The oni battle

Fenrir woke to the scent of a world washed clean. Errant raindrops still fell from the branches and the outside of his cloak was completely sodden, but underneath it remained warm and dry. Carefully disentangling himself from his girls, Fenrir took the trail up the side of the canyon to the lookout point.

Light was building along the eastern horizon, but the predawn hush had not yet passed away. In the valley below, all was darkness, a marked difference to the usual campfires that were normally scattered through the oni camp. Even clan Aqun's village showed no trace of a light. Fenrir's enhanced night vision allowed him to make out the details of the camp with fair clarity despite the darkness, however, and what he saw indicated that the enemy alliance had spent a most uncomfortable night.

Satisfied for the moment, the direwolf retraced his steps to camp to find Nelith already up, coaxing their campfire back to life. They had stowed some firewood away to keep it from getting wet, and between that and Nelith's magic it wasn't long before a warm blaze was popping and crackling away even despite the wetness of the surroundings.

Working in companionable silence, Fenrir and Nelith set to preparing breakfast. Not that the succubi were likely to eat much, but Fenrir and Katari were going to need the nutrition. Especially if, as Fenrir suspected might happen, the enemy oni made any decisive moves once they awoke. The fires he and Nelith had set the day previous had no doubt destroyed a significant part of their supplies, so even if this wasn't enough to convince them to finally turn on each other, they'd have to make a concerted attack on clan Aqun soon or give up the siege entirely.

Coaxed by the smell of cooking food, Katari crawled out of bed and came to the fire, soon followed by a yawning Koreen. Fenrir spared a moment to grab his cloak and spread it over a bush where the sun could dry it out once it topped the eastern ridge. As he returned from doing this, Nelith glanced up at him. "So, what's the plan for today, Chief?"

"That depends on what the oni do, but be ready. I expect them to make a decisive move soon, one way or the other."

Katari nodded. "They are undoubtedly furious over the fire you set yesterday. I know not how that anger will express itself, but we should be prepared."

A murmur of assent went around the fire, then Fenrir and Katari settled down to eat. Nelith also grabbed a bit of meat to nibble on, but Koreen left the food strictly alone. Fenrir wasn't surprised; she was easily the most opposed to normal food of any of the succubi.

Once breakfast was over, Fenrir returned to the lookout point. By this point the sun was topping the ridges to the east, diffusing its first pale rays over the far side of the valley, and its light was quickly rousing the camp below.

He watched as the oni crawled from their overcrowded and waterlogged tents and set about getting some cookfires going. It was a struggle; unlike his own party, the oni had been too distracted by the fire he had set to spare attention to ensuring their firewood remained dry. Some of them gave up after a while, choosing to eat their food cold instead, while others persevered until at last they managed to coax a blaze to life.

Fenrir was more interested in the dark looks exchanged between various members of the two clans, however. There didn't seem to be open war, but there was no longer any pretense of civility, even on the part of the rank and file.

As he watched, Katari came up beside him, followed by Nelith and Koreen. The diminutive oni had stayed behind long enough to ensure the horses were fine after the storm, and the two succubi had occupied the same amount of time in cleaning up breakfast and setting the camp back in order. Together they watched as the oni finished up their meager breakfasts and began preparing weapons and armor.

"They intend another battle," Katari noted.

"Yes, and this time I doubt we can distract them," Fenrir agreed. "It looks as though the commanders are staking everything on this last fight, since their alliance is falling apart fast." He glanced over his three girls, who looked back expectantly. Koreen betrayed hints of nervousness, but Nelith was the personification of cool calm, and Katari looked positively eager.

His succubi gave him pause. While their fireballs could do significant damage, they were still **** in close quarters combat, and Fenrir didn't want to be tied too closely to protection detail. He and Katari needed to remain relatively free to fight. He looked back out over the valley, focusing on the battlefield where clan Aqun was already setting up. There were several primitive barricades made of logs lashed together, but no real fortifications short of the village walls themselves. He debated carrying the two succubi to the village and letting them set up atop the palisade, but its distance from the battlefield meant that they would be of limited usefulness in the fight, and more importantly, if something were to happen to them, it would take him precious seconds to come to their aid.

He returned his gaze to the battlefield, and was about to give it up and attempt to find a different solution when his attention was caught by an old tree about halfway up the slope. It stood a little out of the way, which was probably why it had escaped being cut down, but if Fenrir placed Nelith and Koreen in its branches they would be able to launch fireballs into the enemy's flank while its thick foliage would help frustrate answering arrows. From what he had been able to tell, there were few or no magic users among the oni, so between that and the recent rain there was little fear of the tree being set aflame.

He would still need to stay nearby to protect them, but considering the distance between the tree's lowest branches and the ground, the succubi would be relatively safe from all but a sustained ****. It also made good cover for an ambush, which, if timed properly, should cause a good deal of confusion and take some pressure off clan Aqun. They were going to need all the help they could get as the other two clans outnumbered them almost three to one.

"Alright, let's head back to camp and prepare for battle," he finally said. "I'll tell you the plan while we work. -Yes, don't worry, Nelith, you and Koreen will get to fight as well, though I won't be putting you in the middle of the brawl. We don't have much time before the fight starts, so we'd best hurry."

Fifteen minutes later, Fenrir was dashing through the forest in the direction of the tree he had seen from the lookout point. Nelith and Koreen each clung to a shoulder, while Katari lay securely in his arms. Even while carrying all three girls, he was still considerably faster than any of them, and he wanted to be safely hidden among the old tree's branches before clans Kata and Issala-Bas took to the field of battle.

While he was fairly certain several warriors of clan Aqun saw them, they made it up into the tree's thick foliage before any of the other two clans were close enough to spot them. Fenrir was fine with this turn of events; while it wasn't a priority, clan Aqun being aware of where he would attack from meant they could prosecute their own defense more effectively.

He placed Koreen and Nelith where they would have a good view of the battlefield while still being plentifully supplied with cover, then transferred Katari to his shoulders instead. She would be fighting at his side once they sprung their ambush, but the drop from the tree was too far for her to take quickly unassisted without risking injury. Taking a position where he could survey the surrounding area himself, Fenrir cautioned his girls to avoid moving lest they shake the branches they sat on and settled in to wait.

They didn't have to wait too long. It only took about thirty minutes from the point at which they had settled themselves in the tree for the oni to array themselves in preparation for battle. Fenrir watched as the first wave charged, clashing with Aqun defenders. He didn't wait to see the first blood of the day being spilled, instead turning to his girls.

Now that the moment of action was upon them, Katari lay quiet and calm on his back. Only her eyes snapped with anticipation, betraying her eagerness to leap to the defense of her former clan. Nelith remained calm as well, only a hint of nervousness mingling with the determination on her face. Koreen was less so; while she showed no signs of wanting to back out of the upcoming fight, Fenrir could see that her hands trembled where they gripped one of the branches around her.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, either me or Katari will be close by at all times. Just stick to the plan and everything will turn out just fine."

Seemingly heartened, Koreen managed a small smile in return. "Those big dumb muscleheads won't know what hit 'em."

"That's the spirit." A hint of a grin still lingering about his lips, Fenrir turned back to the battle below. He wanted the oni to be properly absorbed in the fight before he made his move so as to maximize the damage his party could deal before their enemies were able to react. Fortunately, the oni's eagerness for battle meant this took very little time, and with one last glance to ensure everyone was ready, Fenrir dropped lightly to the ground.

Katari slipped from his back, drawing her sword and stepping up beside him as he drew his battleaxe from its sheath. As one they leaped forward, falling upon the oni flank like a storm of ****. The first few oni didn't even have time to try to defend themselves, and their confusion was further extended by a barrage of fireballs from the tree Fenrir and Katari had so recently vacated.

Fenrir had been curious how his training with his battleaxe would hold up against the expertise of the oni and had been fully prepared to cast it aside and resort to fighting with his claws, but it seemed Katari's training was more than sufficient for these opponents. Technically speaking, he likely wasn't quite as skilled as some of these oni, but his greater strength and speed more than made up the difference, and he danced through the now disordered lines of oni warriors, now parrying a vicious thrust from a sword with the haft of his battleaxe before spinning it in his hands to bring one of its blades down through the offender's collarbone, now jabbing the head like a spear into another oni's chest to knock him off balance before a lightning quick swing entirely removed his opponent's head.

Katari was right there with him, slipping between the blades of her enemies with almost preternatural nimbleness, the blood which flew from her sword on each swing a testament to how heavy a toll she was extracting from their enemies herself. And always close at hand but never quite atop them were the explosions of fireballs flung from the hands of Nelith and Koreen, keeping the oni on the back foot, never allowing them to mount a concerted defense against the hurricane of **** that was so suddenly crumpling their flank like tissue paper.

As Sataareth settled in to await the mustering of their enemy, his attention was caught by a flash of movement down the slope. A strange figure darted out from the underbrush and ran up the side of a great tree to vanish in the lower branches. He blinked. It had only been a momentary glimpse, but that had looked very like the wolf-creature Fenrir. A moment's conversation with one of the scouts confirmed his suspicions, and he turned to relay this news to the clan-chief.

"It is well. This Fenrir has proven a great aid in disrupting the enemy, but it has only delayed the battle that must still come to pass. From that position he may strike upon the enemy's flank, and if he is as great a fighter as has been reported, we may be able to crush them as between hammer and anvil."

"If he intends to fight," another voice added. Both Sataareth and the chief turned to the source, which was one of the clan elders. "We know little of the wolf-creature's motivations. He may simply be here to observe the battle."

The clan-chief nodded slowly, saying, "It is possible," but Sataareth shook his head.

"If he intended only to observe, he could do so from many places far safer. That tree is well placed to hide an ambush, but poorly placed to observe the battle in full."

The clan elder nodded his acceptance of the truth of Sataareth's statement. "It is likely, yes. I merely caution against counting on it. Do not overcommit yourself believing that he shall provide cover or distraction. We do not yet know his full character."

Sataareth bowed his head in acknowledgement.

The chief nodded as well. "We shall fight as though he were not there, but if he does choose to fight, be ready to take advantage. We cannot forgo even the slightest advantage in this battle if we wish to survive this day."

Nodding, Sataareth returned to his place in the line of defense. It was evident to all that this would be the final battle; that no matter what came about the fighting would only end once one side was wiped out. He thought of Asaara, back in the village, her face pale yet determined as she tested the edge of her dagger. If the enemy overwhelmed their defense, he knew that dagger would drink Kata blood, but he also knew its owner would either join him in **** or don the chains of slavery, and considering her beauty the latter was by far the more likely.

He set his jaw. He could not let that come to pass. This Fenrir had already weakened their enemy considerably even if he did not choose to join the fight. It would be enough. He would make it enough.

There was silence as the enemy marched onto the field of battle, stopping just out of bowshot. The silence among clan Aqun was as it had been for every other battle before now, though perhaps a little heavier. But on the other side, the uncharacteristic quiet and the sullen looks stood as testament to what the wolf-creature had done. A flash of memory surfaced in Sataareth's mind of the first clash of the siege, and the laughter and the taunts thrown across the space between before they had joined in battle. There was none of that now. And the glares of the attackers were directed as much at their allies as at their enemy.

Sataareth wondered whether this could be turned to clan Aqun's advantage. He did not know how Fenrir had managed to drive a wedge between the two enemy clans, but if they could be brought to fight each other it might prove Aqun's salvation.

Then the horn sounded, and the charge commenced. He had placed himself in the vanguard, and now he stood as a rock, repelling the enemy, driving them back before his blade and killing any who attempted too recklessly to push him. But before he could even become warm with the effort there was a disturbance to the rear. Finishing an Issala-Bas warrior with a parry and a thrust into his heart, Sataareth raised his eyes above the swirling melee. From the great tree there descended a semicircular barrage of fire, bathing the oni below in heat and flame. In the center of the crescent there was a great struggle, and the black mass of a head and shoulders rising above the oni surrounding him assured Sataareth that Fenrir had joined the battle.

Even for just the brief second that he dared take his eyes off the enemies around him, it seemed to Sataareth that Fenrir was a blur of fury, oni falling before him like grass, blood filling the air around him like rain. Heartened, Sataareth returned to the battle with renewed hope. Kata would regret attempting to wipe out his clan, and Issala-Bas would be taught that more than numbers were needed to overcome clan Aqun.

Even as he fought, Fenrir kept an ear out for any sign of an oni attempting to circle Katari and himself to stop the barrage of fireballs coming from the tree. It was a good thing that he did, because while no oni had the chance to slip around them, several minutes into the engagement there was a cry of mingled panic and dismay from behind him and he turned just in time to see Koreen tumble from the lower branches.

With a terse "Cover me," to Katari, Fenrir leaped back to where Koreen was pushing herself to a sitting position. Nelith had stopped throwing fireballs in her concern for her sister-succubus, but with Fenrir hastening to her aid she renewed the barrage to help cover the two of them. Katari was also falling back, though still reaping a harvest of **** from any oni that dared come within reach of her blade.

"Are you okay?" Fenrir asked, giving her a quick once-over with God's Eye.

"Ouch... ...Yeah, I'm fine, I just lost my balance." Koreen took the hand Fenrir extended and let him pull her to her feet. Her face was a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Taking her in his arms, Fenrir ran nimbly up the tree's trunk and deposited the blue-haired succubus back on the branch she had fallen from. "Just try not to fall again, eh?" He flashed her a smile, then turning, dropped back to earth.

The entire episode had taken perhaps thirty seconds, but that had been easily enough for the oni to regroup. Fenrir saw at a glance that he and Katari were going to be surrounded if they didn't act fast, even with the ranged support his succubi were providing. Luckily, he had come prepared.

'I've never actually had cause to use this ability before, but if ever there was a time for it, it's now. Let's see what it can do.' And he let loose with Howl of Fury, the uncanny sound washing over the battlefield and leaving a moment of utter stillness in its wake. Even the warriors of clan Aqun halted in their tracks, every eye directed towards the source of the noise.

Then, all across the battlefield, oni turned on those beside them, the lines of the attackers becoming in bare moments a veritable maelstrom of ****. Clan Aqun gaped as their enemies' discipline shattered in the space of a breath, the battlefield suddenly filled with howling demons thirsty for whatever blood they could draw. Fully half of the enemy warriors were hacking at their erstwhile comrades in a frenzy, unheeding of aught else.

Fenrir seized the advantage thus created as with a word to Katari he leaped to the attack. She had been just as surprised as anyone, but she faithfully followed in his wake, renewing the coating of blood on her blade by way of a thrust that pierced the chest of a particularly large opponent.

His Howl of Fury had effectually turned the tide of the battle, but with the frenzy state's limited uptime and the sheer number of enemy oni, victory was still far from assured. Fenrir made the most of the temporary confusion to press the attack, attuning himself to the Shark Spirit to increase his strength and swinging his axe in long powerful figure eights that battered aside anything it could not outright pass through, while Katari ensured there were no paths to him except those menaced by the speeding blade of his axe.

Sataareth was deep in the familiar rhythm of battle, too busy with his opponents to heed what Aqun's new ally might be doing when a bone-chilling howl keened over the battlefield. All were transfixed, and every eye, both ally and enemy alike, sought the source of the strange sound. Sataareth knew who it would be before he looked, and the evidence of his eyes did not contradict him.

But before he could even begin to wonder what the purpose of the strange call had been, his opponents fell upon each other in blind rage, spilling the blood of their neighbors, taking no heed of orders shouted by their captains. Sataareth marveled at the sight, but the clan-chief wasted no such time in idleness.

"Now! Press the attack, warriors of Aqun! While they are distracted!" And he set the example by leaping forward, his greathammer descending upon the upturned face of an Issala-Bas warrior, sending him to his ancestors upon the instant.

Sataareth followed, the first in a line of warriors that rolled down upon their enemies in a resistless wave. For the briefest instant he caught another glimpse of the one who had created this opening, and what he saw was enough to assure him that when the day came to a close it might not be an oni who held the distinction of the most enemies slain.

Fenrir's use of Howl of Fury and the subsequent charge by clan Aqun destroyed any semblance of order on the battlefield. Even once the frenzy effect wore off, the enemy did not regroup to present a unified front to Fenrir and clan Aqun's double-pronged ****. It seemed Howl of Fury had been the final straw, and now four distinct factions formed amongst the combatants as opposed to the three there had been before.

Clans Kata and Issala-Bas withdrew into little knots of warriors, fighting not only Fenrir and clan Aqun but also each other wherever they happened to come into contact. Clan Aqun were making the most of this new development, leveraging their enemies' disorganization to overwhelm each individual pocket of oni. They had been badly outnumbered, but with Kata and Issala-Bas isolated into smaller divisions and cut off from reinforcing each other by their own erstwhile allies, Aqun finally held a numbers advantage in each skirmish and they took full advantage of that fact.

As for Fenrir and his girls, they stayed close to the tree in which Nelith and Koreen were perched. While their magic had been invaluable, it was impossible for the succubi to keep up their initial volume of fire for very long; they were simply too weak to possess the necessary mana reserves. Accordingly, once they started getting low on mana they swapped to only throwing the occasional fireball, each one calculated to do the most damage possible, whether through its own power or as a distraction.

Fenrir and Katari meanwhile cut down whoever was closest to the tree. While Fenrir knew he could have done more damage by leaping into the midst of his enemies and laying waste, he also knew that his spatial awareness in battle wasn't yet comprehensive enough to do so safely without having Katari there to watch his back, and if they both fully committed in such a manner there would be no one to ensure the succubi's safety.

Even while covering for them, however, there was no shortage of fighting to be had. The battlefield had entirely degenerated into chaos, even clan Aqun being separated into smaller bands of warriors as opposed to the unified charge they had performed at first. And despite Fenrir's giant stature, few oni hesitated to attack him or Katari.

Here and there one could also find individual duels taking place whenever two particularly evenly matched combatants happened to cross blades. Most engagements tended to end in only a few moves; a thrust, a feint, a parry to create an opening, and then it would be over. One person would fall dying to add his body to the many which already strewed the battlefield, and the other would turn away to find another opponent.

Occasionally, however, two warriors would find it difficult to find or exploit any openings in each other's guards, and then a protracted duel would develop. Sometimes it would be interrupted by a third party, but Fenrir noticed that usually the two oni would be left to fight it out. A consequence of the oni Code, he assumed.

With little else to plan for and only the task of ensuring no oni got to the tree which housed his succubi, Fenrir focused fully on the battle, observing the different fighting styles of the oni he fought, taking note of particularly clever moves, refining his own technique in response, and in general enjoying himself. The fact that he was deriving pleasure from the fight might have surprised him, but after his encounter with the hobgoblin in the dungeon he and his party had cleared out several weeks ago, he had come to realize he liked fighting, enjoyed the contest, the rush of adrenaline, the danger which menaced him in each new opponent.

He liked sparring as well, but there was a special zest to an all-out battle, where quarter was neither asked nor given and the outcome was victory or ****. A part of him wondered how much of this quirk of his personality came from his new body and how much had been present, though dormant, in his human one. He was descended from a long line of warriors after all, though multiple generations intervened between himself and them.

Well, not that it mattered. He did enjoy it, and considering how this world worked, that was in no way a bad thing. It wasn't to the point that he would seek out a fight just for the fun of it, after all.

The sun continued its slow march across the sky, unheeding of the blood being spilled below, and about midafternoon clan Issala-Bas seemed to decide the battle was no longer worth fighting. One by one they abandoned the fight, slipping off into the forest towards the north.

When Fenrir noticed this, he determined to go after them. Leaving them to carry tales of himself back to their clan-chief and his mysterious patron was unlikely to benefit him any, though he knew he couldn't expect to remain completely anonymous after what he had done here. "Katari, do you think you can defend the succubi by yourself?"

The small oni looked up at him, wiping blood and sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Yes, my lord, I believe I can."

Fenrir nodded. He had expected this answer; most of the fighting had shifted to areas further from the tree, out of range of the succubi's fireballs, and now there only remained a few enemies close enough to conceivably threaten them. "Then I'll leave it to you; I've got some hunting to do."

With the words, he leaped away, vanishing into the woods himself, hunting down and pouncing on any Issala-Bas he could find. Few had the chance to offer any resistance at all, being dead before they even knew there was anyone stalking them, but not all. There were several instances where the retreating oni had banded together in small groups, and he wasn't always able to finish them all before they could react. In these instances he made liberal use of Sand in the Hourglass, unwilling to waste any more time on each engagement than absolutely necessary.

The sun was low by the time he turned back, satisfied he had eliminated all the deserters. He found the battle winding down, the last few of the besiegers being quickly cut down or taken prisoner. Fenrir noticed that most of the oni had preferred to die fighting; there were far less prisoners than an equivalent battle between humans could be expected to produce. Clan Aqun had taken considerable casualties, but thanks to Fenrir's efforts of the past few days they still had enough able-bodied warriors to muster a decent fighting ****, far more than he had feared they might end up with.

Making his way to the old tree, he found Katari, Nelith, and Koreen all there, looking exhausted but otherwise mostly unharmed.

"We did it, yaaayyy..." Koreen cheered, halfheartedly raising one fist into the air.

"Try not to sound so excited," Fenrir chuckled.

She stuck out her tongue at him. "Yeah, fuck you too. I haven't used that much magic in ages. As soon as we get back to camp I'm gonna sleep for a week."

"Somehow I doubt we'll be going back to camp tonight." Nelith was watching the approach of Aqun's clan-chief, flanked by two warriors.

The blood and grime which besmeared him attested to his willingness to lead from the front, while the unbending lines of his face bespoke the iron will that had successfully led his people through the siege. As he approached, his eyes flickered to Katari, who tensed ever so slightly. Fenrir felt more than saw the impulse to draw closer to him run through her, though she remained where she was.

"Well met. My name is Katoh kor-Aqun. You have my deepest gratitude for your assistance against our enemies of clans Kata and Issala-Bas." He lowered his head into something just short of a bow, one hand forming a fist over his heart. Fenrir didn't miss the way Katari's eyes widened at this display.

"Greetings," he replied. "As you've likely guessed, I am Fenrir. These are some of my followers; Nelith, Koreen, and of course you know Katari. It's a pleasure to meet you face-to-face."

As Katoh nodded to each of them in turn, his gaze lingering for a moment longer on Katari than the others, Fenrir evaluated him with God's Eye. The ability indicated that he was even more grateful than his words would suggest, but then, the direwolf supposed, they had just saved his entire clan from being wiped out. There was some caution in there as well, Katoh wondering what kind of person Fenrir would turn out to be and whether he would try to take advantage of the debt now owed him.

"I invite you all to join in our celebration that we may honor you as you should be honored. You are welcome to remain as our guests for as long as you may wish."

Fenrir returned the nod. "We accept, gladly."

"Good, good. Please, follow me." Katoh turned away, inviting Fenrir to walk alongside him with a gesture. Scooping up Koreen and placing her on his shoulder, Fenrir stepped up beside the clan-chief while Nelith and Katari flanked him in much the same way the two oni warriors were doing for Katoh.

As they walked up the slope to where the gates of the village, now thrown open, stood, he glanced over the battlefield. As one might expect, it was a shambles, bodies lying everywhere, the ground turned to mud by blood. Oni from clan Aqun were recovering their own dead from the mess, but the enemy were left where they had fallen for the moment.

Katoh saw where his gaze was directed. "There will be much work over the course of the next few days, but we shall do our best to entertain you as you deserve."

The direwolf made a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about that. I'll help with the cleanup."

"You need not do that," the clan-chief tried to protest, but Fenrir was undeterred.

"Tell me, what will all your able-bodied warriors be doing in the coming days?" he asked, smiling.

"...Very well, as you wish," Katoh conceded after a moment.

Then they passed through the village gates and there was no more time for conversation, nor would it have been easy to hear one another over the roar of approbation raised by those gathered within. Whether the cheers were more for his party or the clan-chief could be debated, but Fenrir didn't mind much either way. The village was safe; he had achieved his goal and would be able to count on clan Aqun as an ally in the future. The rest was all details.

Finally, the major battle between the oni is here. Fenrir weighs in, of course, and between himself and his girls they account for no small number of the attackers. Now they get to pursue their original goal of establishing trade and/or friendly relations with clan Aqun, though as Fenrir has pointed out, helping out Aqun with the siege has proven him a friend of them in a far more concrete manner than simply trading things back and forth could ever do.
This chapter was supposed to come out more quickly than the last. Technically, it has, but over two weeks between releases is still much longer than I'd like. I had a considerable amount of trouble with it, trying to whip it into a shape I was happy with. Tried something kind of new as well, cutting between Sataareth and Fenrir's perspectives a few times during the battle. I think it could be done to great effect, though I'm not sure I got the most out of it that I could have.
In other news, one Art3mis over on QQ was kind enough to write an omake of my story, which you may be interested in reading. If so, here's the link. It's about Chellise and Fenrir doing the horizontal tango, set pretty early on in the story, and I at least found it very hot. Due to the site's rules, you will need an account to view it, so if you don't have one there already I guess you'll have to decide whether you think making one (it is free) is worth the trouble. I would say it is, but your mileage may vary. In any case,
Enjoy!