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"You did that on purpose!" You whine.

"If you would just let me do what I want, you'd be able to focus on the road without having to try and look up my skirt, pervert." Jess teases knowingly, saying the word 'pervert' with more affection than you've ever heard infused in the word.

You smile at her impish smirk, then abruptly frown slightly.

"Jess..?" You ask slowly, forcing yourself to drag every single word through your teeth like a prisoner being dragged to prison.

"What?" Jess asks sharply, abruptly sitting up and looking at you with a more than normal level of concern. Perhaps she can hear something in your tone that she doesn't like.

"You seem… inordinately… focused on having as much sex as possible." You point out while desperately restraining your wince, and also - your erection.

It isn't that you mind the sex. If you had to rank sex on your list of favourite things, it would be firmly at the top, followed afterwards only by Swordsmanship - but you also aren't stupid. Jess had displayed almost no interest in sex prior to the first time you had it, and shortly afterward, had shifted almost all of her efforts towards having more.

The ginger girl turns to stare blankly at you for a moment before opening her mouth to speak.

"Do… I mean, am I not good at it?" She asks, sounding genuinely concerned by the prospect.

[Persuasion (4) + Empathy (4): 8d10 = 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 5, 3, 2, 4. Two successes! Success!]

"Jess. I love you. You are my girlfriend, and someday, I hope you will be my wife. You are also, if I must be honest, scarily good at.. ahem. Me." You say with some embarrassment.

Quite frankly, your beloved Bishop's stamina is such that more often than not you end up completely disassociating before you are done. If there were five of you, you are unsure all of you combined would be capable of fully satisfying her once she gets going.

Needless to say, Jess has been sleeping in most mornings.

"That- I mean- you-" Jess sputters at you, her face abruptly turning a bright scarlet colour and her hand abruptly snapping forward to grab your leg so that her fingers can dance along your thigh.

"Jess I just said-" You begin in a panic but she cuts you off.

"Shut up! You're so… so… ugh! What do you want me to say?! I like being around you! It doesn't have to be sex but right now I don't have anything better to do! You don't think I don't have dreams of curling up with you under a blanket and playing video games while I lean on you!? You don't think I'd be just as happy laying in your lap and reading a book!? I'm bored so I'm horny okay!?" She yells at you angrily.

"…Oh." You put forth blankly.

"…You're gonna elaborate on that 'oh' right now or we're all gonna die in a car crash after I speedrun this guy here." Jess says darkly, grabbing you by the crotch and squeezing once for effect.

You blanch, and your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water until you finally find the strength of will to calmly signal, and then pull over to the shoulder of the road.

None of you can drive, in truth. None of you have even the slightest experience even trying.

However, the tremendous advantage Devils have over baseline humans in the areas of perception and reflexes are such that you are more than capable of adjusting to the conditions around you with as much deftness as any mundane driver.

Just.. it requires quite a bit of your attention, which at the moment, is primarily focused on your dick - as is most of the blood in your body.

"I-" you try to enunciate only to twitch as Jess gives you another pointed squeeze.

"Mm?" She hums at you expectantly.

You narrow your eyes at her.

Did… did you just get tricked into doing the exact thing you said you weren't going to do?

"I just… didn't want you to think you had to have sex with me to love you." You explain, hearing an uncharacteristic tenderness in your own voice that you almost don't recognize.

[Persuasion (4) + Empathy (4): 8d10 = 9, 8, 6, 4, 3, 3, 3, 2. Two successes. Success!]

Your Girlfriend freezes in place again, as though struck by a bolt of lightning.

Then she abruptly scrambles over her seat to you, depositing herself in your lap facing you and staring at you like a hungry animal.

"I~sa~ne." She croons down at you, rocking her hips slightly - just to get your attention.

"Ah… yes?" You ask with an air of forced nonchalance about you.

"Do you remember what I said earlier?" She asks, before leaning very slowly forward until you feel her breath warmly against your ear.

"I'm bored."

You gulp. Jess smiles.

Noelle coughs pointedly from behind you, having apparently teleported there not too long after the vehicle stopped moving.

You've actually never quite seen your Bishop's expression go from horny to horrified quite so quickly.

"H-Hey Noelle. What… Watcha doing up front here?" Jess asks, slowly sliding off of you and back into her own seat as though having just spotted a bear in the woods.

A hungry one.

"Apparently, making sure I don't have to smell sex when it's my turn to drive. I think I'll just sleep up here, shall I?" She says sternly, shooting a piercing stare at her redhead friend.

"Noelle! Come on! I can't just let him say all that stuff about loving me and not-" Jess complains irately.

"Do it on your own time. We need to get where we're going and set up so we can plan our next steps. We still need to find somewhere to live. Especially if…" she trails off with a frown and then a sigh.

"Especially if we're going to try and have normal lives after this." She mutters, shooting you a somewhat impish smile.

Jess looks from you, to Noelle, then back again, and snorts.

"It better have electricity!" She demands suddenly.

"Sorry?" You ask, confused by the change in topic.

Also most of your blood is still below your belt. You aren't exactly in peak condition.

"Well how else am I gonna sit in your lap and play video games?" She says with a grin.

Seeing that she isn't taking her anger out on you, you can only sigh in relief.

"Oh, so you can be a wholesome couple." Noelle drawls at her.

"Wholesome? Who said either of us would have pants on?" She cackles.

It is all you can do to gulp nervously at the declaration, sharing a look of apprehension with your Queen who blushes slightly at the implication.

Surely… surely she can't have that powerful a sex drive right?

Right?!

"Alright, who's fucking idea was this?" Ashley demands, gesturing around you with fury clear in her expression.

You look around at your surroundings and shrug. It had taken two days to get here, but most of that time had actually been spent scouting the largely abandoned province for a location close enough to civilization to be able to have access to old infrastructure, but not close enough to be easily detected.

You had ended up in a small valley with no obvious entrances, and a small island of calm towards its rear amidst a sizeable lake that stood between the surrounding small peaks.

It was atypical of the local landscape, but for your purposes - it's perfect.

"I… don't see the problem." You say hesitantly.

"It's the middle of fucking nowhere! How the fuck are we supposed to get minions out here dipshit?" She demands, sweeping her arms outward for emphasis.

You note that at no point are her hands ever pointed at anyone but you, and herself.

"Why would we need minions? We're 'good guys' now right?" Jess drawls tiredly.

The fiery Bishop had made several attempts on your loins in the intervening two days, only to be interrupted by Noelle's renewed drive to get everything 'ready'.

This second chance seemed like it had truly invigorated her - more so than anything you've ever seen before.

"Support staff could be helpful. I really don't have any interest in cooking or cleaning." Noelle points out while the rest of her flit about the area, scouting.

"Yeah but- why can't we just teleport hamburgers to us or something? There's bound to be some schmuck diner around here that would trade food for protection. Heck, we can even throw Ashley in as a waitress or something." Jess snipes at the white haired girl, who bares her teeth back at her.

Naturally, Jess is almost entirely unphased by the threat - a side effect of Ashley never actually following through on them.

Deciding that now would probably be a good time to mediate, you decide to step forward.

"Now, now. Let's figure out where we'll be setting up before anything else." You council with a smile.

"What, the middle of fucking nowhere not good enough?" Ashley spits, her eyes narrowing dangerously in your direction.

Naturally, the fact that your clothes only exist at her mercy has not been lost on her, and while you don't really mind being nude, it tends to elicit a certain reaction from the girls that you'd rather avoid at the moment.

"Yes, well. We could set up on the Island - easy pickings - we could try and create an air bubble under the lake - nice and hard to find - or we could dig into the walls of the valley, which would probably be very defensible in the event of an assault." You explain absently, turning to ponder the tableau before you.

The underwater route is iffy - all your enchantments would be dedicated to keeping it livable rather than defensible. But it would be hard to find. Digging a fortress out of the valley itself would give you lots of room for defensive enchantments and tools - but it would be extremely obvious at a glance. The island is the happy middle ground in that there looks to be enough space to set up some defensive enchantments, but would require some additional resources to make it as hard to find as an underwater location, or as defensible as the cave idea.

No matter what you pick - it has to be able to protect the spike you will be planting at the center of the base.

The fact that you have an excuse to get the girls in swimsuits no matter which you pick is… purely coincidental."Are you sure we can't-"

"Yes. Jess. Please. I am literally begging you. No more." You beg hoarsely, trying with all your might to ignore how painfully tight your pants are right now.

"But it's in, like, every porno ever!" Your Bishop complains loudly, making an audible harrumphing sound as she crosses her arms petulantly in front of herself and angrily lifts her feet to slam them down on the dashboard of the truck.

"If I pull over, Noelle is going to kill me!" You insist, gesturing behind you. No one is actually in the sleeping compartment of the truck right now, Noelle and Ashley having opted to sleep the morning away for once, but your point stands.

You told your Queen you would get everyone safely to your destination by the evening, and you meant it! Now that you don't have to be worried about getting pulled over or hunted by the PRT, anyway.

"You don't have to stop! That's the whole point!" Jess insists.

"There are other drivers on the road! If you put your mouth anywhere near my dick, I guarantee I will lose control of this vehicle!" You hiss, even though inwardly you can actually feel your soul die a little bit.

Of course you want your girlfriend to suck you off while you drive! What idiot wouldn't!?

'Me, apparently!' You cry out in mental anguish.

"Boring. At least entertain me! You're too quiet when you're driving!" Jess complains once more, huffing indignantly and kicking her feet - which does interesting things to the hem of her–

A loud horn blares at you and you abruptly swerve back into your lane of traffic, having been just about to sideswipe another truck.

The pair of you were in costume, of course. Now that you were no longer hunted by the law, you could travel openly, which meant that it was probably for the best that the truck not be consistently connected with your 'civilian' identities - which Dragon had very helpfully claimed she was working on.

You suppose there are worse things than being American - even if you wish Dragon had the authority to allocate you papers for your true homeland, Japan.

Unfortunately, Japan's cape community was remarkably insular, and its government not any more open to foreign interference than it had been on your Earth - so that wasn't in the cards.