Cecil stared, as she came back into sight.  Didn't glance, didn't sneak a look, he flat out stared, just like every other time she changed into that ridiculous outfit.  It was so form fitting, he could see where her navel was.  He could make out individual muscles of her abdomen, and even more importantly, while most girls at school wore blouses that showed off their figure, nothing that a single one of them wore even began to compare to this.  Not only could he make out Arisa's nipples, but they -always- seemed excited when she had it on.  The bodysuit was needlessly lewd, and once or twice he'd mustered up the guts to look down, only to find that it hugged her crotch even tighter.  Cecil often fantasised about reaching out and cupping his hand against the very obvious slit showcased by the strange battle uniform.<br/><br/>But of course he never had, and never would.  She could kill him with less than a thought.<br/><br/>To Arisa's training, even if Cecil was adept at hiding his thoughts, she'd have been able to tell where he was looking.  He was not, and so to her, he might as well have been holding a sign.<br/><br/><strong>"Waiting... yes.  No.  No problem"</strong>He stammered, only to flush at himself, forcing himself to stand up straight.  The boy seemed to be trying to focus on his hand, on what should be in his hand, but whether because of distraction or simple inability, he didn't seem to be able to manage.  There was no burning need that presented itself to him as motivator TO manifest the blade, and many latex-coated reasons for his mind to be on other things.<br/><br/><strong>"I remember what it looks like, I remember what it feels like.  I remember every single detail about it, but I just can't get it to show up.  Just hurry up already, Arisa... I ..."</strong>he trailed off, before blushing again, realising what he had been about to say.<br/><br/>The boy had hit a barrier, and all of Arisa's training knew that the block he'd met wasn't a lack of ability, which he had in spades.  No, this was a mental block, one that needed a catalyst, a strong emotion, a strong surge of power, a strong need, SOMETHING.<br/><br/>He sighed and stepped closer to Arisa, walking around behind her as he had needed to do many times before, and pressed his body up against hers.  His right hand moved along her arm and eventually slipped right underneath her own, and just as clearly as she would have felt his arousal against her ass, she'd also feel the very slight drain of power from her body.  Barely a drop, just enough to ignite his own spark, before a bright golden flash lit the alleyway up bright as midday.  A glowing blade of light manifested in his hand, and as it filled in with substance, becoming a physical device of destruction, he backed away, no longer needing Arisa's energy to fuel this.  The sword grew larger and larger, longer, this time it stopped a full half-foot longer than it had the day before.<br/><br/><strong>"...Thanks"</strong>He said shyly, seeming to be unwilling to acknowledge what she had undoubtedly felt against her ass through the sheer material.<br/><br/>Cecil headed towards the entrance to the culvert, using the gleaming blade as light as he descended.  With Arisa to guide him, he trudged through the dismal place, eventually stopping when multitudinous shrieks and cries of alarm went off.  The sword was so bright, the darkness-dwelling creatures had seen it coming from a mile away, and some of them began a charging attack.<br/><br/>This was Cecil's training, so he took point and Arisa was there more to ensure he survived.  He was getting better with the blade, even though he was still fairly terrible, but even his own limited capacity was enough to handle some despicable goblins in the sewers.  With only a few scratches here and there, he managed to dispatch every single one of the creatures that came his way.<br/><br/>Goblin after goblin fell before him, sliced into clean pieces as limbs were dismembered, heads decapitated and even the occasional disembowelling.  He seemed to be getting into the swing of things, both figuratively and literally, only to reach a fork.  Goblins were fleeing down one of them, but they had come FROM the other.<strong>"Oh no you don't"</strong>he shouted into the darkness, stamping through the water after them, not even seeming to notice the muffled whimpers that slipped through the culvert from down the passageway not chosen.<br/><br/>Arisa had a duty to protect the chosen one, but he seemed more than capable for this task.  They were just goblins, afterall, and he'd already slain over thirty of the creatures without any true wounds to show for it.  Cecil's path would have shown off bloodshed, but that was mundane.  expected.  Boring.  The other path bore promise of excitement, of the thrill of discovering what lurked in the darkness... and before Arisa herself knew what was happening, one foot was moving in front of the other, leading her away from the Hero, towards the whimpered cries.<br/><br/>The sounds of the whimpers led Arisa out of the culvert and into a cavelike tunnel that was off of the side of the manmade tunnel.  There was something strange about the smell in the air, it wasn't the mustiness you'd expect from a cave, but instead something palpably moist and ...<br/><br/>Arisa knew immediately what she had happened upon, even before the light shone on the<strong>woman</strong>(http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3351157)bound near the wall.  She was drenched in the seed of goblins and perhaps other creatures too, her legs bound to themselves in a frog-tie and her arms above her head.  Her stomach was distended, as if she were pregnant, except she wouldn't have been here long enough to have born a child for that stage of pregnancy.  Just how many of these creatures had used the woman?<br/><br/>One goblin, larger than the others in more ways than one, stood near the woman, watching Arisa.  The creature was strong looking, large and ... well, he was still a goblin, so he was far from any semblance of attractiveness, but there was a primal masculinity to the creature that the others of its kind simply lacked.  The creature's cock hung between its legs, and from what little Arisa would be able to see of the other goblins in the room, this one was the alpha, with more than just height to denote him as being the largest of the tribe.<br/><br/><strong>"Get her"</strong>It barked out in a gutteral tongue.<strong>"Tie her up near the other!"</strong><br/><br/>Arisa had taken the time to learn goblin, even if only to a rudimentary degree.  The clatter of stone behind the heroine told her that she was already surrounded, having been flanked.