London cradled Kouki gently within her embrace,
the warmth of her presence a stark contrast to the turmoil he felt inside. As
he wept, she tenderly brushed her fingers through his tangled hair, a soothing
gesture that spoke of comfort and understanding. Though she couldn't comprehend
the depth of his pain, her heart ached with the desire to ease his suffering.
"It will be okay…" she whispered softly, holding him securely, allowing him all
the time he needed to find solace.
After what felt like an eternity, Kouki
gradually calmed himself, and together they ventured out of the gloomy dungeon.
As they approached the massive entrance, the brilliance of the outside world
washed over them, almost blinding in its contrast to the suffocating shadows
they had just escaped. The landscape unfolded like a vivid tapestry, a
breathtaking departure from the bleak reality Kouki had known for so long.
Emerging from the dungeon usually greeted him with skies weighed down by
foreboding clouds, a constant reminder of despair that clung to him like a
second skin. But now, he gazed up in wonder at an expansive canvas painted in
radiant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that danced playfully across the
horizon.
"Truly astonishing," he murmured, his voice a
blend of awe and relief, as the soft wind tousled his dreadlocked hair, opening
the way for London to see him more clearly. Kouki was a striking figure, his
bright green eyes sparkling even in the daylight, capturing the beauty that
surrounded them. His skin, ghostly pale and adorned with dark, cursed markings,
slithered across his body like sinister vines, narrating the harrowing trials
he had faced. As he walked barefoot across the lush, vibrant grass, the sensation
of the earth beneath his feet contrasted sharply with the decaying, plague-like
black marks that marred his skin. The chaotic visual of his appearance was
softened by a newfound sense of freedom blossoming in the air—a feeling he had
long yearned for but had almost forgotten amidst the shadows of the dungeon.
As the golden sunlight cascaded over him,
London's gaze drifted toward the man standing beside her. Captivated, she
locked eyes with him, unable to look away, her heart quickening in her chest.
She had never encountered anyone like Kouki in her world, and a warm pink blush
bloomed on her cheeks, painting her face with a delicate hue. Realizing she had
been staring for far too long, she averted her gaze, flustered. "Oh! I'm sorry.
Here, Kouki, let me take you to my home," she said, slipping her hand into his
and guiding him toward the path leading to her cottage.
They walked together to a quaint little cottage
nestled on the outskirts of town. The structure, modest yet charming, had a
wooden door and a circular window framed by swirling vines that clung to the
walls like nature's embrace. From the outside, it appeared to be a single room,
enchanting in its simplicity. London stepped up to the wooden door, retrieving
a small key from her pocket. The lock clicked open, and she swung the door
wider, revealing the cozy interior.
Inside was a snug bed tucked in one corner, a
kitchen brimming with an array of potion bottles, each one labeled with
delicate script. A bookshelf overflowed with tomes on magic and creatures,
their spines worn from countless reads, while a small table and chairs invited
companionship and shared moments. "This is my cottage! Make yourself
comfortable," she announced with a warm smile, moving toward the kitchen. "Do
you like tea?" she asked, her enthusiasm evident.
Kouki seemed almost like a curious animal,
wide-eyed and overwhelmed as he took in the cottage—a place he had often
glimpsed from a distance but never dared to enter, a place that had always felt
forbidden to someone labeled a curse. When the word 'tea' reached his ears, he
nodded, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he momentarily lost
himself in the wonder of it all. "I'd love some," he replied softly, his voice
filled with gentle politeness, as he began to embrace the warmth of her home.
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed, a spark of
enthusiasm lighting up her eyes. She swiftly grabbed a gleaming kettle, its
metal surface reflecting the warm flicker of the nearby fireplace. Bending
down, she concentrated for a moment, raising her finger toward the hearth. "Lit
flame," she pronounced with confidence, and at once, a vibrant spark danced
from her fingertip, igniting a lively blaze that crackled to life. With the
kettle now glowing in her hands, she filled it with crystal-clear water, the gentle
sound of it sloshing echoing softly in the cozy room. After suspending the
kettle above the flames, she turned her attention to the high cabinet, where a
box of tea lay tantalizingly out of reach.
"So, how did you transition from your world
into ours? If you don't mind me asking," she continued, her curiosity evident.
She stretched her arms up, hopping slightly, determined to claim the tea box
from the highest shelf.
Kouki watched as she struggled momentarily, a
playful smile tugging at his lips. "Well, honestly, I used all my energy
pushing that mysterious door open, expecting it to be heavy as a castle gate,
but it surprised me by swinging open effortlessly. Stepping through that portal
on the lowest floor filled me with an unexpected rush of adrenaline, an
exhilarating mix of fear and excitement. In hindsight, I realize I never gave
it another thought—never tried to push through that threshold again in search
of a way back. Memories flooded in: a shimmering crystal that dissolved into
glittering dust before my eyes and the fleeting image of a woman, her form
blurring as she hurried past the same door. It all felt bizarre and dreamlike,"
he pondered, a shadow of introspection crossing his features.
Then, noticing how London was still reaching
for the teabags, her petite frame making the task a challenge, he approached
her with a gentle, encouraging smile. Without hesitation, he leaned forward,
pressing his body against hers in a tender gesture of support. "Here, let me
help you with that," he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring as he
reached up to retrieve the box of teabags for her. Handing it over, he added
with a thoughtful tone, "Maybe we should think about moving some of these to a
lower shelf so you won't have to struggle to reach them." His genuine concern
for her comfort radiated from him, showing just how much he cared about making
her daily life a little easier.
As he handed her the gift, he couldn't help but
notice the delicate blush creeping across her cheeks, a vivid hue that made her
resemble a ripe tomato. "T-thank you," she stammered, taking the item from him
before reaching into her cupboard for two charmingly mismatched mugs. "I don't
usually have guests over, so I don't often brew tea," she added, pouring
steaming water over the tea bags resting in the mugs. The fragrant steam coiled
upward, fragrant with notes of floral and blueberry. She presented one of the
mugs to him, her smile brightening the small space. "Here you go."
Kouki raised the mug to his lips, savoring the
enticing aroma before taking a cautious sip. His brow furrowed in surprise at
the absence of sugar, yet the natural sweetness of the blueberries danced on
his palate, creating a delightful medley of flavors that wrapped around him
like a cozy blanket, eliciting a genuine smile. "Well, you're in luck because
you're the first person who has genuinely wanted me as a guest," he quipped,
his voice laced with humor, though the sincerity behind his words was undeniable.
"Then it's a win-win situation! You being one
of my first guests and your first time being a guest!" She exclaimed, throwing
her arms up in celebration, her laughter spilling into the air like music.
After a moment of jubilant silence, she returned to her tea, savoring the
moment.
"Oh! Now that you're here, should I try healing
you?" she suggested, scooting her chair closer to him until their knees brushed
against each other. Kouki felt a flutter of curiosity mixed with apprehension
as he considered the possibilities. Was it wise to tamper with the essence of
his being, which he viewed as a curse? "Sure thing, just be careful," he
replied, finishing off the remainder of his tea in one eager gulp.
"Okay…" she said, her tone soft and reassuring
as she set her tea aside. She leaned in closer, enough that he could feel the
warmth radiating from her. Gently, she took his hand and cradled it in hers,
her caring eyes meeting his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his
spine. "Don't worry, I'll start off with a small amount, and you let me know
how it feels. If you feel any discomfort, let me know," she instructed, her
voice a calming whisper.
With tender resolve, she began to channel light
magic into him, a healing spell whispered softly: "Purify." Kouki closed his
eyes and inhaled deeply, the warmth of her light magic flowing through him like
a gentle caress, awakening sensations that felt almost intimate. His skin
flickered with a soft glow as his markings illuminated, a warm luminescence
casting shadows that danced playfully around the cozy cottage. As she poured a
steady stream of light energy into him, Kouki's dark essence began to seep out,
spiraling into the air around them, allowing her a glimpse of the tangled
desires that coursed through his soul.
While London had closed her eyes, the absence
of sight did little to shield her from the oppressive dark energy swirling
around her. {"What is this…?"} she pondered, a knot of unease tightening
in her stomach. With determination, she resolved to fight back, channeling her
light magic into him, hoping to dispel the shadows encroaching upon her
consciousness. But as she poured her essence into the spell, she sensed an
unsettling shift; the weight of his darker energy began to seep into her very
being like ink in water.
{"What is happening to my body??"} Panic fluttered in her chest as an overwhelming wave of fatigue
washed over her. It was unclear whether the exhaustion stemmed from her
exertion of light magic in a desperate attempt to counteract the curse, or from
the strange, forbidden desires that began to awaken within her, pulling her
deeper into the abyss. The dark energy enveloped her, feeling like the touch of
seductive hands gliding over her skin, stirring something deep within her. For
Kouki, the sensation of London's soft hands provided a reassuring safety, yet
as the dark shadows of his own turmoil crept further into her space, the
radiant light around him began to falter and retreat. It left him caught within
the confines of his subconscious, desperately yearning for the warmth of that
light to remain. He was suddenly jolted from his thoughts as he took a step
back. "I'm sorry…" he gasped, breath coming in shaky bursts as if he couldn't
draw in enough air.
London, too, was caught under the influence of
the dark energy that caressed her, exploring every inch of her being. To her
astonishment, it wasn't painful; in fact, it was unlike anything she had ever
experienced before. Her mind raced to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions that
surged through her, filled with desires that felt both exhilarating and
terrifying. She sensed that crossing this line would lead her into uncharted
territory from which there would be no return… And just at that moment, Kouki
pulled away, leaving the atmosphere charged with what had just transpired. They
both lingered in silence, breathing heavily as they processed the experience.
"I-it's okay…" she managed to murmur, a soft
blush warming her cheeks—one that was deeper and more vivid than her usual rosy
tint. She turned her gaze away, attempting to conceal her flushed face from his
view. "Did… did you feel any pain at all…?"
"N-no, I felt actual comfort. I don't know how
to explain it, but it was… really nice. Truly, I can't put it into words, but
it felt so pleasant," Kouki stammered, oblivious to the fact that his arousal
was distinctly noticeable through his clothing, making him appear all the more
desirable with his chiseled features and the charm that radiated from him. "If
it's not a problem, I would love to experience that light again, but maybe not
right now since I think we both need some rest. I don't mind helping out if you
need me."
"That's good to hear…" London's gaze
inadvertently drifted downwards to his obvious arousal, and she felt her face
heat up even more, turning crimson. She looked as if she had become a ripe
tomato, her tail swaying unconsciously side to side. "U-um, I think it's a good
idea if we just get some rest…" she said, hastily gathering the empty cups to
bring to the sink. ("D-does he not realize?!") she fretted internally.
After cleaning, her gaze fell upon the small
bed in the corner, and she realized it could accommodate two, but only if they
cuddled. ("What did I just picture in my head?! Get it together, brain!") she
mentally scolded herself. "I-I think I'll just sleep on the floor. Y-you can
take my bed…"
"No, no, you take the bed, and I'll take the
floor. Trust me, or I could even squeeze into the closet; I have my ways of
making myself comfortable." Kouki replied, unaware of the seductive undertone
in his voice, amplified by his charming smile and the alluring beauty mark just
beneath his bottom lip.
"N-No! I couldn't ask you to do that… you're my
guest here," she insisted, turning to face him earnestly. "U-um… how about…" ("Don't
say it—don't say it—don't say it,") she chanted within her mind, but it was
futile. Whether it was the strange, intoxicating feelings from their earlier
encounter or the way his smile made her heart race, she found herself
suggesting, "We could share the bed…?"
Kouki was genuinely taken aback by her
proposal, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks that, while subtle, was
unmistakable. He remained unaware of the effect that her eyes had on him, as
the warmth of their shared moment thrummed through him, sending both his heart
and arousal into a state of eager anticipation for what the night might hold.
She got lost in his swirling eyes, she had
never seen anything like that before. But then she snapped out of it and said
"U-um if you okay with that… let me grab you some pantie- I mean!! pajamas! I
mean pajamas!" She was so awkward and couldn't seem to focus. she went to her
wardrobe and opened it up "D-do you wear Pajamas…?"
"Well because of where I come from the closest
thing to pajamas was a full onesie." He begin to explain how he would mostly
wear a large button-down that would reach all the way to his knees with long
sleeves and while he was explaining the smell of him begin to Weaver as it was
easy to tell that he was a traveler Who never had much time for a bath or a
shower let alone knew if that even existed in his world.
"A… onesie..? I've never heard of that?" She
tilted her head. "I'm sorry I don't think I have anything like that…" she then
noticed the smell. "Oh… um why don't we bathe before we head to bed…?" She then
blushed "I-i didn't mean it sound like we take one together! U-um I'll just go
start the water…" she walked to the bathroom of the cottage and started to pour
bottles with water inside as well as some nice fragrance and bubble potions
inside.
Kouki truly couldn't understand these feelings
as he couldn't help think that many things that he was saying could have caused
these emotions to arise but the same time every time he watched her walk away
he could always remember those strawberry panties along with that earlier
feeling of warmth. The more he thought was the more he started to become
aroused in the morals he felt the more he wanted to…. Kouki shook his head and
petted both his cheeks with both hands trying to calm himself down as his face
was as red as a tomato and even steam was rising from his head. Not to mention
his tail was swaying back-and-forth showing his true emotions.
Once she lit the fire below for hot water for
the bath, she turned around and noticed his distressed stance. After seeing him
like that Her mind calmed down and filled with thoughts of concern for him. She
walked over to him. He suddenly felt two hands on his cheek. She gently lifted
his head and made eye contact with him. He saw her caring and comforting look
in her eyes. "Hey, are you doing alright? Do you perhaps not like baths?" She
asked oblivious to his feelings and the situation.
Kouki was going to say something but when he
stepped a tiny bit close he slipped and accidentally got pretty close to London
as he was able to catch him self by putting a hand to the wall but their lives
were literally a few centimeters away from one another and their eyes were
locked on to each other almost allowing their hearts to touch. Just by being
this close his erection came back as it brushed against London's thighs.
"?!" She jumped a little when he tripped and
trapped her between him and the wall. But something else caught her attention
"O-oh!" She said as she felt it poking in between her soft thighs and up her
skirt. As She locked eyes with him again she found herself in a daze. Her face
fully flushed and her chest touching his. Both of their tails swayed in unison.
Without thinking she leaned forward and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around
him. Ignore his smell and she kind of found that attractive too.
The moment they kissed it was almost like a
chain had finally been broken for Kouki, Throughout his life he had never had
the chance to feel these types of emotions as he was almost like a starving
lion finally getting a chance to devour a gazelle or a dragon finally getting
it's Hunger satisfied. Just buy that simple kiss he begin to slide his tongue
into the mouth of London truly giving her a real run for her money and a real
kiss while holding her close as his tongue work was insane as if he was doing a
tongue twister with their kiss.
London was not prepared for what was happening.
Their bodies so close and interlocked it was almost like they were one. She
froze trying to process what was happening, as he was devouring every bit of
saliva in her mouth mixing it with his. Once she realized what was happening
she submissily allowed it to happen mixing her tongue with hers. She pulled him
in closer as she liked his taste. ("What is happening to me, this feeling is
overwhelming me… but it feels so good…") She thought to herself.
Once they finally broke the kiss, Kouki watched
as a stream of saliva strong from their mouth connected them for a moment while
the two of them looked at each other Eye to Eye. "Ready for a bath?" That was
the only thing that could be said in the mind of Kouki to London as his cock
was still rubbing or throbbing against her thighs as if it was just waiting to
enter her womanhood. She looked up at him, her gaze hazy and unfocused after
the kiss that had consumed them both. A soft sheen of perspiration glistened on
her skin, and her lips parted slightly, glistening with remnants of their
passionate exchange. She panted, trying to steady her breath, the intensity of
the moment still swirling in her chest. "T-the bath…? O-oh…" she stammered, her
voice barely above a whisper, as a blush crept across her cheeks, mixing
surprise with lingering desire. The steam from the nearby water embraced them,
filling the air with warmth, while her heart raced, caught in the exhilarating
aftermath of their encounter. She looked up at him, her gaze hazy and unfocused
after the kiss that had consumed them both. A soft sheen of perspiration
glistened on her skin, and her lips parted slightly, glistening with remnants
of their passionate exchange. She panted, trying to steady her breath, the
intensity of the moment still swirling in her chest. "T-the bath…? O-oh…" she
stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, as a blush crept across her
cheeks, mixing surprise with lingering desire. The steam from the nearby water
embraced them, filling the air with warmth, while her heart raced, caught in
the exhilarating aftermath of their encounter.
Kouki stood frozen in confusion, grappling with
the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within him. He had truly believed they
were sharing a moment, an unspoken connection filled with potential, but a
nagging sensation in his gut told him it wasn't over yet. Seeking solace and
clarity, he made his way to the bathroom, the soft click of the door closing
behind him echoing in the silence.
As he prepared himself, he quickly began to
remove his clothes, revealing the intricate web of curse marks that traced his
skin. The dark, swirling patterns stretched from the back of his neck, snaking
down his spine, and cascading across his limbs, a testament to the battles he
had fought and the dark forces he had faced. Each mark held a story, a memory
of the encounters that had shaped him.
In addition to the intricate curse marks that
snaked along his skin, Kouki's body was a tapestry of scars—each faded line and
rough patch a testament to the countless battles he had fought. They told
stories of fierce adversaries and harrowing encounters, echoing the memories of
hard-won victories and the sting of painful defeats. As he stood before the
mirror, the weight of his tumultuous past enveloped him, a tangible reminder of
the strength he had forged through adversity and the arduous journey that still
awaited him.
Meanwhile, Kouki remained blissfully unaware of
the turmoil unfolding in London. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through her
mind. ("What just happened?! Was that a kiss? It felt so much more than just
a kiss, though!") The realization washed over her like a warm wave,
igniting a blush that painted her cheeks a delicate pink. Her heart thudded
wildly in her chest, exhilaration surging through her veins like a spark of
electricity.
Her tail, usually poised and calm, now danced
whimsically behind her, curling and swaying in rhythm with her tumultuous
feelings of surprise and joy. ("Oh right, the towel!") she suddenly
remembered, the urgency of the moment snapping her back to reality. With a
burst of energy, she dashed across her room, her heart racing with
anticipation. She flung open her wardrobe, grasped the towel with trembling
fingers, and then gently tapped on the door, her pulse quickening with every
passing second.
Kouki, lost in thought and unabashedly
confident, swung open the door, completely naked. A playful smile danced across
his lips, adding to his already striking charm. As his eyes landed on the soft
towel draped nearby, he quickly reached for it, the fabric warm and inviting in
his grasp. "Thank you for the towel," he said, his voice teasingly light. "I
promise next time, I'll definitely help you wash your back." With a mischievous
wink that hinted at his playful nature, he closed the door behind him, anticipation
bubbling within as he made his way to prepare for the long-awaited bath that
awaited him.
She stood there, towel in hand, feeling time
freeze around her. Her wide eyes traveled from his muscular chest, glistening
slightly, to the undeniable evidence of his arousal. When he swiftly grabbed
the towel and closed the door behind him, she was left in stunned silence, her
heart racing. "H-huh….?" She murmured to herself, completely dumbfounded. ("IT
COULD BE THAT BIG?!") Internally, she was in a whirlwind of shock and
disbelief. Having never been this intimate with a guy before, she had never
laid eyes on a penis, let alone one of such impressive size. She had never been
this close with a guy before so she had never seen a penis before. Even so
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought one would be that big before. ("THAT
ALMOST WENT INTO ME?!") The thought sent her mind spiraling, overwhelmed by
the sheer possibility of what had just unfolded. With thoughts racing uncontrollably,
she eventually retreated to her bed, needing to escape the whirlwind of
emotions and confusion still swirling inside her.
Kouki sat in the tub as he home to himself
while smiling wickedly knowing that this was just the beginning and once he was
done he cleaned up the bathroom then went to the closet after using his cursed
magic to open a door they're allowed him to enter a special room that was a
secret. Once he slipped through, he neglected to fully close the door, leaving
it ajar. As London settled into her slumber, an unsettling wave of cursed
energy washed over her, stirring her from her dreams. Rubbing the sleep from
her eyes, she glanced toward the doorway, where a soft, dark purple glow pulsed
like a heartbeat. "What the…?" Curiosity piqued, she climbed out of bed, her
feet brushing against the cool wooden floor.
As she approached the door, a sense of both
trepidation and intrigue filled her. "Kouki…?" she whispered, peeking her head
into the mysterious passage. What used to be her closet, a familiar space of
jackets and shoes, had transformed into an enchanting portal leading into an
entirely different realm.
Before her lay a lavish bedroom, draped in
opulent black hues, with star-like lighting twinkling overhead, casting a
dreamy glow across the space. The bed, sumptuous and inviting, was adorned with
dark, flowing curtains that enveloped it, exuding an irresistible allure.
There, nestled among the sheets, lay Kouki, utterly serene, wearing nothing but
a towel that clung to him, illuminating the mysterious charm of the scene
before her.
London stepped into the room, her bare feet
sinking into the plush, velvety carpet that felt like clouds beneath her. "What
is this place…?" she murmured, her eyes widening in wonder as she took in her
surroundings. The opulence of the space was beyond anything she had encountered
before, and memories of simpler times quickly faded. Just as she was lost in
thought, she caught sight of Kouki lounging on the bed.
As she took a few confident steps closer, a
playful smile spread across her face. "What did you do to my closet?" she
teased, her voice light and filled with curiosity. Dressed in delicate silk
pajamas that shimmered softly in the light, she looked whimsical yet cozy. Her
hair had a slight tousle, remnants of sleep still clinging to her, transforming
her drowsiness into a newfound sense of boldness and playfulness.
He looked quite peaceful in his sleep, his face
relaxed and serene, revealing a tranquility that belied the storm of emotions
brewing beneath the surface. As he nestled deeper into his dreams, visions of
her—the woman who lay only a few feet away—began to rise. Her tousled bedhead
framed her delicate features like a halo, and despite the disarray of her hair,
she exuded a natural beauty that seemed to illuminate the dimly lit room. She
had no idea she was the centerpiece of his dreams, woven together with cherished
memories and glimmers of hope for the future.
With each soft flutter of his heart, warmth
surged through Kouki, transporting him back to moments when London had pulled
him from the depths of despair. Her steadfast presence had guided him back from
the jagged edge of darkness, illuminating his path with the brilliance of her
unwavering spirit. Each heartbeat echoed with gratitude, a calming reminder
that she was right there beside him—a radiant beacon of light amidst the chaos
of his life.
Then, like the gentle whisper of a dream, he
heard her voice, soft and almost ethereal, breaking the stillness of the night.
"Oh…" she mumbled sleepily, a hint of surprise lacing her words as she remained
blissfully unaware of the world outside their cocoon. "I didn't realize he was
asleep…" In a tender movement, she climbed onto the bed, curling up next to
him, her body still heavy with the soft remnants of slumber. Oblivious to the
way his heart raced at her closeness, she found herself enveloped by his warmth,
reminiscent of a cozy fire casting a golden glow on a cold winter's night. As
she nestled into him, her arms wrapping around his like the protective embrace
of a favorite blanket, a soft purring sound escaped her lips, seamlessly
blending with the rhythmic cadence of their breathing as she drifted back into
peaceful slumber.
What she didn't see was the serene smile
blossoming on his face the instant she surrendered to sleep. For Kouki, this
was a rare gift—an oasis of tranquil rest free from the haunting specters of
nightmares that had once plagued his nights. Just the thought of having London
by his side, her soothing presence a balm against his deepest fears, was pure
bliss. As he lay there, cocooned in the warmth of their connection, he savored
the sweetness of the moment, his heart swelling with gratitude for the solace
she brought into his life and the promise of brighter days on the horizon.