"You called this poker, right?" Ana said, staring at the three face cards lying side by side.

  "Right."

  "What a strange name," she mused, taking a peek at her cards. "Poker. Hm, poke her? Is that why you brought up the game? An intrusive thought of yours?"

  Xyn scoffed. "How conceited. You don't occupy all my thoughts, Ana...just half of them."

  "Aha..."

  The teenagers were once again atop the bed, playing games and chatting away. It had been an hour since they parted ways, and ten minutes since they reunited.

  Xyn had cleaned up the clearing before summoning and entering the lodge. Seeking comfort, he turned to the familiar and spent his time before the fireplace. The warmth acted as a counter to his negative thoughts and kept the young man's emotions at a net zero. Like this, he waited for Ana.

  The "talk" he expected...didn't come to be. Rather, none of his worst-case scenarios came to be. Instead of a sombre entrance and erecting an impregnable barrier between them as he feared, Ana arrived in her sundress with a spring in her step and a refreshed smile on her face.

  Her chipper attitude threw Xyn for a loop, but he was happy to ride that rollercoaster. He had a good idea of what caused the uptick in her mood, but kept it to himself. The initial back and forth ploughed through any awkwardness between them, and the two were once again on the same page, then on the same bed.

  The earlier happening wasn't brought up, but it was fully acknowledged by the pair. Its effects were present in their exchanges, both verbal and visual, and grew more prevalent as time ticked away. Their flirtatious gestures and words caused the temperature of the room to rise slowly but surely.

  Another incident appeared destined to arrive.

  As if seeing it on the horizon, Ana put down her cards after claiming her latest victory.

  "Quitting while you're ahead?" Xyn asked, seeing her hop off the bed.

  "I'm going to take a bath. It's been too long."

  "To clean what?" he said, unashamedly moving his gaze over her figure. It was spotless. "Your dirty thoughts?"

  "Not all my thoughts are dirty. Half of them at most."

  The words drew out a smile from Xyn. "Enjoy," he said and teleported into the living room.

  "Will do. I'll be in till the sun sets, so thirty minutes, then we can head to Sov."

  "Sounds like a plan."

  "Indeed. Oh, and Xyn, don't peek."

  Xyn made a face at the comment. He turned from the fireplace to her backside as she was strutting off, only for his expression to once again warp from incredulity to wryness.

  Sun Maiden, more like Moon Maiden – nay, moons, he thought with a bitter smile.

  The golden-haired beauty could not beat the allegations and thus doubled down. Her clothes had vanished before she turned the corner, giving her only audience an eyeful of her extraordinary rear along with a cheeky wiggle of her hips. Triumphant footfalls were followed by the slamming of the bathroom door.

  Xyn had intended to relax by the fireplace, but that had become impossible thanks to Ana's exhibitionism. The second-long memory replayed itself in his head and wrought a thorough destruction of his calm and cool. His eyeballs rolled furiously beneath his shut eyelids while his body temperature spiked.

  Damn Vixen, now my mind is in need of cleaning. Are all our interactions doomed to lead to this familiar road? Well, actually, that doesn’t sound too bad – if it leads to a conclusion… Xyn tilted his head…to a climax.

  His eyes opened and glared at the wall beneath them. He was tempted to peek and much more, but restrained himself. What they had was fun but fragile. Pushing boundaries was to be done incrementally, so despite wanting much more, he held himself back. The current trajectory made crossing the final base impossible, but reaching the first three seemed likely, very likely, given Ana's willingness.

  The fact did much to quell his raging libido. It did not completely vanquish it, though. For that, other measures had to be taken.

  I'm like a drug addict.

  It was a fitting comparison. For that was what she was to him. Each moment in her company felt great. Each glance, each touch, each word from her was no different to injections of ecstasy. He was addicted and couldn't stop himself.

  And from what he could tell, neither could Ana.

  Natural and powerful. Their attraction to each other was akin to one of oppositely charged magnets, a force of nature that they could do nothing about.

  That’s right. No need to overthink it. Just enjoy the journey, Xyn. Whatever comes, comes.

  ***

  What am I doing?

  The Sun Maiden was given an all-you-can-eat buffet of food for thought in the last few hours. Time mages, portal technology, evil entities that demanded blood, Sov the hermit...

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  Yet as her nude form sank into the steamy bath, as she sank deeper into contemplation, she arrived at a topic that was getting increasingly familiar: her perverse relationship with Xyn.

  Memories of their interactions came to mind, and saw the bath's water rise imperceptibly.

  Was I a harlot all along?

  She questioned as she remembered her various perverted acts. Flashing him…twice, her seductive poses and suggestive words and most damning of all, grinding her butt against his crotch. Reviewing the memories, she couldn’t believe it was her who did it.

  Xyn wasn't the first person she had found attractive, far from it. However, she had never engaged in casual flirting, let alone such forward behaviour, till now.

  There must be something in the air or ground. The leftover Strangeness from Universe 10 must have infected me or something, turning my pure soul depraved. That must be it. There's no other explanation.

  Comforting her mind with this string of logical thoughts, Ana focused on relieving her body. Memories of being in his lap streamed through her head. She recalled it vividly, and her body squirmed.

  * NSFW start*

  Xyn's erect penis nuzzled between her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down as he thrust away. Its hardness, heat and subtle pulsations as it desired to penetrate her nether region. The quickness of his breath and its heat beside her ear as he rubbed against her.

  Her fingers went south and caressed her sacred area. Sultry moans escaped her glistening lips, and the water began thrashing at her motions, which increased in vigour at every passing second. Before long, the bath the size of a small pool was a rowdy ocean as Ana lost herself in her act. Pleasure struck like waves, creating waves themselves.

  Her voice echoed loudly and without restraint. Her fingers plunged deep as she imagined Xyn between her spread legs, thrusting away. In and out. In and out, deep and fast, his flesh sword entering and exiting her natural scabbard.

  Her fingers couldn't keep up with her escalating need. She got creative. White Lotus was repurposed. Instead of the usual, the white energy condensed into a humanoid shape: Xyn's. Ana was no artist, but the recreation was nearly one-to-one on account of her thorough observation.

  The Sun Maiden welcomed this external but internal part of herself, happily, with open arms and, more importantly, open legs.

  She shut her eyes and relished the experience. Her mind's eye overlaid Xyn's image onto her fake, and her pleasure continued to ascend to greater heights. The director and the actors, the Sun Maiden cast a most perverted play. Never idle for too long, she was all over the place, switching to various positions.

  Her fake Xyn groped and grabbed at her soft flesh as he pounded away to his - and hers- heart's content. He was like a beast in heat. Ripples of pleasure flowed through her body.

  The racy scenario developed further as she recalled the psionic's various abilities. Her mind honed in on those which could further her pleasure. Another being of white came to be and joined the equation, ravishing her with its various appendages.

  All this amounted to a lot of noise.

  She realised she was making a commotion, but she didn't care, not at this moment. Some part of her wished to see the door swing open and explore the possibilities that would naturally follow. Badly. Never had she craved anything as she did his presence, his manhood.

  She called out his name between intense moans, when her mouth wasn't occupied, beckoning him forth from beyond the doorway. The forbidden nature of the notion aroused her to no end. A last surge saw her reach her destination as a final moan escaped her. A climactic end to her journey of intense pleasure.

  * NSFW end*

  She lost all strength and her lame body flopped over the side of the tub, her face resting on the lukewarm polished stone. White Lotus dispersed as wisps. Her mind was a white void in the aftermath as her body continued to spasm. It would take nearly a minute before thoughts again populated her head.

  She glanced toward the left. The door had remained shut. Disappointment escaped her in the form of a sigh. Then, another sigh followed as a result of the first. Her disappointment was a cause for further disappointment.

  That makes three times…today. External influence or not, the result doesn't change. Esteemed mother and father, your daughter has become a craven existence. A harlot who lusts for dicks.

  Ana shook her head, immediately contesting the thought.

  No, not just any dicks – just his.

  She nodded. The amendment made her feel a bit better about her current self.

  It can't be helped. He's too damn perfect.

  Ana had never thought to list what she found attractive in a partner; however, she felt that if she took the time to make one, Xyn would satisfy all criteria and then some.

  His physical appearance was at the very centre of her strike zone, and so was every other aspect of him. He was no diamond in the rough, but rather one which had been polished to the point of being blinding.

  The "one fated for her".

  Ana had been disbelieving at first, but by now, she was thoroughly convinced about the ancient Conqueror's prophecy.

  Those soft black hair, pools of darkness for eyes that suck you in, flawless skin and chiselled body of his.

  The more she thought about him, the more she forgave herself for her lustful actions.

  It really can’t be helped. Anyone would fall for him.

  Ana had realised it by now. Her lust for him was great, but equal in intensity was another emotion, which complemented it perfectly.

  A perfect fit. We’d be one if not for... The golden-haired beauty's exuberance died as her gaze travelled to her nether region.

  Sun Maidens weren’t barred from experiencing pleasure – as Ana had proved in her latest session of debauchery. She could stick whatever objects she wished up her without consequence; however, a flesh-and-blood rod wouldn’t do.

  Something about the act of sex had a destabilising effect on the soul, on her seals. The why was lost to her and the scholars of her world. What was understood is what this disturbance would result in.

  Accepting him would be death. His and mine. Worse, failure to fulfil my duty, and that can’t happen.

  Ana’s face turned stony as she remembered her home world, her kingdom; the realm needed her to be the Sun Maiden.

  That’s right. I can’t risk everyone’s safety because I want to get off.

  Resolve burned brightly in the princess. She vowed not to get swept up in the heat of the moment again. Xyn was a valuable ally, but that’s all he would be.

  Right. Right…right?

  Just like a flame, her heart swayed. Her resolve was strong, but the tag team of love and lust proved stronger. She grabbed and shook her head as she grappled with her chaotic emotions, hoping a throttle would set her right again. It would not.

  Aaah! Why do I have to deal with this!? Damn it. Damn him. Damn me. Damn the demons too, I’ll kill them all!

  Ana was all over the place in the passing minutes, the water turning tumultuous at her writhing. Finally, after a protracted dunk, she broke the surface of the water, face settled with one emotion: calmness.

  She had been visited by the same train of thought that passed through Xyn’s mind earlier, leading to the same conclusion: to enjoy their time together without thinking too deeply about the final destination.

  That’s what I’ll do. It’s the only thing I can do.

  Nodding, she exited the bath. Defiled water slid down her nude form, their journey one of high crests and low depressions. They were burnt away along with any lingering germs as golden flames swept over her curvy figure. She considered staying naked but felt it was too much – too little – and donned her sundress.

  She spread her senses as she opened the door and realised something.

  Huh, he’s not even here.

  Not in the living room. Not in the lodge, not anywhere within five kilometres. Unbeknownst to her, Xyn had left a long time ago, before Ana began her thrashing. The timing was unfortunate, but in retrospect, it was a case of losing the battle and winning the war.

  Where did he go? When did he go? More importantly... A spark of longing flashed in Ana's eyes. When will he get back?