Chapter 81

During the kisses, Vaeltira's hand moved down Irian's body, leaving waves of goosebumps on his skin until she reached his crotch. Her fingers slowly massaged the area through the cloth of his pants, making Irian whimper with need. Almost immediately, Vaeltira could feel the hardness of his cock, but then her touch disappeared.

"Mmh, why—"

The bunny guy's objection stuck in his throat as Vaeltira reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it all the way up, revealing her big chest, swaying heavily from the motion.

"Come here, I think you need more of my help with getting better." She purred, her strong arms pulling him closer.

Irian ended up lying with his head on her lap, his mouth hungrily finding the swollen, hard nipple as he started sucking on it.

"Yes, just like that~"

Vaeltira's one hand held his head in a more comfortable position, while the other one went back to his body. Grabbing the waist of his pants, she pulled them down, making his shaft spring out, standing hard at attention. When her warm fingers wrapped around the length, it throbbed against her hold.

"Eager to start, hm?"

"Mmhm~" Irian's moan was muffled by the flesh of Vaeltira's breast in his mouth.

The cowgirl started with slow, rhythmic strokes, from the tip to the base and back again. Yet, emboldened by the thrusts of Irian's hips against her hand, Vaeltira sped up. Dripping precum coated her fingers and slipped between them to cover Irian's manhood, adding to the sensitivity. The friction of wet skin filled the night air around them with filthy sounds.

"Hh fhck~"

Just a minute later, Vaeltira stopped, just gripping the thickness.

"I think you had your fill for tonight. It's not my time." With a slight smile, she switched places with Irian.

The man was sitting, or with how much he leaned back, he was almost lying down, while Vaeltira sank between his legs. Her tongue, wet with drool, easily slid across the length of Irian's cock, tasting the salty precum. Vaeltira didn't wait long, pressing her soft lips to the tip and allowing it to slip between them into her hot mouth.

"S-shit~!" Irian breathed out, his toes curling inside his boots.

The cowgirl's naturally big frame and body easily fitted Irian's cock inside her throat, and she worked at a quick, demanding pace. Her hand reached to wrap two fingers around the base of the cock, slowing and trapping blood inside and making it get angrier, redder, and more sensitive.

"Truly, they say, ah—sex with a loved one is way better than with even the best but unloved woman." Irian chuckled before gasping sharply when Vaeltira took him all the way in, deep-throating. Her nose pressed to his pelvis, into a short layer of his pubic hair, as white as the hair on his head.

"Gh—Gh—Gh—" Vaeltira's pattern changed to taking him whole and immediately moving back, with only his sensitive tip staying past her lips.

"Uhhg, f-fuck~!" Irian's eyes slightly rolled back as he stopped holding himself up on his elbows and allowed his back to fall into a proper lying position.

He stood no chance against the incoming pleasure and, with a groan, he came right in Vaeltira's welcoming mouth. For those seconds as he was shooting, her lips sealed tighter and one hand jerked him off.

"This feels—" Irian couldn't even finish a sentence as Vaeltira's practiced fingers milked his twitching cock dry. With a final lick of her tongue, she pulled back, releasing the slowly shrinking shaft into the cold night air.

"I-I… Fuck, I usually can go more!" Irian sprang up in panic, sitting up. "I am not joking, I don't know w—"

"Shhh~" Vaeltira rose up to his level, looming over his smaller frame. "It's alright. We will have plenty of time later. And I may have overdone it, after all. Growing up in a Shomari village made me used to milking them until nothing is left." Her hand went up from his crotch across his chest to rest on the back of his neck. She sat down, straddling Irian and pushing his torso back down.

"Right…"

As she lowered herself onto him, her big, soft chest against his toned body, Vaeltira's lips were next to Irian's ears, her voice just a whisper. "Just don't get ahead of yourself after tonight."

"W-what? What do you mean?" Irian slightly panicked, unsure of the situation.

"I said you have a chance. It's still there, and for now, I like what I see~" Vaeltira chuckled. "But don't think I am yours already. I will tell you my decision when we get back to the Hive. Until then, make me wish you were at my side."

"Oh, okay, got it." He nodded. His hand was on Vaeltira's back, toying with her black hair. "Can we at least stay like this for tonight?"

"My watch over the camp should end soon. I don't think anything will happen for a couple of minutes until Nicole takes the guard."

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"What should I begin with…" Rakk sighed, scratching the back of his head.

Annie's eyes darted from the bunny man to her notepad. "Well, usually in my world, religions start with the creation of the world."

"Hm, right." He nodded. "The world was created by Ezor."

The girl quickly wrote the name down at the top of the page, glancing up. "And…? Who's Ezor? How did he make the world? Where is Ezor now?"

"My father believed Ezor was always there, though there are opinions on that topic. Some even say he came from the other world."

No clear origin. Interesting.

"So, Ezor made the island and filled it with wildlife, animals and plants alike," Rakk continued. "But he got lonely, so he decided to make his last creation—goddess Yiavn, who in turn created all of us."

"Like, she gave birth to the first people?"

"No, no. As a daughter of Ezor, she had a fraction of his power, enough to create living beings like he did with the world."

"Okay, got it." Good, otherwise she would either have had to give birth to an insane amount of them, or there would be incest involved.

"Then, Posac appeared. It is said that he was the same as Ezor, possessing the same power and being as old."

"He just… appeared?"

Rakk shrugged. "We don't know. Maybe the same as Ezor, he was always there but was watching from afar. What matters is that he got interested and envious of Ezor's world, additionally falling in love with Yiavn."

The usual ‘evil' figure. Let me guess, this Posac guy will fight Ezor but lose and will be thrown into the ocean or something.

"When Posac attacked Ezor, they say the first eclipse happened. After a battle that lasted over a hundred days, Ezor's corpse fell on the island. With time, it rotted and corrupted the area, creating what we call Ezor's Grave, a place where no person can live and monsters swarm."

"Hm, that's… something. Are there any remains of the dead god? Like, giant bones or something?"

"No one is crazy enough to go and look." Rakk chuckled. "At least no one ever came back to tell."

"And what happened afterwards?"

"Right. Posac became the new ruler of the world and took Yiavn. He gave her a ring made from curled twigs with spikes on the inner side, forever locking her as his property. Fun fact—" Rakk reached into his money purse and took the smallest type of coins, showing it to Annie. The coin had a small tear-shaped hole in the middle. "Yiavn's tear. On the most common coin, as a symbol of her love even to the poorest."

"That's… not that fun." Nicole added. "I mean, the girl got her father killed and then became the killer's wife."

"Anyways, let's continue." Annie was eager to hear more. "When do the tribe deities appear?"

"That's the next part." Rakk smiled softly. "Posac and Yiavn had eleven children, and the first was Merial. He especially liked the Torakai tribe and was spending most of his time among them. Every next god followed his example and picked a tribe for themselves. Naturally, the last one, Itis, had no choice but to take the Tzurais. It is believed the rats are so unruly and anarchic because of their goddess, who was not interested in caring for them."

"Wait, wait, aren't there twelve tribes?" Nicole got in the middle of the talk again.

Rakk just chuckled at the remark. "Clever girl. Maybe if you let me finish, you will know."

"Fine, fine."

"Ahem. It is worth noting that our gods are responsible for our abilities. The first people had none, relying on the powers of their caretaker deities to protect them from the monsters. And there, an exchange happened—gods gave us abilities and taught us how to ascend them, while they themselves changed. Every one of the eleven gods, after enough time spent among us, turned similar to us."

"Hm, wait. What do you mean by that?" Annie stopped writing.

"Merial grew cat ears and a tail, Teq became part wolf, and so on."

Right. But if they weren't part animals already, what did they look like? "Alright, go on."

"For a while, everything was good, more or less. With gods on our side, no monster could do anything. Of course, every now and then wars started between the tribes, but when was there a time without any?" Rakk smiled. "The next important point in history is how the twelfth tribe came to be. That's Zanokai. First, Posac and Olis, the Shomari goddess, had a child—Quap. Neither his mother nor the other gods loved him from day one, as the youngest one, with no tribe and no land. Only Yiavn felt bad for him and created a new race, and, as a mother of the rest, ordered all of her children to give up some of their land for the new deity. Of course, this only raised the dislike, but at least now Quap was on the same level as the rest. Also, as he spent the least amount of time among his people, and since the Zanokai race was created later than the other ones, they are less civilized and so barbaric."

"Damn, that's harsh. Now I kinda feel bad for him and the Zanokais." Nicole sighed.

"Doesn't matter." Annie frowned. "I don't care what their origin is. I am not going to pity those who kept me in rot and dirt and would get me killed." She took a deep breath before speaking. "Alright. What next? Where are those gods now?"

Rakk tilted his head up, looking at the dark, starlit sky. "Watching from above." His voice was dreamy. "As a sign of their love, we are sent rocks from the skies and then we make our coins out of them."

"Sky? How did they get there, though?" Annie seemed skeptical. "And all this story you told, are there any documents or a way to determine what's true? Back at the Hive's library and archive, I couldn't find anything in that regard."

"How?" Rakk slowly lowered his eyes from the stars back on the girls, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know. All I told you was what my father told me, what his father told him, and on and on."

"Riiight…" Annie sighed. That's not good when all we have are just myths and legends. It's not better than any religion on the Earth. "Well, thank you for your time anyways. I will go get some sleep." She stood up, heading to her sleeping place in the camp, leaving Nicole and Rakk alone.

When she left, Rakk's eyes found Nicole, sliding over her curves. Nicole just cockily smiled. "What, I guess you want a small payback, eh? My camp guard time will start in half an hour. I can spare you some time," her hand was already going up his thigh as she spoke.

"I like your idea."