I sank into the plush mattress of my newly formed room, a deep sense of comfort washing over me. The familiar scent of ashes and warm rock filled the air, a comforting reminder of Eldr. Lying there, I replayed the events of the day in my mind: seeing the multitude of races for the first time, the unexpected fight with the groundwolves, and the surprising camaraderie that had already begun to form with my new Dolorian family. It all felt surreal, almost like a dream.
Then, my thoughts drifted to the Iskirian ladies. My grandpa had been absolutely right—they were truly captivating. I found myself smiling as I pictured them, one by one. First, the statues: Queen Yvonne's serene beauty and Queen Armania's elegant posture. But then, the real ones I'd met today came to mind. Esutora's bold wink, Gianna's radiating warmth, Selica's quiet charm that had sparked an unexpected, weird attraction in me, and then… Selyra's striking hourglass figure.
As soon as my mind lingered on Selyra's elegant form, a soft click echoed through my room. Before me, where a moment ago there had only been a solid wall, a new door materialized, seamlessly blending into the stone. My eyes widened in surprise. What door is that? I wondered, my curiosity piqued.
I got up, walked to the newly appeared door, and pushed it open. I stepped into another bedroom, but the atmosphere was distinctly different. It was a realm of soft, sensual tranquility, a stark contrast to the rugged comfort of my own Drakarian-inspired space. A delicate scent of lavender, sweet and subtly intoxicating, hung in the air, and the room was bathed in a dim, almost ethereal blue light that seemed to emanate from unseen sources. Along one entire wall, a massive, luminescent aquarium stretched from floor to ceiling, its glass shimmering, showcasing a vibrant, almost hypnotic array of exotic fish. Their scales caught the blue light, flashing like scattered jewels as they glided through intricate coral formations. What a nice room, I thought, completely taken aback by this unexpected addition, another testament to the Dolorian Dorm's magical ability to manifest desire.
The voice echoed, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, a silken caress against the inside of my skull. "So you wanna be with me?" it purred, each word a soft, insistent brush against my consciousness, closer now, wrapping around my thoughts. "What do you think about me? Are you imagining embracing my body? Feeling my skin against yours?"
The questions kept coming, relentless, each one a tendril of mist coiling tighter around my mind, swirling with the thick, cloying mist, making my head spin. I felt a disorienting dizziness, a powerful pull, a delicious lethargy trying to drag me under, eroding my resolve, as if my very will was being tested, stretched thin to a breaking point. Then, just as I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the sweet, dangerous lull, the familiar ache in my stomach flared. The void. I remembered the last words the void's voice had spoken during my sparring match with Enchidna: "The void is about will."
With that thought, a surge of defiant energy ignited within me, a raw, unyielding force. My body began to glow with a blinding, intense purple light that pulsed outwards like a shockwave. The invading mist, which had moments ago felt like an inescapable shroud, shrieked silently as it recoiled violently, tearing apart and dissipating in frantic wisps, as if burned by an unseen fire. The oppressive lavender scent vanished, replaced by the crisp, clean air of the room. As my senses sharpened with an almost painful clarity and the last vestiges of dizziness fled, the room snapped back into sharp focus, revealing its true form once more.
There, sitting elegantly on the bed, was Selyra. Her luminous white hair cascaded around her, a shimmering waterfall against the dim blue light of the room. She wore a nightgown so sheer it was almost translucent, clinging to her form and revealing the alluring, generous curves of her body, particularly the soft swell of her breasts. She smiled at me, a knowing, captivating smile.
"So, are you desiring me?" she purred, her voice a low, throaty murmur that seemed to wrap around me, soft but direct, the same voice that had filled my head moments before. Her eyes, pale blue and shimmering, locked onto mine, a playful challenge dancing within their depths as she leaned ever so slightly forward, a silent invitation in her posture.
My heart was pounding, but I met her gaze. "Yes," I confessed, my voice surprisingly steady. "Probably. Nobody can deny it. Maybe I'm falling for you."
A faint blush, a delicate rose spreading across her pale cheeks like dawn breaking over snow, touched her face, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that only made her more alluring. The seductive glint in her eyes softened, replaced by a momentary shyness that was utterly disarming. She leaned forward, the playful glint returning almost instantly, "What do you want from me then, Drakarian boy?" she teased.
"Nothing," I replied honestly, a warmth spreading through me. "I just love to see you."
Selyra's smile softened. "I didn't expect anyone to desire me so openly at first sight," she admitted, her gaze thoughtful. "But here you are, a Drakarian boy, and you are interesting. You were able to break my mist bind enchantment without failing." Her eyes seemed to probe deeper, as if sensing the void that had flared within me. "So, here, have a seat with me for a while. In my bed."
I carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, my heart giving a nervous flutter against my ribs, acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment. The soft silk of her nightgown brushed deliberately against my arm as I settled, a whisper of fabric that sent a shiver through me. The lavender scent was still present, now mingled with a faint, sweet aroma that I couldn't quite place, yet it felt uniquely her, a subtle, intoxicating perfume that seemed to emanate from her very skin. The dim blue light of the room seemed to deepen, wrapping us in a cocoon of quiet anticipation.
"So, what is your bind, Drakarian boy?" she asked, her voice a low murmur as she turned to face me fully.
"Void," I told her, the word feeling strange on my tongue, even now.
Selyra's smile widened, a knowing, almost mischievous glint in her pale blue eyes. "Oh, so you're like King Sigurd himself," she observed, her voice filled with intrigue. "That's why my mist couldn't really enchant you. You are interesting."
"Oh," I said, a thought occurring to me. "Did Sigurd have a story with a mist bind?"
She chuckled softly. "Yes, a long story," she replied, a hint of something unsaid in her tone. "You'll know all about it in history class later." Her gaze became more intense. "And why did you come here and open this door, Venator? What did you truly desire?"
I met her gaze, no longer feeling the need to hide my thoughts. "Maybe I just followed my desire, like you said. I desire you. Or maybe," I added, my voice softening, "I want to be with you tonight. I don't know, but what I'm sure of is that you are really beautiful."
Selyra gasped, a small, surprised sound that was utterly unlike her usual composure. I could see a deep blush spread across her cheeks, creeping down her neck, and even her ears turned a bright red. It was a raw, unguarded reaction, stripping away her earlier playful confidence and revealing a vulnerability I hadn't expected. Her alluring smile softened into something genuinely touched, her pale blue eyes widening slightly, reflecting a flicker of genuine astonishment mixed with profound warmth. "I can't take it anymore," she whispered, her voice laced with amusement and affection, a slight tremor beneath the words. "You are so adorable."
With a sudden, graceful movement, yet one filled with an undeniable urgency, she reached out, her fingers warm against my skin, grabbed my face, and kissed my lips. The world seemed to tilt for a moment, a dizzying rush of sensation as her soft, insistent mouth claimed mine. Her lips were like velvet, pressing, parting, inviting, and then her tongue, warm and seeking, met mine, intertwining in a dance that sent a jolt, electric and thrilling, through every nerve ending in my body. Then, with a fluid motion, a seamless shift of weight and desire, she moved fully into my lap, her body a warm, pliant weight settling against me, her full breasts pressing softly against my chest through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, the soft silk of her nightgown a barely-there barrier between us.
She kissed me passionately, her lips soft and insistent against mine, her tongue a playful, teasing dance that mirrored the rising heat between us. In a blur of motion, her fingers deft and eager, her hands went to my uniform, quickly undressing me, peeling away the layers of fabric with surprising speed, pushing me back onto the bed. Our bodies met, skin against skin, a gasp escaping my lips as the cool air met my exposed skin, only to be instantly replaced by the searing warmth of her body. The heat rising between us was palpable, a tangible force that consumed the air. Every shared breath, every soft moan that escaped her throat, every movement, the subtle shifting of her hips against mine, every touch intertwined. It was an overwhelming, almost unbelievable sensation. I couldn't quite grasp that I was actually, truly, sleeping with an Iskiran lady. Her body molded against mine, and mine against hers, in a dance as old as time, a rhythm of sighs and whispers, of seeking hands and pressing limbs. We eventually fell asleep together, intertwined in the soft, lavender-scented comfort of her bed, within the shifting walls of the Dolorian Dorm.