The Grandcypher

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah... yeah, and yeah. They're pretty weird, but I don't know if that's worth wasting time over," Rimuru stated. In spite of his words, though, he didn't seem to lose interest entirely. There were a few positives to be taken from an approach to pair those two. Were those positives worth pursuing? After a few moments of silent contemplation, he came to a simple conclusion. "Hmm. Well, as much as I don't see the point... sure," he said by the time his thought process reached its end. At the very least, it could be an entertaining way to pass the time between quests. He doubted Kuroka would be willing to participate, considering how she was. He, however, had no such restrictions placed on himself... and he could get quite bored.

Meanwhile, Giyu's gaze finally shifted away from himself for a moment. Tamamo murmured a hesitant response to his greeting, but soon enough met his gaze and completed some semblance of a clause. What did she mean, though? When he spoke, he surely didn't mean for the question to be taken that way... though he also didn't seem to mind regardless. Before he could even consider offering a retort, Tamamo approached and trailed a finger along his exposed upper body. He wouldn't voice a complaint about this, nor would his expression change even now. However, the young man within this Avatar remained conscious enough to make a few decisions of his own. There wasn't much movement made at all, apart from eyes that traveled the Kitsune's form now that she could be found in such close proximity again. "Not what I meant, but fine."

[Apollymi]

"Given what we've seen of them, yes. It's definitely worth it, seeing them happy is a personal goal of mine..." mentioned the girl. Her brother always seemed a bit helpless. Whether he was or not wasn't really important. In this case, she could see to it, he had a proper outlet for his social habits with someone he could share himself with, and she could be happy to have been part of that. Considering the sacrifices he made for her in their previous life, she considered this a way to take care of him. Especially once she realized that the girl in question, liked him and was by all accounts a stellar person. "YOSH! Welcome aboard!" she said after hearing that this lad would at least participate, she extended a hand to him, to shake on their obvious arrangement. Kuroka studied these two and found it strange, but she figured that many strange happenings were upon this ship and she had no desire to do anything other than observe.

In the meantime, Tamamo had stumbled through some kind of reply, only to be met by the empty eyes of Giyu. He'd go on to claim that he'd not meant his previous statement the way she'd taken it, which only caused the Kitsune to shrug as his eyes traveled her form. "Well, I definitely meant to answer it that way. And other ways," she mentioned as she changed the direction of that finger from down his torso to up it. She'd been distracted by her own thoughts so hard, she probably would have heard any sentence and taken it out of context from this lad. She realized this, but felt no need to mention that in the moment, they'd come here for other reasons. Still, her finger was making contact with his person, but her mind had gone far beyond that movement. In her head, she'd turned his face towards her own, pulled him into her body, slipped her tongue into his mouth, aimed to claim this version of him for herself. But that wasn't what she was here for. . . What was it again? Breakfast. That's right! She'd come here to give him breakfast. "See something you like? Or are we having breakfast?" she asked of the lad, while licking her lips. Of course, this statement was as flirtatious as all others ones made by this fox lass. She truly did mean to offer the lad just his breakfast, it probably wouldn't matter, he was less drawn in by her flirty words than his counterpart, she could likely rest easy.

[Bloodedge]

This girl who claimed to be the odd male's sister may have been clinically insane. If she was, though, that was all the more interesting. The Slime reached out to accept the offered handshake, solidifying their agreement and whatever involvement he was to have. Oddly, he knew no specifics about this organized effort to force a relationship. That didn't matter, though. "Hai hai. With the Great Rimuru helping, the plan will never fail!" he exclaimed. As for this group breakfast to be shared, he would be skipping. Rather... he'd take an egg or two, and simply absorb them into his body for later consumption.

That finger of Tamamo's took a new path in the opposite direction, all while Giyu's gaze continued to shift about. It was only natural that she would return to such methods. In fact, it was within expectation that she'd answer the way she did, whether she took his question wrong or not. What other ways did she have in mind for responding, though? Options were aplenty, but Tamamo's choices were not as clear as most would have been. With that same indifferent expression upon his face, Giyu kept his ear open during the duo of questions offered to him. Did he see something he like, she asked. Would they instead be having breakfast, she asked afterwards. He could answer one question, or perhaps even both. Perhaps she even knew what his answer would be normally... but would she have it in her to interpret said answer, after consideration had been given? Giyu was no simple Oni; he was something beyond, and that single egg they shared earlier could have lasted him several days if he desired. Alternatively, he could consume several pounds of food in one sitting.

"Yes," was his answer in the end. After processing both questions properly, and considering the intention potentially offered by the Kitsune, it was the only true answer he could give.

[Apollymi]

Was Yumi insane? Not really. She was meddlesome and rambunctious, but she was genuine in how she dealt with everyone, especially her brother. She felt the need to help him in his inadequacies and as such she'd do her best to see him hooked up with a girl he obviously liked and who was obviously good for him. "Rimuru, huh? Very nice. We have group meetings about the pair of them, keep an eye out for odd behavior and you'll get a vote in on our dealings. Most recently we set them up in the Captain's Quarters on the ship. That took some doing..." she said with a firm nod. The lad had met her handshake so she took her hand back. All the while Kuroka watched. She had a pretty good understanding of this young woman who she knew to be Aiba Yumi, even without having met her before. She didn't think the older teens needed help, but everyone needed hobbies in this new world, so she wouldn't spoil their fun.

Speaking of fun, the two questions asked by Tamamo were given a great deal of consideration by Giyu. It was strange for her, going from being able to read the thoughts across his face to having to give him a second or two extra of consideration before she acted. Even so, she didn't really pull herself away from him at all. She was already allowing her mind to wander, she didn't need to eat more but she would because she liked to. She could also and more than likely, would rather spend some time indulging in this new Avatar of his. Her appetites were known at least in theory and she'd done nothing but flirt since she'd been born. Of course, she had no intention of being demanding or pushy only to take advantage of openings presented to her. Speaking of those, his answer to her inquiry was... yes?! Ah, that was open ended. Did he realize that she made such offers and inquiries in the way she did, to give him an out? Did he not wish to take it? Well, there were obvious hangups that his other self had, but did this one maintain them? She was about to find out. Tamamo leaned into lad, pressing her chest against him and nuzzling herself into the left side of his neck. Tamamo couldn't resist taking a bit in this moment and flicked his earlobe with her tongue before she began speaking. When words left her mouth, they were aimed directly into his ear. It was a soft whisper, a flirtation, but also a warning. "If you answer me like that... I'll be inclined to have you for breakfast."

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, Rimuru had signed himself up for quite a lot. Not only was this group hellbent on pairing those two, but they were also taking it to such an extent that there were meetings. Was there really a need for such intensity? Sure, those two were clearly strange... but this seemed like a bit much. Whatever the case, he was mostly involved for the sake of his own entertainment anyway. So long as he got that out of it, he didn't particularly care what else happened.

The amount of forwardness found in Tamamo was met in kind by Giyu, and he was infinitely curious to know how she would react to it. Naturally, there was a single type of rebuttal she would have as determined by her methods thus far, but the specifics were a bit of a mystery. Her approach was anything but rejected, even as Giyu continued to appear unconcerned by everything around him. Regardless of his outward expressions, or lack thereof, there remained a minor shift in the beat of his heart that moment a tongue met his earlobe. The statement which followed struck his ear like a threat, though not one of an offensive nature. Regardless of its purpose, a threat was a threat... and he was one to rise to the occasion. "I said what I said," he stated bluntly. He had no intention of stopping whatever inclination the Kitsune had. Even the source code of this Avatar accepted her as a close companion, and the owner of this body held her in even higher regards. If she had intentions of any sort, she was free to seek them as she saw fit.

[Apollymi]

What an interesting moment Tamamo was experiencing. She was quite certain that she left several moments up to the lad before her instead of pushing him out of his perceived comfort zone. That being said, this new form of him was content to meet the things she said, in intriguing ways. She'd been content to flirt and have fun simply being pressed against this new flesh. But strangely this lad didn't shrink away from her advances. No, this version of him simply made a statement which in her own mind could only be taken as a challenge. Well, this lass didn't back down from a challenge in any form, what was more, if he thought to challenge her words without moving away then... it's was tantamount to giving her permission to seek what she wished from this lad. She didn't pull back from him in his moment, in fact the tails at her back seemed to bristle with excitement. Now she could settle into what she was doing. Her tongue flicked over the soft flesh of his neck before she began pressing her lips gently over his flesh, across his jaw until she reached his lips. Once here, there was a devious light in her eyes as she had one more thing to say, "Then we'll have each other for breakfast~" she mused as she pressed her lips into his. She'd find it fairly easy to sink into such an endeavor, and her words referenced the fact that she'd offered to feed him. If he was going along with her own reference for feeding then it was her body which was on the menu, not that she minded this at all, considering her earlier morning activities this sort of thing was obviously just something she wanted.

[Bloodedge]

The dichotomy between these two was noteworthy. Whereas Tamamo left Giyu numerous openings to pull away, he left those same openings for her to push forward. Reason should have demanded a continuous stalemate between them, but there were just enough variables in the equation that everything worked out toward their mutual benefit. Speaking of mutual benefit, Giyu contained a memory of his previous self from the moments leading up to his creation. Goosed skin brought about by the Kitsune's tongue and mouth served as a temporary distraction from this train of thought, though it remained nonetheless. She had something to say when her mouth finally made it to the level of his own after that climb up his neck and jaw─ something tantalizing. Whether Giyu had a retort this time or not, though, he was immediately rendered incapable. His lips were manually sealed by another pair not his own, but that was fine. He, too, had a rather easy time finding comfort in this moment, all in spite of the fact that his face told no take of it. His lips pursed against Tamamo's, and his hands took hold of her sides as he took a few steps to his side. It was his intention to guide the pair of them, until he could put them in a position where Tamamo's rear was against the sink counter. All the while, he continued holding his lips against hers.

[Apollymi]

This pair of individuals would now be found kissing rather easily. If Tamamo was worried at all about whether or not this lad was interested in the activity at large, the fact that his hands were soon found around her made the thought disappear. When this situation was considered from an outside perspective, the lack of change in the lad's visage might have been hard to interpret. But, given Tamamo's own interest and the way she achieved clarity, she was able to push past any misgivings. As their lips remained pressed together, she seemed to have no problems with their progress. Much to her surprise, it wasn't her who began to move them, instead, Giyu took several steps which would have the lass going along with him. Eventually her rear would be found against the sink counter top and when this happened her face shifted in surprise. Oh? Where was this going? Her mind raced with possibilities. She was a degenerate after all, and had no intention of stopping the lad from exploring her as she was fairly certain he allowed her the same freedom. Still, her mind burned with anticipation as her body reacted both to the physical stimulus and the possibilities. She'd be found in a moment of increased desire, more so than when she'd been making playful suggestions before. She slipped her right hand up to hold the side of his face, while her left slid over his shoulders, exploring the texture of his skin.

[Bloodedge]

Acceptance of movement was a first step which benefited Giyu's intentions. Though Giyu himself had no ulterior motives, the lad in control most certainly did. Space was made between lips, but was shortly followed by a repeated collision between orifices while his grip on Tamamo's sides became firmer. What would he do with this grasp of greater intensity? Well, he would have the Kitsune lifted and sat atop the bathroom counter, freeing his hands to travel down onto her thighs. Her kimono granted him easy enough access to the space underneath, so those hands moved their way back up until landing upon the bare space above Tamamo's thigh-highs. While he rubbed the flesh he found there, he separated his lips from hers once again. Further down he moved, applying his lips to her flesh in a manner that opposed her earlier treatment of him. He pecked her jawline and neck in sequence, moving inch by inch with each moment of contact, all the way down to her exposed collarbone and the space just beneath it.

[Apollymi]

Tamamo was moved quite a bit, she couldn't help but wonder what this lad's exact motivations were. That being said, she had absolutely no intention of stopping him from pursuing whatever goal he had in mind for this interaction. Imagine her surprise when the grip the lad had on her sides became firmer than it had been before. And rather suddenly, she was lifted onto the counter top. A small squeal escaped her lips before the were immediately covered once again by Giyu's. She kissed him back with great force, seeming to enjoy this more than she could mention. But there was more to come, soon enough the lad had hands on the exposed flesh of her thighs. Another small but muffled sound escaped her but soon enough the lad's mouth left her own. Everywhere his lips traveled her skin tingled beneath. A flush came to her face as he found the space her collarbones. Had her skin always been this sensitive? Probably. But now she could feel everything and enjoy the feeling of this attention. "Ooh!~" a small moan escaped her lips as her body shifted to grant him easier access. In the moment she could even feel the start of moisture building below her waist the type that would have stained underwear... had she been wearing any. . .

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Giyu would soon be encountering a curiosity of epic proportions. Moans and the like were simple signs of approval which fueled further advances, but he was fated to discover something else. As his hands continued traveling up the flesh of Tamamo's thighs, they eventually found their place upon her hips beneath that kimono. Strangely, he had yet to feel anything but skin against his palm. That wasn't right; he should have at least felt the additional fabric of undergarments against his fingertips, if nothing else. Had Tamamo discarded hers in preparation for this meeting? There was no display of magic that he was privy to, so maybe she did away with them on her way to their room. Alternatively... maybe she never had them in the first place. Either way, there was an amount of access that could not be ignored, and he had no intentions of ignoring it either. His lips continued applying themselves to her flesh while he moved down, a curved line of slightly dampened pecks being applied to the Kitsune's mostly-exposed bosom while his hands returned to her thighs. He would have her legs spread by his own hands, one of which would then forge a path toward her nether. A simple bout of nub-rubbing would occur, but that was far from his intended focus for the time being.

[Apollymi]

The point of curiosity which was reached by Giyu was one which Tamamo herself barely registered. It was true that she wasn't wearing undergarments, but she hadn't simply done away with them as one might think. The truth of the matter was, the creation of this particular Avatar came without that particular piece of fabric. And she considered it was because this world had no idea what kind of undergarments to give a girl with as many tails as Kitsune possessed. The truth of the matter was, the development of a being such as Tamamo came with the attached soul of the person she'd been before and that person made such a decision for her. Even so, the feeling of Giyu's hands rubbing against her bare hips was enough to make the lass swoon. Each movement of his lips down her mostly exposed chest had her shifting, her clothing falling more and more open around her to accommodate his actions. Ah, but her mind raced. As he moved his intentions were still unclear, there were so many options and with each press of his lips her body was giving more anticipation and more reason to wander. There was nothing but delight to be found in this lass as he carried on. What was more her legs were soon spread apart by strong hands granting him access to her exposed nether. What would he do with this access? Well that much was obvious, he began to rub betwixt her legs at her most sensitive point. For a young woman whose mind traveled to perversion always, the idea of someone else stimulating her so being made in to a reality was euphoric. Each movement of his hand would send tingles up the lass' spine causing her tails and ears to twitch with satisfaction. Her eyes closed briefly and she exhaled a gasp, as she bit down on her bottom lip exposing one of her fangs. How as she supposed to deny such pleasure? The answer was... she wouldn't, no because of all the things she knew about the lad before her. She knew there was more to come.

[Bloodedge]

Tamamo would not be wondering for very long at all. There was a bit of leeway, though. As more of her torso became exposed by fault of her kimono falling bit by bit, Giyu found more flesh to offer his lips' attention to. Eventually, he even found her nipple and gave it a flick of the tongue, a pull from the lips, and a slight nip of the teeth. Ah, but he was digressing. The movements of his finger were continued as he furthered his downward movement, stopping only when his head found its place betwixt her thighs. He could offer nothing equivalent to what Tamamo herself had done in that temple, but he could go a single step beyond. Giyu's hand dropped just slightly, freeing enough space for his tongue to reach that nub in his place. Having consumed as much pornographic material as he had, he was certain that warm, damp muscle could offer superior sensation, and that was his goal. His tongue moved timidly at first, merely applying lapping motions until he became adjusted to a flavor unlike any other. Once that brief adjustment period was over, though, the tongue of Giyu never removed itself, and took a pattern of continuous, circular rubbing. This was far stranger than he imagined it would be during the first experience, yet he hadn't a single issue with it. In fact, he could probably call it something he enjoyed already.

[Apollymi]

Shock! There was nothing but absolute surprise in Tamamo's form as her nipple was flicked by the tongue of the Oni before her. Imagine, how much greater that became when the lad's mouth closed around it. It was nice, warm, strangely, caused extra tingles throughout her body. It wasn't surprising that the girl that she enjoyed such stimulation. After all, she was known to fondle her own bosom while exploring herself. Having this lad's mouth upon her only seemed to increase potential pleasure, which when combined with the movements of his hand were enough to keep her head tilted backward. Oh, but he wouldn't stay there too long. A noise which might have counted as protest escaped from the pink haired lass as his mouth released her, but that wouldn't last long...

'WHAT?!' she thought she couldn't be surprised by any further thing, but after Giyu made his lips move down her body, and moved his fingers down just a tad before his face took up residence between her thighs. She opened her eyes in this moment and looked down to find the lad buried between her thighs and felt the first of his tentative licks at her core. "Wa...aaah!~" she might have properly protested or maybe that wasn't it at all. Instead the sensation only furthered itself as he became more comfortable. But how did this feel to the lass, she'd ingested many forms of media that showed this sort of thing, but never did she realize the difference between the sensation of fingers and that of the warmth and moisture provided by another's tongue. Ah, but it wasn't just that either, she found the gentle swirling of that muscle to be quite a bit of an improvement, and she'd not had any complaints to start with. Her thighs clinched slightly as her entire face flushed intensely, she could already feel that pressure building below her waist. She didn't want to surrender to such pleasure, but she couldn't well fight against it either. Her right hand would soon be found on the head of the Oni buried in his hair, while her left held the counter top for dear life. If she had thoughts of escape, she had no where to run, not that she did... she was having far too much fun.

[Bloodedge]

Strange and stranger yet was the feeling Giyu had within as his tongue swirled about. Oddly, he found himself lightheaded as he progressed, though not in any unacceptable way. Perhaps some of the fault was in the fact that his mind was already blanking, as if his instincts were activated and forcing his hand in a way. He would soon enough advance his efforts as well, making use of the hand previously abandoned. His forefinger was good enough to make its way further down the Kitsune's crevice, until it located an opening that it slipped its way into gradually. Yes, that would do nicely while his tongue glided up and down the very same path taken by his finger, ending just above said finger before making its way back to its starting point. All the while, his finger was thrusting lightly in a way that forced its insertion bit by bit with every forward movement. Curious eyes rose from his current task. It seemed as if, in spite of his distant visage, he had a desire to view the fruits of his labor. The hand upon his head was a start, but that wasn't quite enough.