I really, really, really liked this woman.
It hadn't even been a month since I came to this place, and I had barely spent more than a week with her. Yet here we were, holding each other tight as we mingled our lips together, and felt each other's warmth.
The past week, I was already on edge normally whenever I was around her. Even when she exuded the bare minimum of her charm as a Demoness of Pleasure, the sight of a beautiful woman flirting with you, even in jest, would make you excited. And as I realised now, all of that wasn't even in jest.
As our tongues touched each other's, I found her taste pleasantly flavourful. If I had the desire to put effort in that direction right now, I would have tried to describe the flavour of her mouth like a coffee nerd describing the flavour of their favourite speciality coffee's pour-over brew.
But since I rather wanted to keep all that to myself, I would refrain. Instead, I tightened my arms around her body and pushed my face further against hers. Ours tongues laced together, we savoured a mouthful of each other, but what truly made me shiver was the hot breath from her nose, filling mine.
The gentle, comforting warmth of her body and the torrid heat of her breath lit my senses on fire, yet I wanted nothing more but to fall deeper into them.
Like one would choose to sit by a scorching campfire that long grew past the point of comfortable—choosing to let their hair toast, than move towards the cold wilderness—I wanted nothing else in this moment except to melt in her blistering ardour, than look back at the wilderness of this crazy new world.
Even if I were to burn like a moth, in this moment I would choose nothing else but to join her flames and unify.
Holy shit, am I already crazy?
Like water sizzling on a hot pan, I shuddered as her eyes—red like glowing embers—met mine. Out of breath, I parted our lips, and looked at her from a slight distance. Her shirt-clad chest heaved up and down in heavy breaths, and had I cared about myself, I would have seen mine doing the same.
It was a beautiful sight, her face. Covered in a sweaty sheen, it lit up a nit brighter. Her hair, now a mess, stuck to her moist forehead, and her still parted lips looked more inviting than ever before.
A strangely ambiguous understanding passed both of us. Maybe it was something about being Instigators, I could almost feel a mystical connection between me and her. I did not know how.
Seeing her below me—dishevelled and dewy—a strange sense of accomplishment stroked my ego.
Her lips slowly curved up in a languid smile, and Eleanor unravelled her arms from around me. Brushing them up along my back, she brought them up to my cheeks, and held them there. She gently pulled my face down to her, and gave a little peck on my forehead, then my nose, and lastly my lips. She took a tad second longer there, before snaking her fingers through my hair at the back, and rested my face right on her collarbone, my nose just below her chin.
"I want to do things to you."
I'd blurted out without thought.
I heard her snort and closed my eyes in shame, and buried my face in her neck. I could feel us vibrate as she giggled.
At my reaction, she crossed her arms around my neck, and kissed the top of my head—well, the hair on the top of my head.
After a second, she murmured, "You can."
As if having gained the right to her, I moved my face down by a few centimetres, and kissed her left collarbone. With little pressure, I grabbed a bit of her skin between my lips and sucked.
"Aahn!", a tiny moan escaped Eleanor's mouth.
Again, I felt her palms hold the back of my head and push it harder against her. Obliging, I sucked harder, and let off.
When I raised my head to look, I could see a bright red patch, barely a centimetre wide at the sternal facet of her clavicle.
"Look at you smiling," I heard her say.
Was I smiling? Like an idiot?
I wouldn't know; I couldn't look at my own face after all.
With a mischievous smirk, Eleanor ruffled my hair with one hand while the other cupped my jaw, her thumb on my ear and the fingers in my hair. I instinctively pressed my face into her palm.
"When I said you can do things, I didn't think you'd do it right here and now. Not that I mind it though, you're just so adorable... adorable? No, affection... affectionate... affectionable? Yes, affectionable. I don't think that's a known word, though."
She giggled, her red eyes staring into the depths of my soul. The contact between our eyes only broke when we blinked for split seconds.
"Affectionable, huh? Who cares if it's known or not? You coined it; it's your word now."
"Our word," she corrected me.
I eased my one hand from below her back, and brought it to her face. Brushing her hair aside, I put them behind her ear, and held her cheek. Having tasted them so thoroughly, I still couldn't get enough of the sight of her glistening, soft lips. I swept my thumb up her chin and placed it on her lower lip.
"Right. Well, I only did that so you'll have something to remember me by, once I'm gone tomorrow. I'll only do things to you when you want me to." I said to her, and slowly slid my thumb up and down across her lower lip once.
"You're saying that, while doing this to me. Which of us is the actual demoness of pleasure? You're still such a lady-killer." Eleanor murmured the first sentence, speaking louder only the latter parts.
"You're defaming my good name with those allegations. Never in my life have I ever killed a lady."
"Then you're an Eleanor killer. I'd let you take me right now, right here, but you must leave early tomorrow, and we wouldn't have enough time to truly enjoy ourselves. Still, maybe there's some merit to that.
"That day I'd told you that I'd reward you when you digest your Instigator potion. It doesn't matter any more. You go, and come back to me safe and sound, and my body and soul is yours to take. When you come back, make me yours completely and be mine. You must come back to me, do you understand? I will wait for you. Promise me you will come back. Even if you fail, it's not that important. There will be more chances. No matter what, choose yourself over anything else. Do that, come back to me, and I'm yours forever."
I had no plans to go anywhere, let alone die. There was nothing else I wanted more than to get strong enough that I survive the apocalypse, and now, I had something to protect. What other answer could I give her?
"I will. I will come back to you, no matter what, and make you mine, 'forever.'"
Eleanor sighed, as if a knot she was holding in her throat had finally unravelled and had set it free. She took my hand on her cheek, held the back of my fingers to her lips. Giving it a short kiss, she put my hand aside, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling my face down, she kissed my lips for a short second, and turned us around. Now, I was the one carrying her weight yet again.
By the cause of being a beyonder, she seemed light to me even if we were the same height.
Holding my face, she said to me with a bright smile. "I love you. More than ever before."
Is this it? That time I got reincarnated in my favorite web novel on the genderbend pathway and gained a wife in the first month?
"I—"
My mouth was shut before I could say anything. Eleanor kissed me with passion I'd not expected. But before I could reciprocate, she separated and looked down at me with a serious expression.
"Say it to me when you come back."
What was I to say? I could only nod dumbly.
"Good," she said with mirth in her voice. "You're a good boy."
Fuck.
She really hadn't missed that. This time I really could feel my face burning.
Eleanor chuckled seeing my reaction. "Never thought I'd say this, but you're so cute. It just makes you even more affectionable. Could there ever be any man more perfect than mine?"
Before I could react, she wrapped her hands around my neck, and threw her head into my chest, hugging me tighter than ever.
What have I gotten myself into...
I couldn't help but dread the future. I had to figure out something. I couldn't just let the scale of this battle be on her side. What? Should I try it? I should.
"You're quite a good girl yourself, are you not? You helped me from the beginning, saved me when I needed it, became my teacher, and now this. What better woman could I ever ask for?"
Immediately I felt the grip around me tighten, and the face on my chest dug deeper into my bones.
"Nnnnnnnnnnn," and so, a high-pitched, shrill moan of pretest greeted my ears.
Let's go! It still worked! What an adorable creature.
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