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Curiosity Towards the Unknown	By : Shep Category: +S through Z > Tales of Symphonia Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Deception?
My consciousness returned the next morning as many of my senses alerted me of my…activities…during my sleep. My index finger was inserted well into my pussy, and my juices saturated my hand. My nipples were on fire, erect and needy…and instantaneously the dreams of last night ventured quickly back into my mind.
            The common frame of thought is that humans are incapable of dreaming about…sinful actions, such as intercourse. If mind readers exist...and I pray that this is a false notion, then that theory’s practical basis would have taken a rather devastating blow. In my dreams, I had given Zelos head, he had came multiple times on my face, shooting me with loads of sperm, my breasts had been sucked, my nipples so mauled to the point of pain, and my pussy had been thrust so many times that my only logical explanation for my...position...waking up must stem from me imitating the actions with my fingers…
            Ahh!! I am failing in my procedures. Usually, I am capable of not only planning out my actions but also carrying through with them with uncompromising efficiency. Today, this morning, I am but another…horny…teenage girl who is craving sex. I literally slap myself, and that helps me refocus as I attempt to salvage something from the remains of my incompetencies. I dress in my usual attire, straighten my pigtails, a bit sloppy, and amateurish, but I don’t have time for more sophistication with fashion…such an over exaggerated part of life…yes, I tell myself these musings to at least pretend to feel like myself again…
            Prior experience and common sense tell me that Zelos must still be hiding something; he has certainly indulged in keeping things…under wraps…before, as I think back to our journeys together. He is proficient at it, and I simply need to redouble my efforts to reveal his insincerity, his egocentrism, his…
            The moment he gives me a hug and offers me breakfast, all of my cold calculations fall into a black hole. I can’t stop my reaction to hug him back.
            “Good morning…”
            “Hello, rosebud!” His eyes sparkle. Those emerald green eyes, saturated with such a menagerie of emotions that it becomes intoxicating attempting to sort said emotions out… “…You ok?”
            I have been lost in them for 1.4 seconds too long, in my estimation. “I am…I am just…so well rested that…um…” What a flawless start on my behalf.
            “Hey, don’t worry about it, sit down, eat! Nothing too heavy, but full of protein!”
            His cooking continues to impress me, and I greedily eat, almost forgetting everything I had thought about when I hear Zelos state what must be a vital mistake on his part.
            “You know, Presea, I actually had a…ulterior motive for asking you here. I need you, and I would like you to…” He stares at me, hesitating.
            Ha!! I had suspected this. Zelos would love to continue on from last days…positive interaction and give me delectable food, and now he finally will…beat around the bush…try to make me stay for a longer duration…I finally have my wits about me and feel my ice cold glare returning for the first time in a while. It effectively cuts off his sentence.
            “I had…suspected this. Zelos, you have not changed in the least…” My fists clench. A heat of a different sort than last night runs through me.
            “Wha—no, wait, Presea—“
            “I have no intention of staying here. My purpose involves uncovering your constant philandering, your ego-centric motivation, your…” My eyes start watering…the most unnecessary physiological reaction possible. “...Your perpetuation of using women, like me, as sex objects, as fornication tools!!!”
            “STOP! Presea, I—“
            “NO! YOU listen!” Although a foot shorter than he, I gain the upper hand. Sometimes simpler words and phrases indeed are better at making a point. “You almost…ALMOST….convinced me in believing in a different person from what you had shown in the past, but you have failed. Imagine when the public hears that you tried to seduce an innocent 14 year old. And do not think that I don’t know how far my own status carries. I may not be a Chosen, but I am known throughout most places in this world. Your womanizing stories may have been kept secret, but when I spread this to our closest friends…you will fall, you…BASTARD!” I jump up, brush off his extended arm, and run out of his mansion, crying.
            Crying. That’s the action my ‘victory’ has produced within me. I have finally put a chink in his pompous mind, he will not be respected anymore, for good reason, and here I sit, with cascading tears pouring down my smooth cheeks.
            Why…? I know the answer, I think. I truly did want him to change…I really…really wanted him to change. It’s a common mistake we youths make…individuals dedicate unreasonable chunks of their lives trying to please that one person…I did not make such a time investment, but considering the progress Zelos seemed to had been making…he seemed to possess everything I wanted…this culminates in a hurt so painful it has triggered this embarrassing response.
            As soon as my tears subside, I am refocused. It is time to return home first, in order to get my bearings. I am unsure how to proceed with my plan; how to spread word in a timely and efficient manner; I have Zelos’ letter for evidence, and it is dated, so I would need to act fast.
            ...I calm myself down as I enter the familiar woodland of my hometown. Ozette has always comforted me, even after the fire and destruction two years prior. I am both thinking and acting hastily, both of which are uncharacteristic of me, and will no doubt hinder any success I may be searching out of this recent emotional turmoil. I force my heart rate to slow as I ascend the winding path up to the main town, to surround myself with the people who I have finally begun to earn the trust of.
            Apparently my discomfort is evident. Gale, the lumberjack who had offered a…meeting…before my departure approaches me with a look of worry.
            “Presea…? Where’ve you been? You had us all worried!” I highly doubt that everyone was worried about my absence…but with Gale…I do believe it.
            “I apologize. I was…in Meltokio.”
            “Oh? Hauling more wood to the city?”
            “No…um…personal business.” The truth put in its most wrapped form.
            “Well, you look tired…want to eat at my place? Soup’s hot!”
            I am struggling to hold back the urge to accept…but I am in no mental state to afford Gale any substantial conversation; I would hate to make things…awkward…
            “I apologize…I am...very tired…” I look down towards my secluded cabin, and the loneliness that I have been trademarked with suddenly has become a burden of immense proportions. Still, it is not the right time…
            I regret this thought, as he can’t hide the disappointment and slight frustration. I really have no excuse this time…
            “Oh…ok. Some other time then.” He walks off. With not nearly as much hope as he had when last I saw him. Why am I like this? I may have cut off another potential relationship right here and now.
            *You should have eaten with him, fucked him, sucked his cock*. That’s what my immature hormones have as a message for me. Just to feel his meat inside me, to absorb his sperm in my mouth, taste him, reaffirming myself that it would NOT be Zelos who would get to have sex with me first…part of my hormones message certainly rings true. Alas, my footsteps are my only company as I trudge back to my humble dwelling.
            The solitude envelops me. My former comfort of beautiful nights alone has lately been degenerated into frustrating, slow hours with no substance, nothing memorable to make me look back and think ‘Yes, that was a great time I had that night…” I contemplate masturbating, but though it has been a long time since I knowingly pleasured myself, my frustration with…everything…stops me from doing the deed. Instead, I spend a restless night alone, dreaming of nothing. An empty, soulless night.



“Miss Presea!! Miss Presea!” I absolutely despise sudden, loud introductions to my morning. The day has already begun worse off than I left things last night. I wearily walk to the door, still in my vest, thankfully not nearly as immature as I was the morning before, my body wet with my own juices, fingers deep inside my vagina. I open the door with not a thought of courtesy.
            “What is it?”
            “The-the Chosen, Miss Presea, he—“
            “WHAT? I shall find my axe.”
            The absurdity of that must have been overwhelming, because the mayor of Ozette has grabbed my arm with surprising strength.
            “No! Miss Presea, he has submitted a proposal to the town!”
            Oh, isn’t that convenient. I can quite imagine the dictation scrawled on his ‘proposal’. The fact that Zelos signed it makes it considerably more valuable than it should be. I can imagine it. “To the people out in the sticks of Ozette, I, the Great Zelos, have been wounded in no small way due to the non-compliance of one of your residents, Ms. Presea Combatir. She failed to let me strip her naked and fuck her teenage body, and most disturbing of all, did not swallow my sperm. Due to this outrage, I am requesting that you hand over this girl so I may use her forever as my personal sex outlet, and in return I will not bring back the fires of destruction to your petty little village. Signed, the magnificent, omnipotent Chosen, Zelos Wilder.” Yes, that is what he will be saying…but instead of this prediction, I merely state to the mayor,
            “Is that so?”
            “Yes!” His shock is replaced by…joyous enthusiasm? “The Chosen wishes to extend a business decree that would link a substantial amount of our lumbering activity to businesses in Meltokio!” My head tilts.
            “…Meaning?”
            “Well, we have gained quite a few people recently…we have more people to work and not enough jobs to supply them, but Meltokio has so many houses and buildings in need, like those in the slums for example…”
            I am taken aback. The slums…hard work…assistance without direct donation or dependence…there is no way Zelos could have organized this in the previous six hours…this is what he wanted to talk to me about!!
            “I…I am very enthusiastic about this, Mr. Mayor, but…why does this concern me?”
            “Well, he was insistent on making sure you, as the head of our working force, would approve of this; he said, and I quote, ‘She won’t want a free handout, she’s too strong for that. Make sure it’s O.K. with Presea.’”
            He does know me…better than I would have…hoped.
            “Ahem…Mr. Mayor, I think it would be best to talk to him personally…is the Chosen here?”
            “Just follow me to the village, and –“
            “YES!” I cut him off and leave the withering middle-aged man to sputter some nonsense as I race up the path, not caring about my lack of grace or fashion. Yes, I know what you are thinking as you are reading this, that my reaction is clichéd, and that I am unnecessarily giddy, but…Zelos has changed.
            I find him in the midst of the activity, generously talking with all the men, women and children of the village, making time for them, looking at our wares, examining details that he surely cannot honestly find the least bit interesting. Bending down to fluff a boy’s hair. Smiles are permeating the village.
            I take it back. I want him to have me. Whether it’s the realization that Zelos has changed, or whether it’s just been too long since my last loud orgasm, I want to end up in Zelos’ bed tonight.
            Forcing myself to retain a composed mindset, I walk up to the Chosen. Guilt swells up as I try to make eye contact.
            “Zelos…I…” He waves his hand dismissively.
            “You had every right to do what you did, Presea; my reputation preceded me back there, and that reputation until now has not been one that I have been particularly proud of!”
            “Still, I was…” I hate admitting this… “…Immature, to run out in such a rash fashion. Please, let’s continue as if our conversation hadn’t ended.” His eyes turn soft, and I can feel mine latching onto his with relief, knowing that I have not severed any special bond that I am sure had been forming between us.
            “Sounds good to me! As I’m sure the mayor has informed you, I’m offering the lumbering segment of your town’s work force a proposal that will give you both more work and more revenue.”
            “I have heard…how is it that you trust us with such a big responsibility? If we don’t meet your quotas…Meltokio may resent us forever.”
            “I am not worried in the least.” He looks at me with pride. I am going to kiss him very soon, things cannot get much better. “You’re a great leader, Presea. The people here work as hard as you do. With your people’s work ethic, you’ll not only quickly repair any further repairs to Ozette, you can make it thrive! You have the materials, and you will soon have the money to improve things even more. I have every confidence in that. So, will you sign?” He offers me a clipboard of sorts with the legal jargon of our agreement written out, complete with Zelos’ elegant signature.

“You can count on us, Presea!” One of the workers reassures me.
“Yeah! We’ll give it all we got!”
“Go for it!”
I smile. I had no idea I had this kind of support…until now…
“Yes. I will sign.” I take the quill and submit my signature, and need to stare at it a moment to see how wonderful it looks next to Zelos’. I have fallen hard now. My own judgement is again faltering.
“Ok! That does it! Well, my job here is done! Goodbye everyone!” Zelos turns his back on me, and leaves to the well-wishes of Ozette’s population. My screams of praise are not heard, because I am silent, shocked, not able to move, until I catch up with him just inside the town’s boundaries.
“Zelos!!” He turns, surprised.
“Hm?” What? What an abnormal reaction! ‘Hm?’ What does he think I’m going to say to him?
“You’re leaving? I thought…”
“Um…” he looks genuinely confused. “Did I forget something important...? Something in the fine prin—ahh!!”
I have locked my arms around his torso, pressing my mounds into his abdomen. Maybe he’ll notice my breasts now, I think, before I open my emotional dam.
“Zelos…what about…all of your generosity…the food, the private room all for myself, the date…” I frown, looking like the little girl that I still must be, desperately locking on his eyes with my shimmering blue sapphires.
“Presea…I mean…I had to get you on favourable terms with me, I knew we left our journey together on not the best terms.”
“This…convoluted chain of events…was simply to establish a business deal? What about your letter? You had said…that you wanted to help me…explore…and I was trying! And I want to! Can’t you—“
“Presea…I’m sorry you took it the wrong way. I have a lot of respect for you…you know that from this contract we just signed…I knew that it would make an impact with you if I addressed your personality…don’t get me wrong, I DO want you to grow…I just…”
So this was all about business…yes, he does want to help, and he’s doing great work…but where am I in all this? Alone, as I always have been. That’s why he never touched my ass, or looked at my breasts…he was never interested in me. But damn it…I would like so much for the alternate reality to be enforced…
“You’re still young, Presea…you have a whole lot more to experience, and I’m about the worst possible person you would want to do that with…”
“Zelos…you’re wrong…I…”
“Goodbye, Presea. Let’s keep in touch. Trust me, this is for the best.” He kisses me on my forehead with all the passion of a chair, and then the comfort and warmth is gone. His…gorgeous…red hair is the last thing I see as he disappears behind a rise, and I am left to the wind and my natural surroundings. One with nature, with no one by my side.
Tears have become dominant in the past days…I have never been emotionally unstable like this…if this is what I have to look forward to, give me the cold-hearted robotic slave that I was previously…I cannot take this. Life is not fair…I am not nearly as strong as I had previously assessed myself to be. Men are ridiculously complicated, and my emotions only further complicate this, as does my tendency to over analyze things to the point of being indecipherable. Oh, how my hormones must hate me right now…
After a couple restless hours at my cabin, I realize I am not going to sleep tonight. I step up the path towards the village. Gale is home. Attractive, alone. He likes me. I’m…horny. I could go right into his house, strip for him, lose my virginity, moan and scream…achieve at least something from all this turmoil, perhaps it would let me move on. My nipples and pussy certainly agree. My mind though, can’t help but give me some signs of hesitation. How many more regrets am I going to manufacture this week? It seems that whether I do something or fail to act, it makes no difference; I am destined for isolation and confusion. Should I at least take care of the isolation part, if only for a few hours?
The silence of nature offers me no signals preferring one action over the other, and I gaze at the lumberjack’s house, hot and wet, confused and hesitant, my body hurrying and my mind waiting, as I debate whether to become a…dirty girl…for the time being. I bite my tongue, absorb all of the events and emotions that have bombarded me relentlessly during the past days, and decide…
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