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In Which The Moon Proves To Be Unbearably Dull. In Which I Am Extremely Bored And, Frankly, Above All Judgement Or Reproach For How I Choose To Occupy My Hours Of Idleness (Seen As The Pod Is Self Cleaning And Not Of Much Company.) In Which I Do What A Knight Does When He's Idle And, Uhm. Polish My Sword.
None of Merulo's passionate tirades about the cosmos and its wonders could have prepared me for the dull and extremely uneventful reality of living on the Moon, which, honestly, sounded a lot more glamorous in theory. Not that I would complain about the lack of lurking threats or immediate danger, that part is actually nice. Maybe a little too nice.
The initial buzz over the discovery of Earth and excitement about our arrival that has faded rather rapidly. There seems to be much to be concerned with here on the Moon without much actually happening. The locals are easily swept up in a frenzy over each and every novelty that comes their way (which seems to be an overwhelming amount — too much to keep track on), so their attention is intense but fickle. Once their curiosity has been sated and the shock subsided, the general population has left us mostly alone. It certainly is an improvement on the disdain and murderous rage that has followed me for the past month or so. Still, the transition from near-celebrity status to this polite, vaguely circumspect consideration has been a little brusque, I suppose.
Merulo doesn't seem to be excessively bothered by it. I wonder if he even took notice of the shift at all, immersed as he is in his own frenzied quest for knowledge. For my part, I did my best to keep him in bed to ensure he would make a full recovery (I had to come up with Seduction three through to eleven for that to happen, and even then, success didn't come with a lack of benevolent yet stinging ridicule for my efforts.) Once back on his feet (or rather, foot, I should say) there was no holding him back. Soon I gave up trying to keep up with him at all and, to my disappointment, the sorcerer hardly seemed to notice. I have learned by now that there is coming in between Merulo and his quest for answers, but the little consideration still stings. He has me, a strapping, gorgeous knight, all to himself and yet he neglects to make use of my service. My many, many services.
As it turns out, there is also not much for me to do around here to make myself of use (or of bother.) I soon found out that our pod is self-cleaning, which simultaneously strips me of several tasks as well as undermines my every attempt at swaying the sorcerer's attention from his incessant reading. Does he have any idea how hard it is to stir him into a promising rage by breaking a plate when the damned thing sweeps the broken pieces right up between your feet before he even lifts his eyes from the page (if at all)? Let alone how hard it is to break objects that are built to be mostly unbreakable? It's bad enough that Merulo is too busy accessing the knowledge of this new world to pay much attention to me. Our very own house undermining my attempts at seducing him feels especially unfair to me and my severely spankable bottom, which has gone largely ignored even when I did take the trouble of crawling around on my knees and elbows pretending to clean.
"You know you're leaving that floor dirtier than when we you started, right?" Is all the acknowledgment I got for my troubles. And to think I stuck my hips out and arched my back up for it too!
Things are even worse when Merulo is out and about and the pod is empty. Although I too have access to seemingly unlimited knowledge, I find it all tedious and incomprehensible. Merulo having limited my screen time doesn't help passing the time faster. He told me I was becoming cross-eyed and spoiling my brain watching cat videos all day and that I should find something more useful to do with my time. For someone who has lived on borrowed time for as long as I have, it's ironic that now I would have too much of it to know what to do with.
The house is clean, annoyingly so, the view outside seems ever unchanging, and my screens are all already locked for the day. Nothing else to do but wait for Merulo to get back, whenever that would be.
I sigh and let myself fall down on our bed. I have already eaten and showered several times for lack of anything else to do. Now I'm sated, half naked and thoroughly clean, sprawled out on nearly odourless sheets fresh from the wash, wondering what else I can do to kill time until I try my hand at Seduction Twelve but I come up empty. I'd love for someone smarter than me to give me some pointers. More than that, actually, I would love for Merulo to order me around a little, which is way hotter than having to come up with something by myself.
If I were Merulo, I would know what to do with myself, I think, as I let my hand wander idly down my stomach. For one, if I were Merulo I wouldn't stay away this long if I knew I had an attractive and available knight waiting for me in my bed. And maybe I would get a little mad at me for eating my dinner by myself while I was away, even though the pod would self-cook another dish in a matter or minutes. Maybe I would think a naughty little knight deserved to be punished for his greed. Maybe a greedy, lecherous knight like myself would need to face his gluttony and be made to suck on—
"Cameron, what the hell are you doing?"
I jump up a little when Merulo's voice rings out in the pod. I rip my own thumb out of my mouth and look up expectantly. I am disappointed to find out Merulo is not actually here, that was just his voice coming from the comunication system implanted in the walls. The sizzling shock of being discovered misbehaving subsides. Maybe just a little bit. My now not-so-privates are still plump in my hand.
"Uhh… nothing…?" I supply, hopefully.
"Nothing? You can't find anything better to do with your time? On the moon?"
"I could if you were around," I say back, sporting my best, sexy pout.
The reproach in his tone is doing at least something for me. Even if he can't see me it's nice to hear his voice.
"You do realize I can see you, right? And so could Hydna if she connected to the video cameras, for that matter."
"WHAT?" I hope my subsequent flailing looked at least a little sexy as I wriggle my way under the covers, demurely pulling them up to my chin. "Why would she needs to look in here?!" Has Merulo developed a thing for being watched during intimate moments? Without telling me? I quickly consider if I might be on board with it.
"I did tell you I was gonna need to keep an eye on you, didn't I?"
"Oh come on, I don't need constant surveillance, I'm no longer a prisoner, remember?"
"Do you remember the incident with the porthole?"
"Well I didn't think getting some fresh air was gonna kills us all, alright? That's what I get for trying to be considerate." A guy tries to open a window into what he later finds out to be the lethal vacuum of space one time and suddenly he needs constant supervision.
"There is no fresh air out there, Cameron, there is no air at all, I told you!"
"Well—! How am I supposed to remember something so insane?"
"Can you blame me for baby-proofing the pod?"
Unfortunately, as degrading as that knowledge is, the imposition of such indignity does very little to arouse me in any way.
"I can be upset about it!" I fire back, bringing back the sexy pout now that I know it's going to be seen. "Being alone in here all day is pretty upsetting too!"
That seems to give Merulo pause. I hear a little soft noise that I interpret to be a deep sigh. Hopefully of regret for leaving my sexy self to go unravished so long. "Look, I'll be back soon. Can't you find some other way to entertain yourself while I'm gone? Maybe do some physical activity or something."
My ears perk up at that suggestion. "Why, so you can watch my feats of physical strength?" I say wiggling my eyebrows at the ceiling, only then realizing I'm not sure in which direction to wiggle them at, which probably somewhat dampens the seductive effect.
"… Sure," Merulo replies. "But I thought you might want to maintain your strength, since your appearance means so much to you. You know you're more susceptible to losing muscle mass here on the moon since the gravity is only one sixth of what it was on—"
"I'm susceptible to losing my physique?!" I yelp out in distress, frantically examining my arms and legs. "But I worked so hard for it!"
"I'm… I can't imagine how you would have, Cameron."
"The Moon is gonna take away my muscle?! The Moon is doing this to me?!"
"You didn't seem to mind the low gravity when you found out how easily I could pick you up and fu—"
"But you love my muscles!" I wail, hoping to sound at least a little sexy in my now very geuine anguish. I certainly don't feel a whole lot of sexy after these distressing revelations.
"Probably not as much as you do, Cameron," Merulo replies. "Calm down now. I'll be back soon. We can figure things out when I get there."
"Alright," I sniffle. "Please come back soon."
Merulo's voice disappears after that. I decide not to risk exposing myself further and just curl up pathetically on the bed, bundling myself into the covers like a protective cocoon, trying to guess how much time "soon" is here on the Moon.
Turns out, it really isn't too long, even if every minute passed not doing anything is torture. I try surreptitiously exposing an asscheek only a couple of times to see if it would hasten the sorcerer's return. I beam when I finally hear the sound that accompanies the opening of the new, weirdly swift, sliding door to our home.
"Honestly, Cameron," Merulo sighs out when he enters our bedchamber. "You couldn't wait a little while longer until I got back?"
"You sure you didn't just rush back because you liked what you saw?" I say, happy to have a visible target to aim the seductive wiggle of my eyebrows and the alluring fanning of my eyelashes at.
"… I thought you said you didn't realise I could see you," Merulo points out, eyes narrowing at me.
"I didn't! I wouldn't have given you such a show if i did— I mean. Unless you wanted me to," I admit. "But I didn't this time!"
"And here I could have sworn you were doing it on purpose to make me jealous."
"Uhm…" I say, unsure on which direction this is taking. I hoping for a very sexy direction, but the sorcerer's stony face could still go either way. "No…?"
"Really? Because it sounds like exactly the sort of thing you would do to get my attention," Merulo drawls darkly and this time my considerable considerables shoot straight up like a trusty compass needle.
"Yes…?" I try again with a tentative smile.
"Well, you have it," Merulo assures me and the odd new garnment he wears to mimic his old cape slides to the floor. "Now what?"
I look around, sheepishly. "… Er…"
"… I turned the monitors off, Cameron. Hydna can't see us."
"Oh, good!" I exclaim and gladly jump into my sorcerer's arms in all my kightly, naked glory, more than happy to put the sword I've been polishing to good use.
What follows is not for innocent eyes.
The sorcerer unleashes his most wicked tricks on me, cruelly witholding as he insinuates his flesh hand between my (still very strong and muscular!!) thighs and curls his expert digits in places that cannot be mentioned in polite company. His villainous ministrations leave me weeping from both ends, warm wetness staining my cheeks and my lower stomach, where my, uhm. Knightly instrument lays unwielded — but not un-titillated by the work of Merulo's long, prodding fingers. I am woven up and then undone by the pull of his hand, which comes down often across my bare backside and I can't help but notice how appreciatively it strokes what are undoubtedly still very full and comely buttocks (they certainly must be full and comely enough to be groped with full palms, right??) Only once Merulo is done wringing my out like a rag I am allowed to stifle by near-drunken babble between his legs. I make sure to remind me my mouth is not just good for talking back. The pull of his grip at my scalp nearly winds me up for another tumble.
Afterwards, we lie on our perceivably less immaculate and odorless bed and I cradle his slender limbs with my own, bravely enduring when his prosthetic limbs poke into my side. I radiate warmth and contentment. And the stink of spunk and sweat, probably, but I'm unwilling to move for as long as the sorcerer is happy to sit in our stench alongside me.
"… Are you miserable here?"
"Mh?" I let out, Merulo's words reeling me back from the edge of unconsciousness I was just about to tip over.
"I mean, do you truly feel lonely here?" Merulo asks, his voice soft and stiff as it is when he tries not to appear pained.
"Not when you're around," I respond, frankly. "I just wish we could have more fun together."
"… Cameron, I do not think I could handle any more fun together than we already enjoy."
"I didn't mean it like that! I just meant in a general sense, you know? I wish we could spend more times together like we did before. Although, I can do without you trying to destroy yourself this time around. I have never been around you when you weren't busy with that, I guess. I thought it would be more relaxing."
"Mh. I see. I guess I have been neglecting you lately," Merulo admits, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit under the stroke of my hand. "I should try to make more time for you."
"Will you?" I ask, already relieved.
"Sure. This is not what I had expected to happen, sure, but… it might be better. It's not like I'm running out of time, I can dedicate more of my time to… us, I guess."
He lets out a wheezing sound when I squeeze him tightly to me. "Maybe we could visit that Sea of Tranquility you told me about. Maybe seeing some water will be nice for a change."
"… Cameron, it's not that kind of sea."
"What other kinds of sea are there?" I let out, dismayed.
Merulo chuckles softly at my distress. "I'll show you," he promises and pats my chest.