"Moan~"
Eve gave Adam a…rather pleasing sound as he helped her relax after so many weeks of training her Psyker capabilities.
The beautiful woman laid on her stomach, in her bedroom and on her bed, her long, golden hair rested on the upper portions of her back before splitting off to her sides.
It was odd…everyone but Samael is typically nude, something that would be changing as he prepared for the time they will be leaving Eden.
Maybe it was because Adam was on top of her, applying his Adept Massage skill to good use…with some unintentional benefits. And I didn't even try to actually use the sexual aspects of this, it's purely to get the stress and aches off.
His fingers traced her back, sinking into her flesh as he helped her relax and recover energy, as somehow Adam's skill brought it out of her, the sensation that he had been doing this all his life, as if he remembered how to and yet he knew he was never a masseur in his past life.
Adam spent the next half an hour on Eve before he suddenly heard Lilith's voice, "Adam?…if you can really hear me…It's time for our spar again, meet me at the usual location".
Pausing, Adam looked towards the direction he can feel Lilith was in, as it changed degrees little by little indicating she was on the move.
Eve noticing that I suddenly stopped, looked behind her at him, "Is something, the matter?".
"Lilith called…she wants to spar again," I answered calmly, but much to my surprise, Eve, groaned in annoyance.
"Ugh,"Looking away and burrying her face into her head in crossed arms above her, Adam burst out laughing in astonishment.
"Is this the first time Eevee was actually angry at someone?~ My my how much did you like my pampering!" He teased her to his amusement.
"Of course I am! She is hogging my husband all to herself!" She huffed, as she cutely glared at me.
"Wow, how needy~" He poked her at her side as he went to sit, Eve sitting up as well against his chest, revealing her annoyed pout to me, her finger circling my pec.
"I am allowed to be needy…, I can have my likes and dislikes," she lightly defended herself.
Adam, the entertained smirk still on his expression, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Promise later tonight we will continue,"
"…Really?"
"Realzees," he confirmed sillily with a nod.
"…Then go…beat her ass," Eve smiled, still bitter at the interruption, as she stood up and walked back towards the direction of the cabin mansion, while Adam towards where Lilith was heading.
…He also requested one of the Junimo to go to his room and fetch him his spear.
__________________________________________
The wind rolled in from the ocean in long, steady breaths.
It swept across pale sand first, dragging thin ribbons through the beach before spilling into the wide meadow beyond.
The field stretched outward in a patchwork of wildflowers—white clusters, violet stalks, golden bursts swaying in the warm air.
Petals rippled like living water beneath the sun, beyond the field stood the dark border of woodland, tall trees whispering together in the breeze.
In the center of that sea of color stood two figures.
The man hovered a few feet above the ground, weightless as if gravity had politely excused him.
His body looked less like something grown and more like something carved. Muscles layered over muscles, dense and exaggerated in a way that made the proportions feel almost mythological.
Every shift of his posture caused cords of strength to roll beneath bronze skin, shoulders broad enough to cast shadows over the flowers beneath him.
His physique carried the unnatural density of something honed beyond human limits—thick trapezius rising like armored ridges, abdominals stacked in deep slabs, thighs powerful enough to resemble coiled pillars of iron.
Veins traveled across his arms like branching roots, swelling and fading as his grip adjusted around the wooden spear.
White hair drifted around his head in the wind.
Gold eyes gleamed beneath relaxed brows.
A faint smirk lived permanently on his face.
Opposite him stood the woman.
She moved through the flowers like a storm contained in human form.
Her body was powerful in a different way—broad hips anchored her stance, long legs flexing with athletic strength beneath smooth skin.
Her figure carried generous curves that did nothing to diminish the obvious power in her limbs. Every step pressed flowers flat beneath her bare feet.
Her blonde hair flowed outward constantly, lifted and stirred by invisible currents, drifting behind her like living silk.
Pink eyes watched him sharply an with complete focus, a sort of determination that told her that today was going to be the day.
The wooden spear in her hands was held with the familiarity of someone who had gripped it for years.
The field held its breath.
Before the fight began.
The first motion came from Lilith.
The flowers exploded outward as she lunged, body dropping low and forward with violent acceleration.
Her spear stabbed toward his centerline, wood cutting through air with a sharp whistle all while the man tilted sideways in midair.
The point passed beneath his ribs by a hair's breadth.
His spear snapped downward in response, aiming to hook her weapon aside, but she twisted her grip instantly, rotating the shaft through his interception and driving the butt of the spear upward toward his chin.
His head jerked aside as the wooden weapon scraped past his jaw.
Adam's smirk widened.
He dropped lower, feet brushing the tops of flowers as he moved. The speed was absurd—his body gliding through the air in bursts that left petals spinning behind him.
Her spear chased him, a singular swift thrust only for him to get on the ground an couch beneath the stab.
Followed by a sweep downwards only for him to use his own spear to knock hers to the side, she made use of the momentum to try fo a reverse strike only for him to backflip over the full 360 sweep.
Each motion carried the weight of years spent repeating the same attack over and over. Her muscles moved with mechanical precision, every lunge driving her forward like a released spring.
He parried lazily at first.
Wood clacked against wood.
He switched hands constantly, spear sliding through either grip without pause, his ambidextrous control turning every deflection into a smooth redirection. His movements flowed with playful ease, barely exerting effort.
She pressed harder.
Flowers burst beneath her steps.
Her spear thrust again and again, stabbing from angles that twisted her torso into spiraling motions. The long shaft blurred through arcs designed to corner him.
The man rose higher, floating backward as he parried.
He sped up suddenly, a little faster than anything he showed in this fight, but familiar all the same from previous spars.
A short burst of unnatural speed carried him several yards away in a blink, the flowers beneath him flattening under the shock of displaced air.
She pursued immediately, not allowing him to get too much time to plan out any sort of trickery or mischeif he tended to bring out ever so dozen fights or so.
Her legs tore through the meadow in long strides, spear drawn back for another strike.
Another, familiar burn of jealousy over the fact that he once more displayed something she could not do, the convenience of flight.
The moment she came within range, three identical figures appeared around him, to which she very much recognized, it was something Adam pulled out ever so often.
Void mirror images, silent reflections that could not interact with the world, the problem was not them, it was Adam hiding amongst them that made it difficult.
They moved like him, spears shifting in identical patterns. Her pink eyes narrowed as she did not hesitate.
Her spear lashed outward, striking one clone directly through the chest, it dissolved into nothing.
Another thrust chased the second image. It too was gone after the strike. The third one stepped aside when she went for another.
The real one.
She clicked her tongue that she was unlucky enough for him to be last to be hit.
His spear flicked forward like a serpent's tongue.
She twisted her torso, the point grazing past her ribs by a fraction of an inch. The shaft of her spear whipped upward immediately afterward, aiming for his shoulder.
He leaned back in the air.
The strike of her wooden spear missing her target entirely, as he seemingly taunted her, though she kept her temper in check.
The fight accelerated as the ground beneath them shifted and shot ip dust clouds.
Wood cracked again and again as their weapons collided. He moved faster now, bursts of supernatural speed turning his position unpredictable, darting through the air just beyond the reach of her spear.
But he never left her range.
Never fled far.
Always close enough to tempt her.
Always close enough to strike.
Her breathing deepened.
Sweat formed along her collarbone.
Still she attacked.
Her spear spun in wider arcs now, testing angles, feinting toward his torso before snapping upward toward his throat. Each miss came closer than the last.
His infuriating smirk never faded from his handsome face.
Even when her spear shaved strands of white hair from his head.
Even when the wood slammed against his ribs with a force that made the air shudder.
The blow had landed flat.
Not the point.
Not the strike she needed, as it needed to be a proper one as was agreed upon.
The man drifted backward again.
Flowers swayed beneath them.
Minutes stretched into hours, the sun shifted in the sky. Still they fought.
Her attacks grew sharper, honed by repetition. She adapted with each failed strike, adjusting angles, timing, rhythm.
He watched intently.
Learned an dissembled her moves.
And Countered them expertly.
But slowly, gradually, the difference between them shrank.
Her spear came closer.
….And Closer.
…..Anad ever so Closer.
Then she changed.
The next charge came slower.
Not reckless.
Measured.
Her feet slid through the flowers with quiet precision, body relaxed, spear held loosely in one hand.
The man hovered above her again.
Golden Eyes Watching.
She thrust.
He slipped aside.
Another thrust followed instantly, angled upward.
He twisted away.
Then a third.
He parried——but the movement continued.
The spear rotated through her grip in a fluid spiral, sliding beneath his guard instead of clashing against it. Her body turned with the weapon, hips driving forward as the shaft slipped through his defense.
For the first time, his eyes widened slightly.
He tried to accelerate away.
Too late.
The wooden spear struck. A solid, clean impact against his side.
The sound cracked through the meadow like a snapped branch. Flowers burst outward beneath them.
The man froze in the air.
The woman stood there, spear extended, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
A long moment passed.
Then the man's smirk returned, wider than before.
He slowly drifted back, rubbing the spot where the strike had landed.
The flowers swayed gently around them as the wind returned from the sea.
Before the man, Adam, spoke for the first time since he arrived, "Well Done,".
Lilith, even winded and tired to a almost painful degree, could not help replacing her stunned expression with a joyful expression.
She had finally won.
…Even if the soreness was killing her.
Apparently, Adam thought about it as well
__________________________________________
"Mhmmmm," "Moan" two voices, Eve and Lilith, let out groans of pleasures as they laid belly down on a soft covering beneath them.
"So…like this?" Samael asked as his angelic hands traveled across Lilith's back quite carefully, causing her to tense up as she felt him put pressure on the right spot.
"Exactly, take your time, however, to deal with the soreness, the way to deal with it is only partially touch, to deal with the knots you need to prolongly, but gently, apply pressure as you work up their muscles and body," Adam instructed as he worked on Eve, who suddenly arched her back and let out a relieved sigh.
"I don't even remember when my siblings or Heavenly Father ever made this soreness a thing," Samael admitted as he listened to his brother in all but blood (or creation).
That night, both woman enjoyed being shown affection by their males, as they sat over them, showing them care.
It was a good day.