Fractured God

The dark-skinned woman woke up and began rubbing her eyes.

“Ugh, maybe I overdid it.” She shook her head. “No, as soon as Elizabeth comes back, she's gonna leave me drier than a desert. I wish Lily was still here but this is important to her. Drinking with another person may be better than drinking alone but drinking alone is better than not drinking at all.”

She licked her lips and reached over for a glass of water beside her bed.

“Hm?”

She looked around her room some more and placed the glass down.

“Did one of them put me back in my room?”

She remembered falling asleep in her workspace. But she couldn't imagine any of those two leaving there just to take her out.

Oh shit, did they return already!? She wasn't yet finished with Tibaut’s requested weapon and she was sure Elizabeth would let her have it the moment their eyes met.

She clutched her weary head and looked downwards, trying to think up a way out of this.

“Damnit, what the hell am I gonna do? Maybe I can ask Tibaut to back me up? No, she has the both of us whipped like dogs. Maybe I should go hide out at the brothel for a wh-”

She noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She slowly turned around, fearing who it could have been and saw an unknown figure on a chair.

It looked to be a young boy with his legs crossed, staring at her. He had deeply black hair and unlike other people she knew around his age, lacked any sort of musculature. Though, they had an androgynistic appearance, so there was a small chance they were a girl puberty had skipped entirely.

“....”

“….”

They stared at each other in silence.

(“Who the hell is that?”) She wondered.

“Hmm, don't worry about that for now. Say, you must be pretty bored.”

(“This kid is weird. Sigh, this is the first thing I have to deal with when I wake up. Who let this kid in any way? Is he an adventurer?”)

Although he was obviously young, she could tell without leaving her bed that he still towered over her. That wasn't to say he was tall or anything like that, it just pissed her off. She adjusted herself on the bed and sat up.

“Why would I be? And who the hell are you?”

“My, what a crass mouth. What if I was an assassin or something?”

She rubbed her eyes before stretching. “Then you would have killed me when I fell asleep. Listen kid, for your own sake you better leave. If the owner of this place hears about this I can guarantee this isn't going to be pretty.”

“Ah, her. Well she's on an errand so I don't have anything to worry about, do I?”

Vanessa scoffed and rolled her eyes. (“Maybe if I hit him a few times with a hammer, he'll screw off. Hehe, now that I get a look at him he looks pretty coddled. Weird outfit, smooth skin that hasn't seen a day of work, light skin that hasn't seen a meaningful amount of sunshine, a big shit-eating grin… is he some fancy schmancy relative of Elizabeth? In that case, I should apply some of my feminine charms on him. Kid’ll probably start running when I start teasing him, he probably doesn't even know why men and women have different bodies yet and their purpose.”)

As a malicious smile crept across her face, the boy waved his hand.

“Please, I didn't come for any of that today, thank you very much.”

“Hehe, you scared?” She asked as she got off the bed with both her hands raised. She seemed ready to pounce on him at a moment’s notice.

“You really are quite sad. Preying on a small, weak, innocent child.” They said while feigning distress.

“Don't worry kiddo, I'll just teach you something. What you do with that information is up to you. I'll have you screaming for your mommy in no time. (Well, giving him a tight hug with my puppies should be more than enough to get this little guy running.)”

As she came closer, the little boy became more disinterested, even having the audacity to yawn at her.

“Say, aren't you curious about what Tibaut is doing right now?” He asked.

She stopped mid-creep. “Hmm, I mean... not really?” She hesitantly answered.

“You've gotten so bored being by yourself.”

“Psh, I'm not. This time is way better compared to last time. Fuckers were gone for nearly a month and that bastard couldn't even spare me the time to send a letter or something.” She said in a louder tone, before quieting back down.

“Yes, you're so bored that you've resorted to doing this to pass the time…”

He formed a window with the index fingers and thumbs of both his hands before moving them apart and creating a large white window out of nothing.

She looked on with suspicion but continued looking on.

“Like I said, I'm not bored, stop trying to put words in my mouth.”

“Really? Would have done something like this if the others were here?”

The window showed an image. It looked to be Vanessa's underground workshop.

“Shhh!” He went with one of his fingers. It looked like Vanessa wanted to say something.

A figure walked down the stairs and it was none other than Vanessa herself.

She was covered in sweat and had a towel over her shoulders.

“They better not take as long as last time.” She bitterly commented as she walked down the stairs. She continued walking and sat down by her stool in front of her anvil.

“It shouldn't take much longer until I'm finished. But why'd he have to ask for a pair of these? This is more armour than weapon.”

She lifted a nearby hammer and promptly placed it down. “Ugh, I can't do it. Besides, after this is all over, he shouldn't need it for a while, should he? And if he does, I can bang it out in one day.”

And with no work done, she decided to take a break.

“I wanted to give him a sword as well. I've gotten good at making custom swords. I'd give him his sword but that would probably be a waste. I was so young when I made that, it'd probably look and feel like shit compared to what I can make now….” She sighed before continuing. “He does remind me of him.” She said in a disappointed tone.

As certain memories flooded her head she tried to get back on track. “But they're not all the same. I mean, I can imagine them being friends but Tibaut definitely felt like he could do with an inch or two more down under.” She chuckled to herself but that train of thought was a dangerous one.

“This is so stupid, why am I even thinking about something like that-” The more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more images of either member flooded her mind.

“I mean, I'd like to see it, so I can compare them but-” she placed her hand against her forehead. “It has been a while since I last did it. Plus he is on my mind whether I like to admit it or not. I'll just do it and be over with it. Yeah, it's better to do this than let the bottle up, ya know?”

As she tried to convince herself, a hand soon made its way onto her breast. She bit her lip as she kneaded them.

(“Tch, shit this is so weird.”)

She began kneading harder and leaned further back on the stool.

(“I usually think about him, but I Tibaut should be fine too, right? I mean we're basically a couple at this point right?”)

She moved her hand down into her shirt and past her bra and kneaded more sensually as she justified this action to herself.

The action felt so taboo but she couldn't stop herself from continuing.

Her breathing began more strained and she slowly pulled down her pants. (“I could just go all out, but I'm not sure I'd want to risk them seeing me with wet pants.”)

She told herself that but she couldn't stop her hand. She tried to pull it back up but it wouldn't go further than her stomach. She rested it there, but it kept going further down until she could feel her pubic hair.

She didn't care about her reasoning anymore and pulled her panties out of the way. She could feel the sticky substance that stained it and it left her even more needy.

She used her fingers to gingerly squeeze at and pull on her nipple and nearly fell off the stool falling deeper into her pleasure.

Her breathing soon became ragged and she couldn't put it off any longer and placed her fingers in the place most men dreamed to reach one day.

Her index and middle finger were left wet on the initial insertion, but it wasn't enough. She used a third finger and with her wetness, the lubrication allowed them to comfortably slide in.

“Ah~” She tried to keep her voice low. It was an empty mansion so the risk of her voice leaking to be heard elsewhere wasn't unlikely.

squelch

squelch squelch

squelch squelch squelch

squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch

Her indecent sounds filled the air and she could only bite her lips as she tried to hold herself back, to get even an extra second of pleasure.

There were many things she did in pursuit of pleasure she found detestable but this was something she believed topped the list. She felt unclean, she felt dirty beyond words yet that’s made this session so much enjoyable. Using Tibaut to help her get herself off, was so aberrant yet so liberating. She felt for the first time she met another man she could fall in love with…

“Tibaut, oh Tibaut, harDER, HARD-”

The sounds, the smells, the pleasure. She could feel it all. It was as if she had been transported back to that very damned moment.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked on. Every negative emotion imaginable flowed through her as she relieved that moment of weakness. This boy was showing it to her in perfect detail, an intimate moment only she should have known about.

She ran to her bed and rummaged through her drawer for a hammer.

“Now, now, you're the one who did this, why are you getting up in arms about it?” The boy asked.

“...” She didn't even have the heart to respond before throwing the hammer his way.

It stopped like it had hit an invisible wall as it got close and the boy could only shrug his shoulders.

“Now, I'm just trying to help you here. You obviously like Tibaut right? Just as I showed you your regret-filled decision, do you not think I can show you Tibaut’s?”

She paused her throw of another hammer.

He stopped the screen and showed a new image.

It showed Tibaut shirtless as he lay with three other women. The one with blue hair had clothes but the other were dressed like prisoners in a smut novel.

“You bastard!” She shouted, wasting no time throwing the hammer.

“My bad, I accidentally showed what he's doing right now. Like me, fix that.”

He snapped his finger again and it showed a view of Tibaut sleeping in bed with Tina. And she was being quite handsy with him.

Vanessa tried to grab a hold of the boy herself, but some invisible force seemed to be stopping her.

Her face was bright red, despite her skin colour, as she desperately tried to bring her hands closer to him while shouting “screw you!”

(“Ah, this woman's dreams should keep me occupied until Tibaut wakes up.”) The boy? thought to themselves.