I looked at Reona who was staring at me with an impish look on her face. I am not an overly shy guy but being in the presence of attractive women does make me a bit reticent. Looking at her lying naked under the covers it was apparent we were way past any point of shyness. “I very much like everything I have seen Reona, but the question is why am I seeing this, why am I here, and how did I get here.”

With one smooth move Reona swung herself up over and then straddling me put her hands on my shoulders, smiling she said “I also like what I see.” Her heavy breasts were thrust forward with the nipples becoming enlarged. “I am not sure this is the proper time or place to be doing this” I said. “Why, am I ugly” I swallowed as I looked up past her breasts and into her brown eyes. “No, you are one of the most attractive women I have ever seen, it is just that I normally do not end up in a ladies bedroom with not knowing how the hell I ended up here."

Reona smiled at me and then nodded, then suddenly leaning forward she kissed me. I tensed at first, but in a moment began to enjoy the kiss and return it. Clearly Reona was feeling my reaction to her being on top of me, with a soft moan; she pulled back and began to wiggle her hips. “Reona” I began as my male physiology began to respond to her presence. Looking at me with eyes half closed, she began to speak. “Your daughter came running into the Inn late last night, she was scared and crying.

I listened as she bent over me and began to massage my shoulders, her red hair shrouding both of our faces and her breasts resting on my chest. “Once she saw me she ran to me and asked if I could come and help you." Glancing down at our hips I saw that my tight white underwear was still in place. I was not sure if I felt relief or if I should take them off.

Feeling her hips gently moving back and forth over me, I struggled to maintain my concentration as she continued to speak.

I left with her and she ran back to where we found you in the old park. "You were in bad shape, it was fortunate that we got there when we did." At this point Reona stopped talking and I noticed that a small involuntary tremble shook her for a few seconds. Breathing deeply Reona continued. “I was able to pick you up and carry you to my home. You are very heavy, far more so than I would have thought for a person you size."

At this point Reona gave a little gasp and sat straight up, which applied direct pressure to where our groins were touching. “Once at my home I put you into bed and then helped Twink settle down. That was several hours ago and now we are here.” I studied her as she began to tremble again, noticing that she was flushing red all the way down to her breasts. Reaching up I cupped her heavy breasts with both hands and began to gently move my thumbs over her golden brown colored aureoles, her nipples instantly responded by becoming even harder.

Suddenly I wrapped my hands around her waist and with a twist placed her down on the bed facing me as I now was on top. She quickly grabbed my back and pulled me towards her as she thrust her hips upwards. I could see that she was biting her lips as small gasps escaped her mouth.

“Reona” I said as I gently stroked her face, “Listen to me, I am not sure we should continue this.”

Looking in my eyes Reona began to squirm and gasp then she closed her eyes and taking a deep breath she said “I am not in the habit of throwing myself on just anyone, but you are, well there is something special about you and I like you a lot.” If you want to go, then go, leave me, but if you want to stay then please stay.”

How could a man refuse an offer like that, and she had saved me the previous evening. Glancing down I saw my white tight undies had disappeared. I guess my mind had already made the choice to stay. With a fast movement Reona and I became one flesh and the next few hours passed in a hazy intoxication of physicality brought on by her scent of cinnamon and sex and my need to share intimacy.

Feeling her hand gently stroking my head I turned and smiled at her. Clearly we had crossed a bridge and entered a new area with regards to our relationship. Looking at her I saw a gentle smile grace her lips as she moved in and kissed me. The passionate fire of our lovemaking had burned bright and hot, but was now stoked into a warm glowing ember. I kissed her back and then asked, “So how does a lithe woman like you manage to carry a heavy guy like me back here?” Her voice turning thoughtful she looked away for a minute and then turning back to me she said “there is something you should know about me.” “What, you’re not a shape shifting troll or something, are you?” I asked with a smile.

With a giggle she said “no, but I am not what you probably think.” Seeing that this with serious I nodded and then said, “Listen if you do not want to tell me then don’t. It does not matter to me, we all have secrets.” She stared deeply at me and then tears began to form in her eyes. Reaching up I slowly brushed them aside as I sat up and pulled her to me, giving her a hug as she rested her head on my chest. “No I want you to know, it is important to me even if it changes how you feel.”

Holy smoke, I do not want to talk feelings, I do not want to talk about emotions. Call me shallow, call me whatever the hell you want. I was feeling damn uncomfortable at this point.

So being the man that I am, I said, “Reona if it is important to you then tell me.” Hearing her take a deep breath I realized I could also hear her heart, it was beating rapidly. Grabbing my hand she kissed it and then began to speak. “Tor, I am actually older than I look, much older. I am what is called a dhampyre, a daylight walking vampire and I am five hundred and twenty three years old. My first thought was, cougar, my second thought was, don’t be an ass Tor and my third thought was, does she glitter in daylight.

I looked down at the red hair and perfect figure of Reona, breathing in her scent and feeling the warmth of her body. Grabbing her shoulders I tilted her head towards me and kissed her, this time feeling the two sharp teeth in her mouth. Pulling away I stared at her and then spoke “If that is important to some people good for them. The important thing to me is you.” Hearing me she looked into my eyes and then with a squeeze she clutched at me softly saying “Thank you Tor, thank you.” “Hey, you are welcome, I need to be the one thanking you, last night I am not sure I would have made it without you helping.” Nodding her head she glanced at my arms and said "you were in a bad way."

You kept saying “Fleurs du Mal. What does that mean?” “Fleurs du Mal” trying to recall my rather limited French from school I thought for a minute. “I believe that it is translated as Flowers of Evil. I was saying it?” “Yes you were, and you were topless, nothing on above the waist. Pretty damn cute, except, well you had all these swirling black marks on your body.”

My memories, they were beginning to return back to me. The mirror and the transfer, with a sudden rush it all came back, looking down at me chest I could see faint black markings that looked like old tattoos but very faint. Except on my arms, both arms had the flowers and vines wrapped around the two swords. The markings were not faded and hard to see but clearly visible. They were also slowly moving, the flowers on the arm wrapped around Reona were slowly opening much like a flower would open to the first strong light of day.

This was weird, even Ingame. In fact, I had seen no tattoos on any other players, I was not sure if players could get tattoos. I would have Twink scan for information on this, maybe I could make some gold by opening up a Ink shop Ingame. Clearly my mind was wandering again. On a more serious note, “Well fuck me.” Hearing me, Reona smiled and was clearly about to make a comment on my choice of words. Knowing where that would go, I asked “can you read any of these glyphs on my body?”

Reona smiled and shook her head, but then she spoke. “I cannot make out the language but I can tell you these are not glyphs. These are runic symbols.” Not trying to display my ignorance, but feeling no choice in the matter I asked, “What is the difference?” Staring at my chest with her fingernails slowly tracing out the shapes that were now a permanent part of my body she began to speak. “Glyphs are a form of magical writing, transcribed once and then done. Like a scroll of teleportation, they can be used once and then the magic is done.”

I see, I stated, “How are these tattoos different then?” Her face was close to my chest as she stared at the markings while her hand dropped to my lap. Breathing in and then softly breathing on me she spoke, “runic markings are very rare, they form spells that do not fade, they are permanent.” Looking at me she smiled and then said, "it would appear that you are now a living spell book." Swallowing I sharply exhaled,I was not sure if my reaction was to her information or to what her hand was doing down in my lap.