Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha Fan Fiction ❯ The Perils of Lost Logia: The 2nd Cumming ❯ The Dark Knight Begins... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 1: The Dark Knight Begins

The work was going slower than she liked.

"Hmm, and I think I need to adjust this part next..."

But she was a woman with a mission, and nothing would stand in her way.

"Okay, I think that should do it; Klarer Wind, report!" Shamal ordered.

"Regulation functions are still variable," her device replied, scanning the unit. "Fidelity function has been disabled."

Shamal sighed, but smiled slightly. "Well, that's one issue down, finally. I wouldn't want to get imprinted on anyone! But the unit is a bit faulty; I need to fix the output levels a bit or it could overload the senses and alter brain chemistry too much."

She leaned back in her chair and studied the object on her desk. She couldn't take this to anyone else; there was no way she could let anyone else know, and so she had to alter and fix this one on her own. It had been quite some time since she lost "Mr. C" and she wasn't about to pass this opportunity up; it just needed more work. Oh sure, there had been an object here and there throughout the years, but nothing had come quite close to Mr. C. She had been deprived too long, as if a princess had gotten used to full 7-course meals, and then was relegated to soup and bread.

She was going to have her full-course meals once again, no matter what!

The Wolkenritter doctor, and now part-time mechanic, let out a breath, studying the cube. It had been a couple of weeks since she managed to retrieve it, and progress was slow, but steady; she could only hope it would be ready soon as the anticipation was driving her mad. Wistfully, she closed the device back up and turned off the overhead light. Setting down her tools and standing up, she decided to go take a long bath before dinner.

All this waiting and working on a Pleasure-nator Model #3000 somehow seemed to work her into a tizzy, and she needed release.

"Vita-cha, where's Shamal?" Hayate asked as she hovered over her pots and pans.

"How should I know?" the hammer knight replied dourly, flipping through her electronic magazine 'Better Living Through Large Blunt Objects.' "Probably in her room."

Hayate sighed. "Well, I could use her help for a few things. Signum, Zafira, Rein and Agito will be back in 10-15 minutes or so, and I'd like to have dinner ready by then."

Vita blanched. "You don't really need her to help in the kitchen, do you?"

"Now now, Shamal's cooking has gotten much better!" Hayate chided, wagging her finger at the smaller girl. "Besides, I'll be watching her. Could you go get her please?"

"Do I have to?" Vita whined a bit, then remembered something. "She said her room has been off-limits this past week. You probably didn't hear because you were off on that trip. She's forbidden the rest of us from entering."

Hayate shook her head, then sighed. "No, I didn't. Fine, I'll go. You can start setting the table!"

Vita frowned, then sniffed the air and licked her lips as she closed her magazine. "Alright. I'm starved!"

"We'll be eating sometime in the next 30 minutes," Hayate told her as she passed the other girl, heading for the stairs. "And Vita?"

"Yeah?" the other girl asked.

"If you touch the stew, I'll saw your fingers off," Hayate called back sweetly from the staircase.

Vita blanched again and put the lid back on the pot.

Hayate shook her head as she studied Shamal's bedroom door. There were various signs all over it, with notes like: "Danger!" "Keep Out!" and "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!" She made a mental note to talk to Shamal about what the woman was doing in here, and wondered what the reason was for the doctor's sudden lust for privacy.

She knocked lightly on the door. "Shamal? Dinner's almost ready; can I get your help in the kitchen with a few things?"

Hayate waited, but at the lack of reply, she huffed and opened the door. They had been family for a long time, and Shamal hadn't kept secrets from her yet; the Wolkenritter mistress wasn't about to let that start now. However, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary in the doctor's room. Bed was still unmade, piles of clothes spread around the floor, a pair of panties hanging from the overhead fan... everything seemed normal.

So what was that woman doing in here that needed such privacy?

Hayate loved figuring out mysteries; it was partly why she joined the investigations division. And as she gingerly stepped through the piles of clothes on the floor, she found herself at the desk, noticing a featureless black cube for the first time. Curious, she picked it up, suddenly feeling a bit dazed and light-headed, wondering why the object was shifting open and those things coming out of it were....

Shamal stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel and humming to herself; it was a rather nice bath, although the others would be disappointed that she drained the furo and thus would have to wait for it to refill. It couldn't be helped; they probably wouldn't have wanted to use it in the state she left it in.

Frowning, she paused for a moment; what was that sound? It almost sounded like a muffled cry from...

"Hayate?" Shamal called hesitantly, then tracked the sound to the general direction of her room, and blood drained from her face. "Oh no... she couldn't have..."

Dashing down the hall, the towel-clad doctor threw open her door and found her fear realized.

She was also strangely turned on.

"O ey amal," a naked Hayate drawled around the slick mechanical tentacle between her lips, hanging up in midair. Her eyes appeared a bit unfocused and drool leaked from her lips.

"Oh god, Hayate, I'll get you out of there!" Shamal blurted, wiping the drool from her own lips as she came out of her brief stupor.  "Klarer Wind, activate the emergency shut off!"

"That particular function had been disabled in the latest round of adjustments," her device chirped helpfully.

Shamal slapped her face. "Oh, that's right, I forgot. I-eek!"

She didn't see the tentacle that had snaked it's way across the room, using the piles of clothes for cover, and snag her ankle; in a sudden moment, she found herself hoisted into the air.

"Oh, that's right, it was still stuck in orgy modeAAAAH!" Shamal commented as each of her limbs was held fast, a safety function in the device to prevent falling or injury during orgasm. Two more found her amble chest, pulling the towel off her body. Her eyes began to roll back. "Oh god, how I waited for this.... no wait, I have to concen-" And that was when the nipple vibration function came into play. "D-don't w-w-worrrry, H-H-Haaaaytteee; I-I-I'lll saaaaave yooouuu somehooooww..."

"I feeel so straaaaange, Shamaaaal," Hayate commented lazily as the tentacle in her mouth was removed, her head lolling to the side, actively rubbing her hips over the large tentacle she was sitting on; it was sliding back and forth, not penetrating yet, but just rubbing her pussy lips. "Body... so hot..."

"K-Klaaareeer Wiiind, c-caaaan yooouuu seeeaaal iiiit?" Shamal managed to get out, but when she got no response, she realized her device had gone dark; all her magic was being sucked by the Lost Logia sex toy, and thus Klarer Wind had shut down. "Weeeee'll haaaave to riiiide thiiiis ooouuut!"

Shamal supposed it wouldn't be too bad, but she was beginning to feel light-headed and it was getting hard to think. [Oh well, might as well go with it,] she thought to herself with a smile. [I was planning to share this with her eventually...] An appendage began to massage her moistening lower lips, all the while thinking that there was something important she was forgetting...

But at least Hayate seemed to be having a good time, Shamal noted, by the pleasure-filled groans and the way she happily bucked her hips against the smooth tentacle now penetrating her pussy, her whole body writhing in joy while her moans echoed around the room.

"Why didn't.. oooh... anytime tell me... nnnng... it was this gooood?" Hayate managed through clenched teeth.

The Belkan doctor giggled, gleefully accepting a tentacle into both sets of her own lips, her body being raised higher until she could put her hands on the ceiling, rocking her own hips against and the very welcome visitor penetrating her body.

"It takes me back... hehe... to the old days... ah ah aaaaah!" Shamal tried to answer, pressing her cheek against the cool ceiling, her breasts pressed flat against them, but still being rubbed and vibrated by coiled appendages.

Hayate whimpered, then let out a series of quick measured breaths. "O-old d-d-d-days?"

Shamal was flipped over, her back against the ceiling as her breasts swung free underneath temporarily, before two tentacles returned and coiled around them. "I had... mmmmm... a toy like... aaah! ...this once..." She paused to let out a long groan and shuddered; these Belkan sex toys really know how to work that g-spot. "Oh, that's gooood...."

The Wolkenritter mistress balanced on all fours as the appendages brought her down to the bed, turning her head to the side to speak. "S-something like thi-this!?" She lost control of her groin as her hips gyrated wildly.  "Oh g-god... h-how..."

"Th-those were the g-good old daaaaays..." Shamal groaned, feeling her peak fast approaching, finding herself pulled down to Hayate, who had now been flipped over onto her back.

"Sh-Sh-Shamal!" Hayate exclaimed, finding the other woman suddenly on top of her, face to face, breasts rubbing against each other. "I... I... I.... w-what do I..."

Shamal giggled. "Enjoy it, doctor's orders!"

She did.

Hayate's piercing cry triggered Shamal's, as both women shuddered against each other, the doctor burying her face into Hayate's chest to muffle her own scream. The cube withdrew it's appendages, pleased with itself on a job well done, as the two Belkan mages panted in the aftermath of a different kind of magic.

Unbeknownst to Shamal, however, Hayate's eyes flashed red for a moment, and she began to giggle maniacally.

"Vita, where is Hayate?" Signum asked, putting her keys down on the counter and trying to avoid commenting on the smaller girl's large puffed out cheeks, which went back to normal after a swallow.

"Uh, upstairs," Vita offered quickly and nervously, wiping her lips with her sleeve. "She went to get Shamal."

Zafira raised an eyebrow at the copious amount of leftover food scraps and liquid stains around the stove. "That is quite a mess. Exactly how long ago did it happen?"

"Uh, 30 minutes, I think?" the hammer knight offered, scratching her head.

"Did you eat our dinner!?" Agito growled angrily, floating up. "You did, didn't you!? That's the 3rd time this week!"

"Aw, I left you plenty," Vita countered, inching out of the kitchen slowly. She was almost there....

Rein lifted the lid. "Hmm, there's almost enough here for one person.... if they were a unison device... and on a diet... after fasting for a month..."

Agito's face slowly went dark and she giggled maniacally, lifting a hand with a fireball hovering over it. "Plenty, huh? I'll show YOU plenty of something!"

Vita sprung out of the kitchen, a fiery and very hungry little demon hot on her trail.

Signum sighed. "Rein, would you go after those two. Zafira, would you-"

"Already dialing for delivery," Zafira replied, putting in the call to Mario's Pizza. "For the 3rd time this week."

"Good, I'll go see what's keeping Hayate and Shamal," the Belkan Commander told him, heading for the stairs.

Some days, she wondered why she put up with this group; but she did love them all. They had their quirks, and they were truly family, and Signum was truly happy with what they had finally gained together. And in the grand scheme of things, these were just little problems, too. It's not like things were about to take a radical shift for the worse or something.

She paused as she heard a pair of muted screeches, then sprung to Shamal's door and threw it open, blinking in confusion at the sight of a naked Shamal laying on top of a naked Hayate on the bed, both panting. [What in the world...?]

"Are you two alright?" Signum asked, dropping one knee beside them and checking them over. "What happened?"

A hand grabbed her wrist, as Hayate's head came up. "Oh, I'm just greeaaat...."

The Belkan Commander tried to pull her hand free, her warrior senses telling her something was horribly wrong. "Ah, good..."

"We're just fine, Signum dear," Shamal purred, standing up.

"I see, " the increasingly-distressed-even-though-she-didn't-know-why Belkan knight replied. "Then, why are you..." Her words died as Hayate stood up.

"You know, I've realized something," Hayate stated, a strange grin on her face as she licked her lips. "All this time, I've let you go free..."

Signum swallowed, pieces slowly falling into place; she was getting the feeling these two weren't attacked in the traditional sense. "Um, free? What do you mean?"

The Wolkenritter mistress licked her lips and held up her hands, making squeezing motions. "You said if I ever asked, you'd blush and let me..."

Signum had fought against ferocious beasts and mighty mages; she had fought in bloody wars, under sadistic masters. But as the door to the bedroom suddenly slammed shut due to a grinning Shamal, she had never been more terrified than at this particular moment.

"Now now, Signum, this won't hurt a bit," Shamal cooed in her ear, arms snaking around the other woman's waist to hold her.

"We just want to show you how much we love you, Sig-num-chan," Hayate purred, licking the other woman's cheek and loosening her shirt. "So may I?"

"I-I-I..." the Belkan swordswoman stuttered, reddening greatly, trying to slip out towards the door, but she was held fast. She swallowed. "I-I suppose, quickly. But then we need to have dinner!"

"Oh, but there are some things that should never done quickly," Hayate stated, unhooking the front claps of Signum's functional black bra, letting the knight's breasts bounce free.

"Wait, you didn't need to take ah-ah-off..." the Wolkenritter commander tried to say as her ample chest was fondled. "I-it's just supposed to... be a quick grab... isn't it?"

"But you have one of the best chests!" Hayate gushed in awe, tracing a finger around her captive's left nipple. "It deserves much more attention. You should be more proud of what you have! Besides..." She giggled, one hand lightly trailing down Signum's bare tummy to her waistband. "I've decided I want to move beyond just breasts..."

"What do you..." Signum started to say, feeling her cheeks burn, before she realized her pants had come undone.  "H-Hayate!"

Pants and panties fell to the floor, and Signum tensed up when Hayate's finger slid along her slit teasingly. Every muscle in her body was spring-loaded, and every impulse told her to stop this right here and now... but this was Hayate, the gentle master who had asked for nothing from them, and had given her all for them. If... just this once, Hayate was asking for something... Signum realized without a doubt she could give it, no matter how much embarrassment it cost her. It was a small price to pay.

And apparently, that included both sets of lips as the Mistress of the Wolkenritter pressed hers against Signum's, while Hayate continued to stroke the lower pair. And from that position, she didn't notice her mistress produce a small cube, nor realizing that it was beginning to activate.

And by then, it was far too late.

"Here ya go, five large pizzas," the delivery man said, handing them over. "And within 30 minutes, too!

"Thank you," Zafira replied, paying him then shutting the door, wondering what the ruckus above was all about. He shrugged; it wasn't his business. If they wanted their pizza, though, they'd have to come down for it.

Looking back, he would come to curse his cavalier attitude, wishing he had shown some initiative in finding out what was going on... before it was too late.

Signum panted; she was a skilled warrior, athletic and agile in combat, with incredible endurance to match any skilled foe. But apparently even she didn't know just how flexible the human body could be, nor just how far it could be pushed.

"So..." Hayate cooed, nibbling on the knight's ear from behind, between thrusts. "How is it?"

Signum was glad the coiled appendages were supporting her body, as she knew she wouldn't be able to support herself. She never really knew what Shamal had seen in that toy of hers all those years ago, or how this version had ended up here, but she could guess. However, due to the tentacle thrusting itself in and out of her pussy, and Hayate's chest rubbing up and down her backside while the woman reached around and fondled Signum's own ample chest... she didn't have much room for many extraneous thoughts.

"It is... very good," Signum panted, her body involuntarily shuddering.

Hayate's fingers pinched Signum's nipples. "What was that?"

Signum grit her teeth. [It's for Hayate, it's for Hayate, it's for Hayate...] she told herself over and over. "It is very good.... Mistress."

"That's better," Hayate replied, pleased, returning to rubbing Signum's nipples and licking the older woman's left ear. She then shivered from her own ribbed tentacle rubbing along her inner walls.

"Signum always was a bit of a prude," Shamal teased, then shivered as she drifted by, probed and fondled by multiple appendages. An evil grin crossed her face. "But there was something I remember her liking..."

The Wolkenritter knight's eyes widened with fear. "You wouldn't...!"

Shamal grinned evilly while reaching out. "If I could just get closer... oh!" She suddenly found herself with arms reach and slipped her arms around Signum's waist, while glancing at Hayate. "Did you do that?"

Hayate blinked. "Did I? I'm not sure. I was just thinking of how to control this thing so I could bring you closer."

"You might be able to... mmmm... control it, but I'll... aaah!... investigate more later," the nude doctor said, then her thoughtful expression changed back to the evil one. "Now watch closely, Hayate; this is something I wanted to teach you when you were older!"

Her wrists were held fast, so Signum could do nothing as Shamal worked her way under and between Signum's legs and then teasingly licked her clitoris. "Sh-Shamal...!"

But there was no let up from the assault. After the blonde giggled, she dove in with fervor, clamping her lips around the small pink digit while the silvery metallic tentacle continued to pump just a few millimeters away, furnishing new moisture to keep things slick. And before the Wolkenritter knight could protest again, Shamal locked her own thighs around Signum's head, drawing muffled cries.

Hayate licked her lips, the tentacles responding to her subconscious thoughts and shifting her position to get a good close look at what Shamal was doing. The doctor winked at her mistress from between Signum's wide-spread legs, making a show of licking around the engorged clitoris, then teasing the top with the tip of her tongue. Signum jerked and spasmed, but the tentacles still held her fast. From Shamal's perspective, Hayate may as well have been a kid with her nose up against the window of a candy shop... so she decided to share the sweetness.

No sooner did the doctor move away, then her mistress dived in, trying her best to mimic Shamal's actions; first with tentative finger explorations, and then with a few short licks to get used to the flavor. However, Shamal beamed with pride upon noting that it didn't take Hayate long to master the skill.

"For someone is has supposedly been against this sort of thing, you sure are getting into it," Shamal noted wryly in response to Signum's rapidly contorting body. She groaned as the captive knight slapped Shamal's body and thighs. "And ooh, yes, hit me harder!" She paused and opened her hips in response to some muffled words. "What was that?"

Signum's wet-slicked face gasped with a sharp inhale, and then she glared at the upside-down doctor. "Stop doing that!"

"Stop doing what?" Shamal asked innocently.

"Licking my..." Signum started to say, then shuddered and blinked. "If you're not..." Sh glanced down.

Hayate glanced up and smiled while licking her lips. "You taste good!" Then dove back in.

Signum's voice went up several notches. "H-H-Hayate!"

Never in her wildest dreams/nightmares, would she have imagined her mistress going this route. Oh sure, there was the intimate bath-washings, and the breast gropings, but that was rather tame. At first, this was just to appease her mistress with what she thought was just going to start and end with a chest feelup. And now, not only was this whole situation embarrassing, degrading, frightening and distressing, not to mention just plain weird.

And she was beginning to like it.

Signum was a woman, and had experiences adult relationships before; she just didn't put much desire in them. Many hundreds of years ago, she had dedicated herself to the sword and devoted herself to living a celibate warrior's life. Thus, she didn't mind her role in the book so much, nor the countless carnage she inflicted or the lives she took.

But somehow, her naked mistress happily and eagerly going to town between her legs, demonstrating a rapidly improving skill in cunnilingus, made Signum feel things that simultaneously horrified her and turned her on. That was the real reason she was a bit afraid of Hayate groping her chest... she was afraid she might end up liking it too much.

"H-Hayate!" she squeaked again, as her mistress displayed a flutter tongue technique.

Still, there was something not quite right about that cube device, and Signum's warrior sense told her that if she didn't do something about it before she orgasmed, it would be too late. She couldn't reach the cube, so the only course of action left to her was clear: she had to get Hayate to orgasm first! She seemed to control the device somehow, so hopefully an orgasm would shut it down.

Taking a deep breath, she curved her body around and reached down to begin fondling Hayate's chest, feeling a conflicted feeling of satisfaction when the action elicited a moan from her mistress. She needed to work fast, because she was at a disadvantage. She had deduced that Hayate must have orgasmed earlier, so the next one would take longer to arrive. And both of them had been stimulating Signum rather well; she needed to seize the initiative.

And with the tentacles shifting their positions, her goal was within reach and she quickly dove for Hayate's groin, still occupied by a thrusting appendage. However, the engorged clitoris was a prime target, and Signum attacked it with all the gusto of a warrior locked in mortal combat, locking her lips around the wet pink digit and sucking hard.

The response was immediate; Hayate paused in her own ministrations and seized up, letting loose a long groan. Encouraged, Signum pushed harder, swirling her tongue around Hayate's small bud, and then pushing down on it with the tip of her tongue. Thighs clamped down hard on her head, letting her know she was on the right track, but she was desperately short on time; already, she could feel her own body approach the peak. Stimulated by a skilled appendage hitting her g-spot with machine-like precision, combined with Hayate's and Shamal's fondling and tongue skills, had already left her on the edge... and it was so tempting to just let go and be swallowed by the abyss.

She redoubled her efforts, proving that she was the more experienced one at this kind of combat by finding the spot between Hayate's thigh and pussy, and tickling it. It was a small trick she had learned from Shamal long ago, but an effective one, seeing as how apparently Hayate had no defense. And that proved to be all that was needed, as Hayate's body was wracked with spasms, orgasming and contorting while her lips emitted a hi-pitched whine.

[YES!] Signum thrilled internally, as the cube-like device seemed to begin the process of shutting down, retracting some appendages.

The appendages did seem to be slowly letting them down, but Signum couldn't take the chance that it would reactivate. She didn't have much strength left, but if she positioned herself to land on it, she just might be able to break it. She calculated the time of descent, trying angle her body just right, knowing she might only have one chance.

"Poor Siggy got so into it, but didn't get her own orgasm, did she?" came Shamal's purring voice as the doctor attached herself behind Signum.

In one moment, Signum realized she had horribly miscalculated, forgetting all about Shamal. The doctor thrust a finger into the pink-haired woman's now empty pussy and pushed against the G-spot while biting lightly onto Signum's neck, and the effect was powerful and instantaneous. Shamal had always known Signum's sexual weak spots, and she played it for maximum effect here. White lights exploded in the knight's vision as the two women fell to the bed, collapsing onto Hayate in a tangle of nude arms and legs. By the time a panting Signum recovered her wits, she found herself in a dual-embrace, with Hayate and Shamal on either side of her.

Despite the enticing display of bared mammaries heaving on either side, one thought was prominently on Signum's mind: [What happened to the device?] She couldn't see what happened to it.

"Well, we haven't done anything like that for hundreds of years, Signum," Shamal cooed, tracing a finger over the other woman's chest. "But now that Hayate can join us, it will be soooo much better..."

"Better?" Hayate questioned, then smiled while turning thoughtful. "Yes, three people is better than two... and thus perhaps four or five would be even better than that..."

Shamal's expression instantly turned eager. "What do you have in mind?"

Hayate leaned back, resting her head on Signum's stomach, up against the bottom of the bigger woman's breasts. "We shall eat soon, in preparation for the marvelous night ahead of us..."

"W-why?" Signum asked nervously, swallowing, finally finding her voice. "What else are we going to do tonight?"

Hayate grinned like a cheshire cat. "The same thing we'll be doing every night from now on... Try to take over the world's... orgasms!"

And that's when Signum knew she was a goner. She couldn't go against Hayate, not after that. And a deeper, darker part of her morbidly wondered what it would be like with more people; she wanted to find out.

And so, as Signum whimpered, the rest of Mid-childa went about their business, blissfully unaware that the the balance of power in the universe had just shifted. They would soon find out, after this night, life in the TSAB would never be the same.

Author's notes:

Yes, I continued it. SOMEONE SHOOT ME!

I did a rewrite of this, mainly to add more to the Signum scene (because one of the complaints from you sick perverts, was "more sex! more sex!" *grumbles*). I'll hopefully try to get more sex, but I have quite a bit of the humor to cover, and I'm trying hard not to make this super long, heh. I will say that, during my break from this fic, I have come up with and solidified the ideas for what I want to do. Hopefully, it will be satisfying... in more ways than one. :o
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