Chương 29: Wanderer, Incorrigible
It takes less than a few seconds for me to lose myself in her. Her scent, taste, warmth. Everything about Grayfia leaves me transfixed in a way I could never possibly describe with words.
Seconds quickly turn to minutes as we gasp and hum and smile like fucking idiots between kisses, sometimes just taking a moment to stare one another in the eyes and bask in the feeling of being wanted.
One of my hands trails up and down her soft thigh as she lay beneath me, the other arm left cradling her neck against the ground. Small things that I hadn't paid much attention to now come to mind at full force, her lipstick, her new dress, the exposed skin of her arms and legs.
I'm not even sure how we wound up in this position, but truth be told I don't care. Grayfia's arms wrapped so tightly around my neck stop me from focusing on anything but her at the moment.
Just as my hand begins to trail a bit higher up her leg, closing around the delicate curve of her waist, I feel a smack against my head, one that jolts me away from her with a sharp sting of pain.
"Skree!"
My attacker, my betrayer, makes himself known as he cries triumphantly, having successfully separated Grayfia and I. Somehow, I can almost exactly understand what he did, and why he did it as I stand up and walk towards him.
"No, you bloody idiot, I wasn't hurting her! Nothing about that was painful!" I shout, incensed beyond any degree that such a special moment had been interrupted by my own pet dragon.
He quickly moves between Grayfia and I, wings spread and almost jeering as he cackles with each head in tandem. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was payback for leaving him alone for so long.
As I shout profanities of any caliber that I could possibly conceive at Alduin, a second away from throwing him out the window, I quickly notice as Grayfia slowly lifts herself from the ground.
Any anger I felt washes away the instant I see her face beyond Alduin's wings. Cheeks almost glowing red, hair matted and scattered across her face in wispy strands, a wide smile and melodic laughter on her lips as she watches us.
A half-second later, she moves forward and delicately strokes the central head from behind, quickly subduing Alduin in a way I could never hope to replicate as he seemingly turns docile in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, the taunting laughter turns into yelps of joy as he melts underneath her ministrations. Some part of me is almost tempted to laugh at how easily this mighty beast was tamed, but I'm not sure how I'd fare myself in a similar position.
Then, after nothing but a simple whisper, Alduin leaves, barely fitting himself through the door on his way out. I'd be more impressed with Grayfia's talents if I wasn't so focused on the red of her eyes.
"He missed you, you know." She says as she now moves to my side, "I did too."
Her words come out as nothing but a mere murmur, yet they leave me grinning like a child as I wrap my arm around her, pressing her against my chest as we stand against a wall near the piano.
"You weren't the only one." I say, unable to stop myself from rubbing her head a moment later.
Grayfia leans into my touch, humming softly as she glances up at me, her eyes teeming with something I'm hesitant to label. Her hand rests against my chest as her lips curve upwards.
That smile is quickly wiped away though as she looks aside, no doubt thinking about the... rapid escalation between us a few moments prior. She shifts her gaze to the door and then back to me, having decided on what exactly she wanted to tell me.
"...You shouldn't be mad at Alduin. Even if he hadn't interrupted us, I would have put a stop to it eventually." She says, glancing at me as she speaks.
"Oh? Was I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?" I ask, my brain suddenly running a mile a minute for any indication of a mistake I'd made.
Taking some degree of amusement in my worrying, she laughs for a moment, assuaging my doubts a short second later.
"No. Nothing you did was wrong. I loved every second of it, Master. Feeling your lips against my own... it brought me more relief than you could ever imagine."
"Truthfully, my reasoning is much more personal." She says, a hand slowly moving to stroke my cheek yet again.
"And that reason is?" I say, admittedly relieved that I hadn't fucked up so soon.
"I want to enjoy this long life with you; the one you gave me, the one you fought so hard to see flourish. Knowing that, don't you think we should take our time and enjoy these delicate moments together, rather than rush to the finale?"
Her words hit me like an arrow to the chest, my heart clenching in a way that leaves me weak in the knees. Like a fucking child, I can feel butterflies in my stomach as I look at my adorable servant.
"Is that really what you want?" I ask.
"Yes. More than anything else in this world." She whispers, her lips now hovering inches away from my own.
Hearing those words, seeing the adoration in her eyes, I just couldn't help myself. My hands quickly find themselves around her hips, pulling her in closer as our lips meet once again.
As if she knew exactly what I'd do, Grayfia giggles and moves her arms around my neck only a second after I close the gap, a satisfied sigh leaving her as her body pushes into mine.
Her breaths grow deeper and heavier as the seconds pass by, her smile never once dropping as we kiss like the sun would explode at any moment. I never thought I'd say this, but thank fuck we have noses to breathe. I don't think I could stand breaking away from her lips for any longer than a second.
Eventually, much to my chagrin, Grayfia pulls away for a moment, licking her lips in a way that leaves me weak in the knees before she speaks.
"Such an insatiable Master I have, hm?" She pants out, her cheeks a deep red as her thumbs loosely course through my hair.
"...but, you want more than that, don't you? It's alright, Master. Don't hold back."
Hearing those words sends a jolt of electricity through my veins, every cell in my body screaming at me to take her in my arms and never let go.
"What happened to taking things slow?" I ask. To my surprise, she laughs for a moment at my question.
"You misunderstand, Master. For Devil's, this is slow." She says through her giggles, a hand rubbing against my chest.
"Had I been anyone else, we would've lost our clothes hours ago." She murmurs, her fingers trailing slowly around my waistcoat.
"I suppose that means you won't be ditching the dress any time soon?" I say, failing miserably to hide the rapidly building desire I feel for her.
Let the record show, I never claimed to be adept at handling affection. Frankly, I'm impressed I haven't gotten on my knees and proposed to her already. At this rate though, it won't be too long before I cave.
As I consider the pros and cons of putting a ring on this woman here and now, Grayfia hears my words and giggles yet again.
"Insatiable doesn't describe it. You're incorrigible, Master." She says, before suddenly leaning in close to my ear, her voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.
"Don't fret. Just because we can't look... doesn't mean we can't touch."
She takes one of my hands, slowly, agonisingly slowly, and lifts it to the mound of her breast. Mere centimeters before contact, I grab hold of her wrist with my free hand.
"Wait."
Grayfia stills for a moment, concerned and worried as she glances at me.
"Is something the matter, Master? Am I... am I undesirable to you?" She says, hand trembling at the mere idea.
"No, bloody hell, no." I breathe out, barely stopping myself from going on a tirade about how utterly fucking beautiful she is.
"I just- I need to make sure you really want this." I say, sighing as I shift my restrained hand to the bottom of her chin.
"Call me a killjoy, but I don't want you acting out of some form of obligation to me as your Master. I don't want you to feel pressured into doing this with me either..."
"I won't get angry if you change your mind now, Grayfia. I want us both to enjoy this... whatever the fuck we have, even if we have to take things as slow as possible. I'm willing to wait for you, no matter how long it takes."
Silence reigns as she stares me down, several emotions flashing through her eyes once more, all of them some form of adoration. To my surprise though, there's a rapidly growing hunger, buried deep beneath her gaze as she looks at me.
"My body is yours for the taking... yet still, you worry for my sake?" She lifts a hand to my own on her cheek, her eyes creasing.
"You make it so hard to hold back, Master."
"Is that a y-"
Before I can even finish speaking, those lips are back on mine with a ravenous hunger that I eagerly match after a moment of shock, all while she shifts my hands over to her heaving breasts.
...I'll take that as a yes.
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Three days.
It's been three whole days since the first time we kissed, and I've since then struggled to keep my hands off Grayfia for any longer than a minute.
I'm addicted, hopelessly addicted, and now that I've got a taste I'm not sure I could live without her. Any time I see her, whether it's a brief hand on the waist or a deep kiss in the bedroom, I always find myself wanting more.
Somehow, we've kept to our word of 'taking things slow'. Nothing explicitly sexual has happened since then, as much as I might want it. Although... I think I'm starting to enjoy those brief kisses on the cheek at the dinner table, the cuddling in bed, and the whispered words of affection, just as much as the weight of her giant breasts.
I've lost three days I could've spent farming Levels or Quests living a heart-warmingly domestic life with her, and I can't even bring myself to be mad about it.
When I'm laying there, her body flush against mine, I can forget all about the war. The memories, the restless dreams of grey walls, purple fire and red eyes... they all just fade away into peaceful sleep.
I don't even have to worry about the shaking of my hand with her around, or the phantom pain that irks my eye so regularly. Ambrosia. That's the best way I can describe Grayfia, like nectar-
Right.
I need to stop thinking about her. I actually have shit I want to do today, and if I continue any more I'll lose the strength of will necessary to leave her at the Estate.
Speaking of said shit to do today...
"Skree!"
A sudden cry from above and a pain in my skull is the only warning I have before a claw strikes the place I once occupied, the Sonido being the only form of escape I can use in time.
When I gather myself, Alduin and I stare one another down, several hundred feet away from Gehrman's estate to avoid doing damage to the esteemed building. To our side, a smile on her face and her hands held in front of her, is Grayfia, the-
Fuck, I'm doing it again. Get your head out your ass, Alistair.
...My main priority for now is to see how capable Alduin is in terms of combat, and to see what Skills he inherited from me. Gotta test his limits now that he's bound to the Summoner's Ring.
The little shit has grown surprisingly large now, both in terms of size and Level, being somewhat bigger than me naturally and twice as tall when standing on his hind legs.
Alduin, Mutated Dragon
Level 91
I've already discovered his inheritance of the Prayer, or at least some passive, constant form of it, but I can guarantee there's something more within him.
According to Anya, Alduin will only inherit the Skills I had at the moment he hatched, but that means one extremely important thing. This little scamp should be capable of using the Freikugel, and with three heads to channel the spell through?
This could be something special.
"Bididi! Bididi!"
Snapping me from my impromptu monologue, the shrill cries of my Dragon are the only prelude I have as he slams his tails to the ground, golden lightning forming around his body a short second later as the ground trembles.
Gravity Magic, eh?
Said magic is quickly put to use as Alduin spreads his wings, each of his heads now roaring into the open sky as the ground around us is laid to siege by hundreds of bolts of Gravity Magic.
Each patch of ground the bolts strike is lifted into the air, hundreds of heaping chunks of earth dotting the sky as Alduin lifts himself into the air, his wings blowing my hair and coat back as he flies.
...clearly I've underestimated the capabilities of Gravity Magic. Seconds pass as the chunks lift further and further, until suddenly they come to a stop.
With the projectiles now high enough, Alduin heaves a roar at me that sends each of them hurtling from the sky, a sea of tiny meteors that I dodge between erratically, using my fist to destroy the few that come close.
Just as I throw my arm forward to shatter another mound of dirt, I feel the familiar sting of Lethal Instinct in my head and see a shadow rapidly growing against the floor.
A quick Sonido gives me enough distance to get away from Alduin's fucking Swanton Bomb as he crashes into the floor with enough force to shake everything around us.
My legs unsteady, I barely catch a moment to breathe as Alduin instantly flies forward, twisting his body like a drill as three heads hover to take a bite out of me.
"Watch your footwork, Master! Tuck your spare heads, Alduin, they're weak points!"
"Are you on my side or his, woman!?" I shout, incredulous to the fact that Grayfia is giving tips to the fucking Dragon in this fight.
Just as Alduin's head comes close, I follow Grayfia's word and summon Thorn, waiting for just the right moment to fire at each of the gaping maws. A spinning target, a tiny spot to hit. I've done this all before, this should-
-2358HP!
Failure tastes quite a lot like dirt, I muse, as my head crashes into the dirt with enough force to tear my clothes and dislocate my jaw. I regret telling him not to hold back now.
15000HP!
With my body righted and fixed, I jump to my feet and hop in place, keeping my body moving to avoid the crippling embarrassment of taking a hit like that from in front of Grayfia.
Alduin looks down at me and laughs, his wings unfurled into the air and standing on two legs as he makes himself tall, a symphony of taunting cries from each head.
"Yeah, laugh it up all you want you little shit." I mutter, summoning the newest addition to my arsenal, one I'm quite fucking proud of.
See, as it turns out, when I'd completed that Companion Quest with Grayfia oh so long ago, ignoring it and choosing to get... frisky actually gave me bonus rewards.
Anya said it was a gift, for not allowing the System to control the valuable time I spend with my Companions and engaging with the world on my own terms, and for not fumbling Grayfia.
The bonus reward in question?
1 of 3 EX Item Selection
Quite possibly the single best Gacha related redeemable I've had thus far. I'm practically guaranteed good loot, and if the Level projection is anything to go by, now that I've hit 200 I'll be getting 1 of 3 Selections instead of single Pulls. The EX are only reserved for special Quest objectives, I'd assume.
Where was I? Right, the Selection. I'd like to say it was a difficult decision, that I mulled over it for hours on end and thought of the best item that would give me the most value, but... I caved instantly. The three Items I got were as follows:
Hyorinmaru (EX) (Locked):
Faithful blade of the original 'Potential Man', Toshiro Hitsugaya, Hyorinmaru is a powerful Zanpakuto that only the User can discover the limits of.
Yeah. Another fucking Zanpakuto. I can't use it, so it's basically a dud. Damn you and your race-trait locked Items, System.
The Arrow (EX):
For those seeking power, a price must be paid. Those who can endure impalement with this arrow will be granted a Stand, an ethereal summon that occupies a separate plane and comes with a unique ability.
I'm not worried about the dying part, or the price for power. The problem is that it's just so vague. Any Stand. I could develop my own, original Stand with the power to cripple Gods, or I could develop Superfly.
Even if it was guaranteed though, I could never say no to the third option.
Rebellion (EX):
Forged by the Legendary Devil Knight, Sparda and wielded by his son Dante. This blade, strong and reliable in the hands of a capable wielder, was a symbol of fear amongst Demons throughout all of Hell. What will it be in your hands, User?
...like I said, I caved instantly.
Not only is it a damn fine weapon, but it also replaces my need for the Yamato, and saves me the CEL I would have spent on it. Sure, the Yamato might be flashier and more powerful in the right situations, but Rebellion can be wielded in one hand, meaning I can actually use Thorn alongside it.
Plus... it's the Rebellion. What better blade for a half-devil than Dante's own sword?
"Master? Is something the matter? You've been staring at the sky for quite some time, now. Alduin's growing impatient."
Shaking my head and regaining my bearings after hearing Grayfia once more, I clear my throat and idly twirl the Rebellion.
"Forgive me, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment. Now then, dearest Dragon of mine, shall we continue?"
All three heads perk up in excitement as I point the Rebellion in their direction, golden lightning once more coating his form.
You got one hit, you little shit. That's all you're gonna get.
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Gondol
Gondol feels like I took things too far too quickly with Grayfia. what do you think?
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