Homura.

I sent Mirai on her way by giving her butt a nice pat. It was nice being able to do something like that without her getting angry at me. I then turned my attentions to the unspoken leader of our little group, Homura. It was no secret, Homura was kind of a simple girl. Her mind was almost always on one of three things: fighting, eating, and training. Anything outside one of those three realms she was generally lackluster at. Even still, she had the ability to say just the right words to get the rest of us motivated, and she knew how to get our collective blood pumping before or during an important battle. This made her invaluable to our little team.

I walked over to Homura’s little section of the cave, letting my nose get immediately assaulted by the smell of her sweat. She was currently bench-pressing a large amount of weight.

“Homura, would you mind if we chat? You can continue working out if you want.” I added this last part because I was enjoying the view of her bare breasts bouncing lightly each time she brought the bar down to her chest.

“Sure thing. What’s up?”

“I’m working on a little project right now, and could use some help.”

“You’re not going to fool me into taking one of your ‘work-out supplements’ again. That’s still a night I don’t wanna remember.” I knew what she was referring to. Homura barking like a dog and licking me very sensually all over was a fond memory.

“I promise I’m not trying to get you to take anything. I just need to ask a question which I’d like you to answer honestly.”

“Okay.” She still sounded very wary, understandably so.

“If you met a genie who could grant you any one wish, but you couldn’t change anything about yourself, what would you wish for?”

“Meat.” Homura replied simply. “A never-ending supply of meat, of any variety I could ever want!” I had low expectations for her reply, and I somehow was still disappointed with how mundane and silly her answer was. Still, if that’s what truly would make her happy, I suppose it wasn’t a difficult task to do with the earrings. I could even see a way of making this helpful to all of us by generalizing it to “food” instead of specifically “meat”. I still wanted to wait to make any changes until I had everyone’s input though.

“I see.” I peered at Homura’s body as she did her thing. I may have had thing for watching strong women work out. I was a natural sadist, and I enjoyed the idea of someone purposefully causing themselves pain or distress even if it was just to make them stronger. The normality I made earlier about Homura working out topless certainly was helping. She had very shapely breasts.

“Was that it?” Homura asked after a few moments of silence. She set up the bar above her and sat up, eyeing me curiously.

“Actually yes. And thank you for your honesty.”

“Well yeah, it’s normal to answer your questions honestly.” I had nearly forgotten about that. “Anything else you want?”

There was, actually. Watching my friend working out had made me more than a little hot under the collar. I wanted to do something lewd with her but getting her to agree to it would be nearly impossible. Or it would be if not for Mirai’s little presents.

“It is normal for someone to obey any order I give them.” That should cover it. I still felt as little silly saying it out loud, but of course nobody would think anything of it. I walked over next to Homura and undid my skirt allowing it, along with my lacy pink panties, to fall to the floor around my legs. “Please finger my pussy.”

“Oh, okay.” She agreed very easily. “Mind if I keep working out?”

“Please do.” I grinned as she reached next to her and removed a dumbbell from a nearby stand. She brought her right hand up to my folds and began to run her fingers along them. Her touch sent an electric feeling up my spine. With her left hand she did curls, lifting and lowering her arm while it had the weight in it.

Her fingers were calloused from frequent workouts and training routines, but there was a forcefulness to her touch that added a layer of enjoyment to the experience. She continued to rub against the lips of my pussy with her fingers, occasionally letting her thumb rub delightfully against my clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. Once my folds had become sufficiently lubricated, she plunged a finger inside.

Forceful was definitely a good word for her style, skilled was also a good word. “Oh my Homura, you’re better at this than I thought you’d be.”

Homura grinned proudly a bit. “Heh, I wield six swords at the same time, of course I’m good with my hands.” Swiftly she swapped hands, putting the dumbbell in her right hand and moving her left over to my wet nethers, plunging a finger back in. “This is actually a pretty good way to practice my coordination skills.”

It certainly was. She vigorously pumped her finger in and out of my depths, before long she inserted a second finger. The feeling of her digits rubbing along the inside of my pussy was a glorious feeling. The fact that it wasn’t my hand doing it was also an added bonus. In truth, I was usually the one doing this sort of thing to others, I rarely got to be on the receiving end. The only fingers that had caressed my folds were mine, and I did it much differently than this.

She swapped hands again after a few minutes. Each passing second, I could feel myself getting closer to climax. This was a wonderful feeling, I could get addicted to it. Homura then added a third finger. This was almost too much, it took some measure of willpower to delay my orgasm, but I managed it. I was nothing if not determined, and at the moment I was determined to let this feeling last as long as possible.

After swapping hands one more time she picked up her pace, not only with her fingers but with her curls. Watching her toned muscles pump the weight while her skilled fingers pumped my insides was driving me crazy, I could feel my rational mind taking a backseat to my instinctual drive for pleasure and self-fulfillment.

“Homura, I’m going to cum soon.” I managed to say, panting quite a bit and actually rocking my hips without meaning to.

“Heh, go ahead Haruka.” She encouraged. She was panting too but not as much as me, which was surprising because she was actually lifting weights as she fingered me. She started moving her fingers rapidly, pushing them upward as far as she could get them, with each thrust I could feel my insides growing tighter and tingling delightfully.

With a moan I reached my climax, arching my back and standing up on my toes. She continued to thrust her fingers in spite of my orgasm, urging me to drag out the experience as long as I could. I felt my pussy gush with juices onto her fingers and hand. After I had finally finished I took a step back and leaned against the nearby cave wall. I was panting heavily and sweating more than Homura it seemed. That was an incredible experience.

“Thank you, Homura.”

“I’m glad I could help.” She smiled warmly at me in spite of what she just did. She also lifted her hand to lick off the excess juices that had come out, which was incredibly satisfying to watch.

Though my legs felt like they were made of gelatin at that moment, I managed to make my way over to my desk and sat down for a moment to catch my breath and decide on who I wanted to bother next. Only Yomi and Hikage remained.