Nightmare

"Where is the Duskwolf?" Jake asked, panting heavily.

"Dead," Eiltris answered coldly, her voice echoing throughout the clearing as she pointed her bow at him. "You look hurt."

He raised his arm to show her his bloodied torso. "Just a scratch."

"We should take you back to Ludron."

Jake glanced at his surroundings. The sun was setting, and he could feel the chill creeping into the air. "That'd be a huge help."

She lowered her bow. "I'm glad to hear it, but I'll heal you first."

"Thanks," he replied, lowering his arm as she approached.

When she reached his side, she cast a spell, emitting a green haze. "Does it hurt?"

"Not that much. Just kinda dizzy."

"You need something to wear," she said, looking back at him. "My cloak is the warmest thing I have, but I'd rather not walk around town exposed."

"That's not a problem. I can't ask you for more, anyway," Jake responded.

"You can wear my dress instead. It probably doesn't fit so just wrap it around yourself for some warmth."

"Huh. What?" Jake tilted his head. "Doesn't that leave you more exposed? I mean, you're wearing nothing underneath."

"Not really... I just want to hide my ears, and it's common for us elves to walk around nude. Anyway, come on." She urged him forward. "Let's hurry before we lose our way."

Jake stared at her body in awe as she began undressing, her cute nipples poking out of her cloak.

"She… She's an angel," he thought.

With his wounds healed and dressed in Eiltris' clothes—which fit surprisingly well as a scarf—he was ready to return back.

They walked slowly through the forest, listening carefully for any sign of trouble. Jake kept glancing at her, taking in her graceful movements. Despite knowing Alea and her perfect body, he couldn't help but stare as she moved.

"So, uh… how did you find me?" he asked after a few moments of silence. "And why were you in the middle of the forest?"

"Well, I've been tracking you since you left Ludron. As for how I found you, well, you're hard to miss."

"Oh? How so?"

"Your smell, especially when mixed with your sweat, is quite distinctive," she explained. "It's quite sweet-smelling actually."

"Ah, you're just like the Duskwolf then. You know, insane sense of smell," Jake mumbled, smiling faintly. "Wait, for how long have you been watching me?"

"I just arrived at you being strangled by the Duskwolf," she answered quickly. "A bit sad that I couldn't see you fight."

For some reason, Jake felt a sense of relief wash over him. It wouldn't have been the greatest second impression if she saw his unorthodox way of fighting.

"Anyway, I wasn't planning to let you die," she continued. "Arthur needs you."

"Me?" he asked in surprise. "Why?"

"I can't tell you yet," she said cryptically, looking back at him. "Just grow stronger for now. That should be your only purpose."

"Okay, sure," he muttered, thinking about what she had said. "I guess I should get to work on that."

The two of them finally reached the edge of the forest, where Jake caught sight of the town of Ludron in the distance.

"Wow, it's already nightfall," he gasped.

"Yeah, yeah... You can find your way back alone now, can't you?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so. I mean, I'm familiar with this area, so..."

"Good, then I'll meet you later," she said, dashing away in the blink of an eye.

Jake stared at her retreating figure until it vanished into the darkness.

"Wa-wait, I'll meet you later?!" he stuttered. "What could that mean—it can't mean that she wants to… No, she didn't come off with that intent; she probably just wanted her dress back. Besides, she's way out of my league right now."

He looked down at his erect cock, poking and throbbing against his pants.

"Sorry. You'll have to wait, little bro."

Returning back to Ludron was surprisingly easy once you had a residential stamp. Simply showing it to the guards was enough. Apparently, the rules weren't as strict as he had imagined.

Returning back to Alea's house, he noticed the lights were off.

"Alea?" he called out.

There was no response.

He crawled over the gate and peeked through the window.

"She was sleeping already? But it's barely turning dark."

He tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"Damn," he murmured, placing his hand on the latch. "Maybe I should wake her up?"

Suddenly a scream sounded from Alea's room.

"Aw shit! It must be a nightmare!" He rushed back to the window, noticing her body twitching violently on the bed.

"Alea!" He yelled, knocking on the window. "Wake up!"

He pounded on the glass frantically, but still, she was too far inside.

"Shit, this doesn't look like a nightmare at all. It's far worse," he muttered, shaking his head. "I've gotta calm her down somehow."

He ran to the front door and rammed it open with his body. It creaked loudly as he ran to her side.

"Alea, please stop! Calm down!" he said, holding her in his arms. "It's okay now."

With a final scream, she woke up, drenched in sweat.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

She merely gazed at him with a deadpan face.

"What's going on?"

Slowly her expression shifted to a smile of bloodlust.

"Ahhhhh... How naive of this girl," she moaned, which quickly turned into a wicked chuckle. "Aha. Ha, ha haaa."

"You… You aren't Alea, are you?" he gasped in horror. "Who are you?!"