Fenrir was back at Nameless to grab some food and drinks for himself and Tabitha. Mainly for Tabitha. Being an errand boy running around grabbing whatever Tabitha wanted was part of the job if he wanted her to build him a capable submarine. Though, just before he actually stepped foot in Nameless, he ran into a couple of familiar faces just outside the main entrance.

And one of them was stained from head to toe with blood.

“Is uh… everything alright?” Fenrir asked Serra and Saya.

Not only was Saya covered in blood, but she was holding hands with Serra with one hand while carrying several slabs of meat under her other arm. As for Serra, she was holding a blooded, severed bear head.

“Can we put this on the wall?” Serra asked. “I want it in our bedroom.”

“Why… why do you want a severed bear head on our bedroom wall?” Fenrir asked in response.

“Sex is satisfying. Looking at the head of a monster I killed is satisfying. I want to have sex then look at the head for double the satisfaction.”

Fenrir looked at Saya, who had no response, and then looked back at Serra. “I’m… I’m not sure how the others would feel about having a decapitated bear staring at us whenever we have sex in there.”

“I’ll be extra lewd to distract them then.”

“I don’t know if I would want a bear head in there staring at me while I have sex.”

“What if you caught a really big, special fish? Wouldn’t you want to hang it on the wall and then look at it after you’re done cumming?”

Fenrir looked at Saya, who still had no response, and then stroked his chin to think about it. “I see your point.”

“So, can I hang the bear head on our wall?”

“Yeah, but only if you back me up whenever I catch a fish and want to hang it on the wall.”

“I’ve got you. We’ll cover our bedroom wall with the heads of our enemies.”

“I want to say that I’ve raised you so well, but: one, that would be weird because we’re dating; and two, you’re as short as you were when I met you, so I can’t really say you’ve been raised at all.”

Serra snerked. “But if you say you raised me then I can start calling you Daddy.”

“I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

“Daddy, can you buy me a coloring book?”

“Alright. Absolutely not. Never call me that again. You just ruined anything even slightly nice about it.”

“But what about when we have kids? They’re going to talk to you like that. It’s practice.”

“I don’t want to practice raising a child on my girlfriend. Please. It’s weird.”

“Boo. Just kidding. I don’t want to be your child, I want to be your Mommy.”

“That’s just as bad.”

“Try calling me it.”

“I’m—I’m not going to call you Mommy.”

“Do it. Try it. Embrace the Mommy. Then you can have my Mommy milkies.”

Fenrir looked down at Serra’s chest, back at her face, down at her chest again, and then stopped at her face. “I love you, but you have nothing that could even pretend to be called milkies.”

“Then you can have Saya’s milkies and pretend they’re mine,” Serra said while reaching up to grope whichever breast of Saya’s was closest to her.

Saya was so done with their conversation that she couldn’t even bring herself to care that she was getting groped. All she did was stare down at the hand, her body still covered in blood, and sigh.

“Seeing as how Saya isn’t freaking out, I’m guessing you conquered her?” Fenrir asked Serra.

“No,” Serra answered. “She conquered herself.”

“How does that work?”

“It’s too deep for you.”

“When you say that, I automatically assume you mean deep in a sexual way, and that makes it sound like you’re saying something about my size.”

“Oh. Heh. Nice. I didn’t even think of that. But don’t worry. You can go more than deep enough.”

“Good. Anyways,” Fenrir turned his attention to Saya again, “are you sure you’re alright?”

“Physically… yes,” Saya answered. “Emotionally… probably. Mentally… I don’t know. Serra blew up a bear that was about to kill me with a single shot. The blood… it went everywhere. There were chunks of its flesh falling from the sky… it was like a waterfall of blood and meat…”

Fenrir looked at Serra. “How come you’re clean?”

“I hid under my hat,” Serra answered. “Then I washed it off.”

“How come Saya didn’t wash herself off?”

“She was too defeated. All she did was stare at the water until I grabbed her hand and brought her back here.”

Fenrir looked at Saya again. “Are… are you sure you’re alright?”

“There was so much blood, onii-wan,” Saya answered. “I can still feel the chunks of meat falling onto my head…”

Fenrir reached forward to pet Saya’s head to comfort her, and she leaned her head up to meet his hand… but then he stopped, hesitating to touch her blood-soaked hair. Though, as soon as he saw Saya glare and pout at him, he reached the rest of the way forward to pet her. “It’s alright,” he said. “You’re safe now. There’s no more… no more raining meat.” He could barely stop himself from laughing with that last line.

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Saya kicked his shin and pushed his hand off of her head. “You don’t eve care. This is one giant joke to you, isn’t it?!”

“It is. I’m sorry.”

“How would you feel if you had thick slabs of meats slapping you in the face from the heavens?! It was raining meat, onii-wan! And blood! It was like one of those weird hentais you watch, but with blood instead of—instead of you know!”

“You got a blood bukkake.”

Both Fenrir and Serra were laughing at that point while Saya groaned and stomped her feet. “You’re both the worst! The absolute worst!”

“Wow, Serra, you really are officially her girlfriend now if she’s calling you the worst.”

“Epic,” Serra said. “My harem grows.”

“It’s going to have every woman in the world in it before long.”

“Sweet. Maybe I’ll finally get to use half my lewd energy.”

Saya turned her head and looked at Serra with shocked eyes. “Just how much lewd energy do you have if half of the world’s population is only enough to go through half of it?!”

“Enough for everybody in the world and then some. We would need some aliens to visit if I really want to use all of it. And they might need tentacles.”

“Why tentacles?!”

“Because I got into tentacles after looking through Fen’s favorite hentais. Tentacles would be fun. It’s like getting to have sex with a hundred people at once, but it’s technically only one person.” Serra looked up at Fenrir. “Can you turn into a tentacle monster? You can keep the ears and tail because they’re cute, but I want you to grow tentacles.”

“Honestly,” Fenrir said, “if I really wanted to… I probably could. But I think I’m going to pass on that.”

“But you could have sex with all of us at once. You could use all our holes and the rest of our bodies, all at the same time, if you get enough tentacles. I bet that would feel super good for you.”

“You… you do make a convincing argument. But that would ruin my wolf boy aesthetic.”

“But tentacles. You can be a tentacle wolf boy.”

“If I was going to have tentacles, I’d want to go all the way and be a complete, pure tentacle monster. It’s lame to just be a normal guy with tentacles.”

“Sounds like Damian.”

“Who?”

“The guy me and Nell like to watch. We’ve shown you his videos.”

“Oh. The ex-porn guy.”

“Yeah. He made a tentacle tier list video and put humans with tentacles at the bottom of it.”

“What were at the top?”

“Tentacle pits.”

“Good taste.”

“You two would get along. I wanna see you do each other. He’d even let you be the top if you want.”

“I… I’ll pass. You can fantasize about me with other men if you want, but I have no interest in ever doing anything with a guy.”

“Boo.”

“Serra,” Saya said, somehow looking even more dead inside than she already did, “can we… can we please go back… I want to turn in this quest so I can go take a shower.” Tabitha made sure that every house had a capable shower and way to heat the water. Even if it was a fantasy game, she had no intention of letting people go without the luxury of hot showers. “I’m so done with this blood. I swear if I can’t get the smell out of my clothes.”

“Okay. Let’s go. Oh. Wait.”

“For what?”

Serra looked up at Fenrir and said, “Kiss.” Well, she might have only said a single word, but Fenrir knew that it was practically a demand coming from her.

Fenrir was never going to turn down kissing one of his girlfriends, either, so he bent over and placed his lips against Serra’s own.

“Now kiss Saya,” Serra ordered.

Fenrir looked at Saya, saw some blood around her mouth, and said, “I’m not sure that’s sanitary right now.” He was never going to turn down kissing one of his girlfriends… unless they had the blood of a wild beast all over them. “Don’t get me wrong, the bloody aesthetic is hot and makes you look like a badass, Pupaya, but—”

“So help me if you don’t kiss me,” Saya said.

“Do—do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“What if—”

“Now.”

Fenrir sighed and then smiled. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop playing hard to get.” With that, Fenrir held Saya by her chin to tilt her head back, brought his lips toward her own… and then quickly used his free hand to wipe the blood away from her mouth before kissing her. “That still counts,” he said once their lips parted.

Saya could not have looked poutier than she did in that moment. It simply wasn’t possible to pout any harder than she was. Her pouting only came to an end when she stuck her tongue out at him and said, “I’m gonna let Serra do lots of lewd things to me to make you jealous for that.”

Fenrir feigned shock, looked at Serra, and completely threw away that false response to give her a thumbs-up. “Don’t let her stop cumming until you can fill a pool from how soaked she is.”

“You can count on me,” Serra said. “Wanna watch?”

“I’ve got to help Tabitha some more. I’m her bitch today. So, you have to make Saya cum enough for the both of us.”

“Got it. I won’t let you down. Daddy.”

“Please stop.”

“Okay. Son.”

“Stop that, too.”

“Grandpa?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Grandson.”

“I don’t want you to be my grandma, either!”

Serra sighed before looking up at Saya to say, “Our boyfriend is so needy.”

Saya looked at Fenrir for a moment before defiantly turning her head away from him in true tsundere fashion. “Hmph. He is. He’s the worst. The absolute worst of the worst. If I had to make a tier list of onii-wans, he would be at the bottom of the list. He would also be the only one on the list… but still.”

An idea struck Fenrir. “Wait, before I go.” He leaned over and whispered something into Serra’s ear.

Of course, Saya knew exactly what he whispered even if she shouldn’t have been able to hear it, but she still acted like she had no idea what it was until Serra looked at her and said, “Call me onee-wan.”

“Wha-what?” Saya asked. “Don’t—not you, too!”

“Do it. Onee-wan. I wanna learn what it’s like. I want to be your big sister.”

It was hard to tell just how much Saya was blushing due to her cheeks already being red from blush, but her shaky voice made it obvious how flustered she was. “O-o…o-onee-wan…”

Serra’s eyes widened to a degree that was almost unheard of for them as she looked at Fenrir again. “I get it now. I will be the big sister.”

Fenrir crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with closed eyes. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“It is. New fetish unlocked. Oh, that’s it.”

“What?”

“Correct me if I get it wrong… onii-chan.”

Fenrir clutched his heart over his shirt and let out an almost pained-sounding groan. “That—that is too powerful. Your voice makes it way too good.”

“What’s wrong… onii-chan? Don’t you like it?”

“I do! I like it too much! That’s the problem! I’m never going to want you to address me by anything else if you keep it up!”

“Try calling me onee-chan, too.”

“Wait. You can’t—you can’t expect me to say something like that. As much as I love to embrace my weeb fetishes when it comes to others calling me things like that, it makes me cringe when I’m the one who says them.”

“Be a good boy and do it.”

Fenrir’s ears and tail shot straight up when she commanded him while bringing up being a good boy. It was impossible for him to refuse at that point. So, he gulped and said, “Onee-…chan.”

“Oof. My heart.”

“Do you get it?”

“I do. The Japanese are the masters of inventing fetishes. Can we move to Japan?”

“I think we’d be better off staying over here. Let’s just keep stealing fetishes from them instead.”

“Aww. Okay. Deal.”

“Anyways, Tabs wants a sandwich and drink. I’m gonna go grab those for her now. You two, have fun doing whatever it is you’ve got to do now.”

Serra nodded and Saya sighed.

“We have to go turn in this quest,” Saya said.

“Wait, there are quests in this game?” Fenrir asked.

“Kind of. NPCs can give you them.”

“How come I never knew about this?”

“Because you spend all your time fishing, screwing around with other players, fighting monsters, doing things with your girlfriends, and fishing some more. You never seriously interact with NPCs who might count as quest givers.”

“I… had no idea there are quests. That makes me want to go and try to find a bunch. Especially fishing quests.”

Saya sighed again due to Fenrir’s obsession with trying to tie everything into fishing and then looked at Serra. “Let’s leave this fish-addicted dog behind already.”

“Okay,” Serra said. “Bye, puppy. Love you.”

“P-puppy?” Fenrir asked, probably enjoying that more than he should have.

Serra picked up on how much he enjoyed that, too, and snerked as she made a mental note of it.