Esdeath and Katsu spend almost a week staying on this island, hunting, camping, battling, training or just enjoying quality time.
He also learns to control his ice ability from Esdeath while on his vacation. He didn't reach the stage like freezing time but he can create minions like her and store them like a battery to recover himself.
The Shambhala that Esdeath had was a Teigu, capable of spatial manipulation. Its user is granted the ability to teleport people and objects over large distances, using markers placed at the target of the teleportation. Thanks, to it Katsu and Esdeath can travel back anytime they want.
Esdeath still has to occasionally check back if the Empire is under attack or not, and because of his disappearance, Leone investigates and finds Esdeath joining with them.
"You should invite me here sooner. This place is great." Leone said in her bikini relaxing on a chair near a beach drinking alcohol.
"This place should be our honeymoon and you ruin it," Esdeath said her cold eyes staring dagger at Leone.
Katsu caressed Esdeath's cheek making her turn back to a gentle personality happily receiving his love. "The more the merrier besides, I am already gone for a week so, I should go back not before leaving some good memory
Esdeath's breathing deepens and her eyelids flutter her cheek turn rose as her heartbeat quicken.
Having sexual relationships with the two while staying on the island also makes Katsu lewder letting his primal instinct control getting skilled as
pleasing girls.
Warning 18+
With a tender, but urgent touch, he undresses Esdeath's bikini. Her bouncy boobs, firm nipples come into view.
He glides the backs of his fingernails over her areolas, causing a shiver and trail kisses from her lips to her collar bone to the center of her chest, before plating a lingering one on the apex of each breast. Esdeath lies back on a mat, back arching into his embrace.
The attentions of his mouth, his questing hands, venture lower. He catches her panty on the way, dragging it down and off, baring Esdeath's birthday suit.
He runs his hands up her supple legs, over her flexible stomach and creamy, pliable breasts, then kiss her again soundly. His tongues duel in a frenzy before he sinks lower again.
Between her hips, a narrow strip of blue hair leads straight down to the swollen, glistening lips of her sex. He catches a trace of Esdeath's musky scent. It brings dozens of hot, half-remembered images to mind of his time together days ago.
Naturally, he frees himself of his own clothing, his throbbing erection is on full display. he is so hard it's starting to hurt. Compare to his dull life in the past he now felt alive.
Esdeath gives a quiet moan when he surges back up to her, running his fingers up the insides of her hot thighs and drinking up the totality of her body.
Flushed, breathing excitedly, relaxed but filled with anticipation attention, Esdeath lies out on her back before him. She squirms slightly impatiently.
He draws back, drawn to her core, driving his shoulders beneath her things, and kisses her directly on her lower lips, then higher, right on her clit. Guided by his experience with her preferences, he tastes her skin, smells her flesh. her arousal then plays with her nub with the tip of his tongue.
Esdeath gasps breathily, stopping short of crying out not wanting to amuse Leone who is watching with interest. Her hands run feather-like over the back of Katsu's neck and through his hair powerless. But, when he tongue her clit again, Esdeath shivers and hooks her legs across the back of his shoulders.
There's nothing powerless about the strength of her flexing legs, pulling him hard against her center.
He doesn't relent or pause, even when his tongue and jaw begin to ache. He has a mission, he has a purpose. He plays and fiddle and teases Esdeath's body for an indeterminable time, guided by her moans, the twitch in her thighs, the unbearable tension in her fingertips.
And then a choked sound escapes his svelte partner. Esdeath suddenly lifts her hips, grinding her body hard into his face. A long minute of spasming, prolonged and guided by his incessant tongue, by his hold on her thighs.
When it passes, Esdeath falls back to the bed weakly, brow beaded with sweat, her bird-like chest heaving for breath.
He remains nestled between her thighs, stroking her hip now, feeling the inside of her leg along his cheek.
"I want you," murmurs Esdeath, hands running lightly through his hair and muscle. Her fingers beckon. "I want you so much..."
Those words, that tone, her body. It instantly rekindles the fire he has ignored in favor of Esdeath's pleasure.