Alpha Realm (OP.MC.|Harem|NSFW)

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 15

Title: Bronze-rank Hunter (D+)

SE: 0 | HP: 270

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi

He was about to go look for her when she entered the tent.

"I'm sorry I took so long… It's just that…" Lisa said, as she sat in front of him on top of the bedrolls.

"What? It was a tease after all?… And now that you can fly and now my secrets—" He began.

"No! S-Silly Dragon!… I-I was going to say something stupid, alright. You won't get rid of me that easily."

He was sitting with his left arm supporting his torso and his legs extended towards the entrance. She flustered and began to remove her boots.

"Do I need to reimburse the temple for your things? Those are some nice boots. But I would love to see you wearing black. Not only do I find it sexier, and proof that I have 'Corrupted' an angel—that was already far gone, by the way—I don't like how much attention they call, or how they contrast in the forest."

"No? They are mine—I bought them—Yes, they are in the Temple of the Sun's colors and style, but they do not give anything for free. Look at all they made me do to move some points around; that is why I came so far north. They offered to move 30 points for three winters… 'Years' of work up here."

"That is borderline extortion."

"No. It isn't. I don't know how you do it so easily. But they are some of the few that can. Most people need to train and meditate a lot to move them. I couldn't, and that is why my situation was worse. In reality, that moving of points costs a lot, but most people do not need it, as they naturally move them around."

"Hm. Still…"

"And by the way…" She said as she climbed on top of him, sitting on his hips, riding him with her legs open, grabbing his face and staring into his eyes.

"I—No. We will attract attention everywhere we go. If you dressed in noble clothes, got a haircut, and fixed your beard, you would get even more attention than me. People are used to seeing pretty priestesses all the time. People are not used to seeing a tall and handsome guy. Is usually either a handsome man or a tall brute, not both. And if you walked with more of your dragon side manifested… I do not even want to begin imagining what people would do."

She began to kiss him. He pulled her closer by grabbing her hip with one hand. The other hand explored her legs.

"Y-You have, no idea~a, how rare your kin is… People in t-the north think… Dragon-kin live south… They don't! I've looked!"

"Really?" He stopped kissing her for a moment while raising his eyebrows.

"Yes! Silly Dragon. Your kind is the rarest in the whole world. There are Wild Dragons in the south, after the Fire Shield. The wild animals, not Were-people, and there are also past the White Shield. Have you found any?" She got closer to him and began looking for a way to remove his shirt, finding nothing.

"No? Mojito told me that there were rumors of Ice dragons past Death Valley on some ice sheet or something." He said, and she finally pulled his shirt off.

"Morph." She corrected, "This is nice fabric. Where did you get it?"

"That reminds me that I need to (Purify) your body… And I do not know what it's called; a nerd gave it to me. Do you think there is something similar we can order and have made? I like that type of fiber, and I have some styles I can give a tailor."

"Hmm…" She started thinking and turned the T-shirt around, feeling the cotton around in her fingers. All while grinding herself on him.

'She's a fucking pro.'

"Yes. I'm not sure what this is, and it's extremely intricate and will be expensive, but not much more than dressing me in black. And seeing you how you dropped two goblin corpses as if they were fucking chickens… I'm pretty sure we will be able to afford it… That was so fucking hot, by the way. And Vanessa got both scared and aroused after that. I'm sure you smelled it too"

He took the shirt out of her hands and threw it in the back of the tent, then he pressed his body against her. "We… I like the sound of that," he said. Then he kissed her and used his hands to grab her ass and pulled her in, as if trying to penetrate her with their clothes on. "And no… I do not know… how to identify… the different smells from females… yet." He said as he growled every word in her ear and kissed her neck.

"That's what I—Me-a-ant—earlier…" She tried to speak as her body shook. "How!? You… Should naturally get to know… w–with e-every day—experience!"

He unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off her, also throwing it to the entrance. She had an inner T-shirt similar to his. But it was loose and not as stretchy. He pulled it over her head. Revealing her hourglass waist, toned and tight, nicely balanced with fat in the right places and with clear marks of frequent exercise.

He buried his face in her breasts; they were well hidden with the pressure of the jacket and her bra, but once he undid a button in the front, it almost popped an eye out from the tension it carried.

'Fucking MVP that button.'

Aizel knew her chest must have been large, seeing how the jacket arched in the front, but its fabric was thick and had straight stitching on the sides, not unlike thick denim. And the color hid the shadows well.

'Fucking 32DD hidden under there. Sun bless Deez Nerd and prosperity to Assigner of- you magnificent bastards.'

Inhaling deeply before pulling off and opening the bra. He chose to stare at her eyes for what was coming.

"I'm not of this world," Aizel confessed.

Lisa paused for a moment, but she did not look too surprised or even react that much.

"That's… Not entirely true?" Lisa said, almost shocked.

"This body is probably from this world. But it was made for my soul, which is not originally from here." He corrected.

She paused her grind and spoke. "That does explain a lot. Were you given a mission?"

"You are taking this way more chill than I would have guessed." He slapped her ass with both hands to make her continue grinding him. She complied.

"Well—yeah? There's been a few people—that have come here from other—r-realms." She got closer to him and grabbed his head to bury him back on her chest. "Some—were useless people. Others—great inventors. And—others. Became the current line—of the I-Imperial f-fa-family."

He stabilized her with one hand around her waist. Grabbing a handful of her breast with the other. Squishing it gently at first. Seeing how she did not complain, he used it as a stress reliever while talking. "I was not given one. Only a Job."

"And c-can you… tell me what—it is? Is it—allowed?" She said while her sultry breath became hotter with his touch.

He used (Discharge) on one of the nipples of his new stress-reliever and gave it a single, playful jolt that did not last for even a fraction of a second.

"~yah!" She yelled, but did not complain. The offended nipple instantly got hard and erect. Her gaze turned lustful.

"I was asked to fuck around with the system." He shrugged. "And send reports to its makers."

Tk! (Discharge) "~Hm… —F-Fuck!"

She took a couple of deep breaths, and then started at him. He gently moved his finger around her large pink areola and nipple as if it was a feather.

"Did—you… Meet its… maker?" She asked in between ragged breaths.

Tk!—Hmm!…

"I don't know. The being that I met was only looking after it, to make sure it works."

After giving her nipple a playful lick. He slowly used it as a pacifier. Then bit with less force than one would a grape without opening it. Slowly increasing the pressure he used.

(Purify)

In a flash of red flames, it was clean of his saliva, and he switched back to his fingers. And resumed kissing her.

"W—Was it… a God?" she asked in between smooches.

"He said he wasn't."

"Lie." She said and playfully pulled his hair.

He tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck, which made a lot more noise than he thought it would, scaring her a little. "Another, said that they weren't. I do not know… They seem to have control over the system. But I can't tell for certain." He kissed her deeply and undid her belt, pulling it out in a single motion, and adding it to the pile.

"True."

She unbuttoned her pants and his, and leaned over him. He complied and lay down on top of the bedroll with her on top of him. Lisa slid out of her pants and threw them in the pile. She was wearing silk panties. From their quality, they must have been a gift left from the other earthlings.

'May your soul be in forever bliss, wherever you are, you magnificent bastard.' Aizel offered a prayer for whoever taught Geas people the gift of fine underwear.

"Can you contact them?" Lisa asked, while being on top.

Aizel did not know why, but that did not sit well with him. Later, they could do all the poses they could think of; cowgirl and its reverse were indeed on that list. But right now there was a hierarchy to be established.

'Sexist? Yes. Misogynistic? Debatable. Do I care? No.'

Jujitsu was not the strongest martial art in his repertoire. But he was still a black belt. It's just that black belt was not the top. Rather the starting point of, any - martial art. In his more-than-once-humbled opinion. He passed his knee above hers and straightened his leg as he pulled her by the ponytail, then twisted them around in a single motion.

"~yah!" She yelled out.

Letting go of her hair, he stared at her. And spread her legs with his knee. "Too aggressive?" He asked.

She said nothing and clamped herself onto his hips, locking her ankles behind him before kissing him deeply.

'I guess not'

Aizel undid his pants and added them to the pile.

She stared at the massive bulge that went around his hip under his boxers, and then looked further down before asking: "Did a goblin try to rape you?"

"Every day, for two weeks straight." He replied before answering her previous question. "And, kind of… I can contact him—them?, but don't expect help, or an intervention to save us. I already pushed my luck when I asked for help once. All they want is to make sure the system is working as intended. Nothing more, nothing less."

She gave him a playful kiss before asking, "What did you ask help for?"

"You." He said plainly.

"W~What!?"

"I asked for advice on how to help you with your SE problem… He told me to (Bind) you; that way, with my knowledge, I would find a way to move your points, as I do mine." Aizel said, and placed his forehead on hers. Staring into the kaleidoscopic abyss that was her diamond eyes.

"But he was quite pissed off with me for that… So I won't be chatting with him - unless extremely necessary. And if he had his way, never again. Because that means that the system works."

She also stared into his. It was hypnotic; no matter how much they looked into each other, there was always something new to find in their eyes. "Are you planning on becoming the next emperor?"

"No. Do you want me to?"

"I don't care. All I ever wanted, what I… needed, is in front of me."

'Words are very…'

Aizel went down on her; she closed her legs and helped him remove her last piece of clothing by raising her hips. He tore them away and threw them back. Staring at her nakedness while on his knees, he almost recited an unbreakable vow to burn the eyes of all others who she allowed to take a piece of something more beautiful than he ever saw in two realms.

He might be a little crazy, but he was not going to complain, because every decision he or she ever made had brought them to this moment, so he did the best next thing.

In a fit of rage. He used all of his HP before hitting 100, in a single spoken double skill use.

"Sanitas-Purifica!!"

A massive purple flame with the smell of blood manifested and engulfed the tent, as his aura spewed like an open dam of raw energy from each one of his pores. But he was in control this time; it did nothing to anything but her.

"yah!!"

Her scream was so loud that he was convinced Vanessa would come in and stab him in the back.

"Sorry. I did tell you." He said between breaths.

"I-It's fine. But… What the fuck did you cast?"

"I did a low (Heal) and a (Purify)"

"You crazy Dragon! I shower and use (Clean) on myself every day, you know!? I am not sick! And the last time I was with a man was—" She began speaking before he interrupted her.

"Don't! Please don't. Not now, or ever. Unless I ask, or it's relevant." He said in a pleading tone. Aizel was okay with her past. But he didn't want to think of that before doing the do.

"Sorry, if I ha— No, it's in the past. Please—Fuck me—so hard. That I feel all others were charity… by the way… You could earn some serious silver with that skill-spell… I feel amazing!"

"Shut up." He ordered and dove on her lower lips.

Aizel started eating her like a starving man. Swallowing like dessert soil. After getting his fill of her nectar grool, he finally remembered that this is a thing for two, and began using all of his earthling knowledge, skills, and racial traits to his advantage.

She asked him to show her what true sex was. Maybe not in those words, but he had something to prove, to himself, to her, to two worlds and probably even a peeping semi-god.

He located her G-spot, looked into her nervous system with his electroreception, and went to town on it. Sending a constant stream of ever-growing pleasure, he mixed a manifested claw with gentle jolts of (Discharge), not caring about his HP. He reached with one hand and grabbed her breast and nipple to give it the same treatment.

Aizel needed even more; he used (Spectral Hand) and used on her other breast. He needed even more. His ethereal hand was similar to his own. He could feel and use (Discharge) with it. So he used (Condensate) to make another that pulled on her hair. If he could do an extra one, he could do two.

His human hand left her breast and was replaced with a second (Condensate) made hand.

He grabbed her legs from under her and went deep in with his tongue. Using (Condensate) to make another hand that played with her g-spot, then another that rubbed her clit, and another to softly choke her.

Aizel had gone mad with lust. Two more hands grabbed her feet in case she had that fetish, two more on her hands that intertwined her fingers, for comfort.

〔 Notice: Advanced skill usage detected.

► Basic Active Skill (Spectral Hand) evolved.

► Advanced Active Skill (Tmp.SMB.Hands) acquired. 〕

〔 System: UPDATE COMPLETE

(Tmp.SMB.Hands) ► (Poltergeist) 〕

'This peeping fuck is editing the system on the fly…'

〔 System:_ 〕

〔 Aizel Kadashi: Give me SE as payment, voyeur!! 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: The fucking skill was unnamed, dumb ass… And the shit you did with the custom bind was a bug… Unreported. So I do not owe you for that. It's fixed… But I was mortal once… 〕

〔 SE: 0 ► 15 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: Five for the unreported bug. Five for the skill name issue. That you technically found. Five for accidentally watching… 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: It's your, fault, by the way. I was not paying attention until you called… now I'm staying. 〕

'Enjoy the show. I'm only getting started!'

As his skill made his new extra hands as easy to use as his own, he hastily dumped the new SE on his HP.

Lisa curved upwards and yelled again. Sucking his tongue like a vacuum cunt. He let go, and watched the figurative fireworks as her whole nervous system shivered with her. Arching her back and tensing her muscles as she convulsed.

'Fuck… I hope I did not fry her brain. Electroreception for the win. Like a pleasure aim-bot. And she can't fake an orgasm without frying her own nervous system in the process because of it.'

She panted and looked to the tent's roof.

"W-w… What? What—the fuck was that!?"

"Hors d'œuvre, entrée, appetizer… on Geas… Dragon Foreplay," He said proudly.

She turned towards him and squinted. Sweat was dripping all over her body and ruining the fine bedroll.

"Spread your legs. Slut."

She complied.

Lucky, Lisa was no maiden. Because Aizel did not have self-control right now. If she wanted to feel like she did before was school. And he the PhD Thesis. He would give it to her.

Aizel entered her without issue, going straight to her third set of lips in the shape of a hollow knob, also known as the gates of heaven, or the cervix to sunless heathens like him.

"Hah~" A silent moan escaped her lips as she arched her back and her cunt tightened.

She was not loose by any definition—on the contrary—maybe it was his dragon dick, maybe the thing about cunts loosening up with use was a lie. Or maybe she had only been with little dudes. He did not care, nor was he going to complain; she felt amazing.

The Draconian member could feel every fold, every valley that lined her up. He could probably make a sculpture out of the shape of their union by feel alone.

Then he pulled, and trusted.

ffrrrpppts! "fuck! - Sun! - Yes!"

With every thrust, his ribbed protrusions tickled her from beginning to end. She moaned, hard. Vanessa's sanity came to mind, but it was a passing thought. Deez Nerd would have to manifest himself to pull him out of her.

Aizel could feel her insides readjusting themselves to accommodate him. Her cervix was trying to run away from him—but it could not—her moans were of pleasure without a hint of pain. Meaning she was not one of those who hated being poked up there—far from it—her tightening and moans in sync with his every inner kiss told him as much.

He added gentle (Discharge) over her entire body. Paying close attention to the intensity and spots that were the most erogenous. Seeing the flares in her nervous system. He wanted more. Aizel manifested his tail and slithered it around her waist to pull her further in. With the leftover slithering in between her breasts. (Poltergeist) took hold of the limbs trying to escape.

Adjusting his rhythm based on her own brain telling him how she felt by how it shone. He compared it to her moans, shivers, tightening, and face.

"F-uu!—Ah!—Aizel! … I-I'm!"

"I know." He growled and synced his feelings with her, giving her a constant road that edged at the finish line. He would not let her cross without him.

"I'm gonna come. Where do—"

"Inside… Fucking—inside!" She growled and stared into him. "Knot—me! … F-Fill me!" She ordered.

His horns manifested, and she immediately grabbed them. Giving herself leverage for the first time, and something to vent by squeezing them.

"Understood."

With a last deep thrust. Accompanied by the closing statement of his (Discharge) investigative work. Aizel finally let her cross, and he crossed with her.

The base of his dick swelled, locking him in and pushing deeper by pulling him further. He let go of centuries' worth of frustration in that one moment, and his Draconian balls seemed to be up for the task, as he released figurative rivers of cum directly through her cervix.

She did not even scream. Alternating between shivering and tightening. Aizel did not know how long it took for the knot to release her—or even if she passed out orgasming. Because he fell asleep still knotted on top of her.

— — —

「 It was his 17th day on Geas. 」

Aizel woke up seeing the roof of the tent. At some point, he turned upright and thankfully did not asphyxiate the poor angel. He understood that it was his HP hitting the low numbers that made him pass out, because of how much it had refilled.

Lisa was sleeping on top of him, her breast crushed against his chest. They were still naked and never made it inside the bedrolls, but he was not cold and felt well rested.

'This is how man was meant to wake up.'

It took him more than a century, and traveling between worlds across a weird extra-planar workshop, but he finally lost the v card. And it was even better than it was promised.

There was sound coming from the outside. Vanessa was moving stuff around. It was the first time on Geas that he had woken up without looking at the sun or moon right away.

'I need a watch… I doubt the heathens made fancy underwear and rifles but not a wrist clock.'

Aizel did not want to rise and shine. If there was an afterlife and not be only a constant stream of life moving around. This was the bare minimum he expected. A literal Angel filled with his seed, sleeping naked on his chest. Unfortunately, the angel woke up. And life had to move forward.

"Good morning, love," Lisa said.

"… Good morning. Lis," Aizel said. He was old enough to know that wild sex was not the same as loving; it came close, very close. But love was much more. Maybe his lack of acknowledgment would hurt her. But she could tell if he lied. So why bother?

"Are you okay… I kinda went overboard with the skills, and my HP forced me to go under. It won't happen again… It was because the stunt with the low (Heal) and (Purify)… Sorry."

"I also passed out… but not because I was hurt… you… You can't fuck Vanessa. Or any other mortal woman. This is not out of jealousy, but because you could seriously hurt them. Immortal races are tougher. T-The stories did not do Dragons justice. But if you do learn self-control, I will let you. There's no way I can do that every night."

"I'm not— … How's your cunt? I unloaded everything I had and plugged you in. Did I hurt you?"

"No. You were close at all times. And at the end it began leaking out. You eventually left me with a pop. … I loved—every second of yesterday's night—Thanks. You— I have never— I'm yours, and only yours. Forever." Lisa whispered more as she spoke. And finished with a deep kiss.

Aizel inhaled deeply; he thought he would feel pride, but it was relief he felt in the end. "I can't say the word right now… I enjoyed it. And I would not change anything I ever did or said. For I feel whole."

"The silly, crazy, and now, poet Dragon." She kissed him again and left his chest.

The cold did not feel nice. But the reverse strip show made up for it.

"Get dressed. I used (Clean) on both of us and the bedrolls last night, but still." She used (Clean) on both of them once she was dressed. And went outside.

He got dressed; it was awkward to do inside the tent. But Vanessa had already suffered enough, and it was time to face the music.

Aizel left the tent and stretched while yawning.

"Hmm. Aizel, would you mind using (Restore) on my ears?" Vanessa said as she approached him.

"Pfff Hahaha!" Aizel wheezed for before replying. "Sorry, sorry… I— Were we that bad? It doesn't erase memories, girl"

"What? No. I plugged my ears with some wool from the bedroll after she sounded like you were killing her. I did not hear… Much. They are itchy after unplugging them, and Lisa said that your (Restore) would be better than her (Heal)."

"Oh, sure" Aizel used (Restore) on her ear canal, and a quick flame and with an audible fump! Cleaned her ears.

"Thanks. Lunch is ready. It's noon already."

"Nice. Wait, how long have you been awake, to see how to schedule ourselves?" Aizel asked.

"A couple of hours. I was tired, but the earplug worked. I realized later that if we were ambushed… It was a bad Idea."

"Don't worry, she made it clear that it was not happening every night… And to be honest, you are right; it was stupid of me."

"No, it wasn't. I was— forget it. As your underling senior, I suggest scouting to eat without worry."

"Yes. That's an excellent Idea." Aizel replied. "Lisa! Come on, it's lesson time. Take off and landing."

— — —

Lisa was a natural. She was better than Aizel was when he was at her stage in his own flying career. It was clear that their wings were built for different purposes. His were similar to a bird of prey. Made for speed, long flight, and killing.

Hers were made like an owl's—for ambushes, quick assaults, and silence. She could take off and land with more precision, almost as good as he was already, but he relied on other skills, and she had only been using (Infuse). Thanks to her feathers, her control over wind was enviable. With time and practice, it was clear that each one of her feathers was like a little wing.

So they ended the training early, and after scouting, it was time for lunch.

"So, what's the plan?" Vanessa asked.

"This area is safe at the moment. Lis did not find any monsters or predators close by, and I confirmed it after her. I think we can use it as a temporary camp. Lis wanted to go back into town to buy some stuff, and I want to go search for the incoming party to locate them and move directly to them." Aizel began explaining as he ate some wet noodles with soup.

"We can expedite the mission because she can now fly, even faster than I thought. So, it would be better if we go and meet with them, so you can stay there, and Lis and I go to exterminate all the goblins in the area."

"That way, we will make more money. We can get them to help with the harvesting, since they will not have to worry about their safety with two people on overwatch."

"Overwatch? Oh! I get it." Vanessa said.

"Lis will go to town and get us better weapons. We were thinking about what would work better, and I agree that she will do well with a lance or a spear, and I with some other long but heavier weapon. When she comes back, I will go ahead and find them."

"I'm dragging you down, aren't I…?"

"Not really. If you were not here, I would accompany her into town. This way we save energy. Besides, my future parties will be the same. Once I'm silver. I'll be responsible for bronzes and work with them. I can't work only with Lis and rank up; the cranky Dwarf made that clear. So this is good experience."

"He-he, cranky dwarf." Vanessa laughed. "So… you are taking the loot?" She asked Lisa.

"No. I will use Aizel's large~ crystal." Lisa replied.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" Aizel teased.

"After last night, its hard." Lisa said.

"You were already like this, woman. Go check Marito and see if he has your stuff ready, in case you want something. And to check how the guild and temple are faring," Aizel said.

"Morph. Why is it so hard for you to remember his name?"

"Because each time I think of him. I want to cut his feet off, remove his tongue, and pluck his eyes out."

"That's a Lie. And besides, he never saw me naked or even kissed me."

"Then how… oh," Vanessa said, and then blushed as she realized what they were talking about.

"Honestly, I care so little for his existence that the name doesn't stick… I already forgot it again; I know it begins with an M…"

"Ha! And that was actually true." Lisa replied.

"Hey, no offense to your relationship. But isn't it hard to be with someone you can't lie to? I'm always walking on eggshells around Lisa… I'm not saying lying is good. It's just that— Like right now. Aizel tried to look all jealous for you, and it turns out he does not care… And still also somehow managed to diminish the poor clerk with honesty." Vanessa said.

"I mean, I've always been like this. So I do not know any better. It's refreshing not having to play the part of the wise priestess and hide my racial trait behind piety or some other shit." Lisa said.

"It makes it easier. I can't hide from her. So why even bother? In return, I don't have to convince her of what I am saying, as she knows that what I tell her is always what's in my heart."

"That's… when you put it that way. It does sound better. But it's not for everyone." Vanessa said.

"True. I will go now, ~Master." Lisa said and got up. Her wings and long ears wiggled, all happy at finally flying by herself.

"I… won't even bother with that anymore. Be safe. If they try to keep you—fly back—I will deal with them later. The vow said not to kill, but nothing about beating the shit out of people."

"…" Vanessa was stunned at his words, and a little flustered.

Lisa jumped and flew towards Redvelia.

"… Aizel," Vanessa said once Lisa was away.

"I'm sorry… I never meant to lead you on that much." Aizel said.

"T-That's not it. But why? I mean, I get that she's hot, stupidly and obnoxiously to the point it hurts the eyes. And that she's also from an immortal race… But that is not enough to (Bind) her. Is it? You could have become lovers without that deep a bond, or one so one-sided… Why did you do that to her?"

"I can't tell you that. But please trust me when I say that I did not force her or coerce her into it. Yes, it was my suggestion. Yes, it was her twisted fetish. But I would not have done it if I did not have a good reason, one I can't tell you… Sorry."

"It's fine. I do trust you more than some of the other hunters I've been around for many winters. Even after being with you… for a day? But you do know that her father and the Temple will try to get back at you, right?

They will think you forced her into it. He is another angel with more than a few centuries of experience. And the temple will be pissed off—not because of her—because she left them hanging… Even more than I did the guards… What's next, piss off Seth by fucking her wife?"

"I'm not planning on fucking Kira. Lisa's father was news to me, and I will have to explain things to him; his racial trait will make it easier, and I'm sure he will understand. As long as he doesn't ambush me without even trying to talk things out, but something tells me that we will come to blows before finding common ground.

And the temple will have to do the same Kira did with you; they can't go crazy on me without a proper justification or investigation. The clerk will probably be mad for 'stealing' his goddess. And the Sun Temple probably won't give me some of the benefits for a while as they throw a tantrum. But they will realize sooner rather than later that It's in their best interest to work with me."

"Temple of the Sun," Vanessa said

"Hm?"

"It's Temple of the Sun, not Sun temple." She clarified.

She got up and took a seat beside him, then leaned on his shoulder.

"Now I know it never would have worked… You are too fast for me, both in the power sense and in the literal sense; no woman without wings would be able to keep up with you."

"I know… But I do not want us to fall apart. I really like you, as a person, as a friend. Even after just a day, I also trust you a lot. There are some things that I can't trust you with, but that doesn't change the fact that I do."

"Can we… at least kiss…" She said.

Aizel looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"She already gave her approval… I don't want to lose on anything anymore. I already did because I was too slow to act. Like I said, too fast." Vanessa said.

"Do not get this the wrong way. I was not lying when I said you were beautiful even with the scar. But I won't trade a moment of pleasure for who knows how much pain later on for you."

"It already hurts…" She confessed.

"It can always get worse."

"I'm willing to take the risk."

"Not without her. Even if she said that she was fine with it, I won't go behind her back."

"And now you are making it worse. You know how many guys would not care, even without their partner's consent? All of them. I do not know a single man who would not jump at the chance to have another woman at their feet… Imagine what Marlo would do if he knew that you had the chance to do whatever you wanted to the woman he probably beats himself every day to. And did not."

"I would not blame him if he tried to kill me on the spot…"

They talked some more, and things calmed down as their flame slowly faded; she deserved better than what he had to offer. What he did not tell her was that she was not what he was running away from; it was the promise of pain for him. If he gave in and managed to not die in this insane world, he would eventually outlive her, and the more he fell for her, the longer he would grieve. He had already gone through that once on Earth. He had endured the pain of outliving all of his family, friends, and even enemies.

He had endured so much pain as Alex that he would not allow himself to go through that once again. If she just wanted to fuck, he would fuck her silly and add her name to his long list that only had Lisa's name on it. But she wanted and deserved much more.