Curiosity Towards the Unknown

“Hmm…hm..hm…” A certain confidence lightens my step as I traverse through the familiar paths of my quiet village. My humming is drawing smiles from so many fine looking males; my lips pursed in a near permanent smile as my pigtails bob and sway gently. In reality however, this minor musical number is an attempt to keep my breathing at a near normal rate. Evening is approaching…the time to dethrone the Chosen as a champion philanderer is growing ever closer. These ideas stirred about in my mind, almost blocking out a voice that tried three times before penetrating my convoluted thoughts.

“Presea?” I could not recall the identity of this teenage male. What I did notice though, was the attractive mix of shyness and obvious physical gifts. Ash blonde hair fell in waves over his blue eyes as he adjusted his posture. Naturally, he was one of the residents of Ozette that I failed to be able to communicate with. A wallflower, like everything else in my life for 16 years… I push the thoughts out of my head though, remembering previous conversations that admonished my tendencies to dwell on the past. I decide to use the opportunity to become more comfortable for the intense hours that lie ahead. I practice my casual..flirting… manoeuvre…brushing a hand through my pigtails and smiling at the young man.

“Yes?”

“I…well, I’ve seen you out and about lately…you’ve sure been happier these days!”

“These times have been…interesting…for me. I know that must seem strange considering our lifestyle.”

“Well, routines haven’t changed, but you sure have, I mean, I didn’t mean to sound as if I didn’t like you befo—“

“No, no, that is…alright. I was never the most…social person in the village.” His cheeks are reddening…what could be causing this physiological reaction?

“Haha, cool! I’m Gale, by the way. I don’t know if you recognize me…”

“I do, believe me. You work in the woods near the same section as myself. I just…never had the social skill necessary to get to know you prior…please forgive me.”

“Hey, nothing to forgive Presea. But since either of us can’t really remember our last conversation, um…maybe you’d wanna catch up sometime?”

I could not see my own face of course, but I instinctively knew my eyes had widened, my cheeks flushed slightly. Ah, the cumbersome effects hormones can produce.

“I apologize, but I am…occupied in the coming days, but I would sincerely enjoy a meeting with you in the future.” His initial unsurprised sorrow turned to pleasant, albeit subdued, excitement as he smiles at me.

“O.K.! I’ll be…well, here. It was nice talking to you, Presea!”

“Yes, you too, Gale. Please have a pleasant evening.”

He turns away, and I cannot help but be angry with myself for refusing to give in to temptation and exploration. I want…more…but first I must deal a crushing blow to Zelos.

My usual vest tears open easily as my belt drops to the floor, releasing my breasts. My mounds bounce and sway as I prepare some hot water for bathing; they must be as excited as the rest of me.

I almost slap myself for this thought a second later, my breasts will have nothing to be excited about at the conclusion of this ordeal. After filling my homemade outdoor ‘hot spring’, which is simply an 8 by 10 foot wooden containment device made from fallen timbers that had since been treated, I remove my lower undergarments as the hot water saps the majority of tension from my stressed body. I sit, eyes closed, the water level slightly above my breasts. As I relax, I alter my position, sprawling my arms out to each side of me, lifting my body slightly upwards in such a way that the cooling evening air is felt on my exposed nipples. I frown as I debate whether I should pleasure myself tonight. The wind picks up and my whole body is coated with a chill, before giving way to the warmth of my tub. I lean upwards again, feel the tingle of the breeze, and return down. Before long, I am grinding myself up and down in my tub, and make up an excuse in my mind that if I release some sexual energy now, I will be better protected against Zelos’ inevitable attempts to seduce me. The cooling and warming temperature differential obviously constitutes grounds for a terrible cold, but my hormones speak louder than the pitiful brain synapses of my mind.

My vagina needs similar attention as my arms dip beneath the warm water. The ripples grow in number and
length as my fingers work tirelessly below the cerulean surface, my pussy lips enjoying the sensations, my eyes closed as the beautiful sunset sky submits its beauty to allow my teenage pleasure to coarse through my very being. I begin to abandon isolating parts of my body to be pleasured in favor of spreading it through as much of it as I can muster; one of my hands glides along my smooth legs while another plays with my breasts, lifting them and making them splash on the water’s surface as they bounce upwards and down again.

However, there is a frustration that prevents me from reaching any sort of climax. I want my whole body to be…played with…I simply need more hands, more limbs…I resign myself to the fact that I need a man to do these things for me, and soon.

My nipples stand proud and erect as I stand up from my spring, my 14 year old curves silhouetted in shadows produced by the dying sunlight. Tomorrow…I will be at Meltokio, and will begin my attack on Zelos’ ego. Spending any additional time naked will only manipulate my mind into continuous thoughts of sex, so I change into my nightclothes and enter my chambers.

After a restless night, the morning dawn creates the illusion of content and peace as I prepare for the extremely unpredictable day. I make sure that my gald supply is in excess, as Meltokio itself possesses the shops necessary for buying a provocative, expensive dress that will set up Zelos for his inevitable fall. After scanning the city shops, I finally find a garment that produces a satisfying reaction; dark, purple velvet, falling down farther down my legs than my normal dress, the front giving enough visibility to show a moderate amount of cleavage. I procure some expensive, intricately designed hair ribbons as well, to keep intact my hairstyle but nevertheless augment it with sophistication. I politely ask a stylist about ‘makeup’ and ‘eye shadow’, clearly explaining how I do not wish to undergo a radical transformation, but rather highlight my best features. The eager woman complies, and soon afterwards I am looking at myself in full length mirror, looking a couple years older than I chronologically am, yet still obviously naïve and ‘cute’…it is perfect.

I have approached the mansion grounds. I take a moment to collect myself. My target is Zelos, more importantly, the ego of Zelos. He is a cheat, a philanderer, who only uses the bodies of women. He specializes in…sweet talk…and uses his rank, in accordance with his grace, fit body, and eyes to…
I almost physically slap myself. Then, realizing it won’t be of any benefit to lie to myself continuously, admit to his physical attributes; yes, if I did not know Zelos previously, perhaps I would be perfectly content to be…taken…by him. There. That is…better. I remind myself that I should have the tactical advantage, being dressed differently and with my own agenda for this…date. I ring the doorbell.

I expected Sebastian, but fail to hide my shock when Zelos himself appears, dressed in his elegant clothes from the party we had at the nearby estate two years ago.

“Presea!! How lovely to see you! You are looking even more beautiful than usual.” Hmm…his smile seems genuine enough. He does a respectable job of showing what seems to be honest excitement in seeing me. “Please, come in! Relax! Bask in the aura of my mansion!”

Aura? A mansion with a history of family pain and racial segregation, followed by countless encounters of wild sex with…an abhorrent…amount of women. Quite the aura indeed. I can’t help but feel a bit underwhelmed with his reaction…I watched his eyes, they were always matched with mine. He did not..scan..my body…I thought that at least my partially exposed breasts would have given him more reason to hesistate…perhaps if I try again…
I walk as elegantly as I can towards him

“It is…a very happy day, to see you again, Zelos.” I stutter slightly, and did not use the opening words I had practiced before…why is this…? He still looks me square in the eye. Perhaps…a…hug…would create a reaction. “I have…missed you…” My body tenses as I feel his arms warmly wrap around the small of my back, holding my comfortingly, like an older brother. No miniscule wanderings, no massages…hmm. Good. Yes, this is…good…

“Awww….I could say the same, princess! Can I get you something to drink?”
Ah, this was more like what I was anticipating. Over exaggerated comparison to royal families, attempts to waver my judgement with alcohol. I was just about to respond when…

“I apologize sir,” Sebastian had descended from the second floor with all the noise of a dead man. “But your inspection time is forthcoming.”

“Ah! Yes! Sorry, Presea…I should have designated a time better.”

“No, no, that is, fine…what is this…inspection?”

“Well, as I wrote you, Regal and I have been working to try and better the slum area of town. I make monthly inspections to see if we’re making any progress. I have to wear these clothes, simply for my image sake, but you shouldn’t get that beautiful dress dirty, you can wait here, it shouldn’t take long.”

*He wasn’t lying..?!!* I find myself staring into his eyes, head tilted, dumbfounded, one of my common emotional moments that I do not know how to control. I stammer.

“No..I, um…please, I would like to go with you, I am so happy that you and Regal are…helping so much.”

“I’ve grown up a bit, Presea! Maybe one day I’ll be as mature as you!” I am now mentally stable enough to know the intent of that line. I am supposed to laugh now. I giggle as innocently as I can, knowing that, apparently, my laugh is extremely well received.

“Hehehe…that would be…quite an accomplishment.” I manage a miniscule smirk to confirm that I am verbally retaliating.

“Oohh! Ouch! When’d you get so spunky? C’mon, let’s go. I would really like your input on all this!” He puts an arm around my shoulder and though I was planning on this movement in my original mental framework, I did not picture myself receiving the motion so comfortably. I was supposed to be relishing in the fact that I was teasing him, making him confident before sabotaging him to great lengths, and here I was, walking with Zelos, gathering more than one extremely jealous look and malicious whispers from Meltokio’s ‘elite’ crop of women. I smile even more, augment my posture, chest high and proud, hair straightened. I am with Zelos, and not you. What an…invigorating feeling…

The analytical side of my mind luckily took over as we began to enter the slums, it is still countless time and gald away from a complete…makeover…but the improvements are obvious. People…which I have studied with incredible intensity, so I should know this…have more life in their eyes, more…spring to their step…and someone once told me. There are no souls whose purpose and motivation have been lost, no bodies resigning themselves to begging for change in dark alleyways infested with rotting waste and insects.

“Master Zelos!” A young man in his early thirties rushed to us, energetic as anyone I have seen recently.

“Hi, Thomas! Haven’t seen you in a month! How are thing?”

*He knows people here by name…and at least one who is not a female…* My awe continues to overpower me.

“Very well, Master Zelos! We will keep doing our best to make the most of your aid!”

“Good! Remember, at the end of the day, it’s all you. Duke Bryant and I were just a springboard. I expect you to become self-sufficient quite soon.”

“It is already happening, Chosen one! Oh…and who…ah! Lady Presea!”

I was absorbed in this magnificent conversation, lost in how much people are succeeding. Zelos hadshown me a glimpse of his…humanity..once before, helping a young boy and his mother by providing a laundry job opportunity, with quality workmanship as a requirement. The comment Thomas had made was obviously meant for my reaction. I fail to remember a proper curtsy bow, and clumsily tilt my head to the gentleman.

“Ah..yes…um, how nice of you to..remember me. I am very inspired by the work being done here.”

“Don’t be, my lady! With such models of strength to follow such as yourself and Master Zelos, there is no excuse for any less ambition on our part. Please, have a tour, I know it has been quite some time since you were here!”

“Wanna check it out? It’s not the most romantic place yet, but…” The contrast between romance and the slums elicits a small chuckle from me, as much as I did not previously want that to happen.

“Ah, yes, please. The location is…unique..it would make for a memorable first date.”
Zelos’ brain froze at the same time mine did; it was a rare moment of blank expression for him. I wish I could say the same for myself. What am I doing? I can’t simply GIVE him the confidence to seduce me further…he was supposed to attempt things on his own, and I was supposed to pretend to be enamoured with him…so confusing…

“Zelos, I am amazed at…well, all of this…people here are, inspired now…” My speech seems to have reset his composure.

“Well, they get the credit for that, Regal and I have supplied some funds, but they’re using them in the right place. Look at the buildings, they’re repairing them, spending money on materials, supplies. They’ve organized a contract with the Palace to arrange for garbage cleanup to be extended to this area. The air and the streets are cleaner.”

“Yes. It is remarkable.”

We walk through the town, citizens grinning, singing Zelos’ deserved praises, offering gifts if for no other reason than to prove that they had excess supply of something, though I’m certain any such thoughts behind it were genuine. A small shop had been set up, and I take the opportunity to show my support for the people by purchasing some new carving tools, a hatchet, a carving knife, both not of optimal quality, but will come in handy in a pinch. Zelos also purchases a small dagger and shield, items he could not possibly need; he simply uses it as a respectable means to add additional support to the town.

“Thank you sir, and madam! Might I say, you look absolutely charming together!” Though I had anticipated this comment, my blush, my hormonal reaction, stymied my intellectual preparedness.

“Did you hear that, Presea? Charming!”

“Yes…imagine that.” I grin slightly, and can’t hold back my thoughts any longer.

“Zelos, you…you were sincere, in that letter…weren’t you?” I test his eyes as I have been doing all day thus far. He registers more genuine emotion.

“Wha—of course I was! I’ve really missed you, Presea!”

“Forgive me…it just…seems hard to believe…as pessimistic as it might sound…that you have changed this much.”
“Hey, hey, a lot can happen in two years! I mean, look at you; you’re not the girl I remember.”

Finally, I think. He’s finally going to comment on my body. Now, I can finally administer my plan.

“You’re so outgoing now, and witty, and the fact that you’re taking a risk with the crazy Zelos tells me you’re really wanting to step into this world.” I can’t help but laugh.

“Hehe…so you admit you are still quite…a character.”

“Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t, rosebud!” I smirk at his previous nickname for me. Somehow, I missed it…I wait for more, but that’s it. What do I have to do to get him to comment on my maturing face, my ample chest? He is…playing a very tough game. I won’t break however; I will continue to carry out my plan. We bid farewell to the area and return to the mansion. With the journey to Meltokio and the intense social interaction in the slums, I begin to feel fatigue, but nonetheless comfortable as we enter the premises.

“Ah, miss Presea, Master Zelos. I have prepared dinner. Please follow me.” We enter a room I had not previously took a step within in our previous journey. It seemed to be purely for dining, checkered white and black floor with an extremely finely crafted, long table extending approximately 20 feet occupying most of the space. One chair sat at each end of the table, extremely…clichéd…something in my mind told me this wasn’t right…

“Ready to dig in, Presea?” Zelos’ hair waves majestically as he turns to me. I look down to avoid the awkward feeling I’m experiencing before returning my gaze to him.

“Indeed, I am famished…however…must we be seated…so far apart?” I try my best not to insinuate any further meaning in this statement.

“Oh! Well, I just thought, I mean, you’d be more comfortable…”

“There was a time when that would have been correct. But…as we talked about, I have…changed. I am trying to…let people into my life more, as I told you in the letter, so…is it..possible, for an alternate seating arrangement to take place?”

My adolescent mind is churning a mile a minute. As I wrote the letter, I intended to lie about wanting to ‘experience’ so many things, and here I was, feeling a genuine need to be close to him…and Zelos’ letter, a piece of parchment scarred with so many words I deemed to be lies, was starting to seem true as well. How can so many truths become so unsettling?

“Ah…oh! Right, o-of course! We’ll just grab a table in the main chambers, how’s that sound!” He seems pleased. I am too. What is going on?

“That would be, wonderful.”

Perhaps he will splurge about with praises to me now, and he will look at my breasts, and will offer me alcohol, which I will refuse. Yes, I will refuse. Definitely, I will not accept anything he…has to offer…

The thoughts race through my mind as we sit at the table, Sebastian lifting the silver platters to reveal the many amazing meals. Meat stew, steak, tenderloin…all of my favorites! I feel my mouth gape open, salivating at both the scent and the thoughtfulness.

“Zelos…this is..”

“Is it ok? I tried to remember all of your favorite foods, I really admire your diet; I’ve been trying more of these out myself, trying to give myself a bit more muscle to adorn my amazing frame.”

“Yes, it is a good diet, it will provide you with the energy you need, especially given your current endeavours. I would encourage it.”

“Well, let me know how it tastes. Try the stew. I practiced it and taught Sebastian the recipe.” I take a spoonful. It is delectable.

“Extremely…tasty…” Is all I can say. Zelos’ face lights up.

“Wow! Right on! Dig in, then!” We eat, we smile, I tell myself to keep my eyes on him to track his
movements. That is my excuse as I admire his face. He has not aged in the least, yet his eyes show more maturity in them somehow…

20 minutes later we have finished. It is later in the day and I am feeling quite tired.

“Zelos, I apologize as it is still quite early, but…”

“Say no more, you must be exhausted! Go ahead upstairs, I’ve got the suite up there all prepared for you.”
That’s it? No attempt at intoxication, no subtle hint of staying in…his room…?

“Ah…yes, thank you.”

“I had a shower installed right in that suite too, go ahead, Sebastian and I will get the dishes cleaned.”

Upstairs, I am still churning thoughts in my mind as I slowly become naked. I carefully remove my dress and expensive ribbons, letting my pink hair descend. I look even more desirable than ever…why do I feel so frustrated? How could he not make…a move…on me?

As the water cascades down my body, I think about Zelos, his hair, his re-done image, his eyes…I can feel the heat erupting. No, I cannot give him the satisfaction of knowing a 14-year-old girl masturbated to him in his own shower in his home. I resist the strong urge to touch myself, that would render my plan almost a failure before it begins. There must be something I am missing; he cannot keep this up forever. I will…see him for his true identity soon enough…

I pause…will he masturbate to me tonight? Will his stimulate his cock, and think of my precious teenage nude body..? Will the sperm shoot out from his dick, coating…

I stop. I find my fingers ever so close to sliding inside my vagina, and know that I need to stop this instant. I cease the water flow and step out, the coldness and shock precisely what I need to get my mind focused elsewhere.

I shall encourage him by offering to spend another day with him, that will certainly make things difficult; he has complications attending to the same woman for more than a whole day, as history has proven. I will note his lack of enthusiasm, and will not be surprised when he assault my body tomorrow night, at which time I will have won, because, he will not have this body.

Yes, my body will…not be his…