Leomi gasps, fighting to reach me as she hangs from the branch. I propel myself backward from my kneeling position, using my feet as leverage to directly stand up. I roll my tongue inside my mouth to savor the taste of her.
She throws me a half-beseeching and half-furious glare. I don't say anything, words are pointless between us when emotions run so high they rule the moment. No apology would make up for the fact I brought her so close to the edge and stopped cold.
As such, I decide to embrace her and raise my chin high to reach for a kiss. She lowers her feverish gaze but gives no kiss, she presses her forehead against mine and pushes hard, leaving me little choice but to resist with all I have.
Seconds pass as my neck turns sore but, at last, she releases the pressure to catch her panting breath. She then kisses me full on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside. I return her vigor with mine, a cold shiver coursing through my back at her ferociousness.
We break contact first on Liz' influence, determining that we still have work to do even though what we just did to her should have been enough. You're too soft, let us evacuate our rage. I drop back on my heels and lower my head to peck both her hard nipples.
“Are you really a virgin?” I ask her, short on air.
“I've done things with... to women.” She mutters, sounding quite tense. “Like you, and that woman.” Which woman? Teva, obviously. Oh... oh!
I lift my hand off her back and bring it down on her ass without pity. Smack. Leomi's entire body jerks forward along mine but she doesn't make a sound. I smile as I bury my face in her fascinating breasts.
We remain like this for a long while until I feel her send a construct through my skin. It's the shell of an air-blade but there is too much missing for it to work even though it's very clean and orderly, like she took a blade to the construct.
I fix the mistakes and send the completed air-blade shell back to her. It, ironically, looks a lot messier than what she gave me. It's impressive that she kept working on freeing herself in spite of her situation but it doesn't surprise, it annoys me.
Let's bite her for it. Don't be a sore loser, she's trying her best. Leomi soon sends a construct over to me but it's very far from being a blood-blade. I shake my head to tell her its wrong, which allows me the added benefit of using my nose to play with her breasts.
“Hhhmm.” Leomi wails.
“It's not hard, just don't constrain it so much.” I tell her. “Give the blood some air to breathe.” Elizabeth unhelpfully adds while chuckling.
“Air?” She asks. “I thought...”
“No, that's Liz messing with you.” I tell her. “Just... just don't clump it so much, think of it like a 'swoosh' but also 'shrrrk' because it has to be sharp.”
“...” Leomi's silence at my explanation is quite deafening. I decide to just fix her blood-blade construct and add segments from the water construct.
“You have to slowly gather blood, it might bruise a bit until you get the hang of it.” I tell her, making the construct float before her eyes.
Leomi links to it. She inspects it for a while before making changes that I observe because I can see the construct in silver above my head thanks to my being a monster. She seems to try to follow my nonsensical advice but doesn't quite get that the compression effect needs to be gouged of energy.
“Don't do that, it'll blow up.” I warn her.
“Did you try?” She asks back, her voice sounding much too normal for the situation.
“What? No. I'm not craz... well, I am but no.” I deny.
“Why not?” She questions.
“Absorb the construct and activate it for a fraction of a second.” I return. She pulls the construct inside her forearm.
“Hm...” She mutters skeptically.
“Can't you tell the strain the segment is under?” I ask, baffled.
“No...” Leomi pauses. “Oh, wait! I do.” She exclaims giddily.
After that last comment, she falls still. She's got her self-control back, but it's fragile. I'm teaching so I won't be getting involved. Elizabeth steps around Leomi to embrace her from behind, tragically taking us away from the perfection of her small chest.
Liz lifts our hand and aims right between her thighs. I realize what she's planning too late, mostly because it's so cruel and unexpected that my mind doesn't adjust in time. She brings the slap down on her sex with a wet clack.
“Aauurrrhh!” Leomi's cry turns from a wail to a growl.
Elizabeth then raises our fingers up to her mouth, leaving it to her to suck them clean, which she does with unrestrained enthusiasm. I watch the two from inside my head, stunned by their frolicking but very much savoring the sensation of her tongue and lips on my skin.
“How are you?” I ask her worriedly.
“I want more!” She exclaims, her voice fluctuating oddly. “But be gentle...” She adds, almost whining.
“No.” We refuse, very much aware that we can't let ourselves relax.
“Grh.” Leomi's growl emerges from the depths of her throat. “Come on, then!” She cries out. “Hit me!”
We freeze for a moment in surprise but decide to slap the side of her thigh in the same way we've seen her do to a horse to provoke her. Clack. She suddenly picks herself entirely off the ground to fight the belts binding her, which bends the branch. We probably would have lost our minds to fury in her place so we let her. She clearly needs to spend her energy.
I kiss the small of her back and tighten my embrace from behind, realizing that Liz was right to push me to do this as it lifted a weight off our hearts. We evacuated feelings we would otherwise bury. But dammed if you don't hold onto grudges, sister. Elizabeth responds with a mad giggle that echoes in my head.
After a while, Leomi goes limp and drops back to the ground. I lead her to the solution little by little by exchanging the construct back and forth. As she works on it, Liz uses our hand to explore her body while I use my head to interpret her reactions.
Her bare armpits are a weak spot as for many others but the trick is to find the right amount of pressure to apply to amuse her without giving her discomfort. A firm push in the small of her back serves to comfort her, like a hug.
The slightest brush along her thighs excites her while a caress along her side allows us to share a tender moment. A strong stroke along her abdominal muscles reassures her. Her breasts are the most important as the way I touch them allows me to communicate the kind of love I feel for her.
As we focus on gently fondling her chest, Leomi transfers to me the almost complete shell of a blood-blade. I send back the completed form because it shows she's learned everything I can teach so all that's left is training and experience.
“You're going to want to take your clothes off if you don't want them torn to shreds.” Leomi warns me with an equal tone while she, no doubt, starts gathering blood.
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“Ah.” We gulp.
Liz? Jess? The two of us smother a laugh at how we simultaneously asked the other's opinion. We quickly move to a big rock that the brook flows around to swiftly undress and fold our clothes atop of it.
Then, we raise our arm in a guard to prepare for the consequences of toying with her so much. A cold gust of wind trails across our torso, making us shiver. A small golden blood-blade erupts out of the base of Leomi's wrist to cut through the branch.
Crack. It immediately breaks, too weakened to hold her weight any longer. She looks at me while slowly unwrapping our belts from the branch and her wrists to then separate them. Her deliberate and casual movements unnerve me more than her fiery gaze.
Leomi goes from standing still to leaping at me with her legs bent up without restraint or defense. I already know that my arm isn't strong enough to block her charge so I lower my stance to absorb the impact with my legs.
Our chests hit, pinning my arm between them. My choice allows her to seize my head between her hands but it also gives me the ability to immediately leverage her away from me, which is important because I've never won a single hand to hand spar against her.
In dozens of fights, the most I've ever managed is to force a draw and it was thanks to the fact I used my legs. I shove her torso back but I suddenly feel a pressure behind both my knees that destroys my balance.
As I fall, I realize that Leomi passed her legs around my waist and used her heels. My back hits the thin layer of snow covering the dirt. Leomi, already mounting me, uses her grip on my head to pull me towards her while pushing against my arm with her torso.
I barely last a second before she overwhelms me and bites down on the pit of my neck. I try to struggle but I can't do anything with my arm pinned, my thighs only able to hit her buttocks, and my chin blocked in place by her shoulder.
Her teeth sink deeper into my flesh but, surprisingly, she doesn't try to immediately pierce through. Liz tries to dislodge her but fails again and again. Leomi increases the pressure she applies with her jaw for long minutes until I finally feel my skin give away and she draws blood.
“Rhh.” I grunt, feeling her suck the wound.
“Aaah!” Leomi swallows and exhales with satisfaction.
She rises with her head hanging back and shakes herself, making her straight black hair with a couple of centimeters of white fly around. I watch with admiration, especially her firm breasts which don't even ripple.
“I love you.” She declares.
She slides her hands down towards my torso, fingers clenched to claw at me with her nails. I fail to repress a moan at this blissful agony. Leomi lowers her head, revealing the drop of blood trickling down her chin, leaving a small red trail. Her lips are parted and trembling.
“There is a rage beating in my chest.” She continues. “I want to hurt you.” She lifts her right hand and places her palm over my mouth to prevent me from responding. We reflexively reach out and take hold of her wrist, palm over the cut the blood-blade made. “I needed what you just did to me but that doesn't mean I can let it go.”
I try to impress on her my lack of understanding, hoping she'll be able to read that my question is more about why she needed it than that she can't let it go. Leomi's left hand lands on my breast and gently strokes it, making me relax even though she's demonstrated multiple times in the past that doing so is a mistake when she's like this.
As expected, she seizes my nipple between her thumb and index to pinch it between her nails. The pain is manageable until she abruptly twists the sensitive bit of flesh. An electrifying bolt of twisted ecstasy rushes down my spine, sending me in a daze.
“I needed this to relieve the pressure because it is necessary for me to be made to feel like the vow of abstinence is reasonable. Logic and reason were losing their grips on me, which is your fault for being so damn amazing.” Leomi utters with a passionate voice. “Without a challenge, our engagement isn't enough for me to restrain myself in the long-term. I'm selfish and spoiled, I was raised never wanting for anything. No matter how I try to get rid of it, somewhere deep down is a feeling that I am due your love and body to enjoy because I want you more than I value my life.”
My lips twist into a smile under her palm. She increases the pressure on my mouth to make it clear that I shouldn't speak so I slowly nod in acknowledgment. Leomi inhales deeply, her bare chest pushing out.
“The problem is that the solution unleashed me so, even if I can resist it, it's quite difficult with you tempting me with mere existence.” Leomi explains. I can't help but grin which makes her frown. “This is going to get brutal for you, sexual for me.” She warns me with a painful grimace. “I... I'm fighting inside my head, it's hurting me to talk about it but, when I do, there's no need to worry about the wreck up there.” She tells me, contradicting herself. “I'm not going to ask. We're, past any of that. I...” She pauses to take a trembling breath. “I trust us.” She utters with a dark tone.
Her expression is twisted between concern and eagerness. I don't nod or react in any way. I merely keep my eyes locked into hers. I trust us. If she goes too far, we'll face the consequences together.
I don't want Leomi to restrain herself right now because it's clear she's struggling and in pain. She needs to let go, I want her to. Her right hand's lithe fingers close on my jaw, gripping into it to lift my head off the ground.
Leomi then stands and starts dragging me along the ground. It feels like my neck might break under the strain but we don't go very far before she sits back down atop of me to lock gazes, like she's waiting for something.
Suddenly, in the interval between a blink of my eyes, she pushes my head down with a blank expression. Instead of hitting the ground which I instinctively brace for, I feel freezing cold water engulf my skull.
No! Elizabeth and Jessica both react wildly. They jerk to fight back with all our strength but I stop them before they can slip out of her grasp. I use my all-encompassing love for Leomi to reinforce my trust and restrain our animalistic fears.
Neither Jess nor Liz can see her face through the distortion of water but the emotionless traits she wore as she decided to drown them remains engraved in their minds and feeds their panic.
Yet these two parts of me, who make the whole that I am, fail to shake my resolve in the least. I'll die before I betray Leomi when she needs my trust, even if what she desires is to end my life.
I deliberately let go of her wrist, giving up the one grip that would allow me to free myself. I reach up and blindly probe for her left breast. Finding it, I give myself a second to caress it while my lungs scream.
I use the blood on my palm, left by the wound she made freeing herself, to assemble a tiny blood-blade of a single centimeter. I place the construct over her heart. It isn't a threat but a loving promise that, if I go like this, I'm taking her with me.
We hold still in this position. Jess and Liz are still thrashing in my head, no doubt the same way her mind and heart are rebelling against her. Just as my survival instincts are about to overwhelm me and inhale water in search for air, Leomi pulls me out of the stream.
It takes a moment for my sight to clear up and catch the tears running down her sharp traits. Her expression is a wreck, she looks crushed but there is a sadistic smile on her lips that proves she both relished and hated doing this.
Her chest is rising and falling in rhythm, exactly like it does when she is very aroused. Her eyes are trembling and the tears aren't stopping. Leomi is barely managing to hold my gaze, which is a sign that the conflict in her did a lot of damage.
I'm quite the same, Liz and Jess are arguing about whose fault it is that we didn't fight back, all the while aware that they both made the decision to completely surrender while also fighting so as not to lose their insanity.
I don't have any trouble understanding Leomi's illogical decision of doing what she did even though she hated every second and had other options that didn't involve risking everything we've built. And so, I dismantle the blood-blade, bring my arm back, close my fist, and punch her square in the jaw.
Leomi sees the blow coming but doesn't make a single move to dodge. She flies off of me and lands on her bare back in the layer of snow. I get up, panting for air, and wait for her to stand.
“I understand, but Liz and Jess are going to need words.” I utter flatly as she rises, tears no longer trailed down her cheeks.
“I'm insecure, I needed to know you would kill me if I ever tried to take your life.” Leomi replies in a firm tone.
“How could you doubt that?” I ask before letting her answer induce my anger.
“You tried to kill yourself when you doubted my love.” She reminds me.
Her response makes my heart melt. It also incidentally allows Leomi to land a hard punch on my left cheek which makes me stagger backward into the water. I shiver and walk out of the brook towards her.
“It was indeed necessary to make sure we wouldn't break no matter what.” I acknowledge.
“We need more than words.” Leomi tells me, taking a step forward.
“Love beyond actions or decisions we will make.” I continue.
“Love that does not and cannot exist but that we will create.” She agrees.
We throw ourselves at each other, our torsos impact, our legs meld together as we each shove our right thigh against the other's intimacy. I rise on the tip of my toes and nest my breast between hers. She opens herself to me, leaning down as I arc back to welcome her. Our lips brush together and we both speak at the same time, sharing a single word.
“Absolute.”
– Arc 01 End –