Story: NGE Ring of Truth

It's a natural fact that Shinji would be utterly uncertain of what had just happened to him because of what Rei had just said. Especially when he wasn't entirely certain that what had just happened was real. He was lying in bed, after all. Maybe he'd just had a really, really erotic dream where Asuka offered him the opportunity to use her body in absolutely any way that he wanted.

Because that was a thing that happened in the real world. Sure! Happens all the time.

But wouldn't it be a terrible thing, whispered a voice in his head, if it turned out that it actually did happen? That at this very moment Asuka was impatiently tapping her foot and waiting for you to show up? Wasn't that all just a little too real for a dream?

No way. Nope. It wasn't possible. If he went in there and it turned out he didn't have permission she would absolutely ruin him. His nuts would be kicked, his eyes would be poked, his ears would be tweaked and yelled into, and goodness knows what else.

Then again, if you didn't and it was real then she'd do all that anyway.

In the end, as they so often do, hormones triumphed over reason. You know, all he really needed to do was something like, say, knock on her door. Ask her if she wanted anything. She'd probably say something like "coffee" or "for you to piss off" or something like that. So he walked right on over, lifted his fist to knock on her door -

Only to find himself being grabbed by the collar and pulled into her room by Asuka. Who was naked. Funny thing was that wasn't even the first thing he noticed about her. It was the expression on her face. If he'd tried painting a mask of pure lust using her face as a baseline, that would probably be what the result would be.

All of a sudden he felt quite frightened. And aroused. He didn't even think that was possible.

"Oh, hello there, Third," Asuka said, flipping her hair and flopping down onto her bed. She crossed her legs and leaned back. "Fancy meeting you here. Welcome to paradise. Shall we begin?"

She said that in a tone that warned him that the answer was absolutely going to be "yes". Well. Who was he to argue? Either this was a dream, in which case there would be no consequences, or he was about to get laid with a willing, eager and hot partner. Seemed rather like a win-win situation, but then again that might be the hormones triumphing over reason.

Shinji didn't even remember the act of taking off his clothes, but he must have done so at some point. Asuka lay back, and he knew she was ready for him. His first instinct was to tease her breasts, to grab a handful and play with them. Yet instead his hands were stroking her up the side of her body. His fingers soaking in the feeling like a critic appraising a masterpiece.

"M-Mein Gott!" Asuka gasped. Her back arched, her breath caught and her arms thrashed upwards as though she had lost complete control. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Learn to do what?" Shinji asked in all honesty, not even taking notice when his hands left a curving trail down her body that happened to hit points along the way that made Asuka's eyes roll up into her head. "I don't know what you mean at all."

"Oooh!" Asuka moaned, not believing him for a moment. Which is why, in a fit of poorly conceived sarcasm she said "And I suppose we're being attacked by sexy French maids instead of Angels!"

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So, let's step back a little bit to before Shinji was dragged into Asuka's room for a good old-fashioned mutual railing - and let it be said that Asuka wasn't remotely regretting her "decision" to become Shinji's sex slave, in point of fact she was giving it a personal ranking as one of the very best ideas she'd ever had - so that we can understand what just actually happened there.

So, Asuka was pacing around in her room. Naked. Waiting impatiently. Getting hornier by the moment. See, even though she was now Shinji's sex slave, her core personality hadn't really changed any. She was the best. She always had to be the best. She was going to rock his world and make him want to take her any time he got the chance. She was going to drive him wild and show him a time he would never, ever forget! Not ever. Nope.

Though in point of fact she did kind of feel as though he should have been there already. What the hell was keeping him?! That kiss she'd given him should've sealed the deal! The second she left the room, giving him a nice view of her rather magnificent butt as she departed, should've sent him scurrying on after her mere seconds after she was out of view! Hell, she was half expecting him to beat her back to her own room somehow.

But no. She was waiting. Honest to god, if he was jerking it instead of coming across for another taste of the real deal, she'd just have to give him a proper lap dance until she drained him dry!

Asuka wasn't nervous about this, of course. No. No. Perish the thought. She didn't get nervous. She made other people nervous because of how brilliant she was! That was it. Obviously. Asuka was smart. A genius. Asuka was talented at nearly everything she did. Asuka was beautiful and desirable, and she would be the very best at satisfying Third there could ever, ever be!

She'd only picked up the ring because she wanted to. That was all! Not a nervous quirk at all. No sir/ma'am! Not fiddling with it. More sort of getting the feel of it, that's right. Give her something to think about while Shinji shakes his dumb stupid self out of the sexiness-induced coma in which she'd probably left him, and then -

The sound of footsteps could be clearly heard outside the door. So she rushed forward and yanked it open, tugging the boy before he could even knock on the door. Okay. So she might be just a little bit impatient, but everyone has to have at least one character flaw, right?

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Imagine a dark room. Well, <i>mostly</i> dark would be a little more accurate. The only light was from the array of monitors, which was hardly a healthy kind of light to have. The desk that took up the most space of anything in the room had a single figure sitting at it, hands steepled, elbows resting on its surface. It was an ominous pose. Intentionally intimidating, implying insistently that Ikari was intelligently immersed in integrating impossible improvisations.

Actually, he had thought up most of his schemes and plans a long time ago. He was mostly engaged in more silly little word games like that. It helped to pass the time. Though for right now, he did have to take things a little more seriously. A report on the last attack, and predictions for the next one by the relevant departments. As commander it was his job to ensure they cooperated. Ensure cohesion. Ensure results. So, to begin this meeting he peered through his orange-tinted glasses at the heads of various departments and, after carefully considering his words, Gendo Ikari finally broke a silence that had lasted long enough to become awkward.

"In summary," he began, his voice entrenched in a tone that was beyond deadly serious. It was a wonder nobody in the room fainted on the spot. "What precisely have we learned from previous attacks? What can we use to make sure that the next time a Maid attacks, we will be prepared?"