Chapter 3: A Happy Night

"Hey, Angel." He smiled as she looked at him, her face getting a little redder at him calling her that again as he couldn't recall most of that day, but parts involving her seemed to stick out in his mind. "Looks like it's my turn to take care of you." He reached his arm under her legs; once he had a good grip, his other arm moved to her back and picked her up, the girl being as light as she looked as she snuggled into his chest.

“Come on, you need to rest. How does a hot meal sound like?”

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Using his shoulder, he gently nudged his bedroom door open. He gave himself a silent pat for changing his bedsheets the previous night. Looking her over, he frowned when he saw her choice of dress. He could accept that her clothing would mean changing his sheets early, but the gown looked far too thin to be of much comfort with her shivering like a wet dog.

"Looks like we'll need to get you into something a little warmer first. If I borrow you some clothes, could you change them yourself?" He asked her, with the girl looking up at him. Those brilliant, bright green eyes that stuck out so much to him before and since seemed fogged and confused, but eventually, she nodded her head. Smiling, he laid her on the bed, his hand lingering on her arm for a moment before he got up and went to his closet.

Opening it, he started to look for something she could wear, as she was much smaller than him and he lived alone, so he didn't have many options. Glancing behind him, he saw her curling into herself, sneezing now and then, each sounding like a gunshot. 'Well, if nothing else, at least spirits don't try and make their sneezes sound cute like on TV.' He thought to himself as he got back into the search.

Eventually, he managed to find an oversized shirt and a pair of sweats. The sweater was oversized even on his frame, so he didn't doubt that it could cover even her knees when she wore it. He hoped that the sweats could tighten around her waist enough to keep them up.

“Hey,” he grabbed both, turned, and walked over to her, nudging her side as she wheezed, her lips opening and closing but making little sound. I got some stuff you can wear. I'll just step out while you change, okay?" he asked, with her turning to him and slowly nodding.

Smiling, he placed the stuff down and left the room. Closing. Closing the door behind him, he let out a breath as he wondered what his life was turning into, but that was for future him to worry about——presuming she didn't devour his soul or rip him to pieces. Present Anthony could focus on getting some soup started. He quickly went to the kitchen to see if he had everyone, finding a clean bowl, a tray with legs for the bed, and the appropriate ingredients.

Placing a pot on the stove, he lit the gas burner and poured in some water with a measuring cup. As he let that boil, he went back to his bedroom, the clock on the wall telling him that around five minutes had passed. That was plenty of time, right?

But manners and a healthy dose of self-preservation insisted that he knock, which he did. "Hey, I'm back to check on you; if you're not decent, please get under the covers." He said through the door before giving her a minute to respond, but he was silent. A little nervous, he knocked again and prayed that he wasn't about to die. "Okay, I'm coming in." He opened it and found her clothes in a messy pile off to the side, next to the wall mirror he had, with his guest's head pocking out from under his blankets, looking his way, wide-eyed, confused, curious, and sick.

'Cute.' That didn't stop him from seeing her as adorable at that moment, but he shook his head and approached the bed, kneeling on its side. He slowly reached for her hand, grasping it in both his hands. "I hope that my bed isn't too cold. I didn't have time to give you the warmer winter sheets." He apologized, but she slowly shook her head, her hand tightening in his.

Suspecting that she didn't speak, he took the picture of her, telling him that it wasn't an issue. "And my clothes, I hope that they weren't too big. They were the best I had for the situation."

Mizuki struggled to understand the question, her head feeling like she had been tied to a post and had been beaten over the head by an Oni. She couldn't even breathe properly as her nose was clogged with snot. Frankly, she was delirious, but she had some awareness, enough to know that maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and get help for this cold from the human that got her sick, but dammit! It seemed like a good idea, still kinda seemed like a good idea; he was friendly and looked cuter than she remembered, the woman smiling as she looked at him.

"Hmm, hello. Did you understand the question?" He asked her again. What was his name again? She didn't know, maybe he was a Tosen, he looked like a Tosen-oh! Perhaps he was a Jack; she heard from a friend that plenty of American Jacks were around. Wait, focus! He asked a question…what was it again? Oh, right, the clothes. They were friendly and reminded her of the stuff she had at home, though she would typically wear short shorts for pants with a shirt this big if she had to wear them at all.

He looked confused…and concerned, why? Was it for her? That was nice; maybe she made the right move with this one. Finally looking at him, and not in his general direction, she nodded and gave him a smile, one he nearly returned till she squeezed, covering his face with mucus if he hadn't ducked. Dammit, that just made her head hurt more!

Anthony slowly raised his head, wondering if she somehow got worse than she had been a few minutes before, but he took that as his queue to leave. Getting up, he noted her clothes in the corner and how dirty they were before picking them up, his dark cheeks getting darker as he realized that she had also left her bra and panties in the pile. Taking a break, he turned to her.

"I'm going to put these in the wash while the soup is cooked, I'll be right back." He left as she waved his way. Trying not to think about the types of clothing he had in his hands, he went towards his bathroom and popped them into the washing machine. When he returned to the kitchen, the water was heating up, so he quickly got to work, slicing up some onions, tomatoes, garlic, and pepper. Pouring all that into the water, he stirred them around for a while, adding some tomato paste over some time and other spices as the soup thickened and changed color, turning a thick red.

Not knowing if she was vegan or perhaps didn’t eat chicken or beef, he instead went for the beef stock and powdered meat substitute. Stirring them into the soup for another 15 minutes or so, he cut the gas served half of it into a bowl, and grabbed a glass of water for her. Placing both on the tray, he went back to his foot. Hearing her coughing and then loudly sneezing through the air, he nudged it open with his shoulder.

"Good news, the soup's ready. I made it a little spicy, but it works wonders for a cold." He told her that as he approached, his house guest and patient were turning to him, the sight of which made him cringe. He hadn't been gone for 20 minutes, yet she looked like a mess; her hair was all over the place, her face was sweaty, her eyes were bloodshot, and her nose was a snot-covered mess. Anthony realized too late that she didn't have tissues so used his blankets as an handkerchief.

Making a note to triple-wash them when this was over, he slapped his smile back on and held up the tray, the smell hopefully enough to arouse her hunger. Mizuki looked over, his form a little blurry, much like her mind, as it was all just fluff, making it hard to discern what was real and what was not, what was an excellent thought and what was nonsense. She couldn't even smell the soup, but she could recall something about food, so she got up as her blob of a caretaker placed the tray in front of her, the legs already folded out.

Taking the spoon, she took a sip and moaned, both from the slight pinch of how hot it was and from the spice. Feeling a hand grasping hers, the blob guided her to take another spoonful full, and this time, she was a little more prepared for it and could pick up the other flavor, namely how tangy and meaty it was. Still, she didn't feel any meat in her mouth. She hardly had to chew, to begin with. A lopsided smile came to her face as she continued to eat, enjoying a home-cooked meal for the first time in a long time…well, a meal she didn't need to cook.

Before she knew it, the bowl and water were finished, and she felt her eyelids get heavy. "Why don't you lay down and rest?" the blob asked, and she liked that idea a lot and didn't fight as she lay back. The blankets pulled to her neck before she was out like a light.

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Watching her fall asleep so quickly brought a smile to Anthony's face. There was something different about her, not the fact that she wasn't human but…something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He had girlfriends before, more than a few of whom had even stayed over and vice versa, so he was experienced in watching a girl sleep, but this strange spirit seemed to make him feel like a nervous but excited teenager all over again.

Grabbing a tissue, he wiped her face clean of sweat, making sure she looked comfortable before he grabbed the tray and its contents and made a silent retreat. He’d need to clean that up and prep the couch for him to sleep on tonight.

"Well, it's Saturday tomorrow, so I don't have to worry about class," he said to himself as he cleaned the dishes, putting the last of them into the drying rack before moving to his room to check on her. Cracking open the door just a little, the light from the hallway shined through just a little, thankfully not on her face but enough that he could see she was still sound asleep, though her breathing remained labored and nasally.

He frowned, but a quick trip to the bathroom got him some cold syrup and something to help clear her sinuses. Getting her to take both while asleep wasn't hard, as he just had to gently lift her torso up, pour the medicine into a spoon, and then down into her lips. She frowned in her sleep, her eyes creasing at the famously bitter taste of the medicine, but she relaxed without issue. Again, he wiped her face clean, turned on the heater, and grabbed his laptop and headphones to play games in the living room.

By the time his typical bedtime came along, he hardly felt tired as he finished clearing a quest about grabbing some loot for the thieves' guild, but he heard a commotion from his room; rushing over, he found his house guest was up, and trying to get up from where she had fallen. "Looks who's awake," He tried to add some levity to the situation, scooping her up in his arms, the girl leaning into his arms and chest, resting her ear on his chest.

"I didn't think you'd be up so fast; you must recover fast," he joked, but she slowly shook her head, confusing him. "Oh, well, was there a reason you woke up?"

She buried her face in his chest, gripping at his shirt, but eventually, she pointed towards the door, looking at it. He wondered what she was pointing at. She jabbed his side in response. "Ow!" He yelped as she pointed again.

"Oh…Oh!" He realized that she wasn't pointing at the door but towards the door in the line with her finger, the bathroom. "Yeah, sorry about that." Now he understood why she was embarrassed. She nodded, rubbing her face into his chest more as he turned and carried her over. Standing outside, he let her handle herself inside. Inside, the sick woman did her business, but she looked at herself in the mirror when she pulled her borrowed pants back up.

She looked bad, real bad. Maybe a shower would help with that. Without another thought, she stripped, pausing just long enough to notice that she had nothing on under the borrowed clothes. When did that happen? Mizuki shrugged. It saved time, so there was no point in thinking about it as she put a plug in the tub and filled it with water, as hot as it could go. Outside, Anthony wondered why she was using the tub but shook his head.

"She probably wants to clean herself up. She was pretty when she came in, especially those hands." He noted that he had decided to head to the living room. Gripping his phone and headphones, he put on some music while he returned to his room, replacing the snot-covered sheets with another set, this one warmer. He also placed a box of tissues by the bed.

“Wait, would one even be enough?” He thought aloud, recalling how loud her sneezes could be, one echoing out from the bathroom at that moment. “Maybe 3 should do.” He concluded as he grabbed another 2, leaving his tissue boxes down to just the 1. By the time that had been finished, he heard his guest finish in the bath. Walking over, the door was opened a little, letting some of the steam escape into the passage.

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Inside, Mizuki stretched her arms over her head, letting out a relaxing, relieved breath as she did so. She still felt a little under the weather, but the worst of the cold seemed to have passed, a lucky byproduct of her body. Human viruses tended to burn away qquickly but a sside effectwas that it took a while for symptoms to show, and then they did; tand hey hit hard.

But with her mind cleared of the fog, she could recall the entire night—from her questionable choice to return to the human caring for her with such gentleness and kindness. She blushed a little at that, as he was quite the gentleman. He had even thrown her stuff in the wash for her, though she smirked when she saw her panties and bra in the wash as well. She knew she had removed them, but she wondered how he felt about that.

In fact, she wondered how he felt about a lot of things. He was terrified of her when she appeared, as he should have been, but after that? His fear vanished a strong soul that one; maybe it wasn't worth taking it, but she could bring something else as an idea formed in her mind, one that made her smirk even more as she got out of the bath, the water flowing down her nude form as she pulled the plug.

She just had to get him in the right mood, so she walked over to the door and opened it, leading to the present moment.

“Are you done in there? The door’s open.” Anthony asked though he wasn't waiting for a verbal response. She hadn't given him one the entire night, but he thought he was in the clear when he didn't hear her move or close the door. “Okay, I’m coming in now.”

He opened the door further and stepped inside, only to immediately freeze. The steam was still in the air, and the tiny window was not enough for it all to escape, not for a while. His attention wasn't on the mist but on what waited for him in it. His house guest stood in the middle of the room, her back to him, her long, smooth hair sticking to her body like a wet suit, her nude body.

His mouth went dry as his heart rate increased at the image. It wasn't perfect, but she sure was close to that, as her form was petite but not skinny. He hadn't noticed before, but unlike many girls he knew, she had some meat on her bones. Clearly, she was well-fed and kept in shape on top of that. But she didn't just stop there, as most of that plumpness was made clear as day with her wide, smooth hips and round, supple ass. He had to remind himself he couldn't grab it, no matter how much he wanted to feel those orbs in his palms.

“God…” He uttered, his face getting red as he kept on looking at her ass, an ass he swore started to sway side to side, his houseguest displaying how much control she had over each cheek by flexing and relaxing them, a little bit one at a time, a little bit at once, those times ending with her clapping them together in a display that made his pants uncomfortable tight.

He had to pinch himself to ensure this wasn't an adorable dream but also to center himself. "Wai-wait! Why are you naked?!" He stepped back, covering his eyes, but shamefully still looked at her through his fingers.

Slowly, erotically, she turned to him, showing off that she was the complete package, with plump, smooth thighs and an ass to die for, and through his fingers, he could see that she had breasts that left made his dry mouth water, Lush, firm just bouncy d-cups that rose and fell with every breath she took, capped off with light pink nipples, erect either from arousal or the cold as the bathroom cooled, he didn't know, and he didn't quite care.

She walked over to him, her hips swaying, pulling his attention from her perky, plump breasts down her smooth, soft torso to her pussy, which he saw she had a bush covering it, but rather than take away from, it enhanced her beauty, her raw sex appeal.

When she finally reached it, the moment felt like it had gone on forever. "M-man, you should probably get dressed; you're not well." Anthony managed to say, though a part of him asked if he even cared, and at this moment, he wasn't quite sure.

He walked her smile at his statement before she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling to her level as she kissed his cheek before licking at him, his heart thumping away in his chest, the blood coursing through his veins. However, most of it was making its way south. She pulled back just enough for him to look into that bright, alluring emerald eye, the other covered by her still-wet hair.

She shook her head, pointing to herself and then giving a thumbs up, conveying that she was much better. She immediately followed it up when that same hand reached for one of the arms, which he had been actively keeping at his sides so as to not touch her. When she grasped his much larger hand, he let out a breath at her touch, as he had already felt it when she wrapped around his neck and earlier when he carried her. Still, the moment just carried far more weight, far more lust for the both of them.

She guided his hand to her chest, where he thoughtlessly started to grope at her right breast. The woman whose name he still didn't know let out a pleased breath, leaning into his touch.

Such a sight unraveled him.

Her eyes widened when his other hand moved, grasping at her ass, palming and squeezing her cheek; just a step away from too rough, she let out a silent laugh, though her eyes remained half-lidded, words not needed at the moment as she was ready for some fun, and so was he as his hand left her breast, and moved down south to grasp the other ass cheek, pulling small, plump and voluptuous body close so that he could feel her body, including those beautiful breasts on his chest through his shirt.

And for her, she felt her heart race and her anticipation grow when she felt him up; she knew he was in shape and tall, but she didn't think he felt so powerful, commanding even. She wondered how much he wanted to just take her then and there and see if she couldn't scream in ecstasy. Mizuki then felt the other thing, something that was both pulsed with desire and felt so hot even through his pants, and much to her zeal, the large dick seemed to still be growing.

'He's at half-mast and already this big?' She thought to herself, wanting to feel it, see it, and have him use it on her right now. Anthony, now fuelled by lust, smirked at her reaction. He tried not to be the stereotypical black guy, but damn, did he love girl's responses to his well above-average package.

With his grip on her ass, he was quickly able to lift her up, Mizuki wrapping her legs around his waist on instinct; though she was so light to him that it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't tell her that when he loved having her in this position, as even with his pants and boxers still on, there was a noticeable bulge which he could then rub her naked pussy against.

Seeing her shiver, he returned the favor from before by licking her cheek but took it a step further by kissing her neck, feeling her pulse through her veins as he bit and kissed at her flesh. "That's right, you did this to me. I was just gonna mind my business, but then you and your fine, plump, temptress body had to just appear.” He told her, continuing with his teasing the entire time.

"You just had to be a good guest, a good patient, but instead, you let me see you naked; what is any man supposed to do when presented with such an ass, almost too big for even my hands?" His grip on her ass got more assertive, more forceful as he played with it, Mizuki letting out baited breaths of pleasure as he attacked her from three points.

"When you show off how plump and tasty looking your tits are?" He moved from her neck, leaving behind a couple love bits, already visible on her pale, unblemished skin, with his target shifting as he lifted her a little higher, removing some pressure from her crotch and replacing that with his mouth latching onto her left tit, sucking and pocking at the sensitive tip and areolae with his tongue, biting on it hard, yet not too hard.

"I was warned about girls like you; I was warned about evil spirits," He told her in-between bits and licks of her breast, shifting to the other one and leaving the left to bask in the cold air as he turned with the naked girl on hand, keeping up his efforts to make her cum, he walked out of the bathroom. “You must be an evil spirit, right? How can something human be as sinfully beautiful as you, so undeniably sexy?” He asked her, walking into the living room and slamming her back into the coffee table, not giving her a second to breathe as he loomed over her and continued to play with her.

Mizuki loved the entire situation, how strong he was, how powerful he was, and how he was the type of lover who knew how to please a girl and take charge. Still, she wasn't going to just let him use her like some doll. She reached for his shirt and, with no effort, tore it clean from his body; Anthony had just enough time for her to go for his pants and tear those off, along with his boxer, releasing the beast.

Anthony let out a throaty laugh, his breath hitting her and seemingly filled with lust that only made her all the wetter as he stood, letting her take in his stiff, well-earned muscles, tight and compact yet still large and imposing. A well-carved 6-pack arbs and plenty of hair along his arms and chest, but when she saw his dick, she had a mini-orgasm.

It was as wonderful as she hoped, well over 9 inches long and oh so thick; it was covered with veins, and every few seconds, the erect rode jumped as blood pumped in, keeping it as hot as iron and hard as steel. When she grabbed it, her mouth opened a little when she saw that she couldn't wrap her hand around it, an image that made her lover smirk, which she answered when she started stroking him, her cold hand on his hot dick getting him to let out a throaty moan.

Looking at her, he let her continue to rev his engine; he could do the same as he picked her up again and sat on the armchair, his lover on his lap with her hand still stroking his flagpole of a dick. At the same time, his lips closed around her nipple again, feasting and playing with it as she closed her eyes in pleasure, leaning into his touch while her hand job picked up speed.

“You take your pound of flesh; I take mine.” Anthony met her gaze full on, his darkened eyes telling her that neither would get any sleep tonight, and she wished for nothing more.

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And that is that! I was planning to end the foreplay in the bathroom with just her telling him she's in the mood, and he goes, 'Fuck it, we ball,' but well, the scene just kept going as I had to keep adding to it. Don't worry, though; I'm not gonna cut you off; the next chapter will be nothing BUT smut. That should be out Thursday, as I need to finish polishing it and give it to someone to review.