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Even after everything that had happened in Penacony, Golden Hour remained as beautiful as ever.
The Dreamscape was still populated with many people, although notably less than before – perhaps due to the leaks made to the public that made the more skittish flee the planet, lest they be caught up in another Ena incident. At the same time though the fleeing crowds just invited more in, doubly so with the family apparently reducing entry fees, meaning a swarm of people came to exploit the cheaper prices – a rarity, apparently.
Nonetheless even then the population was lower than it was pre-Ena, made evident by the thinner crowds and even fewer cars, which personally he didn't mind. The amount of times he'd been hit by one of them was ridiculous – it wasn't his fault there wasn't any pedestrian crossings. Well granted there were but not enough for his liking, and the street was narrow enough he could just pop over whenever he liked. Not his fault distracted drivers didn't think to stop when someone walked out in front of them.
Or maybe he was just being sour about it. Getting run over several times did that to you.
Exhaling Caelus dispelled the thought from his mind, if only because thinking on it wouldn't do him any good. Instead the young man continued his meandering down the street, eyes drifting idly to the numerous stalls on street corners or signs in windows; just, taking it all in. With everything that had been going on he hadn't had much of a chance to just kick back and relax, even when he was on his quasi-date with Firefly shortly after his arrival.
It had been a solid week since it had all gone down, culminating in the defeat of the Order's dream – and since then things had been... normal, he dared to say. He and the others from the Astral Express continued to help out their allies near and far, they had begun plotting their next journey, so on and so forth. Himeko and Welt weren't quite ready to leave Penacony behind yet due to everything still being unstable, whilst March was gladly using the free vacation time to shop to her heart's content and enjoy all Penacony had to offer – all on The Family's dime, too. Though considering how rich they probably were, he was willing to bet March could buy all their stock and it'd be a drop in the bucket for them.
'I wonder how Robin is doing...' The thought came to him.
The last he'd seen of her was meeting her in the Grand Theatre after everything had gone down, returning to her evidence of her brother's... potential demise. Though the cynic in him said it was more than likely true, Robin's optimism about him being out there resonated with him, even if it painfully echoed with Tingyun's apparent fate. She, too, was thought to still be out there. She, as well, had yet to be found and was presumed dead by all but the most optimistic, or denialist folk.
Still he wouldn't say that to her face – she was grieving, her whole world had been shaken, and depending on how things went in Penacony she might be in a rough situation for the next while. Her tours would likely be on-hold while they sorted things out and she might not even have the spirit to do them anymore, what with everything going on. Hell she might even stay in Penacony permanently to help rebuild things – or perhaps she might even flee at the first chance, due to the bad memories it now holds. It was too early to say and while he was fond of the songstress, he didn't want to make assumptions on her thought processes, given the time.
Reaching the end of the street Caelus looked about idly, watching a passing car – damnable thing – drive around the bend. His gaze followed, tracing its sleek form as it vanished from sight around another corner – but lilac hair caught his eye. It was a chance glimpse, his initial thoughts quenched when he saw the woman herself wearing a thick trench coat and hat, but the hair colour alone stirred his interest. So much so he abandoned his solemn post on the street corner and hurried after the woman as she stopped to look in a shop window, her face covered by sunglasses and a face mask.
He almost called out to her but held back, opting instead to get close and whisper his suspicion. ''Robin?''
The figure flinched, and though her face was hidden he could read the surprise in her shoulders. ''C- Caelus?! Is that you?''
The voice alone confirmed it, bringing a light smile to his lips. ''Yeah. I'm not interrupting anything, right?''
''Oh no not at all!'' Robin hurried to assure; a nudge lifting her glasses, her eyes full of warmth. ''It's so good to see you again. I had thought the Astral Express had left Penacony by now.''
''Not yet. We're still debating on where to head to next, plus we have some things that need settling in Penacony too.'' He replied conversationally, glancing about and calming when nobody paid them much mind. Then again in even a sparse crowd, Robin's disguise was good enough to brush off passing glances. ''How have you been? With... y'know.''
Robin made a noise of acknowledgement. Though it was hard to read her by her eyes alone the way they flitted off to the side spoke of her mood well enough. ''I am... doing my best, presently. The Oak Family has found no trace of Brother yet, but I know he's still out there... but I've searched everywhere I can. The only places I've not yet checked are still unstable, or infested with monsters, so I have to wait until the Bloodhound Family clears them out.''
''But I know he wouldn't want me to be sad for him.'' Robin added, gaze lifting to his, and he could see a hint of a smile with how her eyes narrowed. ''He would always tell me birds have no place indoors, and chase me outside. Given that, I've taken to walks like today, just... enjoying what we, The Family, have been able to offer our guests. Especially with certain limited-time sales ongoing.''
''Sales...?''
At that Robin glanced about, making sure nobody was looking, before opening the carrier bag she had under her arm – revealing within numerous plastic boxes. Their contents weren't visible from above but the numerous Clockie or Clockie-inspired artwork on them hinted as to their contents.
''I'll admit I'm a bit of a fan of Clockie.'' Robin whispered to him bashfully. ''They recently released a new line of models and stickers, so I just had to come out and get them before resellers bought the whole stock.''
''I see...'' He didn't quite get the hype, but then again he also seemed to be the only one that appreciated trash cans, so he wouldn't judge.
Robin tucked her bag under her arm once more. ''Mm. B-By the way, since you're here, do you want to come get some ice cream? If you're not busy, of course.''
''Sounds good to me.'' Caelus offered a smile.
Robin flicked her sunglasses back over her eyes, but her elation was evident in her gait as she took him by the hand and pulled him through the crowds – the nearest ice cream shop their destination.
As if fate had ordained it, it wasn't that far away – just around the corner and up the stairs towards the place he first met Firefly, in fact. It was a small shop tucked between two larger ones, the music playing out of it joined by the pink fluorescent lights that occasionally flickered to white then brown; the traditional Neapolitan colours. And much like many things in Penacony it didn't adhere to traditional physics; that much becoming apparent the second Robin pulled him over the threshold of the front door as space itself expanded, turning what should be a tiny parlour into a grand, fully-fledged shop longer than the Astral Express's main carriage and twice as deep.
The pink walls were adorned with many pictures of celebrity visitors or past owners, following the orange-blue stripe that waved along the wall and counter. What he immediately took notice of though was the line of booths around the rim of the room; a simple red curtain all that was present to hide those inside but seemingly cutting off all noise, providing a privacy only Penacony's Dreamscape could.
''This way.'' Robin whispered to him then, pulling him along.
Caelus complied, following just a step behind the disguised songstress as she led him to one of the booths. The circular couch within was big enough to fit six people easily if not more, soon hosting Robin as she squeezed in the left side and prompted him to take the right, a tug of the golden rope pulling the curtains shut – and in an instant, quietening the noise of the outside world to just a dull, ASMR-level hum.
''There. We have utmost privacy now.'' Robin breathed an audible sigh of relief as she removed her hat and glasses, her head-wings flapping several times and helping tuck some hair from her eyes. ''It's so stuffy, wearing this whenever I need to go out.''
''Because of your fans I'm guessing?''
''Indeed.'' Robin sighed and removed her jacket. ''Though I wouldn't be opposed to meet a fan like Miss March, when you agree to sign something for one fan another always happens to show up, and then another after that – and before you know it, you're left standing there for a whole hour just signing stuff. Then a crowd forms and the Bloodhounds need to disperse it, inevitably meaning I also need to go back home until the crowds calm down...''
''Sounds rough.'' Caelus said sympathetically. He wasn't nearly the same level of fame, but the people of Belobog looked up to him greatly and even moreso on the Xianzhou Luofu. Hardly worshipping the ground he walked on, but they were definitely too eager to do whatever he asked of them.
Robin hummed and plucked up a menu from the table. ''Have you ever used one of these before?''
''...I'm guessing it's not just a normal menu?''
A light giggle escaped her. ''Not by outworlder standards, no. All you need to do is tap which option you want-''
A tap, and a glass bowl with strawberry ice cream topped with roasted bananas appeared before her.
''-and it just appears like that.'' Robin said with a smile, pulling the bowl in front of her and digging in.
Curious he took his own menu and looked it over, a number of the offerings bizarre and only tangentially related to their real-life counterparts, but he did spy one with vanilla in the name and poked it. Not a second later a wide, narrow glass bowl popped into existence before him, rows of vanilla scoops presenting themselves with a thick drizzling of chocolate sauce and sprinkles, the sight alone enough to make lesser men drool.
He dug in gladly all the same, the rich vanilla taste one he wouldn't be forgotten soon. Combined with the still-warm chocolate sauce and it was a mouthwatering mix of tart chocolate and creamy vanilla. His eyes though caught movement and flitted up, spying Robin just as she took a big spoonful of hers.
She noticed his gaze and paused, warmth colouring her cheeks pink as she instead took only a small, demure bite instead, her right wing curling in to cover her eyes somewhat.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight. ''You don't have to be embarrassed; I think it's cute.''
''If you say it like that, I'll get even more embarrassed...'' Robin admitted demurely but pulled back her head-wing all the same, her smile shy. ''I suppose even after all these years I still kept a bit overexcited when it comes to sweet treats. My brother used to spoil me like that when we were kids.''
Caelus nodded along and inquired more about it. She lavished him with stories about past visits, both in disguise and not, about how sad she was that she couldn't simply walk in and greet the owner like she used to due to her fame. Somewhere along the line that turned into a discussion over what flavours the menu had and what each of them meant, with 'Stardrizzle' apparently meaning cherry and blueberry whilst Citron Star was a mix of various tart flavours from a neighbouring star system.
Many other flavours presented themselves, the list seemingly made of laminated paper but in truth closer to a digital screen, allowing him to scroll through what must've easily been two hundred plus ice creams, some more exotic than others and many of which Robin could name from heart, such was her fondness for creamy treats. While the aforementioned treats were nice, however, in truth he was more entertained by her enthusiasm – her noblesse overcome by elation.
Had he been a more teasing person he might've pointed that out, to elicit another flustered look from the Halovian.
However he kept such thoughts to himself and just listened to her chatter on, half the flavours going in one ear and out the other – but her charm remaining easily in his mind.
X-x-X
Time bled by quickly, and before he knew it nearly an hour and a half had passed with them tucked away in the ice cream booth – their stay prolonged by some milkshakes equally as exotic as their creamy treats.
By the time they left he was prepared to part ways, not wanting to impose on her any longer – when Robin clutched onto his sleeve and made another request of him. Or rather, an offer.
''Do you want to come see my Clockie collection?''
An odd offer for anyone else, but considering how much of a super-fan she seemed to be he obliged. Though admittedly he hadn't thought much into where she lived, nor that it would only be a short trip around the corner to where several large, mansion-like houses laid.
Caelus eyed the manor before him dubiously, following just a few steps behind Robin – now back in her disguise – as she led him through the iron gates and along the stone pathway, a lavish amount of greenery both familiar and foreign lining the path. From an oak tree on his right to a cluster of reed-like plants on his right by a pond, the front garden was perpetually being attended to by sentient objects, such as a pair of shears that trimmed trees and flowers with just a small pair of wings to keep them aloft.
Though given everything he'd seen up until that point, he wasn't surprised.
Dispelling such a thought he slowed as Robin did, the front door locked by a passcode that Robin inputted with languid ease; the black double doors swinging inwards of their own accord and letting the pair of them inside. Ivory marbled walls with a black marble flooring greeted them, all of it screaming rich in such a way he felt almost out-of-place by virtue alone, though the wealthy appearance was softened somewhat by portraits of Robin and what looked like fans hanging off of the walls, instead of with members of The Family.
Just then another sentient object – a kettle with wings – floated up to them, its lid opening as if in salute. ''Welcome back, Miss Robin and guest. Would you like me to notify the staff of your return?''
''No need Frederick.'' Robin assured, her smile warm as if greeting a family member rather than an object. ''Please have some Charmony Tea prepared for us and send it up.''
''As you wish, Miss Robin.'' The kettle gave one final 'salute' before flying further into the mansion, presumably the kitchen.
Caelus didn't get to think on it any further before Robin took his hand; the songstress pulling him to the grand winding staircase and down the marble corridors that laid waiting at the top. The sprawling height of the corridors was equal parts intimidating and impressive, and in the back of his mind he imagined had March been here she would've been squealing with joy the whole time. Not just because she got to spend time with Robin, but also hang out at such a fancy place. She always had an eye for shiny things.
Maybe she was a pigeon in a past life? Only Fuli knows...''In here.'' Robin's soft call disturbed him from his thoughts; eyes flitting to the tall door before them.
Robin smiled at him and pushed it open almost shyly, the reason why becoming evident as he saw the interior. With a theme of lavender and pale blues it was much more girly than the corridors prior; the carpet a thick, fluffy blue while the walls looked almost like cresting waves, with blue surging up and meeting a foam of white before the rest above remained a gentle lavender. The latter coloured shared itself with her queen-sized bed, the purplish colour easy on the eyes and lit by the eternal twilight of Golden Hour shining through the tall paned windows.
Caelus whistled lightly as he strutted inside, glancing her way as she removed her shoes and politely doing the same, leaving them by her door. ''Nice room.''
''Thanks. It's actually been a while since I've been back here.'' Robin admitted shyly as she took her hat and coat off. ''Since I'm always on tour I don't come back to Penacony that much; this time was the first in several years. The manor's attendants though keep everything tidy for when I come home, even if I tell them I won't be back for years – they're kind like that.''
The affection in her voice brought a smile to his face, small but genuine. ''You really care about them, huh?''
A sheepish giggle answered him. ''Y-Yes, I suppose I do.''
He half-expected her to lead him to her bed to sit down and chat, but was surprised when she instead made her way over to her closet. A closet which was frankly absurdly big, enough to hold two stacking rows of dresses and coats. Contrary to his expectations though it wasn't because she was a fashionista – his eyebrows rising as she pressed a concealed button out of sight and caused the back of the wardrobe to slide to the side, the glow of a room beyond tempting him in.
Robin didn't say a word, only a gesture beckoing him in while she hauled her bag through the person-sized gap. Mindfully brushing her clothes aside he half-expected to see an entirely different dimension on the other side, but mercifully Penacony didn't drop that sort of bombshell on him. Instead it dropped a revelation on how deep Robin's Clockie love went.
''Whoa...''
Posters, organised sticker collections and boxed toys on shelves lined the walls. Numerous unboxed statues, figurines and plushies lined practically every inch of floorspace beyond a certain point, all neatly organised in a way he couldn't begin to imagine. Even the roof had a giant poster of Clockie on it, the cartoon character's bright grin reminding him fondly of the actual sentient meme.
''As you can see, I'm um... a bit of a fan of Clockie.'' Robin shyly admitted as she sat down, foisting her newly-gained loot out of her bag and unboxing it. ''I have been since I was a child – something about his cutesy design and voice always charmed me.''
He sat down next to her. ''It's... really impressive. I didn't even know they sold so much Clockie stuff.''
''A lot of it is limited edition.'' Robin explained, her smile becoming more natural as she pointed up at the boxed Clockies on the shelf. ''See these ones? They came out just over a decade ago and only a thousand of them were ever made – as you an guess competition was pretty tight, especially since these ones contained an inactive Memory Bubble that could let you experience an interactive episode from Clockie's show. So long as they remain in their box though the bubble stays inactive, meaning I can wait until I need to see it.''
''Oh and these tiny Clockies here are from a collaboration with Electric Arts for their Clockie-themed shooter. It wasn't really that good, admittedly, and it was loaded with options to encourage players to spend, but they gave out these cute things to encourage people to buy it – which I did, naturally.''
On and on Robin went, enthusiastically labelling and explaining each and every brand of Clockie she owned – doing so with a merriment that was infectious. Even if he was only vaguely aware of Clockie's reputation on Penacony he couldn't help but listen to her every word, so much so he briefly wondered if she was tapping into the Harmony – but no, it was just Robin alone that made him feel this way; bewitched by her honest delight and gentle voice.
Until he decided to bring up a point. ''...if I said Clockie was real, would you believe me?''
Robin paused at that, pursing her lips. ''I-I mean... given we're in the Dreamscape the possibility of a meme like him existing isn't zero, but...''
''You don't think it'd be the same as a real Clockie.'' He finished for her. He scratched his chin at that. ''I see what you mean, though the Clockie I spoke to seemed to be the real deal. I met him when I first came to Penacony but nobody else could see him. Later, however, it turned out others could see him too – members of the Astral Express, both former and not. Even Mr. Yang was able to see him.''
With every word he saw the wonderment in Robin's eyes grow, peaking with his final words. ''I even see him whenever I go to visit the Clockie Statue and help him regain some of his power by helping people-''
Robin practically leapt to her feet. ''W-We must go see him- eep!''
Alas the songstress underestimated her footing and tripped. Caelus, naturally, lunged to catch her.
''Oof-!''
His hands caught her underarms and he broke her fall, his back to the floor – and their faces close. That more than anything stole his attention, warmth colouring his cheeks as he peered into Robin's equally-flustered eyes. Words tried and failed to escape his throat, her beauty captivating him then and there. Time itself had frozen and left him acutely aware of how scandalous their position was, how close to her breasts his hands were, how near their lips hovered, how easy it would be to do something friends should not do.
But he didn't pull away and neither did Robin... on the contrary Robin eased her hands onto the floor and eased her body atop his own, distance shrinking, lips nearing-
Knock-knock-knock~!
''Miss Robin! I've got the tea you requested.''
And just like that the spell was broken.
Robin jerked back upright, her voice squeaky. ''O-One moment please!''
With haste Robin climbed off of him and rushed back into her bedroom proper; opening the door and thanking her attendant profusely as she took the tray of tea. Caelus for his part stumbled back to his feet a bit more dazedly, doing his best to shake off whatever had come over him and exited the secret Clockie room; mindfully pushing the button after he left so the back of the wardrobe clunked shut once more, hiding Robin's secret.
Something that earned him a nod of thanks from the songstress herself, though she pointedly avoided meeting his eyes, her face burning red. It spoke to her grace then that she still managed to carry the tray of tea over to her bed without so much as a spill, her form betraying nothing as she set the tray down on the thick quilt and sat down on the edge, a demure pat compelling him to join her on her right.
The silence reigned even as both took a cup and sipped. The slightly-sweet, yet soothing taste of the Charmony Tea did settle his nerves somewhat, but admittedly he was a bit too focused on what just happened – or rather, what nearly happened. The feel of her skin on his, her weight upon his lap, how close her lips had been to his; all of it permeated his mind and left him with no room to think of anything else, much less a conversation starter.
Mercifully he didn't have to, as Robin soon set her cup down on the tray. ''You know, um... I never got to thank you for all you've done for Penacony. If not for you then it's quite likely my brother's aspirations for the Order would've passed, and everyone, myself included, would've been brought under his thrall.''
''It wasn't just me, the others also played a big role.'' Caelus half-heartedly deflected.
Robin hummed at that. ''Indeed they did. Without them, things would also likely have fallen past the point of no return, but...''
Shyly her right hand shifted atop his own. ''I want to thank you, personally.''
Her left hand was soft as it cupped his cheek, tilting his head to face her more. The teacup in his hand found itself set aside on the tray, forgotten so easily as Robin soaked up all his attention, her demurity a charm he couldn't resist. Nor could he resist how her lips brushed against his own, the temptation so real – and this time, there was nobody to interrupt them.
''Mm...''
Robin's lips were soft. Painted with a pale pink lipstick it just made them all the more entrancing, his left arm winding around her and pulling her in closer, the kiss drawn out as time lost all meaning to them in that moment. The need to breathe was what finally drew them apart but the taste, the shape of her lips remained in his mind – enticing Caelus to close the distance and kiss her back, muting Robin's gentle hum.
Seconds later he drew back from the kiss, savouring Robin's flustered visage. That was until the embarrassed Halovian curled her head-wings inwards, hiding her face behind them. She kept them there even as she pursed her lips, her right wing shifting just enough for her eye to peek out past the feathers before she immediately moved it back into place. The charming sight lured him in, his index finger curling under her chin, lifting it a little.
He drew close and, in a moment of boldness, kissed her head-wing. The feathers tickled his lips but she pulled it away all the same, letting him see Robin's blushing visage – and before she could hide her face again he stole another kiss. She mewled into it and her head-wings curled partway around his head, like a second pair of hands that cupped and caressed his head, luring him deeper into the lip-lock that only grew more impassioned.
''Caelus...'' The way she breathed his name sent shivers up his spine. ''Am I... doing this right?''
The shy query coaxed a reply from his lips easily. ''Yeah. First time?''
''Maybe.'' Her tone made it very clear it was, despite her words. ''You?''
''Maybe.'' Was his daring counter.
One that drew a giggle out of Robin, her nose brushing against his before she kissed him again. It grew more daring and he was all for it, his hand shifting to her side and holding her close, the gentle smooches of their lips the only real noise to permeate her bedroom. It was their own little heaven and he savoured every moment of it, his hand unconsciously tracing down her thigh – cloth soon ending and leaving him touching her bare thigh.
Robin shivered at his touch but didn't recoil, if anything she seemed into it – a soft murmur preluding her hand on his, guiding it further up. His throat grew tight but the thrill made him run his hand up further, her thigh increasingly warm as he traced up to her hip, the waistband of her underwear felt against his palm. He ran his hand over it slowly, not daring to go too far even as Robin coaxed him into another deep kiss, her presence alone intoxicating.
Until she pressed his hand against her hip more firmly in silent askance. Caelus obliged and ran his fingers along the lacy waistband, his fingertips dipping under it and feeling her warm, unblemished flesh, running his fingers around to her front before daring to ease his hand into her panties. Robin whimpered, pulling back from the kiss just so she could look him in the eyes, letting him see how hot and bothered he made her as his fingers came to stroke at her sex, teasing a needy breath out of her.
''N-Nn... ahn~''
Even when not singing her voice was musical; her moans emphasised by a rising pitch that just left him wanting to hear them even more. His fingers stroked her womanhood delicately, not wanting to rush things and upset her even as lust simmered beneath his skin, the warmth of her loins enticing his fingers to tease her entrance. An act that left Robin mewling his name as she eased onto her back, eyes never leaving his and tempting him to lay down next to her, their tea carelessly pushed aside as they focused entirely on one another.
''Caelus, you- oh! A... Ahhn~'' Robin's lips pursed and her head-wings curled in as he slipped a finger inside; his second soon following.
He pumped his digits into her experimentally, taking it easy, but when it was clear she felt little discomfort he dared to insert them in with more excitement – thrusting his fingers into her indescribable hotness. Her lovely thighs clamped together, trapping his hand between them and only encouraging him to finger the songstress, the moans she let out becoming increasingly erotic as she gave into the pleasure.
The little moans that left her lips were quietened as he kissed her, their meshing lips converting them into a deeper, needier moan; both hands coming up to clutch at his cheeks. Her Halovian wings too held at his head as much as they were able, the feathers upon them ticklish but not distracting him from her beauty – their lips scarcely breaking apart for air before they reconnected. All whilst his fingers dove into her pussy and stroked at her seizing walls, her nectar lacing his fingers as he got her soaking wet with his earnest motions, the occasional stroke of her clit by his thumb only helping with that.
It ignited a craving within him, one that prompted Caelus to break off the kiss. His breathing was heavy and he shifted down slightly, his lips grazing her jaw before he buried his face in her neck – a chain of messy kisses eliciting a mewl from the songstress, escalating as he peeled away her fancy collar piece and kissed at her throat, turning her moan into something deeper and needier, aided by his thrusting fingers.
''Caelus, Caelus...'' She breathed his name out with such desperation. ''...please, don't stop...!''
He didn't. Kissing down her front he sampled her bare flesh, the scent of her perfume rich in his nose even as he jammed his fingers into her soaked cunt – her hot insides clamping desperately around his fingers. He worked his digits eagerly, messing her up and making Robin clutch onto him, her gasps rapid and needy as he brought her to new heights of pleasure. He sought to keep her there; experimenting with his fingers a little as he got her off, moving them about or scissoring them in ways that made her legs jerk and tense.
His thumb too worked on her clit, teasing the little nub with flicks and rubs that became increasingly slick with how aroused she was, her nectar lubing his thumb and making it all the easier to get her off – her breathing becoming ragged and her grip on him desperate, an endless stream of moans and whimpers escaping the Halovian as she neared her end, practically humping his fingers with desperate need-!
''C-Cae- mmph~!''
His lips mashed against hers just as she peaked, her legs closing around his hand and her back arching as she cried out – the noise partially muffled but her euphoria, her ecstasy, very much not. Spasms jolted through her legs and seized her arms up, squirts hitting his wrist as he kept finger-fucking her mid-orgasm, dragging this moment out for eternity and revelling in Robin's climax.
Gradually though her high waned and he pulled his fingers out entirely, sending a sharp shudder recoiling through the songstress, her moan feeble as she collapsed against the bed. He let her rest, marvelling at her beauty, his gaze drawn down to her ample bosom as it heaved against the confines of her dress. That was until her head-wings twitched and brought his gaze back up to her face, one of said wings covering her blushing visage.
Until he gently tucked the wing aside, smiling down at her. ''Guess that felt good huh?''
Robin smiled demurely and hummed, her breathing stabilising and eyes closing for just a few moments, centring herself once more.
When she made a proposal. ''May I...?''
The words didn't quite make sense to him – until he felt her right hand palming at his crotch. Warmth lit Caelus's cheeks and he murmured an agreement, his own excitement rising to the surface as he sat back on the bed while Robin slid off of it. With more excitement than expected she shifted in front of him, her hands coming to glide up his thighs and hook into his pants, loosening them and peeling them down just as fast, his boxers meeting the same fate.
His cock sprung free as a result, a towering mast of need that left Robin hesitating, if only for a moment. Because whatever hesitation overcame her soon faded as she curled her dainty fingers around his cock. Her inexperience was self-evident as she adjusted her grip repeatedly, as if uncertain on how to properly hold it, but at his murmur she began to stroke all the same – tender, curious wrist-bobs that coaxed a groan out of him, his eyes glued onto the beautiful songstress as she kneaded his stiff shaft.
''It's warmer than I thought...'' Robin murmured absentmindedly, her cheeks reddening when she realised what she just said. ''Erm, sorry...''
Caelus shook his head, partway into saying it was fine when a groan escaped him, soft and needy. It emboldened Robin though, her hand squeezing his cock a little as she pumped it more earnestly, her lips brought close to it – and a soft 'chu~' escaped her as she kissed the swollen tip. The mere contact sent shivers up his spine and he let out a soft moan; his throat closing up as Robin eagerly peppered the tip with more kisses, those soft lips of hers leaving not a speck of it unsmooched.
Her lipstick left its mark on his cock, the glossy finish clinging to his cock as she kissed down the shaft and peppered it too, his dick twitching eagerly against her lips. Something that made Robin smile shyly, one final kiss touching his tip – before her lips parted and accepted him between them. The gentle graze of her lips preluded the humid warmth of her mouth, his tip sliding in and the shaft following; just over half fitting inside before her lips pursed and she sucked her way back up towards the tip.
'Fuck she's good...' Caelus thought, a pleasant ache travelling along his length. 'She's so pretty too...'
As if hearing his thoughts Robin blushed, her head-wings once more curling in to hide her eyes. This time though it amplified how lewd she looked, her eyes hidden and only her mouth visible as she sucked him off, bobbing her head with such charming earnestness – each suck faster than the last as she devoted herself to him, lubing his cock with her spit as his dick speared deeper into her mouth, aided when he held the back of her head.
Until he hit the back of her throat. She flinched, a muffled whine escaping the singer as she pulled back slightly, but at his light nudge she slowly took him back in. He couldn't hope to hold back his moan of relief – his dick sliding over her wet tongue and inching down to the back of her throat, her nose brushing against his groin. Robin went no further than that, pulling back with a gasp, but again at his nudge she obediently slid her lips down his shaft.
The cycle repeated itself as she tentatively blew him, regaining her lost confidence as she adjusted to the sensation of his cock in her throat – her brows, what he could see of them, pinched in effort as she took him down her throat over and over again. He was almost tempted to nudge her head-wings aside so he could look her in the eyes but having them hidden was equally as erotic, his eyes flitting down as he spied a line of spit dribbling down her chin, her lips lubed with the stuff as she sucked him off.
''H-Haah, Robin, keep going.'' Caelus managed to breathe out, his grip on her head growing a bit firmer. ''It feels good, really- hng, good...''
Robin obeyed enthusiastically, her hands clutching onto his hips as she slurped her way down his cock, any embarrassment she felt superseded by her devotion to him. Her tongue joined in on the fun too, licking and lashing along his manhood and soon pressing flush against the underside of his cock, the hotness only accelerating his end as she bobbed her head onto his length. Her head-wings too uncurled, finally letting him look into her pretty eyes, holding her gaze even as she blew him.
It was hard to think straight because of it. The lurid slurps of her lips gliding along his cock, the affection-filled gaze, the earnest deep-throats that left him struggling to hold back the mad urge to bust his nut – it was becoming too much, his voice withering into a series of gasps as the pressure soared, primal need driving him to his limit.
When he passed that limit, the chain reaction inevitable – and he pushed Robin back.
Then not a second later he busted all over Robin's pretty face. Ropes of sticky cum hit her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and even got in her hair and head-wings, his cum-shots making an utter mess of her beautiful visage – amplified by her closed eyes and extended tongue, some of his cum getting on said tongue or landing around her lips, dribbling down her form as she jerked him off to completion. Even as his cum-shots ceased the aftershocks remained potent, spasming through his form and leaving him weak in the knees.
''W-Wow...'' Robin breathed as she let go of his dick; using her other hand to wipe the cum from her eyes, allowing them to open. ''There's so much of it...''
Caelus didn't have the air to reply, settling instead for a wordless groan. Robin blushed all the same and smiled as she stood up, her bedside table playing host to some tissues that she gladly swiped up, wiping the majority of his cum from her face – a care to her motions that spoke of many long hours applying and removing makeup. The cum he'd shot in her hair was a bit more troublesome to wipe up, as was the ones on her head-wings, and after a few wipes she seemingly gave up and just left the stickiness there for now.
From his spot on the bed Caelus watched the whole process, his ragged breaths coming under control but his lust not waning in the slightest. Least of all when Robin looked his way and smiled shyly, her hands going behind her back and fiddling with the knots of her dress. He looked away to give her privacy, his cheeks warm as he heard her clothes ruffle and shift; a gentle hiss reaching his ears as the material slid along her bare skin.
''Y-You can look...''
He obliged in a heartbeat, gazing at the songstress as she stood before him in naught but a pair of lavender underwear, her cheeks warm as he soaked in the sight – arms by her sides and hiding nothing. She smiled bashfully and eased herself onto the bed, her graceful motions luring him closer as she laid her head upon the pillows, submissive under him and tempting him to peck her lips – the fleeting kiss becoming something much more intimate a moment later.
Unlike prior kisses it didn't last long though as Caelus soon pulled back, his fingers hooking into her panties. Though she blushed Robin offered not an iota of resistance, her creamy legs rising as he worked her underwear down them and off of her ankles entirely, tossing them to one side and leaving her lower half bare. His hands glid along her thighs, sampling how truly soft and smooth they were, his hands opening them up as he got between them – leaving his pants around his ankles as he laid practically atop his partner.
''...you ready?'' Caelus murmured under his breath.
Robin didn't answer with words but a simple smile and nod, her gaze lowering as he rubbed himself along her sex; slow, easy thrusts poking and prodding at her entrance. She pursed her lips, anticipation shining in her eyes as he guided himself down, his tip kissing her opening – and then at last he sunk inside, coaxing a soft gasp out of the songstress as he opened her up and made her flinch in pain.
''A-Ah, slowly, it's my first...'' Robin quickly gasped out.
Caelus obliged, resisting the primal urge to bury his meat into her and instead taking it slow – a strained groan escaping him as he pumped into her depths. She was tight, her loins like a slick vice that embraced his cock on all sides, his cock sheathed into it bit by bit and aided by his tender thrusts, giving her plenty of time to get used to the foreign intrusion. Robin rewarded him with her moans, the little notes she hit entrancing, as was the way she snaked her arms around his nape.
Releasing a tense breath he pulled partway out, feeling how her loins clutched onto his shaft and practically sucking him back inside, his cock parting her nectar-laden walls. He looked down her naked front as he sunk into her, a soft hiss escaping him as Robin pressed her thighs against his hips, only making it feel more erotic in that moment and giving him the confidence to be a little quicker.
A hand on his cheek though brought his attention back up to her face, losing himself in her charming green eyes and affection-filled smile. A tug was all that was needed to lure him down to her level, their lips meeting in a kiss that did little to muffle their mutual moans, his right hand running up her tummy and feeling how her muscles tensed under his relentless loving – her stomach becoming especially tense as he filled her with his cock at last, hilting himself between her legs.
Robin moaned against his lips. ''Oh Aeons, you're so deep... I never imagined it could feel like this, I...''
The singer trailed off, breathless, and Caelus took the opportunity to kiss her once more – the act never losing its novelty. Here they were, commoner and famous songstress, conjoined in bed in the most sinful way possible. What would her brother Sunday think of this, he wondered? What of her fans? Heck, what would March think – jealously, outrage, or something else? The entertaining thoughts circled in his mind as he drew back from the kiss, sampling her cute visage before glancing down at her bosom, his gaze falling lower and lower as he admired her taut belly and glistening slit – his cock stuffed between her needy petals.
His pace gradually hastened as Robin adjusted to his cock; her pussy clenching around him tightly but the strain in her expression gone; only moans of pure euphoria escaping her as he rutted into her, his shaft scraping her formerly-virgin walls and tip kissing her innermost parts. Primal satisfaction washed over him every time he did so, losing himself in the act as his thrusts became bucks; his flesh audibly slapping with Robin's as they made love so passionately neither cared if they were being overheard or not, any sense of discretion shelved in their moment of unity.
''Robin, hng-'' He planted a quick, messy kiss on her forehead before kissing at her neck, his groan tickling her ear. ''You feel amazing, I can't, can't stop myself...''
''Don't then.'' Her creamy legs locked around his waist. ''Whatever you do don't stop, please...!''
Her gentle hands caressed his nape and shoulders, holding him close as he grunted and growled into her neck, his hips in constant motion and sheathing him in her hot vice. He couldn't get enough of it, losing himself to the swelling lust within as he fucked Robin raw, the realisation a peripheral one but not stopping him – they were in too deep now to stop and fumble for protection, assuming she had any, because he sure as heck didn't. The way she locked her legs tighter though, as if reading his thoughts, only pushed him closer to the edge.
But he held back, enduring for her sake even as the dire need ached up his cock, his dick shoved inside of her with a passion that left Robin crying out. Her nails pricked his skin but didn't break the skin, her hold too gentle for that even as they mated like animals, the routine 'plap-plap-plap' of flesh echoing out and bouncing off of the walls. He lost himself in the sound, in the scent of Robin's lavender perfume, in the wet tightness of her womanhood, in everything.
''Caelus, Caelus-! I-I-!''
Her loins tightened, clamping around his aching girth, his pounding pace reaching its peak – when with a squeal Robin climaxed. The knowledge was what pushed him over the edge, several thrusts all he could manage before he slammed into Robin one final time, eyes screwing shut and a moan forcing itself from his throat as he blew his load inside of her. Relief washed over him in a wave, his nerves alight and his stomach quaking, momentarily paralysed as he nutted inside of Penacony's most beloved songstress.
Time lost all meaning, nothing but the stickiness of their union really registering to him at that moment. That was until his high steadily waned, flaking apart like paint off of a wall, until he could think clearly once more – and with that clarity he leaned back, groaning as he pulled his still-hard cock out of Robin.
The absence made his partner moan. He looked down at her, his dick aching with satisfaction as he saw her dazed expression, her healthy red blush, her parted lips so terribly vulnerable. Lips he indeed attacked, albeit with a subtle, slow kiss – stirring Robin from her own daze and prompting her to reciprocate, the kiss quick but leaving her smiling all the same.
''That was beyond... anything I had expected.'' Robin confessed warmly, taking his right hand and rubbing her cheek against it.
Caelus could only chuckle sheepishly, his humour steadily replaced by arousal as he soaked in her form. Something Robin noticed, her lips pursing in embarrassment but her eyes lighting up with excitement at the thought of continuing – that the music wouldn't end and the fun would continue. It was perhaps that sentiment that made her nudge his side, a bit of pushing enough to convince Caelus onto his back next to her – giving Robin plenty of room to swing one leg over his and straddle him, sitting on his lap.
No words were said; none needed to be. With a bashful smile sent his way Robin caressed his erect cock; cum and nectar lacing it as she stroked it, making a sinful, sticky squelch as she worked. Her tender pace though gradually hastened until she was actively beating his meat, the tempo forcing a hiss out of him as he endured her handjob, one made all the more erotic when she was sitting on his lap like that, basically nothing left to hide her nudity beyond her bra.
His eyes left her chest and went lower, however, as Robin sat up on her knees – his tip kissing her sopping lips-
''Mn-!''
''Ahn~!''
-and then he was back inside of her.
The sticky tightness of her pussy was truly dreamlike, his mind bereft of higher thought as he watched Robin impale herself deep down his cock – only to bounce back up, her thighs tensing as they lifted her up until he nearly slipped out. Such a thing never came to pass as his partner dropped herself down once more, his cock scraping her sticky walls and hilting in her depths once more, her thighs impacting his with a lewd slap.
One repeated as Robin got more into it, puffing and panting as she bounced onto him. ''This feeling, I... I can't stop my hips~''
He shivered at her musical notes. ''Then don't.''
Robin giggled, the notes she reached alluring; doubly so when she ran her hands up her back. He watched with rapt attention as her bra shifted and twitched, her hands working wonders behind her back – until her bra went slack. Holding it to her chest with one hand she shrugged out of it while still bouncing on his dick, his eyes never leaving her chest; and for that he was rewarded as Robin did away with her bra and left it on the bed, leaving nothing to hide her ample breasts, so plump and soft-looking his hands practically gravitated up to them.
The songstress blushed a healthy red as he groped her, his palms getting greedy handfuls of her breasts and kneading them eagerly, holding them steady as she got more into riding him – her moans taking on a softer yet needier pitch, joining his throaty moans. He didn't even try to put up a cool front, losing himself in Robin completely; her soft tits squished between his fingers as their loins connected repeatedly, some of the previous creampie running down his shaft and further lubing his cock.
Much to Robin's delight. ''Nn~! Kiss me more, please...''
The needy request preluded her hands sliding to his shoulders, allowing the beautiful songstress to lean down. He met her halfway with one elbow propping him up, his lips inevitably connecting with hers and partially muffling their moans as Robin grinded herself down onto his cock, her wet insides smothering him as she worked so hastily to get them off – the friction making him throb against her wet, humid insides, every tensing making her clamp around his dick.
They broke the kiss off moments later but Caelus had a thirst for her now, wanting more of her. Something that earned him a squeal from Robin as he suddenly sat upright and pushed her down, flipping their positions once more, but Robin wasn't entirely submissive – a whine escaping her as she twisted onto her side, moving slowly so his dick didn't slip out and working onto herself onto all fours.
''Caelus, take me- ah!''
Caelus barely waited for her go before grabbing her hips and going to town on her – loud, fleshy smacks echoing throughout the bedroom as he pounded Robin from behind. Her shapely ass was clapped and his tip kissed her innermost parts with the fervour he fucked her with, becoming more akin to a beast than a man in that moment, much to Robin's delight; her moans shrill and delighted as he railed her so passionately.
His eyes ran up her shapely behind and creamy back, watching her shoulder blades jut out more as she leaned forwards, her arms quaking under her own weight, the echoing smack of flesh nearly drowning out her moans. His hands shifted up to her sides at that, then her breasts; grabbing handfuls of her chest and fondling them even as he stuffed his cock inside of her, his motions rapidly becoming hasty as he felt his next orgasm nearing.
''Robin, gonna cum again...'' He groaned out a warning.
Robin replied by pushing her ass back, impaling herself onto him with a want for more. He nearly lost it at that, his cock aching and throbbing inside of her, sensitive from multiple orgasms yet teetering on the edge of another – held back solely so he could fuck her to her own, his self-restraint thinner than ever. His hips ached from fatigue and his mind was virtually blank, able to just shove his cock into her drooling tunnel like a key in a lock, ramming her from behind as her cries reached a fevered pitch.
''Yes, yes, oh yes, Caelus, Caelus...!'' Robin cried out, fingers clutching at the sheets. ''Cumming, I'm cumm- AH~!''
Her voice spiked, pitched, then cracked as her orgasm washed over her – and his him. Relief unlike anything he'd felt prior rushed through him, a shamelessness to it as he slammed up against Robin's rear and pumped his load inside of her. He didn't think to the consequences, to the sensibility, only a primal gladness as he held her breasts and spooned her from behind, only grunts and groans escaping him as he emptied his balls inside of the songstress.
The fog of lust steadily waned and Caelus groaned as he felt himself go soft; pulling out and flopping onto his side, pulling Robin with him. The singer didn't resist and gladly leaned into his hold, a soft smile on her lips as she basked in his warmth, both internal and external.
It took them a solid minute to catch their breath before Robin rolled over to face him, her smile affectionate and her head-wings reaching out, tickling his cheeks as if to hold them with her feathers.
''Will you stay for dinner?'' Robin inquired gently, hands running up his form.
''May as well.'' Was his sheepish reply, a kiss touching her nose.
Robin giggled back and reciprocated, their make-out session lasting until they eventually got a knock at the door – signalling for them to redress before they were caught in such a scandalous position.
All whilst unaware of a certain prankster listening in from outside, a truly devious plan forming in her mind.
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