Alone with Darx

When I wake up the following morning, I am first a little confused. Why am I not wearing my night gown? Oh right, I had to leave my stuff with the merchant caravan before heading off on my own to rescue Darx. And now I am sharing a bed with him. I even told him about my past and the resulting trauma I got from it.

I haven’t ever told anyone before. The only people who know about it are the senior Dark Dragon members. The ones who were there when I first entered the guild. I told Darx something so personal and it went so easy. I wasn’t even slightly nervous. Could that be because I have finally gotten over it? Or is it because I am just so comfortable with Darx knowing me on a more personal level?

Probably the latter. I am even sharing a bed with him right now. While both of us are naked. If I had to do this with any other man, I don’t think I would have been able to go through with it. Just the idea of being in such a **** position and leaving myself so open to being abused. If it was any other man, I feel I would have been so scared I might have stayed awake all night. But then I fell asleep before he even got to bed. Was I comfortable with sleeping in the nude next to Darx because I trusted he would not **** me? Or was it because I might have been fine with it even if he did?

As my mind is waking up, I turn around. Curious if Darx is still asleep. He is, but he looks like he is having a nightmare. I raise from the bed. The sheets fall off my torso and part of Darx’s chest becomes uncovered. The sheet I wrapped myself in also falls off me. My face and chest are now bare, but I don’t care. Darx’s breathing is short and shallow. His lips are moving, making me think he is saying something. I bring my ear to his mouth and do my best to listen. Yes, he is saying something. But it is so faint that even now I still can’t hear it.

Then Darx suddenly wakes up and violently raises from the bed, bumping his head into mine.

“Auw!” Darx and I both yell.

“Why did you do that!” I complain while I hold my hand on the painful side of my head.

“I don’t know. Why did you have your head so close to mine?” Darx complains back.

“You were having a nightmare and were whispering stuff.” I say. “I was trying to hear what you were saying.”

While I am rubbing the pain away, I feel Darx lift she sheet under me and place it over my head.

“Careful.” Darx says. “You might end up accidentally showing your face.”

When he says that, I realize just how open I have left myself. All he had to do was grab me by the shoulders and pull me back to the bed. Then he would have been able to see both my breasts and my face. Instead, he decided to respect my privacy.

“Ah.” I reply as I grab the sheet and adjust it to properly cover myself. “Thanks.”

Darx then tells me about the nightmare he was having. Apparently, that one harpy did more damage than I thought. He is now dreaming about getting repetitively ****. I sure hope he didn’t develop a fetish from that. That would be weird.

“Sounds like you had a traumatic experience there.” Kiara guesses after hearing me out.

“It’s more a fear about what could have been, opposed to what actually happened.”

“Right then.” Kiara says. “Let’s hope it doesn’t stick around.”

Darx then gets out of bed and grabs the sheet next to the bed to cover himself. While doing so, he does allow me a chance to see his butt. I politely turn my head the other way. After him respecting my privacy, I have no right at intruding on his. But the glimpse I managed to see stays with me. While thinking about it, I end up smiling. He has a cute butt. It was all an accident, I swear.

Darx then exits the room with the sheet covering his body. Almost immediately after leaving he returns with my clothes. The innkeeper must have left them outside the room. Darx places my clothes on the bed and then he leaves again. He is even granting me the chance to get changed in private. Oh, Darx. You are such a gentleman.

I get out of bed and remove the sheets entirely. First, I stand in front of a mirror and check out my hair. It is a mess. I can’t even see my ears. I then look between my boobs and check the Dark Dragon amulet hanging from the necklace. It is situated right in between my boobs. It is my most prized possession. Even more so than my hood. I am even unable to sleep without it.

Then I start to get dressed. Once my clothes are on, I try to fix my hair as good as I can, though I only have my fingers to comb through them. Then I pull my lipstick from my pouch and paint my lips nice and black. Finally, I pull my hood over my head and I am ready to head out.

Darx, who had been patiently waiting outside, then gathers his clothes and re-enters the room. I instead had towards the dining area where I find the innkeeper. I ask the dwarven woman for a breakfast for both me and Darx. She first heads off into the kitchen and tells her husband to start preparing the meal. After that, she returns to me and starts up a conversation.

“So, how did it go last night?” The innkeeper asks with a big smile.

“How did what go?” I ask.

The innkeeper’s smile turns to sadness and she says, “Aww, he didn’t make a move on you?”

Having her describe it that way honestly made me feel quite uncomfortable. I mean, it’s not like I am some price to be grabbed.

“Euh, I don’t know how it looked to you but Darx and I are actually not a couple.” I reply hesitantly.

The woman’s smile returns and she says, “I know, Lassy. He told me last night. But ye do have a thing for him, don’t ye? I mean, it’s not every day a woman breaks into a harpy den to steal her man back.”

The dwarf woman is sharp. She realized how important Darx is to me far more quickly then I imagined she would. Having her see through me this easily kind of makes me all embarrassed. If I didn’t have my hood on, she would have seen me blush.

“Ye know, girl.” The innkeeper says, breaking the silence. “Just because a guy doesn’t make a move on you, don’t mean he isn’t interested. It’s because they don’t know they even have a chance.”

The innkeeper then starts regaling me with a story from back when she was a young girl. First there was this guy that she had a crush on, and she waited and waited for him to ask her out. Until one day a different girl asked him out and she lost him. When she confronted him about it, the guy explained he never even knew she had a crush on him.

Then there was this other guy she had a crush on and again, she waited and waited for him to ask her out. Until one day, some other dude that she had never noticed before, made a move on her, and then she lost interest in her crush and dated the new guy.

“If ye keep waiting around for your guy, you will lose him.” The innkeeper warns me. “Either by some other lass taking him from you, or some other lad taking you from him. I can think of only two ways to solve this problem of yours. The first is by you becoming the hunter and making a move on your man yourself. The other is by quitting to give him subtle hints which go over his head, and instead give him overt hints of him having a chance with ye that he is impossible to miss.”

I get what she means, but me making a move on Darx? Just the idea of me doing that makes me feel slutty. If I do that, I’m worried I might turn Darx off. And be more overt with my hints? I just spend the night in the same bed as him. I even told him about my traumatic past! How much more overt can I be?!

That is when I see Darx enter the dining area and I do not wish to talk about this in his presence. I switch the subject and the innkeeper luckily goes along with me. Shortly after Darx joins us, the innkeeper’s husband brings us the food I ordered.

“My treat.” I say. “You bought food for both of us last night, I’m paying for us this morning.”

We have our breakfast and I also pay for provision for the next part of our journey. The villagers are also helpful enough to let us know that later in the day a wagon is going to head for the dwarven capital. They offered us to hitch a ride towards the closest trading post and from there we can find a different wagon that goes to Riledo. Darx and I were all too happy to accept that offer. We even offered to help load their cargo. As B ranks, we had an easy time lifting the heavier crates and for the heaviest, I used my shadow manipulation.

When we left, Darx and I sat on the back, and as the wagon left a couple of the villagers, including the innkeeper, were waving at us. We of course waved back.

As we were traveling, Darx and I were quiet. I had to think about all the things that had recently happened. About how close a relation Darx and I had developed and I never even noticed. The fear I felt when I lost him to the harpies. My **** attempt at liberating him. Good gods, I infiltrated a whole harpy den all by myself. Just what was I thinking, doing something so risky? And then I shared a bed with him, while both of us were nude. Just how many men would have taken advantage of me in such a situation? I am so grateful that Darx didn’t do anything against my consent. But I still wonder. Suppose he did try to cop a feel from me and I noticed. Would I have stopped him, or might I have let him?

But what worries me most is that dream Darx had. I mean, fantasizing about a large group of girls getting pregnant from him. This might become a problem if it turns out to be a recurring dream.

“Hey, Kiara.” Darx says suddenly.

I break out of my thoughts and I turn to him, “Huh?”

“I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am to you for saving me from the harpies.” I say.

Hearing him say that makes me smile reactively. It also makes me feel warm inside.

“I … did kinda take a big risk over there.” I say embarrassedly.

Oh my god, Kiara. You’ve talked to Darx normally so many times before. Why are you suddenly so nervous? You sound like a little schoolgirl.

“True.” Darx says. “But when I lay there tied to that bed, I started to fear I would no longer be able to live my life the way I wanted. To never go adventuring again. Never again meet the friends I made at the Dark Dragons. To never again be able to write a letter to my mother or see her again. But then you showed up. And even though you’re always dressed in black and make use shadows, it was like you were the light that gave me hope again.”

I am the darkness that brings light to his life? That is ... actually kinda poetic. I ... wait, is he making his move? Oh my god, he IS making his move on me! Oh no, oh my god, my heart starts beating faster. Am I blushing now? Oh no, the one time I actually want someone to see me blush. Is this really happening? I don’t think I’m ready for this.

Darx then slowly leans towards me. This is it. He’s making his move on me. Oh my god, I am so nervous. He’s doing it slowly though. If I don’t want this, now is the time for me to stop him. But … I do want this. I want Darx to make his move on me. So, I just sit still and willingly let Darx steal a kiss from me. When his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and I let him kiss me.

I then realize I haven’t actually taken a breath in a while. As I breath in, I feel Darx’s hand touching mine. Without looking, I turn my hand around and grab his.

As we are kissing, my heart continues beating fast. The guy I wanted to make a move on me did it and now I am having my first kiss. My entire body feels warm and tingly. This is such a wonderful feeling. I want this moment to last for as long as possible. Yes, I am in love with Darx. A shame it took me so long to find out.