CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: DEEP CLEANSING

I still held her in my arms, feeling my shirt grow damp as she trembled inconsolably. I didn’t need to activate my ability to understand her feelings; feeling her this distraught and hearing every one of her words cut through my soul, making my heart ache.

"Do you hate me now? I... I’m dirty," she murmured with a broken voice, trying to pull away from my grip once more.

I held her more firmly, but gently. "You’re not dirty, Lira. You could never be. You’re the purest, cleanest thing I’ve ever known."

She insisted, her body tense. "Yes, I am. Those animals... they contaminated me."

"Don’t say that. You’re the cleanest, most beautiful thing that exists. You will never be dirty, believe me. You’re the happiest, prettiest, kindest person I’ve ever met."

No matter how many times I repeated it and tried to keep her from feeling that way, it was as if my words weren’t reaching her, making me feel more and more rage toward those damned animals.

"If you think you’re dirty, I’ll clean you," I said tenderly. The resurrection ability had reversed her physical damage; it was as if those horrible moments had never happened to her body, but the wound in her mind was still open. Although I had promised myself not to think only with my cock, at this moment, it was the most appropriate thing, I thought.

I held her face, looking into her eyes. "Did they touch you here?" I asked, kissing her forehead. "Did they hurt you here?" I murmured, kissing her cheek. "Did they force you here?" I asked again, brushing my lips against hers. "I’m going to mark every part of your body with my own essence, Lira. Every inch will be mine, and that’s how you’ll know you’re never dirty again."

I began to kiss her slowly, a gentle kiss that gradually became more intense. My hands roamed over her body, pausing on every place I imagined was desecrated, kissing and caressing very slowly, as if I was afraid of breaking the little bit of her sanity that remained. At first, it was like kissing an ice statue; her whole body was rigid, but little by little, I melted that ice.

Lira’s breathing became erratic, her temperature began to rise, until she started kissing me back. Her lips were delicious and tender, and her clumsiness was palpable as she occasionally bit my lips. Her hands reached for my neck, one stopping there, holding me, while the other continued to my cheek. The taste of salt reached my mouth; her tears were still falling. I activated my ability once more; I didn’t want to make a mistake.

[Hope / Fear / Shame]

Seeing that word made me feel hope as well, hope that I could get her out of this serious state, although I would need to use something a little more extreme. I remembered that the matriarch was still here; her house should be the most luxurious and clean. I couldn’t use this place, which was completely trashed and full of corpses. The impression I left on her was very important. I turned to look at the lizard and said:

"You, guide us to your dwelling."

The Sealakel stood up, trembling, and led us through the devastated village. Unlike the crude shacks of the others, her house was a solid structure, almost a small fortress.

"You, lizard, stay here and watch the door until I come out. If you want to run, you can try. I won’t stop you, hehe..."

The matriarch froze when she heard my laugh, but she immediately nodded, kneeling at the entrance without saying a single word.

I carried Lira like a princess, and we entered the matriarch’s house. What I saw there surprised me a lot. The furniture was made entirely of skin and stuffed with feathers; even the bed was genuinely fluffy and soft. Since I had arrived on this island, it was the first time I had seen such luxury. I should take all this back to the village; I’m sure everyone in the village would be happy to have these items.

Once inside, I looked at Lira, who was still trembling in my arms. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked her gently. She shook her head, but her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. I couldn’t give up at this moment; I needed to erase every one of the marks on her heart, or they would be a demon that would haunt her for life.

I started kissing her once more, exploring every part of her mouth with my tongue. My hands began to explore her body in a more daring way. I held her beautiful buttocks with both hands and began to descend with my lips to her neck, tracing a path of kisses.

As I continued to kiss and caress Lira, her trembling hands clung to my back. In a moment of vulnerability, her voice, barely audible, reached my ears.

"Don’t you... don’t you dislike my small boobs?" she asked with palpable insecurity. The sudden change froze me, not knowing where this question came from. "Had I said something or shown some expression?". "I’ve always been self-conscious about that. All the others... Manaia, Leila, even Zela... have big chests. I’m flat as a board. I always thought you wouldn’t look at me because of that."

I stopped kissing and looked at her tenderly. I took her small tits in my hands, feeling her accelerated heartbeat. As soon as I touched them, Lira tensed completely.

"Who says that’s a bad thing, Lira?" I asked, starting to massage them gently. "I love them. They’re perfect for you." I leaned in and started kissing them, sucking delicately. She moaned, her body trembling under my caresses, and I began to descend with my hand, unbuttoning her clothes. I continued my path until I reached her abdomen.

Her legs slowly parted as she felt my touch, as if they couldn’t resist my advance, even waiting for me to touch her. I knew that every inch of her had been desecrated, but now, in my mind, there was only the need to clean her, to reclaim her, to erase the bad memories and mark them with new, beautiful ones. I slid my fingers, feeling the dampness that wasn’t from arousal, but from the desperation that had been buried so deeply. With a care I didn’t know I had, I stopped.

"I’m not going to hurt you, Lira. I want to heal you. I want to heal your heart," I whispered in her ear while gently biting her earlobe.

Slowly, I positioned myself over her. I felt her fear; her body tensed. I took her face in my hands and kissed her with an intensity that made her tremble even more. The kiss was a vow that what was about to happen was an act of love, not violence.

"Let me, Lira... let me heal you," I whispered again, as I removed all of her clothes. Seeing her body completely naked warmed my cock, making me feel like my pants would explode. I began to kiss every part of her body while continuing to tell her she was mine now. I lowered my head smoothly to her wet pussy and began to lick her lips gently, preparing to mark her for life. I placed my member on her delicate, wet vagina and pressed gently. Her lips began to open slowly. The first thrust was a choked cry of pain, not physical, but emotional. I didn’t move; I hugged her tightly, waiting for her body to relax. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her small tits, licking the saliva from my lips that had remained there. Lira was fighting her memories, so I gave her a moment to breathe.

"Let me mark you, Lira. Let my essence erase what they did," I said, as I kissed her breasts again.

The minutes passed until I managed to transform Lira’s fear into moans of pleasure. Her hands held me with a strength I didn’t know she had. The movements became faster, more intense, more desperate. Every thrust was a blur of a memory, every moan was a cry of victory over the trauma. The blood that stained my cock mixed with her sweat, with our tears, and became a sign of our connection.

We reached our climax with a cry of ecstasy. Lira clung to me, my body against hers. Her whispers were now words of love and relief. I looked into her eyes, which were now filled with tears, but they were no longer tears of terror, but of pleasure.

Outside, the matriarch, kneeling on the ground, saw the light emanating from the house. She heard Lira’s cries of pleasure and pain, her final moan. A shiver of pure terror ran down her spine. She had messed with a being who could destroy life, steal souls, and reclaim everything that existed. He was a creature that the gods themselves feared. And now, this human had resurrected the dead, an ability possessed only by a deity. She had messed with a god. And now, this god would punish her for her insolence. She wanted to run, she wanted to flee, but her body wouldn’t respond. It was as if she was firmly glued to the ground; no one was watching her, and yet she didn’t dare to move a single inch from where she had been ordered to stay.