Book Four – Chapter Two – Part Six – Revealing Her Love (R-18)

“If you ever met a God or Goddess, what would you ask them?” Momo asked out of curiosity. She stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a jug of water because she was thirsty. Usually, she would ask Claire for permission, but the Elf had made it abundantly clear that Momo and Servi were welcome in her house. Water, snacks, food? Everything was available for her beloved friends to use.

“Hmm… I guess I’d want to know what the Gods were thinking when they made us. And how hard was it to make the planet we’re on? And things like rain and snow. Where does it come from? I know about the water cycle, but I want to know what rain and snow are made other than just saying it’s rain and snow. Does that make sense?”

“It kinda does. You want to know how water was made? We’ve always known what water was, but you want to know how it first came into the world?” Momo asked, wanting Claire to clear it up.

“Yeah, that’s right. Finally, I guess I’d ask if bunny people existed. You got me really curious about that.”

“Haha!” Momo laughed, and Claire continued.

“Now that I’m thinking on it, I have an endless amount questions I want to ask, but like, we’re never going to get the chance to. Still, it’s fun to think of hypotheticals, isn’t it?” Claire flashed a smile and finished off her glass of water. She turned her head to one of the windows and stared out.

With the moon being shy, it was totally dark out. Canary usually relied on the sparkling light from that dazzling rock to provide illumination. Since that wasn’t the case, Claire spotted a few walking orbs of fire that came from lanterns and candles. They looked mystical and abstract and almost tantalizing in a way. If anything, the flickers of flames she saw reminded her of Servi’s eyes. Red eyes were a rarity in the world, and Claire could count the number of people she had seen with them on two hands.

“Me too. Exploring the unknown and making fantastic discoveries… That’s like the dream of every explorer out there. I wanted to join Warden to get stronger like my grandpa…and make friends. But I really wanna scavenge the world and investigate long-forgotten ruins… And you gotta have exploring buddies to do that. Both to make it fun and safe. Me and Servy once talked about getting on a boat in Waveret and sailing the seas. We’d talk about how fun it would be to find buried treasure. Right before we left for Arcton, Servy and I spoke about who would be the captain and who would be the first mate. But between us, I think Captain Servy sounds better than Captain Momo. First Mate Momo is the perfect title for me...” The atmosphere suddenly grew thick and heavy, and Momo opened her mouth to ask something important. “Hey, Claire?”

“Hmm?”

“Do… Do you think…that if it comes to it…I’ll be able to protect Servy like she protected me?” Momo uttered those words with a heavy breath as if a guillotine was hanging above her neck.

“You meaning killing someone?” Claire slowly asked. The atmosphere turned heavy and solemn.

“Yeah.”

“Back at Warden, when you went to go change, I talked to Servi about that. I told her about my father. He was a ranger, so it was his job to protect the forest. He was blessed, but it wasn’t by a Major God, and he never joined Warden because he didn’t want to stray too far from home. My mother was his childhood friend, and he never wanted to be away from her. It was the same with her, so I honestly believe they were meant for each other.

“Being in the guard meant he had to clash blades with bandits, trolls, ogres, goblins, and others who thought our quaint little forest was ripe for the plundering. That also meant he had to cross that uncrossable line… Momo, killing is one of the hardest things a person can do. I honestly believe that people who claim they can do it with a smile are trapped in an unrealistic fantasy.

“At the same time, I think the greatest form of love is crossing that line to protect a loved one, even if it means stealing a life. Innocent or guilty? It doesn’t matter. A life will still be lost at the end of the day. Now, if it does come to pass, Momo, I won’t think any less of you. It’s just like how I don’t think less of Servi. But if the day comes where you have to cross that line, I’m sure you know Servi will be right there to lend you a supporting hand. But that’s not all. I know I don’t need to say this, but you’ll always have my support. And Dineria’s support, and Srassa’s support, too. And it goes without saying that you have the support of all of your friends.”

“Thanks, Claire…” Momo said with a whisper. Fat tears threatened to leak from her eyes. “It’s just… I think I’m a bad friend because… What if I’m frozen in fear when I need to step across that line? What if I just can’t do it? Servy never thought about it twice… She just jumped in and saved me…”

“Momo, that fear is normal. I’m sure Servi was scared as well, but she powered through it because there was something important waiting for her on the other side. Listen, if something happens and you find yourself having to cross that line, your body will act without even consulting your mind. Servi is just that priceless to you, just like how you’re so dear to her that she sprung into action. It’s hard to not think about it, isn’t it?” Claire finally said. She spent a few seconds to think about what she wanted to say in a way that would respect Momo’s wishes.

“It is,” Momo said. She rubbed her eyes and turned to look at Servi. “I wanna be Servy’s equal… I wanna be her equal in everything. In power, technique, skill... If I can get as strong as her, then I can watch her back just as she watched mine these past months. She’s always been looking out for me, ever since our first quest. She warned me of danger... She even pushed me out of the way of an attack. My well-being always came first. For once, I want to be the one looking out for her… And I do know that’s what I’m doing now, but I feel like it’s not enough. But it’s the only thing I can… At least until we start questing again. ARGH! I feel like I’m just talking in circles and circles and circles. But what can I really do but wait and be by her side? I’m doing all I can, and I know it’s all I can do, but I want to do more!”

“I know you do, Momo. I wish I could do something as well, but you’re the only one who can provide Servi with what she needs. Maybe changing the subject will help take your mind off of it? Hmm… Let’s go back to when we were talking about the sea and buried treasure. Have you ever sailed on a boat?” Claire asked. She rolled her head and lifted her arms, stretching because her muscles felt tense. “I did a few times when I was traveling around.”

“No. I don’t even know how to swim. I need to do that first before I even get on a canoe,” Momo remarked. She then talked about how her grampy was just too old to teach her how to swim. By then, the adorable, love-stricken girl yawned and rubbed her eyes. Then Claire started to yawn. She lifted her arms again to stretch, and her tank top raised to show off her smooth tummy and belly button.

“I’m starting to get sleepy,” Claire said while yawning a second time.

“Same here. It might be time for us to leave. Claire, me and Servy wanna thank you again. If we didn’t have you here, then I don’t know what would’ve happened. Me and Servy probably wouldn’t have partied up.” Momo stood up and stretched her arms.

“You’re starting to make me blush… But I’m sure if it was someone else, you and Servi would still be the same.”

“I’m not so sure. You signed us both up, and if you would’ve taken a few extra seconds with Servi, then I’d probably have already picked a quest. I didn’t tell Servy this, but I purposely picked the same one she chose because I wanted a friend. And like I said, if you had kept her occupied for another few seconds, I probably would’ve waited for someone else to walk up. But since you let her go at just the right time, well, I’m with Servy now. And together, we decided to get you those chocolates as thanks for helping us out with our endless questions and concerns. All of that wouldn’t have been possible if you weren’t there. So thanks, Claire!” Momo smiled, flashing a set of white teeth. She tilted her head oh-so-adorably as salty liquid leaked from her eyes.

Claire stood up out of her chair and hugged the thankful Singi even as her own eyes started to cry. Servi was the lone girl out, and she stared at Momo and Claire’s friendly embrace. Eventually, Momo didn’t want to leave the straggler behind, and she grabbed Servi’s hand, helped her up, and turned the personal hug into a group embrace.

As if she had finally gotten the message, Servi’s face scrunched up, and she also unleashed the flood gates.

But it was imperative to note that none of the tears shed were for sadness. They all came from a happy origin, which made the embrace even more beautiful.

“Servi, Momo… You guys are my best friends…” Claire’s heartfelt words were coming from a personal background.

“And you’re ours, Claire…” Momo whispered. It took a few more minutes for the heightened atmosphere to settle down, and once it did, Claire escorted her lovely friends to the front door.

“Do you want me to walk you back to Warden?” Claire asked. She leaned against the front door, feeling the chilly breeze on her slender arms and bare shoulders. Her red hair danced around, playing with her pointy ears.

“Thank you, but we’ll be fine. If something does happen, we’ll run to the nearest guard and scream for help. But surprisingly, the crime rate sure has dropped. Or at least it felt like it has.” Momo noticed that ever since Canary was attacked by Servi and a pack of freedom fighters, the crime rate had significantly dropped. It was still there, and even as Servi and Momo trained for the tournament, there were still tales of assaults, murders, and robberies, but they were in the single digits. Before that, such disastrous encounters that ended violently measured in the triple digits weekly. On that same note, punishing slaves in public had ceased to exist.

They had made that much of an impact.

It was obvious that the abuse continued in private, though. It was such a far cry from Momo's first day. She was unfortunate enough to see a man kill his slave via a command to the bracelet they all had to wear.

If the me now was transported in time to back then, would I have jumped in? I’d like to think I would have done all I could to free that slave… Wherever you are, I hope it’s peaceful…

“Alright. Be careful on your way back.”

“We will. We’ll see you later, okay?” Momo and Servi waved.

“Okay… Bye,” Claire said, returning the wave. She watched her friends walk down her street, and she didn’t go inside until they had turned the corner.”

In her eyes, the meal had gone literally perfect. Absolutely nothing went wrong, and Claire was satisfied with that. That was why she had a hop in her step when she locked the door and started her nightly routine. Even though she had to be at work in 9 hours, she couldn’t wait to start the day. And it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Servi and Momo reignited the Warden spirit harbored within her Elven chest.

“Yeah, life’s a lot more fun when you have a couple of pals by your side,” Claire said while skipping up the stairs. She had already extinguished all the lanterns and candles, and she had closed the blinds and locked the back door. There was nothing else but to drift off to sleep and wake up energized to take on the day.

Forty minutes after Momo and Servi left Claire’s house, they stood alone in Servi’s room at Warden. The lack of candles meant it was supposed to be dark, but Itarr took care of that with a few Lux Spheres. Immaculate light, made from the holiest of energies, illuminated the room and destroyed any shadows. The brightness highlighted the beautiful wood, enhancing the glossy film painted over it. Warden may have had its own issues, but they did take value in constructing a sturdy building. The Warden office in Arcton was proof of that.

Momo sat side-by-side with her friend, who remained motionless. Servi’s legs dangled over the bed, but she made no effort to move them. On the other hand, Momo gleefully kicked back and forth. Her eyes were glued to Servi’s palm.

Momo’s fingers traced a heart and softly touched Servi’s fingertips. The air was arcadian. Even the wind refused to make any noise. Her tail had gotten the memo, so it laid dormant behind her. On the plus side, the golden blankets were softer than silk and velvet, so it had it made.

Momo gathered some courage and started to speak. “Well, I hope you had fun today. I certainly did. Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that we’re friends? Because I really am. You’re my bestest best bestest friend, Servy. You’re also the strongest person I know. And right now, you’re the person I want to share my heart with. I know I’m gonna say this a lot in the future, so I might as well practice. Servy, I love you. Like I said earlier, I don’t know if you’re gonna remember any of this. I guess a part of me hopes you do… But another part wants you to forget it. I suppose I should’ve organized my confession, but Claire really put me on the spot!

“But I think that’s good. Things are supposed to go wrong every once in a while. Imagine how boring the world would be if everything went perfectly to plan. For the first part, I know I wouldn’t have met you. That’s why… That’s why I’m okay if you remember it because it can be something unique between us!” Momo said. She looked up from playing with Servi’s palm. Her eyes were glued to those pink lips. They were slightly pursed open, and Momo only imagined how soft they were. She wanted to reach up, cup her hands around Servi’s face, and slide her fingers up and down her cheeks while kissing her.

Momo started to squirm as she felt something warm between her legs. Evidentially, she had gotten excited. Her face turned red, and her mind kicked into overdrive. She imagined touching and rubbing Servi the way she played with herself.

“Umm… Umm!” Momo stammered. “It’s getting kinda late, so I think I’m about to shut in for the night. Good night, Servy. I love you, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?” A frantic girl stood up, inadvertently pulling her friend along with her. She turned to the left and wrapped her arms around Servi’s back. Her hands rubbed up and down, feeling just how squishy Servi was under her overalls. Even the rugged, blue denim couldn’t disguise her softness.

As much as Momo wanted to, she couldn’t stay entangled with Servi forever. She found it a heavy task to break away from the embrace, but she did so. She walked backwards, raising a tender hand towards the girl she fell in love with. She cutely yelped when her back touched the door handle, and a crimson hue covered her cheeks as she left.

Within fifteen seconds, Momo had walked into her room, stripped down to her birthday suit, gently sat her bag beside the bed, and hopped under the covers. She usually wore one of her nightgowns, but Momo had forgone that because her body felt warm. She twisted and turned, her breath grew ragged and passionate, and her mind wouldn’t stop thing about Servi.

Momo rolled to her stomach, rubbing her delicate breasts against the soft blanket. A hand went down her stomach and softly brushed her ripening, moist fruit. She arched her back, panting as her fingers rubbed her slit up and down.

“More… I need more…” Momo panted. She rolled to her back and spread her legs. She stared at the wet hand she had up, and a bit of her own juice dripped down on her lips. She imagined it was Servi, and her tongue sprung to action.

“Servy…” Momo moaned. Her entire mind was filled with nothing but her friend. She wanted to touch Servi, she wanted to smell Servi, and she yearned to lick Servi and taste her. The hand Momo used to play with herself was Servi, or so she imagined it.

“Servy… I wanna touch you… Servy!!!” Momo arched her back in pleasure when two of her fingers slipped in. That was what she got for rubbing too fast, but the pleasure-minded girl didn’t think of it as a punishment.

She stared up at the roof, gasping with an open mouth. Her other hand went to her chest, and she immediately thought about Servi’s bouncing bosom. With how soft Servi was, Momo imagined the bustiest part of her had to be like marshmallows.  Even through two shirts and overalls, she felt like she knew what Servi’s bare body looked like.

But even as horny and excited as she was, she would still respect her friend. Unless she gained explicit permission, heard a love confession from Servi, and asked her twice over, Momo would wait. Of course, that was assuming Servi felt the same way about her.

Still, it wouldn’t be that bad to imagine Servi doing the pleasuring, would it? Momo thought so, and that was why she slowly stopped masturbating. She opened her eyes and removed her hand from her crotch. The chalice of pleasure was just about to tip over, but Momo pulled the plug on that.

She loved Servi so much it hurt her heart, and waiting for a proper response would kill her.

It wouldn’t, but to her, it would feel like it.

Momo rolled out of bed and paced around her darkroom. She could barely see where the walls were, but that was it. A glistening liquid continued to flow down her thighs, but Momo didn’t notice that.

Tears started to fall from the love-struck girl, and she just went splat on her bed. Half of her body was hanging off, with her toes rubbing the wooden floor. The other half pressed itself into the bed.

“Servy… I… I just love you so much…” Momo whispered. She pushed off the floor and rolled to her back, lightly bouncing on the springy mattress. Her dry hand went to her eyes, and her wet hand went back to her crotch. “That’s why… That’s why I hope you can forgive me… Ever since I met you… I’ve had these urges deep in my body. Unless I do this, I can’t extinguish the fire inside me. Aahhh!!!”

Momo felt the pit of pleasure was too irresistible, and she moaned Servi’s name as the metaphysical chalice started to fill. Her legs squirmed and stretched, then spread open like an eagle’s wings before clamping shut. Momo nearly squeezed her thighs. The warmness of it radiated to her trapped hand. Her fingers tickled open, swarming around and rubbing against her inner folds. An adventurous thump explored around and found her clitoris. A glancing touch was enough to drain the strength in her legs, which didn’t amount to much because she was lying perpendicular to her bed.

A second touch sent chills of electricity down her spine and forced her to open her mouth. “Servy… Servy… I’m sorry… Servy!!!!” Momo curled slightly upward as she felt something approach. The growing chalice of pleasure in her loins was nearly at the top, and it only needed one more thing to overflow it.

And that one thing was a squeaky whisper from the Singi in love. “I want to feel your touch, Servy…. Aaaaahhahhh!!!” Momo’s lower body uncontrollably shook as an orgasm struck her like a baseball bat. She slightly convulsed, squirting her love juice a meter and a half away, soaking the wooden floor.

“Aahhhh… Aaahhhh… Aaaahhhhhh…” Momo panted like a thirsty dog, but she had no strength. She was content with life, at that moment, to just lie in there in bed while filling her thoughts with Servy. Even if she had an orgasm while thinking about her friend, the need to cry didn’t make itself known. Momo found that vexing because of how she acted not even ten minutes ago. Her post-orgasmic state left her feeling calm, collected, and confused.

Momo just laid there, naked, with her fluids coating her thighs. She knew she had to roll out of bed and clean up, but did she really have to do that?

Her body said no, but the responsible part forced her to get to it. With regret, and maybe a bit of apprehension, Momo retrieved a towel from her bag. She made sure it was clean and folded it in half. Then she squatted and wiped herself dry, groaning at how tough stuff the towel was. She made a mental note to buy another one as she was wiping up her mess.

Momo threw a silent tantrum, but she continued her cleaning. Before too long, the floors were shiny, and Momo realized she had cleaned her entire room. Somehow, that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Momo giggled while walking to the bed. She stored the towel in her bag and just laid down on top of the blankets. She twisted on her side and held her arms close to her stomach.

“If I can’t sleep with Servy, I’ll just imagine it. That’s not too big of a sin, is it? If it is, I’m sure… I’m sure the girl I love can forgive me… Good night, Servy. I really do love you,” Momo whispered. Her beautiful head was gently supported by the expensive set of pillows. A few minutes later, she was very quietly snoring, but she had a smile on her face.

Her dreams were filled with nothing but happiness and rainbow, and that was how she spent the first night of confessing her love.

Love was a sensitive subject, and it rarely manifested in the same way for two different people. It could also be quite controlling, as it was with Itarr. With Momo, it turned her into a love-struck, clingy girl who couldn’t keep her beloved’s face out of her mind.

One was a Singi.

The other was a Goddess.

The love they felt for the same woman wasn’t the same.  At the same time, the devotion they showed wasn’t that different at a base level because they only wanted the best for Servi.