It had been so chaotic that I didn't even have the chance to ask myself this basic question. Who was I? And what happened to me before I entered this body?
I couldn't find answers no matter how hard I thought.
I curled my body, my dark raven hair floating in the sea and tiny bubbles making their way out of my mouth.
I wished this silence that embraced me could tell me the truth.
And then a light, just a glint, reflected from the bottom of the pool.
I opened my eyes and looked down. At the very bottom of the pool, something was glowing.
I was so close to it, having sunk so deeply.
It looked like a massive, translucent egg—a cocoon and I could feel something pulsing from it.
It was warm and cold at the same time.
Driven by a weird instinct, I pressed my bruised body against it and then suddenly, a blinding light exploded. I shut my eyes, only to feel a pair of arms wrapped around me.
One gripped my waist and the other was positioned behind my knees.
I snapped my eyes open. There was a man... out of nowhere.
A man was holding me under the water. He was ethereal, with skin that looked like moonlight and long, flowing hair. But it was his eyes that caught me—bright blue, with slit pupils like a predator.
He stared at me, his expression unreadable.
I couldn't breathe. Yes, I literally couldn't breathe because I had finally run out of air.
It was suspicious how I was able to hold my breath for so long when I wasn't even a fish person.
First, I nearly died by fire and now by water?! Was this body cursed?
The man seemed to notice as I held my throat, barely able to gasp as huge bubbles left my mouth, so he dove up in an instant, with a speed that seemed impossible under the water, and just like that, we emerged out of the water.
He pulled us to the surface, his grip firm around me, and I gasped for air.
That was dangerous.
I looked up at this man who had emerged from a glowing cocoon. What was he?
I wasn't that curious, but my eyes couldn't leave his face as a growing heat began to swell from inside my chest, flow through my bloodstream, and burn through my skin.
I bit my bottom lip.
I didn't need information on this world to know what was going on. This body, though looking as human as possible, is going into heat.
Of all times... why now?
I was in heat. And the only thing in front of me was a man who looked like a god.
He pulled me onto the mossy bank, his blue eyes scanning my face with a mix of curiosity and something darker.
I didn't give him a chance to speak, that is if he could.
He might've just woken up from a cocoon but his naked body was more than enough to tell me if he was mature enough to do the deed or not. And he certainly was mature.
So, I threw myself on him even closer, my damp hair sticking to my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down as I licked my lips.
He won't blame me for this, will he? But even if he does, I doubt he'll complain about it to anyone.
'He's a man for crying out loud. Wouldn't it bruise his ego to speak about a girl forcing herself on him?' I thought, a devious grin spreading on my lips.
Though he looked important, I didn't care who he was. I didn't care about the consequences either. I just wanted to put out the fire in me.
"I'll have you tonight," I rasped, my lips pressing close to his.
I didn't wait for an answer and leaned in to steal his lips. I kissed him, my teeth grazing his lip, and devouring hungrily.
He didn't push me away, fortunately, and kissed back, though he was sloppy.
I don't know if I've done it before but it definitely seems like this guy was an amateur. Why? Was this his first time?
Thinking about it, I felt even more excited. Ripping the innocence from a man with such a hot body was definitely my cup of tea.
It gives me great joy and satisfaction.
Before long, as we kissed intensely and intimately, I felt something poke me from under.
He was still holding me, his weight didn't shift an inch even though I was so rigorous in his arms.
I pressed my hand on his shoulder, finally freeing his lips as I looked at his chest.
There were water droplets still clinging to his hot pectorals, almost looking crystalline against his pale skin and under the reflection of the moon.
"You're so strong and healthy," I whispered, my voice carrying a sexual energy that even he felt.
I caressed his chest and then flicked his nipple before looking up at his face. He now had ragged breathing, his face lightly flushed and his eyes fixed on my face.
He wasn't in heat or anything but he seems to be tempted just enough to want to do what I say in order to quench his own fire.
I grinned.
"You'll have to place me down first," I said but his grip tightened. "No, no, I'm not going anywhere," I said. "I just want to make sure we're on equal footing."
He didn't know what that meant but the fact that I said I wouldn't run away was enough. I don't know if he's being obedient right now because he's still a bit out of his mind from coming out of the cocoon, or if he's just that horny but whichever it is, it works fine for me.
I stood to my feet, winching as I felt the sole of my feet that had cooled, crack.
But I didn't pay attention to it. I stood before this man.
He was tall, and huge—both in body size and down there too—He was literally staring at me with all eyes on his body.
"Want me to play with you?" I asked, reaching for his cock that was threatening to stab through my chest.
But I didn't hold it lightly, I squeezed it and he winced, his shoulders shaking.
I enjoyed that reaction and realized I could get more of it, but the heat was starting to make me dizzy.
I didn't want to lose my mind here and be taken advantage of. I'd rather be the one taking advantage of them.
"Lie down," I said with a hushed tone and he asked, finally speaking for the first time,
"What are you planning to do!?"
"So you can talk," I said, my hand running through my damp hair. "But it doesn't change anything. Be a good boy and lie down, will you? I'll make you feel good right here."