-J. J. McAvoy

John's world became an engulfing circlet of thigh and pussy, wrapped on all sides by pulsating, eager warmth as Moira embraced his dive into her most sacred of places. Though most of the world was muffled to him, the very vibrations of her body and the loudness of her voice carried some things through to him. As his tongue explored the depths of Moira's feminine essence, John was constantly battling both his own erection and the powerful thighs of a viciously aroused Warden.

Though his experience was still rather limited, John couldn't help but draw comparisons to what he'd already known of a woman's taste, both directly and indirectly. She was warmer, almost unnaturally so - John felt as if he were kissing an open lava vent, and Moira's actions and reactions were every bit as powerful as a volcano preparing to erupt. And although he would have assumed the prim and proper Warden would be shy in situations like these, her thighs and quivering nethers were signaling that every part of her was **** for satisfaction.

The look on her face probably said the same, but John's entire world was her quivering quim. He dove into Moira with an eagerness that was the oddest mixture of desire and a more pressing need - somewhere, even amidst all the lust and desire flowing through them, John knew he and Moira were both acutely aware that they were still in hostile territory.

That in mind, John allowed his worries to subside temporarily and focused on the only thing he could perceive - Moira's demanding sex. The soft, womanly folds of her pussy were much like her blushes and moans, in that they were something he'd never imagined experiencing with the Warden, and so each moment was a shock to his system.

"Still… no time to enjoy," John thought ruefully, picking up the pace a bit. His hands were too busy wrapping around Moira's thighs to finger her, but despite the intense tightness of the taut and toned legs around him, John could just move his head enough to get his right thumb over Moira's clit. Beginning to rub along that intense pleasure button increased the pressure on John's head, but Moira's cries became loud enough that he could make them out reliably even through the restraining walls of flesh.

Casting his eyes upward, John's gaze travelled across Moira's closed eyes and trembling lips, but found itself drawn to another sight. In the distance, propped against a wall near the far corner of the room, Seras and Sophia seemed to be taking their guard duties rather lax. Eyes glued on John and Moira, interlocked as they were, Sophia and Seras each had a hand down the other's pants, lovingly caressing each other in ways frustratingly hidden from John's prying eyes. Seras noticed his attentions almost immediately and blushed a dark crimson, though John noticed her hand never dared stop. Sophia actually smirked upon noticing his wandering eyes; placing a single finger to her lips in a gesture for silence, the raven-haired harpy reached over with her free arm and began to grope at Seras' breasts over her clothes.

Although he kind of wished that at least one of them had been paying attention to the room around them, John couldn't say the view wasn't much appreciated… or the thought of how much more comfortable Seras was becoming with a bit of skinship, despite the way the two of them had bashed heads against each other after their first meeting. Still, as Seras' mouth began to crack open in what John imagined was an attempt to hold back a particularly lewd moan, John **** his eyes away and focused entirely on Moira.

Shockingly, though John still didn't feel like he really knew what he was doing, Moira's arousal was so intense that it didn't take long before she was starting to churn and squirm in John's embrace, her legs turning from a solid clamp into a spasming mess of uncoordinated muscles. John dragged his tongue across her delicate lips one last time before engulfing her clit in his mouth. Moira's moans grew so loud that John could feel the vibrations of her uneven cooing through the iron grip of her thighs. John alternated between flicking his tongue across Moira's hood and flattening it against the entire area and exposing the precious jewel.

With a cry so loud John was quite certain those outside had heard, Moira lost all restraint and grabbed John's head with both hands, thrusting her pelvis forward while her legs locked around him. For a moment John reveled in his success, but Moira's unrelenting pressure was inescapable - literally. John tried pulling away as his breath started to run short, but Moira only continued to undulate underneath him, and the way she was squeezing him with her legs was becoming almost painful.

Just when John wondered if he were about to live out the wrong end of the "crushing a man's head between her thighs" joke, Moira released him all at once. John had been pulling back so aggressively he nearly tossed himself onto his back, instead barely catching himself on his ass. Quickly catching his breath, John took in the mess of a woman that had once been a dignified Warden. Moira's gauntleted hands were gently rubbing at her snatch, one finger gingerly inserted without care for the juices coating the metallic bits of the armor.

"Thank you," Moira breathed, a sense of composure returning to her face bit by bit. After a few seconds, both of them seemed to realize they were staring and began pointedly avoiding eye contact.

"N-no problem. What are friends for?"

"Shit. That Charisma score might be my downfall yet," John cringed at his own line.

Moira redressed herself faster than John would've thought possible considering the weight and bulk of her items, but in no time at all she was stood before him.

"The Lady preserves dignity, and bestows honor upon us."

With that and an accompanying flash of light, Moira was abruptly more presentable. The sheen of sweat, the traces of John's release at the corners of her mouth, and even the scent of sex - well, from Moira at least - was washed away into nothingness.

"That's… a useful spell, actually. Maybe someday I can learn something a little less combat focused, like that. You ever seen Sword in the Stone?"

"Our mission is not yet finished," Moira responded harshly, though she quickly softened her tone. "We can discuss more practical applications for spells outside of combat on the way back… for now, let us see what has happened with the others."

"I wonder if I could learn some magic to help the others? Something to craft clothes, prepare food, clean up the area… I need to start thinking up less aggressive uses for magic."

Quest Received: "Not Yet, My Young Blade."
Requirements: Use Reincarnation within the next six hours.
Rewards: All the XP you have lost due to being at maximum level during this Reincarnation.