Chapter Text
Gone were the excited moans and the wet slapping of flesh.
The only sound filling out the bedroom now was a duet of slow, satisfied panting.
Megumin slid off of Kazuma’s spent length and stared tenderly at his awkward, exhausted expression.
In this blissful moment atop the bedsheets, basking in the warm afterglow, surrounded by the litter of clothes they’d cast aside in the—rather successful—pursuit of becoming one, the girl had only one thing to say:
“Why are you in our closet again, Darkness?”
A poorly-stifled cry spilled from the door in the corner of the room.
“I don’t have the energy right now to drag you out, so could you please show some humility and just come out on your own?” Megumin insisted.
A suspenseful pause…
Then the door creaked open, revealing the voyeur who was stowed away in the shadows.
Not only was she blushing profusely, but she was also clearly in the middle of fixing her pajama pants.
“It’s gotten that bad, huh…?” Megumin sighed, “What am I supposed to do with the two of you?”
“Wha—Why am I getting dragged into this!?” Kazuma yelped.
“If she were to pounce on you, I sense that Scumzuma would find a way to conveniently fall for her charms. Especially since… Darkness, you’re not ready to give up on him, are you?”
Their voyeur pulled her hands close to her chest, trying to protect the heart that felt like it could burst at any moment. And instead of answering, she just lowered her head in shame.
Her silence said everything.
Megumin took a moment to deliberate… then a few more.
As the seconds stretched on, Darkness grew more and more uncomfortable—eventually deciding to shuffle her way to the door.
“S-Sorry for, um… I’ll just—”
“Hold on,” The younger girl called out.
Darkness was well aware that she’d gone way overboard. And now, her friend was surely going to chew her out worse than Kazuma ever did. She already felt like crying.
“It's troubling that you still have such strong feelings for him,” Megumin explained, “but, Darkness… you’re still my friend. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I won’t bear to watch as you revert back to your old ways—only this time, worsened by heartbreak—impulsively bedding the sleaziest noble you find on the street, entering wedlock out of guilt for giving him your first time, and then losing your family’s fortune to his gambling.”
“H-Hey! Why are you already deciding my future?”
“Were you listening to me? I just said I won’t bear to see that. As your good friend, I’ll do my best to prevent it, even if that means…” The mage trailed off, seeming to be mustering her courage.
“Just so you know, I’m never going to let you make love to my dearest, but… I’m sure we can find a way to accommodate that overwhelming libido of yours.”
The crusader perked up, unsure if she understood what Megumin was saying. She concentrated on listening intently, making sure she hadn’t been imagining anything, her eyes flitting between the stern smaller woman and the—now absolutely bewildered—man that they were rivals over.
“For starters, you seem awfully interested in little Excalibur here…” Megumin motioned to the limp shaft that laid beside her, “I think… I’d… be willing to let you have a taste.”
“Wait, what are you saying!? I d-don’t want that!” Kazuma cut in.
“Is that so? Then tell me you aren’t attracted to Miss Lalatina—and please don’t lie.”
His mouth opened and closed dumbly, like a fish.
Darkness, too, was stunned. Numerous embarrassing dreams—all of which involving Kazuma, nudity, and a physical closeness far too intimate for their current friendship—echoed around in her mind. The mere thought of bringing any one of them to reality was triumphing over the immense heartache that this whole situation brought on.
“Megumin, a-are you sure?” Darkness, stammered, still teetering on disbelief.
The mage nodded curtly.
“Then… I-I’d be honored.”
“Wait, no! I’m not ready!” Kazuma cried “Megumin, this isn’t right! How can you just pimp me out like this!?”
“Why are you whining? You know my body isn’t your type!”
“Eh—Wha? No, but it is! It really is!”
While they bickered, Darkness was already on the move, letting her instincts guide her. The mess inside her head wasn't going to do her any good anyways, so she just let the radiance of the holy sword beckon her ever closer.
The knight was soon off of the floor, then at the foot of the bed, then crawling atop the mattress—locked onto Kazuma’s glistening rod like a cat stalking its prey. By the time Megumin noticed, Darkness was well within strike distance
“Wait-not like that—!”
She pounced.
She—being Megumin.
After a burst of of panic, she had the bigger girl pinned on her back, atop the mattress.
“I’ll grant you a taste—just one, and only one—but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it!" Megumin asserted.
She paused, taking a breath and letting her words linger, then brought herself upright.
"Beyond my possessiveness as his girlfriend, I can’t have him mingling with loose women. So I need you to show me that you’re as dedicated to him as I already am. Do you think you can handle that?"
The mage drifted a hand down her naked body and to her crotch, murmuring, "Do you think you can, for example…?”
With a finger, she scooped a morsel of stickiness—the lovers' secretions, intermingled—from her blushing folds.
Megumin didn’t exactly have a plan here—she was mostly just showing off to vent her frustrations. But seeing her finger glistening lewdly, and seeing who it was pointing towards, she was quickly brought back to her senses.
As for Darkness—the sight of this girl looking down at her, ready to degrade her with such a nasty, humiliating blend of fluids, caused a bit of anger to well up inside.
Only for it be diffused just as quickly. It wasn’t from a man, nor from a monster, but this type of treatment… This was what clouded the rest of her dreams—the ones that left her hot and bothered. The only missing piece was that Megumin wasn’t evil.
…Or was she?
In far too little time, Darkness easily imagined the younger girl scamming people out of pocket change. Or stealing someone’s food. Or—
The knight shivered. Its effects were immediate, sparking a familiar ember in her core.
And staring intently at that dripping finger, she unconsciously wetted her lips. It was a perfect opportunity to show what she was worth—show her honorable, selfless dedication to her crush—while also forcing herself into that lovely space between pain and pleasure.
But right as she was gathering her resolve—
“Ah, sorry… that was too far…” Megumin admitted, beginning to stand up, “You don’t need to force yours—eh?”
The foot she was putting her weight on had suddenly discovered her missing panties. And though the soft cloth against the soft bedsheets was slippery indeed, it shouldn’t have been enough to upset her balance… except this was after Kazuma had already left her weak in the legs.
Megumin was quickly back onto her knees—her crotch settling right before Darkness’ eyes, almost pressing against the blonde's nose.
Dedication.
Darkness was confident that she had such a thing, and out of fear of this chance slipping away, she was going to prove it.
Does a crusader shy away when it's her people, her friends, or—most of all—her beloved on the line?
No. She lifts her head, takes pride in who she is, and stands her ground. A true knight like Darkness fights to the bitter end.
“Darkness!? What do you—Ouugh!?”
Or rather, after lifting her head to meet the mage’s lower lips—to the bitter, salty, and mildly sweet end.
Once Darkness captured that first taste, her mind lit up in excitement.
The knowledge of whose it was—in part—blossomed an intoxicating warmth throughout her chest. Searching for more, her tongue reached out, slipping further into the mage’s hot, wet womanhood.
A shock went up Megumin’s spine as her still sensitive parts were met with a warm combination of slimy prodding and puffs of air. A part of her wanted to believe that this was all just an unfortunate accident—only for her breath to catch as she was reminded it wasn’t.
The other girl's tongue was vividly swirling around inside, licking up anything it could find. Megumin's skin broke into tingles, hot with shame. And so, before it could escalate any further, she finally found the sense to simply tip over and slip from the knight’s reach.
Darkness—realizing all too abruptly what she’d done—flew off the bed, scurried out through the door, and rushed back to her room.
Once she’d left, a silence fell over the room.
“Damn…” Kazuma spoke out. “That was hot.”
Megumin turned to glare at him, and then—
“Ow! Hey! Stop it! I know you’re strong, but why does a pillow hurt so much?”
She just kept on whapping him, refusing to speak. The humiliation was just too much—she was struggling to even process what happened.
Maybe the hardest part of all was that, deep inside, she couldn’t help but admit…
It didn’t feel bad.