I had to fight back the impulse to hold her where she was by her hips as she rose off of me. She pinched the sides of her long, black skirt and swished it as she turned side to side, the very image of the 'Yamato Nadeshiko', or the idealized Japanese woman. The outfit, while conservative, complemented the thin, elegant lines of her body. Her blouse, tucked tightly into her high-waisted skirt, was pulled tight across her chest, and through its thin white cotton, I could just make out the fine lace of her white bra beneath.
"Do you like my outfit?" she asked. "My mother brought it for me from my family home. I forgot I owned it, honestly. This would have been a common pairing for me in high school."
"Damn, you were classy as hell as a teen, Maki. I love it, really suits you."
She preened and even hid a blush with a little cough. I wondered if she was a fashionista before Ken's death – she did have a model's body, it'd be a shame if she wasn't. "Thank you. Do you find anything strange with it?"
I scanned her up and down; it was a lacy, button-up blouse tucked into a long black, semi-pleated skirt which did an excellent job of showing off the roundness of her hips. She wore no jewelry and was barefoot. "There's something strange to find?" She nodded. "Hmm."
I could have rolled a Skill, but I wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own first. The longer I looked, the more of a 'tip-of-the-tongue' sensation growing in me. Less was more here, the longer I studied her clothes, the more badly I wanted to peel them off her, to see if perhaps Ishida Ai had brought her daughter a pair of matching lacy panties to go with the bra.
Thinking out loud, I said slowly, "Your mom brought it from your family home, what was left behind there from before you moved to an apartment in University City. So, then…why…"
Why, why, why, I repeated in my head, trying to piece together what I was feeling. I found my eyes pulled to her chest, and not for the usual reasons either.
"Would you like to touch?"
"No—I mean, fuck. Yes, obviously, but I don't think I need to."
I knew I shouldn't be staring at her breasts like this, that it was the definition of creep behavior, but I couldn't deny that there was something there, something about the—
"Wait. You left lingerie behind when you went to college? And then your mom grabbed it to bring here?"
Maki clapped once and jumped back onto my lap. She grabbed my face with both hands and planted a big platonic smooch on my cheek. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you'd get there! No, I didn't leave lingerie in my childhood dresser, although I wouldn't put it past my mother to have brought it if there was any there. She's fond of you, and of us as a pair."
She took my hands and planted them on her tits. "What do you think?"
"They're great, ten out of ten, would fuck again."
She rolled her eyes. "James."
I smiled and started actually inspecting her through touch and not merely groping. "It's well-fitted, I'm not finding any skin bulges or signs of pinching. Whose is it?"
Maki smirked. "Whose is what?"
Nothing shifted, nothing changed, not truly, but the sensation of holding a pair of bra-covered breasts was slowly replaced by that of braless ones. Under her shirt, a slow-moving, bright blue fire burned away the lingerie without harming her, me, or her blouse.
I watched, mouth open. The lace burned in intricate patterns as the flames consumed the cups of the bra, registering neither as heat to my touch nor as fire to my Qi-nature. "Holy shit."
"Fox-fire," she said with great pride. "One of the most potent forms of illusion, on par with if not greater than fairy Glamour. My mother took over an hour to recognize its presence today, and even she had to clarify that I hadn't brought lingerie with me on my mission."
"It holds up to touch?"
"Of course, it is the tool of the great Kitsune, it would be useless if it couldn't survive such simple scrutiny. Don't worry," she added, seeing the concern in my face, "it is exceptionally rare. I've been trying to replicate the effect since I was a child. The Shrine hosts a kimono event with local and Japanese designers during Fashion Week, and I would dream for weeks after it of conjuring the one-of-a-kind, ludicrously expensive silk pieces I saw there. Unfortunately, even as a child, it was clear that I lacked the temperament required to be a regular Petitioner of either of our two fox spirits. They are fickle with their power, and quick to ask for more and more from their favorite mortals."
Her eyes were twinkling, and I could see where this was going. "Then you drank down some of that sweet, sweet James-branded jizz. I thought you were being unusually proud and approving of me."
"Don't be ridiculous, if I've seemed unusually approving it's only because you've been unusually reasonable." I raised an eyebrow in response. A hint of pink colored her cheeks; she was too self-aware to fully believe that. "Perhaps I've been slightly biased in your favor by the circumstances, but it has nothing to do with your semen. I already owe you so much, the access to a universal power source is only an added benefit."
It was good to know that Maki registered my three guaranteed Successes on any Social interactions with her from Hero's Harem as a 'slight' bias.
"Speaking of owing you…" Maki undid the top button of her blouse. "I made you a promise last night."
"To get nasty? Don't sweat it, that was before we agreed to be partners. We've got plenty of time to check off every sticky box on the nasty-list. Honestly, it makes sense to keep certain ones uncrossed so that I can use them as sources of power later on, when I know more about the specific challenges ahead."
Maki moaned a completely unbelievable moan that would have seen her kicked off of a porn set for terrible acting. "Oh, baby, if you get any more reliable I'm going to cum."
I laughed before realizing that she hadn't been joking. "Wait, were you being serious?" I laughed harder.
"Sh-shut up! Laugh all you want, James, but sexual incentives have moved men and women much more resolute than you through all of human history."
My jaw dropped. "You're actually planning to try to use sex to keep me reasonable?" Maki pouted angrily. "HAHAHAHAHA! How are you quietly the craziest person I know?"
"It's a great plan!"
"I'm borderline a sexual demigod, woman. The plan is to manipulate me through sex. It's a terrible plan!"
"Hmph. I'll rise to the occasion, of course." She stuck her hands to the side. "Undress me."
So good at reading people, so bad at manipulating them – a morally righteous way to live your life, I thought. It was clear she considered this a power move; I would have torn her shirt open as a riposte, but that would mean I'd be sheepishly sewing the buttons on later so that I didn't feel like an asshole.
Her lips twitched upwards as I started undoing the rest of her buttons. I shook my head. "Don't look so smug. You're about to be topless and in my lap."
"It's only an incentive if you view it as a reward, James. I have you right where I want you."
I smiled, made eye contact, and opened the gates of Gorgon's Lust, a feat I hadn't used since my first night with Marianne. I found it too crude, a sledgehammer compared to my many other fine instruments of pleasure. A sharp spike of lust leaped from my eyes to hers, causing her entire body to go rigid as she mustered her willpower to fight off a spontaneous orgasm. Maki fell forward, resting her forehead against my sternum, and made a sound like an angry cat.
"Jerk," she bit out past gritted teeth.
I continued unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it out from under the high waist of her skirt. "What was that?"
She pushed herself back and let me pull her arms through the sleeves of her blouse. Her nipples were like glass cutters and her pupils had dilated slightly. I dragged my hands roughly up her sides, enjoying the way her soft, pale skin molded to my firm hold, and leaned forward to take a nipple into my mouth.
Maki stopped me with a hand on my forehead. "Wait. I," she gulped nervously, "ehm, could I make a request? This isn't a ploy on my end, and you're of course free to refuse."
She was half-acting; the emotions at the root were honest, but she was playing them up to try and move me. I tutted mentally – it was on now.
"You could ask me for a star, and I'd spend my life trying to pluck it from the sky," I said, making a formal Seduction + Charisma roll.
Her face and down past her neck turned red and she had to look away to control herself. "Th-thanks," she said in a small voice. Clearing her throat, she continued with her usual confidence, "I wanted to ask you if we could try sex without your lust magic. I'd like to see the difference for comparison." I stayed silent, waiting for the real reason. After a moment she reluctantly added, "And, you know, for the first time, I thought it might be nice…"
I ran my knuckles gently down her side reassuringly. "That's all? You don't have to justify your desires to me, and certainly not your boundaries."
She quickly shook her head. "It isn't a boundary, I'm just being, well, frankly, perhaps, needlessly sentimental. I shouldn't be, since we aren't actually dating but—"
"Maki, it's fine. I'm happy to show off my non-magical talents, on one condition. Ask me for something genuinely unhinged sexually, something you'd assume I wouldn't do for you."
"Why?"
"Why not? Maybe I want to know what makes you tick, maybe I want you to know that I really would rob the heavens for you. Go on, we both know you've got something crazy in the chamber, shoot."
Maki bit her lip. "Okay, but again, feel free to say no—"
"I'm feeling free, babe."
She thought about it a little, wobbling her head back and forth. I got the impression she was fairly vanilla, but this was Maki, and we were in a porn world – I was sure she had something strange to request.
"After you…" she squeaked something I couldn't make out.
"Pardon?"
Clearing her throat and doing an admirable job of pretending she wasn't a deep rose-red color, she said, "I asked if after you learn to shapeshift, would you be willing to have sex with me as me? As in, would you shapeshift into my body before we had sex. One of the fox spirits used to wear my shape and tease me when I was growing up and it's become the fetish that I can't get out of my head."
"Hahahahahaha! Holy shit, that's what I'm talking about! Hey, hey, I'm not making fun of you," I added, seeing her reaction. "Well, okay, maybe a little, but I'm totally down; that's the sort of harmless degeneracy that I need to embrace if I want to get stronger. It is fucking weird, not going to lie. And I'm a bit confused as to why you seem sure I'll learn to shapeshift."
"Come now, James, we can both read the writing on the wall, this mortal form of yours is only transitionary. Almost every divine spirit is capable of taking other forms. That said, if you only develop a single other form, then I'd rather it not be me, but if the stars align…"
I wasn't sure any of that was a given, but now wasn't the time. "That could be years away."
"I'm a patient woman."
"You don't have to be. I'd be willing to actively pursue shapeshifting if you asked me to, purely because you asked. Then you could fuck me in whatever body you want – I don't give a shit."
She reared back aghast. "I can't ask that! It's too much."
"I'm telling you, you can."
"James, I…the things I was saying last night about how I'd take you if you were a woman were only to tease you. I don't expect you to shed your gender identity—"
I laughed. "Maki, if Loki can fuck a stallion as a mare and give birth to its eight-legged kid, I can have sex with a human female as a human female without worrying about any of that. Also, I identify as an action hero – no, as the Action Hero; I'm Sarah Connor and the goddamn Terminator, alright. So come on, what do you say? Let's go on this journey of sexual metamorphosis together."
I was half following the lead given to me by the Seduction roll, and half making the call in the moment. In truth, yes, I was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex as a woman, and doubly so with the idea of having sex as Maki with Maki – a delightfully insane proposition. But with my life, my friends' lives, and my family and my city's safety on the line, discomfort wasn't going to stop me from collecting the fat EXP bag the Producers would be sure to reward me with.
I felt her breath hitch and watched as she fought back the excitement in her face. "You won't prioritize it above your safety?"
"Nope. I'm gonna have to fight, like, one to three shapeshifters before I figure it out anyway, so no need to worry there."
"Kami-sama," she whispered to herself before mustering her courage with a deep, meditative breath. "Then, please, if you wouldn't mind."
"Please…"
"Please learn to shapeshift into a feminine form, and then specifically into me."
"So…"
A little manic smile seized her face in a worrying rictus. "So—so that I can," she said, each word coming twice as fast as the last, "have sex with a hotter version of myself."
I gave her a thumbs up. "You've got my word that I'll learn to shapeshift to satisfy your self-cest kink."
She let out a long breath and relaxed onto me, wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck. Finally, without my bandages and her clothes in the way, I was able to feel her bare breasts against my chest. "Ahhhhh, that feels amazing, it's like I've physically unburdened myself. I don't know how long I was carrying that shame, probably since puberty. 'Self-cest,' hm? Of course, there's a term for it – feels silly to have even been worried."
Maki kissed her way up my neck and chin and took my lips, nonverbally communicating her appreciation with a remarkably loving, affectionate kiss, only pausing once she could no longer hold her breath. The idea that this was a purely platonic relationship was becoming more tenuous by the minute.
The miko closed her eyes and pulled back from me, pointing her head to the sky. "Kami-sama, I wish that every shy lesbian in Black Harbor one day grows up to have an open-minded demigod for a lover."
"I think you're going to have to be okay with being a special case in that regard, Maki."
"Oh, I don't know, maybe we can do a bi-yearly raffle for charity."
She stood up in front of me once more. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the waist of her skirt and let it fall off her long, narrow legs. A pair of lacy white panties that matched her fox-fire bra was all that she was wearing now.
"Inspect them."
I pinched the cloth between my fingers, marveling at how real it felt. Circulating some Qi between my thumb and forefinger, I tried to sense if they were in any way unique – nothing, not even the hint of Fire-Qi. I'd have to look elsewhere if I was going to try and replicate the power. I rubbed down the front, feeling the little bumps and ridges of the immaculate lacework, letting a finger separate her lips as it went. Maki was wet, and more interestingly, so were the panties – they even stained as they soaked in more of her grool.
"What the fuck," I muttered. Was I simply helpless in the face of such illusions? Was there no way to ever be prepared for everything in this world without a large team of specialists?
"Maybe a closer look will help," teased Maki.
"Good idea."
She screamed in pleased surprise as I picked her up by the waist and moved her so that she was standing on the couch in front of me, legs straddling either side of my head. As much as I wanted to turn this sexy, I was still stuck on my total inability to pierce the illusion.
I laid my tongue flat, dug it into the growing damp spot where the panties were sticking to her wet labia, and licked up to her clit. Where my tongue had met the dry cloth left a dark patch, but it was distinctly different from what had already been affected by her natural lubrication. That section was stickier and slightly more reflective.
"Tastes real, feels real, looks real – I don't get it. Is it impossible to tell Foxfire apart from reality?"
Maki bonked me on the head with her fist. "That's because it was an invitation to take them off! I was about to show you!"
She started to squirm, trying to escape back to the floor, though admittedly not very hard. I kept her in place with ease, a single hand on her hip more than enough to overpower the thin, bookish woman. With an Eagle's Talon, I sliced the panties in two quick motions and pulled them free. They stuck momentarily to her skin, peeling away with long, sticky strands.
Within a few seconds, they had faded away into blue-green sparks before vanishing completely. Maki explained at my curious look, "Our bodies know a tremendous amount of information about our clothes, far more than is useful, so our brain normally shuts out those sensations from our perception. I spent nearly a decade refining and developing heuristics which could compartmentalize that information within my subconscious so that I could use them to create lifelike illusions of clothes, all I lacked was the power, the Foxfire itself."
"Then if I had dazed or overwhelmed your mind, then the illusions would drop? Pretty risky if you're going to use it for outerwear."
She smiled another approving smile and ran her nails along my scalp gently. "Which is why I didn't try. If my bra vanished in front of my mother and cousin, it would have been embarrassing, if my skirt and shirt though? Humiliating. But I think I would feel comfortable with doing so after a little more practice. Being dazed wouldn't stop the illusion, not while I still had the Foxfire or your semen with which to fuel the spell – it's mostly constructed from subconscious sensations of touch. However, if you were to overwhelm my mind by forcing me to divert all of my attention towards something else, then yes, the illusion would break."
"Huh. I can work with that, just need to be super distracting whenever I suspect an illusion is afoot."
"Or by being your usual erratic and unpredictable self. I wouldn't worry too much about illusionists, James – like the weather, you're a probabilistic phenomenon. Mortals can't hope to accurately predict your behavior." Went unsaid was, 'if even I can't do it.' Like the Great Detectives of fiction, Maki possessed equal parts pride and talent. "The best illusions require forethought; more witnesses, larger areas, and more active environments all create additional variables to consider. Then there's you, a complexity multiplier; will you turn into a towering flame or will you call forth a blanket of mist? Will several dozen ghosts arrive to save you?"
"I doubt that's going to happen twice. Keep them guessing though, that's good advice."
I reached my hands through her thighs, sunk my fingers into the meat of her butt cheeks, and pulled her forward and up, trapping her legs between my shoulders and the couch. She gasped, grabbing my head for balance.
Maki sipped her teeth. "You're as predictable as you could be. I saw this coming the moment you pulled me off the floor. Well, go ahead, get it out of your system. No magic though, no matter how it might sting your pride."
Her pussy was glistening in the soft lighting in front of my face, betraying her excitement. I looked up past her tummy, core muscles flexing for balance, and her perky breasts to her face, wreathed by pitch-black, silky strands of loose hair. She looked bored and nonplussed, confident that her opinion on receiving oral was unchanged, though her eyes were curious; I had surprised her before.
"Not a fan?"
"I don't even enjoy sixty-nining, too distracting, but I love giving. I'd be happy to show you just how much if you'd let me down."
"Tempting, but you know I've got to try it now."
"Yes, yes, I knew you would."
"Hey, sometimes to keep 'em guessing, you got to do exactly what they expect you to."
She rolled her eyes. "Just be quick about it. I want to feel your cock pulsing while it pumps your semen down my throat."
I maintained eye contact and gave a peck to her inner right thigh and then her left. I did my best to project how much I was enjoying this, already knowing how much she liked that from a partner and rolled my Sensuality + Seduction with a loving lick through her damp lips.
Maki stood no chance, even without any magic; she was already a member of my Hero's Harem, and from that, we shared a profound connection that extended directly into our physical intimacy. I didn't roll well, despite the bonus from the furniture, only getting three Successes, but I was starting with three from helping her avenge and free Ken. Three alone would have shown her a fine time, perhaps redeemed the act in her eyes enough that she'd be more open to trying again at a later date, but six made her squeeze her thighs around my head.
I pulled her into me, burying my face and tongue into her pussy. My nose was pressed into her swollen clit, and I began to move my head in small circles as I licked, using it to get her off. Her skin was silken against me, having been reshaved this morning in the shower, readied for our mutual enjoyment. I mouthed and mauled her sex with my tongue and lips, being forceful and wild. I had been ready for a slow pace where I teased and played with her over the long minutes, but to my surprise, this was what Maki wanted – wet, nasty, and unmoored from anything that could be considered proper or even considerate. She didn't want to feel like this was for her at all, her own pleasure was meant to be only a byproduct of her lover's.
I obliged as best as I could, trying my best to drown myself in her juices. My grip on her ass grew harder, enough that it was hurting her I was sure, but she only shuddered, erotic energy spiking. I wasn't using any magic, but it was impossible for me to not sense her rising lust, that was as much one of my senses as sight or touch.
"Mm, fuck! James!"
Maki was clearly unprepared for how much her anorgasmia had affected her prior enjoyment of oral. She tried to maintain eye contact, visibly enraptured by my adoring, reverent gaze, eyes watering as she refused to blink, but a spasm of pre-orgasmic pleasure had her curl over me. My world darkened as she hugged my head, resting her tummy on the top of it and holding it tight with both arms and legs.
I became even more frantic to show my appreciation sans the eye contact, lapping up her lubrication like a man dying of thirst. Maki began to rock her hips and I helped her along with my hands on her ass, pulling her against me hard enough to cut off my air supply, and rubbed my face back and forth making a wet slicking sound as I whipped her juices into a lather that began to drip down my cheek and neck onto my chest. No wonder none of her past partners had managed to satisfy her orally – this was an embarrassing display of pussy-addicted mania that only someone as shamelessly slut-pilled as I could put on.
My tongue battered and wriggled through her inner tunnels as deep as I could get it, curling upward to tickle her g-spot with the tip. Her little moans and gasps, which had grown like a chorus as I proceeded, were more like whines and bestial keening wails now. Her hips rocked more and more fiercely as she got nearer to climax, and her nails dug into my scalp as she held on for dear life.
Once she was close enough, I ripped my tongue out of her tunnel and up to her clit. I placed the flat of it against her little button and began to vibrate it side-to-side until her rocking came to a stop, her body going rigid. I kept up the stimulation as she started to climax, stopping only when she started rapidly tapping my head, begging for a break.
Maki's climax was powerful and long. I pulled the shaking woman off my shoulders and put her back onto my lap, straddling me again. She wrapped me in a hug and buried her face into my neck, riding out the little tremors and aftershocks there.
[Ally Quest Complete!]
Make Maki orgasm from oral sex.
Reward: 30EXP, +1 Willpower
[Hidden Quest Complete!]
Give a lesbian an oral orgasm.
Reward: 50EXP, +1 Persuasion
[Hidden Quest Complete!]
Have 6 Dice in Willpower.
Reward: Gain Special Feat Impossible Determination
[Special Feat] Impossible Determination
You may take 1 temporary point of Willpower damage to try and resist mental powers that would normally completely ignore a mortal's defenses like a Vampire's Hypnosis or a Dragon's Fear.