The Occamy's kindness made sense. At first, I feared it might be aggressive—we were powerful foreigners intruding on its territory—but after seeing us annihilate that deity whose malice could be felt from leagues away, it accepted us as allies of its kind.
We managed to communicate a bit, beyond mere words. I discovered that this pseudo-dragon was very old; it only had a few decades of life remaining. It already had descendants, but none yet possessed its maturity or power. If we hadn't intervened, the dragon and the God would surely have fought to the death, destroying each other.
Now, it considered us "Friends of the Jungle," protectors of its home and defenders of its people. Although it could perceive the darkness within me, Elise's purity and our connection served as a guarantee: to the beast, I was not a threat, but a necessary evil that protected the balance.
We were on good terms. With the God dead and the cult dissolved, this old dragon could spend its final years raising its young in peace. That was why it didn't mind lowering itself to amuse those it considered "children." I couldn't help but smile, imagining what the girls would think if they knew this being saw them as infants; though, considering the dragon had existed for centuries, I suppose any of us would look like newborns in its eyes.
With a final parting screech, the Occamy vanished into the horizon. The other girls returned to the Fief, leaving silence in their wake. Only Helena remained at a prudent distance, moving among the rubble like a shadow, trying to catch some trace of inspiration or collect the shreds of necrotic energy still floating in the air for her future studies.
Twilight tinted the sky: on one side, an intense red; on the other, the slowly advancing darkness. Finally, it was all over. I confirmed it when the screen with the results and post-campaign configurations appeared before me. I sat on one of the fragments of the temple and began to work.
Hannah stayed close, observing the scars of the battlefield. She had witnessed things that defied her reality, events not meant for mortal eyes that had undoubtedly transformed her. Being near death transforms anyone; standing before a god of death, even more so.
She felt a strange void—not of sadness, but of perspective. She had become painfully aware of her own fragility and how immense the world was beyond her. In that moment, Hannah needed a hug, comfort… to feel safe so she could overcome those sensations and transition back toward the normalcy she so craved.
While I slid my fingers through the air configuring the results, she approached timidly. She watched me with curiosity, waiting for the right moment not to interrupt something important, until the need for affection overcame her caution.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly.
"The campaign has officially ended," I replied without looking away from the interface. "I'm adjusting the exit parameters: resetting Elise's status and ours, and deciding what impact our actions will have on the future timeline..."
"So we can leave now?" she said with a mix of relief and sudden concern. "Are we going right now? Can't we stay a little longer?"
"It says here we can stay between a week and a week and a half more," I answered.
Apparently, the campaign closure had to coincide with the time when, originally, the Occamy and that god would have fought until mutual death, leaving only one additional day to finalize pending matters. But since we intervened earlier, we still had that margin left.
"We can stay?!" she asked me, holding my hand with a bright expectation in her eyes. I knew this was our time, the last pocket of solitude before returning to the responsibilities of the present.
"No problem," I told her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her toward me in a firm embrace. "What do you want to do with this extra time? Go back home and fuck a second last time?"
Hannah settled against my chest, letting her weight rest on me while a flirtatious smile displaced the shadow of the battle.
"Maybe..." she murmured, looking at me mischievously. "Or we could travel. See the places we haven't visited yet in the days we have left. And then... fuck a second last time."
"Alright, let me finish these adjustments and we'll begin our journey," I said with some excitement.
Although my clones had explored much of this world, there were still corners I wanted to savor for myself, and if I could do it while enjoying Hannah's company, all the better.
"By the way," I added, looking into her eyes, "is there anything you want to forget or change? The system can revert your state to the exact moment we entered this campaign. You could go back to being younger… or erase certain memories if you wish."
"Go back to being 13?" Hannah asked, surprised and visibly conflicted. "Is it mandatory?"
"Would you prefer to stay as you are now?" I asked curiously. "The change is going to be very noticeable when we return to the present," I added with a light laugh.
Hannah fell silent for a moment, looking at her hands and then scanning the curves of her own body, which had developed and matured under the rigor and magic of this adventure.
"Well... I like how I look now," she admitted, lingering on the firmness of her breasts and then the rest of her figure. "I think it might be okay to go back being... 15, right?" she asked me with a hint of doubt, seeking approval. She was enchanted with her current appearance but feared there might be consequences.
"Whatever you want," I replied, brushing it off with a gesture. "At most, we'll say you had a growth spurt or we'll use an illusion if anyone asks too many questions."
I leaned in, rubbing my cheek against hers before taking the liberty of squeezing one of her breasts gently. She had definitely developed well, and I knew that, with time, she would only continue to bloom.
Without hesitation, I sealed the final configurations exactly as she wished. I stood up, leaving the remains of the temple behind, and reached out my hand to help her up.
"Alright, where do you want to go first? Back to the village, or do you have somewhere special in mind? Or would you prefer we start taking our clothes off right here?" I asked with a roguish grin.
"Not here," she declined quickly.
Despite her body screaming for sex to release the built-up stress, the place gave off an unsettling vibration. The air was still saturated with residual magic and necrotic energy—something that made a mortal like her feel out of place. Furthermore, she looked at her body with a grimace of discomfort.
"First, let's find a place to wash... I feel very dirty."
Even though cleaning charms had removed the blood, sweat, and dirt from her skin, the psychological sensation of the battle still clung to her.
"I'll make sure to leave you much dirtier later," I teased, catching her in a possessive hug as I prepared the [Travel].
We lost ourselves in about ten minutes of intense kissing, savoring the victory and each other's company, until the air vibrated and we vanished completely from the temple ruins, leaving the past behind to enjoy our stolen time.
...
Night had fallen, and the stars dominated the firmament. In a bend of the river where the current widened and grew calm, a dimly lit area served as a refuge for two naked bodies.
"Ah!" Hannah startled, spinning around abruptly. "I think a fish just bumped into my pussy... again."
"No, I already chased them all away... this time it was my penis," I said, wrapping my arms around her and chuckling. "Though I suppose that's not much better for you."
"Hmm... it's quite a bit better than a fish," she replied, sealing the joke with a kiss. "I got really scared the first time; I even felt as if it had bitten me."
"I'm the one who's scared. I think a fish lives in this part of the world that crawls up the urethra," I admitted with a slight shudder.
"Fish do that?!" Hannah asked, horrified by the thought.
"I don't know and I don't plan to find out..." I paused for a moment. "But make sure not to mention it to Lavender when we get back. I have enough with her weekly fetishes; the last thing I need is her wanting to stick things up my penis... or stick herself in. Never mind, let's forget it."
Hannah laughed, still not fully grasping how "terrifying" Lavender could be, but she suddenly froze, feeling a familiar pressure.
"The thing trying to get in now... is your penis, right?" she asked with a playful tension following what I'd just mentioned.
"I'd love to scare you and say no, but you know me too well to misidentify the shape," I replied, as I determinedly forced my way inside her.
I penetrated her without difficulty, gripping her breasts and softly biting her neck while the river water rippled around us.
"Isn't it... dirty?" she stammered between gasps from the impact of the thrusts. "The water... all of this... is it okay for us to do it here?" She felt the Amazon river filtering into her intimacy with every shove, but her gaze was already beginning to cloud with pleasure.
"It's fine. I can clean anything after I've made it a little dirtier," I declared, leading her toward the bank.
I forced her to hold onto the aerial roots of an ancient tree so I could strike with more force. Her gasps echoed in the stillness of the night jungle—a wild warning to any animal roaming the area. Before long, I made her reach climax, filling her completely.
We separated for a moment. The water helped Hannah stay upright now that her legs were weak. She inserted her fingers to clean herself, massaging herself with an expression of lazy satisfaction. Then, she reached for her belt resting on the shore and pulled out a small vial containing a light green liquid that seemed to glow in the dark.
Leaning on the roots, she sat up until the water only covered her legs, leaving her backside exposed. After coating her fingers with the substance, she brought them to her rear.
She began by carefully rubbing her anus until, gently, she slid a finger inside. Her initial groans of discomfort soon turned into sighs as she gained depth and added a second finger. Without stopping the application of the brew, she turned toward me, holding my gaze.
"Come, let's do it," she said, withdrawing her fingers and gripping the roots tightly.
I let out a small laugh as I approached. As my member brushed between her buttocks, which were already gleaming with the oil, I found the entrance without difficulty and pressed the tip against it. Hannah closed her eyes the moment my hands gripped her; then I began to push. Thanks to her preparation, the glans entered smoothly, and, inch by inch, I penetrated her.
A slight moan escaped her lips when I went all the way in, but the discomfort quickly dissipated, giving way to heavy, erratic breathing. Without waiting any longer, I set the pace with my hips, driving into her. Now Hannah's moans followed a regular pattern; they weren't screams of pleasure or pain, but the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding and her assimilation of what we were doing.
"Are you aware that if you use that anesthetic, you won't feel anything?" I whispered in her ear, without stopping the movement of my hips. "There's no pain, but no pleasure either."
"But... back there... it doesn't feel right..." she insisted, the area almost completely numbed.
"That's something you discover with practice." (Red)
"But it hurts..." (Hannah)
"Pain is part of pleasure," I tried to explain, even though I hadn't experienced it myself nor had any intention of doing so. "If you want, I can use my skills to intensify the sensation; that way the pleasure will outweigh the pain while you get used to it."
"But I don't like pain," she said, turning her head to look at me with sad, pleading eyes.
"Well... if that's the case, why are we doing this?" I asked, stopping for a moment. "If you don't like it, let's go back to the usual and another time..."
"You like it," she interrupted, beginning to move her hips on her own initiative. Since she felt nothing, she didn't fear the depth or the force. "That's enough. It doesn't matter, you've already made me come many times; let me indulge this whim of yours."
Seeing her so determined, trying to squeeze her sphincter without success due to the numbness, I could only shrug and enjoy the show. Although part of my enjoyment was seeing her expressions of surrender to the pain, I suppose this would serve for now.
"Fine, you asked for it. I'm going to hit you so hard that when the oil wears off, your ass is still going to feel numb," I warned her, intensifying the thrusts until the sound of our pelvises clashing rang out like a drum in the jungle.
"YES! RED! DO IT! BREAK MY ASS!" she shouted loudly, seeking to excite herself with the idea of our transgression, even if it would take a while for her physical body to process the impact.