Chapter 153: Nature's Wrath 2
Chapter 153: Nature's Wrath 2
Some things you can only feel when skin meets skin.
At least, that was my take now that I was a Dream Demon.
Say it out loud and I'd sound like some cult leader, or a drug-addled hack peddling pseudo-intellectual novels.
That wasn't what I meant, obviously.
Blame my still-rusty Dream Demon abilities.
On ordinary people from a modest distance they work fine, but a Constellation is a whole other level—things get a little hazy.
The problem solved itself, naturally, when chest pressed against chest like this.
At a range where you feel a heartbeat through your skin, even a half-baked Dream Demon can sense everything with aching clarity.
"H-haah, you— you—"
Maybe it was the way I sealed her lips with a kiss every time they so much as twitched.
Breathless and gasping, she fixed me with a sulky glare.
Though that sharp, lifted corner of her eye kept steadily dropping.
Her pointy ears were doing the same. At this point I might as well call her a rabbit instead of a cat.
After gazing at her pink-flushed cheek for a moment, I wrapped my arms around the back of her neck and leaned in again, pressing my lips to hers over and over.
She pouted but never pulled away—that was the adorable part.
Maybe it was a habit from her role as the World Tree's guardian and eldest sister, looking after all the younger ones. She had that responsible, eager-to-help composure of a proper young lady, but the flustered, dumbfounded expression that slipped out whenever she was startled—that was what I liked most.
"What? Didn't you say you needed something?"
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I'd launched into a kiss and then asked her about needing something. She had no idea what I was talking about.
I buried the cheesy line I'd been thinking—something about needing her—deep in my chest, and kissed her again as her eyes kept rolling in confusion.
Was it because, to an elf, a garden packed with poison herbs and strangler vines simply didn't register?
The garden, which had felt gloomy and forbidding before, began to feel as cozy as a bedroom with the lights off.
Still, apparently not keen on rolling around in the dirt, she swept a hand gently down my back and shifted her weight.
Combine a magically fortified body with the small frame of an elf boy and I was now experiencing what it felt like to be carried by a fairly petite elf girl.
Most of my consciousness still thought of itself as a giant well over 190 centimeters, so being scooped up and carted off by this slip of a girl was awkward and utterly foreign.
I knew, intellectually, that I was about 160 centimeters now, but the moment my mind wandered she occasionally felt like a two-meter colossus.
You know how adults seemed so enormous when you were little?
I never expected to experience that feeling firsthand in an elf's body.
"Hehe, why'd you go so quiet all of a sudden?"
One arm wrapped around my back, the other hooked around my waist.
It was an awkward position for lifting someone, but she clearly had plenty of experience scooping up children. It felt a little off, but nothing hurt.
The only weird part was being carted around by my back like a newborn clutching a doll.
"Embarrassed to be in noona's arms? Hmm?"
She'd taken it a little differently, smirking as she teased me.
For me, the awkwardness came from being a grown adult man carted around in a girl's arms, but maybe she figured I was embarrassed by the embrace the same way she got embarrassed by kisses. She was laughing, plainly pleased with herself—what was the point of getting all worked up denying it?
The mood was good. I had no intention of ruining it because I couldn't read the room.
And hell, even if I denied it a hundred times, she'd probably just go, "Oh my, were you now?" and wave it off.
Her smile didn't fade until we entered the house and settled into the living room, piled up together.
Pat, pat. Her hand stroked softly down my back.
The gentle touch slid gradually lower.
From near my shoulder blades, tracing down the small of my back, ending at my ass.
At my age, getting my backside patted by a girl.
I hadn't kept exact count during the apocalypse era, but I'd been a returning student in my late twenties then, and now I was here—so even a conservative estimate put me comfortably past thirty.
Still, her touch wasn't meant to tease, so it didn't feel bad. And my body was smaller now, tucked snugly in her arms. It felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket, nodding off drowsily.
Not that I was dumb enough to actually fall asleep in this atmosphere.
I stretched my arms out and wrapped them around her back.
A pose where we'd each trapped the other with our arms.
Thanks to the traditional elf clothing that wound long cloth around the body, I could clearly feel the soft fabric and the press of her chest against me.
That gentle sensation filling my arms.
It felt so good that moving seemed like a chore.
Like lazing in bed on a holiday wrapped in blankets, I wanted to wallow lazily in this warm embrace.
That was my plan, anyway. The woman holding me appeared to have different ideas.
Her hand, which had been patting my back and then drifted down to the small of it, now slid slyly onto my ass.
Maybe because this wasn't the vertical relationship of Constellation and Incarnation but one between two Constellations—she was the most forward of any woman I'd been with.
"Can I take your pants off?"
A low, measured voice whispered right by my sharply upraised ear.
Clumsy fingers inched slyly under my waistband and pushed downward.
We were lying on our sides wrapped tight around each other, so the fact that she couldn't strip them off easily seemed to frustrate her more than anything.
One of us wriggling her fingers, the other twitching his hips—a ridiculous sight.
When our eyes met, she must have been thinking the same thing. Her gaze curved upward and she burst out, "Ahaha!"
"What're you laughing at?"
"You're laughing too."
I silenced the laughter with a kiss, holding it until it subsided.
I unhooked her brooch and lifted my hips, and the flimsy clothing came off almost laughably easily.
A light, unbelievably light blonde, blue-eyed girl climbed on top of me.
Elves felt so weightless I wondered if their bones and muscles were fundamentally different from a human's.
An entire person rested her weight on my small frame, but I felt no burden at all.
What I felt instead was a sensation that left me torn between obscenity and coziness.
The backside pressing firmly against my lower abdomen seemed to flaunt a figure toned by farm work.
She was just a little short—by proportion alone, her build was mature and well-shaped.
Honestly? If she'd had a child's blocky, uncurved body, it never would've gotten to this point—elf, older woman, and all.
Even with the genders reversed and elves being real and her being older than me, what a man actually sees matters enormously.
But what sprawled before me wasn't an elf with a kid's straight-lined figure. It was an elf with a narrow waist that shifted subtly, her firm backside pressing down on me.
She must have felt my cock rising, pushing past the bottom of her ass.
Like a flower blooming, her pale skin flushed a soft pink.
"Mmm... this is nice. Really."
"I like it too."
She lowered her upper body like a large cat, rubbing her cheek against my chest.
My Dream Demon magic power read her heart faintly.
Loneliness from the gulf between human and elf lifespans.
It was a feeling strikingly similar to mine, holed up alone in that underground bunker.
Isolation-induced affection starvation.
A desperate yearning for human warmth.
"I feel nothing but gratitude toward Incarnation Jeong Ah-rin...."
"Now that you mention it, our Incarnations are what brought us together."
Smack, smack. She kissed my collarbone and the nape of my neck with audible affection.
At the same time, her hips shifted subtly, finding their place.
This was less a practiced seductress playing with a man and more a maiden just now learning about sex and pleasure—a slow, halting motion that didn't quite lead naturally into penetration.
But she seemed satisfied just by the growing area of skin against skin, moving her hips with excruciating slowness as if to toy with me.
Her mindset was clearly: penetration or not, embrace first and feel each other.
my patience was nowhere near sufficient to endure even that.
I slid both hands down from the smooth plane of her back and seized her backside, then began to shift my hips in small movements, searching for the sticky-slick crevice between her thighs.
With elf pressed against elf, the room filled with a crisp, sweet scent of wildflowers, as if we'd turned it into a forest clearing.
Like a ripe flower bud brimming with thick honey, my cock slid in without a moment's hesitation, plunging deep.
"Mmm, if I give Jeong Ah-rin a gift it'll help you—hah?!"
Beyond the lazy, languorous pleasure, a sharp spike of sensation must have stabbed through her, because I felt her flinch hard, shoulders jolting upward.
"Y-you...?"
Truly startled, she clenched her thighs tight around me.
The sides of her ass and the area around her waist squeezed down, constricting me.
But an elf's body was far tougher than it looked. I could have thrust my hips up on sheer impulse if I wanted, but seeing her pouting lips—sulky, almost hurt—and her narrowed eyes made me stop.
"Noona will take care of it, so just stay still...."
With her chest pressed flush against mine, she moved languidly, like a snake winding across sand.
She wasn't bouncing up and down, but her flexible waist worked in circles, swirling her ass and flooding me with an unfamiliar pleasure.
At the same time, her lips sealed mine in return.
From my face to my chest to my thighs, wrapped in the warm heat of an elf's body, with only my lower half clamped and milked—I truly felt like I could stay like this for a thousand, ten thousand years.