Chapter 35: Your Favorite Waterfall (2) ❤️
"Sika," he whispered internally, stepping deeper. "What's going on?"
[You don't have all of Finn's memories.]
"What? Why not?" He sank further, cold water crawling up his chest.
[Yes, you have most of them. But there are pieces—important ones—you don't.]
"What do you mean, important? I thought his life was just random adventuring."
[Not exactly. He had secrets. Big ones. Secrets even you won't find easily.]
"How do I get them, then?" he asked, frustration leaking into his voice.
[Triggers. Physical connection to a place or moment helps unlock them.]
"What kind of secrets? Will they matter later?"
[Yes… and no.]
He fell silent, letting the cold water wash over him. "Tch. More damn mysteries on this cursed journey…" he muttered, closing his eyes.
[And, as always, you're ignoring another important detail.]
"Oh, come on—what now?!" he snapped. Jake glanced over, startled by the sudden shout.
Finn coughed awkwardly, pretending he wasn't yelling at a voice in his head. "Alright, what do you want?" he whispered to Sika.
[Seriously? You didn't notice? Ugh, sorry—this one's protected. I can't just tell you.]
"$+#&#-$," he swore in every dirty way he knew.
[Wow. Color me impressed—your curse dictionary is growing.]
They spent most of the day near the waterfall. But as the sun sank behind the treetops, Jake had to leave—Lady was waiting, and he needed answers. Still, a strange sadness tugged at him. This fear of losing Finn again… it wasn't going away.
Once alone, Finn exhaled in relief.
Finally.
He peeled off every stitch of clothing and slid naked into the cool water, sighing deeply. "Ahh… way better."
Then a thought struck him. A memory. A need.
He opened a portal and summoned her.
Runi appeared from thin air, stepping through calmly—only to freeze as her eyes landed on him.
"Whoa, what the—" the fox girl stopped dead in her tracks.
There he was, completely naked in the water, reclining against the rocks like a king in a natural throne.
She blushed furiously.
And he just smiled.
"Hey—hey! How can you just summon me when you're like this?!" Runi's voice cracked as soon as she saw him, her face instantly flushing. Her eyes darted away, ears twitching in flustered panic. Even though she'd seen Finn naked before—plenty of times—those were always moments that built up slowly, with heat and tension. This was different. Sudden. Bold. Shameless.
Finn, half-submerged in the clear pool, leaned back against a smooth rock like a king on a throne. His muscular body glistened with drops of water, his expression calm… and utterly inviting. He crossed his arms, unfazed by her reaction.
"I don't understand you," he said flatly, gesturing to the space beside him. "Come on—it's your turn."
"M-my turn for what?!" she gasped, glancing at him before looking away again, her cheeks burning hotter than ever.
"To take off your clothes and sit beside me, obviously," he said, pointing to the empty water beside him, his tone casual—almost smug.
Her jaw dropped. "What?! That's way too embarrassing! I'm not doing that!" she shouted, covering her face with both hands in adorable defiance.
"Sex is totally normal for us," he replied dryly. "But undressing and sitting beside me is too much?"
She hesitated. Then, with a shy little nod, she peeked at him through her fingers.
He didn't speak again. He didn't have to.
He was waiting—knowing exactly what she'd do next.
"F-fine… fine! But stop staring at me like that!" she huffed and stomped toward the nearby bushes, muttering to herself.
"Where are you going?" he called after her.
"You're the one who told me to undress!" she shot back, flustered and trembling.
He chuckled. "Yeah—but right here, in front of me."
His voice was low and playful, soaked in challenge. She froze mid-step, visibly trembling. Her tail swished once behind her. Her whole body screamed hesitation—but deep down, she wasn't resisting. Not really.
Runi took a breath. Then slowly, she turned back around.
Her hands moved to the hem of her top, lifting it inch by inch. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. This wasn't like the early days of her heat, when her body had taken control. This time—she was fully aware of every second. Every gaze. Every inch of exposed skin.
Her top slid off her arms, followed by the tight wrappings beneath. Her round, full breasts bounced free, nipples already stiff from the cold air and Finn's intense gaze. She avoided his eyes as she unhooked her waistband, letting the last layers drop until only her delicate panties clung to her hips.
She crossed her arms over her chest, standing there, half-naked, breath shaky. "A-are you happy now?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Finn tilted his head. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
She froze, then looked down. Of course. The last piece.
Wordlessly, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and bent forward, sliding them down her thighs and past her knees. The breeze kissed her bare ass, and she shivered—not from cold, but from how exposed she felt.