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She should have looked closer. Jumi had not considered it, expected Mitsuko to be put in completely naked. But after how Reika talked about using the machine to create Shinigami, she did have to wonder whether it would have an effect or whether Reika realized it before putting her in. But then she had also talked about some strangeness with Mitsuko before going in the machine. Especially how the tentacles treated her. Was there already something about Mitsuko no one, including herself, was aware of? “I may or may not be gone a while, depending on how quickly answers come, but I’ll be back by evening. Probably see if I can get the ride from Hikaru. He’s probably very interested in the answers now too.” She was not against bringing Nall and/or Mao too. Meant she would have to enter the academy transformed, which might or might not make getting answers easier. “Don’t worry about my breakfast. I’m still feeling full from the meal you gave me last night.” She added with a smile. “Won’t ask for that every day, but if it isn’t too hard on you, would like to do it more regularly from now on.” Maybe they would work something out later, figure out how often she could do it. She enjoyed it. The taste of it, and the intimacy of drinking directly from Shinigami’s breasts. She did remember what Shinigami said, while taking her to bed. “With what we know now, no issue telling Nall what is going on?” Shinigami had been quite insistent last night, but it sounded like she was more optimistic now. Jumi was herself as well. Expecting Reika to properly heal her. Though Shinigami was warning her to be careful. Looked like complicated feelings after all. “I’ve got it under control. I’m willing to give her a chance now, not automatically push her away when she shows up. Take her word, but it will take sometime of seeing it for myself before trust becomes stronger.” She believed what Reika had said. No more lies between them. She would give Reika the chance to prove she meant it. If she backed it up, Jumi was open to getting closer to Reika, cautiously. Depending on just how ‘bad’ she was.

Mitsuko’s sword? Could that be used with the healing? Have some impact with the result? “Dammit, I did not think about the sword. She did not mention it. I did not see it, but she might have had it somewhere out of sight.” Did Shinigami have some idea of what Reika was implying? Or had she thought of something that even Reika had not considered? “You have a much better idea of what is normal with that machine than me, I’ve never seen anything like it. I only had a short look too, of her putting Mitsuko in and starting it up. What would you consider normal?” The easiest thing would be to try to compare what Shinigami described to the little she saw. Her hand rubbed Shinigami’s side a little as she continued. Things she liked to hear. “Have to see what I can do for you after we get home. But it is still probably best to stay at the temple for today. You can finish things with Umi. I have some research to do, back in the city. One of the little whiles we will have to be apart.” This part was something she was planning on telling Shinigami about. “I wanted answers. Who Reika really is, what she is. Whether she was a Magical Girl or not. How she got connected to Death. She would not answer directly. She asked me to do a favor, as she put it. Reika Kuroha may be her full name. She told to go to the academy in the city, ask around about it. Assume I will either get answers or a hint of where to find them. She did say she would give updates on Mitsuko, but don’t know when or how often. We did not finish things between us either. The two of us are going to have one more one on one meeting, maybe in my dreams tonight? Maybe some other time or place, she seems to like surprises. I told her to pick a time. Depending on if it is a dream or not, don’t know if I will get told ahead of time.”

Jumi said the most important thing first. “She showed me where Mitsuko is. In a machine. Healing. Days, week. She could not answer how long it will take, but it won’t be soon. She said strange things, that I did not really understand. Suggested something unexpected happening there. Not bad things, as far as I can figure, claimed I would be happy with what I saw when she’s back, but beyond that, I don’t know what to expect, except that she will be brought back to us when it is over.” Shinigami seemed uneasy. Better to keep explaining. “I don’t consider her a friend. But I am willing to give her a chance, set aside my fears and suspicions, see where it goes if she does not betray the trust or do anything I can’t overlook.” They were on better terms, but it would take time to see whether or not they got closer than this. Jumi would give it a fair chance, but they would have to see. She turned pressed herself against Shinigami’s back. Her turn to help a little. “I still don’t know what to expect from this Death, but I don’t have any regrets. I am going to stick with you. First until Mitsuko is back, and then we will all return to the bigger question. Find a way you can be accepted and move openly among humans. Until we figure that out, there will be times when we have to separate for parts of the day. But I promise to always come back.” She cared about Shinigami. Wanted to help her, be with her.

Shinigami was awake. Well then she should probably get up soon. There was no rush though. They could take some time. Shinigami and Umi could get back to their research, maybe she could do the research in the meantime. It was not something she could easily bring Shinigami along for. Best to go on her own…maybe with Hikaru, since he was trying to do similar research? Better to be up front with Shinigami. This was connected to her, and the two of them were also much closer now. “Don’t worry about me, I slept well.” She spoke into Shinigami, voice a little muffled, before letting go, rolling onto her back. ”Certain someone decided to visit my dreams again last night.” The stress of the previous night was gone from her voice. “The beginning went in ways you might have guessed. We made it clear what we thought of each other, but to I’m guessing everyone’s surprise, we have come to an understanding you could say.” She would not be surprised if Shinigami had more questions. But she had a question that had been lingering since last night. “She has made her feelings for you pretty obvious. She asked you if you trusted her as she took Mitsuko away? This question is just my curiosity, no answer will upset me, but especially after everything that has happened since the manor, and now yesterday, what exactly do you think about her?” A more general question, not really asking about love, but that could be an answer. More about trust, as well as Shinigami’s general feelings and thoughts about Reika. Between the punishment at the manor, and everything yesterday, she was not sure. They did not seem to be hostile. But to Shinigami was Reika just someone that always been there, claimed to be her mother? Or did she have stronger feelings? She would accept any answer, not likely to change her plans. But if fShinigami truly did trust or have positive feelings, at least sometimes, for Reika, that would make this a lot easier.

“Your choice, anything you want, trusting you will restrain yourself enough I don’t need the tube. Or another dream, where there is less danger of that. I have a better idea what I’m getting into, more preparation, but feel free to try to surprise me.” It was and was not like what Mitsuko was asking for, though maybe part of it was in fact that she did not want to be the only one of them who had no experience like that connected to Reika. She was surprising herself a lot lately. Her domination of Shinigami, now this. She had not imagined she would be planning this with Reika. But she committed to it, eager to see if Reika was willing to go further. Give Jumi something rather intense. She was still not sure if something was being implied with Mitsuko. The surprise she was hinting at earlier? But as she pointed out to Reika, she had not known Mitsuko long, knew less about her potential as a Magical Girl. It was entirely possible there were surprises she could not guess. She simply nodded to the apology. While trying to figure out what she was hinting at. But then she was gone. As Jumi put it, not friends, but on much better terms. And after their next time, and after Mitsuko’s healing…who could say? She was not as powerful as Shinigami, probably not as powerful as Reika, but she sure pulled an unexpected group of women into her orbit since the convention. And she had thought Alexandrine was the one who would be building a new team. She supposed she could play around with the image and dream. But it was less appealing. Finally time to wake up. She took a few breaths, tried to force her actual body’s eyes to open. Eventually they did. The softness of the bed. Shinigami’s body too. That was nice. She did not make a noise or move, unsure if Shinigami was awake. Just enjoying the feel nd warmth.

Was she taming the reaper now? Not necessarily a bad thing, reigning in Reika’s darker side might be a good thing. But beyond that, it was not Jumi’s intention to change her. Not doing anything to hurt Mitsuko again was a very good thing at least. She did not know though if she had any impact on her coming punishment. It was maybe better to leave it a surprise. Jumi had established the permission and more or less where the lines were, it was up to Reika to decide what to do. The key was to vent any feelings she had, as long as lines were not crossed, Jumi did not want Reika to hold back for her sake. If that meant feeding the darkness, she would endure it the one time. If they continued to see each other, it was not likely the other times would be quite so intense, not that way at least. What she felt about Reika was still uncertain, no longer hostile, but not warm like the others. But she was beginning to kind of want that intimate moment. Only the two of them the first time, and she perfectly willing to let it be her punishment over what happened with Shinigami. That it might heal things between them more. ”If that is your choice, I will respect it. But before you cut back too much, I want you to show me how you really feel when that time comes…we need complete honesty between us now. I’m giving you permission to let it all out, as long as there is nothing like what happened to Mitsuko. That is the time we will really figure everything out. No lies, though I will let you keep your surprises from me, until the best moment to reveal them. As long as you think I will enjoy the surprise or other good reason.” A hesitant small trust, that could be built upon. While, slowly encouraging what she thought might be an experience unlike her others. “You can choose the time and place, as long as it private, only us. No one else, at least no other people.” Might they do more around others later? It looked increasingly possible, but just them the first time, other than maybe the tentacles, since they technically counted as someone else. Venting off the tensions and ways they hurt each other. Figuring out what they wanted from there. That was it then? She was not sure if she was building a scene, or just an image but it looked like this is the end. She told Reika to decide when to end it. “Fair enough. Your choice next time we meet. Tomorrow night, some other time, whatever. You can keep it as a surprise since you think it is fun. Leave me wondering when and what will happen”

“I would not say pity. Correcting my own mistakes. Not making someone an enemy, who does not deserve it.” Jumi could see Reika getting into it…getting into her, more. It seemed less likely anything too exciting would happen here, but their next meeting, dream or not, might go rather differently. She was not sure whether to be happy or nervous. But even the nervousness was different than before, mostly an uncertainty, possibly excitement? over just how far Reika would go with her. How harsh her punishment might be, especially since she suggested it. She thought she should return the compliments at least. “I will admit, whatever else I thought about you earlier, you always have been pleasant to look at.” Even with all the suspicion, tension, there was a beauty and sexiness to the reaper as well, that Jumi saw from the beginning. “If last night had gone differently, I’m not sure how I would have reacted if you tried to have a turn with me.” The idea had made her uneasy back then, but if Reika had initiated it, she could not deny the possibility they both would have enjoyed it. With only the slightest hesitation, Jumi put action behind her words, perhaps encouraged by the compliments. Her arms raised and returned the embrace to the reaper, soft but firm. Trust that she was not walking a dangerous path, would not be corrupted by this. “…If that is how you wish to punish me, I will not complain….unless that is the point.” Still not asking for it, but preparing for it, making it clear she would not be upset by the choice, not break the delicate place they were now in. Clarifying, she trusted Reika not to go too far, but was willing to let her push things, approach the edge of acceptability. To possibly join Shinigami and Mitsuko, all three embraced by her tentacles. Of course she could do other things instead, or a mix of things. Jumi was rather prepared for a rather intense punishment session, for the pain she caused this girl. She simply accepted the explanation of Mao. Understanding why she was there, but not knowing much about her, except she seemed to enjoy being around Shinigami. She would wait to see what happened there. Figure out more after waking up. “I have not interacted with her much, but Shinigami seems happy she’s there and I’m happy with more company.” More strange references to Mitsuko as well. Referring to her as a goddess. She realized though it was best to not try to push for answers, to wait and find out what she meant when Mitsuko was better. ”I don’t know. Letting it flow.” She answered the question. Letting her subconscious do most of the work. But took some more control. A city? She wondered. She tried to remember what she saw that night. When Reika opened the door of the manor for her. Something like that, but more pleasant, without the damage. Something connected to Reika’s past, or something else. She was still not sure what that was about. But she would go with it. The image of Reika, dressed in her usual clothes. Something more. She was not sure where this was going to go. Just a vision after all. An image of Jumi appeared next to her. Same style of clothes. Not suggesting joining death, but her attempts to fix things. “Just a fashion statement.” Was how she chose to explain it. Still just shaping things for now.

“I hurt you more than I realized at the time. What happened with Shinigami is done, but I am willing to try to make up for it in a way of your choosing.” She decided to make things clear. “I will let you choose when this dream ends too. We are not exactly friends, but I won’t push you away anymore, or question everything you say and do.” No more of the insults, trying to get her to leave. As long as Reika did not cross lines, do anything more openly cruel/evil, Jumi would accept her, see what happened. Would not try to drive her and Shinigami completely apart. ”I am not suggesting anything specific. Whatever you want to do to me. I will trust you not to go too far, but I will accept punishment if it will make you happy. As for your one method, I am more experienced than Mitsuko with that sort of thing, though I have probably never had such an intense experience.” She had had tentacles inside her before, but not quite like what Reika did to Shinigami or Mitsuko. If Reika wanted to give her a variation of it, she would not protest. Share in Shinigami and Mitsuko’s experience. Especially in a dream, safe from what it did to Mitsuko. But she was not specifically asking for it either. She would let Reika decide if and how she wanted to do it. Would let it be a real punishment, uneasy/uncomfortable/painful, within reason. Let her make up for how she hurt Reika, when she could not and would not take back what happened with Shinigami. Her more pleasant suggestion was completely acceptable as well. She accepted the answer on Mitsuko, though not sure what to make of the suggestion of surprises. She just tried to accept they would be pleasant ones. Would try to wait it out. It would still be difficult, but no longer with the fears she had before. That it would be happy when it was over. She would also wait and see what Reika was hinting at, with the research, it was difficult to guess what she was implying, but would not try to learn more before researching. The last answer made it seem like punishment might wait, or not, it was hard to say. Reika spoke of a connection. There were things that connected them. They were rather different, but had some similarities to each other. It was probably not surprising they got off to a bad start. But now, she closed her eyes, concentrated. Put the vision of Reika in her head. Something about her, to see something about her, about them? It was not anything specific just yet. Her mind wrestled with if she wanted more specific or if it would act on its own. This was her dream after all. Now that she was aware, it should not be impossible to use her mind to shape it. Her thoughts, her subconscious, but with this connection, as she put it, it was not impossible Reika’s thoughts and desires would contribute.

“I was going to offer to let you punish me, if it helped. Maybe you have already done enough? I forgive what you already did in this dream. I should not have disbelieved that you loved her.” A very cautiously made point. Not exactly encouraging the punishment she gave to Shinigami, that Mitsuko experienced. But especially now that the girl seemed truly remorseful, the offer was technically still on the table. Jumi was still willing to allow her to do something, within reason. They seemed to have repaired the worst of the damage between them. In her case, Reika literally repaired the damage, in a rather unusual way. Jumi was at least willing to give her a genuine chance from here on. Though with the admissions of being bad, it might still take time to develop a stronger trust. But unless Reika gave her a reason, she would no longer treat her with same level of hostility or mistrust. An acceptance of sorts, with some caution, that had the potential to warm with time. If they remained in contact, and nothing unpleasant happened. ”Another game of sorts?” She asked about the favor, with some amusement rather than suspicion. “But sure, I’ll go along with it. You have me curious what you think I’ll find. I need something to do, anyway…how long do you think Mitsuko will take? I’m fine with an estimate.” She was no longer scared what they might do. If Mitsuko wanted to do something to thank Reika, after healing, she would have no issue. At this point she was willing to trust Reika enough not to abuse it. The final offer, was a little hard to decide. “Hmmm you offering the chance to see secrets of the universe or something. Or try out some fantasy I could not in the real world? An interesting offer that needs a little thought. I can consider it…”. Maybe one other twist. “Unless you want to take for another ride. Show me something else, without my mind confused by being in the dream.” It might not be especially long. But she was willing to spend more time with Reika, make up for the pain over Shinigami, figure the girl out a little better.

“So that’s how you are Shinigami’s ‘mother’.” Not the one who gave birth to her, not created with some power of hers. But the term was not as completely wrong as Jumi had guessed. Though as far as she could tell, the girl never played the role properly or well, assuming she tried. Hearing what she said about Mitsuko, watching what she saw, she did not know if it safe to try to be friends or get close to this girl. But she was willing to a knowledge her own mistakes, maybe repair a little of the damage. ”…You said I better be grateful, for taking her to heal. I am, and I will show it more when it is done and you bring her back. I will admit it when I am wrong.” How exactly, she would have to figure out, but she meant it about feeling a great deal of gratitude and relief. “I spent the night, scared what you might do to her. The same fear that caused me to follow her to Shinigami in the beginning. Both times it was paranoia, I was wrong, but understand I have seen what can happen in these cases, when girls are taken away, there have been numerous cases it turned a lot worse than Mitsuko. I apologize for jumping to that assumption and doubting what you feel about Shinigami.” She still was not certain the feelings there were healthy, but there appeared to be genuine love of some form. In Shinigami’s case, at the convention, she was more afraid of Mitsuko being broken, or at least kept permanently. Never seeing the human world again, there was some fear of that with Reika, but also fear of revenge, making Mitsuko crave and care about Reika more than anyone. But Mitsuko was just healing. It might be too late for this, but it was worth at least making a try. It was important to try, even if it failed. There was one more thing she thought she would attempt, if this went well. “Prior this, I have not hid my distrust for you, but I have tried to make it clear why. I still don’t really understand you, what you are or are after.” There was the mystery, it was good to know these answers. But if she figured this woman, there was a chance, Jumi would not be as hostile towards her in the future. “If you are willing to answer. Just who are you? Not your life story and every secret, but more than I have now. Are you or were you a Magical Girl? Why do you serve Death? And is all that equipment connected purely to that? Not the image I expected of something connected to Death.” Was Reika willing to explain herself? Would she be happy Jumi was willing to apologize and attempt to at least begin to make for her part in this? Jumi was not sure, but she had to make the attempt, whether it worked or not.

Jumi was mostly ignoring the feel of Reika’s head against her belly, not really sure what to make of it, what was going through her head. This one was too hard to figure out. “You knew she was not ready. She has barely been a Magical Girl for few days. Almost no use of power, never in danger from that supposed goddess.” Yes, Mitsuko asked for it. But she had no idea what she really getting into. It should have been stopped or more restrained. The result was the proof. She was going to hold to that. Even if Reika seemed to maybe show some actual remorse. Then she kissed her stomach? Seriously, what was going through this girl’s head? Did she desire her body after all? But she would ‘shut up’. If it gave her the answer she demanded. Let Reika pick her up for whatever reason. Make herself into a chair kind of. The sight was…not what she expected. There was no laughter, but a confused look. This was same girl as the one behind her. Almost some strange mix of doctor and scientist, in the look of the room, how she was acting…and Mitsuko. In some strange equipment that seemed out of story. Was this where Mitsuko still was? The only thing she had gone through? Reika had not seemed to have done anything to her, but mostly because there was nothing else she could have done? Reika had no desire to make her feel what she had watching what Jumi and Shinigami did? She was not 100% certain, but willing to give her a slight benefit of the doubt. She did not ask anything about the room or how strange it seemed to see her in such a role. She could only make sure she was not overthinking a few of the words Reika said. “What did you mean by ‘rough awakening’, ‘born anew’? She is just healing?” They were more ambiguous than she liked. It might just refer to this healing process, but it could also imply a change.

“This isn’t me…not my body. I’m not scared of what you do to me here. You’re screwing with me in a dream again.” Jumi answered, the fear a little less but lingering. As they faded back to that void. It was probably best not to provoke too hard though. She felt safe from death, but she was sure Reika was capable and more than a little willing to make this much much more painful for her than it already was, to actually rip her apart. But, no she was not afraid for herself. Only about Mitsuko. She did not know if she was more afraid of the answer or not knowing. Just what this girl had done to Mitsuko already or might do. “She asked for your help. You hurt her.” Fear and anger. “You could have had your turn, if you could have controlled your damn tentacles. You knew she was not ready for that.” She softly snapped. She had in fact been willing to share, let Reika have Shinigami while she had another turn with Mitsuko. It was only because Mitsuko needed to be taken away, from Reika’s carelessness, she lost her chance. And had to watch Jumi and Shinigami have a lot of fun and get much closer. But if they were going to be honest…did she really want to expose her weaknesses to his dangerous woman? “If you were not lost in your tentacles you could not control, maybe you would have been able to gloat.” Not quite spelling it out, the jealousy, inadequacy, fear she felt watching those two. “Taking her away without me being able to say anything.” They had both hurt each other, in at least somewhat similar ways, ways that could have been avoided. ”You just stabbed me in the chest and repeated your first words, that I will be yours. I don’t want a lecture about trust.” Reika had not exactly made her think her suspicions were unfounded. Only made it harder to give her a chance. Though not necessarily impossible. She feared it, but she needed to know the answer. She was hearing mixed messages, that she might laugh, or dislike it. But scared as she was, whether it hurt or not, she needed to know. “…No tricks, no lies, no illusions…show me what Mitsuko is doing right now. And if you have done anything to her other than help her heal, show me.” She said it intensely, there was fear, but also insistence. She had to know, even while it twisted her stomach.

What would they become? Something like Reika? Something else? She could not remember if it was explained? Strange, but not concerning. She was just excited, preparing herself. Exactly how would she and Mitsuko end each other’s lives? She smiled at the sight of Reika, the praise. She did not mind the idea of sending Mitsuko off to spend some time with Shinigami. She was content to be alone with Reika, to make the final preparations, maybe hear some last advice? Get some preparation? Something else, she was at ease, but mind open to adapt to any sort of treatment.… Except for that…it happened before she could realize it. A grunt, pain, a lot of pain. Blood. A lot of blood. The cloud over her mind shattered. “…Smart….trying to rip me apart, before I could…rip you apart…cocky little bitch, though. Who knows what you could have done…with more patience…”. She was ashamed of herself, but this was exactly why Jumi had been worried about Mitsuko. Reika even managed to briefly wrap her around her finger. If she had been more patient, really worked on her, who knew what she might have accomplished. She was at a severe disadvantage though. This was a dream again, obviously now. The stab to her heart still made fighting much more difficult though, and she could not break Reika’s grip on her. “…Kept watching, did you?” Her voice softer, but defiant. “Wasn’t I following your advice? Either way, Shinigami made her choice.” Jealous psycho girlfriend, was she dealing with that here? The only thing that shook her was talk of Mitsuko. Reika just wasted her best chance to make Jumi’s hers. That threat did not scare her, she was almost tempted to taunt her to try. But Mitsuko, that shook her. Was there a point in asking, would she just be shown more lies. But Reika might have already that was Jumi’s only weakness. Less defiance, as her face was licked? “No more games…what have you done to her?!” There was still bitterness, anger, but also what Reika craved. Fear. Fear of what she might have done or might still do to Mitsuko.

Memories, if you could call them that, or perhaps just accepting she was presented came to Jumi. She did question the slight brief distortions in Mitsuko voice…or did they just make her believe even more? Have a power over her? “Ah yes. I have experience comforting friends going through that after all.” The name slipped her mind, but a vague memory of sorts of helping Alexandrine as best she could with her loss. Then comforting Mitsuko through the mentioned dreams. “I guess it is natural. We were so scared when we first started to think about this.” The mention of the name Reika, another short spark, swallowed up immediately. Her waking feelings replaced by….what? Respect? Loyalty? Something else? But she was their guide. To walk the path of Shinigami’s father. No one could prepare them better than Reika. She eased their fears about death. Their own deaths. She squeezed Mitsuko’s hand at the thought. “Did she give a hint if there was any final test? I hope we are ready. We have been trying so hard to prove ourselves.” It came naturally, as many dream oddities did. A basic notion that this was not an easy solution to come to. But their feelings for each other, and Shinigami. With some hesitation they listened to Reika, followed her path. It was scary and hard at first, but Jumi slowly started to agree. That began them on this path. Now, now might be a very big day. The ultimate commitment to the path.

Jumi was ready for anything, but did not know how well this was going to work. Did not know if she could avoid getting pulled into it. Her anger intensified by the wounds she saw on Mitsuko, was it worse inside? With Reika actually trying to kill her?! But before anything could happen it was over. Something twisted in her mind. Not able to adapt, perhaps getting herself trapped in a power she could not easily avoid the manipulation she feared. Then she was in a bed with Mitsuko. Peace. She did not question it, it felt like another day in her life. The mention about nightmares briefly cracked the illusion, but almost instantly her mind accepted her surroundings. “I must have…but I can’t really remember what it was about.” She felt like she had a nightmare, but not remembering them was not that uncommon for her. That did not worry her. She was just happy to be with Mitsuko. She smiled, let Mitsuko pull her up. “They were not too bad for you?” Curious about the nightmares but not worried, content. Felt like she belonged here. This was her life. She did not think about how she did not know how long she had been here or what their life was like. ”What is it today?” She asked casually, almost cheerfully. Realizing she did not know what Mitsuko was talking about, but not concerned. She was so into it. Was not likely to question anything Mitsuko answered with.

The sounds were disgusting. Jumi could guess what they were. Just made her move faster. There was pain in the voice of Mitsuko! She could only hope it was nothing too severe. At least Mao was not taking her time. Was she on Reika’s side, or was there something more complicated there? Right now she just moved as fast as she could. To the sight that twisted her stomach. One could say it was Mitsuko’s fantasy, but taken much too far. Something closer to Shinigami’s punishment or worse. It was hard to tell how bad the pain had gotten for her, if there was injury. But hearing her, seeing her hand, she had to act. ”I’m going to rip you apart before I leave, you bitch!” She called out to Reika. She wished she could transform. This was incredibly dangerous, even if she could transform. But she was a Magical Girl, she would not leave even a stranger like this. Especially not Mitsuko! She had to rely on her years of fighting, reflexes. To avoid or block any that tried to get her…but that would be very difficult. She closed the gap, reached for Mitsuko’s hand. Tried, without hurting her to pull the tentacle out of her mouth with her other hand. On guard for any that might target her.

Sleep, peace. It should have been at least. But there it was, her voice, in her head. Opened her eyes. Emptiness, both like and unlike the place Maxim had brought them. Would he hear anything? It had not yet occurred to her this might be a dream. Even with Reika involved and past experience there, her mind was in one of those unaware of dreaming modes. If it was a proper dream. As it spoke the void shifted, a setting that felt more familiar, not identical of course, but sharing similarities with places she had fought various enemies in the past. She did not like it though, especially alone…except for Mao? Why was she here? It seemed like just an irritation. Deal with that woman again. She had things she wanted to say anyway, after her sudden departure. But she was taunting about something. Saving someone? She listened, faint another voice? In pain? Just fear?….Mitsuko?! It was too faint to be positive, but it sure sounded like it! “If you have done anything to her…!” Voice mixed with fear and rage. “I’m not in the mood for her games.” The same voice to Mao. “If you know where she is, get me there quickly.” She followed, hating this. Having to follow, at what pace Mao went, not knowing how long it would take or what she might see.

Don’t tell Nall yet? Was that for the best, Jumi was not sure. But she was a little lost on what to do with anything regarding Mitsuko. The thoughts inched in again as she was dried. The image of Mitsuko and Reika wrapped around each other, with the tentacles. Even after her shock recently, that and Shinigami earlier, she could not imagine how Mitsuko felt in the moment. She said it was for training. Not a bad idea in theory, but as seen, it was too much too soon. How much had she recovered by now? Was Reika keeping a distance, or following the example of what she did with Shinigami. After how it all happened, it was easy to believe they would keep having sex. Would it just be the casual fun like with Nymphia though? Or would other thoughts tempt one or both of them? She was overthinking it again, she realized, these thoughts as she was being dried. Trusting Mitsuko, but not knowing if she had the strength or experience to avoid being manipulated. Especially if Reika starting feeling like she supposedly did about Shinigami. She still did not trust Reika of course. Of course she had realized earlier she was being a little hypocritical, which might have fueled it. But what Jumi most feared was a corruption, or Reika becoming Mitsuko’s favorite. Not quite what she was going for with Shinigami. She held Shinigami as she was picked up, relying on it a little to calm down a bit. As she was taken back to the bed. Laid down, closed her eyes. She did not say anything but held Shinigami tightly, the tenseness in her body, maybe her heartbeat, giving away her unease. But she cleared her mind as best she could. It felt so slow, so long, but she did not know if it really was. But she clung to the soft, warm, strong, furry body next to her waited…waited…eventually drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

Jumi was certain now. Things had changed between them. Shinigami cared about her, was trying to help and support her. There was a warmth to her interactions she could not have imagined not long ago. She did not know Shinigami’s exact feelings for her in the moment. But she was very happy, whatever they were. Twerp? Ah, Nall. Yes they had to find him soon, tell him what happened. Hopefully he would take it better than she was. Find hope in his goddess, who chose Mitsuko, maybe. ”I’m sure they will let us stay one more day.” The original plan was to take them home in the morning. But after what happened, they would be allowed to stay a little longer. Jumi was sure. Of course the question was exactly how long Mitsuko would be gone, they might not be able to wait here the whole time. But at least one more day. It was a strange feeling slightly pleasurable, slightly sore as Shinigami cleaned her insides. Neither strong enough to cause a reaction though. The rest of it was just very pleasant. She just let them happen. Let the cleaning continue. The comforting talk of them sleeping together. The warmth of her body, and the way Shinigami now felt about her, to try to help her sleep. It would help, but even with that and the exhaustion, she was not sure how well she would sleep tonight. Was she okay? Physically, yeah, other than the exhaustion, no issues she could tell. Mentally or emotionally? It was a harder question to answer.the hand Shinigami took squeezed hers back, holding onto it tightly, but not incredibly hard. “Very nice. Gonna have to figure that out. See if sleep helps.” She closed her eyes, to try to relax a little more. Not let her mind wander. It was a nice area, she was not going to rush leaving it, but she suspected they would be in bed soon.

“Sure did not feel exhausted a few minutes ago.” Jumi pointed out, but did not argue. Had adrenaline been fueling her? Extra stamina from the magic changing her body? It was hard to say, not really important. Jumi could not really argue, was not going to be the mistress right now. She would let Shinigami do her thing. It was kind of nice, a different sort of attention. Innocent but pleasant. Even washing her more intimate places was not likely to excite her much at the moment. She was just comfortable, them all being naked here, being washed. The strange Mao washing Shinigami. If she had not been so exhausted she might have protested not cleaning the mess of Shinigami she caused. It was not just washing though. The little things, the hug, the kiss. She did not know about submissiveness, but maybe something really had changed between them. A closeness they did not have before. She had a small smile on her after the kiss. Letting her continue. “You are good at this.” She gave her approval of the process so far. Trying to relax, trying to calm her mind. Not panicking at the moment, not extremely worried. But the thoughts were on the edges of her mind. She had to rest. Focus on something else. She remembered one thing. Something separate enough from Mitsuko not to trouble her. “You and Umi figure out anything interesting, with her research earlier?” She had no idea what they got up to, if they had the Shinigami seemed to want. The question was more open ended though. More towards Umi’s more innocent goals, at least last time Jumi saw her.

Jumi was still in a daze. Semi-aware of what was being said and happening, but not responding. It was nice, lying there. Even with the mess. The warm body beneath her. Then she was picked up, kind of aware what was happening. Content to let Shinigami carry her. The feel of the magic finally finishing, her body returning to normal, was more noticeable, due to the discomfort. That was unfortunate, but expected. Something she might never re-experience. It was only when she was in the water she finally began to return her senses. Just her Shinigami, and it appeared Mao. She just let out a sigh, to relax. Even with the milk, it had been a long night, she might need to go sleep shortly after they finished cleaning up. But she just ignored the water again. Tried to calm her mind of other worries prodding at her, now that she did not have the excitement and pleasure to distract her. She let Shinigami wash her, silently for the moment. That did help a little, but stayed still other than letting Shinigami move her as needed to clean her up.

If only there was a way they could both be inside each other at the same. That would certainly have been something. She was happy Shinigami came so quickly, that she had been prepared so well. But just a little more. She would give Shinigami what she wanted. Give herself her first and last orgasm today that did not involve this magic. In the place she knew well. She rode, she rode hard. Up and down, taking it in. Moaning. It was strange though, unexpected. It was just her pussy being filled. But she felt it on both sides. The load she felt a number of times today and the much more familiar build. She was briefly shocked by feeling both build at the same time. But she kept going. She had hoped to end with something much more intense for Shinigami, but this was good too. Both would enjoy it. The way her body gripped against Shinigami, desperate to please her, to be pleased. She took the shaft, made it even more intense, jacking a little as she road Shinigami. Going something she could not imagine. Both orgasms building simultaneously, she could not believe how good it felt. She kept going. Grinding bouncing, working on Shinigami and herself at the same time. She wanted to give Shinigami a fuck like she had hopefully never experienced, but that might have described what was happening to her better. It was so hard to keep going, but she could not stop, how good it felt. When it finally came she half fainted. A final wide spray onto Shinigami’s chest mostly, little on her stomach and face. A different spray soaking what was inside her and leaking out onto Shinigami’s hips. Jumi let out a long deep moan. Her eyes rolled back, feeling something so good she could not put it into words. The chains finally disappeared, her body limped forward, falling on top of Shinigami. Not exactly unconscious, but in a brief daze, not completely aware of things. Taking a moment to process what just happened. It would be up to Shinigami, if she wanted to wait for her to recover, or pick her up and bring her back to the baths.

The submission faded a little. But under the context, Jumi was not going to be upset about it. But what was the end result? Had something changed between them? Could they return to the atmosphere easily? She might not get an answer tonight. Or maybe she would all she could do is wait and find out. She was content to drink the milk, even without it giving her anything. Her enthusiasm and hunger for it did not change as Shinigami talked. She spoke of feelings for Mitsuko. There were feelings, but what exactly were they? Strong, certainly, intense even. There was a reason she was so scared Mitsuko would not be the same when she returned. Was it love? That was a question. She thought Mitsuko might have felt love, but she wanted to be friends, not lovers. She was not angry about that, she still really wanted to see Mitsuko again. It just made her question of exactly what those feelings were a little more blurry. Both she and Mitsuko had feelings of some form for Shinigami. That much was obvious. She had warmed up to them too, but it was hard to say what she considered them exactly. There was the question of what Shinigami felt about Reika. But it was not quite time to ask that. It would wait at least until they were done in this room. She just kept drinking, eagerly, desperately working to get every last drop out. Making it obvious just how much she wanted it. It was only after it was dry, several failed attempts to get more, she switched to the other, repeated the same process, probably getting a proper meal out of completely draining both. She lifted her face. “Feelings hmm. Let me show you feelings. In what may be the last time I use this.” She gestured to the shaft. “But let’s take care of something else first. Keep the chains a little longer.” The chains dragged Shinigami back to the bed, on her back. Jumi straddled her. “I’ll be in charge a little longer. But you can move around too, much as you can.” She straddled Shinigami. Lowered herself, filled herself with Shinigami. Moaning as she did. “Time to relieve all your needs for the night on this side.” She began shifting around, riding Shinigami, working to give her that attention she properly asked for. “Cum as many times as you need….mmmm….you earned it…I’m going to give you everything you want.” She would not stop until Shinigami was satisfied. Take as much as she could give,

It was something Jumi could not imagined doing before the convention. Trying to draw out power from a being that was neither human or one of the Guardian Beasts, that were sometimes the source of Magical Girl or Knight ‘s power. And to do it by drinking her breast milk to. There a soft happy squeal. That familiar taste, Jumi craved it. Now that she said it again, made her thoughts known, she doubted this would be the last time. She paused, licked her lips, looked at Shinigami, that firm dominance still there, but a happiness, maybe playfulness as well. “I intend to drink every drop from both breasts again, you should know. I have come to crave the taste. Hope you can be a little patient with me.” She added, hands still working below. Her mouth alternating between playing with the breast, rubbing and flicking the nipple with the tongue. And a sucking to draw out the milk, not hiding her hunger for it from Shinigami. Yes, Shinigami was no demon, but there was a reason those who did not know her well might think so. Her appearance, the child of Death, some of those powers. It was dangerous to over do it. She kept drinking for a moment. Before pausing to speak again. “Is there one you recommend? To add to the chains. My intention is to completely satisfy you tonight…maybe like never before?” She added playfully, a challenge she might or might not be able to keep. “If there is one that will help me do so I will take it.” She was not looking for power for power’s sake. But if Shinigami offered the gift, she was likely to take it. But the priority was one that would make her be able to do even better tonight. With the domination, and ultimately satisfying all of Shinigami’s needs. Not to overwhelm her like the tentacles, but perhaps give her the greatest pleasure she ever had outside of something like that?

Jumi smiled wildly. Hearing it, knowing how hard it was. “Thank you!” She said joy mixed in with the firm dominating voice. “Good girl! Good girl!” More affection and enthusiasm. But then a groan as she came, hard, her joy probably contributing. “I know how hard it was for you. That being the case, I promise to give you whatever you ask for. If you ask like that. Of course, if you ask even stronger I will go even further to give it to you.” She pulled out. “I did want to feel what it was it like to keep going. But I can’t ignore you, if you ask like that.” She walked to the front of Shinigami, straightened her out, to stand. The glee still on her face, that Shinigami was willing to ask her like that. ”I promise I will give you what you ask for very soon. But there is one little thing I wanted to try once more. See if it will do anything. But you will hopefully like it either way.” The chains shifted a little, exposing Shinigami’s breasts. Now Shinigami was lifted so they were in front of her face. She leaned in. Eagerly took one into mouth. Sucked on it with affection and enthusiasm. Would anything come out this time. After a bit she paused to elaborate. “I will never that time in the manor with you. The tase of what I drank that night. The power it gave me. My first taste of these chains.” They tightened around Shinigami as she said that. Backing up Jumi’s earlier statement. The use of them as proof of her control, but also an affection, care. ”I could not help but wonder. If I tried again, was there any other sort of power you could give me. Especially that make all this even better? Maybe not. Maybe you don’t know? But it is worth a try. Whether it works or not. I want to do this. Maybe while giving you a little of what you ask for. Don’t worry though. You will get more this time.” She began sucking again. Curious if there was more milk, if it would lead to anything. Whether or not it did. She just liked sucking and would keep it up for a little while. The hands touched again. They did similar work as before. But that was just to make things more bearable for Shinigami. She intended to use more than her hands, after she was done with the breasts and seeing if it was just for fun/a nice taste…or something more?