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It's only been six days since we first kidnapped the princess of Alexandria, but it feels like it's been half a lifetime. In that time, I met Vivi, I met Rusty - er, Steiner - I got to know the princess a little bit better, and I reconnected with my old friend Freya Crescent. She and I have a bit of history, but the long and short of it is that three years ago she and I embarked on a journey together that lasted for about a year. That year was a transformative experience for me, and it almost feels sort of surreal to be back out in the wilderness with her again. It really feels just like those days... well, except for the aforementioned trio who are coming along with us this time. Our starting point is Alexandria, and our destination is Lindblum. Alexandria is no longer safe for Garnet - well, I guess I should call her Dagger actually. Point is, it's not safe for her because her mother issued a death warrant against her (long story), so we're taking her to Lindblum for safekeeping.
"Zidane," Freya called out to me. My head whipped around to see her staring off at the horizon.
"Yeah?" I responded. That's me: Zidane Tribal, brigand, 16 years old. I've got a tail and I don't know where I came from, or where I belong.
"You see the sun setting? We should make camp." Her tone was the same as it ever was: dry, monotone, but polite - she didn't sound uninterested, she just sounded like she wasn't using any more energy than she absolutely needed to. She's a real survivalist in that regard, conserving her energy until she needs it. I looked out where she was looking - we were in the woods so it was kind of hard to see from here, but if I looked in the right place and squinted, I could see the light of the sun cool from a blinding white to a deep amber, and I could see it start to kiss the horizon as it slowly dipped behind what I could see of the mountains.
"You're right," I said. "Rusty! You still got the stuff?" I called out.
"If by 'stuff' you mean 'camping equipment,' then yes," The knight responded gruffly from ahead. He made a point of keeping ahead of the rest of the group, with Dagger by his side. He's very overprotective of her, if you ask me. But I guess that's just how royal guards are.
"Alright, well you heard Freya. Let's make camp. Know where we can find a clearing?"
"I can check," Freya said. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and drew out her polearm, plunging it into the ground in front of her. I could tell she was gonna jump already, but I don't just mean a normal jump. Burmecians are digitigrade, and their legs are uniquely evolved in such a way that, with intense training, they can-
Whoosh! She was gone in an instant. I looked up and saw her way up in the sky. That's the jumping technique of a Burmecian Dragoon, alright. It still impresses me every time.
"Stay back, everybody," I said, ushering everyone away from where Freya landed. All of them - Vivi, Dagger, even Steiner - had their eyes fixated on Freya the whole time. I guess none of them have ever seen her do this before.
She plunged her lance into the ground as she landed, kicking up a storm of dead leaves and cracking the bedrock of the earth itself (okay, maybe that was a bit hyperbolic). "Northwest, about 30-50 meters," She said without skipping a beat, and immediately set off in that direction.
Vivi's eyes glimmered. "That was amazing!"
"Hold on!" Dagger blurted. "You can do that?!"
Freya stopped, turning to look at her. "Yes."
"How?!"
"It's a technique customary of the Dragoons of Burmecia. I learned in in the military academy."
"You were in the army...?"
"I will be happy to discuss my history with you once we've set up camp, your majesty."
She set off again, and so we all followed her. Sure enough, about 30-50 meters later, we found a clearing suitable for setting up camp.
"Hmph," Steiner grumbled. "It's a shame we had to go northwest, since our target is southeast from here."
"It's not the end of the world you big crybaby," I teased him, a grin on my face. I like fucking with this guy - he's easy to get a rise out of, and it's entertaining when he does. Plus, he just pisses me off with his uppity attitude.
"That's enough out of you!" Steiner barked. "As I recall, I'm the one responsible for setting up the tents. You would do well to treat me with respect."
"Hand me your canteens," Freya suddenly interrupted, carrying a wicker basket in her right hand. "I saw what looked like a freshwater stream just north of here when I jumped earlier. I'll get water to drink and fish to eat."
"Can I come with?" I asked. "It'll be just like old times!"
Freya smiled. "Sure. You can carry half the canteens, then."
I internally groaned at the idea of lugging all that water weight back to camp, but whatever. I didn't mind enough to change my mind, or anything.
"Alright, deal!"
"Don't get yourselves hurt, now," Dagger called out as we left. I turned around to give her a thumbs up and a wink as we went on our way. After a short while, Freya glanced at me and began to speak.
"So... you like her?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Huh?!" I stammered, my face flushing.
"The princess. Garnet, or Dagger or whatever. Do you like her?" Freya asked, stopping with me.
"...I mean, do you just mean like, or like, like like?"
"I'm asking if you have a crush on her," Freya said. It was kind of uncharacteristic of her to use that kind of juvenile language, but she didn't seem embarrassed by it or anything... I guess she was just using language I would understand. How thoughtful.
"I mean... uh... you know, I can be honest with you, right?" I asked, and Freya nodded. "Well... I guess I would say I do. I don't really know her that well since we only met six days ago, but I think she's cute. I'm not really expecting it to blossom into a lifelong romance or anything, I don't even really get the vibe that she likes me."
"Really..." Freya trailed off, seeming to ponder something on her own for a second.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, you're cute too. So I think you'd make a good match."
"I'm cute, huh? What's that supposed to mean?" I teased. It was kind of surprising to hear her call me cute of all things, but I decided to play along with it. I guess she's still talking to me on my level, although she'd never done this kind of thing before. She was five years my senior but she never spoke to me like I was a child.
"I meant what I said. Come on, let's keep heading for the stream," she insisted, brushing the topic aside. I figured that if she could shrug it off in an instant like that, then I should be able to too; and so, I did. It wasn't a long walk from here to the stream, and as we arrived at the river bank, she set down her share of the canteens to her left, next to me, and the wicker basket on her right.
"Alright," she began, leaning her spear against a tree. "I'm going to stand in the river and use my lance to hunt for fish. You fill the canteens at the same time. Wait for me here until I'm done, alright?"
"Sure thing," I said. This really was just like old days - granted, I was a kid back then, so it made a lot of sense for her to do most of the work while I did the menial chores. As for right now, I guess she figures she's better suited to hunt fish what with that polearm and all.
Freya first took off her hat, setting it on a tree stump. Then she unbuckled the belts that strapped her pauldrons to her shoulders, and with them the crest that adorned her chest. She set them on the ground gently before unbuttoning and folding up her coat, revealing the white button-up she'd always worn underneath. This isn't the first time I've seen Freya without all those layers, but it's still kind of surprising to see her without all that on because... well... her bust is a little more ample than you would expect from seeing her in all that getup. Hehe, man I'm such a bastard! Anyway, the last bit of clothing she removed was her leather gaiters, folding them up and setting them by the rest of her stuff. Finally, she rolled up her pant legs, grabbed her spear in her left hand and the basket in her right hand, and waded out into the water. I was so fixated on her that whole time that I hadn't even started filling up the canteens yet... did she notice me? Nah, she would've said something... still, it was a risky play on my part. Should've been more careful.
Anyway, I filled up the canteens pretty quickly, and decided to take the opportunity to down a few swigs of water to hydrate my drying throat. I also looked out at Freya in the river - her eyes narrowed as she focused her gaze on the water. She laid in wait, completely still, her lance at the ready... and then, suddenly, her eyes darted to the left, and she plunged her spear into the water... jackpot! She raised her weapon from the river to reveal a fish impaled on it, still flapping weakly before it died of its injuries. Score! She did this for a little while until she had ten fish - one for each of us to eat tonight, and one for each of us to eat breakfast tomorrow. Smart.
Freya returned to the river bank, setting the basket and the spear down on the ground. She motioned for me to hand her the canteen I'd been drinking from, and so I did. She chugged the rest of it down quickly, and lowered it into the river to refill it herself.
"Great work out there!" I complimented her, giving her a big smile.
"Thanks," she said. "Man. I gotta take a piss."
"Me too," I said, suddenly remembering how much water I drank. I stood up and started unbuckling my belt. To my surprise, Freya did the same, although her pants were different, they didn't need a belt and- you know, actually, that's not important. What's important is what happened next. I know I shouldn't have been watching, but I couldn't help but peek over as she tucked her thumbs under the waist of her pants and pulled them down to reveal...
...wow...
She had a dick. A big one. A really big one. Bigger than mine. It was long and thick, heavy enough that Freya had to use her hand to hold it steady as piss streamed out of it. I looked back down at my own - it was about 8 inches, a size I had been proud of until now, but looking back at Freya's it was clear that hers was about twice the size of mine. Her balls also put mine to shame - they were the size of baseballs, and hung low from the base of her dick, about a third of the way to her knees. I guess this is also where I learned that Burmecians can also grow pubes... all sorts of questions raced through my mind: What? How does she have a dick?! How is it so big?! She's a girl, isn't she? How does she hide that thing?! Oh, well, I guess that's why she wears baggy pants and a big coat, huh... man, what's going on? Is this normal for Burmecians? Am I dreaming?!
I noticed I had been staring for way too long, but as far as I could tell Freya didn't notice. I guess she, unlike me, had the decency not to look over at someone while they're pissing, huh... I tried looking straight ahead but my eyes just keep darting back to Freya's... thing. It was entrancing... b-but not because of, like, gay reasons or anything. I mean, I guess it wouldn't be gay, since Freya's still a girl, but... you get what I mean! I'm a womanizer, when I flirt with women it's because I want to fuck them! Not the other way around!
I finished up before Freya did, and had buckled my belt up again by the time the stream of Freya's piss had been reduced to a few droplets. She pulled up her pants, acting completely normally - and, I mean, I guess she should, right? For her, nothing's changed. She's always had a dick (I assume, anyway. Is it possible to gain one through magic or something...?), so it wouldn't be a big moment for her or anything. As far as she's concerned, her friend had to piss at the same time she did, and so we pissed together. Nothing weird about that... am I the problem here? Am I being weird about it? Acting normal seems like the right play here... I mean, this doesn't change anything about our friendship, it's just a thing I didn't know before... it's not like I signed up to be her friend under the pretense she didn't have a dick.
"Alright, let's head back," Freya said. I was so lost in thought I hadn't even noticed she had gotten dressed already.
"O-Oh, yeah for sure," I said, picking up three of the canteens. Freya had carried three on the way here, but since she was carrying the fish I figured it would be fair if I carried three and she carried two on the way back.
On the way out to the stream I was dreading the way back, since the filled canteens would be so much heavier than the empty ones. But now, the weight doesn't bother me - my mind is too fixated on Freya's thing to worry about anything else... at this point, I'm really worried I'm being weird about it. I mean, sure, being surprised about it is one thing, but I'm starting to realize that it's definitely not normal to be thinking about it this much after the fact... why is the image of it still lingering in my brain?
"We're here," Freya said. I hadn't even noticed how quiet the walk back had been until now, but sure enough Freya was right. Steiner had pitched the tents (haha) while we were away, and Vivi had started a fire with his magic.
"Freya, Zidane!" Dagger called out to us. Steiner looked our way.
"Ah, you're back," he said. "We're almost set up for the night. You remember our sleeping arrangements, correct?" he asked as he narrowed his gaze on me.
"Yeah yeah, I remember," I sighed, gesturing at myself and Freya. "We sleep in one tent, you three sleep in the other."
"Good. Then it should be smooth sailing from now until bedtime. Freya, hand me that basket of fish, I'll handle cooking it."
"Sure, thank you," Freya said, handing the basket off to Steiner. I started to feel kinda guilty for not really carrying my weight in this whole camping operation, which didn't help with the guilt that was already weighing on me about staring at Freya's dick. But I stopped worrying about all that when I suddenly remembered - I'm going to be sleeping with Freya tonight! Er, not like that, like, I'm gonna be in the same tent as her! That's... I mean, it's nothing unusual. I've done it before, after all, but back then I didn't know about... that... oh, man, I should really just be cool about this. Nothing's changed about Freya, so nothing should be different from before.
...hopefully it'll be that easy.
It's not that easy. It's not that easy at all.
Everyone else is asleep, Freya included. It's just me laying awake, occasionally glancing over at Freya's crotch as she sleeps. God... what's wrong with me?! I've acted like a pervert before and felt no shame, but now that it's Freya it feels like I'm walking on eggshells in my own head!!! Ugh... I know all of this is in my head, I know I'm the only one making it weird, but knowing that doesn't help at all! I still feel weird about this whole thing...
I glanced over at her again. She wasn't dressed in her usual attire, now she was dressed in a white tanktop and some baggy grey sweatpants. I was trying to see if I could make it out, the outline of her dick... her bulge, I guess you could call it. I hadn't had seen anything up until now, the pants were just too baggy (which I guess is on purpose). But now... something's different. Freya's breaths started to get a little shallower, her face started to flush a little, and in her pants, I could see it start to stiffen... she must be having a dream. I was laying to her left, and as her cock hardened in her pants, I could see that it was pointing towards me... how many times has this happened? How many nights had I slept in the same tent as her, and how many times had I not noticed that fat fucking monster bulging out of her pants?
It was then that I started to notice how my own face felt warm, and looking down at my crotch I could see my dick was fully firm, pitching a tent in my underwear. How ironic.
"Fuck, man..." I muttered under my breath. This was a low point for me - the great, manly womanizer Zidane Tribal, getting hard just seeing the outline of a woman's penis. The troupe would never let me forget this if I ever told them about it... not like I ever would, of course. I'm taking this to the grave. I glanced back over at Freya's bulge; it was even more defined now, I could see it twitching in her pants. This time, though, I couldn't look away... I was entranced by it. It made me feel warm... hot, even... maybe I should take a peek...
No! That's over the line! No way in hell can I do that! If I do that, it'll definitely wake up Freya, and she'll think I'm a freak and tell everyone about it, and then my life will be ruined! Although... she is a heavy sleeper, isn't she? I mean, I remember one time when we were traveling together, I stretched as I woke up and accidentally hit her in the face, and she didn't even know it happened until I told her about it later that day... if she didn't notice that, she wouldn't notice if I just took a look, would she...?
Well I didn't exactly give myself a lot of time to deliberate on it. As if compelled to move by the guiding hand of instinct itself, I got up and crouched over Freya's sleeping body, my face near her crotch. I could see it... I could smell it, but only faintly... I was nervous, but I was absolutely compelled - I had to see it again, even if it cost me my life. I slipped my index fingers under Freya's pants and underwear, and started to pull them down... slowly revealing the length of the shaft...
Sproing! As I pulled her pants down, her dick sprung up and hit me in the face. It hurt a little, and reminded me that my face was way too close, but what really struck me (besides her dick itself, obviously) was the warm, slimy fluid I felt dripping down my face between my left eye and my nose. I felt the area with my right hand and took a look at it - a thin, transparent substance glimmered on my index and middle fingers, a string of the fluid formed between them. I smelled it - it smelled like nothing.
"I really shouldn't do this..." I muttered to myself, but of nothing would stop me at this point. I stuck my fingers in my mouth, running my tongue between them, coating it with the liquid from Freya's dick... it was salty and mildly unpleasant, but I swallowed it anyway. I can't believe what I'd just done... but I didn't have time to dwell on that, because as soon as I looked down, I saw it in all its glory. No... not all of it. It was difficult to believe, but this - this huge mass of meat that dwarfed my own - was not even at full mast. It was still semi-soft. I could hardly believe it - my dick was throbbing at this point, my heart was racing, my face was hot to the touch. I felt... emasculated, but... the strangest part was I didn't hate it... I don't understand... what has become of the great Zidane Tribal? Since when am I a nervous wreck like this? Since when do I swallow another person's precum? This isn't manly of me at all... but... I can't stop myself...
I reached out to her dick, my hands shaking, and I grabbed her shaft with my right hand. In my left hand, I cupped one of her balls... they were so big... god, it was all so big! It still feels surreal... it looks even bigger up close... wait, no... that's... it's getting harder! My touch must have aroused her, even if she's unconscious! Well... if she's aroused, that means this is fine, right...? N-No, what's wrong with me... assumed consent? Even I know that's a big no-no... I really really shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong on so many levels, but...
I leaned my head forward. This is a mistake, what am I doing?! I didn't even like the taste of the precum I tried... it was salty and gross... but... I still can't help myself from leaning in and getting another taste... this is a huge mistake... why am I doing this...? But before I could question it any further, I pressed my lips to the tip of her cock. It twitched again, oozing more precum directly into my mouth. It was still salty and gross... there was more of it, too, so the disgusting taste was even more pungent than before, but I still lapped it up like a thirsty dog. I'm so fucking pathetic... what is wrong with me?
It was then that I felt a hand grab me by my ponytail. There was a split second there where I panicked, where I thought it was over - but that didn't last long. The hand gripped my hair tight and forced my head down, pushing the tip of Freya's dick directly into my mouth. What?! Huh?! What's going on?!
"Heh..." I heard a woman's familiar deep voice chuckle groggily. My eyes darted up - sure enough, Freya was awake, sitting up now. It was her hand that had grabbed my hair. "I knew you were staring at it by the river earlier. You pervert."
I tried to pull off of her dick, just so I could speak to her for a moment, but she tightened her grip on my hair and forced my head down on it again.
"Oh no no no! You're not getting out of this. Listen, kid, you're a pervert, but I'm a bigger pervert than you. I've been looking forward to this for a while."
For a while...? What did she mean? Lucky for me, I didn't have to wait long to find out... unlucky for me, she forced her dick further in my mouth as she spoke.
"Ever since we met back up in Lindblum before... you wouldn't believe my surprise when I found out the kid I traveled with grew up into such a breedable twink. I've been spending night after night since then thinking about all the ways I want to defile you, but now you've given me an excuse to go for it. You're mine now," she bragged, giving me a moment of reprieve by pulling my head off her dick, still gripping my hair. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"F-Freya," I coughed. "I-I... I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? You're sorry, are you? Well, I know how you can make it up to me..." she teased, sitting up on her knees and pushing her dick against my face. "You can get it wet so I can fuck you properly."
"F-Fuck me properly? You don't mean..."
"I mean it. Start sucking now, before I make you."
Is she serious...?! I looked up at her, seeing a cold- no, not cold. A domineering gaze in her eyes. She means it. Well... I guess I should play along, then...
So I complied. I took the base of her dick in my hand, the smell overwhelming my mind. It was the moist, wet, sweaty smell of a dick that clearly needed a washing... I guess all that traveling didn't exactly leave her time to clean it up. I guess this is my job now... fine, I'll do it...
I started on the underside of her shaft, where her cock and her ballsack met. I placed my tongue their and licked aaaaaaaaallll the way up the shaft until I reached the very tip of it. Freya let out a growl during this, an animalistic noise I'd never heard her make before. I guess I was doing it right, then... I kissed the tip of her dick again, and wrapped my lips around it. It was pretty thick, I had to seriously struggle to fit my jaw around the whole thing, but I made it work. She put her hand on the top of my head and used it support me, slowly and gently pushing my head further along her length, more and more of it filling my mouth until her tip hit the back of my throat.
"Mmh..." I tried to signal to her that it couldn't go any further, but she just grinned and kept forcing it down into my gullet. She's lucky I never had a gag reflex, or else I definitely would've thrown up on her dick...
"Wow, look at that! You managed to throat half of it!" She cheered." That should be enough for now, but don't worry - I'll definitely fuck your throat later."
She let me go, and I coughed again as soon as she pulled it out. It was dripping wet with my glistening spit now... gross.
"Man... it's really big..." I said. She seemed pretty pleased with me for saying this, giving me a wide smile.
"Isn't it? I'm glad you like it. I hope you like it even more when I ram it against your prostate."
Prostate? What's that? I didn't have time to even ask my question because as soon as she was done speaking, she grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over. Then, with her right hand she grabbed my tail, and with her left hand she pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my bare bottom.
"W-Wait! G-Give me a second, I-I'm not prepared!!" I pleaded. This was all moving too fast for me, but seemed to do nothing to slow Freya down. She prodded my asshole with the tip of her cock, sending a shiver through my body. It felt wet and warm and... weird, just weird, unlike anything else I've experienced, especially down there...
"No. I've waited for long enough, you little tease. Your ass is MINE now!" She declared. She held the base of her dick steady with her left hand and pulled my tail closer to her, pulling my ass onto her dick in the process.
"Ugh... agh!! F-Freya!!" I groaned. Her dick stretched out my ass farther than it ever had before, but it hurt. It felt like it was going to tear open at any moment, but whenever I thought I'd reached my breaking point it just kept going further and further... it felt like my insides were being bruised, but she hadn't even done anything super rough yet...
"Oh, fuck," Freya groaned, throwing her head back. "God, this is the ass of a teenage virgin alright. You're even tighter than I thought, I'm the luckiest girl alive~"
With her dick firmly lodged in place, she moved her hands now to my waist. This is it...
SLAM!!! In a single thrust she forced all of her length inside me.
"AAUGH!!" I gasped, louder than I would've liked. This time it wasn't just pain, though - well, it was pain, but it was also something else. I... I'm struggling to describe it. It was like she hit a button that sent a quiver through my whole body and made my dick squirt. Was that the "prostate" she mentioned earlier? I didn't realize there was something like that inside me all this time... Freya growled again, this time deeper and louder, like the growl of a feral animal that didn't trust you... but I understood it now, it was a primal growl. She was awakening her inner animal instinct, the base instinct that guides all life: the need to procreate.
Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! She started thrusting back and forth now, the sound of her balls slapping against the skin of my thighs reverberating throughout the tent. Like a piston she thrust back and forth, in and out, each time slamming against my prostate and sending a cascade of pleasure throughout my body. The pain melted away, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. The only thoughts running through my mind were coming from the bottom of my heart, unfiltered by logic or reason or any inhibitions whatsoever: Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
After a few minutes I started to feel overstimulated. We were both drenched in sweat, but she showed no signs of slowing down. "Ah... ahn... mngh... fuck..." She gasped, not even having the clairty of mind to talk down to me anymore. She was breeding me like an animal in heat and enjoying every second of it, but I felt like my insides were being bruised and my prostate was being abused. When I felt her speed up, I noticed I could feel her dick pulsing inside me - my insides were wrapped tightly around her dick as if trying to milk it, and I could feel every pulse and twitch of her shaft. Something big was coming...
"Fuck... Fuck!! God!! Fuck!!! I'm cumming!! Get pregnant you fucking whore!!!" she shouted, thrusting all the way into me one last time. Her balls rested against my thighs and I could feel them twitching and churning as they pushed her semen up through her sack, through her shaft, up to the tip, and out her urethra directly into my stomach.
"Aaaughnnn..." I groaned, the sensation of being filled with semen feeling... strange. I felt like I was just being used as a fucktoy, a cumdump... I guess that's how she felt too, huh...
After a solid minute(!!!) of dumping her semen into me, Freya let out a long sigh. Slowly, she pulled her length out from inside my body, letting flop down between her legs. I fell to the ground - I couldn't take any more. I was a shaking, quivering mess, and I could feel her cum leaking out of my ass and onto the floor.
"Almost done," she said with a smile. Almost?! I can't do this anymore right now, I'm exhausted... but I didn't even have the energy to communicate that to her right now. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up from the ground. "Clean it," she commanded, slapping her floppy, wet dick on my face. It was covered in my own anal juice and Freya's semen... I didn't have the energy to fight back, so I relented and weakly licked it as clean as I could. It tasted awful, but even though I was tired my body was still compelling me to lick it all up and swallow it, just as it had when I tasted her precum and started this whole mess in the first place...
Freya giggled. "Good boy~" she said, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. "You know, I was worried I would never get my shot with you. I thought you had your heart set on Dagger. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it~?"
Dagger... I'd completely forgotten about her. I... I guess Freya's right. After this experience there's no way I could pursue Dagger any further. I had been emasculated to my core, treated like a woman - by a woman, no less! It was over for me. I didn't know what was going to happen to me next, but it wasn't going to look like anything that had happened to me before.
"...yeah. You're right," I said.
"...so, did you like it?" she asked. Her demeanor had completely shifted - she had gone from an overwhelming, domineering presence that asked for forgiveness instead of permission to her usual self - kind, quiet, reserved... well, she was less formal now, at least.
"...y-yeah," I admitted. It was hard to deny. It was a shocking experience, and it hurt, but... I definitely liked it, and on an instinctual level I understood this. Pretending I didn't would be useless and dishonest. I just have to sort out why I liked it, I guess... but that can wait for tomorrow. "...so, what now?" I asked.
"Hmmm... I suppose that's up to you," Freya said. "But, between you and me, I don't think there's any reality where we both move on in our lives and forget about this. This feels like a paradigm shift. Do you agree?"
I sighed. "Yeah... you're right. Uhm... d-does this make us... y-y-y'know..."
"What? Boyfriend-girlfriend?" Freya giggled. My face flushed red.
"I-I mean, yeah! I-It's a reasonable question after... that, isn't it?"
Freya smiled and me, leaning forward and caressing my cheek with her hand.
"Zidane, I like you. You're cute and you're funny, and clearly you make a good bedpartner. So I'm open to it, absolutely. But I think this needs a little bit more time to settle before we make any definitive calls like that. Maybe in a day or two after we've both had some time to think about it, alright?"
I nodded. "...okay, that's fine with me."
My heart of hearts was telling me to bind myself to her. I felt like I had completely melted as a person and been reshaped by her from the ground up. In that moment, I felt like she was my everything. But... she was right. We should sleep on it, give us some time to ruminate on it. But, to be perfectly honest, I don't think this feeling is going anywhere... I think I'm in love.