Morning After✨ Lovers Chapters 1 and 2

 

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1 It started the morning after

 

I had the worst headache.

Ugh, I drank too much now I had a hangover…I felt awful. I looked around; it looked light through the curtains. Morning? It doesn’t feel refreshing at all. Rather, the colour scheme of the curtains was the worst. I would never choose a colour that looks like a mixture of Getcho¹, Dedel¹ and Mikasopa¹. (Zuben: Do not ask what is Getcho, Dedel or Mikasopa. Merely, accept that they are what they are – a shitty colour scheme)

The scent of the room and the furniture are unfamiliar but vaguely familiar.

Where am I?

I sat up and reached down between my legs because my crotch was weirdly sticky. I looked at my hand, it was a strangely squishy and familiar liquid coating my finger. What was this?

I was naked. I almost screamed. I should be in my favourite old and worn nightgown. I am not wearing any underwear! I was naked. And I wasn’t in a habit of sleeping naked and I just broke up with my boyfriend yesterday.

Yeah, we broke up yesterday.

Chris, the ex, broke up with me yesterday while spouting some cliché about me finding a better man. The weasel had been two timing me, and got the other lady pregnant – which meant the contraceptive failed. He had to take responsibility and get married; zamamiro, serves him right.

While I massaged my aching temples, I looked next to me.

What was this bulge?

The form was in the shape of a person. I had a bad feeling as I gently turned over the quilt.

I’ve really done it now, I bemoaned as I let the quilt fall back over my discovery.

I took a few deep breaths and turned over the quilt again.

Be calm, stay cool.

His face was buried in the pillow, so I couldn’t see it well. He had black hair that was standing on end, probably formed from sleeping. He had a stubble and he was well built – also very naked.

This was not Chris. Who was he?

Chris was slender with light brown hair. This guy was well built, he obviously trained. His shoulders and back were nicely broad and muscular…

I dropped the quilt and pinched between my eyebrows. When I opened my eyes again, he had not disappeared.

In my head, I could hear the voice of my primary school teacher shouting at me till his face turned red because of some cute childish mischief I had gotten up to

“What the hell are you doing, Mira Fair River?!”

What the hell am I doing even at my advanced age?!

My name is Mira Fair River. I am 27 years of age and single. I’ve been a civil servant for seven years.

This morning, I have woken up in as strange room with a strange man sleeping beside me. Wasn’t this a situation where I have to escape softly?

Please tell me this is a dream.

Clothes all over the floor.

A man and woman naked in bed.

Sticky crotch.

It’s obvious what had happened.

I gingerly got out of bed. Picked up my clothes and put them on quietly while holding my breath. Though it was uncomfortable, I put on my curled-up undies. My handbag was on the desk next to the bed, so I took some money out and placed it on the bedside.

Let’s make our escape.

The man was a really deep sleeper. I was relieved. He seemed tall because his legs were sticking out of the blanket…what am I thinking? I don’t care about that.

I opened the door quietly and snuck out, shutting the door quietly behind me. It ran down the corridor. It was a cheap inn.

I really couldn’t remember what had happened last night.

It was the first time in my life that such a thing had occurred.

But, deducing from the scene earlier; I did it with that man. I’m not sure if he used contraceptive or not, so I had to go and see the alchemist.

I really was a mistake to drink and eat sardines over a broken heart.

But whose idea had it been? Did we discuss? Was there an agreement? It looked like his clothes had been torn apart. But why?

I suddenly realised I didn’t have my shoes on as I walked into the alchemist’s, which was open day and night.

Fuck! My Deeper-Deeper shoes!

Limited Spring Collection.

They were expensive!

They were my favourite babies! (Zuben: But you forgot them! I can’t even make fun. Someone gave me a watch for a gift and I took it off in a bar and left it there. Didn’t remember until a month later…)

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‘Ringwehr dragons are not allowed.’

‘Even though the site is secured?’

‘Dragons are prohibited from being bred inside the city in the first place. I recommend Delate or Joanne boroughs, just outside the city line.’

The older gentlemen looked despondent at the information, but it couldn’t be helped – rules are rules.

In Spring, many applicants came to the Department for registering knight beasts and dragons. I was in charge of advisement during application, registering and licencing beasts, and inspecting kennels.

The older gentleman I had just spoken to had come from a distant county to the royal city to register his dragon. Unfortunately, people didn’t usually seem to have clear understanding of the rules in general. I felt apologetic, but it was my job to make sure everything was done correctly.

In the royal city, flying beasts were prohibited if they were not of the Royal Knights’ stable. If one tried to keep them in secret and they were found out, they would be fined, their right to accommodation and kennels revoked, and they would be banished from the capital. But the rule encompassed all dragons, despite the Ringwehr dragon being a ground running species; they could not be bred or kept within the city walls.

I gave old gentlemen a guide map which showed which beasts could be kept and bred in which area, and he left dejectedly. I put aside his application to be destroyed.

I took a deep breath and called out, ‘May I have number 41, please?’

A tall man with a good physique came up to my desk.

‘May I have your application form?’ I asked, not really looking at him.

He handed me the form; it was for a knight beast – a rare Chasse wolfe.

‘Chasse wolfe. Male. Eight years old. Oh? Are you of the Rejude Brigade? Welcome to Piazza. We are accepting registrations today, but we will visit your kennels at a later date.’ I said finally looking up and giving him a friendly smile.

He nodded silently. I registered the beast and stamped an acceptance slip.

Unlike the Royal knights, the Rejude Brigade was a publicly licensed private armed team. They took private commissions for escorts and subjugation. Many knight beasts are excellent modes of transportation and arms. They were regular applicants in Piazza borough.

The brigade registering a knight beast must have the stables that could properly accommodate the beast, and the stables must also pass the criteria. If the stable was not the right size or have the correct amenities for the beast, they would not get the permit.

In that respect, Rejude had excellent facilities and kept their beasts well.

‘Um…’

‘Any questions?’ I looked up at him with a professional smile. He looked at me with deep blue eyes, characteristic of the west, pondering. For some reason, I feel like a prey that had lost its burrow, and my pasted-on smile was about to twitch and collapse like a house of cards.

‘Who would be inspecting the Rejude grounds?’ he asked. 

‘I will. I’m very familiar with the Rejude grounds so there will be no issues.’

Even if the beast was a knight, it could be a cantankerous one which could have a negative effect on the rest of the team, if there wasn’t a person would could handle the beast to some extent. However, I have not been in charge of inspecting beasts for nothing this past seven years. I was now very familiar with the needs and behaviours of most knight beasts.

I continued with a reassuring smile, ‘From dragons to aardvarks, once I hold them, they are like lovely rabbits. I have gained some experience, so please do not worry,’

I felt a lot of pride in the fact that I had a good reputation within my department and with brigades and kennel owners around Piazza.

The man looked away as he replied, ‘I know that.’

What do you know? What had he been told? Has my reputation become hot topic at his brigade? If that was the case, it made me very happy.

I handed over the acceptance slip and a visitation notification slip stating I would be visiting three days hence at 2PM. Mr 41 left seemingly in good humour.

While I was helping the next applicant, I felt someone watching me. It was Mr 41 looking at me. I wondered what he wanted. Was he an inspector who came to assess my work due to complaints? As I was wondering what was going on, he reached into a cloth bag and brought something out.

A black pair of shoes with a metallic green shimmer…hold on a moment, why did he have those?

‘Hey, you!’

‘What?!’ The 42^nd jumped in surprise.

‘I’m sorry not you. Him! Mr 41!’

He slowly walked back to me with the shoes dangling in his hands. His eyes were as sharp and challenging as the Chasse wolfe he was registering.

‘Is something the matter?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘Why do you have those?’

‘These? Oh…this is something my untidy love left behind, I guess?’

‘Your love?’

Did his lover also have Deeper Deeper limited edition Spring shoes of the same colour? I see… it was just a coincidence. There had only been ten of those shoes made and sold.

‘I’m sorry I stopped you. I made a mistake.’

‘Is that so? But I don’t think I’ve made a mistake. Ever since a pair of pretty feet in these pretty shoes stepped before me while I was lying on the ground.’

What was he talking about? Was it his hobby to roll around the ground looking at feet? He didn’t seem like that kind of a weirdo, but then again, I was not interested in his habits. I stood there thinking of what to say to him. My colleague and 42 watching as well. (Zuben: What’s so weird about liking feet?)

‘Um, I had the same pair and I lost them. I am so sorry for bothering you.’ I said finally, settling back into my chair.

41 looked annoyed at my apology; what did he want from me?

‘These are your size 23 shoes. You’re my untidy lover. Do you know how despaired I was to get up in the morning and find you were not next to me?’ (Zuben: Kiddy feet? Or are shoes sizes a little different in Japan?)

He placed the shoes on the desk, and leaned over my ear. I nearly screamed as he whispered, ‘These are the shoes you forgot.’

 

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2 The Shoes I left Behind.

As I reached for my shoes, Mr 41 grinned and took them from my reach.

‘What are you doing?’

‘If I politely returned them, you would just say thank you and goodbye, wouldn’t you?’

‘Even if you threaten me, I can’t remember anything.’

I was beginning to recollect vaguely. I got drunk, I slept with a random man, woke up and ran off. I wasn’t sure if I agreed to it as well, he could have taken advantage of me while I was drunk and depressed. I was wondering how I slept with a man with such a difference in build. But I didn’t believe that he really attacked me because of the state of his clothes when I left; they were tattered. The power of alcohol was ridiculous.

It was his things not my things that had been torn.

I didn’t have any scratches or bruises from a fight, but there were lots of love bites on my chest and thighs.

‘Is something wrong, Miss Fair River?’ My manager came to see what was going on.

This was bad; I couldn’t exactly say some guy I had a drunken one-night stand with was blackmailing me. I had a simple desire to work quietly into my old age and retire with a pension. I cannot get fired.

‘Oh, nothing. Just a correction in his form.’

‘If so, do it quickly. You’re keeping other applicants waiting.’

‘My apologies.’

My manager looked between me and Mr 41 suspiciously before returning to his own post. There were indeed other people waiting, I needed to finish this off quickly. So, I apologised to Mr 41,

‘I don’t remember what happened that night, so I did something I shouldn’t have, I deeply apologise.’

‘It was a very hot night.’

‘I drank too much; I really don’t remember.’

He gave me an annoyed raise of his eyebrow. He obviously still remembered.

Hot night?

‘Then I’ll help you remember.’ He said.

‘Huh?’

‘Don’t worry, I wouldn’t harm you.’ He placed one shoe on my desk.

What am I going to do with one shoe?! Those shoes are mine! I put my own tanned leather inside the heel so they wouldn’t cause blisters on my skin.

While I stared at the shoe, he leaned over and whispered, ‘My cute lover, is your name Mira Fair-River?’

Well, it said so on my name tag. As a lowly civil servant, once my name and place of employment is known, I have no means of escape. What should I do? I just want him to give me my shoes back.

‘I’m going to keep one of these pretty shoes that you waited in line for three hours before the shop opened to buy. If you want it back, meet me at two in the afternoon in three days, Mira Fair River.’

How did he know that? Had I also been lose-mouthed when I was drunk? Did I tell him about me?

He didn’t wait to hear my reply. He took my other shoe and walked out.

Why? I wanted to run away. Could someone else go to Rejude instead of me? While their stables are very fine, their beasts were temperamental, so I was the only one who liked to go and visit them.

I looked down at my lone shoe, stunned.

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‘Ā ~an~ don’t do tha… ya~a, n ~

He had been teasing my clitoris for a while now, and so, every time it was stimulated hot shivers went through my body.

‘No~ not there.’

‘I’ll stop doing it with my fingers.’ The man said before licking the secret nub at a constant maddening speed as he pushed his fingers deep into my vagina. Was it two or three in there…? He explored my inner walls and pleasure scattered my thinking.

‘Hnn!’ his tongue was licking me faster, while his fingers pumped in and out of me. I could help but raise my hips to match his thrust.

‘Ha~ ah~ hot! So hot! I’m coming!’

‘How sloppy, but my fingers aren’t enough, right?’

I could hear his fingers churning the love juice, and I couldn’t stop moaning. His voice turned me on even more.

‘How soon with you come?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘But it must feel good here,’ he said poking my clitoris again.

Sparks burst behind my eyelids. I didn’t know what was up or down, I just wanted to stop this hot sweet frustrating need. I wanted more. But more of what.

‘It’s so hot. I don’t know. Help me. I’m going to die from this heat. An~’

‘Your pussy is freaking out. Just relax, let yourself go~’ he said as he pressed the tip of his tongue against the heated nubbin and an explosion of pleasure burst. The sweet numbness spread in the middle of my abdomen and my legs shook.

‘Ah~ Ahn! Ahnn!’

The man looked up at me from between my legs. His blue eyes glittered as he watched my expression as I panted in the afterglow. He was still fingering my hole. I covered my face with both hands from embarrassment.

‘Are you okay?’

‘I don’t know, what happened?’

‘Is this the first time you’ve had an orgasm? Was Chris that bad?’

Chris. That cheating bastard.

He left me for a girl that looked like sugar candy.

‘He was a selfish man, and he shot off quickly. He didn’t do this.’

‘That’s such a shame,’ he said insincerely, before adding in that rich sultry tone, ‘because you’re so sensitive, beautiful and passionate.’

‘A poorly made bed doll.’

‘What? What did you just say?’

A bed doll was a sex doll some men used to comfort themselves whilst they were alone. When we argued that night during the break up, Chris had said that of me. I had always thought I was nurturing and gentle, but I realised he never loved me. I was just an economically independent outlet for Chris’ needs.

‘Can I drown him?’ he asked.

‘He’s not worth the jail time. But thank you for the thought.’

A man, I just only met tonight, got me off. He pulled up and licked my belly all the while slowly fingering my spasming entrance.

‘Hmm~ I just came~’

‘You haven’t cooled yet? I didn’t mean to take it this far, but you drive me to my limits.’

‘That’s because I feel so unbearably hot.’ I moaned. My heart was pounding, my skin was hot and sweaty and I had an aching need. I was strange because I only just drank too much, but when I looked at the man between my legs, I wanted him like crazy. Even after my orgasm, I wanted more – very unlike me.

‘Maybe we’ve gone insane.’

‘Maybe, but I think it’s alright to have a day like this. Goodbye, convenient woman. Hello, new me.’ I said as I stroked his muscular neck while he licked my navel. He had muscular shoulders that I really wanted to bite into. I wanted us to get sweaty till the sun rose. Why not? He was a nice guy that told me I was beautiful.

‘Hey? Please…’

‘You’ve just broken up and feeling a bit vulnerable.’

‘Stingy.’

‘You’ve also been drinking a lot.’

‘So have you.’

‘Also, you were exposed to Chasse wolfe estrus pheromones.’

While he had his fingers playing inside me, he really had no persuasive power. I was the one who had placed myself here, he had to eat deliciously.

‘I want to feel more comfortable.’

‘What a killing request.’ He said as he rose. I could see his erection, and it looked ferocious.

‘Very big,’ I said.

He pointed his manhood at my entrance, wetting the heated flesh with my love juice as he grabbed my waist with his other hand that had been inside me, his fingers felt very wet. Would it be okay? I’ve heard that big penises were uncomfortable.

‘It will be alright. You will surely accept it.’

‘Really?’

‘Absolutely. We’re a good match.’ He said before pushing into me.

‘Hmm~ oh oh~’

I could feel my hole widening as he entered, and rather than pain there was only expectation. Thanks to his long foreplay, I was ready for him.

‘Ah!’ Pleasure exploded once more and I came a little, making him wince as I tightened around him.

‘You’re being mischievous.’ He said through gritted teeth.

‘It feels so good. Come on, more~’

I was also surprised I didn’t know that I could come from just putting in the tip. It was better than good, it was amazing. We were really compatible. I entwined my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, because he had stopped.

Move. More. I want it deeper

‘Give it to me~’

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I woke up. I was staring at the ceiling of my bedroom.

What a dream!

It was very clear for a dream.

Today was the day we were meeting, I had to go. No other person wanted to go to do the inspection. And I couldn’t exactly tell anyone of my colleagues why I didn’t want to go.

I got out of bed and went to get a drink of water. I was strangely thirsty.

All because of that man.

I put the shoe in its box. Even if I got them back they would be hard to wear because when I looked at them, I would always be reminded of that hot intense night.

I remembered, didn’t I?

The tumbler in my hand slipped and fell into the sink.

What did I remember? That hadn’t been a dream? That incident of becoming sticky with various body fluids…no way!

‘That can’t be!’

Apparently, being drunk and despondent from the break up I attacked a poor man. Someone, tell me it’s a lie!

Notes:

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Getcho – Nickname of Moriguchi Mitsuru, a Japanese illustrator. He does flora and fauna for textbooks. His books are on amazon [Link] He doesn’t have a wiki page, which is kinda a shame. His work looks really amazing.

Dedel - The name of a character from a manga called Akuma no Memune-chan [Link]

Mikasa-pa – A “template party” for some Japanese called Puzzles and Dragons with a character from Attack on Titan – Mikasa Ackerman as lead card. I dunno if this is correct but that’s all I could get from this hiragana ミカサパ.

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