Chapter 16

“Mom! I’m home!”

Amelia gasped, turning her head toward the house. She tried to collect herself quickly, pulling her bra up and trying to close her shirt, but with the missing buttons, it was impossible. I offered her my hand to help her get up from the ground.

Standing next to each other, our eyes met, and I could see panic and fear in them. Her eyes shifted downward, along my naked body, and she gasped again. Amelia ran to the clothes hanging on the rope, grabbed something, and threw it at me.

“Put it on, quickly!” she said quietly, while grabbing a shirt for herself. She changed into it and hid the old one in the basket with the clothes.

I pulled on a pair of brown pants that barely reached my ankles but fortunately fit well at the waist. The white shirt, at first glance, seemed too small, but I didn't have time to complain. The shirt stretched over my muscles, making them look really good. I wasn't accustomed to clothes like these, preferring to wear something loose and comfortable, but perhaps I should get used to them—they showcased my body quite well.

“Mom?” came a voice, closer this time, and a second later, the boy stood in the doorway of the house.

“Oh, honey,” Amelia gasped. “I’m here,” she added.

I smiled with relief when I saw him, realizing there wouldn’t be any problems for me. Her son was more or less her height and seemed well-built, but judging by his face, he was around fourteen. He glanced at me with a frown but then turned his focus back to his mom.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, walking toward us.

“Oh yes. Umm…” Amelia glanced at me, her face still flushed, but I hoped that her son won’t realize why. Fortunately, we had enough time to fix our clothes. Amelia still had her pussy full of my cum, and in some wicked way this thought excited me.

“This young man was attacked by bandits and asked for some help,” she explained to her son.

He glanced at me. “Oh…”

“He’s alright, sweetie, but he’s hungry. Could you go to the kitchen and pack some bread, meat, and veggies for him?”

The boy nodded and quickly ran back into the house. I grabbed Amelia’s hand and pulled her into my embrace. She stiffened at first, but when I kissed her lips, she relaxed returning the kiss.

“I would love to repeat it,” I gasped when our lips parted. Her cheeks flushed as she averted her eyes. I took a step back, Amelia's hands lingered on my chest, making me chuckle.

“I need clothes for my daughter too. She’s an adult,” I said, waving my hands toward the forest. I glanced in that direction and noticed movement. Was that a tail hiding behind a tree? We had an audience. I just hoped Zoe wouldn’t get jealous.

I focused back on Amelia and saw her staring at the trees with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

I chuckled. “She’s on the other side of the house—she couldn’t see anything.”

Amelia’s body relaxed a bit. She moved to the clothes hanging on the rope and grabbed one of her white shirts and a long skirt, which should reach below Zoe's knees and would be perfect to hide her tail.

“Thank you,” I said as she passed me the clothes.

The door to her house opened, and her son returned holding a small package. He walked over to his mother and handed it to her.

“Thank you, sweetie. Go back to the house now. I’ll come in a moment.”

He glanced from his mother to me, then nodded and headed back. When he closed the door, Amelia stepped closer to me and pushed the package into my hands. It was small and light, probably not much food, but the clothes were more important to me.

"Thanks," I said, licking my lips. My eyes drifted to her mouth—her lips were slightly parted, and it was pretty clear she wanted a kiss. But then I glanced at the house. Her son could be watching, and perhaps, I shouldn’t cause Amelia anymore trouble.

“I need to go. My daughter is probably worried,” I said, nodding toward the forest.

Amelia glanced in that direction, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Alright.”

“Goodbye, Amelia,” I said with a smile, then turned to leave. I had barely taken five steps when I heard her voice again.

“Wait,” she said. I glanced at her. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but it took her a brief moment before she spoke. “What’s your name?”

“Arthur,” I told her a second time—the name I had created just for her.

“Arthur,” she repeated. “Will we see each other again?” she asked, looking at me with hope. I tilted my head, studying her. I had a Sex Mage class, but it was only at level two, and my skills didn’t seem powerful enough to have such an effect on her.

However, if the situation were reversed—if I met a hot twenty-year-old woman and had the best sex of my life with her—I would definitely want to see her again, even if magic wasn’t involved. Perhaps Amelia’s behavior wasn’t so strange and wasn’t caused only by my skills.

“I doubt it, Amelia. But I was really happy to meet you,” I said and turned toward the forest. This time she didn't stop me. I wondered if she was standing there, watching me leave, but I decided not to turn around, imagining instead that I looked cool—like a character in a movie walking away.

I didn't plan to return here ever. For me, it was already the past. My future awaited me in the forest ahead. Now was the time to see how Zoe reacted to me sleeping with another woman.

I took a few steps between the trees and stopped.

“Zoe, you can come out. I know you were watching,” I said.

Something bumped into my back. The clothes and food fell from my hands as I landed on the ground. I cushioned the fall with my hands but still ended up lying flat, with someone straddling my hips.

I turned quickly. Zoe was sitting on top of me, but I didn't have time to look at her because she immediately attacked my lips, connecting us in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed all over my body, as her tail wrapped tightly around my thigh.

“Zoe,” I groaned when our lips parted, as she began scooting lower. She pulled my pants down. I glanced at her face and recognized the look on her face—dark pink eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. She was horny. I lifted my hips so she could slide my pants off more easily.

My hard cock sprang free, standing proudly. With Zoe's naked body, one look was enough to make me hard and ready for her.

She didn’t even fully remove my pants before pressing her face against my cock, taking the head between her lips. She sucked and licked with her eyes closed, purring happily.

Was she just so horny that she didn't care? Or was she deliberately licking Amelia’s juices off my cock? Did it excite her, or was she trying to remove any trace of the other woman from my body?

I didn’t have answers to any of these questions as she pushed my glans into her throat, her constricting muscles making me moan and tilt my head back, savoring her blowjob.

Whatever her reasons, she didn't argue, and was deep throating my cock. Everything was fine.

I grabbed her white hair, pushing her head lower until her lips were wrapped around the base, and my entire cock was warmed by her hot mouth. Zoe didn’t protest—on the contrary, she moaned. Her tongue peeked out, stroking my balls as I lay there, consumed by the bliss of her mouth on my shaft. Then she pulled her head upward until only the tip remained between her lips.

She looked into my eyes as I guided her head down again. Zoe followed the movement, bobbing her head along my length. I released her hair, letting her continue the work, while I relaxed and enjoyed her amazing lips. Within minutes, I was approaching my orgasm.

When she added a lick to my glans every time my cock almost slipped out of her lips, I knew that I wouldn't last for long. Only a few more deep strokes later my cock twitched, and the wave of pleasure spread through my body.

Zoe lifted her head, holding only an inch of my cock in her mouth while her tongue bathed its underside. She sucked everything out of me - her tightly sealed lips didn't let anything spill out. She moaned with her eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face.

When I finished, she let go of my cock and sat there without saying a word. I glanced at her as she opened her mouth, showing me her mouth full of my cum. She closed her lips, tilted her head back, and swallowed audibly. Then she opened her mouth again, showing it was empty. I groaned at the display, a scene straight out of a porno. Zoe crawled toward me on all fours and rested her head on my chest, wrapping me in a hug.

I stroked her hair, relieved that she wasn’t making any trouble about me sleeping with another woman. She would have to accept it eventually—she didn’t have much choice—but at least we avoided an argument.

“I have food for us.” I was hungry for some time already, and now we had food from Amelia.

Zoe sat cross-legged on the ground as I stood. I passed the new clothes to her, dropping them into her lap. “Clothes for you.”

Zoe lifted them, looking at them with distaste. Then she theatrically dropped them onto the ground beside her.

She glanced up and noticed my expression. “What? I’ll need them in the city. We’re still in the forest,” she said.

I shook my head with a smile and focused on the food package. Inside, I found a piece of bread, a small chunk of meat, a few potatoes, and two carrots. I sighed—it wasn’t much, but it would suffice until we reached the city. I glanced at Zoe. Fortunately, I had a skilled hunter with me.

“Does my little demon want to prove herself?” I teased.

Zoe jumped from her sitting position to her knees and quickly moved to my feet.

“Yes,” she said, staring up at me expectantly.

A shiver ran through my body. The sight of a naked, eager girl kneeling by my legs, ready to do anything I asked, sent a rush of power and a boost to my ego.

I pointed at the food. “We don't have enough meat. Can you hunt something here?”

“Yes, master.”

I raised an eyebrow at her calling me that. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but she simply smiled.

I sighed and nodded. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Her eyes widened, and her tail flicked aggressively behind her. “Never,” she said, jumping to her feet and running between the trees. She disappeared from my sight in moments.

I decided to gather wood to light a campfire so we could prepare the food. While collecting branches, I checked my achievements. I had completed another one during sex with Amelia—Spreading the Joy—which had awarded me one point in endurance.

More importantly, I discovered that the achievement wasn’t finished yet. It had progressed to a new stage.

[Name: Spreading the Joy II (10/50)]
[Description: Bring women to orgasm 50 times.]
[Reward: ???]

It didn’t seem too difficult, especially with Zoe always eager and easy to please. I could likely make a lot of progress quickly, though it would take time. Perhaps I’d work on it after reaching the city.

While checking my achievements, I also noticed progress in The Collector. The count had increased to two, confirming it tracked the number of women I’d slept with. Eight more to unlock the reward for that.

The forest was dense and untraveled, so it didn't take long to collect a huge pile of branches. I spotted a small fur package containing Zoe’s belongings close to where she attacked me. Inside, I found the stones she used to light fires, along with her weapon stones and a lighting stone.

I focused on preparing the campfire. It took time, but eventually, I succeeded, and a small flame flickered on the dry grass that I put between the branches.

I sat there observing the fire, and realized I had no idea what technological advancements this world had. They could have electricity, cars, or even the internet. I hadn’t noticed anything at Amelia’s house that suggested such, but it was a farmer’s home, and I hadn’t gone inside. She might have had all of that hidden within.

I would need to ask Zoe about that, but she had spent the last twenty years cut off from the world, so she might not be up to date.

While waiting for Zoe’s return, I focused on my classes. The Sex Mage and Demon Master skills were relatively straightforward and didn’t give me many opportunities to use them since most of them were passive. However, I had a third class—Mage—and the only skill I had from it was Mana Control.

Did summoning mana into this world have any practical use? When I pushed it against Zoe's neck earlier, she had felt it, so there were possibilities.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The world around me faded away. In that quiet moment, I focused inward, reaching for the feeling of mana within me. A small portion of it appeared above my hand—much quicker this time than it had earlier that day.

The mana was completely invisible, yet I could sense it. Focusing on the branches of a nearby tree, I directed the mana with my mind. It flowed toward the leaves, but as soon as it made contact, the sensation vanished. The mana dispersed, and I frowned in disappointment—there wasn’t even the slightest twitch.

Perhaps the issue lay in the amount I was using. For this test, I had used two points of mana, but now it was time to push further. Summoning a larger ball of it—around twenty points’ worth—I directed it toward the leaves again. The orb moved sluggishly, and when it touched the branches, the leaves shifted slightly. Yet, I couldn’t shake the impression that the increased mana spread across a wider area rather than delivering a stronger impact. The mana felt diluted; its **** was dispersed, and its slower movement likely weakened the push even further.

What was mana anyway? Could it be some fuel? It was used to activate skills, so that made some sense. I looked at the campfire in front of me. What if I added mana to the fire? Was it even safe? No, it certainly wasn't so I dropped this idea immediately.

“Master!” I heard Zoe call from behind me. I turned around, and jumped slightly. She was only a foot or two behind me. I hadn’t heard her approach me at all. She held a rabbit, which was covered in blood, as were her hands and lips. She stared at me expectantly.

I smiled, a little disturbed by her bloody appearance. “Good job, Zoe.”

She squealed, dropped the rabbit, and jumped toward me, but I stopped her with my hands on her shoulders.

“You’re covered in blood,” I said, holding her arms so she wouldn’t touch me. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, which was clean. “You need to wash yourself first,” I said.

I brushed her hair gently behind her ear. “Is there water nearby?” Zoe nodded quickly. “Wash yourself and prepare the rabbit for the campfire,” I ordered, as I wasn’t sure how to do it myself. Zoe nodded, grabbed her prey, and ran off between the trees, her naked ass in full view.

Should I get used to scenes like this with her half-vampire race? Did she drink the rabbit’s blood? From the state of her face, it seemed likely.

I sighed. Zoe was amazing, even if a little odd, but perhaps that was due to her being a demon. I wasn’t used to it yet. Thanks to her, I would have fresh meat. I placed more branches into the campfire and opened the package from Amelia.

I grabbed the potatoes. Normally, I would wrap them in aluminum foil and bury them in the embers, but without any foil, I had to improvise. I placed them close to the embers, carefully ensuring they didn’t touch any. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I didn’t have a better way to cook them.

I sat down and observed the fire. Thoughts about my old life crossed my mind. I had left everything behind. But what exactly had I left? A wife who had cheated on me? A job that, after many years, had become boring and tedious? I didn't have any close family—I was an only child, and both of my parents had already died. As for my extended family, I had never had good relationships with them.

I had a few friends, but not a single one that I would call my best friend. Sometimes we met to drink together, watch football, and talk drunkenly about life. I couldn’t even remember the last time we had met without **** being involved.

I had thought of them as my friends, but now I wasn’t so sure I would miss them. Did that mean they weren’t as important as I once thought?

I’d likely find people to drink with in this world, too. I snorted. Zoe would probably love to drink with me, and she was far hotter and sexier than my old drinking buddies.

I frowned. I always thought I had been happy with my life, but now I wasn’t so certain. I had a feeling I might miss my old world’s technology the most—the internet, coffee machines, electricity. If they didn’t exist here, I might occasionally long for them. Ordering food and having it delivered, quick transportation—those were luxuries I would definitely miss. And toilet paper. I frowned again. I hoped whatever they used in this world was better than the leaves I had to rely on during our forest travels. That would undoubtedly be the worst memory of my first days in this world.