I nodded silently as she turned away, though I was not certain I agreed with her. They were certainly going to have a reaction. I knew that much. Whether it was a joyful one was still very much in doubt.
While she was poking her head out the door to scan for immediate threats, I allowed my eyes to trace the line of her. Other than the ears, I could not see much of anything else different. Though… there might have been a touch of an exaggerated tilt to the way she was holding her hips. Whether because of some change within the girl, or just because—as she had said—she was horny, I could not yet determine.
Hmm… how long has it been since the last luck discharge? It certainly felt like it had been a while, but it was not like I could check the time. Regardless, I definitely needed to start paying closer attention to it. Lynnria’s little episodes had thus far lined up pretty well with her state of arousal. But is it specifically that, or is there more to it?
Whatever the root cause, she was beginning to develop lilim-like—or more accurately, Dolilim-like—traits. However, so far they had remained superficial. I had seen no indication that she could sense emotions, much less feed from them. Her behavior had remained… more or less unchanged that I could see. She had neither claws nor horns.
The only constant was that she kept threatening to develop fangs only for them to recede at the last moment. It was like there was a lilim within her, struggling to get out. And each time it pushed, it left a little bit of itself behind.
What am I supposed to do?
I had already warned the girl what would happen to her if she joined up with me, but she remained skeptical. Worse, her mind was either being shielded from noticing, or it was simply changing as she went. And implying, however truthfully, that reality did not align with her perception of it was not going to help anything. Neither of us could do anything about it, so why upset her?
Besides… there was also the remote possibility that she was right. Maybe she had not been changing. What if it were my own memories that were being altered? That was something to consider. And singularly disturbing, if true.
But I soon dismissed the idea. While I could not rule it out, that line of thinking was not overly helpful. It was like the old ‘brain in a jar’ thought experiment. There is no real way to distinguish a false reality from a real one when the only thing you have to base reality off of is the one presented to you.
For now, all I could do was try mitigating the effects of the aura.
Hmm… she’s really into training. So maybe… right. I have an idea.
“Lynnria,” I called, stepping up next to her. “Have you been practicing with your charm?”
For a moment, my comment had the intended effect, and she slouched guiltily. But then realization set in, and she gasped, her eyes flashing with anger. “Oh, I see. The gall! How can you think I only kissed you because of your aura? You did a good thing, and I was happy for you. How many times need I remind you, sir? I am your betrothed! What’s wrong with a little kiss now and then? And don’t say you didn’t like it. We both know better than that.”
“Okay, okay…” I said, holding my hands up in immediate surrender. Geez! I didn’t expect her to push back that hard. “I admit, it was nice. It’s just—”
“Ha, ha! You said it was nice. Score one for Lynnria!” she sang triumphantly. Whatever upset she had been fronting had gone up in smoke with that one slight admission. She even started doing a silly little dance.
For a moment, I just stood there. What… what just happened?
However, once she started hip-checking me, I cleared my throat, trying to save what little face I had left. “Regardless, you should practice your luck charm during downtime, if for no other reason than just for the skill-ups. And especially before and after you sleep. Even if it’s for something simple, like a coin toss. I’ve seen what can happen when a person lets it go too long.”
She just chuckled. “Oh, you’re such a man. As if I don’t think about sex all the time, anyway. But fine. Point taken. And you’re right, I do need the practice if I expect to use the thing during a fight.” A moment of silence hung in the air after her concession. But then she cast a glance at me from the corner of her eye, “So what was I thinking?”
“Huh? Oh, that.” It would seem she was still hung up about the whole mind-reading business. “It doesn’t happen every time, you know.”
“Doesn’t it? You guessed right last time, even when you didn’t think you could. Come on, just try it. Please?” she begged.
“I don’t know… plums?” I hazarded, really just throwing the first word I could think of at the wall.
Her face fell somewhat. “What’s a plum?”
“Oh… do they not have those here? It’s just a fruit. They’re usually purple. Sweet and kind of sour. A bit squishy,” I explained shortly. Then I cupped my hand. “About this big?”
“You mean like your balls?” she asked, leaning into me. “Because that’s just exactly how I was thinking of holding them.”
I closed my eyes. Good grief. I careened right into that one. She is playing me like a fiddle today.
“Lynnria…”
“But it’s so hot!” she protested. “Can’t we do it again?”
“Don’t you think we should get moving?” I reminded her forcefully.
She pouted. “Oh, you. Fine.”
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I nodded silently as she turned away, though I was not certain I agreed with her. They were certainly going to have a reaction. I knew that much. Whether it was a joyful one was still very much in doubt.
While she was poking her head out the door to scan for immediate threats, I allowed my eyes to trace the line of her. Other than the ears, I could not see much of anything else different. Though… there might have been a touch of an exaggerated tilt to the way she was holding her hips. Whether because of some change within the girl, or just because—as she had said—she was horny, I could not yet determine.
Hmm… how long has it been since the last luck discharge? It certainly felt like it had been a while, but it was not like I could check the time. Regardless, I definitely needed to start paying closer attention to it. Lynnria’s little episodes had thus far lined up pretty well with her state of arousal. But is it specifically that, or is there more to it?
Whatever the root cause, she was beginning to develop lilim-like—or more accurately, Dolilim-like—traits. However, so far they had remained superficial. I had seen no indication that she could sense emotions, much less feed from them. Her behavior had remained… more or less unchanged that I could see. She had neither claws nor horns.
The only constant was that she kept threatening to develop fangs only for them to recede at the last moment. It was like there was a lilim within her, struggling to get out. And each time it pushed, it left a little bit of itself behind.
What am I supposed to do?
I had already warned the girl what would happen to her if she joined up with me, but she remained skeptical. Worse, her mind was either being shielded from noticing, or it was simply changing as she went. And implying, however truthfully, that reality did not align with her perception of it was not going to help anything. Neither of us could do anything about it, so why upset her?
Besides… there was also the remote possibility that she was right. Maybe she had not been changing. What if it were my own memories that were being altered? That was something to consider. And singularly disturbing, if true.
But I soon dismissed the idea. While I could not rule it out, that line of thinking was not overly helpful. It was like the old ‘brain in a jar’ thought experiment. There is no real way to distinguish a false reality from a real one when the only thing you have to base reality off of is the one presented to you.
For now, all I could do was try mitigating the effects of the aura.
Hmm… she’s really into training. So maybe… right. I have an idea.
“Lynnria,” I called, stepping up next to her. “Have you been practicing with your charm?”
For a moment, my comment had the intended effect, and she slouched guiltily. But then realization set in, and she gasped, her eyes flashing with anger. “Oh, I see. The gall! How can you think I only kissed you because of your aura? You did a good thing, and I was happy for you. How many times need I remind you, sir? I am your betrothed! What’s wrong with a little kiss now and then? And don’t say you didn’t like it. We both know better than that.”
“Okay, okay…” I said, holding my hands up in immediate surrender. Geez! I didn’t expect her to push back that hard. “I admit, it was nice. It’s just—”
“Ha, ha! You said it was nice. Score one for Lynnria!” she sang triumphantly. Whatever upset she had been fronting had gone up in smoke with that one slight admission. She even started doing a silly little dance.
For a moment, I just stood there. What… what just happened?
However, once she started hip-checking me, I cleared my throat, trying to save what little face I had left. “Regardless, you should practice your luck charm during downtime, if for no other reason than just for the skill-ups. And especially before and after you sleep. Even if it’s for something simple, like a coin toss. I’ve seen what can happen when a person lets it go too long.”
She just chuckled. “Oh, you’re such a man. As if I don’t think about sex all the time, anyway. But fine. Point taken. And you’re right, I do need the practice if I expect to use the thing during a fight.” A moment of silence hung in the air after her concession. But then she cast a glance at me from the corner of her eye, “So what was I thinking?”
“Huh? Oh, that.” It would seem she was still hung up about the whole mind-reading business. “It doesn’t happen every time, you know.”
“Doesn’t it? You guessed right last time, even when you didn’t think you could. Come on, just try it. Please?” she begged.
“I don’t know… plums?” I hazarded, really just throwing the first word I could think of at the wall.
Her face fell somewhat. “What’s a plum?”
“Oh… do they not have those here? It’s just a fruit. They’re usually purple. Sweet and kind of sour. A bit squishy,” I explained shortly. Then I cupped my hand. “About this big?”
“You mean like your balls?” she asked, leaning into me. “Because that’s just exactly how I was thinking of holding them.”
I closed my eyes. Good grief. I careened right into that one. She is playing me like a fiddle today.
“Lynnria…”
“But it’s so hot!” she protested. “Can’t we do it again?”
“Don’t you think we should get moving?” I reminded her forcefully.
She pouted. “Oh, you. Fine.”
Seleroan
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Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
Each chapter is now being personalized with some... passable chapter-inspired AI generated art. I try. But it gives things a bit of color. And you can read ahead!
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
