Shadow Slave Fanfic: Peaceful Dreams...well...kinda. [New]

Effie turned her gaze to Sunny, a mischievous grin dancing on her lips.

"Mind stepping out for a sec? I've got a question for Rick and Rain that I suspect you'd rather not hear."

"Happy to oblige! I think it's best if we just skedaddle," Sunny replied, taking Nephis's hand. In a blink, they vanished into the shadows, leaving Cassie and Mordy to follow suit.

"We'll take our leave as well. Got some matters to attend to," they chimed in unison before slipping out of the room.

Kai rose, casting a playful smile at Rick and Rain.

"Sorry, but I think I'll pass on this one," he said, waving as he transformed into a flurry of white sparks.

Rain swallowed hard, glancing at Effie, whose smirk only widened.

"I know I'm not the only one curious about this. So, how do you two manage it when Rick's in that body?"

Both Rick and Rain froze, Rick clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he stammered.

"Oh, come on! It's hard to ignore those storms in Bastion at night. Morgan couldn't even sleep because of you two, so spill the beans!" Effie pressed.

Rick's gaze fell to Rain, who sighed, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at him.

"Show them if you want; I'm fine with it," she murmured.

With a swift motion, Rick opened his mouth, revealing his long, sharp fangs and an impressively lengthy tongue that curled out, almost a meter long and split at the tip. He quickly retracted it, leaving Effie momentarily speechless.

"For crying out loud, that thing is massive! Who thought that was a good idea?" she exclaimed.

Rain quickly averted her eyes, trying to mask her embarrassment.

Morgan gasped, her eyes wide. "That was your idea? Well, I suppose that makes sense."

Jet chuckled, adding, "Nothing to be ashamed of. We've all had our share of wild fantasies, right?"

Morgan sighed, a smile creeping onto her face. "True enough for you, but as the Princess of Valor, I can't afford such distractions. I'll take my leave. It was fun chatting; see you all tomorrow. Goodnight!"

With that, Morgan stood and exited, the others waving until the door clicked shut. Effie turned to Jet, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Shall we make our exit too? Let these two have their privacy."

Jet laughed, rising to join her, and together they transformed into a whirlwind of ethereal sparks.

Left alone, Rick and Rain exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them, a yearning only the other could fulfill.

"What if we turn off the lights and see what unfolds?" Rain suggested with a playful laugh, dimming the room before plunging it into darkness. A trick she had mastered recently—controlling electricity was surprisingly handy.

As she began to undress, Rick would have lent a hand, but his claws made such gentleness impossible. Instead, he watched as she shed her clothes, waiting for him to guide her in the dark.

"No matter how many times I see you like this, it's always better," he murmured, igniting his Aspect. Soft ropes materialized, wrapping around her and lifting her gently into the air, her knees drawn to her chest, legs spread wide.

The ropes drew her closer to him, and Rick couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her glistening with anticipation.

"Looks like you're eager. Should I start, or let you dangle a bit longer?" he teased.

Rain bit her lip, her voice a sultry whisper. "Please, don't keep me waiting. You're such a tease!"

With a playful grin, Rick opened his mouth, warmth radiating from his tongue as it coiled around her, teasing and massaging her. Rain moaned, lost in the sensation as he lavished attention on her.

"How did you master that tongue?" she gasped.

"Oh, you know, just a little practice getting food out of my teeth," he replied, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"Show me," she urged, and he obliged, letting his tongue slide down her body before plunging deep inside her.

"Wow, that's deep," she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Rick chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through her as he expertly circled within her, igniting her pleasure. They were oblivious to the world outside, lost in their own storm of desire.

"Please… I can't… it's too much!" Rain cried, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Rick savored her sweetness, lost in the moment, like a predator relishing its catch—slow, deliberate, ensuring every second was filled with pleasure and pain, though no blood was shed.

In their trance, they didn't notice Jet and Morgan re-entering the mansion. The two saints froze, eyes wide as they caught sight of the scene unfolding before them. Each flash of lightning illuminated the room, offering glimpses of the intimate chaos.

With a shared glance, they slipped away, closing the door quietly behind them. Morgan sighed, a hint of mischief in her smile.

"You didn't mention your anchor was in the conference room. I hope they didn't see us," she said.

Jet chuckled, pulling her closer. "Must have slipped my mind. So, where to next, Princess of Valor?"

Morgan's eyes glinted with mischief. "I'm not familiar with this mansion. Lead the way, Soulreaper."

With a passionate kiss, they stumbled through the halls until Jet found a door, flinging it open to reveal one of the many bedrooms once occupied by the Firekeepers. They tumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

Breathless, Morgan grinned. "I'm glad you picked up on my signals. It was hard hiding my attraction."

Jet tossed her onto the bed, leaning over her. "You're one to talk! How could I not notice those sultry red eyes of yours, staring me down like I was your prey? Lucky no one caught you licking your lips while I held your gaze."

With a playful tug, Morgan pulled Jet closer, burying her face in Jet's ample bosom, kissing passionately. Jet couldn't suppress a moan as Morgan lavished attention on her, only to pause when she noticed the ring Sunny had given her, a chuckle escaping her lips.

"I'm thinking that with this ring, I can start peeling away your layers. Hope you don't mind if I get a little wild with it."

Morgan burst into laughter, a thrill coursing through her as Jet tore her red blouse to shreds and yanked her pants down. A hand instinctively found its way to Morgan's slickness, and she whispered with a teasing tone, "Looks like someone's eager. Mind if I dive in?"

Morgan pressed her lips against Jet's, feeling her underwear shift aside as Jet's fingers slipped inside her. "Wow, this is so much better when a woman's in charge. You really know what you're doing."

Unable to contain herself, Morgan tore Jet's pants off and let her hands roam—one exploring a breast, the other teasing her clit. "You're pretty damp too, Jet. Didn't expect you to be bisexual."

Jet chuckled between moans, "Sure, the thrill of a man is nice, but why limit myself when there are luscious ladies like you around?"

"Exactly! I'm thrilled to finally embrace my desires, especially with a stunning girl like you."

They became a whirlwind of passion, lost in each other's bodies until Jet paused, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "So, are you more of a top or a bottom?"

Morgan grinned. "I usually prefer being on top, but I could see myself enjoying the bottom with you leading the way."

Jet planted a kiss on her lips. "Then hold tight. I have the perfect position in mind."

In a swift motion, Jet swung around, positioning herself over Morgan's face. Without warning, she lowered herself, giving Morgan access to her sweet spot. "Let's see how you handle this, Morgan."

They dove into a delicious rhythm, tongues dancing while fingers explored. Suddenly, Morgan broke the moment. "There's something I've been wanting to try. How do you feel about a little backdoor action?"

Jet hesitated for a heartbeat before responding, "Sure, I'm curious. What do you have in mind... WAIT, WHAT IS THAT?!"

A warm, gooey substance began to creep up Jet's backside, sending a shiver through her. "Oh, my dear soulreaper, that's an Echo—a slime that thrives on human waste. It'll clean you out for me before I get to work."

"Feels a bit... strange, but also good," Jet admitted, her body relaxing as Morgan's fingers began to stretch her.

Morgan pushed deeper, eliciting moans from Jet as her hand slid inside. "Even though I'm on top, it feels like you're the one in control. Was that your plan all along?"

Jet could barely respond, lost in the sensation of Morgan's hand enveloping her. "It's so warm in here. Your essence is full. Time to get a little rough."

Morgan formed a fist inside Jet, pulling out slowly, which made Jet scream in delight. "HOLY SHIT, THAT'S TIGHT! IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE PULLING MY INSIDES OUT!"

Morgan chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Jet grinned, diving her tongue back into Morgan, moans escaping her lips as she was devoured and fisted at the same time. 'She's got me wrapped around her finger. This younger woman is no novice. If this keeps up, I won't be able to sit for days.'

They spiraled toward ecstasy, but neither wanted to stop. Hours passed, their bodies entwined until Morgan finally felt her energy waning. Breathless and exhausted, they collapsed beside each other.

"How was it? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," Morgan asked, taking a deep breath.

Jet kissed her softly. "It was incredible, but can you please get rid of the slime? I can feel it creeping up my stomach, and it's driving me nuts."

Morgan chuckled, dismissing the Echo. "I wish I could lie here with you longer, but I'm running low on essence. I'd hate to have to cut you open like a sack of meat."

Jet laughed heartily. "That would be a mess! But I'd survive, being dead and all."

"True, but the pain would be intense. Better if I leave now. I hope we can relive these hours soon."

Jet chuckled and pulled Morgan in for one last kiss. As Morgan stood to leave, she summoned the first layer of her armor, her clothes in tatters.

"Have a good night, Morgan. See you in the morning."

"Of course! Take a pillow with you; sitting might be a challenge later. Trust me, I know."

"You've done this before?"

"Naturally. How else would I know what I'm doing?"

"That makes sense. It was amazing, but next time, the roles will be reversed."

Morgan winked, excitement dancing in her eyes. "Can't wait for that. Goodnight, my little soulreaper."

With that, Morgan slipped out, closing the door behind her. The storm outside had finally calmed, signaling that Rick and Rain had also finished their own escapades. Morgan found her way to another room, settling into bed. She donned a bodysuit to protect the sheets from her unique flaw. With the storm subsided, sleep came swiftly, but not before a smile crept across her face at the thought, 'I could get used to this.'