Chapter 3: Their First Kiss

Igor quickly gathered some dry wood and stones, setting up a makeshift fire pit by the riverbank. Falco, ever the helpful companion, used his fiery wings to ignite the kindling. Within moments, a cheerful fire crackled, casting a warm, flickering glow over their campsite. The flames danced and cast shadows across the surrounding forest, adding a cozy ambiance to the serene setting.

Igor expertly cleaned and prepared the fish using a bone knife, his movements swift and practiced. He skewered the meat on sticks and positioned them over the fire to cook. The aroma of roasting fish soon filled the air, mingling with the scent of pine and fresh earth. Both of them could hardly wait to taste their meal.

As they waited for the fish to cook, Igor leaned back on a patch of soft grass, letting the peaceful sounds of the forest and the crackling fire wash over him. Falco perched beside him, preening his feathers contentedly, his eyes reflecting the firelight.

"You know, Falco," Igor said, staring into the flames, "I feel very happy everytime I come here. This place… it feels truly special to me. I like it here very much."

Falco nodded, his gaze following a spark that rose from the fire. "Yes, indeed. I also liked this place very much. We're fortunate to have such a wonderful river at our territory.

Thanks to your mother, no other demonic creatures or monsters dares to verge into our territory. She also protect this sacred forest with her divine magic. My father told me, your mother is like a deity to us, and we all should be grateful towards her."

Igor smiled, feeling a deep sense of pride. He thought about his mother, the Evergreen Tree, and the life she had provided for him. Despite the challenges and dangers outside their little haven, he knew he was blessed to live in such a wondrous place, all thanks to her love and care.

The fish cooked to perfection, and both of them feasted heartily, savoring every bite. The meat was tender and flavorful, the result of their combined effort. As they ate, the sky above them shifted to shades of gold and pink, casting a beautiful glow over the forest and river.

After their meal, they sat by the fire, feeling content and relaxed. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a golden light over the waterfall and the surrounding forest. The world seemed at peace, offering a perfect end to their adventurous day.

However, this tranquil setting didn't last long. Falco, ever vigilant, noticed something unusual in the middle of the river. His sharp eyes detected a figure struggling in the water, and he became visibly alarmed.

"Screech! Igor, I think I just saw a drowning human in the river," Falco exclaimed. "And it looks like that person needs help."

Igor, startled by Falco's urgent tone, immediately looked toward the river. His heart raced as he saw the figure—a person struggling against the current. The prospect of meeting another human after so many years filled him with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"Yes, I see it, Falco. Let's go and help them," Igor said, quickly removing his clothes and diving into the water once again. His strong strokes cut through the river with practiced ease, propelling him towards the struggling figure.

Falco flew above, keeping a watchful eye out for any potential dangers. His fiery wings illuminated the water below, ensuring Igor's path was clear.

When Igor reached the figure, he realized it was a young woman, a sight he had never encountered before. She was unconscious, her slim dress clinging to her form as she floated in the water. Without hesitation, Igor picked her up, securing her with one arm while swimming with the other. His physical strength made carrying her effortless, despite the cold water.

As he swam towards the shore, Igor felt an unfamiliar sensation from the young woman's body. He was puzzled by the soft and squishy feeling on his back. The concept of breasts were foreign to him, having never seen a female before. He quickly dismissed the thought, focusing instead on getting her to safety.

With Falco's assistance, Igor managed to bring the young woman to the riverbank. He carefully laid her down on a patch of soft grass, ensuring she was safe and comfortable. Her presence was intriguing and unfamiliar to him.

The young woman appeared to be about 16 years old, slightly taller than Igor. Her porcelain-like skin, long purple hair, and closed eyes gave her an ethereal appearance. She wore a slim dress that seemed designed for agility, likely indicating she had been on some sort of adventure.

Igor's gaze lingered on her, and he found himself drawn to her delicate features—the prominent contours of her chest, her wet pink lips, and her long, exposed legs. This reaction was new to him, and his body felt an unusual warmth. "What is this?"

He quickly shook off the confusion and looked at her with growing concern. Despite their efforts, she remained unconscious and wasn't showing signs of breathing. His worry deepened as he realized that he needed to act quickly.

"Falco, do you know why she isn't waking up? She isn't even breathing properly. Is she dead already?" Igor asked anxiously, his voice tinged with desperation.

Falco pondered for a moment before responding. "No, I don't think she's dead, Igor. It's likely that the water inside her body is causing her to be unresponsive."

Igor's panic intensified. "Then how do we help her? Isn't she going to die if we don't do something? I don't want that to happen. What should I do?"

Falco shook his head, exasperated. "Igor, you need to get the water out of her body. That's the most immediate solution."

Igor's face brightened with realization, but then he faltered, unsure of how to proceed. "But how do I do that? I can't use magic like Mother can."

Falco sighed, clearly frustrated with Igor's clumsiness. "Just suck the water out of her mouth, Igor."

Igor hesitated, his face reddening. "But is it appropriate? Touching another person's mouth with mine…"

"Just do it, Igor! Or do you want me to do it?" Falco flapped his wings in exasperation.

Igor, feeling a sense of urgency and embarrassment, quickly replied, "No, there's no need. I will do it myself."

With renewed determination, Igor positioned himself and gently pressed his lips to the young woman's mouth. He carefully began to suck the water from her lungs, his actions both tender and deliberate.

Later, he became so engrossed in that action that he felt like he was in heaven. Somehow, her lips tasted sweet and savory like natural honey. He began to suck her mouth with renewed vigor, leaving her almost breathless even in her unconscious state.

"Is this how a female's lips taste like?" Igor wondered feeling genuine fascination as he savored the taste, not realising his actions were a little perverted.

After a few attempts, he managed to expel the water from her lungs.

The young woman stirred slightly, her breathing becoming more regular. Igor pulled back from her tasty lips somehow. Then seeing the young woman regaining consciousness, he was relieved. The sight of her slowly opening her eyes filled him with hope and satisfaction.

"Are you alright?" Igor asked softly, his voice filled with concern and curiosity.

The young woman's eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep, captivating gaze. She looked around, disoriented, before her eyes settled on Igor. For a moment, their eyes met, and the young woman felt confusion.

The young woman felt a lingering sensation on her lips and touched them, confused. "What exactly happened to me? Who is this naked boy in front of her?"

"What did you do to me? Did you just kiss me? Tell me I'm wrong," she said in panic, looking at Igor for answers. She was hoping all her assumptions would turn wrong.

But Igor's response shattered all her expectations.

"What is a kiss? I just sucked the water out of your lungs," Igor replied, looking confused. The concept of a kiss was unfamiliar to him, having never interacting in human society. He had never been close to anyone in that way, though his mother's gentle affectionate touch was different.

Hearing the naked boy's oblivious response, the young woman despaired and started crying as if she had lost something precious.

"Sniff! My first kiss is gone just like that? And with a wild boy on top of that? Where is my prince charming that I dreamt about every night?" All of her romantic fantasies shattered like glass as she shed silent tears.

Seeing her cry, Igor was at a loss. Had he hurt his new human friend without even knowing why?

Falco watched but couldn't understand her language. Strangely, he could understand Igor's language but not the girl's.

But, from what he could perceive, Falco felt irritated by the girl's nonsensical crying. Why was she so upset about touching lips? It was just lips touching, right?

"Hey, human girl, why are you crying? We saved you, at least be grateful," he huffed. Turning to Igor, he said, "Igor, this human girl is really ungrateful. We should just leave her, hmph."