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Phantasy of the Heart	By : Yumberduddle Category: +M through R > Phantasy Star Views: 2331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

"Our destination is significantly distant. It will be approximately six hours before our arrival even at top speed," Demi announced to everyone sitting in the cockpit of the Land Rover. "I can pilot this magnificent vehicle adequately alone, and do not need sleep, so this may be an excellent opportunity for the rest of you to rest."

She said it to the entire group, but Alys knew that Demi's concern was mostly for Alys. Rika and Gryz were both weary, but had found moments to rest since...since the incident. Alys, on the other hand, had not had a full hour's sleep since...she didn't know how long it had been. How many hours had it been since she, Rika, Hahn, Gryz, and...and Chaz...had assaulted Zio's castle? She didn't know. More than a day, that much was certain. Over two days now, perhaps? It was hard to keep track of at this point. She was so tired, but she couldn't rest, not for a moment, not while Chaz was on his deathbed.

It was her fault. Alys gritted her teeth and curled her hand into a fist, not for the first time. It had been all her fault. Her group had reached the heart of Zio's fortress, and freed the android woman Demi from Zio's bonds. Then Zio had appeared before them, and had attacked the enemy nearest to him: Chaz. And Alys...

She slammed her fist down against her seat's armrest, hard. Hard enough to hurt. Good. She deserved it, a thousand times over. Alys had sprung into action when Zio unleashed his deadly attack, but...not before, for a split second, the briefest moment imaginable, she looked to Rika to ensure that the woman she loved was safe. And that was all it had taken. That one nanosecond's hesitation out of love had made her too late. Chaz had been too slow to dodge himself, and Alys was a moment too late to put herself between Zio and her partner. Chaz had taken the full brunt of Zio's power, and collapsed.

Things were a blur after that, really. Someone, Alys supposed it must have been Rika, had magicked them out of the fortress. Chaz was put in a bed and attended to immediately, but it was obvious that he would not last long without help far greater than what Hahn could provide. And now, Alys and her comrades were in a race against time.

(Please, Rune), she prayed privately, (please, please be at Ladea Tower...)

Rune was Chaz's only hope, Alys knew it. Whatever Zio had hit Chaz with, it was nightmarish and otherworldly, like nothing she had ever seen in all her years of hunting. And if she hadn't seen it, then she doubted just about anyone else had. Only someone old, someone who had had the time and lifestyle to have seen more of what the world and galaxy could offer than even the premier Hunter Alys, could possibly know what the darkness eating away at Chaz's life was, and how to stop it. Alys knew Rune had lived a long, long time, hundreds of years maybe, and had seen many things and knew many forgotten remedies and spells to heal. He was their only chance of saving Chaz before it was too late. No doubt Rune could also help them get past that magical barrier in Zio's fortress, and to defeat Zio, but right now, Alys's only thought was saving Chaz from the untimely death that she had brought upon him.

If only Alys had recognized the potential danger as being too great for her rookie partner, and had had him stay behind. If only Alys had spent more time teaching her instead of thinking to have him develop his own style of combat, he might have been quick enough to dodge Zio's attack. If only Alys had decided not to take on this task to begin with. If only Alys hadn't taken Chaz under her wing in the first place, had ignored the young man when she first met him and let him continue living out his life as he was--a no-good city punk, but one that would not have ever been anywhere near Zio. And if only, if *only*, Alys had not been so focused on Rika's safety at that crucial moment...!

Exhausted from over a day's worth of fights, trekking, worrying, and fast-paced recent events, Alys drifted off into a troubled sleep.

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All for nothing. They had raced across the globe to find Rune...for absolutely nothing. By the time the group had found Rune and helped him to acquire the Psycho-Wand, Chaz had been dead for half a day. They had teleported to his bed immediately, only to find the room quiet, Hahn sitting in a chair with his head in his hands, a bed sheet gently pulled over Chaz's still face.

"I did everything I could," Hahn had said softly as Alys collapsed to her knees by her dead partner. "But he didn't have the strength to fight it any longer...I don't think anyone could have been strong enough to hold out against it."

Even though they were wracked with grief, Chaz's friends and allies didn't delay his burial. Rune had pointed out that with a power so dangerous and dark as what had killed Chaz, no chances should be taken. Numbly Alys agreed, and soon they watched as a hastily purchased casket was gently lowered into the ground. Gryz was quiet, betraying nothing, as always, while Rune looked on with casual, but sincere, regret. He'd only briefly known Chaz, and they hadn't gotten along, but Rune was a good man, probably the best Alys had ever known, and he still had the compassion and respect to mourn her partner's passing. Hahn stood, looking almost as devastated as Alys felt, which made sense...she blamed herself, and he blamed himself to at least some degree, convinced that it was some fault in his care that had kept Chaz from holding on long enough for Rune to come to the rescue. Saya held Hahn tightly, as though her embrace alone could convince him that it wasn't his fault. Demi had only just met Chaz at the moment he was struck down, but she still helped by gently holding Rika against her as the catlike girl wept piteously at the loss of her friend. Alys was grateful for the surprising humanity in the android, because Alys couldn't stand to comfort Rika herself right now. In fact, she...she didn't even want to be near her.

Instead, Alys simply kneeled at the marker for Chaz's fresh grave silently, offering no prayer, no vows, no statements of any kind. She stayed like that long after the sun set, and the rest had left to return to Hahn's dwelling. She just stayed there, wrapped in anguish and guilt, barely able to even form a real thought.

Finally, hours later, when the stars shone above and the night had grown cold, Rune came out and approached her. "Alys, come inside. Sleep. We have much to do tomorrow, and we need you capable for it."

"What...am I doing?" Alys asked him, without looking up.

"Alys?"

I met Chaz in a far-off city...he was just a no-good street punk, but I saw something in him. I knew...I knew he could be great," Alys said to her old friend. "I knew that he could be a hunter almost as good as me."

"He had potential, but let's not get carried away. He was no Alys Brangwin, and he wasn't ever going to be," Rune remarked. He was old enough and experienced enough that he had a good handle on what a person was capable of, and he wasn't in the habit of sugar-coating things.

Alys ignored him. "I thought I would take him on as an apprentice, and then a partner. I figured that if I could just give him the training he needed, show him how to put his innate skills to work, he could earn some honest money, and live comfortably. I tried to make his life better...all I did was make it shorter."

"Money, huh..." Rune repeated. "Do you really think Chaz followed you just for money?"

Alys was silent for a moment, and Rune continued. "If you hadn't picked him up and given him purpose, Chaz would have lived a long, hard life doing nothing worthwhile, and at its end, he would have lay on his deathbed and wondered what it was all for, why his life never had a point. Instead, you gave him friendship, and taught him the satisfaction of helping others and earning his living, and as a result, Chaz died early, but died knowing he was doing something meaningful for the good of others." Rune turned to leave as he asked, "Which do you think Chaz would choose? Do you think fighting technique was the only thing he learned from you?"

"I..."

Rune strode off, but stopped and turned back for one moment more, his tone forceful, almost angry. "You better think it over!"

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Alys had gone back inside soon after that. She didn't really feel any better about what had happened, but she knew Rune was right. Chaz had been a hunter, a great one. And a hunter wasn't afraid of death, and a great hunter hoped that theirs would at least come while they were doing good. She at least didn't feel guilty for taking Chaz under her wing any more, and she didn't feel guilty for giving him the chance to come with her that day to do whatever he could to help them stop Zio.

But in the inn room they shared, when Rika tried to approach Alys, speaking with brave cheer about what made her glad to be out in the world...Alys turned coldly away from her, and told her that she was tired and didn't want to hear it. Surprised and wounded, Rika had shrunk back like a chastised puppy, and apologized. It gave Alys a strange sensation...she felt guilty and terrible for hurting the one she loved, especially when it was clear that Rika had been trying to tell her something that she thought would help. But at the same time, there was some dark, malicious satisfaction that ran through Alys at seeing the woman hurt, something that thought, (Good. Serves her right.)

Because even if Alys had accepted that it wasn't her own fault for bringing Chaz into the situation, for making him a Hunter to begin with, she still blamed herself, and Rika, for his death. If she hadn't been so concerned for Rika at that moment, she could have made it in time to take that attack in Chaz's place. If she hadn't loved Rika so dearly, had been able to help her instinct to stay close to her and watch over her...it was Alys's fault, and it was Rika's fault for making Alys love her.

(I should have listened to myself), Alys had told herself bitterly as she climbed into bed, and Rika meekly crawled, for the first time in a while, into a separate one. (I was right from the start. Saya taught me that love led only to suffering in the end...I was a fool to think otherwise again).

And that was how it had been for a few days. Before Chaz's death, Alys had made love to Rika every night, and few days had passed during which they had not stolen away to have an extra bit of fun. But since Chaz had passed away, Alys had had nothing to do with Rika. Whenever the pink-haired woman tried to talk to her in any way, even openly in front of the group, Alys ignored her, or coldly told her that she was not interested in hearing what she had to say. If Rika tried to touch her, Alys jerked away from her. And in battle, they stayed separated, watching and supporting one another no more than they did any other teammate.

It all meant nothing, Alys told herself. She had gotten a reminder of just how much love could hurt her, and she was done with it. It was too bad that it hurt Rika's feelings, but Alys no longer cared. She didn't feel her heart twisting in two each time she cut Rika off, nor did she agonize over what the woman had been about to say. She didn't miss Rika's touch at all; any woman could warm her bed just as well, and the only reason she hadn't invited some random trollop to have some fun was just that they had been too busy for such things, that was all. And battle felt just as thrilling and exhilarating as it always had, and she was just as effective a fighter alone; enemies had just had an unusual lucky streak lately.

Yes, all of these things were most definitely true, no question.

For the next couple days, the team delayed from their purpose. They investigated another technological ruin, which handily enough provided Demi with some extra firepower, and then took on a Hunter job to find a missing dog. Rune had raised an eyebrow at this shift in priorities, and Gryz had outright said it was a waste of time, but Alys had just given them a look. She needed to do this...needed to find something good to do for others, something personal which she could see the benefit of. Saving Motavia from Zio was a worthy goal, of course, but at that moment, she needed to be able to see the happy expression of a child whose dog has returned to her. Somehow, seeing and feeling the good of her work as a Hunter helped to heal her a little...this was the purpose in life that she had given Chaz, if only for a short time, and at that moment, it did feel like it could be worth it.

But now the time for delay was over. The party relaxed this evening at the inn of Termi. They could have bedded at any town for the night, since a simple teleportation spell would bring them in the morning to Zio's castle, but Rune had asked that it be Termi. Alys had thought it might be nice to spend the night in her own home, perhaps look over the belongings Chaz had left there, but she granted Rune his wish. He hadn't said why, but Alys suspected it had to do with the town's dedication to the legendary hero Alis, and the fact that Rune had not budged from the foot of the statue since arriving, even though the sun was now fully set and the stars had emerged, implied that she was correct. The rest of the party was nearby. Gryz had retired to his room early, where he was no doubt either polishing his axe or getting some extra rest. Either way, it was his way of preparing for the following day, when they would once again face off against Zio. Demi was sitting in the inn's lobby, observing the coming and going of guests with a pleasant expression on her face. She seemed to greatly enjoy the company of people, even strangers...what a strangely personable android she was. Rika was...no, Alys reminded herself, she didn't care where Rika was at the moment.

As for Alys herself, she was having a drink in the lounge, and frowning to herself. Tomorrow they would be attacking Chaz's killer, and the most dangerous opponent Alys had come across to date. She would need to be at her very best, with no distractions. They all would have to be, of course, but she especially. She couldn't allow what had happened to Chaz to happen to anyone else. She would have to be completely alert, at her top speed, as strong as she could be. And that meant one thing:

She had to get laid tonight.

She took another sip of her drink, its caustic strength not even making her flinch. Sexual frustration was a minor distraction, but even a minor distraction might be fatal tomorrow. She had always kept herself well-satisfied as a Hunter, for years with the occasional random pretty face she met on a job or during her free time, and then recently with Rika. She missed Rika's touch--no, she revised immediately, she missed a woman's touch, any woman, not just Rika's. Why was she thinking of Rika? She didn't need to think about Rika. She was done with Rika, because she was done with love. So right now, any woman would do. Even if she wasn't as beautiful, as perfect a partner as--

Alys stood up suddenly, angry with herself. (Stop thinking about Rika!) she screamed at herself internally. (You're just horny, and she was the last person you slept with. That's all it is. Any other attractive woman will do just as well!) And she could get any other woman, easily. She was Alys Brangwin, for goodness' sake! Top Hunter, peerless fighter, and shameless lady killer! She could get any woman into bed, she always could, and she'd do it right now, take care of this itch and settle her mind and get it off Rika!

Alys swept her eyes across the room. Not many prospects, but a few. There was a very attractive, matronly woman in her late middle age alone at another table...she could be a lot of fun. There were also a couple of younger women in the room, probably early twenties, both having dinner with young men who were probably boyfriends or husbands...not that that would be a problem if Alys wanted. She could charm those ladies into her bed right in front of her beaus if she wanted to, that was a simple fact. And she'd be doing the couple a favor, really, their love was only going to hurt them in the end anyway...

Alys's eyes happened to look out of the lounge and into the lobby, and stopped on her robotic companion. Demi...she was pretty cute. Adorable, actually, but not so much that she wasn't attractive, too. Alys had to wonder about it...just how much like a woman was Demi's construction? She was capable of so much humanity, more than plenty of actual humans that Alys had known. Could she feel passion? Could she give pleasure, and feel its return? Could an android be seduced?

Alys smirked. She did enjoy a challenge. Seducing a robot...no one could claim that love was still holding her back if she pulled this one off.

“Hey Demi, I need some help with something,” Alys said, approaching the pretty artificial woman.

Looking up, Demi blinked, and responded agreeably, “I’d be happy to assist you in any way I can, Alys.”

“I need a good lay and you’re cute. What're you packing in those little blue leggings of yours, toots? Anything fun?" Alys asked, licking her lips suggestively.

Demi's eyes widened in surprise. “You mean you wish to have sexual intercourse with me?” she asked, tilting her head quizzically.

“A little clinical, but yeah, that's the gist of it. That something you can do?”

Demi nodded and stood up. "My creator designed me to better mimic humanity than he himself could, and to that end installed the necessary components and behavioral subroutines, so yes, I have that capacity," she told Alys mechanically. She then broke out into an eager little smile. "And I have been very interested in trying something like this! I have reviewed text on the subject, but that's nothing like having experience firsthand."

"Oh, you're going to have experience with a hand, don't worry about that," Alys told her, giving the girl a playful tap on her ass. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

As soon as the door to Alys's room was shut, she moved in, grabbing Demi and kissing forcefully her on the lips. Alys found herself a little surprised--she hadn't known what she was expecting, but the feminine robot responded just as any other girl would. She was slow, unsure, and even shy, the way any girl might be during her first kiss of passion. Normally Alys found such naivety in a lover a charming, special treat, but she wasn't looking to have something special with the woman she held--she just wanted to fuck.

Thankfully, Demi might have been inexperienced, but she wasn't clueless. Those texts she had spoken of must have taught her something useful, for when Alys pushed her tongue forward insistently, Demi knew to open her lips and welcome the oral visitor with her own. Alys thrust her tongue into Demi's mouth and began to explore the android's mouth, while she set her hands to work undoing Demi's garments. The robotic woman's mouth was fascinating...its shape was exactly that of a human being's, and its flesh was soft and inviting as any woman's, yet there was a marked difference between a human woman and Demi: Demi had no saliva! As Alys swept her tongue about, she found that the only moisture she encountered were the traces that her own tongue left. Even Demi's own tongue, though soft, pliant, yet firm like any other, was completely dry. It made sense, Alys supposed, since Demi had no need to eat and her mouth, like the rest of her, had no organic components for bacteria to exploit...but it was still a strange new experience, albeit a pleasant one.

Alys broke the kiss, and Demi was left breathing heavily, her expression almost starstruck. "Your tongue...it is so wet," she murmured in surprise.

"That's usually how they come, doll," Alys answered with a smirk. "Not a problem for you, I hope?"

"Oh, no...it is alien and perhaps a little messy, but strangely enticing," Demi remarked.

That was all Alys needed to hear. Now down to her underwear, while Demi was completely naked (she wore no undergarments; her control over her own body was likely complete enough that they would serve little to no purpose), Alys embraced her again and initiated another heated kiss. This time Demi met her passionately, her own tongue meeting Alys's halfway and roughly dancing against the Hunter's. Sweet and inexperienced though she was, Demi was a quick learner, and this time Alys found herself on the defensive, Demi twisting and coiling her tongue within Alys's mouth now. Not interested in losing control, she let her hands drift lower, and firmly grabbed Demi's ass. The green-haired woman made a sound between a gasp and a squeak, and Alys pressed her advantage, leaning into their kiss as she fondled Demi's ass. Her cheeks were soft and pleasantly pliant, but nonetheless small. Alys supposed that there wasn't much reason for Demi to have anything more (in fact, the existence of an ass on the robot at all had to be purely for appearances), but she found herself missing enjoyment of cupping and kneading Rika's curvy, fuller figure's posterior.

(No, stop. Don't think about Rika), Alys reminded herself. Demi helped her with this resolution by distracting the Hunter when she reciprocated Alys's act, and took hold of Alys's rear, digging her fingers in hard enough to make Alys gasp into their kiss.

Not about to let Demi get one up on her, Alys broke the kiss and gave her a push, causing the surprised android to fall onto the bed. Alys straddled her and latched onto her neck. Though she wasn’t human, Demi’s skin was still soft and warm like a woman's. And yet, as Alys nipped and suckled at Demi's artificial flesh, the subtle differences were very apparent. Demi's skin was so smooth that it simply couldn't be real, smoother than any woman Alys had ever been with, and as unmarked as Rika had been on their first night together (stop thinking about Rika). There was also a taste to Demi's tender, smooth skin that was ever so slightly sweet, not salty at all. It was a strange, but enjoyable difference. And finally, though Demi's body was warm and inviting to Alys's caressing lips, it was a lighter warmth than a living woman, like the pleasant, clean warmth that a running machine gently gave off. Unsurprising, of course, for a robotic female!

Regardless of these subtle differences in her skin and body, though, Demi's coos and gasps at the way Alys tended to her neckline were indistinguishable from any woman in the midst of the luxury of another woman's love. They weren't Rika's adorable little whimpers and purr (Stop thinking about Rika!), but they were cute and sexy and they made Alys wet and want to bring out more of them. However it worked with her artificial body and senses, Demi was as sensitive and eager as any natural woman.

Alys pulled back slowly, gently tugging the flesh of Demi's neck for a moment, which sent a tremble through Demi that was so human, yet strangely symmetrical in the way it traveled through her. Alys gazed down at Demi's breasts appreciatively. She didn't know whether Demi's nipples became erect with arousal as a human woman's would, or if they were just always like this, but either way, the pink, turgid little peaks reaching for her were too tempting to ignore. Putting more weight down with her hips to let Demi know she wasn't going anywhere, Alys moved down and took one of the nubs between her lips, sucking hard. They were firm, yet pliant at the same time, and a little sweeter than the other parts of Demi's skin, almost as though the pleasant aspects of her flesh were gathered at these little, lovely points.

Demi let out a soft moan. “Ahh, that feels...so enjoyable! I have never...please, more!” she gasped. Alys smiled to herself. Virgins. She lashed her tongue against Demi’s nipple in crashing arc, savoring the sounds of her pleasure. This was what sex was, all it needed to be, just a way to feel good! There didn't need to be anything more to it than that.

Alys removed her mouth from Demi's peak, earning a light gasp of both regret and contentment from Demi as she left it. She sat up for a moment, and reached around to her back, removing her bra and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She then leaned in, pressing her breasts against Demi’s face, enjoying the feeling of warmth of skin against skin. It was an interesting sensation, to press sensitive flesh of her own against Demi's skin, for Demi's light warmth was less distracting than the warmth of a woman like Rika (Stop thinking about Rika, damn it!), which gave Alys a chance to really feel every smooth, curved nuance of the woman through their contact. It was interesting, and even though Alys preferred the passion of human heat, this was an interesting, subtle enjoyment.

Without instruction, Demi began to kiss along the valley of Alys’s cleavage, slowly working her way to one of Alys’s nipples. Her tongue left no trail of saliva behind on its journey, but the gentle push against Alys's sensitive flesh was a path marked with pleasure all the same. Taking the hard and sensitive bud of the Hunter's nipple between her lips, Demi began to suck it, and suck it hard, harder than she should have been able to. The suction tugged fiercely at the pleasurable little peak, so hard and constant that it was actually a little painful! But Alys just groaned in delight; she couldn't be happier with this change of pace. Rough and forceful, as far from tender as she could get, that's what she wanted!

"Nngh, ah, yeah!" Alys grunted in encouragement, gripping the sheets below her at the harsh pleasure that her breast was screaming at her. "Like that, doll, yeah. H-Harder! Suck it even harder!!!"

The pressure increased, and Alys gasped as it almost became too much for her. But just as she was sure she was at her limit, the suction lessened, and Demi's tongue brushed directly against her nipple. Alys could hear a faint humming sound, and a few seconds later she felt the synthetic organ suddenly begin buzzing against her nipple. Tossing her head back, she moaned deeply.

“Th--that’s...Ahhh!” she gasped and moaned, unable to form words due to how good it felt. The feeling of this vibrating appendage against her overstimulated nips...it was beyond description!

Demi held the nipple in her mouth for several moments, before going over to the other, latching onto it the same way, her tongue buzzing forcefully against it. Grinding herself against Demi, the women's pussies separated only Alys's damp panties, she could feel the needy heat between her legs growing too hot to stand any longer. Suddenly every hour of the last few days seemed to be weighing on her libido, building a sudden inferno of need between her legs.

“That’s enough!” she growled, arousal overwhelming her. Demi drew back, her eyes containing a question that Alys didn't bother answering. For her part, Alys got off the bed for just a moment, long enough to strip her final undergarment off. She then got back onto the bed and pushed Demi down against the mattress forcefully, and flipped herself around, kneeling down with one leg on each side of the robotic woman's head. Alys lowered herself, and planted her cunny right on top of Demi’s mouth.

"Do it, you hot robotic bitch, eat me out!" she commanded, almost screamed.

When the robot girl’s lips pressed against her pussy, Alys shuddered in satisfaction at the familiar bliss. A set of warm soft lips and a hungry tongue, that was all she really needed for a good time! As long as she was a sexy, cunt-hungry babe, who cared who the partner was? Love just distracted a woman from the important thing, getting off!

As Demi’s tongue brushed along her pussy lips, Alys felt herself getting so excited that she was practically on the verge of a climax then and there. She had far more pent up lust than she had realized! Demi’s tongue slid along in quick and hard motions, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her needy pussy. Again and again she trembled and jerked from the tiny jolts of pleasure, and as the licking went on, Alys realized that it wasn’t just that she was getting some much-need relief: Demi’s tongue was actually producing weak shocks! Each one that pulsed through her set off a new, powerful wave of pleasure, unique and strong and setting her tingling in delight from head to toe. It became a fluid rhythm of pleasure jolts, one after another, one leading into another, such that Alys almost didn't realize that she was coming, and hard, almost couldn't tell the difference between the clenching convulsions of electric and orgasmic pleasure within her competing with one another. All that was important was that Demi keep going; she needed more, so damn much more, and that glorious electric tongue was gonna give her every last cum she needed!

At some point in this crashing storm of pleasure, Demi’s tongue moved away from Alys’s pussy and right to her clit. Just like with her nipple, a strong vacuum was formed against it, which caused Alys to outright scream with delight as her mind blanked out from the magnificent wash of fiery bliss that suddenly flared her every orgasmic quiver into an earthquake of pleasure, and then Demi pressed her tongue against that hard little button struggling to withstand the suction and began buzzing wildly and shooting those pleasure sparks straight into it.

If there had ever been a moment in Alys's life where she had been in control of herself, a moment when her world was not a blazing fire of lust and orgasm and pleasure and sweet, sweet sensations wrapping her every conscious fiber of being and squeezing the bliss into her or out of her or both at once...Alys certainly couldn't remember it right then.

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The darkness of the earliest hours of morning surrounded her, leaving her with nothing but her own thoughts and the empty spot on the bed where Demi had laid for a little while, politely, before thanking Alys, getting up, and leaving, since she didn't need to sleep anyway. Alys was awake, and she was miserable.

Sex with Demi had been absolutely incredible. Probably the most pleasurable she'd ever had. The way Demi had touched her, had pleasured her, with that impossible electric, vibrating tongue, defied description. It was hard to even remember without shivering in delight, it had been so intense.

And fucking Demi had been great, too. Once Alys had recovered from the paradise Demi had sent her body to, she had donned her strap-on toy, the one that Rika had made her wear that night she lost control, before fucking her. Alys had told herself harshly that it was her toy, not Rika's, that it meant nothing and that she had every right to use it as she wanted, and she had proceeded to bend Demi over the bed, spread those lovely synthetic legs wide, and ram her robot muff hard and deep. Demi must have been built to be as vaginally sensitive as Rika (a comparison that Alys had scolded herself yet again for making), because it wasn't long before the cute, sweet little android woman was moaning and shaking and pleading for more like a bitch in heat, a fact that Alys told her with harsh satisfaction. It had felt good, really good, to just have this woman bent over, taking it from her as she pounded her robot pussy so hard that Demi was soon standing on her tiptoes and tearing the bedsheets apart in her passions. It had felt good just to *fuck* her, to not care and fuck her as her inner walls clamped down in climax on a dong as real as she was and sweet-smelling android spunk dribbled out of her and down the furiously thrusting shaft. And when Alys had gotten tired of that, and horny from it, Demi had obligingly put her fingers to work, fingers which turned out to be just as talented as her tongue (if not more so!). It had been exactly the hard, horny, meaningless fuck to ease tension that Alys had wanted, and better than she could have imagined it could be.

And so, it was making Alys absolutely miserable that as she lay in the darkness unable to sleep a wink, that she didn't feel satisfied.

Physically satisfied, absolutely. She was actually slightly worried about whether her ability to function tomorrow would be affected by how sore she was going to be. But overall...

Overall, Alys felt like something was missing. As unbelievable as it seemed, the best sex of her life had left her irritable and feeling like it had done nothing for her. Pleasure alone wasn't the only thing she craved, the only thing that was distracting her and keeping her from happiness. As amazing as this had been...it wasn't as good as making love to Rika, being held by Rika, having Rika please her and give her happiness because she loved Alys and wanted Alys to be happy. It wasn't as good as doing the same back to Rika. The pleasure of sex with Demi was so great that it was indescribable, but it still wasn't a substitute for the joy of being with Rika. It wouldn't have been even if Rika had been a lousy sexual partner (which she sure as hell wasn't!).

Alys pounded her fist into the torn sheets in frustration. She hated this. She hated love! Slowly but surely it was taking everything from her! Because she had loved Saya, Alys had for years suffered and been unable to open up to others out of fear of being hurt again. Because she had loved Rika, Alys had been unable to save Chaz. And now, because she couldn't stop loving Rika, Alys had lost the joy of sex. The unfairness of it brought tears to her eyes, which she angrily wiped away. Why had Saya and Rika had to happen to her? Why was love nothing but torment?
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