Chapter 4: –4– “Familiar Face”

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Deacon sits up on the couch, looking at his friend from Earth. Adrienne was a friend of a friend, the two having met at a party three years ago. They had always been relatively close, even a few incidents where they were closely intimate. But he never declared an actual romantic relationship; it was just a casual thing.

"Casual? Really Deek? You know you loved those nights in my bed as much as I did~." Adrienne points at the loft with her thumb, where her bed is. He won't deny it as much as he hates her saying what he was thinking. Those were good evenings, fond even.

But he couldn't sit in silence forever, so he had to pop the question any would ask. "Where am I?"

"My apartment, you goofball. Where else would you be?" Adrienne drops onto Deacon's lap with a sway to her hips. An arm goes around his shoulder as she kisses his cheek. "I was wondering when you'd fall asleep, sitting here in anticipation for you to show up."

"Adrienne...what...what the fuck is going on?" Deacon's confusion only grew, and a knot started forming in his stomach. She always had that tough girl, 'do not fuck with me or I will gut you vibe,' but she was a sweetheart in private. Don't be fooled; she could still kick some serious ass if she wanted to. Deacon never thought one of his friends, her especially, would be caught up in this.

Much less play a part in it.

"Hmm. I know you never liked riddles, so I'll put it bluntly. You died, Deek. Or you should have, but I managed to bring you home, my actual home." Adrienne begins to explain to him, which eases him somewhat. She continues, though upon seeing his continued curiosity. "My job was simple: find someone on your planet to become a new champion for my Goddess and bring them back to my world. Your purpose here, Deac, is to be one of Her champions."

She then touches a finger to his nose. "Boop."

"A champion? But...why me, Addy? I'm not a soldier or a teenage neet like in some kind of anime. I'm just me." Deacon deflects, trying to make some modicum of sense of his situation. Unfortunately, though, it was failing horribly.

"I have my reasons. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. But enough talk! I know you're curious about your tattoos and powers, right?" Adrienne moves the topic onto Deacon's mysterious ink. He nods in response. "Well, I'm what's called an Artist. We are servants of deities assigned to prospective champions, Muses, to aid their journeys and offer guidance. Of course, every Artist has their way of helping their Muse: body modifications, jewelry, equipment, yada yada. Want to guess as to mine?"

He humors her, looking down at her body and all the tattoos that cover her. "Tattoos?"

"Yup! Also, my eyes are up here." She teases him as he unwittingly lingers a bit too long on her chest. Her fingers trace along the skulls on Deacon's forearms, her touch surprisingly cool. "I power you up with tattoos. I could explain how they work, but that's just more boring crap you don't have to know. All you need to know is that I can enhance them as you get stronger, maybe even give you new ones. In fact, let's check you out now."

Standing up, Adrienne grabs him by the hand and yanks him up so hard that he has to clench his teeth to not audibly react. She brings him to a corner of the apartment and sits him down on a tattooist's chair—a metal table with all the tools, ink, and gloves one could need. Without being asked, Deacon would strip off his shirt and hand it to her before sitting on the chair. He knows the drill, even if he has no memory of getting the ink.

Adrienne looms over him, having set her sunglasses on the table as she adjusts his chair. He gets another eyeful of her cleavage, that sexy bra of hers barely containing the pale and perky flesh. It was crazy how well built yet busty she was, able to give both athletes and models runs for their money. That was part of the reason Deacon was attracted to her and why he could never outright tell her his feelings.

Gulping, he decides to ask a question. "Do you know what happened to Earth?"

"I think you can answer that yourself, Deek. Planet has died, broken by the nuclear fire those bastards in government unleashed. No matter the world, I'll never understand why humans are such destructive beings." Adrienne shakes her head but smiles as she looks down at him. "Enough about me and that dead rock. How'd your first day go? I felt your tattoos activate, but I don't know the extent of events. Looking at your clothes, though, I can already guess some things did happen."

Adjusting in his seat, Deacon looks at her. "Let's see here. Got a squad of skeleton soldiers, dressed up like an American Doughboy, killed some bandits, and saved an attractive rogue."

"Did you now?" He hears something strange in Adrienne's voice. Almost like, jealousy? She's preparing her machine while also putting on a pair of gloves he had never seen before. Glowing symbols covered the material, down to the digits of her fingers and palms. "Well, at least you didn't die. I'm sure you've seen or heard that my world is in bad shape. The only silver lining is the people here are a hell of a lot more attractive than Earth."

"She certainly is. She has a scar on her face and is a crack shot with a flintlock. Should've seen it." Deacon couldn't help but smirk softly at remembering Damaris' quickdrawing on the bandit leader. However, seeing Adrienne's expression, that smirk fell away as fast as it had come. Guess he shouldn't talk about her anymore...especially since she cooked for him and is currently asleep next to him.

"She's what next to you?" Adrienne sits forward sharply, her green eyes staring into Deacon's even behind her bangs. "You haven't slept with her, have you, Deek?"

"What?! No! Why would I...I just met her today! Even if I could, I wouldn't want to mess with-."

"So even though you haven't, you're not saying you are! Hmph, how could you cheat on me after all those nights you came crying to me after being stiffed on a date or dumped by some slut." Adrienne pouts, but her tone is playful, so he eases up a bit. But damn, if looks could kill, then she would be a murderer.

After turning on a lamp, her fingers run along the lines of Deacon's skin. Her touch through the gloves was still cool, while the material was smooth. "Such a good and high-quality canvas~. I chose well with you, hun. Now, on your stomach, please?"

Deacon complies once Adrienne lowers the chair so that it is flat. Now on his stomach, her fingers start to press onto his back. This time, the gloves are prickly, like thousands of tiny needles are pressing into his skin.

"I'm guessing certain tattoos give me certain abilities?" Deacon asks as he rests his chin on his hands, looking over his shoulder.

"Correct. For example, the skulls on your arms let you call upon your personal guard. While the Philosopher's Stone here on your shoulder lets you manipulate matter around you." She shows a mirror to Deacon, revealing a tattoo on his shoulder. It was a perfect red sphere encased in a triangle.

"Something I notice when I make things, like my clothes or guns, is that I feel less energetic." Deacon explains to her like a patient does their symptoms to a doctor.

"That's because you're using magic to manipulate matter, Deac. People often like to think science and magic are separate, but believe me when I say they are much closer than you think." Adrienne responds, her fingers gliding along the Philosopher's Stone tattoo. "Much like in games and books, using magic costs mana. Too much use, and you'll end up impacting your health. So if you feel an oncoming headache or nausea, stop whatever it is you're doing."

"Hmm. Noted."

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"Any other questions?"

"Others, but I'll hold off for now."

"Good, because we don't have that much time left. I'd rather spend it like this." Deacon grunts as she flips him onto his back before straddling his hips. He didn't even see her remove her gloves or push away the lamp. Instead, her lips press onto his in a chaste kiss while her hands work on his trousers. He kisses back on instinct, her lips soft and warm against his while contrasting her hands. Pulling away, Adrienne smirks sultrily. "When I say we Artists aid our Muse, that applies in all aspects."

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Laughing softly, she pulls his trousers down along with his underwear. Her eyes light up as she takes in the sight of what lies below. "Well, isn't that a sight? How about your friend down here say hello to me too?"

"Adrienne...wait, I don't think-."  Deacon tries to sit up, but her hands plant on his chest and push him back down onto the seat.

"No objections! Just trust me, I'll make it feel as good I always do, 'kay?" Her expression was soft, almost pleading, despite her firm grasp on his chest. Sighing, he relents and nods. What's the worst that could happen?

Adrienne smiles as she drags a hand up his thigh while the other goes across his midriff. Her hand and chest brush along his underside, and against his internal protests, it starts to stiffen. "Just as I remember it~."

She stroked a finger from the base to the tip, toying with him to start. It sent tingles of pleasure up Deacon's spine, making him grunt and squirm slightly at her touch. Adrienne laughs at his reaction, her face coming to his for a quick peck. She then kisses his chin, then neck, then the collar. Then, trailing them down his body, she returns to his cock, both hands stroking it while her tongue makes for its tip.

He jerks up as she takes him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as her lips wrap around the tip. She bobs her head up and down, visible purple lipstick coating his shaft in a sheen while she does so. Her tongue laps away at the bottom of his shaft, lips firmly wrapped around him like a vacuum. Then, moving her hands off his shaft and onto his thighs, Adrienne blows him with such skill and finesse that Deacon finds it hard to contain his noises as she takes in his cock repeatedly.

Her blowjob goes on for what feels like minutes as he watches her suck him off. His teeth grind together, his cock growing and bulging inside her mouth. Tears well up in her eyes, his tip touching the back of her throat. She was near the base but just an inch shy of pressing into his pelvis. Deacon softly cries out as he cums, unleashing a warm load right into her mouth.

Adrienne gags slightly, eyes rolling up into her head as her throat works to swallow what he is giving her. Some even trickle out the corners of her mouth, cheeks filling and emptying with each pump and swallow. Once he had given her his fill, he could feel his cock soften. That's when she pulls off of his shaft with a gasp, her whole body shuddering.

"Fuck...I never get tired of doing that." Adrienne snaps her fingers, and her clothing begins to fizzle away, in the same manner as Deacon's clothing. However, the particles are much more violet blue than golden red like his. Climbing onto him, she holds him by the shoulders. "First the appetizer, now my main course~."

"Might as well..." Deacon mumbles, accepting and enjoying himself. He groans more as she pushes her slit onto the head of his cock, the pink and soft flesh spreading around him as she slowly sinks onto him. She moans, her breasts heaving as she feels him splitting her open.

"I really don't understand how you never had lines of girls in front of you, Deek...your cock is one of the best one can enjoy!" Adrienne exclaims in praise as she shoves more of him into her. "Then again, if you had lines of girls, I would have to share; I can't have that!"

She groans, gasping under her breath as she starts to bounce on his length. Her ass ripples and slaps against his thighs with loud claps, her core tightening and relaxing with every pump as her nails dig into his shoulders. Deacon hisses from her nails, reaching up and seizing her tits into his palms. "Yes! Play with them! Squeeze them!"

Pulling them together and apart with firm squeezes, he molded the soft but firm flesh against his hands, pinching her nipples between his middle and index fingers. Then, taking them between his thumbs, he focuses on stimulating the hardened buds directly by tugging and rolling them.

Reaching back and seizing his knees, Adrienne gyrates her hips as she throws her head back and cums with a scream. Deacon's body trembles below her as he tries to hold on for just a bit longer, but ecstasy racks his body. He screams with her as he, too, is racked by orgasm.

Semen leaks from the seams of their connected sex, viscous streams of it pumping from Deacon into her womb, both shuddering in unison. Squealing, Adrienne falls forward and clings to him while shaking as her abs press to his. Her breasts squish Deacon's head, one of his hands reaching up to give a firm tit squeeze.

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Both of them pant softly, Adrienne planting light kisses on Deacon's face while giggling. Then, smiling, she sits up as he slips free of her. "Never get tired of that."

"I don't intend to." He chuckles softly, reaching up and brushing some of her strands of blue hair back like a curtain. "Hey, I've seen that my skeletons are limited to First World War appearances; why is that?"

"I thought you said no more questions, liar." She pulled on his cheeks with a smirk. "You're too weak for more complex tech, Deac, but you can make modern clothing if you like. Just no modern weapons. Yet."

Well, that answers a few questions he had. So, with no more, for real this time, he lays back on the chair with her cuddling on top of them. Her relaxed and slightly damp body was pleasant to the touch, easing Deacon's nerves.

Adrienne calmly lifts herself off of him, sitting up. "Our time is almost up for tonight, poo. I wish I could spend more of it, but the silver lining is this won't be the last time you'll see me."

"How so?"

"I brought you in here tonight of my own volition. But there is a mutual agreement all Artists share with their Muses, one being privacy. So the next time you want to see me, simply think of me when you go to sleep." Adrienne turns to him with a maintained smile, her hand resting on his chest.

"Heh. I'll keep that in mind. I don't know fully why you brought me to this world, Addy. But, it's comforting knowing that someone kickass like you will be here with me for it." Deacon puts his hand over hers on his chest, squeezing it.

"Flatterer. I have to handle some boring Artist stuff. But I hope to see you again soon, troublemaker. Now, rest."

Her hand glows purple for a moment, Deacon's head falling back when it suddenly feels heavier. He listens as Adrienne stretches and groans before walking away from his view. While returning to his slumber, he got one last good view of her rear.

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