POV: Nox
(Back in the presence) [End of chapter 2]
Right next to Umbra's tent.
The first rays of moonlight began to shine on us as the evening sky faded into darkness.
Mia was tugging at my wrist once again, leading me through the settlement.
The people we passed started to prepare for the night. Some extinguished the campfires outside, lighting those inside the tents, as smoke stretched its way out from their tips. The bellflowers at the tops of the tents began to faintly glow under the light of the stars.
The stars in the night sky were brighter and more numerous than those on Earth. Looking at them, the hairs on my arms began to rise.
It was simply... breathtaking.
A cold, light breeze swept across my skin, forcing me to put my shirt on again.
Taking in the rather cold evening air was refreshing in contrast to the almost suffocating heat of the midday sun.
As it grew darker, the path we walked on became harder to see.
Mia had no problems with the dark, navigating us to a more secluded area near the cave.
There was just one smaller tent set up there. It was in rougher shape than all the others. The pelts were old and partly rotten, with lots of holes covered by leaves.
Inside, there was just enough space for a grown man to sleep.
The ground in the middle was covered with leaves, hay, and some pelts on top—like a small bedroll.
Right under some of the holes in the tent, small pits had been dug into the ground, probably from leaking rainwater.
There was also no glowing bellflower at the top to provide light, which made it hard to see in the dark.
She placed me in front of the entrance, looking at me with a cute smile. I was about to unconsciously stroke her head when she tackled me down onto the makeshift mattress.
Seeing my confused and slightly shocked expression, she chuckled softly.
She then took off the pelt she had been wearing, like a towel wrapped around her body, leaving her completely exposed once again.
She used it to cover the entrance, securing it with two stick-like objects.
She turned around. The moonlight shining through the gaps in the walls reflected off her fair skin.
The curves of her body were as inviting as ever. It wasn't just my eyes that accepted the invitation.
The little dragon down there did too.
It surprised me at first; normally, I was confident in controlling it—something I had learned when I was in my young teens. My class had only 4 boys, the rest were girls who were 2 years older than me.
But seeing her seductive figure approaching closer and closer, crawling up my body, I put this thought aside and reached for her head with my right hand.
The moment she felt my touch, she pressed her head even deeper into my hand, enjoying my caress.
I could hear her breathing slightly accelerate. My left hand was about to touch her delicate waist when she took hold of my left arm with both of her soft hands.
She buried her head into the side of my chest, strengthening the grip on my arm and pulling it closer to her face.
She curled up like a cat, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Heheh~hehe," the small laugh she made while doing so was like music to my ears.
The position she seemed to like the most was when she rested her head on top of my arm.
'Damn,' I thought, 'I got excited for nothing.'
I could feel her rhythmic breathing on my arm, slowly relaxing. My gaze wandered around her, taking in her cute face, her delicate body, and especially those smooth curves.
'Maybe not nothing,' a small smile appeared on my lips.
I petted her head one last time, then turned fully onto my back.
That's when I realized how hard this thing— you couldn't even call a bed—was. I tried to sleep regardless.
About two minutes later, I noticed more problems that kept me from sleeping. There was no such thing as a blanket. The cold wasn't the problem. It didn't matter how warm or cold it was; sleeping without one just feels wrong, like something is missing.
After about another five minutes of trying to sleep, I frowned. It seemed like my little brother had no intention of sleeping at all. Instead, he was getting more excited as time went on.
Half an hour or so passed by. He was soaring like crazy—so much so that it even started to hurt.
Mia, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly, completely still and undisturbed, as if nothing in the world could possibly disturb her.
An unknown amount of time later, or what felt like an eternity, the situation got even worse. I became so horny that it felt like my entire being was splitting into two.
One part of me was screaming to embrace the naked beauty in my arms. It was my instincts and desires, pumping more and more blood to a specific part of my body. They represented the devils on my left shoulder, trying to persuade me into giving in.
The other part was my rational mind. It kept resisting these temptations with all its might, even using the pain from biting my tongue to restrain myself. It was the angel, fighting for its life, that sat on my right shoulder.
Questions like 'should I just give in? From what I saw, she might even be willing,' appeared in my head, but they were quickly tossed aside.
There were multiple reasons. First: I had no birth control on hand. There was a condom in my wallet, but God knows where that was at the moment. And even if I had it, it probably wouldn't fit over this blood bag that was about to burst. Furthermore, I didn't even want to have a child; it was something that had ruined most of my relationships with women.
Second, and most importantly, was Mia's consent. Asking her in a different language if she would be willing would be pointless. That meant just beginning and waiting for her reaction would be all I could do. But what if she didn't want to? I don't think I could have stopped this little berserker from going on a rampage once he had tasted blood.
And that would not only destroy whatever you could call this between us—something I want to keep at all costs—but it would also mean I forced myself on a woman, something I could never forgive myself for.
Another eternity later, my whole body was trembling, the pain getting worse and worse.
I asked myself, 'Why is this even happening? It was never this severe. This tops even the Viagra incident.'
Yes, you heard right "The Viagra Incident". It was a prank my bro and I played on the other two guys in the class. We put Viagra pills in their drinks and waited for their reaction. It was hilarious the way they walked, their hands covering their private areas.
Guess who had two doses of Viagra in their drinks the next day? Yes, it was me and my bro. To be fair, we were the ones who started this "war," but it was still twice as much.
After another few days of this "war," we stopped, swearing not to do it to each other anymore. It was mostly because of health reasons. We stopped eating and drinking out of fear of getting "poisoned," and the higher the doses that were consumed, the more dangerous the side effects could become.
The question was, what do we do with the rest of the Viagra we had stocked up on?
When we asked ourselves this, one of our friends was pouring water into his bottle—the one he had just emptied because the "war" was over.
The three of us, including me, smirked as we looked at the water dispensers that were placed all over the school due to a leak in the water pipes.
The next day, almost everybody at school was "poisoned," us, of course, excluded.
I smiled, thinking about these old times. The thought of never seeing my friends again was a little depressing.
But thinking about Viagra and the smile on my face. A small memory popped up in my head.
It was about a very old man with jungle attire giving me a bowl of strange green liquid to drink. Especially the smirk he had on his face while doing so.
Realizing that it was probably him responsible for this hell, a vein popped up on my forehead. I was furious, not only at him but also at myself. How could I have been so stupid as to drink some random liquid given to me by a man from the jungle, someone I had never seen before, with a serious smirk on his face?
How could I have been this stupid? An intense taste of regret started to develop in my mouth, mixing with the taste of blood from biting my tongue. The ever-growing pain I felt only deepened the hate I had developed for this man who called himself Umbra.
'I will kill this bastard the next time there is an opportunity,' I swore to myself.
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A/N: Unfortunately, there's only one chapter this time because my internet didn't cooperate. I'm busy next week, so that means only one chapter again. I'm terribly sorry. But I will probably upload a few pictures of the characters on my discord.
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