Starchild Crusaders

by J. J. Pavlov

  That's when my left finally reaches her shapely breasts, lifting one from below before feeling my way across her skin toward its peak. Circling a finger around it for a moment as an eagle would its prey, I swoop down to pinch it.

  "Ahhh!" The angel girl's surprised moan escapes her lips. Then she stares at me in wide-eyed embarrassment. That just makes me want to hear more from her, and I double my efforts.

  While nibbling on her collarbone, the hand on her back glides down to the base of her wings and massages what correspond to the space between a human's shoulder blades. She shudders at the sensation and brings a hand up to cover her mouth.

  "No, let me hear it." With this whisper into her ear, I push her back down onto the bed, grab both her wrists, and lock them in place.

  "C-Chloe!" She sounds a little scared even though we've done much more awesome things before. But now that she's off-guard, I take the opportunity to assault her breasts with my lips. Her voice slips, and a sweet moan escapes her mouth before she quickly bites her lower lip to stifle any further sounds from coming out.

  That's no fun, but this is still only the appetizer; I'll make her squeal in pleasure soon enough. If she can barely hold back now, she'll let me hear plenty when we get to the main course.

  I separate from her mounds and move down, showering the path toward her stomach with kisses. Licking up the sweat that forms on her skin, I thrust my tongue into her navel. Waves of shivers run across Hestia's body, and she breathes in sharply through her teeth.

  Letting go of her wrists, I quickly pull down her pants and the pumpkin panties underneath before she can even react. With one look, I can tell that she's beyond ready. Her crotch is glistening wet even without me ever touching her anywhere near it. Maybe Fatas are always like this after just a little bit of foreplay, or Hestia is special in that regard.

  "P-please do not s-stare so much. I am a s-shameful girl." She mutters while averting her bashful gaze. Her cuteness renders me speechless, but this isn't the time to talk anyway.

  I bring a finger to her folds and slide it up and down. If it's already like this on the outside, how is it on the inside? I can't wait to find out but hold myself back from rushing things. Moving up to kiss her again, I try inserting a finger as a probe. I'm greeted by heat, softness, and slippery wetness.

  It would seem she's ready.

  "It's time." I draw back and separate from her completely to stand up. Her expression suggests she's wondering why I seem to be stopping now. But when I begin to undress, she smiles shyly.

  My initial idea hasn't changed. The naughty magazine of the drawn variant had a particular fantasy that wasn't possible in my previous world, but that my body can replicate without a problem. It had to do with biological impossibilities, which my very existence stands for.

  In my mind, I go through all the relevant templates to find what I need. Hm... too small, too curved, too weirdly shaped, too- eww! Delete!

  Well, I can't really do that, but I banish the thought of its existence so that it hopefully never comes up again. There are quite a few to choose from since I did swallow a lot of them. That sounds so wrong!

  Finally, I find what I'm looking for. From between my legs, an appendage sprouts that girls shouldn't have. When I peer down, I find that it's twitching on its own and looks quite grotesque. It's like a separate living being.

  Hestia's eyes grow round at its sight, and her jaw drops slightly in shock. She stares at it for a moment, then looks down at herself as if trying to measure the depth it's going to reach. Her lips curl up into an anxious smile as her eyes dart back to it, unsure of whether or not it's going to feel good. Finally, she resolves herself and brings her hands down to her opening to spread it for me.

  The sight of that causes my mind to go blank, and my unnatural growth stirs at the defenselessly sprawled-out girl before me. She's ready to receive my manhood - as strange as that may sound coming from a girl - and even enticing me with her alluring gaze. My entire abdomen feels like it's pulsing in response, telling me to take her.

  "Please, give it to me..." She breathes, her eyes framed by those indescribably fitting glasses peering up at me with anxious resolve. That expression blows away any reservations I may have lied to myself of having, and I pounce on her. Locking lips with her while rubbing myself against her, I feel a tingle run up my back.

  "Here I go." When I can no longer take it, I use a hand to align my tip with her opening before pushing my hip forward. It enters unexpectedly easily, and in an instant, more than half of my length is buried inside her.

  My entire body nearly gives out at this entirely new sensation. Unlike my tentacle form, which seems to have diminished feelings - and in which it still felt incredible - this body is essentially that of a normal human being with all of its senses. I'm basically myself right now, except for that certain part I just created for this purpose. I never expected that it would feel this good!

  Hestia keeps her eyes pressed shut and tries to suppress the urge to let her voice run free. But her inner walls are convulsing and sucking me in, and she suddenly wraps her legs around my waist. It causes my member to bury itself all the way until it hits a dead end.

  She snaps open her eyes and lets out a breathless moan before her resistance melts away completely. All my sensations are concentrated on my nether regions, and I begin to slowly draw back. An electric shock spreads throughout my body, urging me to push back into her hot embrace.

  My hips instinctively thrust back and forward again, and this time, it causes Hestia to let out a yelp. Staring at me in embarrassment for a moment, she turns her head and covers her mouth. Now that my hands are free, I grab her wrists once again and hold them down.

  "N-no, Chloe... I... ahhh!" Just as she protests, I move inside her and take her off-guard. It's the most beautiful sound I've heard from her yet, and I begin to move in a slow rhythm to hear more of it. Her eyes are fixed on mine, brows wrinkled and lips pursed, trying to hide her expression of pleasure for as long as she can.

  But she eventually gives in, as my motions become faster and more skilled. This is my first time doing it like this, though I can tell that the instinct is ingrained into me somehow even when I'm not actually human.

  I change the angle slightly and grind into her depth, upon which she throws her head back and lets out an unintelligible noise. Her insides twist and wrap around me with a previously never experienced intensity. It very nearly drives me over the edge, so I pause for a moment; I don't want things to end too quickly.

  With that thought, I lift my leg over hers and flip her onto her side, before pushing my pelvis forward. This posture lets me explore another angle of her, and it draws high-pitched squeals as the pleasure drives her crazy.

  When I sense that I'm nearing my limits, I stop once again to change positions. That seems to be the right call, as I feel myself calm down a little. It also gives Hestia a moment to breathe. Flipping her over onto her stomach, I enter once again and grind down on her. She grasps the sheets and buries her face in the pillow to muffle her voice echoing through the room.

  I feel something well up in my abdomen and know that no matter what I do, it's going to burst out very soon. And drawing it out for too long will exhaust her too much, so this could be a good place to end things. Flipping her over onto her back once again, I get up on my knees and thrust into her from above.

  But for a moment, my mind fills with a strange thought. What happens when I release it inside her? I didn't recreate everything from the human template I used, so is there even anything to release? Would she get pregnant from the seed of the human I used?

  My Crawling Chaos form can generate fluids that aren't part of my body. That time in the academy, I did cover her in a lot of it both inside and out, but there are yet any signs of her having become pregnant from them.

  All my thoughts at that moment boil down to one thing: I wouldn't mind if she bore my child.

  That's when I see Hestia's face as she looks up in a moment
of clarity. She hasn't been in control of her voice or thoughts in a while now, but as if sensing my intentions, she's staring into my eyes with trust and affection.

  My mind goes blank, and my dam bursts. Pressing my body against hers, the boundary between us seems to melt away as I feel something rush through my member and inside her depths. Maybe it's just the same thing as the mucus my tentacles expel, or it's indeed the life-giving matter that I hope it to be.

  Whatever the case, the electric shock from the climax runs up my spine, and I nearly white out. Pulling myself together, I look down on Hestia's heaving chest, as she lies there with her arms above her head and her wings curled in mind-numbing pleasure. But when she glances up at me, I can tell that while she's satisfied, she isn't done yet.

  Neither am I.

  Chapter 67 - The Fifth Element

  "How did you sleep?" Saia asks with a knowing smile when we come down the stairs to the restaurant area. The volume of our voices should have spilled from our room, so everybody most likely overheard what we did.

  "Not much." I reply truthfully and tilt my head. There's nothing embarrassing about people overhearing me embrace my lover and elicit the corresponding vocal expressions from her. But Hestia averts her gaze and hides her flushed face. We went round after round with few pauses between them, and she stopped caring about letting out her voice pretty soon. Now she's regretting it.

  "Come on. Breakfast is ready." Naco appears from the kitchen door and states in a matter of fact tone while carrying a tray of steaming hot bread. She's the more mature of the two, not commenting on our activities last night first thing in the morning.

  When we reach the large round table where the others have gathered, Asoko grins at me. But it seems something good happened for her as well; Zirno is sitting on the bench next to her, leaning on my other half with an affectionate expression.

  Kozii is sitting next to his father, trying to avoid looking at any of us. He seems a little peeved, maybe because he found out that I don't like boys - a preference that Asoko shares with me. Adano maintains the same mature air his older wife does and only greets us with an acknowledging nod.

  "Let's eat." Naco sets down the bread next to the assortment of toppings already present on the table. With this, we commence breakfast under the interested glances of Saia and Asoko's suggestive smirk. It's an awkward atmosphere, but luckily, Adano breaks it.

  "Today, we will procure supplies for the journey ahead. There are no villages along the way, so we will have to bring everything for you." He begins to explain our course of actions for today.

  "Us?" I tilt my head, wondering what he may mean by that.

  "Yes. We can live off the land without a problem, but I assume you need it." In the most natural tone, he replies with a statement many might consider rude.

  "We don't-" Asoko begins, but I interrupt her.

  "You said it takes five days, right?" I ask to confirm the timeframe. "By foot?"

  "Yes. The path takes us across the mountains, so we can't take ponies." Adano replies while cutting his bread with skilled hands.

  "We can fly there in a day. If you don't mind going without supplies on your way back, that is." I throw into the room, and five pairs of dark blue eyes stare at me from across the table. For any earthbound race, the thought of flying should be completely foreign in a world with a mostly medieval level of technology.

  "What do you mean by that?" Naco glances at Hestia questioningly, thinking that I'm suggesting she'll carry all of us on her own. Even if the angel girl is deceptively strong, that's quite impossible.

  "I can fly." Asoko and I reply in unison. And as if on a silent signal, both of us sprout Fata wings. It's funny that mine are black to match Hestia's, while hers are pure white per the base template - more so because my skin is light while hers is dark. We're like mirrored twins.

  "What are you?" Saia asks in a suspicious tone. During our short battle yesterday, I showed that I'm definitely not human, but at the time, I still only appeared to be some kind of demon. But they most likely never heard of a type that has abilities like ours.

  "Well, we're demons." I explain before Asoko can answer. She pretty much knows everything I do by now, but I'm not sure she fully grasps what it truly means to be a Crawling Chaos in this hostile world, so she might blabber it to others. I haven't even told Kamii and Daica what I really am yet, and while I don't want to keep secrets from them, it's best to ease them into it slowly.

  "Are you sure you can carry us over such a distance?" With a skeptical look at our wings, Adano asks while crossing his arms and tilting his head. I have to continually remind myself that this is a fully-grown man rather than a child, so thinking that he looks cute should be considered rude.

  "I never tried it for such a long time, but it should be fine. We don't tire easily." Pointing at my other half, I reply with a shrug. In fact, I'm pretty sure we don't ever tire, but it's an ability I don't necessarily want to announce to the world.

  "We kind of heard that." Saia comments with a suggestive grin. Her older sister shoots her a silencing glance for that inappropriate comment, causing her to avert her gaze in embarrassment.

  "How long until we can depart, if you don't need to pack for five days?" Ignoring the pointless interjection, I continue the conversation.

  "We can leave right after breakfast then." Naco, smiling in the persuasive way only a mother can, replies in her husband's stead. She's suggesting that we eat now and talk later.

  When we finished the most important meal of the day, we prepared the few things necessary for the journey and departed. It was a mostly straightforward sendoff, though Zirno did look sad to see my other half leave. By now, I'm fairly convinced that they did something together last night, or she wouldn't have taken to her that quickly. Once we've separated from Adano and Kozii, I'll ask Asoko about it.

  We left the city and walked a distance before deploying our wings. Out of the five dark elves, only those two accompany us, resulting in Asoko carrying the latter while I take the former.

  "So tell me about this place we're going to." I ask my passenger, but he only glances up at me with the expression of a mouse being stared down by a snake. The same fear of flying seems to affect Kozii as well, who's clutching my other half's arms while pressing his eyes shut. "Guess we can do that during our scheduled break."

  We have Hestia navigate using the map, as our hands are full with our passengers. Unlike Hanif and Fayza, the nomad orphans we picked up in the desert when it was still only the angel girl and me, dark elves seem to be far more earthbound. They have both lived a longer life than the two humans and never experienced the world from a bird's perspective, so it's understandable that they're much more afraid.

  Shortly after high noon, we set down near a mountain plateau and have lunch. Adano and Kozii drop to their bottoms the second we land and try to get up on shaky legs like newborn foals. They refuse food for the time being, stating that they can't be sure whether or not they'll be able to keep it in when we take off again later. I'm glad neither threw up mid-flight, considering we had a pretty big breakfast.

  Turns out that Hestia is the only one eating, and she says that she's okay with doing it while flying. Thus, we take off again, despite protests from the two dark elves that the break shouldn't be over that quickly.

  Since we're following the angel girl's lead this time, I'm watching her rather than observe our surroundings. Through that, I got confirmation that beings with large wings really don't need to flap them very often. She mostly glides through the air, slowly losing altitude until she instinctively feels it necessary to regain it with one slow beat of her wings. Both Asoko and I have been doing the same without consciously thinking about it.

  The Amanikon mountain range makes way for hilly plains around the early afternoon. Our destination lies at the easternmost tip of the continent, within the ruins of a fortress built by the Empire of Terminus over a thousand years ago. It was a staging ground for the invasion of the th
en city-states of Mineva, Phobio, and Deima, which later formed the Mineva Republic after throwing off the empire's yoke in a bloody revolution.

  Over the following centuries, the fortress lost its importance and fell into ruin. But according to the information acquired by the Nomads of Ogin across the ages, the transportation circle should be untouched. I'll believe it when I see it.

  I plan to return to Arkaim and have Mithra send us directly to Daica's store. Not only do I not remember what the circle under the academy looks like, but Kamii isn't even there anymore, so there's no point risking entry from that place.

  By the time the sun nears the horizon in our backs, the open sea comes into view. Hestia points ahead, signaling that we're approaching our destination. Even from this side, I can see that it's a coastline consisting of tall cliffs with no beaches on either side.

  When we approach it, I find that the ruins are more complete than I expected. The walls are covered with lichen, but aside from some wear due to the weather near the sea, it looks untouched by time despite its age. The front gate stands open, and the paved road is cracked and overgrown with weeds. Even though its infrastructure looks good, it's been abandoned for a long time. I guess there's no need for a fortress position this remote when humans aren't at war with each other anymore.

  This reminds me of the description of the fortified port town Pontis Daemonis, which the Empire of Terminus erected on the easternmost tip of Ceogath. It just seems that the empire likes to build forward bases like this wherever they invade, with varying levels of success in holding them.

  "You never told me what this place was called." I turn to Adano, who walks behind me on shaky legs. The second part of the journey didn't help him get used to flying any more than the first did, especially because Hestia sometimes unconsciously dove into thermals to gain altitude and we followed her into them thinking it was part of the route.

  "Castra Legionis." He replies in an almost reverent tone. Before our departure, he described everything about it to us but left out the name for some reason.