Chapter 145: *Tail Shaking*
Aside from the vaguest sense of Litty talking the entire time, Kir didn’t recall any of the journey from the General’s tent, aside from there being a haze over everything and people especially. Most of the demons gathered were a more solid-seeming red or near to it in terms of power. Everything was so bright and loud and the wind on him felt so cold.
The first thing he did when he arrived was stumble to his cot, which had thankfully been cleared of the dungeon loot and his weapons, before collapsing to lay down.
Even that act sent monumental shocks throughout his body as he struggled to reign in the queasiness that came from having every bit of him rendered more sensitive. He could feel his clothes against his skin, and as Noir tried to ask Litty a few questions, he stripped out of his shirt and lay heavily against the padded surface, feeling every breath as it entered his lungs. He tried to close his eyes to the inside of the tent, which seemed too bright despite the lack of any internal source.
A moment later his eyes shot open as he felt Noir’s hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, are you alright? Can I get you something?" His voice boomed in Kir’s ears.
Overshining him, but more obvious on his wool, Kir saw a reddish-pink aura. "Black pink," he said, a little giddy as he touched Noir’s fuzzy chest. The soft sensation, along with Noir’s hand on him, felt so detailed. So warm.
"If I’d known you’d be this loopy, I’d have gotten Amarena out of the fighting pit," Noir started to withdraw and Kir grabbed his arm.
"Please stay. You feel nice..." Kir said.
"I’m not sure that’s a good ide-" Noir grunted as Kir pulled him into a hug. "-ah-hagh~."
Hugging Noir felt so nice. Like a fleece blanket with a bit of firm muscle under. He felt it as Noir’s heartbeat sped up by the second. Felt the heat as it started to build lower along Noir’s body, even through his pants.
"Kir... this isn’t a good idea..." Noir gulped.