7 comments/ 22829 views/ 10 favorites Virtual Reality: Xenosaga By: deathlynx Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Xenosaga. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers! * Sharp lights reflected off some bit of swaying metal, flashing into his closed eyes. James awoke to firecrackers bursting overhead. Startled from sleep by the rapid concussions, he failed to recognize his surroundings. His body prepared itself for any threat as adrenalin primed his system. The room didn't look familiar but he refused to dwell on that until a proper threat assessment had been made. He threw himself from the hard, almost industrial, bed and bolted to the door. The noise hadn't truly been in the room with him, but rather invoked a memory from college. Had it even been real? As the metallic door retreated into the wall he knew he had never been here before, wherever 'here' was. The rapid, popping, explosions intensified as the door slid open. He knew, now, that he heard gunfire, not the controlled explosions of firecrackers. The hallway, to which the portal led, was covered entirely in a white plastic, or perhaps fiberglass. There were no right angles in the architecture, all had been rounded smooth, giving the place an almost clinically safe feel. The strange decor, complete with keypads by each of the many doors along the corridor, reminded James of any of a number of science-fiction movies or shows he'd watched over the years. Always one of his favorite genres, he appreciated the feel of the strange place. The gunfire was almost to him now. He watched the bend in the hall, the direction which the sounds came from, and waited to see who would round the corner. I don't know enough to get involved. How would I know if I'm accidentally helping criminals escape or something? He considered hiding in the room until the fight had passed him by, but his inherent curiosity was too great. He had to witness the fight. All the while he told himself he might be able to identify the just side and lend his assistance. Two men backed around the corner, firing as they moved. It was an obvious retreat. The two lay down cover-fire as another two men raced around the corner to take up kneeling positions a few doors away from James. Their guns snapped to position the moment the two at the turn dropped theirs to their sides and took off. As they ran towards him, James noticed their uniforms. All four wore the same grey, one-piece outfit which, together with their identical rifles, identified them as security guards. At that moment James learned, conclusively, which side he was on. A few feet before the running guards reached their prepared comrades, something flew out of the wall, sweeping through one of them. The guard died instantly as the ghost-like creature passed through him, as it had the wall. The other running guard skidded to a stop with a scream of primal terror. James could relate, the thing floating in the middle of the corridor simply didn't feel natural and its effect on human physiology was quite apparent. One of the kneeling men fell backwards and began firing wildly in fear. The final guard maintained his composure and simply began shooting with precision, avoiding any target that might hit his fellows. James, frozen in shock, watched as the bullets passed right through the creature without impediment. Fortunately the random shots from the panicked guard failed to come anywhere near his screaming coworker. Most of these shots hit the walls and ceiling, without ever reaching the hulking beast, although those that did had as little effect as the precise shots of his companion. The monster, although thoroughly translucent, reminded James of a giant gorilla. It's back hunched forward as it leaned on two massive front limbs. The back legs, equally powerful, were shorter and remained bent at the knee. One of its arms lifted. A single swipe passed through the frozen guard and silenced his screams forever. The remaining two guards began a slow retreat as they fired. The beast turned and James managed his first clear look at it. The head wasn't simian in the slightest. In fact, he recognized it but the exact memory refused to come. The wide lower jaw, slung under a much smaller skull and sporting two tusks, didn't come from any creature on Earth. James knew he was dreaming. Another swipe and the goliath's arm passed through not only the collected guard but the wall next to him. That broke the nerve of the final guard who turned and began to run. The still-raised arm came crashing down. It only managed to catch the heel of the poor man, but that was enough. The guard collapsed, as lifeless as the rest, and momentum tore his gun from weak hands and flung it the last few meters to James' feet. Acting on instinct, James picked up the gun and fired at it. He knew it was fruitless ~he'd witnessed it not moments before~ but he needed to try to fight this killer. After two shots reason regained control of his body and allowed him to flee. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the creature galloping along behind him. It felt strange to see something that big moving so ponderously and to hear no sound coming from it. The distance between the two grew as moving through solid objects seemed to slow the monster, it's lumbering gate often causing one shoulder then the next to shift into a wall. James was looking back, judging his lead, when he tripped over garbage and scattered it across the intersection he'd reached. He heard light footsteps. A hand slid under his arm, even as he tried to rise, and tugged pointlessly. At slightly over a hundred kilograms, his weight was far more than the hand could move. As he stood, he looked over at his rescuer. He noticed her glasses first, inches from his face, covering expressive green pools. Next he noticed her smooth, round, face. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in concern. A quick look over his shoulder and he was running once more, the giant nearly catching him. The woman was already in motion, far ahead of him. She turned another corner, he followed, and watched as she dove through a small door. He didn't know what use it would be but he pursued. The door slid shut behind him as he lay on the ground, panting for breath. She sat with her back against some sort of control console and watched the window, invisible from the hallway, on the wall with the door. James rolled onto his back in order to watch as the beast came through the wall. To his amazement he saw the thing lumber past, continuing down the hallway after its elusive prey. James rolled onto his knees, he tried to catch his breath as he looked over his rescuer. She was a slight woman, with small breasts and hips. For all of her lack of strength she wasn't even breathing heavily. She wore a single piece outfit with long sleeves and legs that continued into her black boots. The outfit was the same grey as the guards, except her's had yellow and brown stripes running from each shoulder, down the front and back, to her ankles. Her waist was belted, with a buckle that very much reminded him of a seatbelt. He couldn't believe he had to be saved by a woman this pretty. She wasn't beautiful or gorgeous, simply attractive, in that girl-next-door or librarian sort of way. Now he had gone and embarrassed himself thoroughly in front of her. "Thank you." She was as frustratingly familiar as the beast had been. He had seen all of this before. Of course, he would be dreaming of something he had seen before. "Have you seen anyone else?" She had a beautiful, mezzo-soprano voice. So enchanted was he by it that she had to repeat herself before her words registered. "Uh, yeah. There were four guards in the hallway, but they were killed by that thing." She nodded. "They tried shooting it. I heard the guns. Guns won't hurt it. I have a tool here that's been upgraded into a weapon. It might be able to do a little damage but the best thing is to run, and hope we make it to the lab." "What was that thing?" "No one's really sure. The Gnosis just sort of appeared one day and began terrorizing world after world." That name sounded incredibly familiar. He knew the answer was just out of reach, but still so frustratingly close. The woman extended her hand. "My name's Shion." Xenosaga! Of course everything looked familiar. He'd been re-playing the game only a day or so before. He reached out and shook Shion's hand. "I'm James. It's great to meet you Shion. Where's Ziggy and Momo? Chaos and Jr.?" He looked around. "Or even Kos-Mos" Through the list of names she became more and more confused, until he reached Kos-Mos. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I don't know who any of the others are, but where did you hear that last name?" Stupid! If guns aren't working on the Gnosis that must mean I'm at the beginning of the game, before she's gotten to Kos-Mos and solidified the Gnosis. And long before any of the other characters appear. "I'm part of an organization monitoring all classified projects, such as Kos-Mos." It was a lie, of course, but how does one explain the truth? 'I'm dreaming and you're nothing more than a character from a video game I've beaten.' Even in a dream, no one would tend to believe that. Shion didn't look convinced, but neither did she object. "Well, if you know about Kos-Mos, I was hoping that together everyone at the lab would be able to help figure something out. Otherwise we need to grab Kos-Mos and run." "We'll be able to do better than that." Shion looked at James suspiciously. "Kos-Mos has a system that will allow corporeal attacks to effect the Gnosis. Not only will the guns be able to effect them, but it will greatly increase the effect your blaster has on them." He could tell she didn't believe him. "Trust me." She nodded. James knew the lab was going to be more than she bargained for. Unfortunately, if he tried to warn her she wouldn't believe him, and once they discovered the wasteland she would likely turn on him, in her grief. Dream or not, James couldn't bring himself to let her get mad at him for things beyond his control. Now that he remembered the layout, albeit from a new perspective, he was able to keep up with Shion as they raced down hallways. Numerous times they had to dodge aside, over even backtrack, in order to avoid the marauding spirit beasts. James was, once again, out of breath by the time they reached the lab. Grateful, he used it as an excuse to stay in the hallway, leaning heavily against the wall, while she went in and 'whipped the technicians into shape.' A minute later James was composed once more. As quietly as possible, he entered the lab. The place was empty, save the soft weeping coming from the other end of the room. He circled the perimeter, dodged the few scattered bodies of security guards, and hoped he was wrong. Finally he moved around the large, egg-shaped, capsule in the center of the room and saw her. Shion was sitting at the top of the stairs, facing the suspension capsule, with her arms around her legs and face in her knees. She was crying. James moved quietly and sat down next to her on the stairs. He'd never been able to stand seeing a woman in pain. "I'm sure some of them survived." He put an arm around her shoulders. She flinched initially, he started to retreat but she collapsed against his chest, burying her face in his side as she cried. He let her cry, holding her lightly. He knew the story, far better than she did, in fact. Her world was crumbling. Finally her tears slowed, then ceased. "What can I do now?" James smiled kindly, having known the answer all along. "It is time to wake her." Shion looked confused, but he nodded towards the capsule and her eyes widened. "I know what happened last time, but it will not happen again." Again her eye's narrowed. James knew far more than anyone should know about the project, especially when it touched so cruelly on her own pervious loss. Shion relaxed and nodded. She would never understand how he knew so much but she seemed to be coming to accept it. Together they moved around the room, preparing to wake the android. He needed instructions a number of times, a fact that relaxed the Project Director considerably. The controls that were nothing more than decorative squares on the TV screen had function here. For Shion, this helped to confirm that he was some form of hidden administrator rather than well briefed spy. After a few minutes of preparation the hatch lifted and Kos-Mos pulled herself free. The helmet and futuristic attire did little to hide her shapely form. Like Shion she had smallish breasts and hips, however her armor seemed to float about her, enlarging her hips and accenting the bluish metal plates covering her stomach. James stood close to the nervous Shion, knowing she would remember the last time Kos-Mos had awoken. A time when the android had killed every member of the design team. Only Shion had survived when, unfortunately, her lover had not. Kos-Mos cocked her helmeted head to one side, regarding the two before her. James took the lead. "Kos-Mos, we need to get to the hanger and evacuate. There are enemy Gnosis everywhere between here and there." "Understood." She immediately began for the door. "Follow me." James waved Shion ahead of him. It was more than a gesture of chivalry, it placed her between Kos-Mos and himself. While he didn't have much confidence in his ability to defeat the Gnosis if they attacked from the rear, at least he would suffer the attack rather than she. As he walked he realized another benefit. There was a very enticing sway in Shion's hips as she walked. While some of his friends lusted after Kos-Mos, James had always been partial to Shion as a character. She was the more interesting, and certainly more realistic, of the two. As he walked behind her, his body reacted to how real the dream seemed. Concentrating on her endowments, he never noticed the Gnosis coming up the side passage. It struck after the women had passed, smacking at James and throwing him heavily into the far wall. As he stood, groggy, he realized Kos-Mos' field must be active. The Gnosis was corporeal, dealing quite painful physical damage rather than the instant death he had seen earlier. The monster was hovering over one of the women so he charged, instinct drove him to protect 'the fairer sex.' Kos-Mos caught his charge, one hand grasping the scruff of his neck, and spun him out of her way. With a few precise attacks, aided by a shot from Shion's arm-mounted gun, the beast fell. James tugged slightly at the hand gripping his shirt. The android suddenly released him, as if she had forgotten the human she had kept from charging to certain death. His head hung in shame. He shuffled along after the other two for another few corridors before he realized the truth. Of course they could beat it. Right now I am useless since I haven't given myself a proper weapon! Moments after the realization struck, so did another Gnosis. Unfortunately, two collisions with bulkheads was rather more than James' head could bear. The world went black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the strangest dream he'd ever had. Dreams were supposed to offer insight into one's psyche; worries and desires. Whatever his mind had been trying to tell him, James had failed completely to understand. He thought about watching Shion walk and his body began to respond once more. He chuckled silently as he crept from unconsciousness. Maybe it was simply working its way towards a decent wet dream. Unfortunately, his subconscious wouldn't let him have that little moment of peace, waking him with an obvious reference to his super-ego, or maybe it was his id. "Why does his body change shape like that?" Only an act of sheer, panicked, will kept his eyes from flying open at the sound of the woman's deep, monotone voice. He was still dreaming, for that was most certainly Kos-Mos asking the question. He fought to keep his breathing even as he listened for the reply in mixed amusement and embarrassment. "Well," Shion sounded as embarrassed as he felt, "it's complicated." James heard someone shuffling around. Given the soft sounds he assumed it was Shion. "You see, that part of the anatomy is related to reproduction. When a male, uh, is interested he expands like that." James kept himself from smiling at the explanation. "So the male has come into heat?" If James thought it was hard to keep from smiling before, now it was all he could do not to burst out laughing. "I, uh, well...Human's don't have mating seasons like other animals. We're always able to mate. We've even evolved to be able to enjoy it more than most animals, as a means to entice population. Actually we're the only species in which the female can enjoy it as much as the male does." "So he wishes to copulate with you?" Knowing Shion's character, James could imagine her blushing bright red at that moment. When she finally spoke it was not embarrassment, but sorrow, in her voice. "Actually, it's more likely he's dreaming of copulating with you." There was a short pause. James was interested in the conversation, especially since his body showed no signs of relinquishing the erection. He shifted, still feigning sleep, so he could open his eyes discreetly in order to view their reactions. Finally it was the huskier voice of Kos-Mos which broke the silence. "Am I capable of procreating? Would I enjoy it too?" Shion smiled, although there were still traces of sadness at the corners of her mouth and eyes. "You cannot have a child, but you could have sex. You should even be able to enjoy it, after all, you're capable of feeling in every sense of the word." Kos-Mos turned a thoughtful expression towards him. He hoped she couldn't tell he was awake. Would someone in a dream even show signs of being awake? He hoped fervently that his mind had no need to allow Kos-Mos to detect his altered brain-waves, or some other such quasi-scientific explanation, that would allow her to realize his consciousness. "I wish to experience it." Strangely, panic jumped into Shion's eyes. "No! You really shouldn't. I mean, uh, he's asleep." "Then I wish to have sex with you." James nearly choked. He considered pretending to wake up. Unfortunately, he was fairly sure Kos-Mos would return her intent to him and he didn't really want to explain that he wasn't as interested in her. After all, she could rip him apart if she got angry. However, he also didn't really feel comfortable around the conversation any longer. The decision was taken from him as Kos-Mos turned and placed her hands roughly on Shion's breasts. "Ouch!" The android flinched back in response. Shion sighed. "You're serious about this aren't you?" Kos-Mos nodded causing Shion to sigh more deeply. Her hands came up to grip Kos-Mos' wrists. "You never grab someone for sex if they have not asked for it, or at least acceded to it. Not only is it morally wrong, but it is illegal." Kos-Mos nodded showing she understood the rule. Shion breathed in, to steady herself, then released Kos-Mos' wrists. "Alright, then the first thing you need to know is to only touch lightly. Start at, say, five grams pressure." The hands awkwardly returned to Shion's breasts. Shion shuddered slightly as Kos-Mos began to massage. "Wow! That-that's, uh, very good. Now, if the person asks, or if it doesn't seem to be having any effect, Oh! you can increase pressure by about five grams per increment-oh-AH!." James couldn't see exactly what Kos-Mos was doing with her hands, but he'd never seen any woman so affected by simply playing with her breasts. "I have noticed strange sensations as my armor pressed against my body. I experimented to induce and identify the feelings." It was almost as if Kos-Mos were answering his very thoughts, but of course she was. This would be his mind's way of explaining why women found men so useless. "Do you enjoy this?" Virtual Reality: Xenosaga "GOD yes. But you really need to stop!" She paused for breath as Kos-Mos complied. "As good as I'm sure you can make me feel, there are simply some things you can't do for me." Kos-Mos dropped her hands to her sides and looked at the other woman in confusion. "I do not understand." Shion's attention shifted to James once more, her hand moving forward to point at him. "Women don't grow like that. We don't have the...equipment. Instead, we get, uh, wet. So men can slide in better." "So you wish him to slide his growth in you?" The innocence of the question was almost as touching as it was hilarious. "God, yes." Shion had answered in a low growl. Blood rushed to the already engorged organ in response to both the tone and the woman. She continued in a more dejected tone, "but he likely wants you. I couldn't stand doing something right now if I couldn't finish by feeling him, someone, any guy, inside me." Her eyes held a hunger James knew well. Although the game never went into details, Shion tended towards solitude, distancing herself from everyone. It was a defense mechanism he could relate to. Unfortunately it made certain needs much harder to fulfill. "So if he was awake you would want to feel him inside of you?" Shion nodded enthusiastically. "But you think he would rather be inside me?" Another, much more dejected, nod. To James' horror Kos-Mos turned to regard him. "Which will you put it in?" Shion gasped as she realized his duplicity. She started to get up, to run from the room, but he reached her before she made it to the door. He slid in front of her, holding her shoulders lightly before shifting a hand to her chin in order to get her to look him in the eyes. "I'm so sorry. I woke up and you were discussing, well, something embarrassing, so I didn't want to make it worse. Then you and she, well, I certainly couldn't wake up in the middle of that." Round eyes met his, conveying her conflicted embarrassment and pain and failing to hide the naked desire. He stared back through her glasses, at her soft eyes, pouring every ounce of his sincerity into his expression. "I'm sorry." They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, slowly the pain of his deception faded. Her hands came to rest on his biceps. "I understand. Apology accepted." She paused, building up the nerve to ask her next question. "How much did you..." She couldn't bear to finish it. His hands moved to a more comfortable position on either side of her waist, just above her strong, thin, hips. He knew what she was going to say, but failed to answer the unasked. The two were staring longingly at each other, enjoying, simply, being close. "He has grown another three cubic centimeters in the last minute. Does that imply he desires to put it in you?" Shion's eyes flew wide as she spun to stare at Kos-Mos. James' cheeks heated in shame that he had been unable to hide his growth, even from such skilled perceptions as the android had. He been careful to keep Shion from seeing him, or worse feeling it press against her. Unfortunately his skills at deception could not refute detectable data. Shion's round eyes softened and returned to James. "She's right, isn't she?" There was a hopeful, almost pleading, quality to her voice. Still flushed, he nodded his agreement. Her hands slid down his arms to rest on his hips. All at once her hands balled, pulling tight the fabric of his jeans, as she pulled herself roughly to him. Her head tilted back and she stood on her toes in an effort to bring her height, slightly over a meter and a half, closer to his, of just under two meters. James was shocked by the urgency as his lips met hers. More surprised, however, was he by the strength with which she ground her hips against his, and incited the burning need he had desperately tried to ignore. As his organ was crushed between their bodies it strained against all boundaries, of fabric and flesh. She felt the fresh response and rolled her hips forward to rub against him. These kind of dreams never ceased to frustrate him, but somehow the intensity and need in her kiss banished all of those thoughts. He barely noticed when her hips flew away from his but he knew, moments later, when she began to tear at the buckle of his belt. Her lips betrayed the retreat of her reason as clearly as her inability to work such a simple clasp. He knew, from the storyline, how long it had been since she'd been with a man, but the knowledge was less telling than the pulsing heat flowing from her heaving breasts. He felt her desire clearly, even through the dual layers of their clothing. Then the belt was free and the button and zipper were only a slight hindrance to her endorphin infused muscles. A single tug freed them both, instantly forgotten as Shion released the pants to gravity's embrace. With only the tight, cottony fabric of his boxer-briefs and her jumpsuit between them, she pressed against him once more. This time he felt her with agonizing clarity as she rubbed forward and back along the length of his extended bulge. Despite his own lust shrouded mind, he realized that she wore no underwear beneath the form fitting suit, as he felt her engorged lust scrape along the length of his shaft, sending thrilling jolts throughout both of their bodies. The animal need that had consumed Shion rapidly transferred itself to James. As she dragged across the top of his length, she heightened her own pleasure far more quickly than his. She moaned as her hips rolled forward. On her retreat she bit at his lip, a primal desire to consume and engulf him mirrored in her actions. She growled and began tugging at her suit, peeling it quickly off. His eyes had remained closed in order to appreciate the sensations rocketing through his body, now they inched open to watch her reveal herself to him. In the game's sequel there was an accessory which turned her outfit into a two piece bathing suit. Pixels and graphics could never do this lithe form justice. He witnessed her breasts spring from the supportive fabric. The soaked material clung to her cleft, before snapping free as she stomped out of the legs. Her skin was smooth and pale with just the slightest tint of pink. Her areola, only about three centimeters across, were a much darker pink and firm nipples sprang from the center of each. Her nether-hair was shaved almost completely smooth, leaving only a very well groomed stip slightly above her pulsing mound. His hands naturally shifted from her waist to her bare side and the back of her head as the outfit moved to pass her hips. He exalted that her silken skin was as soft and supple as its apparent perfection insisted it should be. The long brown hair cascaded between his fingers and whispered against his bare arm. She was already grasping at his shirt and in moments their kiss finally broke as she pulled back to clear his now raised arms and head. She was halfway finished when she stopped, the shirt caught at his neck. A twist of her hands and suddenly his arms and head were trapped in the encompassing material. She adjusted her hands to grip both James' shirt and crossed arms, insuring his captivity. Her weight shifted as she jumped, her knees clung to his hips as she pressed her body against his chest and held herself aloft. The sudden weight threw him off balance and he fell backward heavily to land, to his utter surprise, on the bed. Somehow the two had moved across the room as they kissed. "Kos-Mos," James gasped as Shion said the name and reminded him of their audience, "remove those for me please?" The whole command came out as little more than a growl, inches from the fabric covering his face. He gasped as teeth began to nip playfully, hungrily, at his neck. He was moaning, his member pulsing in time with each bite, as soft hands carefully removed the last impediment; his boxer-briefs. Shion never looked back but continued to nip and suck a trail down his body, to the nipple ring piercing his left breast, as she shifted her weight backwards. The tip of his head felt her hot, slick, lust at the same time her lips reached the foreign metal. Her teeth scraped at the tender flesh around his nipple and forced a loud moan from him. Blood surged into his member and pressed it between inflamed folds. She gasped into his chest and bit at his nipple. He groaned. Her hips dropped. The world, darkened by the shroud of his shirt, lurched into motion as she forced herself to his base. She gasped, a slight squeal of pain escaping her as her haste spread underused muscles far wider than she expected. Instinct drove her away from the amazing sensations racing along her flesh and pulled her up the length of his shaft. As the pulsing, hard, form rubbed against the tender depths of her core, her entire body shook from the continuous electricity. Muscles clenched within her in a vain attempt to pull, and hold, the intruder deep. She was tighter than he expected and even the copious lubrication she released couldn't ease the pain from the initial thrust. Her body began to pump forward and back and he released a wordless scream of pleasure. He could feel, through her body and reactions, that Shion was close to cumming. Moments later she froze as her body tried to end the excess. His heels dug into the bed as his feet spread wide. Forward thrust his hips. Shion screamed her complete release as James buried his member all the way inside her already quivering temple. He felt the ripple of her muscles as she released herself completely to the unbearable ecstasy crashing over her. She collapsed as he quickly withdrew. Her skin, heated as blood raced oxygen to over-stressed nerves, pressed against his. With even more force he pierced her depths again, hips crashed together. Her scream increased in pitch and volume as each tilt drove her to greater and greater heights of orgasm. With each thrust the base of her taut muscles dragged against the underside of his manhood. Each pull sent stuttering electricity racing across his skin. Every time her tight hole pushed against the tender skin at the base of his member, molten lust flooded his veins. Pressure built in his balls. Finally the slight cleft at the base of his head scraped carelessly against the bottom of her folds and he felt the pressure release. A wave of fire raced up the narrow tube, burning a path of ecstasy before erupting deep inside Shion. His final thrust pushed deeper than ever, his member expanding as it fought to release its load. The added forces, deeper and wider, sent her over the edge, another cascade of climax breaking her mind and body. The two lay panting. They were connected still. Each pulse of blood to his manhood sending an echoing shudder through Shion. Each tremored clench of her muscles caused an aftershock in him. Her head adjusted and snuggled into the hollow of his neck and knocked her glasses askew, after she released him from his bondage. As cognisance returned to James, he realized the blessed, or alternately horrific, truth. Whatever this was, it wasn't a dream. Never before had he remained asleep through the climax of a dream. Always would he awaken moments before the irreversible explosion. He felt himself, contentedly, as he filled her soft depths still. A thin sheen of perspiration covered them both and the sweet scent of feminine release wafted up to confound his brain. This was, somehow, real. His arms shifted to encircle her, lovingly, protectively. Shion was a woman of intelligence, capable of incredible acts of destructiveness with her spell-like programs and equipment. She alone could summon the most destructive of ancient technologies, a massive robot capable of destroying all enemies, though she would not know it yet. Still, she was small, her body frail and her soul wounded. One thing James knew well; how to comfort. "I wish to experience that." The lovers jumped at the sound of the expressionless voice. Both James and Shion had forgotten Kos-Mos' presence. Each saw the embarrassment, born of surprise, written on the other's face. "Both of your reactions registered far greater levels of pleasure than I have previously witnessed. You said that I am capable of emulating these experiences. I wish...to know that feeling." Chuckling nervously James looked into Shion's deep eyes. "Insistent isn't she?" Shion smiled and nodded as she rolled from atop him, finally breaking their connection. He continued to watch her as he spoke teasingly. "I think you're going to have to handle her request as I'm a little spent." He waved absently at the limp and dripping form between his legs. "Oh, I don't know." There was a decidedly mischievous twinkle in Shion's eyes. She lay, facing him, on her side. His gaze was drawn slowly down her body, to once more wonder at the perfection of her slight form. She propped her head on one arm while the other adjusted her glasses. She then reached out and began to suggestively flick the ring piercing his left areola. He shuddered. "There are certainly ways to grant her desire." His brow furrowed in confusion. "Kos-Mos, would you like me to satisfy your curiosity?" Shion's gaze never left her fingers, playing contentedly with James' sensitive adornment, as she spoke. She seemed to delight in each shiver that ran through him because of her manipulations. "No Shion. You stated you wished to feel him within you at the consummation. I also registered vastly heightened levels of endorphins released as he ejaculated within you. I conclude that his release prompted a greater effect within you and I wish to experience that." James couldn't help his nervous laughter. "You really need to teach her slang. Everything sounds so clinical when she describes it." He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the track the conversation was going down. He'd always been a 'one woman' man. In fact the very thought of Shion offering him to Kos-Mos made him decidedly nervous. "I think she just needs a good fuck." His eyes widened at the vulgarity. She never said anything so corse in the game, it was designed for all ages. Then again there wasn't even an implication of sex either. She simply laughed at his expression. "Kos-Mos, his dick needs to be thoroughly cleaned if you want him to have sex with you." The android began to turn. "Kos-Mos?" She turned back. "You'll need to use your mouth." Neutral, almost vacant, red eyes stared at the two lying on the bed. She nodded and moved towards them. Standing at the edge of the bed, she looked back and forth at the two before, apparently, making a decision. She reached up and began to peel away the layers of armor. Abstract pieces of curved metal began to drop to the floor until she stood before them, naked. She had the smooth, muscled, legs of a dancer or swimmer. Where they met, the shock of blue pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into a triangle, pointing downward to hint at the treasures flagrantly displayed below. As he traveled upward from wide, sensuous, hips her waist narrowed, a series of metallic looking plates covered her stomach in two columns which ran up her front. The plates ended shortly before his eyes reached her average sized, perky, breasts. His primal mind fought to keep his eyes rooted there, as it had at her sex, but he continued up the smooth curve of her powerful neck to her slightly pointed chin and round face, as a veritable waterfall of beep blue hair framed her head and spilled down her back. James was always honest with himself. Kos-Mos was prettier than Shion, with her voluptuous curves and larger breasts ~ without being too large for his tastes. However he had never been as attracted to her as his friends were. He was content with what he had shared with the more intelligent woman. In the end his gaze returned to Shion to roam across her glory. Shion saw the calculation in Kos-Mos' eyes and knew she was going to strip, determining that to be the 'optimum method of inducing the proper atmosphere'. Shion knew the man's newfound infatuation with her body would be short lived when he discovered the perfection that had been wrought of the android's. She watched as he appraised her body, seeing at each step that he admired the craft and found her rival, her creation, more appealing. Her eyes, therefor, widened when he smiled at the end of his tour and turned back to contemplating her. It could be some form of ruse, but it looked too natural . Shion's fingers pinched the nipple-ring and tugged, twice, lightly, in order to get his attention back to her eyes. She chuckled as his startled expression flew back to hers. "You need to move to the edge of the bed." He shrugged and shifted. He knew, from personal experience, it would take a while for him to get hard once more, much less be able to finish. He enjoyed the feeling of lips surrounding his member, the suction as he pulsed in a mouth. There was an indescribable high when he came in a woman's mouth and she continued to milk every drop from his beleaguered body. However, he sometimes just wished for the sensation of being tasted and enjoyed, wished for a woman to suck him playfully for the cause rather than the effect. Kos-Mos knelt, uncertain, by his knees. Shion hopped to her knees on the bed, sitting on feet curled under her, as she faced the android. The remains of their passion continued to leak from her, to slide, ignored, down her legs and onto the bed. "Now, when he spreads his legs you will move forward until he's right in front of you. Then use your tongue and mouth to clean every last bit of cum off of him. If it twitches when you do something, then it's probably a good sign. Unless of course he says 'ow'." Shion's head turned to regard James. "You will say something if she hurts you, even a little. I've known some people who don't say anything, but simply lay there hoping their lover will change tactics quickly." James nodded his assent. "Oh, and do warn her if you're going to pop. She wants the full treatment so I should hope she's riding you long before that." He nodded again. Kos-Mos began to move forward when James suddenly closed his knees around her. He knew he could never overpower her but the symbolic gesture had the desired effect of stopping her. "You said you had induced the pleasurable feelings in yourself before?" "Yes. I have experimented, to a degree, with this." "Then you might want to masturbate while you clean me. That's using your fingers to stimulate between your legs. If you're cumming, or even close, when we start to have sex, it will feel a lot better. Maybe not to the level you saw in Shion but certainly not if you're starting dry." To her surprise he turned to Shion, his hands grasping for her hips. "Come'ere you. I've got a surprise for you!" Confused, Shion let his hands pull her closer, shuffling along at his guidance. Finally she knelt by his head, still confused, when his strong hands grabbed her hips and dragged her over him. Their combined juices smeared across his chest, face and arms, but he didn't care with her above him. He didn't even give her time to regain her balance before his mouth dove towards her still-soaked lust. Shion gasped as his tongue darted out to torment her swollen clit. She collapsed, quivering, with no desire to resist. James nearly suffocated in the first minute as she sat on his face with her stomach covering his nose. Arms snaked around her thighs. Fingers carefully opened her temple to every delightful abuse he could think of, while the rest of his hands pressed lightly at her waist, buying himself enough room to breath through his nose. Desperately, his tongue traced a path across her inflamed mound before sinking deeper between her legs, until it finally wiggled and drilled into her depths. The bittersweet flavour of her cream mixed with the salty taste of his own cum. He didn't care in the slightest, as she already began to writhe and squirm above him. This soon after orgasm, the woman was still primed and ready, while he would take a while to rebuild. Virtual Reality: Xenosaga Kos-Mos, meanwhile, began her methodical cleaning. Slowly she traced the circumference of his shaved balls. The sensation would barely bring an erection, much less climax, but the meticulous care and attention delighted James in a manner the purely sexual never did. Her tongue caressed the wrinkled skin, slipped into the folds her mouth created, and snaked tenderly across the junction of leg and hip. Lips formed a firm seal, tongue loosened and moistened the offending residue, and suction removed all traces. The soft moans James elicited were completely lost into Shion's silken flesh. She gasped and moaned as his tongue probed her. He swept rapid circles around her clit, pushing back the sensitive folds failing to protect it. She screamed. Gods, she's close. His mouth closed around her firmly. With only the slightest suction, the overburdened mound burst forth. Her hips thrust forward as her back arched, bringing her body straight up. James felt his cheeks tighten in a grin. Shion was on the brink of explosion once again. He stared up her perfect body as her neck bent and her head flew back, all in seeming slow motion. He felt his own furious response, as blood surged downward, seeing the proud woman so exited by his actions. Her hips lashed forward, fought his restraining arms, as she screamed her exultant release. He desperately held on as she bucked forward and back, into and against his ministrations. He continued to suck the tender bud from its petals and lash at it with his tongue. Kos-Mos witnessed the surge of the organ before her. Her breasts heaved as two of her fingers rasped along her engorged lust to sink into herself. As she drove deeper, her fingers spread to add pressure and torment the sensitive walls. Meanwhile her palm pressed and added external tension to the building climax. She finished quickly with his balls and shifted her tongue to writhe about the grown organ. James gasped anew as he hardened beneath her sinuous ascent. She worked faster, more desperately, as Shion's screams and obvious euphoria, for the second time in minutes, worked suggestive tendrils into Kos-Mos' psyche. She opened her lips to let his hot length slide to the back of her mouth. She sucked desperately as she pulled herself free. James shuddered. Shion's body collapsed, even as she whimpered, and her hips continued to buck in time with his tongue. Kos-Mos judged, as she attempted to speed along Shion's instructions, he wasn't clean enough yet and dropped her head, her lips pressing against his base. His hips jerked in surprised response. Round, red, eyes widened in discomfort. She gagged slightly as she retreated once more. Need overrode instruction as she rationalized that she would dirty him again, momentarily. She suspected the entire assignment had been intended to artificially enlarge him rather than to actually clean him. Hands gripped his thighs painfully as she pulled herself onto the bed. Her grip eased as she shifted forward to straddle his waist. One hand moved to maintain his tip, aiming it with the same precision she would target her weapons. She wondered at the instability she detected in her own hips, shaking with unfulfilled need, while she simply hovered over the man. Conscious of Shion's initial squeal of pain, Kos-Mos lowered herself slowly over his thrumming member. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, and hers solidly on his thighs, James was trapped, unable to thrust and meet the descending heat. Her hips shook as she failed to bear the ravages riding along her nerves. She gasped and moaned as excitement broke diversity from her usually monotone voice. "Maker!" Her hips crashed against his as warmth flowed from his solid organ straight into her depths. Her legs shifted instinctively to the side as she, too, collapsed forward. She grasped and rested her head on the closest thing, Shion's quivering butt, as both woman rode their orgasms. James took advantage of Kos-Mos' shift. Even with feet planted on the floor, he could still shift his hips slightly. As her hips began to slow, with her failed control, he thrust upward, hard. She screamed wordlessly. Her hands fell on his, resting heavily on Shion's thighs, holding her quaking hips still. Shion whimpered and quailed under the unbearable, unyielding bliss he maintained, between her legs. Confident in her inability to escape, his hands slipped from their home, leaving Kos-Mos' powerful, uncontrolled, hands to pin the captive. The hard, scorching, length worked deep into Kos-Mos. Each push sent a tide of fire racing through her body, until he reached deep enough to beat a single pulse outward. Then he withdrew and the tide retreated once more, across her overwrought body. She felt, through the cheek which rested, exhausted, on the base of Shion's spine, the harmonic ecstasy of her maker. She was amazed, and awed, and terrified, by the sensations she had never even imagined. Then his hands found her breasts. Although she knew the little joys she could visit on herself as she experimented, she never imagined it could transcend the individual effects with such power. In the height of her climax, fingers brushed her nipples, taunted her fluttering heart and quickened his power. The scream was pulled from her with such force that even the weary Shion shifted her head to gaze, in wonder, at the newfound joy Kos-Mos experienced. When his hands moved to pinch, instead of caress, she discovered how she could whimper in delight, frustration and anxiety all at once. Surely it had to end! Surely there was no more he could bring. As each fresh wave rippled through Kos-Mos they grew, as James knew they would. Desperate, he sucked Shion across bared teeth, carefully held her and allowed his tongue to castigate her for her inattention. His thrusts redoubled. Kos-Mos screamed anew; Shion began to cry for the beauty that her body whispered. One last lance pressed too deep, the pain blossomed deep within Kos-Mos and somehow transmuted to blend into the cacophony of rapture spilling from her soul. As James' hips locked with hers, desperate to push farther still, he continued to expand. Vaguely she sensed his body tensed beneath her and realized the song flowing into her core was, truly, the very same lust she had cleaned from him. Kos-Mos, feeling her body throb in rhythm with him, understood Shion's declaration, her need to be filled. James gasped as he pulled free of both women. Lacking the supporting strength, the two fell as one, beyond spent. He left them huddled together on the bed, half asleep, half dazed, and stumbled into the hallway. Everyone was dead by now so he feared not modesty. He knew the layout, one with no random encounters, all enemies visible and avoidable, and staggered on unsteady legs. Two doors down he discovered what he sought. Barely conscious, on the bed, Shion adjusted her glasses and lolled her head towards Kos-Mos. "Unless I dump him, or he dumps me," she added a little sorrowfully, "you will not approach him for sex again." She saw the android preparing some form of discussion about it. "Please. Trust me, we will be able to find you a man easily enough. Please, just let me have this one." Kos-Mos nodded her agreement. In the locker lay a security outfit and a blade, intended for Ziggy, but he would make do. He grabbed them both and worked his tired way back to their quarters. He wouldn't be comfortable in the outfit, for either its style or color, so he would save it for Chaos or Jr. when they met later. The blade was his. Somehow, his world had changed, his past, while not forgotten, irrelevant. After they rested, regained their collective strength, it would be time to assault the AGWS in the hanger. From there they would continue. Three games worth of adventure and more, only this time he would be beside them. He walked over to the bed to find the naked women asleep. He stared at their beauty as he absently placed the blade on the stand beside the bed. Kos-Mos spooned Shion almost protectively. James smiled and lay on his back, in front of Shion. As his crossed arms formed a pillow beneath his head, an unconscious arm reached across his chest to pull him closer. He smiled and shut his eyes. The sword shined, reflecting the ambient lights. Copywrite, February 2007 by Deathlynx Thanks to FtF for both the concept and disclaimer.