kiwanis-nylisc Chapter 178: Unnamed
Chapter 178: Unnamed
In the primitive world where power lies on raw strength and brutal surviving on the wilderness. On the ospiciou night, a mysterious sprit had descended from the unknown origin, heading straight to a hut, before merging into the very soul of a young boy, named Fuyu.
Fuyu a normal boy, living with his adopted family, working his ass off to help the family and himself to survive the winter and to be able to live till next summer. Till that one night, everything changed. His sole purpose, ignorant self had realized something that was far beyond the capability for any mortal in that tribe to ever grasp, what he learned through the help of that sprit. Fuyu who was naive and only knew few survival tricks, learnt about the upper realms, sprits, multiple worlds, spiritual energy, beastman, fairy, dragons, God’s, Immortal, Emperor, and many more.
His ignorant self, had completely shattered on this discovery with the help of that unknown origin sprit, granting him an entire new life goal to achieve something that his previous self would never, even dreamed of not only in this life but multiple lifetime. His goal and presuit for life had changed, his priorities had changed. And his simple side character origin had changed, with this knowledge begins the journey, from surviving to dominating not only this world but worlds beyond worlds, Realm beyond Realms.
But with ambition this large, that can swallow even a fated one, his simple village, tribe life had also transformed to a brutal calculations and manipulation. Even Ones wrath can kill him like ant, but for the perseverance of his presuit, would he get crushed by the immortals like a beast or he rise above the heaven. "Don’t ran off you cowards..get back here and attack this boy. It’s easy to get him under control together, if you would run he would kill all of you. Agghh..fuckkkkkkk." The Leader scream in desperate need of support from his subordinate but only get more enraged by seeing the cowardly behavior his subordinates were showing by running in the forest like a puppy scared of by the wild beasts.
"What should I do now..? I need to get away from here immediately, otherwise only my crospe would get along with them.." The Leader tried to made drama while screaming and telling his rest of the members to attack but only watched in despair, those who attacked didn’t get time to return back to safety, only there lifeless body fall on the ground.
"You aren’t going anywhere." Fuyu’s voice came as he had enough of listening to that old fart’s deafening and brittle voice. Fuyu attack few other members knocking them instantly leaving them goaning in pain before he walked towards the gang leader who was still sitting on the horse seems froze in place, the other bandits who were before the leader immediately get down the horse as they had peed on themselves before giving Fuyu the way without resistant, bowing before him like he was there leader, they were not even listening to there real leader’s frustrated voice.
As Fuyu past through them, he felt bit pride and the rest of the bandits dropped on there knees like he was the king, but Fuyu’s focus was on the bandit’s leader. He simply ignored the people, already bowing to him.
"Huh..who do you think you are boy..? Do you think you can scare the great bandit Leader, Lion Scar, the bandit who have defeated many Magix user. I will make you realize infront of whom you are trying to show off you, go ahead." Lion scar, the leader was taking bullshit and trash talking only to buy time, to use one of the sneakest technique they use.
"Huh..? What are you bragging for..? What..?" Fuyu asked in mocking tone, upon hearing the Loin scar’s bravery filled boastfulness. As Fuyu was only an arm away from attacking the lion scar, his reckless behavior almost cost him his life.
"Haha..got you, deadass." The Leader’s voice bombed in excitement upon watching his subordinate attack Fuyu from behind and he got successful on landing the attack of the dagger on Fuyu’s waist. Lion Scar also lunches forward to attack but this time Fuyu dodged the attack. While holding the dagger which was luckily only two centimeter inside the back waist area.
"Ugh..it hurts fuck..but I need to pull it out. My body will recover own it’s, fuck it hurts so bad." Fuyu thought as he tried to pull that dagger but it was much more painful and the leader was attacking. "But before taking that out, die.." Fuyu said as he used his powers, as silver spikes formed energy left Fuyu’s palm, directly hitting both of the men on there legs and arm only making then unable to attack or run.
"Aghhhh...MY LEGSSS..." The man who attacked from behind screamed at his top lungs to the pain of getting his flesh tear like a cloth exposing it’s white bone like a dead meat.
"Aghh..nooo..Don’t..don’t .." The Leader whose leg was also got attacked but his arms were more severely damaged looked at Fuyu with complete terror seems like a cat has finally saw all his nine life flashed before his eyes. His tone shifted, from arrogant to worried about his life ready to bargain and beg for his life. As he watched, Fuyu taking the dagger off his waist.
"You are dead now..aghh.." As Fuyu said this and moved forward. "No, no, wait, my friend no.."
"No wait, or anything, you didn’t only attack me but also killed my horse. Now you have to pay for it." As Fuyu said this, lion scar tried his best and last negotiation.
"What do you mean my friend..? It was just a mistake can you forget about the things just now. And can we become friends..?" The Leader asked in bit fearful voice upon hearing Fuyu’s warning.
"What friend..? A friend wouldn’t kill his friend’s horse, would he..?" Fuyu asked, everyone else were completely stunned to speak upon witnessing the behavior change in the leader’s voice.
"Haha, you must be kidding, I didn’t killed your horse my friend, it’s my subordinate whom you already taught a lesson. And most importantly, your horse is still alive just with some injuries, it would recover soon." The Leader explained trying to make it like they knew each other well.
"Oh really, is it still alive.?"
"Yes, yes, my friend look at the horse. It’s moving, so it’s alive just bit injured." Leader hurriedly started to explain it’s conditions, but before his sentence finished. Everyone become pale upon Fuyu’s move and felt the fearfull cold creeping in there spine. While, Leader was trying to explain the horse was fine with some injuries and others were being worried that Fuyu’s might really let go of him, couldn’t help but shutter in dreadful expression as they witnessed Fuyu himself attacked the suffering horse and take it’s life leaving everyone speechless.
"Hey, wait my friend, it’s you who killed that horse, not me. I didn’t killed that horse, it’s you who fucking killed him." The Leader, started to exclaimed in panic, by the seer strength Fuyu display without even moving just by the flicker of his hand the horse died, he couldn’t help but imagine himself getting his throat slit open by that force.
"Oh, really..?" Fuyu asked with his brow lifted in confusion.
"Yes, it’s you monster. You are horrible, how can you kill the horse you were just worried about..?" The Leader’s voice came in complete terror his morale to keep on fighting or resisting had disappeared due to that display of raw brutally. Although as a gang leader, it was not typically anything he himself hadn’t done in life but was afraid for his own life.
"Did, I really killed the horse..? Or it was him who killed it..?" Fuyu suddenly stopped moving forward, making the leader whose eyes were shaking from the terror to look at the person who was beside Fuyu laying down on the ground with some injureries.
"That..." The man laying down on the ground with pain was completely startled by Fuyu’s suddenly question, he didn’t know what to answer.
"What the hell are you taking so much time for just say, this mother-fucker had killed the horse." The Leader desperate yet angry voice came but it didn’t go accordingly.
"It was him." The man pointed at the leader saying he killed the horse. Leaving the leader stunned and baffled by this as he couldn’t control himself burst into outrage, the leader jumped on the man and started to attack him with all his strength, while calling him cowardly and liar. The man asked for help from Fuyu for taking his side. Fuyu remained still for sometime before the smile on his face disappeared.
"It’s getting boring, I shall end this now." Fuyu thought and without an word both of the man’s dead body was laying on the ground. "My time got wasted quite much, my wives I am coming home. Woohoo let’s go home." Fuyu thought but his face showed bitter smile upon his attention getting on the group of people whom he had been traveling with past day, were already looting the crospes bag and all, whatever looting those bandit had. Fuyu, couldn’t help but smile bitterly at there bagger behavior as the elders in the group immediately came infront of him expressed there gratitude for saving there life, they asked Fuyu to stay and travel with them but he rejected. They tried to presue much but it didn’t work.
"It’s truly a pity that we can’t travel together or complete our journey, but it’s our luck that we got to meet, with a magix user and a great man like you." The old man said to Fuyu as others slowly stopped collecting the things from the bandits and focused on the talk the elders were having.
"Yes, it’s truly amazing to meet someone like you. But since we can’t offer you anything neither you accept anything. At least take the horse with you for the journey ahead of you." The man offered as Fuyu rejected it as well saying he didn’t need that. Without much talk with them he left for his home."What has transpired, Fuyu? Has the collective weight of their scorn truly settled within your spirit? I articulated previously that you are under no obligation to proceed if this perceived ignominy is too heavy a burden; your mother’s comfort is far less consequential than your own psychological well-being." Nula’s voice was a soft, muffled vibration in the thick, fuliginous darkness that now permeated the hut. She reached out, her fingers searching through the stygian gloom to find the familiar planes of his face, but the absolute lack of light rendered her blind. A sudden, sharp constriction seized her heart—a visceral pang of guilt. Had her playful machinations and the public spectacle she orchestrated pushed him too far? Was she committing a transgression against his burgeoning masculinity?
Fuyu’s hands, however, did not falter. He continued to rhythmically knead the soft, pliant flesh of her calves with a lithic persistence. When he finally spoke, his tone was dangerously level, devoid of the cracking vulnerability she expected. "No, Mother. I am not ashamed. Their laughter is merely evanescent noise to me."
"What? Truly?" Nula’s surprise was palpable. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, a wave of relief washing over her voluptuous frame. The teasing hadn’t broken him. "Then why the stony silence, my quiet one? What was swirling within the labyrinth of your mind to keep your tongue so still?"
"I was merely occupied with other thoughts," Fuyu replied, his voice maintaining a stoic coolness as he attempted to mask the visceral heat still radiating from his cheeks after the public humiliation.
"Oh? And what thoughts could be so imperious that they demand your full attention while your mother sits before you?" Nula asked, her tone shifting back to a playful, coy mockery. She leaned back, bracing herself with both palms against the earthen floor to support her weight. Her legs remained draped across Fuyu’s lap, her skin drinking in the sensuous friction of his calloused palms. The rhythmic kneading was beginning to bypass her muscles and strike at something deeper, more primordial.
"I was thinking about Aunt Susan," Fuyu stated simply.
The name hit Nula like a physical blow. Her body stiffened, and her brow furrowed in the dark. I was here, enduring the same ignominy alongside him, worrying for his very soul, and he was occupied with thoughts of her? A surge of possessive irritation flared within her breast—a visceral jealousy. What kind of atavistic betrayal is this? That he would allow the image of another woman to occupy the space I have claimed? Does he not reciprocate the singular focus I afford him? The thought that her son might bestow his preternatural strength and care upon another woman, even his own aunt, felt like a transgression against their private bond.
"I was considering that she, too, must be burdened by the inexorable weight of her daily labors," Fuyu explained, oblivious to the storm he had provoked. "I thought perhaps she might also require my assistance to release the tension of her frame—that I should massage her as well."
"WHAT?" Nula’s voice erupted in a guttural shout that nearly shook the thatch above. She quickly caught herself, smoothing her tone into a sharp, magisterial command. "You shall do no such thing! It is more than enough that you provide this service to me. You are not to distribute your strength to anyone else. Do you understand? Your mommy is the only one who requires your... specialized care."
"We shall see to that later," Fuyu replied, his tone suddenly shifting from supple to dominant. Without warning, he clamped his hands down with a formidable increase in pressure, his fingers sinking deep into the gorged muscles of her calves.
"Wh—Ahhh! Fuyu! Do not apply such torrid force so suddenly!" Nula let out a sharp, visceral moan that caught in her throat. The sudden sting of the pressure was sharp, but as the blood rushed to the area, it was followed by a wave of intoxicating relief.
"My apologies, Mother. I shall return to a lighter touch," he murmured.
"No... wait," Nula gasped, her breathing becoming shallow and labored. "Do not occupy yourself with my legs tonight. The ache has migrated elsewhere. It has settled in my shoulders and the small of my back."
"As you wish," Fuyu agreed. He moved behind her, his presence a towering shadow in the gloom. "But you must remove your top first, Mother. I cannot work through the leaves if I am to find the knots in your skin."
Nula felt a visceral shiver travel down her spine at the authoritative cadence of his voice. Why does it feel so preternatural to hear him command me thus? she wondered, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. I should distance myself. I know the incestuous fire he harbors, yet here I am, systematically dismantling the barriers between us. She felt her resolve eroding, her very mind becoming corrupted by the warmth of his proximity. Yet, she found herself helpless against the pull of his atavistic devotion.
"Oh... of course," she whispered. She reached up, undoing the simple ties of her leafy garment. It fell away, leaving her voluptuous upper body bare to the cool night air. She sat before him, a fecund statue in the dark, as Fuyu’s hands found the supple curve of her neck.
The Descent into the Senses
Fuyu began to work his magic upon her shoulders. His thumbs traced the lithic line of her spine, pressing into the stiff muscles with a sinewy strength that made Nula’s head roll back in stupefied bliss.
"Oh... so divine..." she muffled, the words barely audible. The labyrinthine thoughts of society and norms began to dissolve, replaced by the visceral reality of his touch. The heat radiating from his body was like a hearth, surrounding her, claiming her.
She felt the urge to surrender her weight. Her palms found the floor behind her for support, but in the darkness, they landed squarely upon Fuyu’s powerful thighs. He flinched—a minor, involuntary twitch—but remained firm, a solid pillar for her to lean upon.
"Mmm...~Fuyu..." Nula’s breath came out in a seductive, torrid hiss as she called his name.
"Do you require more pressure, Mother?" he asked, his focus absolute.
"No, my sweet boy. I merely wish to... lean back. My frame is so heavy with exhaustion. Is it permissible? If I rest against you?" Her voice had dropped into a captivating, mature register—a subtle seduction she wasn’t even aware she was performing.
"It is allowed," Fuyu replied.
Immediately, Nula shifted her weight. She leaned back until her bare, creamy back made contact with Fuyu’s hard, muscular chest. The sensation was electric. She could feel the rhythmic beat of his heart against her shoulder blades and the masculine, organic scent of him—a mix of earth and raw vitality—invaded her senses. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her hot breath ghosting across his cheek.
I am a paragon of sin, she thought, her mind drifting into a stupefied haze. I know his intentions, yet I am practically enticing him. I tell myself I love him with a mother’s heart, but the way my body reacts to his sinewy embrace... it is a taboo truth I can no longer ignore. She felt a strange, visceral wetness gathering between her legs, a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
"Mother... how am I to continue the massage if you are lying upon me thus?" Fuyu asked, his voice a mix of confusion and strained effort. "Your back is inaccessible now. How shall I satisfy your stiffness?"
Nula smiled into the dark, a predatory yet soft expression. "Oh, hush, boy. Let me simply enjoy the sanctuary of my baby’s strength for a moment. My own limbs feel as though they have turned to wax. But if you must work... here. Give me your hands."
She reached back, her fingers locking with his. She pulled his arms forward, wrapping them around her voluptuous, slightly rounded stomach. She held them there, pinning his calloused palms against her smooth, bare skin. Fuyu’s arms felt like lithic bands of iron, and as he unconsciously tightened his grip, pulling her closer into his sinewy heat, Nula let out a sudden, guttural moan. "Ugh..."
"Ah... nothing, baby. Pull me close to you... just like you just did," Nula commanded, her voice breaking into a sultry rasp.
Fuyu complied, his arms hauling her backward with a formidable strength. The force of it caught Nula’s breath in her throat, causing a soft hiccup of pleasure. "Yes... just... ahhh... like that mmmm...~... do it harder.. agghhh.. yes!"
She moaned with the shameless abandon of a creature finally finding its mate. The sensation of being ravaged by the sheer pressure of his arms across her midriff made her limbs go pliant. Her heart was drumming a frenetic rhythm against her ribs, and the butterflies in her womb were no longer fluttering—they were a roaring swarm of heat. She felt herself melting into the lithic contours of his body, her sovereignty as a mother completely surrendered to the visceral dominance of the man she had raised. The wetness she felt now was no mere perspiration; it was the unmistakable sign of her body’s total betrayal.
The Climax of Tension
Nula’s mind was a swirling maelstrom of conflicting impulses. Part of her—the part that still clung to the sanctity of her role—screamed at her to break away, to re-establish the boundaries she had so recklessly discarded. But another part, a more atavistic and primal fragment of her soul, craved the heat of the fire she had ignited. She could feel Fuyu’s breath on the nape of her neck, a torrid and rhythmic puff of air that sent fresh waves of sensuous tremors through her frame.
"Fuyu..." she whispered, her voice a mere gossamer thread in the dark. "Do you realize... what you are doing to your mommy?"
"I am only following your instructions, Mother," he replied, his voice lithic and unwavering, though she could feel the tension in his muscles, the sinewy strain of a man holding back an ocean of desire. "You told me to pull you close. You told me to do it harder."
The logic was irrefutable, yet it felt like a salacious game they were both playing, a dance on the edge of a primordial abyss. Nula turned her head slightly, her lips almost brushing against the curve of his jaw. The darkness was their sanctuary, a place where the rules of the village and the stifling expectations of their lineage could not reach them.
"You are so strong," she murmured, her hands tightening over his on her belly. "Your father... he had strength, but yours... it feels different. It feels... predatory."
Fuyu did not answer with words. Instead, he tightened his embrace once more, his arms subjugating her breath as he crushed her bare back against his chest. Nula let out a long, languid moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pleasure became almost unbearable. The visceral connection was so absolute that she could feel the thrumming of his own arousal against her, a lithic testament to the fire she had stoked.
"Oh gods... Fuyu..." she gasped, her body arching into his. "I shouldn’t... we shouldn’t..."
But even as she spoke the words of denial, her actions told a different story. She shifted her weight, grinding her rear into his lap in an involuntary seeking of friction. The friction ignited a conflagration within her, a heat so intense that it felt as though she were being consumed from the inside out. The wetness between her legs had become a torrent, and she knew that if she did not stop now, there would be no returning to the woman she was before this night.
And yet, as Fuyu’s hands began to roam, moving from her stomach to the supple underside of her breasts, Nula found that she no longer had the will to resist. The shackles of her motherhood had been replaced by the chains of a far more potent desire. She was no longer just Nula, the mother; she was Nula, the woman, captured in the sinewy grip of a man who looked at her with an insatiable hunger.
"Tonight," she whispered into the dark, her voice thick with libidinous intent, "there is no world outside this hut. There is only you... and me.