A new (old) face and a crazy dream

-14th of April, 14.04.1052-

-About 20:00-

Travis slowed his run down to a walk as he saw Silvana's gates appear in the distance. The road under his feet was rough and just barely even as he had remembered it to be. The air all around was filled with the scent of pine cones of the trees that gave way to some small fields surrounding the walls themselves.

'...now, please tell me Chris is not around the eastern gate.' he thought with a bit of hope, reminding himself of the guard. In his earnest dreams, he hoped that he would never have to cross paths with that man. If it so happened, the result would likely not be good for him. No, right now, he just hoped he could get past the gate without an issue. 'Worst case scenario, I'll have to use the runestone of phase-shift, though I'd rather avoid that. The more uses I can preserve, the better.'

Carefully, he was going toward the gates, his stride rather slow as he eyed the two guards standing under the gate's wall. Neither of the two seemed to be as tall as Chris, which made the Apostle sigh with relief. Within barely a few minutes, he was close enough to clearly feel the smell of the city. The lights of torches started shining on his frame as one of the guards came up in his path, raising a hand.

"Hold on. I need to see your MID," the man spoke, but the tone of his voice betrayed just how annoyed he was at the procedure.

"...?" Travis raised an eyebrow. For some reason, the guard's voice sounded... familiar. Taking a quick moment to ponder on his memories, he realized. "Clint? Clint Ylan?"

"...?" the guard frowned a little, his bushy eyebrows almost covering his muddy-brown eyes. "Do we... know each other?"

"I'm Travis. We were in the same camp as Soldiers. When was it, five, six years ago?"

<Huh. He seems familiar.>

A quick <Suggestion> was fired toward Clint's mind in an instant. It bounced once around his mind before piercing right through.

"I was in camp with many people," he riposted.

"I... *Sigh* I stole booze from Likert's office and set his documents on fire once." 'Man, I was dumb before 20.'

"...oh. Huh," Clint leaned forward a little, eyeing Travis up close. "Oh, I see. Travis the Firecracker. Goddamn. Couldn't recognize you for a moment there. What happened to you? The last time I saw you, you were thrown out of camp."

"Well, things happen," 'Think, think... what was Clint like exactly?' "I see you finished your training without an issue?"

"So to speak," Clint shrugged. "Been appointed as a prison guard right after the camp, worked in Fial for two years, and then came here this winter. And what about you?"

"Not much. Travels and travels for the past two weeks. Now I just want to sleep it off. You get what I'm saying, right?"

<Getting little sleep is a bitch. I feel somewhat bad for him.>

Another <Suggestion> made its way into Clint's mind, not meeting much resistance on the way. Travis glanced at the other guard, but the woman didn't budge from her position. Nevertheless, he did see her green eyes eyeing both him and Clint. 'Oh, now I remember. Clint has always been a womanizer. I bet he's banging her behind the scenes.'

"Yeah, lack of sleep is a bitch," the man nodded heavily. "I feel you. But really, I need to see your MID. You know, paperwork and all."

"About that..." Travis took a deep breath. "I'm going to sell you a shit story."

"Nothing's shittier than Likert's orders, so you have a tough competition," Clint appeared to chuckle momentarily.

"So... I'm studying under this woman, see, and she sent me on a quest last month. Aaannd... somewhere along the way, my MID broke. So... now I need a new one."

<He looks like he's telling the truth.>

Clint took a little step back and seemed to reach for his sword momentarily, a stone-cold expression on his face. A tense moment arose in the air. However, just before he did so, his face relaxed as he laughed, "Pfft. That definitely is a shit story. But you still fall behind Likert. Whatever, you pass."

"...pass?"

"Go on in. You'll need to get to an office to get a new MID made. You live here anyway, right? And you do look half-dead, so I think you should go and rest. Just... don't tell anyone I let you in, and you'll be golden."

"Oh, I see. Thanks, Clint."

"Just remember, you didn't meet me."

"Pfft. Will do. See you around."

"Sure thing."

'Huh. That was easier than I initially thought. Thankfully, Clint is mostly the same as I remember.' Travis thought. It was definitely good, to be able to walk into Silvana without a MID so easily. Though it was probably a one-time deal, he didn't mind at all. After all, tomorrow he would set off far and away. There was a good chance it'd be a few months before he returned.

Suddenly, he heard Clint's voice behind him, "Hey, wait for a second!" a distinct sound of metal clattering could be heard as the guard approached Travis.

"...?" the man felt his heart suddenly stop, a momentary spike of fear causing him to instantly flinch toward Clint. Although it wasn't visible, his left hand was already on the handle of The Pacifist, ready to slash. However, seeing that the other man wasn't holding a weapon, he relaxed his hold, if only a little. "What is it?"

"Well, you know, you mention you study under a woman and all. Care to say what she's like?"

"Uh, strict. Very strict. But patient, also."

"No, no. I mean, you know..." Clint leaned toward Travis, reducing the distance between their heads to barely a dozen centimeters. "Is she hot?"

'Right. Womanizer. He hears about a woman, and he wants to know all about her. He's barely changed since the camp days.' "Well, I've never given it much thought, really."

"Maybe let's start with: what's her age? Her looks? Attitude?"

"Oh... thirty...ish?" he replied hesitantly. "She's roughly your height, I'd say, and typically wears all dark clothes. You know, as you'd expect of a Rogue."

"But is she, you know... stacked? Here, there?" Clint asked, gesturing around his chest and hips level.

"Right..." 'He's still a pervert. I wonder if he's ever got a stable relationship with that attitude.' "Not much, I'd say." 'At best, she's between Aria and Crystal... no, I'd rather not think of Crystal like this.' "A small handful here, maybe a bit more down there, that's all." 'Man, this feels weird. I just really wish I could forget this conversation after it's done.' "But why do you even want to know?"

"You know, keeping up with the people in the area. You never know when things will change, right?" Clint asked in a somewhat laughing tone, though Travis could not help but sense a glint of... nervousness underlying his tone. "Anyway, what's her name?"

"Name? Huh... you know, that's the funny thing. She never told me," Travis replied, putting a hand on his chin for a moment. 'If I just tell him, he'll definitely end up spilling the beans. I'd rather not have Cecilia on my back for that. She doesn't even know I know her name.' "From what I know, people call her 'Storm Rogue'."

"Storm Rogue...? Wait, you're studying under that chick?! I heard she was crazy and refused to teach everyone."

"Oh, trust me, she did. It took me 5 days to convince her." 'Not even counting the groveling I had to do after she accepted...'

"As hardworking as ever, huh? I respect the effort, man."

"What can I say. It's just who I am."

"Heh," Clint chuckled a little. "Anyway, take care."

"You too," Travis nodded to him.

And then, they departed, the Apostle going to his home, and the guard coming back to the gate.

-20 minutes later-

'Man, it really is nice to lay down in your own bed.' Travis thought, feeling the sheets under him. They definitely could use some washing, but at the moment, he cared little for that. No, what mattered at the moment was taking care of himself.

Quickly unpacking his things, he made sure to separate his items and clothes. Tugging the latter into a small basket and covering them with a small sheet, he decided to take care of them in the morning. Then, he took a short while to reorganize his things on the table in his living room. After finishing that task, he went over to a small drawer near his bed and changed his clothes for some fresh ones. Immediately after that, he went over to the other room and glanced at the small space where he used to cook his meals. A sigh escaped his mouth as he went over to a tap and uncorked it. Immediately, some water started flowing out, and Travis scoped it in his hands before splashing it on his face.

Within minutes, he took a razor and faced the mirror above the tap. A candle's light was cast on him, showing his brown, somewhat thick beard, covering most of his lower cheeks and extending onto his neck. A small mustache connected with the rest of the hair, creating a nice, typical beard that most could be seen as one of the most popular styles. Although it needed some upkeeping, it didn't look... disheveled, in any way.

But Travis was never a big fan of beards. With a steady hand, he started working with the razor, quickly cutting the hair. Within just a few minutes, he looked at his reflection and felt his skin. It wasn't very smooth, but he had his old shaving tool to thank for that. Nevertheless, the man smiled at his reflection a little.

'In a way, it feels bizarre. Almost like dream, even...' he looked at his hands for a moment, and then back at his reflection. He knew it was real. There was no need to prove it.

Within minutes, he was lying under his sheets, his mind slowly drifting into the dream realm as he tried his best to stay awake just for a moment more, trying to organize his thoughts.

'One last time before I kick it into motion. I should try to ask Aria about information first, and then finish my quest. I can't expect the situation from today to repeat. About my next target, I'll think of it once I get to the current one. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying where I'm headed right now. Until I'm level 50? Maybe, but I feel like that'd be too little. I'll figure out the limits when I start leveling up.'

He turned under the sheet, eyes closed.

'And then there's the issue with Crystal. How high level would I need to break through that barrier? How high WP would be required? Probably in the thousands. Once I reach a satisfactory level in offensive skills, I'll go and try to reach <Domination> in the skill tree, or at least something akin to it. I don't care if Redion is right and that Psion is not evil, I want to know who dared do that.'

He breathed a heavy sigh. Feeling the haze slowly take him, Travis' train of thought started derailing.

'Clint... I didn't expect to see him... I've seen him several times, actually, but never remembered... he's a big pervert, just as he used to be...'

...

'...though, I guess... Cecilia is... hot... in a way... mysterious and... shadowy... not like Crystal... she's warm and open...'

...

...

"Wake up," a voice called out to him.

Travis opened his eyes.

He was lying on the ground, sprouts of grass tickling his face as he turned his head a little. What immediately came to his attention was the fact that as he raised his eyes a little higher, a plain full of flowers came into his vision. Sweet aroma was dense in the air, and the sun was blaring from beneath some clouds, creating a nice and warm atmosphere.

Nearly instantly, he felt his heart pump stronger as he quickly sat up. 'Did I doze off by accident?' he wondered for a moment, seeing Cecilia sitting on a blanket no more than 2 meters away from him. Her gray eyes were staring him down, carefully watching his movements. On her body was the typical 3-piece outfit she tended to wear at most times, consisting of a rather large, black shirt, fittingly dark, long pants, and a short cloak of a dark gray color.

Cecilia's hair swayed back and forth in the slight breeze, brushing her shoulders a little as she asked, "So, did you do it?"

"I..." Travis started and immediately stopped, taking a sweeping look around. The plains around the two of them were devoid of absolutely anything, only the green grass and colorful flowers filling the area as far as the eyes could see. Behind Cecilia, there was a large, old tree, an oak perhaps, standing tall and giving the woman plenty of shade.

"Did you finish your quest, Travis?" the black-haired woman asked in a slightly sharp tone.

"My quest...? Y-Yes..." he said slowly, reaching into his pocket, and bringing out the earring. After weighing it a little in his hand he threw it toward the woman, who caught it within a split second. As her eyes traced the item, she smiled a little.

"Good job," she congratulated him. "You've done well."

"Teacher, I..." Travis said, looking to his side. For some reason, he expected something to happen, but... what exactly? For some reason, he couldn't remember. "Thank you."

"Now then, I suppose I have the set," Cecilia seemed to chuckle a little as she brought out the second earring. After comparing them for a moment, she affixed them to her ears, the small, golden orbs gleaming and dancing as she shook her head a little. "So, how do I look?"

Travis couldn't tell why, but the question didn't seem to be aimed only toward how fitting the accessories were. "Beautiful," he spoke before biting his tongue. Compliments were one thing, but he knew that Cecilia didn't like them.

But the woman only smirked a little. "Thank you," she made a slight stretch backward before returning to her position. "But don't you think something else would describe me better?"

"W-Would it? What exactly?"

"How about... hot?" Cecilia asked and seemed to bite her lower lip a little. "Because I certainly do feel that way," she continued speaking, undoing the clasp holding her cloak together.

Her slim figure became more pronounced in the shade of the tree as the woman threw the article of clothing to her side. In her gray eyes, Travis immediately noticed a glint of something he didn't expect to see: excitement.

"T-Teacher, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked, but it was an obviously rhetorical question.

Travis couldn't **** himself to say a word. He wanted to stop her, he felt that something was off about this, but... he couldn't move his body. Perhaps it was just out of shock, or perhaps... because he didn't want to.

"Still no answer? Hmm, you have a strong spirit," Cecilia said, bringing her hands to the bottom of her shirt. "Then what will you say now?" she asked, taking her shirt off in one swift motion.

Underneath the clothing, Cecilia had a very slim and taut stomach, with outlines of some muscles visible and moving about as she relaxed her form. Her breasts, a small handful perhaps, were hidden underneath a lacy bra, black in color just like everything else she wore. Noticing his eyes lingering, the woman got both her breasts and tried to squeeze them together momentarily, creating a small amount of decolletage.

"How about now? Feeling like giving me an answer?"

"...why are you doing this?" Travis asked, unsure what he should do. On one side, he enjoyed seeing Cecilia strip in such a casual, yet seductive way, but on the other, he was just... confused. Why would she do that? She definitely wasn't the type to do something like this.

"Isn't it obvious?" the woman asked, rising a little from her position and stepping closer. As she halved the distance from the man, she gestured to her golden earrings. "You've been through a lot to do what I asked of you, haven't you? Shouldn't I reward your struggles?"

"...b-but like this?"

"Don't you like this?" Cecilia asked, undoing a piece of cord that held her pants tightly on her hips. Within a few seconds, the third article of clothing landed on the ground, exposing the woman's entire figure to him.

Her legs were defined and smooth like silk, with delicate looks, but undeniably a huge power potential as well. She walked out of her pants and kicked them to the side, showing Travis how her black, lacy panties were sticking to her body tightly. Through the material, he could see an outline of a cameltoe.

"Ready to give me an answer? Am I hot or am I not hot?" Cecilia asked, and this time, Travis felt it: right now, giving a response wasn't optional.

"...Y-Yes, you are hot, Teacher."

"Good. Then lay down and let your teacher reward you," she smirked, a curve appearing on her face. However, that didn't make her look gentler. If anything, it made her look more dangerous than usual. Despite being only clothed in her underwear, Cecilia looked like a predator, prepared to snatch its prey. "Now, isn't it fair that you follow my example?"

Travis glanced to his side as if awaiting something to happen. This state of mind only lasted for a short instant as he felt Cecilia's foot rub against his crotch. With each passing second, he felt the pressure increase, albeit slowly. She was giving him a moment, but it wouldn't last long.

Swiftly, he took off his shirt, and then his pants. As he finished, he was only dressed in his boxers, sporting an erection that tried to rip them apart. Cecilia seemed to lick her lips at the sight as she slowly made her descent. As her knees touched the grass, Cecilia got on all fours, her figure ascending above Travis's. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed, and the man's body obeyed without any resistance. The woman sat on his lower stomach, just a tad bit above his crotch.

"Isn't this nice?"

"...it is," he replied, seeing her sultry look as her hands explored his chest for a long moment.

Finally, Cecilia reached with her hand and unhinged his boxers, letting Travis's cock spring out to full mast. Feeling it hit her asscheeks lightly, the woman chuckled in a low tone and proceeded to gyrate her hips a little, forcing Travis's shaft between her cheeks. Then, she moved up and down a little, hands on the man's shoulders as she studied his expression.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked, lowering herself a little. Noses mere centimeters apart, her gray eyes seemed to try and pierce a hole through the man's yellow.

He didn't reply, opting to only nod a little. Seeing his reaction, the woman suddenly stopped her movements.

"Then perhaps you should put yourself to work," Cecilia said, rising on her legs a little. Without letting a single second go to waste, she got hold of her panties and quickly slid them down, showing the man her nether regions. Her labia was engored, clearly a bit larger than normal, and there was a clear glint of some juices slowly flowing out from within. Her pubic hair was nicely shaven, with only clean skin visible to the naked eye. Quickly stepping out of her panties, the woman got over to Travis's head, planting her cunt against his lips. "Go ahead. You deserve as much."

Still a little confused, Travis tried to back off just a little bit, but he immediately felt Cecilia's hands on his stomach, pinning him down relative to her. She raised her hips just a little before she slammed them down on his face again, this time pushing with more ****, cutting air from his mouth and nose. Taking in her pussy's scent, he opened his mouth, trying to take a breath, but she didn't allow him to.

"Lick," she commanded.

Unable to fight back, the Apostle conceded, sticking out his tongue and running it over Cecilia's inner lips. A quiet, low moan escaped her mouth as she began slightly gyrating her hips. The movement allowed some air, which Travis almost greedily sucked in between subsequent licks.

"Good boy. But you have to work harder if you want to get your reward in full," she seemed to chuckle lightly as she spoke.

He kept on going on, constantly trying to give it his all in his task. With every point of Cecilia's pussy lips that he explored, the studied her reactions, every vibration that he felt her let out, every increase and decrease in her moans. Soon, he was certain that he found her weak spot. Just to test his theory, he suddenly leaned in harder and rapidly worked on it.

"!!!" Cecilia's eyes went wide as she arced backward, her legs shaking violently for a second before closing slightly. A few gasps escaped her mouth, combined with a low moan.

She slowly moved away from Travis's face, sitting on his chest instead. Looking downward, she inspected how her slit was generously dripping onto his skin. "You are adept at this," she said, leaning over him, her breasts mere centimeters from his nose, still clad in the black bra. "But let's see you handle something more." Cecilia raised her hips and placed her hands on Travis's shoulders, putting her mass onto them as she moved the rest of her body toward his lower half. After a few seconds, she was in position, her legs on either side of his hips, hands still on the man's shoulders, her cunt literally millimeters from the tip of his cock.

Travis wasn't able to answer her words or actions. Perhaps it was the slight suffocation Cecilia had given him just now, but he didn't feel like he was able to move a single muscle of his body. At the moment, he could only watch, his yellow eyes soon meeting with the woman's gray.

"...here we go," she said the words, and immediately sat on him, forcing his shaft to enter her hot slit. "...!" her eyes widened immediately, almost as if she regretted doing something so sudden. A strong flush immediately went over her face, painting her already-colored skin with a deeper shade of red.

He felt instantly how incredibly tight Cecilia's insides were. It didn't feel like she was a virgin, more like her muscles were still constricted. It seemed that her orgasm just now didn't yet let go of her. Immediately, Travis asked, "Are you alright, Teacher?"

"...how considerate of you, t-to care about how I feel," she answered calmly, but there seemed to be the tiniest amount of shaking in her voice. "But you should worry about yourself," she answered, a smirk appearing on her face as she raised her hips and immediately slammed them downward, this time to the very base. A glint of a moan escaped her mouth as she repeated the motion again and again, her eyes staring into Travis's, a smile slowly making its way onto her face.

At that moment, Cecilia kind of reminded Travis of Leaf. She had a very similar, aggressive attitude when it came to sex. However, both of them approached it differently. Leaf, while she enjoyed leading Travis on, was rather tender and gentle in her techniques, and didn't mind it when he took over. Cecilia seemed to be on the other side of the spectrum, reveling in taking control of the situation, not letting him move a muscle, and doing all the work herself. Her attitude was especially visible when he tried to grope her once or twice, as she swatted his hands away aggressively. And that smile of hers was also something else. It wasn't entirely made up of lust like Leaf's was. Under the cover of a sultry expression, Travis could easily read a prideful feeling, something that could be seen in predators that have caught their prey. In a way, it really fitted the hawk-like stare she usually gave.

However, that attitude seemed to loosen up a little as Travis felt the woman tense up somewhat, her movements becoming slower, but definitely stronger, every next slam of her hips on his more powerful than the last. Cecilia seemed to grit her teeth as her face became almost beetroot red, a stifled moan just barely sounding as she was visibly trying to hold it back.

Her movements slowed down to a halt as she sat down fully, Travis's shaft deep inside her. Her breathing was ragged, but her composure was just as strong as it was before she started riding him. She focused on him, a hand going to his cheek.

"...are you close?" she asked, a bit of spit making it down her tongue and onto his neck.

"...yes," he replied, feeling his cock ready to erupt soon. Still buried inside Cecilia's snatch, he could easily feel her folds massage him, every next beat of her heart more synchronized with his.

She didn't answer, instead rising in her position a little. With quick movements, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts roam free in the world. A small, perky handful of breastflesh was capped with nice, pink nipples, the two points standing proudly a little above the surrounding skin. "Then come. Come for me, Travis," Cecilia said, bringing her hips up and falling onto his crotch with all her upper body mass. "Come-ah..." she said again, a moan coming out as well. She hastened her movements, focusing her eyes on him. "MMPH!" she raised her voice a little but quickly covered her mouth with a hand. Momentarily, her eyes rolled into her skull as her pussy squeezed Travis's dick with all it had. This, in turn, caused the man to come himself, blowing a large blow into his teacher's carnal tunnel.

A few long seconds passed, the two of them enjoying the afterglow. However, as Cecilia started gyrating her hips on his for a moment, Travis came to his senses. Immediately, he noticed how the woman straightened up and then bent down, lying down on his chest, her still erect nipples brushing against his skin. And most importantly: his penis was still deep in her, yet hard.

"Good boy," Cecilia said. "I knew I was right to take you in," she whispered into his ear.

"What?" he asked, a little confused.

"You have always been a great student, you know?" she continued whispering into his ear. "And I'm sure you'll make a great father, too."

Travis's heart skipped a beat at her words. "W-What?"

In response, Cecilia rose up a little, with elbows on his chest as their noses almost touched. Her hair brushed his cheeks a little before flowing down on either side of his face, creating a semi-dim space between their lips.

"You know, with that load in me, there's no way I won't be getting pregnant," there seemed to be a happy undertone in her voice as an unusually gentle smile appeared on her face. "Unless you want to go again to make sure?" she asked, moving her hips left and right a little."

"B-But what do you mean...?"

"I'm pregnant, what's not to understand?" Cecilia asked, touching her nose with his, and then planting a light kiss on his lips. "We'll be together forever, won't we?"

And then, he woke up.

*GASP!*

Travis sat up on his bed, clutching a hand to his chest, trying to contain his heart that wanted to burst out. Making a quick turn, he looked about the room, and with a sigh of relief, he confirmed that Cecilia wasn't around. It was all just a dream.

'...shit. I got scared there for a moment.' he thought, slowly calming his breathing. After doing a quick inspection of the room one last time, his attention suddenly came to his crotch. Or rather, a stain on his pants. 'That damn Clint and his perverted attitude. I didn't expect it to rub off on me so easily.' Still, he simply lay again under the sheets. 'I'll take care of it in the morning.'

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