He carried Citlali, hiccupping and flushed bright red, down the road towards her house. She giggled drunkenly and murmured all sorts of nonsense that he didn't quite understand. A bead of drool slipped down her lip. Her clothes were disheveled: the straps hung loosely off her shoulders, exposing the upper edges of her cleavage.

"Aether, I got a special-hic-Traveler TCG card. 'Shoujo main love interest Aether:' He's the cool, hot, suave, popular, harem senpai who prefers the quirky, ditzy kouhai MC who is lovesick for him."

"That's wonderful, Citlali," said Aether.

"Damn right it is," she hiccupped. "Heh, heh… he's as sexy as Hero in Reincarnated in a Shaman World. People say that doushinji is just gratuitous sex, but they don't understand the nuances of the characters…"

Aether smiled faintly. Man, if the Masters of the Nightwind could see Granny Citlali like this, maybe they'd be less afraid of her.

"Hey, Aether," she slurred, "Are we going to sex tonight?"

He tripped a little but caught his balance.

"Let's wait until morning when you're sober again."

"But you promised," she whined. "Sex me now!"

"We're both tired. Let's wait until morning. We'll enjoy it more then."

Citlali grumbled, "Hmph, how dare you blueball me…"

Aether reached her door and unlocked it. He then carried her to the bed and gently laid her head on the pillow. Citlali stared at him expectantly.

"No, we can't sleep naked together."

She pouted.

"At most, I'm willing to wear only underwear."

"That is acceptable," she said. "Take off my clothes."

Raising her hands over her head, Citlali gestured for him to get busy. Indulgently, he went over and pulled her shirt over her head. Then, he removed her skirt, shoes, and pants. Citlali lay before him, clad only in a bra and an old pair of granny panties. She bit her finger and looked Aether up and down with an expression that she probably thought was sexy. Too bad for her, though; she was disheveled, drooling a little, and intoxicated, so it was more silly than sexy.

Aether got down beside her. He removed his clothes and began folding them, when Citlali grabbed them and tossed them across the room.

"Heh, heh, clothes go bye-bye," she murmured.

Citlali pushed him onto his back, pulled the covers up over them, and nuzzled her head against his chest. Her hips ground against his leg, edging her on. A mischievous hand grabbed hold of his testicles beneath the underwear and squeezed.

"Can't wait to feel it in me~"

"Citlali, those don't go in there," he murmured.

"Shut up! Don't talk back to your-hic-elders. Tomorrow is sex time. I'm going to drain you dry!"

"I'm sure you will, sweetie."

Citlali promptly fell unconscious. She began snoring cute light breaths on his skin. Aether leaned over, kissing her forehead. Then, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drifted to sleep himself, dreaming about tomorrow.

Tubby's Notes

Name: Citlali

Occupation: Shaman

Profile: Eula 2.0. She's a total tsundure. She had her eye on Aether after spending maybe ten minutes with him. Apparently, she cast a spell that let her share her senses with the unintentional side effect of sharing her thoughts with him. You can imagine her embarrassment when she realized it. Likewise, she can sometimes hear Aether's thoughts. He has only compliments for her.

Citlali is greatly feared within her tribe. Shamans had to defeat her to become official shamans, but this requirement has changed to simply lasting one minute against her. They call her Granny Itzli out of fear. She's powerful, intelligent, proud, and has a bit of a superiority complex. However, she's somewhat of a slob. Her two hobbies are light novels and alcohol, both of which concern me. Yae Miko will undoubtedly see her as a useful pawn who can be easily manipulated.

Like Ei, she once closed her heart off to the world. She's lived 200 years and has seen many people pass, which makes it difficult to open up to others. I think Aether and the UHA will offer some opportunities for her to let in other people.

Citlali woke up with a hell of a hangover. She remembered bits and pieces of last night: walking home, taking off her clothes, and … Aether might've been there, but she couldn't say for sure. Looking around, Citlali found her bed empty. She supposed it was just a dream.

Then, she spotted a glass of water and a potion on her nightstand, along with a note. To Citlali: drink both of these for your hangover. -A

So, he must have been here after all. Well, hopefully, she didn't do anything too embarrassing. Citlali downed the water and potion, and her headache disappeared in an instant. She felt awake, alert, and totally ready to take on the day. Clear-headed, she could make out a delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. Someone was cooking. Odd. Only one person had her key.

Her stomach growled.

She hurried to the kitchen and witnessed a wondrous sight: Aether flipped pancakes on the stove, wearing nothing but an apron and boxers. She studied the contours of his thighs and buttocks, marveled at the width of his back, and wondered about his muscular arms.

This, she most certainly was not ready for. Her mouth watered hungrily.

Aether looked over his shoulder, shooting her a smile that could've melted Dragonspine.

"Hey, sit down. I'm almost done."

"A-Aether? Why are you in your underwear?"

"Because you insisted on it last night," he replied.

Citlali scoured her brain for that. Nope, last night was a blur. She realized she was in nothing but her underwear, so she ducked into her closet and screeched.

"Pervert! Did you take off my clothes?!"

"At your request," he said.

"I most certainly did not request that!"

"You did. Now, would you please come over here for breakfast?"

Citlali hesitated. Once more, she'd made an utter fool of herself. But she couldn't let him see her flustered. No, she'd been waiting to get him all alone with her. This was her chance.

Citlali walked into the kitchen, strutting with her head held high. They ate breakfast in their underwear as if it were the most natural thing in the world. With great effort, she kept herself from staring too much at his chest.

Once they finished, Aether asked her what she'd like to do. Citlali was about to say We should get naked and sex now, but she bit her tongue at the last moment. She would not embarrass herself like that. Plus, she couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her all needy. Clearing her throat, Citlali offered an indifferent shrug.

Aether grabbed her hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly, a smile spread across his face, and Citlali turned crimson.

"You read my mind! Didn't you?!"

"Yeah, a little," he said.

Before she could protest, Aether scooped her up and carried her bridal style to the bed. Her heart quickened as he placed her on her knees and positioned himself opposite her. He took her hands in his—his big, strong hands. His amber eyes welled up with respect and admiration.

"I want this, too," he admitted. "I've wanted you for a long time now."

"You do?" she said.

Aether pressed his forehead against hers, letting his mind open to her. A flood of images washed over her: the countless things he wanted to do with her. It was all so overwhelming and beautiful that she needed to step back and catch her breath.

Calming herself, Citlali mustered her best composure and regarded him graciously.

"Very well. I suppose I can grace you with my affection," she said.

"I'm very lucky," he replied. "So, shall we kiss?"

Kiss. Like in all those lovey-dovey light novels she enjoyed so much. Citlali gulped. Aether tenderly clasped her waist. She froze up.

"You can put your arms around my neck," he suggested. She followed his instructions, clasping his neck with her hands. "Please don't strangle me; I'm not into that."

Aether showed her how to hug his neck, so it brought their bodies closer together. His face hung only an inch from hers—handsome, shining, and everything she ever wanted. This was it. In five seconds, she was about to kiss those lips and make him all hers. Citlali had never been so scared.

"Hey, are you okay?" he whispered. "If you're not comfortable, say so, and we can stop."

"No," she said quicker than she meant to. "Don't you dare stop."

"I'm going to kiss you now. Close your eyes."

Shivering, Citlali closed her eyes. In the darkness, she felt him approach. His warm breaths mingled with her own as his lips drew near. At last, contact.

Warmth exploded through her pores as a giddy sensation shot through her chest. Her brain went haywire, and her crotch got a growing, needy itch. His lips massaged her bottom lip and then the top. Without thinking, Citlali brought her body closer to his, so their chests touched. Aether responded, running his fingers through her silvery hair.

"Are you still okay?" he asked with his thoughts.

"Yes. Let's Fontaine kiss now."

Opening their mouths, they slipped their tongues out and explored each other's mouths. Citlali's tongue wrestled his for dominance, savoring his exquisite flavor and moans. Her nipples hardened. The itch in her nethers grew more intense by the second.

"You're wonderful," he whispered.

"You're not bad either," she replied haughtily.

They kissed and kissed some more, exchanging saliva with each kiss. Her nails dug across his scalp. With this new purchase, she deepened their kisses even more. No matter how they kissed, though, the itch would not abate. It wanted—demanded—so much more.

"Can I take off your bra?" he asked mentally.

"Oh Gods, please do!"

With that, Aether unclipped the clasp and tossed aside her bra. Liberated, Citlali ground her boobs against his chest. Their nipples touched at the tips. Her wide areolas slid smoothly against his, exploring every marvelous inch of him.

"So good," she moaned. "Oh, Aether~"

"Are you ready to go all the way?" he asked.

She took off her panties. Placing her hands on her hips, she proudly displayed her figure to Aether. Then, she realized how impetuous she acted and that she was completely naked. Citlali covered her breasts and clitoris, blushing up a storm.

Aether only smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"You…ugh, stop making me feel so foolish and get naked already!"

"It would be my honor," he replied.

Aether hooked his thumbs into his waistband. The boxers shifted down inch by tantalizing inch. Citlali watched with bated breath. He teased her, stopping a moment too long. It worked, building up her anticipation for the ultimate reveal.

Then, freedom. His cock bounced free, dripping a little precum from the head. It was even better than she'd imagined it in all her wet dreams. Finally, after all these weeks of waiting and longing, she got him naked. Her joy reached a peak that went beyond any other high: the ecstasy of booze, the joy of a good light novel—none of it would compare to Aether's naked body. Nothing would compare to this.

Well, almost nothing. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her.

They both paused.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Aether asked.

"Um… the usual way?"

He chuckled, making her flustered.

"I mean, are you a top or a bottom?"

"Um… what?"

Aether got a thoughtful expression. He deliberated a moment before nodding.

"Okay, we'll try both positions and see what you like. Now, lay on your back and spread your legs."

"O-okay."

Citlali did as he told. Aether climbed on top of her. He teased the head against her opening. The bulbous head slid up and down, mingling its own precum with her own. She bit her lip, just wishing he'd put it in already but also afraid.

"It might hurt at first," he said, "Are you sure you want to go all the way?"

"Hmph. Worry about yourself."

He pressed his forehead against hers and caressed her cheek.

"Citlali, please don't act tough for my sake. Be honest. If you don't want to continue, just say so. I know this is kind of scary, and I don't want to make you feel like you have to do something you're not ready for."

His words touched a string in her heart. Goddamn it. Why did her boyfriend have to be such a gentleman? It made it that much harder to be all superior around him. Well, it did touch her to know he cared. Even so, she wouldn't be swayed.

"Stop procrastinating. I want this."

Aether kissed her.

"I love you, Citlali," he said mentally. "You're beautiful, smart, and so cute. Feel free to dig your nails into my back, okay? I love you. Thank you for choosing me."

She did. The head slipped inside her, spreading out her insides, and reached her hymen. With one final thrust, it broke. Fire-hot pain shot through her body. Tears welled in her eyes as she bit back her screams. He slid further inside her, going all the way up to her cervix.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I promise it'll get better soon."

"I'm f-fine," she said through clenched teeth. "Start moving."

Aether rolled his hips slowly. His cock slid along her insides, stretching out her most sensitive spaces. He bent over and nibbled her neck just below her ear. All the while, he spoke and thought sweet nothings.

"I love you so much, Citlali." "I'm sorry it hurts."

"I respect you from the bottom of my heart." "I won't let you be lonely anymore."

"Your body is wonderful. You feel so good." "You're wonderful, Citlali."

With each thrust, the pain subsided. In its place, she felt a lash of pleasure through her body. She threw her arms around Aether and pulled his neck into her lips. Taking it as permission, Aether caressed her boobs and ran his hand along her inner thigh.

Citlali didn't last five minutes. She orgasmed in an inelegant combination of squirting and screaming, "Aether, I love you! I love sex!"

Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes rolling back as the pleasure washed over her. It was heaven. All that masturbation couldn't compare to the real thing. Riding that wave of orgasm, she drifted into a blissful state between sleep and dreaming.

Aether stroked a hair from her face and cupped her cheek. Citlali remembered herself. She snapped awake and assumed an indifferent, neutral expression.

"Yes, well," she said, clearing her throat. "That was sufficient."

"'Was?'" said Aether with a grin. "We're just getting started, sweetie."

"H-huh?!"

"I can hear your thoughts. You want more, I can tell. Luckily for you, so do I!"

Aether clasped her thighs and lifted her hips into the air. Lubricated by her juices, his cock slid effortlessly in. He gyrated his hips. Citlali nearly orgasmed a second time right then. Tongue lolling from her mouth, she wailed.

"More!" she exclaimed.

Aether hitched her legs over his shoulders. He bucked. Each mighty thrust sent a shake through her body, causing her breasts to bob. Aether grinned as he watched her boobs flop and Citlali's face contorted in raw pleasure.

Her fingers dug into the bedsheets. All she could do was pant, moan, and gasp as Aether made love to her just as she had dreamed he would. With each thrust, Aether flooded her mind with thoughts of adoration and love. She returned in kind, sharing all her thoughts, dreams, and secrets. Their intimacy was one of bodies and mind.

She orgasmed, but Aether kept going. He flipped her onto her side and got behind her. His hands fondled her breasts. Reaching his head around his shoulder, he thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Citlali stroked her vulva and ran her fingers through his hair.

He rolled onto his back and positioned her on top. Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her chest against his and bucked upwards into her. She grabbed his face. They exchanged open-mouthed kisses. She lapped up his tongue, his love, and worked her hips against his.

"So?" he asked mentally. "Do you like top or bottom better?"

"Shut up and kiss me more!"

He clasped her head and stuck his tongue deeper into her throat, causing her to gag a little. Citlali moaned her approval. She lost herself in the wonderful sensations of Aether.

"Aether, I'm going to—"

"Me too. Let's do it together."

Her body shuddered. The orgasm made her walls contract. Aether's warmth seeped inside her, filling her completely and spilling across the mattress.

She fell into Aether's embrace, spent and exhausted, savoring the aftertaste of her climax. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she caught her breath. Each gasp filled her lungs with his wonderful scent. Each time he stroked her hair, Citlali's heart soared with ecstasy.

"A-Aether…" she wheezed.

"Shh," he whispered. "Just fall asleep in my arms. We'll continue when you catch your breath."

"What?! You mean, you can keep going?!"

"For you, absolutely," he replied.

He kissed her forehead. Her heavy eyelids began to falter as her mind drifted deeper into that blissful sleep. But she wouldn't give in just yet. Filled with determination, Citlali fought against the drowsiness. She climbed back up, palms spread across his chest, and stared pointedly at him.

"Hmph," she said. "I'm not that delicate. I can keep going as long as I want to."

"I've waited this long to have you; I'm going to use every second of today that I can get!"

Aether smirked.

"I hoped you'd think that."

Citlali swayed her hips up and down in rhythm. Aether held her hips, supporting her and guiding her along. Her pace was slow, especially compared to Aether's. Nevertheless, she couldn't move any faster, or she would collapse from exhaustion. Not that she would let him know that—she wore an arrogant smile.

"You look good beneath me," she declared. "So helpless and… weak."

"I'm definitely weak to you," he agreed. "Hey, you're moving kind of slowly. If you're tired, I can take over."

"Hah, as if! I'm just building up anticipation."

"Then, I guess you can do all the work," he said.

Aether released her hips and ceased all thrusting, leaving her to do all the work herself. She made a valiant effort but couldn't go a full minute before her strength failed. She sat on top of him, panting, gasping, and sweating.

"Fine, you can help," she said mentally.

Chuckling, Aether grabbed her hips and resumed bucking.

"I love seeing your boobs and butt jiggle," he teased. "So cute!~"

"I'm… I'm not…"

"But you are. You're my little cutie. I could look at you forever."

Citlali bit her lip to suppress her smile. A gesture which wasn't lost on Aether, for he cupped her breasts. His thumbs traced smooth circles around the areolas, flicking the tips. She grabbed his hands, doubling down on the fondling.

"I must be the luckiest man in the world," he thought, "I'm the first to see the great Citlali in all her glory."

"Yes, you are lucky," she agreed. "Count your blessings and shower me with all the love I deserve!"

Aether sat up. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing their bodies together, and kissed her. He lifted her up and down his cock. She embraced his shoulders, giving herself more leverage so she could lift herself. All the while, they licked, kissed, and pressed every inch of themselves together. Citlali threw herself into him. Ankles locked around his waist; she held him as close as possible.

Her mind melted into pleasure—not the kind from simple masturbation, light novels, or alcohol. No, this pleasure transcended mere physical gratification. Their intimacy explored not only her body but delved deeper into her very soul. They stood bare both physically and emotionally—each other's thoughts laid out like an open book. Never in all her centuries had she felt such a profound connection with another person.

"Citlali? Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

Aether caressed her cheek. "You're crying."

She smiled. "I've never felt better, my love."

His balls twitched. He orgasmed, causing her to orgasm as well. They kissed and kissed, continuing their lovemaking, utterly lost in the sensations of each other. This, Citlali decided, was worth the wait.