"I don't hear your granny," Drake tells me as we enter Granny's clearing.

"She might be in her garden," I tell him. "She knew we were coming, though, so she'll be here shortly. Like I said before, her sense of time isn't right."

"Oh," he looks disappointed.

I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he was hoping we'd have enough time to have sex in here before she arrived. Not really because he's horny or anything, but because of the feel of magic in the air, the comfort of the forest, and the serene feeling of the place. I don't blame him, I actually would go for it if Granny weren't going to show up soon.

When she's not here, she always shows up within a few minutes of my arrival.

"No worries," I tell him. "We'll probably come across places like this in the future."

"Maybe," he responds as I notice something on the door to Granny's home.

"She left a note," I walk over to the house.

"How often does she do that?" Drake follows me.

"Not often," I answer as I skim the note. "This is only the third time she's had a note on her door, but it usually means…"

I trail off as I finish reading the note.

"Usually means what?" He asks.

"That she's going to be delayed more than a few minutes," I say. "It looks like we'll have probably an hour and a half to two hours before Granny returns."

"Are you sure?"

Right. I forgot that Drake can't read. At least, not any language that isn't Draconic, which he says is what his System menus and messages are all written in. Granny wrote in our language, not Draconic, so he can't read it. It's addressed to me, though it does mention him.

Nate, I'm going to be an hour and a half to two hours from when you arrive. I'm sure you and Drake can find something to do to occupy yourselves with at the house until I return. With love, your Granny

"The message says so," I tell Drake. "Granny probably means something like fishing in her creek, reading a book, having a fire, making food, or just relaxing in the note, but there are other things we can do."

"Yes," his face lights up. "There are."

Drake looks around, confusion clear on his face. It's easy to tell what he's thinking. He wants to know where here we could do it, as going inside probably hasn't crossed his mind.

"Come on," I tell Drake. "Over here."

I lead him behind the house, where there is a small garden, a stone table surrounded by wooden stools, another fire ring, and more plants. While the table is mostly made of stone, the top of it had a shallow depression carved into it, which was then filled with small gemstone shards. After the colored, uncut yet still polished jewels were scattered into it, some sort of crystal was poured into it, smoothed to create and even surface, and then polished.

While glass versions can be made today, the gem version like this is a rarity and extremely expensive. I'm not sure what the crystal is, but it's never scratched and cleans easily, never losing its shine.

If we clean it off after, there won't be an issue. While it might be rare beyond belief, and pretty darn expensive, it's not close to being the most expensive thing Granny has, and I saw some things that were even more expensive while I lived in the capital.

"I like this table," Drake says.

"I have no idea where Granny got it," I tell him as I remove my belt and send it into my Inventory. "No one knows how to make them today, so I'm assuming it came from some Ruins. Craftsmen have tried, but it never seems to come out to the beauty of this, nor the quality. As far as I know, there's no adventurer coming to visit her since the one who was on his way here back on my birthday, and he's been gone for a couple of weeks. So don't worry about anyone catching us."

"Okay," Drake says.

We continue to strip, and while I'd like to strip Drake and have him strip me, he seems to not quite understand that he should undress me when I undress him, then waits for me to undress. So I've given up on that for now.

Once we're both naked, Drake puts his hands on my stomach, rubbing it as he kisses me, and I work my tongue into his mouth as I slide my hands onto his back, feeling his firm flesh beneath my fingers. Drake slides his hands around my back, then lowers them to my ass, pulling me against him, our dicks rubbing for a moment, before he suddenly drops to his knees, surprising me.

Normally, Drake won't suck me unless I'm already sucking him, so this surprises me enough that I don't move for a few moments, just stare down at him as he teases the head of my dick with his tongue. Then he looks up, not stopping his work, and when our eyes meet, I put a hand on his head, pulling him a little forward.

He gets the hint and opens wide, taking me into his mouth without any further prompting, going all the way. Drake moves both of his hands to my ass, kneading it with his fingers as he continues sucking me, using his tongue even while I'm throat-deep.

After only a couple of minutes of this, nowhere near enough to bring me to the edge, Drake pulls back and stands up, his hands still firmly on my ass. As he kisses me again, he pulls me against him and lifts me up, spinning so that my back is to the table, then he sets me on the table.

The table is cool beneath me, and as I lie down on it, I shiver a little. It'll warm up soon, though.

I lift my legs up, exposing my ass to him as he opens up his Inventory and pulls out a bottle of oil. The table is at the perfect height for this it looks like. After he oils up his dick, Drake sets the bottle to the side, then pushes his dick into my ass.

"Mn," I moan a little as he leans forward, kissing me as he rubs my nipples.

Even though my nipples aren't really sensitive, unlike his, he still likes to play with them when we have sex. Drake begins thrusting in me, his movements slow, but hard, and I slide my hands along the scales on his sides for a bit before moving my hands to his back. After a bit, Drake starts to lift his head up, probably to stand straight up for faster fucking.

Not wanting to shift to that from this yet, I move my hands up, putting one on his head and the other on the back of his neck, pulling him back down so that we're kissing once more, my tongue back in his mouth. Sometimes, I like the faster thrusts he can do when he's upright, but sometimes, I like these slower, more forceful ones. Right now, I'm in the mood for the latter.

Drake gets the idea, so after playing with his hair and holding his neck for a few minutes, I return to rubbing his back. Feeling my climax nearing, I stop kissing Drake and let my head rest on the table, and he starts kissing my cheek, neck, and shoulders.

I reach my peak and start shooting my load onto us as my ass clenches around Drake's dick, and he stops thrusting.

"Mn," I moan as my climax reaches the end, and once my ass unclenches, Drake begins thrusting again, straightening up.

He's got my cum on his chest and stomach, and some even got on his neck and jaw. I know I've got it up there, too. The hungry, yet still lustful, look in his eyes tells me he wants to eat it off of me. Instead, he continues thrusting in me, using his hands on my legs and sides, causing slight shivers where his fingers touch.

Suddenly, Drake grabs my legs and thrusts inside hard, causing me to grunt as he goes as far in as possible, moaning as he shoots his load into me. After filling me with his cum, Drake stays inside of me, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss for a minute.

As he starts to come down from the orgasmic high, Drake pulls out of me, then bends down, pulling my foreskin back with one hand so that he can start licking the bare head of my dick. I let out a soft moan as his tongue works the sensitive head, and he plays with my balls. I can feel his cum leaking out of my ass a little as he gives me a blowjob, but he doesn't seem to care, so I just enjoy this.

After bringing me to another orgasm and swallowing my cum, Drake has me get off the table and turn around, leaning against the table. He puts a little more oil on his dick, then pushes his way back into my ass, the oil and his cum helping him slide smoothly.

Keeping his hands on my sides, Drake occasionally kisses my neck or cheek, or nibbles on my left ear. My hands are busy supporting me on the table, and I'm not sure I'm strong enough in one arm to support myself against his thrusts to reach back and feel him like I want to. Oh, well, this feels intense enough already.

Drake continues to thrust rapidly and with a lot of force, and it takes all my strength to stay standing. He's really into it if he's forgotten to hold back his strength. This feels good, even if it hurts and is going to make me a bit sore all over.

His hands move onto my back, rubbing me up and down, and I brace myself as best I can. After rubbing my back from ass to neck and back down a few times, Drake grabs my hips again and thrusts forward with all his strength, causing my arms to give out beneath me as he hits his second orgasm, filling me with even more cum.

Once his orgasm ends, Drake leans forward and slides his hands under me, pressing himself against me as he pulls me up a little so he can stay in me with both of us comfortable. For a few moments, we stay like this, leaning against the table in this way, then Drake nuzzles me.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "I forgot to hold back."

"I noticed," I say. "It's good every once in awhile."

He pulls out of me, then I take his hand and lead him to the creek, where we scrub off the sweat, cum, and oil. Once we're clean, I wash the table and make sure there are no traces of our sex on the ground, then we dry off and dress.

I start a fire in the fire pit, and we sit beside each other.

"How much longer before your granny returns?"

"We were at it a good while," I say. "Probably forty-five minutes or so? Then the cleanup took about fifteen minutes, and getting the wood and starting the fire took another five. So we have probably twenty minutes or so before she returns."

I would probably have been up for a third round if Drake hadn't started using his full strength to thrust in me. We probably could have gotten another full round in before she returned.

"Hm," Drake thinks for a moment. "Didn't she say an hour and a half to two hours? Then we might have another forty minutes or so, right?"

"Maybe," I say. "But I've a feeling she'll be back sooner rather than later."

"Okay," Drake says. "I was curious about something."

"What?"

"If you lived in a world where magic wasn't the norm," he says. "And only the rare person had a super power, and you had a super power, what would like to have as your super power?"

"Are there worlds like that?" I ask. "Ones without much magic?"

"There are plenty," he tells me. "How common magic is depends on the ley lines in the world on nearly all worlds. Some worlds have no ley lines at all, while others have big ones, lots of them, ones with fast-flowing magic, or some combination of the three, even including all three."

I don't think I'm ever going to understand how he decides what to expand upon. Trying to find out information regarding important stuff is difficult because I end up needing to ask a bunch of questions, yet on something that doesn't really matter, he just goes and expands upon it immediately.

"So are there worlds with more magic than this one, then?" I ask.

"Plenty," he answers. "This world is the one exception to the ley lines thing."

"What do you mean?"

"This world doesn't have ley lines."

"But we have magic."

"Yeah," he gets a strange look on his face, but doesn't say anything further.

Why does our world have magic if it doesn't have ley lines? Could that be why magic is so difficult to learn?

"I guess my question was a bad one, wasn't it?" He asks. "From a world full of magic, it's probably difficult to figure out what super powers would be, huh?"

"Maybe," I answer. "I can't see how lightning dispersal is one."

"Yeah," Drake nods. "I guess that was a bad question, after all. At least, to ask someone here. The trees are moving."

"What?" I ask, confused by the sudden change in topic.

"The trees," he points, and I look to find a couple of trees moving aside, revealing a path.

Granny walks off the path, Kooril with her. She's holding a basket in her arms, filled high with herbs and vegetables.

"Hello, boys," Granny says as she approaches us, Kooril jumping up onto my lap and curling up as I rub his head. "Welcome back."

"Hello, Granny," I say. "Is that for lunch?"

"Yes," she answers as she places the basket on the table. "Dragon, dear, would you mind fetching the pot from inside? You'll see it once you go in there. I've already set the other things I'll need inside. Just through that door, there."

Drake stands and goes inside, and Granny steps up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Congratulations," she tells me. "On surviving the trial to obtain the Crystal of Power, Nate. Not many where you are could have done that."

It doesn't surprise me in the slightest the Granny knows about that. She is the Oracle, after all.

"Thanks," I tell her. "Granny, I-"

"Sh," she quietly shushes me. "There will be plenty of time to discuss your decision after dinner. For now, let us enjoy the peaceful feel of the island. I did make it for you, after all."