Settling in

In a matter of moments, the pair of you cross time and space and return to your dorm room, the air conditioned interior a stark but welcome contrast from the Vacuo sun. Mindful of her own possessions, you make sure to warp them as well, stashing them at the foot of her bed. They included a rolling luggage case full of clothes, her trusty umbrella, and Torchwick's signature hat. That final item gives her pause as she gazes upon it. Flashing you a grateful smile, she steps out of your embrace to take it into her hands. Lovingly, she traces the brim of the hat then places it upon her dual-colored hair. Turning towards you again, she smirks and strikes a pose with a cock of her hips.

"Gorgeous," you say with an approving smile.

She giggles and rushes up to hug you once more, her joy clear for you to see. It would've been a picture perfect moment despite her pant-less state if not for an irate yell coming from the bathroom door.

"What the hell is she doing here?!" Emerald loudly complains as she hastily covers herself with the towel she was using to dry her hair.

"Good morning Little Gem," you greet her evenly. "Allow me to introduce you to your new teammate."

"Excuse me?" Emerald responds icily, her eyes dropping to Neo's nakedness, specifically the trail of white running down her leg.

Such ire only grows when she notices your similar state of undress, but you ignore her displeasure for a moment while you address Neo.

"Why don't you go ahead and get yourself cleaned up seeing as how Emerald has finished showering," you suggest to her.

She nods happily as she plucks Torchwick's hat from her head only to place it upon yours, much to your surprise. She then takes a moment to admire her handiwork, giving a satisfied nod at your new look before turning to face her new teammate and old acquaintance in crime. The two girls have a tense stare down, Emerald's crimson eyes glaring at direct competition for your affections, her jealousy rolling off of her in waves. Neo answered simply with her signature confidence and sass, giving your Little Gem a cocky smirk as if to say "I'm here to stay. Deal with it." As if to add insult to injury, she struts forward with practiced grace, shedding her remaining clothes piece by piece with every languid step, first her jacket then her corset, and finally her gloves, leaving a trail behind her nearly completely nude form.

Embarrassed by the blatant exposure, Emerald angrily turns her gaze away with a furious blush, her arms crossed over her chest in silent indignation. Even as Neo finally comes face to face with her, she stubbornly refuses to move. Such open defiance irritates you, her temperament now too much for you to ignore.

"Emerald," you say with command, forgoing her nickname. "Stand aside."

She flinches at your tone and glances at you with worry, her lip trembling at your displeasure. Still, she tightly nods and obeys, taking one step to her right and allowing Neo passage. An uncomfortable silence settles over you when the bathroom door closes and you sigh with exasperation.

"What's wrong, Little Gem?" you ask more gently. "You've never acted like this when I bring up the other girls. Why such a difference with Neo?"

She murmurs a response, too quiet for you to hear. You voice as such.

"I said..." she starts a bit louder. "I said... I don't want to be replaced."

Her confession puts a lump in your throat. All of a sudden her jealousy makes sense. Sighing to yourself, you remove Torchwick's hat and sit down on the edge of your bed.

"Come here," you say, patting the spot next to you.

She obeys stiffly, her hands clasped in front of her as she joins you, refusing to look you in the eye.

"You're not being replaced," you say to try and reassure her. "Neo is here because... well, Torchwick is dead."

Emerald chuckles mirthlessly.

"I figured as much if you have his hat. But still though... why Master? You made a connection with her, I can feel it through our own. Why did you do that?"

"Because she needs me," you say simply. "Salem sent her personal assassin after them when she discovered Torchwick had jumped ship. Are you familiar with someone named Tyrian Callows?"

"Only his name," Emerald answers with a shake of her head. "Some kind of mass murderer from Anima."

"Well, he was tasked by Salem to eliminate both Neo and Torchwick for their betrayal. Before they left, I gave Neo a means of contacting me should she ever be in danger, and today she made that call. By the time I arrived, Torchwick was already dead and Tyrian was preparing to finish off Neo as well. I stopped him before he could and quickly subdued him, but it was Neo who finished him off. Afterwards, she refused to let go of me so I offered her to stay with us."

She clenches the tail of her towel between her fingers yet doesn't rebuke you.

"This displeases you," you state the obvious. "Know that my decision is final. She's with us now."

"I know," Emerald concedes sadly. "But I'm scared. I'm scared you'll replace me with her."

You firmly take Emerald by the chin and **** her to look at you. She flinches at your rougher treatment, but when you gaze into her eyes with your own, she's met with a fierceness of devotion rather than harsh correction.

"No matter how many women I invite into my life, I will never replace you," you declare with finality. "You are my Little Gem. Nothing can replace you. Trust in me as I've grown to trust in you. Understand?"

Mist wells up in Emerald's eyes as she takes your words to heart. Despite all of her misgivings and insecurities, your words seem to have fallen on fertile ground. She takes your hand with her own and shifts it to caress her cheek with your knuckles.

"I trust you," she finally says with a shudder.

"Good. Now come here."

You lean forward to kiss her and while she hesitates for a brief moment, that hesitation melts away as she returns the kiss. She moans sweetly into your mouth as you deepen the connection, pulling her into your lap to straddle you while your erection rises to attention at her touch. On instinct, she grinds her rapidly moistening pussy against you, the heat and wetness sending pleasurable shudders up your spine.

"You made love to her," she whispers to you.

"I did," you confirm.

"Even though I'm carrying your child."

"Naturally."

"Is she carrying as well?"

"Not yet."

"Good."

Pleased with your answer, she lifts herself up ever so slightly and guides you by hand against her scorching tightness. Taking her mocha cheeks into your hands, you grip and pull her down into you, spearing her in a single movement. Her mouth falls open in a passionate "O" as the familiar spreading fills her, an expression you mirror for her pleasure.

"Make love to me too," she begs quietly. "Show me you won't leave. Please..."

You knew she was dependent on you, but this level of vulnerability was something you've never seen from her before. Emerald was one of your more voracious and aggressive lovers. She liked being taken and dominated, and at times even degraded at least to an extent. It was nothing short of astounding how much of a pivotal change she was displaying when she felt her position was being threatened. It both concerned and excited you.

"I'm not going anywhere," you say tenderly as you begin a gentle rocking motion with your hips.

She hisses in pleasure at the slow and deliberate pace. Not a single movement was wasted between you two. Every grind, twitch and caress was dedicated to heightening mutual pleasure and fulfillment in not just body but mind and soul. Your hands slide back and forth along her firm hips with every pass, sending goosebumps swarming across her skin. The sweet, floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the heady aroma of sexual arousal, creating a curious aroma that tickled at your libido despite having just filled Neo with a pair of back-to-back loads.

As the rocking continues, Emerald's towel falls loose to reveal her lovely chest for your viewing pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell with every shuddering breath and rosy nipples stood at attention, waiting to be suckled. You do exactly that, taking one hardened nub into your mouth while you pinch the other between your fingertips. This extra attention forces Emerald to arch her back, thrusting her chest into your face while she cradles your head with her hands.

"Master... I love you...!" she gasps out loud. "I love you so much!"

She immediately barrels into a shuddering orgasm following her declaration, her pussy juices spraying your lap with wild abandon. You grin wolfishly into her bare breast. Her pleasure gave you immense satisfaction and you take a moment to let her catch her breath.

"How much do you love me, my Little Gem?" you ask her huskily.

"With all I am, Master," she moans. "And I want to show you by milking you with my pussy."

"I know you will," you agree with her as you shift to lay her back on the bed. "But there's another way I want you to prove this to me."

You resume your lazy fucking, drawing out every stroke with deliberate lethargy.

"A-anything...!" she gasps out in mounting pleasure, eyes fluttering closed.

"Good. I want you to help Neo feel welcome with us."

She tenses at the mention of your ice cream lover, yet this tension melts away just as quickly as it came. Your cock made certain of that.

"What... what do you... need me to do...?" she whimpers whilst undulating her body against you.

You smirk slyly as you hear the bathroom door creak open. Standing in the threshold is Neo, her body still glistening wet from the shower with a towel thrown over her shoulders. Catching you make love to your Little Gem was initially met with surprise, but soon her face mirrored your own; that of mischievous lust. You lift your hand and silently crook your finger in a "come hither" motion, a direction that's happily obliged. Emerald has been supremely stubborn about Neo being involved, but you felt it would take more than just dicking the jealousy out of her. Such a situation required a more... delicate approach.