"Tim, I'm pregnant," Vol said, waddling up to him with a distended belly that stretched her shirt tight and a pensive expression on her face. "Must've been something I ate. Not too sure what though. Eh." She shrugged. "Have to be more careful now, so you're gonna have to fight for me. Oh, I think it just kicked."

Tim stared down at her. "Uh… What?"

"Don't worry, you're Carl's friend so I'm sure you'll be fine," she said, giving a wave over her shoulder as she started walking away.

"Tim, there is trouble," Ir'alith's voice called urgently from behind him.

Tim turned around and started down the red-carpeted corridor that had an endless number of doors on either side.

"Hurry," Ir'alith called.

He started to run, soon reaching a door that was open.

Ir'alith stood just inside with her arms crossed and back towards him. "I found her like this."

Emma dangled from the ceiling, naked, with her plain dress tied into a makeshift noose that was wrapped tightly around her neck. From the color of her face and lack of movement, she was long dead.

"She should have been looked after," Ir'alith said, turning around and sighing deeply. "Perhaps my judgment was too hasty. I would not trust her, but she still must live if Sateus wills it." She frowned at the ground. "I have disgraced myself," she murmured. "Carl will never forgive me."

Then she reached up and tore her own head off.

Blood exploded as her body fell to the ground, and Tim stepped back, his eyes wide. "What the fuck," he whispered.

"DRAKE STORM, YOUR LIFE IS A FAILURE," a thunderous voice boomed from behind him.

He whirled around, and he was again in the throne room of a god.

Sateus towered over him, its indistinct form now studded by angry, red spikes. It glared down with white-hot, burning eyes shaped like knives. "YOU WILL—"

Tim woke with a start, his chest heaving. He pressed a palm to his face as he sat up. Oh fuck, the stress nightmares are worse here. I should—

A thumping sound echoed over from the door leading to the hallway, interrupting his thoughts.

He let out a slow breath, then took another one to continue calming himself. That was really fucking weird.

The knocking resounded through his rooms again, and he pushed himself up off the bed. "Hold on," he called out as he staggered towards the door, rubbing the rest of the sleep from his eyes. He felt oddly refreshed, though he was also sweating like he'd been running a race. His hand went to the door's handle, and he pulled it open.

"Hey," Vol said from just outside, her face a little red and flushed. "Can I come in?"

"Uh… Sure?" Tim said. He worked at the remaining sense of disorientation that being awoken from a nightmare always brought with it, taking the time to confirm that the woman's svelte figure was just as attractive as he remembered as she walked past him while showing no signs of what he'd seen in his dream. "Is, uh…everyone else doing okay?" He glanced at the clock in the corner of his vision, noting that a little under an hour remained before his alarm would go off. Time: cancel alarm. "I mean, Ir'alith's, uh, being normal, and Emma's…doing her thing?"

"Huh?" Vol stopped just before she entered the sitting area part of the room where the sofa was. "Yeah, I was just fighting with Ir'alith for the past however long, and I wanted to go needle Emma but she shut the door in my face and said she was busy reading." Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his lower half. "You training in here?"

"Something like that," he said as he took a couple steps away from the door. "What's up?"

She walked towards him slowly, her expression changing as her lips curved into a wide grin. "I'm really fucking excited right now," she said in a half-whisper, raising her palms to rest on his chest as she looked up at him. "Don't think too much more about it than that, but do you wanna fuck?"

Tim blinked down at her. "Uh, what?" he said as he tried to catch up to the current state of things.

She pressed herself against him, and her right hand started sliding down along his torso, lingering briefly over the lines of his muscles before passing with incredible slowness inside the waist of his pants. "I've seen you admiring me, so I know you're interested like I am." Her fingers stroked his upper thigh, and he felt himself start to harden in reaction. "Let's. Fuck." Her left hand snaked down to caress the back of his other leg. "Now."

This is definitely a new approach. He brought his hands up and placed them on her shoulders, feeling himself already leaning in one direction. "Is this—"

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"Don't make it weird or complicated," she interrupted. The fingers of her right hand started walking towards his inner thigh. "Yes? Or no?"

"Yes?" Tim said against his every judgment, finding it impossible to turn down the gray-eyed, gorgeous woman's blunt means of seduction at this exact moment.

"Good," Vol said, her smile widening slightly. Her hands rose up out of his pants, and she grabbed him by his wrist, swinging him around until his back was to the end of the sofa before pushing him backwards.

He toppled over the raised armrest of the sofa, flailing a little until he steadied himself laying on the cushions.

"Get undressed," she said, already throwing her light blue shirt to the side and exposing her flawless, bronzed torso. Her eight-point-four breasts were modestly sized, rising off her chest as though supported by an invisible bra and capped with small nipples emerging from broad areolas. As his eyes unfastened themselves from the first place he'd looked, he saw that her shoulders showed an eight-point-eight, muscular definition and her belly was taut with similar muscularity.

His vision was interrupted momentarily as he shucked his own shirt off, working quickly to match her pace as he fought to remove his pants while she did the same with hers, revealing that she matched him in being completely clean-shaven below the neck. Her legs were slender, looking both incredibly soft to the touch while not showing the slightest traces of pudginess, meaning that they were worthy of an eight-point-five.

They tossed their pants aside, and she came forward, kneeling over his waist and grasping his stiffening member with one hand in a single motion. Her other hand drifted behind herself, trailing over his thigh.

He reached forward to grasp her hip with one hand, urging her to rock against him as he felt a sopping heat press down on his middle. His other hand went to cup her face as she leaned slightly forward. "This is a little sudden, Vol," he said. "I didn't—"

The hand caressing his leg came up and grasped his wrist, and she came to a total stop. "Don't make it weird, Storm," she said with a frown. "We're not friends, we're just fucking. Call me Scipio, my family name."

"Okay," he said, raising his other hand defensively. "Just fucking."

She stared down at him again for another couple seconds before releasing his arm. "Good. Because I really need…" She raised herself up a little and settled smoothly down on him, her wetness immediately soaking his crotch. Her other hand moved back to clamp down on his thigh, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip sexily. "Yesss," she whispered.

Tim brought his hands to her waist, grinding her hips down against him. This is a little weird, but she's still really fucking gorgeous.

She started to move up and down with increasing speed, making small moaning sounds every few strokes. She moved her free hand to his other thigh to stabilize herself and shuddered. "Fuck," she murmured, tipping her head back.

Tim felt that it was best not to press his luck, so he stuck to clasping his broad hands around her narrow waist, helping her motions along and thrusting as best as he could. "You feel amazing," he said after a certain thrust that made his rapidly-beating heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest.

After no more than a minute or so, she froze, letting out a small shriek as she locked up completely, the only motion coming from her trembling hips and the walls clenching on him. He waited her out, rubbing his fingers gently over her middle as she quaked on top of him. After another minute or two, she shivered once more before she opened her eyes, a pleased smile spreading across her face. "That was just what I needed," she said with a sigh. "Thanks, Storm." She patted him on the stomach. Her legs extended, raising herself off him, and she stepped down with her closest foot onto the floor.

"Huh?" Tim said in confusion at the latest unexpected event.

Vol met his gaze, seeming equally confused, then her eyes traveled further along his body until she was looking straight down. "Oh. Uh…" She shrugged a little. "Okay, that was fun, I suppose." She reached over and pressed a finger to his leg.

He felt a brief shock run through his body, and he moaned as he erupted, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her waist. His eyes squeezed shut, and a wave of pleasure unlike any he'd felt before washed up and down his body, causing his muscles to tense and his toes to curl.

At last, panting, he opened his eyes to see Vol watching him with a knowing look. "There," she said like she'd done him a great favor. "Now—"

A quiet, rhythmic series of knocks sounded out from the door.

Vol turned her head. "Huh. Wonder who that is. I'll check." She got off him and stood up fully, dislodging his hands and walking unhurriedly to the door.

"Uh," Tim said, still feeling like his brain had turned to mush after the intensity of the sensations he'd just experienced.

She threw the door open. "Oh, hey. You need something, Emma? Thought you were reading."

There was a moment of silence, and Tim finally managed to find enough strength to heave his torso up far enough to peek over the armrest of the sofa that his legs were still partly draped across.

Emma stood in the doorway, her gaze moving to take him in before returning to Vol and dipping downwards. "I'd thought to speak with Mister Storm for a time, but it seems I've arrived at an inopportune moment," she said. Her head tipped up, again regarding the taller woman before turning back to him. "You've worked quickly indeed, Mister Storm," she said before turning and walking out of sight.

Vol leaned out into the hallway. "You're really annoying," she called after the shorter woman just before a door slammed shut somewhere outside. She shook her head with a frown on her pretty face as she took a couple steps back into the room. One hand came up to sweep her mussed hair out of her eyes. "Okay, that was fun, Storm. Come find me if you wanna fuck. Maybe we'll do it again sometime."

Flashes of electricity shot out of her, and her body erupted into a blue radiance that made him squint as she became a swirling mass of light. She dimmed after a second, and then she returned to looking exactly as she had, now minus the wetness that had surrounded her thighs and crotch as well as the flush that had suffused most of her upper body. "I'm gonna go fight Ir'alith again for a while. See you around." She dashed out of the room without another word, one arm blurring to hook the door closed as she passed by.

Tim pulled his arms out from under himself and fell back on the sofa. He still felt a tingling sensation running intermittently through his body, and most of the area between his chest and knees was a wet, sticky mess. "What the fuck just happened?" he said after a few seconds.