Death and Snow exited the ruins from the way she came in. All traps had already been set off; the walk was brisk and safe. He didn’t recognise any of the crumbled statues in the crypts, all other tombs were open and empty.

  He ducked under two mossy pillars collapsed by time, a small stream of water travelling into the ruins through a tiny hole barely noticeable through layers of green and yellow vine.

  “How long have I been trapped?” he said. “For marble to turn to this state… thousands of years, you claim succubi went extinct three thousand years ago, I have been gone for so long.”

  Death observed the forest. Vibrant colours, thriving life of frogs, ladybugs, fireflies, glowing worms, tiny critters dashing across the nightmarishly large trees illuminated by blinking flowers, grass, and many mushrooms.

  “Would be comfy to fuck here,” she whispered. “Nice and soft grass for you to lay on, I can kiss you all over and bounce on—”

  “Enough of that, Snow,” he interrupted. “Just because you have a pretty voice does not mean you must use it.”

  “You think my voice is pretty?”

  I said that aloud? Her command to speak kindly to her must be bleeding into my speech. With his in mind, perhaps the less I speak the better, but I am intrigued greatly by this forest. I don’t recall ever seeing it during my great conquest.

  She hugged his arm while they walked.

  My soul is forcing me to allow this, he thought. This must be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to a god.

  “Where are you leading me, Snow?”

  “Sekoi.”

  “I have no idea where that is. A city? A town? A pansy camp of twenty strong, what is Sekoi?”

  She twirled in a circle with her finger pointed outward towards a pathway.

  That doesn’t answer my question in the slightest. This mortal is either thick as a pig or is mocking me.

  “My horse is that way!” she explained. “Only one, you’ll have to get super close to me so we both fit on. No saddle either, you can hold onto my chest to keep yourself from falling off.”

  “I would rather walk; I shall walk.”

  “Your wife commands you not to walk.”

  Death stopped moving, then sighed.

  “Ha! You’re stuck!” she said. “And you didn’t contest that I was your wife!”

  “Tis pointless arguing with a girl with such control over me.”

  “I want you to say you want to ride the horse with me.”

  “Is it a command?”

  “No.”

  “Then I’m not going to say it, Snow, may I please move?”

  Did I just say please? How strange, it just slipped off my tongue, he thought.

  “No,” she smugly.

  “So, what’s the—what, where are you going?”

  Snow ran off into the foliage while laughing. Death grabbed his leg with his hands and was barely able to move them.

  It’s like moving pillars of solid iron, where is that wonderful woman? What? I can’t even talk ill of her in my thoughts. This will be the death of me.

  He yelled for Snow. The forest responded with rustles and purrs.

  “I do not like those sounds,” he said. “Snow! You are aware that even while I am immortal, my powers are gone, it would be very simple for a predator to kill me in this cursed state you’ve left me! Immortal, Snow, not invulnerable.”

  There was no response.

  Well, she can’t be dead, otherwise I would perish as per her commands. If this is some sick power trip, it’s working, I can see that I am stuck here forever without her aid.

  He saw two red eyes peeking from the bushes and saw Snow leaning against a tree proudly watching from afar.

  “That’s a boar!” she yelled. “Nasty tusks on those things, would skewer right through that belly of yours and ruin the body that is now rightfully mine. Say you want to ride on my horse and hold me close like a princess, and you may move to fight it.”

  “Are you serious? I’m not going to say that.”

  “Then get killed by the boar.”

  “This is a completely terrible bluff. You will just free me at the last moment so that I may defend myself. All your mortals bluff the same, that’s why you’re all poor company.”

  “I’m sure there’s another buried conqueror somewhere in these woods… maybe right over there by that lovely waterfall, bet there’s a nice quiet cave behind there where couples of the past have felt warmth through passion.”

  “This is not the time for your fantasies!”

  The boar stomped its feet in the shrubbery. Whatever Snow had done, it was pissed off at Death. It slowly emerged, decayed flesh of previous hunts still hung on its tusk, hair grey at the tips, an old-looking elder boar with seemingly endless experiences of tearing the guts from their prey.

  “Fine!” Death yelled. “You get what you want!”

  “Not enough!” she teased. “I command you to tell me the truth to set yourself free.”

  The boar charged with a squeal. Death couldn’t hold his tongue. He admitted he found Snow attractive, and that he wanted to fondle her breasts when they get on the horse.

  He clicked his fingers and threw his hand to the side, expecting his scythe to summon to his aid, but alas, his instincts still hadn’t processed the lack of his mighty power.

  The tusk pierced Deaths’ left hand and he wrestled the beast with the strength of a common man. He struck the boar with a kick to the snout, then a second kick to the eye. It ran away squealing.

  Death collapsed on his ankle, a pulsing pain from within in the bone. Must be a tiny fracture, Death thought. A reckless strike with too much power for this body… this is so pathetic.

  His bones are so brittle, Snow thought. How adorable, my little god is struggling to be a mortal… but he admitted I have a pretty voice, he admitted he wants to touch me… I love him already.

  She offered a helpful hand which he gently slapped away. He tried to stand, wobbled on one foot, then collapsed a second time.

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  She was there to catch his weight, wrapping the arm around her neck and cleaning the blood off his wounded hand with her tongue and lips.

  “Looks painful,” she said with a bloody mouth. “A kiss makes all the pain go away.”

  You are my pain, Death wanted to say.

  “You’re putting me in more pain,” he grunted instead. “But I’ll admit your tongue feels nice on my skin—Snow, remove the command for me to be truthful, it is forcing me to speak.”

  “What’re you gonna do if I don’t, huh?”

  “Nothing,” he forced. “There’s nothing I can do.”

  “Hmm… fine, you don’t have to be truthful to me.”

  “Thank you.”

  I must kill someone when I arrive at Sekoi as fast as I am physically able. I will drain their strength and double my stamina, strength, with luck it'll heal my ankle or speed up my recovery.

  “That was scary for me too,” she admitted. “If you died, I would kill myself on top of you so that our skeletons would hug.”

  “What a… peculiar way to think.”

  “You’re bleeding a lot.”

  “Very astute,” he said sarcastically. “You are clearly observant.”

  “You admitted you wanted to fondle me, would you like to do it now and see if it eases your pain?”

  “No.”

  “Why do you want to touch them, huh? Urges? Urges?”

  No point in staying silent. She will order my tongue should I fail to amuse her with an answer.

  “Urges to experience,” he corrected. “I would like to examine them and test their comfort, see if they are suitable to use as some sort of pillow.”

  “I’m sorry they’re not bigger,” Snow squeaked. “They are yours for anything you want them for. Would you like to see them?”

  If I lie and give her something to think about, perhaps she will stop this nonsense.

  “Maybe. Perhaps later. Yes. Yes, I would, when we have a roof and four walls shielding us from this cold.”

  She smiled and blushed.

  “I have been honest,” Death said. “You promise never to curse my legs with the weight of iron?”

  “I promise.”

  “How far is this horse of yours? My ankle feels terrible.”

  She regretted making him fight the boar. She got on her knees and caressed his foot, pressing into his flesh and feeling the bone.

  That hurts so much, but I will not make a sound like a mortal would do.

  She grabbed his calf and his ankle and moved them in different directions. A crunch tore through his ears and brought a tear to his eye as he held in the scream, releasing a cough to hide it.

  “I fixed it!” she exclaimed.

  The soreness was there, but the pain had subsided. He put his weight on it. The slight sting was bearable.

  “Witchcraft,” he muttered. “You do have powers? You healed me so easily, where did you practice healing spells?”

  “It was dislocated,” she said. “I just put it back in its place with my hands, nothing magical about that!”

  “Your services are greatly appreciated, truly, you have eased my pain.” He patted her head. “Very good job.”

  She squealed in happiness.

  Death saw her horse through the trees. A pretty mare, white with black spots. “Will she be scared of me?”

  “Not at all,” she hoped.

  “So, Snow, which nation are we in?”

  “Valan.”

  Hm, I’ve never heard of that one before.

  “Are there still sixteen nations?”

  She laughed and wasn’t sure if he was serious. “Nineteen in total, has been like that for as long as the books date back.”

  “More than I remember... some must've divided."

  “Just means more to conquer. Valan is protected by Bianca; we have strict borders because of the Kan family to the north. They’re a bunch of smelly cannibals.”

  A woman name? That can’t be the man with the scar, doesn’t match his face… and I don’t remember him having tits either.

  “Do you think I will find the succubus at Sekoi?”

  “A story of one hiding a succubus would spread like a disease in Valan, the whores gossip even with full mouths.”

  “Perhaps I should meet with this Bianca, kill her, drain her.”

  “Yeah, well, she’s a lot stronger than a baby boar.”

  “That was… a baby…?”

  “Don’t let the grey hair deceive, that little cutie was probably a few weeks old at most!”

  He fell to his knees and looked at his hands in appal. “These hands once crumbled empires, and now they get fucked by baby boars. I do not have my weapon; I do not have my powers; I do not have my trophies of my victories; I do not have my castle; I do not have my clothing; I cannot kill my opponent to strengthen myself, what do you expect me to do, frolic in this forest and feign joy just to lie to myself? You have doomed me, Snow, for me to regain my power and grant you immortality you would need to live a dozen lifetimes. In twenty years, you will slow, less easy to protect, and when you die of old age all of this will be for nothing.”

  “Then you’ll just have to conquer fast this time. Think you can climb on this horse, or do you want me to give you a boost up?”

  The horse gave Death a frightened side-eye and an annoyed huff. Snow fed it a carrot from the saddle’s storage.

  “I call her Esroh, I know, such a thoughtful name. If she ever dies, we shall get a second horse and call it Owtesroh. No? Not even a smile? Hard crowd.”

  “I shall get on the poorly named horse,” he grunted. “I should hope you have healers at Sekoi, this wound will get infected.”

  “I don’t have the money for one.”

  “Coin? Ah, right, of course. I thought you said your steed didn’t have a saddle?”

  “I may have lied a little.”

  They mounted the horse.

  “Give me that wounded hand,” she said. “Don’t move too fast, let Esroh get used to your weight.”

  He obliged her command. She wiped it clean with her spit and covered the wound-holes with crushed petals and dirt, wrapping it tightly with a filthy cloth. She loved how much larger his hand was than hers, creeping her fingertips up each of his fingers like they were a shiny trophy, then squeezed herself through the gaps and held his hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Holding your hand.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s how people show affection. I’m showing you affection, Death, don’t you know how people show love?”

  “Never heard of it,” he grunted.

  “Have you heard of this?”

  She pressed the bandaged hand against the skin of her stomach and slid his hand under her clothing. He felt her breast, but not very well, the cloth took away the feeling. So, with his other hand, he did the same thing by his own desire. He exposed them both to the forest and carefully cupped it in his hand.

  Death couldn’t see her face, but she was flustered, quick breaths like a frightened bunny after a thunderstrike. He pressed his palm against it, happy with how small yet soft they were, then gave each one a small squeeze that made Snow hold in a moan.

  “Do not do that,” Death said. “I am examining. This is not for my pleasure, only for information.”

  “You are good with your hands,” she whimpered. “They’re so soft, like clouds.”

  “My hands are not clouds. But yes, I am good with my hands.”

  “I wish I was Souleis,” she whispered.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Could you go lower?” she said, not repeating herself. “I have another place you could explore if you’re willing. Nice, wet, warm, I’ll keep your hand toasty with my thighs. I promise it’ll be quick.”

  Degeneracy has spread in the nations in my absence, Death thought. I have never seen a woman so full of lust and sin.

  She purred even harder after thinking about how their first time would truly be their first experience. She squeezed her legs against the saddle, trembling slightly and resisting the urges to kiss his hand and start begging.

  Instead, she removed the gap between them, hoping the warmth of her ass would make him want to fuck her then and there.

  Death didn’t even notice what she was doing. He scraped a nail over the goosebumps of her breast, then chuckled.

  “Don’t laugh at me,” she squeaked.

  “These things feel funny,” he said. “I got these on my arms once after killing my final foe.”

  He released her breasts and pulled her clothing back over them.

  That wasn’t a terrible experience, they both thought.

  “They are to my liking,” Death said. “I would like to see them when the time is right. Now, Snow, tell Esroh to start moving or I will eat her, I am famished.”

  “I can’t wait to be immortal,” she whispered.