You can buy swimsuits on the first floor, but Miltia has another idea.

Once more, omniscience comes to the rescue. Honestly, you need to start cutting it out or the world won’t be any fun. For now, though, you know there’s a small boutique on the first floor, also know there’s a cute hedgehog faunus named Chromie doing tonight’s shift. So you expand a bit in your ‘regular’ cover and pull out your -just conjured out of the ether- scroll to send a message.

“You can get your swimsuits in the first floor. I just texted the clerk, so tell her I send you and you won’t have to worry about paying.”

Melanie, who has been eyeing the liquor cabinet, turns her attention back to your with a start when your words register. There’s a mix of anticipation and fear in her thoughts that you’re really curious about, but it’s not been a minute since you resolved to hold back on your omniscience, so you refrain from digging deeper.

Watching her biting her lower lip, while cute as all heck, has you worried she’s feeling cornered. That’s not exactly what you had in mind for the twins, so you’re about to offer her a way out when she finds her resolve and smiles confidently again.

“I see you planned for everything.” She turns around to get on the elevator… “Come on Miltia, let’s pick something that leaves the stud drooling.” But nobody follows her. “Miltia?”

“Actually… Mel, I’m kind of tired. Can you buy something for me too?”

“Oh, shit. That blondie did a number on you, didn’t she? Don’t worry, we have the same measures so I’ll be sure to pick something good for you. Just relax and don’t drink everything before I’m back!” With that, she disappears behind the doors of the elevator, and you’re alone with the red-clad sister.

Said sister lets out an amused sigh. “Knowing Mel, she’ll take her sweet time shopping. Might as well get comfortable.”

You hum at her words, a bit busy kicking yourself to really pay attention. Miltia had a close encounter with the business end of Ember Celica and you completely disregarded it. Feeling a bit like a douche but intent on making up for it, you turn towards the bar. “How about I mix you something special?” You’re opening the cabinet when a rustling of clothes behind you freezes you in place.

Turning around, the first thing you see is a mound of red clothes pooling under white, smooth legs. Legs that go up and up for what seems like forever, until they end in modest, but very shapely hips and red and black lacy panties covering just enough to be enticing without being indecent –for underwear, that is-. Feeling your mouth dry, you make an effort to keep looking up.

Flat stomach with a cute belly button on a hourglass shape, arms crossed right under small but well-shaped breasts, covered by a bra matching the bottoms, and more curves overall than you can even process. All her petite body shows a healthy constitution that’s at odds with her clear alabaster skin. It’s almost like you’re watching a Greek goddess directly from myth.

Her downcast face is covered by the fringe of her black hair, but you can easily spot a blush that extends all the way to her chest.

“… I’ll wait in the Jacuzzi.” She turns before you can process her words, walking towards the pool with a sway on her hips that’s definitely no accident. A voice in your head tells you to turn around and stop gawking like an idiot, but your eyes are glued on her back.

Hesitantly at first, but soon gaining confidence, her hands go to her back, unclasping her bra and slowly removing it, letting it fall to the side. She then turns her head, blushing harder than ever but with a shy smile sprouting on her lips when she realizes you’re still watching. In the same movement she uses to sit at the edge of the water, her hands go to her last piece of clothing. Then a soft splash, and you have a very naked beauty in the water, waiting for the drink you promised.

As an afterthought, you spy her boots standing beside her dress, and wonder when the hell she removed them.

Well, no way in hell you’re going to disappoint after a show like that, right? Your plan was just to give yourself a good skill mixing cocktails, but that won’t cut it anymore. You want to serve her Ambrosia and you know what? You can.

And maybe you go overboard decorating the glass, with all kind of colourful fruits and one of those tiny umbrellas, and a flashy drinking straw, and rimming the edge with sugar and everything. Hey, it’s not like there’s anyone here to sue you.

You’d also planned to use trunks for the jacuzzi and work from there, but since she’s setting the pace, the least you can do is reciprocate. Which reminds me, you haven’t really given much thought to your own body so far, have you?

With a shrug, you settle for a lean and slightly muscular build with uniformly tanned skin. God or not, you’re wary about toying with your junk, so you just leave it as it is. You’ve never felt any complex about it and there’ll be time to retroactively change it if the need arises. Gotta love omnipotence.

Catching a floating tray to hold the drinks, you approach the pool yourself. Smiling mischievously when you decide to plop right beside her and almost laughing out loud when you startle her out of whatever was going through her overheated mind at the time. As an afterthought, you place the tray on the water, not a drop shaken out of the glasses.

“... Thanks.” She says once she calms herself back, taking her glass and sipping cautiously. The way her eyes widen leaves little doubt about her opinion on the drink. “This is really good.”

“Thanks, secret personal recipe.” You try your best to keep your cool. Very, oh so very conscious that everything standing between your naked bodies are two inches of water and bubbles. “Call it Ambrosia.”

“Can’t figure out why.” She retorts with a smile.

You spend a couple of seconds in comfortable(?) silence, before you feel the whisper of a touch on your leg. A side glance catches her conspicusouly looking away. Smirking inwardly, you counter ghosting your own fingers over her leg and moving your foot to caress hers. You keep your game subtle for a while, until suddenly you have a lapful of pale goddess in your arms kissing you with a passion, tray floating away into the forgotten corners of the pool.

Surprise only lasts for a second though, and soon your tongues are wrestling, her hands firmly in your chest while yours wander from her back to her legs, teasing every inch of skin as you try to figure out where she likes it best. It doesn’t take you long to focus on the back of her thighs, delighting in her shivers every time you pass your fingers through a specially sensitive area, and her moans when you go a bit farther to grope her soft rump.

When she starts grinding her hips against you, doing very pleasant things to your cock and making it clear water isn’t the only wet thing around, you decide its time to step it up. With a grunt, you turn her around on your lap, ignoring the whine that escapes her lips as you forcefully break the kiss and getting your hands on her breast.

They are small, easily allowing you to wrap each with one hand, but oh so soft, allowing your fingers to sink as you knead them. By now, Miltia is panting heavily with lust, the tempo of her grinding hips continually increasing. When you pinch her nipples, her back arches as she lets out a loud moan.

She drops in a boneless heal in your arms, trying to catch her breath as your hands keep softly massaging her mounds, but she soon recovers.

Without a word, she faces you again. Eyes full with lust, she grabs you painfully hard member and aims it directly between her legs. The caress of her slit at the tip of your manhood is maddening with pleasure and promises. This is… Biting your cheek, you put your hands on her shoulders, already regretting what you’re about to do.

“Miltia!” You push her a bit away. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You can put two and two together, realizing this’ll be her first time is a no-brainer.

At your words, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. You can already feel the regret pulling in your stomach for being so stupid. When her eyes open, the mist of lust has disappeared, and her breathing is somewhat calmer.

“I’m… not good with words, or being on the spotlight.” She says, not moving an inch from her compromising stance. “Mel is always the center of attention, and the one taking the initiative, we always end up doing what she wants. Not that I usually mind, but... I like you. A lot.” Could it be…? She kisses your lips again, softly this time. “I know I’m the boring twin, but this… this I wanted to do by myself.”

Without another word, she goes down, impaling herself with your dick in a single, resolute gesture. Pain fills her features, and she lowers her head to rest it in your chest, but you’re too busy with the warm tightness enveloping your member to pay much attention.

The taste of blood fills your mouth as you bite yourself to hold back the urge to start pistoning like mad. “It’s fine” She whispers after what feels like an eternity, head still buried in your chest. “You can move.” You try to start up slowly, but the delightful way her inner folds feel makes you want more and more and it’s not long before you get into a faster and faster pace.

Miltia sounds pained at first, but soon you remember that you’re a fucking almighty God and she’ll feel incredible because you say so. Soon, she’s biting your shoulder to hold back the moans, legs wrapped around you and nails digging bloody trenches into your back. The barely registering pain only makes you redouble your efforts, forsaking finesse in a primal bid for carnal pleasure.

With a shudder, Miltia releases your shoulder, leaving a throbbing spot and locking her malachite eyes in you. “Michael,” She whines “I’m going to…”

Lost in her eyes, her words take a second to register, but the meaning is obvious. “Me too.” You grun. Then, a bit more reluctantly. “Do you want me to…”

“No!!!” Her legs clench even harder around you. “Tonight’s a safe day, so...”.

That does it for you. With a roar, you increase the pace beyond what’s humanly possible for those last thrusts, releasing your load deep inside her as soon as you hear her cry in ecstasy. You collapse besides Miltia, who doesn’t waste time in snuggling with you, both panting heavily.

“That was...” She finally comments “I never dreamed...” She continues “So good...” Seems like coherence is still out of her reach, so you give her your best smile and let her regain her bearings. Coincidentally, the tray has floated all the way back to your side. You offer her glass to her, grabbing yours as she takes a small sip.

After maybe a minute, you both have your breath under control, and there’s a question burning in your mind. Putting a strand of black hair away from her face and cupping her cheek, you kiss her again. A soft, long kiss that tastes every part of her lips in depth. Then you ask the question.

“Want to give it another go?”

Her smile is all the answer you need. Damn, if this night lasts forever it'll be too short.