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Himmel sighed quietly as he sat on a chair in front of the fireplace. Earlier that day, they had defeated a group of thieves swarming the village, and so the villagers had thrown them a large party and insisted they spend the night in the most extravagant place in town.
Which, of course, wasn’t that extravagant. But it had a foyer with a fireplace, and enough rooms for each of the party members to have their own space. That was a blessing, because having to share a room with the snoring Heiter and restless Eisen, as he often did, meant that Himmel could barely sleep.
Maybe the buildup of poor sleep was why, now, he was beginning to feel a sharp pain in the front of his head.
Eisen had already retired to his bedroom for the night, and Heiter was passed out in his bed as well. Frieren was kneeling on the floor, her green eyes intently focused on the new grimoire that the villagers had awarded them.
Himmel couldn’t help but think how lovely she looked. Her light pink lips, small and soft-looking, were slightly parted as she let out a small gasp.
“Is it a good one, Frieren?” Himmel said with a smile.
“Yes,” she said, grinning. “This one has multiple spells. How to turn your opponent into a frog, how to turn your opponent into a cat, how to turn your opponent into a bug…”
“I’m starting to sense a pattern,” he said.
“I want to try it on Heiter,” she said, and paused, putting a finger to her lips. “Although…it doesn’t say how to turn them back.”
Himmel chuckled.
“Best to hold off on it, then,” he said.
Frieren looked up at him. He felt his chest stir.
“Hey,” she said. “Since you’re here. Will you brush my hair before I go to sleep? Heiter and Eisen are always too rough.”
Himmel tried not to blush. It wasn’t unheard of for the elf to request help with her long, silver hair. He had brushed and styled it for her more than once, and it was always blissful. Being close enough to breathe in her scent, to see her long, thick eyelashes that were the same soft grey shade as her hair, to hear her quiet, even breaths as she shut her eyes and ever-so-slightly leaned back against him.
She didn’t think anything of it, of course. He knew that. Her hair was a hassle to deal with, herself, and Himmel, being the most gentle of the trio of men, was the logical choice.
“Certainly,” he said. “Now?”
Frieren nodded.
Himmel felt another surge of pain stabbing at his temple when he stood up. He suppressed a grimace, and went over to Frieren’s briefcase. He opened it and retrieved the dark wooden hairbrush from inside and smiled. He had bought it for her near the start of their journey a few years ago, and it touched him that she still had it.
He sat down behind her and groaned slightly as the pain in his head pulsed yet again. Frieren seemed not to notice, engrossed in her reading. He leaned in towards her, and gently took a small section of hair in his hand. She smelled like nature itself, crisp and clean and herbal, with an underlying sweetness.
Frieren sighed softly as Himmel began to slowly, carefully, comb her hair. He could feel her back start to press against his chest. By the time he had finished with the left half of her mane, he could tell by her slow and even breaths that she had fallen asleep, still holding the grimoire in her hand. He craned his neck slightly to view her sleeping face, and realized he could see down her dress. Jerking his neck away, he scolded himself as he couldn’t stop his mind’s eye from picturing the gentle slope of her small breasts and the points of her tiny, pink nipples.
He had seen her naked a few times, before—on accident, of course. He had nearly fainted the first time he caught a glimpse of her naked body, as he walked past her room and its unopened door. She seemed, at first, to have a habit of leaving her doors open.
“Frieren,” Heiter had said. “You have to start shutting your door when you change. You’re going to break Himmel.”
“Why?” she had asked flatly.
Himmel had looked to Heiter with a red face and pleading eyes, unable to speak.
“Because…Well, because…”
“Not everything needs an explanation,” Eisen had said.
Frieren had shrugged him off, but there had been no accidents since then.
It was almost, Himmel thought, a little disappointing.
He felt a pang of guilt, of disgust with himself, shoot through his chest. To have such impure thoughts about the woman, when she had not even an iota of interest in such things.
To be sure, he thought, he would be perfectly content if he could stay like this forever—sitting with her, brushing her hair in the peaceful, quiet night.
Though, of course, if she ever were to be interested in other things…
Stop it, Himmel thought to himself, and gently combed through a small knot with his fingers before picking up the next section of hair and brushing it.
Suddenly, a pain burst through his entire skull that was so severe that he instinctively pressed both palms against his head, the hairbrush clattering to the ground. He was unable to stop himself from groaning. He felt Frieren shift her weight away from him.
“What?” she mumbled.
Strange, he thought, that she had awoken so easily. She was normally an extremely heavy sleeper.
“Sorry,” he said. “Headache.”
“Headache?” Frieren repeated sleepily. “Get Heiter to fix it.”
Himmel sighed quietly, rubbing his temples.
“He’s passed out, I’m afraid,” he said.
“Oh,” Frieren said, and was quiet for some time.
Then, she straightened her back and crawled over to her suitcase. She was, he thought with a smile, clearly half-asleep.
“I have a potion for pain,” she muttered, picking up two bottles, one full of dark purple liquid and one full of light purple liquid. She stared at them for a moment, and then picked up the darker one.
“It’s weak,” she said, “so drink the whole thing.”
“Thank you, Frieren,” he said.
He shouldn’t, he knew, feel so touched by her giving him the potion. Heiter was indisposed, so it was only logical that she would go to the next-best option. But still, he was happy that she cared about him enough to help him at all.
Or maybe she just wanted him to finish her hair.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t save it?” he asked.
She nodded, and crawled back in front of him, uncorking the bottle before handing it to him, as well as the hairbrush.
He took a deep breath, and then swallowed the potion in one go. It tasted sweet, and went down easily.
“Okay,” he said. “How long should it take to work?”
Frieren shrugged.
“Not long,” she said, and turned so that her back was facing him.
“Finish,” she said.
He tried not to wince as his head started pulsing. He slowly began combing the rightmost section of her hair, stopping when the pain grew sharper and more insistent. He moaned, pressing the hand that held her hair against his temple.
Frieren turned and looked up at him.
“Himmel?”
She sounded alert. He always felt something stirring in his stomach when she looked at him with those large, green eyes.
“Sorry,” he said. He hadn’t meant to wake her up.
“It should kick in soon,” Frieren said. “Why do you have a headache?”
Himmel chuckled, and cringed when it made his pain worse.
"Humans are fragile creatures,” he said. “Sometimes we develop aches and pains for no reason at all.”
“Weird,” she said.
“It is,” he said.
He took several deep breaths and felt the pain decrease slightly. Then, he continued combing her hair.
When he was nearly finished, he realized that his pain had decreased substantially. However, he was beginning to feel feverish. His heart was starting to pound. His face was flushed, and he suddenly felt lightheaded.
Frieren looked up at him, again, and he felt warmth in his stomach. It was like some invisible force was pushing him towards her. He wanted to bury his head into her hair.
“Himmel?” she said. “Why did you stop?”
“Sorry,” he said. "I feel…strange.”
"Maybe I gave you the wrong potion,” she said, with a flippant shrug. “Although, I can’t remember what the other one was.”
His dizziness grew worse and he shut his eyes, taking several deep breaths. Her scent was overpowering, and it smelled thick and sweet, even sweeter than it had before. With each inhale, it was like the scent was traveling straight from his nose to his brain, replacing whatever thoughts were there with a warm haze.
His heart started beating louder in his ears and he felt an ache growing quickly into a pain in his stomach and below it.
Below it, he thought, and then he felt his stomach flip. He leapt to his feet.
He had an erection in front of Frieren, he thought, mortified. What on earth had brought that on? He had to get away.
"I’m going to my room. Goodnight,” he said quickly, and rushed to his door. He buried himself under the bedcovers and sighed with relief as he shoved his hand down his pants, unable to keep from moaning as his trembling fingers brushed the tip of his cock.
He had certainly felt urges before, and had taken care of them himself whenever they came up, but he had never felt like this. This wasn’t a mere urge, a minor itch, a quiet nagging in his mind. This was a need, a pain, a scream insistent on release.
Gripping himself, he moved his hand up and down rapidly, his breaths growing shorter, his mind growing foggier, and he tried to stop picturing the milky, smooth skin of Frieren’s breasts as he bit his tongue to keep from cursing. He shuddered and let out a shaky exhale as he reached his climax, feeling his cum trickle down his fingers. The tension and pain in his body had vanished. He took several deep breaths. He felt his stomach turn.
What in hell, he thought, had gotten into him?
He sighed softly. He could feel his heart rate slowing.
Whatever it was, he thought, at least it was over with now.
He needed to go wash up, he thought. Have a bath and then put on his nightclothes. Then he would say goodnight to Frieren properly, if the woman hadn’t gone to sleep by then. Chances were that in the minute or so that he had been gone, she had already fallen asleep.
Maybe that was all the more reason to tell her goodnight, he thought. She should sleep comfortably, not on the floor.
He felt his pulse start to quicken again, as he imagined picking up Frieren before lowering her onto the bed. How her soft, warm body would feel pressed against his chest. Her heat. Her scent.
Oh no, he thought. He was getting hard again. How was that even possible? It hadn’t even been five minutes, let alone—
“Himmel,” Frieren said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
He didn’t want her to see him like this, he thought. Sweaty. Dirty.
“Frieren,” he rasped. “Please don’t come in.”
She ignored him and started walking towards his bedside. He tried to take slow breaths. He was feeling hot again.
“I remembered what the potion was,” she said. “It was an aphrodisiac.”
"An aphrodisiac?” he repeated, trying to keep his voice low and neutral. "Why…Why would you have that?”
“I thought it would be a fun prank,” she said.
“A prank?” he repeated.
"Not to use the whole thing,” she clarified. “Just to put a little in everyone’s food and then watch them get confused.”
What kind of a prank was that? he thought.
“But you drank it all,” she said, frowning. “So now I can’t use it.”
"You—You told me to—”
“I know,” she said. “You were just doing what I told you to do, so I’ll help you.”
Help? He didn’t want help. He wanted to be alone, and as far away from her as possible.
She came up to him and put her hand on his forehead. He was overwhelmed with her scent, which was now almost sickly sweet.
“Are humans always this hot?” she said.
He shook his head.
She smelled so good. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to grab her hand and shove her fingers in his mouth.
“Please leave,” he whimpered, and cringed at the sound of his own voice.
She stepped away from him and moved down, and pointed to his erection that was tenting the bedsheets.
“What is this?” she said, looking at him.
His face, he thought, couldn’t have possibly been any redder.
“It’s…It’s—“
“Just kidding,” she said, giving him a small smile that made his stomach flutter. “I know what it is.”
“I’m much older than you,” she said. “Of course I’ve seen a human penis before.”
What? The thought of another man showing her his most private part was repulsive to him in that moment. If the man had been there, he would’ve leapt out of bed and strangled him.
"Don’t tell me about it,” he said.
Frieren pursed her lips together and stared at him. He looked away.
His cock pressed painfully against his pants. It took everything in his power not to rip them off. He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands under his waistband once again.
“D—Don’t look,” he said, but she kept her gaze locked onto his, a smile on her lips. He clenched his eyes shut and stroked himself until he came with a shuddering gasp.
Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes, and Frieren was still there, looking almost smug.
"No surprise that my presence helped you take care of things so quickly,” she said. “I am, after all, very attractive.”
Himmel chuckled. She certainly was.
“Well,” Frieren said, "if that’s all, I’m going to go to sleep.”
She thought that was it? She didn’t know the effects of the thing she bought herself? She didn’t know that his relief was only temporary?
She shouldn’t even be here at all, Himmel thought. If he was in his right mind, he wouldn’t have dared touch himself with her there. So, to ask her to do anything more would be the most selfish, greedy, disgusting thing he could possibly do.
He felt his breaths start to quicken again.
Would she do anything more, if he asked? She had said, after all, that she wanted to help him.
No. No. There was no way that he was going to take advantage of the situation like that.
He could feel his head spinning. Even though she was more than a foot away, he could smell her. Taste her.
What if she would undress for him? What if he could see what she looked like for more than a few moments?
He groaned softly as he felt pressure building in his groin.
What if she would touch him? What if she would let him touch her?
“Oh,” she said flatly. “It’s back.”
“Frieren,” he said. “It keeps coming back. The potion…”
“Is that how it works?” she said, cocking her head. “Well, the potion lasts between 15 minutes to an hour. So it’s almost over.”
"An hour?” he repeated, feeling painfully tense. “I can’t…”
He couldn’t stop himself anymore. Again, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began moving up and down. Frieren was looking at him, a small smile on her lips, and it was too beautiful for him to look away. He came while her eyes were locked onto his.
Then, as his breaths started to slow, he felt shame enveloping him, and he looked away.
In front of Frieren? he thought. What was wrong with him? Sure, he had taken some sort of powerful potion, but did he really have such little control of himself? He felt dizzy, felt his pulse starting to quicken again, felt his lower body starting to ache. He, who was supposed to be a big hero, who was supposed to protect his party, reduced to this? Someone who couldn’t even control his most base desires. How would Frieren look at him now? He felt tears starting to well up in his eyes.
Frieren frowned.
"It’s strange to see you in so much distress, Himmel,” she said.
Frieren was, he thought, concerned about him? She, who was far and away the least empathetic in the party (if not the least-empathetic in the entire village) was feeling sympathy for him?
He was starting to hurt.
“What can I do to help?” she asked.
She was asking him? She was asking him, and he could ask for anything…
“Frieren,” he said shakily.
Don’t be too greedy, he thought.
"Your dress,” he panted. “Could you…Would you…?”
"You wish to see me without my dress? Very well,” she said, and gracefully lifted it over her head, revealing her slender figure. She wasn’t wearing underclothes.
Never, in his wildest dreams, did Himmel think he would ever get to see what was now in front of his eyes, and it was a thousand times more wonderful than anything he had ever imagined.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
Frieren smiled smugly.
“Yes. I am. You’re very lucky.”
His erection was straining against his pants. He realized that he would have to deal with one lesser level of difficulty if he took them off.
He slid his pants and his boxers down, though he was still covered by the bedsheets, and stroked himself until he reached his climax with a large moan.
His hand was now covered in his own cum. It was warm and sticky. How many times did this make? How much of this was left?
He took a deep breath.
“Frieren,” he gasped. “Thank you.”
“You should quiet down,” she said with a smirk, “unless you want Eisen to come rushing in here. You sound like you’ve been struck.”
“Oh,” he said softly, his cheeks burning.
“What shall I do now?” she said, looking at him.
The most beautiful woman in the entire world was right here in front of him, and asking what to do? His head was spinning and the dull ache in his groin was already returning.
"You…”
“Oh! I know,” she said, and climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. “Men like this, don’t they?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
She hummed as she lowered herself against his erection, their bodies separated only by the bedsheets. She leaned forward, putting her hand on his torso, and snapped her hips once, grinding against him as her breasts bounced.
He moaned and he felt his cock twitch.
She gave him a satisfied smile and moved her hips again, more slowly this time.
"It feels good,” she said quietly, as though she were talking to herself.
He felt good to her. He felt himself grinning madly, trying to stay quiet as she continued rubbing against him. Her own face was becoming flushed. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax, and he shivered as he let out a shaky exhale.
“Oh? Already?” Frieren said.
Himmel tried to catch his breath. Frieren was naked, in his bed. Doing things for him. Trying to bring him pleasure.
Well, he thought, there was no trying. She was succeeding.
Get it together, he thought to himself. She was being strangely kind, tonight, but regardless, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of her goodwill.
The woman met his eyes and smiled once more. He felt his pulse rising yet again, felt tension building in his groin again, except this time, he felt even hotter. Felt as if he were about to faint.
“Himmel,” Frieren said.
His head was swimming.
"What next?” she asked.
He wanted her. Every way. Any way. Wanted to feel her skin. Wanted to taste her.
“Frieren,” he breathed, and outstretched both his hands.
She cocked her head and crawled forward until her face was only a few inches from his.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asked.
He couldn’t dare kiss her, he thought, but he needed her to be closer.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him until her small breasts were squished against his chest. She yelped in surprise as he dug his fingers into her skin in a futile attempt to get even closer. He moaned and shut his eyes and inhaled deeply as her scent consumed him. He thrust his hips upward and rubbed himself against her body, his breaths hitching as he approached his climax. After he came, he loosened his grip on the woman and his hips crashed onto the bed.
He was panting, barely able to see anything but the woman’s face as she raised herself up.
“Himmel,” she said, giving him a small grin. “You’re acting like an animal. Like a little dog in heat trying to mate with my leg.”
Himmel’s body was overwhelmed with fire. He felt embarrassed, felt ashamed, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying her name.
She seemed to have enjoyed when she was grinding against him. They could do that again, or something similar. Something similar, because he needed her to be close. Closer. As close as they could be.
“Frieren,” he breathed. “Will you…on my…”
Somehow, she understood what he was trying to say.
She chuckled.
“You want me to sit on your face?”
He nodded.
“Pervert,” she said flatly.
“I…I am. I’m sorry.”
She shrugged and crawled up to him and then lowered herself onto his face, positioned perfectly so that she could grind against his nose. He was surrounded by her musk, flicking his tongue frantically so he could taste as much of the sweetness that dribbled out of her as possible, while she thrust her hips forwards. He could hear her breathing quicken, could hear her letting out soft, high moans. With each sound from her, he grew closer and closer to climax. She began grinding against him more rapidly and he felt her thighs squeezing his head.
She let out a trembling gasp and seemed to go momentarily limp. He felt her weight shifting off his face and onto the wall. He came just afterward, unable to stay quiet as he felt waves of release and relief washing over him, more powerful than they had ever been.
Panting, he found Frieren’s waist, sat up, lifted her into his lap, and embraced her, pressing his head into her shoulder.
“Frieren,” he mumbled.
"Himmel,” she said, sounding slightly short-of-breath. "That actually felt good. I’m surprised.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Too beautiful for the world, too beautiful for him, and yet…
“Frieren,” he said. “I love you.”
She stared at him for a moment, then grinned.
“Of course you do,” she said. "All men do. I’m beautiful. Not to mention my talent for magic.”
He sighed and he felt his stomach sinking. His limbs felt heavy, but they started to shake. Not due to the effects of the potion, but because he was beginning to comprehend what he had just done.
He had not only basically exposed himself to Frieren, but gotten her involved. Involved in things he couldn’t even bear to say out loud. What had he done? How was he possibly going to face her when they went on their next adventure? How was he going to face her now?
“Frieren,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m…I’m so sorry.”
“Huh? Why are you apologizing?” she said. “I’m the one who gave you the wrong potion.”
Frieren was being far more gracious, he thought, than he deserved.
“Himmel?”
She must have been an angel, or the Goddess herself. There was no other explanation.
“Himmel?”
“Ah…F—Frieren…”
“Have I broken Himmel?” Frieren said, a hint of concern in her voice.
He chuckled, still barely able to speak, his face bright red.
"Oh, are you still feeling the effects of the potion? We can—"
“No, no, no,” he said. "I…I…”
“Ah,” she said. "I’ll put my dress back on, then.”
When she was finished dressing, she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Did I hurt you?” she said. “You’re staring at me.”
Himmel shook his head.
“I…”
He sighed, still unable to speak.
Finally, after what felt to him like an eternity, he caught his breath.
“Frieren,” he said. “Please…Don’t tell Heiter and Eisen about this.”
Or me, he thought. He never wanted to hear about this again.
The elf nodded.
“Well,” she said, “do you still have a headache?”
“N—No,” he said.
She crossed her arms and smiled.
“Then, I’d say I didn’t make any mistakes after all. Why do you look so bothered, then?”
Himmel could feel that his face was still bright red.
“Because we…We just…”
“You seem troubled by this,” Frieren said, furrowing her brow.
"If it bothers you so much,” she continued, “I have a recipe for a potion that will erase our memory for the past 24 hours.”
Himmel gave her a small smile.
"I’m not sure if I have full trust in your potions, Frieren.”