RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Compensation ❯ Account Balance ( Chapter 5 )

Compensation

 

By: A-Z Mark II

 

Notes: Don't own. Rated NC-17/X (depending on your preference)

 

Chapter 5: Account Balance

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Ayato walked along the streets of Kanai. He had finished up another of those strange tests with Quon about an hour before, and with Nanamori being absent, Kim and Megu being on shift, and Haru in a meeting with some UN people, he was left without any immediate plans. So, he just walked around.

Truthfully, since Quon had talked to him that night a week ago, he had been finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than her cryptic remarks. Have I been neglecting my friends by not trying to rescue them? I'm positive that RahXephon has the power to get Asahina and Mamoru out of there - and Mom, too! So, why haven't I tried to save them before? he wondered, pausing to look around blindly.

Memories of the phone call he had gotten on the broken phone the morning after he and Haru had escaped Tokyo Jupiter kept coming back to him. His mother had sounded so sure when she told him that they would try to deceive him, and that they would tell him lies about her and all he knew. Yeah, I know there is a lot they aren't telling me, but Haru-chan doesn't feel like she is lying when she tells me that she is on my side. And Megu just sucks as lying. he thought, frowning. But, they could be better liars than I give them credit for - especially Kunugi! he thought, grimacing.

“Hey, kid, what are you up to?” came a voice from behind him, jolting him from his thoughts. Flinching, he turned to see the guy who had sort-of met him a few days ago. Wasn't he a reporter or something? wondered Ayato, trying to remember his name.

“Oh, just wasting some time, mister….?” he replied, hinting for the man's name again.

“Futagami, but you can call me Johji!” he replied easily, holding out his hand. Ayato glanced at it, but didn't extend his own.

“So, Futagami, what are you again?” he asked, his tone a bit distant.

“Newspaper man, remember?” he said, sounding vaguely aggrieved. He looked at the storefront that Ayato had been staring at blankly. “Getting your girlfriend something?” he asked, his tone slyly mocking. Ayato's eyebrows lowered as he turned to see what the man was talking about. Seeing the storefront, he smothered a sigh.

“No, just lost in thought.” he said, turning away from the bridal shop.

“Pizza delivery that heavy a business?” asked the older man, his tone challenging.

“You'd be surprised. Nice seeing you, Futagami.” he said, turning away. To his annoyance, the man fell into step with him.

“Hey, what's the rush, Ayato?” he asked. “Say, you wouldn't know where a good ice cream store is, would you?” he asked, wiping his brow with his handkerchief. “It's hot here.” he noted. Ayato started to brush him off, but relented.

“There's one the next block over.” he said. Thanks to Megu, I know where all the snack shops are! he thought, though he found himself smiling for some reason. “Enjoy your ice cream.” he added, trying once more to get away from the reporter.

“You were pulled out of Tokyo Jupiter, and now you work for TERRA.” said the man. Ayato stopped. “I was wondering if you happened to know anything about the Mu or their leadership.” he continued. Ayato shook his head.

“Can't help you.” he said crisply. “Maybe you should be hounding Commander Kunugi or someone else in TERRA.” he said.

“Well, I think I've sort of worn out my welcome there.” admitted the man. “But, if you don't want to talk about the Mu, how about I tell you a story?” he suggested.

“Not interested.” replied Ayato. Maybe I should go to that lab where Itsuki spends so much time. Nanamori might be there. he thought.

“Well, that's a pity.” said Futagami. “I was thinking that you might be interested in hearing the story of one Ayato Kamina.” he said innocently. Ayato sighed. Damn it! he thought.

“If I listen to your story, will you stop bothering me?” he asked the man. Futagami smiled.

“We could discuss that, I suppose.” he said.

-

Sayoko sat in her bed, pillow crushed in her arms. She had left a voice mail for Itsuki, telling him that she wouldn't be in today. It had been almost three weeks since the New Year's party, but she still tasted the bitter words of Itsuki in her mouth. “Why her?” she asked her empty apartment. “Can't he see that she is just some slut that isn't worth his time?!” she railed, angrily throwing her pillow against the wall.

Dropping back onto her back, she remembered the day before. She had been with Ayato earlier, and could still feel his cum in both her pussy and ass, but that had nothing to do with her desire for Itsuki. The man had come to her desk, and asked her if she knew where Haruka was. He asked that like Haruka and I are friends or something! she thought resentfully. Why would he think that I kept track of the whore?! she wondered.

Itsuki had gone on to ask her to call the woman and find out if she had plans that evening. Suppressing her sneer, she had done as he asked, finding that Haruka's cell was set to voice mail. On an impulse, she had called the TERRA switchboard and asked for the senior Operator on duty. She had been routed to Hotal. So, she had asked the girl where Captain Shitow was. Kim had informed her that Haru was putting together a brief for the commander, and would not be available except for an absolute emergency.

Hearing Sayoko relay the information, Itsuki had sighed. “Well, I suppose there is no helping it.” he had said. Taking out his cell phone, he began to dial a number. “I'll just cancel the reservations.” he muttered.

“Reservations?” Sayoko had asked.

“I had made reservations for a table at Souginve, but since Haru isn't going to be able to go with me, I better just cancel.” he explained.

“I would be happy to accompany you!” she offered, her heart beating fast. “I could be ready in ten minutes.” she added. Itsuki had connected the call.

“Thanks, but I think I'll review that aria that Quon had said she wanted me to look at.” he said, turning away from his assistant. He didn't see the look of anger on her face at his words.

Now, she wondered what she should do about it. The woman sighed. If he won't return my feelings, then I have to make him love me. she decided. If I got rid of all the distractions, he would have to notice that I am the best choice for his woman. she mused. Now, how should I reduce his work load? she wondered.

-

“So, if that Ayato had been here, he would be twenty nine.” finished Futagami. Ayato and he were at a small rest area on the edge of the bay. He and the young man had been talking for nearly two hours.

“True.” said Ayato. “But I'm seventeen.” he said. Futagami smiled.

“Say, have you ever seen them? The ones that betrayed mankind?” he asked, fishing around in his pocket. Ayato frowned.

“What are you talking about?” he wondered.

“Well, you see, back when the Mu first appeared, there was a faction of the JSDF that sided with the Mu when the initial attack failed. Rumor has it that they are still there, working with the Mu.” he said. “Ah! Found it!” he said, pulling an old photo from his pocket. “This is a copy of a photo taken of the faction, along with the leader of the Mu.” he said, offering the picture to Ayato face down. “I don't suppose any of them look familiar?” he suggested. Ayato turned the picture over.

“No, I do…!” he froze, blinking at the picture before him.

“Really.” said the man. “That one in the middle; she's the supreme leader of the Mu. Sure you haven't seen her before?” he pressed. Ayato handed the photo back to Futagami.

“I'm sure.” he said tightly. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to meet up with my colleagues.” he said, moving off swiftly. Futagami tucked the photo away as he watched the young man leave.

“Yeah, but which colleagues?” he muttered. That boy recognized someone; and unless I miss my guess, he was looking at the Mulian leader woman. Chance? I just can't see that. he thought, rising. “Think it's about time to file that story.” he mused.

Ayato moved off toward his house at a good pace, but his body was on auto-pilot. What was mom doing in that photo with those Japanese troops?! And what did he mean, `supreme leader'? He couldn't have meant Mom! he thought. I mean, yeah, she works at that secret lab, but that's not Mulian! It can't be! I have red blood! he thought, just short of panic.

When he arrived home, he found that no one was there yet, so he decided that doing some painting would help calm him down. Take some canvas, he quickly set it in a frame and propped it securely in the corner of his window, situating himself on the narrow sash as well. Taking his pencils in hand, he tried to think of something to work on. Before he knew it, he had a rough sketch on the canvas and was mixing paints. When Haru got home, she found him buried in his art. Easing into his room, she moved up behind him to see what he was working on so intently. Seeing it, she felt a stab of worry in her heart. That's his house in Tokyo Jupiter!

-

“So, what's the big emergency?” yawned Elvy the next morning. Haruka had awoken her practically before sunrise on her day off duty, saying she needed to ask a favor from her. She hadn't expected to find that Haruka was calling her from just down the street. By the time she got to the door, Haruka was already there.

“Elvy, do you know if we have any planes that can breach the barrier on their own?” she asked her friend. The other woman blinked at her.

“What are you talking about, Haru?” she asked blankly, starting some coffee. “You went through it in the VTOL unit during the operation, didn't you?” she reminded the other woman.

“That method requires a boost from support ships, and the return is dependant on conditions. Matter of fact, we have never actually gotten a VTOL back out of Tokyo Jupiter.” she said. Seeing Elvy about to ask her how she got back out if not in the VTOL, she headed that off before the pilot could speak. “Remember, Ayato and RahXephon leapt us both out. Matter of fact, the VTOL is sunk on the bottom of that egg thing that RahXephon was in.” she recalled.

“Ok. And you were meaning to ask me, what, exactly?” shrugged Elvy, stifling another yawn. Haruka considered her words carefully.

“What if Ayato wanted to go back to Tokyo Jupiter? Maybe to rescue his friends?” she suggested. “Would we have a means to follow him and bring him back?” she asked her friend. Elvy frowned at her.

“Is he planning on leaving?” asked the woman directly. “Maybe you better tell me all the story.” she said, taking a seat across her small table from Haruka. Haruka slowly told her about the painting and the strange mood he had been in lately.

“I'm just worried that he might be getting homesick for Tokyo Jupiter.” she finished. Elvy mulled it over.

“Well, they won't let him leave.” she said. “And if he did, he wouldn't be able to return - TERRA would have to classify him as a Dolem or a spy if he went back.” she said pragmatically. Haruka didn't say anything to that. More awake now, Elvy has a sudden premonition. “You have no intention of stopping him if he wants to go back, do you?” she accused her friend. “You're only worried about following him!”

Haruka's silence spoke volumes. “God, Haru!” snapped Elvy. “If you don't keep him from going back, it could mean we lose this war!” she pointed out. “What about your duty to TERRA?” she demanded.

“It isn't about TERRA!” shot back Haru. “It's about him.” she said softly. Elvy considered her friend.

“What is so special about him that you would risk everything for him?” she wondered. Haruka shook her head.

“I can't tell you.” she said. “But he is the most important thing to me; well, him and Megu.” she amended herself. Elvy sighed.

“Seeing as how you are obviously irrational, I can only suggest that you keep him busy so he can't develop a case of homesickness.” she said. Haruka considered that. “Maybe have him do that nude sketch of you that you promised to let him do.” teased Elvy. She recalled the exquisite skill with which he drew and painted, and found herself wondering if she should get in on the action. “Hey, we could get him to do us together.” she baited. To her surprise, Haruka nodded.

“How about we ask him today?” she replied immediately. Elvy blinked. What now, genius? I didn't think she would agree! thought the pilot.

-

Sayoko panted as she lay draped over Ayato's lap, his softening member still buried in her pussy. The two were in her office, having just finished a quickie after his test. Quon had not been there that day, and Itsuki had offered no explanation for it. Ayato had found that Sayoko was waiting for him when he finished the test, and the woman had silently tossed her head toward her office, her eyes hopeful. Ayato had nodded, and as soon as they were in her office and the door was locked, she had nearly torn her clothes off before frantically sucking his cock.

Naturally, that had led to some hard, fast fucking, and now the two were recovering, possibly for round two. Ayato had come once in her mouth, and again in her pussy, and was feeling nicely relaxed and happy. Sayoko was still glowing from the numerous, strong orgasms she had had, and had managed to take enough of the edge off her lust that she could pursue her plans.

“Ayato-kun,” she began once she could talk without panting, “I was wondering if you had any girlfriends back in Tokyo.” she said. In all honesty, she did wonder about it, since he was so good in bed. The possibility that he might have other girlfriends didn't bother her in the least; she didn't even care how many girls he was sleeping with here at TERRA, as long as she could feel him in her as often as he cared to have her.

“No girlfriends, Say-chan,” replied the young man, “but I do have some friends.” he replied. Sayoko nodded.

“You know, you could probably get them out of there with RahXephon.” she suggested. Ayato nodded.

“I had thought about it.” he replied honestly. Sayoko managed to lean back enough to look into his eyes.

“Are you?” she asked him. Ayato wasn't sure, but he had an inkling about what he would end up doing. Even so, he didn't want to talk about it right them.

“Does that mean you don't want me to stick around here?” he asked, smiling a little. Sayoko blinked.

“Of course not!” she replied earnestly. “I need you close by.” she admitted absently. Ayato quirked an eyebrow.

“You need me close by, Say-chan?” he asked her. She nodded.

“You are the only one who can `scratch the itch', if you follow.” she purred, squeezing his member with her vaginal muscles. Ayato gave a soft moan when he felt her inner passage squeeze his semi-erect member. “Speaking of that, do you want to scratch it some more?” she said, her tone lusty and needful.

“You really are something, Say-chan.” he said, feeling himself hardening in her passage. “I guess I have one more in me.” he agreed coyly.

“I'd rather have it in me.” countered Sayoko, slowly beginning to bounce on his lap. Upon hearing that, Ayato recalled something that he had meant to ask her earlier, but never seemed to get around to when he got near her - mostly due to her wanting him to stick his dick in one or more of her orifices.

“Um, Say-chan,” he began, his hips moving in time with her own, “I was wondering if you were on birth control.” he wondered. Sayoko, through the haze of lust and desire in her mind, tried to recall if she was or wasn't. The feeling of his dick in her passage made that issue moot in her mind. I will not allow a condom to rob me of this feeling! she vowed.

“It's fine!” she breathed, getting nearer to the edge. “Just keep fucking me however you want and don't worry about that.” she grunted, feeling him reach her cervix. Ayato took her at her word and soon left a third load in her eager sex, though the woman was unconscious when he came.

-

Megumi sighed in relief as she stepped into her house, letting her shoes fall to the floor next to the door. “Haru! Ayato!” she called, moving in to the house as she unbuttoned her uniform top. “I'm back!” She paused, not hearing an answer. Strange, they should both be here. she thought, moving up stairs.

Arriving at the top, she ducked into her room to drop her jacket, followed by her blouse, onto her bed. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her minimal bra and tossed it to the side, smiling as she thought that Haruka had been right about the new underwear. Unzipping her skirt, she wiggled her hips, allowing it fall off her. Under it was the matching lace and cotton thong. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she took a step over and struck a pose like she saw in the fashion magazines that Kim and she sometimes looked at on their breaks. “Every bit as good as Haru!” she said happily, seeing her nearly-naked form in the mirror.

Grabbing her shorts and tube-top, she exited her room as she pulled her top on. Stopping at Haru's room, she slid the door back enough to see that the room was empty. “Where are they?” she wondered aloud. Moving to Ayato's door, she slid it back. Seeing the two of them inside the room froze her in place.

Ayato was sitting on his bed, sketch book on his lap, pencils in hand, sketching Haruka. That wasn't anything new, though he had never sketched her sister before. No, the thing that froze her solid was seeing Haruka posing for him. N…naked! Haru is standing there n-a-k-e-d!! thought the stunned teen. Haruka was in fact totally naked, standing in a relaxed pose, smiling as Ayato worked on the sketch. Megumi's mouth worked, but no sound came, since her brain couldn't decide on what to say or do. Why is Haru…?! But... naked?! Why doesn't Ayato want to sketch me?! ran through her mind, her body frozen. Neither of them seemed to be aware of her presence.

Megumi's eyes slowly studied her sister's face. Her older sister looked happier than she had seen her in a long, long time. Could Haru feel happy letting Ayato draw her? Or is it that this is about those gloves she meant to give her first boyfriend, but gave to him instead? she wondered. Slowly, her eyes slid down from Haru's warm eyes, to her soft smile, to her neck, then farther down. I never noticed, but Haru's really got nice breasts. she thought, frowning slightly. Maybe mine will turn out like hers. she hoped. Moving farther down her sister's naked form, Megumi looked at her for the first time.

While the two of them had seen each other naked plenty of times growing up, she had never actually looked at her sister like she was now. Seeing the slim waist of her sibling, she absently brushed her own bare midriff. She's really beautiful. admitted Megu. Will I ever be a match for her? We're sisters, so maybe… she thought, a touch desperately. Her gaze touched the small, neatly-trimmed patch above Haru's groin. She trims it carefully, and it shows. I think I`ll do the same when I get enough to worry about it. she decided. Her own bush was barely enough to be fairly called a bush, and for the moment, she didn't have enough to work with to bother with trimming. Megumi's eyes slid down her sister's legs, a twinge of jealousy welling up from inside as she saw how long and sleek they were.

Of all that her sister had that she wanted to have as well, her height and legs topped the list. Megumi was much shorter at her age than Haru had been at the same age, and her legs were shorter. Mine are nice and sexy, but short! she thought despairingly. Am I ever going to grow up like her? she wondered. Slowly, she eased back out of the room and moved back downstairs, deciding that she really wanted some ice cream. A quart of chocolate chip cookie dough sounds about right. she decided, opening the freezer.

Back in Ayato's room, the two were oblivious to Megumi's brief visit. Haruka was simply enjoying being with Ayato, and Ayato was consumed in his work, sketching her naked form with every iota of his skill. He was done with the main body, and all that was left was the shadowing and blending of the image. I should really paint her, he thought, maybe one of her and Megumi together. he amended. Charcoal and graphite can only do so much justice to her and Megu. Exhaling, he tossed his fine pencil down and reached for his wide-tip charcoal marker.

“Done?” wondered Haru. Ayato rolled his shoulders to ease their stiffness.

“Almost. You can move, though, since the main work is done. I just need to shade and blend a little.” he replied, still focused on his sketch. Haruka stepped over to his bed and sat beside him, still naked. Looking over his shoulder, she blinked.

“God, Ayato!” she breathed reverently. “I really look that good?” she wondered in awe. Ayato nodded.

“Yeah, you do.” he said, then paused to consider it. “Well, maybe you only look that good to me.” he corrected his earlier statement. Haruka smiled.

“I can live with that.” she said softly. As long as he likes what he sees, I'm fine with it! she mentally gloated. For several minutes, she watched him silently shade, blend and soften the lines, before finally dropping his charcoal pencil and gently blowing the loose particles of charcoal and graphite from the sketchbook page.

“Done.” he breathed softly, turning to see Haruka gently biting her finger, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “You ok, Haru-chan?” he asked her, concerned about her.

“I'm just fine, Ayato.” she assured him. “It's just that that is so perfect, it makes me feel happy enough to cry.” she said, her voice quivering slightly. Ayato absently put his arm around her bare shoulders, pulling her a closer to him, her bare breasts pressing to his side as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“It did turn out well.” he agreed thoughtfully. “But it's nothing compared to the real item.” he added, smiling at her. Haruka leaned up and kissed him. Ayato flipped the sketchbook closed and set it aside before taking her in his arms and kissing her back. Haruka used the shift in position to push him back onto his back, bringing herself up so she was lying on his chest, her breasts pressed to his chest as she continued to make out with him like a hormone-crazed high school girl. Ayato was getting into it as well, his hands roaming her sleek, soft back and sides.

Under her belly, she could feel his dick harden swiftly until it felt like she was lying on a steel pipe. Leering around the kiss, she eased back, her hands going to his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning it before throwing it open to reveal his bare chest. Dipping her head, she quickly sucked on his nipples, having learned that if done properly, it could get a guy hot and horny almost as fast as a blowjob. Ayato's gasp confirmed that she was doing it right.

Pulling her lips off his chest, she smiled at him. “Like that?” she asked unnecessarily. Ayato responded by grabbing her breasts and gently - yet forcefully - kneading them, her hard nipples getting extra attention from his fingers. Humming her approval, she pushed her hands down to his shorts and impatiently tugged and tore at them, the quicker to get at her prize. What felt like minutes, but was only seconds later, she lifted her hips from his long enough to push his pants and boxers down his legs. Beneath her raised hips, his erection snapped upright like it was spring-loaded.

Shifting her hips, she prepared to impale herself on his member, but stopped when Ayato spoke. “Haru, don't you want some foreplay?” he asked, his eyes slightly glazed with lust. Mutely, Haruka seized one of the hands assaulting her breasts and pulled it down to her sex. Guiding his fingers and her own along her puffy, engorged slit, she smiled.

“Does it feel like I need foreplay, Ayato?” she husked at him. Indeed, as soon as she had sat next to him, her constant state of mild arousal exploded like a firestorm into full-blown lust. She was sure that where she had sat beside him was marked with a wet spot as her pussy began to drool simply from the proximity to him. Even now, her thighs were slick with her lust.

Ayato lightly traced her drenched opening with his fingertip, pulling one of her own along with it. I think she is well past the need for foreplay. he agreed. Still, he had come to like a certain amount of time to explore the body of the girl he was with, and since that first time, he had come to desire Haruka's body more than any of the other girls' bodies. She is just more fun to be with. he mused. Haruka sidetracked his thoughts as she pulled his fingers away from her sex.

“Ready, Ayato?” she breathed in his ear. Ayato nodded, feeling the older woman lower her hips, his pulsing tip encountering her slick entrance. Intertwining his fingers with her own, he drew her forward into a kiss as she let her weight slowly impale herself on his tool. Yes! Yes! Yes! He feels so good! she gibbered to herself. Fleetingly, she remembered the box of condoms in the top drawer of her dresser. Forget it! No way am I breaking the mood now! she thought lustily, feeling her pubic bone meet his, his full length buried in her passage.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, she began to pump herself onto him, swirling her hips each few strokes as she bottomed out on him. Soft moans began to build into panting grunts as the two sped toward release with each other. Ayato leaned his head back, letting his hands settle onto her waist, a low, constant hum coming from his throat. Haruka leaned back, pushing her knees apart as did so, driving him as deeply into her as their position could manage. “Ayato!” she squeaked, feeling herself soar upward on wings of ecstasy, her pussy going wild on his trembling member.

“Haru-chan!” managed the young man, feeling his first jet splatter against the entrance to her womb, followed by a second, then a third powerful spurt before tapering off. Haruka bonelessly collapsed forward onto his chest, panting as she came down from her own orgasm. Likewise winded, Ayato stroked her short hair. Minutes passed in silence.

“Ayato?” came Haruka's soft voice.

“Hmm?”

“Do…do you think you would like to…be with me? Like boyfriend/girlfriend?” she asked him softly, eyes closed. “Could you be happy with me?” she wondered.

Ayato considered that. “I think I could be.” he admitted. Haruka opened her eyes and looked up at him from his chest.

“Even though I am twelve years older than you?” she pressed. “Even though…you aren't my first?” she asked, her eyes betraying her worry. Ayato sighed.

“It might be nice if we were the same age.” he admitted. “But, well, it doesn't really matter how old you are.” he continued. “Or even that you aren't a virgin; though it might have been nice to be your first.” he added, a faint smile twitching his lips.

“I…could pretend.” whispered Haruka. Why did I give such a precious thing to Itsuki?! Am I that weak?! she cursed her past mistakes. “Maybe make it up to you?” she offered. Ayato considered that.

“What do you mean, `pretend'? Make it up how?” he asked her. “That's kind of hard to replace, you know.” he suggested humorously. Haruka swallowed nervously. Now is when I make it or break it! she cautioned herself. I can't afford to mess this up! she thought determinedly.

“I could…” she began, only to be interrupted by sounds from below. The two heard the door open and Megu moving around. Looking at each other, they blinked, wondering if she had been there the whole time.

“Haru, Megu, Ayato, I'm back.” came the voice of the girl's uncle. Haruka spared Ayato a wide-eyed look before vaulting off him and grabbing her clothes. “Haru? Ayato?” came the professor's voice from the foot of the stairs. “Are you up there?” he asked them.

“Yes! Be right down, Uncle!” yelled back the woman as she desperately struggled into her clothes. Ayato likewise dressed with haste, though not as much panic as Haruka showed. Settling his shirt, he sighed.

Damn it! I was just getting comfortable with her, too! The rest of the evening was consumed with supper and talking with the Professor about his trip. Ayato wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not, but he thought that Megu was being awfully quite, and he was pretty sure that she kept giving him strange glances. Shrugging it off, he excused himself a little early, claiming to be tired. Oddly enough, as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep.

-

“Gah!” gasped Ayato, jerking upright in bed. Covered in sweat, he was panting and trembling. After he fell asleep that night, he had drifted into a restless slumber, re-living the initial attack on Tokyo Jupiter by TERRA. He recalled the train ride, then the crash, followed by coming to only to find Hiroko bleeding from a cut to her arm and Torigai unconscious.

`Stay here, and I'll go for help!' remembered the young man. What have I been doing since I left them on that subway car? I've been working with the ones who nearly killed them, sleeping with pretty girls, and basically doing nothing to help them! With trembling hands, he scrubbed his face clean of the sweat. “Why didn't I go back for them when I first found RahXephon?” he muttered to himself. Taking a calming breath, he tried to organize his thoughts.

Time passes slower there, so it should only have been about, what? A week? Two, at most? I can still get them out before things go too bad. So, I just…fly RahXephon there, create that `quantum corridor' thing, pop into phase with Tokyo and… Hell, where would I hide RahXephon while I am looking for them? Am I wanted by the Mu now, too? Those thugs were definitely Mulian agents, so even before I left, they were after me for something. Could I disguise myself somehow? his thoughts were interrupted by his door slipping open.

“Ayato?” came a soft, feminine voice. “Are you ok? I thought I heard you call out.” Ayato watched a dark form enter his room. In the pale light of the moon and stars, he waited for the woman to get closer. Haru or Megu? he wondered. He had discovered that the two could be hard to tell apart in certain circumstances. I wonder if they are alike in bed as well? came an errant thought.

“I'm fine, Megu.” he said softly as his eyes - adjusted to the dark - identified the younger sister. “Did I wake you?” he asked, curious if he had been that loud. Megumi stopped in front of him.

“Not really.” she said. “I was just coming out of the bathroom.” said the girl. Yeah, just tending to some business, she left unsaid. Ayato looked at her in the weak light. The younger Shitow sister was dressed in a thin, short robe-like thing that covered her from her neck to just below her groin, but was so thin that the light of the moon made it almost transparent. He could see that she was wearing panties, but nothing else under it. He also realized that it was loose on her, not being tied shut like it was apparently supposed to be, the two sets of strings dangling neglected from the edges of the front.

Megu noticed his attention on her. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she spoke. “What are you looking at?” her tone was slightly edgy, but she didn't sound too upset. “Trying for a free show?” taunted Megu. Ayato shook his head.

“Actually, I was thinking that if the moon didn't move for a couple of hours, I could capture this image.” he said. “You look beautiful by moonlight, Megu-chan.” he said honestly. The girl did look beautiful. She also looked uncannily like Hiroko Asahina, reminding him of what had woken him to begin with.

“Ayato?” came the voice of Haru from the doorway. “Did you have a nightmare?” wondered the elder sister, stepping into the room. Megumi turned to look at her older sister and blinked. Haruka was wearing panties, but that was all. She used to wear a shirt to bed, but I guess she doesn't any more. thought the younger sister.

“Just a bad dream, Haru.” replied Ayato. “Sorry to wake you.” he added. Haruka stopped behind Megumi, her hand coming to rest on her sister's shoulder.

“It's nothing,” said the taller sister, “I'm a light sleeper - as Megu knows.” she added, gently squeezing her younger sibling's shoulder. Megumi knew how light a sleeper her sister was. Back when they were still new to only having each other, she had constantly awoken in tears. Every time, Haru was there in moments. For a long time, she had only been able to sleep knowing that if she needed her, her older sister would be there for her.

“You're also standing here nearly naked.” muttered the younger girl. “Since you're fine, I'll see you tomorrow, Ayato.” she said, turning for the door. Haruka leaned to the side to let her pass. As she did, Megu let her fingers brush along Haru's forearm. Neither one needed to speak; they knew each other so well that they were nearly telepathic at times.

“Megu,” said Haruka softly, “would you let Ayato sketch you sometime?” she asked her younger sister. Megumi paused.

“I…I'll think about it.” she said, exiting the room. Haruka silently slid the door shut. Looking at Ayato, she wondered if she should stay, leave or crawl into bed with him. The young man was staring at the door, but not seeing it, lost in thought.

“Ayato?” she whispered. Blinking, he looked at her. “Do you…want me to stay?” asked the woman. For a moment, Ayato was still before silently lifting the sheet. Haruka swiftly slipped into bed with him. Hugging herself to him, she waited for him to say something, but he was silent. Haruka fell asleep without hearing a word from him. Not that she cared; his arms were holding her snugly and she could feel his heartbeat against her cheek.

-

Megumi walked along the edge of the outer bay, a cold soda in her hands, thinking. She had evening shift today, and since that morning, she had been wrestling with a choice. It had all started when she had gone to check on Ayato, only to find his bed empty and him gone. She had started to turn for the door, but her eyes rested on the sketchbook by his bed.

Unable to resist, she had sat on the edge of his bed before picking up the large book. Settling it on her lap, she opened it and began to look through it. Odd, I had never thought to look at it before, and all I had seen of his sketches was that one of the girl he calls Reika. mused the teenager, pausing to watch the bay. That morning, she had taken the time to look at it from start to finish, studying each page. He's really good. she thought, remembering the detail and perfect proportions of each of his sketches. They looked so realistic they almost moved.

She had stopped on the last full page. It was the one of her older sister posing naked for him. The younger girl had sat there, staring at the sketch for a long time. It wasn't until her uncle called her to tell her that breakfast was getting cold that she realized that she had been looking at the drawing for more than a half hour. Swiftly putting the book back, she had ran to the bathroom to get ready for the day, yelling at her uncle that she would be right down.

Ever since then, she had been unable to push the remarks from her sister from her mind. I wonder if I should pose for him. she mused. I mean, he's really good, and that one of Haru would win art contests the world over! And it's just Ayato, so it wouldn't be an issue to pose for him naked, right? She sipped her cold drink. But naked?! Could I really stand there, bare-ass naked, while he sketched me? What would he think about me? Are my breasts too small? Maybe I don't have enough hips yet to pose. And I don't have much hair down there, either! Ayato might laugh at me. Her insecurities were not silent in her debate.

Seeing a stone bench near by, she sat down, still pondering the issue. But, he wasn't kidding when he said I looked beautiful by moonlight. Could he really see me like he sees her? This was a new thought to her, since she had always thought that everyone saw her as Haruka's kid sister, and compared her against her older sibling. She was convinced that when people compared the two of them side by side, they were unimpressed with her. I'm short, flat and underdeveloped, but Ayato never says anything about that. Maybe he does like me! At least, he doesn't see me as being `Haruka's kid sister'. Absently, she toyed with her nearly-empty glass of soda. “He might…like me.” she murmured.

Hearing her watch beep, she looked at the sky. Almost time for my shift, she thought, grabbing her cell phone as she stood. Punching in a pre-programmed number, she held the phone to her ear. Several rings came and went, but no one picked up. Frowning, she lowered the phone. “That's strange.” she muttered, checking the number to make sure she hadn't accidentally dialed the wrong one. “Where could…?” he question was interrupted by the master alarm sounding all through the city.

Turning to look at the TERRA command building, she saw the water column that housed RahXephon suddenly erupt in steam like a volcano, the giant mecha rising from the tower at full power, glowing like a sun. “Ayato.” breathed Megumi. She was already running for her post before she even considered what he could be doing.

-

“Well, I'm glad it wasn't anything serious, Ayato.” said Maya, driving him home from the hospital. Ayato sat in the back of his mother's sedan, looking out the window. He had come to in the hospital to find that his mother was sitting by his bed, asking him if he remembered anything. He tried, but it was all fuzzy.

“Still, what you were doing trying to skateboard down that flight of stone steps is beyond me.” said the woman, her eyes watching him in the rearview mirror. Ayato looked out the window.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “me, too.” he agreed. I don't know why, but this feels…wrong. he thought to himself. It's almost like I woke up from a really realistic dream. What was it that I was dreaming about? he wondered, trying to remember. Maya increased the speed of the car a little.

“Boys will be boys, I suppose.” she soothed. Ayato gave no sign he heard her. Watching the people go by, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

“Megu?” he breathed. Maya's lips tightened.

“Who?” she asked carefully. Ayato blinked.

“Hiroko.” he replied. “I've introduced you to her before, mom.” he said, frowning. Who is Megu? And why would I think of that name when I see Hiroko? he wondered. “Can you stop the car for a minute, mom?” he asked her.

“What for?” asked Maya. “We're almost home.” she pointed out.

“I just wanted to let them know that I'm ok.” said the young man. “Besides, it's only two blocks to the house. I'll just walk it with them.” he said, tugging on the door latch. Smothering a grimace, Maya Kamina smoothly pulled over, Ayato already out the door before the car came to a complete stop.

“Ayato!” yelled Hiroko, jogging up to him. “Where have you been, you big idiot?!” she demanded hotly. Ayato frowned.

“I hit my head when I tried to skateboard down that flight of steps, remember?” he prompted her. “I just got released by the doctors at the hospital.” he added. For a moment, Hiroko had this baffled look on her face. Then, Torigai spoke up.

“Sure we remember!” he agreed easily. “I can't believe you thought you'd try skateboarding by doing something so rash!” he laughed at his friend. Hiroko's expression vanished, replaced by an easy smile.

“Well, that's Ayato for you!” she giggled. “So, heading home?” she asked him. Ayato blinked.

“Home?” he breathed. That sounds so familiar. he thought. Was it in that dream or what? he tried to recall.

“Home, stupid.” muttered Hiroko. “You know, the house where you live?” she teased him. Ayato snorted at that.

“I know what a home is, thank you, Asahina.” he replied with as much dignity as he could. Hiroko giggled and grabbed his arm.

“Come on,” she said, “we'll walk you there to make sure you don't get lost again. Right, Torigai?” she ordered the third musketeer.

“Of course we'll see him back home safe and sound.” agreed Mamoru, his eyes touching the dark sedan. Silently, the car pulled away from the cub, leaving Ayato with his friends.

-

“The procedure was not completely successful.” said Maya flatly, entering the command post. Her two subordinates, Shinobu Miwa and Masayoshi Kuki traded looks.

“There was never a guarantee that the process would work.” pointed out Kuki.

“I am aware of that.” retorted Maya. “But if Olin regains those memories from outside, it will jeopardize our control of him and RahXephon.” she reminded them. “Without RahXephon's power, we are just wasting time.” she said tightly.

“Is it possible to repeat the procedure again?” asked Shinobu. Maya shook her head.

“Too much, and he will not be able to pilot RahXephon, which is no better than if he recovers his memories.” she explained. Shinobu slowly nodded.

“I see. What are your plans, ma'am?” she asked the leader of the Mu. Maya sighed.

“The only real option we have is to either keep his memories from coming back, or to convince him that he was mistaken about TERRA.” said the woman. I can't help but wonder if my sister has Tuned him or not. If not, we might be able to bring him to our side. If, however, she had taught him the song, we can only kill him. she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by Kuki's voice.

“If I may ask, ma'am,” he began blandly, “where is he at the moment?” he wondered. Maya smirked.

“He is home,” she said simply, “with his…friends.” she added. Agent Torigai is keeping watch on him and Hiroko. she thought. Lately, the girl's behavior had been worrying her. If Asahina is breaking free of her bond, then it could mean Ayato will be able to overpower the song. she thought. “Shinobu, I need you to increase the carrier pulse in the house immediately.” she said. “Not too much mind you, but enough to make sure that he doesn't break free when I'm not there.” she ordered. The small, short-haired woman nodded.

“Yes, ma'am.” she said. “I'll get right on it.” she added. Maya turned to look at Kuki.

“Don't you need to be looking for those TERRA agents that breached the barrier shortly after Ayato came back?” she suggested to him. The man blinked.

“Yes, ma'am.” he said, saluting her and moving quickly for the exit. Once had had been gone for a bit, Maya stood and moved behind Shinobu.

“What new orders do you have for me?” asked the former human woman, turning to smile slightly at her boss.

“Perceptive as always, Shinobu.” congratulated the Mulian Commander.

“Whenever you send a senior aide to tend to menial tasks, it means you want to talk to me alone.” shrugged the woman. “I assume this is about Ayato?” she asked her boss. Maya nodded.

“In the event that Ayato recovers his memory, we will need to take some immediate measures to keep him under our control.” said the woman. Shinobu waited patiently. “If he should break free, you are to do whatever is necessary to retain his attention; as will I. Do you understand my meaning?” asked the commander. Shinobu nodded.

“Yes, ma'am.” she said crisply. Maya straightened up and moved toward the exit.

“I'm glad we understand each other, Shinobu.” she said.

-

Ayato rubbed his temples. His head had been hurting since he got home, and now, three days later, it was driving him mad. Also odd, his mother had been home more in the last three days than in the previous three years put together. Growling in annoyance, he grabbed his jacket and moved toward the front door.

“Going out, Ayato?” came his mother's voice.

“Yeah.” replied Ayato, tugging on his light jacket. “I'm meeting up with my friends for a movie.” he said, exiting the house. Quickly jogging to the train station, he rode to where he was supposed to meet up with his friends. What he didn't tell his mother was that it was an hour before they were supposed to meet up. Arriving at the spot, he blinked when he saw Hiroko walking up. “Hiroko? It's an hour early.” he said, stopping in front of her.

“Ayato?” she mumbled, obviously having been lost in thought. “Oh, I was just thinking. Do you know what the time is?” she asked him.

“Um, well, sure, Megu.” he said automatically feeling for his cell phone. Not feeling it in his pocket, he frowned. “Sorry, I seem to have forgotten my phone.” he said.

“Megu? Phone?” wondered Hiroko, blinking at him. “Who is Megu and since when do you have a cell phone?” she wondered. Ayato frowned.

“I…don't know.” he breathed. There it is again! Who is Megu?! he thought. Hiroko had a thoughtful expression on her face.

“Ayato, want to have some ice cream?” she asked him. He nodded.

“Sure. Lead the way, Hiroko.” he said. She turned toward a side street, taking his arm as she usually did when Torigai wasn't immediately near them. Without thinking about it, he draped his arm around her waist and gently hugged her.

Having found a small shop, he bought her a cone and got a cup of chocolate chip cookie dough for himself. Moving to a small bench, the two sat together, side by side, to enjoy their ice cream. Hiroko slowly licked her ice cream, and the sight of her delicate pink tongue slipping out to sample the ice cream made Ayato's dick stir.

“You keep licking it like that, Hiroko,” he said, his tone joking, “and I'll want you to lick something of mine.” he teased her.

“Really?” she asked him, turning to look at him. He was taken by surprise by the serious look in her eyes. “I…just might.” she said, her cheeks a bit warm. Something is bothering her. he thought, as certain of that as if she had said it aloud.

“What's wrong, Asahina?” he asked her directly. She shook her head.

“I…don't know.” she said. “It's just lately, it feels like everything should be different, but I can't figure out how it should be different. It's almost like the world is changing around me, but I can't see how it is changing. Maybe I'm going insane; I don't know.” she said. Ayato set aside his empty cup and gently took her hands in his.

“Strange as it may sound, I feel the same way.” he said softly. “I keep having these strange dreams, and calling you `Megu', even though I know you aren't her and I don't have a clue who she is.” he admitted. Hiroko squeezed his hand.

“I…I'm glad I'm not the only one.” she whispered. Slowly, she leaned into him. Ayato leaned in toward her as well, meeting her lips with his own and slipping into a deep kiss with her, his experience allowing him to be calm and enjoy it. It was several heartbeats before Hiroko broke the kiss.

“Wow, Ayato!” she breathed. “If I didn't know better, I would say you have been practicing.” Her eyes sparkled like they used to.

“Well, you seem to have improved some yourself.” he teased back. “Torigai been moving in on you while I was away?” he teased her.

“Well, technically he is my boyfriend.” pouted Hiroko. “And what do you mean `while you were away'?” she wondered. Ayato blinked.

“I said that?” he asked. Hiroko nodded. “I can't think why I would have.” he mumbled. Why I am so sure that I was away? he wondered. A soft hand on his cheek brought him back to the moment.

“Can we get back to the kissing now?” asked Hiroko, her blush stronger. Ayato nodded, leaning into her and wrapping his arms around her chest as he pulled her to him. Hiroko sighed as she melted against him.

-

Haruka stood at attention before the Commander's desk. Kunugi had been relieved of command and that creepy Isshiki guy was now in charge. Haruka and Elvy had just gotten back from Tokyo Jupiter and the failed attempt to recover Ayato. Beside her, Elvy stood at attention as well.

“I honestly don't know how this can be looked at in any favorable light, Captains.” said the man, his tone disdainful and superior. “Not only did you fail to prevent Kamina from returning to Tokyo Jupiter with the artifact, but you failed to retrieve him or silence him, as well.” said the man. Neither woman said anything.

“I wonder if he wasn't the only Mulian agent in TERRA.” mused the man. Haruka and Elvy made no reply to that, either. Hiding a scowl at their lack of reaction to his attitude, he leaned back in the chair that had been Kunugi's until recently. “The former commander might have tolerated your insubordination, Captains, but I will not.” he said coldly. “Consider yourselves confined to your quarters until further notice. Your pay is being docked, and pending an enquiry, you will be subjected to further discipline.” he said. Neither said a word or even looked at him. “I expect total obedience.” he said crisply. “Dismissed.” he said. Both saluted and marched out of the office.

“Looks like we have some drinking time.” said Elvy as they moved out of TERRA headquarters. Haruka nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry about getting you involved, Elvy.” she said softly. Elvy shook her head.

“I could have turned back, or kicked you off the plane, you know.” she pointed out. “No, I chose to go forward.” she said simply. In silence, the two made their way to the street. “Haru?” said Elvy softly just before the two turned toward their respective homes.

“Yes?” replied Haruka.

“Don't get too depressed about Ayato.” said the darker-skinned woman. “I don't think he'll be staying there.” she said. Haruka blinked at her.

“Really?” she asked, curious. “Why not?” she asked her old friend.

“Because I think he has out-grown it.” said the other woman softly.

-

Ayato looked at the girl in the sundress. He had tried several time since the make out session with Hiroko to go back to painting, but for some reason, he had been unable to do so. Now, two days later, he had willed himself to drag the cover off the work on the easel. The woman in the painting was standing on a broken concrete slab, looking out over a stormy, dark sea. Her light, thin sundress blowing fitfully in the obvious winds, as was her long, dark brown hair. For some reason, this image made his head hurt.

Rubbing his temples, he forced himself to look at the image. This feels…familiar. he thought through the mounting pain in his head. Like I have done this before; or seen her before. Is this a memory? Or a premonition of what will happen? He hissed as his mind felt like it was going to explode. Who is she?! Is she Megu? he wondered, his groan turning in a single-note hum.

The pressure in his mind eased a little. No, she doesn't look like she would be named Megu. he thought, unconsciously humming louder. She looks more like…a Reika. He blinked. “Reika!” he gasped, the pressure vanishing from his mind. “I know her!” he breathed. How I could have mistaken her for Megu-chan…!! He began to smile. “Megu-chan.” he whispered, his smile growing sharp. Oh, this is much better! he silently gloated. From downstairs, he heard his mother arrive home.

“Ayato,” called his mother, “I'm home. Are you here?” she asked. Ayato turned and walked calmly down the stairs.

“Yes, Maya.” he said evenly. “I am here. And I have some questions for you.” he said. His mother made no reply. Reaching the foot of the stairs, he saw her standing just inside the door, her expression serious.

“You remember.” was all she said.

“Yes.” he agreed. Maya sighed.

“We might as well eat while we talk.” said the woman, rustling the bag in her hand. Ayato debated the wisdom of that, but chose to risk it, as he was hungry for the first time in a long time.

“As you wish.” he said. The two moved to the kitchen table, where Maya swiftly set out the store-bought food. Sitting down opposite him, she began to eat, her eyes on him. Ayato swiftly finished his food off and sat back, watching her eat. “Any particular thing you wanted to start with?” asked Maya, setting her own chopsticks aside.

“You are Mulian.” he said flatly. She nodded.

“I am.” she said. “In fact, I am the Supreme Commander of the Mu.” she added.

“You are not my mother.” he said. For a moment, she considered him.

“If by `mother',” she began, “you mean the woman who gave birth to you, then no, I am not.” she said.

“Why?” asked Ayato.

“Believe me, if I could have given birth to you, Ayato, I would have.” she assured him. “But, things did not go according to plan.” she said, her tone nearly indifferent.

“Plan?” asked Ayato, frowning. “You mean, you're plan to destroy humanity?” he asked her. Maya frowned.

“That would depend on your perspective, Ayato.” she said. “It isn't in our best interest to destroy humanity.” she went on. “Rather, our goals have always been to unite the two branches and restore order to the world.”

“Unite?” wondered Ayato. “How do you think you will do that? They don't like you out there.” he noted. “In fact, the first thing I saw out there was a newspaper screaming for a full nuclear strike on Tokyo.” he said.

“It would be no more than an empty gesture.” dismissed Maya. “Nuclear fire cannot penetrate the barrier.”

“So, you propose to stay in here forever?” challenged Ayato. Maya shook her head.

“No. We are nearly ready to move out of here.” she explained. “Since humans have devised a way to get limited numbers of their machines through the barrier, we will have to confront them sooner, rather than later.”

“I'm telling you now, Maya,” warned Ayato, “there are those I care for, and things I will not give up!” he growled. Maya smiled at him.

“No one is asking you to.” she said. Standing, she made her way around to his chair. Crouching behind him, she hugged him from behind, her lips next to his ear. “I would never ask you to give up your `harem'.” she breathed. Ayato felt his dick stir at the memory of Say-chan, Kim-chan and Haru-chan. “I told you before, Ayato,” continued the woman, her voice gaining timbre and tone, “we are not planning to destroy humanity, but to unite our two races.” Her tongue teased his earlobe. “You yourself are proof that we can do so.” she pointed out.

“M..me?” managed Ayato, swallowing hard, his pants tenting from the actions of the woman behind him.

“Yes. You are neither human, nor Mulian. You posses our Mu-phase, but your blood is red.” she explained, her fingers slowly moving down to brush delicately against his groin. Feeling his hard length, she smiled to herself. “It would be no different with those girls.” she whispered in his ear before her tongue slipped between his lips. Instinctively, Ayato responded to the kiss.

Feeling him respond, she moved around, never breaking the kiss, so that she was kneeling by his side. With her fingers, she turned his head to give him a full kiss, her other hand working on his pants. Soon, she had his hard member free, and was stroking it with her hand. Easing herself to her feet, she moved in front of him, feeling him suck on her tongue as she eased back from the kiss. Leaning forward, he aggressively pushed his tongue into her welcoming mouth. Smiling to herself, she released his dick long enough to pull her dress up and grab her panties.

With one hand, she jerked the bows at her hips loose, the tie-on panties dropping to the floor. She could feel her own arousal as she swiftly ran a finger along her slit before seizing his dick again. Pumping it slowly, she carefully found a place for her left leg on his right side, making sure she had a secure footing before moving her right leg up beside his left leg. This allowed her bring her hips into position, as well as giving him access to her wet lower passage.

Wiggling her hips, she felt his wide, soft tip nestle into her wet folds. Moving her hand behind his neck, she sank down onto his length, feeling him stretch her passage as she did so. Hmm. This is much better than Torigai or Kuki. thought the woman, smiling as she flicked her legs off the chair, dropping her completely onto his member. I bet those human girls wouldn't want to give this up either!

Ayato grabbed her hips as she leaned back and began to grind her groin against him. Maya was happily purring now as she began to build a rhythm. Taking one hand off her hips, he tugged on the buttons holding her top on, and before he knew it, he had it open, revealing her breasts in a lacy bra. Not seeing a clasp in the front, he ran his hand around to her back, and located the catch for the bra, swiftly undoing it, freeing her breasts. “Ayato!” breathed the woman, smiling at him lustfully even as she grabbed the bra with one hand and jerked it off her chest, dropping it to the floor.

Ayato decided to take control of the situation before she got too far ahead of him. Holding tight to her hips, he grunted as he stood and lifted her up, pushing her onto the table on her back, her legs still locked around his hips. Good thing this table is just the right height! he thought fleetingly, hearing one or two of the empty containers fall to the floor as the Mulian woman got situated. Ayato took the time to look down, seeing a nest of neatly formed hair around her slick entrance, his dick pushing into her slickness. Beginning to pump into her faster, he leaned forward and trapped a nipple with his mouth, one of his hands grabbing the other. Practice with Say-chan paid off.

“Feels good, Ayato!” shrieked Maya, feeling him building his pace. “Yes! Fuck me like that!” she ordered, feeling him pick up the pace yet again. “Blow your load in me! Cum in me hard, Ayato!” she growled, feeling herself nearing the edge. Ayato was hammering her like a jackhammer now, nearly there himself. “Fill me up, Olin!” keened Maya, feeling her orgasm explode from her pussy. Ayato drove into her once more, then held still, deep inside her, his sac jerking as he did as she asked, flooding her with his cum.

Staggering back, Ayato collapsed back onto his chair again, pants and boxers around his ankles. Looking at Maya, he saw that a think strand of mixed cum was seeping from her tender sex. Weakly, the woman moved, finally sitting up before pushing off from the table to kneel in front of Ayato. “That was incredible, Ayato.” said the woman, her tone warm and inviting. Leaning forward, she licked his cum-soaked dick before engulfing it in her mouth, intent on reviving it. “How about round two?” she purred, feeling life return to his member. Eagerly sucking him, she soon had him back to full stand.

“How about we take this to your bedroom?” suggested Ayato, horny again. Maya stood and smiled at him, holding out her hand.

“Sounds delicious.” she purred, leading him to her room. The two quickly climbed the stairs and entered Maya's bedroom. Ayato had never had occasion to go in there before, so he took a moment to look around. At first glance, it was a normal bedroom. But, looking closer, he saw the strange art on the walls, the odd shape of the walls themselves and a few items on her dresser that looked distinctly out of place.

His survey was interrupted by Maya guiding him down on the bed before kneeling between his legs. The Mulian woman smiled at him before leaning forward and down to inhale his dick to the root. Moaning, Ayato closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations from his dick. Since he had not gone soft from her earlier oral efforts, it was the work of mere minutes for her to restore him to full stand. Easing back from his member, she sensuously, slowly, licked her lips, severing the thin strands of drool that linked her full lips to his erect dick. “Ready?” she asked him softly, her tone inviting and very horny.

Instead of responding verbally, Ayato took her shoulder in his hands and pulled her on the bed, face down, as he stood and turned to face her. Guessing what he was after, she scrambled around to get on her hands and knees as she felt him kneel on the bed behind her. Her guess was validated when she felt his hands settle on her hips, his tip slipping slickly across her slit. “Mmm.” she hummed, feeling his tip settle into position at her entrance. Ayato leaned forward once he was sure his tip was centered at her entrance.

“Ready, Maya?” he said, his lips next to her ear.

“Yes.” she replied immediately. “Ready and willing.”

Ayato pushed forward swiftly, slipping easily into her warmed-up sex. Maya feels good, but I think I prefer Haru-chan. he decided, beginning to pump into the blue-blooded woman's slick entrance. She's really slick. he realized, easily able to glide into and out of her passage. Tight, but slick; now that's a good combination! Grinning slightly, he shifted forward a little, never slacking his pace, so he could slide his hands up her waist and to her chest. Reaching her breasts, he captured them and began to knead them, his fingers plying the skills he had learned with Say-chan, Kim and Haru. Mulian or not, she reacted the same way.

Feeling his climax approaching, he reluctantly abandoned her breasts, earning him a whine of discontentment from her. Rebalanced, he began to furiously hammer into her, holding her hips tight. With a shriek, she came, her body trembling as an aria came from her throat. Hearing the aria, Ayato gritted his teeth, feeling pressure on his mind like before, but subtly different. Without realizing it, he hummed a counter-melody, seeking to counter the aria's impact on him.

What neither of them realized was that the interplay of the two conflicting songs would cause a spike in their sexual arousal. Catching them both off guard, Ayato exploded in her greedy passage, flooding her with a deluge of cum. So much, in fact, that it spurted out around his shaft before falling to the bedspread and down her thighs. Maya enjoyed another hard, fast orgasm as he felt him fill her. Both lovers froze as their respective orgasms seized control of their bodies.

Slowly, Ayato slumped over, coming to rest next to his partner, panting. Maya's legs had lost strength to support herself and she had slid down to lay on her stomach. As Ayato caught his breath, he found himself looking at the naked body of the Mulian woman who had tried to be his mother. I wonder if this would be considered incest? he wondered idly. No, I suppose not, since she isn't my mother; hell, she isn't even human! That thought brought a small frown to his face. But, if she isn't human, what am I? he wondered.

 

End Chapter 5