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— ML
Chapter 20.5: You Look So Pretty
24 October, X820, 6:32 a.m.
Two Days to Go
This was familiar, too familiar.
Swallowing something without actually swallowing that thing.
A warm, wet embrace around a cock. Penis. Member. No matter the word, the terms coughed out of her throat instead of rolling off the tongue organically. Perhaps it was pure shyness about the boldness of sexual terms that steered Reiji from confidently describing "dick" or "pussy" like everybody else.
But this feeling of embracing cock with her mouth and throat? It was both arousing and uncomfortable. Her lips easily grew sore from sucking too much. Her jaw sometimes hurt when it was too big. Unfortunately, her gag reflex was very unpredictable. She would either push them all the way to climax or gag before she had the chance.
Reiji occasionally dreamed about sex. This setting was no different.
This particular male was buff in both flesh and muscle. His eyes were so soft despite the weight of a past similar to Reiji's. His short, messy hair was dyed light purple. His skin was tanned from the Crimson Bellow sun just like most of the village residents.
As a nomad limited to the safety of the Loner Village borders, Kiki lived a very quiet life.
Even through school and beyond, the two never interacted. Mars was a stranger. Otto was a stranger. Kiki was also a stranger. This time, he was a stranger in Reiji's bed.
His moans were rare. Sometimes they surfaced in grunts or groans. Reiji had just enough experience with males to massage, bite, and suck common sweet spots—neck, chest, thighs, nipples, et cetera—prior to taking his shaft. She nibbled his ear, sucked hickies on certain parts of his chest and neck, played with his nipples, and even tried kissing him.
The male rejected all her touches except her lips on his. Reiji did not let him touch her, however. To her surprise, he respected her boundaries. Before long, she was at his waist, meeting his gaze.
Because it was a dream, his eyes were overshadowed by darkness. This was always the part of her dream that made the anxiety in her stomach gradually worsen. There was just something about the closed curtains darkening her bedroom that instilled an animalistic sense of dread.
Because it was a dream, Reiji could never stop what happened next. She gently pulled his erection free from his pants. Such a sight to see! It was below the average length but girthy. His girth was too much for her insides, but she eagerly took him into her mouth.
Without missing a beat, he bucked his hips and forced her head to move at his pace. He enjoyed it so much, it made Reiji feel sick and stupid. She could barely breathe. Her gag reflex was at a minimum, but she desperately needed a break. Kiki refused to stop, enjoying her throat like the selfish bastard he was.
"Relax, I'm not that big," he said.
"You look so pretty and scared."
"You're so easy. I know you like it," he smirked. In one hand, he lifted her head so that she could breathe. It hurt when he pulled her hair. Reiji was ashamed to admit how excited her body was when he pulled her hair. She hated that Kiki of all creatures could enchant her body with one act.
Reiji wanted more from that dream. Her mind screamed in anger at this nightmare at the same time.
But then, something else came along to put a stop to that.
Like a trigger pulled, the ripping of flesh sent Kiki's screams pouring into her ears from every direction. A squishy, bloody chunk of flesh was chewed, chewed some more, then spit to the floor like filth. Thighs trembled under the strong palms of a monster, lapping up the blood from the tip.
This was not about pleasure anymore. It was carnage. It was revenge. Reiji's body felt a starvation so much worse than childhood. Water would not quench her thirst as much as his blood did.
Kiki did not stand a chance against the entity that drowned out Reiji's dreams. She vaguely saw her fists striking at his face, especially his throat. Kiki's cries and pleas for mercy dwindled soon after.
How dare he cause her to choke?
How dare he violate her?
How could he choose to live his life, knowing he destroyed someone else's?
Reiji had never felt a blackout rage so intense and homicidal. That thing beat Kiki to death; she knew what it was. Whatever the male demon last experienced landed him in a grave with no eyes, a broken face, and a missing penis.
And every time Reiji awoke from that scene, heart-pounding, cold sweat, and full of dread, she could not find it in herself to condemn a single thing Riki did.
After all, it was only a dream.
Just a dream.
Reiji did not remember how fast she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She nearly tripped and fell into the bathroom sink like a staggering drunk. The bile came up instantly, spilling into the toilet she rushed to open. Unfortunately, her hair definitely fell in the way, soaking up toilet water and bile.
Something in that dream filled her with so much fear and disgust that her intestines decided to react first. The vomit spewed out until all she could do was retch up air. Her belly clenched hard, searching for more filth to flush out of her system.
Through loud sobs, the dream played back in her head over and over. The feeling of broken bones because of her huge fists. That look in Kiki's eyes. He knew he would die that night. It no longer felt like the passing thought it was supposed to be.
It was real, all of it.
Why did Riki wait so long to reveal such gruesome details? All that time, Reiji believed it was intrusive thoughts. In reality, months had passed since Reiji—Riki—did that.
Was the entity going to torment her with the truth about Mars' demise as well?
Reiji sank to the floor, finally flushing the toilet. A few strands of hair swirled in the draining water, but the green-haired demon was too dazed to care. She knew she was falling away from herself. Riki could take over at any time, and everything would be an empty gap.
But of course it wasn't. Reiji cast a spell that blocked the entity from freely taking over. As far as she was aware, Riki was nothing more than a takeover soul of sorts.
Reiji sat on the floor, laying her head on the toilet seat. The bits of bile that did not make it to the toilet eventually smelled foul and got on her cheek from resting on the toilet seat; she didn't care.
Nobody was around to help her. No one could relieve this stress...
Except Ryo.
It soon dawned on Reiji that she and her friend agreed to "use" each other for relief. Reiji was triggered by Kiki's chauvinistic treatment. In a way, Kiki had also unknowingly mistreated Riki, who used her body for "grounding" purposes. By grounding, that meant trapping and killing her prey.
Reiji had no memories of willingly interacting with that brute or Mars outside of vague dreams and spotty memories. Otto was the fullest gap of memories, as limited as they were (thanks, Riki).
Ryouichi could help her control that urge to kill a male over what Kiki did, right? That was a part of their secret dynamic too. He had to help her with this too.
It felt like enough days had passed since their last session of "release" and "feeling wanted." Reiji decided that after she cleaned up the bathroom and herself, she would go to Ryouichi right away.
She took her time cleaning her bathroom, showering, and changing. She could only hope the evidence of her sickness was completely gone by the time she finished.
A Bit Later After Dawn
Surprisingly, Takeshiro allowed them to have their time at Ryouichi's cabin. As long as they kept their "training" out of shared spaces (only limiting them to Ryouichi's bedroom), Takeshiro would not frown upon their dynamic.
The blind telepath opted to spend the day with Shugo and Ushizumo on a mission instead.
"The house needs to be cleaned. I'll come up with a job for us along the way," Takeshiro had said.
He carried a small bag on his way out. Reiji could only assume that meant they would have an entire afternoon to themselves. The cleaning would definitely get done by sundown.
The first thing Reiji needed to do was explain her dream to Ryouichi. That was definitely not the type of foreplay anybody would expect. However, laying out the purpose of the meeting seemed like the right thing to do.
"... And that's when I decided to come here," Reiji said, concluding her recollection of the night. The two sat on his sleep-rumpled bed. Ryouichi was still in shorts and a tank top, his preferred choice of pajamas.
She sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the floor while fiddling with her rosary. She couldn't look at Ryouichi's face while recalling what she saw. On her sweater collar hung her glasses. They were much too blurry to wear anymore. But as long as they were visible, Ryouichi would understand.
Meanwhile, the Aegean-haired male could not think of anything to say. It was saddening that Reiji reacted so negatively to a dream. Another part of him was angry that someone shamelessly took advantage of her consent. There was that other incident that also left her in a vulnerable state in his house not too long ago. Ryouichi pushed the thought away; it was irrelevant right now.
When Reiji showed up at their door, he could practically hear the remnants of a nervous breakdown in her voice. Even now, her eyes and nose were still red from crying. For all he knew, she might cry again at any moment.
"Are you suggesting I reenact that scene?" Ryouichi asked carefully. Reiji stiffened at that question. Was that doubt in his voice? Worry?
I should've known this was too much to ask...
It was no surprise that more tears filled her eyes. She felt stupid, so very stupid.
"N-no, I... s-sorry, I don't... I don't know," she whimpered, her voice a mere squeak towards the end. She got up to leave the room, assuming it was better to escape. However, Ryouichi went after her, placing his hand on the door before she could run away.
"M-move, please, Ryo," she mumbled. Stupid, stupid, stupid! What was I thinking?!
Reiji did not stop Ryouichi from giving her a bear hug, literally. His arms shapeshifted into those of his Smokey Bear form, squeezing her gently. He was not convinced that Reiji needed sex, but comfort from a friend instead. The dark green-haired demon buried her face in his shoulder, trying not to cry too hard.
Ryo saw her cry plenty of times. This was no different, so why would she hide her face now?
Eventually, he slowly backed towards his bed.
"I'm gonna sit, my feet hurt," he whispered as she released the hug. He sat on his bed. Reiji still avoided his gaze. Ryouichi looked up at her, expecting her to start talking about something again. She looked around, taking steady, deep breaths.
"Rei?"
"Take your shirt off, right now."
"Whoa, now?" Ryouichi blurted. Before he could protest, she got down on her knees. He kept his legs together. The green-haired demon simply glared at him, hoping he would just obey her request. "Reiji, are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure," she replied. "Please, Ryo. I need this." I need to... reclaim it, I think.
He took a deep breath, then lifted his tank top over his head. He could only hope that his friend was not forcing herself through anything. Just for today, he would pretend that rule nine—which stated they would only meet at night—did not exist.
Reiji's eyes never left the Beast Soul demon as he tossed his tank top in a small laundry pile already accumulating in a corner. He sat straight, waiting for her next request.
The dark green-haired demon thought back to her dream. The scene was much like this one, but Kiki was fully clothed and she was naked. For now, she would not fully undress.
"Your shorts, take those off too," she said calmly. Ryouichi lay down partially to pull his shorts and kick them off. Reiji knew he wore no boxers underneath; he never felt the need to wear them to bed.
Normally, Ryouichi's partner stripped for him, or he stripped them first. His enthusiasm was hid well behind a relaxed expression. He thought it would look weird if he was too happy to strip for her.
Reiji was not surprised that his member was still soft. Even the slightly darker shade of his member was the same while soft. A detail she thought of from that dream was Kiki's size while soft. He was always thick, erect or not. She did not want thickness.
"Could you shrink it?
"Yeah, you know that," he shrugged lightly. "What do you prefer?" He kind of already knew why she asked but wanted to hear it from Reiji herself.
"Let's see..." she murmured. "Could you make it about four and a half inches?"
"Yeah, totally. But it's kinda hard to get it up right now..."
"I can help!" Reiji interrupted, lifting her sweater. Unbeknownst to Ryouichi, she had intentionally bound her breasts with just her hair instead of an actual bra. As she lifted her sweater up, her locks unraveled, letting her breasts fall naturally with a mild bounce. Ryouichi couldn't help but stare with wide eyes, his mouth slightly gaping.
How dare she use my weakness against me!
Reiji couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Ryouichi's arousal already showing. He was only partially erect just looking at her bare chest. That was fine, though.
What wasn't fine was that familiar scratch from Riki trying to surface. There was no alcohol involved. Riki should be tame and unable to force her way out! Why was she still so near?
"Can you spread your legs? He wouldn't let me touch him, so..." Ryouichi nodded, spreading them.
Whatever Michele did to Reiji in the wild worked. She normally hated taking the lead in most things because it drew too much attention to herself. Hell, it was a miracle she ran the café while Mina was out of town. Ryouichi especially did not expect her to give him oral. This was about her and Riki's body first, at the end of the day.
"Wait, wait, my pleasure isn't that important," Ryo said. Well, he didn't really want her to stop, but still...
Reiji gave no response beyond a hand made of hair pressing a finger to his lips. She picked up her glasses with another hairy limb, putting them on. In the dream, she always wore her glasses.
Okay, she's actually trying to seduce me big time.
"Reiji, seriously—whoa!" he squeaked as curling locks of hair tightened around his toned thighs. Those dark green locks exposed him fully. He inhaled sharply when he felt warm, soft breaths on his member.
Reiji's gold-bronze eyes looked over his manhood, mostly out of curiosity. Her lips were so close, it frustrated him a little bit. The way her side bangs draped near her chest and her glasses shaped around her sunny eyes... The anticipation was more than enough to turn him on.
Damn it. She's not even touching me with her real hands!
Reiji focused solely on a specific memory. She could not remember the last time she went down on a male. Perhaps it was because her body remembered the traumatic experience with Kiki. That dream and the memories in it were an undeniable truth of Riki's weapon of lust. That lust was dangerous.
The green-haired demon chose not to explain the risks to Ryouichi. She would simply show him that she could hold the entity back from getting angry or aggressive. She would prove to him that she was stronger than Riki now. Stronger than the...
No. Stop thinking.
Ryo scooted closer to the edge of his bed, legs spread wider for his friend beneath him. Just like their first time but in reverse, Ryouichi was now completely naked while Reiji was only shirtless, kneeling between his legs. The Beast Soul demon shapeshifted his penis to 4.5 inches, as requested. He propped himself on his elbows.
"That's good enough, right?" he asked softly. Reiji smiled softly, nodding.
"It's perfect. Thank you," she replied in an equally light volume. "Should I do a gesture if I want to stop?"
"Yeah, definitely. Just tap my thigh three times if it's too much," he said, tapping his thigh thrice. "Or pull my hair, scratch me, grab my neck, or whatever you prefer." She repeated the tap motion. Her level of focus was so typical, it almost made him laugh. Did she dismiss everything else he added?
Reiji swallowed, mentally preparing.
No teeth. Just tongue, mouth, lips, uh...
Reiji decided to taste the head first. She vaguely remembered the taste of semen. Was it sour, salty, or bland? Ryouichi did not taste like anything yet. She tasted around the head, then lower. When his erection poked the back of her throat, she sat up, taking a few breaths. Ryouichi could tell she was nervous.
He placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair gently. He frowned a little when she winced, half expecting him to do something she didn't like.
"It's okay, It's just me here, not that other bastard," he reassured her.
"R-right. I'm just not very good at this..."
"You'll know if you're doing it right if I sound like a dog in heat," he chuckled. They looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly, the lights went out.
"Huh? Blackout?" He looked around, puzzled.
"That was me!" Reiji laughed nervously. "S-sorry. Riki doesn't always boost my confidence. I'd rather it be dim."
The only light in the room came from the Grey Kichi sun rising with a reddish hue. Ryouichi's curtains were still cracked. Reiji closed her eyes, pretending there was complete darkness around her. Bummer. He would've liked to see her in full lighting.
She went back to sucking the shaft. She spread her knees apart, feeling her own arousal pulse between her legs. This was familiar, she realized. It felt good to pleasure a male. This time, it was someone she trusted.
"That's good, keep doing that," he whispered, petting her hair still. Reiji grasped the crevices where Ryo's thighs met his hips, holding him down without much effort. The Beast Soul demon did not realize how strong she had gotten until he could barely shift his hips around under her palms. He thrust his hips upwards with more force, causing her to deep-throat him.
Crap.
He cried out in pain when nails dug into his skin, but not enough to draw blood.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Reiji raised her head, taking a breath after a pause, eyes still shut.
"S-stop... thrusting," she whispered before closing her lips around the tip, sucking him again. She bobbed her head a little faster. She thought back to the one time her friend did the same thing. A clitoris was practically a tiny penis, right? This one was just bigger.
Ryouichi enjoyed it, of course. It could also be the lack of pheromone suppressants boosting his sensitivity. He wanted so badly to move his hips again. But Riki might literally bite his balls off and eat them as retaliation. Once again, he had to force those irrelevant thoughts out.
It was hard to tell how she felt. Reiji felt a little bit scared of what Riki might do. She liked hearing someone enjoy any part of her body. But it also worried her. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting one of her best friends on accident.
Reiji raised her head until her lips touched the tip, clearing her throat. She went all the way down, taking his full shaft in until his happy trail tickled her nose with every other motion. Up close, his natural smell was incredible. What an odd thing to think.
"Mmm... aah!" Ryouichi ran fingers through Reiji's soft locks, once again resisting the urge to buck his hips. That urge was very strong. She took it so unbearably slow!
"A-a little faster, please?"
"Mm-mm," she hummed around his erection, sending shivers up his spine.
Reiji thought Riki would suck him until he went numb if she sped up. If her spotty memories about Kiki were correct, she, Riki, kept going until her jaws... euch.
The green-haired demon could not let herself be distracted by the entity's triggers. Bloodlust. Anger? Whatever!
Nice and slow, Riki. Nice...
She swirled her tongue around her friend's shaft while bobbing her head. He let out a pleasured groan, lightly squeezing her hair on the back of her head. His version of "light" kind of hurt, pulling so close to the roots. His soft gray eyes met intensely concentrated gold-bronze eyes. He couldn't help but chuckle a little at her serious expression. Even her thick brows furrowed when she closed her eyes again.
... And slow.
"You're k-kinda cute... all serious," he chuckled a little. She glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, sucking harder than before.
He threw his head back, arching his back off the bed. "Ohh, fuck! That's good!" he groaned.
He grew his erection half an inch longer just to feel more of her mouth and throat around it. He knew it was a little more than the green-haired demon might have expected. It was not enough to make her gag, right? All she had to do was tap three times to make him stop.
"Mmph! Mmn!" Reiji's muffled voice came through. Whether it was a lustful moan or a protest, her voice only excited him more. Ryouichi gently grinded his hips on her face. She responded by bobbing her head to his rhythm. Did she like that?
"I'm close, I'm close, Rei!" he gasped. He closed his eyes tightly, leaning his head back just a little more. All the Beast Soul demon could focus on was the jolts of a climax pulsing through his erection.
She could've easily gotten herself out of the situation of Ryouichi practically riding her face. Reiji couldn't pull away yet, not when he was enjoying it so much. It didn't hurt. It was Ryo, after all.
If he could hold back for her, she could take it for a few seconds too. Drool ran down her chin from lack of swallowing. If she tried to swallow, she might actually choke. She forced breaths from her nostrils. The running snot was gross to her, but durable enough for his pleasure.
Selfish. Selfish pleasure.
No, no, no! Riki, go away! she mentally scolded herself as if to swat a fly with her mind. Reiji finally pulled her head free from his clenched thighs, forgetting the three taps altogether. The hair wrapped around his thighs forced his legs apart, earning a painful yelp from the Beast Soul demon. Reiji did not care about his hamstrings one bit.
She panted heavily, coughing a few times. Her chest pounded almost as much as the arousal between her thighs. Her body was so hot, too hot despite being shirtless in a cool bedroom.
"S-sorry, I... went too far," Ryouichi murmured earnestly. Reiji lowered her gaze, placing a hand on her chest. She slouched, closing her eyes.
Riki, no. I'm safe. I'm okay...
The green-haired demon looked up. It was just Ryouichi in this room, his legs spread in a rather uncomfortable position. That version of Kiki stuck in Reiji's head did not exist anymore. He was just a memory. The male before her was real, one of the three males she trusted the most. She had control here.
Ryouichi did not mind her thoughtful stare. He liked her eyes. Well, who didn't like looking at a living sunset?
He always thought of gold-bronze on the yellow end of the small spectrum he once thought was brown. Brown like the skin he wanted to scratch, bite, and leave other lovely marks in that moment. He could only kiss it if he wanted to. Biting and scratching was against the rules unless she truly wanted that. Oh well.
He still had a hand rested on her head. His palm slid down to her cheek. Naturally sun-kissed. He traced his thumb across her salivated lower lip. She looked so pretty down there.
Corny bastard brain...
Reiji proceeded to wipe her nose and mouth on his blanket without a second thought. She had no idea what he was thinking about. He looked like he was daydreaming about something. Did he want her to finish? He probably wanted that.
And so, she gently nudged his hand away as she went down on him. She took in that full length, silently urging him to regain that full erection. Now that she had a moment to ground herself, five inches wasn't so bad.
Ryouichi relaxed his body. He placed his hands over Reiji's, which still pinned him by his thighs. He sighed in pleasure, grinding his hips much slower, subtly testing the waters. She squeezed his thighs, causing him to flinch.
Her nails—no, those talons hurt! He wanted more of it. Damn this stupid heat.
"That... Keep doing that," he panted, pressing on her hands. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. Reiji responded by pressing her nails down more. He groaned in pain, clenching his thighs. His thighs hurt from Reiji stretching them. Fuck it. It was worth it.
Once again, Reiji thought back to the first session. They hurt each other before: scratching, biting, and more. Ryouichi loved it. He commanded her to do those things to him.
Let me. Let me.
Riki?
Reiji sat up, but not before tapping three times. Ryouichi was a little bit disappointed, but he still remembered that this was not about him.
"We'll stop now," he murmured, pouting. Reiji tensed up at that sound. Was he upset?
She climbed on the bed to sit beside Ryouichi, looking down. The moisture in her underwear was rather uncomfortable now. Ryouichi looked over to her with a puzzled look.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," she replied. She took the glasses off, wiping her eyes. "I kind of liked it, actually."
"You liked what, going down on me?"
Reiji nodded. As much as the words embarrassed her, it was true.
"Awesome!" Ryouichi grinned. Reiji snickered. "Awesome" was all he could think of?
Let me.
She sat on her knees. Whatever idea she thought of might've been Riki. Regardless, she wanted to see it in action.
"Sit between my legs. I want to try something."
"Something? Okay," he shrugged lightly, getting up from his lying position.
Ryouichi sat between Reiji's knees, resting his head between her breasts. He sighed contently.
"Ah, best seat in the house," he grinned. Reiji snickered. No filter, as usual...
"What next, madam?"
"Touch yourself," she replied. Her eyes widened in shock. She wanted him to do what?
She wants me to do what?! Ryouichi froze upon hearing her request. Masturbating was the last thing he had expected her to ask for. What the hell did that have to do with her nightmare?
That's nothing to do with Kiki! Riki, stop it now!
Let eipa shiel. (Let me in.)
No, no, no. I'm not letting you in! This is my power, remember?
Yiar bodyl sepal EIPAN. (Your body is MINE.)
Reiji couldn't resist the urge to slide her hand up to his neck. His breaths sped up for a moment, then a small whimper escaped when she squeezed. She remembered where to squeeze so it wouldn't hurt him too much. Then again, he still liked that.
"I said. Touch. Yourself," Reiji hissed, squeezing harder. She felt her friend try to swallow. She loosened her grip just enough for Ryouichi to clear his throat. His arousal skyrocketed at her commanding gestures. She could smell it before he could see it. Oh, that was lovely.
Reiji, a shy and timid mouse, acting dominant? Shit, sign me up! Ryouichi cheered inside. It made him proud to watch her confidence grow. And very hot.
"Yes," he obeyed as he began to stroke his erection. He started slow, focusing close to the head where much of the pleasure was centered. Was it Riki that surfaced by now? He imagined Riki in her full form, going down on him in Reiji's place. Her hand was already on his neck, cold as ice.
"Fuck, Riki," he grunted.
"Your voice is so cute," Reiji purred close to his left ear. She kissed just below that ear, lowering her hand from his neck. Her hand traced down his chest. What was she doing? His fast heartbeat made her blush even more. Was he out of breath? Excited? Anxious? Why was she getting nervous? This was her idea!
She felt his body tense up the faster he stroked his erection. Her nails grazed his toned abdomen, then traced back up.
He watched her nails just barely scratch. Again with the teasing! What the hell was she doing to him?
The goosebumps spread over his skin when cold breaths got close to his neck. Why did Reiji get so cold? His breath hitched in his throat when she grabbed his thigh with her other hand, sinking her nails in. His mouth hung open in a silent moan. He forced himself to stroke his erection slower. No, not yet. Ryouichi did not want this to end too quickly.
"Did you..." she trailed off, blushing brightly. "Did you like... riding my face?"
"Mmhmm," Ryouichi nodded. He liked it a lot, obviously. She rubbed the red nail marks on his inner thigh, watching his hand move up and down steadily.
"You wanted to come. I would've let you, but... I didn't want you to finish," Reiji murmured. A larger, cowardly part of her feared the worst. What if she choked on semen and Riki suddenly took over to hurt him? What if Ryouichi couldn't defend himself again?
"It's okay, Rei," he replied, turning his head towards her. Reiji grabbed his face, forcing him to look the other way.
"Don't, it's a little embarrassing," she mumbled.
Lik eif eipa. Look at me... choose me.
H-how are you... how are you talking right now?
Hmmph.
"Awww, you're so adorable when you're shy," he teased, trying to look at her again.
Reiji bit his shoulder near his neck, mostly to distract herself from the subtle scratching in her head. She bit until she tasted warm iron.
"S-shit!" Ryouichi hissed. He bit his lower lip, trying not to startle her by yelling. She licked the little bit of blood away, trailing the tip of her tongue up to his ear. She felt him flinch at the ticklish sensation.
"Do you want her?" Reiji whispered in his ear. The green-haired female didn't have to look at herself to know her skin was changing. Her brown skin darkened as the stripes spread. A smile lifted her cheeks when he stroked his erection faster again. Fast, slow, fast, slow; Reiji had a little too much fun messing with his rhythm.
"Riki," he shuddered a soft moan. He thought she would never come out! He didn't care what Riki or Reiji did. He would happily take all of it again. Just thinking about her piercing red eyes, her razor-sharp teeth, and perfect skin made him want to come already.
Black hair felt up his thighs to his chest. Two smooth black hands caressed his inner thighs. He shivered, feeling a wave of cold wash over Reiji. Just resting against her breasts was like two big pillows of frost. Her real hand snuck up to his hair, grabbed a handful, and yanked his head back.
"Aah! Ow!" Ryouichi's body tensed up. His scalp hurt like hell, but he didn't care. As long as it was Riki, he wanted it all.
"D-don't stop," he pleaded.
Thin black locks snaked around his arms and calves. Ryouichi's free hand became tangled in the dark threads, entwining with real fingers as well.
Reiji—or was it Riki?—turned his face toward hers. He parted his lips to breathe better. She did the same, smirking a little.
Was she going to kiss him? He wouldn't stop her. Her cold lips brushed against his, teasing him like always. Fucking hell, it was frustrating!
Reiji gazed into his grey eyes that swam with emotion. His lips were so tempting, but it felt wrong to kiss him. She felt like a massive hypocrite after kissing Michele. Then again, she could make an exception. She could do whatever she wanted as long as he also wanted the same.
I want to tear him apart... Suf lolefir. (So lovely.)
"Eip wata tur yia akert," she whispered in a silky tone. She nibbled his lower lip before kissing him. If Reiji decided to go to hell with rules, Ryouichi didn't need to know about the blacksmith.
Tear me apart...!
Ryouichi couldn't hold it in any longer. He could barely focus on anything but her lips. The orgasmic throbbing in his member felt so hot and intense. Moaned against her lips as he came at last. He forgot how many days had passed since he last relieved himself. The intensity was so good, he twitched for several seconds with every throb of climax. His hand pumped vigorously until his cock became too sensitive. He panted heavily, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.
Reiji—no, that was Riki—grabbed his throat again, pulling him back into that kiss. God, he missed her cold tongue taking over his taste buds. Iron mixed with his best friend's saliva and the mild tinge of the pre-come she tasted earlier. Their lips parted a second time. Reiji also had to breathe eventually.
"Hehe, you said no kissing," he smirked. The now black-haired female pouted, averting her gaze.
"You wanted it, so I made an exception."
"Yeah, sure, Riki." He rested his head on her shoulder, glancing down at the mess on his belly. Little streaks of whitish fluid also spilled on Reiji's hair. Whoops.
A black hand passed a towel. He took it and started wiping his belly. Reiji closed her eyes, relaxing her posture. Ryouichi tried to get out of bed and nearly fell, caught in a web of hair. She jerked back up, unraveling her hair from his body.
"S-Sorry, I forgot!" she stammered.
"It's fine, it's fine!" The Beast Soul stumbled to his door, trying not to laugh at her reddening face. Reiji covered her face, mumbling in embarrassment.
Ryouichi returned from the bathroom a few minutes later. He also brought a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Do you wanna keep going? The session, I mean," he asked. Reiji was lying down by the time he got back. Her eyes were closed while she lay curled up on one side of the bed.
"Hmmm... I'm kind of tired," the green-haired demon confessed. The Aegean-haired demon handed her the water. She nodded thanks and downed the glass. It was sweetened with jade flower and honey, almost exactly like sake.
Thanks, Ryo, she smiled to herself. It was better to stay sober so close to the assessments. One too many drinks could interfere with her progress.
Ryouichi climbed on the bed behind her, scooting closer to hug her from behind. He hummed with delight, groping and squeezing her breasts. Reiji chuckled lightly.
"Your chest is so soft and squishy," he sighed. He gently pinched and played with her nipples. Her nipples weren't exactly sensitive, but this massage (if that's what it was supposed to be) was nice and relaxing.
"Thank you, Ryo."
"For what?"
"Y-you know, this," she murmured. "For... for today."
"Oh, throat-fucking you and you almost ripping my hair out?"
"Don't say it like that!" Reiji whined.
"It's true, though!" Ryouichi laughed at her reaction. "Sorry, sorry. You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing the job I signed up for," he replied. "Besides, you deserve it."
"I deserved it?" Reiji questioned. She hadn't thought of a "friend with benefits" as something one deserved.
"Well, obviously. You're my best friend. You deserve the world," he grinned. "Including great sex!"
"Ryo, stop talking," Reiji blushed. The Beast Soul demon lay down, pulling her with him. She placed the glass cup on the dresser across the room using a lock of hair. It was already dark green again. When did that happen?
Ryouichi exhaled, then it turned into a yawn. He snuggled up closer, closing his eyes.
"Nap first, clean later," he whispered.
Reiji nodded silently, staring ahead. Two, no, one more day of training after today. Rest would be a great start if it weren't for the knots in her stomach.
"I'm... I'm scared, Ryo."
"We'll all be right there when you pass or fail, Rei," he reassured her. She tried to smile, but it faded quickly. Pass or fail. That's all it would come down to. She always passed tests and the like in school. This was no different, right? Treat it like an entrance exam for a sport. Yeah, a sport! Training her body, mind, spirit, and whatever else an athlete trains to make it into a team. Or a guild.
"Rei, you keep fiddling with that necklace like you're still overthinking," Ryouichi interrupted her train of thought. She huffed.
"I'm just nervous. What if I make a fool of myself?" she lamented.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're gonna do great. You're gonna show those old geezers what you're made of!"
"What am I made of?" the green-haired demon asked. Ryouichi sat up, glaring down at her. She looked up, eyes wide. The Beast Soul stared at her intently, and she stared back, trying to match his concentration.
"You're made of about 185 pounds of whoop-ass and whatever material Riki put in that necklace," he answered. "You're gonna go up to those guild representatives, destroy them in those stupid little assessments, and find your tribe of other Riki creatures! You're gonna pass like you pass everything else because you're awesome like that and become a fuckin' wizard! You'll be the first out of the five of us to join a real guild!"
Reiji gulped, genuinely speechless. Normally, it was Shugo who would give gentle yet encouraging words. Ryouichi was just silly without a care. But now, even he had high hopes for her. Up to that point, joining a guild was everybody else's expectation. She simply went along with it. But now, she wasn't so sure.
"What's your biggest motivator for committing to this, Rei?" Ryouichi asked. He said it—find other Riki creatures—but Reiji must have more drive than that, right?
She thought for a moment. Through a guild, she hoped to better understand what Riki was and where its power came from. Others like her had to exist somewhere too. They could be in whatever guild she got into.
"I want to find creatures like me," she replied. She sat up, clutching her rosary.
"Okay. And what else?"
"Uh," she trailed off. What else was there? Something, something...
"Figure out who I am and what I want to be," she added. Ryouichi smiled, patting her shoulder.
"You want self-actualization and something that tells the world who you really are. That's a good reason to keep going," he beamed. Reiji smiled back, then yawned. Ryouichi yawned immediately after.
"Stop that, you're making me more tired!"
"Imagine how I feel, Ryo," she chuckled, lying down again. "I'm tired every other day."
"But you still keep working hard anyway," Ryo challenged, lying on his belly. He folded his arms under his pillow. "Even when you don't think you want something, you keep striving for it no matter how many times you collapse. I love that about you. You're such a shonen hero."
"Show-nen? You're talking nonsense, Ryo," she murmured, turning her back to him. Ryouichi watched her stillness for a few minutes. Eventually, his eyelids were too heavy to stay open. Sleep now and fuck later. Or was it clean later? Whatever. Time for a nap.
Angelic.
Finally, the end of a training montage, or whatever the hell that all was. I would have gone about it differently. But what do I know? I just an observer.