She Wants My Heart?

With haste, I made my way due north to the soul keeper’s forest under unnerving daylight. Still, how unnatural can this place get?

I was coming to terms with how there was no day-night cycle in this realm. There would always be light in your immediate vicinity on the surface, with a void in the peripherals dispelled as you moved closer.

I figured I was lost. Six hours had passed, and my scarce consultations with Asa telepathically were inadequate. I couldn’t show her my vision; we could only communicate verbally. Asa kept emphasizing that I should be looking to have passed a ruin with pillars and then for trees. I slowly navigated around those ruins three hours ago!

Across the horizon, I glimpsed the first purple-brown leafless tree at last. I sighed in relief.

The forest was apparently claimed by Ydunn, the aforementioned goddess of love. It was a peculiarity; I had to know what this god could offer. Every goddess of love I remember learning about was a paragon of beauty. To be honest, my mind was running rampant. Humans are drawn to beautiful things.

I swear on my dignity and life that my loyalty rests with Asa. I’m not one to tarnish my word. Everyone gets curious, however, and Asa said herself that Ydunn was a better choice if I wanted to get magic to fight.

I balanced through the forest, not really sure what I was looking for. A building or a gathering?

There, atop the branches of that tree! A tan, lofty woman with no coverings was resting. She had a slung almond colored talisman around that rested just above her…naked chest; although one wouldn’t call that choice of jewelry clothing.

She danced like an acrobat off the surface of the wood, landing soundly on the ground.

Ack! My knees crumbled, and I plopped down on my bottom. I stared in bewilderment at the approaching graceful figure. I obviously should have turned away, yet something within made it impossible. And no, it was not hormones, it was something else for once!

Inexplicably, she didn’t mask her body. She exuded a mixture of confidence and uncaring. It could be because she displayed no genitalia across her top or bottom, only a shapely form. I still had the unshakable urge that it would be perfectly suitable to die for this woman of mid-length black and red, scruffy and jagged hair. I realized she was akin to a tomboy as I was preoccupied with her indomitable midsection. You really had to see the eight divisive stabilizer muscles. I was sure modern plastic surgery had nothing on this.

She gave me a quick lookover and then mounted me at the navel like one would a sturdy steed. She had weight and was abrasive, not caring about the impact. I collapsed entirely onto my back at this point.

“What’s your heart size?” She demanded.

“What!” I yelped. Ask my name first, or anything for that matter! And how does that matter?

She promptly leaned her ear into the vortex of my chest before I could protest. She likely heard the overt beating as she lay on my chest.

Her bare skin felt great. Oh, if my past self could see me now.

“Hmm. Quite small. Lucky for you, I don’t care about size,” She stated, poking the bridge of my chest with a cold finger.

I winced my eyes. That is. So suggestive.

“Let me eat it all.” Her mouth and enthralling voice appealed straight into my ear.

I felt like I was under some type of spell, but I still had the presence to dispel its nature in time. I do not want to die today. “I won’t, if I understand you correctly. Why do you want to eat my heart?” I replied to the likely flesh-eater.

She obsessively glared over me until her eyes honed into mine. She had an intoxicated, blushing expression as she laced her hands and fingers around and over her lower face. That fiery smile wanted me, or just my heart.

“I like young men. They are delicious.” She finally said.

Where have I heard that before? I groaned internally. Beautiful woman or not, those are doom-inspiring words if last time set any precedent.

“How else can you prove your devotion and love for me, if not with your heart?” She finished.

“I don’t love you.” I managed.

“Yeah. Right.” She shrugged off, regrading me tenderly. She definitely thinks I'm in love with her. “But you want my emblem, no?” 

“You can’t give one of those to someone who is very dead,” I answered.

“A pity. That didn’t stop some of your peers.” She replied. That… Confirms she has eaten humans. Why is she like this? Why is everyone a fanatic murderer?

“How about this? Let me bite and suck you.” To pair with her words, she bared wide her pink mouth, and I was bewildered by the sight of two voracious canines that dwelled in her ring of top teeth.

I guess that is less lethal. That wasn’t exactly my kink, although it may well be someone else’s. Hmm, I could make it mine for her. Maybe. 

I really need to stop joking with myself, or I’m going to do some of this crap by accident.

I opened my mouth to refute her and felt a finger seal my lips.

“Blah, Blah, Blah, just say yes. Don’t stay a prude, beloved.” She mouthed.

I’m done taking your intimidation and provocation.

I forced my mouth free, and her finger slid smoothly inside. I closed around and gnawed on it delicately. It was soft and bony in the center, yet it didn’t taste like much.

She giggled and then flicked a second finger up and into my mouthway. I stopped and watched her keenly.

“Bite me,” she beckoned. “Hurry or I’ll take your blood!”

I reluctantly agreed and started. This woman has the makings of a vampire and a cannibal, and I’m still having fun. Maybe I’m the one who is losing it.