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---------Chapter Cover---------
[Marcus Carvalho]
A thunderous pain hammers through my skull, each pulse a brutal assault on my senses. The hangover is relentless, though a faint trace of yesterday's buzz still coils in my veins.
I groan, eyes clamped shut against the pain assault, like a dozen tiny miners swinging pickaxes inside my head, each strike sending my brain into spasms.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I croak, every word tasting like grit.
I force my eyes open, squinting at sunlight stabbing through the curtain gaps. The room spins, a dizzy blur of colors and shapes. My stomach rebels, bile crawling up my throat. I clamp my eyes shut again, breathing deep until the nausea finally loosens its grip.
"Think, Marcus." I whisper in pain. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Images flicker, hazy and disjointed.
Laughter... Clinking glasses... Edith leaving alone, Drika's eyes wide with surprise, Carlie looking sad at me. Then... nothing.
My mouth tastes like something crawled in there and died. I need water, but the thought of moving is overwhelming.
"Why am I in so much pain?" I mutter, my voice a raspy croak.
I take a deep breath, and immediately regret it as a wave of nausea crashes over me. My body feels like raw nerves wrapped in skin, every muscle screaming in pain. I force my brain to rewind, trying to piece together the mess of last night. And then it hits me.
"I shut off my blessings," I whisper, the realization hitting like a sucker punch. "All just to chase a fucking buzz from booze."
I flick the metaphysical switch on my blessings, and a warm feeling envelops me, pulsing from within.
[BLESSINGS]
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God's Blessings: {ON}
Elemental Blessings: {ON}
Mortals Blessings: {ON}
Lovers Blessings: {ON}
[BLESSINGS]
[Poison Detected]
[Analyzing Compound]
[Ethyl Alcohol Identified]
[Poison Neutralized]
The alcohol's toxic grip loosens, every remnant burned away by the mana coursing through my veins reaching my muscles and organs.
Without alcohol in my system, my passive abilities begin to work on the damage caused by the previous night's alcohol consumption.
[Treating Dehydration]
[Regulating Blood Sugar Levels]
[Reducing Blood Vessels Dilation]
[Healing Inflammations on: Muscles, Liver, Stomach, Intestines and Brain]
Relief floods in, sweeping away the nausea and pain. My body hums, knitting itself back together with swift efficiency.
I blink, and my vision sharpens, the world snapping into brutal clarity. That's when I feel it, the tight, unrelenting pressure around me, the furry weight of a creature pinning me to the bed.
I wiggle slightly, unsure who's or what is holding me, but the body owner whimpers, a soft, needy sound.
"Hmm."
The warm but strong arms around me tightens its grip, pulling me deeper into its embrace, my body sinking into two marvelous, fluffy soft orbs.
"Boobs," I whisper, a goofy grin spreading across my face.
No! Bad brain. We need to at least know who the boobs belong to before nestling on them for the winter.
…
But it's so cozy and warm here, and it smells amazing. I give the mound a sniff, and my body relaxes to the wonderful aroma.
"What is this sweet smell?" I mutter curiously. "Is it a type of flower?"
I give another sniff, longer this time, drawing in the sweet, heady scent. It's familiar, like a memory dancing just out of reach.
"I know this smell," I mutter, my nose nestled in the soft, fluffy orbs. "I can almost..."
Just as I'm about to inhale again, a voice cuts through the haze.
"It's jasmine," Carlie's voice, soft and slightly shy, drifts down from above. "It's a jasmine conditioner that I use on my fur you are smealing."
I freeze as it all clicks into place. After Edith bailed to sleep early, Carlie had stuck around to keep me company. I was probably too wasted to touch magic, and somehow we ended up crashing on a hotel bed, or some shit like that.
I tilt my head back, looking up into Carlie's face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes shiny and bright.
"Hey, Carlie," I murmur, offering her a warm smile. "I'm sorry if I acted like an idiot last night… and thanks for staying with me."
She looks away, a small smile playing on her lips.
"It was no trouble," she says, a little shy and a bit proud. "But, Marcus, I want to ask you something, if it's not trouble."
"Anything, Carlie." I grin wider, resting my chin on her bosom, staring at her. "Just say the word."
Her eyes meet mine, then dart away again. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself.
"It's been... difficult these past few days. After I tried talking to my mother..."
My expression darkens as I remember that heartless hag tigress.
"Say no more, Carlie. I'll bring that tacky chinese castle down on Shì Hún's head before lunch-."
"No!" Carlie's eyes widen, her grip on me tightening. "No, Marcus, that's not what I want. I-I need... something else."
My brows furrow, confusion replacing anger.
"Oh," I mutter, feeling disappointed. "What do you need?"
Carlie's mouth opens, closes, then opens again, her words tripping over themselves.
"I-… uh, last night was…" She swallows hard, glancing at me for a brief second before looking away. "It… it was the best sleep I've had in weeks. I just… I was wondering if… if it wouldn't be too much trouble… to keep… cuddling a little longer?"
Carlie is so cute, and her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, and her body trembles against mine. I can't help but chuckle.
"Carlie," I say. "We can do this all day if you want."
She blinks, startled, tears welling and spilling over.
"Marcus," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you."
She nuzzles closer, her body melting against mine, head tucking neatly on my neck. My arms wrap around her, holding her tight.
It's so cozy, so comfortable, that I can't help but yawn in contentment. And of course, I ruin the moment by opening my big mouth.
"So, uh, did we…" I start, catching her attention. "Did we fucked last night?"
Carlie tenses, her breath hitching. She pulls her head back, eyes wide with shock.
"What? No! I mean… you were kind of out of it, and I just… we didn't-" Her words stumble as her cheeks burn crimson. Then, she straightens, voice steady and sharp. "I would never take advantage of a man like that!"
I grimace, realizing how that sounded.
"Hey, I'm not saying you raped me," I say, running my hand through the hair at the back of her neck.
She purrs softly and leans back against me, relaxing.
"Its just that I can't remember anything after Edith left. I want to know if I did anything stupid… or at least stupider than usual." I ad at the end to make it clear.
Carlie's body vibrates against mine, her purrs filling the room like a soft, rhythmic hum. She's relaxed, her guard down, words spilling from her lips without a care, like water from a fountain.
"You drank so much, Marcus," she murmurs, her voice a soft rumble. "You gave Clarabella almost double what the bill was. And Drika... poor Drika. She lost her job because of you."
"O fuck." I mutter feeling guilty.
Carlie's purrs grow louder, her body melting against mine. She's like warm, pliable clay in my hands, molding to my touch.
"But then," she continues, her voice soft, "You got her job back. Promised Clarabella a date if she rehired Drika."
My hand pauses, eyebrows raising.
"I what now?" I ask, surprise coloring my voice.
Carlie nods, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah," she says. "Clarabella didn't think twice, she accepted immediately."
I groan, my head falling against Carlie boobs.
"Another date? I haven't even gone out with Maestra yet." I say bringing my other hand to caress the base of Carlie back, getting a soft gasp from the tigress that purrs louder. "At least it's within my standard stupidity parameters."
Carlie giggles, her body shaking with laughter. She nuzzles closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"But then," she says, her voice soft, "you started crying."
I stiffen, my body going rigid. My hand stills in her hair, my breath catching in my throat. Carlie continues, oblivious to my reaction.
"You said... you missed the ones you left behind. You were hurting so much from losing family and loved ones in two worlds."
I'm not breathing. My lungs have forgotten how to work, my body frozen. Carlie's words wash over me, each one a punch to the gut.
Carlie's body goes still, her purrs stuttering to a halt. She pulls back, eyes wide as she stares at me. I'm frozen, my body locked tight, breath stuck in my throat. Her ears flick back, then flatten against her skull.
"Marcus?" she whispers, voice barely audible. "Are you... okay?"
Carlie shifts, inching away, her body uncoiling from mine. She moves slowly, deliberately, like she's dealing with a wounded wild animal.
She sits up, her back against the headboard, eyes never leaving mine. Her ears are low, tail curled tight around her feet.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to butt in..."
I shake my head, the motion jarring, breaking me free from my stupor.
"No, Carlie," I say, my voice rough, raw. "It's... it's okay. I'm the one who drank too much… and said too much."
I force a laugh, the sound bitter, hollow.
"You know what they say about drunk people in my home country? 'A drunk's ass has no owner.'"
Carlie's eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in horror.
"That's... that's terrible, Marcus!" she gasps, her voice a choked whisper. "That's... that's just wrong."
I chuckle, the sound more genuine this time.
"Yeah," I admit, running a hand over my face. "It is… but it's true. Alcohol lowers your inhibitions, clouds your judgment, makes you say and do things you'd never normally consider."
Her ears twitch, lifting slightly, but her tail remains tightly coiled. She tilts her head, studying me, her eyes soft, curious.
"But that's why I don't want to connect emotionally anymore." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'm afraid of losing it all over again."
I sigh, my shoulders slumping, the weight of my past pressing down on me.
Carlie's voice is soft, tentative, as she asks.
"Marcus... is that why you and Edith aren't... together?"
I swallow hard, the lump in my throat shifting.
"Yeah," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "I mean… we had sex, but we're not together."
"Hugh!" Carlie gasps, snapping my attention to her.
I turn to face her. She's frozen in place, breath caught, eyes wide. My brow knits, confusion replacing the turmoil twisting inside me.
"Carlie?" I ask gently, concerned threading through my voice. "Are you okay?"
She swallows hard, her mouth opening, closing, then opening again. Her words trip over themselves, a stuttering mess.
"You... you and Edith... you had... had sex?" she manages to stutter out, her voice a choked whisper.
My eyebrows shoot up, surprise coursing through me. That's not what I expected.
"Well, yeah," I say, drawing the word out. "But it's not like we're dating or anything. It kind… that just... happened."
Carlie's breath hitches again, her body trembling slightly. She looks away, ears flicking back, tail curling tighter around her feet.
"But... but you're not married," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "You're not even... together."
Carlie's eyes flick back to mine, then dart away again. She bites her lower lip, teeth gnawing at the soft flesh. I can see the turmoil in her eyes, the shame, the embarrassment.
"Carlie," I say, my voice soft, gentle. "Are you... a virgin?"
She flinches, the word a physical blow. Her ears flatten against her skull, tail curling tighter around her feet. She looks away, cheeks flushing a deep red.
"I... yes," she admits, the word a choked whisper. "I know it's... it's pathetic. I'm twenty-five and I've never... never… even kissed a boy."
She swallows hard, the words sticking in her throat. I reach out, my hand covering hers, squeezing gently.
"Hey," I say, my voice firm, steady. "There's nothing pathetic about it."
Her eyes flick to mine, wide with surprise.
"But... but I'm a full grown anthro," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should... I should have..."
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips.
"You should what, Carlie?" I ask, my voice soft. "Had sex, for the sake of saying you are not a virgin?"
She blinks, her mouth opening, closing, then opening again.
"I m-mean... yes?" she stammers, her voice uncertain.
I squeeze her hand again, my thumb tracing small circles on her skin.
"Carlie, you're a grown-ass anthro. You should do what you want, on your own terms."
She blinks, ears flicking forward, tail uncurling slightly.
"But," I continue, my voice firm. "I recommend you don't just have sex for the sake of it. Love is a lot to ask, buuut… just make sure you at least like the other as a person."
Carlie's ears flatten against her skull, her mouth turning down in a pout.
"But that's... that's impossible for me," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.
My brows furrow, confusion coursing through me.
"Why?" I ask, genuinely perplexed.
Carlie's eyes flick to mine before darting away. Her tail coils and uncoils around her feet, a nervous tic she apparently can't seem to control.
"Because," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "There's no one else like you, Marcus."
I blink, surprise jolting through me.
'Wasn't expecting that'. I think to myself staring at the tigress on my arms.
She shrugs, her shoulders rising and falling in a helpless gesture.
"I mean, you're... you," she says, her voice a choked whisper. "You're kind, strong, and brave. You stand up for what you believe in, no matter the cost. And most of all, you make me feel... feel..."
She trails off, her voice faltering. I reach out, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.
"Feel what, Carlie?" I ask.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and shiny with unshed tears.
"Seen," she whispers, the word a soft exhale. "You make me feel seen, Marcus. Like I matter. Like I'm... enough."
My heart aches, her words resonating deep inside me. I know that feeling, the longing to be seen, to matter. I had it once on Earth, and again on Galbraza… and I lost it both times.
"Carlie," I say, my voice thick with emotion.
A single tear spills over, sliding down her cheek. I brush it away with my thumb, my hand still cupping her face. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed, a soft purr rumbling in her chest.
Carlie's eyes open, her gaze meeting mine, hope shining in their depths.
"Marcus," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Am I... am I enough for you?"
Her question hits me differently as I inhale deeply. Memories of my lost loves flood my mind.
Beatrix… Súzhalya… Grashka… Bryndra… Velissandra… Lyrielle… and Eira.
Each one a piece of my heart, a fragment of my soul. Each one lost, stolen from me by cruel fate.
"Carlie," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "You're more than enough. You're... you're everything a man could want."
Her eyes widen, surprise and joy warring in their depths. But then I see it, the shadow that crosses her face, the light in her eyes dimming.
"But?" she asks, her voice a choked whisper.
I sigh, scrubbing a hand over my face.
"But I'm not ready, Carlie," I admit, the words tearing from my soul. "I've lost too much, too many people I cared about. I can't... I can't open my heart like that again."
Her ears flick back, tail curling tight around her feet. She looks away, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I understand, Marcus," she says, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I do. I just... I wish..."
She trails off, her voice faltering. I reach out, my hand covering hers, squeezing gently.
"Carlie," I say, my voice firm, steady. "Look at me."
Her eyes meet mine, shiny with tears. I offer her a small smile, my thumb tracing circles on her hand.
"I might not be ready for a relationship," I say, my voice soft. "But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. That I don't want to help you."
Her brows furrow, confusion replacing the sadness in her eyes.
"Help me?" she asks, her voice uncertain.
I nod, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
"You're hung up on this virginity thing, right?" I ask, my voice a low rumble.
Her cheeks flush, ears flicking back in embarrassment. She looks away, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, yeah," she admits, her voice thick with shame. "I just... I want to know what it's like."
I squeeze her hand again, my voice soft, gentle.
"Then let me help you, Carlie," I say, my voice a low rumble. "Let me be your first."
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