Bell Cranel finally opened his eyes and let out a groan. It was not one out of pain but rather humiliation. He remembered how he passed out and the thought made him want to curl up in embarrassment.
He'd thought he'd be better by now. He's seen three of his familia members naked and even had sex with them. That thought and the images it provided put a new fresh color of red to his cheeks.
He supposed that there were just some things he just reacted strongly to. Maybe one day he'll get better at reacting to them without him knowing.
Like how he was now going to bathe in the same room as…his…familia…who were all gorgeous women.
His head started feeling hot again.
Bell slapped his cheeks and gave himself a shock, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Once his mind was mostly clear he took in the situation with focus and will.
In all honesty, it was really the only outcome available to them. From what he could recall from Rin and Miyuki's explanation, they would only incur financial trouble if they bothered lord Goibniu this soon after the renovations to their home. So for the time being he would just adjust and accept this new outcome.
Bell sat on the sofa pondering that realization for a moment. He gave a nervous laugh as he wondered something else.
How would his familia react to him bathing with them?
He knew some wouldn't have a problem, like Koukin, Hana, and Elbia. After the nights of passion they shared, bathing nude near each other wasn't an issue. The others on the other hand, he had no idea.
The more he dwelled on it the more he felt a headache come on. He knew he was overthinking this and he should stop, it wasn't healthy.
With a sigh he made to stand, only to hear a faint rustling coming from…his chest?
He looked down to see a piece of paper taped to his chest. He blinked curiously at it before reaching up and removing it.
It was a note, addressed to him, from Koukin.
Captain, if you're reading this then you have woken up. My apologies if none of us are there to greet you from your slumber. It was getting late and most of us decided to turn in for the night shortly after dinner. You were out for a considerable amount of time, but fret not, Kirumi and Rinko took it upon themselves to prepare a meal for you. It should be in the kitchen and ready for you.
In regards to the bathroom situation, take heart to know that the familia as a whole is okay with you bathing alongside us. It may be awkward at first but I have faith that it will be overcomed. Still, if it is too much, we may discuss something of a bathing time as a compromise some time later.
Nonetheless, I encourage you to eat, enjoy a good shower and bath, and a good rest.
Sincerely, Koukin.
At the bottom of the letter was a pale pink lip mark underneath Koukin's name. Below that was another line of text.
P.S. Those are Sheren's lips. I couldn't stop her.
Bell found a laugh escaping his throat. He was glad for the comfort of the letter as well as the shenanigans of his familia members. They always made him smile.
He put the letter down and looked out the large stained glass window, not seeing any light coming through. It was late and he heard none of his allies out and about the home.
"They must all be in bed," Bell said to himself, "what time is it anyway?"
He soon found a clock and his eyes widened at the time. He'd been passed out for that long? That had to be a record but not one he'd be proud of.
He shook his head and walked to the kitchen and found the food that was made for him. After he was done eating, he'd take the advice of his second in command and enjoy a nice shower in the new bathroom.
Bell entered the bathing area carefully, as if he was afraid of damaging it with his steps. Even looking at it again made Bell realize just how much work Goibniu and his familia put into this. It was truly an amazing piece of construction.
Shaking his head, Bell moved to a changing area and began to strip himself of his old clothes. He'd gone back up into his room to procure his nightwear and had that set off to the side. Once he was naked, briefly enjoying the warm air on his skin from his surroundings, he grabbed a towel, placed it on the bench outside of the shower stalls and entered one of them. After figuring out which knob does which, Bell soon was relaxing under a spray of steaming water.
He stood under the shower head for a moment and simply let the warm water flow over him. It felt so nice, so warm, and so smooth. It was far better than the one that was in the basement.
Maybe he could get used to this, this was nice.
He soon began to scrub himself down, the soap pleasant to his senses. It wasn't long until he was given a surprise whilst he showered.
A pair of them actually!
The doors to the bathroom were thrown open with a bang and an excited voice followed them.
"Finally! After such harsh labors! Sanctuary awaits!"
Bell almost jumped in surprise at the boisterous sound of the familia's loudest member.
'Black General!' he thought.
"You exaggerate," another voice said, cool and neutral, "the worst that came from your 'labors' would be having to fill out the incident report about the raid again and again and that was only because your reports were…inaccurate to say the least."
Bell knew that voice too. Takeru.
"Poppycock!" Black General exclaimed and Bell could hear her footsteps as she walked further in, "my reports were simply too dazzling for them just to have one of. I simply abided by their wishes."
"You kept making up events about what happened and delayed our departure," Takeru replied, "had I not been there, Shakti may have burst a blood vessel…and then torn yours out."
Bell heard the steps getting closer, followed by another pair, Takeru's. They were coming near him.
"Nonsense!" Black General declared, "I have faith that such an outcome would be unlikely. An uptight busybody like her wouldn't be so petty as to beat me up for my…creative expression."
"Given how often I saw her crack her knuckles every time she handed you a new report sheet, I'd disagree."
Bell moved further into his shower stall, his mind and heart running a mile a second. He had thought everyone was home by the time he arrived with Chitoge and Ibuki, doubly so after he woke up from being passed out. But apparently that was a mistake.
Now he had a new situation on his hands. They were getting closer and his shower was still running and he still needed to finish washing himself. What should he do? Should he announce his presence in the shower? Should he quickly shut off the shower and maybe squirm underneath into an empty stall? Or should he just take his chances and run out of the bathroom and dash up into his room?
There were really no good choices but before he could even consider one of them, fate decided to surprise him.
His shower curtain flew open and he jumped at the surprising moment, nearly tripping on the tiled floor.
"Hey! How's the water? Is it great? I'm surprised someone else is here this late but at least now I can ask how…your…day…was."
Black General, a smile on her face and eyes closed in friendliness had pulled open Bell's shower curtain in a bold effort to greet one of her fellow familia members. As she talked, her eyes opened gradually and she finally saw who it was behind the curtain. Once she registered who it was, she stood stock still.
Naked.
Bell had a direct and unobscured view of the ever excitable Black General. He knew she was a gorgeous woman but now he saw all of her without her large dark coat in the way.
Her body was surprisingly toned, not on the level of Mildred but enough for it to be noticeable. Her physique enhanced the more eye-catching parts of her as a result. A curvy waist that led to equally curvy legs and a smooth slit in between, a large chest that sat high, proud, and firm despite their generous size with rose pink nipples that surprised Bell with their intensity, their color a stark contrast to her pale complexion. He noticed her eyepatch was off, letting him see both of her pink eyes. With how nice her blonde hair looked, so wild and untamed, the pairing of pink and blonde was quite complimentary
Black General found herself viewing her captain and summoner with equal focus for a moment. His firm but athletic muscles made all the more prominent by the water sliding off him, his surprised red eyes a great combo with his white hair, and as she looked down lower her observation ended there at the sight that greeted her just between his legs.
Blood suddenly gushed from her nose in a mighty jet, launching her back and into the air. She landed on the bench that lay in the middle of the shower stalls, headfirst.
Her last words before falling unconscious were the following.
"Big bunny!"
Bell ran out to check on her, worried she may have hurt herself, and found himself running into someone else.
Takeru.
"Captain?" the purple haired samurai asked surprised, "What are you doing here?"
"I-I can explain!" he replied in hopes he could.
Together, the two situated Black General across the large bench. Bell wasn't sure but looking closely one could see Black General's face seemed to take on the look of a sleeping cat.
Bell would call it adorable but it didn't distract from her nakedness, not at all. His eyes roamed her figure some more before a large towel fell upon her form, covering her near completely.
He looked to see Takeru staring at their apparently fallen comrade before looking at Bell. Now that the ridiculous situation was somewhat handled, Bell realized something else.
Takeru was naked too! Her towel was neatly folded on the other side of the bench.
Takeru's form was a different form of beauty than Black General's. Takeru's chest was not as large as the boastful villainess, but her breasts were still more than a handful and they sat as firm if not more so than the former's. Her body bore the signs of training and was quite athletic but more careful in some way, even down to the curves of her waist and legs.
If Bell had to put it into words, he would say Takeru turned her body into something like a blade. Lithe but powerful. Beautiful but deadly.
Thinking about it like that…it just made her more attractive in his eyes.
"Captain," Takeru spoke, cutting off his mental ramblings, he looked up into Takeru's eyes and suddenly realized that her hair was undone, no longer in her usual twin tails, and flowing down her back like a purple waterfall with the exception of a few strands flowing down her chest.
"Captain," Takeru called out again and Bell shook his head and focused on the amber eyes of his friend.
They too were so beautiful.
"As you said earlier," continued Takeru, her voice soft but firm, " 'you can explain', if I heard you correctly?"
Bell cut to the chase immediately, recounting his date with Chitoge and Ibuki before arriving home and being told what happened while they were gone.
When he was finished, Takeru just nodded and sighed, "This day has been nothing but chaos it seems," she looked over to her comatosed charge, "between the community service this one had to be apart of, a raid on smugglers, facing someone with a magic weapon, and enduring this fool's," she flicked a finger underneath one of Black General's breasts, causing it to jiggle and move the towel a bit, "shenanigans. Our day alone was crazy enough," she looked to Bell and gave him a gentle look, "finding out you walked into an area run by the Freya familia couldn't have been fun either."
"It was fun, actually," Bell corrected, before looking awkwardly aside, "until we found out about the later thing."
"…I would hesitate calling anything fun after that revelation," commented Takeru, "but I'm not one to judge," she looked her captain over. Since the surprise was over, and her accompanying companion was incapacitated, she finally took more notice of Bell.
More specifically, his body.
"I'm glad to see all the effort is paying off," she said with a smile, one tinged with mirth, "you have many physical features to be proud of," she glanced down and her smile turned more teasingly, "some more so than others."
Bell blinked in confusion before following her gaze to himself. He blushed fiercely and turned aside from her gaze.
Takeru chuckled, a warm sound made warmer with the steam from Bell's shower. She stood and Bell had to do his best not to look at her as she moved, "there is no helping it then," she said, moving to one of the stalls. Before she stepped into it she turned to look at Bell, "If it's no problem for you, Bell," she said, "could you come and join me?"
Bell perked up at that request in surprise, looking at the samurai with wide eyes.
Takeru ran a hand through her long hair, the now loose stands flying out like long grass in the wind, "I would like some help with washing my hair," she said, "It's quite difficult to do by myself, so some assistance would be appreciated."
Bell had trouble finding his voice in response to her request. Was this another…invitation? Like with his past familia members now lovers? Or was Takeru being frank? Genuinely just requesting Bell's assistance in washing her hair.
"I'll start the water," Takeru said, moving behind the curtains, "if you decide to help, I'll be in this stall."
Bell eventually found his nerve and with a gulp he walked towards Takeru's shower, hearing the sound of the shower head turning on within.
He remembered something and moved back to his shower stall, turning off the water inside.
He didn't want to risk a raised water bill for the waste.
Soon he was back in front of Takeru's stall and moved the curtains aside and was treated by a glorious sight from within.
Takeru had her head turned up and facing the downpour of warm water, her eyes closed and face in a picture of serenity and enjoyment. Bell could only stare as he took in the image of the usually stalwart woman before him.
The water glistened across her skin, streams of liquid cascading down her form in many rivulets, her form enhanced by the added moisture. His eyes followed streams of water across her neck and chest, the lines of liquid pouring over the mounds and down her stomach, reaching a place that Bell couldn't quite see with how she was turned but could very much imagine.
"Wow," he whispered.
Takeru opened an eye to look at him, not at all bothered by the water splashing near her eyes. She smiled, knowing the effect she was having on Bell. She reached for a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out on her palm, she clasped her hands bringing them to her hair and began to gently scrub it in. Once she reached the back of her neck, she looked to Bell and gestured to him to come forward, "If you don't mind," she began, rubbing at her scalp, "you can start here on the long strands."
Bell slowly moved closer, feeling the spects of water landing on his skin. Despite how warm it was, it felt cool to the touch.
He reached out and placed his hand on a soapy section of Takeru's hair and with a gentle touch, he trailed his hand down the lengths, spreading the shampoo. He brought his other hand and did the same at another section.
'Her hair feels nice,' Bell thought with wonder as he began to wash the dark purple locks , 'I'm surprised at how well she treats it, given how much she fights.'
Takeru gave a hum of approval at Bell's touch and it encouraged him to keep up the motions. Soon, her hair was lathered completely and Takeru moved to stand more under the shower and just out of Bell's reach.
He watched her as she ringed the suds out of her hair, leaving gleaming trails of purple in the aftermath. She slightly turned aside and Bell was treated to a lovely side profile of her body. He watched as she removed the soap from the hanging tresses of hair that hung down to her chest. Holding the hair out and ringing the suds off at the end of the strands, letting the hair go and having them land on her wet and gorgeous chest.
She raised her eyes and looked at him, he met her gaze and to Bell's surprise, she grew a blush on her face and looked away.
Was she…not as confident as he thought? Was this scenario more embarrassing for her than him?
Takeru took a breath and her focus was regained. She looked back to Bell and reached out with a hand to gently grab his shoulder.
"T-Takeru," Bell started, "w-hat's…what are you-"
A gentle tug and Bell found himself under the warm spray of the shower, Takeru grabbing his other shoulder and holding him in place as the water came down.
"You helped me wash my hair," he heard the samurai say from behind him. He felt her hands gently slide up his shoulders and brush his neck, sending a visible shiver down his spine, "allow me to return the favor."
He saw her hand and arm reach past him to grab the shampoo bottle and bring it behind him. Soon he felt gentle hands comb through his hair and the sharp but sweet smell of the shampoo, prompting him to close his eyes and relax.
Bell stood still as Takeru washed his hair. Feeling the hands that held so much power within them scrub so gently at his scalp. He fought back a moan at the sensation, feeling his whole body relax under her care.
Soon, her hands left his hair and moved down. Touching his neck and gently rubbing the muscles there. Bell briefly stiffened at the sudden change but soon relaxed when certain points of his neck were found.
"This isn't my specialty," Takeru said, her voice seemingly next to his ear, "but I'm told from a cunning fox in my old world that I'm passable at least," her hands moved to his shoulders and Bell thought he melt under such touches, "I hope I am not hurting you, Bell."
"N-no," Bell stammered, a groan of pleasure escaping his mouth with his words, "this is wonderful," another groan, "you're really amazing at this-eep!"
Bell did jump a bit when her hands traveled lower down his back and she pressed a point that sent a jolt of pleasure up his back. Now that the sensation was over he felt he really would melt in a pleasure induced puddle.
Takeru laughed softly, knowing she did something right and was grateful for the kind words of her captain, "I'm happy you're enjoying this," she said, "I tried to message my dear friend like this in my old world," she smiled, thinking back to the ambitious but immature girl, "she tried to crawl away when I pressed too hard on a pressure point."
"She couldn't walk?"
"Not when her legs felt like jelly. Or so she whined."
Bell silently thanked the heavens that he was quite sturdy now to handle her ministrations. He suspected that if he were unblessed, he would be crawling away too.
Takeru continued to message his back for a few moments more and Bell enjoyed every minute of it. Tension leaving him like rain off a strong branch. He had to ask her how she was only considered 'passable' by her fox friend in her old world. Sure she was a bit rough, but how else would she better relieve the tension he felt?
Soon her touch grew softer and softer and gradually slowed down until stopping all together. Bell was about to ask what's wrong when he heard wet footsteps on the tiled floor get closer to him.
And felt the body of Takeru press against his back, her arms wrapping around his chest in an unexpected display of intimacy.
Soon, he felt her head next to his and could hear her breath leaving her lips, the sensation somehow hotter than the falling water overhead.
He could also feel a pair of soft mounds pressing against his back, the peaks of which were far firmer than the overall softness.
Bell didn't move, didn't say anything in response to this sudden act of warmth and intimacy. He simply waited and enjoyed the feel of Takeru's beautiful body pressed against his. It was causing a reaction within him but he didn't mind, he knew where this was going but didn't try to force it. Simply letting the moment stay to be enjoyed before a greater one may take its place.
Given how she was squeezing him tighter, it was a guarantee.
"I shouldn't have to do anymore at this point, my captain," Takeru said, her voice just above a whisper, "as for what happens next," she moved her hands and gently rubbed his chest, "I leave that to you, Bell."
'Where did this attitude come from!' Bell thought incredulously. Not at all expecting 'this' side of his trainer and companion to come out of the blue like this.
He recalled her acting differently before but only in private. Like when she goes out of sight to play with some of the stray cats running around. That had been a sight that stayed with Bell.
Now though? She was being charming and dare he say seductive?
And it was amazingly effective!
Bell turned in her grasp, moving his hands to slide around her waist while he faced her. Her arms wrapped more firmly around his shoulders and the two drew close until they were forehead to forehead.
Amber eyes met ruby and they just stared at one another, feeling each other's bodies in this embrace, feeling all the hotter with the water pouring down over them.
Until the tension broke with an action, one that was considerably meek given the tense and passionate air about the two.
A kiss.
Bell simply leaned forward and kissed Takeru lightly on the lips. A gentle motion loaded with tenderness and care.
Takeru's eyes widened a bit as she registered the sensation. Bell drew back and stared at her again in enraptured silence. Takeru leaned forward this time and kissed him on the lips, just as briefly and broke apart to stare at him in turn.
Together they just stared at one another and soon smiles made their way to their faces and the dam truly broke.
They met together this time and kissed each other, deeper and with unbound passion. Lips and tongue met in a fierce but elegant embrace, not so much in battle but in a dance that only the two performing it knew. Their hands no longer stayed where they were. Bell's hands traveled up her back, feeling the strong muscles and tender skin that hid them, one of his hands traveled down and caressed one curvy cheek of her rear, prompting Takeru to moan at his bold touch. Not to say her caresses were any less impressive. Her hands touched and rubbed along the flesh of his shoulders, as if committing their feeling and shape to memory. Her hands went lower and she felt the strong muscles in his chest twitch but rarely yielded to her touch. When she got lower and felt what she sought out, she gave it a nice long stroke.
Bell gasped, breaking the kiss. He looked down to where her hand was slowly stroking him and groaned aloud which undisguised pleasure as she gently squeezed it with her motions.
"My~ captain," Takeru said with clear mischief and joy, "that was quite the sound you made. I wonder what other noises you'll make tonight."
Bell blushed at the teasing words of the usually stalwart warrior but found new resolve in the challenge. He squeezed the cheek of her bottom a bit harder but though Takeru's eyes shone with pleasure at his actions, she did not make a sound.
Good, it was a distraction anyway.
In the midst of feeling the sensation on her bottom, Takeru felt something tickle at her entrance before suddenly letting out a loud gasp as Bell's fingers tickled their way inside her womanhood from behind. She clenched around them in surprise and pleasure. She let out a small sound when he brought her in closer to him and gave a loud moan when Bell leaned forward to give a small nibble on her neck. He drew back and looked into her eyes, she could see the pride in them, as if he suddenly won a game they were playing.
"Takeru," he began, "those were quite the sounds you made," he smiled, honestly, "I wonder what other noises you'll make tonight."
Takeru was not one to take a provocation like that lying down and she didn't.
Before Bell knew what was happening, he saw the shower stall around him spin before feeling his back hit something hard. He realized soon his back was pressed against one of the shower's walls and Takeru no longer stood in front of him.
She was kneeling down in front of him instead, her hand on his stomach this time, preventing him from moving. Her eyes were looking up at him and he saw something that nearly chilled him.
A competitive fire now existed behind those orbs.
Takeru stared up into Bell's eyes for a moment before directing her focus to what was directly in front of her. His manhood was hard and stood tall before her. She smiled and reached for it with her other hand, grasping it once again and stroking, prompting new moans to be squeezed out of Bell.
She went faster and faster with each passing moment. Bell's legs felt like jelly as he was overwhelmed by the heights of pleasure he was receiving. Suddenly the stroking stopped and Bell was given a chance to catch his breath.
Only to draw in a sharp gasp when an entirely new and greater sensation took over. He looked down and was surprised to see Takeru's head in his lap.
Down to the base.
She drew up and down, her lips sliding up his manhood with nearly the same speed as her previous strokes. Bell could feel her tongue dancing around his length with every action and the small sucks she was performing just added more fuel to a pleasurable fire.
He couldn't hold back his moans, his grunts, and cries; all echoing in the stall and the shower room as a whole.
Takeru looked up at him as she continued her motions. A victorious gleam could be seen in them. What had started so passionately and intimate turned into a competition of sorts and she could tell she was winning.
And Bell could definitely tell he was losing. Briefly he tried to pull her off but she held strong with her actions, even redoubling her efforts which nearly made Bell's eyes roll into the back of his head. Instead, he found himself pushing her head down further along his length, making the samurai gag somewhat thanks to his efforts. He nearly let go when he heard such a sound but a sharp glare from Takeru stopped him in his tracks.
As well as a new urge welling up inside of him.
Bell tensed, as if trying to hold something back but knew he couldn't. Takeru knew what was happening and with one final descent, she waited for the inevitable release.
Bell soon climaxed with a loud groan, releasing himself inside Takeru's mouth. Takeru moaned at the sensation and warmth shooting into her mouth and down her throat. A great sense of pride swelled up in her at succeeding in making Bell cum. She wasn't too sure about her oral skills, even in her past life, but she was happy to see it was worth the effort.
When Bell finished, he relaxed against the shower stall wall, huffing with the effort of climax and the futile effort it took to hold it back. He watched as Takeru removed herself from his length and began to stand, wiping away at something on her chin before swallowing heavily. She gave a sigh and looked down at Bell with a victorious smile on her face.
"Well fought, my captain," she began, "but this first round is mine I'm afraid," she moved under the shower spray again, lifting her head and washing what remained of Bell's emissions from around and in her mouth.
Bell watched her, taken in her form once more from below, admiring her and the way the water poured down her. It wasn't long before he found himself ready to go again and maybe win a round for himself this time.
Unlike the other times he had sex, this time it felt like a competition, a challenge if you would.
And Bell wasn't one to turn away from a challenge.
Bell came to his feet and approached Takeru from below. With suddenness that surprised the samurai, Bell moved himself between her legs, getting an up close view of the smooth slit that existed there. He quickly moved his hands behind Takeru's waist and placed them on her bottom, pulling her forward.
Takeru made a sound of surprise as she was pulled towards Bell. She looked down at him but only saw his wet hair that was very close to her pelvis. She could feel his breath touch her netherregions and she swore that it was hotter than the falling water. She made no move at first, simply waiting for what was to come.
'Try your best captain," she thought with some confidence , 'time to see if Koukin and the others were just-*gasp*'
A wet but smooth sensation cut off her thoughts as she felt Bell begin to gently lick between her legs, the tip of his tongue playing along her slit with careful precision. She gave a cry at the sudden sensation and it only made Bell redouble his efforts, his tongue now beginning to enter inside her.
Bell wasn't too sure about this at first. He'd never done something like this before but he had had 'talks' about it with Hakufu, surprisingly enough. Though he didn't have much of a say in the matter when she dragged him aside and began what was affectionately called 'Lovely Lust Lessons' and began telling him all about so-called secret techniques that led to awesome sensual experiences. Bell tried to leave when the so called 'lessons' devolved into her bragging about her sexual feats but was swiftly brought back and made to listen. It only ended when Hakufu began to discuss her glorious nights with Koukin only for the strategist to pass on by and charge in when Hakufu began to tell an embarrassing and way too intimate tale about their first night together.
He still remembers seeing Hakufu whining as Koukin dragged her out of the room, though he suspects that it was only an act, considering he could see a dopey smile on Hakufu's face as she was dragged off.
Hakufu made it no secret that she enjoyed rough treatment.
Bell focused on the present now and continued to bring Takeru to the height of pleasure. He took a breath and licked inside the purple haired samurai's womanhood, tasting her and smelling her in equal measure. Her taste was unique but not unpleasant and her smell was surprisingly intoxicating. He could still smell faint amounts of sweat that didn't fully come off as she washed and the soap she used was very nice to the senses.
He smelled her again as he continued his tongue work, pulling her closer to his mouth and gently kneading her bottom cheeks as he did so.
"B-Bell," Takeru gasped out, a hand going to her captain and summoner's head while the other went to her mouth to stop a loud gasp from escaping, "please s-stop sniffing me," a terrible blush made its way to her face as she spoke, "it's e-embarrassing."
Bell had never heard Takeru talk so nervously before. He knew the nerves probably came from his actions and that only spurred him to continue. His tongue danced in and around Takeru's womanhood with sloppy but enthusiastic technique. Bell enjoyed the feel of Takeru's hand on his head. Each time he felt her hand tense and clench it told him he was doing something right.
Soon though, she let out a long moan of pleasure and lifted a leg to wrap around Bell's head, trapping it in a soft but firm prison of flesh of her thigh that he enjoyed greatly.
He knew what was coming and so did she.
Takeru bent down slightly and pulled Bell's head closer to herself as she came. A flood of liquid that was not the falling water splashed against his face. Once the deluge ended, Bell pulled himself back, gently moving Takeru's leg from around his head. He looked up at her, seeing the modest breasts dangle overhead. Looking further up, he could see the flushed face of a panting samurai.
Bell gave her a smile, one honest if a bit competitive, "Guess I win the second round," he said, "that makes this a tie now, right?"
"Not for long."
At those words, Takeru reached down and hooked her hands under Bell's arms. With predictable strength, she hauled him to the wall. He hit the wall not hard but not gently either, Takeru's hands holding him in place by his shoulders.
Bell looked upon the smiling and flushed face of his teacher and ally, seeing the smirk on her face that sent a jolt of excitement down to his loins. With a sudden action, Takeru leaned forward and kissed Bell once again, this one more hungry and with far more tongue.
Bell tried to fight back but the strength of someone who was essentially a level four adventurer trumped his own clearly. He suddenly realized that Takeru was indulging him this whole time, never trying to overpower him and strode to make this an even playing field if possible.
Now that was no longer the case.
Takeru smiled as she held Bell against the wall, the look in her eyes making Bell's stomach turn with nervousness and excitement. Before he knew it, he was no longer looking her in the eye and instead the back of her head and her flowing dark purple locks. He also noticed that her grip had adjusted down his arms, she was now holding him against the wall by his wrists.
With her bottom jutting out at him. Her curvy rear nearly touching his hardened manhood. He gave a shudder as she backed into it, feeling her hot skin touching a sensitive piece of his anatomy.
With a degree of motion he hadn't expected, Bell soon found his manhood engulfed in something even hotter and wetter. He gave a pleased cry as the sensation of Takeru's tight womanhood came over him.
Takeru gave a cry of her own at taking in Bell's impressive length, hers far shorter than Bell's but no less pleasure filled with its volume. She wiggled her rear, the action drawing groans of great pleasure from each of them. Once she was accustomed to the sensation, she drew her hips forward, hearing Bell groan at the action and the sensation of his now soaked length being exposed to the hot air from the shower. She brought her hips back towards him, sending another spike of pleasure through both of them. She repeated her actions again and again, creating a symphony of colliding wet flesh and moans of pleasure.
Bell was entranced by the sight before him. Of Takeru's well rounded and toned backside colliding with his waist, of the sensation of her hot and wet womanhood engulfing his length with each motion, of seeing her back curve and arch as she basked in this amazing carnal dance she was leading.
He tried to move his hands, to grip the bouncing bottom and all its glory but Takeru held firm and seemed to go faster whenever he tried to push against her grip.
Bell wasn't bothered by this, in fact it sparked a fire of challenge from within him. He would add his own motions to this dance of flesh and he wouldn't need to use his hands, at least not yet.
Rather than fighting against her grip, Bell moved his hips back till they touched the wall behind him, the distance wasn't great but it was enough.
Just as Takeru moved her hips back, Bell thrusted forward. A louder smack of flesh echoed in the running shower stall followed by the sudden surprised gasp of Takeru. She looked back towards Bell but he had already drawn his hips back and thrusted again, making Takeru give a cry of surprise. Before she knew it, Bell was moving his hip against hers regularly, creating a steady tempo that only grew louder when she matched his movements with her own.
Between the sounds of smacking flesh and grunts of pleasure, Takeru managed to say some words, "My captain, ugh! Y-you're just, mmm! Full of surprises!"
Bell did not respond to her words, too focused on his movements and his mission. He thrusted in time with Takeru's movements, being careful to match her pace but adding more strength to his thrusts. It seemed to be doing the trick as the samurai's grip on his wrists were starting to loosen ever so slightly. Once Bell felt enough pressure leave his wrists, he launched his counter attack.
Shooting his hands out, he landed one on Takeru's waist and another around her chest, grabbing a round breast and squeezing.
Takeru gave a sharp cry of surprise before letting out a long moan of pleasure as Bell began to knead her breast and pull her waist back to meet his attacking thrusts.
This was the real start to this passionate battle of theirs. Both doing their best to bring the other to climax. Each thrust, grope, caress, and kiss fueling them to greater heights of pleasure until one or both bursts out in ecstasy.
Takeru arched her back, pressing herself closer to Bell. His hand that was groping her chest moved up to hold her neck, not to squeeze but to simply hold. He leaned forward and rested his head beside hers, his breath coming out in bursts and tickling her ear. This intimate moment spurred on even more heights of pleasure, Bell's thrusts became shorter due to the proximity but faster and stronger. Takeru squeezed down all the harder against Bell as she felt her climax was near. She raised a hand to cup the one Bell had around her neck and moved the other back to touch his hips, feeling the tense and active muscles move beneath her fingers.
It was almost time and they both knew it.
Bell turned Takeru's head so he could look at her. Amber met ruby and the two kissed as they climaxed together. Bell's hips gave a final sharp thrust before tensing and Takeru clenched against his manhood and moaned into Bell's mouth as she felt liquid fire enter her, he soon felt a hot splash coating his length and splash against his loins.
For a moment they were still, their kiss continuing as their bodies rested from the passionate dance.
Eventually they broke off, Bell moving his hand from Takeru's neck so she could pull away. A trail of spit connected their tongues, a sight that surprised both with its intensity as well as intimacy.
Bell found himself sliding down the stall wall he was pressed against, dragging Takeru with him. Together they just sat on the tile floor, the warm shower cooling their bodies and their loins after such a erotic dance.
"That was," Bell started, panting, "amazing."
Takeru nodded, "Indeed it was, Bell," she leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder, "Koukin said you were impressive but I should correct her and say you are formidable instead."
Bell blushed at her words but didn't comment on them. Too embarrassed and frankly too flattered. He simply wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her gently as a sign of thanks. Takeru relaxed all the more at the gesture, glad for the tenderness.
For a while they just sat there in the stall, the shower of water pouring down overhead, still connected to the other, and just basked in the afterglow. Soon however their fun had to end.
Takeru proceeded to move first, standing up and removing Bell's manhood from herself at the action, prompting them both to release soft sounds of pleasure from the action. Bell soon stood with her and gave a twitch as the warm water from the shower touched his manhood, feeling colder than what had previously coated it.
Takeru smiled at him, "I suppose we could end this moment with an actual shower," she said, moving to wash herself under the pour, "tempting as it is to go again, I believe we've stayed up long enough and used enough water for ourselves."
Bell found himself agreeing and soon moved under the shower spray as well. Together they washed themselves of their passionate excess and each other too, unable to resist touching each other if just a little more.
Soon they turned off the shower and made to leave. Bell gave a jump as he exited, seeing Black General still passed out on the bench, "Sh-should we do something about her?" he asked, genuinely worried.
Takeru walked past him and over to her towel and beginning to wipe herself down, "I wouldn't worry too much, Bell," she said, "she took a punishing hit from a level five today and was up on her feet in about twenty minutes," she felt the need to correct herself after seeing Bell's expression at her words, "it was her own fault for acting like a fool in front of the Ganesha familia and she wasn't hit that hard."
Bell felt…a bit relieved at that and it was enough for him to ease up on his worries. He soon moved to dry himself off and prepared to dress for a night of rest.
"Mmmfgh," a strange groan caught his attention and he turned to see the sight of Back General leaning up from her unconscious state. He watched as the towel that covered her became loose and unraveled. Revealing one of the largest chests Bell had ever seen with the most roseiest nipples too. It naturally caused his body to give the obvious reaction.
"Oh my head," Black General commented, rubbing her head, "what happened? I was going to the showers, I saw Bell and then I-" she cut herself off when her gaze went to the one beside her and her gaze landed on a very excited piece of anatomy.
Bell was stock still, once more shocked that this was happening again. Before he could cover himself up and explain, albeit poorly, a familiar sight occurred next.
"Large lagomorph!" Black General shouted in surprise, her face red, blood shooting from her nose. She soon fell back against the bench, her towel falling off her body.
Bell looked at her, struggling to figure out what to do. He looked to Black General, then to Takeru, a plea in his eyes.
Takeru just stared at Black General and Bell, her expression exasperated. She eventually just waved the issue aside, "Nothing you can do now, Bell," she said, "let her sleep it off. We won't be here when she wakes up again."
Bell wanted to say something but really couldn't find the words. He had no argument, Takeru was right. It was probably best to get dressed and go to bed. With admittedly awkward pace, Bell finished drying off, got dressed for bed and left the bathroom, followed by Takeru, who looked behind her at her passed out comrade.
She sighed and went back in and draped a towel over the blonde's form, covering her nudity, "I should let you catch a cold," she said, "but I don't want to imagine you even more unruly than you already are," she looked at the sleeping/unconscious face and gave her a pat on the head, "next time, have some self control."
With those words, Takeru left the bathroom as well, ready to put the day to rest and start a new tomorrow.
She would be disappointed the next morning, when Black General would whine all day about her apparent back pain. She chalked it up to having such large and 'magnificent' tits and bragged about it being a good burden to carry.
Takeru would kick her…in the chest. Now Black General had a real reason to complain.