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“Hey, Ren? I’m headed out for a walk, I’ll be back in a little bit. Remember, Boss said—”
“I’m not going anywhere. Quit worrying, alright?”
The black and white cat nodded back at him, then slipped out the window to who knows where he’d ever go. Probably to find more food, or something like that.
Ren had gone through many, many sets of ups and downs with Morgana. More than he could ever care to list out. And certainly more than he could ever tell his roommate and fellow Phantom Thief. The struggle of the not-a-cat construct who’d always been there to help. That was his Magician.
He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other, staring forward at the TV which played this The X Folders DVD for what had to be the thousandth time. He knew the lines, music cues, all of it. He really should just order something to watch from different stores. Hmm.
No, not the thousandth time today. Not even this month. Ren’d only been here this time for what… a couple weeks? He leaned forward to snag the journal off of the table in front of him.
April 18th.
It’d barely been one single week since this iteration had begun.
Igor—or Yaldabaoth, really—had chuckled heartily at his desk when Ren had shown up in the Velvet Room once again. At least the cell door had been open from the start since the first go around.
He’d done all of this shit countless times.
Alright, countless was a slight stretch. But going through this whole Phantom Thieving rigamarole for what surely must be the 30 somethinged time by now was causing the whole act to wear quite impossibly thin.
Ren had given up on trying to figure out why this was happening to him. He probably had about 20 goes back. It wasn’t like he didn’t try different things. Yes, the Phantom Thieves would always form, and the group was the exact same each time—he’d grown far too familiar with them over the course of his initial experience some hundreds of months worth ago to bother experimenting with what’d happen if he pulled someone else into the Metaverse with him.
Every single time, after taking down Maruki, within the next few days at most, he’d wake up from his nap on his initial April train ride into Tokyo. Without fail.
The first couple times freaked him out. By the fifth, he’d understood what was happening. The tenth, it was expected. One of those runs in the teens had been especially violent. It didn’t really help.
Something that had helped him from literally going insane was the constant presence of the people he’d grown incredibly accustomed to. His teammates. Friends. Confidants.
Oftentimes, lovers.
He couldn’t get away from Makoto at first. Then he spent a few goes at it with Ann. He’d had each of the lovely ladies on his roster of confidants at least once. Even Futaba, which he was not the most proud of owing to her considerably… smaller stature. For whatever reason on that run, she’d clung a little tighter to his arm when he’d first taken her to Akihabara. Oh well.
Not a single time had he ventured into bisexuality, though he had been tempted on a few occasions. Akechi probably could use a good hate-fuck one of these times.
Regardless of all of that, Ren simply didn’t know what to do anymore. He’d spent the early going of this run much the same as the recent ones. That is, he didn’t do much different than his first experience.
The framework for the Phantom Thieves was established. He was Joker, of course, and he still commanded the wild card. Morgana with Zorro, Ryuji with the Captain, and Ann alongside Carmen. They would be heading into Kamoshida’s palace in just a couple days to secure the treasure route.
Nothing ever changed about the blockades in the way. He’d tried to circumvent them in the more early goings. It rarely mattered. Shido’s machinations were just too ingrained into the system. There was one time that he’d ripped Akechi to his side by the start of summer, to see if having him along for the ride would get Shido to change his approach.
Nope.
Same slip-up with Haru’s father. Same disaster on the cruiser.
Then, Ren had tried to convince Maruki to renege on his own research and plans on the very next run.
The man was mad. All that’d done was make things more difficult come January in that instance.
If you could think of trying it, Ren had done so already. It was a nightmare, really. An absolute living nightmare.
If he’d continued along the path from his very first time through, he and Makoto would probably have had kids by now. Multiple, even. She’d be the cop she always dreamed of becoming, and he’d be there to support her in every way possible.
That was far too much to want to think about. Pure fantasy.
And he had thought about such things often. By now, he’d learned what to do when his thoughts started to trend too far in that direction. As it turned out, living the same 10 month period 30 something times over allowed for a decent deal of sexual experimentation with the Personas he called his own. It wasn’t often that he did, but if he wanted to get particularly forgetful, there were some very nice ladies in his compendium.
Ren smashed his finger into the off buttons for the DVD player and the TV, then turned the overhead light off and slipped into his milk crate propped up mattress. Checking his phone before drifting off into the Velvety goodness, he saw that he had two unread messages. One from Ryuji, and one from Ann.
Ryuji had simply asked if Ren was sure he didn’t know the airsoft shop guy. He’d managed to draw a good deal out of Iwai, and his friend was impressed. Insisting that he didn’t, Ren shot back a note claiming it was beginner’s luck.
Ann, on the other hand, thanked him for his kindness the last few days. He was trying very hard to not want to just text her back, asking about her parents, about Shiho, to bring up all the details that he could only know from having been a part of her life several times over.
He settled on thanking her for being strong and joining them. For Shiho. Ren hadn’t ever attempted to get super close to the poor volleyballer, all things considered. Who knows what would happen this time.
Ren set his phone back down, and turned over, noticing the window was still open. The curtain fluttered slightly in the gentle night breeze. Morgana should be back soon. He’d surely wake with the cat curled up either on top of him over the blanket, or next to him on the mattress.
He slipped into sleep as fast as the Velvet Room could draw him in.
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Somehow, he still wasn’t used to the transition into the blue lit space. It was always disorienting, on some level, to blip in. Between dreams and reality, mind and matter, blah, blah, blah. He crawled out of the chained up slat called a ‘bed’ and stepped out into the circular room.
“Hey, Yaldy,” he said.
The old god still took Igor’s form. Where the real Igor was during any of this, Ren had no idea. Where Lavenza was right now, he also didn’t know. Usually she was standing guard at his cell.
That was something else—it’d always been Lavenza since fusing Caroline and Justine together on his first run.
“Welcome, Fool. For what have you come? You needn’t spend much time here anymore, do you?” he asked.
“You know exactly why I come here anymore,” said Ren. It was simple. He needed to access his compendium. Quickly select his chosen stress reliever, slip off to his favorite room that’d manifested here a good handful of runs back, and do what needed doing. He just needed to speak to the one who held the keys. “Where’s Lavenza?”
Ever unmoving behind his desk, Yaldabaoth stared ahead at his visitor. “She’s awaiting your call.”
“Yaldy, can you just say what you mean? The theatrical bullshit grew tiring a long time ago,” said Ren.
“Only if you stop calling me that… cruel nickname. You shall address me properly.”
“Alright. Yaldabaoth. Where is she?”
“Down the hall. Your special room. Don’t think I don’t know what goes on in there, trickster.”
“Why would I think you didn’t?” asked Ren, quite rhetorically, as he turned in the direction where he’d be shortly getting his rocks off.
Pacing down the blue wallpapered corridor off a shoot from the center circular prison chamber, Ren quickly came across the room which held a real bed. Blue, gold, pristine. Luxurious, as only a space between realities could conjure.
Sitting on the end of it was Lavenza.
She was joined by an attendant Ren had never seen before. He was stunned, frozen in place. What could possibly have caused that?
She was a beauty, whoever she was. She had platinum blonde hair, just like Lavenza’s. Gold bows held it up in a large intertwined braid. Decked entirely in blue, with similarly gold adornments, fitting the theme. Short ankle boots, stockings, a sundress of sorts. What stood out most to Ren was the tight golden choker she wore around her neck. She also showed more skin than he thought possible of an attendant.
If Ren had to guess, he’d say she looked in her early 20’s. He knew that Velvet Room attendants were likely ageless, however, but it was still interesting, as Lavenza and the two fused to make her were much younger in appearance.
After collecting himself from the shock of something new for the first time in more than 20 runs, he finally asked the question. “Lavenza… Who is this?”
“Hello, trickster. This is Agatha. I’m sorry you’ve not been able to meet her until now.”
Before Ren could respond, Agatha hopped from the bed, sauntering right up to him. She clearly had something to say, so Ren allowed her to put on whatever show she was working to perform.
She shoved a finger right into Ren’s face, and she was about even in height with him in those boots. “I know what you’re up to, trickster. Don’t think you can fool me!”
Ren lurched back a bit. She smelled wonderful, right up in his face. A delicious citrusy scent.
But he didn’t know what she was talking about. “What?”
“Ooooh, trickster. You’re gonna be a bad boy this time around, I just know it. And I know that you know it too!” Her finger hadn’t moved from where it’d been placed when it’d nearly scraped Ren’s nose. She had a wild look in her eye.
“Sister, please calm yourself,” said Lavenza. They were sisters? “Our trickster does not intend harm upon his friends. That much I know with my entire being.”
Agatha turned to her “sister,” frowning impressively expressionably. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that!” She stomped off, staring down Ren the entire time, as he watched her depart from the room. He looked back to Lavenza, who held a small forced smile.
“She does mean well, I promise you,” she said.
“You must understand my hesitation then…”
The small forced smile became smaller and even more forced. “To be honest, trickster, I don’t know why she’s come this time myself. I suppose we can add that to the list of many mysteries.”
“I’ll say. So long as I have access to that compendium,”—he pointed at the large golden book in Lavenza’s grip—“I think I’ll be okay.”
“You do, trickster. Do not worry about that. Now, as I could feel your presence approaching, I brought myself here in preparation. Who would you like to… acquaint yourself with… tonight?”
He’d been thinking about it since just before arriving at the Velvet Room. Really, it wasn’t a question. “I’d like to summon Succubus. And Lavenza?”
“Yes, trickster?”
“Thank you for being so… accommodating. I’m sure you’re tired of me by now too.”
“Do not concern yourself with such things,” she said, opening the book. “Here she is.” Lavenza tapped the page, and a small blue light flung out of it and onto Ren’s face, manifesting as one of his many masks.
“You may want to leave now,” said Ren.
Lavenza curtsied, and made her way to the door. Just as Ren was about to peel the mask off, fully summoning Succubus, Lavenza said one more thing before departing. “When you’re done here… good luck, trickster. It feels as though you may need more of it this time.” She nodded her head and slipped out.
Why would he need more luck? Whatever. He could figure it out later. For now, he was really hoping to get his cock milked by a winged demon woman.
He tore the mask off his face, vanishing in a series of flames, and Succubus simply appeared in front of him. She was entirely attireless, save for the necklace, just as he’d remembered registering. Her wings flapped softly as she floated above him, tail flicking back and forth, staring down deviously.
“It’s been some time,” she said. That, it had. Probably not for a few runs had he called on this lady of the night.
Ren started to wriggle out of his green sweatpants. He was rock hard already, having been since shortly after capturing a whiff of Agatha’s lovely scent.
Succubus lowered toward Ren, leveling with his face, as he pulled her in for a fast kiss. After drifting back, she grinned. “Same as usual?”
“Absolutely,” said Ren, stepping backward until his legs met the bed. He fell onto his behind as Succubus continued to float down toward his groin. Ren wasn’t massive by any means, but he was solidly above average.
The only cock sucker he knew better than Succubus was the wonderful Becky—Sadayo Kawakami. Which he very much would prefer, but did not have access to at this point in time, and likely wouldn’t in that way for a few months.
Succubus’ tongue met his tip, and he groaned in delight. His last release had been balls deep inside of the previous run’s lover, who’d also happened to be Kawakami. That’d been… nearly two weeks ago, per his experience with time. One of those last days of January.
The demon lady worked his cock with her split demon tongue. All over. Not much slobber. She ran a tight ship, cheeks sucked in around his length.
It was so warm. Always. He’d never tire of feeling a hot mouth on his shaft. She tickled at his balls with her pointed fingernails. Plodding at them, tingling, sending an avalanche of sensations directly to Ren’s brain.
He watched as her lips softly moved up and down his cock, popping off the end with a fitting sound several times. Her demonic eyes turned pink as she stared back at him, working away. He was immune to her Marin Karin, if that’s what she was trying, as he’d summoned her in the first place.
“Keep sucking on my fucking cock, bitch, damn.”
Ren wasn’t the best dirty talker, and he found himself being a more than generous lover most of the time.
This was not one of those times. She simply smirked around him, as it didn’t seem that she cared.
He just needed to cum. Succubus’ face hole was a beyond acceptable receptacle for his release. And she was more than willing to let him use it.
Her hands had found their place away from his ballsack, having now settled on the inside of his thighs, slowly splaying the fingers along his skin, pulling him ever closer to the massive orgasm that was building up in his loins.
It was coming on fast. He reached up to run a hand of his own through her hair. It looked softer than it was to the touch. Probably some strange demonic side effect. Whatever. He gripped onto her head, yanking it down as he began to properly fuck her mouth as she still floated in the air, very amenable to his manipulations.
She glucked away, not really having a choice as she allowed his brutal hammering up into her face. When Ren could not hold it any longer, he ripped her down onto his meat, slamming it as deep as it could go down her tight demon whore throat. “Fuck yes!” he exclaimed as his cock blasted burst after burst of hot sticky load down her pipe.
Succubus didn’t make a peep as her gullet was filled. The only sounds produced were continued garbles and swallowing gulps, as she pulsed her throat around his still throbbing length.
It was fucking fantastic. If Ren had half a mind, he’d never leave this room, continuously calling on any number of mythological sluts to do his masturbatory work for him. It was more rewarding to dump seed into the real ladies topside, however, so he didn’t do that.
As Succubus popped off of his cock for the final time, grinning widely as she slowly solidified back into the mask which reformed on his face, Ren couldn’t feel much else beside the sweat that’d built up on his forehead and in his hair. And the incredible orgasmic sensation which still played along his spent manhood.
That was a large load. He only hoped that it’d not transferred into his real reality boxers.