Chen's Inspiration

TITLE: Chen's Inspiration
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Chen/Leanan Sidhe
NOTE: This fic takes place in the same continuity as Awakened Zelenin, though you probably needn't have read that fic to make sense of this one.


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Chen stared at the paper on her desk. It was mostly blank. It had been mostly blank for hours now; hours she should have spent sleeping. Strike Team had brought in a lot of new Forma over the last few days and now it was up to the Lab to figure out what to do with it. Irving never had too much trouble figuring everything out, but Chen did. She approached the use and combination of Forma in a logical and reasonable way. She always had done. She wasn't one to indulge in flights of fancy, instead prefering the slow, methodical uncovering of the truth. It wasn't a particularly glamorous or exciting way of doing things, but it worked and it had brought her to where she was today.

Unfortunately, where she was today was the Schwarzwelt, where logic and reason did not apply.

Actually, logic and reason probably did apply. It was just that it was the logic and reason of a magical, demon-haunted world that had nothing to do with the real world. Still, even a place like this had to have its own rules, strange and alien as they might be. The trick was figuring out what they were. Unfortunately, it was starting to look to Chen like this was one trick slightly too big for her. She was starting to suspect she just didn't have the right mindset for figuring out magic.

"Frustrated?" a melodious voice purred.

Chen turned sharply in her chair to see a woman standing near the door. She was tall and slender, dressed in a shimmering purple gown with a far too generous décolletage. Her hair was a golden blonde and so long that it reached all the way down to the floor, where it somehow hadn't got dirty. Her face looked refined and, currently, vaguely amused, and her ears where slightly too sharp for a human.

"How did you get in?" Chen demanded.

"Does it really matter?" the demon asked.

"Of course it does," Chen said. "This is a serious breach of security."

"Yes? Then you had best call your security, hadn't you? Though I would appreciate it if you listened to my offer first."

Chen looked at the demonic woman for a moment. She just stood by the door, unworried and unthreatening.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The demon bowed gracefully. "Leanan Sidhe, at your service."

"Irish folklore," Chen said. "You're a kind of muse, except you take people's lives."

"You've heard of me? I'm flattered."

"Don't be," Chen said. "I try to learn a little about every demon Strike Team comes across, just in case."

"Then I'm still flattered," Leanan Sidhe said. "So few humans take even the barest interest in us nowadays."

"So. Now that I know who you are, why are you here?" Chen asked.

Leanan Sidhe smiled beautifully. "It's quite simple. I'm drawn to troubled artists."

"I'm not an artist," Chen said.

"No? You take simple, mundane things and transform them into something marvelous. How is such an endeavour not art?"

"The things I make aren't beautiful or inspiring or anything," Chen said. "They're just weapons and armour and things."

A look of disapproval flashed across Leanan Sidhe's face. "Very well, if you insist," she said coldly. "You are not an artist. You are a craftsman, then. A creator."

"I... suppose I could live with that," Chen conceded.

"Good," Leanan Sidhe said as she walked further into the room, her bare feet soundless, her long hair rustling quietly. "You are a craftsman, but one who has limited herself. A great creative force lurks in your soul, a great creator capable of so much more than you currently are. I can help you unleash that potential."

"And in return, I die," Chen said. "No thanks."

Leanan Sidhe stopped, then smiled. "That used to be the bargain, yes. But I have recently been persuaded to follow a different path. I shall not demand your life."

"Then what do you want?"

Leanan Sidhe reached Chen's chair and reached out to her. A brief, but not unpleasant shiver ran through Chen's body when she felt the demon's slender fingers caress her cheek.

"Even chained, your soul is beautiful," Leanan Sidhe whispered. "I merely wish to stimulate it by stimulating the body that is its home."

"Sex?" said Chen. "You're talking about sex?"

"If you insist on being so crude, yes," Leanan Sidhe said. "Well?"

Chen looked up at Leanan Sidhe's elegant face. Perhaps it was because she should've been asleep for a few hours now. Perhaps she had been affected by the magic of the Schwarzwelt somehow. Or perhaps it was simply that Leanan Sidhe was quite a beautiful woman, for a demon.

"Alright," Chen said after a few moments of consideration. "I guess it's worth a try."

Leanan Sidhe kneeled on the floor, coming face to face with Chen. Another smile flashed across her vaguely otherwordly face before she leaned forward and kissed her. Chen had to admit it was a good kiss, though she would also have to admit that she wasn't much of an expert. Leanan Sidhe's gentle, almost careful lips pushed softly against Chen's. Chen found herself responding intuitively, returning Leanan Sidhe's kiss without thinking. She felt warmth flowing into her body and some of her tiredness lifted from her mind. Or at least seemed to lift from her mind. Even when kissed by a creature of the fey, Chen couldn't help but coldly analyse what was happening. In this case it was probably adrenal or something like it, giving her a feeling of renewed energy without actually renewing her energy all that much. No doubt she'd crash horribly later on if she kept this up.

But kissing Leanan Sidhe now was probably worth a crash later on.

Without the fairy mistress's lips ever leaving her own, Chen felt Leanan Sidhe's hands move across her uniform and slowly undoing it. Chen couldn't help but notice how efficient the creature went about doing it. Possibly Leanan Sidhe was simply very good at taking off other people's clothes, or perhaps she'd already managed to gain some experience. If it was the case of the latter, that would raise all sorts of questions about the Red Sprite's security. Though it might also help explain the inexplicably raised spirits of some of the crew recently.

Regardless of how Leanan Sidhe had gained her skills, fact was she did possess them and Chen soon felt her upper body becoming exposed to the cool air of her quarters. She shuddered involuntarily, but only once and only briefly. Leanan Sidhe's body soon drove away the cold and the feel of her purple gown brushing against her now bare breasts filled her with an aroused heat. An arousal that became all the hotter almost the moment Leanan Sidhe broke their kiss, only to immediately kiss her neck, then kiss her again slightly lower still. Chen found her breathing become heavier with every one of Leanan Sidhe's kisses, the knowledge that the fairy mistress's mouth would soon reach her breasts somehow managing to stoke her arousal almost as much as the fey's actual kisses did.

Before long Chen felt Leanan Sidhe's sharp tongue slip out of her mouth and circle one of her nipples. It was a swift, delicate movement that nevertheless enticed a brief, pleasured gasp from Chen's lips and turned her smouldering arousal into a flame. Leanan Sidhe slowly kissed her way across Chen's breasts, carefully and deliberately. Chen found herself hissing between her teeth every time the fairy mistress's lips touched her bare skin, her body growing still hotter each time and her mind turning ever more lustful. But questions still surfaced in the horny haze slowly enveloping her mind. How did Leanan Sidhe know just where to kiss her to arouse her the most? Or the did the place not really matter, and was it only the skill of the fairy mistress's lips and tongue that filled her with this beautiful flame? If it was a skill, was it a magical one, or one that could even be learned by humans such as herself? And when was Leanan Sidhe going to kiss her way down her body and let that skilled tongue of hers play between her legs?

Chen was pretty certain that last question, at least, was going to be answered one way or the other.

For the moment, however, Leanan Sidhe was content to let her mouth play with Chen's breasts and Chen was happy to let her. She felt the fey's tongue wander all across her bare skin, as though she were determined to lap at every inch of her chest. Chen found herself beginning to squirm a little under the endless rain of kisses as her body became hotter and her desire to feel the fairy mistress's lips against her pussy became ever stronger. A shudder ran through Chen's body when she felt Leanan Sidhe's slender hand come to rest on her waist. She unconsciously held her breath when she felt the fey's fingertips draw idle circles on her bare skin while her lips never paused caressing her breasts. The circles turned to a spiral moving slowly down Chen's body until at last Leanan Sidhe's hand slipped into her pants and brushed against her panties.

Chen's breathing grew ragged and irregular as Leanan Sidhe's hand rubbed her pussy through a thin layer of fabric. Though she'd been moist already, Chen found herself becoming wetter still, feeling the fey's gently stroking hand better and better the more her panties became soaked with her juices. A pitiful whimper escaped from Chen's lips, her burning body yearning to feel Leanan Sidhe's skilled fingers directly against her flesh. She heard the fairy mistress giggle somewhere far away, then felt her hand move up her panties a moment before she felt it slide into them.

Chen moaned, her whole body arching against Leanan Sidhe. She felt the fey's elegant fingers move leisurely up and down her slit and yet those slow movements managed to fill her with pleasure. She felt as though her body became lighter somehow. Perhaps it was because her need to feel Leanan Sidhe between her legs was finally being sated, so she could more easily enjoy the feelings the fairy mistress awoke within her. She sighed contently, then moaned when she felt the fey's fingers move up to quickly circle her clit before moving down her folds again. It seemed Leanan Sidhe had absolutely no intention of letting her relax. Feeling the pleasurable fire that was still spreading through her half-naked body, Chen could not find it in herself to blame her.

"Close your eyes," Leanan Sidhe whispered.

Chen did so and found herself floating amidst the stars. She was entirely naked now, her body wholly exposed to the pleasantly warm vacuum of space.

"This is an illusion, I take it," Chen said.

"Of a sort," a voice behind her replied.

Chen turned and found herself face to face, not to mention body to body, with Leanan Sidhe's. Part of her wanted to ask what was going on, but when she felt the fey's now bare breasts press gently against her own, not to mention the enduring desire to feel the fey playing with her pussy once more, Chen decided that questions could wait until much later. Instead she pulled Leanan Sidhe closer and kissed her, her tongue slipping into the fey's mouth. For a moment she thought she'd heard the fairy mistress squeak with surprise when she'd embraced her, but perhaps she'd only imagined it. As they kissed, Chen felt herself become wrapped in warmth and soon realised that this was because the fey's long, blonde hair was wrapping itself around both their naked bodies, locking them in their passionate embrace.

But even with Leanan Sidhe's blonde hair forcing their bodies against one another, the fairy mistress found enough room to once again let her slender hand move down Chen's body and slip inbetween her legs. Chen moaned against Leanan Sidhe's lips when she felt fey's fingertips rubbing against her folds, teasing her pleasure into a bright flame once more. The moment her arousal had returned in full, Chen felt Leanan Sidhe's fingers move up to draw tight circles around her clit. She groaned deeply in response, breaking her kiss with the fey and resting her head on Leanan Sidhe's delicate shoulder, the sheer pleasure rushing through her robbing her of her strength. Held helplessly in Leanan Sidhe's embrace, Chen could do little but moan and sigh while the fey continued to arouse her, taking a seeming delight in stimulating her clit with the tiniest movements of her fingers she could manage. Her mind sinking into lust, Chen found her awareness slipping until it seemed to her that her whole body or perhaps the whole universe was made of nothing but erotic pleasure. It was a feeling that wouldn't be able to sustain itself for very long. It was too hot, too desperate, but for those few moments where it filled her...

Chen floated amidst the stars, the whole universe laid out before her. Stars died before her eyes and new worlds were born, one long, slow dance of destruction of creation. Galaxies spiralled past her, on journeys started so long ago not even time had begun yet. For one single, fleeting moment, Chen looked upon a universe stripped of all its secrets and understood.

Chen screamed as she came, her voice bouncing off the metal walls of her quarters. Part of her was still aware of Leanan Sidhe's lips on her breasts and her hand in her panties, but those sensations were nothing compared to the orgasmic bliss that flowed through her. Great waves of pleasure washed through her, seemingly trying to rob her of her breath, yet somehow never managing to. The peculiar weakness she'd felt moments before in Leanan Sidhe's arms and hair had gone, replaced by climactic strength that endured as long as her orgasm did. And, with Leanan Sidhe's fingers still eagerly rubbing her clit, her orgasm endured for quite a while, her half-naked body gripped in the purest of pleasure.

Chen breathed out slowly when her orgasm finally passed, a rather goofy smile forming on her face. She felt Leanan Sidhe pull her hand out of her pants and move up her body so that they were face to face. They kissed, rather tiredly in Chen's case, affectionately in Leanan Sidhe's. Chen sighed and closed her eyes. Then abruptly opened them again.

Pushing Leanan Sidhe off of herself as gently as she could, Chen jumped up from her bed and dashed towards her desk. She grabbed the nearest pencil and piece of paper she could find and started scribbling. Everything had been so perfectly clear just before she'd come and the clarity hadn't left her quite yet. All manner of Forma floated in front of her mind's eye and she could see all the connections between them. She didn't know why combining Guedhe's tuxedo with the skin of a vampire and some Grusite II would produce a shotgun that became more powerful under the full moon and yet she could clearly see that's what that combination would produce. Weapon after weapon and item after item filled up the paper, each with a list of Forma needed to make them. Some even required Forma nobody had seen yet (or at least, hadn't brough to the Lab yet), but which Chen knew had to exist out in the Schwarzwelt somewhere, waiting for Strike Team to discover.

And then it was over. Chen let herself fall into her chair and breathed out, her mind returning from wherever it had been.

"Mmm. That was glorious," Leanan Sidhe moaned. "And you insist you're not an artist."

Chen ignored her and stared at the paper she'd just filled up with recipes and formulas. She couldn't understand any of it. None of it made any rational sense to her, but then again... she hadn't exactly been in a rational frame of mind when she'd written all that stuff down. And the truly wretched part was that she knew somehow that all this stuff was going to work. She could take this paper to the lab and show it to Irving and he would make everything listed on it without running into any trouble (except, of course, for those items listing Forma she wasn't even sure existed).

"Now that is the power of an inspired soul."

Chen looked up to see Leanan Sidhe standing next to her. "It's not the power of an inspired mind, I know that."

"There's more to creativity than the mind," Leanan Sidhe said.

"I don't really believe in that kind of thing," Chen replied. "Or I used to, anyway."

Leanan Sidhe smiled. "I think I'll leave you to your creations for now. But I want you to know that, should you ever desire my inspiration again, I will be there for you."

"And what about..." Chen paused when she realised what she was about to say, then decided to say it anyway. "What about when I just desire you?"

"Then I will be there for the both of us," Leanan Sidhe replied.