Purity's Purity 1

My name is Cynwrig. I thought I knew everything about being a hero, but recently, I’ve come to realize that there’s so much more to it than pure bravado and applying yourself in a fight. Ever since being separated from Tik Tik, I tried to get my failure to find my demon-possessed friend out of my head by challenging a monster terrorizing the city of Anteronia. In the battle, I ran into a magical woman, named Purity, who fought alongside me. Our victory was short-lived because I blacked out from a sudden and unexpected bonk to the head.

When I awoke, I did not know where I was, but I knew that I wasn’t alone. A woman sat in a chair opposite me. She hunched over her seat, fighting to keep herself from falling from her drowsiness. 

My antennae twitched as I pushed myself up to my knees, and I could have sworn I’d seen this woman somewhere else before. But, before I could get a full feel of it, she spoke.

Glad you’re awake. Sorry about what happened to you out there in the park. I thank you for the help.”

I tried to stand further, but my legs buckled, and I fell back down. The woman jumped at the chance to rescue me, keeping me from falling flat on my face.

“Hey, you’re still hurt a bit. That shield bash had more power to it than I thought. I guess I’m not as weakened as I feared.”

I was still spinning through my thoughts, but one thing rang clearly to me. I yanked myself away, stumbling to my feet. “You-you knocked me out? What? Why? Who…?

She fell to her knees. Her shoulders buckled. Her voice wavered. “I… I was a great hero. I was respected, loved, and I knew where my morals stood, but now… can I really call myself ‘Purity’ anymore?

I rubbed the back of my head, wincing at the throbbing beneath my hardened shell. “S… so, let me get this straight. You’re a hero, and you knocked me out, and now… where am I?” I finally took in my surroundings. We were in some small storage room of some kind. Dark, with only the light of a few candles to keep us company. The shelves were empty, and the place had a cold, abandoned air to it. “Wait… have I been kidnapped?

“No, I just brought you here… against your will. To some secret location, and…” she trailed off, her face burning a bright red.

“So, I guess I should be going, then,” I said, taking a few steps back as my head cleared up. But I stopped, glancing over my shoulder back toward her. I couldn’t help myself, seeing a woman so desperately in need. I turned back to her and held out two hands. “You, uh… need any help? I am a hero, you know?”

“You can’t help me,” she shook her head. “I’ve fallen from grace. I’m supposed to be the hero of chastity here in this city, but I had an encounter and-and I found out I really like sex.”

“Ah, you don’t say?” I asked. “Well, I happen to be a bit of a pervert myself.”

She glanced up to me, brows furrowing. “And you call yourself a hero?”

“We all have shortcomings, miss. It takes a real hero to realize that and overcome them. To set an example of who we want people to be, not who we feel we are.”

Her brows lightened up at that, and, perhaps, there was the hint of a smile there.

“Yea, I mean, so what if I let two beautiful ladies fight in front of me instead of immediately breaking it off. So what if I take pleasure in sitting outside the door of my companions while they make love? I still try my best to save the downtrodden. I still face each challenge I have head-on. That includes this challenge that’s right here before me.

“What challenge?” she asked, turning to look away from me.

I stepped in front of her, placing two hands upon her cheeks and turning her to face me. “Well, there must have been some reason you brought me here, and I’m willing to bet it is a cry for help. So, come on… let me help.

Purity bit her lip, but she gave me that determined glare that comes with heroes of all kinds. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down against the ground with a sparkling that looked like the very heart of a hero.

She licked her lips, straddling me. “I want to feel what it’s like to enjoy a healthy sex life. Do you consent?”

I had to take a moment to take it all in. “Well, this is certainly the most forward proposition I’ve had, and I travel with a sex mage.”

“A what now? And I thought I was the creep here.”

“If anything, I’m the creep, miss.” I reached up, grabbing her shoulders. “We’re both creepy and weird, and that’s absolutely fine!

“Uh, thanks?”

“Don’t you see? We’re both heroes of justice, but we’re both perverts as well.”

She closed her eyes. I frowned. “H.. Hey, are you…?

She whined and squirmed on top of me, fighting against something conflicting in her heart, perhaps, but the cry melted into a laugh of one finally letting go of all their petty inhibitions.

I returned the laugh with my own nervous chuckle.

In return, she grabbed her top and threw it off. She went for her leggings next, but they caught on her knees. “Fuck it. We’re both perverts, and I want to have sex. I want sex with you, Bug Boy.”

“Yes, and I’m perfectly fine, no need to re-”

She wouldn’t let me finish. Instead, she locked her lips to mine. My mandibles brushed against her cheeks, holding her in place, and making my worries melt away.