World After Worlds

Matteo stared at her eyes. They were clear, clearer than they used to be, she was drawing him in. She blinked her eyes, it flattered his heart, he creased his brows as he felt his heartbeat was accelerating. It was the same sensation he felt whenever he held her or saw her or just by thinking of her. Then the unexplainable phenomenon of his body was what humans called love. He would always feel this but the sensation was notably strong this time.

She placed her palm on his chest. It was warm, it was electrifying… he felt as if his stomach was starting to burn. She was about to hug him with a smile when her leg scraped on his hardened penis. She frowned and squinted her eyes as she looked at him, "Why are you still hard? Are you thinking something bad, Teo?" She asked casually and rubbed her leg on him. His jaw clenched, her skin felt so good…

"Stop doing that," he growled before catching her knees. Their eyes met, face a few centimeters apart. "Rym, don't do that." He was breathing heavily, his eyes darkened. While she was asleep, he managed to subside his desires yet just because she caressed him in that area… he wanted her again.

"Make it go down, didn't you have so much already?" She asked in a very relaxed manner, she was not taking a hint from the torture he was undergoing.

"It's the normal reaction of my human body towards you," he inhaled deeply and let her go. He sat down to just get to cooking before this escalated to something more.

"Can you make it go down just by looking at it and using your powers?"

"I can't." They both looked at his upright penis, "That's not the purpose of my ability." He was serious, a moment of silence. Yanarym giggled after a minute of comprehending the ambiance and their chitchat.

"What's funny?" Matteo looked at her, he thought that she was laughing at his incompetency because he could not do anything with his human body's reaction. But her expression didn't appear to be jeering; in fact, she looked more delighted than taunting.

"I think we look cute," she shifted her eyes to look at him, "don't you think so?"

"Look cute? What does that mean?"

"I don't know, Teo." She leaned to him before whispering, "Find it out yourself." She bestowed a kiss on his cheek as she pulled away, her gesture lifted his mood a hundred times better. "Anyway, when will this calm down? It's been hard ever since, right? You've got so much vigor."

"I don't know, I didn't care about it," he answered and took some towel to cover himself, when he turned to her, he wrapped her with cotton silk. She didn't complain and let him serve her.

"You never relieve yourself?"

"Relieved… myself?"

"Yes, like masturbating?"

"What's that?"

"... I thought you studied human?"

"Yes, how to kiss you, touch you, have sex with you."

"...wait, so let me get this straight. You have never ejaculated before? Our sex was your first?" He finished tying the knot of the fabric on her shoulders and it was a perfect yellow dress for her, he looked at her eyes and it was widening with surprise.

"Ejaculated?"

"When you release something from your penis! The white sticky thing!"

"You mean the sperm?"

"Yes!"

"Of course, it was my first time, Rym. I had no reason to ejaculate before." He said with his creasing brows, didn't understand what this discussion was for.

"You never touched yourself?"

"Why would I do that?"

"... oh my, you're a virgin? Like a real virgin? Wow…" her hands covered her lips. She was making adorable faces, he couldn't help but smile. "So, how do you know you're attracted to me?" She asked with enthusiasm.

Matteo took a pause and stared at her. I missed this, a voice whispered to him—I missed her being like this to me… even though I always see her. I still miss her. Matteo was astonished by his discovery of new foreign emotion. How could I miss someone I'm always with? But he couldn't refute it, he was happy that it felt like they were back to what they were. He shook his head and caressed her cheeks on his thumbs. "Didn't you say you are hungry? You should eat first, let's talk later."

"I want to talk to you first, I could forget what I want to ask you." She puppied her eyes to convince him, Matteo was reluctant but eventually gave in to her wish. "Tell me, when did you feel attracted to me?"

"When I first saw you, I guess that was the attraction you meant."

"That was when? ...Am I your first love?" While Matteo was occupied in entertaining her silly questions, Yanarym was busy thinking about destroying the ambiance. He's so calm, how do I make him falter? What question will make him angry?

"Twenty-one years ago," he said with no denial. Yanarym's mouth dropped, the original was a baby?! "The only human I like is you. I hated humans but not you, you're my wife."

"Your bride… we're not married, I haven't died yet." She uttered and thought of another question, but was deterred when he hoist his thumb to her mouth. She was startled that she almost bit him. "What are you doing?" She wrinkled her forehead, Matteo's eyes dilated, the phrase seemed to affect him.

"Either way, you're mine, Rym. Calling you a bride or wife won't make a difference." He uttered ominously, Yanarym eyes widened, bingo! I found it! She hid her triumphant grin. His trigger was when she denies him!

They were staring at each other for quite some time, she was trying to find a word or a sentence to repudiate him. Then, they heard her stomach grumbling, Matteo's austere countenance relinquished.

"You're more handsome if you don't talk," she pouted her lips and voluntarily set distance for them. He's possessive but submissive, that's for sure a little cute contradictory of characteristics.

"You'll be surprised to see my true form if you consider this appearance handsome." He wasn't boasting, but she could feel the confidence.

"I don't know if I should be disturbed that you were attracted to me when I was a baby." Yanarym got back to the topic, it was surprising hearing that he liked the original from childhood—no, the right term is infancy. I can understand that they are in different classes of entities, but how can Matteo like a baby?

"Disturbed? From what?"

"I mean, you are attracted to a baby, you're a full-grown adult." He was perplexed, he could not understand her, again. She seemed to get the hint that he was not able to follow her, "when did you realize it was more than attraction? That I'm gonna be your wife?"

"When you turned six."

"Are you a pedophile? Do you like kids?"

"No, I don't think so, I don't like kids," he answered calmly.

"You liked me when I was a kid, doesn't that make you one?"

"...you're right,"

"Wait, wait, are you catching up with me? Are we speaking the same language?"

"Yes."

"Then, tell me, what am I talking about?"

"That you are disturbed because I liked you when you were a baby. And I'm a pedophile." Yanarym held her laughter, Matteo's voice was smooth and relaxed as if they were talking simple stuff. But in reality, he looked like he didn't have the slightest idea what was going on.

"Matteo,"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know what the meaning of pedophile is?"

"Liking you from the moment of your existence." He said with conviction.

"No!" Yanarym burst into laughter, "No, it's not a term about that, I mean," she laughed louder, "you've been with me since I was a child, why is your level of pureness so much?" Matteo gave up on comprehending their conversation. He just smiled seeing her laugh merrily. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because you're beautiful when you are happy." Yanarym bit her lips inward. Matteo is so good at this...if he knows how to flirt, he should have seduced the original a long time ago.

"You made me happy," she replied, "Anyways, the meaning of pedophile is a person who is sexually attracted to children." His smile drooped, "let me repeat the question, are you a pedophile?"

"I was not interested in human intimacy until I had you today. Back then, I never thought that I would have you this way." He was upset, "Do you think I am that disgusting? I never thought of you or will ever think of you, especially your young human body as something to satisfy the human needs."

"I am clarifying what it was and what it is that you are feeling for me. I don't know how a god like you wanted me to become your wife." His face formed a handsome but dangerous grimace.

"Become? No. You are already my wife. You're not required to die to become mine, Rym."