Dark Moon
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My thighs smacked against Lexy's ass. Even after finishing once, my cock hadn't softened in the slightest — it kept driving into the slick, clinging walls of her cunt.
"Hhnn, aah… kkhh…!"
Lexy bit down on her lip, her face twisting. That expression — pain and pleasure tangled together — only pushed me further over the edge.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I put more force into my hips. Her long legs jerked and swayed in the air from the impact.
"Nngh, hnnnnnnn…!"
I felt her flexible body go rigid. I knew exactly what that meant.
Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt. For someone who didn't look particularly muscular, she had serious strength.
I barely registered the pain. The pleasure surging up from below had already scrambled my head.
A second climax.
Instead of pulling out, I drove in deep. Pure instinct — no reason left in it.
"Lexy…!!"
I came. I felt every pulse of it — the semen shooting from the tip of my cock, striking the mouth of her womb.
"Haaah, haaaaaaah…!"
We clung to each other, trembling through the aftershocks. It didn't take long for the wave to settle.
All the strength drained out of me. Our overheated bodies were slick with sweat.
The reason that had surrendered to instinct and desire came creeping back. I caught my breath and looked at Lexy. She was doing the same. Sweat shone on her face. A few strands of pink hair stuck to her cheek, and her half-lidded eyes still held a strange, smoldering heat.
She was sexy as hell.
Holding a beauty like this in my arms sent a deep, satisfied warmth rolling through me from below.
But my body had truly hit its limit.
I pushed myself up and slowly pulled out. Even soft and shrunken, my cock still clung to her cunt — she wouldn't let it go easily. I finally freed myself and looked down at her.
Her spread pink folds contracted rapidly. The pale skin around her entrance was flushed bright red.
Semen welled up from the hole and spilled out. The color was closer to pink — mixed with blood.
I glanced at my own cock. Coated in various fluids, it twitched faintly even in its softened state.
I wanted more. But for a while, it wasn't going to happen.
I flopped down beside Lexy. The liquid of the water slime against my back felt faintly unpleasant, but not enough to overcome the heavy, languid fatigue.
"Done?"
"…Sex burns through a lot more stamina than I expected."
"Yeah. I think so too."
"Did it hurt?"
"Of course it hurt. My flesh tore and I bled — how could it not? It still throbs down there. …But it wasn't just pain."
Lexy said it matter-of-factly. As a man, I didn't fully understand what she meant. I decided to keep my mouth shut.
After a short rest, a little of my stamina returned. I turned my head to look at her. Lexy's eyes were closed. Every time she exhaled, her chest rose and fell. Even those full, beautifully shaped breasts couldn't quite defy gravity lying down — they settled and spread, and somehow that made them look even more obscene.
I reached out and cupped one. My hand kneaded her almost on pure instinct.
"Well, well…. Not even checking my reaction anymore? You think one round makes me your woman?"
"…If you order me to stop, I'll take my hand off."
"Saying it like that just makes it feel distant. Do whatever you want. I'll do whatever I want too."
She reached over and started fondling my softened cock. Seemed she found the texture interesting. I focused on her breasts.
Every time I played with her nipples, Lexy gave a little reaction. It was fun.
Before long, I was hard again. Lexy stroked me with slightly awkward hands, then sat up and straddled me. My cock pressed against her entrance.
"I'm still not satisfied. We're going again."
She looked down at me and licked her lips. That alone was enough to get me going all over again.
Schlick.
My cock was swallowed whole. Lexy shook her heavy breasts and her short pink hair as she rode me in a thoroughly filthy rhythm.
By the time we finally left the ruins, the sun was already up.
Lexy gave the Attribute Sword a once-over and spoke with complete indifference.
"Barely 3-Class. You take it. Just report that I gifted it to you. If the unit tries to confiscate it, come tell big sis."
Thanks to Lexy, I no longer needed to hide the Attribute Sword. I took it back from her and strapped it at my waist. I'd look for a proper scabbard later.
"3-Class? Not 4-Class?"
"All it does is convert mana into an element. The fact that it can switch between a lot of them is why it's 3-Class. And that alone doesn't help much in a real fight."
I couldn't argue. She was right. I could wield the Attribute Sword with psychokinesis, but most people just gripped it and swung.
The way the Attribute Sword manifests is the real problem. If it could fire elements like Arrow magic, sure. But when the element only runs along the blade…
It wasn't much help to a warrior. They preferred a finely honed sword aura over elemental properties any day.
In the game world it was 4-Class, but by real-world standards it's 3-Class…
The difference between the game and reality.
In a game, ranks were whatever the developers decided. In reality, multiple criteria applied to artifacts. Real-world ranks weren't absolute — you couldn't take them as gospel.
"Number 211. Why not just sell it? A sniper like you doesn't need an artifact like that. Even if you don't get a fortune for it, it'd buy you some high-quality mana bullets. Expensive mana bullets can be a trump card."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted.
But I shook my head.
I had psychokinesis. Using the Attribute Sword with it was more efficient than any mana bullet.
"This sword can be a trump card too."
"…Hmm. I don't love it, but it's your call. I'll respect that."
Lexy said it and stepped closer, catching my shoulder with a suggestive look. Sensing the lust behind it, I gave her an awkward smile.
After that, whenever we had a free moment, Lexy and I mixed bodies. She took the lead most of the time.
"I never knew sex could be this fun — this good. Or is it just good because it's with you? You feel good too, right?"
"Yes, Lexy. It feels good."
"Then thrust harder for me."
I had a feeling this arrangement wasn't going to change even after we returned to the unit.
Day seven in Rumel Forest.
Lexy and I moved carefully, every step tense. We used Silence magic while traveling and paid close attention to our footing, leaving as little trace as possible.
We were being hunted.
I couldn't be certain who, but three possibilities stood out: the Resistance, the Blaig organization, or Major Vague's 105th Unit. Maybe all three.
Unlike last time with the 105th Unit, we couldn't just counter them with Air Traps. There were at least fifty people on our trail, and we still hadn't pinpointed their exact positions.
Lexy stayed calm and took the lead. I followed. We ran for two solid hours. My lungs burned. My clothes were soaked through with sweat. Lexy finally stopped in the shade of a large tree, just as drenched as I was.
"We've shaken them for now. Temporary breathing room, but still. Use it to recover. Drink plenty of water."
We both put our mouths to canteens chilled with Ice magic. I knew lukewarm water was better for the body, but I couldn't help myself. I gulped the cold water down. Heat drained from my overheated body, and the process felt insanely good.
"Do we just keep running?"
"Avoiding combat is best. We don't know anything about the enemy. But running has its limits too. They know Rumel Forest better than we do, and there are more of them… we'll tire out first."
"We've only got one meal's worth of emergency rations left."
"Worst case. At this rate, better to fight tonight."
"…Can we win?"
"We can't just keep running like rabbits until it's over. And we're not ordinary snipers. Don't forget — at our core, we're battle mages."
Lexy flashed a confident grin. She tipped her canteen over her head and flipped it. The cold, clear water left inside poured down and soaked her.
"Hoo. That hits the spot."
My eyes drifted toward her chest. I looked away. Now was not the time. Lexy smirked.
"Sex later. We don't have the luxury right now."
"Stating the obvious, I see."
"…A kiss is fine, though."
She cupped my cheek. Our lips met, and tongues chilled by the cold water tangled together.
Night fell. Normally we'd have set up camp, but with pursuers on our trail, there was no time for a leisurely sleep.
Lexy and I intended to settle this before the night was over. Running any further would break us physically, and it didn't suit either of our temperaments.
"We need to split up for a bit. Moving separately will scramble their information. That should force them to divide, and make things easier for us."
"I'll follow your judgment, Lexy."
Common sense said sticking together would be better. But Lexy wasn't an ordinary soldier, and given my status, I had to obey any order she gave.
She pulled out a map and explained.
"See this point? Meet me here around noon tomorrow. If you're not there by noon the day after… assume I'm dead. I'll assume the same about you."
Her tone was calm. How much experience was packed into that flat voice, I couldn't begin to guess.
"…Understood. Be careful."
"Who's worrying about who here?"
Peck.
She kissed my cheek and grinned playfully.
"Dragging this out won't help. Times like these, you move diligently and fast. See you at noon tomorrow. Big sis'll give you something really good."
"…I think I can guess what that is. Looking forward to it."
We parted ways. I could feel Lexy's presence clearly as she moved off into the distance.
She's deliberately broadcasting her presence. To draw the pursuers' attention. Most of them will go after her, obviously…. Is she doing this for me on purpose?
The sudden decision to split up might have been because of me too.
Bang. Bang bang bang!
Gunfire cracked less than three minutes after we separated.
I couldn't tell who had fired.
I'd been moving in the opposite direction from Lexy. I stopped.
Detection.
I cast the detection magic.
My previous limit had been seventy meters. Now the range stretched to a hundred and fifty. My realm had risen.
Barely caught them. Fifteen.
The number tailing me had dropped. With Lexy flaring her presence so openly, they'd decided I was the weaker target and assigned fewer people. More than eighty percent of their force would be on her. That's what I would have done.
Two mana-awakened among them. Both 1-Class.
I didn't let my guard down just because their realm was lower than mine. This world had plenty of ways to close a gap in rank — mana bullets, special techniques, secret magic, artifacts, doping….
The first thing that comes to mind… is a trap.