Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

He gazed at her, dazed slightly by her features. Hell, he'd bet the lights were helping her look more demure.

"Mary I- would yo- that is-I'm not an official tamer but-" He fumbled with his words before both his swords gave a light glow. Taking a deep breath, Drake stood from the table and faced Mary as the glow dissappeared. He ignored everyone else in the room, regardless if he caught their attention or not.

"Mary, would you- that is maybe after we've talked some more- would you give me the honor of b-becoming my Ultramaiden?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"I...!" Mary said, blushing and fidgeting nervously. "We... We just met!" She grinned, though, not entirely against the idea. "N-No one's ever asked me that before..."

[Creator_Drake]

"Then I'm happy to know that I'm your first." Did he ever mention he loved the way she blushed? Sure, back home he had both Shara and Niri, and he adored them to bits. But Mary, something just pulled him to her, he didn't know what. His partners were silent on the matter.

"I-I know we just met, that's-thats why I said maybe after we talked a bit more?" He let the question hang, his tongue tied, unable to speak even if he had words to utter. He knew the other 3 above them were probably enjoying the drama.

'Eh, let them enjoy it while they can. Not like I'm ever going to go through this again.' Drake should've known by now to never tempt Fate like that, it was assured that he'd get bowled over in some way.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The three indeed were. They were leaning over the railing, remaining as quiet as possible, watching with detached amusement.

Mary grinned, giggling. "I... I'd like that a lot..." she said. "Most... Most people would be too intimidated by a DemiLegendary just from the prospect of meeting their mother. Which usually happens instantly..."

She shook her head. "And I mean that. Instant. I remember seeing a Tamer flirting with a DemiAmaterasu in one of the Hammer & Sickle League's underground fortresses. Immediately after she said 'yes' to his proposal, Lady Amaterasu appeared. First time i ever saw the sun rise underground."

[Creator_Drake]

Perhaps it was his nerves, the situation, he didn't know. But the mention of the Sun rising underground sent Drake into a fit of laughter.

It was loud, it was deep, it was masculine. It was a laugh of someone that sincerely found the joke funny. For a moment the walls of the library echoed as he gripped the table, to hold him steady. He wiped a tear from his eye as he tried to control his laughter. He took a couple deep breaths as he wiped his face with a hand, his laughter now reduced to chuckling.

His smile shone brilliantly as he gazed at Mary. Turning to the others watching above them, he gave them a sheepish wave.

"Sorry 'bout that..." He turned back to Mary.

"Didn't mean to be so loud. I am in a library after all." Another bout almost took him, but he held it down.

"Sun rising underground, good one. I would pay to see that. Thanks, I needed that. Haven't laughed like that in a long time."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary blushed. Something about this man's laugh sent a fluttering of warmth through her, a delicious tingle from her head to her loins. But still...

"It's... not as funny as you may think. Lady Amaterasu has been extremely protective of whom her daughters date ever since..." Mary hesitated, wondering if she should even say it. "...Ever since one of them was tricked, raped, and killed by a member of the Purification Society pretending to be a Tamer. Mother, Lady Orochi, and Auntie Lucifell were barely able to stop her from turning Cleveland into a new Silent Zone..."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake was silenced, his face frozen before swiftly forming into a visage of cold fury. His eyes smouldered as his jaw clenched, his hand gripping the handle of the Eastern sword with a white knuckle grip. Coloured flames appeared in a flourish from the blades as his eyes glowed a rich emerald.

"Those Fuckers" His voice was low, despite how much he wished to scream it to the high heavens above. The air began to thicken as he stared into space. His cold fury fueling his power, making the air almost suffocating. The bookcases wobbled as the pressure increased, but the spells held everything in place. Closing his eyes, he reigned in his power, wanting nothing more than to be released upon the source of its masters anger. It wasn't anything like what he displayed infront of Elohim Prime, but it was still considerate. Taking a deep breath, the pressure dissappeared instantly. The flames from his blades died much more slowly.

Looking at the woman before him, he found her looking at him, eyes wide. Her skin holding a slight sheen of sweat. He turned away, ashamed of what he incured without intention. He was sure the others above were in worse condition, making his shoulders slump from guilt.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean for that to happen. But if there's one thing I despise more than anything in existence, its rape." He looked her in the eye, a determination stronger than his fury held within his eyes, his guilt still somewhat present.

"If there's one thing I can promise you, here and now, with my very soul, is that I would never do something like that to ANY woman." He grabbed her hand in both of his, rubbing her delicate skin with his thumb.

"If something like that were to happen to you, or anyone I care for, not even Typhonna herself if she were still living, could save that deprived soul from my wrath."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary blushed softly, a grin coming to her face without her realizing it. "I... thank you..." she said softly. She picked him up and hugged him tightly to her ample chest. "It means a lot to hear that..."

And then, quite randomly, the Legion floated down. Her shell of ghostly beautiful women opened up, revealing the Pokegirl inside of it. She handed him a card with a name (Myriad), address, and phone number on it, putting it into one of his pockets.

"Call me," she said, grinning. She closed her shell and floated back up to her comrades, the Mephisto staring at her in bafflement.

"I just don't believe you sometimes," the vaguely Maleficent-esque Pokegirl said.

[Creator_Drake]

Somehow, Drake had the fortune of being able to breathe while his face was pushed into Mary's miraculous busom. Then again, it helps when your head is sideways. He smiled in her warmth, feeling the steady beat of her heart within her chest. He nuzzled his face deeper into her busom as he wrapped his arms around the demi-legendary, careful to go between the wings. A felt peaceful, her aura must be affecting him.

his peace was shaken when he felt one of cheeks get sqeezed, before something was placed in his back pocket. Snapping an eye open as his face flushed scarlet, catching the sight of the actual entity of the Legion smiling as she gave his cheek another squeeze. He jumped a little, causing Mary's mounds bounce wonderfully around his head as the Legion giggled.

"Call me." With that she returned to her shell before floating back to the upper balcony. Drake simply blinked as he face remained redder than a tomato.

"Did-did that just happen?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary giggled softly, stroking his hair. "Yeah... And that happens a lot more often than you might think. Most superheroes get eaten by a Devilbrung within an hour. Or piss off mother or one of her sisters. It's rare we actually get one that lives for more than a day." She smiled wistfully. "It was a legit offer, though," she said, kissing him. Then she blushed, realizing what she just did.

[Creator_Drake]

"Well Mary, I guess I'll be breaking records then. I'm harder to kill than a cockroach, and damn better looking to boot. I might just see her up on that offer maybe." He then felt that kiss on his head. Looking up to her face he grabbed her shoulders, pulling himself up so he could face her fully.

"Now that wasn't very fair..." He smiled as he held the back of head gently.

"I couldn't kiss you back...." Before she could reply, he brought his lips to hers, softly, full of passionate chaste.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary eeped softly, surprised by the kiss. The warmth flowing through her grew even stronger, her wings flaring out in shock. After a moment, though, she felt herself melting into his kiss, her wings folding around the two of them as she held her close, savoring the feel of his body up against hers.

[Creator_Drake]

Using a small measure of power, Drake solidified the air beneath his feet to better hold the woman he was kissing.

He could feel the curves being pressed into him, her busom doubly so on his chest. Her hold was strong, as if he were a lifeline. Yet it was gentle, cradling him with care. The same went for her wings; Drake could feel the warmth at his back and sides, equaling the warmth he felt from her body. Made it easier since with his vest open, she was pressing herself against his bare chest.

Her lips were warm, and oh so soft and smooth. He didn't mash his face against hers, just merely pressed; enough to stimulate, not enough to bruise. Mary's breath was warm against his face when they broke apart to breathe, only to come back together like polar magnets. Corridors, he desired her, wanted her, to have her with him. He knew she could feel the bulge starting to grow, but he didn't care about that, he wasn't embarrased.

He was more daring, kissing just a little faster, pulling her just a little closer. It was still chaste, but many would be surprised by how passionate it could be, like the onlookers behind him.

His one hand held her head, feeling the texture of her hair. Despite how it looked, it felt smoother than silk, and freshly cleaned too. His other hand moved from her shoulder, tracing down her arm, fingers grasping her soft skin, massaging lightly in small circles.

He then trailed his hand back to her shoulder, only to slowly slide down her side, down to her hip. His hand moved in a small circles again, rustling the fabric before he place his hand upon the small of her back. It was just below her last set of wings, just above her shapely rear.

He brought her just a little closer at the hip. If she didn't feel his desire before, she would now. Parting his eyes, he smiled at the blush upon her face, feeling some pride that he was able to make her feel this good. Looking to her closed eyes, Drake decided on a little push. Pulling apart for a moment to catch their breath, he almost laughed aloud at he disapointed mewl. Looking at her lips, red and slightly swollen, Drake dove back in, joining his lips with hers once more. Only this time, parting his lips, his tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip, asking for entrence...

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary gasped softly at his touch, feeling her body's taming need start to rise. She let out a low moan at his caresses, the chasteness steadily going out of her as Drake's hands touched her.

Mary let out a small whimper at his kiss, letting his tongue into her mouth. She squirmed slightly under his touch, becoming more and more aroused as her taming need asserted itself ever stronger. Slowly, she began to pull off the simple gown she wore...

[Creator_Drake]

)=-=-=-=-= Part 1 =-=-=-=-=(

Drake could feel he was having an effect on Mary, the sounds she made, the way her hands grasped him; she wanted him now, badly, but he had to be sure. Pausing he broke the kiss, earning a disappointed whimper from the Demi-Elohim. Looking deeply into her eyes he saw the disappointment, the confusion, the want. Reassuring her with a soft smile, he gave a nod as he grabbed the belt holding the blade on his back. Working the buckle he stepped back, Mary spreading her wings as he did, understanding his intent.

Taking the blade from his back, sheath and all, he placed it on the table behind him before quickly doing the same for the blade at his side. When both were on the table, Drake shrugged off his vest, revealing his naked upper torso to Mary, as well as the onlookers above.

Drake couldn’t hold back the grin as he watched Mary try to drink in the sight of his chest and abs, a hot flush upon her face. Sure, he was no body-builder, but he was a warrior and his body reflected that, good and bad.

Mary mind was a haze, her need for a taming clouding her thoughts. Drake’s chaste ministrations were soft and gentle, but firm and decisive. This was a man who knew what he was doing, and who knew what he wanted. And right now, she knew he wanted her. The thought sent a pleasant shock down her spine, to the pit of her loins where a fire was burning, slowly.

When Drake had stopped the kiss as she went to remove her gown, Mary feared she was going too fast. The thought was banished instantly when he gave her that soft, handsome smile of his. She smiled back, her face flushed anew, while the fire within her grew hotter.

She had smiled when he removed his swords, but her eyes widened when he also removed his black vest, showing off his full torso to the world. She would admit he looked delectable to her eyes, how his pecks tensed, when his abs stretched; yes, he was a fine catch.

Then she noticed the scars.

They were nothing major; no ugly stretch of scar tissue or miss-matched patches. Just faint little lines here and there, faded, and healed long ago. Stepping closer, she placed a finger near his collar and followed a line that crossed over his sternum. He shivered at her touch, making Mary smile as she felt his lower torso with her other hand.

Her face was still flushed as gazed at him, soon locking eyes. He could see the silent question in her glowing orbs, a part of her wondering about his past. Drake gave her another soft smile as he enveloped her in his arms once more. He kissed her, but not for passion, for reassurance. He sent his feelings through the kiss, silently telling her it was alright, that she didn’t have to worry. When Drake felt Mary’s wings wrap around them once more, only then did the passion return.

Kissing her with rising fever, his tongue joined hers as he pressed his body against her own, wanting to feel every curve, every inch he could. Mary returned the gesture, arching her back to press more of her bountiful bosom against his chest, moaning all the while. Her hands roamed behind him, following the dips and shape of his back. The fire burned hotter as she grabbed his hair, squirming as her want began to overwhelm her.

She mewled softly as they broke for air, a string of spittle connecting them as they both gulped precious air. Mary stared into his eyes as she grasped his shoulders, her desire apparent in her shining eyes.

“Drake I- I need…” She squirmed more as she tried to alleviate the burning desire within her nether, but this only fanned the flames higher. She was panting now, eyes half-closed as she pressed herself against him even more. Drake knew exactly what she wanted.

“I understand.” Those two simple words with his smile was the signal she needed. Grasping the top of her gown, she slid the garment off, her desire hastening her movements. Pooling on the ground, Mary kicked the garment to the side, now clad in only her panties. Not that Drake could see them, what with her bosom pressed so firmly against his chest.

Speaking of, Drake hadn’t been idle as Mary removed her gown. Taking off his shoes with only his feet, Drake unhooked the belt of his pants swiftly. Shrugging them down, they too were kicked into the growing pile of discarded clothing. Anticipating what was coming next, Mary kissed him again, this time the aggressor.

Drake smiled into the kiss, dueling with her for a moment before simply exploring each other’s mouths once more, each moaning at the touch. Pressing against her he could feel his boxers’ steadily growing damp as she began grinding against him, a sure sign of her increasing arousal.

Mary moaned as Drake’s other sword pressed against her swollen maidenhood. She pressed harder against him, relishing the feel of his tool as the fabric rubbed together. Realizing how close they were to fulfilling their shared desire, Mary broke off and stared into Drake’s green eyes.

“Please Drake… I- I need you… make me yours…” Her voice was a mere whisper, yet the sound echoed easily in the library. She was grinding faster now, her want permeable within her eyes, begging him, pleading to him for release. And Drake wasn’t going to deny her, not one second more. He gave her a firm nod.

“Alright. Do you prefer to be on top? Due to your-” He didn’t get a chance to finish as Mary occupied his mouth with hers. This time Drake groaned into the kiss, the action catching him by surprise. He felt a shift in the air, and it was only when Mary placed him on the table that Drake realized that she had levitated them up.

Breaking the kiss, Mary enveloped Drake’s face into her bosom before lifting him with the care a mother would her child. Softly placing Drake on the table as gently as she could, Mary smiled brilliantly at him as she moved to straddle his waist, moaning as she felt his lips upon her breasts. Her wings flared behind her as she leaned back; giving Drake a scene he would never forget as long as he lived…

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lissandra, the Mephisto, winced as Mary's halo flared with her wings. She stepped away from the light, as Myriad's multitude of faces got a wicked grin on them.

"Oh yeah... I definitely want this guy as my Tamer," she said.

Kanabok, the Cthulhu, just stroked her face tentacles in amusement. "Let's see how he feels after Mini-Elohim there is done with him..."

Myriad smirked at her. "Do you doubt my ability to make men desire me?"

Lissandra manifested her 'bargaining chalice' and smirked. "Do you really want us to answer that?"

Myriad just huffed, ignoring Kanabok's chuckles as she focused on the show.

[Creator_Drake]

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Spoiler: show

If there was ever a moment Drake believed he’d caught a glimpse of heaven, it would be this moment. Mary was smiling demurely at him, her eyes half-lidded, filled with desire as her face refused to lose its flush. His eyes took in everything; the muscle tone beneath her smooth, unmarred skin, the hypnotic movement of her breasts as she breathed.

They were a marvelous pair, large enough to take both his hands to cup one globe, yet were astonishingly firm with minimal sag. He licked his lips as he stared at where her nipples would be, the area covered by Mary’s soft hands. He didn’t care so much about size but more so if they fit the woman, and these looked perfect on Mary. Trailing his hands slowly across her thighs, he looked back to her face.

The light from her halo framed her face more than her hair did, reflecting off the feathers that dropped from her flared wings. Like her name-sake she looked truly angelic to his eyes, an angel who wanted nothing more than to be with him. She giggled at him, with his parted mouth and gaze resting solely on her, she liked it. But the fire just wouldn’t stop burning within her core; she knew what would satisfy this urge, and that somthing was Drake.

Her skin tingled at his touch, shivers running up her spine. Her hands clenched reflexively, giving herself more pleasure as she moaned softly. She had lain with other tamers before, and each had their level of experience. And yet this man before her, something felt different about him. Her half-lidded eyes joined his once more, glowing white meeting piercing green. Yes, there was something there, something that called to her, she knew it.

She maneuvered an arm to cover both her breasts, while her other hand trailed down Drakes chest. Her face flushed deeper at his look of bemusement; she couldn’t help it! She felt strangely self-conscious all of a sudden, much like her first time. She watched as the bemusement was replaced by compassion, the hand on his abdominals brought to his mouth, soft kisses placed upon her knuckles.

Drake could barely hold back a chuckle as Mary flushed an even deeper red as he kissed her knuckles. He leaned forward slowly, tailing kisses up her arm as he went. He soon found his face meeting her bountiful mounds, barred only by her other arm. Drake wasn’t all that surprised with the height difference; Mary was 7 feet tall and was holding herself a couple inches above him as she straddled his waist.

Looking up past her cleavage, he rested his chin on her forearm as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He noted how her free arm placed itself comfortably around his shoulders, her thumb stroking his side. He smiled, something that she easily returned.

“You know, someone we know won’t be too happy with how dirty this table’s going get.” His grin widened as Mary giggled, the motion doing most wonderful things to her bosom. He was giving a face full of wonderful as Mary removed her other arm, snaking it behind his head. Her earlier shyness seemingly vanished without warning.

“Maybe so, but for now, it’s our table…” She whispered; her tone full of want as she finally lowered herself against him. They both groaned out as soaked fabric rubbed together. Feeling somewhat impatient, Drake hooked a thumb under the band of his boxers, quickly shimmying them off. With a casual flick, they landed in the pile of clothes to the left. His motions didn’t go unnoticed, as his rod moved from side to side, grinding against Mary’s cloth covered maidenhood.

Mary moaned louder at his movements, the last verges of her self-control beginning to fade. She began to grind harder, the fire within her turning into a raging inferno of desire; it was almost too much to take. Looking back at him she watched with some curiosity as Drake leaned back, finally taking in the full sight of her breasts. With an embarrassed yet proud smile, Mary arched her back, making her bust more prominent to Drake’s eyes.

His mouth felt dry, the dark pink flesh of her nipples holding his gaze without effort. Trailing a hand from her waist, it soon found its place on the soft flesh of her left breast. His fingers stroked her mound, the touch feather light. Her pleasured gasp urged him on, cupping her breast before gently squeezing, relishing the softness of her flesh and the added volume to her moans.

She couldn’t help the raunchy sound escaping her throat, her breasts were so sensitive, and it felt so good. His hand was doing everything it could, it grasped, it stroked, it rubbed, it molested the flesh of her bosom, and she couldn’t get enough of it! She felt Drake didn’t wear those swords just for show, and it showed. His fingers worked her flesh like magic, it was driving her crazy! His hips hadn’t been idle either after removing the boxers. They moved in time with her own squirms, enticing her swollen flesh with his thick rod.

She was so close, she could feel it; the hot inferno pooling within her nether, just about ready to overflow. She was panting again, grinding just a little harder against him; she was just. So. Close!

“Drake- aah! –I-I’m abo-haa!” She was at her limit, if she didn’t pass it soon, she’d go insane! Luckily, Drake felt it was time for another taste. Turning to her unattended right breast, Mary had no time gasp at his hot breath passed over the nipple, for it was soon enveloped by his lips. Then he sucked, hard.{/i}

The result was instantaneous.

As if a dam had broken, Mary screamed as she came, her mind swept away by the torrent of her orgasm. Her arms closed like a vice around his head, the flesh of her large breast covering his entire face. Her thighs clamped his hips tightly, pressing her swollen flesh against his member as close as she possibly could, fresh fluid covering his already coated member.

Mary’s wings flared out further, the light of her halo blinding all in the room as her scream arched in crescendo. For a time that’s all the library was filled with, white light and the scream of raw, utter pleasure.

When both had diminished, the onlookers found Mary laying on top of Drake, her body still shivering from her orgasm. Her wings lay limp on the either side, her chest heaving. The audience couldn’t see much of Drake’s upper half, but his lower half was bare for all to see. His phallus, somehow slipping underneath Mary when she fell forward, stood proud and strong against the white of Mary’s soiled panties. It was healthy and engorged, and while not obscenely gigantic, it was large enough that any woman would be pleasured by it...

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad grinned widely, the effect made unnerving by her multitude of faces. "Oh, I definitely like this one," she said.

Lissandra, rubbed her eyes as the Paradisan light blinded her. "Bleeeh... Angels everywhere... If I didn't like this library better than Lady Lucifell's..."

Kanabok just smirked, stroking her tentacles idly, wondering what would happen next.

[Creator_Drake]

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Spoiler: show

For a time Mary simply basked in the afterglow, shivering as pleasured tingles arced over her body. Drake on the other hand was simply trying to keep breathing. For as large and lovable as Mary’s bosom was, it still had the ability to smother anyone to death. Most would claim that dying in such a manner would be the best death any man could ask for.

Drake felt those men were complete idiots.

Using his hands Drake parted the top of Mary’s cleavage, earning a low moan from the woman. With a gasp, he gave his starving lungs much needed air. Sure, Drake would admit that his head being right between Mary’s breasts felt absolutely heavenly, pun intended. But he would rather live to experience it more than just once thank you very much.

Coming back to the situation at hand, Drake felt the woman above him shift, regaining her bearings. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto her elbows before gradually bracing herself up with her hands. Panting she looked down, her glowing eyes finding Drake’s smiling face. Normally with how large her breasts were she wouldn’t, but he held her large orbs at bay easily.

“You alright?” He chuckled out. She gave him an easy grin.

“Yes, I just need to… catch my breath.” She closed her eyes as her breathing slowed.

Grin widening, Drake decided it was time to do more than just hold her bosom at bay. His fingers started moving like a wave, eliciting another low moan from the Demi-Elohim above him. Her wings soon brought themselves aloft where he noticed that her whole body was becoming flush, not just her face.

Grasping his chin gently, Mary brought Drake’s gaze back to her eyes. Looking into those deep pools of green, Mary felt that odd pull within her heart again; yet it felt more than just an urge for taming. It felt… deeper somehow, more significant. She then recalled something her sister Teresa told her once, about when Teresa met her own Tamer years ago. About how she felt a pull in her heart to Claudia, how it grew stronger day by day, and once Claudia had finally tamed her, how she felt a piece of herself become complete.

Teresa had described it as finding her true Soul mate; Mary hadn’t believed it at first, though that did nothing to damper her joy at her sister’s happiness at the time. But now though, when she was feeling that same pull as Teresa had described? Her heart hammered; she knew a sign when she saw one. She couldn’t believe it, but she knew it.

Drake watched the emotions play across Mary’s face, having stopped fondling her breasts when her face because unreadable. Wondering what she was thinking, his interest peaked when a look of realization crossed her face. He began to wonder if anything was wrong when she began to stroke his face with the utmost of care. And that smile, it was so serene; like- like she had just found something that had been missing her whole life.

“Mary wh-” He was silenced with a finger.

“Shh… Don’t worry, everything is alright love…” She spoke a mere whisper as she shuffled back and brought her face to his. She brought her lips to his and gave him quite possibly the most passionate and tender kiss Drake had the pleasure of feeling. Eyes wide, he felt himself enveloped by her very essence; a feeling of such warmth and care that left him breathless.

Unlike earlier during her climax, Mary’s wings gained a golden hue as they flared out. But the light wasn’t blinding, far from it. They seemed to glow more than shine, and those watching could sense the feelings that emanated from the Demi-Elohim below. Happiness, elation, it was as if the girl had not a shred of negative emotion within her.

Mary reached back, gripping the edge of her panties and pulled the garment down. She then broke away, leaving him breathless, and yearning for more. He was surprised when a sound mixed of a disappointed groan and a whine escaped his throat. Mary giggled at the sound, eliciting a slight flush on Drake’s face.

Nipping her lower lip, she pressed her swollen, wet core upon Drake’s rod, earning a gasp. He felt his mind was fogging up, it felt so hot, and so wet! His hips bucked on their own accord, the desire obvious. Feeling her hands on both sides of his face, Drake gazed into Mary’s eyes as she pressed as much of her body against his, grinding slowly.

“It’s time Drake… Take me, make me yours.” His smile turned primal as he gave a small nod. Kissing her he shifted, Mary understanding his intent easily. They turned as one, soon lying on their sides. With one arm she held him close while her other hand stroked his face tenderly. A creamy leg crossed over behind Drake’s own, while her free set of wings draped over the pair like a soft blanket.

With one arm wedged between himself and the table, he used the other to stroke her thigh. His reach just long enough to grab her plush rear, causing her to moan sensually. He chuckled lightly before shifting down. Mary’s breath hitched as she soon felt something hot and hard press against her swollen lips, but did not penetrate.

She moaned as her hold on him grew tighter, the sound akin to a desperate whimper. She looked at him, eyes pleading for him to quench the roaring inferno within her loins.

“Drake please; I-I need-” She froze, eyes wide as the tip was pressed against her. Mary watched as Drake shifted before snaking his once pinned arm under her neck. The other gripped her succulent thigh as he gave her a wolfish grin.

She gasped as she finally felt him inside her, his rod parting her folds easily. Already he was deep within her, yet he still pushed himself deeper, slowly. A silent yelp escaped as he gave another quick thrust, before pulling back. Just as the head reached her entrance he slid back in, deeper than before.

Mary breathed in a gasp as Drake pushed as far as he could go; damn she was tight. Despite how wet she was, her grip on his tool wouldn’t let up at all as he pulled out, taking him greedily as he pushed back in. He couldn’t help but moan, her folds just felt that good! Even when he stopped moving to take it all in, she didn’t. Her folds massaged his penis expertly, pulsating all around his head and down his shaft. Drake was then on his back, with Mary’s tongue forced into his mouth before he could react.

Eyes wide, his surprise was muffled by Mary’s mouth. She clung to him closely, hands holding his head as she kissed him and her legs on either side of his waist. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, forming them to his shape. Just when Drake began to regain his senses, Mary’s hips began gyrating.

The new sensation had Drake’s eyes roll up into his head; he was being ‘attacked’ on so many fronts it was hard to focus. Above them, the audience watched as the pair began the oldest of dances, hearing all the groans, moans and wet sloshes that went with it…

Drake didn’t know how long he was unaware but when he came to, his hands were grasping anywhere and everywhere they could while his hips jumped to meet Mary’s own. The library was a cacophony of meaty slaps, muffled groans and other sounds of debauchery.

Already the pace was picking up, their kiss becoming hotter, and their movements more primal. The table had shifted a foot, mostly once Drake began thrusting in earnest. They broke for air, caught their breath, then their tongues danced once more.

Mary’s wings were shining with radiance; growing brighter the deeper Drake pushed in, and grew dimmer the more Drake pulled out.

Breaking the kiss to catch her breath once more Mary looked at Drake’s face, his flush matching her own. With her half-lidded eyes, she took in his features, shaped by the pleasure that racked his body. Her breathing was nothing more than shallow gasps, hitching every time the head of his rod brushed against her cervix.

The pleasure was building again but faster this time. She was nearing her limit again, as well as Drake it seemed; his thrusts becoming more erratic. Maybe it was the fog of pleasure, but something about being connected with Drake like this, it felt right, more so than any other partner she had been with.

Even as her pleasure skyrocketed and wound up, something within her was calming, like a constant twitch finally coming to rest. Drake was the cause she knew he was. It was like he was- It was as if she-

It was like they were meant to be together.

It all came at once. The realization washed over her as Drake captured her lips, thrusting as deep as he could go. Feeling his hot seed pour into her sent Mary over the edge; with a muffled cry her back arched as she came unlike anything she had before. Her wings blinded all those watching once more, but lasted just as long as her orgasm did…

Her walls gripped him like a vice, milking his tool for all its worth. Drake could only groan as Mary gripped him as if in desperation, spasms rocking through her body unopposed. The light from her wings blinded him even with his eyes closed, his orgasm blocking his ability to ‘adjust’ to it but he didn’t care. Even as they both collapsed on the table, Mary’s maidenhood continued to suck and squeeze his penis with abandon; it was dare he think it- better than when Niri-

‘!! Aww, crap. Explaining this to Niri isn’t gonna go over well. Hell, I just know having not told Mary about Niri first is gonna hurt her. And then me.’ As Drake continued to mull in dread, Mary breathed his scent, releasing a sigh of contentment, feeling very satisfied.

Sitting up on her elbows, Mary smiled at the man below her with all the feeling she had. She pushed a sweaty lock of hair from his face with a giggle before kissing his forehead. For a time they just stared at one another in a world all their own.

“Drake I… about your question… my answer is yes.”

“Ahem.” Jumping in shock, both Drake and Mary turned to see Elohim Prime looking at them with a raised brow, in full view of Drake’s seed dribbling out of Mary’s entrance.

Faces flushed scarlet they both moved at once, but their coordination was shot. Add to that the slick surface of the table and it was little wonder they fell in a heap on the floor, Mary falling on top of Drake, his head once more nestled into her heavenly valley.

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Elohim knew she should be more annoyed. But the sight was just too funny. Certainly the three stooges laughing at the couple from above were finding Elohim's sudden appearance and the subsequent pratfall amusing. The mighty Legendary folded her arms underneath her impressive breasts, staring down at the two with an expression that was a cross between amused and annoyed. Those that knew her well would realize that the annoyance was something that never went away, but those who didn't know her would find the look intimidating.

"It seems that interesting things have been happening," Elohim said.

Mary grinned weakly. "Mother, I can explain..."

Elohim raised a hand, closing her eyes. "I felt the True Bond forming child," she said. "E'en now I can feel it fully solidifying..."

Lissandra froze, her eyes going wide. "The True Bond..." she said softly.

Myriad and Kanabok turned to look at her, confused. "What?" Myriad asked. "What is it?"

Lissandra shook her head in disbelief, smiling in shock. "The True Bond... it's what Lady Lucifell calls Recognition..."

Kanabok's eyes widened, and she looked down again, this time with amusement. Myriad, her smile fading as conflicting emotions rose within her, looked down as well, frowning.