabers - Rahu and Ketu - were holstered. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia; he had used my old laser blades as a template to create them, a thoughtful gesture considering I now wielded a solid blade concealed within an electric exterior.
With fluid grace, Wolfgang pulled Rahu from his left side in a reverse grip, swiftly combining it with Ketu. The two lightsabers merged into a double-ended weapon, neon green energy blades humming with power at both ends.
A fierce grin spreading across Wolfgang's face as he twirled the double-ended saber with expert precision. The air crackled with energy as Wolfgang's saber sliced through the air, leaving trails of green light in its wake. The sound of each swing reverberated through the lab, a symphony of destruction.
Not to be outdone, I tapped into my Lightning Art, channeling my energy into a powerful technique. "Lightning Art: Raigekikouken!" I called out, feeling the electricity surge through my body. An electrified javelin materialized in my hand, crackling with barely contained power.
With a practiced throw, I hurled the javelin at one of the armored infantry. As it flew, the javelin split into six strokes of lightning spears, each finding its mark and felling multiple enemies in a dazzling display of electrical fury.
Just when I thought I had seen it all, Wolfgang surprised me yet again. He tossed his beam saber aside (which Ambrose caught with impressive reflexes) and snatched one of my electric javelins out of the air. What happened next left me momentarily speechless.
Wolfgang, ever the showman, proceeded to transmute the javelin. The crackling spear of electricity in his hands morphed and twisted, reforming into... electric nunchucks?!
"Catch!" Wolfgang called out, tossing the lightning nunchucks to Ambrose with a playful wink. Ambrose, in turn, tossed back Wolfgang's beam saber, completing their impromptu weapon swap.
I had heard from Wolfgang that Ambrose, despite his flamboyant demeanor and obsession with beauty, was no stranger to martial arts, and he has his own self-taught style of Queen Kung-Fu according to Wolfgang. The idea of this effeminate Incubus fighting with a style reminiscent of an iconic movie star left me raising my eyebrows in a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
Ambrose caught the electrified nunchucks with a flourish, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Grazie, Wolffy. I haven't used one of these in ages!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.
What followed was a display that I could only describe as both ridiculous and impressive. Ambrose began to twirl the electrified nunchaku with surprising skill, each movement punctuated by a theatrical battle cry that echoed through the lab. As he swung the weapon, he started counting in French, his voice rising with each number.
"Un! Deux! Trois! Quatre! Cinq! Six! Sept! Huit! Neuf! Dix!"
With each count, Ambrose struck down an enemy, the lightning nunchucks leaving trails of electricity in their wake. It was a bizarre yet effective display of martial prowess, somehow managing to be both elegant and deadly.
Not to be outdone, Wolfgang summoned a familiar-looking scythe - one I recognized as belonging to Edwin Black's daughter, Felicia. With a practiced motion, he threw the scythe like a boomerang, its curved blade whistling through the air as it cleaved through the last remaining enemies. The weapon returned to his hand with a satisfying 'thwack', and he twirled it once before dismissing it back into whatever ethereal space he stored his weapons.
As the dust settled and the last echoes of battle faded, we surveyed the now-cleared area. Bodies of our defeated foes littered the ground, some still twitching from residual electricity.
"Well," I said, trying to catch my breath, "that was... something."
Wolfgang flashed me a grin, his eyes still alight with battle fervor. "Just another day at the office, right?"
I couldn't help but shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips despite my best efforts. "Your 'office' is certainly more exciting than most, I'll give you that."
With the immediate threat neutralized, we moved on to search for any captives. The lab was a maze of corridors and rooms, each one potentially holding innocent demons trapped by this mysterious organization.
As we turned a corner, we encountered a sight that made both Wolfgang and Ambrose stop in their tracks. A girl with vibrant green hair and a notably large bust stood before us, looking slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed. From the way both demon boys reacted, it was clear they had met this girl before.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
As we turned the corner, my eyes widened in surprise. There, standing before us, was a familiar face I hadn't expected to see in this shithole of a lab.
"Aye yi yi yi! They even took you here, Mademoiselle Anna?!" Ambrose exclaimed, his voice a mix of concern and disbelief.
Anna, her vibrant green hair slightly disheveled but otherwise looking unharmed, blinked at us in confusion. "Umm... when Phantasma and Alecky were drinking, we passed out and ended up here," she replied, her voice soft and uncertain.
I couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh. "Jesus... your friend needs some explaining to do," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "But, let's save that until we get the fuck out of here. By the way, where are the others?"
As Anna glanced around, trying to recall any information about other captives, I found myself thinking about her unique situation. Anna and Phantasma, two beings sharing one body - it was a concept that still fascinated me, even after all this time.
During the day, Anna was in control, her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to the mischievous Phantasma who emerged at night. Phantasma, a Succubus who had lost her physical form, had managed to keep her soul intact through a Dream Core. But she wasn't your typical 'sex fiend' - a term I used for other Incubi and Succubi, though I knew it was a bit derogatory.
Phantasma's abilities were something else entirely. Her tongue, marked with a magic circle, could put victims into a trance, allowing her to manipulate their memories and actions to a certain degree. Even more impressively, she could push her entranced victims to unleash their full power, though at a considerable cost to their psyche.
I glanced at Ambrose, noticing the slight furrow in his brow. Even he, an Incubus himself, was wary of Phantasma's abilities. Her playful and mischievous nature made her unpredictable, a wild card in any situation.
"I... I don't think there were others," Anna finally said, pulling me from my thoughts. "At least, I didn't see anyone else when I woke up. If anything, we helped each other escape this lab until you guys showed up."
I nodded, making a mental note to do a final sweep of the area before we left. "Alright, let's get moving then. We've overstayed our welcome in this place."
As we made our way through the winding corridors of the lab, I kept a watchful eye on Anna. Despite the chaos of her situation, she seemed remarkably calm. It was a testament to how well she and Phantasma got along, I supposed. Their symbiotic relationship was unusual, but it worked for them.
Finally, we emerged from the lab into the cool night air. A VTOL transport was waiting for us, its engines humming softly in the darkness. As we approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Another successful mission, another group of innocents saved from whatever nefarious plans this organization had in store.
Anna runs a fortune-telling shop in Yomihara, which surprised me given the slum-like conditions of the area. Her merger with Phantasma was an accident that went horribly right thanks to a rogue Succubus named Lilim, and is probably likely responsible for Phantasma losing her original form. I found myself wondering what Phantasma looked like before fusing with Anna, but quickly shook off the thought. We had more pressing matters at hand.
As we boarded the VTOL, I considered our next move. My initial instinct was to take Anna and Phantasma to Fuuma's place. The cyclops had a habit of sheltering benevolent demons in his fancy house, including Lilim herself and even the chimera girl who was apparently my old man's artificial spawn, the same one who ate the Momochi doppelganger's corpse in Kotrara, no less. It seemed like the logical choice.
"No, Wolfgang," Rin said, her voice steady and determined. "Anna and Phantasma should stay with us in my house."
I blinked, taken aback by her insistence. "Are you sure about this, Rin? I mean, Fuuma-chin's place is better, not to mention he's got such a sense of hospitality..."
I glanced at Anna, who was looking between us with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. She offered a small, grateful smile. "If it's not too much trouble, we'd be honored to accept your hospitality," she said softly.
Ambrose, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, chimed in with a theatrical sigh. "Ah, another lovely lady joining with Mademoiselle Rin's household. How delightful!"
I rolled my eyes at his antics, but couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about Rin's decision. It wasn't like her to be so impulsive, especially when it came to demons. There had to be more to this than she was letting on.
As the VTOL descended towards Rin's house, I found myself mulling over the situation. Anna and Phantasma's unique abilities could be both a blessing and a curse. Having them close by might prove useful, but it also meant more responsibility and potential danger.
The transport touched down, and as we disembarked, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Rin's insistence than met the eye. As Anna stepped out, looking around with wide-eyed wonder at Rin's impressive home, I leaned in close to Rin.
"What the hell is Rin trying to pull this time...?" I whispered, careful not to let the others hear, as I return back to my human form.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint - present]
The flashback faded away, and I found myself back in the present moment, the memories of our recent adventure still fresh in my mind. I took a deep breath, grounding myself in the here and now.
"Now to return to where this one-shot began," I said, more to myself than anyone else. "As you can see, Rin and I had to shelter Anna and Phantasma here for the rest of the night before she can return to Yomihara tomorrow. While I'm busy recollecting the entire ordeal, Rin is the one doing the cooking."
I glanced towards the kitchen, where I could hear the clatter of pots and pans and smell the enticing aroma of Rin's cooking. It brought a small smile to my face, despite the complexity of our current situation.
"The fact that two-in-one beings can burn calories twice than usual, I advised her to cook some heavy meals. That's quite a lot though," I mused, running a hand through my hair. "The fact that I'll be spending a night with two overly curvaceous ladies had me thinking..."
I paused, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as I addressed an unseen presence. "You really want me to get into a threesome with them, aren't ya? You must've gotten a boner or two from writing this short story and Chapters 4 and 5 of Volume 2. Gehehehehe. Sick bastard. Anyway, I wanna see how this'll play out."
Shaking my head at my own antics, I decided it was time to leave the workshop and join the others for dinner. As I made my way to the dining area, I could hear laughter and cheerful conversation coming from the kitchen.
Upon entering, I was greeted by a sight that made me pause. Rin wasn't alone in her cooking endeavors; Anna was there too, helping to prepare the meal. But as I watched, a subtle change came over our guest. Her vibrant green hair faded to a stark white, her eyes following suit. Phantasma had taken over.
It was always a bit jarring to witness the transition, even though I'd seen it before. Phantasma, true to her succubus nature, usually manifested with horns and wings, but tonight she seemed to be keeping a lower profile. I couldn't help but wonder if that was out of consideration for Rin or simply a personal choice.
Rin turned to me, a slight smirk on her face. "For a second there we're going to start dinner without you. In fact, I can even hear your rambling around in your workshop for the past hour that even Anna and Phantasma are laughing at your nonsensical rants."
I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. "What?! I do this all the time, as breaking the fourth wall is my hobby!" I protested, moving to take my seat at the table. I reached for the bowl of rice and the chicken alfredo, my stomach growling in anticipation.
Rin's eyes narrowed slightly. "And mind your table manners, Wolfgang. I might suspect you might smell the food of any aphrodisiac!"
My face turned an even deeper shade of red at her insinuation. "Jesus, Rin! Cut it out! I'm only paranoid when I get serious. But, not in a time like this!"
Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for Rin. Her sharp tongue and take-charge attitude were part of what drew me to her in the first place. We bickered like an old married couple, even though we weren't even married yet!
Phantasma, still in control of Anna's body, watched our exchange with obvious amusement. Her white eyes sparkled with mirth, and I could see she was struggling to hold back laughter.
As we settled in to eat, I couldn't help but observe our guests. True to my earlier assumption, Anna and Phantasma seemed to be burning through calories at an alarming rate. They ate with a gusto that was almost comical, yet somehow managed to maintain an air of grace about it.
"So, Phantasma," I said between bites, curiosity getting the better of me, "how are you finding your stay so far? I know it's not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it's comfortable enough."
Phantasma paused in her eating, a sly smile crossing her face. "Oh, it's quite lovely," she purred, her voice a stark contrast to Anna's softer tones. "Though I must say, the company is the real treat. It's not every day we get to dine with such... interesting individuals."
I caught the way her eyes flickered between Rin and me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her words than simple politeness. But before I could dwell on it, Rin spoke up.
"We're glad to have you here," she said, her tone warm but with an underlying current of... something I couldn't quite place. "It's important that you're somewhere safe, especially given the recent events."
As the conversation flowed, touching on lighter topics and steering clear of the danger we'd all recently faced, I found myself pondering Rin's decision to bring Anna and Phantasma here. There was still something about it that didn't quite add up, a piece of the puzzle I was missing.
Then, later that night, the atmosphere in the house shifted. Rin, with a glint in her eye that I'd rarely seen before, invited Phantasma into our bedroom. I found myself unexpectedly roped into this situation as well. As the realization dawned on me, I finally understood why Rin had been so insistent on bringing Anna and Phantasma here. With a Succubus as our guest, and Phantasma being the sex fiend that she is, this night was bound to take an interesting turn.
Rin, usually so composed and professional, revealed a side of herself I'd only glimpsed in our private moments. She began to undress Phantasma, exposing her dark skin, her movements both tender and purposeful. I watched, transfixed, as Rin's hands explored Phantasma's curves, paying special attention to her ample breasts. It was a mesmerizing sight, two beautiful women locked in an intimate embrace. I'd never seen anything quite like it before.
Phantasma's lips curled into a mischievous smile as Rin's fingers worked their magic. "Wow," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure, "I never thought I'd see a Taimanin showing her naughty side."
As I observed this unexpected scene unfolding before me, I became aware of a faint presence in the back of my mind. It was Anna's consciousness, reaching out telepathically to Phantasma. Being well-versed in various mystical arts, including telepathy, I found myself able to tune into their conversation.
Anna's mental voice was tinged with panic. "Phantasma, don't! Mr. Wolfgang is right in front of-"
I decided to interject, hoping to ease Anna's concerns. "It's okay," I projected softly, my thoughts directed at Anna. "Let her enjoy it. This is essentially what she lives for."
Anna's confusion was palpable. "This doesn't make sense. I thought you and Miss Rin were living together."
I chuckled inwardly at her innocence. "You two are the third wheel here. So there's nothing to be alarmed about," I explained. Then, feeling a sudden urge to impart some wisdom, I continued, "You know, I've been celibate for centuries. It wasn't until I met Rin that I finally understood what it feels like to truly connect with someone. Finding an ideal partner isn't easy, but experiences like this can help you bloom in your pride as a woman."
As Rin and Phantasma continued their sensual exploration, their fingers now teasing and caressing each other's nipples, I found myself compelled to offer Anna some advice about sex and future relationships.
"If you want to be stronger, then embrace your sexuality," I began, my mental voice taking on a tone of sage-like wisdom. "Do it morning, noon, and night. Do it before and after meals. Keep going until your partner is exhausted, until they can barely stand! Don't stop until there's nothing left to give! Rinse and repeat. Bloom into a true woman, and push your limits and those of your partner. Let yourself be taken until your lover tires, but leave them always wanting more. Become a woman that no man can fully consume."
As I shared these thoughts with Anna, I reflected on my own journey. My intimate moments with Rin had not only rekindled my confidence but had also reignited my passion for fighting. It had worked wonders for me, both in and out of the bedroom.
Within moments, Rin's nimble fingers found their way to my pants, swiftly undoing the button and zipper. She pulled them down, exposing my cock, which was already stiff after witnessing her and Phantasma's sensual display. The cool air of the room brushed against my skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.
Phantasma, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, moved towards me with a predatory grace. Her eyes, gleaming with desire, locked onto my erect member. Without hesitation, she lowered her head, her soft lips parting to engulf my length. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, and I couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Rin positioned herself beside me, her lithe body pressing against mine. I turned my attention to her, marveling at the soft curves of her breasts. Leaning in, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Rin's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lavished attention on her chest.
As I suckled and teased Rin's breasts, I focused my energy, manifesting a small sphere of vibrating power at my fingertips. It was a technique I'd perfected over time, one that never failed to drive Rin wild. With careful precision, I traced the vibrating sphere around the lips of Rin's pussy, feeling her body tense and quiver at my touch.
Rin's nipples had grown swollen and hard, partly from my ministrations and partly from her earlier interactions with Phantasma. As I continued to suck and tease, I was surprised to taste a drop of sweet milk on my tongue. It was rare for Rin to lactate, and the unexpected sensation sent a jolt of arousal through me.
Phantasma, still working her magic on my cock, hummed with approval, sending vibrations through my shaft. Her skilled tongue danced along my length, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.
The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure - soft moans, wet slurps, and the occasional gasp. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal, heightening our senses and intensifying every touch.
As the sensations built, I found myself torn between the exquisite feeling of Phantasma's mouth and my desire to pleasure Rin further. My fingers continued their dance around Rin's sensitive folds, the vibrating sphere eliciting soft whimpers from her.
As the heat of passion continued to build, the girls swiftly changed positions. Rin, her eyes gleaming with desire, moved to take Phantasma's place. She lowered her head, her soft lips wrapping around my throbbing member. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I turned my attention to Phantasma, the dark-skinned succubus now positioned beside me. Her voluptuous form was a stark contrast to Rin's lithe figure, but no less enticing. I brought my hand to her crotch, summoning the vibrating sphere of energy at my fingertips once more.
With practiced precision, I traced the pulsating orb around Phantasma's sensitive folds, mirroring the technique I had used on Rin moments ago. The effect was immediate; Phantasma's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through her.
As I continued to tease her with one hand, I leaned in, my mouth finding one of Phantasma's full breasts. My tongue swirled around her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. I suckled gently, alternating between light flicks and more insistent pulls.
To my surprise, I felt a faint tremor run through Phantasma's body that seemed separate from her reactions to my ministrations. It dawned on me that Anna, whose consciousness was still present, was experiencing the sensations alongside Phantasma. The realization added an unexpected layer of intimacy to our encounter.
"How does it feel, Anna?" I projected mentally, curious about her experience. "Is it overwhelming?"
There was a moment of silence before Anna's timid voice echoed in my mind. "It's... intense," she admitted, her mental voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I've never felt anything like this before."
As I continued to pleasure Phantasma, I could sense Anna's growing excitement mingling with Phantasma's more experienced responses. It was a unique dynamic, one that added an extra thrill to our passionate encounter.
Meanwhile, Rin's skilled mouth worked its magic on my cock, her tongue tracing patterns along my shaft as she bobbed her head. I couldn't help but marvel at her enthusiasm, so different from her usual composed demeanor.
The room was filled with a symphony of pleasure - soft moans, wet sounds, and the occasional gasp or whimper. The air grew thick with the scent of our arousal, heightening every sensation and driving us to new heights of ecstasy.
As the night wore on, we explored each other's bodies with fervor, switching positions and trying new techniques.
Rin sat in front of me, her body warm and inviting as I felt my length inside her. She began to move, bouncing slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of love and lust that made my heart race.
Phantasma positioned herself in front of us, her gaze hungry as she leaned in towards Rin's chest. Without hesitation, she took one of Rin's breasts into her mouth, suckling gently. To our surprise, a small trickle of sweet milk began to flow.
"Oh," Rin gasped, her voice breathy with pleasure. "I didn't expect that."
Phantasma hummed appreciatively, continuing her ministrations with renewed enthusiasm. The sight of it was incredibly arousing, adding to the intense sensations I was already feeling.
An idea struck me then, born from the heat of the moment. I gently guided Rin's head down towards her other breast. "Why don't you try it too?" I suggested softly.
Rin hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. But curiosity and arousal won out, and she lowered her mouth to her own nipple. As she began to suckle, her eyes widened in surprise.
"It's... sweet," she murmured, her voice muffled.
The image before me was intoxicating - Rin bouncing on my lap, Phantasma and Rin herself both drinking from her breasts. It was a level of intimacy I had never experienced before, and it drove me to thrust harder, matching Rin's increasingly frantic pace.
Rin's moans grew louder, muffled only by her own breast. Phantasma's free hand wandered down to tease Rin's clit, adding another layer of sensation to our shared pleasure.
As our passion reached its peak, I could feel Rin tightening around me. Her body shuddered, and I knew she was close. With a few more powerful thrusts, I felt my own release building.
"Rin," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "I'm going to-"
She nodded frantically, unable to speak but communicating her consent clearly. With a final thrust, I felt myself explode inside her, my vision going white with the intensity of my orgasm.
Rin cried out, her own climax washing over her in waves. Phantasma, ever the skilled lover, continued her attentions until Rin was trembling with oversensitivity.
As we came down from our shared high, I pulled Rin close, kissing her deeply. The taste of her milk lingered on her lips, a reminder of the unique experience we had just shared.
Phantasma sat back, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Well," she purred, "that was certainly... educational."
I couldn't help but chuckle, still catching my breath. "Indeed it was," I agreed, my arms wrapped around Rin's waist.
I felt a sudden urge to reveal another side of myself to Anna and Phantasma. My beast form, a part of me that I had long struggled to accept, was something Rin had helped me embrace. Still, I hesitated, unsure of how they would react.
"There's something else I want to show you," I said, my voice low and slightly uncertain. "It's... a different side of me."
Phantasma's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, Mr. Wolfgang."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "It's better if I show you."
Closing my eyes, I let the transformation wash over me. I felt my muscles expand, my limbs stretch and elongate. Blue fur sprouted across my body, covering me entirely except for a patch of yellow on my chest and abdomen. When I opened my eyes, I saw Anna and Phantasma staring at me in awe.
"So that's how you look like," Phantasma mused, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "What a cute face."
I couldn't help but chuckle, though I felt a hint of embarrassment coloring my cheeks. "You don't say?" I replied, my voice a deeper growl in this form.
Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself wanting to continue our passionate encounter. The acceptance in their eyes, mirroring what I had seen in Rin's when she first saw this form, bolstered my confidence.
I moved to lie down on the bed, my larger form taking up more space than before. Phantasma, her eyes gleaming with desire, climbed on top of me. Rin settled beside me, her hand gently stroking my fur.
"It's your turn," Rin said to Phantasma, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Phantasma didn't need to be told twice. She positioned herself over me, her body trembling with anticipation. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my length, which had grown proportionally with my transformation.
I gasped as I felt her warmth envelop me. Phantasma's eyes widened, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took me in fully. She paused for a moment, adjusting to my size.
"Oh my," she breathed, her voice husky with pleasure. "This is... quite something."
Gradually, Phantasma began to move, bouncing against my hips. The sensation was incredible, heightened by my beast form's enhanced senses. I could feel every movement, every tremor that ran through her body.
Rin watched us, her eyes dark with arousal. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. The contrast between her soft lips and Phantasma's movements created a delicious sensory overload.
As Phantasma rode me, I could sense Anna's presence in the background of their shared consciousness. Her shy curiosity mixed with Phantasma's experienced pleasure, creating a unique dynamic that only added to the intensity of the moment.
"How does it feel, Anna?" I projected mentally, curious about her experience with my beast form.
There was a pause before Anna's timid voice responded in my mind. "It's... different. Intense. I've never felt anything like this before."
Phantasma's movements became more frantic, her breaths coming in short gasps. I reached up, my larger hands easily spanning her waist, guiding her movements.
Rin, not content with just watching, moved to straddle my face. I eagerly obliged, my tongue, longer and more flexible in this form, exploring her folds. The taste of her arousal, mixed with the lingering sweetness of her milk, was intoxicating.
The room was filled with a symphony of pleasure - moans, gasps, and the wet sounds of our lovemaking. The scent of our combined arousal hung heavy in the air, driving us to new heights of ecstasy.
As Phantasma's movements became more frantic, I could feel the tension building within both of us. Her gasps and moans grew louder, her body trembling with each bounce. I gripped her hips tighter, my claws careful not to break her skin as I guided her rhythm.
Rin, still straddling my face, ground against my muzzle, her fingers tangled in my fur. My tongue, longer and more dexterous in this form, explored her folds with enthusiasm, savoring her unique taste.
I could sense Anna's presence growing stronger in the shared consciousness, her shy curiosity giving way to unbridled pleasure. The dual sensations of Phantasma's experienced passion and Anna's newfound ecstasy added an intoxicating layer to our encounter.
"Oh, Wolfgang," Phantasma moaned, her voice a mix of her usual sultry tone and Anna's softer timbre. "We're so close..."
I redoubled my efforts, thrusting up to meet Phantasma's downward motions. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound barely audible over our combined cries of pleasure.
Rin's thighs tightened around my head as she neared her peak. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice breathy and urgent.
The room was thick with the scent of our arousal, heightening every sensation. I could feel my own release building, a familiar pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
Suddenly, Phantasma threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy tearing from her throat. Her inner walls clamped down around me, pulsing with the force of her orgasm. The dual voices of Phantasma and Anna mingled in a symphony of pleasure.
The sight and sound of their climax, combined with Rin's soft whimpers above me, pushed me over the edge. As my own orgasm crashed over me, I felt the familiar tingling sensation of transformation.
In a blur of sensations, my body shifted and changed. My fur receded, my muscles contracted, and my form returned to its human state. The abrupt change, coupled with the intensity of my release, left me gasping and trembling.
Phantasma collapsed onto my chest, her breath coming in quick pants. Rin moved from her position, curling up beside me, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
As the passion of our encounter subsided, I found myself lying at the center of the bed, sandwiched between two beautiful women. Rin was curled up on my left side, her breathing soft and even, while Phantasma lay on my right, her body still warm from our exertions.
The room was quiet now, save for the gentle sound of breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets. The scent of our lovemaking lingered in the air, a heady reminder of the night's activities.
As we settled into a comfortable silence, my thoughts turned to Anna and Phantasma's impending departure. I knew the dangers that lurked in Yomihara all too well, and worry gnawed at my gut.
Focusing my mind, I reached out to Anna's consciousness with a gentle mental touch. "You guys be careful out there when you leave tomorrow," I projected, my concern evident even in my thoughts. "Yomihara is a dangerous place, even for innocent demons like yourselves. I know you've run into trouble more than once."
There was a moment of silence before Anna's timid voice responded in my mind. "We will," she assured me, her mental voice tinged with gratitude. "Besides, Phantasma will take over if we're put in a tight spot."
I couldn't help but smile at her confidence in her other half. "Glad to hear that," I replied, feeling some of my worry ease.
To my surprise, Phantasma's voice suddenly chimed in, despite her apparent slumber. "Hey, Mr. Wolfgang," she purred, her mental voice carrying the same sultry tone as her physical one. "Let's do that again sometime. That was really fun."
I chuckled softly, careful not to disturb Rin. "Sure," I responded, both amused and flattered by her enthusiasm. "You can visit here if you like. Ambrose will surely help guide you to Rin's house."
As an afterthought, I added, "Tomorrow and beyond, Rin and I will be focused on our own respective obligations, but you're always welcome here."
With that settled, I allowed myself to relax fully. The warmth of Rin and Phantasma on either side of me was comforting, and I found my eyelids growing heavy.
[From Rin's viewpoint]
The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, Anna and Phantasma had already disappeared. The warmth of their presence lingered, but the room felt emptier without them. I assumed they had returned to Yomihara, given Anna's work as a fortune teller in that dangerous place. Those two, despite being two beings in one body, had been like a welcome third wheel in our relationship. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing I had taken advantage of both them and Wolfgang to satisfy our collective lust - mine and Phantasma's, the latter being a Succubus after all.
Pushing aside my conflicting emotions, I turned my attention to Wolfgang. His head was nestled close to my chest, his breathing deep and even. I gently traced my thumb over his short, messy dark-blue hair, marveling at how soft it felt between my fingers. It was moments like these that reminded me of how much he had changed since we first met.
My mother had always spoken highly of Wolfgang, and as I delved deeper into his past, I came to understand why. The abrasive, belligerent fighter from his prime had mellowed out, revealing layers of complexity I never expected. We had become a couple, but outwardly, we maintained a careful distance, keeping our relationship hidden to protect our respective professions.
After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Wolfgang's eyes fluttered open. His gaze, still hazy with sleep, met mine.
"I assume those two left?" he groaned, his voice husky from sleep. "Probably used magic to make a quick warp on the way back to Yomihara. Don't worry, those two will visit us if they want to."
His casual acceptance of the situation made my guilt resurface. "Wolfgang, I... I should be apologizing for taking advantage of both you and those two-"
Before I could finish, he pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Shhh," he murmured, his eyes softening. "It's fine. I know that this was going to happen. But, that's the way it is. It's not that I want to turn that down. Not to mention, Phantasma wants it. And she was happy and enjoyed the entire night. Getting into a threesome was already insane in and of itself, but it's another night that I don't want to forget."
His words washed over me, easing some of my concerns. But Wolfgang wasn't finished. He continued, his voice taking on a more reflective tone.
"Like what you said before, Rin, the game of love between people - humans and demons alike, regardless of sex - can be more important than justice at times. And I've learned many things from all those moments we shared together."
He paused, his gaze becoming distant as if looking beyond our bedroom walls. "There will be those who don't understand and try to meddle in our affairs, or even those of other couples. Hell, even other simps who spend nights jerking off from watching too much porn and hentai will never truly comprehend the fact that sex is more than just a rite of passage for a man and woman."
His blunt words made me chuckle despite myself. It was so typically Wolfgang - crude yet insightful.
"The way I see it," he continued, his voice growing passionate, "it's a way of life - enough to turn wimps into real men when they get to actually experience it. You may get tired of it and leave it for a while. But it's going to stick with you for the rest of your life."
As I listened to him speak, I found myself nodding in agreement. What he said was undeniably true, his actions and words making a valid point, no matter how crazy they might sound to an outsider. This was the Wolfgang I had fallen for - a man of contradictions, capable of surprising depth and understanding beneath his rough exterior.
He then took my hand and gave a gentle kiss. "The morning is still young. How about we do what we do best?"
"Just the two of us?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
"Yeah," Wolfgang replied, his voice low and warm.
I had no missions scheduled for the day, and the thought of spending uninterrupted time with Wolfgang was irresistible. Our eyes met, and I saw the same desire reflected in his gaze.
As I felt his kiss on my hand, his lips began a slow, tantalizing journey. They brushed against my wrist, then trailed up my arm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. My breath hitched as he reached my shoulder, his stubble grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
Wolfgang's lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. He lingered there, his breath hot against my skin, before slowly making his way up to my jaw.
I turned my head, eager to meet his lips with mine. When our mouths finally connected, it was like a spark igniting. The kiss was slow and deep, filled with all the unspoken emotions between us. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as we lost ourselves in the moment.
When we finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Wolfgang rested his forehead against mine. "I love you, Rin," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.
"I love you too, Wolfgang," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for this complex, surprising man who had become such an essential part of my life.
In the midst of our intimate moment, I found myself lost in thought, contemplating the journey that had brought us together. As I gazed into Wolfgang's eyes, I couldn't help but voice these reflections aloud.
"Our paths may have been different," I began softly, my fingers tracing the contours of his face, "but they led us to this moment, to each other. I used to think it was fate, but now I'm not so sure. Meeting you... it's like I've been given a chance to look back at my past, to face it, even if just for a moment. You've helped me put the darkest, lowest points of my life behind me and move forward."
Wolfgang listened intently, his hand resting gently on my waist. I could see the emotions playing across his face - understanding, empathy, and something deeper that made my heart flutter.
"The world can be so cruel and unforgiving," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "But being with you has reminded me that people can change. That there's still hope for a world of love and peace, as long as we keep fighting to make it possible."
I reached out, tracing a scar on his shoulder - a reminder of one of his many battles. "Your imperfections, your determination, your successes... even these scars that tell your story - they're what make you who you are. They define you as a real man, Wolfgang. Not just a fighter or a bounty hunter, but a person who's lived and learned and grown."
Wolfgang's eyes softened at my words, and he pulled me closer. I nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and understood.
"For once," I murmured against his chest, "let's just take the time to really know each other. To talk about everything, no matter how trivial it might seem. I want to treasure every moment, every conversation, every shared silence with you."
I looked up at him, my heart full of emotion. "I will love you forever, my proud and noble wolf. No matter what challenges we face, no matter how our paths may diverge and reconnect, my love for you will remain constant."
Wolfgang's response was to pull me into a deep, tender kiss. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine. "Rin," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "you've given me something I never thought I'd have - a future worth fighting for. I promise you, I'll treasure every moment too."
As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The world outside might be chaotic and unpredictable, but here, in this moment, everything felt right. We had found each other against all odds, and together, we could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Footnotes & Trivia:
- Wolfgang's ability to summon and use other Taimanin characters' weapons will serve as the basis for the Excalibur XX in Devil Factor, which is basically based on Noctis' royal arms from Final Fantasy XV. The following weapons Wolfgang can use are the following:
1. Dark Flame (Ingrid's sword)
2. Laevatein (Ragnarok's sword)
3. Eleonor's Water Orbs
4. Spinel's greatsword
5. Hellebarde (Lapis' halberd)
6. Astaroth's bracelets
7. Lina's Sakura Tempest
8. Felicia's Shadow Blade
9. Paradis Retrouve (Ambrose's rapier; an entirely new weapon exclusively to Ambrose)
10. Francis' spiked club
11. Vajrayaksa (Annerose's dark blade)