Reincarnated as the Only Human

Rhefia PoV

Thoroughly exhausting these two took me a lot of time, and while I was very happy to have done it I was also just kind of going through the motions since my mind was elsewhere; at least after the fifth or sixth round the sex started losing its luster, and instead I was just... thinking.

That didn’t stop me from moving my hips nor did it mean I couldn’t make these two women cum like fountains whenever I wanted, but it did mean that my own personal enjoyment from this was... somewhat lackluster, though not by any fault of theirs.

Honestly the sheer wetness that Renna ’offered’ was only beaten out by that one time I had fucked Christina, and that was an unfair comparison since the Queen Bee literally produced a honey-esque substance instead of normal fluids.

Fucking the Duchess had been one of the best fucks in my entire life, and draining my balls inside of her before switching over to pounding my purple haired minx of a wife was sheer bliss, but bliss couldn’t really snap me out of my mind right now.

So now that they were both panting and in a somewhat unconscious state, I slid off of the bed and made my way downstairs to get the box before heading back to my bedroom, which I still felt weird being back inside of.

Opening the box and gingerly pulling the practically destroyed helmet from the small pile of armor, I took a long breath and just stared at it, tracing my finger along its warped edges and wondering just what had happened to my Dama in those final moments.

Was Fenkar right with what she had said?

Was my Dama thinking of me and nothing else during her last minutes of life?

If she could see me now would she actually be proud of what I had become, or would she have told me to do something differently?

I had so many questions that just would never get answered since there was no way for me to ask, and although I had thought I had accepted that so long ago I just... felt my eyes stinging while my heart clenched so uncomfortably inside of my chest.

It had been so long since it had happened yet it still felt like yesterday when I had gotten the visit from the masked Chaplain of the Valorous Dead to be informed that my Dama and her entire company had been killed.

When I had opened to door to find the blood red robed warrior priest who had walked amongst many different heroes and soldiers for so many years, my whole world had crumbled around me, and hearing that quiet, calm voice deliver such thunderous news still rocked me to my core even today.

I could still hear those words if I really thought about it, while the emotional wounds had never properly healed thanks to what had happened afterwards with Giselle; there had been enough time between the two that I should have healed, but who would have thought that pushing yourself into something else completely left little time to properly deal with things..?

Gently tapping my thumb against the cheek plate, I stared at the metal in my hands and found myself wondering what I could have done differently and how things might have turned out, only for my mind to stop completely when if felt someone tapping my cheek instead.

When I looked up I was expecting Astra, and there was a part of me that was thinking maybe even Renna would have come over and laid that gentle touch on me, yet who I saw was neither of them.

”Hey.”

A simple greeting came from the lips of a calm Deerkin that shouldn’t have been here, and for a moment I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, wondering immediately if I was actually passed out atop Renna’s soft body or-

”No, you’re really seeing me. Hmm... Hearing your thoughts is definitely not something I ever wanted. You always seemed to be somewhat good at hiding your thoughts, but I could always see through you... Not like this though.”

Her voice was just as I remembered, while the slight upturn of the corner of her lips made the handsome Deerkin look so confident and assured of not only herself but of everything around her too, something I could never emulate.

”Meh, I just don’t have an expressive face. Your Mother told me that many a time, and I thought I had worked on it but then... well... Anyways, this isn’t a dream. Seems that after my final battle part of me got stuck inside of my armor. Wasn’t for vengeance or anything like that, just... strong ties.”

Brushing her glimmering hand over the metal in my own hands, my Dama nodded slowly before gesturing for me to follow as she made her way silently to the door; as I stood up she said ”Keep the helmet in your hands, that’s really what I’m tied to.”, which caused me to clutch the metal tighter than I had anything else in this world.

Stepping out of the room, the two of us made our way downstairs towards the couch, and after a moment of looking around my Dama just nodded to herself and lowered herself into her chair, crossing her leg like she used to and sinking back into the leather.

Taking a look at her properly for the first time, I noticed that her body was seemingly completely physical, but there were large spots on her that had that glimmering look in much more condensed spots than normal.

”It turns out that killing most of another company tends to spur the remainder of those soldiers into a bit of a rage. I lost count, but I was stabbed many a time before I finally died. But that’s enough about that...”

”Enough..? Dama, you were-!”

”Killed in battle, yes. We both know the story well enough, Rhefia. I don’t exactly have all day so I would prefer discussing more interesting and less ’stabby’ topics, hm? Like... oh, I don’t know, whether or not my one and only daughter has actually done something for herself or not? I don’t have any knowledge of what happened between then and now, so do catch me up somewhat. I noticed the two gorgeous women in your bed, so I suppose we can start with them.”