Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

With a very large grin on his face Drake chuckle.

"Well I gues that solves that problem." The floor was up to his knees.

"We'll be back in a bit, Myriad's needs must be sated quite thoroughly." One of the shell bodys sandwhiched him with Myriad, its back to his chest as the floor rose a bove his waist. He cupped its chest with one hand firmly but gently, still holding on to Myriads cheek with the other. It was definately a different feeling, phasing through the floor.

Soon enough the floor passed over his head, just as Niri walked in on the scene. She looks at the floor with a pout, arms crossed under her breastsas he tail twitched in agitation.

"Mou~ I wanted time with Master again, it's only gonna get worse the more girls follow him."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary looked over to Niri, and smiled. She felt her master's knowledge of Niri's body inside her head, so she knew how to make the Leviathan squirm with pleasure. Now to see if she was willing...

"Do not fear, Niri my Alpha," Mary said, sauntering over to her. "For if you are willing, then I am more than willing to help attend to your needs as well..."

Myriad phased Drake fully through the floor, gasping in pleasure from the double sensation of his hand on her shell double's breast and her real body's cheek. The taming room was fairly spartan and clean, befitting the other rooms in the Laboratory which weren't the arcade, the only things in it being a plush, comfortable looking bed capable of holding up to six people, along with a plush couch that looked like it folded out. Myriad grinned, lowering herself and Drake down to the bed, she and her shell body-doubles slowly stripping Drake.

"I've wanted this ever since I saw you make goddess girl moan..." she said, her real body licking her lips.

[Creator_Drake]

Niri caught on surprizingly quick, scratching her cheek nervously as she stepped back.

"N-no that's alright Mary, I can p-play some games while I wait. Master does have great stamina after all...that and I don't actually need a taming right now..."

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Drake grinned as he unbuckled his partners, leaning them both on one side of the bed as he was quickly undressed. He groped one of the shell bodies while he brought Myriad herself in close. Capturing her lips he ravaged her mouth, useing his tongue to feel and massage everywhere he could. Before she could react he pulled back, chuckling at her dissapointed mewl.

"And I've wanted you ever since we talked back at Elohim's library. So then, shall we?" He was now fully exposed, a certain hard and warm something poked at Myriad's inner thigh....

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary giggled, bowing. "Very well, my Lieutenant. Just know that I am availble for you if Master is not," she said, turning to saunter through the arcade.

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Myriad almost purred when she felt her Master's hard length. She straddled him, guiding his manhood into her sex. The feel of her insides was unusual, but not unpleasant, Myriad gasping in pleasure as she began to bounce herself up and down on his shaft, her shell bodies making out with Drake and each other...

[Creator_Drake]

......With one last thrust he released within Myriad once more, his hot essance coating her. Falling to the bed Drake took a moment to catch his breath as pleasured tingles continued to race along his spine. He turned a lazy eye to the real Legion laying atop him, bonded to him now just like Niri. Her various shell bodies lay strewn atop and around the bed, each recovering from the ordeal just like their mistress.

Despite his exertion it didn't take long for him to recover, with a chuckle he caught Myriad's attention.

"Well...didn't think I could use my hands and feet like that did you?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad would have made a coherent reply, but the most she could manage at the moment was a tired, pleased mewling sound. She snuggled up against his chest, smiling, her tendrils wrapped around him. The shell bodies poofed out of existence, Myriad having experienced their bliss in addition to her own. She felt the slight warmth in the back of her head that was the sign of her bond.

She giggled happily, snuggling into your chest.

[Creator_Drake]

He chuckled heartily, wrapping his arms arounf the Legion as her shell bodies disappeared.

"Well, that answers that question." For a time he simply laid there, hugging the newest edition to his team fondly. His partners each gave off a warm, contented aura, happy with their masters happiness. Myriad wrapped as much as she could around him, her arms, her legs, tendrils; she never wanted to let him go it seemed, and from what he could feel from the new bond that seemed to be the case. He shook his head ruefully however; as much as wanted to back in the afterglow there were things that needed to be done.

"Hey..." He spoke softly, shaking her shoulder.

"I know you don't want to get up, but we have to get moving love. That and don't you want to know what kind of mischief both Niri and Mary might be getting into?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad sighed. "I suppose," she said, drawing him into a loving kiss. She slowly, reluctantly, pulled herself off of him, waiting for him to get dressed. She pulled on her own clothes, deliberately going slow about it, doing a reverse strip tease in a way. She'd reform her shell and phase them both back up into the arcade once he was ready.

She grinned. She couldn't help it. She hadn't felt this good in far too long. And now she had a Tamer again... she giggled happily.

Meanwhile, up in the arcade, Mary had discovered something she'd never encountered before: the SNK Boss. She had chosen a classic SNK fighting game, King of Fighters '94, to play after Niri had declined her advances. She'd won against the playable characters fairly well... and then she met Rugal Bernstein.

She was currently on her 15th attempt to beat hi... scratch that. 16th attempt.

"COMEON! Rassum frassum fucking super priority Genocide MOTHERFUCKING CUTTER!!" Mary said, the DemiElohim's eye twitching in frustration as she tried to defeat the boss... 17th attempt.

"RRAAH!!" Mary snarled. She was seriously on the verge of just throwing the machine into a Heaven's Gate.

((Author's note for those unfamiliar with the King of Fighters series, the above was a very realistic description of how a match with Rugal goes.))

[Creator_Drake]

It didn't take him long to get ready, although he would have been all the faster if Myriad hadn't thrown his clothes about. Slipping on his vest he stretched out, sighing in content as a series of cracks sounded from is back and neck. Stepping over to the side of the bed he gabbed his partners and strapped them in their usual places.

"Might as well head up there now befo-"

"COMEON! Rassum frassum fucking super priority Genocide MOTHERFUCKING CUTTER!!"

He blinked before looking up to the ceiling, feeling through the bond he had with Mary he felt that all too familiar frustration when fighting a boss battle that you know you should be able to fight....and failing to do so.

"Hehe, maybe we should head up there now before Mary decides to break something, and I'll get stuck paying for it with my none-existant funds?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad chuckled and reformed her shell around herself and Drake, carrying them back up through the floor... just in time to see Abyss visibly struggling to keep Mary from ripping the game cabinet out of the floor and throw it across the room. Myriad began laughing, unable to help herself.

[Creator_Drake]

Shaking his head with a resigned sigh he walked between Mary and the console that was the source of her current ire. Crossing his arms he leveled her with a flat look, sending his feelings of calm through the bond hoping it would calm her down.

Niri, coming around the corner when she heard the commotion, reacted just as Drake did with near near mimicry, only that her sigh caused wonderful things to her bosom. Shaking her head she walked right up to Mary and helped Abyss hold her back, grunting with some surprise at the DemiElohim's strength.

"Mary, calm down. I can understand your frustration over this, but there's no need to get this angry over it."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary, in truth, had never really played fighting games before. The Street Fighter game was fun, but she was still new to them. So the frustration of a powerful boss character was new to her. When she saw Drake, and felt his calm pouring into her, she blushed and calmed down. Abyss, sensing her relaxing, went over to make sure the machine was okay.

She pulled a feather duster out of the void that comprised her body and dusted off the machine, giving Mary a pouty look. "You should be more careful! That's a rare machine!" she said, waving the feather duster in Mary's face and making her sneeze.

"S-Sorry," Mary said, her wings curling around her body in embarassment. "I'm just... not used to these things..."

Abyss, looking surprisingly cute for a busty embodiment of nothingness, shook her head. "You should be more careful," she said, waving the feather duster in Mary's face and making her sneeze again. Then she skipped off, humming the theme to the seventh generation of My Little Pony....

[Creator_Drake]

While giving Abyss' finely shaped rear an appreaciative glance from the corner of his eye, he gave Mary a bemused look.

"She is right but I won't punish you, this is the first this has happened after all." Walking up to her he wiped away some of the dust on her face.

"Besides, I think Abyss' punishment was quite fitting." He rubbed her nose with his own, before pecking her on the cheek.

"Now I think we should get going, I still need to get my Tamer glove and licence to make things....legitament with the governments. That, and once Mainframe gives me the databooks we'll need to go over them and see who else could fit with our team here." Giving Myriad a sideways glance he smirked a little.

"Although, I don't think that'll be for a while... you 3 can be so....energetic in bed."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary nodded, blushing and grinning. "There should be a station in the Laboratory to sign up for a license," she said. "And I'm sure Lady Mainframe is already preparing the Databook for you."

Myriad shrugged. "So what should we do until then?"

Mary looked thoughtful for a moment. "...There's a lounge near the top floor, where we can rest until we are ready to use the transporter to the Clock Tower. We can get our regular clothes back there as well."

[Creator_Drake]

"Then we should do that first, though I'll need to go under a different name." Catching sight of Abyss coming around one of the other game stations, he called to her.

"Hey Abyss, could you lead us to the Tamer Registration station?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Abyss had already vanished, however. Instead, a machine popped out of the floor in front of Drake, with the electronic sign-up forms, arrows appearing on the floor leading to a gift shop just outside of the lounge.

Mary giggled nervously. “…I probably should have mentioned that the Lairs tend to have their own physics, compared to the rest of reality…”

[Creator_Drake]

Drake's face was flat, his one brow arching high as he stared at the machine before him.

"It's alright, I'm not really all that surprised. I've been to people's dreamscapes before, and those can get pretty wild on their own." Looking on the screen some of the fields were already filled, but looked encypted....heavily.

"Well, it seems I've got someone looking out for me. All I need to put in is my name and other basic info..." He enters the basic info, age, height, some interests, but leaves the name. There didn't seem to be a spot for a photo to which he was thankful.

"Now all that's left is my name, what do you all think?" Niri gave him a puzzled look. She felt his emotions when he spoke with Mainframe but unlike Mary, she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"What do you mean? I like your name Drake, why do you have to change it?" His shoulders slumped in resignation.

"Because, the man who tricked and killed the daughter of Lady Ameterasu was Epsilon's version of me, same name, looks and everything. Well, not the powers thankfully." Niri gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Shit..." Myriad said softly. It didn't change her opinion of this Drake, but still... If they went to the Shrine and Amaterasu Prime couldn't be convinced that this one was different than the one from this world...

She shook her head, deciding not to think about it.

Mary sighed. "What happened to Lady Amaterasu's daughter was a tragedy. But aside from the superficial details, our Drake had nothing to do with it. We just have to keep moving on towards our goal, the defeat of Donovan Brode," she said. "That being said, perhaps something simple, a variant? Desmond Drake, for example. The general populace doesn't know the names of the Purification Society members, so we could get away with it."

[Creator_Drake]

"Hmm... while a variant is good, but odds are there are people who might have a little too much time on their hands, or might be able to see through it..." Cupping his chin, Drake shifted his weight on the left, taking a typical thinking pose.

"Umm... couldn't you take a name that's similar, like Blake?" Niri proposed, but was met with Drake shaking his head.

"As much as I'd like it, using a name that's too similar wouldn't work either. Anyone looking in the right spot would figure something out, especially since that bastard and I look exactly the same. But thanks for trying Niri. You too Mary." Niri brightened from the sad look she gained when Drake cut down her idea. What he said did make sense however; when the right people see him questions are going to be asked, some of which he won't answer.

"Hmm....both have their points, I can take Desmond as the last name, but my first name needs to be completely off-putting although, things'll get tricky when we meet new potential members and I have to lie to them at first...."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Off-putting... Off-putting..." Myriad said, frowning a little. "...Not sure what you mean by that, but I think Valmont Desmond sounds like a cool name. Plus, you could be called Val, which is a nice nickname."