DD 304 Ch 6 (Patreon)

The rest of class hadn't paid us much attention and simply left while Crimson had begun teasing me. So we were now alone in the classroom. I stepped forward and locked the door, happy to engage with what she had in mind.

"Well, I suppose it would just be rude of me to refuse at this point." I told her.

"It would be." Crimson bobbed her head a mile a minute. "And the Ken I know isn't rude," she nodded to herself.

"No, I'm not." I grabbed her chin with my thumb and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her softly and letting myself smile as her lips gave way hungrily to mine. Our tongues intertwined as we tasted each other anew. We'd done this plenty of times, but there was something different, a new edge of hunger to Crimson that I hadn't seen before.

As I finished the kiss and she looked up at me with wide blue eyes that were practically begging for more, I couldn't help but let a small smirk slide across my features. There was nothing more intoxicating than an eager beauty.

That Crimson tugged at her bodysuit, pouting at me enough that I was certain where this was going. Especially the way she batted her eyelashes and gave me the smirk of a woman who knew she had substantial charm. Which she absolutely did. And she damn well knew it.

I kissed her again, and this time I pushed her backwards until the back of her knees touched a desk.

She let herself fall backwards, sitting on the desk while I bent over her, our tongues twisting and tangling in a competition of whose was more flexible.

Her hands pressed against my chest, appreciating it for a moment, before switching and wrapping her arms around my shoulders like she was ensuring I wouldn't go anywhere. I nearly rolled my eyes at her. I was happy to indulge her.

My own hands wandered down to her leather-clad hips and squeezed her ass, which only gave Crimson an excuse to moan. She lifted her lips from mine and exposed her neck, making herself vulnerable as she offered it to me. I needed no encouragement.

"You really are trouble," I whispered into her ear as I finished kissing my way along her soft neck and giving her a playful nibble, all while my hands squeezed her ass. It was a firm one, with enough muscle to be bounce back into a perfect bubble butt the second I let up pressure with each finger.

"I'm so bad. So much trouble," she agreed eagerly, enough that I could do little more than smile and shake my head.

"Thank you," Crimson moaned, and pulled at me with her hips, trying to get me to stay in the mood.

I kissed her again, finding her lips impossibly delicious as the two of us lost each other in a twisting tangle of kisses that promised not to end anytime soon.

"Remember, I wanted agility." Crimson stopped, smirked, and went right back to our handsy making out.

"I'll remember," I hummed happily as her hands wandered lower and began to pull at the hem of my pants.

"Now you've gotten the new ability, and I think it's important that we test out just what counts," she said, sliding off the desk and in between my legs in a quick, yet subtle motion that left her on her knees.

I stared at her massive grin with a small look of disbelief. I didn't notice what she was doing until the zipper of my pants came down. It sounded loud enough to my ears that I was worried that people outside the classroom could hear and Crimson would not care in the least if they heard.

She fished me out with gleaming eyes, her eyes lifting up to meet mine, letting me see her hunger as she opened her mouth, pointing me right down her throat.

I had to work to keep myself under control and not thrust into her. But damn those hungry blue eyes on her beautiful face, not to mention the direct view down her cleavage squeezed together by that red leather drove me wild.

Crimson was mine and I loved every bit of her crazy ass.

Slowly leaning forward, Crimson took me in the same way someone might savor the most delicious treat, one they had been denying themselves for months while they watched their figure.

I leaned back letting out a sigh that dragged my soul with it when her tongue touched me. It felt better than leveling. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding onto her and telling her just how much I wanted this.

Crimson moaned and rolled her tongue along the tip. A slight intoxicated glaze overtook her eyes while she licked at it and looked up at me to ensure her performance was satisfactory.

I stared down with what I was sure was a satisfied grin.

The long makeout session had made me impossibly hard, and I found myself incredibly sensitive. She looked at me knowingly, a brilliant smile extending across her face as she dove back in to drive me crazy.

"You shouldn't make me wait so long," Crimson mumbled around me, pulling off and gathering her hair before she threw herself forward, swallowing me all the way to the hilt until her throat bulged with my girth lodged in it.

I groaned, holding on to the base of her braid as she began to gently stroke me through her tight, wet throat.

Crimson's eyes rolled up and she hummed as she added her own delicious twist that put me right over the edge far too quickly.

I squeezed her braid, thrusting myself deeper as my ass clenched and my balls released everything I had into her.

Crimson hummed in delight as she pulled off with a wet, sloppy pop.

"Oh, that was wonderful." She wiped at her lips, and then paused, looking down at her fingers and then licking them clean.

"You are a lot of trouble. We finished without using the skill, again," I wagged a finger at her and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from rising.

Crimson frowned at the action. "What are you doing?"

"We have to do it again," I told her.

Crimson frowned at me like I was an idiot. "Ken, there is so much more testing that must be done. Really, I'm disappointed in you as a student. You must thoroughly assess all possible avenues so that you know the boundaries of your abilities." Her hand came up and began pumping me at the base as I rose back to attention.

I squinted at her, wondering if she had done it on purpose.

Crimson hummed to herself as she ran a finger along my length and pushed it down only to make it bounce back up as she caught it with a kiss. "Now just hold still while we test a few theories."

***

"Where have you been?" Des asked accusingly as Crimson and I stepped back into my bedroom.

"You know. Things," Crimson said with a shrug before running her hand along her toned stomach, settling where she now had a mark where I’d implanted my stats. I was a little slower for it now, but I couldn’t find myself to be upset at all.

"Things," Des said, sounding less than impressed.

"Oh, you don't get to say anything." Crimson stuck a finger at Des. "Just because you're taking a break for ‘reasons’ doesn't mean the rest of us have to stop."

"No, it does not," Des admitted, though she seemed none too happy to have to agree. My purple haired lover’s expression flashed through several emotions. Hunger, desire, frustration and finally determination. She’d be okay. Perhaps Sakura’s plan to have her abstain until she finished was actually working.

"Crimson needed to take some dexterity stats," I said, deciding not to beat around the bush anymore. We were all adults and understood what was happening. I'll be damned if I was going to continue to dodge around the words like they weren't something I could say.

"Oh." Des came up short. "Well, good for you two. Really. Ken needs to knock us all up more." Des said, looking at Crimson expectantly.

I choked on her words and was hammering my chest at her particular phrasing. Kids?! I couldn’t even imagine, I wasn't ready for that.

"Oh, he did plenty," Crimson said, and then gave an exaggerated wink for effect.

"And there we go," I said, clearing my throat. "Anything I can get you two?" I said, stepping away.

"Oh, there's plenty you can get me," Des said, leaning off the back of the couch, batting her lashes and licking her plump pink lips.

For a moment I was tempted to jump her. There was a promise in her eyes that made me beyond curious. I blinked away the sudden need that swelled in me.

"Water, please. I'm parched," Crimson said, only making Des roll her eyes.

"Now you're just trying to make me jealous." Des leaned back and stretched her arms over her head, the motion making her chest pop up and stretch out of her blue blazer. The lacy garments underneath made themselves known and caught my eye long enough that by the time I glanced up to meet her eyes, she was beaming.

That motion had definitely been deliberate.

"Succubus," I teased her and Des grinned back. We both knew it was a compliment.

"Not yet. But soon, and I'll—" She paused as she drummed her fingers on the table. "Need your help for that. Sakura's almost done vetting my work. At which point, she will not kill me. So there's that."

"She wouldn't anyway," I promised.

Des tipped her head back side to side. "I would not be so sure about that. That woman was pretty upset when she figured out what exactly it was I was doing and that I needed to involve you. So, for my sake, we're going to be careful."

"For you, of course," I said with a smirk, halfway to the kitchen for Crimson’s water. "Okay. Well, I'll ensure that we can preserve your life. After all, you are fairly important to me."

"Oh, well, I'm glad to hear it. Even if a girl knows it, it never hurts to hear it." She raised her voice so I’d hear her from the kitchen.

I handed Crimson her water and walked around where Des had plopped herself down on the couch and wrapped my arms around her. She shifted such that I didn't catch her underneath the chest, but right on her perfect breasts. She smirked as if she'd won with that particular maneuver, and I enjoyed squeezing them in my hands, knowing it would make her happy.

Des suddenly let out an egregiously sexual moan that made me unclasp her chest like I'd stuck my hand on a pan fresh from the oven.

"No!" Des shouted before recovering and letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks, I guess.”

I stared at her. "You could've... not made it sexual," I said.

She gave me a blank look, clearly not comprehending what I was saying. 

"Anyway," I said to Des, "let me know when you need my protection from my grandmother and I will be happy to participate."

"Soon," Des whispered it like a promise. "Oh so very soon. How's everyone else?"

"Good, I think." I answered with some small amount of hesitation as I joined both of them on the couch. "Charlotte's gearing up to take on the whale. I think she's about ready. Everyone's still staying involved with her people. As you can see, Crimson's doing just fine." I hooked a thumb. "And Penny... well." I squinted. “She’s the least trouble of all of you. She’s got her own stuff well in hand.”

“Trouble me?” Des put a hand on her chest.

“Who’s taking a family grimoire of taboo spells and trying to take it even a step further?” I stared her down while Crimson giggled next to her.

"Touché," Des said with a grin.

"Wasn't trying to win that one." I held a finger up. "But if you're going to give it to me, then I certainly won't turn it down. Oh, we've got a new leveling spot promised by the Orkai arbiters. I just have to keep monitoring the threadspawn for them in return."

"Which you were going to do anyway," Des pointed out.

"That doesn't make it less generous of me," I smiled magnanimously.

"No, I suppose I don't get to take any credit away from you for that. But a new leveling spot will do wonders. Especially if it's anywhere near the quality of the spot the demons gave you." Des nodded along as she worked through the new information.

"It'll probably be better," I said offhandedly.

Des raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I told them about the one the demons gave me, as part of when I asked for something from them. And while the demons can be extraordinarily generous at times, the Orkai are competitive as shit," I said.

"You're incredible, Ken." Des beamed.

"Don't say that too much or it'll get to his head," Crimson cautioned.

She tilted her head as she looked at me. "Does that get bigger too?"

I frowned for just a moment before I understood what she said. "Damn it, Des."

She laughed hard enough to make her chest nearly bound out of its constraints. "Oh, come on, that was a great one. You can't blame me if you set me up so well."

"Is that how it works?" I asked, getting an emphatic nod in response. "Well then, Desmonda Renard, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Well, what about you then? If there's no crisis, what are you even going to do with yourself?" Des asked, and her chin fell on her hand as she leaned forward.

"Yeah, I'm not quite sure," I began, only for Des to roll her eyes.

"That was supposed to be rhetorical. You don't have to be in a disaster every waking second." She told me.

"I don't." I replied, slightly confused.

"Har har." Des let out a humorless laugh. "No, I think we need to have you put in plenty of training." As she said that, she splayed her hands down her hips to make a little heart over them and winked at me. "And of course, we should make sure to prepare for whatever year-end celebration we're going to have to put on.”

I blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

"It rotates through the four academies, and we did it freshman year." Des gave me a knowing grin, and I turned to find Crimson pointedly avoiding my gaze. She’d been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few minutes.

"What? You have to be kidding me," I said to Crimson, who shook her head.

"I only got the news recently," she said, looking accusingly at Des, "and haven't had a chance to inform the rest of the class. But Royal Academy, with their recent issues won’t be able to take their turn." Crimson tried to hold back a laugh before she continued.

"Turns out when some of your biggest donors get caught up in a corruption scandal, then so do you." There wasn't an ounce of sympathy from her. "Anyway. As a result, they dropped out of the usual rotation, leaving a massive empty gap that the headmistress is hoping we'll fill." Crimson ended with a pointed harumph that told me exactly how she felt about the request.

"Can we, I don't know, not do it?" I asked.

"I mean, we could," Crimson said slowly. "However, you know as well as I do that choosing an option like that comes with consequences."

"Like?" I asked.

"Like the headmistress sticking her nose into our business for every little choice we make. Despite her grandmotherly look, she is a spiteful bitch about, well, everything." Crimson shrugged. “I can at least respect that about her.”

"Yeah, I can see that," I said, making Crimson nearly fall out of her chair in laughter.

"Oh God, I want to tell her you said that you can see her as a petty bitch," Crimson said, looking up at the ceiling and biting her lip.

The look I gave her in turn told her exactly what I thought of her doing that.

"I won't. I won't." She quickly held her hands up. "There's a big difference between desperately wanting to and actually doing it."

"I'm glad you know the difference," I said quickly. "Here I was starting to think you didn't know how to stay out of trouble."

"I know how to stay out of trouble. It's just that I don't want to," Crimson pulled a chip bag out of her CID, popping one into her mouth with a crunch.

"Well. We could do another maid café. That was fairly popular," Des interjected herself back into the conversation.

"But we just did that," Crimson shot the idea down. "Also, we can't."

"What do you mean we can't?" Des sat up straight.

"Apparently last time we caused a few small, itsy, teensy... issues." Crimson pinched her fingers together.

"And how did we do that?" I emphasized.

"Because we are a little too attractive," Crimson answered, and stuck her tongue out at me.

I couldn't help but close my eyes. "Of course that’s the problem. So we caught a little too much attention, and this year we have to be less provocative?”

"Oh no, that might be what the headmistress wants. We just need to find an answer that she's not going to realize is provocative before it is too late," Crimson said, quick to cause mischief.

"I love it," Des said quickly.

"I knew you would." Crimson beamed right back at her. "But I don't have an immediate solution, so I'm open to ideas."

"It is a hard one," Des agreed, pinching her chin in thought. “We have to make something sexy without sounding sexy.”

I looked between the two of them and their antics. "This is the part where you two stop pretending and just come up with whatever it was you were going to do anyway," I said, my eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"That doesn't sound like me."

"Not at all," Crimson agreed.

They were absolutely in cahoots. This was one of the problems with a harem, they could all gang up on me when they really wanted something.

“I guess I'll just wait for the surprise, then, and get back to training. At least that I have some control over.” I looked exasperated at the two of them as they began giggling and whispering.

Whatever they decided to do I could live with in the end. I loved both of them, and this made them happy. I also had no sympathy for the headmistress and whatever fresh hell the two of them could come up with to torment her.

Well, torment was perhaps too strong of a word. The headmistress would certainly end up managing the fallout just fine. And really, she should know better for getting Crimson to do something that she did not want to do. Crimson was just the kind of person to push back harder in return for any attempt to control her, which is why I'd stopped long ago and simply worked within the bounds of whatever Crimson was trying to do while making it the best option for myself.

That was really the trick when it came to Crimson. She was both an unstoppable force and an immovable object. Once I could figure out which one she was for the day, I knew how to work with her as a partner.

I looked over, watching the two giggling and whispering together and smiled, wandering off to go oil to my blades. That was a far more preferable activity than wondering what the two women in my life were going to cook up next.