A God? A Fallen Angel? An Elf? (6)

Previously

"But these robes are too mangly," He muttered. "[Adjust]." It surprised him how natural it came for him to manipulate the Dress. A quick Whoosh sounded as the Dress collapsed into itself before a pure white dress appeared on me but he wasn't satisfied. "It's a little too frilly. Make it a bit more minimalistic please. [Adjust]."

Another Whoosh sounded again as a more practical outfit appeared on him. It was still the same white dress albeit a lot. . .less. There were no frills or anything of the sort and instead, it was something akin to a white, one piece skirt that accentuated his waist and hips, topped up with long, white stockings that really made his thick thighs pop out, with the long, black scarf around his neck.

"Much better," Willow nodded, satisfied. Just then, his stomach growled when the smell of an English breakfast wafted into his nose. He didn't know how on earth, Ivanka managed to make an English-themed breakfast in a fantasy world but he was too hungry to really pay any attention at this point. He wanted to run out the room and mangle my breakfast but he still had to play the part of an assaulted victim. He sighed. "I hope breakfast isn't too awkward."

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WIllow's POV

My hope fell through. Breakfast was extremely awkward but it didn't seem like Ivanka cared about the prevailing silence in the room as she silently feasted on her sausages. I didn't really care as much too thankfully, saved by the growling hunger in my stomach as I scarfed down the toast and bacon, a little too quickly for my liking.

It actually tasted pretty bad but to the starved me, it tasted like the food of the gods.

Now, my plate was empty but I was still hungry. What should I do? I can't exactly ask Ivanka for another serving but it looked like I didn't need to since she snapped her fingers and took out another serving before letting it float to me.

". . .Thank you," I whispered before eating away at the plate. By the time I was finished with my third serving, she just finished her first plate and seemed to settle on just staring at me with that deadpan expression of hers.

I stopped mid-eating. ". .Is there something wrong?"

"No," She said. "I was just wondering how you can eat that much considering your rather. . small stature."

How dare she call me short? "I'm still growing. I'm only 16 yet after all. Watch me, I'll grow up to become a man that can even beat you in a fight."

"Is that so?" Ivanka's eyebrow raised. "I didn't know you could fight."

"Of course I can," I drank the fresh, cool water and sighed. "I've been in multiple fights since I was a pup. I always win them too."

"How interesting," Ivanka muttered, somewhat amused. "But I meant fighting against monsters. Taking the head of a fire-breathing dragon, slaying an army of orcs, disemboweling a mad king."

Suddenly I didn't feel like eating too much. Ugh, I felt like vomiting now.

"Are you finished?" Ivanka asked.

"Yeah, I don't think I can eat after your vivid descriptions," I replied, patting my rather full stomach. But then, I was curious. Curious to hear the exploits of Ivanka—a woman whose achievements and appearance were kept rather vague in favour of her more bestial, fuckable and sexy half. "Have you done those before?"

"Hm?"

"Taking the head of a dragon, slaying orcs," I said, curious.

". .I have," Ivanka kept her spine straight even while sitting. "When I was a young cub in this blood-stained world, I was eager to make a name for myself. I've done everything you could imagine, from dragons to gods, giants to primordials—none of them survived my blades."

"Gods? You've met gods?" I asked with wide eyes.

"I've met them. I've killed them." Ivanka said. Her eyes carried a little twinkle of amusement in them when she reminisced about her past. "It's quite too easy to kill a god and steal their divinity once you learn that usually, you just need to play to their hubris before impaling them through their hearts."

"You don't like the gods?" I asked. This was a valuable piece of information that didn't show up in the game.

"No," She shook her head. "I don't like nor hate anyone. I don't align myself with good nor evil, beast nor man. I've even forsaken my race."

"An elf?" I said, looking at her long ears. ". .I heard that elves like to take human babies and stew them in a pot. But my father told me that elves are sexual deviants who predate on anything they think pretty." Ivanka stayed silent at that, not wishing to retort, deny nor confirm the rumor since she did nearly rape the boy after all.

I scraped the plates and bowls to the side and looked at Ivanka in the eyes. This was the time to confront her about it and finally put an end to my tiring, awkward charade. "Why did you do it?"

". . ."

I decided to push a little further. "From what I've seen, you don't seem like the type to do something as heinous as rape. Since if you wanted to, you would have done it the many nights I was asleep. You could have even done it when you found me unconscious in the woods."

"Why yesterday? I know that my. .my body may have been at fault somewhat for tempting your instincts but I don't understand," I brought my chair closer to her to see her expression which held nothing but impassiveness. "Now that I think about it, you did tell me to always fall asleep before the moon reaches its peak and the one night I didn't, that happened. You know something, you knew it would happen."

Gently, I brought my trembling hands onto hers, interlocking them as she looked down into my eyes. "What happened?" She tried to look away but a hand on her face stopped her, forcing her to look into my gleaming eyes. "Please, tell me." Ivanka was stubborn and I could tell if I hadn't released my relaxing pheromones at her, she never would have even parted her lips.

". . .You wish to know the truth?" Ivanka closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

I nodded. "Yeah. I deserve the truth, don't you think?" My fingers brushed over her knuckles, clasping both of my tiny hands around her large ones. "Please."

"Very well," Ivanka said. "This is the punishment I deserve." She gently pried apart my hands and stood up from her chair. Snapping her fingers, the dirty plates were taken into her dimensional storage. She took off her clothes, starting from her woolen tunic, revealing her large, tanned breasts.

Ivanka didn't wear a bra. I wanted to avert my eyes but she chastised, "Look carefully. This is the truth." Next, she took off her entire clothes and was completely nude as a toned yet still feminine tanned body unfurled before my eyes but that wasn't what I focused on.

"What. . .are those?" I covered my mouth, shakily pointing at the scarlet red tattoos throbbing with every one of her breath, etched on top of her wound-riddled body. They didn't show this in the game, even in the limited edition where Ivanka was buttnaked, as she mating-press fucked Willow right in front of the Demon God. Nevermind. Focus.

She sighed when the tip of my fingers touched a tattoo right above her left breast, where her heart should be. "Does it hurt?" Still, I couldn't stop myself from exploring her throbbing, vein-like tattoos that surprisingly fascinated me more than it horrified me.

"Mm. . Only if you keep poking at them," Ivanka chastised.

"Sorry," I stopped poking at her and instead of my hands, my eyes roamed her bewitching body.

"Does it not terrify you?" Ivanka asked.

"Hm? Oh no," I said and as if pleased with my answer, her tattoos throbbed. "They look a little cute. Like little baby tentacles."

". . .You have an odd sense of fondness," Ivanka said.

I looked into her eyes and asked, "How did it happen?" I continued my questions. "You said you were going to show me the truth but this. . .What happened?"

"The Curse Of Selene," She said in a hushed tone. Was she afraid? "The former goddess of the moon, stars and celestial bodies. I was in a battle against her, for six days and seven nights before I eventually claimed victory."

Her face slightly twisted into one of pure, unadulterated anger which shocked me since I didn't even think she was capable of showing any major emotions. "She's also my mother."

I gasped. "Your mother did this to you?"

She nodded. "Her curse, before I took her head and divinity, split me into two."

"Split you into two?"

"Can you imagine? Being you for only half of the day and when the moon arises," Ivanka sighed. "She comes out, whether I want it or not. The tattoos serve to bind me, forcing my mind, me into a deep sleep for twelve hours every single night as the other one awakens."

"The Other One?" I asked then held my head, massaging it as I acted as if my memories were coming back. "That's. . right. Now that I remember, the one who tried to rape me had hair the color of snow and eyes. . .slitted eyes akin to a beast."

Ivanka chuckled. "So you've met Nightmare."

"Nightmare?" I bit my lips. "That's a rather odd choice of name for a person."

"She's not a person," Ivanka hissed at me, making me flinch. "She's nothing more than a tumor eating away at the silence I deserve. . .I'll do anything to get her out of my body."

"Have you done it?"

"What?"

"Have you. . .Have you tried to get her out of your body?" I asked with bated breaths, afraid that my question might be stepping on her tail. I was ready to apologize when I saw her hands tightening into fists.

"Have I?" Ivanka's tone was drawn with anger. "I've done everything I can—I've drank a phoenix's blood in hopes of reincarnating without her but the curse pulls me back. I've eaten a piece of the World's Tree, in hopes that my body would be cleansed of her but all it did was make my spirit stronger, fusing it and me even closer together."

She gave a defeated sigh, relaxing her fists. "I've even brought my accursed mother back from the nether realm but she only laughed as my chalikars tore her soul essence apart." She traced a veiny, red tattoo slithering across her toned stomach.

"She brings nothing but destruction and carnage," Ivanka whispered. "And I had hoped that keeping you inside the house would protect you from her but that was naive of me."