Much needed comfort

"There's still one thing I can do," you say quietly into her ear.

She remains quiet and trembling as if she hadn't heard your voice. A somber frown on your face, you raise your hand towards Torchwick's body and begin focusing your energy. A soft, silver glow envelopes him fully, obstructing him from view as he begins to shrink. The silvery hue then darkens into deep orange, crystallizing into a protective casing until moments later the precious topaz was small enough to fit into the palm of your hand. It was at this point that Neo finally turns her attention to your handiwork, her eyes widening in wonder and disbelief.

"I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to bring him back," you explain, taking her hand in yours and pushing the gem into her palm. "But I can at least give you something precious to remember him by."

She looks up to you with tears in her eyes, lip trembling with emotion, then throws her arms over your shoulders in a tight hug. You return the gesture, holding her close while she pours her emotions out into your chest but your relative privacy doesn't last for long. You can feel the Vacuo citizens waking up. Some were already at their windows and doors looking out into the street at the curious display. A largely lawless Kingdom aside from Shade Academy, random **** in the streets wasn't exactly common but also accepted. Still, you didn't want to deal with strangers asking you questions solely to fulfill their own curiosity, nor did you need to put Neo under that kind of stress. At your silent command, the both of you disappear from the spot and leave Tyrian's body for all to see.

Within moments, you silently arrive on an uninhabited beach just outside the kingdom, the gentle waves crashing upon the shore and soft warmth of the morning sun a welcome improvement, though Neo pays no mind, opting instead to remain tightly clung to you.

"Neo..." you say gently, trying to get her attention.

She shakes her head vigorously into your chest, refusing to loosen her grip.

"Neo, I'm not going anywhere but I need to talk to you."

With a quiet sniffle, she relaxes just enough to look up into your eyes, her own heterochromic orbs reddened, puffy, and tear stricken. Your heart twinges at her raw emotional display.

"I don't want to make any assumptions but I also don't want to **** you to talk. I'm going to ask you some questions. All you need to do is answer yes or no. Can you do that for me?"

She gives a succinct nod.

"Okay. Do you want to stay here in Vacuo?"

She shakes her head no.

"Do you want to strike it out on your own?"

Another no.

"Do you want to get back at Salem for what she's done?"

A yes.

"Would you like my help in doing this?"

A vehement yes. You then gently caress her cheek with your hand.

"Then will you come back to Beacon with me?"

She eagerly presses her lips into yours, answering with a deep and passionate kiss. You respond with equal fervor as your lips part to allow her tongue entrance. Still just as sweet as the last time you kissed. She breaks the connection though before it gets too heated.

"Stay... with... you," she mumbles, her eyes pleading for your acceptance.

Her words bring a smile to your face and you lean in to kiss her once more. She earnestly receives you, this time moaning into your mouth as you let your hands begin to wander over her petite frame. You could feel yourself stiffening in your pants as you hoist her strongly into your lap. Following your lead, she wraps her legs around your waist and grinds herself down against the rapidly growing bulge, mewling with want as she continues to bruise your lips with her own.

"Want..." she sighs before aggressively pushing you back against the sand.

You look up at her in wonder as she dismounts you and gets to work at her belt buckle, pulling her tight, form fitting pants along with pink, lacey panties down her shapely hips and desperately pulling them out from the interior of her calf-high boots, though she doesn't bother to disrobe completely, instead leaving them bunched up awkwardly around her ankles. There was no finesse this time, no seductive quality or coy little games, only instinctual need and insistence in the wake of her personal tragedy. You're hardly idle yourself, working to get your manhood free and exposed for her. No sooner does the morning air brush across your crown that she's upon you once again, slicing your throbbing member through the rapidly moistening length of her pussy.

"Right now?" you ask just to be sure.

"Now," she all but growls.

Her hand reaches down to grasp and align you with her needy sex as your own grip at her plush and ever so soft rear. In one smooth motion, she drops herself down upon you just as you thrust upwards to meet her, and a loud moan of contentment is shared between you. Now properly filled, she falls forward upon your chest, gripping your shirt tightly in her fingers as she desperately kisses you, allowing you to take the lead with languid thrusting. Her walls clench delightfully around your length with every stabbing pass, wringing you tightly with wanton abandon. No more words were shared between you, nor did you want to spoil this for her by speaking. She sought relief, comfort, and pleasure wherever she could find it, and you were all too happy to oblige.

In no time at all, Neo harshly grips at your hair and squeals loudly into your mouth, her cunt tightening like a vice around you as her first orgasm overtakes her. Gritting your teeth against the pleasurable onslaught, you increase the pace of your thrusting, intent on giving her a second climax in quick succession. Over and over again your cockhead taps against the tender face of her cervix, mixing pleasure with pain yet she didn't care. She meets every last one of your thrusts with a grind of her own, your thighs quickly growing soaked from her splashing juices. Her **** is relentless and you could feel self-control slipping away rapidly.

"C-cumming!" you gasp against her lips as you join her second orgasm with your own.

She presses you as deeply into herself as possible as the first volley of sperm paints her cervix. Every flex of your cock is joined by a long, languid stroke of your hips as you hold her spasming body in place, using her cunt to milk yourself to completion. Of course, one orgasm is far from enough for you and as you shift your weight, you manage to roll her onto her back, taking a moment to properly free her of pants and tossing them aside. Now in much better control of the pace you resume sawing into her, relishing the sweet moans from her mouth, her nails scraping through your shirt into your back, and the tight grip of her legs locked around your waist. More importantly however was the deep look of longing in her eyes. Your ice cream lover was devoting herself to you. It didn't matter if she could verbalize such or not, merely that you could feel her aura opening itself up to you. For all you knew, you were all she had left and as independent as she could be when needed, it was becoming abundantly clear she still relied on somebody else in her life. You were no criminal like Torchwick, but you'd step into that role in her life regardless.

"You're mine now," you say huskily. "All mine."

She pulls you down for a searing kiss, moaning a non-verbal yes into your mouth as she grinds her hips against you. Every repeating thrust doesn't just push your load deeper into the precious chamber of her womb, but also spills it out along your pistoning shaft and down her thighs onto the tail of her coat, staining the pink interior with your off-white juices, and you had plenty more to give. Shifting your grip to hook her legs at her knees, you push up and forward, forcing her into a mating press and dominating her body with your considerably larger frame. Time to drill her in earnest.

As your pace quickens, Neo's body immediately responds as the tell-tale shakes of an orgasm overtakes her. She rips her mouth from yours to give a long and keening wail of pleasure, her pussy spritzing against your slapping thighs and egging you on to sully her depths once more. That voice, that criminally cute voice, it was like music to your ears, and you knew you would be the only man to make her squeal in such a way. Such possession gave you an indescribable feeling of satisfaction. You looked forward to watching her belly swell with your child.

"Gonna cum again Neo," you pant hotly. "Gonna cum again inside you. Deep inside you."

"Cum!" she gasps back at you, her hands reaching up to grab her ankles to spread herself eagle.

Your hips quicken into a blur with the familiar boiling in your balls, the heat surrounding your shaft now unbearable. With a loud grunt of satisfaction, you grasp her waist and pull yourself into her, planting your crown tightly against her cervix and cumming relentlessly. A rush of power follows as the Aura Link with Neopolitan is completed. Thick globules of sperm pump themselves into her petite body, filling her beyond capacity and bursting out from between her stuffed pussy lips, yet at your command your eager swimmers are halted from fertilizing her awaiting womb. You could do so later after you've set up a private sanctuary for your harem.

When your orgasm subsides you collapse heavily to her side, mindful enough not to crush her and pant to catch your breath. She cuddles up next to you, breathing deeply with exertion as well as you drape an arm around her, pulling her close in the afterglow. Despite the constant threat of sand worming its way into select crevices, sex on the beach turned out to be far better than you anticipated, especially beneath the morning sun. Between that and the gentle crashing of the waves, it was truly a liberating experience, certainly enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Master..." you hear her murmur.

"Hmm?" you ask simply, gazing down upon her.

She reaches up with a gloved hand and pulls you in to give one more, tender kiss.

"Home?" she asks simply.

"Home," you agree with a smile.

You disentangle yourself from the embrace and stand, pulling her gently up onto ginger legs. She still shook with pleasurable aftershocks. Summoning her discarded pants to your hand, you then pull her in close to you by the hips and, at your silent command, vanish from Vacuo.