After a rainy night, Kaida's home is greeted by a relatively cool and sunny morning. The kind of morning where the air feels washed clean, where every leaf and stone seems to glisten with renewed life. Inside the carved cave dwelling, two figures sleep intertwined, their breathing synchronized in the gentle rhythm of slumber.
The sunlight streams through the window, falling across Firion's face, warming his eyelids. His eyes twitch from the slight discomfort, the brightness penetrating even through his closed lids. The elf's head is nestled rather cozily in Kaida's bosom—a position he has grown embarrassingly accustomed to over these past months—but the stinging sensation in his eyes really irritated him!
He slowly got up and grumbled, "Even though I cannot even see right now, these eyes still cause me discomfort!" He growled in a low voice, careful not to wake the sleeping maiden beside him.
He walked over to a wash basin filled with cool water, the stone floor cold against his bare feet. He lightly splashed some onto his face, the water shocking his skin awake. But as Firion took a cloth to wipe himself, he noticed something! It took a while for them to focus, but he could see the blue cloth—not just a vague shape or shadow, but actual color, actual form!
When it hit him, he dropped the rag and looked outside. For the first time since nearly dying, he could see the world again!
"I don't understand...why did the gods allow for my vision to be restored? I thought they only cared for my suffering." He spoke to himself, his voice barely a whisper.
His eyes were still adjusting, but he was shocked at how vibrant and bright everything seemed. Kaida's home was a carved, cave dwelling overlooking a shallow creek that sparkled like liquid silver in the morning light. There was a rather large garden next to the home, filled with rows of vegetables and herbs, and various living utensils scattered about—a wooden bucket here, a clay pot there.
Then came the next question, one that made his heart clench with uncertainty: what did Kaida look like? Before, he couldn't see her. He had known her only through touch, through scent, through the warmth of her presence and the gentleness of her voice. But now that his vision was back, will he still hold her in the same regard?
She was still a demon. And while Firion is appreciative of everything she has done for him, he was still worried about lingering feelings of hate he might still have now that he can see her true form.
Kaida is an innocent girl, but demons were responsible for so much turmoil in my life—from the burning down of my village to the battles I have fought for over two centuries. Will I still have animosity even towards her? He thought with a worried expression.
"Firion? Are you outside?" He heard Kaida's voice, soft and melodious, and knew he would get his answer. So he closed his eyes, his heart pounding against his ribs.
He could hear the light footsteps coming behind him, padding softly against the earth. He sweated in anticipation, his palms growing clammy. "Good morning, Kaida. I have something to share with you." He said firmly, willing his voice to remain steady.
She stood behind him and got a little excited. "Good morning! What do you have to show me?" She asked, curiosity bubbling in her tone.
Very carefully, Firion turned around with his eyes closed. His heart thundered in his chest. And slowly, he opened them!
First, he was staring at two small feet, delicate and bare against the ground. Then his eyes slowly traveled up—past slim ankles, past shapely calves, past curved thighs barely hidden by the hem of her garment. His gaze continued its journey, drinking in every detail as if he had been starved of sight his entire life.
But he was left speechless when he finally saw her for the first time!
What he observed was not the demon he expected at all...instead, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on was standing before him.
"Wait...can you see me, Firion?" She asked anxiously, her hands clasped together nervously.
He was now looking her directly in the face. Her complexion was like porcelain, smooth and flawless, as if carved by the gods themselves. She had the deepest shade of blue eyes—eyes that contrasted sharply with her auburn hair, which fell in soft waves around her shoulders. And on the sides of her head were two sapphire horns, glittering in the morning light like precious gems.
All she was wearing was a revealing pink lingerie that barely cupped her soft mounds, the fabric stretched taut against her generous curves, leaving little to the imagination.
Looking at her, it was hard to believe that such a lovely creature would be out here by herself. Firion carefully placed his hand on the side of her face, his calloused fingers brushing against her impossibly soft skin. "Kaida, I can see again!" He revealed while warmly smiling, his eyes glistening with emotion.
The demon maiden had tears in her eyes. She responded with an affectionate hug, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. "I'm so glad for you, Firion! Maybe it was my milk that helped you!" She suggested, her voice muffled against his chest.
"That's right! I didn't think about it, but maybe your lactation helped heal my eyes last night!" He said as he carefully returned her embrace, his large arms wrapping around her smaller frame.
Kaida then paused, pulling back slightly. "Firion...I checked a while ago...I have a little bit left...do you want some more?" She asked while blushing, her cheeks turning the color of ripe apples.
Firion gulped and stared at her fruits—the generous swell of her breasts, barely contained by the flimsy pink fabric. "Are you okay with this sort of relationship, Kaida? Letting an old man like me feed on them?" He replied as he sat down on a rock, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.
But Kaida became more direct. She pulled his face toward her bosom with surprising strength. "If they help make you feel better, that is all the more reason, and..." But she stopped suddenly.
Firion ripped Kaida's bra, the delicate fabric tearing away like paper. And for the first time, he saw her big, puffy chest with two rosy-colored nipples that looked ripe and delicious. He groped and rubbed his face into them, inhaling her sweet scent—like almonds and honey and something uniquely *her*.
As he fondled her bosom, she petted his head while blushing. He looked back up at her, his eyes dark with want.
Next, he pulled Kaida closer and, wasting no time, pushed the entire areola into his mouth and sucked it aggressively!
The girl squealed and moaned as she felt the milk being drawn from her breast. Her body began to give in, her knees growing weak. Firion used his huge arm to tightly hold her up in an intimate position, supporting her weight as if she weighed nothing at all.
Taking his time, Firion suckled contently, nibbling her erected buds to release more milk. But as she was occupied, the elf looked down at her underwear with a clear intention in mind.
*("Kaida...I want all of you...")* He thought while affectionately kissing her nipples, making her blush.
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CHOP CHOP CHOP
"Awww...how tiresome!" Says a sweaty Firion after chopping wood. His muscles glistened with perspiration, his shirt discarded long ago and tucked into his belt.
CHOP
He decided to stay with Kaida permanently, much to her delight. Given that Aldenburg betrayed him and wanted him dead, there was no point in trying to go back. He felt content where he was—more than content, truly happy for the first time in centuries.
It's been several months since I started staying here. Thankfully, my wounds have healed, so Kaida and I have developed our own normal routine...or what you call normal...
He carried a large stack of logs into the home, his arms straining with the weight, and set them by the hearth. The air started getting chillier recently. It was autumn before; now winter was creeping in—he could feel it in the bite of the wind, see it in the way the leaves had all but fallen from the trees.
He took his sweaty shirt off for Kaida to wash later and quickly felt a chill run down his spine.
Hmmm...it sure is cold out today...I wonder what Kaida is making for dinner...
Suddenly, the red-haired maiden appeared through the door with a large basket full of vegetables, her cheeks flushed from the cold.
"Oh! You remembered we were running low on firewood; thank you for chopping some more, Firion!" She said while smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Also, my garden had so many ripe squash today~! So we're having a winter soup tonight!"
Firion smiled warmly. "I am always glad to help you take care of me." He said somberly, his voice thick with gratitude.
Having no family or friends now, the demon girl was all the elf had left. And she could pick up on this affection—her horns sensing the depth of his emotion.
She hugged him from behind as he put some wood into the hearth, catching him off-guard! Her small arms wrapped around his broad torso, her cheek pressed against his back.
"No. Thank *you*, Firion, for staying with me! I have Misha, but having someone to talk to is a really nice thing to enjoy." She told him while blushing.
She always goes out of her way to make me smile. Firion was lost in his thoughts until he felt two small wet spots on his back where Kaida was hugging him.
She stepped back and saw that the previous issue had come back! "Again?" She pouted, looking down at her chest.
Unfortunately, her yellow silk top was going to need to be washed too, so she took it off to reveal her lactating nipples that were dripping heavily, beads of milk trailing down her skin.
"Don't fret over it, Kaida. I will suck your breasts in a second...this is our normal." He said while leering at her fruits, his mouth watering.
While her face became aroused and red, she was actually excited about the elf sucking on her raw breasts. But for some reason, she felt like something was still missing in their relationship—a deeper connection she couldn't quite name.
Next, the two were sitting on the bed as Firion firmly massaged Kaida's chest to loosen her milk up! She was still blushing and felt the elf groping her large bosom forcefully.
She started breathing hard as he started pulling her nipples and twisting them, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger.
Does she have to become aroused so much? My dick feels like it's gonna explode every time she looks at me this way! So badly, Kaida...do I want to show you how much I want you!
The reality is that he had fallen in love with the wholesome demon—completely, utterly, hopelessly in love.
Kaida...you wouldn't be able to fathom what I desire from you. If you became mine, I would rip all of your clothes and plunge my cock into your pussy and pound you nonstop and suck these beautiful mounds while I pump your uterus with my semen.
He thought carefully, his imagination running wild with images of her beneath him, above him, around him.
She notices and senses his discomfort. "Firion...are you okay?" She asked in a concerned tone, stroking his face with her delicate fingers.
"I'm...fine...Kaida, it's something I am not ready to discuss yet. I'm sorry, please understand." He said in a flat tone, though his heart screamed to tell her everything.
He lightly caressed her face and then traced his hand over her exposed belly, making her blush harder. Firion was also constantly fantasizing about her pregnant—her belly round with his child, her breasts swollen with milk for their baby.
His love for Kaida had grown to the point where he desired to have a baby with her, regardless of who she is. Demon or not, she was his salvation, his light, his everything.
He knew she was worried about him but felt insecure about their relationship. He loved the dynamics he and Kaida already had, but if he confessed to her, what would come next? The fear clouded him—fear of rejection, fear of losing what they had.
But one thing he knew for sure: he was looking forward to some milk after chopping all that wood.
When they were ready, Firion positioned his head on Kaida's lap, and she positioned her breasts directly above his mouth as she elevated his head with her arm.
Still rubbing her bosom, he traced his thumb over her nipple, kneading it back and forth, causing her to moan softly.
Then came the part Kaida was most excited for. Whenever Firion latches on, he pulls her nipple towards his throat, and this sensation causes moisture in her undergarments—something she has kept a secret, even from herself.
She exhales while blushing hard, and from there she sits and strokes Firion's hair as he intimately drains her breasts. Her fingers card through his dark locks, untangling the knots with gentle patience.
From his point of view, he makes eye contact with her as they gaze affectionately at each other. Her blue eyes, deep as the ocean, shimmer with unwashed tears of joy.
"Soon, Kaida...soon..." Firion closed his eyes and snuggled in Kaida's arms as he suckled with uncertainty, his heart heavy with unspoken words.
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Over the course of half a year, Firion and Kaida have settled into a routine of helping each other with their living arrangements. Kaida handles the cooking—her vegetarian stews and fresh-baked breads filling the home with mouth-watering aromas—while Firion helps by doing physical work around the home, chopping wood, repairing the cave walls, tending to the heavier garden chores.
Misha became much more affectionate around the elf, occasionally nuzzling him with her massive head, demanding scratches behind her ears. But she has also been leaving the home more often to go into the wilderness, something he noticed but didn't question. Perhaps the wolf sensed that her mistress was no longer alone.
Another development in their relationship is that Kaida and Firion share the bed now, but not out of intimacy—rather familiarity, at least as far as each other knows.
Since Firion was no longer injured, he offered Kaida her bed back in exchange for the floor himself. But that didn't sit with her. The bed was big, she insisted, big enough for both of them. So she insisted they just share it.
Never in my life have I met someone who just boldly shares her bed with a man like me and lets me nurse on her beautiful breasts...never have I felt such warmth, such affection.
This is what allowed for an elf like Firion to trust a demon like Kaida. Even though her kind destroyed his native village, the trust they built over time—and how sincere her desire was to help—is what finally got through to him.
Then there was the other mutual link: the delicate maiden allowing the middle-aged elf to feed from her chest, and in return providing him with additional nutrition while he indulges in this considerate feast.
However, Firion has been fighting his own horrible monster as a result. Kaida's nature as a demon doesn't bother him in the slightest anymore. He is now deeply in love with the daughter of the blue horns.
They share a bed. They share meals. They share words. They share each other's time. For an elf who lived for over four centuries like Firion, for the first time, he felt like he had a wife—even more so than he ever did with Isa.
So badly did he want to tell Kaida he loved her and wanted to be beside her forever. But would she understand his feelings? Her lack of knowledge worried him, and he did not want to push her away.
What the poor, foolish elf did not understand was that he was unaware of how much the blossoming maiden desired him too—something she could not find the words for.
Kaida, who suffered an isolated youth while taking her first steps into true maturity, felt a deep desire for the handsome elf. But what was that desire?
She hated loneliness. Despite having Misha, the wolf was not always by her side, and she missed having conversations with her mother when she was alive.
Since Firion entered her life, her fears and worries have vanished. Now she has someone to talk to, someone to garden with, someone to share meals with, someone she could relate to for the first time.
But her relationship with him was far different than that of her mother. Instead, he was a tall, muscular man with a magnificent chest that shone in the sun, especially when covered in sweat!
Kaida would then feel that burning moisture between her legs! So badly did she want something—to the point that she had to suppress the pain! But how could she answer this discomfort?
Every time she looked at him half-naked, she felt a shocking sensation between her legs. Could Firion cure that pain? Is a man meant to fix this feeling?
There were so many things that Kaida wanted to ask him, but something stopped her each time.
For some reason, she would become too embarrassed to talk about her problem and would just feign ignorance.
But the elf would eventually figure out over time what the girl was truly hiding deep down. And this discovery would forever intertwine their futures together—a relationship of convenience that would flourish into a healthy romance, which would in turn create a new bloodline.