Chapter 3 - On Death Gods: Final Chapter

                                                    On Death Gods
                                                       by Volpone

                                                        Chapter 3

          The sound of cart wheels and small bells had been growing closer for the last couple of minutes,

and now ceased as the cart stopped out front. Quinn had been expecting it since he had arranged for
the delivery himself. He had specified for it to be delivered at dusk, and his carter seemed to be a
punctual man. In his experience, it paid to be generous.
          Sure enough, the twin Beefy Boys announced from outside the screen, “Lady, there is a man
here who says he was paid to make a delivery here at sunset.”
          Pulling on his discarded kimono, Quinn informed the hostess, “That would be my doing.”
          When the women looked at him, he explained, “I knew if I were here this long, we'd likely need more
supplies.” He held up the now empty bottle of excellent sake he'd brought as his original peace
offering.
          Val made the barest effort to pull her robe over herself. Cannon had managed to make herself
just barely more presentable. Somehow, Freedom had produced a black and brown outfit lighter than
her own skin that left her shoulders and upper back bare but covered her chest and legs, looking both
attractive and functional.
          Once everyone was semi-presentable, Cannon ordered, “Bring it in.”
          The screen slid aside and the massive twins entered, each carrying two extra-large bottles of
sake from the same excellent maker as earlier, followed by the carter who held several packages
wrapped in paper and twine.
          Quinn rose and helped unload the men. The packages he peaked inside and when he had
determined the contents, handed one to each woman.
          “Tokens of appreciation,” he said by way of explanation as he paid the carter the second half of
his fee and the three men discretely bowed themselves out of the room.
          Freedom looked at him with an amused but curious expression. Under some circumstances, she
would have been very suspicious of any man who anticipated her comings and goings... well, any but
one.
          “You knew I would be here?”
          With a disarming smile, he told her, “Hoped rather than knew.”
          Quinn was fully aware that his original cover story of meeting a thug and a shinigami earlier
would not stretch to fit such incredible foresight as he was about to demonstrate, regardless of it's being
true. Credulity would only stretch so far. He could only hope that between the sake and the sex, both
the women he'd told his tale to would either be inebriated enough or kindly disposed towards him to
not make too much a deal of it.
          It appeared he was correct, though each woman had different reasons for it.
          Each package contained several articles of clothing picked to fit each woman's taste and size,
brought from the World of the Living. Each of them included several items of rather scandalous attire,
plus a swimsuit, and a piece of lingerie.
          For Cannon, the swimsuit was a red bikini top with a minimal white cache-sexe bottom. Her
lingerie was a very dominant looking red bustier.
          Valley tore into her package with a squeal, bringing forth a stylish designer black pleather
micro-miniskirt, a bare midriff tank top that would show plenty of “underboob”, a pale pink floral
bikini minimum that would cover just enough to prevent her getting an X-rating, and a lace and satin
bustier in the same shade of pink as her kimono scarf.
          While watching Quinn's reactions to all this, Freedom unwrapped her package which included a
shiny deep purple stretch jump suit that would fit like a coat of paint, an orange bikini just a bit less
revealing than Valley's with brighter orange and green patterning, and an exquisite purple bustier that
looked like silk.
          Val didn't rise but made a long arm, grabbed Quinn by the ankle and half-pulled, half-crawled
over to throw her arms around him once again and plant a very appreciative kiss on him as she bore
him back to the mat.
          “I'm just glad he brought more sake,” said Cannon, completely refusing to even consider any
such display of appreciation even if she was a bit flattered by his gift.
          Waiting until Valley broke from trading saliva with Quinn long enough to catch her breath,
Freedom tapped her friend on the shoulder and said pointedly, “Give the man a chance to recover
before you start on round two, will you?” Val gave a moan of only partially-faked disappointment but
rolled over to take the sake bottle being held out to her by her friend.
          “Tell me something about yourself, Kwin-san. I've never seen you before and I don't recall
hearing your name. What brings you to Rukongai?” She actually poured a cup of sake for herself
rather than drink directly from the bottle, not that she was above such behavior.
          “Let me see... I'm a traveler... a student of people and world culture... occasionally an artist...”
          “A soldier?” she asked.
          For the first time that evening, she saw a slight frown come to his normally smiling face. It was
an expression that expressed mild disagreement rather than distaste.
          “No more so than yourself, I would judge. A soldier follows orders or gives them, fights for
causes he may not believe in personally, and kills routinely as a part of his job or ends up dead himself.
          “I kill only if given no other choice. To me, killing means an unacceptable lack of planning on
my part. I only fight for causes I believe in, and I don't follow orders worth a damn, though requests I
often accept. I do, however, pursue what I feel is right most vigorously.”
          “It seems we have much in common,” she nodded.
          “I am unsurprised to hear so, my lady.”
          She found herself interested in this stranger who just minutes ago had been sodomizing her
friend, and if she was any judge, he had been equally intimate with their hostess earlier. A man who
had somehow gained Cannon's respect enough to be invited into her home... who could either seduce or
be seduced by both her female friends without displays of jealousy or possessiveness... who was at
home naked in front of a strange female... He reminded her of two gentlemen she respected and liked
greatly. He had a compelling quality about him that made her wonder if he could possibly be as good a
lover as Valley's behavior seemed to indicate. Freedom loved sex, but regardless of gender, she seldom
ran across anyone who was compatible, interesting enough and available.
          Besides, she liked a challenge.
          “Do you gamble?” she asked. It was the best question she could manage that gave him such
leeway to answer in so many ways. If he turned it into a sexual inquiry, he was a bit too eager for her
taste.
          “Money? Never. No interest. Gambling is only interesting if the winning or losing makes a
difference. Thrill seeking? My life is exciting enough without actively making it more-so. If I bet, I
prefer to bet on myself and then I can control the odds, and nobody else suffers if I bet wrong.”
          “And how often do you bet wrong?” she prompted.
          He smiled and shrugged. “Almost never. That 'lack of planning' thing I was talking about. If I
bet wrong in some cases, I don't come back. And as you can see...” He let the phrase trail off,
gesturing to indicate his continued good health.
          “You're that good?” she prodded, giving him another opportunity to either be arrogant or
lecherous.
          Again, he didn't take the bait. In fact, he turned it back on her.
          “What is it you're asking about?”
          Smiling, she admitted, “I'm not sure. Simply making conversation,” and she took another drink
of sake.
          “Talk talk talk...” said Cannon, who was now relaxing back, her one arm wrapped possessively
around her jug of sake. “Are you two going to fuck or not?”
          “I just got here,” laughed Freedom. What she did NOT say was “No.”
          “Well, hurry up before I fall asleep or the sake runs out. I want some damned entertainment...”

          Without really knowing why she did so, Freedom asked him, “Well... what do you think?”
          “About what?”
          “Shall we give her what she wants?”
          “She got what she wanted earlier, I assure you,” Quinn said with a grin that said everything his
words did not. “The question is: what do you want?”
          “I wasn't sure you were interested,” she replied.
          He gave her a look saying he clearly didn't believe her.
          Reaching over and picking up the purple bustier she had unwrapped earlier, he pointed out,
          “You're not a stupid woman. When a man gives a woman something like this, it's not because his
interest is purely intellectual.”
          “True,” she agreed. She took the lingerie from his hand and asked, “Shall I model this for
you?”
          “I'd enjoy that greatly,” he admitted.
          That concluded negotiations.
          She stood and began to disrobe slowly, wondering what had prompted her to do this. She
wasn't a slut, and she certainly wasn't as prone to casual sex as her blonde friend. She usually liked
teasing men who she knew wouldn't take her up on what she seemed to be offering. Oh, she would
never turn a man down if they took her seriously, but that hadn't happened in a very long time. Still,
she had enjoyed casual flings in the past, and some had turned out to be much more than that.
          While this was running through the back of her head, she watched Quinn to gauge his reaction.
Before, he had seen her naked and had chosen not to notice. Now he was clearly watching her, but his
expression wasn't an anxious one. He looked patient, smiling appreciatively as if enjoying a
performance put on for his enjoyment... which she had to admit it was.
          She stepped out of her current outfit, standing there in nothing but her hair tie. Glancing at him
briefly but not stopping, she loosened the laces and stepped into the bustier, then pulled it up to her
hips. At this point, it stopped, unable to make it passed her wonderfully-rounded derriere. With a smile
that might have been just the slightest bit self-conscious, she loosened the laces a bit more and then
wriggled it up over her hips. Once over this obstacle, it slid easily up around her waist. Settling it into
position, she cinched in the laces until it fit properly, tied them off, then performed the adjustments
needed such as the mandatory cleavage fluff.
          When she had finished, she stood, looked at Quinn and held her arms out to the side, raising one
knee slightly in a pose as ancient as the female form. She turned around so he could enjoy the back
view as well, then turned back to face him.
          “Well?” she prompted.
          With a sincere smile, he said, “Exquisite. I should shop for you more often.”
          “Don't think you'll always get a reward like this if you do.”
          “Never,” he said, and somehow she believed him, probably because he was telling the truth.
          He held out a hand to her, inviting her to join him on the mat.
          “Milady...”
          She didn't hesitate, but crossed the two steps that separated them, let him take her hand and
draw her down until they were both kneeling, facing one another.
          His other hand came up and cupped the side of her face as he looked into her golden eyes.
          “Thank you,” he told her softly.
          “Thank you,” she replied.
          And then he kissed her. His lips brushed hers, and he released the hold on her hand so he might
run his fingers gently down her spine. It gave her goosebumps and she gave the gentlest sigh as he did.
She met his kiss and they slowly grew to know just how similar they were by how they kissed.
          The kiss broke and started again, gaining in strength ever so slowly. She started teasing his lips with
just the tip of her tongue while he began nipping at her lips with his.
          It went on this way for almost ten minutes, their kiss gaining in passion a bit at a time until, by
the end of the kiss, she was pushing the kimono off him and fumbling for his tie, and he was wrapping
one hand into her large ponytail and pulling her firmly to him, crushing breasts against him that were
just a tiny bit smaller than the other women, but still more than abundant. She was breathing hard as
she finished getting his clothes out of the way, pushing him back so she could start kissing her way
across his masculine chest.
          Freedom was trying to take her time, but she had to admit she was more sexually excited than
she could recall in recent memory. He was strong and patient, sensuous and attentive, never rushing
and never trying to rush her.
          He let her push him back, allowing her to take the lead as her lips and tongue trekked down, her
breasts rubbing against his skin as she moved. Slowly criss-crossing his chest, then his abdomen, then
his pelvis, finally her lips began to ever-so-gently caress the front of his already erect cock.
          Before she could go any further, he put a hand beside her face and raised her up a bit.
          “Just a second... please...” he told her. Without rising, he found the silk cloth he had used
earlier, again splashed a goodly bit of sake onto the cloth and wiped himself down thoroughly.
          “There. That should be better.”
          “That wasn't necessary”, she told him, letting him know she had done things of a similar nature
before.
          “Perhaps not,” he replied, “but a courtesy that takes no time anyway.”
          Looking up at him from the proximity of his crotch, she asked ingenuously, “Now, what was I
doing before?”
          Taking her face between his hands, he gently turned her face down and guided her to what was
next, with her opening her moist, full lips and wrapping them happily around his cock.
          Not letting her do all the work, Quinn touched her on the inside of her thigh, letting her know
he wanted her to move without words. He steered her around until she was kneeling over his face, and
as he filled each hand with a fabulous breast, she lowered herself down enough for him to bring his
mouth up and bestow upon her sweet brown pussy a loving kiss.
          They both seemed to be rather orally fixated because they both kept at it for twenty minutes.
She had gone from playfully kissing and licking the shaft all the way to sucking each testicle into her
mouth and laving them with her tongue or taking him down to the root, the head of his cock well down
her happy throat. He, on the other hand, had licked and sucked her to five orgasms already, and she
was well on her way to a sixth when she felt him insinuating a slick finger between her rear cheeks and
teasing her ass with it. She gave a soft moan and relaxed, raising her ass just a bit to urge him on. He
felt the tight ring of her anus ease up and he was able to slide his finger inside... all the way to the
knuckle.
          It seemed this met with Freedom's approval since she gave a muffled squeal and came again,
shaking hard and sucking desperately on his rod.
          He kept sucking at her clit as he twisted his finger around and slid it in and out of her, making
increasingly coital motions to urge her on.
          What she did was demonstrate it was not her first rodeo. Just a few moments after he had
begun his anal invasion on her, she returned the favor and slipped a slender female finger up his ass so
she might massage the bulge of his prostate from the inside.
          It was quickly obvious Freedom had done this before. She eased off the intensity of her fellatio,
keeping up gentle stimulation of his cock with her mouth and tongue but not as emphatically as before.
She knew she needed to change the focus of his body's input if she was going to manage what she
intended. Too much penile stimulation would trigger a “normal” climax response, not the much more
intense prostatic orgasm she wanted him to have.
          They both kept at it for several minutes, and Quinn relaxed his autonomic control so she might
do what she wanted to do, and it didn't take her long.
          She felt the indications of his approaching climax and set a slowly increasing pace, building up
until she knew he would be unable to hold out any longer. Thirty seconds later, she heard him take a
deep breath, his fingers telling her exactly how close he was, and she began nursing the top four inches
of his pulsating cock in anticipation. Just as she expected, he gave another deep breath and then his
cock exploded with a huge jet of seminal fluid, both stronger and greater in volume than she'd ever
experienced. It was far too much, too fast for her her manage to swallow it all, though she gladly tried,
gulping greedily his sexual offering. What she could not swallow escaped the seal of her lips, but most
of it disappeared down her satisfied gullet.
          Quinn normally had this kind of massive orgasm only when he was riding along with a female,
tied into her pleasure center. Women who were dedicated enough to a man's pleasure to not only learn
how to give them a prostatic climax but to be patient enough to induce one in practice were not
common, even among Quinn's more futuristic circle of female companions, though that number was
increasing slowly.
          Under most sexual circumstances, Quinn would either use his special talent of neural induction
to aid a woman's orgasm, or he would hook his own pleasure center into theirs so that he could
experience their orgasm along with them. This was one of the few situations where he did the opposite
and tied her pleasure into his own so Freedom would enjoy his orgasm to the fullest.
          Enjoy it she did. Freedom was reveling in the slow, gradual spiral of building excitement
leading to climax when suddenly she felt an experience unlike any she had ever felt before. She
suddenly felt as if she were twins... two bodies she could feel with, the second being Quinn's. She was
able to experience and savor the difference between male/female and appreciate them both through a
kind of time-lapse sexual fugue of overlapping/reinforcing pleasures.
          And since the prostate was analogous to the female g-spot, his orgasm triggered the same kind
of orgasm in her, namely a very wet ejaculation. He'd anticipated the reaction and so had inserted his
thumb into her vagina just moments before he finalized the neural linkage. As a result, her juices
gushed around him as much as over his mouth and chin.
          Reminding them they had an audience, from the background Cannon laughed and called out,
“That's what I wanted to see.”
          An ordinary woman might not realize what was happening, but Freedom was far from ordinary.
She lived and worked to develop the extraordinary powers of the mind... to gain control of the
metaphysical side of human nature so she might better be able to use every talent available to her and
open new ones.
          When she felt the duality of pleasures suddenly come into focus, Freedom knew instinctively
that it was not from anything she had done but rather who she was with.
          Quinn felt the emotional surge from her the moment he established the neural link. Her
response was greater than almost any he'd ever known, and he realized instantly what had happened
whether he'd intended it or not. Freedom was more aware than most any female on the level Quinn
naturally operated on, and so she was also able to realize both what was happening and why.
It also meant she knew first hand and without any chance of being mistaken that he loved her.
That didn't mean it distracted her from what she was doing at the moment. If anything, it made
her want to give him the greatest pleasure possible. It was, after all, her own pleasure as well. She
could feel the perfect spot to rub... how strongly... how fast... the best motion...
          It was a unique experience for both of them, but it couldn't last forever. The body can only
maintain that exquisite agony/ecstasy for a limited time, and the male body with it's limited
regenerative power could not go on as long as the female body in this state. Quinn was far from an
ordinary male in this regard as well, but even he had physical limits. He pumped every last bit of
sexual fluid into Freedom's eager mouth while he sucked joyfully on her erect clit, and they both finally
started down into the inevitable calm after the storm.
          She felt the connection slip away as he released it, and while she was reluctant to move after
such an amazing experience, she wanted to hold and be held as well. Shifting around, she aligned
herself more naturally with him so they faced the same direction and she could look into his face, but
before she could, a slim blonde hand offered her a fluffy white towel.
          “Here,” Valley said. “You both look like you need one of these.” It was a gesture that surprised
Quinn. He'd thought her too much in her cups to be so thoughtful. Quinn looked at her and found she
was now wearing the rather incongruous but somehow sexy combination of her own pink lace bustier
under open shinigami robes. The message was clear... she was ready for round two when he was.
But Quinn was not done with his present partner. Wiping his face with the proffered towel, he
smiled at the blonde and gave a grateful nod which he accompanied with a wink, telling her he had
gotten the message and would get back to her when he was able.
          In the mean time, he looked at the lovely cafe-au-lait face smiling down at him from several
inches away. She lay atop him, snuggling in and resting her head on one hand so she could look at him
comfortably. She gave a wiggle of her torso, both mashing her breasts to him and making them “fit”
better, all while straddling his left leg and pressing her sex to his thigh.
          “Now... would you care to tell me what just happened?” she said in a voice intended for his ears
only. She said it with a gentle, curious smile that held no trace of accusation. It was impossible for her
to be the slightest bit cross under the circumstances, and she had no desire to make him believe he was.
What they had just shared was the most honest moment she'd ever known with another person. She
wouldn't taint that with anything less now.
          “It's a Talent I have, and no, it's not one I shared with your friends, or rather not quite,” he
explained in an equally intimate voice. “I used something similar but in the opposite direction for
them. For them, I simply helped what their nervous system was experiencing. With you, I let you feel
what I was experiencing. But I didn't anticipate the results. You are much more than meets the eye, my
lady. I almost never get caught using my special Talent.”
          “And you can't lie using your Talent,” she guessed correctly.
          “Only if what I believe is a lie.”
          They lay there for several more minutes, talking quietly and growing closer, getting to know
each other and falling more deeply in love by the minute. When she asked him to let her feel his
emotions again, he let her in without hesitation. He loved her already. What harm in letting her know
without doubt how deeply he felt for her in spite of them only meeting less than an hour ago. He
admitted he had known her far longer, but asked to put off detailed explanations until they were alone.
Freedom understood instinctively what to expect from him. She didn't offer fidelity nor ask him
for it. She understood his love wasn't accompanied by limitations. His love was unconditional. He
gave her the same freedom he'd bestowed with her nickname. It was something she'd never felt from
anyone else, and it made her free to love him in return. Indeed, it would have been impossible for her
not to fall in love with him under the circumstances.
          They continued to talk in hushed tones, and after a bit, she felt him growing hard once again
against the skin of her leg, and she didn't even bother to ask. Giving him a smile, she drew her fingers
up the length of him, enjoying the feeling when he grew firmer under her caress. She gave him another
sensuous kiss before shifting positions so she could give another portion of him some oral attention.
Quinn was amazed to discover Freedom's actions actually changed from earlier. Before there
had been a kind of urgency. Now, it was as if she wanted to savor every moment to its fullest. She'd
positioned herself so her face was turned away from him and she was leaning on her right arm with him
pinned down by her laying across his hips. It effectively stopped him from being able to do much of
anything to reciprocate sexually, but that seemed to be her idea. Freedom wanted to concentrate on
him without distraction.
          This allowed Quinn the luxury of being able to see what the other women were doing without
neglecting the fabulous woman fellating him.
          Valley was again sitting on the mat, her robe thrown back, fingers rubbing her sex, eyes intent
on Freedom's face as she sucked him off. If he gave her any encouragement, he was certain she would
eagerly join them.
          Cannon was a bit farther away and laying on her right side, head pillowed on her partial arm,
her eyes half closed, her fingers also playing almost idly between her thighs, a slight mocking smile
playing around her mouth. From her expression, Quinn doubted she would join them even if invited.
He got the impression she would rather watch than share.
          After about five minutes of wonderfully sensuous cock-sucking, Freedom pulled away from
him with an audible 'pop', then rose to her knees and straddled his hips. She didn't touch him with her
hands but simply lowered her hips and began undulating, the very wet lips of her pussy caressing and
sliding over the front of his hard shaft. After getting an easy, seductive motion going, she leaned
forward enough to place both hands on his stomach so she could move her hips more easily, taking
much of the stress of her own muscles.
          “Exquisite,” was Quinn's only comment as he gazed up at her.
          They stayed like that, simply smiling at one another as she rubbed herself against him. Her
movements were dance-like, her expression both sultry and dreamy, hungry yet patient. He didn't try to
move even though he wasn't much for remaining passive in bed. He realized this was her performance
for him, and he would have given her much greater freedom if she'd desired it.
          She moved like that for another several minutes, during which he felt her shudder as a small
orgasm flashed through her. But that wasn't the reason for all this. Her enjoyment was secondary this
time. She wanted to show him the best time she could, and that took time... the longer the build-up, the
better the finish.
          Finally, she shifted positions once again, this time raising herself up enough to get him
positioned properly. She let out a deep breath and lowered herself down onto him, letting him fill her
up as she did.
          Some things she couldn't control, and the climax that hit her was one of them. Freedom
trembled and shook as she held herself pinioned on him, trying to regain control of her muscles. She
bit her lower lip and her breasts heaved as she rode out the pleasure until finally she could concentrate
on what she was doing once again.
          Quinn had to restrain himself again and again not to do anything. He started to move just a bit
to help reinforce her rhythm, but she tensed her fingers on his stomach to keep him still.
          “Relax and enjoy,” she told him softly.
          He didn't even dare use his Talent to help her pleasure along since she would certainly be aware
of it.
          She fucked him that way for fifteen minutes, ever-so-slowly building up the tension but never
letting it get to the point of him nearing climax. Oh, she threw in little variations to cause him little
flashes of greater pleasure... little looks... small signals of how much she loved doing this to him... how
much she wanted him just this way. He felt her have two more climaxes, but she didn't break rhythm or
give him much in the way of outward sign other than how her nipples drew up utterly tight, the
trembling of her hips and internal muscles.
          Finally, she told him softly, “You know, I don't think you're going to have to get me drunk for
this...” She raised herself off him completely, then shifted him just an inch or so and lowered herself
slowly back down until he felt the resistance of her anus against the head of his cock. Freedom took a
breath and blew it out gently as he felt the pressure increase. Then she did it again and gave him a
wicked smile as the tension he was feeling eased up and his cock slipped inside her waiting ass. Her
smile grew broader as she settled down further and further until she was sitting on his lap with his rigid
tool completely buried in her firm, round derriere.
          “There... how's that?” she asked, giving him a series of squeezes with her rectum before she
started to move.
          He smiled at her with a look that said everything she hoped she would see.
          So she began to fuck him with her incredible ass.
          With the other women, Quinn had needed to give them some kind of assistance. With Freedom,
there was no need. She clearly knew exactly what she needed to do and was more than happy to do it.
She also seemed to relax her own self-control and let herself enjoy. It took her less than a minute of
having him fuck her ass before she was rubbing at herself and coming with abandon. There was no
pause in the action as she kept riding him deeply and coming hard. Anal wasn't something Freedom
did often, but with the right man she loved it.
          Quinn was the ultimate “right man”.
          “May I move now?” he asked softly.
          “Aren't you enjoying yourself?” she teased in return, her hips moving up and down easily as she
slid more and more of him in and out of her greedy, wanton ass.
          “Why do you ask questions when you already know the answers?”
          “Maybe because a lady likes to hear what a man will say.” Her voice was surprisingly steady
and soft considering she was still feeling the aftershocks of her last orgasm.
          “In that case, yes, I'm enjoying myself. I enjoy having you ride me like this. I love fucking
your incredible ass. I love you being the perfect fuck toy. I love the way you can't help yourself and
you come even when you try to stay in control. And I especially love how I'm going to fuck that sweet
ass of yours until you scream because you're coming so hard you can't help it.
          “Is that what you want to hear?”
          It seemed it was because she answered him by gasping loudly as she bit her lower lip and
climaxing again. She slapped rapidly at her pussy, impaling herself again and again on his erect prick.
          “I'll take that as a 'yes',” he said, and he surprised her by lifting her with his hips and somehow
shifting her around until she was beneath him, her knees high and wide next to her amazing breasts, his
cock still twenty-five centimeters up her derriere.
          “My turn now,” he growled, and he began to move.
          She immediately grew more vocal as he started pounding her ass. He wasn't hurting her, but
she knew she was going to have a delicate time sitting tomorrow. There was no intention of causing
her pain, but the poignant sensation of each stroke of his shaft made her react vocally regardless of if
she wanted to remain silent or not.
          She tried to form words, but the best she could manage was, “Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh...
oh... oh... ga... ah... ah... ah... ah... aaaad!” The last syllable rose to a squeal as she shook and came yet
again. Her hands came up and she couldn't help but rake her nails down his back since she couldn't
reach anything on herself as she wanted.
          Quinn kept her pinned there, fucking her ass hard as she continued to come. He took advantage
of how flexible her hips were by putting more weight on her, mashing her breasts but holding them in
by using her own legs. He put his mouth to hers and kissed her forcefully, his hips never letting up
their driving rhythm.
          Soon she was almost sobbing into his mouth. Her voice lost the ability to do anything but cry
out as he used her ass and made her love every second of it.
          He kept at it for over ten minutes. Tears were rolling down the sides of Freedom's gorgeous
face, but they were tears of ecstasy so he paid them no mind. She kept thinking it couldn't get any
better, and then she would have another climax that topped the last one. For her fifth anal orgasm, she
squirted again without any help from Quinn.
          “That's good,” he growled softly, “but I still haven't heard you scream.”
          So he kept at it, stroking away as his hips slapped against her rear end and she sobbed out and
came again and again...
          He could tell she was getting close to her limit. She had ejaculated twice more, and her hand
was slapping at the mat hard as if she had no other physical outlet for what she was feeling. She started
to squeal once again, eagerly meeting his thrusts as she felt something unbelievable building rapidly
inside her. He knew the time was right, so he let go of his self-control and fucked her ass hard,
reaching for the climax he'd denied himself so far, driving her on until...
          Freedom screamed.
          She screamed and came so hard she flopped them both several inches to the side, squirting what
felt like buckets of her sexual juices. It was a climax she'd never known she could have before, and she
screamed out her joy as she felt him pump jet after massive jet of semen into her eager, oh-so-fuckable
ass.
          He kept moving through his own universe-class orgasm until he felt her spasms subside, her
exhausted body unable to climax any more.
          She managed to pant out, “No more... no more... I can't...”
          So he simply slid his cock all the way into her slick, hot rectum and stopped, holding her
securely and letting her come back to earth.
          She sagged back, letting her muscles go limp as she tried to regain her breath and composure.
Her body felt as if she'd been in a battle, but she felt glorious as well. She tensed her anus slightly to
see how she had fared, and gasped a bit at how tender she was.
          “May I help?” he asked her gently. Once again he was the perfect gentleman treating her as the
perfect lady.
          “I'm not sure what you can do,” she admitted.
          Smiling and gazing deeply into her exotic golden eyes, he replied, “How about this?”
          Amazingly, she sensed something brushing at her nerves. She realized immediately that it was
part of Quinn's Talent, and she smiled back at him as she felt most of the pain she was in wash away
from her over-used body.
          Heaving a sigh of relief, she admitted, “Well, that's a handy trick.”
          “It's the least I can do for someone who has treated me so incredibly well.”
          “And I feel incredibly well-fucked, too. Thank you, my wonderful Kwin-kun.”
          The sound of a hand slapping at the mat beneath them drew their attention in Cannon's
direction. Lacking two hands, she was pounding the mat as she called out, “Now that was a show! Too
bad it's over.”
          The blonde said, “Here here!” or rather the Japanese equivalent.
          Cannon then muttered, “At least we still have some sake left.”
          “Kampai!” replied Valley as she upended her own jug.
          Freedom settled herself into a new position, leaning back against Quinn so he could put both
arms around her, and she sipped at her sake and shared with Quinn, both bathing in the fabulous
afterglow of unbeatable sex.

          They all joked and laughed, much of it aimed at Quinn and his seemingly insatiable appetites,
sharing in the camaraderie of those who had shared a highly enjoyable experience. Quinn did his best
to keep them laughing until the sake was almost gone and Valley was asleep on the floor, a soft,
adorable snore coming from her. Cannon snorted something about her being a lightweight, then
promptly joined her in slumber.
          Unable to help herself, Freedom asked him, “So, do you have plans for tomorrow?”
          “Actually, I had intended to spend tomorrow trying to find and contact you. That seems rather
unnecessary now.”
          She reached back and ran one hand along the side of his face and down his neck.
          “Find me? For what reason?”
          “Would you rather wait for serious discussions until the clear light of morning?” he asked,
hating to spoil a wonderful mood with tales that she would likely think were insane.
          “After what we've shared, I think waiting for morning isn't necessary.”
          “Are you sure I can't distract you somehow?” he asked, running a hand down her chest,
fondling one breast and teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
          She slapped his hand gently, then pressed it to her firmly so he couldn't tease her that way.
          “You are insatiable, aren't you?”
          “Only with women I fall in love with,” he told her.
          She hugged his hand more tightly to her and said, “I'd accuse you of flattery if I didn't know
first-hand you're telling the truth.” She turned her head back to try to get a glimpse of his face without
letting go of him. “How is that possible?”
          “I assume you're asking why I fell in love with you so fast rather than the rather slippery topic
of how my Talent operates.”
          “That interests me as well, but let's leave that for later pillow talk.”
          “Ah... well then, allow me to explain...”
          He launched into his familiar explanation about who he was, what Phoenix was, what they did,
and finally, why he had picked her.
          “Interesting,” was her only response.
          “Most people use a less discrete word... often hinting broadly at the need for lengthy psychiatric
incarceration.”
          “No. I know you're not crazy, and since you're not, and also since I can't believe you would lie
to me about something like this, that means what you're telling me is the truth. Simple.”
          She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss on the jaw since it was the easiest thing for her to
reach.
          “I wish everyone I tried to tell about Phoenix was as trusting.”
          “Don't forget, I travel between universes regularly. It makes sense that there are more than just
the few I know.”
          “And I won't forget that you are also a highly intelligent woman who truly thinks for herself
rather than trusting in what everyone knows is true.”
          She snuggled back against him and said, “You know me so well.”
          “Which is why I fell in love with you so easily.”
          There was a pause.
          “Pardon me?”
          That led to his giving her the nickle tour version of The Universes as Fiction.
          “So we're fiction for you, and you're fiction for us?”
          “Possibly, though it's more a case of I was fiction to The Circle, and you were once fiction to
me before I was fiction, and now neither of us is fiction to either of us.”
          “That was the most fascinating bit of sophistry I think I've ever heard.”
          “Constantly thinking if four dimensions is a challenge, I can assure you. Our mathematicians
with Phoenix think in six dimensions regularly, though I'm told there are plenty more dimensions
beyond those.”
          “I think I'll stick with the three I can experience personally.”
          “I think your three dimensions are perfect they way they are,” and his hands caressed her highly
three-dimensional chest in demonstration.
          “You are so incredibly male at times,” she told him, but she wriggled and didn't stop him.
          “Really? Most of the women who live with me say I'm surprisingly understanding of the
female perspective.”
          “'Most women' you live with? Just how many women are we talking about.”
          “Do I detect a bit of jealousy?”
          She started to answer automatically, then stopped and examined what she was feeling, surprised
to discover he had caught her in exactly the behavior she had thought herself incapable of.
          “Actually, you're right. You do detect a bit of jealousy, but since I refuse to be jealous, I
withdraw my question.”
          “And since you are so quick to root out such an unflattering trait, I will treat your inquiry as
purely curiosity and tell you I live in a close group of over two hundred people, more than half of which
are female.”
          She had to double check what she heard to make sure.
          “You live with over a hundred women?”
          He replied a bit defensively, “I don't sleep with all of them.”
          She stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.
          He finally admitted, “Probably less than eighty percent of them.”
          “You have a harem of eighty women.” She paused a moment, then said, “No wonder.”
          “We simply live by different rules than most cultures. When you have people who live such
long lives, traditional relationships seldom work. We have a wonderful, extended family of exceptional
people, most of whom live and work for a common purpose.” He paused a moment, then added, “I
think you'd like it there.”
          “Is that an invitation?” she wanted to know, only half teasing.
          He surprised her by saying, “It is absolutely an invitation.”
          Silence greeted his statement.
          After a couple of moments, he bent around so he could again look at her face to see what she
was thinking.
          She seemed lost in thought.
          When she looked at him, she admitted, “I'm considering.”
          Smiling broadly with the twinkle she had already fallen in love with, he told her, “There's no
hurry. We deal in time. Tomorrow... next year... next century. We can afford to be patient.”
          Being a former shinigami who was already several hundred years old, the prospect wasn't as
outlandish as it might seem to most.
          Once again laying a gentle hand along the side of his face, she said, “And so we'll simply have
to make the most of the time here and now so we can be patient until there and then,” she told him.
          Just before his lips touched hers, he said softly, “A brilliant philosophy, my wondrous Freedom-chan.”

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