Pleasure was no stranger to her; Ernzu had her own experiences with pleasure, some good and some bad.
But this experience was too hot to describe in just a few words. She wasn't some innocent girl like the ones Ducanor had seen for most of his life. She was likely already decades old when Ducanor's parents were still brats, and she had her own history of lovers.
Yet, she had never felt as immoral as she did today. Her soft flesh was caressed by Ducanor with an inhuman patience; even the pleasure of having him inside her paled in comparison to the satisfaction of having a boy practically loving her so passionately. Perhaps nothing could match that feeling in her mind.
"Mmm..." Silent moans escaped Ernzu's lips. She tried to suppress her own pleasure while passionately digging her nails into Ducanor's back, joining forces with him as she moved her body in unison with her young lover's constant thrusting.
And before an hour had passed since they started that session in the bath, she felt Ducanor's seed enter her womb. Strangely, and secretly, she found herself wishing for those seeds to sprout.
Time passed and the heat faded, along with the stimulation. They simply contemplated the time they spent together in silence—but a pleasant silence. A silence that was usually broken by her.
It wasn't the first pillow talk they'd had; they had talked a lot, about so many things. Ducanor had told her he had no parents and had been adopted. She had told him she was born into a noble family and married early; when she finally broke free of that life, rebellion washed over her, before she finally settled down again.
"Do you still want to join the army?" Ernzu suddenly asked in a serious tone she didn't normally use with him.
"Yes," he replied with a sigh. They had already had this conversation several times this month, which didn't make it any more pleasant.
Staying silent for a moment, she finally said, "I'll let you join. Several generals owe me favors; it won't be difficult to get you in. Though how you perform will be entirely your responsibility, and beforehand, you will have to train and follow the regimen I set for you."
At this point, Ducanor opened his eyes in disbelief, catching a grin from ear to ear on Ernzu's face, before kissing her and showering her with kisses to the point that she felt embarrassed.
"Stop it now. You didn't buy me just with your prowess in bed; I also know it's impossible for you not to want to join even if it's forbidden... your nature won't allow otherwise."
"Thank you," Ducanor replied with a smile as he looked deeply at her. "Perhaps you are the first woman I have truly loved." He maintained his happy smile at the news and then got up to go to the baths.
For almost ten minutes, a stunned Ernzu remained frozen; she didn't know what to say, or what to feel. Strangely, she felt happy, as well as sad.
Those words were like a spell. If he hadn't said them, even if Ducanor died in battle, it wouldn't have hurt as much as his distance, his absence, hurt now. She realized in that moment that those words had condemned her, like a judge handing down a sentence—a sentence she couldn't reject.
Because, who can truly reject love? Only men and fools could, and often they were one and the same.
Ducanor was now sitting as if on a bed of nails in front of two extremely annoyed people. The first was none other than Leona, who looked ready to explode with anger as she glared at him with venomous eyes. On the other side was Benia, Ernzu's adopted daughter, who was currently looking at him with daggers in her eyes.
Coughing lightly as he tried to hide his discomfort, Ducanor muttered, "It's not my fault. I simply reacted like any man would in that situation."
"Two days," Benia growled coldly as she slammed the table, practically shooting lightning from her eyes while the air around her trembled inexplicably.
"But..." Ducanor tried to defend himself again.
"Two days," Leona repeated, this time with a murderous glare, radiating sparks from her entire body.
"Stop it now," growled a third voice.
Ducanor's eyes lit up as if he had found his savior. Ernzu appeared in the main hall, this time dressed in a long robe that barely hid her body, with a bright expression on her face and a flush on her skin. She was no longer using her previous appearance of golden hair and reddish skin—which, according to Ernzu herself, was simply a disguise to go unnoticed—having changed her appearance to that of a member of the Aurea race.
She now had green hair and milk-white skin, and she was wearing barely anything more than thin sleepwear.
Feeling Ducanor's gaze, she looked back at him reproachfully as she continued, "It's not his fault. What happened was... an accident."
Ducanor put a hand to his head; even he felt the excuse was terrible.
"An accident? Did you accidentally fall on his dick for two days?" Leona growled furiously, causing even Ernzu and Benia to flush with embarrassment.
"I don't mean that. He has a special physique," Ernzu growled, somewhat annoyed. After all, she was a tall, powerful, and lean existence, and for a little girl to speak to her like that was out of line, but she decided to let it slide.
"What I mean is that, you could say... Ducanor went into some kind of uncontrollable frenzy because of me," she finally said.
At those words, even Ducanor was somewhat stunned, looking at her doubtfully. Finally, with a sigh, Ernzu explained the situation to him.
Forensic Report
Subject: Megadipteran.
Age: ?? (20+).
Gender: Unknown.
Autopsy performed by: Magister Amethystos Iuris Civilis, supervised by the pilgrim Tordespa Portugal.
Note: The subject is a member of the Typhon genus, of the Diptera race. The apparent cause of death is the liquefaction of its internal organs due to an unknown explosive projectile.
Note 2: The specimen's size exceeds two meters in height and weighs more than five hundred kilograms post-autopsy.
1 - Central organ: Analogous to the head of most mortal species; the head has a subglobose shape and the frontoclypeus is an area bounded superiorly by the eyes and the vertex, being analogous to the shape of a fly or similar insects, but covered by a chitinous membrane that covers both the eye coating as well as its mouthparts; the nervous system is distended throughout the body without a clear main nucleus.
2 - Thorax: Covered with a chitinous membrane slightly thinner than on the head. Thin bristles of what appear to be hair-like but much thicker sensory organs protrude from its abdomen as well as its limbs, which count up to six hook-shaped appendages, ending in three claws.
3 - Exterior: Aside from the previous elements, I have discovered what appears to be a remnant organ of two thin, transparent-looking wings, made of a thick membrane with the texture of pressed leather. They seem vestigial given the creature's size, as they barely span fifty centimeters in width and a little over a meter in length. It also carried equipment and a type of leather clothing of apparently plant origin; its use is unknown.
4 - Lower section: The creature's body is composed of what we could call three cells, counting the head and thorax, with the lower section apparently being where genetic material and food would be stored. Its two hindmost legs are longer than those surrounding the abdomen, exceeding a meter in length and being quite flexible and resistant, likely allowing it to walk upright.
Note 3: The wounds on the thorax show that its organs were shredded by a small, concentrated explosion. There are burns, but they do not seem to be caused by heat, and its body has surprising hardness and resistance.
Note 4: I recommend destroying the body after the autopsy. If the gods created mortals in their image and likeness, these abominations do not deserve to be treated as equals.