The True Endgame

“I just want to cheer them on, nya,” Nyaiko says with a pout and crossed arms. “I would have thought nya would want to stop them-nya!” she loudly whispers at Cassiel.

“I only need to stop you. They’re allowed to do… things together because she’s part of our relationship! It – it wouldn’t be fair to not let her have some alone time with him,” Cassiel explains.

“They’re so cute together. I ship them,” Serra chimes in, watching Fenrir and Nell hug each other and kiss.

“I know, right? Nell Nell is such a precious little thing, and Fenny can be smart about these sorts of things when it matters,” Oleander says, crouching next to Serra.

“It’s nyot fair! I want to be cute and be shipped with Fenya, too,” Nyaiko whines.

“I ship you and Cass Cass more,” Serra says.

Both Cassiel and Nyaiko look at Serra with confused expressions, though Cassiel is definitely the one who looks the most confused between the two of them. And the most mad.

“Wha—why? How – why would – don’t say weird things!” Cassiel whisper-shouts at Serra.

“Nya. I don’t see why nya think nyat,” Nyaiko replies.

“Because you’re cute together, and you both have big boobs now. I want to see you do lewd things to each other,” Serra explains, nodding her head.

“You just want Fenya to yourself!” Cassiel says.

“Did nya just call him Fenya?” Nyaiko asks her.

Cassiel grabs Nyaiko by her ears and starts to shake her around by them, but instead of causing pain, she draws erotic moans out from Nyaiko’s lips instead.

On the outside, Cassiel immediately lets go of Nyaiko’s ears and calls her a perverted cat-cow. On the inside, Cassiel wants to keep on touching those soft, fluffy cat ears while hearing Nyaiko’s purring moans.

“I ship it,” Serra says.

“I can see it. It’s kind of like that one thing Fenrir tried explaining to me once… I think it was gap moe or something?” Oleander says and shrugs.

“I don’t know if this counts, but they’re cute and I ship them.”

“Would you two stop saying weird things?!” Cassiel’s whisper-shouting grows louder and louder.

Meanwhile, Rock walks next to Nyaiko and stops.

“What are nya doing?” Nyaiko asks her. “Did nya finally warm up to me-nya?”

Rock lifts one of her back legs.

While Serra and Oleander work together to cover up Nyaiko’s mouth, Fenrir and Nell are unaware of what is happening nearby and finally let one another go.

“I hope you’re feeling better now,” Fenrir says.

“I am, my hero. Thank you! Just promise to me that you will spoil me with your attention whenever you can, and I shall stay happy!” Nell says with a wide smile and flushed cheeks.

“Of course. I promise to spoil you as much as I can.”

“Good! I shall be holding you to that promise, my hero. Let us not forget that you have already broken one promise to me, so I will not allow you to break another!”

“When – when did I break a promise to you?”

“You don’t even remember! Such a cruel man you are. Do you not recall when I was first aboard your ship and you promised to never let anybody steal me away?”

“Oh. Yeah… my bad. I – I tried my best though to stop them from taking you back,” Fenrir explains, guilt obvious within his expression and tone. Despite feeling guilty about breaking a promise to her, when he looks back down at her, she’s smiling and giggling.

“Do not worry, my hero. I knew that you would not be able to keep that promise in the first place, so I did not consider it legitimate even if I wished it was!”

“I – I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse. You call me cruel, but you just admitted you didn’t believe in me!”

“To be fair, my hero, I had known you for only several hours and you were a new player wishing to go against one of this world’s most powerful rulers. Not even my fantasies are so delusional to think that you would have been able to succeed.”

“I technically succeeded in the end, didn’t I?”

“Hmm. I suppose you are right! That means my fantasies must grow even more outlandish as they are clearly not able to surpass reality’s own delusional truths as they are.”

“That sounded confusing, but I think I understand what you’re talking about. The answer is no. You don’t need to get even crazier fantasies. You’re going to start imagining flying dicks from alternate dimensions if you keep this up.”

“Oh! That gives me an idea! Thank you for the muse, my hero!”

Fenrir sighs and shakes his head. “You’re something else, Nell Nell.”

“I am your something else, my hero!”

“And I’m your hero.”

“I just said that, silly hero.”

“Could – could you just let me try to be smooth?”

“Nope!” Nell giggles. “If you wish to be smooth then you must do so without giving me an opportunity to diminish it!”

“Then how about this?” Fenrir says, grabbing Nell by her shoulders and pulling her back against him.

With her face pressed up against his chest, she can smell his masculine scent, feel his warm against her, and she feels small and protected when pressed up against him like this. She can’t help but blush and giggle against his form. Leaning her head up, she looks at him and says, “My hero, I – ah! What – what happened?!”

Blood is dripping down from a gash on his jawline.

“I need to be more careful around those things,” Fenrir says, looking at her horn while wincing from the pain of just getting stabbed by one of her horns. Her horns curve and then stick straight up, so when she leaned her head up while he was so close to her, her horn tore right through his skin.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I – I wasn’t thinking!” Nell apologizes over and over, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. It was just an accident and we’re both at fault,” Fenrir says, petting the top of her head between her horns.

A drop of his blood drips off from his wound and lands right on her cheek.

“Hang on,” he tells her, leaning down so that his face is directly in front of her own. Though, rather than kiss her this time, he sticks out his tongue and licks up the blood that he just dripped onto her. “There we go. I’d feel bad if I got you dirty.”

Nell was feeling horrible a moment ago, but now she feels so hot and excited that steam is going to blow out of her ears at any moment. She’s so, so torn between being confused why he had to lick her to clean his blood off of her cheek, and excited because he just licked blood off of her cheek which is so excitedly animalistic.

Fenrir blushes when he realizes that he just licked his own blood off of her. “A-ah… sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and it just seemed like the natural thing to do,” he explains. “It’s not the first time I’ve felt weird like that. I guess my feral instinct is starting to come out in more than just combat.”

“No, no! There is no need to apologize, my hero!” Nell frantically says, waving her hands around to dismiss his apology.

Fenrir looks down at her and it clicks. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks.

Her face turns brighter.

“So, while I have this gash on my jaw and am dripping blood everywhere, you’re getting turned on because I licked blood off of you?”

“I – I cannot help it! It was just so… wild!”

“So, you like it when I’m behaving like a wild animal?”

“I will not deny that, my he—”

Fenrir grabs her by her shoulders once more, walking her backward until he pushes her back up against the nearest tree.

With her body pinned to the tree, he lowers his head and looks directly into her eyes. He says nothing; all he does is stare into those excited, surprised eyes of Nell’s.

Then, he leans his head forward and tilts it sideways so that he can get underneath her chin, letting his tongue slip out from his mouth to lick at her sensitive neck.

Nell’s moan comes quickly enough that she does not even get a chance to try and hide it, but she does cover her mouth for the moans that come when Fenrir slowly drags his tongue up from her neck to jawline.

“And done,” Fenrir says, hopping backward away from her.

“Wh-what? You – you are done? Why did you? I—” Nell stutters out, much too excited to speak properly.

“That’s what you get for teasing me and ruining my attempts at being smooth.”

Nell lowers her head and looks down at the ground, her entire body shaking.

Fenrir is about to ask her if something is wrong when she lifts her head and looks directly at him.

“My hero,” Nell says, her voice calm despite her expression being one bordering on lustful insanity, “I do not believe that I will be able to hold myself back any longer.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks her.

Nell pulls her wings in close to her back so that removing her top is easy work.

“Oh.”