She still had so many questions, and she’d never be able to get the answers for them if she left. Like, who was this mystery woman, and what did the village of Demons look like?
She rose to grab her sword to keep practising with it.
I-I’ll get better. When I’m strong enough, then I’ll make my decision. Both would be painful. To choose to either leave or stay, and both would upset her. To be trapped here, but be with Orpheus, or to be free and worry for him, miss him.
I have plenty of time. She’d only been here for a month. A month. Longer than anyone else. She’d survived running away and being attacked by a creepy spider Demon. Him being unconscious, and fighting to protect him and herself while she dragged him inside. She’d survived a thunderstorm. She’d survived just being a woman who bled once a month.
But she knew she wasn’t the first. The mystery woman survived all this. She had apparently spent years with him, so she knew she could be safe here.
She had plenty of time to get stronger, wiser. It had only been a month. She could survive another if she needed to.
What will I learn in that time?
She might be able to get all her answers.
Like where Duskwalkers came from, and why there was one that visited him. How many there were that he knew of? She could discover more about his past, about other strange things that could also be lurking in the Veil unknown to humans.
Is his cock purple like his tongue? She blushed at her own thoughts, despite really wanting to know the answer to that question. She knew what it felt like in her hands, that it was strange and oddly exotic. But what did it feel like inside her?
No! I don’t want to have sex with Orpheus. She felt like she’d be signing away her soul to the devil. Touching was different. It was sharing pleasure, but not their bodies. If they did, she feared that she’d become his bride. But I really want to have sex with him. She was so curious about his cock, what it would feel like, what any cock would feel like inside her. To have something that thick, and hard, and long, thrusting inside her like his big fingers did.
I’m a damn pervert! She swung her sword downwards with a small scream. A good for nothing pervert that wants to fuck a big, hot, sexy bonehead!
Those purple glowing eyes now had a power over her with the way they reflected over his white skull in the dim light or darkness.
And that damn tongue. She hadn’t had it against her again, but Reia remembered what it felt like, and she wanted it.
Screw this, she thought after a final swing. If I’m not going to leave, then I should go make him his stupid gift.
With a huff and wiping the sweat from her brow, she went inside so she could get a drink of water and begin to figure out what she wanted to make.
Despite knowing it was probably stupid, Reia went outside the next day even though the effects of Orpheus’ spell had worn off.
Orpheus was still gone. I totally could have left. He hadn’t returned through the night like she thought he might. He hadn’t shown up even the next morning.
She’d made a complicated dinner to fill her time, ate slowly, and experimented by dyeing a dress orange with the carrots she had. She was disappointed when it came out terribly because she hadn’t used enough, then mashed up the boiled carrots into her food. She refused to waste anything.
But mostly, Reia had remade his gift multiple times because she’d hated everything until she finally came up with her final idea. She hoped he liked it. She wasn’t sure if he would since they would need to be worn on his person and might be distracting for him.
Her sleep had been restless. She usually slept well when she knew Orpheus was around. That made zero sense to her, all things considered.
It meant she’d woken later in the day and almost missed her chance to be in the sun in the garden while having her breakfast. She often looked down at her pale skin, wishing the sun that came through the mist was strong enough to make it darker.
It was warm, but barely.
Then, she trained with her sword like she did everyday, whether he was here or not. Since he wasn’t here to watch her fail, she tried different and new moves, hoping she could catch him off-guard the next time he trained with her. Spooking the Duskwalker was becoming her goal.
She hadn’t been going at it for long before a Demon came to watch her.
“Delicious, tasty, blood-filled human.”
“Oh, go away,” she sighed at it, rolling her eyes before continuing her training.
She heard it lick at its mouth, slurping disgustingly and loudly like it wanted to be heard.
“Your meat will be tender. Your bones will feel good to crunch after I suck out the marrow from it.” Reia tried her best to ignore it, annoyed in her presence since it sounded feminine. “Come here, let me have a taste. Just an arm, or a leg, or your eyeballs!”