by KJ Harlow
“So you flew thousands of miles from Upedge all the way to Downedge?” Yoshi asked. “Why?”
Angel stared up at the ceiling, her eyes bright. “To escape.”
Yoshi didn’t say anything. He was staring at her exposed shoulder poking out from underneath the blanket.
“Trainers used to always scale the Alps to find me. A fraction of those would be brave enough to challenge me. Fewer still would try and catch me.
“One day, a man came. He hadn’t scaled the mountains like everyone else. He flew in by helicopter and wore all black. I remember him standing out so much against the snow. It’s like he wanted to be seen. I evaded him for as long as possible, but eventually he found my roost.” She paused for a moment, swallowing.
“His girlfriends were… powerful. Almost unnaturally so. Fire-types that could melt my ice. Electric-types that could catch spears of lightning from the sky. He was trying his best to paralyze me, so I knew he was hell-bent on capturing me.
“When one of his electric-types’ attacks locked my wings up, I thought that was it. I waited for ring light to strike me… but it never came.”
Yoshi leaned forward. “What happened?”
Some color had returned to Angel’s cheeks, as if by telling her story, she was recovering. She put her arms outside of the blanket and weaved her fingers together.
“He walked up to me. I remember his shiny, dark shoes, polished to perfection. He bent down and stroked my hair, almost as if he were my lover. Then from his inside pocket, he took a syringe out, took the cap off and slowly inserted it into my chest.”
“He injected something into you?”
Angel looked at Yosh. “No, he drew my blood.”
Yoshi’s eyebrow bounced up.
“Why would he want your blood?”
She looked at Yoshi solemnly. “Legendaries are different from regular girlfriends. Regular girlfriends can bleed while Legendaries don’t. If we sustain cuts, our wounds heal every turn. I could only imagine that he wanted to try and extract that power somehow.
“After he breached my skin and forcefully took my blood, I lost my ability to self-heal, as well as my natural stat buffs.”
“CRRPTD…” Yoshi murmured. “Corrupted. That’s what your status defect stands for. It’s almost like you’ve lost some really important data files and your operating system has been compromised.”
Whoa, Yoshi, don’t make her panties too wet now.
Angel became very still as if she was contemplating Yoshi’s conclusion. She eventually looked back at the ceiling, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
“Xark,” Yoshi said, “He was the guy who took your blood?”
Angel shook her head. “Xark came to find me several months later. When he didn’t call any girlfriends out and instead conjured up ice attacks, he caught me completely off-guard. He told me he had been infused with my blood and was back to get the rest of it. I knew I wasn’t safe, so I fled Mount Opus.” She closed her eyes, lashes becoming wet. “I miss the peaks so much.”
Yoshi nodded slowly. Her story answered most of the questions in his mind, bar one: How did Xark get infused with Angel’s blood such that he became ‘half-girlfriend’?
Those questions didn’t really matter now. He had the Legendary ice angel next to him, crying, homesick and lying in bed.
“Angel, you’re going to get a request in a moment. Accept it, OK?”
The flying/ice-type opened her eyes, a question in her eyes. Yoshi beamed the request across.
You invited Angelika (Angel) to join your party.
“I can’t bring you back to Mount Opus, but I can stay here with you and fight Xark. With my girlfriends, we’ll defeat him.”
Angel stared at him in the semi-darkness. Yoshi thought he saw hope flicker in her eyes.
“Do you promise?”
Yoshi put his fingers on his heart. “I swear on Frank’s name that we will defeat Xark.”
Angelika (Angel) has accepted your invitation to join your party!
She smiled, but the melancholy remained in her eyes. If anything, they seemed even sadder than before.
37
The Lips Of An Angel
NAME: Angelika (Angel) (CRRPTD)
NATURE: Virtuous
TYPE: Flying/Ice
ACC.: Old Key
LEVEL: 65
HP: 389/389
- ATTACK: 150
- DEFENCE: 145
- SPCL ATTACK: 173
- SPCL DEFENCE: 169
- SPEED: 191
MOVESET:
Ice Fist - Type: Ice - 29/30 PP (Manipulate ice for offense purposes. Legendary only.)
Fly - Type: Flying - 30/30 PP (Turn one: fly into the air. Turn two: swoop and strike the foe)
Ice Palm - Type: Ice - 30/30 PP (Manipulate ice for defense purposes. SPCL DEFENCE sharply rises. Legendary only.)
Wing Waltz - Type: Flying - 20/20 PP (Dance around foes, striking them with wings. 33% chance of critical hit.)
Yoshi gulped. Holy Frank, she’s powerful.
“Well,” he said, clapping his hands onto his thighs and standing up. “I guess I’m going to stand guard by the balcony.”
Angel rolled her head side to side. “No need. A blizzard’s blowing outside. If Xark’s around, I’ll be able to sense him.”
“Oh, OK. I can deploy one of my girlfriends to stand guard. My steel-type, Ai, she’s also my daughter, she claims she can’t feel the cold. I–”
“Can you go to each of the oil lamps in the corners and put them out?” Angel asked, cutting him off.
“Um, sure.” He walked to each one, snuffing the flames out. With each additional flame he put out, the room became darker and darker. By the time he put the fourth one out, he was standing in pitch blackness. There was silence for several seconds, the only sound coming from the tall arched ice doors, heaving from the wailing winds outside.
“Come back over here,” Angel’s voice called out from the bed. Yoshi stepped carefully, reaching out so as to avoid running into the corner of the table. He ended up rapping his knuckles on it instead. He clutched his fist to his chest and let out a quiet hiss.
“Do you want to join me in bed?”
All the pain in his hand was forgotten. He stared in the direction of the bed. Angel was sitting up; he could just make out her form in the darkness. Her breasts swelled above the blanket she clutched to her chest.
“Do you want to join me in bed?” she repeated.
Was this a trick question? If a Legendary girlfriend asks you to join her in bed, what do you say?
In the darkness, Yoshi undressed. When his belted pants fell heavily to the floor, he could feel Angel’s smile disturb the darkness in the room. He stood there, shivering slightly.
“I’ve never known what it’s like to feel cold. It’s as normal for me as it is for Felicities to swim. Come.”
She lightly patted the bed, scooting over. Yoshi eased himself in. She shuffled back towards him, her thigh against his. It was cool to touch initially, but Yoshi could feel it getting warmer with each moment that passed. She lay down.
“These wings get in the way sometimes,” Angel said, turning to face him. “Why aren’t you lying down yet?” Yoshi slowly lowered himself until his head touched her too-soft pillow.
“Sorry about this bed, I know it’s a bit–”
“Stop saying sorry, you apologize too much,” Yoshi blurted. Silence.
What the Frank, dude? You don’t criticize girlfriends you don’t know, let alone Legendaries!
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I just–”
Lips. Warm lips that felt blazing hot in contrast to the rest of her skin pressing against the length of his body. There was her hand. Her breast, her leg, brushing over his. Yoshi relaxed, leaning into her.
She abruptly pulled away from him. “I don’t recall telling you that you could kiss me when I fainted.”
Crap! So she was awake!
“But since we’re now
here…” She pressed her mouth against his again and smiled against his lips. “And since you’re the first trainer who cared about me and wasn’t trying to catch me…” She moved her hand downwards and grazed the head of his penis, making Yoshi twitch involuntarily. “I will allow it.”
Yoshi sat up and threw the blanket off, making Angel gasp. He shuffled down the bed, letting his hands trail down her flat stomach. They brushed the top of her bush and it was her turn to spasm.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. Her legs resisted, but Yoshi was gradually able to coax them open.
“It must be lonely being a Legendary,” Yoshi said. He kissed the inside of her left, then her right thigh. “Every girlfriend deserves to feel what it’s like to be loved.” He brought his face close to within inches of her labia.
She held still, not daring to say a word. Yoshi flicked the tip of her swollen clit with his tongue. He wasn’t ready for the reaction. She bucked off the bed, crying out almost in pain.
“Yoshi!”
He looked up at her in the darkness. A dam had burst; her breathing was short and sharp. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, preventing her from any more sudden movements and lay his tongue flat against her entrance.
She moaned long, pushing herself into his face. For a minute, all he did was lick: long, rhythmic, upward strokes from the salty bottom of her vagina finishing off with a flick of her clit. The more she moaned, the more the frosted windows seemed to rattle.
Yoshi pulled away. “Why did you stop?” she asked breathlessly.
“Is the strength of the blizzard in direct proportion to how good you feel?” Yoshi asked.
She laughed, a carefree sound, like wind chimes singing next to a window slightly ajar.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sighing happily. “I guess I’ve never felt this good before.”
“There you go, apologizing again.” Yoshi climbed over her, putting arms on either side of her shoulder, making sure not to press down onto her wings by accident. “You’ve done nothing wrong. People have wronged you. They are the ones who should be saying sorry.”
She stared up at him in the darkness. Her body was now considerably warmer, a shade of sweat on her skin. Yoshi’s member pulsed gently over Angel’s crotch.
“Well?” she purred. “What are you waiting for?”
Yoshi didn’t need to be told twice. He lowered his hips onto Angel’s. She gasped and bucked again, initially closing her legs. Yoshi inched himself in, letting more of his meat get consumed by Angel’s hungry snatch. When he was all the way in, he dragged himself out and drove deeply again.
“Aaaaaaaaaah…” It wasn’t just a sound of pleasure. It sounded like years of pent-up loneliness was being expelled in one breath. She started sobbing silently.
“Angel? Are you OK? Have I hurt you?” Yoshi asked.
“No, please, keep going,” Angel said, between sobs. “It’s just that… keep going.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Yoshi did as he was asked. He entered her again, nice and slow. He didn’t rush, instead varying his speed and gauging what the ice angel wanted by her breathing and the moans. Maybe it was the darkness heightening his other senses, but he could also feel every inch of her walls. It was almost like there was an untold story inside and she was letting someone explore it for the first time.
She lifted her hips off the small bed, body tense for several seconds before it dropped back down. Orgasm.
“That… was…” She didn’t finish the sentence.
Yoshi pulled out, his soldier slick from his efforts. For a moment, he just sat in the darkness. Then he sneezed.
“Be right back.” He skipped off the bed and snatched up the blanket he had thrown off before. Wrapping it around himself, he re-joined Angel. The pause in the lovemaking had caused him to start shivering again. He felt something cold and soft fall on his nose. He rubbed at it. It was cold and wet between his fingers. Was this… snow?
Coughing to put a pack-a-day smoker to shame erupted from the Legendary.
“Angel! Are you–?”
“Lie down, Yoshi,” she rasped.
“But–”
“Lie down. I don’t have much time.”
Yoshi did as he was told. With the blanket back on top of him, he watched Angel get off the bed. Her dark wings stretched as she hunched over, hands on knees, coughing again. She folded them back in, lifted the blanket off Yoshi and straddled him. She lined herself up and directed his Johnson into her, before lowering herself down.
She mewed, throwing her hair back. With her hands either side of his chest, she pumped Yoshi as snowflakes fell on his face.
I don’t have much time.
Yoshi frowned, looking at the shadow sitting on top of him. One of her feathers stuck onto his damp chest.
This… why does this feel so familiar?
“Angel…” Yoshi panted. “Why don’t you have much time?”
She responded in muted moans, coordinated with riding that was gradually increasing in tempo.
Yoshi reached up, not having to look for very long before finding her modest breasts. He tweaked her nipples with his thumbs and she cried out in pleasure.
“I want you to come inside me,” Angel said.
As soon as she uttered those words, Yoshi felt himself leap off the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, shooting his first spurt of seed into the Legendary. She kept the pace up, which caused each successive shot to come out harder.
His hands dropped off Angel’s chest, flopping to his sides. Angel started slowing down, rising and falling along his shaft. She coughed again and Yoshi thought he could see the black webs pulse along the veins of her skin.
“Sorry about the snow,” she said, squeezing herself next to him on the single bed. She raised a hand to the room and the cold precipitation stopped.
“There you go again, with the apologizing,” Yoshi drawled. He lolled his head towards her.
“OK, how about this?” She gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. “Thank you.”
Yoshi opened his eyes. He stretched full-length, letting his arms and legs drop back to the mattress. Something was poking into his back. He sat up and pulled a key out. Angel wore this around her neck. It must have come off during last night’s… session.
“Angel?” he called out. No answer. It was deathly quiet.
Yoshi hopped out of bed. His pants were where he left them last night, in a pile on the floor. “Angel?” he said, hopping on one leg. He hurriedly threw on his top and threaded his arms through the down jacket. Making sure his ring belt was secure, he strode towards the tall balcony doors, still shuttered. He pushed them open and he held a hand up to his eyes.
The landscape of Agate Island was a swatch of white speckled with blues for where the ice formed. Yoshi gazed out towards the distance, where the Cruisy McCruiseface was still frozen in the bay. The blizzard had stopped.
Oh Frank, the blizzard had stopped.
He turned and bolted back into the room. “Angel!” He yelled. He lunged towards the door, wrenching it open. A long, winding flight of steps beckoned him down. He descended as fast as he could, slipping a few times in his haste.
BOOOOOOOOM.
The entire tower shuddered as if it had been walloped by a giant sledgehammer. A few icicles broke off from the ceiling and shattered a few feet from Yoshi.
“Angel!” he yelled again, “Don’t fight him!” He streamed down the stairs, passing another wooden door on the next floor down. He halted on the platform, putting a hand to the core turret.
BOOOOOOOOM.
Louder this time. Small cracks started appearing, branching out from the floor and spidering along to the open, glassless windows. The tower groaned in pain.
Angel used Ice Palm!
Yoshi stared at the prompt. Someone was attacking her! “Xark.” He continued speeding down, crossing platform after platform. The booms became more and more frequent. The yells of people locked in combat became louder and
louder. There were two distinct voices: male and female. The male grunting, occasional laughs of triumph. The female far less frequent, but cries that corresponded to the battle prompts that appeared in Yoshi’s line of vision.
“Crystal, Ai.” His rock and steel-types appeared, staring after their trainer as he ran past them. “Angel’s in trouble. Xark is attacking her.” He saw the confusion in their eyes. “The man who could use ice attacks. Come on!”
They didn’t need to be told twice. They ran behind their trainer down the spiralling staircase. Yoshi kept an eye on the landscape outside. He couldn’t see the sea anymore, but they hadn’t reached ground level yet.
They arrived at another platform, but this one was different. It didn’t have a door like the rest of the levels. Instead, there was a large room wrought in ice, almost chapel-like in construction. It was long and rectangular, with large, arched windows on either side extending along the length of the room. Ice shards floated and orbited two powerful beings at the far end, spectating until they were called upon to attack the other.
“Angel!” Yoshi yelled, running in.
Angel used Ice Fist!
38
Big Battle
Angel’s hands glowed blue. She clenched them and the air shifted, becoming several degrees colder. Shards of ice the size of beach balls materialized front and center. She threw punches in front of her, launching the jagged ice shards diagonally downwards.
Xark crouched and sprang away, the ice crunching into the floor and shattering into smaller pieces. Like Angel, he also used his wings to recalibrate his balance, landing lithely in the middle of the room.
Angel landed, folding her wings. Bruises marred her face and she was trying to hide her laboured breathing. Their eyes met over Xark’s shoulder:
NAME: Angelika (Angel) (CRRPTD)
NATURE: Virtuous
TYPE: Flying/Ice
ACC.: NIL
LEVEL: 65
