Chapter 3

The alarm of my phone was extremely annoying because I was dreaming about Silvy. Desperately I tried to keep the memories of the amazing hot dream alive. Slowly I shook my head as I realized Silvy’s gorgeous body in my dream simply didn’t exist. Her fair skinned soft breasts; blessed with delicious hard pink nipples and the silky softness of her inner channel were mere creations of my imagination.

I sighed deeply, knowing I was about to spend four days with a beautiful Neutaria. I started to doubt whether it had been a clever decision to deprive myself of having fun with a real Bishojan woman for such a long time. My body craved for having sex and it seemed that the interactions I’ve had with all those stunning Neutarian was like oil on the fiery desire I had.

The shower was nice and with some frustration I managed to relieve some of my sexual tension, instantly realizing it wasn’t enough. Silvy’s smiling face popped into my mind, knowing I was going to miss her badly. Resolutely I turned off the taps. I knew I was procrastinating because of the fact that Mitta was Silvy’s mother. It was going to be a little awkward as I still had the hots for her as well. As I was drying myself, I couldn’t shake off the image of a pregnant Mitta, showing a big belly and heavy breasts. It was obvious my mind responded at the primal urge I was experiencing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

To my relief, there was nobody when I stepped into the large breakfast room. At least I just could concentrate at eating my breakfast, although I knew I had to limit my intake. Hiking on an overfull stomach was asking for trouble. A smile formed on my face as I saw the neatly packed food next to my plate. On top of it there was a little note, written in an immaculate yet elegant style.

I chastised myself for forgetting the imminent danger the Tarakonas were causing. I wondered if it was sensible to go for a hike, but I realized it actually didn’t make any difference if I would stay at the village. I knew for sure Mittanyariel would have vetoed our hike to the Dragan if she thought it would be too dangerous.

My appetite had vanished, but I forced myself to eat a light breakfast, because I knew I would regret it dearly if I didn’t. I had taken the last bite of my food, when I heard dainty footsteps approaching the dining area. I smiled when I was certain Cirin was trying to sneak up on me again.

I didn’t move and as soon as I had swallowed down the last of my breakfast I spoke clearly, “Good morning, Cirin.”

Her laugh was cheery. “Wow! You’re much more awake than yesterday.”

“I believe someone said I had to be extra vigilant, especially around those Neutarian creatures.”

She moved around the table and sat opposite me. She eyed the packaged food and said with a warm smile, “I guess Mittanyariel couldn’t resist packing some lunch for us.”

I handed her the note as I affirmed, “Indeed. She has gone the extra mile.”

I looked at Cirin’s face as she read the note, knowing exactly the moment she read the warning Mitta had given me. Her face hardened for a few moments but then her bright smile appeared again. As she handed the piece of paper back to me she said deadpan, “Right! Let’s go.”

The air was cool as we went on our hike towards the mountain, and I was pleased Cirin had started off on a decent pace. Soon my muscles warmed up, making the trip much more pleasurable.

“We’re not going too fast, are we?” she asked concerned when she turned around, walking backwards to see me.

I had deliberately slowed down a bit so I could study her body. It was the first time she had worn tight fitting shorts, revealing her muscled behind. Her legs were nicely toned, still having a little female softness. Now, as she was walking backwards, I had the chance to have a quick glance at her crotch. It confirmed my initial idea that Neutarian were sexless, which was rather confusing. How the hell was it possible that Mitta was Silvy’s mother?

“Paul? Are you okay?”

Shocked by her question I blurted, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just need to get into a rhythm a little more.”

“I’m sorry,” she said as she slowed down, “I usually take this trip on my own.”

That little piece of information was intriguing, and I happily jumped on that train and asked her, “You often go to the Dragan?”

That question had a totally different effect than I had anticipated. Several emotions flashed over her pretty face that I couldn’t directly place. Somewhat resolutely she turned around and continued the journey at a slower pace. She fidgeted with her hands as she demurely said, “I try to visit the Dragan every month. I have some friends who are working at the monastery.”

I knew she was hiding something, but I didn’t want to cause any discomfort right at the beginning of the hike. I decided to play along and said, “Hmm, I guess it might be challenging to keep that up, considering the job you have.”

“It does, actually.”

“Not every nerd is willing to join you on a hike,” I responded deadpan.

She laughed. “I believe you’re the first.”

“So you mostly are on your own?”

“Tawareniel sometimes has the time to join me. Do you ever climb any mountains on your planet?”

I smiled remembering the struggle I had suffered when I had decided to go on the Kilauea Iki Trail. I had never reached the crater of the volcano. “I have been on a volcano trail.”

“That sounds dangerous. I’ve heard that volcanoes spew molten rock.”

“Only the ones that are active.”

“Tell me more about your home world, Paul. Is it much different from Bishojo?”

“Definitely,” I said as I fell into step with her, “Our population is nearing the nine billion.”

“Oh wow,” she gushed, “It must be strange to be here. I mean we are the only ones on this road.”

I laughed. “There are still remote areas where you can be alone. Like our deserts.”

“Like a beach without water.”

I nodded, impressed by her sharp mind. “Especially the lack of any water makes such a place very hostile. You can’t survive it for a day if you don’t have enough water.”

She shuddered. “Sounds terrible.”

“There are better places to visit,” I assured her.

Mittanyariel stood with her arm crossed, waiting for the large lorry to arrive. She dreaded the fact that Talian guards were about to swamp the village. She knew it was a precursory measure but still it was quite disturbing for the guests.

With a shrieking noise the truck stopped right in front of her. One of the large creatures stepped out and bowed slightly towards her.

His course voice boomed, “We are here, to protect.”

She recognized the Talian guard and smiled as she responded, “Welcome, Pac.”

The large Talian straightened his back as he rumbled, “We are here to protect Ciriii.”

Mitta smiled as she loved the sweet way Pac pronounced Cirincendil’s name. “She is on her way to the monastery,” she said with a soothing tone, “she’s not in danger at the moment.”

Pac’s eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded, “You say so. We believe. For now.”

Mittanyariel’s hand trembled a little as she placed it on the bulging arm of the guard. “She will be fine.”

He gently laid his hand on hers as he nodded. “We will protect village.”

She copied his gesture and confirmed by saying, “You and your team will protect the village.”

They parted and as soon as Mittanyariel had stepped away the large wheels of the truck moved forward, blocking the main entrance of the small village.

The two suns were low on the horizon as I stepped into the cottage, constructed in a large cave in the mountain. Cirin had used her digital key to open the large sturdy door, which gave me a comfortable feeling for the coming night. It was clear that those Tarakonas had to make a lot of noise before they were able to get in. With great interest I checked the place out, immediately noticing there was only one bed in the far corner of the elongated room. There was a big sofa that I could use to sleep on, knowing it was going to be a tough night. It smelled a little musty, which gave the place a certain authenticity of being an old travel lodge. I was amazed when I saw Cirin opening a small cabinet, which had an array of switches.

As she flipped a few switches she said, “Let me get some fresh air into the cottage and then I’ll show you the lake.”

I heard the soft hum of the fan motor in the low ceiling, and I felt the pleasant air flow caressing my skin. I watched my sporty tour guide grabbing two big fluffy bath towels out of a large chest of drawers and as she threw one to me, she said upbeat, “You’re going to love it.”

I grabbed the towel out of the air, and I put my nose into the soft fabric, inhaling deeply as I loved the smell of freshly washed cotton. I followed the amazing Neutaria who happily skipped along a worn-down stone path which was across the road from the cottage. The pointy purple leaves of the scrubs at the side of the path were tickling my bare calves as I tried to keep up with her. I had to chuckle as I suddenly realized how happy I felt, being in this strange yet exciting situation with Cirin.