Lynnria’s gaze roved over my nakedness with abandon, snagging at seemingly random places. My brow. Down to my hands. Then back up to my jawline. Just the idea of what the next few minutes might contain was making her breath escape her like a dense fog, and I could see her tongue playing with one of her elongated canines through her parted lips.
“He’s a sight, ain’t he?” Jax whispered as she lightly traced up and down the girl’s arms with the backs of her claws. “Every day, I think there ne’er could be a more beautiful man, and then he gains a Layer. I envy ye, lassie. Ye’d best be about this while I’m feeling generous.”
Lynnria nodded faintly, though whether she heard the red-head was debatable. She seemed entranced.
Jax grinned before shooting me a knowing glance from the corner of her eye. “I be thinking she’s ready, Master.”
I pursed my lips suspiciously. “You didn’t do anything to her, did you?”
“Only a little,” she said as though hurt. But from the way she was beginning to move, twisting and rubbing herself up against Lynnria’s side, I knew she was hardly contrite. If anything, she was getting off on this. “Just to settle her. We all got a first time. ‘Sides, I can nay push what ain’t already there.”
“Yes, I know. But with my aura…” I paused. “Wait. Did you say first—?“
Whatever Jax had been doing, it had not been enough to bewitch the girl completely. Before I could finish, Lynnria’s eyes suddenly cleared, and a strangled mewl of protest burbled out of her throat.
“No! She didn’t. I’ve done it lots of times! I—I mean… m-maybe never with a… with a uh… But I have a tool! At home.”
I stared at her, my left eyebrow slowly creeping upward. Is this girl actually trying to argue that masturbation counts?
“Tool? What kind of tool?” Arx asked with what I would normally describe as a slightly too-keen interest—in an ordinary woman. But she quickly turned away, apparently having heard an inaudible reply. It seemed my Faen had jumped heads again. “They do? Why didn’t anybody ever—? Don’t be that way about it, Mia. I can’t be expected to ask about things I’ve never even… Because it sounds fun, that’s why. That’s exactly the kind of thing I was looking for when I came down to laoi territory in the first place!” There was a brief pause and then she continued in a more sedate tone, “Hmm, no. I suppose you’re right.”
She sighed heavily before starting up a restless pacing about the room. Going from Arx’s slumped shoulders, her random nods, and the drained expression slowly creeping over her features, Mia had decided that now was a perfect time to start in with another of her lengthy skill-up announcements. I pitied her.
Lynnria rubbed her palms down her hips apprehensively. “Maybe we should wait. Don’t we need her for this?”
That sounded reasonable enough to me, but Arx quickly shot us a thumbs up. “She says you’re nut butter. And good to go. Just complete the ritual, and the rest will take care of its—” She looked away, shrugging with feigned innocence. “Because that’s what you said!”
Lynnria grimaced. Her eyes darted about as though searching for an escape, but inevitably, they would catch on me again and hold for a long moment before liberating themselves. And each time they were caught, it seemed to take more effort to tear them away.
Before long, Jax continued her delicate petting and, I had little doubt, her ethically ambiguous soothing efforts. “That’s a way, lassie. Lose yer ownself to it. Let it settle ye. No need to be skittish.”
As she talked, Jax began to loosen random buckles and unfasten buttons.
“Look, Lynnria,” I assured her, talking fast. Jax was going to have the lesser Dolilim completely stripped before long. “If this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, that’s perfectly fine. We can wait as long as you like. I’m already very satisfied as it is, so don’t think you need to do anything on my account.”
She shook her head. “No, I want to! It’s just… well, I’m not… I’m not pretty like your mates.”
Jax paused, the corners of her lips tugging down. “I ain’t never heard of no laoi girl what was worried about their looks.”
“What does that have to do with anything? I’m not a laoi,” Lynnria returned with a frown.
“Never mind that, Lynnria,” I said. “You don’t have to be intimidated, either. No one here started out pretty.”
“Aye,” Jax whispered affectionately, her hands beginning to move again. “Me least of all. Started from one, did I.”
Lynnria looked at her sharply, covering her mouth. “Really?”
“Don’t be so happy as that, girlie,” Jax growled. “I got better.”
“No, it’s just…” She looked at me, firming her resolve. “Okay, then.”
Jax smiled and began preparing to strip the girl in earnest, but once she got to her top, Lynnria stiffened and clutched the leather to herself.
“This stays on!” she said forcefully.
I nodded my understanding, recalling the pocket incident. “If that makes you more comfortable. But again, you don’t have to feel intimidated.”
Jax sent me a curious glance before focusing on the girl. “Be a fear I ain’t tasted yet,” she murmured absently.
Her petting slowed, as though trying to discover the source of Lynnria’s disquiet through touch alone. It did not take her long to find it. Before I could even think of how I might save the girl from her shame, Jax’s hand paused, hovering near but not quite touching the lesser Dolilim’s breast.
I expected her to admonish the girl for being silly. Neither of my other lilim had been particularly well—or at all—endowed, so it was not like this was unfamiliar territory for any of us. However, to my surprise, Jax backed off.
“The top stays,” she agreed.
Then she met my eyes. The look was brief but full of meaning. She had sensed something. Something that warranted a conversation. But not now. Later. Away from the others.
I inclined my head, agreeing with both the spoken and the unspoken message. I did not know what she could have discovered that I did not already know, but I trusted her instincts.
Lynnria sagged with relief.
“That’s enough talk, I think,” I said as I came to my feet.
Tired as the metaphor is, it is no less true that most people are a lot like onions, replete with layers and all the rest. The tragedy of it all is that everyone seems to think themselves unique in this. Or worse, they forget that no matter how deeply you peel, an onion is still an onion.
This specific garden vegetable was proving to be quite the little bundle of contradictions. She was cocksure yet uncertain, a warrior from an apparently sorcerous background, and maintained a bearing that screamed of a pampered upbringing. Yet her sport was as violent as they came.
So it was less surprising than it probably should have been to discover that a person who was so sexually aggressive would also turn out to be a virgin. Though, whether she now acknowledged them or not, her roots as a laoi helped to explain some of that. She acted like a young boy trying to put on a tough face for her more-experienced peers.
And yet, even in this she was proving true to form by showing a sensitivity about her body. Just like a girl.
Or human girls, anyway. Alright, maybe not all of them. That would be a bit reductive.
Never mind.
The point is, I did not know what to make of her. But I could at least make certain she was at ease.
“Shall I take the lead?” I asked.
She swallowed. “That isn’t… N-normally the woman does that. Right? But… Well… I—I guess it’d be okay. If you want.”
I caught Jax rolling her eyes from over the girl’s shoulder before she dipped out of sight to peel the leather away from her legs. Lynnria let out a cute, little squeak of surprise, and briefly covered herself before straightening again, feigning a degree of confidence.
She need not have worried. Her legs were easily her best feature, and seeing the lines of hard-won muscle working beneath her soft skin was a treat. She was even wearing panties!
Which… I probably should have expected. But Jax had never owned a pair, and if Arx had been wearing any prior to stripping herself half-naked in that goblin battle way back when, I had never had the pleasure. Nor could I expect to any time soon. As Dolilim, their preference was commando. At best.
Still, there was something to be said for a nice set of lingerie that spoke to male sensibilities. What that is specifically is hard to pin down. Perhaps the variety? The different designs and colors one might discover? And combined with the unknown and forbidden nature of it all?
Whatever the cause, hers were a simple model, favoring practicality over enticement. They were just a bit of white cloth protecting the sensitive skin beneath from rubbing against her tight leathers, then secured with a pair of strings at her hip-line.
However, if they had ever been intended to protect her modesty, they had failed spectacularly. Lynnria might just have invented a new barroom favorite—if that sort of thing existed on this world. The wet pantie competition.
Hers were so soaked through, I could see near every contour of the cleft between her legs. I could smell her, too. Now exposed to the air, her aroma had exploded into the room, announcing her presence as clearly as a master of ceremonies.
Or that was how it seemed to me. No one else seemed to react.
Her scent was… smoky. Acrid, in a way.
And familiar. It was still a little unsettling to me how sensitive I was becoming to that sort of thing, but I now realized I had been picking up traces of her intermingling with the others since waking up. From what Mia had told me, it was Life Energy I was sensing, so did that mean Lynnria’s… discharge contained it like the others?
It was possible. I would have to sample her to be certain, but one thing I could say was that Lynnria’s did not call to me quite like the others’ did, nor could I put into words precisely what was so different about it. Still, I did wonder: what might she taste like to give off a scent like that?
My manhood pulsed back to life at the thought, still sore and aching like the well-used muscle it was. Still, I did not allow my impulses to rule me. Her body might have been more than ready for me to do whatever I liked to her, but her spirit had yet to settle. This needed a delicate touch.
I took a step forward.
“Oh, Hands…” she whimpered. Trembling. Her eyes raking over every inch of me but mostly at the length beginning to protrude from my center. Unconsciously, she stumbled back, right into Jax’s arms.
“Easy now, lassie,” she murmured, gently encircling the girl’s biceps with her clawed digits. A low growl rumbled out of her throat, almost like a contented lioness. “Don’t pop afore he even touches ye.”
“I—I…” she gasped, starting to hyperventilate. Her eyes were beginning to shine with unshed tears. “Oh, Hands!”
I let the corner of my mouth tug upward, savoring her near uncontrollable excitement. My second step put me close enough that she had to crane her neck upward to look at me. Her eyes were wide, her breathing uncontrolled and frantic.
Slowly, I began tracing up the side of her with my fingertips. Feeling the slight protrusion at her hip bone, but leaving the cord that secured her panties alone for now. Letting my fingers dance up through the all-but-invisible hair at her wrists, up and over the leather still encasing her arms. Briefly intertwining with Jax’s—her own eyes raking over me like molten suns.
My finger’s path soon rounded Lynnria’s shoulder. I hesitated there a moment, drawing out the tension. Letting my eyes entangle with hers. Reveling in their liquid pools of anticipation. Without her even noticing, I had cupped the back of her neck, and ever-so-gently pulled her toward me.
The second I did, her panting redoubled, so fast now, I was afraid she might pass out. Every exhale was accompanied by little moans of excitement, as if she were caught somewhere between a cry of exultation and a scream. I could feel them beating against my face. Warm. Excited. Wanting.
Our lips met. Only for the very briefest of moments.
Then she jerked away, contorting and writhing against Jax’s support, but her face told the tale more than her body ever could. She did not cry out nor wail her pleasure. Her wind had locked itself away while she seized.
“Told ye, I did,” my First chided her softly. “Yer head’ll melt afore long, ye keep on like that.”
I chuckled, more entertained than anything. I was beginning to see why Arx had delighted in teasing me so much when we had first met. “It’s alright. Let her enjoy herself.”
“Sorry,” Lynnria gasped after she had regathered some semblance of herself. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Jax snorted with some derision, then began to guide the girl’s half-limp form toward the bed. “Sorry, nothing. We ain’t done with ye yet. Not til we’ve made a proper woman of ye, least-ways.”
Lynnria landed on the mattress with something close to a sob. “Oh, Hands!”
“You keep saying that,” I said, my fingers lightly circling her knee. Playing with it almost as if it were something else. Something I would rather be touching. “I can stop any time. We can take this slow. Or as fast and hard as you like. But you need to tell me what you want.”
“What I want?” she repeated, her voice near breaking.
I closed my eyes briefly and smiled. “Ask and ye shall receive.”
She stared at me uncertainly for a handful of seconds, still breathing hard enough, you would think she had just sprinted a mile.
“Am—?” She swallowed back the question.
There was an almost rabid fear in her eyes. She quaked with it almost as much as from the lust ravaging her body. But she was a brave girl.
“Tell me I’m good enough. I want you tell me I’m good enough. For you.”
I considered her for a moment. It would have been a strange request were it not for how dismissively I had treated her when we had first met, but with all we had gone through, my attitude about the girl had evolved a great deal. So much so, I was almost inclined to answer flippantly. And I would have were it not for that look I seen in her eyes. There was more here than what appeared on the surface. This was no simple insecurity.
No. Her eyes were telling a tale of deep pain. An old wound. Which should not have existed in a face so young.
I glanced at Jax.
She inclined her head in just the same way I had. Whatever this was, it was related to what she had sensed earlier. It could have even been tied to the issue Lynnria had spoken of—the one with her Core—but that might have been stretching things too far. However, I saw no need to press her. That would come when it needed to.
And sometimes flippant answers are the best ones.
“Of course, you are,” I said easily. “You were good enough to survive that maze, weren’t you? You didn’t flinch or cower when we fought back the golem. When we had to run for our lives, you may have faltered, but you got back up. And you kept getting up. Even when you thought you couldn’t. Not everyone has that sort of mettle.”
I paused there a moment. All of that was true and important. But she had asked whether she was good enough for me. If I really wanted to answer the girl, I needed to consider my deeper feelings. However, there was an established order to these sorts of things. If I said too much too soon, the lilim would go ballistic, so some care was required.
Then a peculiar little memory burbled to the surface, and I knew just what to say.
“No one who cared enough to weep when they thought I was dead could ever be anything less in my book,” I said significantly, in the hope she would read between the lines, but she only glanced away—from all appearances, embarrassed at having been caught out in a moment of weakness.
Arx’s restless pacing about the room halted briefly, and she shot me a mischievous little grin before turning away. “Sorry, go on.”
At least someone picked up on the subtext. I would have to content myself with that for now. Plus, the bit of levity was a breath of fresh air. It felt like things were getting too serious in here.
I hiked a thumb toward her. “Besides, these two would have never let you get so far if they didn’t see at least some potential. So, my answer is yes. You are most assuredly good enough for me, Fatespear Lynnria.”
“Donum Lynnria,” she corrected me fiercely.
“Donum Lynnria,” I agreed, a faint smile on my lips.
Her expression slowly morphed into a mirror of my own, but magnified a thousand times. Intense relief, an almost manic joy, and fierce anticipation warred for supremacy there. All punctuated by the single, shining tear just beginning to roll its way down the side of her cheek.
“Then I want you to prove it,” she said, her voice ragged. “Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face. Show me I’m good enough. I want you to make me a woman. Your woman!”
My cock roared to life fully at those words. Hard and hungry. The aching and soreness melted away, forgotten. It demanded action.
This little virgin had some serious balls to call me out after all that. She wanted proof I was more than just a pretty face, did she? Well, then.
“So be it.”
The words had scarcely left my lips than I heard a gasp escape from Jax. Her knees hit the floor almost instantly, one of her shadow clones nearly coming unstuck from her on the way down. A moment later, Arx came to a stumbling halt, and she had to put her back to the wall to support herself. Lynnria looked at them in confusion before focusing on me once more, wondering. Her eyes began to widen as some inkling of what was about to happen set in.
The Hammer of Glory thrummed through my body. Screaming to be unleashed. Used. Ravaging any and all that crossed my path.
Yet I held still as a statue. I had become good at that, to the point I no longer even needed to think about it. I did not need to move at all, if I did not want to. Everything I did was deliberate.
I simply waited while the duet of aching want filled the room with its melody. Rising in pitch. Calling to me.
“W-well?” Lynnria said finally, still fronting her challenge.
I restrained my smirk. Bravado was the shield of the ignorant, but to rip it away too suddenly would teach her nothing. My right arm lifted with a smooth purpose, graceful as it was slow, and with a calculated gesture, I allowed the third finger on my hand to just graze the skin above her knee.
She jerked as though slashed from a blade fresh from the forge, the move accompanied by a renewed chorus of moans from all sides. I waited until just before she had regained control of herself before striking again. And then again, much sooner than before. This time a long and smooth caress up the side of her thigh.
Her body twisted uncontrollably as unbelievable pleasure mounted within her, rising as I neared her center, and all from nothing more than a simple touch. A brush against her skin. If she had any doubts about the quality of the meal before her, she was being thoroughly disabused of them now.
But we had barely even gotten to the appetizers.
Suddenly impatient, I grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to me, ripping a guttural howl from her lungs. Then I took the drawstring of her panties in hand and, with a quick tug, flung the garment away. There I paused, waiting for her to come back to herself.
One only ever got one first time. I wanted hers to be something she was at least capable of remembering.
I took that handful of seconds to gaze upon my conquest. Her cleft was as puffy and swollen as any I had ever seen. Her fluids were already oozing from her in a near continuous stream, and I could see the rhythm of her heartbeat playing out along the contours of her lips. Opening and closing. Letting me see brief glimpses of the pink within.
My mouth began to water in earnest. She hardly needed any more foreplay, but… perhaps one quick taste. Just for curiosity’s sake.
I knelt down, but before I touched her, I switching the Hammer to only bring comfort. Then I smoothly encircled her thighs with my arms. She seemed to sigh into my embrace. The tension that had been mounting within her every muscle gave way, relaxing to the point of bonelessness in my arms.
“Hands preserve me,” she moaned faintly. “I never dreamed it could be feel so wonderful. How are you so good at this?”
Good? I had barely even started. Everything so far was mostly just me playing around. Then again…
“I get a lot of practice,” I admitted wryly.
If she had thought to say anything else, I would never know. Without any more warning than that, I slapped my tongue against her mound and dragged it with excruciating slowness up and into her, allowing it to dance and wriggle its way through—and pumping every ounce of pleasure I could into her.
Her claws instantly slammed into the mattress where it pierced through the lining and into the fluff beneath. There she held, clutching away as though we were again caught in the reversed-gravity trap. Her back arched in kind, helplessly thrust up and into the air by the force of her own orgasmic spasming. And again, her breathing locked up. Only the occasional choking gasp could be heard from her tortured lungs.
One single lick done, I let her loose and stood.
While I watched her coming down from the sudden maelstrom I had unleashed through her body, I considered the tasting notes of her femininity… strange a thought as that was. Hers was a dry flavor—as in the opposite of sweet—and very unlike my two lilim. Which is not to say it was unpleasant, but it also did not taste like food. More like… sawdust? I nodded as I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth. There was an earthiness to her. And with just a hint of smoke. Like a mescal, perhaps.
Hmm, another one like alcohol. Is that a thing with women?
I discarded that thought almost immediately. Arx tasted like fruit and cream, not some high-proof spirit. But then… she had originated from an entirely different kind than Jax and Lynnria.
I expelled a puff of air through my nose. Wouldn’t that be interesting. I would need to expand my sample size to confirm it, but if the different species also trended toward different flavor profiles… well, that would give me some motivation toward maintaining a diverse stable, at least.
Not that I cared over much for thinking of women that way, but who knew what the future might hold?
In any case, Lynnria’s flavor was terribly underdeveloped. If there was any Life in it at all, it was barely detectable. Less even than a spritz of aperol on the side of a glass. Which was a bit disappointing, but not unexpected. She had only been a lesser Dolilim for a couple of hours and starved out of her mind not fifteen minutes ago. I would need to give her some time before passing judgment.
About then, I felt a touch on my leg and, when I glanced down, I found Jax there. On her hands and knees like a supplicant.
“Take her,” she crooned softly, before running her tongue along the back of my knee. “Slack yer desire. Let me feel it, my master.”
“No!” Arx shouted tremulously. She was holding her hand out toward me like she wanted to approach but seemed too weak to stand. “Make her beg? Please?”
I smiled gently, and for a moment, I stroked the top of Jax’s head, running my fingers along the ridges of her horns. She leaned into my touch while a mask of contented bliss stole over her features. I had never tried channeling directly into these bony protrusions, but she was clearly loving it. And it was not long before she had wrapped her legs around my ankle and began slowly grinding her sex over top of my foot.
Which was kind of weird. But sexy as all hell.
There was a level of practicality to it, as well. Since the Hammer now worked through touch alone, there was no reason the other two could not enjoy it while I was otherwise occupied.
I glanced over at Arx and, with a smile, crooked my finger. Then I dismissed her, confident she would obey. It still rankled me to treat her that way, but I knew she enjoyed it. So I might as well give her a treat.
When my eyes returned to Lynnria, I found her watching me dreamily. And more than a little worried.
“Are you ready?” I asked while I traced my fingers along her thighs, soothing her still-quaking body.
She barely managed a nod. “Y-ye—“
“Good enough,” I murmured.
I took my girth in hand. By that point, I was as hard and solid as stone. I was uncertain whether I could be anything less while the Hammer was flowing, but even without it I would have been as stiff as a masthead. How could I not be? I had a gorgeous woman pleasuring herself on my leg. Another dragging herself across the floor just for the opportunity to touch my skin. And still a third spread out before me.
My life had become… well, to be frank, it had become a nightmarish hellscape. But one with certain perks.
“More than good enough.”
For a moment, I rested my length against her sensitive and near steaming folds. Ever so slowly, I dragged myself back, just watching her face. Delighting in the little twitches of uncontrolled pleasure contorting her brow despite the comfort of my ability. Savoring the growing anticipation mounting on her face.
Then we were aligned. Yet still I teased her. My cock drew little circles about her entrance, forcing an erratic little dance out of her hips as she sought to draw me in.
“P-please?”
Her plaintive cry drew my attention away from my game, and I looked up. Her voice had been so thin. With a tremulous little shake to it. She was frightened, I realized. Perhaps of what was to come. Or that I might still deny her.
“Please?” she said again, when I did nothing. And stronger this time. Tears were beginning to stream from her eyes.
I felt another hand circle my leg, signaling that Arx had just managed her pilgrimage across the floor. “Oh, that tastes wonderful. Thank you, Dearest,” she whispered, one cheek resting against the side of my knee and a dreamy sort of expression over her features.
I had not really intended to make Lynnria beg and, now that she had, I felt a little bad about it. Still, there were a lot of appetites in this room. It was nice to be appreciated.
“You’re welcome,” I said, and as with Jax, I ran a finger over her spiraling horns, drawing a gasping note of pleasure from her. They had grown a little overnight, and their curve had taken on an overall harp-like shape—with their tips just beginning to tilt upward.
She had grown into such an incredibly sexy woman since I had met her. However, dwelling on that was unfair to Lynnria. I did not want her to have to beg again.
It was time for the main event.
All through my teasing and play, I had been considering just how I wanted to approach this. I had never been entrusted with crafting a woman’s first time before. From what I had heard, many of them ended up as a disappointment. Either their chosen partner was too inexperienced, too unskilled, or too selfish to make it memorable.
Well. That, at least, was one statistic she would not have to worry about.
“Lynnria,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “whatever else happens, just remember: keep breathing.”
Her eyes instantly lit with panic. “Wha—?”
Then I was sliding inside of her.
I watched as her face transformed. Not from pleasure, nor even comfort. No, this I had decided was to be a moment of happiness. A celebration. An experience long remembered. Lynnria’s face was one of sheer awe, her eyes and mouth hanging wide. Tears flowed freely and unabated down her cheeks. The corners of her lips tugged upward, and a ragged sob of joy stole from her lungs as I sank to my base.
There I held for a long handful of seconds, enjoying her expression almost as much as I was enjoying the sensations I was feeling. Lynnria might not have been able to feed properly. Nor did she yet have any trace of horns. But her sex had awakened from the moment of my entry into a tool for extracting as much pleasure from a man as it possibly could.
It squeezed like a vise. It undulated in waves. It teased and taunted. But it could not capture. Not yet anyway.
A moment later, I began my first exodus. In the wake of my manhood, I left a searing pleasure. All three of the not-exactly-women cried out at the sudden change, Lynnria most of all. Her face had transformed again, this time into one of shocked betrayal. I had stolen her happiness away.
But she need not have worried. I would give it back. Again. And again.
Happiness. Then pleasure. In and out. Over and over.
Building. And building.
Lynnria writhed and bucked underneath me as her excitement mounted. Her eyes had gone vacant. Mad with joy and desire. What breaths she could manage came only as desperate gasps.
I had no idea how many times she climaxed. Or indeed, whether she did anything but. However for myself, I had yet to achieve the kind of resistance I might need to withstand a Dolilim for longer than a handful of minutes.
My own end came upon me before I knew it, inevitably stealing up my spine. Somewhere along the way, I lost control of my ability. All that was left was pleasure. Then more pleasure. Then still more.
Right as the tension reached the summit of the knife’s edge, Lynnria began to scream. Jax joined her voice to hers. Then Arx. Together moaning a chorus of ecstasies.
Then I broke. Pulse after pulse. Emptying myself within her.
As the last spasms of release weakened my knees, I all but collapsed atop her. For a moment, I just breathed. Watching her. The light of consciousness seemed to be just hanging on behind her eyes, so I decided to steal what remained of it in a kiss.
This time not to tease. A proper kiss.
The moment I did, the world around me seemed to fall away, and I was surrounded by a vast desert. A barren wasteland. No hills nor mounds marred its surface. Everything was flat to the very edges of the horizon.
But above me, clouds roiled and tumbled, dark and heavy with the coming storm. A fierce wind picked up. Eddies and currents of dirt twirled about my feet. Running faster. And faster. Until it blasted my face, peppering me with sand and grit.
Lightning suddenly flashed before me, blinding me with its brilliance, and a shockwave hit my chest. If I had truly existed within this place, I would have been thrown to the ground. Yet even so, for some seconds all I could see was the spiky afterimage it had burned into my retinas.
Like a tree of light.
Then the rain came. The world began to shake as life bloomed. Streams flowed. Mountains grew…
…And then someone knocked on the door.
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Lynnria’s gaze roved over my nakedness with abandon, snagging at seemingly random places. My brow. Down to my hands. Then back up to my jawline. Just the idea of what the next few minutes might contain was making her breath escape her like a dense fog, and I could see her tongue playing with one of her elongated canines through her parted lips.
“He’s a sight, ain’t he?” Jax whispered as she lightly traced up and down the girl’s arms with the backs of her claws. “Every day, I think there ne’er could be a more beautiful man, and then he gains a Layer. I envy ye, lassie. Ye’d best be about this while I’m feeling generous.”
Lynnria nodded faintly, though whether she heard the red-head was debatable. She seemed entranced.
Jax grinned before shooting me a knowing glance from the corner of her eye. “I be thinking she’s ready, Master.”
I pursed my lips suspiciously. “You didn’t do anything to her, did you?”
“Only a little,” she said as though hurt. But from the way she was beginning to move, twisting and rubbing herself up against Lynnria’s side, I knew she was hardly contrite. If anything, she was getting off on this. “Just to settle her. We all got a first time. ‘Sides, I can nay push what ain’t already there.”
“Yes, I know. But with my aura…” I paused. “Wait. Did you say first—?“
Whatever Jax had been doing, it had not been enough to bewitch the girl completely. Before I could finish, Lynnria’s eyes suddenly cleared, and a strangled mewl of protest burbled out of her throat.
“No! She didn’t. I’ve done it lots of times! I—I mean… m-maybe never with a… with a uh… But I have a tool! At home.”
I stared at her, my left eyebrow slowly creeping upward. Is this girl actually trying to argue that masturbation counts?
“Tool? What kind of tool?” Arx asked with what I would normally describe as a slightly too-keen interest—in an ordinary woman. But she quickly turned away, apparently having heard an inaudible reply. It seemed my Faen had jumped heads again. “They do? Why didn’t anybody ever—? Don’t be that way about it, Mia. I can’t be expected to ask about things I’ve never even… Because it sounds fun, that’s why. That’s exactly the kind of thing I was looking for when I came down to laoi territory in the first place!” There was a brief pause and then she continued in a more sedate tone, “Hmm, no. I suppose you’re right.”
She sighed heavily before starting up a restless pacing about the room. Going from Arx’s slumped shoulders, her random nods, and the drained expression slowly creeping over her features, Mia had decided that now was a perfect time to start in with another of her lengthy skill-up announcements. I pitied her.
Lynnria rubbed her palms down her hips apprehensively. “Maybe we should wait. Don’t we need her for this?”
That sounded reasonable enough to me, but Arx quickly shot us a thumbs up. “She says you’re nut butter. And good to go. Just complete the ritual, and the rest will take care of its—” She looked away, shrugging with feigned innocence. “Because that’s what you said!”
Lynnria grimaced. Her eyes darted about as though searching for an escape, but inevitably, they would catch on me again and hold for a long moment before liberating themselves. And each time they were caught, it seemed to take more effort to tear them away.
Before long, Jax continued her delicate petting and, I had little doubt, her ethically ambiguous soothing efforts. “That’s a way, lassie. Lose yer ownself to it. Let it settle ye. No need to be skittish.”
As she talked, Jax began to loosen random buckles and unfasten buttons.
“Look, Lynnria,” I assured her, talking fast. Jax was going to have the lesser Dolilim completely stripped before long. “If this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, that’s perfectly fine. We can wait as long as you like. I’m already very satisfied as it is, so don’t think you need to do anything on my account.”
She shook her head. “No, I want to! It’s just… well, I’m not… I’m not pretty like your mates.”
Jax paused, the corners of her lips tugging down. “I ain’t never heard of no laoi girl what was worried about their looks.”
“What does that have to do with anything? I’m not a laoi,” Lynnria returned with a frown.
“Never mind that, Lynnria,” I said. “You don’t have to be intimidated, either. No one here started out pretty.”
“Aye,” Jax whispered affectionately, her hands beginning to move again. “Me least of all. Started from one, did I.”
Lynnria looked at her sharply, covering her mouth. “Really?”
“Don’t be so happy as that, girlie,” Jax growled. “I got better.”
“No, it’s just…” She looked at me, firming her resolve. “Okay, then.”
Jax smiled and began preparing to strip the girl in earnest, but once she got to her top, Lynnria stiffened and clutched the leather to herself.
“This stays on!” she said forcefully.
I nodded my understanding, recalling the pocket incident. “If that makes you more comfortable. But again, you don’t have to feel intimidated.”
Jax sent me a curious glance before focusing on the girl. “Be a fear I ain’t tasted yet,” she murmured absently.
Her petting slowed, as though trying to discover the source of Lynnria’s disquiet through touch alone. It did not take her long to find it. Before I could even think of how I might save the girl from her shame, Jax’s hand paused, hovering near but not quite touching the lesser Dolilim’s breast.
I expected her to admonish the girl for being silly. Neither of my other lilim had been particularly well—or at all—endowed, so it was not like this was unfamiliar territory for any of us. However, to my surprise, Jax backed off.
“The top stays,” she agreed.
Then she met my eyes. The look was brief but full of meaning. She had sensed something. Something that warranted a conversation. But not now. Later. Away from the others.
I inclined my head, agreeing with both the spoken and the unspoken message. I did not know what she could have discovered that I did not already know, but I trusted her instincts.
Lynnria sagged with relief.
“That’s enough talk, I think,” I said as I came to my feet.
Tired as the metaphor is, it is no less true that most people are a lot like onions, replete with layers and all the rest. The tragedy of it all is that everyone seems to think themselves unique in this. Or worse, they forget that no matter how deeply you peel, an onion is still an onion.
This specific garden vegetable was proving to be quite the little bundle of contradictions. She was cocksure yet uncertain, a warrior from an apparently sorcerous background, and maintained a bearing that screamed of a pampered upbringing. Yet her sport was as violent as they came.
So it was less surprising than it probably should have been to discover that a person who was so sexually aggressive would also turn out to be a virgin. Though, whether she now acknowledged them or not, her roots as a laoi helped to explain some of that. She acted like a young boy trying to put on a tough face for her more-experienced peers.
And yet, even in this she was proving true to form by showing a sensitivity about her body. Just like a girl.
Or human girls, anyway. Alright, maybe not all of them. That would be a bit reductive.
Never mind.
The point is, I did not know what to make of her. But I could at least make certain she was at ease.
“Shall I take the lead?” I asked.
She swallowed. “That isn’t… N-normally the woman does that. Right? But… Well… I—I guess it’d be okay. If you want.”
I caught Jax rolling her eyes from over the girl’s shoulder before she dipped out of sight to peel the leather away from her legs. Lynnria let out a cute, little squeak of surprise, and briefly covered herself before straightening again, feigning a degree of confidence.
She need not have worried. Her legs were easily her best feature, and seeing the lines of hard-won muscle working beneath her soft skin was a treat. She was even wearing panties!
Which… I probably should have expected. But Jax had never owned a pair, and if Arx had been wearing any prior to stripping herself half-naked in that goblin battle way back when, I had never had the pleasure. Nor could I expect to any time soon. As Dolilim, their preference was commando. At best.
Still, there was something to be said for a nice set of lingerie that spoke to male sensibilities. What that is specifically is hard to pin down. Perhaps the variety? The different designs and colors one might discover? And combined with the unknown and forbidden nature of it all?
Whatever the cause, hers were a simple model, favoring practicality over enticement. They were just a bit of white cloth protecting the sensitive skin beneath from rubbing against her tight leathers, then secured with a pair of strings at her hip-line.
However, if they had ever been intended to protect her modesty, they had failed spectacularly. Lynnria might just have invented a new barroom favorite—if that sort of thing existed on this world. The wet pantie competition.
Hers were so soaked through, I could see near every contour of the cleft between her legs. I could smell her, too. Now exposed to the air, her aroma had exploded into the room, announcing her presence as clearly as a master of ceremonies.
Or that was how it seemed to me. No one else seemed to react.
Her scent was… smoky. Acrid, in a way.
And familiar. It was still a little unsettling to me how sensitive I was becoming to that sort of thing, but I now realized I had been picking up traces of her intermingling with the others since waking up. From what Mia had told me, it was Life Energy I was sensing, so did that mean Lynnria’s… discharge contained it like the others?
It was possible. I would have to sample her to be certain, but one thing I could say was that Lynnria’s did not call to me quite like the others’ did, nor could I put into words precisely what was so different about it. Still, I did wonder: what might she taste like to give off a scent like that?
My manhood pulsed back to life at the thought, still sore and aching like the well-used muscle it was. Still, I did not allow my impulses to rule me. Her body might have been more than ready for me to do whatever I liked to her, but her spirit had yet to settle. This needed a delicate touch.
I took a step forward.
“Oh, Hands…” she whimpered. Trembling. Her eyes raking over every inch of me but mostly at the length beginning to protrude from my center. Unconsciously, she stumbled back, right into Jax’s arms.
“Easy now, lassie,” she murmured, gently encircling the girl’s biceps with her clawed digits. A low growl rumbled out of her throat, almost like a contented lioness. “Don’t pop afore he even touches ye.”
“I—I…” she gasped, starting to hyperventilate. Her eyes were beginning to shine with unshed tears. “Oh, Hands!”
I let the corner of my mouth tug upward, savoring her near uncontrollable excitement. My second step put me close enough that she had to crane her neck upward to look at me. Her eyes were wide, her breathing uncontrolled and frantic.
Slowly, I began tracing up the side of her with my fingertips. Feeling the slight protrusion at her hip bone, but leaving the cord that secured her panties alone for now. Letting my fingers dance up through the all-but-invisible hair at her wrists, up and over the leather still encasing her arms. Briefly intertwining with Jax’s—her own eyes raking over me like molten suns.
My finger’s path soon rounded Lynnria’s shoulder. I hesitated there a moment, drawing out the tension. Letting my eyes entangle with hers. Reveling in their liquid pools of anticipation. Without her even noticing, I had cupped the back of her neck, and ever-so-gently pulled her toward me.
The second I did, her panting redoubled, so fast now, I was afraid she might pass out. Every exhale was accompanied by little moans of excitement, as if she were caught somewhere between a cry of exultation and a scream. I could feel them beating against my face. Warm. Excited. Wanting.
Our lips met. Only for the very briefest of moments.
Then she jerked away, contorting and writhing against Jax’s support, but her face told the tale more than her body ever could. She did not cry out nor wail her pleasure. Her wind had locked itself away while she seized.
“Told ye, I did,” my First chided her softly. “Yer head’ll melt afore long, ye keep on like that.”
I chuckled, more entertained than anything. I was beginning to see why Arx had delighted in teasing me so much when we had first met. “It’s alright. Let her enjoy herself.”
“Sorry,” Lynnria gasped after she had regathered some semblance of herself. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Jax snorted with some derision, then began to guide the girl’s half-limp form toward the bed. “Sorry, nothing. We ain’t done with ye yet. Not til we’ve made a proper woman of ye, least-ways.”
Lynnria landed on the mattress with something close to a sob. “Oh, Hands!”
“You keep saying that,” I said, my fingers lightly circling her knee. Playing with it almost as if it were something else. Something I would rather be touching. “I can stop any time. We can take this slow. Or as fast and hard as you like. But you need to tell me what you want.”
“What I want?” she repeated, her voice near breaking.
I closed my eyes briefly and smiled. “Ask and ye shall receive.”
She stared at me uncertainly for a handful of seconds, still breathing hard enough, you would think she had just sprinted a mile.
“Am—?” She swallowed back the question.
There was an almost rabid fear in her eyes. She quaked with it almost as much as from the lust ravaging her body. But she was a brave girl.
“Tell me I’m good enough. I want you tell me I’m good enough. For you.”
I considered her for a moment. It would have been a strange request were it not for how dismissively I had treated her when we had first met, but with all we had gone through, my attitude about the girl had evolved a great deal. So much so, I was almost inclined to answer flippantly. And I would have were it not for that look I seen in her eyes. There was more here than what appeared on the surface. This was no simple insecurity.
No. Her eyes were telling a tale of deep pain. An old wound. Which should not have existed in a face so young.
I glanced at Jax.
She inclined her head in just the same way I had. Whatever this was, it was related to what she had sensed earlier. It could have even been tied to the issue Lynnria had spoken of—the one with her Core—but that might have been stretching things too far. However, I saw no need to press her. That would come when it needed to.
And sometimes flippant answers are the best ones.
“Of course, you are,” I said easily. “You were good enough to survive that maze, weren’t you? You didn’t flinch or cower when we fought back the golem. When we had to run for our lives, you may have faltered, but you got back up. And you kept getting up. Even when you thought you couldn’t. Not everyone has that sort of mettle.”
I paused there a moment. All of that was true and important. But she had asked whether she was good enough for me. If I really wanted to answer the girl, I needed to consider my deeper feelings. However, there was an established order to these sorts of things. If I said too much too soon, the lilim would go ballistic, so some care was required.
Then a peculiar little memory burbled to the surface, and I knew just what to say.
“No one who cared enough to weep when they thought I was dead could ever be anything less in my book,” I said significantly, in the hope she would read between the lines, but she only glanced away—from all appearances, embarrassed at having been caught out in a moment of weakness.
Arx’s restless pacing about the room halted briefly, and she shot me a mischievous little grin before turning away. “Sorry, go on.”
At least someone picked up on the subtext. I would have to content myself with that for now. Plus, the bit of levity was a breath of fresh air. It felt like things were getting too serious in here.
I hiked a thumb toward her. “Besides, these two would have never let you get so far if they didn’t see at least some potential. So, my answer is yes. You are most assuredly good enough for me, Fatespear Lynnria.”
“Donum Lynnria,” she corrected me fiercely.
“Donum Lynnria,” I agreed, a faint smile on my lips.
Her expression slowly morphed into a mirror of my own, but magnified a thousand times. Intense relief, an almost manic joy, and fierce anticipation warred for supremacy there. All punctuated by the single, shining tear just beginning to roll its way down the side of her cheek.
“Then I want you to prove it,” she said, her voice ragged. “Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face. Show me I’m good enough. I want you to make me a woman. Your woman!”
My cock roared to life fully at those words. Hard and hungry. The aching and soreness melted away, forgotten. It demanded action.
This little virgin had some serious balls to call me out after all that. She wanted proof I was more than just a pretty face, did she? Well, then.
“So be it.”
The words had scarcely left my lips than I heard a gasp escape from Jax. Her knees hit the floor almost instantly, one of her shadow clones nearly coming unstuck from her on the way down. A moment later, Arx came to a stumbling halt, and she had to put her back to the wall to support herself. Lynnria looked at them in confusion before focusing on me once more, wondering. Her eyes began to widen as some inkling of what was about to happen set in.
The Hammer of Glory thrummed through my body. Screaming to be unleashed. Used. Ravaging any and all that crossed my path.
Yet I held still as a statue. I had become good at that, to the point I no longer even needed to think about it. I did not need to move at all, if I did not want to. Everything I did was deliberate.
I simply waited while the duet of aching want filled the room with its melody. Rising in pitch. Calling to me.
“W-well?” Lynnria said finally, still fronting her challenge.
I restrained my smirk. Bravado was the shield of the ignorant, but to rip it away too suddenly would teach her nothing. My right arm lifted with a smooth purpose, graceful as it was slow, and with a calculated gesture, I allowed the third finger on my hand to just graze the skin above her knee.
She jerked as though slashed from a blade fresh from the forge, the move accompanied by a renewed chorus of moans from all sides. I waited until just before she had regained control of herself before striking again. And then again, much sooner than before. This time a long and smooth caress up the side of her thigh.
Her body twisted uncontrollably as unbelievable pleasure mounted within her, rising as I neared her center, and all from nothing more than a simple touch. A brush against her skin. If she had any doubts about the quality of the meal before her, she was being thoroughly disabused of them now.
But we had barely even gotten to the appetizers.
Suddenly impatient, I grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to me, ripping a guttural howl from her lungs. Then I took the drawstring of her panties in hand and, with a quick tug, flung the garment away. There I paused, waiting for her to come back to herself.
One only ever got one first time. I wanted hers to be something she was at least capable of remembering.
I took that handful of seconds to gaze upon my conquest. Her cleft was as puffy and swollen as any I had ever seen. Her fluids were already oozing from her in a near continuous stream, and I could see the rhythm of her heartbeat playing out along the contours of her lips. Opening and closing. Letting me see brief glimpses of the pink within.
My mouth began to water in earnest. She hardly needed any more foreplay, but… perhaps one quick taste. Just for curiosity’s sake.
I knelt down, but before I touched her, I switching the Hammer to only bring comfort. Then I smoothly encircled her thighs with my arms. She seemed to sigh into my embrace. The tension that had been mounting within her every muscle gave way, relaxing to the point of bonelessness in my arms.
“Hands preserve me,” she moaned faintly. “I never dreamed it could be feel so wonderful. How are you so good at this?”
Good? I had barely even started. Everything so far was mostly just me playing around. Then again…
“I get a lot of practice,” I admitted wryly.
If she had thought to say anything else, I would never know. Without any more warning than that, I slapped my tongue against her mound and dragged it with excruciating slowness up and into her, allowing it to dance and wriggle its way through—and pumping every ounce of pleasure I could into her.
Her claws instantly slammed into the mattress where it pierced through the lining and into the fluff beneath. There she held, clutching away as though we were again caught in the reversed-gravity trap. Her back arched in kind, helplessly thrust up and into the air by the force of her own orgasmic spasming. And again, her breathing locked up. Only the occasional choking gasp could be heard from her tortured lungs.
One single lick done, I let her loose and stood.
While I watched her coming down from the sudden maelstrom I had unleashed through her body, I considered the tasting notes of her femininity… strange a thought as that was. Hers was a dry flavor—as in the opposite of sweet—and very unlike my two lilim. Which is not to say it was unpleasant, but it also did not taste like food. More like… sawdust? I nodded as I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth. There was an earthiness to her. And with just a hint of smoke. Like a mescal, perhaps.
Hmm, another one like alcohol. Is that a thing with women?
I discarded that thought almost immediately. Arx tasted like fruit and cream, not some high-proof spirit. But then… she had originated from an entirely different kind than Jax and Lynnria.
I expelled a puff of air through my nose. Wouldn’t that be interesting. I would need to expand my sample size to confirm it, but if the different species also trended toward different flavor profiles… well, that would give me some motivation toward maintaining a diverse stable, at least.
Not that I cared over much for thinking of women that way, but who knew what the future might hold?
In any case, Lynnria’s flavor was terribly underdeveloped. If there was any Life in it at all, it was barely detectable. Less even than a spritz of aperol on the side of a glass. Which was a bit disappointing, but not unexpected. She had only been a lesser Dolilim for a couple of hours and starved out of her mind not fifteen minutes ago. I would need to give her some time before passing judgment.
About then, I felt a touch on my leg and, when I glanced down, I found Jax there. On her hands and knees like a supplicant.
“Take her,” she crooned softly, before running her tongue along the back of my knee. “Slack yer desire. Let me feel it, my master.”
“No!” Arx shouted tremulously. She was holding her hand out toward me like she wanted to approach but seemed too weak to stand. “Make her beg? Please?”
I smiled gently, and for a moment, I stroked the top of Jax’s head, running my fingers along the ridges of her horns. She leaned into my touch while a mask of contented bliss stole over her features. I had never tried channeling directly into these bony protrusions, but she was clearly loving it. And it was not long before she had wrapped her legs around my ankle and began slowly grinding her sex over top of my foot.
Which was kind of weird. But sexy as all hell.
There was a level of practicality to it, as well. Since the Hammer now worked through touch alone, there was no reason the other two could not enjoy it while I was otherwise occupied.
I glanced over at Arx and, with a smile, crooked my finger. Then I dismissed her, confident she would obey. It still rankled me to treat her that way, but I knew she enjoyed it. So I might as well give her a treat.
When my eyes returned to Lynnria, I found her watching me dreamily. And more than a little worried.
“Are you ready?” I asked while I traced my fingers along her thighs, soothing her still-quaking body.
She barely managed a nod. “Y-ye—“
“Good enough,” I murmured.
I took my girth in hand. By that point, I was as hard and solid as stone. I was uncertain whether I could be anything less while the Hammer was flowing, but even without it I would have been as stiff as a masthead. How could I not be? I had a gorgeous woman pleasuring herself on my leg. Another dragging herself across the floor just for the opportunity to touch my skin. And still a third spread out before me.
My life had become… well, to be frank, it had become a nightmarish hellscape. But one with certain perks.
“More than good enough.”
For a moment, I rested my length against her sensitive and near steaming folds. Ever so slowly, I dragged myself back, just watching her face. Delighting in the little twitches of uncontrolled pleasure contorting her brow despite the comfort of my ability. Savoring the growing anticipation mounting on her face.
Then we were aligned. Yet still I teased her. My cock drew little circles about her entrance, forcing an erratic little dance out of her hips as she sought to draw me in.
“P-please?”
Her plaintive cry drew my attention away from my game, and I looked up. Her voice had been so thin. With a tremulous little shake to it. She was frightened, I realized. Perhaps of what was to come. Or that I might still deny her.
“Please?” she said again, when I did nothing. And stronger this time. Tears were beginning to stream from her eyes.
I felt another hand circle my leg, signaling that Arx had just managed her pilgrimage across the floor. “Oh, that tastes wonderful. Thank you, Dearest,” she whispered, one cheek resting against the side of my knee and a dreamy sort of expression over her features.
I had not really intended to make Lynnria beg and, now that she had, I felt a little bad about it. Still, there were a lot of appetites in this room. It was nice to be appreciated.
“You’re welcome,” I said, and as with Jax, I ran a finger over her spiraling horns, drawing a gasping note of pleasure from her. They had grown a little overnight, and their curve had taken on an overall harp-like shape—with their tips just beginning to tilt upward.
She had grown into such an incredibly sexy woman since I had met her. However, dwelling on that was unfair to Lynnria. I did not want her to have to beg again.
It was time for the main event.
All through my teasing and play, I had been considering just how I wanted to approach this. I had never been entrusted with crafting a woman’s first time before. From what I had heard, many of them ended up as a disappointment. Either their chosen partner was too inexperienced, too unskilled, or too selfish to make it memorable.
Well. That, at least, was one statistic she would not have to worry about.
“Lynnria,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, “whatever else happens, just remember: keep breathing.”
Her eyes instantly lit with panic. “Wha—?”
Then I was sliding inside of her.
I watched as her face transformed. Not from pleasure, nor even comfort. No, this I had decided was to be a moment of happiness. A celebration. An experience long remembered. Lynnria’s face was one of sheer awe, her eyes and mouth hanging wide. Tears flowed freely and unabated down her cheeks. The corners of her lips tugged upward, and a ragged sob of joy stole from her lungs as I sank to my base.
There I held for a long handful of seconds, enjoying her expression almost as much as I was enjoying the sensations I was feeling. Lynnria might not have been able to feed properly. Nor did she yet have any trace of horns. But her sex had awakened from the moment of my entry into a tool for extracting as much pleasure from a man as it possibly could.
It squeezed like a vise. It undulated in waves. It teased and taunted. But it could not capture. Not yet anyway.
A moment later, I began my first exodus. In the wake of my manhood, I left a searing pleasure. All three of the not-exactly-women cried out at the sudden change, Lynnria most of all. Her face had transformed again, this time into one of shocked betrayal. I had stolen her happiness away.
But she need not have worried. I would give it back. Again. And again.
Happiness. Then pleasure. In and out. Over and over.
Building. And building.
Lynnria writhed and bucked underneath me as her excitement mounted. Her eyes had gone vacant. Mad with joy and desire. What breaths she could manage came only as desperate gasps.
I had no idea how many times she climaxed. Or indeed, whether she did anything but. However for myself, I had yet to achieve the kind of resistance I might need to withstand a Dolilim for longer than a handful of minutes.
My own end came upon me before I knew it, inevitably stealing up my spine. Somewhere along the way, I lost control of my ability. All that was left was pleasure. Then more pleasure. Then still more.
Right as the tension reached the summit of the knife’s edge, Lynnria began to scream. Jax joined her voice to hers. Then Arx. Together moaning a chorus of ecstasies.
Then I broke. Pulse after pulse. Emptying myself within her.
As the last spasms of release weakened my knees, I all but collapsed atop her. For a moment, I just breathed. Watching her. The light of consciousness seemed to be just hanging on behind her eyes, so I decided to steal what remained of it in a kiss.
This time not to tease. A proper kiss.
The moment I did, the world around me seemed to fall away, and I was surrounded by a vast desert. A barren wasteland. No hills nor mounds marred its surface. Everything was flat to the very edges of the horizon.
But above me, clouds roiled and tumbled, dark and heavy with the coming storm. A fierce wind picked up. Eddies and currents of dirt twirled about my feet. Running faster. And faster. Until it blasted my face, peppering me with sand and grit.
Lightning suddenly flashed before me, blinding me with its brilliance, and a shockwave hit my chest. If I had truly existed within this place, I would have been thrown to the ground. Yet even so, for some seconds all I could see was the spiky afterimage it had burned into my retinas.
Like a tree of light.
Then the rain came. The world began to shake as life bloomed. Streams flowed. Mountains grew…
…And then someone knocked on the door.
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