Dimensional Descent

Aina's chuckle pulled Leonel out of his thoughts, leaving him speechless. They had entered another world of darkness, and a gaseous blackness flew all around them. On top of that, their lives were being plucked along under some unknown symphony, controlled by composers that likely didn't have their best interest in mind.

What could this little vixen possibly have to chuckle about?

"Look at your face, so serious and so confused. You've spent the last almost three weeks doing nothing but thinking. What is that worth to someone else? A couple months? A couple years, maybe? You're still not tired?"

Leonel didn't even know how to respond to this. For a second, he thought that someone was trying to whisper doubts into his mind and that they were using Aina's voice as a convenient in. But soon, he realized that it really was this future wife of his that was teasing him.

Seeing Leonel's expression, Aina laughed harder.

"Aren't you having too good a time with this?" Leonel finally responded.

"What can I do but have a good time?"

Leonel felt a hand rub at his crotch and squeeze a few times.

"I know what it is," Aina said seriously. "You're too pent up, I haven't been doing my wifely duties."

Leonel blinked, then turned and cupped Aina's face. Seeing the serious look in his eyes, Aina almost stopped her joke completely... until he spoke.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Aina?"

Aina scoffed. "You become a completely new person every other day and I can't change just a little bit?"

Although Leonel could tell that Aina was joking again, his eyes dimmed somewhat.

"I'm sorry."

skipped

pulled in a lot of directions

so much and so frequently, would

probes alone should have

more but

know what your

"Huh?"

daze. He didn't have the brain capacity remaining to even

be logical. And don't give me

at that pouting face, it seemed

of changes in their life. Your parents were different people before they had you, and as you grow, they would grow too. If we marry, and

for you became unconditional a long time ago,

silent for a long time. After a while, his

to seduce me,

"Was it the heartfelt words? The fact we're all alone now? Or was it my hand on

squealed as she was

moved. There were four of them, each one of which had powerful, crimson bull horns, skin as dark as night,

around bare-chested, having nothing more than a beast skin

a leader among them, even down to their heights, they were all of perfectly equal height and build. If not for the slightly puffier chests and longer hair of the

that moment, they all came to a stop

and they looked toward one another. Their blood began to boil somewhat before they

It's got to be those

already stopped looking off into the distance and were entirely focused