After his fifth song, John finally bid everyone goodnight and retired to his room. The beer that had remained in his belly had started to seep into his system, giving him just a light buzz, and he knew he would sleep well. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, then looked himself over in the mirror.

His body had become more toned yet again, no six pack yet, but there was a slight increase in muscle definition. His chest hair was slightly thicker than it used to be, but he was hardly a shag carpet, and thankfully, it mostly remained there. No back hair for him. The hair on his crotch was neatly trimmed, even though he had never touched it himself. It made everything look even larger than what it actually was, giving it a ‘heavy’ look, particularly his balls. If they got much bigger, he was worried he might have trouble walking. 

Is that hair care a DEN thing? Or is Xiaolin doing this with a little magic? No matter.

His face was… well, still chopped up, though thankfully his beard hid most of the scarring. His silver hair had started to grow longer, covering up his missing ear. There was nothing to be done for his empty eye socket, the angry pink flesh almost glaring back at him for becoming overconfident. Nothing to be done but place the eyepatch back on. 

“Damn, I hunt pirates, but I am looking more and more like one every day. I just need the hat and a bird on my shoulder, and I will have completed the Halloween costume. Or maybe if I can get a spear, I can be Odin instead?” 

He chuckled. Picturing himself as that Norse god put him in a good mood. 

He left the bathroom and walked to his bed, smiling at the sight already waiting for him. 

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His pillow.

Just as he was about to lie down, once again someone knocked on his door.

“John Wayne, may I come in?”

“Yes.” He said, grabbing his blanket and wrapping it around his waist. He hadn’t really had a discussion with Mia about how comfortable she was with casual nudity, but in case this wasn’t just about wanting to sleep with him again, he wanted to have a modicum of decency.

She walked through the door, in her hoodie and fatigue pants again, hair tied back in a ponytail. She had a couple of bottles of water in her hands.

“I brought you some water, so you do not have a hangover in the morning.” She said, offering him a bottle.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took the bottle and drank some of it. He actually hadn’t had a hangover for a while now, not since he discovered either Cure or Detoxify could clear that up nearly instantly. He wasn’t going to tell her that. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t appreciate the gesture. “Did you come so we could sleep together again?”

“If you do not mind.”

“Mia, you don’t need to ask. For better or for worse, you are part of my family now. I will take care of you.” He said, spreading his arms and offering her a hug. She tenitivly stepped into his embrace, leaning on his chest.

“Family. It is such a foreign concept to me. My sibko (Group of other canister kids she was raised with) is the only thing I can compare it to, but we were competing with each other more than caring for each other. There was a bonding there, but it was camaraderie, not this family you speak of. The care and intimacy you show Lucy, your laughter and joy when playing with Rei, and the passion in your voice when you are singing. These things are stirring feelings in me that I did not know existed. I just want to…” She squirmed a little bit in his embrace and sighed.

“What is wrong?” 

“It is that dezgra again. She did things to me, and I thought I had hardened my mind to it. But, since I met you, I have had these sexual urges again, and when I try to scratch them, I cannot. Her… her training… is preventing me.” She said, then looked up at him. Her heterochromatic eyes were nearly in tears, but were filled with a yearning, a yearning for him. “John Wayne, as my bondholder, I am loath to request anything from you, but… can you help me?”

He blinked.

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“Mia. Of course, I will help you.” He said, then leaned down to give her a kiss. She responded eagerly, almost desperately, her tongue much more active than it was last night. She flinched slightly as he ran his hands over her smooth skin under her hoodie, but she didn’t stop kissing him. He kept his hands on her back for now, letting her get used to his touch. He didn’t feel a bra strap, which made him wonder for a moment if they forgot to buy her one, but he stuffed that in the back of his mind for now. 

She held her hands on his pecs, and he could feel a slight push; she was fighting herself not to push away from him. She began to relax a little as he kept his pace slow, focusing on their kissing rather than exploring her body for now. After a minute or two, he slowly leaned her to the side, laying her down on the bed. Their lips never breaking contact as he continued to kiss her. He could feel her breathing quicken, her heartbeat racing, but he did not push her further. Not yet.

His hand began exploring her midriff, her toned abs feeling rock hard under his fingers. He traced them around her belly button before moving slowly up to her chest. He cupped her right breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. It was quite small and sensitive, causing her to moan slightly as he teased the firm nub. 

They broke the kiss then, and he rested his forehead on hers, watching as she panted slightly under his touch. She closed her eyes and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder, pulling him back in for another kiss. He gently squeezed her breast, the firm orb fitting nearly perfectly into his hand. 

They continued to make out for some time, her hand moving up and down his back, her nails digging in a little at times. Still, she kept her other hand firmly planted on his chest, seemingly ready to push him back at a moment’s notice. 

He let go of her breast and slowly snaked his fingers back down to her belly, then continued lower. He paused when he reached her waistband as she tensed up. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“No. Yes. I… can we do this a little differently?” She replied, pushing on his chest. 

“Whatever you need.”

“Sit up on the bed, with your back against the wall.” She said, standing up.

He did, using his pillow for back support. The blanket had all but fallen off him at this point, and she pulled it away before he could cover himself. She stripped her clothing off, exposing her naked body to him, allowing him to actually have a good look at her without seeming like a creep.

She didn’t seem to care about him looking at her nudity, allowing him full view of all her curves. She had long, shapely legs, corded with toned muscle. Her belly was indeed toned, with a narrow crack running down the center of her midriff, separating her abs. Her bush was large but trimmed, and as fiery red as her hair. She was stunning to look at. 

“John Wayne, just… stay there a moment, please.” 

She crawled onto the bed, then turned around, resting her back on his chest. Little John got sandwiched between them, resting between her ass cheeks. 

“I… I want you to touch me.” She said, already starting to breathe rapidly again. “And can you sing again, or speak while you do it? I do not know why, but your voice is calming to me. Please, John Wayne.”

“Of course. Just try and relax, and I will take care of you, my fiery angel.” He said softly into her ear.  He didn’t dive into the promised land right away. Instead, he moved his hands along her legs, gradually moving up to her waist, feeling her trembling muscles beneath his fingers. He kissed her neck once, then cleared his throat and began to sing yet another love song from those ancient times. 

“Whoa, my love, my darling. I’ve hungered for your touch…” His memories started to drift a little to his past as he sang.

My wife and I have slow-danced to this song and made love to it so many times. I even danced with her friend that one night when we had our first threesome. Now, over a thousand years later, Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers is once again making someone feel safe in the arms of another.

He continued to sing as he moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping the heavy orbs in his hands and rubbing both of her nipples with his thumbs. She pressed back into his body harder, her eyes closed, breathing steadying out. He couldn’t see much of her face from this angle, but it felt like she was melting into him as he continued to massage her breasts.

He kissed her whenever there was a break in the song to allow the music to play, slowly moving his right hand down to her hips, his fingers combing through her bush. He rested them there for a moment as the song ended, and he switched to How Deep Is Your Love by the Bee Gees. “I know your eyes in the morning sun…” 

She was breathing heavily again, so he rubbed her belly a bit. She gingerly spread her legs, exposing her vulva to him. She tensed up as his fingers traced a line down, rubbing each side of the beautifully shaped clamshell. Her breath hitched when he placed a finger at the base of her slit, but she just moaned a little as he parted her folds with his finger. 

She was drenched already, either from his voice or the stimulation, not that it mattered. Using his middle finger, traced some circles and lines all around her clit, brushing the bead again and again,  causing her to jump and shiver in pleasure. He placed his finger directly on the bead and started circling it, slowly at first, then increasing in intensity as her body responded to his touch. 

“John Wayne. Hah, John, Hah, Wayne. What, hah, are you doing to meEEE!” She moaned, quivering in his arms.  

He took his other hand off her breast and cupped her cheek instead, turning her face to look up at him. “I am going to make you cum, Mia. I want you to cum for me.” He said, then kissed her as her ramped his assault up on her clit.

“Hah! HAH! MMMMMmmmMMMMMM!!!!” She was so inexperienced that it didn’t take very long before she reached her peak. Moaning, she grabbed onto the back of his head, kissing him harder as she clamped her thighs together on his hand. He left it there, teasing the little bead softly as she rode out her orgasm. 

She slumped onto his chest after about thirty seconds, taking long, deep breaths. “John Wayne. Thank you.” She said, sounding sleepy. Little John was now dangling in the air and looking for attention, but he wasn’t worried about that. Tonight was for her, not for him.

“You’re welcome.” He said with a smile. He extracted his hand from between her legs, then lay her down on the bed. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and covered them both up with it, cuddling in next to her. She had already fallen asleep by the time he got comfortable, so he just closed his eye, and drifted off to sleep.

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