Real Dreams

To say that it was Awkward when Fiore and two others; a litchen man and women in deep azure furs walked in to see him hilted in the Chieftain, a combination of their cums leaking down her thigh, would be a colossal understatement, only... He seemed to be the only one experiencing its full ****.

"Ah, Fioremika, well done. Tend to the Warwolf, I would not like his pain to disrupt his enjoyment of tonight's... festivities." Ulsa unsheathed from Nero, who was still confused at Fiore's and the Healer's lack of reaction. Her mane of silver and crimson shimmering gracefully behind her, The Cheif leaned into Nero, kissing him eagerly once more before speaking in a loving whisper "May the Sovereign bring You back to me swiftly, sweet wolf." She smiled, tucking his cock away for him before straightening up like nothing had ever happened and striding pridefully out of the chamber. Nero wasn't quite sure how he felt about all of this, at least not in clarity, and so he did what He always did, He sat quietly as the Healer's carefully rubbed his skin with sweet-smelling oils, contemplating his feelings as the bandages wrapped around his heel and above.

"Fiore..." He finally said, making the silver-haired girl look to him warmly, "The fact that I... have a relationship, with Your mother, that doesn't bother You at all?" He saw the lack of reaction on their faces when they walked in, and He got the distinct impression that all of this was entirely normal to them, but it still didn't sit correctly with him, sure it was every man's dream to be able to fuck as many beautiful women as He pleased, Hell his instincts practically **** him to give in to that overwhelming desire, but that didn't mean that he could just shake off the boundaries that had been laid in his mind by 'Human society'

Fiore looked at Nero strangely, her head tilted curiously "You are Her bloodkin? She is bound to you, just as I am?" She said that a lot like it was obvious, but Nero pressed further

"So You aren't jealous, or... worried that I will stay with her and leave You?" Nero watched as Fiore's face twisted with worry, the Young Huntress placing herself next to Nero and clutched his arm like a puppy about to be taken to the pound

"A-Are You going to do that? B-But... I thought that You loved Fioremike, You can't abandon me, not ever, please!" Fiore begged as Nero hushed her, holding her reassuredly as the girl's breaths hastened

"No! No, of course, I'd never abandon You." He whispered, stopping Her from falling into an emotional breakdown, though She screwed up her face in girlish fury

"Good! d-don't scare Me like that." Fiore nudged him, something he was sure was supposed to hurt but just came off as relentlessly cute instead. Nero's question evolved, the bumping pain of the Litchen healers rubbing and wrapping his ankle doing nothing to halt his train of thought

"Okay, what about with Griffin? I saw the distaste you had for her, you and the other tribeswomen, you don't care about me sleeping with You mum, but You do with Griff?" Fiore's expression became strange, rubbing her smooth chin with her top left hand, Nero was eager to learn his boundaries, something that she luckily explained quite swiftly

"The Griff-Griff woman is of the Red Devils, Her ilk are Litch-foe, trying to invade our Red Sea, it is only by the Sovereign's will that they lack the knowledge and skill to breach far before we can snuff them out... But... I do not hate the Griff-Griff woman... she is kind for a devil I suppose, and skilled with her blade, it's just that... never mind." Fiore rubbed her lips together, turning her face away as it flushed red with embarrassment

"Oh come on, you can talk to me. It's just that what?" He asked, brushing her long fringe out of her pretty face. Fiore huffed, clearing her throat as she bit her lip, mustering the courage to blurt out her truth

"The Griff-Griff woman is the prettiest woman I have ever seen! she is flawless! perfect eyes, perfect teeth, perfect face, Her breasts are as bountiful as the twin moons, she is tall and strong as a mountain, her hips wide and fruitful for birthing... and... she is the greatest fighter I have ever seen! you two would be a perfected match... but Fioremika... Fioremika is small, I was bred for the hunt, not for battle. a-and I know that when You mate with griff-griff, that You will have no taste for little, weak Fioremika." sorrow oozed from the depths of her eyes, lips quivering.

"I know what it's like, you know..." He started, Fiore looking at him through her mahogany eyes that had started to well with tears "Where I am from, there is a guy called Nero Belona, he isn't a warrior, He isn't a saviour, He is just a man who once cared for a beautiful girl. He obsessed over her, lusted after her, saw how she smiled at him and complimented him, but do You know what she did when He told her how he felt?"

Fiore watched silently as Nero shook his head his hands fiddling, his face tightening "...She rejected him, shamed him, left him feeling worthless, broken, not a Wolf of War or a Son of the sky, just a man with his sorrow, lost and alone... but then He was taken somewhere new, somewhere that scared him, a place that He still even isn't sure is real, and met a beautiful girl, who's eyes were soft and beautiful, who's ways were kind and gentle where Her peers were frightening, and despite the terror of this titanic unknown, He found comfort in her and her silver hair. I don't care if I fall in love a hundred more times, or if I must be the Wolf that mounts the world, You will never be like the girl who rejected me, but you will always be the first to have shown me kindness in this place that I have yet to fully understand."

It was like her sadness had melted away, he had pulled her happiness out from the depths of worry, her cherry lips arching into a small smile "I know that You see me as your saviour, this legendary figure, but I'm just man, a man who fears, a man who worries, a man who loves. I will never leave You behind, not for Griff, not for anyone, You are staying by my side always." He asked, the Huntress beaming at him, her cheeks rosy, eyes love-stricken as she held him tightly

"S-So, You will stay with Fioremika, even if You mate with Griff-Griff, me by Your side, always?" Fiore's face burned with hope, Nero's reassuring smile warming her softly

"Always." He swore, meaning it to the core, the magnetism he had felt towards Fiore was far from waning, even though their relationship had started at a lightning-fast pace, He was ever sure of it, and He prayed to whatever gods ruled this planet that it would remain cast iron. She did not say anything else as the Healer's continued to tend to him, instead, resting her silver-haired head on his shoulder, humming lightly as Nero sat quietly, hoping beyond hopes that this was not just a dream.