I stirred awake the next morning.
Sunlight filtering through the windows of the guest room, casting warm rays on the wooden floor.
My body felt heavy, satisfied in a way it hadn't been in ages, and I stretched my arms overhead, grinning lazily as i remembered the events of last night—Luno's refusal, which had left me aching and frustrated, and had led me to fuck her sex-starved mother.
What a ride.
I thought, chuckling to myself as I swung my legs over the bed's edge.
I'm already starting to like this new world,
I dressed up quickly, slipping into a simple tunic i found in one of the chests in the room. Over it, I draped the cloak the old man had given me, just in case i needed to hide my identity.
The house was quiet as I stepped out, but a savory aroma wafted through the air, pulling me toward the living area.
Mhmm, something smells delicious,
I mused, my stomach rumbling in agreement. I followed the scent like a hound, rounding the corner into the dining area.
There sat the old man at the head of the rough-hewn table, chewing on a piece of flatbread smeared with some kind of herb paste.
Diane moved about nearby, dishing out steaming porridge into bowls. Her legs wobbled a bit, proof of how I left her last night, thighs quaking from the thorough fucking I'd given her.
Luno was nowhere in sight, which suited me just fine; after her little backing-out, I wasn't in the mood for her shy glares.
The moment Diane caught sight of me, her furry ears twitched sharply, perking up before flattening against her head, while her tail curled tightly around her waist protectively.
She froze for a split second before resuming her task with forced normalcy.
The old man glanced back over his shoulder as I approached the table, squinting at me.
"You've woken," he said, his tone flat.
I nodded, stretching my arms again and yawning.
"I slept like a baby last night." My eyes flicked to Diane for a moment, catching the way her full breasts jiggled slightly under her simple blouse as she bent to set a bowl down. She was still flushed from sleep—or maybe from memories of my cock filling her cunt—and that quick glance was enough to stir a faint twitch in my pants. But I turned back to the old man, sliding into a chair with casual ease.
Diane's gaze darted away the instant our eyes met, a light pink blush creeping up her neck to stain her cheeks. She busied herself with the serving tray, but I could see the subtle signs: the way her tail-tip flicked nervously, and the slight parting of her lips.
The old man, oblivious as ever, shoveled another bite into his mouth, grumbling around it. "Eat your breakfast. We've places to be."
I raised an eyebrow, spooning up some porridge.
Places?
"What place?" I asked, keeping my voice light, even though curiosity gnawed at me.
The old man paused, frowned, and opened his mouth to say something—but then snapped it shut with a heavy sigh.
"Just keep shut and eat," he muttered with a low voice and laced with warning. "So we can go."
I shrugged, smirking inside.
Touchy old bastard.
"Whatever you say, old man."
I dug into the food. It wasn't as good as food back on... well, Earth—that bit was obvious—but it hit the spot. As I ate, a thought crossed my mind, and I glanced at them.
"By the way, where's Luno?"
Diane hesitated, clinking her spoon against her bowl, her ears twitching again. But the old man answered without delay, not even looking up from his plate. "She went out. For... duty."
I tilted my head, intrigued. "Duty?"
"It's none of your business," he snapped, finally looking up at me with a sharp glare. "Finish up so we can get going."
I pouted for show, but inside, I rolled my eyes.
Dumbass, hiding secrets like they're gold.
"Fine."
I finished off the rest of my meal and pushed the bowl away. The old man stood first, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I followed suit, pulling up the cloak's hood to cover my face.
We headed toward the door, with Diane trailing a step behind those wobbly footsteps. The old man paused at the threshold, turning back to her with a gruff nod.
"Close the door when we leave."
She nodded quickly, but her eyes strayed to mine accidentally.
I gave her a little, secretive wink, and her cheeks bloomed pink again, her gaze snapping to the floor as she twisted her hands in her apron.
The old man turned to the door and pushed it open.
"Come along," he barked over his shoulder, already striding down the dirt path.
I followed behind him, tugging my hood down adjusting my cloak.
I wonder what this "place" is.