Battlemamono: Lolimon Chronicles- Entry #1: The Elegant Moonlight

My mother, true to her Luvloon roots,  would always say to me as a child, “love can come in any shape or form…” and that “There is no such thing as perfection, except when you’re in love.”  

Given the nature of the world, where a man could marry any sort of woman he pleased, I felt inclined to believe her. Even so, the days slowly turned into years, and I became old enough to be considered a man by society. My coming of age, which normally meant my First Bond ceremony, came and left without the usual celebrations and marital bliss. I chose to forgo the traditions of old, much to the shock of my poor mother and father’s hearts. Upon being pressed for the details by my distraught parents, I relented and told them simply “I don’t have anyone that I’m in love with.”

Over the next three years, I watched enviously, as one by one my childhood friends came of age, and went through with their own First Bonds. Time and time again my distraught mother introduced me to several charming women, but none of them felt like the “one”. When I asked my friends why they chose to Bond with their wives, they would all simply answer “It just felt right?” with a nonchalant shrug of their shoulders.

Along with the end of the third year, my mother’s hopes of her son ever marrying died with the sun on the horizon. I could tell it hurt her greatly to remain unattached for so long- especially with the other men of my age already having taken two or more wives by this point- I simply could not allow myself to Bond with a woman I did not love. 

Like my mother, I was starting to feel that I would never fall in love.

…That was, until I met her.

It was spring, the season of floral romance and refreshing spring showers. I lazed about, sitting on the edge of the town square’s fountain.  Married couples and Tamers alike walked the streets, arm in arm with their beloved, or in the case of others, it would have been more accurate to say they were entangled in their own love for each other as they strolled lightly along. I grew tired of watching the feelings that I had never felt, and envious of their strong ties. I made ready to depart, feelings of anger welling up inside at my own solitude.

It was then that she entered my line of sight.

 She carried a large, intricately designed parasol loomed delicately over her small frame, shading her from the rays of the warm sun as she walked past. Her tiny hands gripped the handle of her parasol so lightly, it looked as it would fall any moment. Her skin was pale, yet to me, they looked even more beautiful than the gentle rays of the moonlight on a summer evening. I longed to see more of her beautiful complexion, but alas, the combination of her parasol’s breadth and the flowing sleeves of her dress denied me such pleasure. Before I had realized, I had began to lean to the side, carefully watching as she glided slowly before me. I managed to catch a glimpse of her flowing locks before-

*splash*

I found myself awoken from my reverie, finding myself  drenched in the fountain waters. I could hear the distant chuckles of the observers who had seen me falling head first into the water. I grew both furious and embarrassed at myself, and made movement to stand, when I noticed a small, familiar hand stretched out before me. Unable to believe it, I took hold of her hand, afraid that when I took hold it would disappear like fine mist between my fingers. 

To my surprise, her hand remained held within mine. I decided to risk gazing upward at the face of the woman who had come to my aid.

She was a small framed woman, no taller or physically mature than that of a child; yet she held an air of unshakable maturity…and mystery, about her person. Her light blue eyes as they met mine seemed to be  infinite, as if I were staring straight into the depths of eternity. The curls of her lustrous hair framed her small cheekbones, her luscious pink lips pursed demurely as she met my gaze. She stood on the edge of the fountain, the light of the sun outlining her in a radiant glow. From where I sat dazed in the fountain’s waters, holding on to her seemingly fragile hand, her presence spoke that of a queen; her beauty eclipsed even that of the radiant  sun-…no, it was if she were the very light of the world itself.

She stood on the rim of the fountain where I had once sat, and with one of her petite hands, she pulled me to my feet with strength that seemed inexplicable for someone her size. I blushed deeply, embarrassed at my folly and for staring so long, and thanked her repeatedly. Whether it was a trick of the light, or my imagination, for a moment, I would have sworn I had seen her smile. Not sure of what I had seen, my curious eyes wandered to her lips. “Midnight, tonight.” I saw them mouth silently, before she removed her presence from my hand that held it. Despite the continued laughter and calls of the observers in the town square, I stood transfixed in the fountain’s waters. I remained motionlessly as I watched the shape of her parasol disappear from view amongst the crowded street.

I returned home quickly that day. Although my clothes had partially dried out on the brisk walk, the legs of my pants and the sleeves of my shirt still dripped water as I stumbled absentmindedly through the door. Immediately my mother began to fuss over me worriedly, demanding an explanation while hurriedly pressing me to change into warmer clothing and pushing me towards the door of my room. She gave me the courtesy of privacy while I changed, however she continued to press for an explanation through the door.

As I finished explaining what happened earlier that day-while leaving out my midnight rendezvous, I opened the door to see my mother with a peculiar smile on her face. Without explanation and with a light hug, she literally flew out the front door of the house. In her unexplained hurry, she had neglected to close the door behind her. With a light sigh, I closed it and returned to my room, my thoughts occupied by the mysterious woman I had met in-…at, the fountain.

My mother did not return for several hours, well after the sun had set on the horizon.
When she returned, she made no attempt to explain her sudden departure, and when I asked, she would grin cheerfully and tell me not to worry about it. Eventually I gave up trying to pry the information from her as she flew about the house humming a cheery tune.

About ten minutes before midnight, I rose from my bed. My thoughts were filled with the mysterious woman from before; I could feel the anticipation running through my veins. Distracted by my eagerness, I neglected to notice my mother’s presence until reached the front door.

My mother didn’t question why I was out of bed so late, or even why I was attempting to sneak out the front door. She had that same oddly cheerful smile that she had worn earlier. She pecked me lightly on the cheek, and said “Put on a jacket, it’s cold outside.” before fluttering off to her and my father’s bedroom, humming that same tune as before. I returned to my room, rifling through my things, and put on an overcoat before closing the front door gently behind me.

She was already there, sans the parasol she had been using during the day. Without it, I could see her in all of her beauty. Her hair was tied up into a small bun behind her head, while two bangs curled wonderfully alongside her face. Her hands were as small as I remembered them. I hadn’t noticed it during the day, but her dress was the color of spilt blood, awash with shades of the night. Those very eyes I had gazed into what felt like an eternity reflected the light of the moon. As she sat under the basking light of the moon, her regal atmosphere still remained. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest; it felt so loud, I was afraid she would hear it and think me a fool.

Whether she heard the sound of my heart on that silent eve, or had merely sensed my presence, she turned her eyes slowly to me. I could barely make out the outlines of her lips moving in the moonlight. “Well?” she mouthed, and patted the open space next to her with her hand. Without hesitation, I took her invitation promptly beside her.

I could hardly believe my luck, to be next to this mysterious and beautiful young woman…and for once in my life, I felt nervous around someone of the opposite sex. I could feel my face grow warm, and my heart kept beating louder until I was sure it would burst…

“Candy.” Said the unfamiliar voice, calling me back to the moment at hand. It took me a few moments to realize the voice I had heard was that of the one next to me. I looked down, and in her hand, was a piece of candy. When I looked at it, she repeated herself, a little more impatiently this time and pushed her hand closer to mine. I took the candy from her gratefully, however confused, and unwrapped it slowly before popping into my mouth.

It was bitter.

I coughed a little, the bitterness was so overwhelming.. I didn’t want to risk offending her, so I eventually managed to get it down.

 “Better?” she asked simply, before I could question her about the candy. I thought about it, wondering how downing such a bitter piece of candy could possibly make me feel better-

Until I noticed that my nervousness had went away. My heart was beating at its normal pace as well. The bitter shock of the candy forced me to focus on nothing else but the bitter sensation inside my mouth, and had turned my attention away from the strange feelings that I had only moments before. I started to wonder if she had known I was nervous, and had given me the bitter candy on purpose? The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

 I looked at her with a newfound gratitude, and nodded my head. She reached into a pouch at her side and pulled out another piece of candy. This one was wrapped differently, and she offered it to me in the same manner as before. I opened the wrapping and tossed it into my mouth.

It was sweet.

As I sucked on the sweet candy, she looked at me with one of her eyes. “You were nervous.” She said with that same leveled  tone. Even so, I couldn’t help but feel attracted the sound of her voice. It was both comforting and alluring…as if the angels of ancient times bestowed their holy blessings upon her at birth. “If you act nervous…” she continued to say. “…then you will make me nervous, too.” She finished as I swallowed the last of the sweet candy. Both of her eyes were on me now.

 “May I ask for your company this fine evening?” she asked demurely. Her eyes seemed to be penetrating my soul. I stood hastily, voicing my approval quickly. She rose to her small feet gracefully and offered me her hand. I quickly took it in my own, and she began to lead the way.

For the rest of that evening, we walked and walked along the moonlit streets of the town. I learned her name was Amelia, and that she was a wandering Loligoth unattached to anyone. She spent her life traveling from town to town, looking for the one to call her own. In turn, I told her of my own life, of my mother, my father, and all of my friends and their wives. I hesitated to tell her of my own un-attachment, for fear that she would take it the wrong way and believe that I was hitting on her. Even so, I enjoyed the time spent in her presence, and I longed for the sun to never rise. I wished that Amelia could have been the one to be at my side, now and forever.
 

As the cycle of nature took it’s turn, the sun eventually did arise on the horizon. Reluctantly, my time with Amelia had come to an end. Together, we watched as the moon had fallen beneath the evening sky as the morning claimed the horizon on the other end. With the end of the evening, it was time to part, however much I didn’t want to.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening” she said, with a small smile playing about her lips. During our evening together, not once had I seen her smile fully. How I longed to see the essence of happiness across her face, but to no avail. Even as she said this, she neglected to let go of my hand, which she had held in her own the entire evening. With her other hand, she reached into her pouch and retrieved two candies. I recognized one as bitter, the other as sweet.

Then she let go of my hand.

I missed the warmth against my own sooner after, however she needed her hand free to open the candy she held. To my surprise, she opened not the sweet, as I had expected her to-having learned of her affection for sweets earlier that evening- but instead, she unwrapped the bitter one and promptly popped it into her own mouth.

With a little twitch that seemed rather out of place coming from her, she smashed the candy between her teeth, for the first time revealing the sharp fangs that lined her mouth. It dawned upon me then why she had never smiled so openly; she must not have wanted to show her teeth to me. When I thought about it that way, I couldn’t help but feel that perhaps she had a cute side to her, underneath the regal atmosphere she carried herself with.

 “Were you nervous?” I asked out of curiosity. She had fed me the bitter one herself when I was nervous, so I couldn’t help but wonder how she felt now. It was for but a moment, but I could see the color red color her cheeks.

She turned away from me, and popped the sweet candy into her mouth. At the same time, she also grabbed my hand in her own once more.

“May I accompany you to your home?” she asked rather shyly. I could feel her hand fidgeting against mine. Amelia had told me of  the effects of sugar on her body…I couldn’t help but feel nervous myself.
 

“Of course.” I said equally as shyly, and guided her along the street to my home. Shops and bakeries began to show signs of life as the shop owners and workers began to prep for the new day of work as we passed on our way home. The further we walked, the more she began to fidget and huddle closer to my arm, grabbing it with both of her arms. She seemed to be growing even more restless as we walked. I couldn’t help but grow even more nervous as time passed and the sun rose higher.

Soon enough, I reached my home with Amelia clinging to me, her breathing heavy and her face flushed. My mother greeted me at the door, and with that same knowing smile, let us inside, heading out with my father as we headed in.

We were all alone, in my house; just the two of us…

She tugged at my arm then. “H-hurry…” she said anxiously. “My body…feels hot…”As I looked at her, she seemed even more flushed than before. I could make out beads of sweat starting form on her face. As I glanced at her pouch of candy, I noticed that it looked noticeably smaller than it had when she asked to come home with me.

 “Hurry…” she repeated, breathing heavily now. She looked at me with her blue eyes, pleading. I swallowed audibly, resisting the urge to act on my instincts right there in the entranceway. I lowered myself close to the ground, and without warning, I lifted her up with my free arm. I could feel the warmth of her body burning against my chest as her face flared crimson. I could feel her desire melting the air around her.  I walked quickly to my room, almost breaking into a run as her shoes slipped off of her feet.

Without bothering to close the door behind us, I set her down on my bed, quickly climbing on top of her. I wanted to feel her burning body against my own; I wanted to tear off her clothing and ravish her, make her mine. She let out a low moan as I kissed her neck, slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress as I did so. Her skin almost burned against my lips, although it only fueled my desire for her even more. My lips soon found my way to hers as I slipped her out of her sleeves and lowered her dress with my hands, exposing her pale flesh to the light peaking through my bedroom window.

She wore no bra, and her fleshy pink nipples lay exposed to the open air. I moved south, my mouth caressing her breast, while my hand teased her left. With my other hand, I ran my fingers gently over her inner thighs. She would moan heavily the closer my hands went to her womanhood, before sliding away and frustrating her even more. Even though she expressed displeasure at being teased in that manner, I could feel her desire welling up even more. It wasn’t much longer before she couldn’t stand it.

”T-…take me n-now!” she managed to command of me  between gasps for air and her rasping moans.

I managed to pull myself away from her tiny and tender breasts, and placed my hands between her flesh and her underwear. I could see the stains her love juices left on her panties as I reached for them, forming a damp and sticky spot. I pulled her panties off one of her legs, leaving them hanging around one of her feet, hanging off one of her still stocking clad feet. I played with her clitoris, pinching and squeezing it between my fingers, enjoying the sweet moans she let out every time I applied pressure. Her love juices began to flow freely from her crevice, and I exposed my manhood to the open air.

She gasped, and I lowered myself at the entrance of her hot and sticky tunnel. Without teasing her any further, I complied with her earlier command and shoved my manhood into her waiting crevice.

 “Aah!” she cried as I entered her. I felt her clench down tightly on me as she winced in pain. I glanced down and watched as her virginal blood mixed with her juices. I started to pull out-
 

“No!” she cried angrily when she noticed what I had intended to do. “Don’t you ah!- dare stop!” she commanded, and slammed her pelvis against my own. “This…” she said as she slammed into me again, crying out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy “pain…is…” she said as she pushed against me, grinding my manhood deeper into her hot cavity. “nothing!” She pushed herself away again, and as she was about to come back down I met her with a thrust of my manhood.

This time she cried out loudly, and grabbed hold of my arms tightly and clenched down again, threatening to make me release deep inside of her body. “More! More!” she cried, a slave to the pleasure she felt, ignoring the pain as I thrust again and again into her sticky tunnel. I grabbed hold of her tiny waist, and began to pump relentlessly, in and out, in and out, barely giving her time to breath before she’d moan again and again. Our bodies were burning up with lust, it felt as the only way we could put out the fires of our soul was to stick as close to one another as possible.

 “Amelia!” I cried. I wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel my manhood ready to burst. “I’m almost…there!” I warned her. Instead of slowing down, she clenched down tightly onto my arms with that same strength she had displayed at the fountain, refusing to let go. She wrapped her tiny stocking clad legs around my waist, refusing to let me pull out.

“Inside!…Do it inside!” she moaned deliriously, and impaled herself upon my manhood one last time, clenching tightly as she finally reached orgasm. The resulting vaginal contractions were too much. The feeling of her juices coating my manhood, the warmth of her insides pressing against me, made me lose control. I thrust furiously as my seed escaped from my body, staining her insides white.  

I collapsed on top of her, naked and exhausted. As my feelings of lust evaporated, I felt a strong warm feeling remain. It felt warm, like the feeling of Amelia’s hand in my own. It sounded like the tiny heartbeat inside her chest that I could now hear loud and clear now. I wanted to make that feeling grow, that warmth inside my own heart.

 “Amelia…?” I had asked her wearily. She managed to lift her eyes long enough to look at me. “Will you accompany me?” I asked her, nervous yet again.

She looked at me, gazing into my eyes for what felt like an age. “For how long?” she asked, as if testing me.

I smiled. “For the rest of my life.” I answered.

For the first time, she smiled. A nervous, but happy smile. I could see the rows of her glistening teeth, and I felt honored that she was comfortable enough to show me.

 “I would be honored.” She answered, and quickly dozed off to sleep.
I smiled, and pulled the sheets over us both, and tucked her safely into my arms.

As I fell asleep, my last thoughts wandered to what my mother always used to tell me.

I think I’ve found perfection, mother.