บท 908: Deathly Warning

Death was… warm. 

I could still feel her touch. Every receptor in my body still tingled, infinitely reliving the way it—she—felt against my skin, and that urge, that need… it felt more than just a desire more, or a deep craving to be quenched. This wasn't a succubus' allure.

Being here, and being with her, more than hunger, more than yearning… it felt like I just simply, well… belonged. 

"Restrain yourself, if you're able," I heard her say, a stream of different voices, familiar voices, ringing out their request as one. It took me a full second to realize she had vanished, or many I just hadn't noticed her move. I spotted her again just a little further ahead in the front yard, peering at me with many pairs of loving eyes. "Would you walk with me?" 

There was no feasible way for me to refuse her. Someone could've had me strung up, legs and feet crippled in all sorts of odd angles, and I'd still find a way to do as asked.