24

Elia lies in the light of the moons, on top of a smashed window, one leg bent out of use, and covered in small cuts and gashes. You want nothing but to tear off her remaining rags and kiss her wounds better. You know it makes no sense, but feel it would actually work. Maybe even the leg...

“Mortimer! Help me.” she calls, seeing you out in the open. She holds out a hand for you to help her up, and you wonder what part of you to give her. “And clothe yourself afterwards. I don’t need to see so much of you.”

You brush your lust aside sadly, and do as she bids you; lifting her off the ground and helping her limp back inside the house. Between angry whimpers she leads you to her room, only to find that part of the building completely destroyed. To your great satisfaction, the only place on the second storey not wrecked is your room.

“All right then,” she sighs, “a shared bed it is. Anyway, with the roof gone we’ll keep warm better together.”

She nearly lets you carry her to your chamber, unable to see your leering grin. She mutters something about you putting her leg back together at daybreak, to which you almost blurt out that you could fix it right away, (not that you have the faintest idea how. It’s pure intuition).

Without thinking, you pull her into your arms as you both lie down, and press yourself against her, not forgetting your nakedness, only its significance. Elia doesn’t react. Tentatively, you wrap your arms around her and let their weight pull her into you, her shape melting into yours. One hand rests on her stomach, itching to slide up and hold her more intimately. Her bare shoulder bears a cut, still leaking a little blood each passing moment. You know you could heal that cut if you pressed your lips on it. You know you could heal every bit of her with kisses and cuddles, maybe more. She might not even notice...

...which is odd. She has a broken leg. She can’t walk. Wouldn’t you be crying out in pain constantly from such an injury?

You **** yourself to loosen your grip on her, and turn away. You can’t stop sensing and smelling her, but you can lessen her presence just to think a bit. You know you’re a demon-human hybrid now. You keep having sexual thoughts. You healed your injuries very quickly. Ever since you started touching Elia, she’s been resisting you less and less.

“You’re my blanket, remember?” she whispers, “Don’t pull away...”

What do you do?

To follow your initial instincts and try to make her better, turn to 60. If you wish to hold back from further interference, turn to 75.