Huh? Why is everything dark? Why am I naked... and why does it feel so warm in here? Strange... I don't feel afraid at all?
Kaida's thoughts drifted like leaves on a slow river, meandering through the fragments of her life, the lessons Firion had shared, and all the mysteries she had yet to unravel.
When I was just a little girl, why did Momma never tell me what I truly was? A blue horn demon... Did she fear I would be dragged into some ancient conflict? But why shelter me from so many truths? So many things I should have known?
She settled into the soft darkness, her mind turning over and over until one thought rose above the rest, burning brighter than all the others.
Why does my heart race so wildly whenever Firion is near? And then... that deep, aching heat... down there... The only thing Momma ever told me before she left this world was that if my lunar cycle never comes, it means I've been blessed with a child. Somehow... somehow these feelings are connected. I know they are!
She delved deeper into the vaults of her memory, desperate to find the key that would unlock the truth about these strange, wonderful feelings Firion awakened in her. There had to be an answer hidden somewhere in her past!
Suddenly, Kaida found herself standing in her beloved forest—but something was terribly wrong. The world had drained of color, everything wrapped in grey, fading like mist at dawn. Then, through the haze, she spotted a herd of deer grazing peacefully. A familiar laughter echoed through the trees, warm and achingly dear.
And then she saw her.
A woman of breathtaking beauty, with flowing silver hair and a face that mirrored Kaida's own, only softened by the wisdom of years.
"Momma...?" Kaida's voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes. She reached out, desperate to touch her mother's face—but her hand passed right through. Her mother walked by without seeing her.
Kaida understood then. "I see... This isn't real. This is the past. My memories." She spoke the words calmly, though her heart ached.
"Look, Momma! Look at all the pretty deer!" A young girl's voice rang out, bright and innocent.
"They are beautiful, my little one. But be careful of the bucks, Kaida. They can become aggressive when they wish to be."
Kaida turned to see her younger self—barely more than a child—gathering elderberries with her mother on a crisp morning. Neither of them could see the grown woman standing among them, watching like a ghost.
Then it happened.
A magnificent buck with proud antlers approached a doe and mounted her from behind. Young Kaida's eyes went wide as she witnessed the deer reveal something she didn't understand.
Her mother's hand flew to cover her daughter's eyes! "Wait, Momma! I want to see them play!" The child fussed, trying to peek.
"No, sweetheart, you don't understand. They're not playing. This is..." But her mother's words faltered, and all that followed was a wet sound and the sharp cry of the doe.
Young Kaida twisted her head, struggling against her mother's hand, and caught a fleeting glimpse—the buck standing tall over the female, positioned behind her in a way that made no sense to her innocent eyes. Then her mother's hand blocked her view once more.
"Kaida, the deer are fine. We shouldn't watch. It isn't appropriate, and they are not playing as you think." Her mother's voice was strained with embarrassment.
The short-haired girl looked up with pure bewilderment. "If they're not playing... then what are they doing, Momma?"
Her mother pressed her lips together, searching for words meant only for someone old enough to understand. Finally, she said softly, "They're making babies, Kaida."
Those words struck adult Kaida like lightning, watching from the edges of the memory. Finally, the pieces began falling into place.
A buck is a male deer... and I remember now. I saw him... taking that thing out when he approached the doe. But then Momma covered my eyes and said they were making babies.
I saw a glimpse of Firion's... his manhood that one time. And ever since, I've wanted to touch it...
She curled into herself, trembling as the realization washed over her.
Her thoughts returned to Firion—the way that sweet, stinging ache between her legs would linger for hours, how the heat would spread upward, making her breasts feel heavy and sensitive. She sat up slowly, her fingers trailing across her generous curves, brushing over her ruby nipples—the same milky bosom that had nursed the wounded elf back to health. The memory of his lips wrapped around her, sucking so intimately as he held her close, sent shivers through her entire body.
I love being with Firion more than anything... Maybe... maybe I want to have his child? A deep blush spread across her cheeks.
But something was still missing. When he suckled at her breasts so tenderly, that ache between her thighs only grew stronger. Something needed to go there—something had to fill that emptiness, to ease that desperate, wet longing!
She fell back into the dream, her fingers finding her most secret place as a moan escaped her lips. And suddenly, there he was—Firion, standing before her without his shirt, his desire straining visibly against his trousers.
Finally, Kaida understood what she truly wanted.
But then fear crept in like a shadow. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he left her? She would be alone again... utterly alone.
The beautiful naked maiden stood trembling before the elf, tears glistening in her eyes. But to her wonder, he reached out and stroked her face, leaning closer. Instead of fear, something deeper stirred within her—an instinct that drew her toward him.
He cradled her face gently, parting her lips with his own, and pressed his mouth to hers.
This is only a dream... She thought, savoring every sensation as her eyes fluttered closed.
But then Firion held her tighter, and a warm, sweet liquid flowed from his mouth into hers. Her eyes flew open—
And she realized this was no dream at all.
Gulp... Gulp...
Kaida's eyes opened slowly, and she found herself in the waking world—with Firion's lips pressed softly against hers, warm elderberry tea flowing into her mouth. Rather than pull away, she wrapped her arms around his head, returning the intimate gesture.
Surprise flickered in Firion's eyes as he carefully drew back, but there was no shock between them—only a long, searching gaze, both of them suspended in a moment that felt timeless.
Kaida sat up slowly from the bed, her voice soft as she broke the silence. "Firion... did you make me something to drink?"
"Oh! Yes, it's elderberry tea. Elves brew it to break fevers. My mother used to make it for me whenever I fell ill." He offered her the remainder of the cup.
She smiled thoughtfully, taking a sip. The taste was fruity and spiced, deeply comforting. But then the realization struck her—Firion had just fed her this tea with his own mouth!
She froze mid-sip, her cheeks blooming crimson. Firion noticed immediately and reached out cautiously to feel her forehead, but her eyes held something else entirely—a clear, unmistakable intention.
"Firion... would you... feed me the rest of the tea?" Her voice wavered nervously.
He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. But he would not let this moment slip away.
He took the cup and drank what remained, holding the liquid in his mouth. Kaida leaned closer as he drew near, and once again their lips met. He poured the sweet berry broth down her throat, but neither of them was ready for it to end.
The elf grew bolder, his tongue gently teasing hers, coaxing her to respond. Within moments, her tongue danced with his, bold and eager. He carefully guided her back onto the bed, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress as her arms wound around his neck, drawing him deeper into the kiss.
The sensation was pure euphoria—the way he ravaged her mouth, the sweetness of his saliva mixing with the tea, the feeling of being completely desired. It felt as natural as breathing.
Their kiss lasted more than ten minutes before they finally parted, breathless and vulnerable.
Kaida spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper. "Firion... I don't know what comes next. But I think I understand now why I want to be with you. When I'm with you... it feels like I've found the one person I never want to leave."
With every word, she laid bare the feelings she had been hiding without even knowing it. The older man felt something stir in his chest—a fluttering sensation he thought he had lost forever, after Isa, the woman who had once held his heart, abandoned him for a younger man who then tried to have him killed.
"Kaida... I told you how hundreds of years ago, blue horn demons shattered my life, uprooted my home, and murdered my family. Back then, I swear my younger self would never have believed it if someone told him: that the elf I am today was nearly killed by his own kind, and that the most beautiful woman to ever save his life—nursing him with her perfect breasts—would also be a blue horn." His tone was light, almost humorous.
The demon maiden looked at him, tears and laughter mingling on her face. But beneath it all, she felt overwhelming joy—because his words finally gave her the courage to say what she truly wanted.
"Firion... can I be your wife? And... can I have your baby?" Her expression was humble, hopeful, utterly vulnerable.
The elf's heart threatened to burst from his chest. He wasted no time.
"I can only agree to your terms, Kaida... if you let me become your husband and the father of our children."
A small burst of laughter escaped them both, followed by another passionate kiss that felt like a dream too beautiful to be real.
And then, the atmosphere shifted—intimate, electric, inevitable.
Kaida lay naked on the bed, exposed and glowing beneath the silver moonlight, her pale skin luminous.
Firion stood before her and tore his shirt open, revealing the beautifully sculpted chest Kaida had secretly admired. But instead of simply letting her look, he smirked and reached for her hand, guiding it to his bare skin.
"Kaida... I want you to touch me this time."
Her face turned a spectacular shade of red.
Nervously, she reached toward his broad pectoral muscles, then hesitated. "Is it... really okay for me to touch you?" Her bright blue eyes shimmered with innocence.
The elf answered with a deep kiss and a reassuring nod. Emboldened, she explored his body with growing curiosity and hunger. His chest was warm and solid beneath her fingers, dusted with faint dark hairs. She felt every contour, every rise and fall of muscle, and soon the elf himself was blushing.
She grew bolder, more erotic in her explorations, her fingers finding his nipples. He shifted beneath her touch—not from discomfort, but from the ticklish, unfamiliar sensation. Encouraged, she leaned down and began to suckle at his areolas.
Firion placed his hands on her shoulders as the red-haired vixen became completely absorbed in nursing from him. Not that he wasn't enjoying it—but this kind of excitement was entirely new to him.
We haven't even made love yet, and this already feels incredible... It's like when I nurse from her, but.... He mused, stroking her head tenderly.
But soon, his body responded in a more urgent way. A large, heavy erection pressed against Kaida's belly, drawing her attention. She stopped her ministrations and stared at the prominent bulge, blushing furiously.
"You can touch it," he offered. "And in return... may I touch you?"
She nodded, reaching down into his trousers, her fingers wrapping around the heated shape beneath the fabric. She caressed him slowly, feeling the intense warmth. With both hands, she drew him out—and gasped at his size, the sight of precum glistening at the tip.
Why is it so big? Will it... really fit inside me? She worried silently.
Yet despite her nervousness, she felt drawn to him—compelled to press a gentle kiss to the tip. She felt him pulse beneath her lips.
Now it was his turn.
Firion stood and kissed her deeply, lowering her back onto the bed. When he pulled away, his eyes traveled down her body, settling on the place between her thighs—her virgin entrance, untouched by any man, glistening with desire.
Slowly, reverently, he began to stroke the delicate lips of her womb. Kaida moaned softly at the sensation.
Is this truly happening? For the first time in my life... I will have a woman entirely to myself. His excitement swelled.
The more he caressed her, the harder he became. When she was sufficiently wet, he carefully slid a finger inside her.
She cried out, her body spasming from the intrusion—a slight pain mixed with something deeper. Firion held her steady, his finger moving gently within her, preparing her for something far larger.
Tears formed in her eyes as she moaned, but he pulled her close and kissed her deeply, tongue tangling with hers. She wrapped her arms around his head, clinging to him.
Eventually, the pain faded, replaced by warmth and readiness. Firion withdrew his finger and returned to his favorite ritual—his mouth finding her large, smooth breasts, suckling at her nipples even though she wasn't lactating. The feeling of her sensitive buds against his tongue was euphoric for them both.
Then a memory surfaced—something a human had once told him.
A woman will experience an orgasm if you play with her navel...
He released her nipple and moved lower, making Kaida watch him curiously. His beard brushed against her skin as he lowered his mouth to her belly button—and then she felt his wet tongue penetrate deep into her navel, ravaging the sensitive flesh inside.
The sensation was overwhelming. A large gush of liquid poured from her as she cried out, her body trembling.
She looked down, dazed and embarrassed by the fluids. But Firion stroked her head and kissed her hard.
"Did I just...?" She asked weakly.
He shook his head. "It's not what you think, Kaida. This liquid means something else."
He rose from the bed, removing his shirt completely.
"What is this liquid then? What does it mean?" She asked, still breathless.
But as she looked up at him, the answer became clear. There he stood—completely naked, his massive erection aching with clear intention.
He smiled with dark promise, leaning toward her aggressively.
"It means... you're mine now, Kaida. Forever."