Chapter 41: Unbriddled Desires

Restraining the apparent desire burning in his eyes, Huey raised his head and swept back his falling hair.

"Sigh... it's precisely because it's your duty," saying so in a slightly complicated expression, Huey let go of Tyla and got off her. He walked a few steps away from her and returned back to sitting cross legged against the bare ground.

Tyla took a few seconds longer before getting up, adjusting her thoughts and fixing her composure. 

She sat up a little slowly and glanced at the young man sitting away from her with a reserved and steady expression. It was different from his usual cold and aloof mask, and neither was it indifferent. For the first time in a while, Huey actually gazed at someone with a neutral and common expression.

But this was only to hide his loud and chaotic thoughts. 

His red eyes were settled calmly against her figure, almost solemnly.

For the first following seconds, an uncomfortable silence reigned between the two.

Then Tyla slowly lowered her her and shrunk closer her body.

"Why...?" she uttered in an almost whisper, her lowered gaze fell against the ground unable to meet with Huey's eyes.

Huey's expression became slightly more complicated, but he quickly transitioned to a neutral and calm facade. 

Letting out a tired sigh, he spoke spoke monotonously.

"I already told you, it's because it is your duty," then his voice quickly picked up energy — "I don't want to smash a chick 'cause she feels obligated to me... that's demeaning and low." At this point he was frowning slightly with his hands folded.

"..." 

Tyla slowly raised her head and regained composure, reverting to her usual cold and straight expression. She stared silently at Huey, studying his lightly frowning expression, then tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"I don't understand," she admitted, and Huey's brow twitched.

The innocent and dense expression she was making was almost enough to force Huey's lips to twist in a deeper frown.

Huey face palmed with another sigh, then said in a tired and dispirited tone at her.

"No, forget about it. It was the Village Head that sent you, right? Go back to him and tell him I appreciate the offer, thanks but no thanks," he flicked his wrist making a shooing gesture at the young lady across from him. 

All of a sudden, Tyla's Express became stiff and resolute just like before.

"I can't do that." She said sternly, Huey felt one foot back at the firm reply.

"Wh-what?" He said, regaining composure. But Tyla remained completely unyielding and firm.

" I was sent here to complete a task; I can not leave without a result, " her expression grew darker and slightly more determined. Leaning closer and closer towards Huey, Tyla crawled at him, saying, her intensity was evident.

"If you insist, at least tell me what i did wrong? Was it because I was too pushy? Or perhaps, I wasn't aggressive enough? Or maybe it's because you are more into foreplay...or...is it me? Am I not good enough? "

Huey backed away only a little, his expression growing more complicated.

"Are you kidding? You? Fuck, that's gold!" He rebuked almost mockingly and got up, leaving Tyla perplexed.

Huey looked down at the young lady, silently feasting on her curves with his eyes.

It was to be noted, Tyla was an extremely stunning woman in her own right. She had short blueish- silver hair reaching only as long as her neck, alluring azure eyes that shimmered like pixy dust. Her skin was smooth, and ivory, devoid of blemishes and impurities, like the finest canvas; she was soft and pleasant to Huey's touch, her slender figure was a voracious feast to his eyes.

She had the proper curves, the right amount of muscles on her toned body; a slender back, a slim waist line, long legs and plump thighs. Her warrior body was carved to Huey's perfection, creating a balanced symphony between her muscles and fat, she was endowed, her proportions the very right size further accentuated her figure.

Not good enough?! Hah! 

Huey wanted nothing more than to devour her right there, and right at that moment. She had physical everything he desired in his ideal woman! 

It was a struggle to remain still and control himself when she blatant threw herself against him. When was it? How long was it since he properly felt the touch of a woman? He hadn't realized, but his body craved it, over seventy years living amongst the wild, Huey's instincts were savage.

Hearing Tyla say something like that to him sounded like mockery and taunts. 

Huey glared down at her intensely, quelling his boiling emotions. All of a sudden, the room temperature dropped and Huey's expression fell cold and long.

His red eyes glowed with such dull intensity, like two spiral black holes and a dreary expression. Tyla fet a shudder run down her whole spine, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and her lips trembled.

Tyla had repeatedly felt Huey's presence before, but this was different. There was no bloodlust or hostility.

Just savage desire as his red eyes bore down on her entire being.

She felt like a small and weak prey before a hungry predator...an ancient one. In Huey's red eyes, there was nothingness but an empty spiral that threatened to swallow her whole.

Yet Tyla continued to stare into the abyss, and the depths continued to stare back into her. A strange shudder spread inside of her as Huey lowered himself closer down to her.

His expression was long and still, motionless and cold; his long, slender fingers slowly caresses the side of her face, rocking a tremor through her body.

Raising her head, Huey held up her chin and lowered his body for a leveled gaze between them. Tyla found herself willingly leaning forwards, her eyes were hazy and her breath was deep and yet so slow, as Huey's breath caressed her neck and reached her ears. 

His voice was like a whisper, his next words were a sinful dream;

"Do not taunt me; a mere night wouldn't suffice for what I would do to you. If 'you' so desire to find out, come find me over your own accord," he let go of her and leaned away, his domineering atmosphere withdrew.

Returning to sit cross legged one more time, Huey added;

"Until then, I refuse to lay a finger on you. Period. " Huey's expression had reverted, and his face was casual once more.

It took longer for Tyla to awaken from her self-induced trance. She found herself sucking in a deep breath and leaned backward while swallowing down a gulp.

Huey casually studied her, unaware of the suggestive thoughts her had subjected her mind to.

Tyla took a few seconds to restrain her trembling body before letting out a long breath.

"You refuse to touch me because I am here obligatory and not of my own personal volition..." Tyla said, reflecting, and Huey shrugged indifferently.

"Yeah... pretty much. Regardless of how much pleasing you may be to my taste, I have my principles. I don't want to be offered my women...I want them to come to me over their own honest decisions and my actions, " he paused, then thought for a feew seconds.

"And I should have consciously been the reason for that. It's suspicious when a woman approaches me without I having done anything to warrant her attention prior. In your case, you were asked as a duty to come to me," he added and concluded.

Tyla thought over what he disclosed for a few seconds. Oblivious to Huey, he had more than one reason for Tyla to approach him, outside of her duty as a Tribe member. Especially now he had gone and whispered strange things to her.

Huey was an immensely powerful individual, and for the Ntuli Tribe who respected strength, it wasn't strange that some of its women might be after him, specify, his bloodline.

In other words, he's children.

Tyla hated to admit it, but a part of her felt the same.

Regardless of how hateful and how much she truly disregarded him, it was a sincere fact Huey was powerful. To her, that was a 'w', almost enough to overpower every other hateful qualities he had.

In actuality, the Tribe hadn't fully made a hundred and eighty in their behavior, their initial thoughts concerning Huey being a surface dweller still remain. But as long as it was the influence of the Village head and council, they would do whatever he demanded and restrain the left over animosity.

In the end they could only acknowledge Huey's strength over all others.

Tyla observed Huey's seemingly indifferent figure. His eyes were still and looked bored and he sat there like a statue staring into empty space.

She reviewed her most interaction with this individual. This was the first time she had an actual exchange that lasted this long with him, and Tyla felt she had come to understand a little better about Huey.

Once she realized this, she let her lips twist into an almost imperceptible smile, and looked up at him.

"Very well, I understand." Saying so, Tyla got to get feet and nodded.

"What?" Seeing the small meaningful smile on her lips, Huey frowned slightly. The way she looked at him all of a sudden was suspicious and strange, different from before.

If earlier she had only coldness and distance in her gaze, now there was a play of amusement...and unbriddled desire.

Huey could only hide his shudder. He suddenly had a disturbing premonition when he looked into her eyes, but couldn't tell why.

"Only if I come on my own will...will you touch me then?" It was a weird question, a truly strange and daring one, but Tyla asked and Huey felt colder again.

'What kind of question is that?!'

Huey coughed.

"...w-well. Perhaps, but I dont think I've actively given you a reason to," he said and Tyla shook her head sideways with her meaningful smile before turning around to leave.

"No, it's fine. I was just clarifying," she left the words and reached the door, when she stopped and turned around suddenly. 

"Yes, before I forget... The council has asked me to give you this from the Professor." She pulled out a folded piece of paper and walked back to hand it to Huey.

Huey raised an eyebrow and slowly collected the paper, unfolding it, and read its content.

"...this is," his eyes slowly widened.

The paper was an old map marked with th

e coordinates, and on it, Huey could spot a familiar Neighborhood.