Part 1.

  “Welcome back… darling.”

  Evona was there at the door to receive them both. If she had been surprised by Lili’s new appearance, she did a perfect job not showing it. Instead, she greeted them both warmly with a kind smile, even embracing Lili. Alex on the other hand was immediately exhausted but couldn’t bring himself to be upset with her, given the warm reception.

  “It will be better for Lili this way. Having a female that she can trust. It will be best if they can be friends.” He thought, taking off his shoes at the entrance.

  When it was his turn to greet their host, he stood before her, bowed, and said, “I am home.” It was stiff and formal. He was hoping that she would pick up on the cues. The truth is he hadn’t had much time to go over the longing he had in his heart yet, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed with her. He believed that she was confusing her feelings of gratitude with whatever he did, with feelings of love. She had obviously been starved of it for… many years. So, he would feel that he would simply be taking advantage of her if he moved forward with anything. That wasn’t the only issue though, while they were an unknown distance apart from each other, he still loved his wife back home. The voice from earlier had proven that somewhere, somehow, she was still with him.

  This also meant that there was a discussion with a particular god that was now overdue. It would mean at some point, soon, he would need to head out and find a place where they could discuss things. It could normally be done anywhere or anytime in his head, except Evona’s shield proved even mightier than the gods’ ability to see the world. They weren’t all-seeing and all-knowing if they weren’t looking at something when it happened, they would never know it was going on. That means he would need to head outside the barrier at some point and converse with her, preferably in private. Even if it was all going to be within his head, he would feel better if no one else was around when it happened.

  “Come in. I have already made dinner.” Evona’s voice said, bringing Alex back to reality.

  “Umm… you made dinner?” he asked, flabbergasted at the thought of her making a meal.

  He could only imagine it as the old, tired trope of the beautiful woman, the picture of the perfect housewife, only then being absolutely terrible at any housewife kind of chores. Images of faces appearing in his food, noxious gases coming up, even skull and crossbones appearing in the steam. But he shook his head clean of the negative thoughts, and remembered that she was a gifted scholar who had lived for over six hundred years, she would undoubtedly have learned how to cook by then, right?

  Lili and he sat down at the table, him at the head with his back facing the kitchen and Lili to his left. The table was well decorated with candlesticks and even a bouquet in the center. He had wondered to himself how and when she had had time to prepare all this. He had only been gone for two days. Had she just assumed that he would finish his business this quickly? Did she have a precog ability that he didn’t know about? Maybe it was one of the ancient magics? Speaking of magic, he remembered back to what she had said before he left. What was she preparing for him?

  While the thoughts were circulating in his head, Lili had been staring up at him. The memory of what he had done to come back for her after she had run away from him. She was of course still feeling guilty about it, but at the same time, she was happy. She was happy to see just how far he was willing to go for her. More than that though, he had gone so far for her, and they had both managed to come out on the other side. The faces of her fallen protectors came to mind, she smiled and thought to herself. “Rest easy. I am safe.”

  She then reached out a hand, grabbing onto Alex’s forearm, pulling him back from his whirling thoughts about magic and food. She looked him in the eyes and said, “Thank you for coming for me. More than that, I am happy we are all here.” She flashed a toothy smile at him. It hadn’t been everything she wanted to say, but she figured she would hold off on that for now.

  Alex was slightly taken aback at what to say, and unable to find the right words simply responded with, “They won’t kill me that easily.”

  He immediately wished he could [Destroy] himself from embarrassment.

  As he was contemplating whether or not to end his existence, Evona came out of the kitchen carrying a large casserole dish. She had prepared a potato and leek-like gratin. She placed it down on a pad in the center of the table, the steam was still wafting up from the surface of the dish. To Alex’s delight, there were no ominous signs, no discolorations or smoke signals to be seen. She picked up the plate in front of Alex and cut a corner piece out for him. Again, the food looked fine. Once everyone had a piece of their own, Alex lifted his fork and dug in. It was… amazing. One of the best casseroles that he had eaten in his life. He wasn’t sure if he was happy about the good food or that the trope had failed to rear its obnoxious head.

  “I hope that the food tastes good.” She asked.

  “Yesh Mahm!” He responded with a still full mouth.

  “That is so good to hear. Aururia will be so happy to hear that you enjoyed her cooking.”

  Alex froze at the possibilities. The food was undeniably good, and it was his misunderstanding that led him to believe that she had cooked the dish herself when she had said that she had dinner made. He was thankful for his luck for the night, but there was an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach at the thought that the trope may still have a chance to rise and claim another victim.

  After dinner they were relaxing at the table, conversing about the events that had happened from the point Lili had run off until they had walked back inside the house. Much to Alex’s dismay, the topic of his truant through the village, fully exposed, was a subject that seemed to bring both girls much enjoyment. He simply grinned through the embarrassment, reminding himself that if they were happy, it was worth it. Internally though, he was questioning when it would realistically be all right for him to show his face outside again.

  “Well, I think it is time for a bath,” Evona said.

  A particularly unpleasant memory came back to the other two, causing their faces to strain in displeasure. They both looked at each other and then back up at Evona. As if it had been rehearsed, they both said, “How about your first?”.

  Evona’s face perked up with surprise at their response, but that only lasted for a short second before it softened and she replied, “I see. How about me and Lili go together this time?”

  She wore a slightly mischievous look, which only seemed to worry Lili all the more.

  “We have something we should discuss, you know, girl talk.”

  Lili’s hesitation was obvious, but with an extended hand from Evona, she caved and followed along. As Evone was walking away, her prey in tow, she chimed up at Alex, “Now don’t peek! You should handle whatever it is you need to handle. Now come along, I want to see your growth!”

  Alex was baffled. Whether it was more because she seemed to be able to get anyone to do whatever it is that she wanted or that she somehow knew that Alex had worries on his mind.

“Maybe she can read minds?” was his thought as he rose from the table.

  He walked out the door in the cool evening air. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but the night tonight was incomparably calmer than it had been the night that Lili ran away. He took a deep breath, basking in the relaxing environment, hoping that maybe it would work on his mind. He knew better, of course, what he needed was an answer that he didn’t want to hear. This was either going to be the worst conversation of his life or the best. Regardless, he had readied himself as best as he possibly could either way, that alone was enough for his stomach to want to return the meal he had just had.

  He stepped down the stairs, walking through the quiet village at a brisk pace. He wanted to hurry, telling himself that he had to get back before the water in the tub got cold, in reality, he simply wanted to get this over with. The sooner it happened, the sooner he could move on and figure out his next step. So, with his racing heart and muddled head, he walked out of the village into the forest until he met the boundary of Evona’s barrier.

  Normally for someone to move between the barrier, it would need to be broken and recast, which was a simple feat for Evona that she did practically every day, whenever one of the Elven girls would head out for some kind of mission or hunt. Lili had done it with [Domain], warping the reality of the space, but even that would produce tears in the barrier around the opening, as there was a break in the circuit that maintained the ever-flowing mana.

  In Alex’s case, He could simply teleport from one side to another. The act of teleporting was to break his body down into pure mana, and then for it to rebuild itself in the desired location. For him to go through the barrier, it was a simple matter of adjusting his mana to match the signature of the barrier, allowing him to pass through to the other side, and restructuring his mana back to normal before reassembling his body at the desired location. All of this would happen in a split second. Teleportation was incredibly quick, but he was already thinking about the next step up, warping, which cut out travel completely, but that was for the Alex of tomorrow. Right now, Alex had a very important date to attend.

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Part 2.

  Being on the other side of the barrier would of course be more than sufficient for him to be able to discuss what he needed, but for a conversation like this, he felt a need for privacy. Not that anyone would be able to hear what was going to be said, or at least he was pretty sure of it given Evona’s apparent sense of what was going through his head at any minute of any day. With privacy in mind, he continued to walk through the naked night, like the other night, it again felt colder on this side.

  Eventually, he came before a rock face. He had walked right up to the side of the mountains that split the continent. In front of him, just a few hundred meters south of where they had come out from the cave all those days ago, was a sheer cliff, shooting up the side of the mountain for nearly two hundred meters.

  Deciding that this distance would suffice, he used [Jump] and a combination of mana platforms to reach the edge of the cliff. Before him was a decently flat surface that eventually met back up with the mountain before continuing its rock journey back up into the clouds above. For a moment he considered continuing his journey with the thought that absolutely no one could possibly hear him at the top, but he shook away the excessive thought and sat down with his back against the stone wall.

  “Vathy, you there?”

  “…”

  “Vathy?”

  “…erm.”

  “Vaths…vala?”

  “Oh, hello Alex, what a pleasure to hear from you tonight.” It was a pleasant response, but it was bathed in an annoyed tone.

  “Right. Note taken.” He responded apologetically.

  “How can I help you?”

  “Well given out connection, I can assume you know what I want to discuss.”

  “Ah… yes.”

  At her simple response, Alex could feel his body already tensing up. He could already correctly assume how this conversation would go, regardless of how optimistic he was truly attempting to be.

  “It has been over a year since our agreement. How is it coming?”

  “…”

  Her silence was deafening. Painful, excruciatingly so. He grabbed his knee, squeezing it tight in the anticipation of the expected answer.

  “I am sorry Alex. We have been researching it together. None of us know how he created the magic.”

  He gave a tight squeeze, his stomach dropped, and he let go. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released it. It was all he could do to keep his sanity. Life had taught him to expect nothing, and simply handle whatever comes his way. Yet he couldn’t help but have a little hope when it came to this topic. All of that seemed to vanish in an instant though.

  “I see. What about the record of the spell in his book?”

  “We have it, but no one has been able to figure out how it works. Youtoma has worked on it, pouring through the old works from the early days. There is just nothing to compare it to. It is almost as if this spell was created entirely by accident.”

  The reality that it was a fluke spell that just happened to work as intended was possible but seemed unlikely to Alex. He couldn’t deny that it did of some instance of randomness in it. While all the previously summoned people had been Japanese, or at least in his case, people residing in Japan, that would mean that the spell was focused on that one particular place.

  “What about using something like a warp spell?”

  “It is more problematic than that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The spell as well can tell is comprised of a setting for time and place.”

  “You just said you didn’t--”

  “This is simply told to us when it was first created. Japan. 2001 through 2021 earth years. That is what we were told by the creator. After that he was taken away, never having revealed to us exactly how it works.”

  “So… theoretically, I could get the warping part to work, but I would be warping to an Earth at some random time in its existence.”

  “Possibly to a place where Earth once existed but doesn’t exist now. Sadly, I do not govern that area, so I have no way of knowing its current condition.”

  “Fucking stupid.”

  His anger was rising. It was a natural response, it hadn’t been bad news, it had been horrendous news. Even if he managed to get there somehow, it could be at a time when Earth didn’t even exist, and there was no way to tell when in Earth’s timeline he was currently. The twenty-year option was far more reasonable.

  “What about…”

  “Alex, I know what you want to ask, but think about it.”

  She was right. Even if it was only twenty years, trying to summon a specific person at a time relative to his disappearance was foolhardy. Worse than shooting a gun, blindfolded in a dark room full of people. He would definitely hit someone, but the chances of it being the right person was next to nil. Just how many billions of people had been in Japan at any given time within those twenty years, billions? Hundreds of billions? It wasn’t shooting someone in a dark room blindfolded, it was trying to shoot an ant under those conditions. What he was wanting was selfish and simply unfeasible.

  “You’re right. It was wrong to even think it.”

  It finally happened. The strong exterior he had kept up since the day he was summoned finally broke under the weight of his own reality. The flood came rushing forth, he felt his heart shattering under the pain. He clenched his teeth together so hard he thought that they would break, but he could feel mana pouring into them as if it was moving on instinct rather than control anymore. He smashed his fist against the wall behind him, creating a crater on the side of the mountain. He did the best he could, holding out for as long as possible, but he couldn’t stop it anymore.

  From within the bottom of his throat came the most painful guttering howl one could possibly hear. It was one of anger mixed with incredible pain. Sorrow and rage mixed together forming an unharmonious sound that would cause fear and sadness in anyone who happened to hear it. He didn’t care who heard it anymore, his mind was consumed by what he lost, what had failed to reclaim, and the feeling of being abandoned on an island all alone.

  Vathsvala’s silence was a testament to her respect for his emotions, or maybe it was more her guilt. She hadn’t done anything wrong herself, and he did not blame her. Even when the deal had been made a few days after his arrival, she had warned him that she would try her best, but that she couldn’t promise success in this particular endeavor. This entire time he had done his best to keep any hope of success low, but it didn’t change how much it hurt.

  “I will never see them again.”

  The sound of his thoughts reflected the image of the broken man kneeling on the mountainside. His eyes were red and soaked, snot was draining from his nostrils, and his hands were red from smashing them into the mountainside. He had cut off his mana circulation to them, he wanted to feel the pain, a reminder to himself that he was awake and not having a nightmare. He was clawing at the ground beneath him, his fingernails were black, hunched over, and the arch of his back fell and rose with each outcry.

  Neither of them said anything for a long while, but Alex could hear in between the bellows, the sound of crying from the other end. Vathsvala hadn’t cut the communication for fear of leaving him alone, but at the same time, couldn’t bring herself not to cry hearing such guttural cries of pain escaping from him. That being said, the sounds that he was making aloud were nothing compared to what had been going on in his head. Meaning that their sharing their mental connection meant that she heard all of what he was saying, all the foul words he had to say for this world, for the god that created the spell, for the people that brought him here, even for his own inability to escape. It was a pain that no one could truly understand, a pain that he had so stoically held back for so long, was what he was now allowing himself to feel.

  After a long while Vathsvala finally spoke up.

  “Alex… if…”

  “It is fine.”

  It was an assured response. As if a switch had been flipped and the world was suddenly all right.

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  “You did your best; I have to keep up my end of the deal.”

  “I don’t know if this helps or not, but… There are people here that do care about you. Of course, it is no replacement for what you lost, but it is not like you have nothing here for you. You can--”

  “I know Vathy. I have to consider the future.”

  It was with a reluctant voice that he spoke to her. Picking and moving one was easier said than done, but it was his most powerful ability back home, a part of his character. It was something that couldn’t be lost simply by moving to a new world.

  “It isn’t like I don’t have people here that are relying on me. What kind of …hero… would I be if I gave up now?”

  “You said it not me.” Her voice was kind and gentle.

  “There is something else I want to ask you.”

  “What would that be?”

  “You never gave me a clear answer when it came to the death of those summoned. Everyone in this world goes through reincarnation, but what about us from another world?”

  “Well, the thing about that is…”

  He returned to the front door of his new home. He had been out a while, the air had grown a bit colder, and he knew that inside waiting for him would be two worried women. He took a deep breath, readying himself for whatever was going to happen on the other side of the door. For better or worse, they were his family now. So, if they tore into him about disappearing in the middle of the night for a few hours, he would gladly hear them out until they had gotten all their worries and frustrations out, they were worth that much.

  Readied, he turned the handle and passed through the open door. What greeted him was the sight of Lili rushing toward him and wrapping her arms around him. Evona watched from behind with a smile. There was no sign of worry on her face, just a genuine smile and eyes that said, “Welcome Home.”

  Had he not readied himself beforehand, it would have easily been a moment that broke him all over again. He was still fragile from earlier, but he put on a brave face, wrapping his arms around Lili next to him. She was soft and warm, and her fluffy ears against his face added a relaxing effect that had already been initiated by her familiar scent. It felt like he was home.

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Part 3.

  They sat down together in the lounge room and Alex went over everything. Not just about where he had been, but about his past. Where he came from, where he lived, how he lived, his family, his meeting with Vathsvala, his time in the godly realm, his first days on Uvovia, and everything leading up until the moment he came back. He was now under the firm belief that there was no going back for him, and that as hard as it was, his only option was to move forward.

  On the outside, he put up and strong guard; his smile was more for him than for the girls. After all, what do adults do when things aren’t going well, they smile, they “fake it till you make it”, all with the hope that things will eventually turn out in your favor. He was done hoping though, if needed he would force it on himself to get passed this. Though, trying to trick a woman who had lived more than ten of his lifetimes was impossible. She simply returned a smile to him, one that said, “I know you are trying hard, but you aren’t fooling me.” She chose not to make any movements though, there was no reason for her to, Lili was already on it.

  Lili had been holding onto him since the moment he had talked about his childhood, let alone any of the other hard parts of his life. His father’s untimely death, his uncle’s rejected organ transplant, his mother’s rampant drug abuse, the abuse he had received from his mother’s friend, his slip into alcoholism as a child, and the injury that ended his fighting carrier. Though there were also the good times, his graduation day, the day of his first fight, the day he moved to Japan, the day he met his future wife, his marriage, and the day his daughter was born. He was a man who had overcome adversity through sheer force of will. To say he wasn’t bitter would be dishonest, but overall, he was happy; like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, a bitter-sweet existence.

  That part of his life was now over though. He wouldn’t forget it, how could anyone? He simply had to carry it with him as he moved forward. Without a way back, this would be his new life. He had the opportunity to surround himself with people he cared for and who cared for him.

  After a time, when the conversation had seemed to come to a lull, Evona took the floor and said, “We seem to be skipping over a very important topic of discussion.”

  Neither Lili nor Alex could think of what she was talking about, and both of them gave her a quizzical look.

  “This house only has two rooms. So, Alex, where will you be sleeping tonight.”

  His eyes grew wide when he realized the situation, he was in. Before, he and Lili used to share a bed. He thought nothing of it, regardless of her age, she had a small body, and the two of them could easily fit together on the bed. The issue now though, she was a grown woman, who actually looked older than her age, easily passing for someone in their mid-twenties, and the bed in the spare room would just be big enough for the two of them if they cuddled the whole night.

  This had not been something he had worried about, the whole day so far, he had simply looked at her like the little girl she had used to be. Now though, certain aspects became very real for him. The two of them were in loose-fitting bathrobes, their hair was down, and their clean scent filled his nostrils. Both girls were looking at him, pining for an answer. Lili had an embarrassed but hopeful expression, while Evona wore a grin across her face.

  “I’m going to the bath.” He said flatly, deciding to put off the decision for now.

  The bath is widely considered to be the ultimate place of contemplation. This time, bar some sort of powerful spell which would blow down the barrier he created at the door, he was going to enjoy the quiet peace alone. Part of him simply wanted to reject both of them and teleport to the hole-in-the-wall inn back in Dortmin, even his room back in the castle would be a viable option.

  “I hope Hordin doesn’t have any guests using the room right now.” He laughed to himself. “I wonder how things are going there right now. I am sure the incident from earlier is probably already giving him a headache.”

  After a moment to think about the look that would be on the prince’s face, he sunk into the warm water and thought about his current situation. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew Lili had affection for him, and no matter how much he wanted to see her as a child, like a daughter, she wasn’t his daughter, nor did she want to be. She wanted more from him, more than he currently felt comfortable giving. He felt cruel for doing so, but he immediately ruled out doing anything with her.

  “I am sorry to step on your feelings little one, but I simply can’t.”

  Evona was another matter entirely. She had a more mature vibe in every department than Lili did. He had also been attracted to her since the moment he had laid eyes on her, and while she was definitely quirky, he simply thought that it complimented her hermit-like character. His only problem being, what were her true feelings? If she was confusing her feelings of gratitude for love, he felt he would be taking advantage of her. She was like a love-sick child, someone who had been abandoned and never given the time a day by anyone she cared about.

   It reminded him of a young version of himself, no, even up until he met Sumire, he had never realized just how love-starved he had been. She had been an incredible woman, one that accepted him for all of his faults and all of his deficiencies. She taught him how to love and how to be loved. The memory of their early days brought tears to his eyes, which he then washed away with the warm water.

  “Come on… I am not a hesitant puppy. You know the right answer.”

  Alex got up and out of the water. He walked over to the door, removed the barrier, dried himself, and put on a pair of fresh clothes. He exited the bathroom entirely and looked in the direction of his and Lili’s room. The light was still on, and the sound of soft steps could be heard on this side of the door. She was pacing back and forth, anxious about what may come next. On his face was a pained look, but he turned and walked in the other direction. The sound of the steps died as he increased the distance from the door.

  Alex walked up to the door leading into Evona’s room. He placed a hand on the knob, and as he had done earlier before he re-entered the house, gave a deep breath, and exhaled. This was his decision; he would live with whatever consequences came with it. But the first thing he would do was ensure that this was something she really wanted. It was easy to confuse admiration for love.

  He turned the knob and went inside. Evona was lying on the bed. She was still in her loose-fitting bathrobe. A majority of her cocoa-colored skin was visible, and her long white hair was splayed out beneath her. She had a look of mixed surprise like she was happy but unsure of what his being there meant. She grabbed the other pillow next to her head and used it to cover herself. Her inexperience was on full display.

  “You chose me.” She said in a flaky voice.

  Alex walked over to the side of the bed next to her, he reached over her, bending down low to the point their noses were nearly touching. He spoke to her in a soft, sensual, deep voice.

  “You wanted me to choose, this is my choice. Are you sure this is what you want?”

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Part 4.

  He could feel her body quiver through the bed. She swallowed hard. The look on her face was the same look his girlfriend in high school had given on their first time. She was totally unsure about everything in the world right now except one thing. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to feel him. She wasn’t sure if it was love or something more carnal, but she didn’t care. She was scared and excited all at the same time, the sensation was a new feeling, like a drug. Her voice was shaky and soft, a manifestation of all her insecurities.

  “Please… I… want this.”

  Alex leaned down, closing the distance. His lips touched hers. They were soft and warm, and a spark flew down his spine when he did it. He had had his share of kisses in his last life. Some were good, some were bad, and very few were incredible. This was the last one, everything about it felt right. She was obviously an inexperienced kisser, he knew that beforehand, but she knew it too, and simply took a back seat in letting him dictate the tempo.

  After a few seconds, he turned his head, readjusting the kiss while sneaking in a breath of air. With his new position, he attempted to sneak in with his tongue. It surprised her, but she didn’t fight it. He was the more experienced person; she would let him take the lead. She would allow him to open her up to a world she had never experienced.

  As if through instinct, she lifted her arms, wrapping them around him, and placing her hands on his back. It was a wider back than she had remembered, they had already seen each other in complete nudity, she had washed his back, but for some reason, with a new sense of realization, she was amazed by the size of his back. She slowly moved from here to his shoulders, down his arms feeling all the edges of his muscles as she went. It coaxed a desire in her she had never had before.

  Feeling her hands move about his body, her personal age of exploration, he decided he would also join in. He pushed his weight onto his left arm, and with his right reached out and touched her leg just below her knee. She slowly traced his hands up her left leg, applying just enough pressure for her supple skin to fill the space between her fingers.

  She was warm and soft, more so than he imagined any woman ever being. He found it slightly difficult to hold himself back, but he was determined to make her first time into something truly special, something that not everyone got. When his hand had reached just below where they joined back together, he lifted his hand. It wasn’t time for that yet.

  He repositioned himself on top of her without putting any of his weight on her. He removed his lips from hers, her eyes were closed, savoring the experience she had just had. He moved over to her ear, giving it a slight nibble. It was a moment of truth, elf girls in fantasy were always sensitive on their ears, and she was no different. He could feel her reaction underneath him at the gentlest of bites, leading him to spend a little longer here than he normally would.

  She could feel his teeth on her the lower part of her ear, she didn’t have a lobe as humans did, just the cartilage that ran up both the top and bottoms parts, meaning he could apply slightly more pressure with each bite, getting a slightly more emphatic response from her. By the time he left her ear, feeling him snake his way down to her neck, she was already exhausted. It had been more stimulation than she had ever received.

  When she felt him kissing the base of her neck, right where it met her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his head. It was an even greater sensation than before. She wanted to squeeze his head in response, but she held back for fear of everything ending all at once. As exhausted as she was feeling, she wanted more of these new sensations.

  He could feel her arms around his head, the slight pressure with each squeeze was a clear sign of the effort he has putting into his task. Now that he had stimulated her upper body, his next goal was to work just as hard down below. He left her neck, his lips brushing up against hers, exchanging a deep kiss while his left hand moved down her body, grazing her naked flesh just enough to tease her senses. He then made the move of lowering his position down to her thighs.

  They were meaty, but not overindulged, their mass was perfect for grabbing and her skin was just as soft as the rest of her body. He pressed his lips to her left thigh while his left hand held on to her right, grabbing forcefully, but refraining from causing any pain. He wanted her to feel the depths of pleasure for her first time, any time later… well they would figure that out.

  He worked his way up slowly, starting just above the knee on up. First, his kisses would move slightly, then his left hand, first she would feel the smooching, the occasional tongue lick on her left, then a soft grab up on her right. The sensations were building up in her, she had never had anything to compare it to. She wondered if Homura would have been the same, if he had agreed to her proposal would he have been this gentle this attentive to her? She washed the thought from her mind, it didn’t matter anymore, it hadn’t happened, nor did she regret it, she couldn’t imagine anyone else ever making her feel this way.

  He finally moved up far enough, to the point at which her legs met. He could see her clearly, doing his best not to stare, he didn’t want to embarrass her. Not that she would need to feel embarrassed about anything. It was clean and cute, and a sweet scent was rising from it. He wasn’t sure if it was that or his own carnal desires that were making him salivate. First, he kissed the top, making sure to look at her face for the reaction to his first touch. To his delight, they were as cute as he expected them to be. The innocence of someone who was completely new to this world was a turn-on for most men he assumed. Next, he began moving down, paying close attention to her most sensitive spot, using his tongue to delicately push it back and forth, circling it a few times before finally placing his mouth over it, giving it a gentle suck.

  The reaction was instantaneous, he could feel her hand latch onto his head, grabbing at his hard, pulling it hard. Her hips shook slightly, it was light, but he knew what it was. It was her first time feeling it, her heavy breathing clearly told him as much. He was far from over though, and the moved further south, using his tongue to begin lapping up her leaking fluids. The taste was just as sweet as it had smelled, well maybe that was what his brain was saying. It was always hard to tell in these scenarios when the libido kicked, what was real and what was slightly embellished. In the end, it didn’t matter, he was savoring whatever he was tasting.

  As he continued down below, he felt her legs wrap around his head. The sensation of her warm thighs brought comfort to him, and he shouldered, reaching out passed them, grabbing her hands that were tightly clenching the sheet at her sides. He took them, intertwining their fingers together, telling her, “Clench my hands instead, I want to feel your pleasure.” It was a tight grip, he worried she may hurt herself, but he refused to stop, instead with renewed vigor he went about his work.

  His right hand disconnected from her left and retracted it back down toward his face. He softly placed it on the top of her pelvis, gently applying more and more pressure as he moved further down toward his eyes. He brought his thumb down on her most sensitive spot and began rubbing it in a circular motion, immediately feeling and hearing her reaction. After which, he released her right hand, navigating his way over to the mounds on her chest.

  They would rise and fall with each breath, separating slightly and reuniting with the motion. He brought his hand to just below them, grazing them, adding to the new sensations she was feeling. His fingers climbed up them, spider-like, till he finally reached the cushion-like summit. He started by twirling his finger around her areola, in the opposite direction from the motion he was doing below. When he felt her skin tighten, he switched to brushing against her nipple. Going around it with slow-moving revolutions, only occasionally skipping over the top, until it stiffened up so that it was standing as erect as he was.

  She could feel him speeding up, his tongue slightly more forceful than it had been before. The was a strong feeling welling up in her gut, similar to the one before, but stronger. She grabbed onto him tightly, her fingers wrapped in his hair, yanking hard enough that she may accidentally pull them out, but she was beyond the ability to think rationally. Finally, she felt the urge to pass the threshold, she felt a force move through her, exiting out of her below, her hips convulsed, and her legs shook, smacking his head, located between them, over and over again until the arch in her back relaxed.

  She was laying back, her hands limply at her side, working to catch her breath. She looked down to see Alex rise up and wipe the area around his mouth, then proceeded to crawl his way back up. She was helpless as he leaned down on her, kissing her intimately. She could taste a peculiar flavor in his mouth, she wasn’t sure what to make of it, but she was more focused on the deep kissing which was slowly taking her breath away. Her hands climbed up, latching on to his wide, hardback. She could feel her eyes roll back under her closed eyes. How much more could her mind take?

  He finished his kiss, lifting his weight off of her, and looking down. She looked happily pathetic, smiling between breaths, her eyes were glazed over with tears leaking from the sides. He slowly lowered himself, his and hers touching below. He stopped when his lips were right next to her ear and whispered in a breathy deep voice.

  “I am going to start now.”

  “What does he mean by ‘start now’? Start? What was all that up till now?”

  Her face showed an obvious worry. If this was just the warm-up, what would the real thing feel like? Her curiosity was fighting against her fear of the unknown. She trusted him, but that didn’t stop her from worrying. She could feel something down below, something moving around her entrance. She looked down to see his hand moving, his fingers moving around, slowly spreading her open. He wasn’t going inside, only playing with the folds at the entrance. She was beginning to yearn for more, questioning why he was stopping partway.

  Using his middle and ring finger on his left hand, he wiggled them near her entrance, examining her wetness. He wanted to be sure it would hurt as little as possible. Deeming that she was naturally ready for him, he looked back at her face. She had a longing expression, she reached out a hand to him, grasping at the air. He took it, kissed it, and interlocked their hands, then positioned himself to penetrate her.

  With his spare hand, he grabbed her lower back, lifting it up and lowering her hips. Then with his spare hand, he guided himself till he felt the tip touch the opening of her vagina. He looked her in the eyes and smiled at her, the smile reassured her that all would be fine, that she could trust him entirely. When she smiled back, he pushed his hips forward, entering her truly.

  It was a long slow thrust; he was as gentle as he could be. It was her first time, and if she still possessed a hymen after all these years, it would hurt her. Regardless of that fact, he still wanted to take it slow, give her time to get used to the feeling of something foreign inside her, to get used to his size. With his free hand, he caressed her cheek, an act she showed her appreciation for. With each grimace she made, he would stop, wait a few seconds, and begin slowly moving in again. The whole process took no more than a minute, at which he sat there inside of her, waiting for her to give him the okay to pull back.

  The reverse process was faster but was still at a patient pace. As he pulled out, his head acted like an umbrella in the wind, the sides doing their best to cling to her insides, were nearly inverted, giving her yet another new sensation. Once his tip was at the entrance, he waited for just a second before pressing himself back into the inside. Slightly faster, with far fewer stops this time, waited again for her once he reached her other entrance, then pulled back out. He did this repeatedly, each time faster and faster until finally, he was thrusting at a quick pace. It was his turn now to wrap his arms around her, his head moving between giving her kisses and falling down on the pillow underneath her, his lips near her ear and whispering in her ear in an airy voice.

  She could feel him fill her with each thrust, feel him leave with each pull. She could tell he was trying his hardest to control his urges because occasionally he would speed up, only to catch himself and slow down slightly. She could feel him knock at the entrance to her cervix every now and then, breathing slightly heavier than normal as he did. It made it apparent just how much he was actually holding himself back, it made her feel special because of that additional effort.

  She gripped his back, her fingers looking for purchase on the lines of his back. More than ever before, the power in his body was evident to her. The thought of Homura came to her, “He could never have done this.” Her pleasure caused her to involuntarily squeeze him, and in response to that, he grew larger in her. The new size brings forth more pleasure, thus causing her to use her nails, with the newest thrust. She clawed down his back, leaving lines when they passed. Realizing what she did, she tried to move to stop him, but he simply pushed her back down, interlocking their mouths, and continued to thrust with uninterrupted rhythm.

  This continued for a good amount of time, their bodies had grown sweaty, their mouths covered in a mix of sweat and saliva from sloppy uncontrolled kissing at each slight change that happened with their shared bodies. Neither of them had bothered to keep track of how many times she had climaxed, in his pursuit to please her, his only thought was that it wasn’t enough yet. But now he could feel it, it was his turn, he could feel it in his loins, he had grown more sensitive, and he was twitching uncontrollably inside her. He moved to take himself out.

  “Nnnooo” she begged.

  “I am… at my limit.” He moaned.

  “Nnnside me.”

  “You… know… what-“

  “PUHLEEZ”

  He wasn’t in the mind to fight against it. He went down for one last kiss, one last thrust deep inside her. He could feel her insides against his tip, and he simply let go, pouring all of himself inside her. He held her close as he did, her arms trapped, pressed against him. She was completely at his mercy, as he pumped inside of her. She could feel the warmth flooding inside her, the sensation of his shaft vigorously moving like a toy. A sense of happiness filled her.

  With their first time done, he rolled over from on top of her. He hadn’t bothered to let her go, so she was now positioned on top of his chest. It was a surprise for her, but she felt just as comfortable in this position as in the last. She smooched him on the lips, smiled, and pressed her ear against his chest, listening to his beating heart pound. “Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub”, it was incredibly fast, slowly slowing into a more manageable speed.

  There at that moment, wrapped in his arms, she began to reminisce on the first time they had met. Not the time in the forest at the edge of her barrier, but the time from all those years ago, the time she had nearly forgotten about. Just like then, she was wrapped in his arms, feeling so incredibly safe and cared for. She looked back up at his face, he had been staring down at her with starry eyes and a smile across his face. She was blushing long before she realized it, but he probably couldn’t tell considering that they were all red and hot all over. Her feelings were pouring over, leading her to say what was on her mind.

  “I love you, Alex.”

  She was the recognition in his eyes, and she reached up to kiss him again.

  “I love you, Evona.” He said.

  She hadn’t necessarily been expecting a reply back, but the fact that it came caused her to tear up. The planned smooch became a deep and passionate embrace. Neither of them bothered to put on any clothes or even get under the covers that night. They simply passed into a blissful sleep together in each other’s arms, their shared warmth keeping them warm that night.