“Did I?” she asked with an innocent lilt. “Funny… I could have sworn I left my dress next to the bath, but when we woke up, it seems to have vanished. Along with the bath.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it just as quickly. “When we… I… I don’t… So, so many questions, Mia.”
She sighed. “No, never mind. Things move around in here all the time. I’m sure I’ll find it eventually.”
There was a moment of silence. As it stretched, a look of irritation began to overcome her features until finally she gestured down at herself in disgust.
“Well?”
I blinked a few times before I understood what she was getting so upset about. “You’re kidding. Mia, you’re nearly the spitting image of Bline, one of the most exquisite… beings I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can barely conceive of anyone more beautiful. You can’t seriously need me to tell you that.”
She harrumphed. “There is a difference between need and want. Still, I am not a goddess. I have lost more than you can possibly imagine. Were She to appear before you, I’m certain there would be little comparison left in your mind.”
I shrugged helplessly. “There wouldn’t be much of anything left in my mind.”
“True,” she allowed before turning to one side.
The move sent a slight yet hypnotic sway through her breasts, and I had to force myself to look at her face—coincidentally reminding me of Lynnria’s earlier embarrassment. I might have been judging the girl too harshly.
“So then,” she continued with a bit of a knowing smirk, “you find me pleasing, but not overwhelmingly so. I suppose I’ll have to be content with that. Still, I would at least like to know how I compare to your erstwhile lover.”
I sighed, not the least of which because I was not entirely sure who she was referring to. She could not possibly be talking about Lynnria. Mia had to know she was far more enticing than the young laoi—despite the girl’s frank pursuit—so I doubted she would bother with that comparison. But for my lilim… it was difficult to judge.
Maybe it was something about her translucency, but for some reason, I felt that if I were to set them side-by-side, my lilim would win out. I could not tell you why, though. There was absolutely nothing deficient in Mia’s appearance, but somehow the simple lack of physicality set her behind.
The best I could describe it would be by comparing a photograph of a supermodel to the real thing. Sure, a picture can be airbrushed to an unrealistic standard, but there is just something about the immediacy of standing in front of a breathtaking woman that a picture simply cannot replicate. Something that leaves your mouth dry, and sets your heart to pounding in your chest.
But that might not have been the fairest comparison. Jax and, to a lesser but growing extent, Arx held a special place in my heart that Mia had yet to occupy. So I was most assuredly biased.
Still, I was hardly going to say that to her. And it was far better to be clear as to what we were talking about first.
“You’re going to need to narrow that down slightly, Mia.”
“Narrow it down?” She chuckled incredulously. “Why you cheeky devil. Exactly how many goddesses have you had wrapped around your waist?”
I blinked a few times in confusion, uncertain as to whether she was asking me literally or figuratively. I decided to go with the former. “Just… the one technically. I think. But I told you, She blinded me when we met, so I have no idea what Ahnbe looks like.”
She tilted her head to one side and stared at me. “Not then!” she shouted, exasperated. “In the dream fabric! Not ten minutes ago?”
“The dream—“ I blinked. Then my eyes began to goggle. “You saw that?”
“Of course, I—take me like an animal!” Her teeth clicked closed, and she took a steadying breath. “What kind of question is that? I was standing right next to you the entire time. I even… well that is, we almost…” She trailed off, clearly flustered.
“Oh, no…” I groaned, quite certain that my face was every bit as ablaze with shame as hers was at that moment. Then the rest of what she had said began to sink in. “Wait, standing right next to me? You weren’t just watching then? Does that mean you can somehow… participate in my dreams?”
She firmed her lip and began twitching her head from side to side.
“Oh… sorry. That was three at once. I didn’t mean—“ But before I could finish, her dam burst.
“Yes, you giant penis! Whale dick! Of course, I can. I—whore! Whore mouth!—I literally live inside your head. You should be more surprised if I didn’t—lick your ass—b-become ensnared within your dream fabric. Why are you even asking this? Any of us—sluts—can and apparently do much the same. There were half a dozen—cum dumpsters—in there last night! How can you—” She froze mid-tirade as though she had just realized something. “You don’t remember. You never remember.”
“What? Dreams?” I asked, bewildered… though that might have had a lot to do with her many unintended asides. “Mostly not, no.”
“That… should not be,” she muttered, ignoring me. “The geas was removed. Nothing should be interfering with your memories anymore.”
“‘Gesh?’ You mean that thing you pulled out of my head? You still haven’t fully explained about that, by the way,” I said, prompting her, but when it was clear she had no intention of elaborating, I continued. “Either way, I don’t understand why this is surprising. Hardly anybody remembers dreams.”
Her eyes jumped up to mine aghast, before a slow comprehension began to dawn on her features. “Alien. The foreigner.”
The conversation felt like it had abruptly skipped the rails on me, but that was something I was becoming used to when dealing with entities like Mia. So I just nodded along. Best to keep her talking. “Right. I told you that.”
“Yes, but I did not understand,” she said absently. “You are… separate. Entirely separate. Yet, you are here. Does that mean…? No, we cannot have, else you would not be here.” She sighed with regret and flicked her wrist in dismissal. “It changes nothing. My instinct cannot be wrong.”
“Uh… yeah. Not following.”
She chuckled ruefully. “Of that at least, I have little doubt."
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“Did I?” she asked with an innocent lilt. “Funny… I could have sworn I left my dress next to the bath, but when we woke up, it seems to have vanished. Along with the bath.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it just as quickly. “When we… I… I don’t… So, so many questions, Mia.”
She sighed. “No, never mind. Things move around in here all the time. I’m sure I’ll find it eventually.”
There was a moment of silence. As it stretched, a look of irritation began to overcome her features until finally she gestured down at herself in disgust.
“Well?”
I blinked a few times before I understood what she was getting so upset about. “You’re kidding. Mia, you’re nearly the spitting image of Bline, one of the most exquisite… beings I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can barely conceive of anyone more beautiful. You can’t seriously need me to tell you that.”
She harrumphed. “There is a difference between need and want. Still, I am not a goddess. I have lost more than you can possibly imagine. Were She to appear before you, I’m certain there would be little comparison left in your mind.”
I shrugged helplessly. “There wouldn’t be much of anything left in my mind.”
“True,” she allowed before turning to one side.
The move sent a slight yet hypnotic sway through her breasts, and I had to force myself to look at her face—coincidentally reminding me of Lynnria’s earlier embarrassment. I might have been judging the girl too harshly.
“So then,” she continued with a bit of a knowing smirk, “you find me pleasing, but not overwhelmingly so. I suppose I’ll have to be content with that. Still, I would at least like to know how I compare to your erstwhile lover.”
I sighed, not the least of which because I was not entirely sure who she was referring to. She could not possibly be talking about Lynnria. Mia had to know she was far more enticing than the young laoi—despite the girl’s frank pursuit—so I doubted she would bother with that comparison. But for my lilim… it was difficult to judge.
Maybe it was something about her translucency, but for some reason, I felt that if I were to set them side-by-side, my lilim would win out. I could not tell you why, though. There was absolutely nothing deficient in Mia’s appearance, but somehow the simple lack of physicality set her behind.
The best I could describe it would be by comparing a photograph of a supermodel to the real thing. Sure, a picture can be airbrushed to an unrealistic standard, but there is just something about the immediacy of standing in front of a breathtaking woman that a picture simply cannot replicate. Something that leaves your mouth dry, and sets your heart to pounding in your chest.
But that might not have been the fairest comparison. Jax and, to a lesser but growing extent, Arx held a special place in my heart that Mia had yet to occupy. So I was most assuredly biased.
Still, I was hardly going to say that to her. And it was far better to be clear as to what we were talking about first.
“You’re going to need to narrow that down slightly, Mia.”
“Narrow it down?” She chuckled incredulously. “Why you cheeky devil. Exactly how many goddesses have you had wrapped around your waist?”
I blinked a few times in confusion, uncertain as to whether she was asking me literally or figuratively. I decided to go with the former. “Just… the one technically. I think. But I told you, She blinded me when we met, so I have no idea what Ahnbe looks like.”
She tilted her head to one side and stared at me. “Not then!” she shouted, exasperated. “In the dream fabric! Not ten minutes ago?”
“The dream—“ I blinked. Then my eyes began to goggle. “You saw that?”
“Of course, I—take me like an animal!” Her teeth clicked closed, and she took a steadying breath. “What kind of question is that? I was standing right next to you the entire time. I even… well that is, we almost…” She trailed off, clearly flustered.
“Oh, no…” I groaned, quite certain that my face was every bit as ablaze with shame as hers was at that moment. Then the rest of what she had said began to sink in. “Wait, standing right next to me? You weren’t just watching then? Does that mean you can somehow… participate in my dreams?”
She firmed her lip and began twitching her head from side to side.
“Oh… sorry. That was three at once. I didn’t mean—“ But before I could finish, her dam burst.
“Yes, you giant penis! Whale dick! Of course, I can. I—whore! Whore mouth!—I literally live inside your head. You should be more surprised if I didn’t—lick your ass—b-become ensnared within your dream fabric. Why are you even asking this? Any of us—sluts—can and apparently do much the same. There were half a dozen—cum dumpsters—in there last night! How can you—” She froze mid-tirade as though she had just realized something. “You don’t remember. You never remember.”
“What? Dreams?” I asked, bewildered… though that might have had a lot to do with her many unintended asides. “Mostly not, no.”
“That… should not be,” she muttered, ignoring me. “The geas was removed. Nothing should be interfering with your memories anymore.”
“‘Gesh?’ You mean that thing you pulled out of my head? You still haven’t fully explained about that, by the way,” I said, prompting her, but when it was clear she had no intention of elaborating, I continued. “Either way, I don’t understand why this is surprising. Hardly anybody remembers dreams.”
Her eyes jumped up to mine aghast, before a slow comprehension began to dawn on her features. “Alien. The foreigner.”
The conversation felt like it had abruptly skipped the rails on me, but that was something I was becoming used to when dealing with entities like Mia. So I just nodded along. Best to keep her talking. “Right. I told you that.”
“Yes, but I did not understand,” she said absently. “You are… separate. Entirely separate. Yet, you are here. Does that mean…? No, we cannot have, else you would not be here.” She sighed with regret and flicked her wrist in dismissal. “It changes nothing. My instinct cannot be wrong.”
“Uh… yeah. Not following.”
She chuckled ruefully. “Of that at least, I have little doubt."
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