Roxy Interlude.
Labyrinth City Rapan.
A small smile pulled at Roxy's lips as they walked together through the labyrinth the city was named for. This was almost everything she had dreamed of, when she first set out from home. Going through a dungeon with a competent party, killing monsters and enjoying the camaraderie and companionship that came with a group fighting together.
Almost, but not quite. After all, in those girlish fantasies she would have fallen into danger, isolated from her party, and a handsome man would come and rescue her and they would fall in love at first sight then go on to start a family together.
The reality was so much better than fantasy.
She had gotten very lucky, when she answered the request for a magic instructor at the request of a local knight in the nearby Buena Village when she passed through Roa. She didn't know it at the time, but she found her future husband that day she met the little boy that was to be her student. An infuriating, precocious brat entirely too good with magic and too sure of himself—who turned out to be an infuriating ass of a man only sometimes, and more like dealing with a hobbit than a child. The man who had seen the harm he had unintentionally done her and had worked to build her up, because he was kind and wanted to help those around him.
Roxy acknowledged that she had been foolish and impatient to give in to her wanderlust, when she left Buena. She should have stayed, instead of moving on and going to Shirone. Instead of enduring a couple of years of being sexually harassed by Pax Shirone, she could have instead spent her days in a loving home, surrounded by friends and family, teaching Rudy and Sylphie, then later Norn and Aisha. It was a choice she deeply regretted, even if in the end it had forced her to realize just how much she would miss what she then began to consider as home and family.
Of course, there were other considerations. If she had stayed, Rudy might have gone on to teach Eris, or he might not have—and they would have missed out on meeting the energetic, earnest young woman. Sylphie might or might not have ended up meeting Ariel and they might have missed out on that connection, to another reincarnation and princess—not to mention that Ariel was actually a good person and Roxy was happy to call her a friend. Eris, Ariel, Ghislaine, Phillip, Sauros, Hilda, Therese, Kishirika, Elinalise, and more—there were so many things that could have gone different, people they might not have in their lives from that one decision, that while Roxy did regret it, she couldn't say she disliked the end result.
Then the teleport disaster struck and Roxy got her adventure. A mission to track down and gather up Rudy's family and reunite everyone. Lots of travel, riding along in the truck Rudy sent for them, taking jobs here and there, teaching Aisha, meeting new friends in the form of Tallhand and Elinalise, and finally the reunion she had hoped for. Even if it was a little… outside of her expectations. She didn't mind too much.
And now here she was. Together with her fiance Rudy, his little sister, his aunt who was a knight of the the Holy Order of the Temple of Milis, their charge the Maiden of Milishion, Rudy's summoned spirit, and the legendary Demon Empress Kishirika. A ridiculously overpowered party, walking through the labyrinth dungeon like they owned the place—like they were just out on a stroll. It was as absurd as it was hilarious.
I wouldn't trade reality for that childish dream for anything in the world.
Rudy's hand around her squeezed her a bit tighter as he read her thoughts—actually read her thoughts, because he had given her one of the things she had craved since she first realized she was different. He had fixed what was broken with her—the Migurd who couldn't communicate with her own people, who didn't share the connection they all shared—even if he didn't consider her broken. Feeling his love for her, adoration, respect—the confidence, pride, and sexual hunger he felt for her when she took the lead and demonstrated how much she had grown in their time apart… It did things for her. It made Roxy feel special. Sexy in a way only Rudy had ever made her feel. Confident in herself as a woman and a mage.
Of course, with the enchantment allowing them to share thoughts and feelings, Rudy felt all of that and his attention and desire for her only grew—which increased her own, and so on as their desires and feelings grew unchecked. Is this what I've been missing all these years?
She felt Rudy's mental presence wrap around her own, filling her with love, comfort, and desire all wrapped together. It was an intoxicating feeling, and nearly overwhelming in its intensity.
Ahead of them, Aisha flew through the cave, killing enemies in a display for her brother, to show him just how much she knew and how good she was. No two enemies died the same way, unless they were clustered up in groups. A stone sword cleanly cut the head off of one, stone spikes shot from the ground to blast through another, a compressed ball of water blasted another into a shower of gore, a fireball tore apart one group, a bolt of lightning electrocuted another, the air chilled and enemies froze solid before being blasted apart with more sword strikes. On, and on the girl went, determined to prove that she was capable.
It wasn't hard at all to see that Aisha loved her big brother, outside of the typical love of one sibling for another. The little redhead had a crush on him, and had since she and the others had had a chance to set her straight and she got some time to actually talk to him on their journey—uninterrupted and without the threat of their father hanging over them, to try to keep them apart, and then later after the incident when they met up with Paul in person. It was cute, really. The little redhead was going to be trouble later on down the line, but Roxy was pretty sure it would at least be entertaining.
That's another possibility, she mused, as her mind turned to another 'what if' scenario. If she had stayed, would Paul and Laws have decided that Rudy was some kind of danger to Sylphie? What if the three of them had set out together? Perhaps they would have all ended up in Roa together with Eris. Or perhaps not.
"Alright, I think it's time we took a break," Rudy called to the others with a grin, directing them over to the wall nearest the stairs leading down, before pulling off his pack and opening it. "Aisha, if you'd make us a temporary shelter, I packed lunch for everyone."
"Right!" the little redhead nodded, and the ground and walls around them rumbled and shifted, stone flowing out and forming a small room for them.
Rudy unpacked sandwiches and handed them out, before creating water and cups for them. Roxy herself made a table and chairs, while they all sat down and accepted their lunch. Looking around the table with a smile, he said, "Good work so far, everyone. Aisha, that was great. However, from what I've heard, the difficulty curve goes up on the next floor and every successive floor, so no more trying to take things out alone. Let's proceed with caution from here on. We'll take a more traditional party layout. Therese in front, Kishirika, Aisha, and Roxy next, then I'll bring up the rear."
"I won't let you down, Rudeus," Therese smiled at her nephew.
Kishirika hummed as her eyes spun in her head and settled on two different irises. "Looking ahead, the monsters get a lot tougher and there are more of them. This is going to be fun. There are a few off by themselves. Rudy, I want a chance to fight some of them solo. I need to knock the rust off."
"Sure," he agreed easily.
They chatted a bit more as they ate. As soon as Roxy finished her meal, Rudy stood and stretched, before offering her a hand. Roxy accepted and he pulled her to her feet. Turing a grin on the others, he said, "We'll be back in a bit. Going to take a walk."
Kishirika snorted and Roxy blushed, but a happy smile pulled her lips up. "Uh huh. A 'walk.'"
Rudy shrugged. "Alright. I'm going to go make love to my fiancee. That better?"
"Yes," Kishirika nodded.
Therese giggled while Aisha rolled her eyes. "Have fun, you two," the blonde grinned, waving at them as they left the little safe room.
They didn't go far, as Rudy walked a few yards away then built a second small room for them. A light spell floated above them and, in a flash of light, he summoned a bed from her namesake ship. Roxy smiled as he turned to her, their feelings for each other once more getting all tangled up in a confusing, arousing mess that made her heart race.
Rudy swept her up into a hug and their lips met. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and rubbing here and there, before settling on her ass and giving the firm muscle a good squeeze. Roxy mewled into her fiance's lips, panting softly as the arousal became too much. "Rudy, don't tease me. I need you," Roxy whispered against his lips.
"Yeah?" he asked back, just as intimately, a certain smug confidence in his voice that irritated and aroused her. "Is there something you want?"
Roxy's blue eyed gaze met his green. "A child. You promised, remember?"
Rudy's lips spread into a wide grin and his thoughts and feelings towards her became possessive, hungry, and for a moment Roxy wondered if maybe she had made a mistake in setting him off… And then it was entirely too late to do anything about it as he began working at getting her clothes off. Roxy helped, then removed his own, before he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Roxy was already wet and ready to go, and had been almost since they started, so her pleasure when he spread her legs and immediately dove into her bare pussy with his mouth, tongue, and fingers came with a side of frustration that he hadn't just pushed her down and speared her with his cock. Given the amusement Rudy felt, that had been his intent all along—to tease and frustrate her until either she begged… or worse, she came. Roxy had no sexual stamina to speak of, so after one orgasm, she was done for a while. She was utterly defeated and could barely move, after—and Rudy took delight in putting her in that state, then making her come over and over again, forcing her to endure hours of pleasurable torture.
She had seen that wasn't the case with the others, so she had quietly confided to them in private about her insecurity over her staying power. Pretty much everyone said it was normal. They also suggested she train to be able to last longer and recover faster—which really just meant having lots more sex. That didn't help her now, however. But the other advice they had given her just might. If she couldn't last long and didn't want to endure the humiliation of being driven out of her mind, then the best thing to do was control the pace.
"Rudy," Roxy whimpered as his tongue delved into her. With a force of will, she managed to scrape enough concentration together to flip them over using magic.
"Eh?" Rudy asked, but Roxy was already moving, scrambling down and throwing her leg over him. He laughed, reaching up and taking hold of her hips, squeezing in a way that made her eyes flutter and her body clench and tighten, her nether lips growing even wetter. "If you wanted to be on top, you could've just said so."
Taking his cock in hand, Roxy glared down at him as she slowly eased herself down, taking him in with a sigh. "You wouldn't have let me."
"No," he grinned, "but it would have been fun to make you beg for it."
"You're awful," she whimpered as she settled into his lap, his cock filling her completely and then some, as she felt him knocking at the entrance to her womb.
"You love it."
"I do," Roxy huffed a little sigh as she slowly started moving her hips back and forth as he fell into her rhythm easily, meeting her every movement and making her eyes roll in her head as he seemed to hit every one of her most sensitive spots just right—as though he was made just for her. She had known what she was getting into for years now, and even as sometimes frustrating as Rudy could be, he was still the man she loved—the first man to want her, as a woman. Not in spite of being a demon—that didn't matter to him. If anything, it was actually more of a turn-on.
Reading her mind, he pulled her down and kissed her forehead, one hand squeezing her hip and the other reaching up to run through her blue locks, pulling her hair around and bringing it to his lips to kiss. Roxy's heart fluttered at the gesture, then even more at the feelings of love, acceptance, and desire pouring into her.
"I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you," Rudy said, kissing her lips and making Roxy's heart beat faster.
Blushing, Roxy wanted to look away, but forced herself not to. To look into the eyes of the man who loved her and acknowledge him and his feelings for her, and hers for him. "If you say things like that… I won't be able to control myself."
As expected, that just made him want to do it more. "Good. You're beautiful, Roxy—one of the most beautiful women I know. I'm glad you became my teacher. I think that was probably the best day of my life, because it made everything else possible. I love you, and I want you to be my wife. We'll make beautiful babies together."
Roxy gasped quietly, sucking in a breath as she leaned down and kissed the man she loved—his words, his feelings, and their lovemaking all coming together to see her undone. She mewled into Rudy's lips as her body shuddered in bliss, little tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as everything became too much—feeling loved, happy, content, and wanting more than anything to be the mother for her soon-to-be husband's children.
Rudy held her as she slowly came down, his hands rubbing her back and stroking her hair, as he slowly continued his thrusting up into her, despite her inability to get her body to move. She was done. Out of mana. Utterly defeated, with just a few words and feelings. And it was an amazing feeling.
Of course, Rudy being who he was, he couldn't just let her bask in his warmth for more than a few minutes, before he was rolling them over. He folded her legs up against his chest and leaned down, folding her in half as he kissed her and began to stroke her deeply. His hands founds hers and Roxy held on for dear life as Rudy plowed away at her tight, wet heat, his member a hot, steely bar inside her forcing her body to yield to him. Their sex grew loud, filling the little room with the sound of their lovemaking—wet slapping of flesh on flesh, the squelching of him driving into her and her body leaking a steady flow of her arousal, her moans and cries and Rudy's quiet exhalations and grunts.
She came undone again, seeing stars as her mind went blank with pleasure, a particularly loud lewd moan escaping her lips as she held onto Rudy. "Aaahn~!"
Rudy kissed her forehead, lips, ears, and neck as he slowed his pace a bit but never stopped stroking her with his manhood, one of his hands letting go of her to pet her head gently. She both loved and disliked how it made her feel. She felt like a little girl again as Rudy comforted her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear—safe, warm, happy, and loved. Like she could just let go and let him take care of everything, and he would. But Roxy was a grown woman, she wasn't supposed to feel like that—wasn't supposed to be reduced to feeling like a child with her lover, let alone enjoy it. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. But there was Rudy again, wrapping her mind up in a hug and filling her with his affection and love, and Roxy couldn't bring herself to truly hate it.
He took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes, their foreheads pressed together as they shared this moment of intimacy and love. It felt so good it hurt, just a little.
Then, just when she was feeling sure of herself again, if still entirely defeated, Rudy's lips pulled into a mischievous leer. Roxy's eyes went wide. "Rudy, Rudy no!"
"Rudy yes!"
"I won't be able to walk after this~!" Roxy protested, shaking her head and sending her blue hair flying.
"Then I'll carry you," Rudy promised, and with it came his thoughts, saying so much more. If she couldn't walk, he would carry her. If she fell, he would catch her. He would be there, loving and supporting her, for the rest of their lives. Correction, the rest of their very long lives, because the intent was in there that it was to be forever in the literal sense.
Rudy eased back and pulled out, drawing a whimper from her at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and not liking it at all. Then, he rolled her over onto her stomach. Taking hold of Roxy's hips, Rudy lifted her rear into the air, putting her on her knees. His hands stroked her lower back and ass, and a moment later, his thick length filled her again. Then she felt it—his magic inside her, feeling her body out. She knew what was coming, and Roxy both dreaded it and shook in excitement at the thought of it.
She felt his magic stir inside her pussy, drawing her own lubricant to his cock and forming hard little bumps, ridges, knobs, and other shapes along his length—every last one of them, she knew, made to scrape and rub her insides in ways a normal cock just couldn't, getting into her every fold, nook, and cranny and hitting all of her weak points at once. Another bead of her lubricant gathered on her clit, followed by a pair of cups made of water forming over her nipples.
"No~," Roxy whimpered as it began.
Slowly, the cups on her nipples squeezed, making suction that tugged at the hard little nubs. Then, little bumps formed and began to stroke, slide, press, and pinch over them. Roxy panted, her body shivering harder as dread and excitement built. She wanted it—she wanted it so bad, but she was afraid of losing control. She didn't like how she got in that state—utterly shameful in ways that reminded her entirely too much of Elinalise. But there was Rudy again in her mind, reassuring her that he loved her, and he wanted to see all of her—including the most lewd, shameful, depraved, cock-addled side of her that wanted nothing more than to come, and come, and come, and come until she stopped thinking entirely and all her smarts dribbled out of her cunt. It was simultaneously the most frightening and most freeing thing she had ever felt.
And Rudy was so good at making that happen…
He slowly pulled back and all of those watery protrusions on his cock scraped and rubbed her in exactly the right ways, and Roxy's eyes crossed as a groan escaped her lips. She tried to bury her face in the pillow, but Rudy grabbed her braid and used it to gently but firmly pull her head back up, and back a bit more until her back started to bow and her head ached from her hair being pulled… but that pain was delicious and made her cunt clench around him tightly, more hot, thick, slimy lubricant leaking out of her as he really got her going. She didn't have the strength in her arms to hold herself up, so much of her weight was on her hair now, and when he pulled on it to pull her body back into him as he thrust forward, Roxy's eyes rolled wildly in her head and she let out more lewd sounds.
"Ungh~! Hnng!"
"That's it, Roxy. Just a little more," Rudy promised.
The bead on her clit started to suck and rub at her as it began to spin. Everything became too much. His cock spearing her depths, the nubs scraping and rubbing her insides, the cups abusing her nipples, the bead doing the same to her clit. And then there was Rudy pushing his thoughts and feelings into her again, wrapping her up in him as he loved her.
Roxy howled, wailing as she came, a flood of liquid dribbling from her cunt as she squirted around his cock, losing complete control of herself. Her body went taut as she gripped the sheets, feeling her face turn red from the force of it. Then, just when she thought it would end… Rudy was there, his thoughts and feelings as clear as words, demanding she get pregnant as he came inside her, his cock throbbing inside her depths and filling her with his hot, thick seed. Her body responded as she came again, clenching and sucking at him, drawing more and more sperm from the man she loved, wanting nothing more than to be bred in this moment.
Rudy let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, grinding the head of his cock against her cervix as her body milked him dry. Roxy collapsed face first into the pillow, entirely spent. She felt it a moment later, more water magic inside her, then that delicious, warmth that was his sperm moved deeper, filling her womb directly. His hands released her hips and he stroked her back. A small, tired but satisfied smile pulled Roxy's at lips as she caught her breath.
A bit of rearranging got them laying on their sides, Rudy still plugging her up as he spooned her. His lips kissed the back of her neck as he held her tightly, his right hand resting over her lower belly, and Roxy felt content. Truly and deeply content and happy, more fulfilled than she'd ever felt before.
They rested there in silence, enjoying the feel of each other. Not that they needed words. Roxy reveled in her newfound ability to use her people's natural talent, and most especially with Rudy.
Rokari: Myyyy Rooooxyyy~!
It was at that moment that Roxy was reminded that her ship was still in mental range, and while they had been ignoring the chatter on 'Migurd radio' as Rudy called it, they had accidentally broadcast all of that and filled the channel with it. And now that she could hear them again, her mother was… filling her head with feelings of love, pride, and all sorts of questions as to whether she wanted a boy or a girl, how many children she wanted, and so on. There was also a lot of amusement from the others, a whole lot of exasperation from her father, and more than a little jealousy and interest from women around her age that Roxy knew were single.
Rudy: Not dealing with you right now. Quiet.
He did something, then it was just the two of them, together. He went right back to kissing her neck, before moving on to her ears. Roxy clenched around him. She didn't want another round, but… she didn't not want one either.
Rudy chuckled, before with a reluctant sigh, he began cleaning them up with magic. "We should rejoin the others and finish this dungeon out."
"Mm," Roxy agreed. She did want to finish their adventure together, after all. But this had been a very nice and entirely welcome rest in between floors. "Let's go. We'll practice formations next."
"Sounds good."
And just like that, they were back on the job. They got cleaned up, Sent the bed back to the Roxy, and removed the little room before rejoining the others. As she had expected, Rudy had to support her as Roxy moved on shaky legs.
"Do you think you could've been any louder?" Therese rolled her eyes and Roxy blushed.
Inside, however… she was happy. And proud. That had been her fiance driving her insane, and driving their party members to distraction. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was almost perfect. The only way it could be better is if she could share the moment with Eris and Sylphie, and maybe if Zenith had been here and was forced to listen to her and Rudy go at it the way she and Rudy suffered when Zenith and Paul had been so loud every night.
Thoughts of Zenith briefly made her feel guilty, and she winced. Here she was, enjoying time with her fiancee, indulging in the fantasy adventure she'd dreamed of since before she first left home, and they still hadn't found Zenith and Norn—
Rudy pulled her into a hug against his side and they made their way down the stairs to the next level. He never said anything, but he didn't have to. His thoughts said it all. He was worrying enough about Zenith and Norn for the both of them, so there was no reason Roxy shouldn't enjoy herself—and with Sprite working tirelessly on the search, there wasn't anything more they could do.
But as much as his thoughts wanted to comfort her, they were tainted with his own pain and worry, his anxiety and building anger. Eris had lived through it firsthand and seen their shared love at his worst, but she had never been inside his head. The redhead had done everything she could to help Rudy through the worst of it. Now, she was gone for the moment, running the northern route to their meet-up point. That meant it was Roxy's turn to step up.
She reached out and wrapped him up in a mental hug, the same way he loved doing to her, pouring her feelings for him into their own private link. Filled him with her faith that everything would be alright, her belief in him, and the promise that if the worst came to pass she would be there for him—that they all would. Rudy's thanks and appreciation made her blush… and made her womb tingle.
He brings it out in me, she mused, shaking her head as they entered the next floor and took in the enemies there. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Kingdom of Asura, Fittoa region, Citadel of Roa.
Roxy's blue eyes cracked open and took in the scene before her, in the dim moonlight streaming in through the windows.
Immediately in front of her, Sylphie's white hair glittered in the light and her long ear twitched and flicked as she snored softly, sleeping peacefully between herself and Rudy. In this light, there was a fey-like quality to the girl—where all of her mixed ancestry came together in a way that perfectly suited her. Her second student was a beauty, and Roxy couldn't help but feel a little jealous and possessive as she squeezed the girl just a little tighter. Sylphie had already begun filling out nicely, her breasts larger than Roxy's own and her hips a little wider—nothing like Eris, but still more than Roxy, who felt flat by comparison. Part of her wanted Sylphie's figure, the other part just wanted Sylphie herself—the beautiful, sweet, loving young girl she and Rudy had helped make into the woman she was.
Then, there was Rudy, on the other side of Sylphie, holding the girl to his chest tightly—even as she drooled on him. He was going through a growth spurt and soon, Roxy was sure he would be as tall as his father, if not taller. His lean, muscular body drew her eyes, captivated her and filled her imagination with lewd thoughts. He was even more handsome than the made up man she had wanted to rescue her, once upon a time. Though he had tried to remove the obvious signs, he couldn't hide them all. Physically, Rudy was the best parts of Paul and Zenith both. Paul's height and build, or he would be soon, his dashing rogueish smile, Paul's green eyes, and his hair—even if Rudy had changed the color of it just for Sylphie, she could still see Paul in the style of it as it'd started to get long again. He had Zenith's sharper face, the shape of her eyes, and her smaller nose. If she didn't know the truth, Roxy would say he had inherited Zenith's brains and her nature, but no, that was all Rudy.
Looking at him now, he looked so relaxed compared to just a few weeks ago. Finding Zenith and Norn had taken that burden off of him and now, Rudy had softened. He clung tightly to them, showing them affection and, without ever saying it, apologizing for how he had been when they thought his family had been lost. The silly man would never accept that none of them wanted an apology, that they understood the stress everyone had been under at the time, but if it made him feel better they let him do it—they just made sure to show him the same affection in return.
Behind Rudy, Eris spooned their husband, holding on tightly to him and with Sylphie's hand clenched in her own, her face buried in Rudy's back as she slept silently and deeply. Where Sylphie's beauty was pure and delicate, Eris's was fierce and wild. The girl looked like a miniature Ghislaine, if Roxy was being honest… which wasn't a bad thing as far as anyone was concerned. She was muscular without being too much, her breasts were already larger than Sylphie's, and her hips had begun to flare and widen into 'child bearing' hips. Her wild red hair drew the eye and her face looked perpetually angry, even when she wasn't. It was cute, really—especially when she was happy and still looked so angry. Rudy called it 'resting bitch face,' and Eris had only laughed and agreed, saying she got it from her mother—and that wasn't the only thing she had gotten from Hilda. The whole thing put together, along with the sometimes bratty and brash attitude, made Roxy want to push Eris down and make her squeal. Watching Rudy degrade the redhead on their wedding night had aroused something within Roxy and she kind of wanted to try it herself, later.
They were a family now. Her family. All four of them together, soon to be five. Really, already five and soon to be six, seeing as even if she isn't married to us, Lilia might as well be. Although… hmm. That's an idea. I'll ask the others in the morning. We can bring Lilia into the family officially as a wife—I think they'd like that.
She watched over them for a while longer, before sleepily closing her eyes and pressing her lips against Sylphie's back, intending to go back to sleep. Sylphie yawned and rolled over, her arms pulling Roxy into a hug as Sylphie's lips sought out her own. Those red eyes opened and Sylphie smiled a lazy, hungry smile as she pushed Roxy over onto her back, her hands beginning to roam the Migurd woman.
"I'll help you get back to sleep, Roxy," Sylphie promised, but that smile… that smile promised that Sylphie would be enjoying teasing her just as much as their husband did. Roxy found that at the moment, she wasn't opposed to the idea at all.
"I love you," Roxy whispered, smiling up at the girl as her heart swelled. She had her family back together under one roof and they were officially married now.
"Shh," Sylphie shushed, hugging her. "We love you too."
Now it's perfect.