-Federico García Lorca

"Whmphu-" John tried to stammer out, unable to control his wild reactions. Moira's grip was firm, though, pinning him against the wall and not allowing his sputtering lips to do much more than inconvenience her.

"Father, are you- is she-"

"Do you… want help?"

Seras and Sophia were both frozen between switching stances, halfway between shock and battle-ready. Neither of them, however, seemed quite prepared to handle their creator being assaulted in such an unusually lewd way. Moira held up her hand to signal them away, but they didn't relax until John himself glanced up and shrugged… at least, as best as he could with Moira so ferociously thrust against him.

"Moira," John exhaled the moment that he had the freedom to do so, "what the fuck?"

John thought about taking the time to put his words more elegantly, but judging by the look of desire for some Gaia-forsaken reason taking over Moira, he had no such opportunity. Moira didn't seem to take any form of offense aside from mild annoyance, meeting John's gaze with a far superior intensity… and a hungering desire that sent tingles through both his spine and nethers.

"It's just… it's been so hard lately," Moira breathed, nuzzling her face into John's neck. "With the war, with the ever-present threat of the Cabal, I haven't had a chance to take care of things. No alone time, no moments of rest or unguarded pleasure, and all the healing and protecting I've done mixed with the stress of leading the Order, I…"

Moira pulled back and panted as she glanced into John's eyes. Despite the fact that they had been battling for quite some time and that Moira had certainly never been truly holding back, it was the first time John had seen Moira perspire since their APC pulled into the Cabal warehouse. She almost staggered as she gripped John's collar, nearly wheezing as she continued.

"…I need release. Will you help me?"

Moira offered no further explanation before resuming the kiss and adding to the intimate gesture with a quick fondling of John's masculinity through his armor and clothes. Her grip was so tight John wasn't sure what he was more worried about - malformation of his armor or mishandling of his most sensitive regions.

"Moira," John wheezed as the redhead pulled back to take a breath, "what has gotten into you?"

"Do you remember the forest? The one in your world, where you…" Moira's face grew redder than it already was, an embarrassment deeper and truer than even her arousal shining through. "…stumbled upon me, with your cat-woman attending to my needs?"

"That- I mean- yeah," John stuttered.

"The Golden Rose comes with many blessings… and a few curses," Moira whispered, holding herself back from John's lips long enough to speak, though her hands and hips made up for the lack of intimacy by growing ever bolder. "Gaia has blessed our line with many powers… but they come at a cost."

"Wait, are you seriously telling me that God is making you horny?!" John blurted out, the idea sounding even more ludicrous to him now that he had said it out loud.

"I am telling you that… the Lady sees procreation as a noble thing and wishes to encourage it!" Moira growled, her face flushing to the neck with a mixture of anger and embarrassment at John calling out her actions as such. "Now shut up. I can't focus anymore, and we'll learn nothing if I am distracted by this for even a moment longer."

"Listen, I know- I mean, we've both seen each other in some embarrassing positions, Moira, but I don't know if I'm ready for sex with you." Moira’s exasperated look confused John, so he tried to backpedal. "I mean, you're hot and all - dig the muscles - but we've been kind of at each other's throats a bit the past couple weeks, and-"

"We aren't going to have sex, and the past 'couple' weeks are why I need this," Moira grunted, her hand beginning to unfasten the armor covering John's nethers. In the background, John saw both Seras and Sophia tense up at Moira's discarding of John's apparent lack of consent, but there was little John could do even if he did want to stop her. "Normally I keep myself well under control until a battle is finished - I've had years to adapt. Between the preparations for battle, trying to arrange guards for you and your family, planning out our moves and trying to analyze the Cabal's movements… by the Lady, I haven't gotten off in three days!"

"Three days… three days turns Moira into this?" John thought, half-amused and fighting a chuckle at the rapid change in demeanor.

"That's why I was… attending to myself in that forest. Going up against that Albidian mage caused me to use far more of my Warden abilities than I had intended… and then your creations stumbled upon me while I was ****."

"I did wonder why you didn't just shove her off… wait, is that what you meant by…"

John trailed off, not interrupted by anything in particular but instead caught off guard by the very act happening in front of him. Moira was rapidly fiddling with her own armor now, having stripped off the outer layer of John's. Now, with his body and mind unmolested - in all possible meanings - John was able to appreciate what he was actually seeing. Moira was annoyed at having to explain herself, which was not an unusual state of being, but everything else… she was needy. Frustrated. Moira was, though the thought was so bizarre to John… horny.

John had to say, between Seras, Sophia, and now Moira, he was beginning to suspect that he might have an unrealized kink for seeing dominating women reduced to puddles of lust. Watching Moira strip off her armor, seeing the heat in her face, looking at every inch of her skin that was quickly being revealed… even against his own metallic casing, John could feel his manhood fighting to rise.

He was still a little thrown off to see Moira reveal what appeared to be an equally armor-like and gilded chastity belt, completely with a full lock on the front. After extracting a key from… well, John wasn't quite sure where, Moira proceeded to unlock it and toss it onto the floor. Out of curiosity - and a growing need to develop a habit to do so - John cast a quick Observe as he stripped out of his own clothing, uncertain of what was about to happen but having no desire to dirty his own gear.

Vow Keeper
A unique piece of armor, forged and heavily enchanted to protect the wearer's chastity. Designed specifically to protect the Golden Rose, blessed by the Lady.

"To protect… you mean, if you-"

"I told you, John Newman, I do not intend to have sex with you… but I would appreciate your assistance. I cannot, erm- I have found that sating my desires at this height is less effective."

Moira was nearly shaking as she strode forward at John's now-naked form. With a form of trepidation John had never seen expressed in the young woman before, she knelt down and gently grasped his cock with her freshly de-gauntleted hand. Her skin was a bit rough, hardened by battle, but her grip was soft and shockingly skilled.

"I will not do this if you truly want me to stop, John Newman… but I would be in your debt. This is an aid I cannot ask of many, certainly almost none outside the Order. I am… I am trusting you with everything. I need you."

John's emotional switch flipped from honored to an intense arousal in an instant. Suspicions of his own preferences rising rapidly, John gave a firm nod, even daring to reach forward and place a hand in Moira's hair. Despite the slight sweat, Moira's hair was almost the opposite of her hands - it showed no battle weariness, and it felt like silken strands coursing through his fingers.

"Alright, Moira… go ahead."

Moira nodded once and didn't bother to speak again, continuing to stroke along John's length more vigorously. Her eyes remained fixed to his member, but her left hand snuck down with practiced ease to dance between her legs, diving frantically into a hurried stroking. Meanwhile she gently eased her head forward just enough that she could begin to lick at John's dick, tongue lightly sweeping over it as she teased and toyed with his manhood.

"You sure this is what you want to do? I mean, I'm… rock hard right now, you are gorgeous, but isn't this about you?"

"I just need some external stimulus," Moira replied, pulling her head back only just enough to speak, "and someone to... enhance the experience to speed the process up. It is unfortunate enough I am succumbing here of all places; I would prefer not to delay."

Emphasizing her desire to speed things up, Moira left her mouth open as she finished speaking and thrust herself onto John's cock, taking it almost halfway in one deep dive. John could feel his tip grazing the back of her throat, but Moira didn't gag or show any signs of discomfort. Instead she continued onward bravely, retreating only long enough to gasp a staggered breath before lustfully pressing herself toward John's groin once again. An eager wetness coated John's length from tip to base; in under thirty seconds Moira was taking him all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck, Moira, that's- I might come before you," John admitted, unsure of how to compliment Moira's skill without questioning how a supposed virgin sucked cock almost as well as a mythical vampire with a flexible and lengthy tongue.

Moira couldn't very well reply, but she made her intentions known by bringing her own tongue into the equation. Moira swirled her mouth around John's cock while continuing to thrust herself upon the lengthy shaft, eyes unfocused and hazy with a lust that was only fully clarified when John realized that her hand was rapidly flickering across her nether regions, eagerly indulging herself in pleasures John couldn't comprehend.

Unsure of what to do with himself, John glanced over to where Seras and Sophia were standing, hoping to distract himself from the sexual attack he was currently enduring. Instead, he was greeted with a less surprising but equally arousing sight - Sophia was wrapped around Seras, her hands groping at every available surface while grinning from ear to ear, whispering things that John could only imagine while exploring Seras' willing body. Though she still seemed a bit uncomfortable, Seras loosened up considerably when she locked eyes with John. It might have had something to do with how John's gaze shifted as he noted two of his closest and sexiest allies locked in an embrace, no matter how one-sided it was. He couldn't hide his lust… and as Seras turned toward an open-mouthed kiss from Sophia, neither could she.

John could only groan as Moira redoubled her efforts, perhaps sensing his weakness. As her lips wrapped around him and she began to suckle so powerfully even John was gritting his teeth to resist it, John couldn't help but wonder who Moira was really trying to push to orgasm. The way she was looking up at him, eyes torn between an unfocused lust and the look of a woman who understood just how much pleasure she was inflicting, told John she herself was not all that certain.

"Holy shit, this is… Moira, I'm…"

John grunted with exertion as Moira swallowed his length entirely and held it there, mouth wrapped around the very base of his dick and swallowing repeatedly while swirling her tongue around the bottom of his cock. John couldn't help himself - despite how engrossed Moira was in her ministrations, John had the distinct impression that she had lost her goals in the throes of lust.

"That's enough!"

Remembering how weak Moira had been to the ministrations of his Nekos, John grabbed Moira by the shoulders and pulled her back. Forcibly, his member was extracted from the confines of her mouth. Moira coughed suddenly, and had only just recovered from the sudden motion and readied herself to speak when John roughly threw her to the ground. The Warden of the Golden Rose let out an almost adorable squeak as she was harmlessly tossed to the floor, her exposed lower half revealed as she spread her legs to steady herself.

"J-John, we don't have time to play around, the Cabal-"

"The Cabal are defeated, for now. And if you want this to end soon, I can't be the one having all the fun."

Moira's eyes widened a few degrees and her breathing noticeably sped up, but John kneeled all the same. He offered no further words of encouragement and took Moira's similar silence as assent while he returned Moira's own favor. The last thing John heard as he craned his head between Moira's legs was a single squeal of pleasure.

Then the Warden's powerful legs locked around his head, and all he could hear were the soft vibrations of cooing pleasure as his tongue touched upon Moira's delicate flower.