"What the fuck...", I mutter under my breath, if I concentrate on the faces of these people walking on the streets, then I can say that I have seen them before, several times,
It is as if these people have been taken from the same mold, but dressed differently, but, if I concentrate on the amount of primordial energy that each one contains, it is always different.
This doesn't seem to be important, but I'd better make a mental note in case something happens.
It doesn't seem to be something that affects me, but, maybe I can ask vaguely about it with this topic, even so, it's not the time to think about this.
It's getting dark, I'd better go back...
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It is late at night, it has been several days since I finished reading all the books Charles gave me, the coin with strange engraved drawings is hidden in one of my pockets and I walk quietly back to my room.
Even at this moment it is raining, I squint my eyes with some confusion, Is it possible that it can rain for so long in a row?
"My lord...", As I walk through the corridors back to my room a familiar voice makes me stop, Kamila's quick footsteps are heard and she quickly reaches my position.
"My lord, hmph...", Kamila makes a slight noise, she seems to have something to tell me, her breathing is a little more agitated than usual, the primordial energy in her body is half of what it used to be, turning my head to look at her I can see her face a little pale.
"I have something for you, Can we come in?", Kamila murmurs pointing to my room, I nod my head and simply walk back.
Kamila seems a little different today, her usual animosity is gone, instead, she seems more like a calm and quiet woman.
Somehow, this way of acting of Kamila seems a little more charming to me, she is a good girl, although her maid clothes are a little dirty, Maybe I should tell her to take a bath?
...
After closing the door, my ears can quickly pick up as Kamila hurriedly walks to a corner.
Somehow I feel strange, a slight chill runs through my heart, a stale feeling returns, the scent of the room slightly sweet, curiously I turn around to see what Kamila is doing.
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Silence... I can see her, a forgotten face, wrinkled, time has ravaged her skin and the sun has burned her youth, long hair of which the black has faded and a smile that reflects the pain of her soul and yet she smiles.
That old feeling poisons my blood, makes my mind hesitate, makes my soul resonate with an old song, I feel like a naked baby, unable to do anything, unable to defend itself.
I can see her back slightly hunched from tiredness, the clothes with a classic and indescribable smell that cover her, the slightly pink and white tones, the hesitation in her voice still impossible to fully remember invades my mind.
For a moment my mind gets lost in that image superimposed on Kamila's figure.
I squint my eyes, a slight warmth passes over my face and into my heart, the image of that person lasts for a second, it fades so fast I barely notice it and I can only see Kamila, standing, smiling, holding what looks like a birthday cake in her hands.
She takes a step forward, my heart skips a beat, I try to remember something that has come back to me, like a person that existed but that I have forgotten, it is as if I am about to remember her but at the same time I am not.
As I slightly lower my head, Kamila has had enough time to come to stand in front of me.
"My lord, today is the October 20th... your birthday, I mean... Congratulations!...", Kamila speaks in a low voice, Or is it just my perception?, somehow I feel her voice far away, as if she was dozens of meters away from me
For a moment I looked at her, October 20th, Is today really my birthday?, I try to remember, but, it's useless, I don't remember the date of my birthday, it's been so long since something like this happened to me that...
You know, I mean it's been so long since I've seen anything, anything even remotely resembling a birthday cake.
The birthday candle on top of the cake that Kamila is holding flutters slightly in the wind, it's as if it's going to be extinguished in the next moment.
What should I do?, my memories are clear, I should blow out the candle and make a wish according to tradition, so, Why is it so hard to even move?
I feel unable to move, maybe because of the memory or maybe because I have a birthday cake in front of me after so long, my body does not react.
"Just blow out that stupid candle and get it over with!!!", I tell myself, however my body does not obey my commands, I feel as if I am going to confess my feelings to the girl I like, useless, incapable, impossible.
"My lord...", Kamila blinks her eyes, she comes a step closer, she is a few centimeters away from me, I can feel the warmth of the candle flame, Kamila's breathing is a little agitated.
"My lord, Did I do something wrong?", Kamila asks me, this time her voice fills a tone of sadness, her eyes begin to glow, as she watches me expectantly, consciously or not she raises the cake, it's as if she expects my simple breathing to extinguish the candle.
Why can't I blow out the damn candle," I grit my teeth as I curse myself inside my mind... I, maybe trying to punch that cake out of my sight might trigger my body to react.
I clench my right fist, my hand shakes, I'm going to punch that fucking cake so it won't confuse my mind.
I take a shaky breath as some part of me says not to, however, before I can do anything, Kamila drops the cake on the floor.
Kamila lets out a light moan, a slight mental needle pierces my heart, the birthday cake falls slowly and the candle flame struggles to exist
Pieces of the cake scatter as the candle goes out as it hits the floor, a few of Kamila's tears glisten in the air as she rushes over to hug me.
"I'm.. I'm sorry", Kamila murmurs, but, Why?, I don't understand, my body still doesn't respond to some of the commands my brain sends.
I can feel Kamila's tears hitting my neck, sliding down my skin, and giving me back control over me.
My cheeks are hot, my eyes cloudy, it's raining, not outside but, on top of my face.
As Kamila hugs me tightly, my breathing quickens, an old memory comes to my mind.
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"Come on, make a wish, You can make it!, your mother I am so proud of you, she put all her love into this, then, Why, Why are you crying?"
...
I squint, the memory is hazy, something from the past, something buried in my mind for my own good.
Almost of my own volition my body moves, my arms wrap around Kamila's body already pressing her against me, enjoying her scent, the feeling of having your body against mine, her silhouette, every strand of her hair caressing my right cheek.
I feel like an idiot, I want to do it, I want her to stop crying, I want to hug her and make her happy, somehow I want this, but, Why?
When did this girl get so deep into my heart?
I can't understand it, maybe I'm really a sentimental fool or a teenager with high hormones, but, I really want to feel Kamila's body touching mine, I want to see her smile happily, I want to feel the softness of her hair touching my bare skin, her breath close to mine, the intoxicating perfume emanating from every centimeter of her skin.
"Kamila, I... I mean... ", I paused, inhaled and then exhaled, "I really like you, I don't know why you came to me knowing that your sister was decapitated because of me" I paused.
"If what you want is to take revenge on me, then maybe this is your best moment, Do you have any knife hidden around?, Any poison?, Or maybe you want to slowly cut my throat?, I mean, never mind, I'll give you five minutes to do it, I'm not going to defend myself", stupid words come out of my mouth while my voice is about to break.
Maybe because of the emotion of the moment, maybe because I am certain that I can regenerate, or maybe because I simply want to know what Kamila really wants, I said that.
Still, my mind is calm, I have not felt more relaxed and comfortable than at this moment, calm, hugging a girl with incomparable beauty, without visible defects.
Kamila doesn't respond, her slightly agitated breathing calms down slightly, her body stops shaking and she hugs me more tightly.
Maybe she still doesn't want to kill me?, but, Why?, Is she doubting my words?
Maybe she is waiting for another better moment to make me suffer more and thus avenge her sister, or maybe she is just playing with me, prolonging this.
Whatever the case I'm just going to hug her, although, now that I think about it, since I'm going to be like this for five minutes, I could use a little more time to confirm something.
I smile, my hand sliding up to Kamila's cheek, her smooth, flawless skin giving me a heady feeling.
I pull Kamila's head away from my chest a little and look into her eyes just, just to check something.
But...
The feelings leave my body for a moment, my old smile fades and my face goes blank for a moment.
I sigh, she, this girl, Has she fallen asleep?, I... I... I don't know what to think, maybe I can only laugh at this point.
"I'm stupid...", I sigh again, with my left hand I hold Kamila's body by the waist, my right hand gently caresses one of her cheek.
This is an unpredictable woman, or at least I think so at this moment, but, but, I really feel insulted, this Kamila, I, I....
"I'm going to make you pay for making a fool of me...", I murmur mischievously, my right hand moves slightly to push Kamila's head closer and closer to my face.
Her natural red lips make something inside me react by making me hard, the perfect proportion of her face is a work of art.
Little by little, I can feel Kamila's breath getting closer, the temptation calling my ,eyes widening and an expectant smile on my face.
Before I could blink again my face moves almost at once, invading and assaulting Kamila's mouth and lips.
The first touch of my lips against hers is soft, warm, tempting, my lips move to make way, enjoying every second of the contact with her delicate, soft, lovely lips.
Kamila's delicate, soft and perfect lips tease my consciousness, with every movement I can feel it, transmitting small currents of pleasurable electricity that travel through my body.
Feeling her lips against mine, feeling every inch of her skin makes my hair stand on end, my body react, a sudden current of pleasure pumping from my heart to my brain.
Almost instinctively my tongue invades her mouth, I enter like a robber into a private home, immediately the taste buds of my tongue react as impact against Kamila's delicate little tongue.
It paralyzes me, hypnotizing, intoxicating, like feeling your soul escape from your body for a moment, several stimuli reach my brain just by feeling Kamila's tongue touching mine.
Suddenly, as if I had become unhinged my tongue begins to move almost too fast, my desire drives me, I do not control my actions, my tongue moves to enjoy each of the flavors of Kamila's mouth, my lips move at the mercy of pleasure and only death could get me out of this trance.
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In an instant, I feel how Kamila's tongue moves, her lips also move to the rhythm of mine, acting flirtatiously and giving me free passage to whatever I want to do with her, I am like a musician and she is my instrument.