The road to Oakhaven was a winding vein of packed earth and gravel, cutting through a forest that felt increasingly small to Aporia. To her, the trees were no longer ancient giants; they were merely biological data, repetitive and predictable.
Leo walked a few paces ahead of her, his shoulders hunched, his hands white-knuckled as they gripped the straps of his scavenger's pack. Aporia watched the back of his neck. She could see the way his pulse hammered against the skin—a frantic, rhythmic error. He was thinking of the city. He was thinking of the "Iron Rat" Guild.
In his mind, he was already imagining the moment he could slip away, find his Master, and report the anomaly he had found in the crater. He was an agreement that hadn't been signed yet. To Aporia, a guide who harbored the potential for betrayal was a logic flaw. And she was a creature designed to resolve flaws.
"Leo," she said. Her voice didn't carry; it arrived directly in his mind, a cool, silken thread of sound. "The path is too open. I feel... exposed. Let us move into the shadows of the trees. I wish to rest before we reach the gates."
Leo stopped, his body tensing. He didn't dare argue. He turned, his eyes darting to her face, then immediately dropping to the torn hem of her ceremonial robe. The sight of her pale, smooth thigh through the split in the silk made his throat go dry.
"Yes," he whispered. "Whatever you want."
He led her off the road and into a dense grove of ancient oaks and thick ferns. Once they were deep enough that the road was nothing more than a distant suggestion, Aporia stopped in a small clearing where the ground was cushioned by soft, silver-colored moss.
"You are afraid of me, Leo," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry, dangerous hum. "But you are also wondering. You are wondering what it feels like to touch the mistake."
She reached for the collar of her ruined ceremonial robe. With a slow, fluid motion, she shrugged the fabric from her shoulders. The robe slid down her body, pooling around her ankles like a bruised shadow.
Leo's breath died in his throat.
Aporia was rendered at a resolution the world couldn't sustain. Her skin was a pale, luminous ivory, so smooth it seemed to repel the damp shadows of the forest. Her shoulders were narrow and elegantly set, leading down to the delicate, firm curves of her breasts. They were tipped with pale rose, rising and falling with a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
She wasn't entirely bare. Beneath the robe, she wore a matching set of white silk lingerie. The bra was delicate, decorated with intricate lace that looked like frosted webs against her skin. The matching panties sat low on her hips, the stark, clean white creating a primal contrast with her long, silky black hair.
She reached behind her, her slender arms moving with an uncanny grace. With a soft, mechanical click, she unfastened the bra and let it fall. Revealingher bare nipples and with a slow, teasing drag of her fingers, she revealed her soft flower entrance and pushed the white silk panties down her long, smooth legs until she stepped out of them entirely.
She stood before him, naked and perfect. Her waist was narrow, her hips flared with a subtle, aesthetic strength, and her legs were long and unmarred by a single scar or blemish. She looked like a statue carved from frozen light.
"Look at me, Leo," she commanded.
She stepped toward him, her bare feet silent on the moss. She reached out, her fingers—unrealistically cold—trailing down the center of his chest. She felt his heat, his sweat, his animal terror. She didn't stop at his waist. Her hand moved lower, gripping the heavy, frantic bulge in his trousers.
She knelt before him on the silver moss.
Aporia looked up, her eyes met his and suddenly his body was flooded with a jagged, desperate lust.
She reached for his belt, undoing it with clinical precision. She pulled his trousers and undergarments down, and his member sprang free, thick and pulsing—nearly seven inches of hard, throbbing flesh.
Aporia leaned in, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, framing his lap like a silken curtain. She didn't look at him with desire; she looked at him with the focused curiosity of a predator about to claim its prize. She brought her lips closer to his member kissing it.
The sounds in the grove changed. The rhythmic, wet sounds of her mouth and tongue—the soft slurping and the friction of her lips—echoed in the quiet green space. She moved her mouth up and down while playingwith his balls. To Leo, it felt like his entire existence had been narrowed down to a single point of heat and cold.
She was thorough, her movements rhythmic and dominant. Soon she tasted his pre cum. Slowly she started going faster.
Leo couldn't help but reach the breasts with his hand and play with them with one hand and with the other brushed her hair that were falling on her face back then inserted his finger in her flower opening. Aporia pulled back to catch breath a string of saliva connected her mouth to her member while she raised a hand stroked his member for a few seconds and put it in her mouth again. Licking and teasing his member continuously.
When the end came Leo buckled, his entire body convulsing as he surrendered everything to her. Aporia didn't pull away. She accepted the hot torrent of his cum,she was however surprised by the amount as a little leaked through a corner her throat moved in a slow, graceful rhythm as she swallowed.
She licked her lips, catching the final stray drops of his salt and heat, her eyes returning to a deep, amused black.
"Delicious," she whispered,starting to lick from his balls to the tip gave it a kiss and stood up and pressing her naked, cold body against his trembling, spentbody and brought her lips to his embracing him in a deep kiss their tounges explored each other's mouths and pulled back only when out of breath."Now the agreement is signed, Leo. You are part of the error."
Leo slumped against the oak, his breath coming in jagged, wheezing sobs. He was broken. He looked at her—this pale, perfect creature standing naked in the green twilight—and he knew he would never be able to tell the Guild the truth.
Aporia laughed—a bright, hollow sound. She dressed quickly, sliding her white silk lingerie back over her smooth legs before pulling the ruined ceremonial robe over her head.
"I am still dressed in nonsense," she murmured. "We need to fix that once we reach the city."
She reached out and patted Leo's cheek, her touch like a snowflake.
"Don't look so terrified, little bird. I promised I would let you see more. And I always keep my word."