Her tanned skin on that streamlined body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, the musky scent of sun-kissed skin, earth, and primal allure of women wafted from the MILF, and impacted on his awakening desires. And the touch from her electrifying hands seemed to promise ease and forbidden pleasures alike, awakening a hunger in him that threatened to consume him whole.
As she leaned in, the heat of her body, the very essence of her being, reverberated through him, further fanning the flames of his desire into an all-consuming inferno.
Just when he felt that he was about to lose it all, the ever present headache strengthened further, awakening him from her allure, and promptly switched on his upper brain again, as he came back to sense, looking at her and the surroundings, he couldn't help mutter, 'What am I? Where am I? and most importantly who is this smoking hot milf?'
This woman…
Just as this thought emerged, a sharp pain filled his head, so intense that he just wished to pass out, but his brain refused to comply and stayed wide awake, letting him thoroughly enjoy the pain.
He tried to roll around to ease the pain, but his body refused to listen, so he could only helplessly shut his eyes in pain. It was like thousands of needles poking his head at once, various fragments of memory continuing to drift in his mind, and he knew that they were definitely not his own.
Seeing him like this the woman was startled and cried out in alarm "Sol! Sol! What's wrong? Don't frighten me like this!" Seemingly think of something, she hurried out of what you can say a thatched hut, as it was patched together with wood, hay, and animal leather.
On the other hand, after what felt like an eternity, the pain finally began to subside. Not totally disappear… just loosen its grip enough to allow him to at last breath again.
A rapid, ragged exhale tore out of his lungs, as he tried to catch his breath again.
By now his whole body was drenched in sweat. Every muscle throbbed like it had been cooked over an open fire. His mildly tanned skin flushed crimson, veins still pulsing from whatever cosmic crap he'd just gone through.
He stared up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling, heartbeat still pounding like an old engine that refused to die.
Exhale.
The sound was half relief, half disbelief.
For a long second, he didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't even think, just stared blankly, his brain was still buffering reality.
Then, slowly, like a half-corrupted file trying to reload, the memories started coming back… fragmented, glitchy, and completely out of order.
And with that, he finally remembered who he was. Where he was. And most importantly…what the hell was happening.
He looked at the roof above him with a complicated expression, because it was not concrete or plaster, instead it was all straw and hay.
A thatched roof, uneven and patched like it was built by someone drunk. Sunlight entered through the window like openings in the walls, warm and golden, landing across his sweaty face.
Suddenly, he frowned, and a helpless expression etched on his face, the corner of his mouth twitching like he couldn't decide if he should laugh or panic.
"...You've really got to be kidding me."
He muttered as he didn't know whether to say it was his good luck or bad luck. Even though he had a bit of inkling, but when it was really confirmed, It still felt so absurd that for a second, he genuinely thought this was some post-death fever dream.
But no… everything felt too real. The rough bedding scratching his skin, the faint smell of ash and dirt, the slow hum of insects outside, everything was undoubtedly real.
He tried to sit up, but every bone in his body protested, making his face pale with pain.
So he gave up and tried to feel his new body, as his body felt really different. Lighter and weirdly raw…like a system reboot running on new hardware.
He took another breath, stared at his trembling hands, and finally let out a small, shaky laugh.
But…What he didn't realize… or more like what he couldn't realize with his mortal senses… was that he wasn't alone.
In the darkest corner of the hut, where the shadows clung to the thatch like oil, a distortion lingered. It wasn't a ghost, or some evil beast…. but a mere projection… a fragment of consciousness from a being far too powerful to physically descend into this fragile plane without causing massive destruction.
It was Her. The entity who had been warring across the planes for months or maybe years.
She watched the boy with a heavy sense of responsibility. She remembered the moment he "died." She had been locked in combat with a Void-Tyrant. Feeling something strange, the boy had simply looked up, a witness to a war he couldn't see or comprehend.
But, the Tyrant had noticed him. To that cruel being, a mortal gaze was an insult in itself. With a casual flick of a finger… like a man swatting a gnat… the Tyrant had sent a pulse of death down to erase the "pesky ant."
Seeing this, she had hurriedly struck back, and ironically this gave her a rare chance to catch Tyrant distracted and using her full power, she used that moment to kill him. But the damage was done. The boy had fallen, his soul shattered by the casual malice of a higher being.
Guilt-ridden, she had descended a portion of her consciousness. She refused to let an innocent die for merely witnessing her war. So, seeing him dying she had gritted her teeth and used a last resort, she had poured a drop of Divine Origin Essence… a priceless treasure that immortals slaughtered each other for…into his body, willing his heart to beat again, commanding his broken soul to repair.
But what even she didn't know was that the original soul had already obliterated instantly, the moment the tyrant took action, and by some weird coincidence of fate, a new soul from another universe had slipped into the vacuum just as her Essence took root.
And now finally watching Sol get up, see his chest rise and fall, and see the divine origin essence fusing with his bones, body and soul, rewriting his potential from "mortal" to something... limitless. She let out a silent, metaphysical sigh of relief. He lives, the presence echoed silently. My debt is paid. And that Essence will rebuild him... stronger than any mortal has the right to be.
She looked at him with complicated emotions, as she hadn't expected one of the world's most valuable things to eventually fall in this mortal's hand. But she didn't have any regrets as she couldn't go against her consciousness which will be even worse for her and most importantly he gave her a chance to kill Void Tyrant, which deserves a much more valuable reward than this one.
She lingered for one last second, ensuring the integration was stable. Satisfied that the "boy" was saved, she dissolved into mist, retreating back to higher planes, leaving behind no trace of her existence.
Sol suddenly shivered. A phantom sensation brushed against his chest… like a cool elegant hand lifting off his sternum.
He blinked, looking around the empty room. "Is anyone there?"
Silence answered him. But as he inhaled, a strange, impossible scent hit his nose. It wasn't the smell of mud or sickness. It was the scent of Frost and Blue Lotuses… crisp, elegant, regal and entirely out of place in a primitive tribe.
He rubbed his chest, right over his heart, feeling a strange, humming warmth buried deep inside.
"Weird," he muttered, dismissing the scent as a hallucination from the pain.
"Anyways, I guess I really respawned." He muttered helplessly.