Yami sat down comfortably on a wide couch and watched the girl preen herself in the mirror, his amusement rising when he saw her cup her own chest and lift them up higher before leaning forward to inspect her face with her eyes narrowed.
I'm…me! How does he not see that?! Seto thought frantically, now thinking the boobs didn't look good at all. They looked kinda fake, just stuck to his chest like two orbs that were perky only because the bra was helping. His face was somewhat similar to the Miyo girl, but his cheeks weren't as round, and his chin was sharper. And his eyes were a startling blue, when in the magazine photo, she'd obviously been wearing colored beauty contacts. The hair was only a shade darker from his usual brown, maybe only because of the lighting.
"I'm ready whenever you are," Yami said simply, crossing his legs and glancing around the beautiful room, appreciating the gold and black décor. He couldn't deny he was a bit excited now that the confusion from earlier had cleared up.
This would be his first time experiencing human pleasure with a human who was willingly showing it to him.
He'd love to tell Mai or even Mana about this later, because the other mages had been ribbing him about never having experienced this feeling, and he had to wonder why the fuss. They were merely touching.
Oh, now he wants to fuck, Seto rolled his eyes and snapped, "shut up and wait. I'm busy."
Yami swallowed thinly and nodded. The eye-roll again…
Why did it look so familiar? Did all humans roll their eyes like that?! Because the previous human had done that as well, perhaps because they shared an impatience for this mysterious pleasure.
"Get naked," Seto said carelessly, still obsessed with his reflection. "And just sit there. I'll do everything." His eyelashes were nice and long. Could he bring this trait back with him in his demon body?! He really liked the effect it had around his blue eyes… And the boobs were getting annoying the more he touched them. How did girls do anything with these things stuck to their chests?! If they were any bigger, they'd obstruct his lower peripheral view.
Okay… Yami thought uncertainly as he stood up to unclip his cloak and leave it neatly folded on the back of the couch before his hands moved to his belt, and he unclipped it to drape it over his cloak too, his chest fluttering with anticipation. This was so strange…
Seto finally saw Yami sit down naked on the couch, and he turned around to snap, "not there! On the bed!" And he pointed at the giant double-wide king bed in the middle of the room, and Yami nodded, standing obediently to sit on the bed, feeling odd about everything.
He never had to take off his robes completely for anything, ever.
And seeing himself fully naked was…embarrassing.
His legs were quite skinny compared to the human girl's thighs which were nice and shapely.
He'd look at her legs instead to save himself the embarrassment.
Seo unzipped his athletic jacket and stepped out of his shorts, throwing them aside carelessly to stare at his own naked body, turning from left to right, liking the proportions, but that was it.
He didn't feel a connection to this female form. He'd keep the bra and panties on…for aesthetics.
Time to test everything out and then change back, Seto mused, turning to give Yami a beaming smile before rushing at him to sit on top of his slender legs again, reaching intrusively down between his legs to grab his flaccid length, and giving it a squeeze.
"Make yourself hard for me," Seto demanded, and Yami blinked slowly, nodding as he propped himself up on his elbows to stare at himself, willing it to grow hard, but nothing happened.
Oh…Oh my god! He doesn't know how any of it works! Seto reeled as he inched off of Yami's legs and decided to try his mouth again, mainly to hide his face in case he was making any strange expressions.
"I'm sorry, I'm bad at it… It's my first time trying something like this," Yami offered lamely, and Seto pressed his chin against Yami's inner thigh, silently fuming, I know!
Telling himself he'd laugh about this incident in Yami's face later, Seto bravely surged forward to put Yami's flaccid length in his mouth and gave it a few tentative rolls into the pocket of his cheek, wondering if it felt good, but then decided he didn't care.
He was here to test himself out first, so he'd do whatever he felt like.
Yami let his breath out in a soft huff, feeling the hot, wet sensation engulf his lower half and spread like wildfire through his chest, making his head spin, and finally after what seemed like an eternity did his length stiffen and jut directly upwards from between his legs, looking oddly grotesque. He didn't have much time to stare because the girl had dipped her mouth down over his entire length, swallowing it up completely and giving him a pang of anxiety before she backed away and wiped the spit off her chin, looking satisfied.
W-Was that it?
It had felt better when the man from earlier did it to him.
"Thank you…" Yami said weakly, and Seto stared.
Okay, whatever. This female mouth was small, and he couldn't comfortably open his mouth wide enough to do what he liked.
He raised up and straddled Yami's legs again, aware that his own inexperience in this body was making it awkward, so he decided to focus on what he knew would definitely feel good—Yami's dick into his hole.
Slipping two fingers down between his legs, Seto cautiously explored the soft folds. It felt like balls if he could honest…and found his hole with his middle finger before feeling a jolt of heat when he cupped his palm higher up against the softness, and he shot Yami a tentative look, relieved to see the spiky-haired man watching him casually like he was an entertaining show.
Seto drew confidence from this and reached for Yami's hardness, poking it playfully against his entrance and feeling it slip from his wetness, so he gave it a few teasing rubs, feeling Yami's thighs tensing underneath him in rapid jolts, making his stomach twist with excitement, and his fingers brushed over the large textured bumps on either side of Yami's shaft, which gave Seto a genuine headrush, so he decided to bravely sit down on it slowly, head first and then centimeter by agonizing centimeter…stretching himself almost painfully because he wasn't used to this feeling, but every time he felt himself go over a curve, he celebrated silently and felt a hot jolt of heat go up his chest. Success…!
Yami's breath hitched when the human took his shaft and put it up inside her, and the searing, burning fire was engulfing him in violent waves when nothing was really happening other than …he was merely laying there while the girl did as she pleased, raising up again to swipe the head of his dick up along her softness before sitting back down on it with an impish grin that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. His entire lower half was on fire, and the girl's knees tightened around his hips as she rocked forward roughly and panted, "like it? …How does it feel? Your first hole…is me!"
Speechless, Yami could only nod politely and feel each electrifying jolt raking up and down his chest, bringing with it a curling wave of ice that made his vision fade, and he could barely register what was happening… other than something amazing. Her chest was pressed up against his, and she was making him feel her again while she raised up and down along his length repeatedly, sending him reeling on a high, pleasurable cloud. She was doing it so slowly, rising up and down to give him long, slow ripples of heat… Would it be too much to ask her to go…faster?
Seto grit his teeth and enjoyed the way his insides burned and clenched with joy at the thickness inside. The odd texture on Yami's dick was giving him extra tingles every time he raised up slowly to feel each unique bump, and he almost wished Yami would push him down and fuck him harder, because his thighs were aching.
He dipped his lips down to press a tight kiss to Yami's lips and insisted, "do it however you want. My legs are tired now. Just put—" And the wind was knocked out of him when Yami flipped him over onto his side, and a tanned hand pressed down into the mattress in front of his face as Yami hovered excitedly over him and began to fuck him in earnest, not giving him time to breathe or even protest, making him see stars dotting the corners of his vision as his stomach curled and burned with raw ecstasy when Yami thrust into him repeatedly, his eyes narrowed with lust and concentration, making Seto curl his knees into his chest to ride out a shallow orgasm when the base of Yami's dick hit a burning, high point inside him, but it still wasn't a big orgasm for some reason…
Gasping for breath, Yami leaned back to stare between the girl's legs where his length was wedged firmly into soft, pink folds, and he pulled out curiously to poke at the other pink hole directly above it, questions bursting from his chest. He was more familiar with this part…mainly because he had one too.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Seto hissed, clenching his ass in fury when Yami stopped in his thrusting motions. "You suck! Don't stop!"
"Can I put it in here?" Yami asked before he could stop himself, and to his amazement, pretty, manicured fingers crept around the pale flesh and spread the hole for him enticingly.
"Yeah try it, but I'm not prepared," Seto said flatly, swiping some of his wetness up his crack to gently finger himself, wincing at the feeling. He gave himself a few more thrusts and felt Yami poking intrusively at his rim, and his eyes widened. W-Wait…hang on…
His breath was slowly eased out of his lungs when Yami leaned into him, stretching him paper thin and giving him a jolt of pain along with a pang of anger. I-Inexperienced virgin…asshole…! The moment that curse left his mind, Seto felt his ass thrum heatedly as Yami pulled out slowly and made him double over with a shuddering wave of pleasure.
"Am I hurting you?" Yami asked, and he received a furious hiss, "what do you think?"
"Then I'll stop!" Yami balked, but to his rising confusion, the girl kept her legs spread and threw him another reproachful glare over her shoulder.
"You're already in. Just do it all the way," Seto growled, not expecting Yami to continue, but his ears rang when Yami crashed into him roughly with another thrust that made his throat tighten, and he fell onto the mattress, chin-first, trying to gather his bearings while Yami's hands gripped his ass and pounded into him with reckless abandon, clearly enjoying himself.
Yami put himself into the softness as far as he could go, amazed and excited. This hole was even tighter than the other one…but the other one was softer when he wanted relief from the choking sensation around the base of his dick, so he pulled out slowly to shove himself into the lower hole, feeling the human spasm underneath him and let out a strangled laugh and insist he continue, so he did…however he wanted, enjoying each and every wonderful wave of joy that washed over him every time the hole clenched around his length, and the girl had gone quiet after a few more thrusts, her breathing heavy and slow while her legs trembled violently, and Yami was about to ask if it hurt again when she shouted at him, her voice muffled by the pillows, "how many fucking times do I have to say, don't stop—" So Yami thrust himself into her half out of fear and the other half to chase the tightness bubbling low in his chest that burst forth in a fiery orgasm that made it hard to keep his eyes open. I-Incredible. What a feeling. His entire body was melting, and his dick was still trapped between the girl's legs because she was dipping her fingers into his essence to smear it around her front, her fingers doing something…amazing…
Seto grit his teeth and tried masturbating, unsure how to do it 'correctly' because he felt empty due to the three shallow orgasms from earlier, with the big one nowhere in sight. How did girls fucking do this?! He rubbed the tender nub in his center and felt a jolt of pain.
Ow, what the fuck!
He tried again, and went gently this time, going for basic, up and down thrusts to mimic fucking, and it took forever for the orgasmic feeling to come back. Yami was watching him the whole time, wide-eyed and curious, so Seto gazed right into his eyes and let his body shudder happily with a rough wave of pleasure before he finally came back down, his chest heaving for air and his entire body tingling.
Well, I'm never doing sex in a girl's body again if I can help it, Seto thought sourly as he rested his head back on the mattress to stare up at the lights, with Yami's spiky hair hovering somewhere to the side, still watching him.
"Want to touch my boobs some more before you go?" Seto asked encouragingly as he propped himself up on his elbows and touched his own breasts, reaching around behind him to unclip the bra and staring at the two mounds on his chest.
"I'm fine, thank you," Yami said shakily, but the venomous glare he received made him reach his hand out obediently and closed it around soft flesh. T-There… This girl was scary….
"Did you like it?" Seto asked innocently, and he received a confused look from Yami.
"Yes, I enjoyed myself," Yami said carefully, wanting to leave as politely as possible now, lest the human wanted to put a leash on him to keep him in this dimension forever as a pet. "You're very good at it."
His lower body was throbbing strangely, and his boner was still hard even though he came, and he had to wonder why it wasn't going down.
Seto stared curiously at Yami's crotch while the mage edged off the bed on shaking legs and gave him a half-smile before stumbling into the bathroom and locking himself inside.
The robe and belt slowly vanished off the edge of the couch, and Seto froze, realizing Yami was leaving… And he felt himself leak sinfully before he saw a flash of light glow underneath the crack of the door before it disappeared, indicating Yami had teleported out before the fluids had even dried off his legs.
W-Wow. What a way to treat a girl.
Furious, Seto hopped off the bed and kicked the bathroom door open, unsurprised to see that it was empty, and he glared at his naked reflection in the mirror. Well, shit. This meant he had to get back before Yami discovered he was gone.
Sighing in frustration, Seto pulled open several drawers and found a pouch of cosmetics, and tore it open to grab the lipstick, uncapping it to hover the tube over the mirror, shutting his eyes and mentally recalling what Mai had written on the ground. She didn't specify that it had to be on the ground… so he started writing it out on the mirror, pausing to close his eyes, reference the memory, and then opening them to carefully copy each character.
When he was finished, he leaned back to inspect his handiwork. He'd written it out in a square block the way Mai had shown him, and nothing was happening.
He stood there for an eternity, his panic rising until he glanced down at his feet and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his feet fading. Writing out the portal was inefficient and slow, so Seto crossed his arms across his chest and glared at his reflection, his mind churning for a solution while he waited.
Yami's teleportation circle glowed right by the door of Mai's tavern, and Mai kept herself busy, keeping her face blank as Yami burst into the dining area breathlessly, his eyes wide with panic.
"Hey hun, welcome back," she said flatly, keeping an ear out for upstairs while she steadily wiped the counter down, listening to Yami launch into a frantic rant.
"So many humans touched me on that trip!" Yami cried, pausing to cast a deafening spell around them with a quick wave of his fingers so Seto couldn't eavesdrop, and speaking of Seto… "Where is the child? He's upstairs? Asleep?"
"Yep," Mai lied smoothly, ducking down under the counter to pull out a drink to pour one out for Yami who appeared like he needed one badly. "Drink up to calm your nerves. Tell me what happened."
Yami sank shakily into the bar seat and gripped the glass, staring into the liquid as his body shook with adrenaline as he wondered where to start.
"A human man and a human woman showed me different versions of pleasure," Yami said seriously, and Mai's cheeks reddened, but she looked interested.
"Lucky you," she said dryly, crossing her arms and leaning over the bar to stare into Yami's face which was stressed with dark shadows. "You need some sleep, love."
"In a minute! I can't…" Yami's voice caught in his throat while he vividly replayed the bar and hotel events in his mind, thinking he'd never be the same again. His body was still thrumming with an odd energy, and what scared him the most was that he's secretly enjoyed every moment of it so much, he would seriously consider returning…for another taste of that heavenly feeling.
A loud thunk sounded from upstairs, and Yami snapped out of his trance, glancing up at the stairs while Mai rushed out from behind the bar, holding her hand up sternly.
"He's been good these past few days, since I've been bribing him with dragon rides," Mai said confidently, already halfway up the steps. "Pull yourself together and I'll tell him you're back."
She approached the small door at the end of the hallway and knocked audiblely enough for Yami to hear downstairs.
"Seto?" Mai called sweetly, her heart thudding nervously in her chest when she heard cursing from the other side. "I'm coming in! Better be ready!"
Shit, fuck, shit… That was rough…
Seto scrambled to his feet and realized he was naked. His clothes had gone. He'd traveled dimensions wearing the cloak, so where the hell was it? He'd lost it. Shit. There was stuff in the pockets!
He spun around and breathed a sigh of relief to see his clothes hanging off the bedpost, so he rushed to put them on, calling over his shoulder, "I'm not done! Stay outside!"
Mai leaned her shoulder against the doorframe and nodded, listening to the child scrambling around in the room, clearly trying to fix his mess. Well, at least he was back. Thank god.
"Yami is back!" She sang quietly, knocking again. "You wanna see him, don't you? I've been so tired of your whining, and he's finally back now, come out!"
The door swung open, and the demon child appeared at knee-height with his brown hair looking disheveled but otherwise normal.
"Did you have a good nap?" She asked pointedly, raising her eyebrows, and Seto nodded vehemently, grabbing the elf by the arm and tugging her into the room.
The door closed softly behind them, and Seto glanced frantically around the room before whispering, "can he hear us?"
Mai looked thoughtful for a bit before she pulled a spring of herb from her apron and waved it around, humming before she tucked it away and nodded.
"Now he can't. What did you do?" Her demeanor changed instantly, going from friendly to stern.
"Nothing! I followed Yami to two locations at his stupid party and then he left without me because he couldn't recognize me!" Seto cried anxiously, giving his head a frustrated rub and bumping up against his broken horns that made him wince. "I was a fully grown man when meeting him at the first location, and a fully grown woman at the second time! I even had breasts! Smaller than yours—"
"Okay, I don't need to hear the details, because I think you traumatized him," Mai said coolly, reaching out to smooth the stray strands of hair down Seto's head that was frizzing up from his dimensional travel. "We're not going to talk about this anymore. You rode Anja three times in return for being a good help at the bar these past few days, okay? Hide your thoughts carefully or he'll kill me for being a bad influence on you."
"Does Yami have a lover?" Seto asked furiously, unable to let it go. "Has he ever had one?"
"A what?" Mai wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Stop describing human customs. Yami would never do anything like that. I don't want to hear anything more about disgusting human habits, got it? Zip."
"But I just want to know if he has someone he likes—" Seto protested, and Mai pointed sternly at him.
"Zip." She said firmly, her eyes narrowing prettily at him. "Nothing about mating or…sex or whatever filthy things it is that humans do, because you never went there, got it?"
What?! Seto reeled, and Mai retaliated telepathically too.
I can hear your thoughts too, babe. I'm this close to giving you a real punishment if you bring it up again. I'm taking the silence barrier down now.
Then how do you guys reproduce?! Seto balled his fists at his sides, feeling his claws digging into his skin and almost drawing blood.
Mai blinked at him and tilted her head casually, "you really need to start attending school, darling. Or start reading some more for your own good." And she nodded at Yami's bookshelf before answering his question.
"We're spawned. At various locations and terrains depending on our species."
Cool. This is a video game. I get it, Seto replied flatly, lowering his head in defeat. So the humans were truly superior in this universe because they hunted and killed monsters for…EXP? Or for fun, he couldn't tell because all his information was filtered and biased, coming from Yami, who was a monster sympathizer. Great. This game was on Hard Mode.
"Okay. Now come down and give him a big hug," Mai said stiffly, walking out the door and running straight into Yami who was standing curiously by the doorframe, holding the empty glass and still looking agitated.
"I was worried. It was quiet in here," Yami said apologetically, wondering if Mai and Seto had bonded since he'd been gone, because the two appeared to have stopped glaring at each other enough to hold a civil conversation.
"He was asking me stupid questions like, 'where are we spawned?'" Mai scoffed, brushing past Yami with a stiff shoulder. "Better give him some more reading material. I'll be downstairs if you need anything, babes."
Seto stared listlessly at Yami hovering in the doorway before he remembered he had to act, so he rushed forward to throw his arms around Yami's leg, feeling the mage tense in an all-too familiar way.
"Missed you," Seto said robotically, unable to put more feeling into it. "I got bored watching you on the portal and rode on Anja three more times. She knows my name now. Why were you gone for so long?"
"Ah, you met Anja the Ancient Fairy Dragon?" Yami said warmly, hoping to avoid talking about any part of his trip to the human dimension. "And you want to know how we're spawned? I'll get you some books on that. I missed you too!"
And warm arms came down around his shoulders to give him a brief but tight hug, and Seto found himself picked up and sat down on the edge of the bed. His stomach turned with frustration as he gazed into Yami's face and was met with a beaming smile. U-Ugh…
"I had a terrible time," Yami said quietly, and Seto's face paled so much, he had to quickly correct himself. "It wasn't all terrible. I had some fun, but I spent most of it worrying about you…!"
"Uh huh… What parts were fun?" Seto asked coldly as he folded his tiny arms across his chest, wondering if he could make Yami admit it, but he knew Yami would never say anything about it to a child. Even now, the mage's thoughts were eerily silent.
"The…talking to humans part, and the meeting new humans part," Yami said tentatively, rising up to sit on the edge of the bed while running a cleansing spell down his body, even passing it over Seto's tiny body, and ran it down his legs absently.
"So you don't hate humans?" Seto asked brashly, and he saw Yami's face redden.
"I don't hate the ones I met in that dimension," Yami declared, nodding as he decided this was indeed true. "They were all kind, understanding, and very different from the humans in this world—"
"Yeah, because you were in Japan. Congrats," Seto said bitterly, looking down at his tiny knees and hating his child body even more now.
"You know the name of the world I was in? Ah, of course…you and your multiple…lives," Yami mumbled, giving Seto a pat on the shoulder. "Do Japanese humans have many odd customs?"
"Yes," Seto replied in a furious rush, eager to talk about home. "Shoes off anytime you step inside your home, an important location—school, some workplaces, hair salons—and even some restaurants depending on the rules. Wear a face mask if you're sick, and you need to look nice in public or people will think you're being rude on purpose."
Ah…I see … Yami nodded stiffly, his heart clenching as he realized he didn't notice any of these customs other than being handed different shoes, and was more secretly hoping Seto would divulge information about how the humans behaved…with each other…regarding touching…
"Still want to hear more?" Seto asked hopefully, chafing from Mai had stifled him from talking about human activities. "Japanese trains are cool and can go super fast! I saw you didn't eat any raw fish which is a Japanese specialty. Next time, try some. I got so mad when I saw you refuse to eat the first food offering, I stopped watching after that."
Yami swallowed the thick lump in his throat and nodded again. He couldn't stop nodding. The face of the blue-eyed blond-haired man kept flashing back into his mind, and it took all his willpower to keep the image out of his mind lest Seto accidentally read it. Perhaps he could try one last time, and very carefully mention a hotel…but not the activity that had happened in it.
"I went into a human hotel, not to be confused with a …" Yami stopped himself and realized he would have to explain a brothel, and clicked his jaw shut. Nope. Bad idea.
"Hotels are nice. There are themed ones," Seto mused, keeping up the indifferent act and drawing his knees up to his chest. "Some are decorated with a food theme, and others are small capsules for quick stays. Net cafes are popular for tourists to stay at for one night, or businessmen seeking stopover beds on flights. It's a cheap, barebones option, but its somewhere to sleep that isn't the airport."
So many types of hotels! Yami thought nervously and he nodded, thinking the one he'd gone into was probably one of those 'themed' ones.
"I forgot to mention that there are also love hotels," Seto added carelessly, knowing this would elicit an extreme reaction in Yami, so he kept his eyes downcast while talking directly to his knees. "Couples like to attend these for memorable times together, and it's a great stay for girl's-night parties. Business women who don't want to stay in male-dominated hotels aimed at salarymen sometimes choose to stay in love hotels for the safety of it."
"I-Interesting…" Yami broke out into a cold sweat and felt an odd pang go through his chest, but he stuffed it down. He leaned over to give Seto a one-armed hug and sat himself up on the bed, laying down behind the child and closing his eyes, whispering, "I'm very tired Seto. Thank you for the information…"
"You went to a hotel?! Wish I could've seen that!" Seto said excitedly, not showing any signs of tiredness, and Yami's eyes shot open with dread before he closed them again and shook his head.
"It was a very boring hotel. There was nothing to see. I'm sure you've been in better ones."
Seto frowned and crossed his arms in a huff. Was it that boring?! Or Yami was just lying to him cuz he was a kid, right?
"But…more bad news, Seto, I'm sorry to say it after I just came back, but I might need to return to that dimension more often," Yami said guiltily, thinking he would now actively seek out quest scrolls that led him directly to Japan, because he was itching to experience those incredibly polite humans again…and possibly have another intimate encounter.
"How is that bad news? Bring me some whiskey. Or coffee beans," Seto insisted, wishing Yami would stop acting so tired and look him in the eye. "C'mon, Yami! Promise me! Stop sleeping!"
"Seto…I've had a really exhausting trip," Yami cracked one eye open and rolled onto his side to drape his arm protectively over the child's knees. "You can watch me sleep. I know you like doing that. I'll try to find you this coffibeen and wiskey the next time I'm there on assignment."
"…Kay. Good," Seto grumbled, and he laid his head down to watch Yami's chest rise and fall evenly as the mage fell asleep.
His heart fluttered with a mixture of frustration and rage as he stared at the high bridge of Yami's nose, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Yami's cheek and not receiving a reaction at all. Okay. He had more chances to try. Yami said he was going back to Japan, maybe he could tag along next time?
Author's note:
yami and seto have safe return back to their dimension but poor yami is -doesn't know how to feel- and seto is like -still angst about his body changing shapes so many times-