After making our way down from the former glorious city hall of Rising Valley, we arrived at the Forbidden Library. Large twin golden gates stood in our way but one destruction spell from me was more than enough to get rid the obstacle. I'm well aware of how powerful I am but I didn't expect such astonishment from him of all people. He is quite ridiculous himself. On top of using chantless magic like me, he has quite more than one unique Arcane Art and a legacy Arcane Art.

Who is this ridiculous person?

He is Hyx Atlas, my eccentric savior. A Magic Beast in the form of a human. Though his demeanor doesn't do a good job of reminding me that.

He is the one who have lifted the eternal seal off of me. Throughout my hundred years of life, the boy before me is the most eccentric person I have ever came across. He can be blunt but cunning at times. He could be sincere but also perfunctory. His emotions and expressions are just too fleeting. It is hard to discern what he's thinking with his arbitrary behaviors.

How vexing~ A part of my heart told me to trust him but another part is trying to convince me otherwise.

"Empty...." Hyx mutters as soon as he set foot into the library. His face which was filled anticipation is slackened now.

While I no longer holds any attachment to this dead city, I have always been quite fond of the Forbidden Library. Not to say I love books but because I respect knowledge and power. So I felt a prick on my heart when he gave such criticism.

I didn't show it on my face off course. I continue wearing my gentle smile.

Although, his word holds some truth. The Forbidden Library isn't what it use to be. The shelves are old and dusty. A light punch from a child could probably topple the whole thing given its state. Not a small number of books are missing. There are even a few books scattered around the floor. Some of the chairs are missing their legs. The large rectangular table used for reading has holes on it.

Despite being upset at a single glance of the library, Hyx's face beamed back and he walks toward the shelves. I wonder is he disappointed or pleased?

I only grin and let him take the lead.

After a few steps, he stops.

Did he realized?

He walks back here.

"Do you know where we should be looking?" he asked.

"You're not very bright, are you?" I asked in a coy manner.

"No, not really." he retorted.

His blunt and dull response is completely unexpected. Most of the men I have teased always put up a front for denial but not him. He has even touched me a few times so casually without any hesitation. Most man would be flustered just from my presence alone. I wonder what makes him different. The little glimpse of his mind is not enough. I want to know more about my eccentric savior.

I should take a different approach.

With Hyx following behind me, I walk to a shelve with the least amount of books. This section contains books relating to production topics. What we need should be here.

"What happened to all the missing books? Doesn't seem to be forbidden to me with all the missing books." said Hyx.

"I don't know. This city was still standing after the war with the Void Demons. The city must have fell after I was....." I hesitated on the last word.

"I see." Hyx said, ambiguously.

Did he said it out of consideration? Or did he just ran out of patient for the last word? Ah... I don't know. How vexing.

Without minding my inner turmoil, he diligently searches for the book. Within a minute, he has picked two books from the shelves. Both of them are about alchemy.

Is he interested in alchemy?

When I asked, he only grumbled. He's even avoiding eye contact with me.

Is he afraid of me? I have seen the eyes of the ones who fear me and his eyes are unlike those peoples'.

Of course I also helped in selecting the books but occasionally, I sneak a peek at him. He's really absorb in the search. His facial expression kept switching whenever he came to a different book.

Strange. Why am I doing this? Is he really that interesting? If so, why do I find him interesting? Is it because he's my knight in shining armor? I have always thought I will bare my fangs on those who come to release me. In fact, I have even resolve myself to be caution on whoever will be my savior. That was what I have resolve to but instead, I feel relieve when I saw him. Not to say I'm not wary of him but I just couldn't bare my fangs at him. At most, I can only give him the cold shoulders. Even that didn't last for long before the facade eventually crumbled. For now, I wear a flexible gentle smile.

I wonder if the sense of relieve came from the reason that we understood each other's suffering? Ah... I don't know. This is vexing.

Did I fell in love at first sight for my knight in shining armor?

Well, he's not really shining nor chivalrous with his conducts. Still, why can't I take my eyes off him. Is it because he's interesting, different?

I can't say he's really handsome. His looks are average by my standards. I'm a little bit taller than him. He's quite short. And he's bald. It doesn't suit him. He looks funny.

When he glances at me, I turn away. Did he saw me sneaking glances at him?

No? He just continues on searching for the book.

I stare the hands of his that slowly traces on the spine of each book. His fingers are so rough. His nails are long. Scars cover his hand. It's so.... delicate. Not just his fingers but his face too. To think someone with such outrageous abilities have such delicate appearance.

I guess it's true. A book cannot be judged by its cover.

Hmm? His hands.... are they trembling?

"What?" He asked without taking his eyes off the shelves. He has accumulated up to four books in his hands. I haven't even pick one.

Ah. I got found out. "Are you cold?" I asked.

He stops and turns only his head to me. "Why?" He drags the word out.

Curling the corner of my lips, I take him by his hands and bring my face close. I'm surprised he didn't jump from my abrupt actions. Did he saw this coming?

They are not trembling. Was it my imagination just now? And what are these scars? It traces the patterns of his blood veins. I could only imagine what happened to him from these scars.

"Um.... can I have my hands back?" he asked, curtly.

I let go and he retracts his hands.

"Why were they trembling?"

He looks down at his hands which he splay out. "You were shown a glimpse of my mind. You tell me." he said and resumes searching for the books. He took a book that is labeled, Zarman's Guide of Magical Productions, a broad topic. Not once did he made any eye contact with me.

"Your mind ain't exactly in a calm state. If anything, it's like a storm in there. The memories I saw, they are scattered everywhere. I don't see an order to it. I can't make heads or tails to it. What do you think?" It's true. I can't seem to find an order in the few fragments of memories I saw. "Are they even yours?"

His hand stops on a book. "Could be."

Could be? Can't you be a little bit more specific? Let's be impish. "What are you afraid of?" I said and subtly closing the space between us.

"Death. Loss. Betrayal. Monsters."

Came the straight answers from him. Is he a blunt person after all?

"Bugs too!" he exclaimed and his face turned sour after. "Fucking bugs." he said, chewing the two words.

He's really straight forward.

Wait. No. He's not. If I really think about it, he hasn't give an answer to my original question.

Oh ho? Trying to outwit me, I see. I won't let you. "Any encounters that left an everlasting nightmare in your sleep?"

"I'm fickle. I doubt it will be everlasting for me."

Oh? He's not denying it nor affirming it.

Could it be.... Let's ask. "Were your trust misplaced too?"

His face left the books and close the distance between us in a flash. Too close, his face is too close.

"Why the sudden interest?" he asked without any expression.

"Why wouldn't I have any? You are my knight in shining armor, figuratively speaking."

He faintly smiled. "I am, huh.... Then where's my token of appreciation?"

Um... I did help you with that monster yesterday, didn't I? Does he want something.... tangible? No. Or could it be that he wants....

"Just kidd...." Before he finishes his words, I kiss him on his cheek.

"Thanks." I said.

Oh? Oh my. You can make such a genuine expression after all. He looks greatly astounded.

I win.

"Don't do that." He said and turns away.

Ara~? He looks angry now. Does he not like it? Does he like men? No. That's not it. He's holding his fist on his chest.

Ah. Could it be that his heart is already taken? Strange. Didn't he told me he doesn't remember anything? Did he only remember his partner?

It's vexing that he has been resistance to my advances.

As a half demon with a quarter succubus blood, I gave off pheromones that attracts the opposite sex. If I will it, I can even attract the same sex.

Yosh~ Let's try appealing him with my chest.

Why am I doing this? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just craving for a night partner?

No.

I can't keep lying to myself. It's not love nor carnal desire but desperation.

After all.....

Despite being over a hundred years old....

I'm still a maiden.... Despite my appearance and my current behavior, I was actually very reserve but I realized all those years of being reserved is all for naught. Am I loosing to my desire to loose my purity? Is that why I'm making advances on him?

Ouch~!

I was flicked on the forehead.

"Angie?"

Ah. I must have dazed off.

"Sorry for that but you weren't responding to my calls."

I feel sincerity from his voice but not his expression. "It's nothing. I'm just thinking." Hmm? His face is kinda close to me.

"Such as?" He gestures me to look down.

I look down and see my pair of pride pressing into his arm. Ah. I have unconsciously assaulted him. Not good. I'm burning up and my heart is racing. My desperation must be worse than I thought. I should separate myself from.... No. This is perfect. I can see he is slightly bother by it.

"I can't?" I asked, coyly. I wet my lips to increase the effect.

He sighs and tears his arm forcibly away from me. His reaction and response is quite dull.

"Sorry." He said when I am suppose to be the one apologizing. Ara~? He's blushing? Is he that simple after all?

I wanted to pursue but when I saw the sorrow in his eyes, I step back. Maybe he really does have someone else already. Or maybe he just doesn't see me that way.

Mah~ Those things can come later. Right now, looking for the books is the priority. Yes. That's it. Those things comes first.

I convinced myself so.

We found the books after searching all over the library for over an hour. The books are all about transmutation, forging, crafting, alchemy, and other production-related topics. He's interested in creating stuffs, I see. For some reasons, he picked up books on magic beasts too, especially about Mimics.

As for me, I have picked two books on the topic of magic enchantments.

I thought we would have a huge conversation between as we exchange knowledge but we ended up reading on our own in silent with only the flipping of pages to compensate.

I was under the impression that he would be very daring in his approach with woman but seems like he is a very unsociable person.

Still, I want to know more about my eccentric savior. I want to know what makes me so attracted to him. I want to know why does he makes my heart race whenever I touch him. I don't feel like I can chalk all of it up to the simple reason of me being desperate.

"Hmm? Is this....?"

I glance up from my reading when I heard Hyx said something that sounded like a question.

"This kind of weapons exist in your time?" He asked, pointing at a parchment he brought up. The parchment has a drawing of an elaborate design of some sort of mechanism. I can see glimmers in his eyes. He's excited. Why?

"No. It's just some design. It is one of the few very old parchments the researchers discovered."

"Where was it discovered?"

"No idea. I remember this design has caused some uproar for a while. It became the rage for a few years."

"And what happened?"

"Nothing. The design was deemed too.... unconventional, if memory serves. The production cost was too high."

"I see." He said and resumed reading like nothing happened.

That's it? Nothing else? Does he not need any help? Magic isn't something that can be learned just from reading.

An hour went by and he suddenly mutters "I suppose every dog has its day." with a slight grin.

Huh....

Truly eccentric.

After I finished eating, I went to bed abruptly when the topic of my last moments are brought up at meal time. I know it might looked rude but I'll apologize to them later.

What a joke.

I thought I could handle it but I can't. My heart is crushed whenever they mention it. I endured it a few times but.... I didn't think I would have such a low tolerance.

It hurts whenever I remember it.

Those.... sons of bitches.... How could they....

What did I do wrong....?

You all deserve what's coming for you....

"You want to talk about it?"

I didn't look over to whoever is standing at the doorway as I have already know who is it. I have felt his gaze following me when I went upstairs.

"Why would you do that? You weren't this.... charitable back at the library."

"That was that. This is this. And also, you and I have different motives."

"How is it different?" I glare at him. I had been keeping a calm and compose face all along with a gentle smile but now.... I'm well aware of the tears in my eyes and the sorrow that is painted on my face. In a sense, I'm naked for him to see all of me. "Or is this your plan all along? To wait for me to be at my worst? To take advantage of a damsel in distress."

"What will you do if I said yes?" he answers while taking steps forward.

I materialize one of my wings and send it towards his throat, stopping it just before it sears into his flesh. "Then I will kill you. I don't need another two face cunt around me."

I expected him to stand his ground when I threaten him but what is revealed to me is a scared face of a kid. His demeanor had made me forget that he's only a kid. I retracted my wing.

"Just kidding?" He said with a troubled and sweating face. He should be.

"Why are you here?" I asked without any grace to my tone.

"You're one of us now. Is it wrong for me to worry about a companion?"

"I wonder...."

He takes a seat beside me on the ground. Since the bed is this room is in pieces, I have laid a large blanket on the ground. The blanket is created from [Spirit Magic] by Nilin, the Wisp. I never realized the story about [Spirit Magic] being incredibly versatile is true.

"I'll be fine. I just need to be alone but I appreciate your offer."

"Sure you don't need anything?" Once again, he sounds sincere but not his expression.

"What can you offer me anyway?"

"Not much...." he said, looking around. "But for a start.... a shoulder?"

I stare at him but he's avoiding me by looking the other way. I sigh and turn his head back to face me.

"Are you serious about it?"

I see his eyes went down but it sprang back up immediately. It is obvious as to where he was looking at but I said nothing of it.

"Yes." He answers so.

I smile faintly and lean on his shoulder. "Don't mind if I do then."

"Ah.... Angie...."

I look up at him and put my finger on his lips. "Senna. It's Senna not Angie."

"What's wrong with Angie?"

I sigh again. "Fine. Do what you want." And I lean on his shoulder once again.

He's stiff, I don't mean below but his body in general. Is he not use to woman? If so, does he truly have a beloved? He makes slight adjustments every once in a while in this lingering silence.

I wrap my hand around his trembling hand. They tremble. I wasn't imagining it back the library.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Y...yes."

Honest. Can't say I'm not expecting it. But why are you afraid of me?

I have observed how he communicates with the others. He's very assertive and strict with the goblins and the Oni but he was also aloof at times. He enjoys teasing the complex relationship between the Oni and the Wisp. Anyhow, he never did strike me as a person who would be afraid of me. When I told him of my impression of him, his answer is kinda unexpected.

"I sensed the suppressed wrath within you. The wrath which has accumulated thousands of souls slain by your very own hands. I won't lie. It was terrifying. I was very troubled on how should I act in front of you."

"Yet, you were very bold for a few times."

"I am very forgetful and fickle." He said with an awkward laughter.

You.... you are such a pain.... Why can't you just be simple.... And let me.... let me....

I understand now....

My interest in him lies on the fact that he does not hide behind a mask or rather, he can't. His emotions and expressions are plain as the day but they are fleeting. For me who have been living in a world with everyone around me wearing at least a few masks, it became hard to fully put your trust into someone.

I am just... at a loss on how to deal with this eccentric boy. This fickle.... honest.... fleeting.... person.

In a world where power is everything, the weak have no say in any matters, people would do anything to gain power. A knife in the back was a common expectation. Even if one does have friends, no one ever give away their trust completely. But I did.

I was naive. I really thought they were my friends. I was too naive.

And now, I met a boy, my savior, a supposedly truly candid person.

How can I accept this....?

Why do you appear only now?

Why didn't you appear sooner?

WHY!?

"Angie...." he said my name, barely. Of course, he could barely say it. After all, I have my hands wrapped around his throat, strangling him. "Ang..."

If you have shown up.... If someone like you have shown up sooner..... if only.....

Then.... these betrayals.... they would never have happened!

Do you understand!?

But... can you understand?

Would you....?

"Angie.... S...stop...."

You weren't there.....

If you were there....

Then those that I once called friends.... they wouldn't have.... I wouldn't have needed to kill all of them.

I kill them. My friends.... the ones who betrayed me.... I slaughtered them.

I have killed thousands of people.... friend or foe.... it doesn't matter in such world. There's only you and the world. Those are the only sides that existed..... I discovered that too late....

Slowly, my hands loose its strength and the grasp around his neck loosened.

My wrath has turned into self-resentment.

What done is done. I can't change that now, can I?

"What was that for..... Angie?" He asked in between coughs.

"I'm sorry. I was just.... angry...." I forced a smile. Strange. I don't see any grudge in his eyes. I don't sense any animosity from him.

"That was a little bit more than just being angry." Contrary to his chagrin tone, his eyes told a completely different story.

At this point, is he still pitying me?

"What about you? Aren't you angry at me now? Aren't you afraid? Do not be mistaken, that was not a jest. I did seriously attempted to strangle you to death." I look him straight in the eyes. Huh. Are you not afraid? Why aren't you backing away from me like the ones who betrayed me?

Rubbing his sore neck and laughing awkwardly, he answered "Yeah. I noticed." which is filled with traces of sarcasm. "But this won't be my first rodeo." he mumbled the last few words.

Rodeo? I don't think I have heard of such word before.

"I am very afraid. I am terrified at your powers to be honest, but... aren't you even more afraid than me?"

"Me? Afraid?" I scoffed. "A half-angel, half-demon afraid? Of what?"

"Me."

Huh? "You?"

With a straight face, he said "You're afraid that I would just be like the ones who betrayed you. Unconsciously, you were trying to appeal to me that you are worth it. That's why you try to make advances on me, to avoid walking the same path."

"T...that's... that's not true."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

"What would you know about me?" Slowly, I feel my voice loosing its composure.

"Then how would you explain your sudden change of character? If I'm interpreting your memories correctly, you use to be very.... reserve? That is how you see yourself, isn't it?"

"How.... how do you know....?"

He taps on his temple. "Plus, it is kinda obvious. Your actions were very contradicting to your demeanor. Either you're fickle and fleeting like me or you're just trying to be who you are not. It's obvious as to which one you are."

Obvious, huh. In the end.... am I still so naive.... Nothing's changed.... Even after all that... I'm still so obvious.

"Now now, don't cry. It'll ruin your pretty face."

There he goes again with his abrupt change in his speech manner and his facial expression. With no regards to the current mood and situation, he use his sleeve to wipe away the tears rolling down to my cheeks.

"How did you do it?"

"How did I do what?"

"This whole thing. Your mood, demeanor, expression, speech manner.... it's like with a snap of your fingers, you changed it. How did you do it?"

"Um.... innate?"

Innate? What kind of answer of is that.... That's just another word for "I don't know."

Oh. My sleeves are wet. I have been crying this whole time? Guess I did.

"So, what did you come here for? Were you trying to probe me for information of my past? Or were you trying to console me? Which one is it?"

"Um.... Actually, I was just trying to make sure you weren't drowning in despair of your past and just suddenly goes on a sudden outburst of rampage. Something like that. Your hidden fury is not a joke. Trust me, I have no ulterior motives. ...... I think."

"Well...." I giggled. "You succeeded."

He sighs, "Thank god. Was not looking forward to that." looking genuinely exhausted.

As he tries to get up and leave, I grab him by his wrist and pull him down.

"Heh?" Was all the sound he make before he got thrown to the floor.

I got on top of him and stare straight into this eyes.

"After all that.... you're just going to leave...." I asked. I notice my breathing is slowly getting heavy.

"Um.... mission accomplished?"

"Leaving a maiden in tears.... and not doing anything after.... Are you that clueless about a girl's heart?"

"Maiden?"

Teasingly, I trace my finger from his collarbone to his naval. "Yes. I'm a maiden despite my age. Surprised? I won't blame you. Sometimes, I surprised myself too." My finger reach his lips which I then twirl on it. "So.... would you be honored to be my first?" I asked, as seductively as I could.

"Ah.... I was hoping to avoid this."

"Avoid? Why? Am I not to your liking?"

I can see him gulping. "It's not that. It's just.... I have someone...." He said, looking away.

"Where is she now?"

"A better place."

Ah.... Figures. "You're not going to touch me in hopes of not wanting to betray her?"

"Something like that?"

"Something like that?" I laughed. "Tell me, do you think she'll be happy knowing that you're lamenting over her even after her death? Weren't you telling me to let go of the past before?"

"Ah. I forgot to mention. I am a hypocrite too. Ehehe~?"

Why you....! Frustrated, I plunged myself onto him, pressing my lips against his. My tongue forcibly tearing its way into his mouth.

Roughly a few seconds went by, I part from his lips. We are both out of breath but for different reasons.

"Aren't we moving a little bit too fast?" he retort while wiping his lips.

"Are we?"

"Well, we don't even know a whole lot about each other." He replied, forcing a laugh.

Hyx Atlas.... you are just so.... infuriating.... this fickleness of yours.... God, I want to devour you. I want to wipe that whimsical smile of yours of your face. "We can get to know each other after this, won't you agree?"

"Eh?"

Hearing his nonsensical respond, I once again plunge myself at him but with more force this time.

As my desire went through a certain level, so did his. I feel a sudden change in him.

Before I knew it, I was flip over. Now, he's the one on top and I'm the one below.

"Finally taking the reins, I see." I taunt him.

Crap. Since when did he became so strong? I lost completely in the attempt of getting back the dominance. This is outrageous.

"Shut up." He said. His breathing is rough and so is he. I don't know when it happened but his hands have became claws. He hook on to the collar of my dress with a single nail of his claws. In one single motion, he tore off my dress.

The cold air hits my bare skin and I shiver violently for a second there.

He looks worried for a second but a mischievous smile form across his face. He closes in on my breasts and blows slightly on the tip. My body goes into spasm as the aberrant sensation spread throughout my nerves.

What is this...? Why am I so sensitive?

"H...Hyx..." I moan his name.

Instead of listening to me, he places his finger on my lip. "Shh...." while smiling coyly. You cheeky bastard.

When I got a good look at him, I realized the change in his appearance. His eye color has changed. They're purple. Some of his teeth has gotten longer and a tad sharper. While straddling on top of me, he takes off his clothes, revealing the faint abs underneath. He's more sturdier than I thought. He looks delicate but in truth he's not in the least bit. And I can see black veins spreading from his chest to all over his body.

Although I know of his true nature, I always forget that he's not a human. Which is my biggest blunder. I have approached him while seeing him as a human when I should have seen him as a beast. Now, I pay the price.

"You know...." he said, stroking my cheek and hair with his lengthened and sharpened nail. "Even I have these.... impure thoughts about you. How could I not have? You are the most beautiful woman I have came across."

While the last line doesn't mean much coming from an amnesiac person, it still tickled my heart.

"Do you honestly think I'm any different?"

He said. He's too close. I can feel his breath of his every word.

No good. My heart is racing too fast. I tried to fight back for the dominance but I have lost my strength to the heat of the situation.

"Stay." He said with a voice sounding completely different.

My body obeys him as if it's the natural thing to do.

I wasn't held down nor was I tied but when he went down on me, I obediently let him when in my mind, I'm begging him not to. Why am I being so obedient? What's wrong with me?

Ah... this is so vexing. I hate him....

When I felt the gentle caress of his tongue, my whole body arched. I grip tightly on the blanket spread beneath us as I gritted my teeth to avoid any of my moans escaping. My other hand tried its best to push him away but to no avail.

Seeing how hard I'm trying to avoid moaning, he only quickened his pace.

This is wrong.... How can he be so good? Is he not a virgin? He couldn't be not a virgin, right?

No. I can't let him take the pace. If I do, I will....

"You will....?" He stops and looks at me who is breathless till the point of almost fainting. This is unexpectedly draining.

Huh? Did he heard what I was thinking?

"Yes."

What?

"Right now...." he said while tracing his tongue from my underbelly all the way to my lips. "Your thoughts are all leaking out to me....."

Why? How can this be.... What did you do?

"Hmm? I didn't do anything, you know? You are doing this."

Why would I....

"Because you desire it...." He said and gently press his lips onto mine. Unlike me, he wasn't forceful. At first, he gently brush his lips on mine as if he's asking for permission. Even when I opened the gates, his tongue wasn't hasty in its invasion. It slowly explored every inch in my mouth. It was truly a deep and passionate kiss.

While he was gentle at above, his fingers have assaulted the below without any mercy. Unable to withstand the attack on both ends, my body trembles without stop. Not for long, I feel a wave of pleasure sweeping my mind away and my body arched as I trembled more violent than before. When the whole sensation subsided, I'm left breathless and numb.

"Did it felt that good?" he asked.

Idiot. What do you think? Are you trying to push your luck? Stroking your own ego?

"Am I?"

That's it. I had it with you.

I spread my wings, letting the Mana surge within me, I turn the tables on him. It wasn't easy. He resisted but my powers are stronger. We struggled and flipped and I end up back on top of him.

I let out a triumphant smile and lick my lips.

Our lips met again and this time, our tongue fought for dominance. There isn't a hint of passion in it. It's just us mindlessly indulging ourselves in our lust. There was no love but only assertion for the situation. Eventually, I won. He wasn't able to keep up with me in the tug of war.

When our lips parted, he wasn't breathless like I was but he was smirking as if challenging me to do my best.

Why you little!

I rip away his trousers at his and it springs out straight.

Honestly, I was slightly captivated. This is my first time seeing one so up close.

Is it big or is it small? I wouldn't know since I never truly saw any other's before but if I have to give a personal opinion, it's normal? It does felt a little bit huge in my small hands as I rubbed it up and down.

Now, it's his turn to moan and to be left breathless.

I went down on him like he did to me. Giving my all, I was determine to make him pay. After a few minutes, he finally lets up and let it all out. Although I didn't plan on it but I ended up swallowing some.

Disgusting. It doesn't taste good as the other said. Still, I got more excited. Strange. What is is this feeling? Why am I only getting more heated?

And again, unlike me, he wasn't breathless. In fact, the one without breath is me. He took advantage of this and got on top of me again.

"Admit defeat?" He asked.

I want to say no but.... "Please.... no longer...." I invited him to fill me with pleasure.

At that moment, his demeanor changed and I can only shudder at it.

As if to ease my extreme discomfort, he took me by my hands, "Are you sure?" he asked while brushing my hair gently and slowly wrapped me into an embrace. The warmth of his whole body is transmitted to me and my shuddering stops.

Unfair, to be asking me only now and ever so softly and gently. It's unfair but nevertheless, I nod.

He smiled and thrust all of himself into me at once.

I almost screamed but his hand cupped my mouth at once.

With his finger on his lips, he whispered "Shh....."

God, I hate him. Why am I just letting him have his way with me?

This hurts. It's painful but it is different kind of pain. It is the sort of pain that you be willing to go through again for the sake of pleasure.

As if unsatisfied with the current depth, he pulled me up into a sitting position. I felt it going deeper in and I almost let out a loud moan which he silent with a kiss before any voice came out.

Deeming that I wouldn't scream anymore, he parted with my lips. When he did, I pressed for more. Of course, he courteously accepted but not before he flash me a victorious grin.

This little shit!

He pulled me even closer and sank further into me. What is he trying to do...?

It hurts. With every thrust, pain accompany the wave of pleasure. Yet, I find myself only wanting more.

Do I really desire him that much? Or is it just desperation? Am I truly desiring him as a being or just for the pleasure? Ah... I don't know. It's vexing.

I have lost my perception of time. I couldn't keep track on how long we have been at it but I was sure it was quite long.

Ah~! Eeee....!

My fingers dug into his flesh, drawing blood as I reached my peak for the third time in a row. He felt the pain of my fingers but he always smiled after.

How.... how is this possible....? I have been feeling waves of pleasure without stop when he has only let out once when I went down on him.

My question is answered when I feel a huge shadow looms over me. I'm being bent and then bred like an animal. His large claws of a hand reach mine and our fingers intertwined. His skin... its black.... His tongue, which is now four times the usual length of a human's, went and explore every inch of my body.

When I felt another wave of pleasure surging, I'm turned around and I'm now facing directly at a huge monster which casts a shade over me.

My breathing stopped for awhile.

Once again, I have forgotten that my partner is not a human but a beast, literally. His body structure retains multiple traits of a human enough to be mistaken as a human but underneath these layers, is a beast.

"Hyx.... e...enough...." I breathlessly pleaded. Of course, I didn't expect my words of pleading to reach him as he have been mindlessly breeding me without a shred of concern to my well-being.

But he did listen. His thrusting stopped and he looked at me. Our eyes met. His lips trembling and his mouth flapping open and close.

What's wrong? I asked in my mind as I slowly caressed his deformed face with my fingers.

"I...I'm sorry...." He said.

Gone was all the asserting demeanor he has. Now, he looks only like a frightened child despite having such intimidating appearance. How cute.

Did he lost to his lust mid-way? In the end, is he just like every other men?

As he is about to pull away from me, I wrapped my hands around him and pulled him back to a tight embrace. I rest my head on his shoulder as I let my breath caresses his ears. I can feel a reaction from him. My turn. "It's okay. I didn't exactly mind" I whispered into his ears. "If anything, you have done me a great deal."

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

Without leaving his ears, I continue to whisper. "You have done enough. Now, let me do the rest."

We shared another passionate kiss before he obediently let me be the one on top. Strange. I don't find him repulsive in this form. He didn't changed much except for his hands, height, skin color, and he now has a tail. If anything, I am only more excited. Both of our hands reached for each other and I started moving as if I'm riding a steed.

Finally, I got what I wished for. His exasperated face, his ragged breaths, his desperate eyes and voice, begging me for more. What a fool I am. I wanted to gain the advantage over him but seeing such state of him only further increase the excitement and pleasure for both of us. In the end, I still lost but I didn't mind.

The vexation has disappeared long before I realized. I am only drowning myself in pleasure like a mare in heat. I didn't care what happens anymore. I fully entrusted my everything to him.

And we continue to spend our night in a heated and passionate embrace until I eventually give out. I have even expend my Mana in the place of my stamina yet I lost to his endurance. And I think I might have even let some of it went to waste since I wasn't in my best condition to control my Mana flow.

Truly a frightening beast.

We didn't went to sleep in a lover's embrace. Instead, I fell asleep in his lap since he has become so large that he could basically cradle me. Despite having spend almost what seem like an eternity in slumber, only now am I able to finally have a good "night" rest.

I wonder, since when was the last time I feel so at ease....

Was this the right choice?

Mah~ nothing can be worse than what I have been through.

Before I surrender my consciousness entirely to my dreams, my last vision is my hands holding his close to my heart.

Good night, my eccentric savior,

my beloved.