The Orc remained immobile, not too sure what to say or how to act.
The Lust Goddess's wings stretched lazily, casting shadows over the cave's entrance. Her heels tapped the stone rhythmically, ticking like a clock at the passing of each silent second.
"You're different," she said, tilting her head, strands of pink hair catching the moonlight. "Looks like even Orcs can change, when given the chance."
"I have changed," the Orc answered with a nod.
"You sure have," she chuckled. "That meal did something to you. Not just the scorpion meat. Your soul has changed. It's warmer. A bit more full."
He stared for a moment.
"My soul?"
"Yes, your soul." The Goddess Of Lust answered plainly.
Her gaze dropped to the twin blades in his hands. "You should get something to hold them in, strap them to your back maybe."
"How would I do that?"
"By being creative." She shrugged.
"Hm… I'll think about it."
The Orc scratched his chin.
"What is it?" She asked, noticing his intent to ask something.
"Nothing. I just noticed that the blades are shorter than the scorpion's tails.
"And?"
"Weapon Synthesis used those tails completely, so I'm wondering why it doesn't seem that way."
"Think about it." She smiled.
The Orc did so. A couple of silent seconds passed.
"Part of them were placed into the blades, while another part was consumed by the Skill."
"Why would they be consumed by the Skill?"
"Because… It needs to consume something, right? I didn't feel myself getting tired from using the Skill. While I do have a Mana Stat, I do not know how to use that, and I did not feel any different, so my Mana wasn't consumed either. Part of the Required Materials are used for the Synthesis process."
"Correct." She nodded.
The Orc furrowed his brow.
"Part of the tails were converted into Mana. Breaking up the Materials, fusing them, moving them around… All of these things consume energy." She added.
He glanced at the blades. "I see."
The Goddess leaned forward slightly, her hair spilling down over her bare shoulders.
"You now have weapons forged from revenge, anger, hatred, survival… And just a little bit of lust. How does that feel?"
The Orc didn't answer.
"Are you thinking about her?" she asked.
The Orc blinked, his left eyebrow rising.
The Lust Goddess smiled again. "The blonde Elf girl. The one in the cage."
His hand flexed instinctively.
"Ahhh…" She sighed. "Thinking about another woman when I'm in front of you. It's a bit insulting, you know?"
"It is?"
"Of course, it is! How can that be surprising to you?"
"Well…" The Orc scratched his head. "I am an Orc."
"Pfft!" The Goddess threw her hair back. "Before that, you are a virgin."
"..."
"Tell me…" she asked, her voice a bit more mellow than before, "which of us is more beautiful?"
He looked at her for a moment, scratched her side of his head, then looked away..
"That's the correct answer!" She laughed.
"Hm?"
"You should never answer that kind of question. It's a trap. It's entrapment. Though you should think about something to say. Silence is a bit..."
"I thought it was the correct answer?"
"The intent behind it is. You can answer without answering."
"Hm… That sounds complicated."
"To a virgin it would." She nodded.
The Orc let out a sigh.
She stood, wings rising behind her in a flourish, and then lowered herself from the ledge, landing soundlessly on the ground in front of him.
"You owe me, you know," she said casually. "For the blades. For the system. For not letting your soul out."
The Orc raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I do."
"Well?" She stretched, her hands behind her back, arching slightly. "How do you plan on paying me back?"
"I haven't given that much thought. What do you want?"
The Goddess smiled mischievously.
"A massage."
"A what?"
"Overseeing worlds is no easy job. I get tired and stressed," she explained , already turning her back to him and sitting down on the grass with her legs crossed. "And you've got strong hands, Orc."
"Fine, I guess." There was only one problem with the request.
The Orc sat behind her, awkwardly.
He did have an idea about what the world meant, but no idea how to actually give one.
"How do I do it?" He asked.
"Try your best" She nodded with a chuckle.
"Okay."
Her hands passed behind her head, pulling her luscious hair out of the way, revealing her enticing neck and bareback.
Her scent which was previously faint, became much stronger after her hair moved.
His hands hovered before her bare shoulders for a moment.
He gulped.
The Orc's gaze moved up and down. Left and right.
"I can't believe she gave you a name though." The Goddess sighed. "If anything, I should be the one to name you. I am your mother, after all. A mother of sorts."
The Goddess waited, but the massage didn't seem like it was coming anytime soon.
She frowned and turned around slightly.
"Well, well…" The Lust Goddess smirked. "What an expression you have on your face. And you're breathing so heavily."
Indeed, the same burning sensation had started radiating from his sternum.
"What would she say if she saw you like this, Naranca?" The Goddess asked with a mocking tone. "You want me, don't you?" She slowly turned around and got on her knees. "Inches away from me…" The Goddess whispered, crossing her arms below her breasts and causing them to pop up. "Can you feel the heat?"
She arched her back and looked away.
The Orc gulped. The hands that had been hovering above her back now hovered inches away from her majestic breasts.
"You want to touch me, but you're also scared of touching me." she whispered with her sexy and shiver-inducing voice. "Scared because of her, because you don't want to be like them, because you can feel it…" She smiled, her face blushing slightly. "I am the Goddess Of Lust."
She tilted her head.
"Touch me, and you will lose all reason. All will be lost, cast away, and replaced by pleasure, desire, and lust."
Huff-
Her voice echoed in his chest, causing goosebumps, shivers, and… Another physical reaction.
"What will you do…?"
Huff-
"Virgin Orc?"