Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 83: Innocent Nephilim

The conversation left Oberyn conflicted. On one hand, Rav insisted that Oberyn come along - on the other, Ezra was clear that he wanted Oberyn to stay behind, where it was safer.

"You’re still considering your choices," Rav said with a calculated stare. Even inebriated by the Calico herb, he was still sharp as ever.

"Of course," Oberyn said. But his preference was clear - of course he wanted to go.

"I worry you’ll be no safer if you stay behind than if you come with us," Rav explained. "I have a sinking feeling you might try to do something stupid if I leave you back, like hunting the Magician of Thorns by yourself with Deek."

"Wh-" Oberyn started, but it was too late to feign surprise.

His shoulders slumped. The Ferin was too wise for his own good.

"Damn, Rav."

The catboy stretched big and wide. "What can I say?" Rav chuckled. "One doesn’t become a Great Sage by not realizing the obvious. Then, are you decided? You’ll come along as well - put this Magician of Thorns business aside while we tackle my mission?"

He knew Ezra would be angry if he agreed.

But he agreed.

"Yes. I’ll join you."

The tip of Rav’s tail curled into a heart. "Excellent! Stupendous, some might say. Ah - there was something else I thought to ask you about as well. I could tell by the stupid look in Ezra’s eyes earlier that he wanted to ask me something in private, but I might as well chat with you about it first, hm?"

"What are you talking about now?"

I’m your mentor now. I’ve committed to mold you into the Magician you are destined to be - physically, magically, spiritually - and also in the ways of the world."

He stood and sauntered over to his drink station.

"I need a drink for this. You need one too. Trust me."

"A drink? You just smoked that Calico stuff for five minutes straight!"

"Yeah, they’re better together," Rav said with a smirk, handing over a glass of his signature bourbon.

Oberyn had tasted it once before. It was the nastiest, most throat-scorching drink in existence.

Rav clinked their glasses together and downed his in one go.

Oberyn hesitated.

"Come on, come on," Rav coaxed. "Just this once, in the spirit of enlightenment."

Sighing, Oberyn tipped the glass back. The bourbon scorched its way down his throat like liquid fire. He coughed violently, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

Rav chuckled and raised his empty glass again in mock toast.

Oberyn coughed again, trying to swallow the rest to wash away the taste - but it only made things worse. Some of it came out his nose.

"Agh!" he wheezed, holding his throat and dry heaving.

Rav scooted over and patted him on the back. "Hey, it’s all good, man. You took that like a champ. That was like... three shots at once."

Oberyn smiled weakly.

"Now," Rav said with dramatic gravity, "let us talk matters of the heart."

"What are you on about now?"

Rav laid down on the couch, his head falling on the cushions right next to Oberyn’s leg. He peered at the Nephilim, upside-down. A little high off Calico herb, and, shortly, a little drunk off the bourbon.

"I couldn’t help but notice you reading volume two of one particular series," Rav smirked. "That’s where things start to get good, hm?"

Oberyn turned bright red, immediately realizing what this was about. "I -" he said quickly, but Rav interrupted.

"It’s quite alright," Rav smiled, still upside-down compared to Oberyn. "I can assume correctly that you’ve not gone quite as far as the two in the books though, hm?"

"I don’t..." Oberyn began, but his guard was lowering itself naturally. He had no qualms about talking about this stuff with Rav - his trepidation was from Ezra, second-hand.

"I want to. But Ezra was a little nervous about...you know..."

"Hmmmmmmm?" Rav’s ears perked up.

"Well, I suggested that I do the sex first, so I could know how it’s supposed to feel in there. But...he was anxious about that."

Rav snorted. "Ah. That’s - you’re a gem, Oberyn."

The Nephilim continued to blush. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"If you can get Ezra to agree, I’d be happy to give you both thorough research opportunities. After one night, you’d both be quite prepared to perform either role splendidly."

"Hmm...I’ll definitely bring it up to Ezra, then," Oberyn thought aloud. "I know he was nervous to try it out."

As always, the implication soared high above Oberyn’s head.

"Yes. Do that," Rav said teasingly. He knew full well how Ezra would take the suggestion - but it was delightfully mischievous to make Oberyn the one to make it. It might soften Ezra’s disappointment that Rav and Oberyn conspired against him on the matter of traveling north together.

"It would be for the best, wouldn’t it?" Oberyn said. Now the Nephilim was hyping up the idea all on his own. "Since Ezra and I are both new to it - virgins, I believe the word is..."

Rav slid off the couch. "Perhaps I can leave you both with a gift to ease the nerves. One moment, little fairy boy."

Rav sped off on a cloud right out of the den, returning in less than a minute with a small black bag. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The Ferin handed it to Oberyn discreetly. "Here you go," he said, not bothering to explain its contents. "You show that to Ezra - I’m sure he’ll know what to do with it all. He’s a smart cookie."

Oberyn peeked in the bag. There was something long and stiff inside, as well as some type of cream or ointment. Nothing he’d ever seen before.

"Oh, and - lest he asks in a reviled fashion - it’s never been used before by anyone. Well, except Alcor...but that’s sort of a moot point for Ezra now, isn’t it?"

Oberyn accepted the bag gratefully. "Thank you, Rav."

"In the spirit of being your instructor on life and all things, maybe we should have you refer to me as ’Master Rav’ or simply ’Master’ instead, hmm?"

The Ferin was truly pushing his limits with this conversation - the Calico and alcohol obliterated any sense of inhibitions he might normally have.

"You got it, Master Rav."

"So nice to catch you when you’re in one of your submissive moods. Now, run along, Oberyn. Your man awaits."