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Amatsu opened his eyes to find he was staring up at the ceiling of his room. He had fallen asleep reading again, and his latest choice of reading was laying face down on the floor next to his bed. He wore only a pair of black shorts, the male having abandoned most of his clothing due to his solitary living arrangements. He stood up and stretched as he then headed to the shower, turning on his Ipad and letting it play music as he stripped and then stepped into the tub and turned the nozzles, letting the hot water flow over his naked body. He scrubbed over his black hair, white foam rising from it as he used shampoo. He closed his golden-brown eyes, not wanting to get any of the soapy runoff in his sensitive eyes. He used his hand to rub over his head, feeling for any leftover foam before he would open his eyes once more.

Stepping out of the shower, he walked naked to his room, digging through the laundry basket full of clean clothes to find his purple towel, which he brought out and used to dry his body quickly before draping the towel over a chair to dry. Then he stood in front of his full length mirror, admiring his body slightly. He didn't brag, but he was incredibly proud of the shape he had kept his body in. His chest was hard with muscle, his stomach tightened into the coveted 6 pack. But the thing he was most proud of hung between his legs. His cock was 4 inches when soft, and could grow to be as long as 8 1/2 inches when completely hard.

Sure, it may not have been the biggest tool in existence, but he was quite content with his natural endowments. His ex girlfriends and nsa friends shared his sentiments. He picked up his blue briefs and pulled them on, sighing as he pulled the uncomfortable cloth over his genitals. His flesh was incredibly sensitive, a result of his constantly active senses, which were honed to a razor sharp intuition thanks to his years of magic practice. He pulled a folded up pair of black dress pants out of the top drawer of the old fashioned dresser that stood in front of his king sized bed. Ever since he had assisted Durivin and his brothers when their Dwarven city had been sacked by Tezcatlipoca and his followers, he had been presented with an old fashioned chest. It was the size of a jewelry box, and yet, once the lid was lifted, one would gaze down into a completely filled box. And each time you took out some of the gold coins, more would push up to replace them.

Amatsu smiled as he scooped a fist full of the golden coins from the chest before closing it once more, stuffing them in his pocket. He would have to go over to the bank and exchange them for cash, but that was fine with him. He didn't want to put all his cash in the bank. He didn't trust banks. Banks enjoyed fucking you over, he had come to learn, and so exchanging coins for cash every week seemed the simplest solution. He could pay his living expenses, and no worrying about fraud.

Pulling on his black UW-Green Bay T-shirt, the phoenix insignia pressing against his chest, Amatsu stuffed his black chained wallet into his back pocket, clipping the chain through a belt loop on his pants. The final touches were a pair of black leather gloves that conformed to his fingers, seeming like a second skin. A black top hat, which by some may have been called cliche or old fashioned but to Amatsu was the height of fashion, was placed on top of his head. It came down to just above his ears, almost completely concealing the short black hair that came down to just above his eyes. Then, reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out his black pair of TransitionLense glasses and put them on, using his middle finger to push them up the bridge of his nose. Lastly, he pulled on his black dress shoes, which he had shined to a mirror shine the night before, along with a freshly washed pair of black dress socks, pulling them up to a little above his ankles before settling them in their proper place.

More than happy with his current appearance, Amatsu strode out of the front door of his apartment, snapping his fingers instead of using a key, the lock clicking into position with a comforting click. Then the sorcerer made his way towards the bank. The nearest one to him was an Associated Bank, so the male begrudgingly made his way into the building, his golden eyes glinting slightly behind the lenses of his glasses. He strolled confidently up to the front desk and set the golden coins in a neat stack in front of the teller, a rather attractive looking blonde girl with startlingly blue eyes, though a quick once over with his own heightened vision told him they were contact lenses, not her natural coloring. "I would like these coins traded into currency, if you could." He said smoothly, his voice containing the telltale signs of his Japanese origins, and the girl standing behind the counter could almost swear that she could hear Japanese words coming out of his mouth, even if she was hearing it as English. She blinked, uncomfortable, and not wanting to draw attention to her discomfort tried to put on her best convincing smile. She nodded to his request, taking one of the coins and holding it up to the light. She did not recognize the style of coin, though when she did the gold test she saw that each coin was a pure 24 carat gold. Her eyes darted covertly over to the male, who stood calmly at the counter before her, his mouth pulled into a sly half smile. "Is there a problem, Miss?" She shook her head and called a manager to the front, who took a single look at Amatsu and the gold coins and smiled, the slightly balding man eagerly sweeping the coins into his palm and taking them back to the safe, Amatsu recognized the larger man as John, who had been the associate he usually dealt with when he came here to the bank. John was an example of a half motivated guy. He was not too thin but not too fat, weighing a little over two hundred pounds. He wore a buttoned up white dress shirt paired with a rather ugly colored pair of brown dress pants. His shoes were unshined but clean, and his thinning hair was always combed in a rather boring fashion. John soon came back with a rather sizable stack of one hundred dollar bills and set them down on the counter, the male unable to stop from rubbing his palms together as he inquired as to whether there was anything else he could do for Amatsu, who simply shook his head. "I require nothing further, thank you."

Amatsu gripped the stack of bills in his hand and pulled his wallet out with the other one, and with a hand movement that looked awfully like slight of hand, Amatsu concealed the money away in his wallet, slipping it into his back pocket with a satisfied smile. "Thank you very much, John." Amatsu said as he held open his left hand, revealing that two of the bills were still held in his hand. One of them he set down in front of John, the other in front of the girl. "Here, a little something for your troubles. Take yourselves out somewhere nice tonight." John could only sputter his gratitude, though Amatsu knew it was truly greed that drove him to accept. The girl looked uncertain, a noticeable look of disbelief on her face. "Is this some kind of joke?" She asked, her purple eyes gazing into the young man's face, her fingertips tapping the counter. "You walk in here with strange coins, speaking another language, and you expect me to just accept a hundred dollars from you because I helped you? What kind of game are you playing?" Amatsu raised an eyebrow, and he actually began chuckling, looking at the woman with a glint of interest in his eye. "Is it a joke? If so, it lacks a good punch line. If it is a game, it is a rather one sided game, since you gain something from this and I do not, ultimately." He said, his hand moving up to stroke his hair away from his face, his golden eyes seeming to glow from behind the glass. "Why do I need a reason to extend a kindness to someone? Why do I need to have an ulterior motive in order to want to do something good? It is people who desire something in return in order to do something that I dislike most of all. If you have the capability to do something, you should do it because you can, not because you want something for it in return." He turned away from the counter, shrugging in a grand way, a very exaggerated movement of his shoulders. "I cannot force you to take that money. But know this. I handed you each a hundred dollar bill, and no one else may have them but you. I would suggest that rather than question me for my motives, you simply accept the random fortune that has fallen in your favor today, and allow us both to go on our way." His words were cut short by the phone in his pocket going off, playing the familiar chorus to the song Bad Boy by Big Bang. He smiled at the two, bowed lightly, and made his way out of the bank, putting the phone up to his ear as he stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight.

"What is it?" Amatsu asked, speaking in an ancient French dialect. The voice who answered on the other end of the phone was brusque, with the noticeable presence of a very pronounced Scottish accent. "I hate to interrupt your fun, but if you could be so kind as to come to my realm, I have some business that I want to discuss with you. It could work out in your favor, and I know you love deals like that." And then the line clicked without another word, Amatsu tapping the top of his flip phone against his bottom lip before he snapped the phone shut. So, it appeared that he would be away from the humani for a few days. He had recognized the voice on the phone as Danuin, Durivin's brother and comrade in arms. He wondered for a moment why Durivin had not contacted him himself, as the grouchy old dwarf was more like to do than not. The fact that he hadn't meant that something was wrong. However, being the lackadaisical God that he was, he simply told himself that he would go out in the human realm that night, and then he would go to the Dwarven city tomorrow. If there was a trap waiting for him, he hoped his delay would help throw his welcoming party off a bit, and that little bit of confusion would work to his advantage.

So, with that in mind, Amatsu found himself at The Spot, a rather mellow dance club just a few blocks from his home. He didn't figure he would discover anything particularly interesting there, but at least he could maybe find a woman to spend the evening with. He still wore his outfit from before, but had decided to leave his top hat and gloves at home, allowing him to more blend in to the younger adults that seemed to favor the club. His finger circled around the rim of his vodka and orange juice filled glass, a slight glaze in his eyes. He had had three drinks by now as he had sat scoping out the women of the bar, and it had hit him a little harder than he had expected. Perhaps he was so used to the weaker alcohol of the elves that even the slightly higher concentration from human drinks could overpower his senses. Whatever the case, when the rather attractive brunette with the startlingly purple eyes walked into the club, the male stood effortlessly and seemed to appear before her in an instant, his hand held out to her. "Good evening, Madam. If you would do me the honor, would you care to spend the night with me?" The girl looked him up and down, her eyes glinting as her hand reached out to gently take his. "Oh, I suppose if you asked me with such decorum despite your obvious intoxication, it would be rude of me to make all that effort go to waste." She spoke teasingly, though beneath her words the God could hear both the fluster that his actions had caused her, along with the shyness she was currently feeling. "Will you buy me a couple drinks first then, Honey?" She asked flirtatiously, wrapping her slim arm around his own, pressing her body against his own so that her large D cup breasts could press against his chest, her exotic black dress barely concealing the deliciously round orbs. Amatsu smiled at that, and he led her back toward one of the booths and let her sit down, time passing as they ordered round after round of drinks, flirting and rubbing against one another between drinks, the two becoming more and more drunk with each glass they drank. His hands would playfully stroke over the underside of her breast, the girl slapping his hand away and giggling the first couple of times, though she began to allow him to do it for longer and longer before she would stop him, and soon she had begun to simply let him grope away. Her body was grinding back against him on the bench, her shapely ass rubbing up and down his groin from where they sat, the two panting with arousal from one another, though their current public setting prevented them from really doing anything they wanted. As she kissed along his neck, she moved her lips to his ear and whispered into it. "Is your place neaby, Stud?" She asked, her hand reaching down to toy with the noticeable bulge in his pants. He nodded and kissed at her cheek, the female moving so that his lips would catch against hers for a moment before she stood up and took him by the hand, pulling him towards the door. "Let's go there..." She purred in a sultry manner, her eyes showing that familiar sexual hunger that Amatsu was used to seeing when women were infatuated with him.

He lead the way up the couple of blocks, the two drunkenly stumbling lightly and giggling as they cracked flirtatious jokes with one another until Amatsu lead her to the door of his apartment, his finger pressing against the door enough to unlock the door and push it open. They stepped into the room and Amatsu closed the door behind them, and then immediately their lips were pressed together once more. His hands took the time to stroke gently down her back, making the brunette shiver at the feeling of his touch. She broke the kiss long enough to say "My name is Alara." Then they were back to making out ferociously, the two having moved into the living room where Amatsu laid his playmate back along the couch, purring as he straddled her body lightly while kissing her neck as his hand undid her dress before slipping it down off of her body, showing off her lacy black lingerie prominently. She moved her finger in the come hither motion, and when he moved closer her hands immediately moved to his pants, where her fingers undid his zipper and tugged it down, her breath catching as the deliciously musky scent of his cock hit her nose through his boxers. She pressed her nose against the crotch of his boxers and breathed in deeply, a shiver running down her spine, and a wet spot appearing on the front of her panties. "God..you smell so fertile.." She moaned out quietly as her fingertips reached into the slit in his boxers, pulling his half hard erection out into view, another shudder running down her body as the musky scent grew stronger on the air. "It is driving me crazy.." She said, almost entranced, as her tongue then slid out of her mouth to run up his shaft from base to tip. Her eyes closed, and she let out a quiet moan before her mouth opened up enough so she could suckle the head of his cock between her lips, precum drooling out onto her tongue as it flicked over his piss slit over and over. Amatsu could not help but tilt his head back a bit from the pleasure, a gentle growl of pleasure escaping his lips. "Mmn..you wanted this real bad, huh?" He asked teasingly, his hand reaching down to gently grip the back of her head. Her own hands reached up, the right hand cupping his large balls gently as the other one wrapped around the base of his cock. Then, without warning, she took every last inch of him down her throat, her lips kissing against his groin, her eyes looking up at him with a glint of triumph as she heard his startled moan.

Her hand reached down between her legs, the girl's fingers trembling in arousal as she stroked them over her panty-clad pussy, the fabric already more than slightly damp. Her tongue slid along the base of his cock each time she moved her head back and forth, her saliva coating and soon dripping down his shaft, the hand not currently engaged in rubbing herself stroking and squeezing his balls gently. She allowed her teeth every now and then to gently graze along his cock, adding a strange but altogether not unpleasant sensation to her actions, the female's cheeks sucking inward every now and then as she blew him. After about five minutes of this she pulled her head slowly back from his cock, allowing the head to pop out of her mouth with a lewd wet popping sound, her purple eyes now completely glazed over in lust. "Mmm..quite a tasty piece of meat you have down here~" She said as she stood up, pushing the male forcibly back onto the bed, his cock bouncing around upright for a moment before he was still once more. The position allowed Amatsu to watch as Alara wrapped her fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled, her face contorted in effort for a moment before the fabric tore away, leaving her drooling, bald pussy on full display for him. "Hope you don't mind if I help myself." She said, the female climbing up on top of him, her hands moving to his shoulders to support herself even as she ground the drooling lips of her sex on his hardened shaft. Without ceremony, she dropped her weight down onto his shaft, their aligned crotches soon pressing together as she took him fully in a single movement. Her head moved backwards as she gazed up at the ceiling while moaning, her eyes and mouth widening in bliss as she felt his hardened shaft rubbing all along her sensitive walls. "F..Fuck~" She managed before her hips began to move, the girl rocking back and forth, purring quietly as his shaft slipped lewdly in and out of her body.

Amatsu had moved his hands to her hips at this point, assisting the girl in her movements as she took him deep inside her, her head tilting to the side, eyes closing as she could only moan to express what she was feeling. He filled her up so well, and with every full push down she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, which made her let out quiet squeaks each time. With their drunkenness though, their movements were not exactly coordinated, with Alara seeming to be using the male for her own enjoyment. They kept at it for a good half an hour, switching positions every now and then when one of their legs would get tired, or simply so they could press the other's more sensitive spots. As Amatsu felt himself begin moving towards his orgasm, he looked down at the twitching, groaning female beneath him. Her girl cum absolutely coated his cock in a thick white cream, the female's sounds having become limited to squeaks, moans, and groans. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, and there was a small pool of drool directly beneath it. Her hips were moving back to meet his, her hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly as her inner muscles gripped down on his cock tightly, milking him. "I...I'm gonna cum!" He managed to say, his hips pumping in overtime, Alara's body bouncing back and forth from the force of his thrusts. Amatsu could feel his balls begin to clench up towards his body, and with a final movement forward he buried his shaft completely inside of her, the head of his cock now pressed firmly against the gap in her cervix as it pulsed and throbbed rapidly. When he came, it was like a geyser, Alara actually screaming in pleasure as she felt the warmth flood past her barrier and leak into her womb, Her pussy itself began to grip down, and Amatsu was rather surprised to feel a stream of liquid spray his groin as she squirted on his cock, her body convulsing and shaking as he drove her over the edge once more. When they both came down from their orgasms, Amatsu collapsed onto the bed next to her, panting lightly from the exertion, sweat covering their bodies. Alara panted, trying to get her breathing back to normal as she cuddled up against the side of the male. "Mmm..damn~" She murmured, exhaustion overtaking her as she closed her eyes, her head resting on his chest. "That was amazing...I might have to come see you again sometime." Amatsu smiled at that, his hand stroking lightly down her shoulder and back as he looked down at her. "I will be here whenever you get such an inclination." She giggled lightly at that, yawning before falling asleep almost instantly, her arm flung over his body carelessly. Amatsu simply allowed himself to sink back into the soft mattress beneath him, and soon he too was fast asleep.