I cannot fathom why a fic with a 'muscle junkie/meathead with the most disastrous blood transfusion in human history' (yeah, I'm talking about our MC) gets so many audiences even if it's not updated in like...forever.
Fou-sama and proto Merlin is mighty indeed.
PS. I'm calling Fou a 'he' for the sake of convenience. I'm well aware that our holy furry is gender-free.
Chapter 3 Wet Dreams are SUS!
A waft of nectar. The enticing aroma of flowers.
I was ensnared in a dream, so soft and inviting, like a lover's embrace.
"What shall you choose? Child of the beast, line of man. To live with your eyes closed, or to die with a smile."
A beautiful woman smiled at me. Her ruby eyes sparkled like shattered gems, while her white hair brushed softly against her unblemished skin which was accentuated by the skin-tight black clothing she was clad in.
Her pink lips curved into a mischievous smile, and a long tongue darted out only to tease the corner of her mouth, beckoning me to fall into their obnoxiously sweet trap.
My heart seemed to skip a few beats. I opened my mouth, eager to let forth the emotions that were building up inside...
"How about neither, you child predator?"
"Chil‐wha, what did you just say?"
"Or is it some kind of new cult invitation? I'll have you know, sneaking into a minor's bedroom at midnight dressed like an aroused cougar is not impressing me, nor is spouting ominous stuff about my future. I'll trust my tarot cards before I trust you!"
A long silence settled down on the sickenly alluring dream. It felt harder to breathe as if something heavy was sitting on my chest.
Then...the child predator started to chuckle. The chuckling soon turned into full-blown laughter.
Alerted by the sudden shift in the mood and the supposedly radical change of her unstable mental state, I tried my best to put some distance between her and me, only to fail when I found out to my dismay that, no matter how much I scurried backwards, the distance never seemed to change.
Horror Chuthulu Dreamland for you.
My hypothesis about her case of pedophilia-fueled psychopathy only solidified when her face suddenly turned around in classic Japanese horror style, with her neck in full 180 degrees rotation, and her face contorted in what seemed like a mixture between sexual ecstasy and mad scientist-like intellectual curiosity.
To be honest, I nearly wet myself.
The predator's mouth morphed into what could be best represented as an animalistic smile- a form of intimidation for carnivorous beasts. And in that chilling, seductive voice, she whispered.
"Now...I shall remember you."
...You know what they say, a hentai is a hentai, even in a dream.
So, I did what any kid must do in that situation.
I fucking screamed.
Little did the poor boy know that he did the one thing he MUST NOT DO.
He succeeded in making the half‐succubus interested. He made her, an inhuman being almost incapable of empathy, intrigued by his existence.
And if there was one thing Merlin was certain about herself, it was that she would hound him to the very ends of the earth if it meant fulfilling her desperate thirst for amusement. A thirst she herself never realized she had till now.
To think that an inhumane halfbreed such as herself would find such human joy alluring…
No human male should have been able to resist her seductions…yet this child…
Could this be the power of the Old Beast Blood…the unpredictability of one born in blood?
Chuckling to herself, she patted the head of the unconscious boy affectionately, as a mistress does to a rowdy dog.
"GRRRRRRRRLLL"
A low growl pulled her out of her reverie. Smiling at the Beast that didn't look all that adorable now, she inclined her head in mock surrender.
"I know Cath Palug. He is under your protection. You needn't awaken your instinct of Primate Murder."
With a small giggle, she snapped her fingers, enveloping herself in a whirl of flower petals. When the petals settled, she was nowhere to be seen.
Azure would have had a mental breakdown if he realized how close he came to getting laid.
What he had experienced was a form of magic that connected dreams with reality...a magic quite similar to what humans call a reality marble.
Indeed, without the beast who had adopted him, he would have been a goner. But again, it was precisely because of the adoption that Merlin had taken an unnatural interest in him.
Oh, the sweet irony!
With the threat now gone, Fou crawled over the sleeping boy and covered him with a wool blanket by tugging it with his mouth.
At least he was un-molested. God knows what a rabid Merlin would have done to a child's helpless flesh.
"Foooooooou! Merlin Die Foooooooooooooou! Foooooooooou!"
That night, the howls of an indignant Fou were heard as the tiny protector howled at the moon.
His child now had an obsessive stalker, and it was up to him to stop her. He shall not fail.
Meanwhile, Azure was once again happily drooling while bundled up in his wool blanket like an oversized caterpillar.
"Aok...nee...nooooo...you can't break Tou...nee's mystic eye killers...uuhhhh...pineapple pizza is damn heresy...zzzzzz"
All was well.
No, before any of you ask, this is not a Bloodborne crossover. And no, Azure is not thrilled at the possibility of getting laid by a predator with great magic skills.
In my opinion, Proto Merlin is worse than Merlin because she feels little to no remorse or regret. Poor Azure.
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X-kalibuuuur, over and out.