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The bottle of wine was half-empty. I’d lost count of which glass I was on and Stelle was smirking at me. I asked “What’re you so smug about?”
The Party Car was empty. Dan Hang, Himeko, and Welt were all on the surface of Jarilo-VI, far below us. I felt warm and comfortable lounging in the booth with my friend across from me.
The Savior of Belobog, the Galactic Baseballer, my hero, and also my crush. Just the two of us. I was as smug as her, really, to be sharing this moment, but I wouldn’t dare admit it. I was too scared to ask her how she felt. If only I knew what I was getting into.
She answered “I’m sharing a drink with a cute girl, who’s my closest friend. Even better, there’s no one else around. Who’s wouldn’t be smiling?”
“Oh, you charmer. I’m gonna blush! And thanks bestie, you’re my favorite friend too.”
She smiled, then looked out the window.
The view of the planet was beautiful. A white snowball with tufts of fluff drifting along it.
She said “Gorgeous planet. Hopefully it’ll recover from the effects of the Stellaron soon.”
“Yeah. I hope so too.”
“Crazy to think that the power to do...that...” - she pointed to the densest clouds - “...is the same as the power in my chest. Y’know?”
“Y-yeah...crazy.”
“I think about the Stellaron sometimes.”
“You do? I never really thought about it much.”
“Because thinking is...not why we keep your around.”
“You calling me dumb?”
“You let me bully you.” I blushed. This was true.
“A-anyway, what about the Stellaron?”
She gazed out the window melancholically, took a deep breath, then admitted quietly, “It scares me.”
A rock dropped in my gut. I rarely saw her this vulnerable. It really wasn’t like her to admit she was scared of anything.
Trying to cheer her up, I exclaimed “Don’t worry, the Nameless will take care of it! You’re one of us now. We’re experts at sealing a Stellaron. If it causes you any trouble, we’re on it.”
Absently, she said “Thanks,” not sounding too reassured.
“You don’t sound too confident.”
She sighed, then responded “Well I remember Cocolia saying that hers was talking to her.”
The memories rushed back – her powerful attacks, the impenetrable armor of ice covering her, her bizarre speeches full of ambition and vague promises. And of course, strangest of all, her claim that a mysterious voice inhabited the Cancer of All Worlds. “O-oh.”
“And...she didn’t want the Nameless’ help. That’s what worries me.”
“Has...Has your Stellaron talked to you?”
She shook her head. “Not since...the fight with her.”
“Well it saved your life. And you’re nothing like Cocolia. You’re the savior of Belobog.”
“I guess I am.”
“You protect people! You love saving lives. Even if it talked to you, it couldn’t corrupt you.”
“I’m pretty sure Cocolia cared about protecting people at one point.”
“Y-yeah. I’m sure she did. Well...you’ll tell one of us if the Stellaron starts giving you trouble. Yeah?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t keep that from you.”
“There you go. You can ask for help anytime!”
“Thanks,” she said, then sipped her wine. “I really feel like I can tell you anything and you’ll still be nice to me.”
“Of course! I’m your best friend.”
We enjoyed the view for a while. The storms drifted languidly across the snow globe. Misty tails of frost tickled grasping, ghostly fingers which evaporated into the oceanic blankets of cloud.
Eventually, she hesitantly said “I...I want to...ask you something.”
“Hm? Anything for you, buddy. Shoot.”
“Something personal.”
“Mhm.” It worried me, hearing how little confidence she had, because the Galactic Baseballer often seemed invincible.
She sighed, then said “I...really think you’re brave, and confident, andandand...passionate. Whatever you put your mind to, you give it 100%. I like you a lot.”
My heart started thudding in my chest. Was my fantasy coming true? This could be amazing.
“March, I...bought you a present. Because I think I’m in love with you.”
“Stelle!” I cried, and stood up so abruptly it shook the table. In two steps I reached her seat and threw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her. “Love you too. I’m so happy you feel the same way about me.” All my worries melted away.
“I wanna ask if you’ll kiss me.”
Immediately I pecked her lips. She placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed my face against hers, greedily kissing me.
I fell away, and dropped into her lap, slouching against her. She felt soft and comfortable. I mumbled “So what’s the present?”
Instead of answering, she shifted her posture a bit, and scooted over, to the edge of the booth.
“You wanna get up? Am I in the wa-”
Suddenly, she reached one arm under my thighs, and the other under the small of my back, and lifted me up. She was quickly on her feet.
“Eep!”
Confidently, she declared “We’re going to my bedroom.”
A wave of heat rushed to my face. I exclaimed “S-so forward!”
Without answering, she began taking strides towards the stairs.
In protest I babbled “W-wait. Slow down. On our first date! I-I-I didn’t even realize it was a date date, I thought we were just hanging out. H-how far are you gonna go?” Heat started building between my thighs, and I could feel my muscles tensing. I couldn’t believe she actually meant to get intimate. I was naive, and couldn’t imagine the things she wanted to do.
We were heading up the stairs. All she said was “I want you. And I know you want me.”
“B-b-b-but I...you didn’t even give me my present yet!” Stupid, stupid, worrying about the present when I was about to get taken advantage of. But I guess deep down I’m really a frivolous person.
“It’s in the bedroom. It’s a surprise.”
“H-huh? You’re planning something! A-are you...secretly freaky?”
She laughed. I took that as a yes. Freaky would turn out to be an understatement.
“O-oh. Oh Aeons. Waitwaitwait, this is overwhelming.”
“You haven’t even seen the present yet. Don’t worry, you’ll like it. I promise.”
“Um. Um. I’m not sure about this. Let’s slow down.”
She had reached the top of the stairs.
“Put me down. Stelle. Baseballer. Bestie. Babe!”
At that, she put me down, and answered “I like hearing you call me babe.”
I was unsteady on my feet, blood rushing to my head, and I babbled “Alright, babe. We’re a thing now. Great. But let’s just...catch our breath.”
Carrying me didn’t seem to have winded her at all. She opened the door and headed into her bedroom. Slowly, I followed her. My heart was thudding.
Stelle headed to her desk, put her hand on a drawer, and said “I wanna surprise you. Can you close your eyes?”
“Huh? What’re you gonna do to me? I had no idea you were so kinky.”
“Don’t you trust me? After all we’ve been through, battles we’ve fought, you can’t let your guard down, just for one second? I’m not gonna bite...unless you ask me to.” I made a face, then shook my head. “Alright, then. But I’ve really been looking forward to this. I’ve...fantasized about you.” That made me hug myself, and get a little weak in the knees. My cheeks felt red hot, and I was more than a bit lightheaded. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. Just for a second, close your eyes. That’s it. Okay?” Her words were gentle, and I didn’t know how to say no to her. That would prove to be my weakness.
So I closed my eyes. I heard a drawer opening, and her footsteps approaching me. I reminded myself to breathe. It was unbelievable that things were going this fast.
“No peeking,” she said, when she gently took my hand and guided it behind my back. Then she took my other hand.
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing dangerous,” she answered, while I felt a tickling at my wrists. Then something soft tightened around them.
In my wildest fantasies about Stelle I’d imagined her feeling the same way and kissing me and then...my mind had wandered elsewhere. I hadn’t let myself think about doing anything scandalous because well, she was my friend, and it would be messed up to think perverted stuff about your friends, right? But apparently she had no such inhibitions.
I demanded “You bought rope?”
“It’s silk. Highest quality I could find,” said while I felt something moving around and tightening. I tried to wriggle my wrists but they didn’t move an inch. “Expensive stuff, this material. But you’re more than worth every credit to my name.”
I opened my eyes and turned around. “This is crazy. I’m gonna tell everyone you asked me to do...this...” She grinned when I tripped over my words. “...this freaky stuff on our first date.”
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then her lips tickled my skin again and again, as she moved down the side of my face and under my chin. Goosebumps crept down my shoulders and arms as she planted dozens of kisses on my neck and collarbone. She whispered in my ear “I’ve been thinking about doing this for weeks.”
My knees trembled. I was still fidgeting with the silky bonds, but I couldn’t free my hands. Since when was she good with knots? She must have practiced that, for a while. For how long was she planning?
My train of thought was interrupted when she wrapped an arm around me shoulders and pushed my hard, suddenly knocking me off-balance. “Eep!” I fell into her embrace. In a moment I was lifted off the ground. Her arms felt impossibly solid.
In just three steps we had reached the bed, and she dumped me on it. “I-I-I dunno. We’re really doing this?” My thighs pressed together involuntarily. Warmth was creeping up my belly. I was leaking precum.
She grabbed my breasts firmly, making me gasp. Then she pressed her lips against mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth. “Mmph!” My head emptied of all thoughts while she kept squeezing my boobs and moving her tongue side to side against mine.
She leaned back, and I gasped for breath. She reached up to my shoulder and pulled down my shirt, then grabbed a bra strap and pulled it aside.
I exclaimed “This is overwhelming. I can barely think!” She kissed my shoulder, again and again, moving along the top of it, almost to my neck, before heading lower, onto my collarbone, then to my boob. Chills went along my spine and I shuddered.
She planted her mouth on my nipple. I let out a moan. She looked smug and said “You like it don’t you?”
“You...you dastardly...taking advantage of me like this! I had no idea you had this side to you.” I could tell my panties were soaked.
She grabbed my thighs and squeezed, making me whimper. “I love the cute sounds you make. You’re so sexy. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.” She slide her hands up my skirt to my hips, and rubbed them, sending chills down my legs. I went limp.
While my panties slid down my thighs, the closest thing I could manage to any kind of protest or resistance was “Ah...ah...ah...”
When she put her hand on my inner thigh I twitched. She slid her hand higher and higher. When she touched my dick I squeaked.
“That’s what I like to hear. Keep those sounds coming.” Just mention of coming sent a wave of tight, searing pleasure between my legs.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and resigned myself.
Her fingers caressed the tip of my gock. I gasped.
Smugly, she cooed “You’re already so wet. So eager.”
She moved up and down my shaft, making me harder and harder. When she touched my clit a sharp jolt of pleasure made me twitch. She pressed that spot more. My hips thrust.
“You’re about to nut. That didn’t take long.” Her hands slid off my twitching gock.
I looked at her in surprise. The heat and pressure below my belly button was incredible, and unbearable. If I didn’t get some kind of release that second I’d go crazy.
She put her fingers in her mouth and moved her tongue over them. Then she put her hand between my legs...and headed lower, and further back.
My eyes went wide with surprise when she touched my butthole. “Unh!? Eh!?” I couldn’t think of a better question than that. Being horny makes me stupid. A flaw that would haunt me.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna feel great,” she said, while pressing inside, stretching my tight anus. “Try to relax. Easy now,” she said, pushing deeper inside.
It felt weird, and really intense. My muscles kept involuntarily twitching, which just made it feel even tighter.
“Lemme find your g-spot...” Her fingers wriggled around, and twisted, making me shriek. “You’re really feeling that. Where’s the right spot...” She pushed her fingers towards the front, and I could feel them pressure my guts. Then she pressed up and down, up and down.
It was too much. My hips buckled, and I shrieked.
“There it is. An anal orgasm, too. Didn’t know you were into that.”
“I-I-I-...” Another wave of pleasure cut me off, as my butthole clenched tightly on her fingers. I squirmed, and my wrists strained against my bonds, futilely. Cum dribbled down my inner thigh.
She slid her fingers out of me. I was breathing heavily.
“That felt good babe?”
It had. Not that I would ever admit it. It was mortifying that she had left me speechless. A lingering doubt prickled at the back of my mind, but I pushed it away because the warmth bellow my belly and along my insides was still insistently holding my attention. I moaned.
“Oh yeah. You feel amazing. I can tell.”
She rolled me over and untied my wrists. The silk tickled my skin as it slid away. I noticed that my hands felt a bit tingly, and I mumbled “Tingles.”
“Yeah, because you were lying on top of your hands. We gotta remember that.”
Gradually, the warmth receded, and my doubts got louder. There was a word I was looking for, that thing where you ask first before doing something. Consummating? Consuming. No, that meant the opposite. It was like being...proper? Polite? Patient? My thoughts were all fuzzy and I still felt wet and warm and cozy, so the word stayed on the tip of my tongue. All I managed was “That was rude.”
She laughed.
“It’s rude to tie up a girl. Andandand I don’t know if that was my first time ever.”
“How was your orgasm?” Crucially, that was a different question than whether I consented, but I never managed to say that word.
Instead, I said “Intense. Wow. Wow.”
She lay down next to me and hugged me. Her softness and warmth against me were heavenly. “I knew you’d like it. And I’m glad. I wanna make you feel good.”
“Thanks.”
“I’d do anything to make you happy. Anything.”
For a while we lay there. In her embrace I forgot all my worries. Because I was so caught up in the thrill of my crush reciprocating my feelings, and the Savior of Belobog, the ally of the Xianzhou Luofu, the famous Penacony star, my hero, holding me close, it didn’t seem important whether I had any say in what we did. Hearing her declare she’d do anything to make me happy flattered my ego, and I believed her.
That was foolish of me. If only I’d known how far she’d go for pleasure.