You're in the Bunkeronii. Kronii's out working—she's been working long nights lately, ever since the two of you moved into the bunker.
Somebody was stalking her—even with her time powers, Kronii couldn't figure out who. There were just strange coincidences that would happen whenever one of you turned your attention away fro too long.
One morning, Kronii had gone outside and seen the entire front lawn had been covered with dandelions, hastily planted under cover of darkness.
A frequent occurance over the past two weeks was the arrival of cakes on your doorstep—the doorbell would ring, and when you answered, an entire cake would sit on the welcome mat.
At first, you'd just thrown them away—they could have all kinds of things in them, after all. After Kronii had sent one off to be analyzed, though, concerned at the frequency of these events, it turned out there was nothing wrong with the cake, besides perhaps a bit too much sugar.
Honestly, you're pretty sure half the reason Kronii moved you to the bunker was to keep you from gaining thirty pounds from all the cake you were eating.
Still, it was rather boring here. All you did was take care of Kronii's… peculiarly named pets, which she was apparently keeping in the bunker because the lease on your rented home didn't allow pets.
You were lounging on a dusty couch with Doggeronii Junior—you had no idea what happened to Doggeronii Senior, and at this point you didn't want to know. There were portions of the bunker that you'd never had the courage to enter—darkened halls filled with cobwebs and heavy metal doors that no longer opened.
And then you hear a creak from a door in the hall—was Kronii back early? You rise, and the dog at your side raises his head, growling at the doorway.
"Hirys! Iiiiiiiit's IRyS!" The nephilim pops around the cornerwith a wide smile on her face. "How's it going?" How did she get here? The Bunkeronii was hidden in the hills outside town—it had no connecting roads or anything that marked its location, and was in fact intentionally hidden by streategically-placed piles of earth.
"Fine, I suppose," you shrug. Doggeronii calms, having apparently met the woman before, as she approaches, scratching him under the chin. "Pretty bored, honestly."
"Right? I thought you would be," she nods. Oh, so Kronii told her about this? You were aware they were acquaintances—a couple of times Kronii had told you about 'getting off on the wrong foot' with one of her coworkers. This must be her. "So I came down to help brighten up your day!" She grins, sitting down on the couch next to you.
"Uh, thanks?" This was still more than a little strange. The dog jumped off the couch, slinking out of the room—probably to go find his food bowl.
"So what's up?" she asks, setting her chin in her hands. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, twin jewels—sapphire and opal—drawing your gaze. "Anything interesting happen lately?"
"Well, there's the whole stalker thing," you shrug. "With all that going on, it's sorta been the goal to stop 'interesting' things from happening."
"Right, right." She gave you an amused smile. "I guess that means you've just been sitting here, then?"
"Mostly."
"Thought so." She leaned back, relaxing into the couch. "It is pretty boring around here." She glanced around the room, as if looking for a deck of cards or something, but finding nothing, turned back to you. "Maybe I could think of something fun to do, though."
"Be my guest." Anything to spice up hiding in the bunker for weeks on end. Honestly, you had no idea when it would be safe enough for you to go back home, which was incredibly annoying—you'd wanted to bring your laptop, but Kronii had said it was better to leave it, since it might've been bugged. You understood, of course, it was just annoying.
"If you say so…" She licks her lips, and then leans in against you. Her shoulder brushes against yours, and the first thing you can think of is that she's so warm. You'd like to blame that momentary shock for what comes next, the flake that started the avalanche, but you can't.
She kisses you, her hair tickling your nose as she leans in, soft lips pressed against yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips part as a gasp forms.
IRyS seizes the opportunity, of course—placing her hands onyour head to hold you in place, she presses forward, her tongue darting into your mouth. Alarmingly, you realize that the tip of her tongue is forked, as she explores the inside of your mouth.
Shamefully, you realize you've had the opportunity to push her away by now, and you haven't. What was wrong with you? You can't cheat on Kronii like this.

You gather the will to force her back—she's stronger than you, but she's not fighting it, thankfully, so you manage to get her off of you. Gasping for breath, you pull yourself back, blinking away the floaty feelings and focusing on the shame.

IRyS, for her part, looked a little disappointed. She bore a small frown, looking down at you with a bit of alarm. Apparently, she didn't realize that humans needed to breathe more often than she did.
"What are you doing?" you hiss through gritted teeth. You're not sure which one of you the question's for—you needed to get it together as much as IRyS at this point.
"You were the one who told me to go ahead," she points out, as if that justifies everything. "Why, do you have a problem with it?" Something flashed in her eyes.
"Yeah!" Of course you did! "Kronii and I are dating!" IRyS tilted her head, seeming confused, and her long ears twitched as she thought. That was kinda cute, actually—no! Focus.
"So?" she eventually says, shrugging. You're… not sure what that means. Did she not understand what being in a relationship meant? "Just because you're dating her now doesn't mean you can't stop." Her tone was… a little creepy, bordering on something dangerous as her hands gripped your forearms. She giggles, a thumb caressing your wrist. "After all, I think you could use a little more hope in your life, don't you think?" Again, that forceful look in her eyes…
You almost respond, and then you remember that IRyS is much stronger than you. Ten times stronger, easily—if you made her angry, she could break half the bones in your body in seconds. And there's no way she doesn't know that—while her grip on your arms was gentle, a bit of shifting made it clear that she wasn't going to allow you to back away any further. You try not to let the growing panic in your stomach show on your face. How were you going to get out of this?
"I can't do that to her." Your voice is stone, your eyes on IRyS to make your intentions clear. "She's dealing with a lot right now, and I need to be there for her." Your heartbeat pounds in your chest as you wait for her to process the reply—every second, you wait the pain to shoot up your nerves. But it doesn't come.
"Hm." She titls her head again, ears twitching. Again, a pause, waiting for the guillotine to descend. "I guess I didn't try hard enough?" she mumbles to herself. "Never done this before…" You're too afraid to point out that you can hear her, and just sit there, stock-still, as she continues thinking.
Then she surged forward and kisses you again. Her eyes are focused, and you feel something more than just her warm body on yours. As her tongue intertwines with yours, the fear fades from your mind, and you find yourself responding to her kiss openly, if not eagerly.
You barely even notice the shift as IRyS seizes the advantage, pushing you down onto the couch, her body looming over you. A curtain of wine-red hair cuts you off from the rest of the room, and dark spots float in your vision, oxygen deprivation showing its face.
Just in time, IRyS draws back, her tongue still hanging form her mouth—nearly twice as long as a human tongue, the forked tips playing against each other erotically.
"Whaddaya think now?" she asks palyfully, her grip loosening slightly. Before your thoughts can clear, she lets go of your hands, her own drifting downwards, pushing up your shirt and playing with the waist of your pants.
"You can't…" you gasp, pushing through the lust-filled mist. "Stop." The nephilim grins, unbuttoning your pants.
"You're right," she murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your jaw. "I can't stop, not now." Shit. You were fucked, weren't you? Quite literally, in this case.
She plants her hips on yours as she pulls down your pants, boxers going along with it. The strange lustful energy she was giving off had gotten you partially erect already—but she seemed disappointed you weren't already ready to pop.
"Hmph." She huffs, rising onto her knees in order to pull up her dress, revealing what felt like miles of naked, tanned skin, a bauty that made your heart catch in your throrat. Then, unhooking her bra, her breasts are revealed—the perfect size to fit in your hands, nipples erect from the cold air in the bunker quarters. Her panties go next, strands of wetness connecting them to her slit as she pulled them off.
"Fuck," you exhale as your cock pulses against her groin, your heartbeat clear in each rush of blood sent to your member.
"That's the plan!" she laughs, her figners tickling your dick as she made sure you were brougth to your full length. "By the time we're done, you'll be all mine." A minor shock runs through you at that—something's wrong here. But what? Yo ucan't put your finger on it.
"Hush." IRyS notices your confused look, laying a finger on your lips. She leans down, and breathes out a pink mist that clouds your thoughts. Wow, she was pretty… what were you worried about? "Now, let's get started.

"Anon?" Something was wrong. The door to the bunker was open—hanging off of its hinges, basically. It looked like somebody had forced their way in here. "Are you okay?"
A bark shocked her, nearly making her jump. Doggeroni Junior approached, sniffing at her hand as she greeted the pup, petting him idly. If he was still ehre, nothing bad could have happened, right?
Kronii continued down the steps, watching out for any sign of the stalker that had been tracking them. What the hell happened here? Everything was basically untouched.
"Nnah! Ah!" She immediately zeroes in on the sound. Moaning? Oh god. She breaks into a run, tracking the source of the sound easily.
"Fuck!" Another door—this one taken off its hinges carefully, as if whoever intruded didn't want to warn anybody. "What the hell is—" There. The moaning was coming from the side room there—the lounge where Anon was staying.
"Ah! Ffuck! Yes! Fuck yes!" Kronii turns the corner at speed, freezing in the doorway as she realizes what's happening.
IRyS is on top of Anon. More than that, they're naked, fucking on her couch without a care in the world. From the stains on the couch, it looked like they'd been at it for hours already—cum leaked from the nephilim's pussy, but she wasn't slowing down, their fingers interlaced as the embodiment of hope bounced on her boyfriend's hips—the man himself seemed in a daze, smiling vacantly as his eyes drifted around the ceiling.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kronii had half a mind to go and throw the slut off of her boyfriend, but… something gave her pause.
"H-huh?" The other woman's breath hitched, and her pace slowed—from frantic, hip-smashing bounces to a slow, sensual pace, almost like it was a subconscious effort for her. "Oh! Kronii! Hirys!" She waved happily, as if Kronii hadn't just walked in on her fucking her boyfriend.
"Explain. Now." She spit the words out. The only reason she hadn't already acted is because she was afraid Anon might get caught in the crossfire… right?
"Oh! RIght. Nn," she exhaled. "Right. I came by, and I saw Anon was bored, so—nnf!—I thoguht I could help him cheer up." She grinned at the warden, but her expression faltered for a moment as she stifled a squeak, her whole body quivering for a moment as she came.
"By fucking him?" she growled. One of her swords manifested itself in her hand, the cold metal grip familiar to her.
"Ah, relax," IRyS breathed, still grinning at her. "I just thought I should get to know your boyfriend, you know?" She shrugged, as if this was no big deal. "He just needed a little assistance to let hope inside his heart." The nephilim lay a hand on the man's chest, illustrating the point. "You don't mind, right?"
"Of course I do! He's my boyfriend, not a… a sex toy!" But… she couldn't deny that some part of this situation aroused her.
"Oh, is that what this is about." IRyS gasped, as if the revelation had just come to her. "Right, of course you need relief too. C'mere, I think he has a few more loads left in him." She beckoned the warden forward. "Unless you'd prefer the dog?" A bit of sadism shone in her grin, fangs flashing. For some reason, that aroused her even more, the sheer degradation of the idea.
"Fuck this," the warden murmured, raising her empty hand. Time slowed, and then stopped. She could just rewind all of this, go back to before the crazy half-demon broke into her bunker. That'd fix everything.
But… did she want to?

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Pub: 16 Sep 2021 11:25 UTC
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