Risk It All: Dangerous Temptation Omake #1

"Show me," Wonder Woman said.

I opened my mouth to respond before the words caught up to me. My chin was still lightly pinched between her fingers, forcing me to look up at her. I didn't get the feeling that she was going to follow it up with a sudden "Gotcha!" to undercut the order, either. Not that I expected she would. Wonder Woman didn't seem the type for pranks like that, but it would make a lot more sense.

"Show you?" I echoed, finding my voice, but not sure what to say.

Wonder Woman nodded, "Pleasure can be every bit as addicting as alcohol or drugs. There might not be a chemical dependency that can cause withdrawal systems, but psychological addiction is a very real thing." she said in complete seriousness, before she let go of my chin and she walked around the couch. I watched her the entire time -- my brain felt like it was stuck in low gear, unable to properly process what she was saying because I couldn't move past my, obviously wrong, initial conclusion.

Wonder Woman didn’t do anything like sway her hips seductivly or even offer a smoldering look. She didn’t need to and she knew it.

"What?" I questioned, picking myself up as Wonder Woman took a seat next to me. My previous soreness was all but forgotten.

Wonder Woman rose an eyebrow, not exactly impressed with my dimwitted response, but I considered it a feat worty of Einstein considering how slow I felt. "Zatanna is a young woman. One with an overbearing father, who grew up in an all-girl catholic school. She's very likely a virgin," Wonder Woman explained, and…

"Okay… I'm with you so far," I said, perking up and trying to follow along with a small nod of my head. I hadn't known Zatanna went to a Catholic school. or that it was an all-girls one. It felt like something that I should have known.

"Sex is a powerful thing. As is all mortal pleasures. It can make people do things that they might otherwise not. It can make people break the law," Wonder Woman said as she rested one of her hands on my thigh, and I looked at it like someone who had never seen a hand before. "Great sex, or even good sex, can make a young woman convinced that she's in love. It can make her tolerate things that she normally wouldn't. And when a relationship ends, it can have her go back to someone that she knows she shouldn't be with. I suppose the same thing could be said for young men, but I can't speak from their perspective."

Her hand inched up, and I managed to pull my gaze away from her hand to look into her deep, blue eyes. I was starting to think that this wasn't a joke or a prank she was pulling on me.

"You have the power to become exceptional at everything you do. For a young virgin girl like Zatanna, that is a very dangerous thing. It can warp your entire relationship, replacing love and respect until it's only about the physical pleasure you can give each other," she said as her fingertips began to slowly inch higher up my knee. "So, I need you to show me the skills that you developed to make sure that Zatanna isn’t in danger."

And… this is where she lost me. "In danger of… sex that's too good?" I asked, and, yeah, I had nothing. Wonder Woman reached out with her other hand, a slender, but no less strong, finger tracing my jawline before she moved closer. I had a maybe-girlfriend now, but I still found myself leaning forward toward her, without any input from my brain. I felt Wonder Woman's soft lips press against mine in a quick and chaste kiss, that was broken before it really began.

Wonder Woman looked at me, a slight, but proud smirk on her face, as if she knew that this was how several of my wet dreams began. For a moment I panicked, afraid that she could read my mind. Actually-

"This isn’t another illusion, is it?" I questioned her, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. In response, her smile grew. She reached out to one of my hands, taking it into hers, and brought it to her chest. I felt her soft skin under my fingertips, as she pushed down the golden edge of her suit, revealing her breasts to me. They spilled out the top of her costume, large, but not cumbersomely so. They fit her perfectly.

In fact, every part of her body looked as if it had been painstakingly sculpted by an artist of the highest caliber, to perfectly embody the balance between martial prowess and femininity.

"Do you think Martain Manhunter or Zatara know what my breasts look like?" Wonder Woman asked me back as she allowed me to palm her breast, the soft flesh spilling out between my fingers as I reflexively squeezed it. Her nipple began to grow hard in my hand, I felt it poking against my palm.

All the while, I openly ogled her -- her sunkissed skin, unbroken by tanlines, the candy pink nipples that stood at the peaks of her perky breasts. They stood firm with no hint of sag despite their size, as if gravity didn't apply to them. "Or do you mean to tell me that you have been spending so much time fantasizing about my body that you think you know what it looks like?”

I took in a deep breath, my mind struggling to work, but my dick was commandeering the lion’s share of my blood, leaving it starved and weak. Was this some kind of test? To see if I could resist the temptation to use my powers to abuse my teammates? To see if I could beat my hormone-soaked brain and defeat the horniness? Was Zatara testing me to see if I would cheat on his daughter? Because if so, this would be the most unfair test there was -- how on Earth was I supposed to turn down Wonder Woman of all people? Was that even possible?

But then her hand inched even higher, settling on my erect dick, which was valiantly fighting to escape from my shorts, and if this was a test, then I was going to fail it with flying colors. And if anyone said that they would do any different, then they were blatantly lying to themselves and everyone else.

“Kissing, Foreplay, and Sex,” Wonder Woman said, biting her lip in a very seductive way as she leaned in. I reached up with my other hand, my thumb brushing over her pert nipple. “I suppose we should work down the list,” Wonder Woman said, leaning in even closer, and this time I met her, and did more than just receive her kiss. If there was ever time not to be a fumbling virgin then it was now. If I fucked this up, not only would I die of shame, but I would deserve it.

That seventy-five thousand point investment was absolutely worth it.

I brushed my tongue against hers, surprising the older woman, but in a good way, given the way she moaned into my mouth. She leaned forward, forcing me to fall back onto the couch, and with ease, she deftly positioned herself on top of me. I think she was using her ability to fly to keep comfortable so her knees weren’t digging into the cushion. I felt one of her hands settle on my chest, pushing me down into the couch as my hands eagerly explored her body seemingly of their own free will.

My hands roamed her smooth flesh, finding it to be the perfect mixture of soft and firm. I could feel the power in her muscles beneath her skin -- in her thighs, her back, and arms. It was different from Zatanna. Zatanna was powerful in her own right, but Wonder Woman could bench press a tank, and I could feel that strength hiding under a silky smooth layer of flawless skin. As my hands explored, I she made her enjoyment known.

Foreplay was a rather broad term, and it seemed that even this simple stimulation fell under its umbrella, but she enjoyed my touch. Eagerly, based on how she deepened the kiss. I felt her weight settle down on top of me, directly over my groin. My erection was still fighting to escape my pants, but now it was pinned in between us as Wonder Woman sat on me. Somewhat cautiously, my hands glided over her thighs, before they inched closer to the edge of her high waisted, star patterned spandex bottoms and the golden land that was her ass. She moaned throatily, encouraging me. Not that she needed to, because I eagerly groped her firm buttocks.

Her costume got in the way a bit, but with it pushed down to free her breasts, I had a little wiggle room to work with. My fingers slipped beneath the taut lining that concealed her ass from the world -- I'm not sure what her costume was made out of, but it sure wasn't cloth.

And… It was a bad idea, but my hands had ideas of their own. As if they were guided by a higher power, one hand left her glorious ass, and found itself once again groping her breast. I thought my relationship with Zatanna was going to be complicated, I couldn’t even imagine the aftermath of this. And I really didn’t want, especially when I had such a beautiful woman in front of me. My fingers found her taut nipple, and I tweaked it with more confidence that I had any right to feel.

Wonder Woman's response was to grind her hips down on me -- and for a moment, I was in heaven, but my dick was in its own personal hell. Encouraged, I went with the bolder plan of slipping my hand between her legs, underneath the dark blue and starry part of her costume once again to stroke her pussy.

Upon contact, the first thing I noticed was that she was soaked. My skills were more effective than I thought. Her slit was slick with arousal, enough so that it started to seep into her costume. I didn't feel any hair around her swollen outer lips, and for that matter, I didn't feel any underwear either. Was that a special occasion kind of thing, or was she going commando every time she busted bad guys?

Wonder Woman ground her pussy into my hand, coating the insides of my fingers with a thin layer of her arousal, eagerly accepting my touch while her tongue redoubled its battle against mine. Her breathing came out as short breaths that tickled my cheek -- I was no master of women, but the part of me that was guided by my skills gave me a niggling feeling. I'm sure a little more and…

My fingers brushed over where her clit should be, and it was as if my fingers were drawn to it like it was a magnet, because I was certain I got it dead on. Wonder Woman told me as much when she suddenly broke the kiss, leaning back just enough that I could watch her expression as it twisted with pleasure. Her eyes clenched shut, her lips parting as she gasped out, "Aphrodite!" a moment before I felt her juices splash over my hand.

That's how I found out that Wonder Woman, one of my idols, was a squirter.

My dick was painfully hard as I watched Wonder Woman cum on my hand, and knowing that I was the one who had made her only made it grow even harder. "That," she gasped out, breaking more of a sweat now than she had when she wiped the floor with the entire team, "is dangerous. Very dangerous. I'm not an easy woman to please, especially with a new partner… but I nearly came from kissing you alone."

I barely heard a word she said, I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took. I wanted more. I wanted a lot more than this. Logic said that Wonder Woman had gotten what she wanted, but I couldn't let this be the end of it. It was one of those moments where I knew deep down in my gut that if I let this chance slip away, I would regret it until my dying day. It would forever be that time Wonder Woman could have taken my virginity.

I had my share of regrets, but I was resolved to not let that be one of them.

"Me and Zatanna wanted to go further than this," I said, sitting up and catching Wonder Woman by surprise when I started to push her over. There was a glimmer of something in her eyes as her back touched the couch, and our positions reversed. It only took me a second to recognize what it was. Lust. Desire. English had a few words for it, but it was a sign that this was about more than making sure Zatanna was safe.

Her hands rested on my thighs, her gaze dipping down to the very obvious erection that I really needed to let out of my pants, before it tore a hole in them. She swallowed audibly in anticipation, "I see. In that case… we should test the waters first. Do the things you would want to do… to make sure that Zatanna isn't… overwhelmed," she stressed the last word, giving one of the flimsiest excuses that I had ever heard in my life before she pulled down my pants. My cock sprang free, and the relief I felt in that moment was almost as good as kidding Wonder Woman.

It wasn't something I obsessed- okay, that was going to be an absolute lie. Like every teenage boy, I had a minor obsession with the size of my dick. I had always been rather average. Not the leader of the pack in terms of dick size, but not exactly bringing up the rear. But, as I cranked up the Charisma, my face and body weren't the only things that got an overhaul for the better. My dick was now firmly in the 'impressive' category in all regards, and I had never been happier about that than when Wonder Woman grabbed hold of it with the softest touch. It was crazy to think that these were the same hands that could tear through the armored plating of a tank with a flex.

It was nothing short of an actual miracle that I didn't immediately cum right then, and proving that lightning could strike twice, I also didn't immediately cum when my dick found itself nestled itself between her heavenly breasts. Wonder Woman… Diana pressed the soft flesh of her breasts together, enveloping my cock, and to my surprise, a small moan escaped her lips the moment I started to pull my hips back to thrust forward.

"Your power really isn't fair," Diana complained, licking her full lips. "I've had less enjoyable sex than when we kissed, but even now, when you should be the only one enjoying it, I'm feeling pleasure." she explained. "You really shouldn't sleep with Zatanna. You'll ruin her. No other man will be able to compare."

Make that three lightning strikes, because I was enjoyed the stroke to my ego almost as much as I did my cock enveloped in Wonder Woman's, Princess Diana's, boobs. There was just something about the strongest woman on Earth telling you that you were too good for mortal women that made my dick throb. Though, that did give me an idea. If the girl I was with was in for some level of feedback -- possibly proportional to my pleasure -- then there was really only one thing that I could do.

I didn't respond in favor of opening up my Market, and buying a small vial of oil I had seen there before, when I had been browsing it for my sex-related upgrades. As I began to pour it over her breasts, giving the sunkissed skin a shining coating of the warm, slick substance, I replied, "I could say the same to you, because what woman could compare to you?" I asked her, kneading her bountiful breasts with my hands as I thoroughly lubricated her breasts, with some help with her.

Following my instincts, I pinched her nipples between my thumb and fingers. Hard. To the point that I would say it would be excruciatingly painful, but I wasn't dealing with a mortal woman. I was dealing with Wonder Woman, who could take shots from a the main gun of tank and get up to punch back harder. I pinched down, rolling and pulling on the sensitive nubs as I began to thrust my hips, my cock pushing through the heavenly softness with little resistance because of the oil. Diana's face began to twist with pleasure beneath me, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Her lips parted in a breathy moan, before her tongue darted out, dragging across my cockhead the next time it neared her mouth. She lifted her head to give her better access, and her tongue began lapping at it with each thrust, each of our movements becoming more urgent by the second. The end was coming too soon for me, but I also knew that I was already well past the point a virgin like me could expect to last.

Fuck, I loved my Skills! I can't believe I had ever thought they had been a wasted purchase.

My cock throbbed in warning, telling me I was at the edge. Diana sensed it too, because her mouth opened wide, her tongue stretching out enticingly to give me a convenient target. The sight of her with her tongue out, waiting to receive my load, would have been enough to knock me flying over the edge alone, and I felt my release slam into me like a sack of bricks and I nearly saw stars.

I came, hard. To the point I could feel the cum practically rushing through my veins before it shot out with physical force. Diana gasped as her own orgasm hit her, her mouth closing a bit. My breathing hitched as I came on her face, the first shot missing her mouth by a country mile and landing across her face, before I adjusted my aim and painted her waiting tongue white with a thick rope of it. My balls were treating it as if it was the last orgasm I would ever have, so they were going to make the most of it.

Diana breathed heavily underneath me, closing her mouth after I was finally done, and seeming to savor the taste before swallowing. She… really understood that she was sex on legs. Despite my orgasm, my cock was still rock hard, ready to go another round or another fifty. Thank you Endurance.

"We should really stop here," she noted, a note of… something like reticence in her voice. "We've already crossed a line we really shouldn't have in Man's World. We don't need to go any further." she said, and she might as well have told me that the world was ending for how my heart dropped down into my abdomen.

She looked up at me, but she didn't make any moves to push me off of her as she awaited my response. I realized she was putting the ball in my court, and…

I glanced over at the lasso that had fallen to the floor during our activities. Reaching down, I picked it up, easily finding the knotted loop at the end. Diana eyed it warily and me, her breathing hitching when I grabbed one one of her hands… then the other, and fed them through the hole in the middle and tightened the knot. She didn't make any attempt to stop me. I couldn't have forced the lasso on her even if I tried. She was letting this happen.

Maybe Diana did have a point about good sex being dangerous. I never would have imagined something like this happening in a million years. Though, she did seem to be falling face first into the exact danger she had been giving warnings about.

"Can you say that one more time for me?" I asked her, and I could visibly see the lasso compelling the truth from her. The words seemed to rise up from inside of her chest first, traveling up until they forced themselves past her lips.

"No," Diana spoke, truthfully. Her face flushed. Not just embarrassed, but aroused. "I don't want to stop." and damn, if the truth wasn’t pleasant to hear. “I… never intended for it to go this far, but… I’ve never experienced anything like this before.” She admitted, the truth still being compelled out of her by the magic of her lasso.

“And what did you intend?” I asked her, genuinely curious. Because this was so wild that I was still thinking that it might be a illusion that I was failing spectacularly to overcome. Diana looked a little ashamed as she answered, but her face only flushed more.

“I know what everyone else will say when they learn I’ve taken a man as a protege. I don’t care for their words, but… it put has the idea in my head, and when I learned of Zatanna, it seemed like a good excuse to test the water and see what all the fuss is about such a relationship. I… didn’t expect to enjoy it so much,” she explained, and yeah, it seemed she really did run face first into the same warning she gave me about sex and the psychological addiction of pleasure. Which, honestly, validated her concerns about Zatanna a good bit more than I was comfortable to admit. If Wonder Woman was willing to go along with this after a taste of my powers, then what would Zatanna do?

But, those thoughts were for the future. I had a half-naked Wonder Woman laying bound up beneath me, who still hadn’t wiped the cum from her face. I had far, far, far more important things than potential consequences that loomed so far in the future. So, I smiled, “Then we should give them something to talk about. What do you want me to do, Diana?” I asked her, and she shivered when I used her name. Her lips parted, and I think she was about to tell a lie.

Instead, the rope around her wrists compelled the truth passed her lips. “I want you to take me,” I heard her say, and my cock throbbed in unison with my heart.

Well, I couldn’t say no to that, now could I? You might as well ask me to pluck the sun from the sky, because refusing that request was just as herculean a task.

I took in a slow breath and listened to my instincts. I had paid good prestige for my sex skills, and it was time for the last and most coveted one to earn its keep. So far, listening to my instincts had paid off. The gambles I took worked out for me instead of making things terribly awkward, or getting me a slap to the face that would probably break my jaw. I met Diana’s somewhat flustered gaze and began to lightly pull on the end of the lass in my grip. “Get up,” I said, trying to sound as authoritative and commanding as possible.

Lust shone in her eyes as I got off of her to let her let her comply with the order. Undoing the lasso around her wrists, I met her gaze and uttered a single word. “Strip,” I said. Diana cocked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me for my tone, and I knew she could easily see right through me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had laughed the order off. I was in no position to try to pull off the authoritative act, considering my age and the difference in our statuses, especially not with someone like her.

Yet, her hands went to the golden eagle adorning the breastplate of her suit and finished pulling it down, revealing a well-defined body. Abs that were etched into the surface of her stomach, and without the covering of her clothes, it was easy to see how toned she was. Her powerful thighs and arms, abs and calves, all wrapped up in a wonderful sunkissed tan. Her breasts shone in the light, still covered in the oil I had applied to them, completely defying gravity with their perkiness. With her wide hips and relatively narrow waist, it made for a perfect hourglass figure.

As I had said before, she was sex on legs, and she knew it. It would be a crime against nature if she somehow didn’t know that she was an absolute bombshell of a woman.

Diana turned around as she brought her costume over her legs, almost as if to tease me by denying my view, giving me a full view of her perfectly toned ass, but I still got a glimpse of the slick slit of her pussy when she bent down to push her outfit to the floor before she stepped out of the costume. She glanced over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips, and that’s how I realized that I was acting like the blushing virgin that I was. That wouldn’t do. It couldn’t do. I would not fuck this up in the final act just before I lost my virginity.

I swallowed any and all hesitation and stepped forward, guided by my Sex skill, and I was found myself so close my dick brushed against her butt. Reaching out, I grabbed her first by one wrist, then the other, and reapplied the lasso to her hands. Again, she allowed the action, looking forward so I couldn’t see her expression, but based on the droplets of arousal that was dripping down her leg, that’s all I needed to know.

I had fifty thousand points, I reflected. I absolutely should not spend any of them. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

But, I didn’t let that stop me from spending every single point I had anyway. I might have a problem. I was starting to see a pattern here.

It was worth it.

Sex

T5R1

The art of copulation and intimacy. The user's partner is guaranteed to experience untold pleasure, making restrictive concepts such as body compatibility a thing of the past, while instinctively honing in on your partner’s fetishes and desires, possibly discovering some they didn’t know they had. When combined with Kissing, Foreplay, and Cunnilingus, the user's partner is guaranteed to have the greatest sexual encounter of their life.

Bondage

T3R1

The art of restraint and submission. Acting as a Dom, you understand your Sub’s limits and the line of how far they’re willing to go over them to ensure a session never goes too far. Combined with an intrinsic knowledge of various styles of bondage, your Sub will be spoiled for choices on how to give their submission.

I increased Sex because… I’m not really sure, but I’m convinced it was a good idea. Bondage, on the other hand, was bit of a risk that I was taking. Sex let me know what her kinks were, and all signs pointed to some kind of submission play. So, bondage was my pick to cater to them. It made sense. I think. I’m just really hoping that she went with it so I didn’t waste every single point of prestige that I had on sex skills. Again.

At the very least, it gave me a sense of confidence as I began to loop the lasso around, tying a competent knot around her wrists. She reflexively tested the binding, wrists straining against the unbreakable rope, her breathing deepening, only to hitch when I settled my hand on the small of her back started to push her forward, taking her from the living room to the conjoined kitchen. Reached up, I grabbed one of her legs, and Diana let me raise it up so her knee was resting on the edge of the counter, leaving her completely exposed to me.

Her position left her pussy spread ever so slightly, revealing the bright pink inner lips inside. Her clit poked out from its hood, exposed and standing proud, while her arousal dripped from her. I saw the opening of her pussy twitch, as if it knew I was admiring it. Glancing up, I saw Diana looking back at me with an almost pleading look in her eyes. My cock throbbed in anticipation as I complied and lined myself up with her entrance, my cockhead brushing against her soaked entrance, and I had just enough time to think a single, absurd thought.

There was a non-zero chance that I was about to lose my penis. Wonder Woman was Wonder Woman, and I was me. I was kinda superhuman, but not to the point that I could survive even a glancing hit from Diana. And a woman's vagina was a powerful muscle in its own right. Meaning that when I pick my dick in, and she clenched down… well, I would have a hell of an engraving on my tombstone.

Totally fucking worth it.

I thrust into her silky wet channel, just as an impatient Diana slammed her hips back. I felt an intense pressure all around me. There was also an incredible heat as her walls clenched and trembled around me as her body tried to take me in deeper, until I was fully sheathed inside of her. Diana let out a choked, "Gods!" as I took a moment to adjust to the wash of pleasure.

Then I slapped her on the ass, guided by my Skills. Hard. She clenched up in response, but thanks to my high Endurance, my dick proved too tough to crush, and I slapped her again. She moaned throatily, only to gasp as my hips began to move for the first time. Grabbing hold of her bound wrists, I used that as leverage to drive my hips forward, filling the living room with the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. Her firm ass rippled each thrust, bouncing me back as I drove myself in and out of her at an increasingly furious pace.

I was driven by the sounds of her soft moans and satisfied groans that grew in intensity frequency with each thrust. I realized that this is what she wanted. To be tied up and fucked from behind by her student. Actually, she wanted one other thing, I thought as my free hand reached down between her legs and mercilessly stroked her clit back and forth. Diana threw her head back and moaned loudly, wide hips bucking into my hand, before sucking in a hissing breath as she clenched down on me hard enough to be painful, but I didn't care.

It was like I had been taken over by a deep-seated instinct, a primal desire to fuck the gorgeous woman in front of me into a puddle of goo. And I wouldn't stop until I had. To that end, I reached out and grabbed her by her soft, black mane of hair, and pulled. There was no need to be gentle. She was tough enough to take it.I doubted I could hurt her even if I tried my hardest to.

Diana approved, letting out a grunt as she met my thrusts with her own, our flesh slamming together as I felt her arousal drip with each thrust. Her moaning became gasps for air as I fucked the breath from her lungs, my own breathing becoming harsh grunts that punctuated each thrust as I put my Endurance to the test. Both of us were inching ever closer towards a tipping point, but it wasn't arriving fast enough for Diana.

"I want it," Diana moaned, still compelled to tell the truth. "I want it inside of me," she said, and there was a bunch of reasons why that was a bad idea, but I found my thrusts speeding up despite all of them. My brain wasn't the one in control right now. My cock throbbed, racing towards my next release, and I didn't fight it. I slammed my hips forward into Diana hard enough to send her ass rippling and the one leg Diana had touching the ground was lifted up off it by a solid three to four inches. Buried as deeply as I could be inside of her, I let go, and emptied myself. My seed flooded into her, filling her hungry pussy.

Both of us gasped for air as Diana came as well, the sounds of her arousal splattering against the ground telling me even if I couldn't feel her walls massaging my length. Slowly, and with no small amount of reluctance, I began to pull out of her, and a small stream of thick, white cum followed me out, dripping from her pussy. Some of it landed on the floor between our legs, before Diana's legs seemed to give out from underneath her, and she half-collapsed in the puddle of our combined fluids. Sweat dripped from her body, giving her an attractive sheen as she looked up at me, still breathing harshly.

She swallowed thickly, "Ren, we can't do this again," she told me, and with a I knew that she meant it. The binding I had fashioned out of her lasso was still wrapped around her wrists. She had to. And I even saw the reason behind it. She was my mentor. There was an age gap of about seventy years, and if anyone found out, it would be bad. Especially for her. I would get just get a few pats on the back and envy, but she would be shamed and ridiculed, which honestly pissed me off.

I paid her objections no mind. Mirroring her action at the start of this, I reached down and pinched her chin ever so gently between my thumb and index finger and raised her head up to make her look at me. I brushed my thumb over her lips, and marveled at the way she leaned into my touch despite herself. "We can't," she said, protesting even as she nuzzled into my hand.

All the same, when her eyes landed on my still hard cock, there was lust in her eyes. Her lips parted under her own will as I gently guided her forward, and she took me into her mouth. She looked up at me, and I held her gaze the entire time, neither of us blinking.

We both knew at that there was no going back now, from this moment. That this was something that was going to happen again.

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A big thank you to @GloryHound for commissioning the omake chapter!