Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Incubus Succumbus ❯ Chapter 1

Incubus Succubus

 

Disclaimer: see appendix 1.1.c of addendum II for legalese version of: `not mine'.

 

By: [censored]

 

**

 

Being a business man was harder than it looked. This was a lesson that the young man sitting before his well-worn computer had learned early; much to his disillusionment. I always thought that being a business man was easy and fun, he thought absently, his attention focused on the primary monitor, where a photo-editing program was open and he was working on his product. Applying a filter application to compensate for the glare spot caused by the window in the photo, he painstakingly removed all interfering elements from the photo. “Almost there,” he mumbled to himself, adjusting his glasses.

 

It had taken a lot of work, but he had finally found a way to photograph the girls' shower room at school. On the data cartridge in the reader slot in his box rested nearly five hundred high-res photos of naked school girls in the shower. While the sale of nearly any naked girl was a sure proposition, there were a few that were absolute gold mines. Queen of the pack was the girl on the screen right then: Asuka Langley Sohryu.

 

“Queen of Hell and Princess of Demons, too,” the young man thought out loud. Eyeing the glistening form of the girl on the screen before him, he debated rather or not more work was necessary for the photo to be ready for release. Probably not, he decided. Looking at his clock, he blinked. “Shit, times flies,” he muttered, saving the file and putting his computer to sleep. Just enough time to grab an hour or two of sleep, then it's off to school to pedal my product, he thought, rubbing his itchy eyes.

 

Flopping down on his rumpled bed, he closed his eyes, swiftly falling asleep. As always, his work intruded on his dreams, and all during his too-brief rest, the red-headed girl danced in his head. When his alarm went off, he managed to roll off his futon and stagger to the bathroom for a fast, sloppy shower before he had to run to meet his friend for the walk to school. As he washed his hair, he reflected on the duality of his fixation with Asuka.

 

On the one hand, she was a man-hating bitch she-demon who routinely made life hell for him and his two closest friends. He could always count on hateful remarks from her, and not-infrequent physical violence, though luckily for him, his friend Shinji took most of the damage from her rage. Her arrogance and superiority complex were matched only by her beauty and desirability.

 

That beauty and her undeniable sexiness were the other hand of the equation. Asuka was hot, period. Boys - and not a few girls - were struck speechless when confronted by the Eva pilot. Long, smooth legs, a not-inconsiderable rack, that mesmerizing mane of red hair, and her bright, sharp, clear blue eyes made her a rose in a field of tulips. Pictures of her were top-shelf goods for those reasons, as well as because of her status as the schools greatest masturbatory icon.

 

Drying off, Kensuke hurriedly dressed, grabbed the media card from his computer, snagged his book bag as he left his room, and a cup of coffee as he left his house, and hustled off to meet Touji for the walk to school. As he rushed along, he grinned at the thought that Asuka was his fastest-selling product line. Pictures of her wear out faster than any other girl, and I can usually sell the same photo of her to the same person again and again, he thought, amused. His thoughts were interrupted by a call from his jock friend, signaling another day at school and work.

 

**

 

Kensuke trudged up to his building, feeling exhausted from the day. Under one arm, he carried a fresh ream of photo paper. He had run out of product before the end of lunch, and had taken advance orders for a fresh stock for the next day. His book bag bulged with cash; even after he had re-invested in his business by buying the premium photo paper for his dedicated photo printing printer. Nope, being a business man isn't nearly as fun as it looked, he thought tiredly.

 

Reaching his door, he fished for his keys. “Man, I need a cup of coffee,” he thought out loud. Pushing the door open, he found himself looking at an empty, dark apartment. “Just like always,” he said, sighing. His father was doubtlessly buried somewhere in NERV headquarters, like always. Makes things easier for me, he dismissed his missing parent. Moving to his bedroom, he carelessly tossed his book bag aside, set the new pack of photo paper on his cluttered desk and tapped his mouse to wake his computer before moving back to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. There was, after all, more work to be done.

 

Unbuttoning his school shirt and taking off his pants, he got comfortable at his PC, opening the next string of photos with his editing software. Focused on his work, he lost track of time. It wasn't until a pounding on the door intruded on his attention that he realized that he had been working on the photos of Asuka and a couple other girls for more than two hours, his coffee cold and forgotten. “Who could it be this late?” he wondered, getting up and moving toward the front door, which was still being pounded on by who ever it was outside. “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!” he called out, turning the lock.

 

Immediately, the door was shoved open, knocking him back on his ass. “You!” hissed an ominously-familiar voice as a red blur nearly bolted through the door, slamming it behind her before seizing his shirt and jerking him upright. “Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little `sale'?!” snarled Asuka, shaking the stunned boy.

 

“W..what?” gaped Kensuke. How the hell did she find me? he wondered, confused.

 

“This,” spat Asuka, throwing a somewhat crumpled piece of paper in his face before releasing him, causing him to drop back down to the floor. Standing over him, arms crossed across her chest, the Demoness glared down at him. Fumbling for the piece of paper, Kensuke didn't really need to look to know that it was a copy of his new product line.

 

“Uh…”

 

“Getting off selling naked pictures of me, is that it?” accused Asuka. “Well, I'm here to stop you,” announced the girl. Kensuke swallowed nervously. Even so, he couldn't help but notice that from his position sprawled out on the floor on his back he could see up her skirt. Red cotton with white stripes today, he noted, swallowing roughly.

 

Distracted by the view, he forgot that he was only wearing his underwear. And because he was only wearing his underwear, his reaction to staring up her skirt was easily spotted by Asuka. Her face flushing red, she quickly raised her foot and stomped on his groin. “Pervert!” shrieked the girl angrily as Kensuke instantly turtled. “Baka hentai loser!” she added, storming past him. “I'll fix you,” she muttered darkly.

 

Fix me? he wondered, suddenly forgetting his aching balls and sore dick from her crotch stomp. She couldn't mean…but, the kitchen is right over there! Forgetting all about his abused privates, he scrambled to his feet and hurried after the German girl. “Sohryu! Wait!” he called out, seeing a flash of red enter his room. Least there aren't any knives in my room… a small part of his mind thought in relief.

 

Sliding through the door, he saw Asuka staring at the picture on the computer display. It was of Asuka drying off after her shower, hair still wet down her back, facing three quarters to the camera, towel clasped loosely over her chest, leaving her left breast bare, erect nipple clearly visible. Her right leg was slightly forward of her left, knee bent, revealing just a hint of flame-red hair at the juncture of her thighs. The steam from the shower block behind her gave her a kind of soft, white nimbus. Most strangely, there was a faint smile on her lips.

 

“You edit the photos?” came Asuka's voice, her anger seemingly gone, replaced by curiosity. Kensuke wasn't about to let the opportunity slip by.

 

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “The originals have too much interference,” he explained.

 

“Interference?” wondered Asuka. Kensuke carefully moved past her, sitting back down at the computer.

 

“Yeah, interference,” he repeated, bringing up the original frame on the second monitor. “See? There is some glare here, and the lighting values make your skin look greenish over here, and washed-out over there. I edit the pictures to remove those kind of things.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because they interfere with the subject,” shrugged Kensuke. “They distract from your body.”

 

“Do you alter my body?” asked Asuka, peering closer at the two photos.

 

“No, I don't,” Kensuke said, his eyes on the screen.

 

“Why not? You think no one would buy them if you messed with my perfection?” she asked him, standing just behind him.

 

“No,” he frowned. “It just wouldn't be right,” he continued. “Not to mention, it would take far too much time.”

 

“How long does it take you to clean the photos up?” wondered the girl, kneeling next to the chair Kensuke sat in. The young man considered that.

 

“I'd say, about four or five hours a piece,” he shrugged. “Sometimes longer,” he added casually.

 

“You do that just to keep other things from obscuring my heavenly body?” asked Asuka quietly. Kensuke nodded. “I…see,” murmured the girl. Kensuke wondered what it was Asuka saw. Glancing over, he realized that with her kneeling next to his chair, he could see down her top just a little; enough to see the beginning swell of her breasts, anyway.

 

Licking his lips, he could feel his dick harden once more. She was so close to him, he could smell the soft, flowery scent she gave off. “You worship me, don't you?” she asked softly, slowly standing. “You are a slave to my beauty, aren't you?” she said, her cheeks coloring as she absently ran a hand down her throat, over her breasts and across her belly before briefly cupping her pussy through her skirt. Kensuke stared at her, slack-jawed.

 

“Uh….I…um…” he stuttered. Asuka fixed him with a hot, aggressive stare.

 

“Admit it!” she demanded, maintaining eye contact as she cupped her breasts with her hands, massaging them.

 

“Y…yes!” squeaked Kensuke, watching her pinch her nipples through her top and bra. Asuka leered at him.

 

“Good boy,” she purred, using one hand to unbutton her top before tugging it off, revealing a thin, lacy bra. “Worship me,” she whispered, tugging on her hard nipples before gripping her bra and tearing it off herself to be discarded on his floor. Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, she tossed her hair, watching him gulp as he drank in the sight of her proud breasts, displayed by her crossed arms.

 

After a few moments of subtly modeling for him, she let her hands slide down to her skirt's waist band, her delicate fingers fussily unbuttoning the waistband before drawing down the short zipper. With a saucy wiggle of the hips, her skirt fell to pool around her ankles, leaving her in her panties. Slowly, playfully, Asuka traced the leg band of her panties with the forefingers of each hand. Kensuke watched her fingers trace the inner curve of her hips, noting the small - but spreading - wet spot on her panties.

 

Dipping a finger down to her panty-clad sex, Asuka traced it up and down her wet cleft, the wet spot instantly tripling in size. Smiling, Asuka paused to tickle her clit through the thin cotton before hooking a finger through the crotch of her panties and slowly pulling them down her thighs. When they reached her knees, she let go, the soaked garment landing around her ankles with her skirt.

 

First, she lifted her left foot free, then her right foot, holding her right foot up as it cleared the skirt and panties. Using her toes she turned his chair to face her. “Worship me, Aida,” she reminded him, her toes sliding along his thigh to rub his hard member through his briefs. Kensuke moaned at the feeling of her toes tracing his length. With a soft, aroused giggle, Asuka sat back on his bed, her thighs carelessly spread open.

 

Before he knew it, Kensuke had lurched to his feet and lunged over to push Asuka back onto his bed. Pressing against her, he sloppily kissed her. Asuka hummed as she let him kiss her for a few moments before pushing his face back from her own. “I said worship me,” she reminded him. Kensuke jerked his head in a nod, moving down to lick her hard nipples. After a few licks, he began to suck on them. “Mm, yes, like that,” hissed Asuka, stroking his back.

 

Kensuke couldn't believe he was getting to live out his fantasies with the Red Devil. Not that he was complaining. Switching between breasts, he felt her pull his shirt off before reaching down between their bodies to grasp his dick through his briefs. Pumping it a time or two, Asuka then snaked her hand into his underwear to stroke him directly. Releasing her nipples, he gasped, feeling her soft, warm hand stroking his dick. “S…Sohryu!” he moaned.

 

“Yes?” she murmured. “You wish to worship your goddess more?” she guessed, licking her lips. Mutely, he nodded. “Very well then.”

 

Pushing a hand against his chest, she guided him off the futon and to his feet, her other hand never leaving his dick. When he was standing, she pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard length, before kneeling before him. Smiling up at him hungrily, she gently blew on his tip, which was already leaking pre-cum. Captive in her hands, Kensuke shivered, closing his eyes. Before he could react, he felt a warm, wet suction on his tip. Wide-eyed, he looked down to see Asuka looking up at him as she slurped on his tip, one hand stroking his shaft, the other cupping his balls. Sucking in a breath, he tried to control himself.

 

Maintaining eye contact, Asuka slowly swallowed him to the root, rubbing her tongue along his shaft as she sucked on him like a lollypop. Her thumb and forefinger circled the base of his shaft, squeezing firmly, while the fingers of her other hand rolled his balls delicately. Withdrawing until her lips were clamped around the base of his tip, she sucked harder on him before giving his tip a quick, but sharp, bite. “Ah!” hissed Kensuke, feeling his balls tighten. Asuka let her lips slowly slide off his tip, only to catch a fold of foreskin between her teeth, stretching it away from his throbbing length.

 

After a moment, she released it, engulfing his tip again in her mouth. A whine came from Kensuke's throat as she ran her tongue around his tip, pausing to push against the slit at the crown before once more taking him in her mouth to the root. Humming in her throat, Asuka winked at him. It was too much for Kensuke.

 

“Sohryu!” he groaned, blowing her load into her mouth. Even through the haze of pleasure he was experiencing due to climaxing, he saw Asuka swallow almost eagerly. She…! was all he managed to think. As the last of his load vanished down her throat, she leisurely worked her way back to his tip, sucking the whole time. After a moment of sucking on the sensitive tip of his dick, she released it with a wet pop. Licking her lips to catch all the drops of drool and cum, she swallowed once more before slowly standing.

 

“Not bad, but I want more,” she said wantonly. “You will worship me more, Aida,” she ordered him, her hands seizing his dick and beginning to stroke it. “I am your goddess, and I demand you worship me!” hissed the girl. Panting, Kensuke mutely nodded. Minutes later, he was nearly fully hard again. He and Asuka were both coated in a sheen of sweat, but neither cared. Satisfied with his readiness, Asuka pushed him back on his futon, swinging her leg over his hips.

 

Aligning her dripping slit with his hard member, Asuka spread her pussy open with her fingers before lowering herself, taking him into her pussy with a sigh of pleasure. Moving her hands up to his chest, she began to ride him, her fingers pinching his nipples as she pumped harder and harder on his length. “Yes,” she growled, “worship me like I deserve to be worshipped!” ordered the girl, jerking her hips hard at the bottom of her strokes. Kensuke couldn't spare the breath to speak. All he could do was hold on.

 

In spite of having cum not long before, he could feel himself already nearing another eruption. Asuka was feverishly riding him hard, her cries, grunts and gasps fueling his excitement. Abruptly, Asuka climbed off him. Kensuke saw her legs were covered with her cum from her pussy to her calves. Looking down, he saw that she had soaked his hips and thighs, and left a huge wet spot on his sheets. “Kneel,” ordered Asuka, her fingers once more playing with her nipples. Kensuke blinked at her.

 

Growling with impatience, Asuka pulled him to his knees before getting on all fours in front of him. Reaching back between her legs, she seized his slippery tool and guided him back to her swollen, puffy sex. “Worship me,” she ordered him, ramming her hips back to impale herself on him again. Kensuke didn't need any further instructions. Taking her hips in his hands, he began to hammering into her hard and fast. “Oh, yes!” drooled Asuka, her hands still working her tits. “More!” she ordered, feeling an orgasm approaching.

 

“Sohryu,” puffed Kensuke. He was right on the edge. Looking down at her, seeing her red hair sticking to her back because of the sweat, looking at her face as she drooled in arousal, he gave her his second offering, cumming deep in her pussy. Gasping, he felt his legs give out, his cock slipping free of her leaking passage with a small splatter of mixed cum as he fell back onto his futon.

 

As Kensuke recovered, Asuka slowly sat up. Turning to look at him, she studied his panting, sweat-soaked form. “More,” she said firmly.

 

“I…I can't, Sohryu!” begged Kensuke. His dick - dripping their mixed cum - was limp against his thighs. Asuka pouted.

 

“You can't?” she asked him, slowly spreading her thighs, revealing her own dripping sex. Absently, she slipped first one, then another finger into her passage, releasing a stream of his cum and her juice. “Why can't you? You worship me, don't you?” she asked him innocently.

 

“I…” Kensuke swallowed, watching Asuka rub her pussy.

 

“So worship me more,” Asuka requested reasonably. Her fingers smeared mixed cum on her breasts as she massaged her hard nipples. After a few moments, she traced her lips with her soaked fingers, her pink tongue slipping out to lick the treat from her fingers. “Your goddess demands another offering,” she said between licks. Between his legs, his dick began to stir.

 

Asuka approached him on her knees, straddling his thighs as she pushed her pert breasts into his face. “I want it, Aida,” she pouted petulantly. “Are you sure you can't worship me more?” she asked, rubbing her slick thighs against his own. From between her breasts, Kensuke made some muffled sounds, but Asuka was more interested in his slowly-hardening penis. “Your goddess wants you to worship her, Kensuke,” breathed the girl, her lips brushing his.

 

With his face out from between her breasts, he found himself nearly kissing her as she asked him to fuck her again. This is incredible! he thought, dazed. Unnoticed, his dick was steadily rallying for one more try. Pushing his lips to her own, he kissed her only to find her tongue invading his mouth, her arms locked around his neck. Pushing forward with her body, she pinned him against the wall at the head of his futon, her hips still grinding away against his.

 

“Mmph!” Kensuke managed, needing to breathe. Asuka broke the kiss a moment later.

 

“And I was even going to let you do me in the ass,” whispered Asuka in his ear before licking his earlobe and gently biting it.

 

“You…were?” gaped the young man. Asuka slowly, deliberately nodded, smiling as she felt his dick press against her cum-slick nest.

 

“Mm hmm,” she said, wiggling herself against him. “Are you sure you…?”

 

“O…once more,” he agreed hastily. Giggling happily, Asuka turned and rolled over, thrusting her hips up toward him as he struggled upright. Reaching back, Asuka pulled her ass cheeks apart.

 

“Give me another offering,” she husked. Kensuke nodded, eyes on her exposed brown eye. His legs felt like they were made of Jell-O, and his hands shook, but he would rather die than pass up this opportunity. Struggling to hold himself steady, he pushed his tip against her ass. “Right there,” confirmed Asuka, turning to catch his eyes with her own.

 

Kensuke pushed forward, grunting as he struggled to penetrate her forbidden hole. Gradually, he could feel his tip stretching her open. The copious amount of cum still coating his tool made it easier, and before he knew it, his tip popped in, the resistance lessening. “God, Asuka,” he cried out hoarsely.

 

“Worship your goddess,” said the girl, her voice a whisper. Kensuke began to thrust into her, a grin on his face. I'm ass-fucking Asuka! he gibbered crazily in his head. She's letting me do her anally! Nearly hyperventilating as he slammed into her, drool dripped from his mouth to land on her ass. “Worship me,” came the whisper again. Minutes that were like hours - or hours that were like minutes - passed and Kensuke eventually reaching his release again.

 

“Ugh!” he grunted, his exhausted balls barely managing a single spurt. “Asuka! Asuka!” he screamed out, falling sideways.

 

“Kensuke! Hey, Kensuke!”

 

Blinking, Kensuke Aida looked up from the floor next to his futon. Standing in the door to his room was his friend, Touji. “T…Touji?” rasped Kensuke, his throat dry. “What are you doing?” he wondered. Where's Asuka? he thought to wonder, looking around.

 

“I think that is my line, man,” said Touji, a look of disgust on his face. “What is wrong with you?!” he wondered. Kensuke blinked, looking down.

 

He was naked, having thrashed off his futon at some point. But more to the point, he was also covered in sweat and white drops of cum splattered his stomach and chest. Frantically looking around, he saw no signs of Asuka or her clothing. “Where did Asuka go?” wondered Kensuke. Touji stepped back from him as he stood.

 

“Red? She was never here,” shrugged the jock. “And why do you care anyway, `Suke?” he wondered, grimacing at the thought of his nemesis. “Anyway, we're really late, so hurry the fuck up!” commanded Touji, giving his friend another grimace. Blinking away his confusion, Kensuke hurried to the bathroom, seeing Touji giving him a wider berth as he moved toward the bathroom.

 

Ten minutes later, the two were jogging toward school, Touji still keeping his distance. “What, Touji?!” demanded Kensuke in exasperation.

 

“I don't wanna know!” insisted Touji. “Whatever kinky shit you were dreaming is your business!” he insisted.

 

“Oh, like you never woke up from a dream sweaty and covered in cum,” grunted Kensuke truculently. Touji snorted.

 

“Matter of fact, no, I haven't,” he replied. “And why were you screaming out Red's name, anyway?” he asked Kensuke, his curiosity getting the better of him. “You started to like her or something?” he asked.

 

Unexpectedly, Kensuke smiled. “Something like that,” he replied.

 

“What's that supposed to mean? You her bitch or something?” challenged Touji.

 

“You could say…I worship her,” murmured Kensuke.

 

“Huh?”

 

“We're late; let's hurry,” Kensuke said more loudly. Together, the two hurried to school.

 

When they reached the school, Kensuke found himself scanning the class for the red hair of Asuka. Spotting it, felt an odd sense of relief. After the obligatory chewing out by Hikari, the pair had taken their seats and class had resumed. All during classes, Kensuke found himself constantly peeking at Asuka.

 

When lunch came around, he hurried to catch up to her, watching for his chance to talk to her alone. Finally, just before the bell rang, he saw her move away from Hikari and the other girls she had eaten with, and followed her. Just as she was about to duck into the girl's bathroom, he called out to her. “Asuka!”

 

Blinking in surprise, she turn to see him hurry to her. “What do you want, stooge?” she asked, sneer in her voice. Kensuke gulped nervously.

 

“I…was wondering if you might like to come over to my place some time,” he managed, only a small tremor in his voice. Asuka scowled at him.

 

“Why would I do that?” she wondered, clearly insulted.

 

“I just thought you might like to see me do some photo editing,” he hurriedly explained. Asuka gave him a disdainful look.

 

“You just want to get me over there so you can jack off to my perfect form,” she scoffed. Kensuke's eyes widened slightly.

 

“I…would worship you,” he whispered to her. Asuka turned back toward the bathroom.

 

“I'll think about it,” she said as the door closed.

 

END

 

Omake:

 

“Welcome home, Asuka,” said Shinji as his teammate and roommate entered the apartment.

 

“Hey, Shin,” said the red-head, tossing her book bag into her room before turning to kiss Shinji soundly. “You wouldn't believe what that freak Aida said to me today,” she said once the kiss was finished.

 

“Kensuke?” frowned Shinji. “He has been pretty fixated on you of late,” he recalled. Asuka nodded.

 

“Little freak,” she muttered. “Anyway, he stopped me in the hall and asked me if I wanted him to worship me,” she said, disbelieving. “What kind of a weird, fucked-up thing is that to say to a girl?” she complained. Shinji wrapped his arms around, criss-crossing them as he did so he was holding her breasts in his hands.

 

“Oh, I don't know,” he replied, a faint smile tugging on his lips, “I can understand the sentiment,” he teased her. Asuka giggled softly.

 

“I'm sure you can,” purred the girl, leaning her head back and tilting it to the side so she could kiss him. “After all, you were my first worshipper.”

 

**

 

Omake:

 

“Hikari! It's Asuka!” called out Kodama as she stepped aside so Asuka could enter the sisters' house.

 

“I'm upstairs, Asuka!” came back Hikari's voice. Nodding to Kodama as she passed the oldest sister, Asuka climbed the stairs and checked Hikari's bedroom, finding her best friend sitting naked, cross-legged on her bed, Nozumi in front of her, the middle sister brushing the youngest sister's hair before beginning to braid it.

 

“Hey, Hikari,” said Asuka, setting her overnight bag on Hikari's table. “What's up?” she asked, motioning to the youngest Horaki sister.

 

“Oh, she's going along with Kodama tonight,” said Hikari, swiftly finishing up her work. “Done!” she told Nozumi, who hugged Hikari briefly before rushing out the door. “So, did you?” asked Hikari, stretching her arms. Asuka nodded.

 

“Yeah,” she said, “I did.”

 

“And?” prompted Hikari, grinning at Asuka. Slowly, the red-head returned the grin.

 

“It was great,” she said, her grin now ear-to-ear.

 

“Told you he was easy,” laughed Hikari. Asuka began to strip off her clothes.

 

“So, how long until they manifest?” wondered the red-head, stepping over to look at herself in the mirror. Hikari hummed to herself, rising to stand beside her friend.

 

“Soon,” said the dark-haired girl. “Feeling any stiffness in your shoulders?” she asked. Asuka frowned.

 

“Maybe,” she said, “but it feels more like I slept funny,” said the girl. Hikari ran her hands over Asuka's bare back.

 

“Looks like it will be any minute now,” said the brunette, eyeing the swelling bulges under the skin of her friend's back. “Feeling hot?” she wondered. Asuka nodded.

 

“Yeah,” she agreed, her back twitching. “I think…” she began, only to feel Hikari turn her so she could kiss her deeply.

 

“Shh,” soothed Hikari, “it will hurt a little when they first come out,” she warned her friend, “but after that, it won't hurt,” she assured her before kissing her again. When she released Asuka's lips, the red-head buried her face in Hikari's shoulder, her teeth biting the base of Hikari's neck as the German girl fought back a cry. Hikari hugged Asuka closer, looking in the mirror as two leathery wings burst through the skin of Asuka's back, the newly-formed wings snapping outward to full spread before returning to rest.

 

“Agh!” screamed Asuka, breathing hard. Hikari stroked her friend's head.

 

“It's ok, Asuka,” she comforted the girl. Catching her breath, Asuka turned to look in the mirror. “Beautiful wings,” breathed Hikari, “not black, not brown, not white, but a brilliant crimson red,” she smiled, her own black wings cocooning Asuka. The taller girl hummed, hugging Hikari closer to herself in turn.

 

“You know, back when I first saw you with your wings out, I didn't believe it was real,” mused Asuka. Hikari smiled.

 

“But you do now, right?” she guessed playfully. Asuka laughed, kissing Hikari again.

 

“Oh, this feels very real,” said Asuka, absently stroking Hikari's wings with her hands. Hikari moaned.

 

“Asuka, you know that gets me fired up,” Hikari whined. Asuka grinned at her friend.

 

“Oh, I know,” agreed the other.

 

“So, why are you doing it?” asked Hikari, beginning to stroke Asuka's crimson wings, making the other girl shiver in arousal.

 

“Because I was hoping to get my Shinji a gift,” Asuka admitted. Hikari gave her a questioning look. “He has been very understanding of my needs, Hi-chan, and as a thank you, I thought I would treat him to a double-header,” explained Asuka.

 

“You would share him with me?” wondered Hikari, shocked and touched. Asuka nodded.

 

“Yes, because you are my best friend,” she confirmed. Hikari licked her lips.

 

“That's…Asuka, that is the nicest thing anyone has done for me,” she cooed. “But, can he handle two of us? Touji is barely able to satisfy my needs, so I have to feed off others…”

 

“Oh, trust me,” purred Asuka, “Shinji can handle both of us!”

 

“Indeed?” wondered Hikari, looking at the smug expression on Asuka's face. “If so, then why did you…?” she began.

 

“To test my power of course,” shrugged Asuka. “He was an interesting experiment, but as a source of sustenance, he is…lacking,” said the German.

 

“Um, say,” said Hikari slowly, “would you be open to the idea of my sisters getting in on this action?”

 

“I might,” grinned Asuka, her hand slipping down to stroke Hikari's already-wet slit. “Of course, you would have to…talk me into it,” she suggested. “And if you are really nice, I might share Misato with you three, too…”