TLH Chapter 13: Tricked
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"...I'm sorry what?" Bell replied, stunned by Takmikazuchi's request.
"Takemikazuchi sama, I cannot agree to this request!" Ouka immediately protested, his thick brows furrowing, "Why must we lower our heads to him? We were completely fine before this!"
"...We were completely fine but is it enough?" Take asked, " Ouka, I understand that it doesn't feel right to take orders from someone else, especially as you are the captain. But surely, you can no longer deny Bell Cranel's prowess."
"..."
"I trust you guys completely, hence why when you were making moves into the middle floors I had agreed; I still do. But as your God, I cannot help but worry for your safety. Especially when it comes to being attacked, having someone of his stature is incredibly reassuring." He turned to Bell, "Will you abuse your authority?"
He's a good God. Heh, totally unlike Gramps.
"The vassal system makes me a commander of an army, not an owner." Bell retorted, "I swear to you that I won't. Nothing will limit your freedom. Except for your ability to betray me of course."
"I have confirmed your words to be true." Take flashed a bright smile, his arms already tingling to give Bell a big hug.
Bell was quite serious when he swore to never take chances again; he'd make sure that those he did fight alongside were trustworthy. Especially, in the dungeon city, where the riches lie; the people are most likely to be greedy.
*Sigh* "There's nothing I can do to change your mind is there?" Ouka reluctantly accepted.
"Ouka dono, please. Takemikazuchi sama is saying this for our good." Mikoto tried to convince the captain. Of course, they knew Take wouldn't ever force them into doing something they do not want to do, but rarely did he ever voice his opinions in such matters. Exemplifying that when he chose to do so, he was doing it for their benefit.
"Yes yes, you don't need to defend your boyfriend Mikoto."
"B-B-boyfriend?!" The girl flushed red from the preposterous suggestion. "H-He's not my boyfriend yet!"
"Yet?"
Mikoto stammered again, steam beginning to escape from her eyes, "Hawawa…Ouka dono!"
… Heh, easy.
The divine contract was one bound not just to one's heart to it but also to the soul.
The metaphysical entity-which is the foundation of every being joined by both the divine and the non-divine.
It was an oath through which absolute trust could be achieved, and should the divine also have a familia then by extension they were brought in as well.
It was the method Bell opted to use whenever he was making a deal with the divine. While he knew Takemikazuchi was one of the ones that wouldn't betray him, past experience has taught him one thing.
The deities were damn cunning.
They wouldn't let even the smallest of gaps go unexploited, and in several missions, he had been tricked.
Why the divine had any attachments to Earthly possessions, he had no idea.
"...And done, the contract has been forged." Bell grinned, shaking hands with Takemikazuchi on the matter. "We'll celebrate this new partnership tonight but for now, I believe Haruhime and Aisha should get a falna on their backs."
"H-huh?" Haruhime's eyes widened, the girl had remained quiet for the duration of the discussion, since she clearly know of the matter.
All she knew was that Bell was of the Zeus Familia- the one and only- and that her friends were here again.
"What? Do you think you guys will last long unblessed?"
"N-no it's just that I was under the impression that…" she trailed off; seeing Mikoto shake her head.
Seeing her tilt her head was rather adorable, but Bell didn't voice that thought. He didn't want to explain everything either, so he'd trust Mikoto or something to explain the situation.
"Wait up, I get Haruhime, but why me too?" Aisha questioned, clearly confused.
"You don't want to?" Bell asked, before turning and grabbing Haruhime like a doll and showing the glistening emerald orbs. "Even after seeing her tears like this?"
"Urk…"
"...Aisha san," Haruhime whined, her ears drooping. The vicious attack of a cute fox with watering eyes proved to be effective and defeated Aisha whose body sagged in defeat.
"Fine fine, I'm not gonna go anywhere dumb fox."
"Yay!" Bell cheered, raising Haruhime up, the Renard only now realising the close physical proximity of a man and…
Promptly passing out.
"Ah well, after you are done with that, do go over to the Apollo Familia mansion."
Mikoto's face cringed, "Why do we have to go there?" She asked with a particular distaste which he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Why it's your new house of course."
"..."
"..."
"WHAT?!"
Bell had no use for Apollo's mansion; he'd just thought to take everything he could since if he didn't, the guild would just repossess them anyways.
And as much as he didn't care for it, he'd rather use it himself than give it to the fat pig of an elf that's their leader.
Now, he had the brilliant idea to use the resources from Apollo to fund his "Bell is always right" foundation, or rather, the vassal familia system.
Of course, he could think of one particular familia that is in great need of valis.
Was it considered buying people into a familia?
…Maybe.
Did he care?
No.
Of course not, after all, he only brought in people for mutual benefit.
The Blue Pharmacy was a great place for potions… on certain days.
It was a coin with both a good side and a bad side, if you are lucky, you will see Miach on the till.
When he's there, not only will the potions be good, but if he knows you then he may even give freebies.
If it's Naaza…
Well, money will disappear from your wallet, whether you like it or not. And the potions nine out of ten times are going to be dilute.
Honestly, it wasn't like Bell couldn't sympathise with Naaza on the matter, after all, having to compete against someone like the Dea Saint was no short task, and to have a God like Miach on top of that?
Business…would be disastrous.
As it is in reality; it wasn't that Bell couldn't see why Naaza was diluting these potions, to save some material cost.
"Welcom-Oh…it's just Bell." Naaza greeted tiredly, the chienthrope's languid tail picked up just a little bit of pace in its wagging.
"Oh sorry, were you hoping for someone else?" Bell chuckled.
"No no, please, spend some money…we need it."
"Actually talking about the money, I am here to talk about the business proposal with Miach sama. Is he present?"
"Yes, let me call him." Naaza paused, seemingly taking a deep breath before Miach came out.
"Oh hello, Bell." Miach appeared from behind the pharmacy. "I see you came by as promised, would you like to sit somewhere?"
Bell shook his head politely, "No Miach sama that's not necessary. All that I wished to discuss is contained here, please give it a read, I think you'd find this proposal quite…beneficial."
Miach quirked an eyebrow at his exact phrasing, though it didn't take long to find out.
"This…" He was rendered speechless. "Bell I can't accept this, it's too much. How did you even know about this?"
"What is it?" Naaza herself became curious.
"Bell's offering to pay the full 80 million valis for your…silver arm."
"!"
"Well, finish the entire sentence will you?" Bell asked, "I'm not doing it for free, I am asking you to join as vassals to the Zeus Familia."
"...Does that mean we only sell potions to you?" Naaza folded her arms, trying to learn more.
The deal sounded too good to be true, after all, 80 million valis isn't a sum that anyone can just throw around so lightly.
"No of course not, it just means that perhaps if I need your assistance I can call upon you and your familia. And maybe get potions a little cheaper."
It was hard to believe. Cheaper potions only? Why would he come here? Bell knew Naaza was diluting the potions; hell, he'd even hinted towards it.
Why would he do such a thing?
"How did you even know Bell?" Miach repeated; unsure of what to make of this opportunity.
"...Naaza always tends to avoid using her silver arm; earlier when she gave me the…experimental potions, I heard a very faint clink."
"Why?" Naaza asked; there was nothing for them to do if he knew.
Bell moved forward, immediately trespassing Naaza's personal space. His hands found a comfortable right under her chin, as his other arm looped around to her upper back.
A blush blossomed like the rosy petals of a sunseeker; as Bell leaned in. His thumb glided across her porcelain smooth skin.
Though…
For some reason…she didn't seem to back away.
Bell looked at her, with a wavering gentle look; his face leaning closer as Naaza's tail wagged furiously before,
"Because I care for you," he whispered with a hot breath.
And just like that he moved back to his original position. The chienthrope fell to the ground, and sat in a daze due to the fast progression of Bell's movements. Her mind reeling, in a futile attempt to brush off what he just did.
"...and they call me a natural gigolo," Miach commented light-heartedly. He had known that Bell was quite the charmer, after all, he was that Zeus's grandson.
But for his powers to be so…broken.
It didn't feel fair. But Miach knew that Bell was a good man, and should he be serious about his feelings (he couldn't tell just yet) then he'd gladly give Naaza his blessings.
"Well, the captain of the familia seems convinced to me," Bell smirked; glancing at Miach, who simply nodded before signing the contract and handing it to him. "Pleasure working with you."
"Likewise," Miach replied cordially.
"Oh, and if you guys want, you can move into the Apollo familia house since Takemikazuchi is also going to live there now, and to be honest…the place is too big for 6 people."
Miach pondered for a second before thinking that it was about time for his captain to get some friends after such a long while.
"Very well, we shall move in soon."
And with that Bell took his leave, heading back to the…Phallus Mansion.
…
Bell didn't know what irked him more,
The dumbass name of 'Phallus Mansion' or the 50 or so Apollo statues that he had found.
In just one room mind you.
How much does he stroke his own ego? Holy Zeus.
With the amount of raw material he found, he could easily build a stone house. Some of them were even made of bits of gold.
It was a good thing that he'd decided to come here first, before letting Takemikazuchi in. Had Mikoto seen this…she'd be suffering from nightmares for an entire week!
Speaking of, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of the Far Eastern Girl.
The girl's mind was so pure that he almost felt afraid to go near her. She was passionate and honest to a fault; when it came to friends, no one cared less than her.
She was a warrior, she'd preserve her pride; but to help out a friend, she'd selflessly leave her familia for an entire year. She had such an immense level of dedication to others, and frankly, it was amazing! Though he could do better had she not underestimated him so much but he doubted that she did it to belittle him.
Bell Cranel would not deny that over the weeks, she'd grown on him.
More than Ouka had at least.
But he couldn't say that he didn't harbour feelings for the girl. It's just that, his situation was a bit more…complex.
Even though Zeus actively pushed him for a harem, which he had mixed thoughts about, he was still very aware that he used to have a lot of enemies.
He still did.
And though he wouldn't call Mikoto and any potential lover he may have weak, he was still afraid of losing them.
Losing them just like…
Even if he didn't want to love anyone, he knew that one day there will come a time, when he will wish for another to be with him. And who's to say he'd even have anyone waiting for him at that time?
He didn't view a harem as a way to let out his pent-up sexual frustrations. He saw them as a larger…family.
One his child self always wished for, but never had.
He wished for the embrace of a mother but never got any. Experiencing the warmth of his lovers would definitely be something he didn't want to miss out on.
And if he could be the father he never had to many of his own kind then…what could be more beautiful than that?
Perhaps he was being selfish, perhaps greedy even. But Bell was the master of his destiny, and if he did end up having multiple wives or mistresses, he'd stop at nothing to satisfy them, in every way imaginable.
It could be anytime that he wished for it, who knew when he would finally be free to love?
And so, Bell walked out of the manor, having sent a letter for the Goibniu Familia, who specialised in this area, to fix the house up and change for those who'd be living here.
Yet as he absentmindedly walked he came upon another peculiar sight.
"Now come on! We have to go, it's not our house anymore." A redhead pulled on that girl he had knocked out.
What was her name again?
"Come on Cassandra!"
Right Cassandra Ilios.
"Hey guys what's up? Daphne and Cassandra san right?" Bell greeted amicably.
"Oh great now he's here," the redhead sighed, "Nothing much, just trying to piece our lives back together after you came and wrecked everything."
Bell rolled his eyes, "Ah yes sorry I liberated you from a pervert that was practically raping me with his eyes."
"Anyways, what are you two doing here?"
"She..*sigh* she forgot her pillow and she says it's here." Daphne let out another deep sigh.
"B-But Daphne chan it's here! I know it's here!" The blue-haired girl exclaimed, gripping the metal bars even tighter.
"You listen to me right?! We don't even know where we are going to sleep tonight, we don't have time to worry about your pillow!"
"Well…" Bell thought for a second, before crouching, getting to eye level with the tear-eyed woman. Her vert eyes looked back at him with a slight hint of curiosity. "You. When I first infiltrated the armoury, I heard what you were muttering…how did you know exactly what was going to happen?"
Cassandra looked away; unsure of whether to tell this man what she knew, "...I have prophetic dreams from time to time. Vague messages, weird, brutal scenes that seem hard to believe; but it ends up coming to fruition."
…
…
What?
To think he'd find one of the pieces here of all places.
"And you guys are still lost?"
He had to have her.
"It's because her dreams are a bunch of cryptic delusions. Who'd believe them?" Daphne harshly interrupted.
It didn't matter what anyone else thought.
The light in Cassandra's eyes seemingly died a little, as though she felt crushed at no one believing her.
"...I'd believe in you."
He needed her.
…
"What?" Cassandra asked, doubting her own hearing.
It was a must.
"I said I'd believe it. Your dreams," Bell repeated, "After all, had your familia even considered your prophecies, then they'd be able to resist for longer."
"..Y-You mean it?" Cassandra asked, leaning towards him. Her corpulent breasts pressed against him, tugging against the inner demons he'd kept locked behind.
"Yes." He barely maintained his composure, though he did stand up instead to prevent any…unfortunate accidents.
"Say, last time I asked, you had your loyalty with your familia. Now that Apollo's gone…who have you dedicated yourself to?"
Opportunistic as ever; Bell wouldn't such an advantage slip by. Orario didn't even realise what they were missing out on, and now?
Oh, charming lady luck…a piece has been found.
Oh, futile destiny…a prophet has been found.
Oh, wondrous fate…a rook has been found.
A very important piece of the puzzle would fall right into his hands.
Woeful warrior…
…
Hopeless dreamer…
…
Faithful Believer…
The Gates of Heaven are not yet closed.
…
Reach for it.
…
You, who shall sit on the throne made of red strings, and rule over fate.
You, who shall unite the pieces on the board.
Reach for it.
Obtain that which has slipped from the grasp of countless.
Too weak.
Too fragile.
Too naive.
…
Reach for your story; the songs of Elegia shall guard your stand.
Once more Bell found himself in a familiar corridor of pitch black darkness. Following blindly to the prayer room, he trusted that there wouldn't be a chipped floor tile.
I swear they keep extending this hall every damn-
"Welcome, Bell Cranel." Ouranos greeted. The God's trusted advisor, Fels stood by him.
"Right, greetings," Bell banished his previous thoughts, " You wanted to meet me?"
"Yes. Congratulations on your first win in Wargames…given how you are…I doubt it'll be the last one."
Okay, message received Ouranos.
"...I'll try my best to avoid trouble." Bell apologised; perhaps, he had gone a bit too far this time.
" Well no matter, the war wasn't of importance." Ouranos waved off, "I felt the creation of 2 new divine contracts within a single day… care to explain?"
Ouranos overall had been very patient with Bell, something that Bell was rather grateful for given the fact that he was the God of the city, and regardless of Bell's whims and needs, Ouranos was in all rights to kick him out if he so wished.
Yet he didn't, it wasn't because Bell was just that much of an asset; but rather because Ouranos was a tolerant God.
"Ouranos sama, you must know that I and Zeus sama have agreed to never have anyone join the familia again." Bell reminded. " Yet I'm not so audacious as to believe I can defeat the One Eyed Black Dragon by myself."
No, to do such a task he'd need allies.
Whether he liked it or not, he'd have grown faster than ever.
"Not everyone can grow at your rate Bell Cranel, your allies currently are too weak and will still be too weak in the future to do anything to the Black Dragon."
"Indeed milord, but the numbers are what I need at this stage. As much as I hate to say it, I'll need the cooperation from Loki and…Freya Familia," Bell uttered scornfully, " But all things considered they are too weak too, so I need to provide a big enough stimulus to get them off their lazy as-"
"Bell Cranel!" Fels admonished.
"-Lazy bottoms and go do some dungeon diving already."
"Be that as it may, I need you to control your behaviour. You have come to the city, and it's been a couple of months. In this duration, you have already joined a war game and made a good few enemies."
"...I apologise, but…" Bell paused, "...no. I'll improve my ways."
"..."
"Hm. Very well, it was for the small discussion is all, you should rest for now. I'll have Fels reach out to you when I need to call upon you."
"As you wish."
It was true that he'd need help from Loki and Freya's familia...but he'd make them pay before getting it.
Having finished his talk with Ouranos, Bell had chosen to take a detour to visit the guild. He could go to the dungeon…
Zeus knows what'd happen if Amid caught wind of it.
Besides, the longer he delayed seeing Eina, the worse his fate was going to be.
Now let's see…where is that massive pile of never ending pages…Ah, found it.
Bell crept towards the massive stacks of paper, their total height being so high that one would need a ladder to reach the top.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted Misha and as their eyes met, she immediately paled before seemingly offering a prayer to the Gods.
Oh no; that ain't good.
Turning back around Bell peered around the edge, he expected to see a messy bob of chestnut hair, and he-
…
Saw nothing.
That's weird, she'd never leave.
Though on top of her desk did lie an open book.
…I really shouldn't be doing this but…
He picked it up.
…
…
Dear Diary,
It has been 5 days since I've seen Bell Cranel, admittedly it is a bit concerning but I can understand that the dungeon might be time-consuming. It's times like this I hate being the powerless, weak guild employee that can do nothing but hope he's alright, but…I'm praying.
…
Dear Diary,
It has been 9 days since I've seen Bell Cranel. It is getting very concerning as to his disappearance but no one has heard a word! I asked Misha, Rose and even Sophie if they'd seen him and all of them said the same!
I'm beginning to fear the worst.
…
Dear Diary,
It has now been 14 days since I've seen Bell Cranel, having assumed the worst I went to his house. Yet I hadn't received any response. It seems…It seems he too…
…I suppose that being a solo adventurer wasn't the best idea after all.
…
Dear Diary,
It has now been 22 days since I've seen Bell Cranel, and I have come to terms with it. The first is always the hardest but everything that follows becomes easier I suppose.
I hope that he may be granted a better life in the cycle of reincarnation.
…
Dear Diary,
…
…
I saw him.
Why is he still alive?
Why is he suddenly at war with Apollo Familia?
Has he been fine all this time?
Has he… been…ignoring me?
Me?
Little ol' Eina, the only one in the entire damn guild that gave a shit about him?
No…right?
…
Dear Diary,
…
…
Bell, I'll mount your head on a pike.
Bell, die!
Bell, I hope you don't come here again.
…
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…
Don't let me see you.
…
For the first time in his life, Bell…was afraid.
Even more so, than that time he and his friends went into the forest to test their courage.
He had to run!
He had to escape!
He had t-
"Ara ara~" A hand fell on his shoulder.
Cold.
Fear inducing.
"Well if it isn't Cranel san."
Even with all his might, he couldn't shake it off.
A vice grip stronger than even Udaeus could muster.
"I'm so glad that you could find it in your oh so busy schedule to come meet someone as lowly as me."
This…this wasn't Eina, death was looking at him.
There was no escape.
"...Oi oi, you shithead. Look at me when I'm talking to you."
And for the first time today…Bell's body limped.
He had no choice but to give up.
"Now…why don't we have a chat. In private? Teehee…"
…
'Mom…I'm sorry but…I'm joining you soon.'
Bell's heart was pounding…to say the least.
The divine falna on his back ensured that he'd be stronger than most of the people. Hell, Eina wasn't even blessed.
But she had developed this random superpower, of trespassing past his defences and leaving some lethal damage…
In the form of an earful.
And that was when he went reckless usually, given how he hadn't shown his face around for a month or so…he couldn't help but worry for his life.
And now he was left in a room…all by himself and unable to defend against her.
Thick beads of sweat ran down the side of his face, the tense aura in the room tormented him with each passing second.
What was even more unnerving, wasn't her miffed expression.
But rather that she was smiling sweetly.
Sickeningly so!
"U-uh Eina san? I-"
"Now then, what was the purpose of visiting me? Cranel san." She interrupted rudely; though he wouldn't dare to call her out on it. Not when she went back to professional mode.
"I…I'm sorry." Bell jumped into the air and performed a dogeza.
"Ara, why would you apologise?" Eina asked, beaming at him a smile that still sent shivers down his spine. "It's not like you were morally obligated to come and see at least once in a while right? Nope. Never. Not a single time in an entire month!"
Her anger began to slip; the previously amicable smile curled into a devilish frown, and her emerald eyes glowed red, or at least to him they did.
"I waited…patiently. A day goes by, but no Bell. A week goes by, and still no Bell. But A month? Aren't you being too selfish here? I worry too, you know?" Eina began her rant, "I tried y'know? I really did, but you disappear and you re-appear, fight a brutal war, while I'm over here panicking with every new cut you get. What was up with that anyways? How can you ignore yourself as you get more and more injured? Do you have a deathwish? Hmm? Or does it stoke your so called 'Adventurer's spirit' and make your blood boil? What was with that brutality as well? You nearly killed them, while it is allowed in accidents, intentionally killing people can come with serious issues. Did you know that? And to top it all off you disappeared ag-"
Not being able to hear anymore, Bell did the one thing that came to his mind.
"..Huh?"
He embraced her. Holding her head close to his chest.
*Thump*
"Wha-"
"Shh…" Bell silenced the girl, "Can you hear it?"
*Thump Thump*
"Bell What are you talking about?"
"Can you hear my heartbeat?" He asked as if to make sure she could hear the rhythmic pattern of beating.
*Thump, Thump, Thump*
"...Yes. Yes, I can." Eina replied, her face flushing from being held like a lover would. Yet it wasn't the sudden burst of affection that got to her; she felt his life. Her chest tightened, as she tried and failed to repress her feelings.
"Let it out, Eina. I'll listen to every word."
…
"I was so worried."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I thought you died." She buried her face into his chest.
"Well, I haven't."
"I won't forgive you if you do it again." Her grip tightened.
"I'll try not to."
"I hate you." Her body quivered.
"I hate me too."
"Y-.." She raised her head, "...That's unfair."
She buried her head into him again, nuzzling closer to him; momentarily forgetting that she was an elf. Not feeling an ounce of repulsion, her arms went around his upper back. The firmness reminded her of his durability.
His careful hands that gently stroked her mid-length hazelnut hair, reminding her of his kind nature.
His steady breathing, the air he exhaled tickled her ears.
She didn't want to lose another one.
Not again.
After every dive, every cash-in she was left to ponder ways of how she could help him. How could she lower the chances of an unfortunate accident as much as possible?
Despite having studied diligently in school, Eina had come to despise being a member of the guild. Discounting Royman Mardeel's almost tyrannical and corrupt rule, she had been forced to the sidelines.
She had been forced to be a spectator.
Forever destined to sit by as one by one the adventurers she came across began to die. The others had made a game out of it. Every now and then a particularly ambitious person would come in, and as soon as finished filling out the form, the bets began.
Betting on someone's survival.
She hated it.
Alas, she had been forced to swallow a bitter pill and move on with her day, trying with her futile attempts of helping as many as she could, only for them to ignore it.
Bell was different though.
He came in, claiming to know everything about the dungeon. Aced her tests, and then proceeded to teach her instead.
If the previous adventurers she had were eccentric, Bell was…Bombastic.
He'd see the danger, acknowledge it, understand the full extent of it and jump right into it anyways.
His lack of contact always left her waiting to see him in a white body bag.
As the ghastly sight flashed by her eyes, she couldn't help but tighten her arms around him.
Responding to her worries, Bell himself kept running his fingers through her hair. Bringing comfort to her, as he simply let her soak in his presence.
He knew this, he understood exactly why Eina felt the way she did.
He was still too weak.
It made sense for Eina to care for him and to worry for him. Perhaps what she felt was romantic perhaps it was not. But the reality of it all boiled down to one thing.
Power.
His life…wasn't just his anymore. Though, it never really was.
Now that he is here in this city, every person who's involved with him is tied to him. Every person he cares for, Zeus, Naaza, Mikoto, Eina, perhaps, Riveria. They all made up a part of his being.
His being.
No, not just them.
His past.
His present.
His future.
Everyone he has met and knows and will meet. He needs to be strong enough for all of them.
Strong enough for the ones he let down.
Strong enough for the ones he has now.
Strong enough for the ones he'll meet later.
He swore to end things as a villain in the story, but he would not allow himself to meet the same fate as his aunt.
Death shall not stop me.
He needed to get stronger.
And for the sake of the woman who was now in his arms, he would.
For the sake of his God, he would.
For the sake of the world, he would.
…
"Um…Bell?" Eina's voice broke him out of his trance.
"Hm?"
"I-I'm fine now." Eina turned pink.
Ah, it kicks in... truly how mystical elves are.
Calmly he let her go, allowing her to get to her feet and recompose herself.
"A-Ahem, apologies for that." Eina fixed her glasses, "I…I don't know what came over me there."
"It was my fault originally Eina, I'm sorry for hugging you so suddenly."
"Ah no…no it's fine," Eina reassured him, "...It's not like I didn't like it." She muttered.
"What's that?" Bell feigned not hearing her.
"N-nothing…anyways, you young man! From now on, you better not ghost me."
Bell smiled, "Of course not. There's no way I'd ever ignore my favourite advisor."
"...*sigh*..."
"Aw, I'll come to visit, I promise. Like…once a month."
"At least, one a week." Eina immediately fired back, glaring fiercely at him.
"Y-Yes ma'am."
"Good, you may go now." Eina crossed her arms.
"Yes ma'am," Bell saluted but as he was heading out, he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Hm?"
"Bell…"Eina muttered shyly, "Can…can you give me a last hug before you go?"
Oh?
"But of course," Bell replied before tightly holding her, standing just a couple of inches taller. His hand looped around her lower back, resting her head on his chest.
Though after a second he let go, fearing Eina may turn into a kettle with all the steam.
"Bye Eina san."
"Y-yes, please be safe, Bell san."
And with that, he left, Eina following suit in a couple of minutes.
"..."
"..."
"'Can you give me a last hug' eh?"
Eina blushed hard, "R-Rose!"
Despite the precarious state he was in, Bell had managed to escape unscathed.
Though he did seem to understand, Eina most likely felt something for him. Not entirely an issue since if she had any sort of feelings, he'd respect them and honestly give them a chance.
His feelings were unique, if all the girls in the world had told him that they loved him, he wouldn't be able to push them away. He'd instead do his darn best to respond to their love.
And it was no different with Eina.
Truly what a blessing it is, I'm having a lucky day.
"Ara aren't you the boy from the wargame."
…
For fuck's sake, of course, I jinxed it.
He spun on the ball of his feet to meet that confusing woman again.
"What a pleasant day we are having, Gojouno Kaguya san." He forced his smile, attempting to be polite.
"A bit of a pointless lie don't you think?" The woman spoke up beside her.
Brown hair.
Gentle eyes that burned with righteousness.
A divine figure with plump proportions at all the right places.
It didn't take long to figure out who she was and the realisation hit Bell like a magic sword.
" It is an honest pleasure to meet you, Astraea Sama!" Bell immediately bowed with respect.
"O-oh, uh, thank you. Pleased to finally meet you in person, Mr Cranel." Astraea's eyes widened in slight shock.
"Truly, you are the role model for what every deity should be! Caring, funny, modest and most important of all, possess morals!" Bell praised as if everything he mentioned were some exclusive deity traits, "...unlike some other bastard."
Astraea let out an awkward laugh, "I don't suppose you'd call Zeus a funny one?"
"The only joke he's capable of is cooking," Bell's brows furrowed in spite, "I mean seriously how do you even mess up mashed potatoes? All you have to do is crush them!"
"This… was not what I was prepared for."
"It appears the captain of the Zeus Familia is capable of more than breaking people," Kaguya commented.
"And it seems Ms Gojouno is capable of using her common sense…for once." Bell bit back.
"...Oh I like this one." Kaguya grinned, taking the retort completely in stride.
"Kaguya that was not what we came here for," Astraea chastised her executive, "Apologies Cranel san. Kaguya is..a bit capricious is all."
"Oh please, no need for the distance, please call me Bell," Bell replied.
"Very well then, Bell san." Astraea beamed, the photons of justice shooting off her face, "Now then, we have some business with the guild for a second so we'll take our leave."
"Very well, please give Ryuu san my regards." Bell bowed before exiting the guild.
Having already planned what to do for dinner, Bell made his way to the Ex-Apollo Manor where he'd have to come up with a new name to go collect the two familias he had gained as his vassals.
Truly the first ones are always special, regardless, it was time for him to throw a celebration.
He had already sent the staff from his manor before the day to allow them some time to prepare a feast.
As he got there, however, he came across the rather humorous scene of Haruhime, Mikoto passed out.
"What happened to them?"
"...They saw Apollo's statues," Aisha shivered, "Why are there so…many?"
Ah, in the end, I forgot to get rid of them.
"I don't know." Bell shook his head, "I was planning on melting them and using their raw material or something but…"
"Too creepy to go near that kinda thing?"Aisha snorted, making her way to Bell.
Hips swaying enticingly, her ever so scarce clothing seemed to sway along with her every step.
"I got something you might like to get near." She whispered into his ear, her hot breath reaching the very synapses in them.
As sensual as she was, she embraced him; like a serpent she coiled herself around him, pressing her heavy assets against him.
"Say, I'm ready to make the payment we discussed earlier." Her husky voice sent shivers through him.
His youthful body felt the tantalising and alluring presence of a female and it was hard to control his behaviour.
Perhaps his earlier joke had been, one of his very rare fuck ups, where he was now left with an ex prostitute that was lusting after him.
She moved as if being sensual was as natural as breathing.
His breath hitched as he fought against every fibre of his being to combat the bubbling arousal that came as a result of the body in front of him.
"You do realise that once and if I claim you as mine, you will not sleep with another man again." Bell tried to dissuade her, knowing her typical preference in the lifestyle of sleeping with men she'd surely refus-
"That's fine." Aisha shockingly replied, "was thinking about maybe settling with one man anyways. Besides," she placed her hand against his rising manhood that he had desperately tried and failed to control, "I feel like you won't have any issues pleasing me."
"You know I was joking earlier, I'd protect Haruhime regardles-"
He couldn't finish his line, Aisha brought a finger and silenced him with but a single motion.
"I know. But now that you have put that idea in my head, I can't help but want to just take you in." She raised her arm and brought it around his neck, moving their faces so close together that she could feel his breath on her skin.
"Besides, aren't you kinda the reason why I can't go back to Ishtar right now? Take responsibility will you?"
Her body was one that any man would die for, and here she was, offering herself up to him.
A hormonal teen, who had remarkable control over himself, but who could claim to be able to control themselves in such a situation?
But just as he was about to say something…
"Mnn, Aisha San," Haruhime suddenly called out.
Both of their heads turned to face the Renard who- to their relief- was just sleep talking.
"...Huu, we will talk about this later Aisha san." Bell managed to reel himself in, internally thanking Haruhime for giving him that much needed moment of respite.
"Heh don't think you've gotten away with this." Aisha grinned but for now backed away.
"Where are Miach and Take Sama?"
"The warrior God went to pack up their things and bring them here to move in, the medicine God went to tend to the shop and will come back at dinner." Aisha flippantly explained; not caring much about the others in the vassal system.
"Hmm, well that's fair. Might as well get cooking as well," Bell began to roll up his sleeves.
"You can cook?"
Bell stared at Aisha for a second before snorting, "Do you think my God can cook properly?"
"...He doesn't look the part of a chef," Aisha admitted honestly.
"Of course, he doesn't, now…are you gonna help or what?"
"Aren't those maids there?"
"Please we can literally move at 24 times their rate, might as well help." Bell reasoned, "They aren't just servants, more or less an extended part of this vassal system."
"Now come."
The Takemikazuchi familia was never particularly wealthy.
They earnt what they managed to get from the earlier double-digit floors, kept what they needed and sent any spares back to their shrine.
It was particularly because they wanted to fund the people in those shrines better that they even came to Orario, to begin with. Though they were far from the strongest, their efforts were earnest and so was their attitude.
Humble and hardworking, they too had smaller celebrations when something big happened. After all, they too were humans and wanted to splash every once in a while, nothing extravagant but something a little bit better than the modest meals they survived off of.
Yet never in their whole lives… had they ever seen a buffet such as this.
"Woah…"
Their surprise and shock were well shared as everyone took in the sight of the various meals that had been prepared.
Sushi boats.
Massive plates of spaghetti.
Lobsters and steaks.
The very definition of a big splash at least in their eyes.
"Is this really for us, Bell dono?" Mikoto's innocent look brought him a chuckle, as he simply nodded.
The collective gasp once more resonated as they all prepared to eat.
Not just them, but both Miach and Takemikazuchi shared similar reactions. Though the two being divine meant that they had been to banquets of God's before, so such exorbitant meals were not completely unknown.
"Just how much did you spend on this?" Take looked at Bell with utter shock.
"It's a celebration, the beginning of the great story of our collective familia, why in the world would I skimp on it?" Bell laughed. He turned to look at the servants he had hired, each of them lined up at either side of the hall standing in silence, ready to respond to anything they may need.
He got out of his seat and bowed, "Thank you for making this on such short notice. I cannot explain just how much I appreciate all of your efforts."
"Oh my, what are you saying?"
"Young master please raise your head!"
"Isn't it expected of us to be ready for such an event?"
Similar words rang out through the hall.
Bell smiled, glad to have made the right hires, "even then people. As a thank you from me and Gramps, we have left a similar feast in the staff room. Please do enjoy yourselves tonight as well."
And with that, the maids and butlers each left the hall with smiles on their faces.
"Now then," Bell faced everyone in the hall, "let the banquet begin!"
"Cheers!"
The soft clinks of glass rang out as the two familias gathered and began the celebration for a new beginning.
The seat at the head of the table was occupied by Zeus with Bell in his adjacent seat.
"You really did pull it off," Zeus grinned, "a vassal system eh? When you first suggested that, I was half sure that this wouldn't work out."
"It made sense, after all, which kind of God would give up their position as the head of their familia to go under the command of another?" Bell added. "But that's precisely why they are going to be trustworthy, any God with a good head on their shoulders would be able to suck in their honour to realise just how beneficial such a thing is for their children."
"Hahaha Bell, of course, I hope you take care of them from now on." Takemikazuchi cheered. "What's the first plan anyways?"
Bell smiled innocently before looking at the Sword God, "First small step? We train. First major step? We destroy the pleasure quarters."
"..."
"..."
"...I'm sorry what?"
After having finished the banquet, Bell and Zeus were quite late on their return.
After all, they had not prepared to spend the night at Apollo's ex-manor, and honestly, they would prefer much more to spend their nights in their rooms too.
Oddly enough, the distance between the Olympian Manor and the Ex Apollo Manor wasn't longer than a 5 minute walk, so they ended up simply enjoying the walk and sobering up a bit along the way.
As he walked though, Bell couldn't help but remember how Aisha had excused herself a few minutes before they left.
Not that odd in general, but he couldn't help but be surprised at how the woman hadn't even tried to push his buttons even once.
He could've guessed that she was far from the type of woman that'd care if others were present, was it perhaps due to Haruhime?
"H-hey let me go."
Oh boy, here we go again.
"Y'hear that Bell?" Zeus asked with a grin on his face, "My damsel in distress senses are tingling."
No, it's just your dumbass ears working.
"...Give me a minute, I just..." Bell sighed.
"Don't touch me!"
"Ugh, fine." Bell jumped up to the rooftop adjacent to the alley where the woman was being harassed.
It was just such a repetitive thing that he can't even care for it as much anymore.
It was the same cycle over and over again. Some drunk up Soma guy probably thought it was a wise decision to touch up some helpless elf in the alley.
He'd end up jumping in and saving them and then the elf would instead insult him too.
Oh well, it feels better on my conscience at least.
"Hey jackass, maybe try not to go after such a loud one next time," Bell shouted as he jumped down.
"Wha-UGH!"
He dropped his foot onto one of the men.
"Who the fuck?"
Ah great 3 of them, lovely. 2 left.
"Either go away now or I'll send you back broken." Bell threatened, pulling on his gloves.
"You think you are some hot shit?!"
"Scram kid!"
I mean not to brag but how the hell do you not recognise me?
"In all honesty, yes. I am some hot shit." Bell replied before stepping forward at dizzying speeds and sending a punch straight into the face of the closest man.
And while he'd love nothing more than to have human brains and blood splattered on his gloves, it was much more inconvenient to get rid of the blood so he chose to hold back instead.
…To not kill them anyways.
Dashing past the already knocked out man, he went for the one pinning the woman against the wall and grabbed him by the wrist.
For scum like this, using the 13 paths of the moon was but a waste and insult to the technique.
Instead, he opted to turn and overhand throw the man straight into the ground, allowing a mix of his held-back strength and gravity to do the job of knocking him out and breaking his nose.
Now then…
He spun on the ball of his feet to return to the crying woman, who from the slight protrusion on the ears was unmistakably an elf.
"You alright?" He didn't bother offering a hand; well aware that an elf wouldn't accept it.
"Y-yes." She replied in-between sobs, she seemingly had a guild uniform on but nothing but her silver hair was distinguishable in the dark of the night.
"Do you need any other sort of help or are you going to be alright?" He asked, his hardened eyes softening a bit.
"...N-no I should be fine." The woman got up on her own, though she seemed a lot less snarky than he had thought, "t-thank you for saving me."
The girl looked straight into his eyes, her amethyst eyes wavered with tears but she held on.
"I-I am Sophie, I work at the guild. I recognise you, Spades." She folded her arms as if she had forgotten that he saved her life not even a minute ago, "I-if you need some sort of assistance then do come to me, I guess."
You guess? Woman, what can you do that Eina can't?
"Yeah sure, thanks."
Why am I thanking her?!
"I'll go now, thanks for helping me out." She left without even waiting for a response.
He had a hard time understanding how she so easily waved off the fact that she was in the middle of being attacked.
Not to mention, even if she had acted disrespectfully, she still didn't make some off handed comments about humans yet.
"Damn filthy humans trying to touch me up."
Ah yup, there we go.
Without taking this as much of a divergence Bell simply returned to his grandfather and went back home.
Yet another day in the business with elves.
…
"..."
"..."
"Say, what familias are meant to be currently living in the Ex Apollo Manor?" Bell asked with a twitching eyebrow.
"Are we gonna keep calling it that?"
"Just answer the question, please."
"The Takemikazuchi and Miach familia."
"...right. So, why the hell are you here, Aisha san?" Bell asked mildly frustrated, for some reason he felt more heated than usual.
Was it perhaps the little elf annoying him?
Or was it his own predictions coming true once more?
Aisha let out a wicked grin, one that came from a calculating mind, "Why wouldn't I be here? I gave myself to you. Where else would I sleep?"
Why am I getting so agitated? I always have more control over myself, this ne-
"Bullshit! You..." Bell paused, his eyes widened in sudden realisation.
His eyes flared as he glared right towards Aisha, the intense gaze was enough to get her female instincts running wild.
It was frightening the type of control he had over her- she felt a little bit of liquid begin to drip onto her thighs, just from the look in his eyes!
Ferocious, the eyes of a beast about to devour her!
Violent, the eyes of a beast about to thrust against her!
Strong, the eyes of a beast about to claim her!
Her amazonian essence began to run wild, in the presence of a mate that was far stronger than her, a worthy one!
"You…mynx!" Bell hissed, he had already understood what was the cause of his heat, but it was far too late.
His uncontrollable hard-on strained against his pants, and a rather hard to miss bulge sprouted in response to the still present sweet smell.
"You…Really?! Did you decide to use an aphrodisiac on me? I mean, how is that even possible? I have abnormal resistance!" Bell growled; enraged he began stomping his way towards Aisha.
"Oh honey let me tell you, there is nothing abnormal about this~" Aisha made a point by touching on his manhood. "Besides the stuff I used was meant to have an instant effect, I'm honestly surprised that it took you so long to be affected by it."
Bell's vision felt blurry; the hormonal punishment induced by the aphrodisiac was straining against the edges of his mind and self control. He pulled and pulled, and pulled against the part of him that simply wanted to lay with the female in front of him.
The part of him that wanted to take the easy way.
"For fuck's sake Aisha!" He hissed.
But through sheer discipline, he tried to reel himself in.
"Come on commander~" Aisha's sing-song voice brought his attention to her, his eyes peering at her, drinking in the nearly nude appearance of hers.
The suppleness of her breasts, incredibly fleshy and firm.
Almost perfectly sculpted body, the thin waist of hers and loose bottoms.
Her backside jutted out naturally, the fat accumulated in the area mixed with trained muscles. Her wide hips that were worthy to bear children called to him.
Every inch of her almost divine body pulled at his strings; begging him to let go.
"Why don't you just take what you want?" Aisha's husky voice added, not helping the mental turmoil.
To add further fuel to the sea of tumultuous flames, she turned around and bent over, somewhat spreading and pushing her bountiful derriere onto his writhing member and began to rub it.
"Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on~" Aisha taunted, seconds passing painfully slowly by, "Let go of it already, I know you want it."
Those were not the words he needed now, or for the rest of the night even.
He needed her to disappear, before…
Before he lost control.
Aisha stood up again, lifting one of her long, slender and alluring legs and twisting it around his waist. She pushed her wetness onto his hardness, enticing him. Her full lips approached his face.
Her amethyst eyes shone in hunger, painful hunger that desperately tried to draw the beast kept locked away behind the chains of restraint.
The beast caged, with a lock that was about to crack.
"Own me~ Mate with me~ Breed me~" She sang before mashing her lips against his.
And then…
The lock broke…
And…
The beast came out.
Almost like a starved animal, Bell shoved his tongue into her mouth. A sudden entrance sure, but not unwelcome; his push disengaged her leg as if he was breaking out of her trap, dropping her onto her feet.
His mind could no longer coordinate the rest of his movements, his strong hands reached and grabbed onto her sizable buttocks and began to knead them harder than any dough he touched ever before.
"Mhhh~" Aisha's throaty moan rang out into his own.
Rare gasps escaped either of their mouths as they put their falna blessed lung capacity to use.
Bell took her tongue first, marking it as his and his alone.
His lips relished in every second of contact he had with her own soft, red lips.
His aggression took Aisha by surprise, pushing her back one step at a time before the two fell onto the bed.
Still, they didn't stop.
This was what Aisha wanted.
This was what she was going to get.
Bell's hands began to move around exploratively, one reaching up to the perky mounds on her chest, sinking into them, pulling and pushing as he pleased.
His mouth separated from her for the barest of seconds, before he began to lick the edges of her ears excruciatingly. The wetness of his tongue sent bolts through her nerves, as she moaned at his touch.
Finally, his hand reached down to feel her opening. Completely and utterly drenched, it didn't- couldn't resist his fingers from entering.
Her scream of pleasure rang true, as he continued his assault ceaselessly.
Caressing every inch he could with one hand, and probing her caves with the other.
She too ran her hands through his body. Feeling the tense muscles he'd built with hard work and training, clawing at the already somewhat scarred back of his.
The sorry excuse of clothes she had was ripped away long before, and through her rough movement, so was his shirt.
"Well, wouldn't you look at that~" Aisha began her remark, before being quickly shut down by Bell's tongue once more.
His fingers moved somewhat erratically, before pressing against one spot and…
"Mhhhh~"
Found it.
And like that, he kept pressing her buttons down there. Pushing decisively against her weak spot.
Her screams of pleasure were subdued by the tongue that was dominating her mouth. Exchanging the taste of each other, making sure that she was thoroughly hooked on his flavour.
Her fingers gripped the sheets behind her, as the man took possession of her.
Suddenly he separated, the phantom remains of his touch left her feeling needy. Greedy thirst wracked against her.
Without any hesitation though he removed his pants and trunks, allowing himself to come out and stand tall in all his glory.
"Holy…"
The veins pulsed painfully, as his presence alone began to dominate her. Thick juices leaked out of her pussy, endlessly.
Yet he didn't aim just yet, shifting towards her face, he brought himself closer to her face.
The musky scent sent her brain spiralling into the abyss. A day's worth of being trapped in pants assaulted her nostrils all at once.
Leaving its presence in her memories, just so that she could recognise it at once if she ever caught a whiff of it ever again.
Uncontrollably, her lust guided her hand to his throbbing firmness before…
*slap*
"Ahh~"
His length smacked against her cheeks, hard and probably leaving its mark there.
"Is…Is this what you wanted?" Bell huffed, his mind had long since escaped to the periphery of his sanity, as sheer desire took control.
Once more he hit her with his member, "This is what you drugged me for isn't it?"
"...Yes," She couldn't help but obediently reply, in front of such a daunting figure.
"Well then…take it."
And that's all he said before he thrust his hardness straight into her mouth, pushing past a normal person's limit and quickly reaching the limits of her trained throat.
She couldn't even moan anymore, her vocal cord not being able to emit any noise, as her mouth was clogged by the thickness of his vigour.
"You wanted it. You'll get it."
And so, he began pumping; spreading her throat until it bulged.
Yet it was not just one-sided.
Aisha's tongue swirled, desperately licking his tool; taking in every bit of his taste.
Her nostrils worked over time, to sporadically inhale oxygen to keep her alive; but always received an extra dosage of his odour with it.
Fireworks kept firing in her head, as his merciless movement brought about endless pleasure to her.
Her squirt erupted out in quantities she had never expelled before.
He kept thrusting until his climax began to push for release; swelling bigger than before and truly breaking past even her trained limits.
Yet he ignored her gags; selfishly he kept thrusting, before,
"Take it."
With that command, she swooned happily as his thick baby batter pushed itself into her being and breached her stomach. The viscous liquid filled her up faster and fuller than any meal ever did.
Her orgasm exploded through, a furious hose releasing her discharge aimlessly.
Bubbles blew through her nostrils, as he kept releasing his essence; filling her far more than any feast could've.
'Oh shit, I'm gonna burst.'
Sensing her ceiling, Bell pulled out, almost gouging her inside as he took a step back.
The remnants of his spurt shot out, caking her face and painting her dark skin white.
"Haa…Haa…mmm~"
The unmistakable stench of sexual pleasure overtook the room, imperiously taking command from the stimulant.
And things should've ended there.
It really should've been the end.
…Yet all that happened was that their hunger simply increased.
Aisha's womb ached terribly- her entrance only yearned for more.
His phallus was still rock solid, twitching in the post-orgasmic bliss; but he knew it wasn't enough.
He too needed more.
One look at Aisha was all it took, as she found the last saps of energy in her body to drag his viscous cum and lick it.
"Mmm…sweet."
And once more he went in.
This time going towards the entrance to her wetness. His previous round had left Aisha weak at the knees from the simple yet overwhelming ecstasy.
And yet, driven further by the need, Aisha spread her legs. Inviting him in, she got ready for him to slam himself deep into her.
And slam he did.
With a mighty push, Bell invaded her folds, still leaking from before, he entered her effortlessly before making his way into her uncharted territory.
"Mgh…fuck," she cursed; but the filthy words went to no one as Bell stayed inside her, not moving an inch.
Being driven crazy by him, Aisha's hips buckled, as she desperately tried to scratch that itch that he was, oh so close for.
All he'd have to do is push himself further.
"MORE! Bell Cranel!"
Despite her commanding words, her voice came out as nothing but the whines of a sow in heat.
Ready to feel complete, she tried to remember when was the last time she had felt pleasure as she did this night.
And yet…
"YES!" She moaned, her last thoughts fizzling into nothingness as the white searing hot pleasure took over her mind.
There was no need to remember anything, for she was embracing him.
There was no need to think, for she was pleasuring him.
There was no need to speak, for she had surrendered her being to him.
Her womanly instinct cried at her to do so.
And she had followed, accepting his very being as he began to pummel her into the bed. Wet slaps rang out in the room as the two dived deeper and deeper into carnal pleasure.
He, the one who ravishes.
She, the one who was ravished.
There was no need for romance between the two, their bodies were in sync. Their voracious deeds drew them closer both in body and mind. Every time his hammer had bashed against her inner gate, she felt electricity run through her.
He sought entrance.
…
And she would allow him.
"Mghkf!" Her scream came out muffled as she bit down on his neck; not hard enough to pierce the skin, but just enough so that she didn't alert everyone in the entire house.
Bell picked up Aisha effortlessly by her legs, his status burned like a hot iron cast. His head had since infiltrated her deepest parts; he revelled in her tightening walls.
Everything he felt, every inch of her body that he explored, everything…belonged to him.
She was his.
He was declaring it, his potent male seed begged to be let out, to mark her as his.
"I'm…cumming."
"Do it inside~ Pump me full! Let it all out!" Aisha begged, her tan figure hugging him tightly, shoving his face into the valley of her chest, warmth encompassing his face as he began to let out his milk once more.
"AH- Ah~ together!" Aisha too let out a final cry of bliss, her squirt spilling out with force; and even though her pussy tried to hold it all in, his essence overflowed from within her, spilling out and falling onto the ground.
His balls ached painfully trying to push out every little bit of seed he had, churning and flooding her insides. Her inner room was packed full, and yet he had not stopped his thrusts into her. Though a bit slower, he still pushed against her and she too clamped down on him.
Bell fell backwards, Aisha still squeezed by his muscular yet lean arms.
The two huffed, and took in as much air as they could; however convoluted it was by their…acts.
Bell's eyes fell upon his partner in the night, though his control had come back to himself…it was well…far too late to change anything.
There was nothing else he could do besides move on from the fact that he just had sex with Aisha but…
The glistening of her skin from the sweat.
Her sprightly nipples stood from the recent excitement.
The stunning beauty of hers that dare he say rivalled even that of Freya- who he only begrudgingly admitted was beautiful- it all…made him want more.
"...Oi oi oi, you've got to be kidding me," Aisha looked up surprised, painting her visage, "You just finished and you're…"
"...*Gulp* Can't help it, you took my first time, better be ready to pay for it." Bell let out in between breaths.
"Wha-That was your first…" Aisha balked before she calmed herself down, the familiar sensual look returned to her eyes as she licked her plump lips, "...Alright then. Have at it!"
…
And so, the two began in earnest once more, continuing well into dawn.
The next morning he awoke. Under the sheets, the sun well into the sky at what he'd assume to be at least 10 am.
Normally he never woke up this late, but… this time?
He'd allow himself.
Though at no point would he stop chastising himself for having given in to his desire, however, chemically induced they were. He simply didn't have enough self-control.
Oh God, I may as well be the same as Hermes- no…even now, I'm not that far low.
Well, it was true that she kind of tricked him, but it wasn't that he couldn't understand her. Amazoness simply were just that type of people, for them loving someone most of the time wasn't just that relevant.
If they met someone stronger than them, they would definitely start to want their child. Whether it was a social or biological perspective he didn't know, since Telskyura was the one place he avoided.
But everything from yesterday just kept coming flooding back, the intensity, how long they continued for and… and every time he let out…inside.
OH no, no no no no.
Mom… it's too early for me to be a father.
Bell began to pale at the possible chance of having impregnated Aisha, but surely...
"Well, good morning to you too." Aisha cut his thoughts off.
"Wha-huh?" Bell looked down, to see the woman that just until now had been borrowing his arm as a pillow. "Oh…yeah…Good morning."
Aisha snorted, "I never knew you had that kinda ability in you." She smiled coyly, "It seems you are good at using all your swords."
Unused to the situation, Bell's cheeks turned pink, left speechless, he was the one that had instead been teased.
"Ha, seeing the one and only Spades blushing? Oh, the Gods would beg to see that one." Aisha smirked.
"Just not used to it."
"..."
"..."
"Do you regret it?" Aisha asked suddenly, catching him by surprise.
"Huh?"
"Having your first time stolen," Aisha clarified, her eyes looking straight into his, not remorseful yet with a hint of concern, "Especially taken by a whore, I don't know much about heroes but I always remembered Haruhime talking about something how 'a prostitute is the symbol of destruction to heroes' or something,"
"...I am a little frustrated I won't lie," Bell admitted, seeing a splash of disappointment in Aisha's eyes. It was well hidden, one she must've practised quite a lot, no doubt. "Don't get me wrong, I am not angry at you…just…I didn't expect my first time to be effectively going out of control."
Though it was never his intention to…use Aisha as an outlet for that kind of thing, he couldn't help but cringe at how easily he had lost control.
"Wait, that's the part that bothers you?"
Quirking an eyebrow, "Well, I should've known this is a possibility, the fact that I didn't even realise that you could've gone to this extent meant I was too immature."
Besides, it'd be a bit naive to taunt an amazoness and not expect them to bite back.
It wasn't as though he was saving his first time for anyone or anything, he just didn't feel the need to have sex.
Even if he felt a bit embarrassed thinking of what he had done, the act of sex was something that Zeus could but show up about since Bell first hit puberty.
Now as a teen, he had lost his virginity but it didn't really hold any particular sentiment for him.
"Pfft…" Aisha laughed quietly, her beautiful features contorted in relief as the concern in her eyes faded. "Bell Cranel, you are indeed very unique."
"I…get that a lot." Bell laughed awkwardly scratching his cheek with his free hand.
Aisha leaned in, once more pressing her mounds into his side, and she lay her hand on his bare chest.
Her smooth fingers drew along his few scars, some deeper than others.
"Never really woke up in a man's arms before." She commented blankly, "Usually they just either pass out in some corner with their ass stuck up, or, just throw some money before leaving."
Bell hummed meaningfully before turning onto his side and wrapping his other arm around Aisha's slim waist.
She jolted albeit for a second before moulding into his hold, pressing herself against him as if to take in as much of his warmth as possible.
'A worthy male huh…I could get used to it.' she acknowledged internally.
"Careful, I might start mistaking you as one of those soppy people that fall in love for the first time." She grinned teasingly.
Snorting humorously Bell looked at her, "...Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven't…what are you gonna do about it?"
Without bothering to reply again, Aisha brought herself up, gently putting her lips to his.
Short.
Sweet.
And communicated more than words could.
Though she still grinned again "I don't need love, but after last night? Heh, I'll play along."
And she once more pressed her lips against his.
Not intimate.
Not wanting.
Just a gentle touch of acceptance.
A/N: Alright Putas that's a wrap.
Let me know how this chapter went, I gave you guys a hint of seggs and since this series is rated M there won't be any warnings.
This is prolly gonna be released as part of a mini-nuke from myself so yh.
Bless.