Duskwood Legends [English Version]

It's about (never) giving up

🔞⚠️WARNING⚠️🔞

This chapter presents explicit adult content, not suitable for an audience of minors.

It doesn't contain information useful for the development of the plot or the continuation of the narrative.

Only towards the end, some information is given about the man without a face, but this will also be reported in the next chapter.

The present chapter can therefore be skipped if you feel uncomfortable about reading it.

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"So? Where were we?" He tosses the sweatshirt he just took off to the side, dropping it near the foot of the bed. He remains with his torso raised above me, shirtless, as he stares at me with a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips.

I bite my bottom lip in a teasing attitude. "Who knows, uhm, I don't remember exactly, would you tell me?" I lift my left leg, flexing it, and bring my knee close to his bottom. I tap lightly on it, trying to push him down with his torso on top of me. I return the smile, but still keeping a lascivious expression etched on my face.

"Ah, you don't remember?" He feigns offense, leaning over slightly with his chest and reducing the distance between our bodies. Using both hands, he lifts my sweatshirt slightly, uncovering just my hips. "Mhm, this should jog your memory."

He rests his fingers on either side of my belly, moving them first slowly and then... Frenetically.

No, I can't handle tickling!

"N-no, no, no Jake!" I scream like crazy, starting to laugh and kick. I try to unseat him, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the side, but to little avail. "Jake, tickle nooo..." I continue to squeal and laugh out loud, as he continues undaunted to pounce on my poor hips.

"What did I say before?" He asks, suspending the tickling only to squeeze my wrists and lock them in the firm grip of his hand.

I catch my breath amidst the laughter that, though he has suspended the tickling, I can't stop. "T-t-that you'll only stop when I beg you to f-f-for it." I mumble out of breath.

"Exactly." He gives me a mocking smile, gripping my wrists tighter, simply holding them enclosed between his thumb and middle finger. With his other hand he resumes with the tickling, moving in a sudden gesture under my armpit though.

I start laughing again out loud.

Please stop!

"Jake, ahaha, I give up!" I beat one leg simulating a gesture of surrender. I have tears in my eyes from the great laughter.

"Eww...wrong words." He continues to tickle me all along my body, impassive.

"O-okay okay, ahah, I'm begging you to stop." I squeal, now at the edge, with no more air in my lungs. And with no more abs, I might add. I haven't laughed this hard in forever, my face aches.

"Good." He interrupts right after my words, bursting out laughing. He moves my arms to the side, still locked in his grip, to manage to lower himself on top of me and snap me a kiss on the lips, not too gentle.

Pant pant.

I inhale and exhale at the top of my lungs, trying to catch my breath quickly and regularize my breathing. I raise my eyes to meet his, which seem to sparkle, amused by the scene that just ended. I attempt to tease him: "Actually, from the way you were talking, I was hoping for something else..." I arch my back to press my body against his as much as possible. "You know, I'm a bit disappointed..." I have to bite my lip to keep from bursting out laughing again.