As Chloe and I make it back home from the fireworks display, there’s an unspoken tension between the two of us.  Neither of us says a word, either aloud or mentally through our bond.  There’s no need.  I can feel it passively just as much as she can.  The tension of having gone through yet another harrowing trek in the Tower Gauntlet permeates our every moment.

The battles were harrowing, and more than once, I thought we were all going to die.  Zethira and Serrena in particular were foes the likes of which I’d never before fought.  Cunning, precise, practiced and hardened through more experience than I’ve managed to accumulate in some three and a half months.  For succeeding, we have grown stronger, and that much better equipped to handle whatever challenges await us, both within and without the Tower and its remaining trials.

The moment we step through the door, I deactivate my wings and allow the two of us to enter into a passionate embrace.  My heart is racing; I can feel Chloe’s doing the same as well.  This isn’t some violent hate or anger at play.  No, this is the primal lust of having just fought for our lives, emerged triumphant, and the need to cling to our partner and have one another, cementing our love physically and emotionally alike.

Her arms wrap around me, and mine around her as we make our way up the stairs.  It takes every bit of willpower to keep my [Archangel’s Gaze] active and prevent us from bonking into Mrs. Jacobs’ walls and knocking her pictures off the stairwell.  We manage, just barely, and make our way up and into our room without making a mess of the whole house. 

All the while, our lips are pressed against one another.  Our tongues dance back and forth, tasting the inside of one another’s mouths.  And good heavenly goddesses above, Chloe tastes better than the premier meal from a high-end dining experience.  My hands feel all the toned, powerful muscles of her incredibly hot body, with special emphasis on her stomach, waist, hips, and breasts.

“Shower first,” Chloe says through our [Angelic Bond], not bothering to come up for air as we continue to kiss.

We only accelerate our movements at this point, rushing to take off each other’s armor and equipment.  I slip Chloe’s robe off, taking a fraction of a second to gaze at her nearly-nude body before slipping my pouch and the items contained within into my [Inventory].  It still feels weird, knowing that I can just dissolve any of my possessions into an extradimensional storage at will, but I won’t deny that this is easily the most useful ability I’ve gained thanks to the System.  Probably also the most dangerous as well.

My armor follows suit in short order, each piece disappearing with a flash of teal light.  Meanwhile, Chloe has finished disrobing herself, leaving her outfit on the floor, and is now all but dragging me into the bathroom with a sly smile on her face.

The water turns on, filling the air with moisture and the crackle of droplets hitting the bathtub down below.  But I don’t get us inside just yet.  Instead, I pin Chloe to the wall, mashing our bodies together and letting our skin press against each other, all while we continue to explore the insides of one another’s mouths.  Her body quivers, and I start feeling her up with both hands, sending lewd thoughts and dirty words directly into her mind.

“I need you, Sera.  Need every bit of you.  Can’t hold myself back another second longer.”

“Take me.  Use me however you need!”

Chloe jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles right underneath the widest part of my hips.  And she starts grinding her core directly into my stomach.  Hard.  Her heat and wetness are oozing all over my stomach, and I absolutely love how she’s using my body for her pleasure.  Love it almost as much as the moans that echo over the chatter of the shower.

But I won’t let her settle for only this much.  Her breasts are resting on either side of my face, and from our current position, my hands are free to wander straight to her backside.  So I do the only logical thing.  I grab her buttcheeks with both hands right as I suck on her left nipple, licking it and tasting it all the while.

Chloe gasps and takes a deep breath.  The heat on my stomach gets even more intense, and I know she’s not far off now.  So I don’t let off the accelerator.

“My girlfriend is so sexy,” I say through our bond.  “She’s so incredible, and her body feels so good when she’s grinding on me like this.”

“S– Sera…” She mumbles into my neck as she continues to grind.

“Be loud,” I add, switching my lips to her right nipple.  “Scream my name!”

All the while, I’m taking in the whole of her body via [Archangel’s Gaze].  Damn am I envious of how good she looks.  And smells, and feels, and… oh heavens.  The sounds she’s making are riling me up as well.  Itchy wetness builds up between my own legs, begging the satiation that only Chloe’s body can provide.

She keeps holding herself back, letting out only quiet shudders and squeaks as she rubs her body against me.  My hands make their way into the tiny bit of space between my stomach and her pelvis, helping to stimulate her even further.  And this, in turn, causes her to scream.

“Oh Sera!  Yes!  Right there!” she cries out.

“Louder, Chloe!”

A part of me wishes Mrs. Jacobs were home.  Or that someone else was listening on the other side of the door.  These sounds and this experience, magnified further and projected directly into my mind via [Angelic Bond]?  This is easily the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard in my life, and I know the night is still so young.

I keep going, obliging my lover’s request, giving her body everything it craves, leaving no part of her skin or flesh unpampered.  My entire stomach is glistening, her juices now trickling down my waist, heading down my legs.  A few drops are even making their way toward my nether regions, which is exciting me so much more than I’d thought.

All the while, she continues to scream indecent phrases, quivering and shaking, holding herself back for no reason other than because she knows it’ll only build the intensity when she finally breaks through.

Something that doesn’t take long.  She reaches her climax.  My stomach, already glistening, drizzles with even more of her juices, enough that it starts to drip down and between my legs.  My own wetness and heat mixes with hers, both of them building down onto the tile and filling the hot room with our scent.

It’s not the first time she’s finished since we formed our bond, but I will never get over how incredible it feels to have the sensation of her pleasure beamed directly into my mind.  Nor how arousing it is to feel the penumbra of her climax beating through me with my own heartbeat.

Chloe slides down my right leg, taking to the floor with more than a few jitters.  She turns to me and gives me a coy smile, biting her lower lip.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“No you’re not.” I say.  I kiss her.  “Not that I want you to be, either.”  I give her a second to process that.  “After all, my girlfriend is so hot when she’s getting off.  Even more when she’s using my body to do so.  After all, what is my body other than a toy for Chloe Jacobs to use as she sees fit?  She should use every part of me, after all.”

I watch with arousal and a little envy as she spreads her legs a bit and slips two fingers inside herself.  She moans a bit more as she plays with her incredible body.  I join in as well, something she doesn’t stop.  She leans backwards, into me, taking her soaked hand and coating it with her own juices.

I slip a finger inside her.  First my middle, then, at her pleading insistence, I add in my index.  I spread her open nice and wide as she’s now literally floating in midair, presenting herself to me.  I stare for a few moments.  I can’t help it.  Chloe is hot.  And so are all of her body parts.

Then I continue, slipping three fingers inside, rubbing against her walls, caressing her and spreading her open from within.  She convulses a bit, clenching around me.

“Damn.  You are tight, Chloe.”

She smirks.  “All the better for my lover to give me pleasure with.”  She lets out a loud moan and her telepathic voice grows low and sultry in my mind.  “It is what my body was designed for, after all.  So hurry up already, because I promise that I’m going to make you feel even better once you’re done with me.”

I do.  Goddesses help me, I do.  My fingers, my thighs, my stomach again.  She really seems to like using my abs to get off.  All the while, she moans both telepathically and out loud, something made only hotter, sexier, and more irresistible by the twitching of her muscles and the way her back arches, lustfully demanding more from me.

We continue, our tension only growing, until after a few minutes, she decides that the only way she’s going to climax is with my tongue delved within her.  I, of course, oblige the request the moment she makes her demand of me, and I continue all the way until she finishes half a minute later, coating my entire face with her love before drifting back to the ground.

She giggles and kisses me.  “A little reward for being such a wonderful girlfriend.  But don’t worry, I have an even better one planned for after the shower.”

It’s a bit strange.  Normally, I love long, hot showers.  They’re the perfect chance to soak my muscles and relax in relative safety after a long day.  Sharing the shower with Chloe would, in many circumstances, only exacerbate that desire further.  But right now?  Right now, I desire only to do the bare minimum of cleaning, before moving on to whatever surprise Chloe has in store for us.

We do, however, take plenty of time to make out in the shower.  It also feels plenty good to rub our soap-covered bodies together, even if trying anything more than that is a pretty awful idea.  Before long, our bodies— but decidedly not our minds— are as clean as they’re going to get.  A few seconds with my inverted [Water] glyph to dry us both off, and we’re out of the bathroom and back onto our bed.

“Lie on your back with your legs open, and close your eyes, too,” Chloe says.  “That includes turning off all your vision-related Skills as well.  No cheating!”

Before Chloe’s iron will, I can only obey.  The fan is running quickly, but the cool, air-conditioned air blowing on my intimate regions is doing absolutely nothing to quench the raging heat that’s building.  I’m nervous, but so, so excited for what Chloe has in mind for me.  Damn, I think I could almost climax right here.

I hear rattling from her closet…  Something good.  I know it.  I have an inkling of what she’s got in there, and if I’m right…  Oh, goddesses, please let me be right about this one time!

She closes the closet door.  Her footsteps are slow and quiet.  My body is shaking with anticipation.  She places her hand on the side of the bed.  Then they— and her lips— start tracing their way up my body.  My own anticipation is reaching its peak, all until something cold and hard rubs up against my entrance, proving my gleeful wishes true.

“I’ll be slow and gentle, love,” Chloe whispers in the most sultry tone I’ve ever heard from her.  “At least until your body has fully adjusted to it.”

“Where did you get one of these?” I ask.

“I ordered it online just before we got together for the first time.  It arrived last week.  Any other questions before we begin?”

I shake my head.  “No.”

Chloe doesn’t go in right away, to my displeasure.  Instead, she just rubs her strap around my outside, not focusing on any one thing in particular.  Her hands, likewise, tease all of me, but conspicuously avoid the places I most want to feel her.  I tense my legs.  I want her so bad it’s starting to hurt.  But the damn tease won’t give it to me.

“Please,” I whisper-moan.  “Please, Chloe.  Whatever you else you want, take from me.  Touch me however else you need.  Just fill me already!”

“Patience, Seraphina.  After all, the anticipation makes the pleasure that much more intense when it finally does come.”

My hands clench the bed sheets beneath me.  I muffle my pleas into the pillow now on my face.  Chloe straddles beside me, continuing to not give me what I want.  Not give me what my body has needed, become utterly reliant on and addicted to, since the moment we first became one in this very spot.

And then it happens.  Sweet, sweet relief as my entrance is breached.  Slowly, gently, lovingly, the plastic or maybe silicone rod works its way inside me.  My muscles clamp and shift.  It’s the first time I’ve had something so long or so thick filling me, and it takes more than a few seconds for my body to adjust and acclimate.  My walls stretch and contort, and great goddesses, this is the best sensation in the world, this feeling, combined with the knowledge that Chloe is causing it.  But I want more.  I need more.

“Harder,” I whisper.

I clench around the rod as Chloe pushes in.  It’s longer than her fingers.  More importantly, it is so thick, stretching me out, forcing me to accommodate her.  I love it.  I love it and I love this feeling and I love Chloe so much.  I only hope Chloe is loving doing this to me half as much as I love having her fill me in this way.

“More,” I tell her.  “I want more.”

But Chloe pulls out slightly.

“You’re a greedy girl, Sera.  You’ve already taken seven full inches inside of you.  But I know.”  She strokes my stomach.  “Your body is so sexy.”  Then my breasts.  “So toned.  So perfect.  Why wouldn’t your insides be equally perfect?”  She thrusts, bottoming out inside me with the clap of my flesh against her.  “Capable of taking all eight, thick inches.  And so easily, too.  You must be a naughty girl.”  Chloe holds me motionless.  “Your body must’ve been designed for me to use it.  Even though your mind didn’t know you wanted me, your body has been craving me for so, so long.  It’s been changing itself, hasn’t it?  Molding itself to better receive my gifts.”

Her fingers slide between my legs, landing on my most sensitive areas, causing my heart to palpitate and my hips to start rocking back and forth, her strap still bottomed out within me.

“You’re right,” I whimper.  “I need Chloe…”  I arch my back, desperately trying to get any spare millimeters Chloe might be holding back from me.  “Only Chloe gets to use this.”

I don’t need my eyes, and I certainly don’t need [Archangel’s Gaze], to see that smug smile on her face.  But I want to look.  I want to see that gorgeous body, those svelte curves, those toned muscles, all as they pound away at me.  I want to watch myself being filled as I feel it inside of me.  And so I do.  Chloe said not to use my Skills before, while she was getting her toys out of the closet.  But she never said I couldn’t use them now.

I watch with a perspective I don’t know if a woman has ever had before.  I stare at my own nethers through my [Archangel’s Gaze], aiming for the exact same vision that Chloe has of me.  And I watch as my own body takes Chloe’s strap.  Softly and gently at first.  But then, harder, faster, with more power and passion behind each subsequent thrust.

I watch as my own body shakes and my breasts bounce around underneath Chloe.  I watch as her toy becomes wet and glistens with my own juices.  I moan as she enters.  I gasp with sadness as she briefly pulls out.  And then, when she gives me one, super-intense thrust that reaches the depths of my walls and barely doesn’t reach the entrance to my womb, I gasp even louder.  I lock my legs around her waist just as she did to me in the bathroom.  I never again want to let this sensation go.  Because damn, Chloe’s strap is a perfect fit, her length a perfect fit for my depth, her width the perfect girth for my walls.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Chloe says.

“Yes!  Oh, Chloe, I love this feeling.  Almost as much as I love you.”

“You’re getting closer, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Say it.”

“I need it, Chloe.  I need your strap inside me.  I need it to fill me, to stretch me out.  Use me however your body needs to!”

“You know something, Sera?”  She pauses.  “I want to make you climax even more than you realize.  I want you to want me and need me as much as I want and need you.  I want to make you feel incredible.  I want to make you feel so good that you can’t think about those problems on the outside.  I want to claim every inch of you, make you addicted to me and this strap.  And only then can I rest, secure in the feeling that you’re mine and only mine, and nothing and no one will ever be able to take you from me.”

“I thought that was a given from the moment we first kissed and secured from the moment we tied ourselves together with [Angelic Bond].  You and me, through hell and high water, from now until the day we die or ascend or wherever it is we go once we’re done with this life.”

“Ascend?”

“Serrena claimed to be a demigoddess.  It has made me think that it’s at least possible to throw off the shackles of the mortal coil.  At that time, who can say what will happen?”

“Until then, though.  Mine and only mine.”

I smile.  Chloe shifts, beginning to rock back and forth, massaging my insides with every one of her muted thrusts.  And this time, her hands have joined in the fun, resuming their rubbing against my outer bits.  All while I watch, and feel Chloe’s satisfaction and cheer turning me on even more.  I am so close I can practically taste it.

“Say my name,” Chloe says.  “Say the name of the woman who’s doing this to you.  Say the name of the woman you love most in the world.”

“Chloe–”  I’m cut off by another deep thrust.  “Chloe– I–”  I’m about to… “Chloe!  Chloe!  Chloe!  Yee… arrgh!” I mutter out, along with any number of nonsense syllables and lewd obscenities as my walls start pulsing, bringing me to the peak of pleasure.

My hips and abs arch, and Chloe takes my waist into her own hands.  My legs are too weak to keep tight around her, but she’s not letting me go anywhere.  Just as I need and want it.  The pulsing of my walls pulls the strap all the way back to my maximum depth.

“Oh goddesses!  Oh sweet Chloe!”

I start to come down.  But Chloe has other plans.  The moment I start to trail off, Chloe grins and starts thrusting again.  She picks me up off the bed, grabbing me by the waist, and starts using me from a standing up position.  Something that a lot of strong men would have had trouble with before the System, but which she can do now without hardly breaking a sweat.

I lean back, wrapping my legs around her once more.  I sprout my wings as she continues to pound away at me.  But I really didn’t need to.  Chloe isn’t even straining to hold me from such a mechanically disadvantageous position.  Once again, her mood is only smug.  And she has every right to be, given how incredible of a body she has and how masterfully she uses me.

“Yes!  Yes!  I–”  I scream out.  I hope someone heard that.  Heard how much pleasure my Chloe is giving me right now.  I want the world to know that this way too sweet, way too hot girl is currently plowing me like a piece of meat, giving us both more pleasure and satisfaction than I’ve ever felt to this point.

“Use me as many times as you need,” I say.  “Claim me.  Ruin me, defile my mind and make me unable to think of any woman but you.”

Just as I say that, she completes my second round.  I spray more fluid onto her.  And she licks her lips.

“Perfect,” she says.  “Dinner is finally served.  And I’m going to savor my meal.  Slowly.  Gently.  And you are going to lie there like a good girl and watch.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  I do the only thing I can when instructed by my lover like this.  I float over to the bed, I spread open my legs as wide as I can.  And I let her eat her fill of me.  All the way until consciousness is excised from my mind and body alike.