Kitten And The Big Bad Wolf

Azariah confession

Azariah.

.It was only a few days subsequent to the battle that Cerberus showcased his remarkable abilities. The reasons elude me, yet I experienced a surge of exhilaration upon witnessing his swiftness and strength in combat. However, I am aware that entertaining such thoughts is inappropriate.

My utmost priority entails maintaining focus and upholding a vigilant stance. Frank has diligently established our encampment, while Kitten has gathered provisions, leaving the duty of protection to me.

Cerberus has been absent for a span of three days, and I hope that he chances upon any leads to trace Ruby's whereabouts. Nonetheless, my foremost concern lies with his well-being. I question the reason behind my thoughts veering in this direction.

After a considerable amount of time had elapsed, our camp was finally prepared, and a nourishing meal was cooked. We awaited this repast with eager anticipation.

"Exemplary work with the culinary preparations, Kitten."

"Thank you, Azariah. I exerted my utmost effort. However, I do find it challenging to concentrate in Cerberus' absence, and I miss his presence."

I discerned the manifestation of concern in her eyes.

"He will be fine. His knowledge and skills are sufficient to navigate any challenges. Therefore, please refrain from undue worry."

I could not allow her to perceive my own apprehension; it was imperative to maintain composure. Nevertheless, deep down, I genuinely believed that he would emerge unscathed.

As I instructed them to rest, I stood watch over their slumber. Frank's audible snores confirmed his state of sleep. Suddenly, a voice uttered, 'You also harbor feelings for him, do you not?' I pivoted around, and there stood Kitten.

"I am uncertain about the implications of your insinuations."

"I have observed the manner in which you regard him, Azariah. It is permissible if you harbor affectionate sentiments towards him. Neither he nor I would become envious," she reassuringly conveyed.

Kitten's words caught me off guard, although an element of truth resided within them. I do possess sentiments for him, yet I cannot vocalize them, I pondered silently.

Kitten peered at me, perplexed, and urged, 'Come on, express yourself! Why do you exhibit such nervousness? He is an exceptional individual, so confess your emotions.'

In an outburst, I retorted, 'No, it is not like that,' and hastened away. I found myself uncertain as to the reasons behind such a vehement reaction.

As I fled by the lakeside, fatigue overcame me. Why do I experience these emotions? I am aware of my own inadequacy and believe that I am undeserving of love, and that no one could ever harbor such sentiments towards me.

Under no circumstances can I divulge my true feelings to anyone.

I suddenly hear a noise, causing me to grab my sword and exclaim out loud, 'Who is there?' After a minute, I hear a voice from behind me, instructing me to put down my sword. I turn around quickly only to find Cerberus standing there.

'So, you have finally returned,' I say, my hands trembling uncontrollably for some unknown reason.

Cerberus starts laughing and asks, 'Did you miss me, Azariah?' His comment causes me to blush, and all I can manage to say is a simple 'no.'

Cerberus walks towards me, his strong scent making my heart race. He grabs me and holds me close.

I confess to Cerberus, 'I like you, Cerberus, it is evident, and I cannot hide it. However, we cannot pursue anything further. You will not like what you discover about me; I am not ordinary.'

Cerberus surprises me by stating, 'You are not merely a high elf; you possess some demonic qualities.'

I express my surprise and question him, 'How do you know?'

He responds, 'I healed you and sensed your soul. I know more about you than you realize. I am familiar with your emotions, what motivates you, and even your physical being. Within reason, I have knowledge of everything.'

Cerberus places his hand on my crotch, whispering in my ear, 'I know every secret you are hiding. However, I promise to keep it to myself, and you are safe, my dear Azariah.'

His revelation causes me to blush even more intensely, realizing that he already knows and accepts me.

In the midst of my embarrassment, I inquire, 'What about Kitten? How would she feel? Does she know?'

No, she doesn't, but that's fine. It can remain your secret. Share it with others when you are ready.

Upon hearing Cerberus say that, I experienced immense joy and a sense of calmness washed over me. However, I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't seem to care. Does he possess knowledge about all the things I hide?

That night, I engaged in a conversation with him for a while, and I was pleasantly surprised. I wished for the night to prolong its duration.

Finally, I summoned the courage to disclose my situation. My physical form undergoes changes in gender, yet my appearance remains relatively the same. I am unable to control this phenomenon, and I am unsure of its cause, whether it is due to my demon lineage or some other factor.

I feel ashamed of these occurrences, and I am at a loss regarding what to do.

Throughout my life, I have been subjected to ridicule.

Unable to hold back my tears, Cerberus suddenly enveloped me in his arms and offered soothing words. He assured me that everything was alright.

Unexpectedly, he kissed me. It caught me off guard, and I exclaimed, 'Cerberus, I love you.' His response was, 'I know.' Despite not receiving the response I expected, it was alright. All I desired was for him to continue holding me.