WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Todor opened his eyes looking at the ceiling of a car. His head was leaning on something soft while a hand caressed his hair. It felt warm and gentle. His stomach started to growl as if he never saw food in his life.

"You are awake," Cassandra said as her face appeared above him. Todor realized his head was on her lap and that they were in a car that was moving somewhere.

"I am hungry," he said without thinking. He tried to figure out if he dreamt No Terror or if it was all real.

Cassandra laughed, her breasts shaking in mirth right in front of his eyes. He tried to get up but Cassandra pushed him back.

"You are not moving anywhere. It turns out these mooks that attacked us were as much after me as they were after you," she said moving her hand through his hair again. "So, just relax there. We will stop to get some food along the way before we go to the Governor's mansion," she went silent for a beat before she added: "You saved my life, thanks."

"You saved my life as much as I did yours," Todor said, a bit of petulance entering his voice. He hated praise he didn't deserve because that would mean he will have to work harder to be up to the standards everyone else expected of him.

"We are going to Governor's mansion why?" Todor asked closing his eyes and enjoying her touch.

"Because of your friend's buddy, the Governor ordered us to come," Cassandra said. Todor heard someone else fidgeting. He turned a bit to see who else was in the car with them, but all he could see were a front sits.

"Whose car is this?" he asked snuggling his cheek on Cassandra's thigh. Realizing what he did he froze for a second. Oh, well, it seems she doesn't mind, he concluded as Cassandra continued to pull her fingers through his hair.

"It's Governors. General Felixsos got a call from her while you were napping, so she sent this two suits to 'protect us from further incidents'," Cassandra laughed. "They might be high-level sorcerers but I bet they would have kicked the bucket when those two golems showed up."

Todor just smiled at that. She is just putting airs in front of the governor's people.

"Hope I can afford to fix my car," Todor said as his stomach roared again. He didn't have the strength to move much.

"They moved it from the street and took it to the city parking lot," Cassandra informed him. "If it can be done, I bet you will be able to do it."

"Don't toot my horn, Cass. You haven't known me long enough to have such high confidence in me," Todor said honestly.

"It's not the kind of horn I want to toot right now. So shut your tuskless mouth if you want to find out what I really want," she said jokingly.

"Oh, no, stop, you are moving too fast," Todor said deadpan.

Before he knew what happened, Cassandra's hair was all around his face and her mouth was on his. It was just a gentle touch of their lips but it was enough for Todor to feel electrical shock through his body.

"What was that for?" Todor croaked when she sat up.

"In my culture, greatest bond two people can have is when they fight and bleed, side by side. No matter what happens, we fought overwhelming odds together and survived. A worthy tale to add to our life saga," she put a palm on his cheek. Her hand was warm and crisscrossed with scars. "You will always be my battle-brother no matter what else happens."

"You know, in my culture, calling potential partner a brother is no go," Todor said with a smirk.

"Shut your mouth or no horn tooting," she said with a similar smirk.

"Shutting up, shutting up," Todor said fighting a chuckle. "Can you help me sit up? I really enjoy your lap but it would be nice to sit properly."

Cassandra helped him sit upright next to her, draping one arm over his shoulder to steady him.

"What is life saga?" Todor asked looking at her after a short pause.

"Life saga is a collection of memories gathered over the course of warriors life," Cassandra said surprised by the question.

"How are they collected exactly?"

"With a memory stone," she said pointing to her necklace where small triangular stone nested in her cleavage.

"So, memories worthy of remembrance are stored in that magic flash drive, and an entire omnibus of those memories is called life saga?" Todor said and Cassandra nodded. "Best of clips. Cool."

The car drove on and they sat in silence. From time to time Todor or Cassandra would glance at each and other and smile for no reason. We thought we are going to die. There is a reason to smile, Todor thought absentmindedly.

"I am covered in blood and guts. I need to eat a cow worth of hamburgers and take a shower before I meet any city officials," Todor said looking at himself. The coat cleaned itself, smart fabric removing foreign particles in some way. But his other clothing and his skin didn't have such mechanisms.

Cassandra sniffed herself and grinned.

"Yeah, me too. Hey you, knife-ears. Can you stop at that hostel over there?" she said forcefully.

"That was not what we were ordered to do," Anadori in the front passenger seat said in a bored tone. Cassandra put her palm on his shoulder and squeezed.

"You don't want us to offend the Governor with our foul smells, do you?" she spat out in a low hissing voice. The Anadori turned around and his eyes widened. He nodded at the driver and they turned to a hostels parking lot.

While the Anadori driver was ordering food in the fast food joint on the side of the hostel, the other Anadori rented a room for the next two hours. Cassandra half pulled, half carried Todor into the room and slammed the door in front of the confused Anadori. Todor heard him mutter: "Barbarians".

"I'll go get food that other knife-ear went to get for us. You wash up and relax a bit. I'll be right back," she said in a tone of voice Todor haven't heard from her. He just nodded.

After small inspection, Todor came to the conclusion that only his coat and his jeans were clean. I understand why is my coat clean but how did these jeans survive all that without any gore on them. His boots were nasty and dirty but his pants were only slightly touched on the rims. He shrugged and got naked, slowly removing clothes. Pains from cuts, bruises and who knows what else were constant companion since that night with the vampires.

He entered the shower and after fiddling with a temperature of the water for a while he surrendered to the stream of water. The transparent liquid soothed and irritated his wounds at the same time but he didn't care anymore. He wanted the stink of blood to be scrubbed clean. Todor lost track of time how long he was in there. He got snapped out of his reverie with a knock from the door.

"Are you alright?" Cassandra asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"I am fine. Just finishing," he said turning off the water. He dried himself as much as he dared with the rough towel. The coarse fabric making his bruises flare in protest. With only the flimsy towel around his waist, he entered the room.

Cassandra was sitting on the only bed there, an array of food spread over the sheets.

"Stupid knife-ear only got us two cheeseburgers. That is hardly enough! So I went back and got more food," she said proudly waving over her hoard of unhealthy nutrition. "You sure you are alright?"

"I just need some food in me. That potion I took takes a lot of energy," he said angrily eyeing the treasure trove of packed snacks and meats.

"Alright, I'll go take a shower too. You dig in," she said standing up. She stopped next to him and hugged him. "Don't feel bad for killing those people. It was them or us."

Todor just nodded gloomily to which Cassandra landed a small peck on his cheek. Then he heard bathroom doors closing and shower turning on. He let out a long sigh before grabbing first thing on the bed and opening it. He chewed and swallowed without even tasting. Ravenously he consumed the heap until only half remained. He still felt a pang of hunger but now it was manageable. He looked over the wrappings and papers that marked where food once stood. It hit him that he doesn't even remember what he ate there. Well damn, that potion sure gives you the munchies.

He felt refreshed, almost reborn. He laid on the bed finally relaxing and feeling safe. Todor was sure he hadn't fully relaxed since he got dropped into this post Knitting world. What changed? Is it human contact or constant danger that made me breathe a little? His deliberation stopped as Cassandra entered the room ... stark naked.

Todor considered himself a gentleman but his eyes were glued to her. She walked slowly, her hips gently swaying making Todor gulp saliva that suddenly rushed into his mouth.

"Wow, you were a hungry boy," she said, not even a hint of discomfort showing at her own state of undress.

"Very," he said as his eyes moved from her wet hair down across her breasts to her navel. He stopped himself before he could betray his thoughts.

She jumped on the bed laying on her belly with her feet on the pillow next to his head.

"I really need to eat too," she mumbled hiding her eyes with the mess of her wet locks.

Todor's eye wondered from her feet down her legs, thighs and stopped at her shapely buttocks. He didn't dare to move a muscle, his excitement was obvious hidden only by a small towel. It looked like Cassandra had her eyes only on food, deliberately avoiding him for which Todor was grateful. Did she notice my little soldier saluting her and is trying to deliberately not draw attention to it? Oh stars, this is awkward and cringy beyond belief. Why is she naked? Not that I am complaining ... but well I am complaining even though I shouldn't.

Cassandra ate her food, moving her feet playfully. Which caused her entire thigh and bum to slightly jiggle. Like in a trance, Todor gently moved his finger over her thigh. Cassandra let out a muffled yelp.

"Teddy, listen. I know you are injured and," she stopped to swallow. Oh, why did I touched her? "And at the moment it's probably the last thing on your mind ... but since we survived, I was so charged that I can't stop thinking," she stopped talking propping on her elbow to turn and look at him. Her eyes went wide in surprise before a smirk spread across her face. "Or maybe it was on your mind as much as it was on mine," she added cheerfully.

She flipped herself laying properly next to him and bringing her face close to his. Their eyes met as the moment stretched, pregnant with anticipation. Air became charged with a foreboding and waiting for action. They stared at each other, their breath warm on their cheeks. Todor's hand moved Cassandra's wet hair from her face before he even knew he wanted to do it. She smiled, her small decorated tusks bringing an exotic accent to her lips Todor could never see on a human girl. He returned the smile wholeheartedly.

Cassandra moved her palm slowly dragging the towel over Todor's now painful erection. The coarse fabric slid from his engorged member revealing it to her eyes. But Cassandra only glanced in that direction for a heartbeat, her attention glued back to his face.

"It's only fair for you to be naked too," she said, her voice heady.

He quivered at her tone. It was laced with playfulness, desire, innocence and pure happiness of life. They were alive and their bodies rejoiced at that. The pent up frustration, the loneliness they both endured and the mutual attraction that lingered between them. All of it added into a potent mix that turned lust into the force of nature. For some reason, both of them held it at bay by the force their will. Like a dam that is about to break, savoring the moment before the inevitable rush.

The atmosphere between them grew charged as their two naked bodies wrestled with their desires. The air between them was pervaded by electricity that could be felt in their exposed skin. Todor hated that space that separated them. At the same time, they both surged forward, their lips meeting as if only that contact kept them alive. Their fingers explored each other's skin, every movement, every twitch of their muscles sending jolts of craving. This creature next to them was more than a means to end, it was a source of their wants. A spark that kindled their fire after the wind almost extinguished it.

At that very moment world beyond was gone. Todor's palm grasped her breast as she jumped back in surprise, but his arm just flashed forward grabbing her by the hip and dragging her towards him. She let out a breathy growl that was music to his ears. Their mouths linked again, tongues consuming each other, desperate and in need. They were to each other a cup of water to a man in the desert.

Todor gasped as Cassandra grabbed his buttocks and forced him to cling to her, his throbbing member tucked between her thighs. He mirrored her action cupping her ample posterior, savoring the sweet pressure on his groin. Suddenly Cassandra pushed him away before she straddled him. On top him, her crimson breasts beckoned and swayed. He bit his lip trying to contain the fire that flared in his chest. Her eyes shone with a light that Todor haven't seen before. The shyness was gone from her as if it never was and she heaved forward, grabbing his palms and trapping them next to his ears.

Their noses touched as Todor rose his head from the pillow to reach her. Cassandra jerked back slightly, a mischievous smile on her face.

"I'll be gentle," she whispered as she grabbed his erection that protruded between her thighs. She stroked it slowly causing Todor to gasp. Then she rose a bit on her knees as she guided the tip of his manhood to her glistening entrance. With a sharp intake of breath, she impaled herself. Soft wetness of her sex that enveloped his raging wood almost caused him to lose conciseness. It was a long time but it never felt this intense, did it?.

She breathed deeply, as her full weight lay on him, his cock deep in her, twitching as if urging her to move. She arched her back and made a tiny motion that made both of them yelp. Slowly she repeated it, her breaths coming faster. Her movement slowly intensifying, making both of them gasp for air as a shock after shock made their bodies tremble. Todor's palms clasped her hips adding force to her lurches and gyrations. The faster they went the louder the wet sounds became. The glistening fluids of their desire stained their thighs making every succeeding movement easier and more forceful.

Time lost meaning, space was just two of them. Their sweaty bodies reflecting the light of the lonely lamp. The peak was closing and Todor rose to swirl Cassandra under him. She purred as the heels of her feet stabbed into his butt, forcing him deeper into her. For a moment his mind went blank as he started trusting. The delicious sense of Cassandra's hole massaging him with each trust made him harder. Squishing sound echoed in his ears as she moaned. He snarled as he started to pump faster, and faster.

"You are mine," Cassandra grunted under him, her eyes glazed with lust.

His movement turned savage and brutal. He let his entire body fall upon her, her nipples hard chafing into his chest. The trusting motion turned frantic, grasping for anything to give him an anchor, to go deeper. Cassandra's moans turned to yelps as her breasts bounced under him. With the last animal grunt, he grasped her ass as her nails raked his back. She shivered under him letting out a scream of pleasure that overwhelmed his senses. He exploded inside of her, losing himself in that moment. Their brains overwhelmed by a cocktail of most addictive drugs, causing their synapsis to flash in a chaotic manner, bringing their emotions to the highest peak of existence.

He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. They lay there, their limbs intertwined, their fingers slowly teasing each other as they enjoyed the afterglow.

"Now we have to shower again," Cassandra said sweetly, her voice husky.

"Will do it, together. In a minute," Todor mumbled, his tongue unfamiliar in his mouth.

"I wish we could just nap and cuddle the rest of the day but those two knife-ears will drag us out of here if we don't hurry."

"Oh, fine," Todor said with an amused snort.

They rose to their wobbly feet, their palms linked as their entered shower cabin.