Reborn From the Cosmos

Arc 8-07

“You’re messing with me.”

“I am~”

Alana sighs as I giggle at her expense. My poor knight is feeling a bit frustrated, I imagine. After soaking until the bath cooled, she was eager to get her hands on me, getting very daring with the towel as we dried each other in the bedroom. The look in her eyes said she wanted to tackle me to the bed, but I put her off again, stopping her lewd advances with a simple request.

“I want to see you taken care of.”

She caved in the face of my sincerity but wore the tiniest pout as I dressed her in one of Kierra’s sheer nightgowns, the size difference turning the sexy garment cute. After that, I called in a little help, as I have no experience in proper grooming.

No one that isn’t used to her would be able to notice it, but Talia is excited when she enters the room carrying a tray laden with combs, brushes, jars, and bottles. Our flower takes her role as the clan’s mistress quite seriously, to a degree I’m sure her overprotective teacher-father would be concerned about. I doubt many modern minds would appreciate our arrangement. I wouldn’t even know how to explain it, nor can I imagine replicating it with anyone else.

Talia’s devotion isn’t just an arrangement, something she forces herself to do for benefits. She is her devotion. It doesn’t make her happy to do it, it doesn’t sadden her if she doesn’t. It is just her nature.

Talia doesn’t function like the rest of us. Like her feelings. I don’t fool myself into thinking she has affection for me. She doesn’t have those feelings for anyone, not even for the man that raised her. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t care for us in her own way. It’d never cross her mind to hug and kiss us if it wasn’t a part of her role, but she values us because we add value to her life. She also takes the concepts of debt and gratitude very seriously. Those who do her a kindness, she owes them kindness. Those who do her wrong are owed a wrong.

Aside from that, efficiency governs her actions, the quickest path that does the least harm. With the cultural guidelines of a flower to smooth out her blunt social skills, it’s a perfect arrangement for her.

However, her blossoming fascination with beauty has nothing to do with her persona. She has a passion for magic, but it’s tied to practicality. Her desire to expand her closet at every opportunity is the only thing about her that I know is purely for pleasure. Ever since she learned to see with her rare eyes, she’s been mildly obsessed with the art of pairing cloth and accessories.

Talia will do anything short of self-harm if her role demands it. She would play dress-up with us regardless of her role. Aside from a shopping trip, something that’s impossible at the moment, this is the best gift I can give her. And she takes to it with gusto, or as much gusto as she can manage.

Alana is subjected to her attentions from head to toe, literally. Starting with her whole body being lathered in lotion that makes her skin feel as smooth as silk to her nails being painted, the white lacquer something Talia discovered in the room of the youngest Teppin daughter.

What am I doing while my knight is being pampered by our flower? Making a nuisance of myself in the best way. Talia makes sure Alana is in a comfortable position before she does anything, but she doesn’t allow her to move afterwards. She actually gets a little snippy if Alana dares to, as it threatens her work. Honestly, I don’t know whose reactions I enjoy more; it’s a two for one deal and I can’t stop myself from teasing them both.

I kneel beside Alana’s chair, one arm loosely wrapped around her leg while I rest my head on her thigh. Talia is in the middle of painting her nails, holding one of Alana’s wrists firmly while directing her to stretch her other arm over the back of the chair, fingers splayed. It means the frustrated knight can’t touch me. I keep my hands to myself, not wanting to draw Talia’s ire, but there are other ways to have my fun.

Alana bites her lower lip as I shuffle to the side, putting myself between her legs and staring up at her. “Something wrong?”

“You’re going to pay for this,” she hisses.

“Aw. I thought I was behaving.” I grin, channeling the memory of Kierra’s smirk. “I haven’t even touched you. Or is that the problem? Did you want me to touch you, sweetie?”

She stiffens like a board as I push up the gown she’s wearing enough to stroke the side of her thigh, showing an admirable amount of control. “Earlier, in the bath,” she hisses through her teeth. “You said I could do whatever I want.”

“Mm. Anything.”

“You mean it?”

“When have I ever been able to deny you?”

“Then get off.”

Chuckling, I scoot black and climb to my feet, holding my hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. You’ve got to be hungry after training all day. I’ll get us some—"

“Where are you going?”

I pause after taking a single step. Alana smiles but there’s something wicked in it. She jerks her head. “Come here. Right in front of me.”

I guess she’s feeling bold today. Not that I mind. There’s something thrilling about Alana taking control in the bedroom. Mainly because she’s so bad at it. Not that’s it’s unattractive or not pleasurable, but in that her authoritative persona collapses under the weight of her embarrassment. It happens every time without fail. The fun is seeing how long she can keep it up.

“Here I am,” I say, raising my brows in silent question. There isn’t much she can do to me while Talia has control of her body.

“Strip,” she practically growls, though she’s already blushing.

“Alright.” Not that there’s much to take off. I slipped on a loose shirt and pants after our bath, knowing I wouldn’t be wearing clothes long enough to bother putting effort into what I was wearing. “If you’re trying to fluster me, it’s going to take a lot more than this,” I say after tossing my shirt aside.

Her gaze follows my pants as they fall to the floor before coming back up, stopping at my chest as she swallows. “Get on the dresser.”

On it? Strange, but she’s the boss. I carefully slide Talia’s tray of implements out of the way before hopping onto the furniture, bouncing lightly to make sure it can hold my weight. When I don’t hear any worrying sounds, I turn back to Alana, waiting to hear what she has planned next.

“Spread your legs. I want to see.”

“See what?” I ask, still fairly composed, putting my heels on the dresser’s edge and spreading my knees.

“You f-fuck yourself.”

There it is! Her stern mask is already cracking but she valiantly tries to keep her expression composed. Though I’m not entirely calm myself. That’s quite the request.

“Since I can’t touch you, you’re going to do it.”

Well. This isn’t exactly the most comfortable position for this, but I did say she could do whatever she wanted. Admittedly, I didn’t expect her to tell me to pleasure myself, but it isn’t a disappointment.

“You know, this is my first time doing this,” I tell her, watching her twitching expression with rapt interest as one of my hands slides down my stomach, taking its time reaching its destination. “Not taking care of myself.” There wasn’t much else for a curious woman with no romantic prospects in sight to do to satisfy herself. “I mean doing it with someone watching. Kierra hasn’t asked me. Did you think you would take one of my firsts from under her nose?”

The way her mouth twitches at the words is adorable. I’m not sure but I think there’s a hint of insecurity about measuring up to my wife. I love her, and she knows it, but it’s a different kind of love. I know I can hold them both in my heart without issue. She knows it too, but maybe not completely. One of her objections to our relationship in the beginning was that she thought she wasn’t good enough, unable to measure up to me or Kierra. On top of that, she’s just plain competitive. I don’t think she imagines she can beat our lovely elf in anything.

Hearing that she grabbed something that Kierra didn’t, that she beat her to it, well. It’s obviously exciting her. Her free hand is flexing, a useless gesture to satisfy her desire to act. I wonder what she’s imagining right now.

“Don’t use your cock,” she says in a husky voice. “One finger only.”

“Oh, that’s just mean.” Still, I follow her order, sighing at the mild intrusion. My other hand goes to my chest, cupping a breast. “It’s not enough.”

“It’s not supposed to be,” she mutters, watching my arm, transfixed. “Since you want to be a tease, you can tease yourself.”

I groan, partially at the implication of her words but mostly because I pinched the nipple I’d been teasing, desperate for more. Fine. It’s not much to work with but with my dexterity and stamina, I can probably—

“Slow down,” she snaps and my hand reflexively calms, my rising pleasure deflating back to a level that is quickly going to drive me mad. But that’s the game. Alana is in charge. If I want to get off, I have to get her to let me. Jumping straight to the conclusion would be satisfying but playing around like this isn’t bad either. This is the kind of challenge I don’t mind. Really, is it a challenge? Her impressive will is nowhere to be found when it comes to the carnal and I have a lot less shame.

“Alana~” I moan. “Don’t you want to see me cum? It wouldn’t take me long. I’m already close. Fuck, I’ve been ready since I saw you earlier. You have no idea how sexy you are when you’re swinging that sword around. And the smell.”

“You damn pervert. You get off on me smelling like sweat?”

“The smell of you.” This body’s senses are crazy sensitive. I reflexively block out most of what I pick up to keep from being overwhelmed but not her. I don’t even have words to explain it. The only thing that comes to mind is a picture of Alana.

“Then there’s the sweat and the smell of desire, mm. I bet you didn’t know that your body reacts the moment you see me. That’s right. I can smell when you want me, which is all

“Y-you…”

“I’m imagining it, Alana. You’re so much stronger now, aren’t you? I bet you can go for hours. I’m thinking about you pushing into me right now, sweetie. Rutting into me like an animal, just like last time. You used me till you passed out from the pleasure. You were so cute and it felt so good. You feel so good, Alana.”

“How can you say this crap with a straight face?” she hisses between ragged breaths.

Easy. I can tell what it’s doing to you; her heart is racing and the smell of her desire is growing stronger. But I’m nowhere near as calm as I’m pretending to be. This is embarrassing, especially because she’s not the only one listening. I steal a glance at Talia only to find that she’s completely ignoring me, wholly focused on her task.

For some reason, things tighten with pleasure at the sight. Saints, why is that blank expression of hers so perfect? Am I really enjoying being ignored?

Maybe I am a pervert. Ha! Who am I kidding? Of course I am.

“Alana! Faster, baby!” I practically squeal, making my voice higher as I rock my hips. “Harder! Like that, just like that!”

“Fuck! S-shut up!” she shouts, composure cracking. “Do something else with that mouth!”

Something else? Hm. Oh, wait. Could I? This body is incredibly flexible. And she did just give me an order. Haha, this is going to be good.

Grinning, I meet her gaze, savoring the sight of her wide blue eyes, her blush reaching all the way to her neck. Despite that, she hasn’t moved an inch. I wonder if she can keep it up?

Assured I have her full attention, I bend over. There is a pressure that will soon become painful as I stretch my flexibility to its limits, but I manage.

“What are you…” She trails off with a strangled groan, failing to completely hold it in as the sound of my sloppily eating myself out fills the room. I exaggerate it for her benefit, inwardly chuckling as her heart starts to gallop. But then I snake my prodigious tongue into my tunnel and there’s nothing fake about the sounds I make.

I designed it for this purpose and by the saints its perfect. The length, the strength, and knowing exactly where to go is too strong a combination. It doesn’t take long before I’m rocking my hips in earnest, having completely forgotten about teasing Alana.

Saints’ blessed asses, I’m actually going to make myself cum like this.

The thought is enough to send me over the edge, my squeal of surprise at the sudden climax muffled by my own folds as I shake.

Once the pleasure subsides, I uncurl, carefully leaning against the wall the dresser is pushed against. My eyes search for Alana’s and find her watching me with a dropped jaw, utterly shocked. Even Talia is watching, having paused in her work. Her expression is nowhere close to Alana’s shock, but one corner of her lips is turned up a tiny fraction, hinting at her amusement. I wink at her before turning back to Alana.

“I said anything you want,” I purr, licking my lips. Her whole-body shiver does wonders for my ego, not that it needs the help.

The door opening interrupts the moment. Kierra walks in, closing the door behind her before looking up. Her gaze goes to me first, then Alana, then Talia, and finally back to me as she smiles. I don’t know how much she pieces together but the outline is easy enough to draw.

“I came to tell you that dinner will be done in an hour, but perhaps I will have the pet bring you plates?”

Alana finally snaps out of her shock. “Um, wanna stay?”

Our lovely elf raises a brow before turning to me. I shrug. “Alana gets to pick today.”

“Then I will stay.” Kicking off her shoes, she strides further into the room and stands at Alana’s side, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “And am yours to command.”

“Then help Talia with whatever she’s trying to do because I want out of this chair.”