The Petite Dungeon Explorer 54 The Appointment With A Perver

No, she's just too d.a.m.n cute! That's why I had to keep that d.a.m.n elf away from her. He was pretty and my sister had a soft spot for pretty things. Thankfully, Hollis always kept her attention.

"Ekon!" She jumps onto the bed and quickly grabs my hands. The book that I was holding drops onto the bed and closes.

"Cecily's excited for tomorrow, we're all going to the Fate Temple," she says her little eyes sparkling. Her soft hair falls in beautiful little ringlet curls, framing her adorable little face.

Raising a hand, I pat her head and she smiles even bigger.

"It'll be an exciting time for us. I just hope that everything will work out well for us," I sigh as I look down at my empty hand and the hard callus that had developed. Over these past three years, I'd defiantly grown.

Well to be fair, we'd both grown, and Cecily probably grew the most between the two of us.

She'd gone from a child that had zero contact with people outside of her family and tribe, to have two close friends and a secret admirer in one of them. It was both heartwarming and shocking to watch her grown.

Not only deciding of her own free to stay here instead of following our tribe, but to decide to undertake a temple that most wouldn't dare dream of trying.

It wasn't uncommon for children from nomadic tribes to settle down for a while outside of the tribe and live on their own. Learning how to provide for themselves, but after a time they'd generally return to the tribe.

Either with a spouse or seeking to find someone to start a family with. It was in some ways a coming of age for us to leave the safety of our tribe. But we'd left far earlier than was normal, the general age that children start to leave home and explorer is age fifteen.

However, we're doing a lot of other things that aren't typically expected of children our age. That was all due to one individual… Hollis. She was unlike anyone that I'd met in my short lifetime.

There are times that she feels older than us, far older than us. Most of the things that she thought and did just weren't common for children her age. Even I had a hard time understanding just what in the world she was talking about, and I was three years older than her.

I'd honestly at this point given up on understanding just what goes on in that mind of hers.

She's a character that was hard to understand, but there's one thing that I know for certain about her! She cared for her friends like they are her own family members. We're treated as special individuals in her mind it seems.

Yet, we felt the exact same way about her. Thanks to her we've experienced things that I didn't think I'd ever do. Her friends.h.i.+p with us was heartwarming and something that we'd cherished from the bottom of our hearts till the day we die.

"Cecily thinks everything will work out! Don't worry so much," she laughs as she moves my hand away from her head.

"I hope so," I mutter. Giving me a sly grin, she jumps down from the bed and quickly walks over to the other bed that's also in the room.

We'd always shared a tent and it wasn't any different living in a house, we shared a room.

"Cecily's going to bed now! Good night, Brother," she says as she climbs quickly into her own bed and slides under the cover. Pulling the blankets up she coc.o.o.ns herself. Nuzzling down, she closes her eyes and settles down.

Not even a minute pa.s.ses before she's out and her breath falls into an easy and slow rhythmic pace. Call it a special skill, but she could fall asleep wherever she wanted on command, basically.

Looking at her, I chuckle, she didn't have a care in the world it seems.

Now then, I had my appointment that I had to get to!

Swinging my legs off the side of my bed, I slide my feet on the floor. Walking over towards the fireplace, I grab the coffee table and easily move it away from the fire. Sitting down, I cross my legs and slow my breathing.

Slowly, I let my mind dirt and enter into a meditative state. Soon everything fades away and then I felt my mind being sucked towards a direction.

Blinking, I find that a room is taking shape around me. It didn't take long for it to fully appear. It was a huge hall that had a big table situated in the middle of it, with all sorts of treat littering it.

The hall was very decorative, and I found all along the walls of the hall, all sorts of beautiful women stood. They all had giant glossy wings that come out of their back. Each of them also had a different animal mask that looked like it was made out of t.i.tle on their face.

Their hair falls in luscious waves covering their breast that are bare. Looking closer it wasn't that they were bare it was that it was a loose-fitting see-through dress. Which left them practically naked either way!

I felt my cheeks heat up as I look at them, turning my eyes I look elsewhere.

"Ah, our little one you've arrived!" The seductive lull of a man's voice enters my ears.

Looking forward, on the other side of the table full of treats, I see a beautiful man sitting with a woman on top of him. Her back was facing me, and I felt my face heat up even more.

Her face had two curving purple wings jutting out from them, and her body seems to be writhing in pleasure. They were doing obscene things in front of so many others, and yet they didn't seem bothered at all.

"W-we h-ave an appointment!" I stutter as I look away.

"Tut, tut our darling. We've not forgotten about our appointment. Would our little one like to sample one of my many women or perhaps a man?" The seductive voice asks again.

All the women that are standing around begin to s.h.i.+ft forward towards me. I quickly raise my hand and they pause in there advances towards me.

"A man then?"

"No! I'm fine, I'd like to get to our appointment," I say firmly.

"We shall listen to your request then, since we promise to meet with you," the seductive voice pouts.

Sighing, I turn my attention back towards him. Only to find that the beautiful woman is being relentlessly tortured into sweet ecstasy by the man underneath her. Her head's thrown back in pa.s.sion as her violet eyes lull into the back of her head.

Standing up, he removes himself from the woman, and a few men step forward and take the woman from him. They quickly cover her body with a thin shawl.

My heart hammered in my chest. The man quickly snaps his fingers a set of clothing covers his naked body. It's a beautiful suit that's a deep red, with a ruffled s.h.i.+rt and collar that has a black bow around his neck. Around his wrist, big black bows also rest around the cuffs.

"We have finished at your request, little one. Now take a seat," he says nodding towards the seat opposite of him. He sits back down into his chair.

Striding forward, I sit down in the chair that he's indicated and try to calm my nerves.

Sitting no further than five feet from him, I'm able to finally see him. Before it was like looking at a blurry mirror.

He's breathtaking, his skin glows in a translucent s.h.i.+mmer that seems to s.h.i.+ft every so often. All of his features are soft and delicate much like a woman's, but there's a hidden strength to them that makes him come off quite masculine.

In the center of his forehead a glittering rainbow-colored jewel rest, almost like a third eye. His eyes are narrow and slanted, the vibrant pink of them seems to drill into my body. It made me feel a little bit uncomfortable and hot as if someone had turned up the heat.

Long wavy pink hair cascades down his body and frames his face, it reaches all the way down to his stomach. Behind him are two grand black b.u.t.terfly wings that dart outwards from him back.

He was none other than the G.o.d of Love, Hearth.

"We find your stare to be cute. We'd let you partake of us, yet your too young, aren't you?" He questions with a laughing tone.

"Is that appropriate to discuss, right now?" I ask him.

"We see no reason not to discuss. We are the G.o.d of Love, are we not? We believe that to be in our domain, love is many things and it comes in many forms. We are the personification of that," he grins his lips are full and have a juicy s.h.i.+ne to them.

No, that just what he wants. He wants me to desire him, d.a.m.n G.o.d of Love! Should be the G.o.d of l.u.s.t, I think bitterly to myself.

"Nonetheless, that isn't what I came to discuss. I don't believe, I should worry about your divinity in that aspect."

He tilts his head and looks at me, those narrow eyes of his drilling deeper into me.

"We shall let you believe that. We think you are cute, we also think that of your Sister. We've blessed you both for that reason, have we not?" He questions.

He always speaks in questions; it was enough to make my head hurt. I wonder, if Cecily had gotten her habit of talking from this pervert.

"Although, we think your comment of us as a 'pervert' is cute. Do remember we're a G.o.d," he laughs starting his hands.

His fingers are long and delicate as they curl around a blood-red fruit.

"Duly noted," I mutter.

"We shall begin then, your curious about this skill [Storge] aren't you?" He asks.

"I am! I don't understand why you gifted it to me," I say clenching my hand.

Moving away from the table he stands up and his hair began to float around him a bit. He laughs and those black wings of his flutter in response. Taking long and quick stride, I felt the pressure increase the closer he got, quickly covering the distance between us.

My stomach clench's with how close he was to me.

The aura of agape began to seep into my body the closer and closer as he got closer to me. Stopping in front of me, he puts a hand underneath my face and draws it upwards to look at him. His finger delicately holding my face.

Those pink eyes of his are smiling.

"We've given the skills that we've given for a reason. There's no catch to my gifts, I'm not like the others. We are similar to Death and Life, almost all creatures experience Love. Why must we squabble like the others?"

"Now, listen to us! We took interest in you and your sister. We wish that you'll grow because unrest boils and we fear that you two will be swept up in it. It wouldn't happen right away, but we believe it comes with haste," he speaks with a far off look in his eyes.

Letting go of my face he retracts his hand. But he makes no move to move away from me.

"You've not answered my question. Besides, what the h.e.l.l do you mean 'unrest boils'?" I sigh.

Bending down he presses his lips into my cheek, and I felt a tremor run through my body.

"We can't be sure," he laughs pulling away from my face. "We shall tell you only that! For now, our time for an appointment has ended. We wish to see you again our little one," he concludes.

I open my mouth to speak, but when I do, I find that I'm no longer there. Instead, I'm sitting in front of the fire.

"d.a.m.n it," I slap my hand into the floor.

Just what did he mean unrest boils, and why did we have to attract that pervert's attention?!