Episode 31

Content warning: Language and sexual content

Episode 31

As soon as I was confident that she was asleep, I slipped myself from under the sheet and slowly brought my legs over the side of the bed. Surprisingly, I found myself reluctant to get up. The scent of her arousal was strongly implanted, and I couldn't help but look over my shoulder at her calm sleeping form. Ryn was beautiful in a very simplistic way. The rich caramel tones of her skin seemed to glisten in the bit of sunlight that streamed in through the curtain. My mouth began to water. She smelled like sweet, salted honey. Her skin held a constant look of dewiness but wasn't wet. It was just her natural raw beauty and glow. So many different shades of brown were speckled together to create such deep chestnut hues in those eyes. Fae had the ability to hold your gaze in a way that left you feeling their warmth and kindness, effectively reflecting the emotions that Ryn spends much of her energy hiding from the world.

I knew I would've climbed back into bed next to her if I had kept admiring her peace. The methodical rise and fall of her chest I found to be entrancing. Telling her that I wanted to join her was not dishonest. Laying with someone's skin against mine was something I'd found myself craving, and it was nice the short time it lasted. Staying there would've been heavenly. My special gift relaxed her to the point where my influence was strong enough to push her to rest. It was quite perturbing that I needed to touch her directly for it to work.

I'm definitely weaker than I thought.

Mission successful, however.

Promptly, I turned away, forced myself up, and headed to my bed to distract myself from building those thoughts further. That's when I realized that I had left every bag in the back of Alaric's...

Jeep

is what he called it. I cursed myself under my breath, grabbed my towel, and wrapped it tight around my body. It wasn't much, but it would keep me decent. I glanced over and checked Ryn before carefully opening the door. It made a slight creaking sound in protest, but luckily for me, it went unnoticed. This was evident by the soft snoring that was now coming from Ryn. Gently, I closed it behind me as I stepped out barefoot into the night.

Thank the infinite that there wasn't anyone near our room. After my earlier conversation with Lark, I'm trying my hardest to fit in better. I can't stand out naked as a proud ambassador of divinity for everyone to see.

Disgracefully disappointing.

Looking around, I found the world near me quiet. Yet, upon feeling closer, it held a distant hum of a lively tune. Not just from one location but throughout the area.

Did this world now truly never sleep?

The soft vibrations left me curious as to the forms of entertainment these days. The night held life here, whereas not so long ago, the darkness was where others mainly found fear. Not much was dark now, though. Artificial lighting was hung and posted everywhere. The lamps towered above, hanging solemnly. Sad to be watching over the much less than reputable etchings of human existence. Every street and almost every sign was aglow with this light source.

Lark couldn't get a room directly next to ours, placing him much further from us, so it was a bit of a walk to the vehicle. He had stationed it an equal distance between us so the walk would be "fair," he said. Women have many more rights now, which I appreciate, but at this moment, I find myself longing for the overly chivalrous gentleman. Normally, I wouldn't complain, but my pores were open from my showering, and the air felt colder than before. It held a clean crispness only found in mid to late Autumn. One couldn't help but stop and soak it in, except at this moment when my nipples could chop wood.

The fresh, tender flesh on the bottom of my bare feet burned in protest as I made the trek over to the Jeep. Each little pebble felt like a razor underfoot. It would take some time for the skin to get thicker. The tenderness of a new physical form was one of my least favorite parts of becoming alive. It explains part of the reason infants scream incessantly when they are newborns. As I reached the Jeep, an uneasiness grew within me. It felt as if I was being watched closely by someone. Nonchalantly, I looked around as I opened the back of the Jeep to grab the bag I needed. Nothing. I couldn't see a sign of anything out of order. The night around me remained quiet. No eyes were visible. Only the drumming deeper within the town. Deliberately, I took my time going through the bags to avoid any suspicion from my new admirer. Glancing about, I still could see nothing. Though the scent of the air around me was no different than before, the uneasiness in the pit of me remained.

Quietly, I ruffled through the shopping bags and found what I wanted. Undergarments that were little more than straps of cloth. Odd that someone would spend money on such a thing. So little material, you could probably craft it on your own right at home. Guaranteed much more protection than this thing would provide. I shouldn't complain. I didn't have any clothing at all last life and wasn't allotted much of anything. Yes, I lied to my companions. I've been here a few times more recently than I shared. These lives were inconsequential to bring up as I wasn't here very long. Not much was gained or learned. The fact that Lark mentioned the shortness of my previous time made me nauseous. It was probably happenstance, so I pushed away that pointless circular contemplation. Sifting through the bags, I found everything else I was looking for. Slick-looking black pants, a top, and a sweatshirt that had a hood and conjoining front pocket. 'Hoodie' is what Lark called it. He was right, and I'm glad now that he was so insistent that I got one. It was relatively comfortable.

I grabbed the pile and put everything back in the other bags. A smile crept upon my face at some of the other contents within. Looking at the throw blanket in the back, I decided to hide the bags beneath it. Slipping the sweater on, that feeling returned to me, crawling over my skin like ants as the fabric passed my face. Someone was watching me. I closed my eyes and tried again to reach out and feel for them. Any bit of their vibration would tell me. My voyeur. Except there was nothing. I couldn't feel anything unusual, so I brushed it off and headed back to the room. If I were in immediate danger, I would've sensed it. Besides, I was getting weaker by the minute. It was not a time to become compromised. If I was being monitored, I needed to be at full capacity.

Being careful this time, the door obliged more quietly when I opened it and snuck inside. Ryn lay perfectly in the position I left her in, looking undeniably peaceful. Angelic in the way you'd imagine a Fae to be. They truly were hard not to admire aesthetically. Personally, I've never met one that wasn't at least the slightest bit attractive in one way or another. Whatever was lacking physically seemed to always be balanced in their character as well. I smiled in satisfaction at her contentment and began to get dressed. It took me a moment, but I got the pants on. The type of material led me into a false sense of security. It seemed it would be easy to slide them on, however the task was greatly hindered by my posterior. Wiggling, undulating, and jumping is what it took to get them on, but once they were, it was very easy to secure them. You would think it would be incredibly tight and difficult for motion, but it was soft inside, and the fabric stretched readily with my body as I moved.

Earlier, while we were out shopping, Alaric flashed me a disapproving look when I picked up this beautiful top, which encouraged me to get it. Naturally. It was a brilliant shade of purple. This color was highly sought after and expensive the last time I was here of length. Only fit and deserving of the most well-off families. Now, it was everywhere. The range of colors available today was truly lovely. Colors you would only see on rolling hills in spring or the sky at dusk and dawn. Bottoms that were so brightly colored pink that you could most certainly see whoever was wearing them from a few miles away.

Small silver bits with purple hues on the front reflected light gently on the wall as I pulled the article over my head. It had a lace collar that snapped in the front, cut low, with much of the tops of my breasts on display nicely. The quarter sleeves and entire back were made of matching lace and were connected to the collar. Black lace extended across my torso, and the bodice was covered with those small silver-purple bits and had silk inside. It was not truly silk, but very close to it in texture. It felt fantastic on my skin. Looking in the mirror, there was no denying that it looked amazing on my body, and if I didn't know I was me, I would ravage myself. I might do that later, anyway.

Sounds of Ryn moaning as she was reaching her peak echoed through my psyche. My chest suddenly felt hot. Her scent was still present and invading my nose. Soon, it was the only thing I could smell, and it was delicious.

Salted caramels. So delectable

. I hadn't realized that I'd closed my eyes, but when I opened them and stood in front of the mirror, I noticed the flesh under them was slightly sunk in. The whites of them were already beginning to display trace amounts of red. I needed to leave before Ryn became my victim. I couldn't do that to her. All our destinies were intertwined in a way that was beyond our control. With the social atmosphere at this time thus far, mutual respect is what is needed most if I am to traverse this smoothly.

Bands flew everywhere as I tried to free one from the newly purchased pack. I sighed as I picked one up and then proceeded to wrap my long, bright locks up and away from my face in the same manner Ryn did earlier. It was a struggle before I realized that it was a menagerie of twisting and wrapping the band around the bulk of hair. Why move to this when a cloth wrap is more effective and delicate on follicles? After stealing one more glance at Ryn sleeping soundly, I slipped the hoodie back on, put the room key into my pocket, and headed for the door, leaving a mess of hairbands in my wake.

If only I could experience sound sleep. Or dream... dreaming sounds fascinating.

Gently, I pushed myself through the squeaky door. The smells of alcohol and arousal mixed with the sounds of music left me with little question as to which direction I was headed. Many different scents from a lot of different species. The children of the children that were bread from our children. Never thought the day would come when they were living among one another as equals. Now, here it was. Finally, against all odds and after all this time, here it was, and I could experience it. I felt highly fortunate for it, and my appreciation grew the further I explored. The music was rhythmic and deep. The hum grew louder the longer I ventured. It wasn't too far ahead by the sound of things.

I saw lights strobe and move on buildings in the near distance, so I crossed the street and headed toward them. Back in my day, this would've been a meal ticket--a glowing beacon in the night for anyone thirsty passing by. Every building on my left and right was brightly lit outside, and the party from each had spilled out into the street. The loud music vibrated the earth beneath my feet the closer I got. I took a nice deep breath in and smiled. A good ninety percent of these people were intoxicated. Who am I trying to fool? It was an absolute buffet. I wouldn't even need to waste my energy compelling anyone.

Just grab someone's attention, push my sexual energy about, get a good quick bite, and then leave.

The buildings seemed to have doors that pulled down from the ceiling when the business was closed, leaving it currently wide open to the streets. I almost felt out of place with my... hoodie on. Many in attendance had much of their skin exposed. Odd, considering how cool the air was, but you wouldn't hear any objection from me. People could be seen grinding their bodies into one another to the rhythmic pounding of the music in every direction. Everywhere I looked. I licked some saliva from my lips.

Quick snack on... two or three, and I'll be good to go. In and out! No one will need to seek medical attention afterward.

There was a building ahead on the left that provided slightly less light that I opted for. Easier to pick out prey from this kind of crowd. It was unlike things I've seen expressed so openly in public, and I've seen things. There was a time once when orgies were quite popular, you know. Only never large enough to encompass a thriving metropolis or somewhere so public. Upon my approach I spotted a group of tasty morsels only feet away. Approximately a dozen or so men and women were shirtless, undulating upon one another to the music.

Five or six. Quick sip a piece... I could easily.

I b-lined for the crew and slowly inserted my body between theirs, moving in time with each hip and chest movement. I was surrounded by them, entirely immersed. Each body intertwined with hands, exploring and caressing every inch of bare flesh. Soon, at least two sets of hands began exploring my own, and I allowed them to have their adventure. This was going to be easier than I thought. Slowly, hands inched up under my hoodie to cup my breasts, and I raised my arms for easier access. With each touch, more followed as I let my energy flow through them. Their need for each other and touch grew as expected. My nipple got a little pinch as another pair of hands slipped around my waist.

Suddenly, I felt a thrumming against my arm and myself being roughly jerked from the fray. Turning, I saw it was Lark glaring at me with that crotchety face I was quickly becoming accustomed to. "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice boomed over the noise.

How dare he.

This creature's complete and utter lack of care for his own self-preservation was absolutely perplexing and infuriating. Some patrons nearby had paused to look our way for a moment but continued humping soon thereafter. I watched as his eyes quickly darted around with his free fist clenched tightly. Seemingly satisfied, his gaze settled back down on me.