Chapter 7 - Physical Training
"Oh shi–!"
SPLASH!
A massive geyser of crystal-clear water erupted into the afternoon air as Vincent plummeted face-first into the pond in front of the estate.
"Pwah! Ha ha ha ha ha! That was so pathetic!"
"Haaa... *Huff* *Puff* Nghaaa... Haaa..." Vincent broke the surface water, gasping for air and swiping up his clamped down hair from his face.
Standing on the edge of the pond was Natasha, who was clutching her stomach in fits of boisterous laughter.
*Grrrrr* "You really.... *cough* ... you really don’t have to laugh so hard, you know!"
Natasha wiped a tear from her eye and crossed her arms over her chest with a smug grin. "If you don’t want me laughing at you, Little Demi, then fly properly."
"Why do I have to practice over the pond anyway?!" Vincent pulled himself out of the water, his heavy wings dragged behind him on the grass, leaving a dripping trail of water.
"Think of it as a motivator. If you don’t want to get wet, fly properly. Simple stakes. Now, dry off and fly over it again!"
"I can’t. My wings feel like they weigh tons right now. I can barely lift them."
"Then just dry them off; it takes two seconds," Natasha rolled her eyes.
"How?"
"With the divine power flowing through your veins, duh."
"Ah, yes! The divine power that I literally just found out about yesterday and have absolutely no clue how to use?!"
".... Ha. Oh, right. I forgot. You are basically a newborn who needs his diapers changed. My bad."
Vincent wrung out the hem of his wet shirt and glared up at the red headed Goddess. "If it’s so easy, why don’t you just use your own stupid divine power to dry me off?"
"HAH?!" A furious, bright pink blush erupted across her cheeks. "What did you just say?! You want me to... to channel my energy directly into your body to dry you?! Are you insane?!"
WHOOSH.
"No! Absolutely not!" Maribelle appeared out of nowhere and cried out.
She spun around and aggressively scooped Vincent up from the grass, burying his face directly back into the soft, comforting cushion of her cleavage. "No! I will do it instead! Nobody touches my baby’s body but me!"
"M-Mari?! Are you crazy?! You’re his mother!"
"It is exactly because I am his mama that I am the only one allowed to do it! Right, Vinny?!"
Vincent, completely dazed and smothered by the intoxicating softness of her chest, let out a muffled, incoherent grunt. "Uh-huh..."
"See!"
Natasha, still flushed in the face, clicked her tongue violently and spun around, waving her hands in the air dismissively. "Whatever! Fine! Do whatever you want, you perverted family! See if I care!"
Excitedly, Maribelle cupped Vincent’s wet face with both of her hands and tilted his chin upward. Her blue eyes sparkled with a swirling warmth as she slowly leaned closer to his face.
"I am going to use my divine power to dry you right now, baby. Just relax, okay?"
"Wait... how are you going to–Mmm?!"
Maribelle’s lips slammed onto his.
Vincent’s mind fractured. His hands flew up to push her shoulders away, but the moment he tried to pull back, Maribelle slipped her tongue smoothly inside his mouth. Instantly, a burst of incredible sweetness flooded his taste buds – the exact same euphoric flavor of the divine milk from his dream.
A wave of tingling heat washed over his entire body, completely vaporizing the chill of the pond.
His resistance to her dissolved into nothingness and his hands slid down from her shoulders as he completely gave in to the drowning sensation.
*Smack~* *Muah~* *Slurp~*
Loud, wet kissing sounds echoed across the quiet front lawn.
Standing a few feet away with her back turned, Natasha’s ears twitched. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot with her hands clenching into fists as the sloppy, aggressive kissing sounds dragged on... and on... and on.
The session went on for a bit too long. The sheer audacity of the wet noises finally pushed the Goddess past her limit.
Natasha spun around, her eyes blazing with embarrassment. "Are you guys done yet–?!"
She froze.
Maribelle had completely pinned Vincent to the ground. Her angelic white wings were flared out as she devoured his lips.
"What are you–?! Get off him!"
Angry and mortified, Natasha flew over and grabbed Maribelle from her underarm, forcefully yanking her backward.
POP!
Their mouths finally disconnected with a wet pop. As Maribelle hung suspended in Natasha’s iron grip, her arms stretched desperately toward Vincent.
"Nooo! Vinny! Come back to Mama!"
Vincent lay flat on his back, his body twitching on the ground. His blue eyes were completely glazed over and a line of saliva pooling at the corner of his lips as he stared blankly at the sky.
Natasha dropped Maribelle a few feet away onto the grass and pointed a strict finger at her. "Stay! Do you hear me? Stay right there!"
"Mmmm! Fine..."
"Good!" She marched back over to the twitching Vincent, looking down at him with a critical eye. She noted that his clothes and wings were, indeed, bone-dry now.
But as her gaze traveled lower, her eyes locked onto the front of his sweatpants. Thanks to the intense stimulation and his raging teenage hormones, Vincent was currently pitching another tent right in front of her.
Remembering the explicit view she had been treated to in the bedroom earlier, she immediately raised her boot and delivered a sharp kick to his ribs. "Get up, you degenerate! S-Stand up right now!"
Thud!
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Hmph! "In order for you to learn how to fly properly, you need to develop those scrawny muscles first. That way, you can easily control the wings instead of them controlling you."
"... Understood."
"Good," Natasha smirked as an authoritative glint returned to her eyes. "Let’s begin."
.....
The rest of the afternoon dissolved into a grueling cycle of physical torture.
Segment 1: The Mountain Pushes.
Vincent was forced to do push-ups, but with a twist – Natasha sat on his back, adding her immense divine weight.
"One hundred and two! Keep those elbows tucked, Little Demi!
"I... I can’t... my wings... my arms... they’re cramping!" Vincent gasped as his arms trembled in pain.
"Cramping means growth! Push!"
Segment 2: The Aerial Tug-of-War.
Deina arrived shortly after, tying a golden divine rope around Vincent’s waist. He was instructed to fly forward while Deina casually held the other end, pulling him back with one hand.
"Flap harder, baby bird!" Deina laughed.
"You’re flying like a drunken chicken!"
"It feels like... my shoulders... are going to pop out!"
Segment 3: The Agility Drill.
Natasha threw high-speed wooden training spears directly at Vincent as he attempted to hover in place.
"Duck! Dodge! Pivot!" she yelled as she hurled a spear that shaved a few feathers off his left wing.
"Are you trying to kill me?!"
"Less whining, more dodging! Now get ready!"
...
By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the utopian sky in shades of deep violet and crimson, the training finally ceased.
Vincent lay sprawled flat on his stomach on the front lawn, completely drenched in sticky sweat. With every single muscle in his body feeling like it had been set on fire, his wings were splayed out limply beside him like dead weight.
"Well, that marks the end of our training for today. You survived; I’ll give you that."
Vincent let out a weak groan into the grass.
"Go back inside and clean off that sweat," Natasha turned her back and spread her own white wings. "Tomorrow, we begin the basics of combat training. Don’t be late."
With a powerful leap, she shot into the evening sky and vanished into the clouds.
".... Haaaaa... She’s a demon in disguise..."
His joints popped painfully as he slowly rolled over to stand up. He looked around the quiet courtyard, but to his surprise, his mother was nowhere to be seen.
’... Guess she’s inside.’ Shaking his head, he dragged his aching body back and pushed open the front doors.
The moment he stepped into the entryway, the mouth-watering aroma of roasted meats, spices, and sweet pastries hit his nose. Drawn in by the smell, he walked toward the kitchen.
There, he saw his mother standing by the counter and humming a melodic tune as she chopped vegetables. She had changed into a comfortable apron over her white dress.
*Ahem* "Mo– M-Mama... I’m done for the day. I’m gonna go take a bath now."
Maribelle looked at him, giving him a warm smile. "Okay! Go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon!"
"Thanks," Vincent muttered. He turned back around and dragged his limping body up the stairs toward the master bathroom.
Once his footsteps had faded, Maribelle stopped chopping.
She slowly lowered the knife, placing it flat on the wooden cutting board.
"Hehehe... his promise... it’s finally time... hehehe..."
Upstairs, Vincent sank into a wooden stool placed directly beside the detachable showerhead in the lavish marble bathroom. The warm water cascaded over his aching shoulders and his sore wings washed away the layers of sweat and exhaustion.
He let out a blissful sigh and closed his eyes as the steam filled the room. For a moment, he felt completely safe–
Creak...
Vincent’s eyes snapped open. Through the thick layer of steam, he noticed a distinct movement from behind the frosted glass of the bathroom door.
BAM!
"GAAAAH!!!"
Standing in the open doorway, completely devoid of a single stitch of clothing, was his mother. Her long ethereal-blue hair draped loosely over her shoulders, her massive breasts bouncing slightly with her movement, and a wide, deeply unsettling, ecstatic grin stretched across her flushed face.
She wiggled her fingers in the air as she stepped closer into the steamy room.
"It’s time to hold up on your promise, Vinny~ Mama’s here to give you your bath~!"