Chapter 9 – Luna
The connection between the two was no longer just loose intentions.
As the days passed, he began to understand her "language" better. They were not words. They were layers. An urgency now came accompanied by direction. A desire to hunt brought the sensation of distance and type of prey. A sexual desire arrived with clear intensity and rhythm. Little by little, what had once been only a vague impulse transformed into something he could interpret with growing precision.
It was on a calm morning, after training, that the idea came.
He was sitting at the edge of the pool, breathing controlled, the pink mist still dissipating around his arms. The serpent rested with her head in his lap, blue eyes half-closed. The forked tongue came out from time to time to touch the skin of his belly, as if confirming that he was still there.
He ran his fingers over the blue horns and spoke in a low voice, addressing her with a name for the first time:
"Luna."
The serpent opened her eyes. The intention that arrived was curiosity mixed with something warm and receptive.
He repeated, more firmly:
"Luna. That's what I'm going to call you."
She raised her head and pressed her snout against his face. The tongue touched his cheek. The mental reply came clear, almost like recognition:
Accepted.
The bond tightened.
From that day on, the understanding deepened. He could already distinguish when she was merely satisfied, when she was alert, when she wanted to play at hunting, or when the lust was urgent. Luna, in turn, seemed to understand his limits and desires better. Sometimes she moved away a little when he needed silence. Other times she approached exactly at the moment the desire began to burn.
Training continued.
In the morning he performed sequences that worked strength, flexibility, and control at the same time, using knowledge from Earth. Push-ups at impossible angles thanks to the new body. Short, explosive runs inside the cave. Breathing exercises combined with the internal flow of pink mana. Luna watched in silence, sometimes correcting his posture with a light touch of her tail or a clear, direct intention:
Lower. More stable.
In the afternoon they hunted.
The forest was no longer unknown territory. With night vision, enhanced smell, and absurd agility, he moved as part of her. Luna guided him to herds of boars or to larger creatures that dared enter the territory. He attacked first. She finished when necessary. Afterward they shared the meat. With every hunt the understanding between them grew sharper. A simple turn of her head was enough for him to change direction. A low hiss was enough to warn that prey was near.
At night the lust returned.
Luna approached with the familiar hungry intention. The wide mouth swallowed his cock with growing enthusiasm, the throat working eagerly, swallowing every jet as if it were the best reward of the day. Then she offered herself, the white body opening for him. He entered deep, claws holding the smooth skin, and the two of them lost themselves in the old, urgent rhythm. When they finished, she cleaned the excess with her tongue and coiled around him, head on his chest.
The intention that came after the pleasure was always the same, soft and satisfied:
Luna…
He closed his eyes, hand in his white hair, and replied mentally:
Yes. Luna.
The cave no longer felt like a prison.
It felt like the beginning of something the two of them were learning to understand together.