parentshiftbook Chapter 758 - 757 - A Secret Worth Knowing
Chapter 758 - 757 - A Secret Worth Knowing
She moved her tail. The appendage, which had been still, came alive. The scaled limb, powerful and flexible, flapped against his hips, urging him deeper.He buried his cock. The thrust drove into her, all ten inches sinking until the walls clamped around the base. She gripped him like she wanted to keep him there forever.
He fucked her. The rhythm, slow and deep, was maintained. Her tail, moving around his hips like a second pair of hands, pushed him forward with each stroke. The appendage, strong enough to crush stone, was gentle on his skin. She was using her own tail to drive his cock into herself.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
The rhythm, synchronized by her tail, was perfect. Each thrust, guided by her appendage, struck the same spot inside her. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was using him to get it.
She stiffened. Her body went rigid. The moan that had been building tore from her throat as a scream.
"Ah—♡♡!! Ah—♡♡!! FUCK—♡♡!!"
The word, crude and human, slipped out before she could catch it. She had been around humans long enough to pick up their language. The saliva dripping from her mouth fell onto his chest. She was drooling, lost in the sensation.
## Part III: Food and Confession
He kept the food. The fish, which he had caught from a nearby stream using an improvised trap, was cooked over a fire. The smoke rose through the canopy, visible for anyone passing. The smell, savory and warm, filled the clearing.
She smelled it. Her nose, more sensitive than a human’s, twitched. Her nostrils flared, her eyes following the smoke.
"It feels delicious," she said. Her voice carried an eagerness that betrayed her hunger.
He gave her the fish. The cooked meat, flaky and white, sat on a leaf. She ate. The enthusiasm was visible in every bite — she had not eaten cooked food in years. The taste hit her tongue and made her eyes widen.
"Ah—!" The sound came out as surprise and pleasure. "It tastes so delicious. How did you learn cooking?" She paused, catching herself mid-thought. "Wait, no, I mean— so you can cook, huh?"
The redirect was deliberate. She had almost asked about her husband, whose cooking she still remembered. She did not want to voice that memory.
He looked at her. He saw what she did. But he did not press. Not yet.
"Yeah, I can," he said. He sat beside her on the flowers. The fire, which was dying, cast a warm light over them both.
"Tell me about your husband," he said. The question was direct and strategic. "How was he?"
She looked at him. The golden eyes, which had been eager about the food, softened. Her face, which had been bright, became calm.
"I do not care," she said. Her voice was quiet but absolute. "I want to know about you."
The rejection of his question was also a declaration. She did not want to talk about the past. She wanted the present. He was here and her husband was not. That was enough.
They ate. The fish was consumed in silence. The fire crackled. The forest held them in peace.
After eating, she sat on his lap. The position placed her body against his naturally. Her breasts, heavy and full, pressed against his chest. Her nipples, stiff, pushed into his skin. Her tail, long and scaled, draped over his legs. Her hips, wide and thick, rested on his cock. The shaft, which had been resting, lay between her cheeks. Not inside. Just between them. She was comfortable.
She asked the question she had been holding.
He smiled. He leaned in, his mouth finding her neck, kissing the warm skin there.
"I am telling you," he said, his lips against her, "you need to milk me and milk my mind into submission."
The words were playful but honest. If she wanted to know him, she would have to overwhelm him. He would not give in easily. The phrase was both literal and figurative — his lust was his shield, and she had already made him cum twice.
She sighed. "Do you think I would be able to do it?" she asked. The question was genuine, carrying genuine uncertainty.
"I would not be able to," he said. The answer made her blink in confusion. But then the rest of the sentence registered — he would not be able to resist her. She had already made him cum in seconds. She was dangerous.
He kissed her. Brief but deep. Then he pulled back. The retreat was physical and emotional. Something he had not yet spoken.
"Sorry," he said. "I will take you somewhere."
The words were a promise and a warning. He would give her a home, but it would not be with him alone.
She shook her head immediately. "You are going to leave me again, right?" she said. Her voice, which had been warm, went cold. She knew what this meant. She had heard this before — her husband had said the same thing.
"I cannot take you everywhere," he said. His voice carried no softness, only honesty. "But I can give you a place with my other wives."
The words ’other wives’ hit her like a wave. Her mouth, which had been about to speak, twitched. Her hand, which had been on his shoulder, moved to his ear. The grab was sharp. The pull was firm.
"You did say you were going to have a harem," she said. Her voice was flat. "But did you literally do it?"
"My, my," he said. The response was deliberately casual. "Wait. You are kidding me, right? Come on, you women."
The phrase ’you women’ was general but also a confession. There were more than one, and they were all his.
She sighed. She kissed his cheek, gentle and forgiving. She was not angry. He was an idiot, but he was her idiot.
"Let me tell you something that I know," she said. Her voice shifted from playful to serious. He blinked. "And you must know it. Do not get confused about your horn."
He blinked. "What?" he said.
She looked at him. The golden eyes, which had been soft, became intense. Whatever she was about to say, he needed to listen.
"There was a written ancient text in my olden tribe," she said. Her voice, melodic and steady, carried the weight of ancient knowledge. "Before it was destroyed by humans. It said that several souls split across the fragments gathered the omnipotent powers and merged together, creating a soul body that then takes the form of a god."
The words hit him like the void had hit him. Soul fragments merging together. Creating a soul body. Taking the form of a god.
He trembled. His jaw clenched. She was describing him. She was describing what he was. This could not be a coincidence, but it made sense.
The tail. The horn. The checkpoints. The fragments. The souls. The union. The truth, which had been forming in his mind since the void, crystallized.
He was not a single soul. He was a union. Multiple souls, fragments of different beings, had been scattered across existence. The fragments, drawn together by destiny, merged. Each merger was a checkpoint. Each checkpoint brought new power.
The tail, which carried the clap point ability, was from one fragment.
The horns, which carried the rune inscription ability, were from another.