Night had fallen.
After studying the map of the dungeon's third floor, Fam considered their path forward. He felt the weight of her silent pressure, a tension coiling in his chest. She avoided his gaze, and a desperate part of him wished she would speak, to break the suffocating quiet.
As the thought formed, Fam turned toward him. "Master, let's play a game." She thrust her chest out slightly, a gesture meant to bridge the distance between them.
"Fam..." He reached out, wanting to embrace her, but she stopped him with both hands.
"I want things to be like they were the day before yesterday," she said, her voice earnest. "So please, win!"
"Fam, I, I—!" The memory of their skin touching once before burned in his mind. There had been no mistake. The game seemed simple, but what if a slight misalignment in his clothing ruined everything? Now was the time to focus, to let his senses absorb everything around him, to reach a state of perfect clarity.
He gently placed both index fingers on Fam's chest. A definite sensation pressed against his fingertips. Fam twitched in response. "Ugh... ugh..." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "What if he doesn't take me seriously even if I ask him out? What if we don't get along like this? I was worried... but I couldn't stop my feelings. There was nothing I could do... I was scared."
Fam, the girl who cried when her nipples were touched. No, he was scared too. He pulled her into a hug. She met him halfway, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that felt both urgent and tender.
"I love you so much, my Lord," she whispered against his mouth.
"Fam," he breathed, holding her tighter. Her warmth seeped into him, a balm to his own fear. He never wanted to let go.
"I won," she declared softly after a moment, pulling back just enough to look at him. "So I'll take it off."
"Yes," he agreed, his voice husky.
He helped Fam out of her clothes, and she assisted him with his own. Soon, he stood completely naked, while Fam remained in only her Lachel underwear.
"These are Lachel's old shoes," Fam commented, "but they're surprisingly comfortable."
"That's what Lachel was wearing yesterday," he noted. "Did she not wash it?"
"No, my Lord," Fam admitted, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "My crotch was wet."
He didn't understand why, but the admission struck him as intensely erotic. His mind went blank.
"Ah, well..." Fam shifted slightly. "Next time, I'd like to spend a day wearing your underwear."
It seemed Fam had discovered something new within herself.
Her hand touched him. "Umm... please tell me about the man," she requested, her curiosity evident.
"What are you teaching?" he asked, breath catching slightly.
"Um, this is it." Fam wrapped her fingers around him. The simple contact sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
"What is this?" she questioned, her grip tentative but firm.
"Mmm... my penis," Fam said, giving it an experimental squeeze and rubbing it up and down.
Even a beautiful girl like this calls it a penis, he thought, amusement warring with arousal.
"Mean!" she pouted.
He guided her hand, showing her the right amount of pressure and where to focus, especially along the underside. He didn't touch himself, but he felt her other hand cautiously brush against his balls.
"Can I do it with my mouth?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"It's big," he murmured. "I wonder if it will all fit..."
"It's fine as long as it gets in," Fam insisted.
She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. A new, overwhelming pleasure washed over him. She knelt, burying her face in his crotch, servicing him with lips and tongue. The sheer intimacy of it, the feeling of conquering Fam's innocence, intensified his arousal.
She worked him with her cherry-colored lips, her tongue and saliva creating a slick, heated friction. Until recently, she'd been untouched, inexperienced. Fam started shallow, carefully licking the head before taking him deeper, focusing on the sensitive underside. When he reached halfway, she paused, then began stroking him with her mouth and hand in unison.
The direct stimulation was exquisite, but what truly excited him was Fam doing this, Fam learning and exploring. He reached out, gently stroking her ear.
"Fam," he gasped, "I'm close. Hold on."
He warned her, but Fam didn't stop. She looked up, locking eyes with him, waiting, her intent clear.
His control shattered. "Fam, Fam!"
As their gazes remained locked, he spilled into Fam's mouth. The pulsing ceased, and his softened length slipped from her lips.
Fam swallowed, still staring at him, the movement of her throat vivid. "It's hitting my nose," she said, wrinkling it slightly. "It tastes weird."
"You're too erotic," he managed, breathless. "Don't push yourself."
"Ever since I saw Lady Lachchel yesterday," Fam confessed, lying back on the bed, "my body has been tingling, and I can't stop thinking about naughty things..."
She looked up at him, her invitation clear. "Do to me what you did to Lady Lachchel."
He couldn't resist. He moved over her, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling it down. Her hairless crotch was revealed, the delicate folds glistening slightly. He tried to guide her legs apart, but she resisted shyly. Her face was bright red with embarrassment. With gentle insistence, he coaxed her legs open. Her small, cute sex, different from Lachel's, was already wet when he touched it. Fam's body twitched in response.
He applied the techniques he'd learned, relentlessly focusing on Fam's pleasure. Her body writhed beneath his touch, arching and twisting in time with the movement of his fingers. He was in control now, guiding her responses.
"Ah, Master... ah, ah, Master..." Fam gasped, her breath hitching with each motion. "I'm scared, so I always stop around here... Today, ah, I'll finish..."
He pushed his fingers deeper, using the precise movements he'd been taught. Her back arched violently off the bed before she collapsed, limp and spent.
"I was so embarrassed to be seen by you, Master," Fam murmured dazedly. "I suppose Lady Lachchel felt the same way."
"Fam..." he breathed, his own arousal reignited just from watching her climax. "... can I have you?" He meant to ask if he could enter her.
"You're... ready again?" she asked, surprised.
"Hmm," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on her flushed face and body. "I was looking at you..."
"I... I see." Understanding dawned in her eyes.
She shifted her position, making it easier for him. He entered Fam. The second time was smoother, her body welcoming him.
"Something... it's different from the first time," Fam gasped, her arms wrapping around his waist. "It feels really good..."
They kissed, deeply, melting into each other. Then he began to move. Fam's body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
"Master... Master... I love you. I really like you," Fam whispered between breaths.
"Fam... I love you..." he echoed, lost in the sensation of her.
Time blurred. He didn't know if it was long or short, but eventually, he found his release deep within her. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
The next morning, he woke lying on his back. Fam was gone. He sat up and saw her kneeling beside the bed, deep in prayer.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Ah, good morning." She finished her prayer, stood, and leaned in to give him a light kiss. "My Lord, I realized something surprising."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"That game," Fam said, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Even though it seemed so silly, it really brought us closer. At first, I thought you were just trying to talk me into doing something naughty."
"No, Fam," he admitted honestly. "You're right. I just wanted to do something naughty with you."
"But it worked," she insisted, then laughed, a sound meant to hide her embarrassment. She's getting bolder, he thought. "Twice! Should we try it now?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Let's save it for this evening. We might have another falling out during the day."
"That's true," Fam nodded. "Will you call on Lady Lachchel again tonight?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "When I use 'Summon Goddess,' it feels like being drunk, and it's draining. I want to summon her when I'm feeling stronger."
"So you do just want to do something naughty," Fam teased, though her eyes held a searching look.
"Trust me," he said, meeting her gaze. "The night before last, I called her because I wanted to learn about your special skill and the Demon King. Of course, I also wanted... well, that. But the conversation went off track immediately, and after I summoned her, she acted uncontrollably, like she was drunk."
Fam studied him intently. It was all true. He knew the thought of him with another woman, even a goddess, would upset her, but he couldn't lie.
Fam sighed. "I believe you. But... you do want to have sex with other people too."
"Uh... yeah, that's... true," he admitted.
"Please just tell me before you touch someone else," she requested, her voice resigned.
"Is... is that okay?"
"Even if I say no," Fam muttered, "I know it wouldn't stop you. But please... no prostitutes, Master. Only someone you truly love."
"Understood," he agreed. Honestly, before Fam, anyone might have sufficed. Now, it was different. He wanted to ask why she drew the line at prostitutes, but since he had no intention of seeking one out, he simply nodded.
"I've been thinking about what Lady Lachchel said at the end," Fam continued quietly. "'I love my master. But the master I love is not the master I bind.'" He hadn't heard those words. Lachchel vanished when his magic ran out. Had Fam heard the goddess's final words?
"I couldn't stop feeling jealous yesterday," Fam confessed, her voice soft. "There was nothing I could do about it. I was surprised to discover I had those feelings. When I'm with you, a whole new side of me emerges."
He felt he was discovering Fam's true self too.
"Master, let's go to breakfast."
As he stood, he realized he was naked. He pulled on the clothes Fam had neatly folded for him, but found no underwear. He had to retrieve a spare pair from storage. He waited for Fam to finish dressing, and together, they headed to the dining room.