Happy times were always fleeting. Before he knew it, Renato had spent another thirty days and nights in the deep underground cavern.
Those days had slipped by in tender intimacy, so quickly that he had scarcely had time to savor them.
Now, Renato crouched on the ground, his face expressionless as he reached out to stroke a "Mind Flayer."
The monster, composed of a pinkish-gray brain, curled up beside his feet, its moist surface gleaming in the psionic light.
The "Mind Flayer" gave a soft whimper, like a puppy enjoying a good petting.
As Renato's fingers gently traced its folds, the "Mind Flayer" trembled slightly beneath his touch. Several short neural appendages emerged from its surface and rubbed against his wrist ingratiatingly.
Watching the Aberration's movements, Renato could not help recalling the "role-playing games" he and Klauthsura had played.
The beautiful, tall female Dragonborn had once lain beneath him, rubbing against him like a pet...
Scenes of pleasure surfaced one after another in his mind, making the corners of Renato's mouth lift involuntarily before he quickly suppressed the smile.
His life over the past month had been nothing short of wild. Even now, looking back, he still found it absurd.
Ever since Renato and Klauthsura had spent that entire night entwined in what could only be called a "union of body and soul," their relationship had plunged downward like a runaway train.
Their first few encounters had still held a measure of hesitation and restraint, but as Renato's "limits" kept slipping, those reservations had dissolved completely in their daily intimacy.
For Renato, there was little entertainment to speak of in this rudimentary colony. Even the occasional battles were generally handled by the slaves, without any need for the swordsman to intervene.
Having absorbed the blood of a Legendary Dragon, Renato