21 What About My Feelings?
Life holds an ineffable beauty, a realization that envelopes me time and again.
From my vantage point atop the grand sanctuary tower, the city unfurled before me like a shimmering tapestry. Luminescent lights dotted the landscape, twinning with the countless stars that bedecked the celestial expanse above. The sky itself was a masterpiece, with the brilliance of three luminous moons reflecting their gentle luminescence upon the world below.
Submerged in the rooftop pool, I was caressed by its therapeutic warmth, every droplet resonating with life and energy. The water seemed to hum with the ancient tales of the cosmos, drawing stories from the gleaming stars that watched from above.
Beside me, Lamar floated with a grace that seemed otherworldly. Adorned in a delicate drape of gossamer fabric, it traced her silhouette, capturing the essence of her being. She offered a chalice filled with wine, its bouquet rich and heady. Savoring it, the flavors unfolded in layers, each reminiscent of divine nectar.
Exiting the pool, I reclined in a sumptuous lounger, the crisp nocturnal breeze contrasting with the warmth that lingered on my skin. A pair of enchanting figures approached, clothed in pristine, diaphanous attire. Their visages, aglow from the pool's gentle light, radiated a demure charm. As they tenderly tended to my hands, I marveled at the softness and care in their touch, an intimate and comforting gesture.
Lamar, ever attentive, began to comb through my hair. The closeness of her presence, the warmth radiating from her, created an intimate cocoon around us. I could feel the two pieces of her warm breasts. The younger of the two attendants, her gaze intense and filled with curiosity, began tracing patterns on my chest, her fingers light and teasing. Then slowly went down to where my lil' bro.
She leaned in, her breath a soft whisper against my ear, "Master, allow me the honor..."
She move her face down and open her sexy lips….
….ahhh…
"Master," Dea's voice pierced through the haze, edged with urgency, "I believe it's time you awakened."
I stirred, disoriented. "What?"
Amidst the remnants of a recent battle, the scattered shards of broken glass sparkled ominously on the white marble floor, punctuating the otherwise pristine surface. Fine particles of a mysterious black substance, the remnants of the defeated vampires and zombies, lingered in the air, slowly settling like darkened snowflakes.
"Master, the new arrivals need your attention," Dea hinted delicately.
Blinking away my drowsiness, I scanned the room. Several pairs of eyes, filled with a mix of weariness and fear, stared back. They were focused primarily on one specific part of me, which, I soon realized, had inconveniently chosen this moment to assert itself.
My strong lil bro stood majestically.
Realization dawned. "Why are all these people here?" I asked, scrambling to adjust clothing which was already broken.
"These individuals were kept as sustenance – blood reservoirs for the vampires," Dea replied, her voice thick with distaste.
Recollection seeped in. Following the proclamation at the Sanctuary, fatigue had overwhelmed me, and I had sunk to the floor for what I thought would be a brief respite. But it seems my nap had turned into an unintended display.
"And now, they are master's slaves."
🕊️ [Slavery is an injustice.] 🕊️
Surveying the room, a sea of faces gazed back: men and women, but predominantly younger individuals, their features sculpted with youth's naive beauty. It was evident that the vampires had a discerning appetite, selecting their victims based not only on vitality but also on aesthetics. Their eyes, a deep well of emotions, reflected layers of fear, punctuated by desperate hope. They were akin to captives in a market, uncertain if fate would bestow upon them a benevolent guardian or a cruel master. Such vulnerability stirred memories of stories I had heard about prisoners, their futures hanging in the balance, oscillating between salvation and doom.
I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of the moment. "Why now?" I murmured to myself.
The remnants of a dream lingered, where an enchanting maiden was playfully teasing. And now, the physical ramifications of that dream were glaringly evident. I sighed heavily, "Of all the times, why couldn't they have waited just a few more moments? At least until the girl in my dream had finished attending to my little bro with her beautiful lips and mouth."
"Look, my little bro standing tall now. What can I do about that?" I sighed. "I'd do anything to resolve this."
As I grappled with my predicament, a figure gracefully navigated through the crowd towards me. The air seemed to shift as she approached.
"Master," her voice was smooth, yet held a note of authority.
In her presence, I felt strangely small, almost overshadowed.
She was the very epitome of elegance: statuesque, with proportions one would associate with a runway model. Her elongated fingers and poised gait spoke of grace, while her lithe frame seemed molded by artists. Waves of silvery-brown hair cascaded down her back, framing a face characterized by a chiseled nose, a defined chin, and alabaster skin. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and her ears had a delicate curve, adding to her ethereal beauty.
She radiated the aura of royalty, reminiscent of a princess who had known opulence and privilege, yet her stance also hinted at a streak of rebellion and undeniable authority.
Without hesitation, she declared, "I shall assist."
Confusion clouded my mind. "What do you mean?" I queried.
She came close to me, showing her face, which startled me a bit. Never in my life had I been so close to a woman as beautiful as her.
She opened my pants, and My little brother announced his presence majestically.
She looked at my little bro, gulping and focusing intently. For the next few minutes, I had no idea what transpired.
The princess lowered her head, making contact with my little bro. Her lips touch my lil bro shyly, and they keep talking slowly.
For some reason, I lost control of my senses; my rationality was eclipsed, and my base instincts took the lead.
The talking between her and my lil bro getting aggressive, on heat, There seemed like their argument to be an intricate dance between them, a push and pull of proximity and distance.
After what felt like an eternity communication, with her face flushed and eyes watery, she wanted to surrender but, my lil bro persist. Then by only using her last push my little bro signaled its surrender by releasing its white flag.
In shock she took the white flag and gracefully wiped away the evidence with her delicate fingers, looking at me with intense eyes.
"I have upheld my end of the deal. Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
"What?" I was still dazed, trying to comprehend the recent events.
"I am Eliana Seraphina Isolade."
"Yes," I managed to utter, my mind still clouded.
"I am the princess of Isolade. I implore you to save the people of my kingdom from the impending apocalypse."
Suddenly, in the midst of silence, a shimmering sigil manifested in the space between me and Eliana, casting an otherworldly glow upon the assembly.
[Pact established between Jaime and Eliana:
Jaime desires a certain intimate favor, willing to risk everything for a fleeting moment of passion.
Eliana has granted this wish, and in return, Jaime is bound to rescue her kingdom and its inhabitants. Deadline: 30 days.*
Failure to uphold the terms of the pact will lead to certain death.]
I gazed at the symbol, a mixture of astonishment and dread.
'Did I just do something so stupid?'
"This is a first time for me," I murmured, glancing sidelong at my lil bro.
Eliana responded softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice, "For me as well."
"You made such a daring movement in front of everyone!" I exclaimed, incredulous.
She met my gaze defiantly. "If I hadn't, another might have claimed the privilege."
As I scanned the eager crowd, a bold voice of a man called out, "Is that offer still on the table? Perhaps a repeat of the quest?"
"Watch your mouth! I've no interest in... such interactions between two men," I retorted.
A woman, her eyes alight with determination, pushed her way through. "Then may I have the honor?"
"No!!"
Eliana, with an air of dignity, declared, "By any logical measure, a moment's intimacy in exchange for the salvation of a kingdom is a worthy trade."
"But what of love, of emotion?" I pressed. "Don't you have any shame too?"
Eliana's eyes became distant. "Emotion? Love? Here, those concepts are foreign. We've learned to favor the mind over the heart. To us, sentimentality is a liability."
Dea chimed in, "In all my interactions with the creatures of this land, I've learned they think differently than humans. They prioritize logic over sentiment. To them, emotions are weaknesses."
Eliana's voice grew soft, almost pleading, "If it comforts you, I'd offer even more – daily interactions, even introduce you to my body and my little sister. All I ask is the safety of my people."
An man stepped forward, raising his hand for attention, "Master, you need not promise anything. Command, and it shall be done. All here are bound to you. We are your slaves from the first."
"Since I tell you the truth of your stupidity! Please make me your right hand."
Suddenly, a young woman darted forward, "Let me prove I can give Master a better blow job than she!" She reached out, but Eliana swiftly intervened, her eyes fierce.
Sighing deeply, I rose, adjusting my attire and walked away from them.
'I just feel wronged, but I don't know which part has been violated. Was I just violated?;
'What does she think she's doing? No emotions? What about my feelings? I love her and she treated me like a mere tool for her desires...'
'I was raped, and now I have to pay tremendously for something that is supposed to be free.'
'This is the first time I've been treated so wrongly. Damn, I think I'm going to cry.'
[Quest: Gather 1,000 loyal followers in 30 days, lest the sanctuary lose its power.]
[Quest: Save the Kingdom of Isolade within the stipulated time]
