*The Novarik Lands, 500 years after the Black Sap*
The landscape around was unrecognizable. Where a bustling city once stood, vegetation had taken over everything. Extremely tall trees stretched as far as the eye could see, their thick trunks and heavy branches forming an almost continuous green canopy.
The ground was covered in thick moss, ferns, and vines climbing everywhere. In the middle of this dense forest, a single ancient building still stood out: an old concrete structure, cracked and overrun with ivy. Above what must have been the main entrance, rusted and half-torn metal letters formed the incomplete words H…PI…L. It was clearly an old hospital.
Inside, everything was in ruins. The walls bore long vertical cracks, probably caused by earthquakes or simply decades, even centuries, of abandonment. Moss covered almost every surface, green and damp. Climbing plants had pierced through the floor and wrapped around exposed pipes. The air smelled of wet earth and mold.
Further down the main corridor, a door still bore the faded letters " LABORATORY ".
Inside, several glass and metal capsules were neatly aligned, just as they had been when they were operational. All were in the same condition: cracked or shattered glass, rusted metal, thick moss growing between the seals. Thick roots had crept through the ceiling and coiled around some capsules like snakes.
Suddenly a sharp sound rang out, a crack followed by a hydraulic hiss.
The capsule furthest back lit up weakly. A bluish light passed through the dirty glass. The lid slowly rose in a cloud of thick white vapor. After a few seconds, a pale hand rested on the edge. A young man struggled to sit up. He emerged from the viscous liquid that still covered him, a transparent and slightly gelatinous fluid that dripped down his naked skin.
His body was thin, almost gaunt. His black hair, a bit too long, stuck to his forehead and cheeks. His blue eyes blinked rapidly, lost. He staggered out, tripped over a root crossing the floor, barely caught himself on the edge of the capsule and stood there, swaying like a child learning to walk.
He slowly walked to a large wall mirror covered in dust. He wiped his hand across it to clear a clean rectangle of glass, then looked at himself. He touched his cheeks, opened and closed his mouth several times, tested his jaw. A hoarse sound came from his throat, then hesitant syllables:
" I… where am I ? … "
He coughed, tried again. His voice gradually cleared. After a few minutes of clumsy practice, he could speak almost normally, though still weak. He quickly scanned the room, frowned, then headed toward the exit.
" My memories are a bit hazy, I remember having an accident and then... Luckily I still remember my name. "
As he walked through the corridors he looked around, " Shit… how long was I in there? " he thought.
Looking at his capsule where he had been in a coma, he realized with horror that this place was supposed to be the hospital where he had been admitted.
" Nothing is the same anymore? It looks like hundreds of years have passed here. It looks like those old end-of-the-world movies where only survivors are left… " he murmured to himself.
After several minutes of cautious walking, he arrived in front of a room whose door still bore the word " OFFICE ".
" I hope I'm wrong, damn it… "
He entered. The interior was in the same state: roots running along the walls, moss everywhere, cracked or overturned furniture, a thick layer of dust on everything. He approached a shelf, took a dusty cardboard folder, placed it on the desk, blew on it and began flipping through. The pages were illegible, the ink had vanished or turned brown. He sighed, weary.
When suddenly a clear crack sounded behind him. He spun around quickly. In front of him stood a young woman. She wore strange clothes: a coarse fabric tunic reinforced with leather plates that exposed her breasts and her bouncing ass, a bow slung across her back, a quiver full of arrows on her shoulder. Her chestnut hair was tied in a high, practical ponytail. She stared at him with suspicion.
Relieved to see another human being, he raised his hand in a peace gesture and gave a small smile.
' Phew, I'm not the only survivor. ' He thought.
" Uh… Hi, I'm… "
He didn't have time to finish. An arrow passed a few centimeters from his temple and violently embedded itself in the wall behind him. He turned, saw the still-vibrating shaft, and went pale.
When he looked back at her, she was already on him. With incredible speed she struck him in the stomach, swept his legs and pinned him to the ground in an instant. In a few seconds he was immobilized, a knee on his chest, the tip of a new arrow two centimeters from his throat.
" W-wait! " he cried, out of breath.
She froze, surprised by his voice. The arrow remained pointed at him, but she didn't fire.
" How is it that you speak our language? " she asked, brow furrowed. " Who are you? "
" I'm a human, like you. And it's normal that I speak your language… "
" No human has that kind of thing between their legs... " She murmured to herself.
She studied him at length, then seemed to relax slightly, without lowering her weapon. Maybe he was one of those monsters, but since he was weak and not hostile she simply observed.
" So what are you doing here then? "
" I don't know… I just woke up. " He vaguely pointed toward the direction of the laboratory.
Her eyes widened.
" Woke up…? " she murmured.
" Yes. "
She remained silent for a moment, then asked in a lower, almost cautious voice:
" Tell me… by any chance… would you be what we call a person who is not a woman? "
He blinked, confused but answered.
" Huh? "
' What kind of stupid question is that? Have the survivors really gone back to the Stone Age? ' Idris thought but since the woman already had enough strength to overpower him, he answered without making a fuss.
" Yes… yes, I'm a man. "
At those words, her face completely changed. The suspicion vanished, replaced by an enormous smile.
" So that's why you had that thing dangling… "
She put away her arrow, stood up and offered him her hand to help him get back on his feet.
Once standing, she looked him up and down with no embarrassment at all. He was still naked, his body still damp from the capsule fluid.
" Uh… What are you doing? "
She reached out, touched his arm, then his chest, as if to make sure he was real. Her fingers slowly moved downward, curious, until his crotch.
" I'm checking something… "
She stopped dead when she saw his sex.
" So this is it… the male reproductive organ? " she said in a low voice, fascinated.
Idris was starting to suspect that something was strange about this woman's reaction. ' Either she's crazy… But with that curious look it seems like it's the first time she's seen a dick? Do men nowadays have small ones? '
Idris laughed proudly. After all, even though he was weak, he was rather well-endowed.
She touched it with her fingertips, making a back-and-forth motion.
" Hey what are you doing! We don't know each other that well! "
A shiver immediately ran through him. His penis stiffened in seconds and stood up, lightly brushing the young woman's cheek.
" Ah! " she exclaimed, stepping back a centimeter, surprised.
She looked up. The erect member was now right in front of her face. She didn't move, fascinated. Her pupils dilated.
He blushed a little, embarrassed by the scene.
" Sorry… it's been a long time… your touch… well you know… "
She didn't seem to be listening. She stared at his cock with intense curiosity. Then she took his dick in her hand and began moving it up and down. Which made him let out a hoarse moan. After a moment she murmured to herself:
" If I remember the old texts correctly… you have to do it like this… "
She slowly brought her face closer. He flinched.
" W-wait! " he shouted.
But she didn't stop… she opened her mouth and swallowed the entire length in one movement. A drop of saliva fell to the floor.