Kazuma wakes up to a Goddess

Somehow, in spite of his brain kicking and screaming, Kazuma did manage to sleep. It might have been his body's defense mechanism, allowing him to put off dealing with his major issues as long as possible. Still, one way or another, Kazuma slept, undisturbed by demands from any of his party members for an explanation that night.

Morning came early. Kazuma was stirred not by daylight through his drawn curtains; it seemed the sun had barely risen. Instead, he was alarmed by the clear noises indicating someone was rummaging through his belongings, and not as quietly as that shady task called for. Any other day, the sleep-addled Kazuma might start freaking out and assuming a thief had snuck in... This morning, however, his mind was already on one thing, and his correct deduction was quicker. He slid up in his bed to prop himself up on his pillows, remembering as his cape tried to **** him that he'd slept in everything but his shoes. "Aqua... What are you doing in my room?" he muttered.

Aqua was sitting at the foot of his bed in her green pajamas. He was surprised to see that she looked fresh and showered, and didn't look horribly hungover- then, he remembered that he'd only made her look super drunk before. Aqua tended to recover from liquor pretty well... Thinking about it, he wondered if she'd been using her power for that this whole time. She had the script in her hands, although she wasn't making any effort to hide it. When she turned, she was framed by a faint light and had an apologetic smile on her face. "Oh no, Kazuma... I'm sorry. I was trying so hard to be quiet."

"Trying and failing," Kazuma muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Yes, I suppose so," Aqua agreed quickly. "I didn't want to wake you. I thought I'd try something with this script of yours, but it's going to have to be you, after all." With the same smile, she pushed the script and pen back towards him. "After all, Kazuma... it's finally time."

"Time... for what?" Kazuma asked. Before the reply was out of his mouth, however, his eyes had begun to widen with fear. The events of the previous night came roaring back to him. "Oh... Oh. Hm... Oh. Oh no. Uh..." The young man's eyes darted right and left, and he suddenly felt trapped by the blanket he was under and which Aqua sat on the edge of. He still had no idea how he was going to address the events of last night. Should he apologize? Should he try to shift blame? He truly didn't want to talk about it at all until he put his thoughts together. "M-Maybe, uh... we can talk... after breakfast...?"

Aqua didn't seem to catch his meaning at first, but when she did seem to, she shook her head. "No, Kazuma... I was thinking, um... about last night. Rather than talking about it, I think it might be easier if we just... didn't talk about it?" She gave him a moment to mull that over as she played idly with her hair. "In fact, I had a great idea of how you can dodge this whole mess while giving me what I want, too. Kazuma, what I was thinking was... instead of explaining all this to Darkness and Megumin, maybe it's time I finally hit the road, hm?"

"Hit the road?" Kazuma crossed his arms. What Aqua was saying didn't make sense. He was still trying to figure out if that was his grogginess or if he was missing something. "What, like... run away? Leave the mansion? Leave the party? Aqua, I don't think that'll be as good for me in this situation as you're thinking. We just have to get a story together on this-"

"No, I'm saying you have the power to give me what I've really been wanting. Kazuma... this script controls reality for me, right? I'm saying you can send me back to heaven. You just... write it in as the last thing, then bury it in a yard or something. I'll finally be out of your hair. And, with me gone, nobody's gonna care what I was or wasn't up to with you last night. No explanation required! It's a win-win for everyone."

The young man was looking at her like she'd hit her head. "Huh? What are you talking about? I mean, yeah, it'd be great not to have to deal with this, but you can't just leave! I mean... yeah, you're useless, but our party's sunk and this world is screwed if our party loses its Arch-Priest."

For once, Aqua didn't seem to bristle at Kazuma's harsh assessment of her abilities, only seeming to hear his comment on her reliability. She shook her head. "You'll all find someone else soon enough, I'm sure. Or, maybe you could even use that book to swap me with Eris, if you feel like it? Just kidding, just kidding! That said... it was a tough life, but we had some fun times, didn't we? I'm honestly a little sad to leave it behind." She gave Kazuma a back-lit grin. "If only we had one more adventure left in us, huh?"

In that moment, Kazuma thought that Aqua was, frankly, beautiful. She really did look like the Goddess she ought to be. And soon, he guessed, she would leave the party behind and be a Goddess once again. It was hard to think of Aqua in such reverent terms, but then again, he supposed he'd learned a lot about Aqua in the last twenty-four hours. Maybe it was all right to let her leave with this as the last memory of her: not a woman who was constantly covered in slime, or destroying property, or pissing everyone else off, but a true Goddess who simply wanted to return home?

He looked down at the words she'd apparently tried to write into his book as a test: "Aqua was back where she belonged in purgatory." He supposed all he had to do was write the same...

Aqua continued to favor him with that attractive smile, brushing a shimmering strand of hair aside. "It'll just be a shame to leave all of this behind without one last adventure... Something crazy, like a last hurrah, you know?"

Kazuma nodded slowly, feeling like he was in a dream. He was thinking about the side of Aqua he'd recently discovered... "Something crazy..." Indeed, he was starting to feel something crazy. A part of him wanted to see what Aqua was thinking about. He let his eyes drift to the script.

Turning to side profile in the dim light, Aqua tossed her hair and did a big stretch, perched catlike on his bed. Her shirt rose up, revealing a bit of her slender belly and pale, soft skin. Her pajama bottoms slipped just slightly, enough to give a peek at her hip. She didn't seem to be wearing panties. "Mm... I just wonder what kind of crazy, final thing I could do before heading out... Does anything come to mind, Kazuma?" She batted her eyelashes a bit more obviously in his direction before realizing his eyes were locked on the script instead of her. "Uh, Kazuma? Anything come to mind? Hm?"

The script-holder held the script and stared at it. He read from it without lifting his eyes. "Ahem. Aqua felt like she was going insane. She was doing everything short of rolling out a red carpet pointing straight to her pussy. She'd put the script and pen in his hand, and she'd turned on the charm. Why wasn't Kazuma pouncing?"

Aqua cleared her throat loudly. "K-Kazuma! It sounds like your script is saying some pretty crazy stuff about me, but I want to remind you this could be my last hour in this world! Isn't there something on your mind that you really want to do? If so, you'd better act on it...~ Kazuma!! Stop reading that stupid script and listen to me!!"

Kazuma held Aqua away at an arm's length as she pressed in on him, fighting to keep reading the script despite their wrestling. He raised his voice, pointedly. "It was very important to Aqua that Kazuma use the script to make her jump his dick! After all, she fully intended to leave this shitty world and that dumbass loser behind! But before she did, she wanted him to control her to have his way with her! That way, she'd have plausible deniability if anyone ever found out it had happened! She'd be able to just say that Kazuma **** her to do it, and she'd have a written record to prove it-!"

"Kazumaaa!!" Aqua whined, continuing to make mad grabs for the script, her earlier dignity in scraps as her face grew red and her tears began to run. "We're supposed to be sharing a moment and you're ruining it! This is why you're a virgin, you know? You virgin loser shut-in!"

"Well at least I'm not a horny dumbass!" Kazuma declared, a dubious claim. "Did you even think for a sec that the script you're counting on to prove I had my way with you also has a written record of you planning to do that?! If you wanna have sex, just ask for it like a decent human being instead of trying to get me thrown in jail for a consensual act!"

"Consensual?!" Aqua barked, flipping her hair again and scoffing down at him. "There is no way I could ever have consensual sex with a creep like you! You're the one who tried to make me look like I was forcing myself on you, remember? Turnabout is fair play! And you're claiming you're not a horny dumbass, but look!" The tantrum-throwing Goddess took advantage of the way Kazuma's hands were occupied with his script to yank the covers off of him. She smirked smugly down at the visible boner tenting his pants. "You're so turned on about it you can't control yourself! Why fight it? Face it: this is as good as you're gonna get in terms of a lay. Stop looking a gift horse in the mouth and write in your stupid script already! Then, when you've had your dumb pity sex, send me back home and we'll all forget this happened!"

Kazuma didn't say anything in response. He returned her expression of superiority with one of disgust. Then, with a grumpy frown and without any further delay, he undid his belt buckle and began pulling off his pants.

Aqua laughed, but cast her eyes aside obviously. "Ahah! I knew it. I knew you were horny for me! I'm a Goddess, after all. All mortals should be charmed by my irresistible wiles. J-just remember, if you want me to do anything, you're going to have to write it down-"

"Aqua was **** for him to write anything. Kazuma couldn't see it, but she was already sopping wet from her imagination and self-stimulation earlier. Still, if she had a choice, she was hoping to ride Kazuma with her back to his face. She didn't want to look at him, and she definitely didn't want him looking at her. She had no idea what her sex face would look like, and-"

"Aaah, you jerk! Why are you reading that anyway, huh?! Why do you want to read about it when you can just... just write whatever you want down and actually do it?!"

"I'm waiting on you, idiot! What, are you gonna 'ride Kazuma with your back to his face' with your pants still on? Have I gotta control you to pull your pants off?! Instead, why don't you learn from my good example?!" The boisterous virgin had been planning to say that by dramatically finishing his unsheathing and literally rubbing his swift action in Aqua's face. Instead, he found a combination of his nerves and the awkward position on the bed found him first struggling to get them down, then struggling against the pole of his own tent, awkwardly trying to fish it out.

His speed picked up a bit when he realized Aqua had turned in place to straddle his knees. She looked back at him past her own long curtain of blue hair. "I'm serious, Kazuma. I'm not doing anything here. You've gotta write it in your book."

Now, it was starting to dawn on Kazuma what a weird situation he was in. He was lying in bed with his lower half naked. Aqua was straddling him with her green pajama pants just about ready to fall off. She was still her, still driving him up the wall, but she was ready to go, and so was he. He was holding a script that was like a key to ignition: all he had to do was write in the words and it was off to the races.

Kazuma gulped. "S-so, just so we're clear, Aqua... This is something we both want?"

Aqua let out a big, annoyed sigh. "No, of course not. But why are you even asking me? Read your dumb book, if you love it so much."

He did. "Aqua thought to herself that if Kazuma wasted one more second hesitating, she was going to stomp on his dick, pack her bags, and leave him alone with his blue balls. She wanted Kazuma's big dick so, so bad, she was wet and ready, soggy and salivating. She was like a bitch in heat-"

"It does not say that!"

Kazuma had been embellishing there a bit at the end, but he didn't bother telling her that. Instead, he thought of the perfect way to phrase what he was hoping to make happen.

Aqua's pants fell off, and her legs kicked them away. Aqua's body lowered her ***** onto Kazuma's ***** and began to ride it

Before dotting the period, he considered.

Aqua's body lowered her ***** onto Kazuma's ***** and began to ride it like she was hungry for it

"No, that's a waste. I mean, she actually is, isn't she? Also, what if that means she does it too hard? Not like I know if I like it rough..." He doubled back to add to it.

Aqua's body lowered her ***** onto Kazuma's ***** and began to ride it like a pro, as if she had all the control and technique to maximize both of their pleasure.

He paused. He edited.

Aqua's body lowered her ***** onto Kazuma's ***** and began to ride it like a pro, as if she had all the control and technique to maximize Kazuma's pleasure first and foremost, her own second.

The pen began to make a blood-red spot on the page as he held the point there, feeling as if he was clutching the handlebar to a roller coaster as he stared at Aqua's newly-bared ass. This was nothing like the looming, mysterious shadow he'd seen the night before. There was no shade to hide the reality of what the two of them were about to do. He was looking at his own erect morning wood and Aqua's shapely legs, beginning to lower her hips to where the action would begin. Sure enough, when the two finally connected, she already seemed to be wet enough to earn her title of Goddess of Water.

The both of them were fully virgins. Although Kazuma had written in that Aqua would have technique, neither of them had any experience and neither were doing much to hide their surprised, breathy moans of a first experience. Kazuma felt like he'd pass out from the incredible feeling of her slick lower body grinding on him, freeing him of the V-card he'd privately assumed he'd hold for life. Aqua felt like she was burning up on the inside, and she privately wondered to herself what Kazuma had thought to write to make himself any good at this. Both of them thought about how annoying the other was, and how incredible sex seemed to be the one redeeming factor the other possessed.

"... Not bad...!" Kazuma couldn't help but tell her between begrudging grunts.

"... N-not that bad!" Aqua gasped as she continued to propel herself, gliding with smooth, repetitive motions on his dick.

"B-but I'm not gonna last. Like, any time at all. You've gotta get off. N-not like 'you've gotta cum,' like, 'you gotta get your butt off me.'"

"Aaah! Oh shoot! I can't!"

"Hehe! That... good, huh?! Pretty good for a first time, right? Wanna take back... some of the stuff you said about me?"

"No, K-Kazuma, write it! You screwed up! I... c-can't stop doing this! You have to write me off!"

"Oh. O-Oh! Oooh!!" Kazuma began to grunt, feeling the climax coming. It was one thing to have a crazy, casual fling with his party's air-headed Goddess. It was another entirely to knock her up! Kazuma grasped desperately for the script and scrawled out the first thing that popped into his head.

Aqua was on the other side of the room from Kazuma.

As soon as he'd written the words, what was supposed to be their improbable simultaneous release was ruined as Aqua flew from his lap and towards the wall at the other end of the bedroom, bonking her head. The scene left behind was bizarre: a line punctuated on both ends by a clothed upper body, giving way to a messy lower half and a trail of spattered ejaculate spread between the two.

Kazuma lay with his arm over his eyes, not covering or cleaning himself up. "Aqua? You okay over there?" he called without looking.

"No, I think my neck was broken! I already fixed it though. No thanks to you..." Still similarly pantsless, the Arch Priest rose from the floor and **** her feet over to the bed of the Adventurer, kicking at his body to make him roll over so there'd be room for her. She collapsed on his bed beside him.

Kazuma turned to her with an incredulous smile. "What's up? Starved for affection? Is this the part where we cuddle, oh great Goddess?"

"As if," Aqua muttered. "You're the worst. I'll tell you one thing- I am not gonna let that be the last sex I ever get before I go up to my rightful place judging mortals!"

Kazuma stared at the ceiling blankly for a moment. He held the script pensively for a second, considered reading it, then turned back to Aqua. She was a mess, no longer the Goddess he'd seen this morning. And her personality sucked, and she was useless on quests.

But she was pretty good for sex.

Kazuma coughed into his fist. "Well, then, I guess your one-way trip and my burial of this thing'll be postponed. But, man... I do NOT wanna explain this to Megumin or Darkness. Or, uh, anyone, really. We gotta keep this secret."

"Well, of course! I'd die if anyone found out! Now that we've done this... And if we're, y'know, gonna do it again... We're gonna have to keep everything secret. Just like today!"

"And just every now and then. We're gonna be smart about it, right?"

"Of course! I'm counting on you."

"And I'm counting on you to clean all this up." Aqua had a rag in her hands. Her arms and legs wouldn't stop until she'd cleaned up all the mess she and Kazuma had just made all over his room, and they did it as fast as they could.

"Hey... H-hey! Wait a sec, Kazuma! You owe me one for making you feel so good, and for sticking around! And... And...! At least let me put my pants back on first, Kazumaaa!!"