Stepping out of the workshop for a little break, I saw a few new faces sitting in the living room. A mousy-looking, lean man with a pair of round spectacles who was looking over something at the dining table. And a young-ish girl who was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking some brown liquid.
The door slid shut behind me which caught the attention of the two of them. The girl raised her glass into the air. "So you're the new blood?" Compared to her appearance, her voice was a little on the low side. Spinning around, she was wearing a loose-hanging tank-top with her bra and modest cleavage rather visibly showing as she leaned forward. Her brown hair was long, falling down past her shoulders, and framing either side of her face.
Coughing at the sudden sight, I nodded. "Name's Nathan. Or Erstein in costume. And you?"
"I'm Mariebelle or Bauble. And he's Lloyd or Big Rig." The man shot a glance at me and gave a brief nod. "He doesn't talk very much." I nodded in understanding. Looking over his shoulder, it was an architectural blueprint for a rather large building, easily enough to rival a skyscraper but wide enough to cover a full city block. Some sort of megacomplex?
Turning my attention back to Marie, she pulled herself back up. "I heard you already have a contract?"
"Yeah. Just waiting for the CNCs to finish the rest of the frame. Then I can start assembling it all together." I replied while looking back down the hallway. A neat little feature of the Toybox phone was that it could link up with any machine in the workshop and send you a little notification when it was down. Unfortunately, it only worked within the same dimension or between linked dimensions in this case. "Is it that strange?"
Marie frowned slightly. "Yup." She tapped her glass twice on the counter. "Most of the time, it usually takes a month or so before the contracts would start coming in… Lemme guess, you have a vaguer specialty right?" I nodded carefully.
"Knew it. There's no way you could land a contract so quickly." She chugged the rest of the liquid in her cup. "My first contract took about… 3 months?" She glanced at Lloyd who nodded. "Not a lot of demand for glass work unfortunately. But it paid really well when I got it. Could finally buy the components to really make some specialty wares."
"What… was it?" I hesitantly asked.
Marie perked up slightly. "Oh! It was to outfit the entire Houston PRT building with bulletproof glass. Like proper bulletproof glass, not just bullet resistant. Plus they had to pay whenever they needed me to come down to do some checks and maintenance." She leaned back and stared into the ceiling. "It was practically free money."
"'Was'?" I furrowed my brow.
"Yea." She nodded with a frown on her face. "Unfortunately the Nine rolled through. Although she didn't manage to break it entirely… she had bulletproof glass to wield around." Her lips pressed into a thin line. "But luckily she lost it during the next hit against a hero from Austin." She shrugged. "So now most of my contracts come from outside the USA. Too risky to give Shatterbird tinkertech glass, I guess." She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I could see why that would be a major issue. "Can't you make glass that won't be affected by Shatterbird's powers though?" I mean, it should be within the Shard's capabilities right? Like Amy managed to create relay bugs to extend Taylor's range while also screwing with her by creating a feedback loop within the insect. So clearly there could be some interactivity between powers with a certain commonality.
Marie shrugged. "I could." She admitted. "However, it's not like anyone would be willing to test it for me right?" She raised an eyebrow. Right, just because you said so, doesn't mean people would be willing to believe you. But that could be something… especially if I ever had to deal with the Nine.
I mean, of course I will sooner or later.
My stomach let out a low growl, signalling the reason why I came out in the first place. Grabbing a cup noodle packet out from the cupboard, I quickly made myself one and waited. In the meantime, Marie continued the conversation, moving to other topics than the Slaughterhouse Nine of all things.
She mostly shared some Toybox horror stories. Attempts to kidnap a member of Toybox, attempts to cheat them out of their rightful payment. Although they were pretty rare, there were the occasional villains who thought they could pull a fast one on one of the longest running tinker collective in the world.
And everytime they tried to do so, Toybox's 'hit team' was deployed. It was apparently composed of her, Toy Soldier, and Pyrotechnical. Pyro handled precision strikes which was an odd role for him, but given that his specialty also covered guns, I guess that made sense. Toy Soldier was their… soldier, getting in guns blazing and taking down the target. And Bauble was their 'fuck everything in that direction' button. Due to her glassware bombs, she could literally glass an entire area excluding organic material.
Although you would be fine, your guns, portion of your clothes, the floor and walls were now all glass. And god forbid that the glass pillar that was holding the roof over your head suddenly shattered under the weight.
And even if everything was still standing, you still had to deal with Toy Soldier and Pyrotechnical blowing through the base and scattering glass shards everywhere. Take a wrong step and suddenly you were bleeding out on the ground.
"Sounds like an important job." I remarked as I started slurping down my noodles. "Ah!" I pulled my lips away. "Still hot."
"It is." Marie nodded. "Can't make it seem that Toybox can be pushed around easily." A ping sounded from her pocket. Taking a quick look at it, she set the glass in the sink. "I have to go now. See you later, Nathan." She gave me a small wave while walking down the 'Facilities' hallway.
A few minutes later, while I was eating my dinner for the day, the sound of a door closing caught my attention. Walking out of the room was Bauble, or at least, I think it was Bauble. Her black hair was tied into a bun with a full face mask and what looked to be a three-piece suit that covered every inch of her body. I said 'looked to be' since it was so incredibly hard to see what it actually was.
The entire thing was composed of glass shards, all moving and shimmering with every step she took. I could vaguely tell when one piece ended and the next began but it all blended into one another. When the light shone down on her, it seemed to glow as it reflected and refracted within every shard. Even when she stepped into the darkness, the indirect light still caused it to brighten slightly.
Stopping just before the door, Bauble shot a glance at me before walking off.
"That's her costume?" I muttered after she left.
"Not really." Lloyd replied. My eyes flickered towards him. He was still staring at his blueprint, while he typed out some notes onto his phone. "That's her combat suit which she only brings out during those 'hit team' outings." I bit my lip. Jesus christ.
"And I'm assuming those glass shards are also made from that bulletproof glass she provided to Houston PRT?"
Lloyd nodded. "An improved version but yes." Right. Just because the bullet didn't pierce, it didn't mean that all the force was suddenly gone. The impact would just be transferred through the glass into her body if there weren't any Shard shenanigans screwing with the physics. I wouldn't be surprised if the glass she made also somehow turned kinetic impacts into light.
Hm. I frowned slightly. Actually glassware was pretty interesting once you start looking at it from the perspective of light and reflection/refraction and not just glass. Kakine from To Aru had wings that could take incoming light and turn them into lasers. And well, if you could reflect light, why not other forms of energy? Kinetic? Heat? Electricity?
Maybe not that less one but the other two were a distinct possibility.
"What about you?" I moved over to take a look at his blueprints. "What are you up to?"
He looked up from his blueprint. "I would prefer it if you didn't talk to me." He said in a rather flat tone before returning to his contemplation. A weird sort of stance given that he was sitting out in the living room rather than in his own office or something.
However, my thoughts were interrupted as the Celestial Forge awakened once more. The tendril of energy missed, barely missing its target on the Lewd Resources Constellation. If my estimates served… the next time it spun up, it should be around the same length as the time when I got Lab Partner. Which meant I was going to be seeing a very strong power sooner or later.
Putting aside Big Rig's words, I finished off the rest of my meal while keeping an eye on his work. From the looks of it, the building looked like a combination of a mall, flat and penthouse all squished into one. The basement levels even had a design of a subway station underneath allowing for quick access to it.
His specialty was drones that built buildings right? It was readily apparent from how it was designed in the first place, with each 'section' being divorce from each other. Much easier for drones to build small sections rather than combining all of it together and forcing the swarm to construct everything all at once.
A small detail, hard to spot if you were just giving it a quick once over but played into his specialty perfectly.
Finishing off the rest of my dinner for the day, I headed back and started working on the framework of the signal disruptor. With Savant's Understanding, it was easy enough to figure out how it was all supposed to assemble together. Gears clicked into place, and motors were slotted and screwed down.
It should be robust enough to handle most impacts really. And most of the external components were for the thing to fold up in the first place. At worst, you would have to lift it up via two handles on the side but four people, it should be manageable. I idly wondered if there was a Star for mechashift engineering.
I mean, there should be one right? Mechashift weaponry was like the ultimate 'cool' weapon. I would be surprised if the Forge didn't have it.
Anyway, while fixing up the base, my phone beeped as the rest of the frame was complete. Collecting the finished metal plates, I spent some time with a sander to smooth out some of the nicks and bumpiness. Finally, I started fitting the upper half of the jammer.
I also learnt quite a bit about how 'Qu-It It' specifically worked. Instead of a simple 'failsafe', like a self-destruct button or something, the design for the failsafe was a little something integrated into the very components of anything I built. It was practically impossible to copy the components at all without also copying the failsafe as well. So any tech that used or was derived from it was still under 'me'. You would have to design your own tech without any input from me or inspiration from my tech in order to be rid of it.
And given how Shards worked… I highly doubt it. If I could somehow inject just a tiny piece of highly integral components into the Shards, and those components were spread to every other tinker power… I could reasonably destroy every piece of tinkertech with the snap of my fingers. Literally every tinker would be beholden to me and my whims.
…. I could neutralise the Simurgh's tinkertech with that as well. Since she usually uses other tinkers' components to create her own stuff, anything she built would blow up on my command. An entertaining thought but also holy shit how do I even begin to try to pull that off?
Additionally, anything that could reasonably be understood by me also could be affected by this perk, allowing me to create shit that could fuck over other machines if I understood it enough. And it wasn't 'owned' by the creator of said technology. Which raised an interesting question.
Was tinkertech 'owned' by the tinkers who created them or the Shards behind them?
Or was it not even the Shards but the worlds that the Shards stole them from? Because as it was rather explicitly stated, Shards weren't the most creative or innovative of species.
Well… It was probably worth exploring that avenue. Though I doubt I would be able to do much… If I wanted to deal with the highly specific integral components, I would need actual hands-on research to figure them out. And sabotaging more 'basic' technology was well within my power, however, it was also not really worth the time to do so. Like sure I could create something that disrupted radio waves, but so could everybody else with enough time and understanding.
I let out a sigh. Well, if I ever needed to do so, I at the very least had the option to do so.
Once all the components were in place, I installed all the relevant software that would actually make the thing function instead of being an oversized corner decoration. And then tested the folding system. Pressing a small button on the side of the contraption, motors whirred to life as the gears started pulling everything together. Each component slid over one another and I kept an eye out for any wires that might tangle together in the mess.
After making sure that it didn't tear itself apart, I fitted the metal plating over it and welded and riveted everything into place. Folding it back up, I sent a notification to Cranial that I was done with the contract.
"Already? Did you spend the night working on it?" She sent over, with a few emoticons to show her shock.
"Wasn't that complex." Not with Hammer Jammer working on full throttle. "When will we meet with Iron Fist?"
"It'll depend. I'll mark their contract as complete and once they receive a notification, they'll send us a time and place to collect it." An unknown timing? That's fine then. I could work on my personal projects in the meantime. Rapping my knuckles on the signal jammer, I walked over to the set of plates that I had machined out a little earlier.
The arm shield was easy enough. A simple reader mechanism, similar to what I used for my visor/goggles, allowed me to control its deployment with the flex of my arm. According to the specifications, the metal plates could withstand quite a bit. Barring a direct punch from say Glory Girl, it should handle most things thrown my way.
But given its size… it very much wasn't meant to. It was more to protect my chest as well as a parrying shield of sorts, deflecting attacks and punches. Combined with Savant's ability to 'predict' attacks in a way, and suddenly, it meant I could create openings to retreat while using my taser to shock my opponent.
And best of all, due to its relatively simple design, even if Hammer Jammer wanted to screw with its appearance, it couldn't, leaving me with a sleek-ish shield. Just don't look at its underside.
The phone detector was going to be the worst though. Not because of ignorance on how Shard worked, but mostly on how to create a detector that can detect how Shards specifically worked.
Shards were lazy. Stupidly so since everything they did was by some form dimension shifting or quantum bullshit. I believe Alexandria's body was in a state of quantum lock? Well, specifically it was 'stasis'. Kaiser was likely pulling metal from a dimension full of it, Shadow Stalker was doing something similar to the Endbringers and shunting her mass to a separate dimension.
However, these were all possibilities which Machine Madness didn't like. So like any good conspiracy theorist, it was up to me to find evidence to prove my point rather than proving my point through evidence.
Designing a sensor for specifically sensing dimensional rifts wasn't exactly easy. Hammer Jammer was working slower than usual at designing such an item. Not completely useless though, just taking a bit longer to pull up the relevant material and creating the blueprint components. Savant was pulling all this information out and filing it away but I noticed something interesting.
Compared to say electrical engineering from when I made my taser, or robotics when I made my visor, the principles Hammer Jammer was calling upon when it made the sensor was a lot fewer and a lot less comprehensive. Frowning slightly, I stopped it and pulled back to view the blueprint as a whole.
Narrowing my eyes, I couldn't understand bits and pieces of the design laid out before me. But it wasn't like tinkertech where certain reality-bending effects are placed in order for it to work as intended, these components fundamentally couldn't work. Circuitry that did nothing, components that did one thing but on closer inspection did a completely different thing, wires that fed into thin air. Hammer Jammer was working at full throttle yet, it was just spinning in place and barely inching forward.
The principles it provided were mostly focused on how to punch a hole in reality. And from that was trying to figure out how to detect things that were emitted from that hole. However, since Hammer Jammer wasn't exactly a research power, it only connected a few lines before going kaput.
It was a strange sort of reality check, telling me that my perks weren't completely omnipotent. Hammer Jammer could help with gadgets and contraptions but there was an upper limit to the type of tech it could produce. And I suppose there were limits to things like Machine Madness and Qu-It It as well. Though I doubt finding those limits would require some serious heavy-lifting.
I could use some other more basic sensors but it wouldn't be as… comprehensive? Compared to just looking at how Shards were fucking with reality. Well, I guess that wouldn't be too much of a problem. Machine Madness didn't exactly care about the exact and precise details of how a power worked.
Letting out a breath, I was about to start working on the sensors when I had to fight back a yawn. Checking my phone, it was already nearing midnight. Well… I guess I should head back home and check on Amaya as well…
Walking out, I saw most of Toybox in the living room. Calling out to Claire, I asked. "Hey, could I get back to Brockton? Gotta head home now."
"What's the occasion?" Claire asked with a smirk as we made our way to the entrance hall.
I shrugged. "Nothing much. A little personal stuff." I replied with a small forced smile.
Claire raised her hands in surrender. "I won't pry if you're uncomfortable about it. Just remember if you need us, you can always call Toybox." She opened a portal back to Captain's Hill.
Nodding, I stepped straight through. "Thanks. I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Call me when the meeting is decided." Claire gave me a thumbs-up before stepping back through the portal and closed it behind her. Checking my messages, I quickly skimmed through them. A little spam… A notification from Johnny saying that the interview was scheduled to be tomorrow afternoon. I shot a quick affirmative back. The next was from an unknown number.
"Amaya here. Just got off a talk with a PRT officer. Managed to deny any accusations and stating that I'm a normal human. Though he still looked a little suspicious even when leaving. Doubt they made the connection with you though."
Then another message. "A few Empire members were following me. Be careful." Last sent two hours ago.
Panic slowly bubbled up in my chest. Ah shit. Did she immediately get captured by the Empire of all people? Amaya did have strikingly green hair which was a massive flag in Brockton Bay. With the sheer gang presence in practically every inch of the city, it was a good idea to not dye your hair, lest you attract less-than-savoury attention.
Well maybe the PRT was keeping an eye on her and stopped it from happening? There was a PRT officer talking to me earlier in the day and now to Amaya later at night. What was the saying? 'Once is an accident, twice is a pattern, and thrice is enemy action.' A strange little coincidence. Both times could be played off as an accident. The first was that the PRT legitimately wanted me to clarify my testimony, and the second… Well, Amaya's hair was pretty stand out compared to most people.
Calling the number, it unfortunately didn't go through for one reason or another and a bubbling feeling of dread crept up. I didn't think that Amaya would be dead. With her being part of the Forge, I should be able to tell if she died right? Pressing my lips into a thin line, I shook my head. She was a genius and could probably Tony Stark her way out of a capture situation.
Sighing, I shook my head. There was no way that I would be sleeping well tonight without knowing Amaya's current situation.
Hopping onto a bus, I tried to not let my mind wander too much as I sat through the twisting streets, only barely luminated by the streetlights. Moving through Downtown, the bus lurched as it made a sharp turn. Luckily, there weren't many people taking the bus at midnight so it was a relatively quick trip.
"Attention. Attention." The driver shouted out. "Due to a cape robbery on Jackson Street, we'll be taking a longer route to the next attention. We apologize for the inconvenience. I repeat…"
The Celestial Forge spun up again, this time missing a swing at the… I kid you not Breeding Constellation. I didn't know if I should be happy that it missed or frustrated that it was missing. Right now it was definitely as long as Lab Partner and Machine Madness. If it still somehow missed its next Star… Something was dying.
I don't know what. But something was dying.
Getting off at my station, I hurried up the stairs to my apartment and practically barged into my room. And stared at an Amaya that was currently in a state of undress, her clothes hanging off my table, chair and on the floor. While the blanket was pulled up to cover her nose. Based on how the blanket was folding up, her other hand was busy downstairs.
Pulling the cloth down, the scientist's face was beet red. Shutting the door behind me, I swallowed my saliva and took a deep breath. And wrinkled my nose at the stench of sex that lingered in the air.
"Amaya…" I muttered, my relief quickly fading rapidly as another emotion took the forefront. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The greenette laughed nervously. "Umm–"
"Telling me that the PRT interrogated you, saying that you were stalked by the Empire, and then not providing a status update?" I stared at her unimpressed. She told me just enough for me to think the worst while also having enough there to have some deniability. Given that the Forge provided her with my own knowledge, it wouldn't be too hard for her to predict how I would react once I got it. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you?"
"N-no!" Her face was getting more flushed and she was breathing a little harder now. I didn't need Loremaster to tell me that she was not only lying, but getting hornier from it. Fine then. I'll indulge her tonight. "I–"
Walking forward, I leaned over the bed, bracing myself against the backboard and letting Carnal Artist take the flow. "Shhh…. You wanted this." I swear to god that she had heart-eyes right now. "So. Reap the seeds you've sown."
With a sharp tug, I pulled off the blanket, revealing her smooth bare body to the world. Her thighs were glistening with juices, staining the sheets underneath. Letting out a low growl, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her front. Almost instinctively, her ass raised onto the air as she buried her face into the pillow.
"Not even the decency to put a fucking towel underneath? Are you kidding me?" My hand raised and gave her pert butt a quick smack. Amaya moaned into the pillow, muffling much of the noise. Her pussy was already red, preparing for its penetration. Grabbing a cheek, I gave it an experimental squeeze and pull. It was soft but had a decent resistance to it.
Letting it go, I used my hand to brush against her pussy lips, scooping up a decent amount of her quim in the process. Amaya mewled and tried to push back in a vain attempt to try to get my fingers to penetrate her. However I pulled back, keeping my fingers lightly dancing around her entrance. Her breaths were coming quick and shallow as her hips bucked back and forth, trying in desperation to feel better.
"No." I gave her butt another spank. A clean crisp sound echoed through the room followed by Amaya gasping at the sudden hit. "This is your punishment." I leaned down, close to her ear. "You aren't supposed to be rewarded during a punishment, are you?" Amaya shook her head slightly as she kept her head pressed against the pillow. Her face was slightly turned for her eye to look up at me. I could hear her breathing heavily as I struck all her buttons to make her even more aroused.
Continuing my teasing, my fingers danced around her lower half, tracing small circles in her inner thighs that made her rub her legs together. My knuckles brushed against her swollen lips, making her instinctively push backwards into me before quickly righting herself. A grin broke out on my face as I continued playing with her.
My other hand traced light lines over her back and arched spine, brushing and stroking her, teasing the ridges of her sides and perky breasts and nipples. Her gasps, and muffled mewls and moans were music to my ear. Brushing past her slit again, Amaya stared at me, her eyes filled with need. With a smile still on my face, I used my index finger to tease the entrance with feather-light touches.
And finally, my finger 'slipped' and flicked a small hard nub.
The sudden, powerful stimulus made Amaya arched her back. Her head craned up and a loud and long sensual moan echoed in the room. Wincing slightly, my neighbours were not going to be happy with me. But Amaya didn't seem to care. Breathing heavily, she rolled onto her side before raising her leg.
"P-please… Master…!" She begged. However, I had other plans.
Pulling my fingers away, quite a bit of liquid had collected on them. Grabbing her head, I gently turned her face to look at me fully before placing them in front of her. "Clean it." Automatically, Amaya's mouth opened and enveloped my fingers.
Her tongue wrapped around each digit, licking and wrapping around them to suck all of her juices off. My dick twitched in my pants as I pulled my hand away. Wiping the saliva on her bare skin, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off the bed.
Kneeling on the floor, Amaya licked her lips before reaching up to my trousers. Conceding it, I allowed her to drop my pants and underwear, revealing a reasonably large erection that slapped onto her face. Her eyes were lidded slightly as she took in a deep breath. One hand drifted to her vagina and I quickly grabbed her arm.
"What did I say?" A flash of awareness passed over Amaya and her hands quickly flew away from her crotch.
"I'm sorry, Master." She fell into a dogeza. "Please punish me as you see fit." She was falling into her role rather quickly.
"Get up and suck my cock." I snapped my fingers. Jerking upright, her hands came up to try and grab it but I smacked them away lightly. "Did I say you could use your hands?" The slut shook her head. "Good that you know. Continue."
Amaya pressed her lips against the tip of my penis before opening it slightly and sliding down. Her throat easily engulfed my entire length, her nose pressing into the base as she deepthroated me with ease. Leaning back slightly, I gasped as she proved definitively that she had no gag reflex at all. Holding that position for a few seconds, her tongue wrapped around my shaft, stimulating the glans and ridges before she started blowing me earnestly.
Her head bobbed up and down, making sure that her teeth didn't accidentally scrape against my sensitive flesh. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she varied every movement. Sometimes she would suck and slowly pull up to the tip. Or clean each side of my shaft with her tongue.
Taking deep breaths, Carnal Artist was the only thing that kept me from blowing my load too early under her assault. On the other hand, Amaya was slowly getting better by the moment. Her eyes were locked onto my face, only rarely flickering to my dick when she changed her form. Whenever she found something that made me gasp in pleasure, she would focus on it, refining her technique with each passing second.
"Stop." I gritted out. Amaya immediately pulled herself off my dick. "I think you deserve a little reward." Her eyes widened as she started nodding. "However, I need to make sure that you understand what you did wrong." I lifted my leg and started grinding the top of my foot against her pussy, slowly and lightly enough to prevent her from getting off on it, but hard and fast enough that she could truly feel it.
"Yes. Yes!" Amaya half-moaned out. "I promise not to do it again." She gasped out, as if she had ran a marathon. Frowning, I shrugged my shoulders. She was probably too deep in lust to answer properly.
"Get on the bed." Amaya practically threw herself onto it. Rolling onto her back, she lifted her legs such that her knees were next to her ears, presenting herself fully to me. Grabbing her hips, I rubbed my shaft onto her pussy, making sure it was slick with her juices. Lining it up, I bent down close to her. Her breath mixed with mine as we stared into each other's eyes. Lifting her head up slightly, she pulled me into a kiss before I thrusted straight into her.
I encountered a slight amount of resistance as I broke her hymen. Bottoming out, her walls spasmed as she was finally filled up to the brim after I teased her for so long. Without even waiting for her to recover, I started thrusting into her at a rapid pace. Her walls kept squeezing irregularly, as her nails dug into my back. Prolonging the kiss, she moaned into my mouth as her hips jerked and bucked with each thrust.
Pulling me close, her walls tightened, squeezing hard around my shaft. However, I kept going, using Carnal Artist to push back my orgasm despite her pussy desperately trying to milk it out of me. Breaking the kiss, Amaya's body was wound up like a spring as her eyes widened in alarm. "M-master~ Please~! I-it's too much!"
I could feel her walls tighten again and her face went slack, her tongue lolling out as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, as a second orgasm crashed down on her. Her arms were barely hanging onto my neck as I bent down to kiss her once more. Her mouth automatically opened but put her no resistance as my tongue pushed into hers and struck her sensitive spots.
Unable to hold it back any longer, and my body flagging hard, I pulled out and spurted my load over Amaya's body. The white fluid landed on her belly, breasts and even up to her face as I rode out my orgasm. Shimmying up to her face, I dangled my cock in front of her lips and by instinct, Amaya opened her mouth and took it in, her tongue cleaning off her juices and remnant cum.
After a few moments, I pulled away from her greedy mouth and walked over to grab some towels to clean up. But seeing Amaya lying prone on the bed, my dick twitched slightly in excitement. However, it was late and I was seriously getting tired. Cleaning up most of our collective fluids, I opened the window slightly to air out the room despite the winter chill. Wrapping the two of us in the blanket, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.