He flops me on the swing bed again and tells me, "Your injury is not a joke. Take some rest while I prepare for lunch." He made me excited for nothing!
Guilty of disappointment, I throw a pillow onto his head and he pauses, and then I clamp him on his loins to drag him onto the bed. This is a kind of instance where the woman should make the first move! He's leaning his back on me while I hug him from behind, holding onto my thighs positioning on both of his sides.
"I can take burns and bullets piercing through my body. This is nothing compared to those," I whispered in his ear.
"What? Why'd you do that—!?"
Ignoring his reaction, I strip his shirt in one swipe upward and kiss his neck. I slid the tips of my fingers on the shape of his body with the conspiracy of my sliding toes to tickle him. As I expected, it's easy to push all of his buttons. He turns to face me, pulls my legs to him, and lies above. "Should I just make you faint?" he teased. His weight and shape increased compared to our first night. Just the sight of his body covering me weakens my boundary!
I crawl my fingers on his back as I respond to his gentle kiss—him being careful of my injury. But I press his head down to me, entrapping him in my sticky kisses until he goes deeper. When we're almost at a burst of emotions, the nuisance knocks on the door turns us off and I complain, "Ugh, another..."
Hessuel is slacking off until we heard, "Is anyone home? We are the authorities and we need a word with you!"
"Civil knights!?" he said. Having an uncanny feeling, he clothes himself again and tells me, "Stay here and get some rest. I'll cooperate with them." He didn't wait for my opinion as he left! I sulk on my own in this bed. It seems like Hessuel is a busy person too. I put my discouragement to sleep after I enchant my wound to heal faster, and the knights already left when I woke up again.
I was removing the bandage when I saw Hessuel preparing the food on the dining table. "Where are the knights?" I asked.
"They left after the reconciliation with the seamstress."
"She sued us because of the damages to her property, no? I forgot to fix her shop. I can do that in a snap and pay her double—"
"It is solved. Don't be bothered about it and eat." He pulls a chair for me to occupy that seat. His thoughtfulness causes pricking heat in my cheeks and I couldn't help but fix my hair and dress out of the blue before I sat on that chair. This is when our home starts warming me. The viand he prepared today sure is appetizing and when I take a morsel, the taste brought back the feelings of days full of lessons.
"You made this?"
He answered after he removed his apron and sat in front of me, "No one will feed Hedwelch and Danteleon if I can't cook."
I'm impressed that he turned into a good househusband over the past 5 years. "You're as good as your father!" I praised. He pauses from eating and asks,
"What about father? I haven't heard any news about him ever since I was cut off from the werewolves." And so I told him the whole story as we savored our lunchtime together. I included the progress we'd made in creating Linevr. I sit improperly during the long talk, putting my feet on his lap under the table.
"How's your life with the twins?"
"I thought you've been stalking us through Acro?"
"I'd love to hear it from you."
"They are... as naughty as me when I was their age. Uncle Cor's loss of hair was because of the frustration I caused him."
I scrubbed his hair. "You'll have hair loss before you know it!" I teased and laughed. "I sometimes regret that I consecrate myself to the moon rather than being a mother to them. Their first walk, first word; commonly, mothers know it... but I don't. If only you knew how much I missed my babies sucking my milk...!"
"Dan, you can still experience picking up craps if we go for five more little devils."
"You're determined with those seven kids, huh? Can you sustain them?"
"I should." He reprimanded himself. We further our topic with these 7 things including my ancestral house. Plandreas still has a future and that house is one of the possessions I cannot forsake in this world.
We're washing the dishes together as we talk about our plans for this relationship. I mentioned my plan to retire, marry him, and finally be husband and wife. "I'll stay here officially and take care of the rest at home," I said.
"No," he's smiling, "I'll help in the house as much as I can. For the husband loves his wife even more if she serves him, and the wife loves her husband even more if he helps her with house duties."
I bumped my hips on him. "You do know how to give me romantic lines without cringing me," I said, then he pecked a kiss on me unprepared!
He told me his business plans with Ophelia in the indoor garden—playing with the flowers while listening to him. I'm thrilled that Ophelia became his prospect because of her transportation business. I'm so blessed to witness the beginning of his prosperous business in the future! I noticed his fidget fingers which holds a pricked flower and he said,
"Dan... what if this business fails? What if we reach the point of hunger, that I fail to provide the life you want, or if I struggle to find a way out of debt, will these tempt you to leave me?"
"..." Locking my eyes on him, I gently put his hand down and tip-toe to kiss his chin. "You have what the rich cannot buy, and I believe you can win this. Your success may be slow... but definite," I cheered softly. I won a smile from him as he tucked the flower behind my left ear.
"I like your short hair," he said. This dog has been making me shy!
Outside, he's holding my hand to present to me the twins' playground and treehouse. He sat on the swing attached beneath the treehouse while I spun the punching bag hanging on a tree. "Seriously, they're only five. Why do you engage them in heavy training?"
"It's just a game for them honestly. Besides, living here doesn't mean we'll completely define ourselves as humans. I want to pass down everything my mother taught me and continue that legacy."
"I'm afraid that might be a problem in the future." Technologies will fight for them! Playfully, I come up to the treehouse and roam around up to the window. "You made this for the twins? You're so sweet!"
"They never let me sleep peacefully until I did this, with a carpenter's help, of course."
The windows and door close as I open my spellbook of creation. The dark space glows by the sprouting flowers on every corner, the floor puffs rug, and a small rock transforms into a covered bed; turning the whole house into a cozy natural space.
"That's unfair," he said and sat on the bed.
Then I say, "This is perfect! No one else will knock on the door, no?" I enchanted my handkerchief into a white cloak to cover my whole body. "I've been meaning to tell you, but shall we stop going around the bush and bite the bond?" My dress vanished. I stood in front of him and removed the cloak, exposing my nakedness to him without removing my gaze at his reaction. Seemingly unintentional, he's stiff while staring at my body.
"Hessuel."
That's when he looks into my eyes again. He inhales deeply and asks, "Bi— Bite the... bond?" His stammering made him red.
"And let us talk less."
He stands up in front of me and touches my bite mark. "I knew it. This is why you're light."
"What...?"
"And your..." I found myself stuttering as he groped my bust, waist, and butt! "...You became skinny."
"You memorized my size!?"
"Why not?"
I get it, he recognized the changes in my body instead of my intention! I really suck at flirting! Never had I wanted to sink myself on the earth than this moment!
"Are you okay? You're flushing—"
"My goddess! It's your fault!"
"But you..." He thinks twice while I twirl my hair on my fingers. Now, I am the one flustered as he stripped his shirt off. "I'm the opposite. I gained weight because of stress eating," he said and slapped his tummy. Whatever he sees himself remains a meal for me! But I know he said that to enlighten my mood.
Later on, his hands cupped my neck—all I thought was he attempted a kiss but strangely, he was licking my lips. He's doing it like an actual dog but gently! And then he pauses to rub his thumb on my lips to the tip, gently removing the dryness that seems like bothering him. I'm totally embarrassed until he kissed me possessively, that's when I dropped the cloak completely, pushed him onto the bed, and kissed some more.
He's not as weighty as he thinks and I like it in him—this feels like lying on top of a beefy pillow. Those rough hands are crawling on my nape and waist, truly a professional in holding me. Cutting his feast with my lips, I madly crawled down and uncovered him as well.
His hold on my loins tightens as he becomes stiff and resistant. His reaction pleased me and then I made him respond more. His face was all flushed when I stooped down to him. He blinked his ocean eyes when the tucked flower on my ear dropped on his face before I kissed him passionately. He discards the jammed flower while busy.
I feel he's completely stimulated after teasing him and there's no turning back. Along with my laugh, I flop on the bed as well beside him. "Good wolf," I said, scratching his chin. He held that hand of mine and kissed it, then he kissed the damaged skin on my shoulder up to my bite mark. My navel is already guarded by his arm and slowly, he takes control.
"Don't mind if I do," he said huskily. It tickles when he presses me on my navel to lift me and prostrates me under him. He brushes up my hair on my nape and kisses me there, sucking sometimes. His control over my thigh and waist is enough to make me submit myself to him. It's his turn behind me, reaching the button inside of me that shakes my knees as he kisses the back of my shoulder too.
My back arches. And every time I'm losing in position, he'll pull my hips back to him. He's getting drastic the longer it takes, giving me the sole option to grab the sheet where I can press the pressure. Then later, he holds that hand of mine to grip the sheet too as our bodies wave together to the tip of pleasure. Either I cannot control the loudness of my breath. But it feels relieving to meet this heat in my body again.
He's chasing his breath behind me as he rests, then arises and wraps my waist to raise me as well. Now I'm leaning my back on his warm chest, silently. His one hand is on my navel, tickling me there, and the other massaging my heart as he kisses me on my weakness. I'm freely giving him the space. I cling to his nape and hold his hand on my navel while taking the tickles. I can feel the loud thump of his heart on my back which draws a smile on my chapped lips.
It's good to hear that lovely sound again.
He supports my back when he turns me to face him, positioning my legs on his side, and lays me down under him. Starting here, we become one flesh many times. I still feel embarrassed whenever I open for him! Because, with regard to my womanhood, this is my weakest part and greatest privacy! However, sharing this only with the most important person in my life makes it sincere—the thump of my heart will be genuine love.
Other than that... "H-Hess— Haaah…" My uncontrollable pitch noise is embarrassing! "Hessuel..." This is when I find his name too wordy to moan! He's been pinning my left hand above my head and my other is tweaking his hair. It's getting painful but it hurts so good. Still, I need a break! "Hessuel, s-stop..."
"Shut up," he said while kissing me.
"How dare—" and I cannot speak again when his lips advances into mine.
I guess, never mind. It's my fault in the first place anyway. I savor every second of his kisses and welcome his sensation until he initiates the break. Listening to our breathing and heartbeat for a silent moment and then I watch him bathe me with his affectionate kisses. I let out a breath as he kissed my chest to my navel, then to my thighs, legs and toes. He didn't just memorize my sizes but also the taste of my parts.
Back to my lips, I wipe the sweat from his forehead to his neck. "It's only afternoon. We should get cool," I suggested—just like the routine of our first time. What I wasn't expecting was that he'll take me back to the dome house naked! Fortunately, no one saw us in the woods! Our bath was filled with playful laughter. If the faucet can speak, then it scolds us for wasting water. And again, when we were refreshed, he pinned me under him again to feed me with more pleasure.
I'm powerless already to free my hands above my head from his hand. So I give in. He seriously poured all of his energy into this moment, and to recoup from the dull years! It's so unfair that males are energized with this while females are drained! His tickling touch on my waist and stiffening thrust was all I remember in the latter.
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(Hessuel's POV)
Acro has been scratching a strange letter through his claws. I stretch my arms, feeling stronger than ever. "She passed out."
["Pervert."]
"Her contusion is gone, and so is mine~" I boast on my arm to her, but maybe I have overdone it on her. I tried scratching the letter too but it won't open. The embossed symbol of the moon tells me that this is an unordinary letter. "Where did this come from?"
["Moon."]
"Moon...? I think this message is for Dan... Her calling isn't over yet."
I watched her sleep in my bed for approximately half an hour; her sleeping face gatekept my eye, and I gently slid my hand on the soft skin of her thigh up to her bosom. I cuddle and sniff her shoulder whilst groping her shape. Then when I got bored, I shifted and nuzzled and licked her face but she was still undisturbed. I arranged her position in a more comfortable way before I covered her with a blanket—she was too seductive if I didn't!
Of all temptations chucking my chin, she's the only one I can't resist. I braid her hair, swing the bed, smear her dry lips with ointment, and do whatever kills time while waiting for her to wake up until I find my activities unproductive. I pecked a kiss on her forehead before I left the bed. I prepared myself to leave, wearing a hat for this time, and advised the bird to keep an eye on Dandeline.
"Hessuel? Is anything that mattereth?" The seamstress greeted me anxiously when I arrived. "I was preparing to close the shop in accordance with the curfew."
I lent her an envelope containing an ounce of cash.
"What's this? I thought the misconduct was settled. Don't be consumed by guilt anymore!"
"Yes, but this is for the gown."
"... Oooh! You should've told me." She waves her hand. I just couldn't find the time to speak whilst she speaks. The envelope was slightly crumpled in her hands. "Uhm, about the gown, there's a concern you have to know..." she said. She led me to the room where the customized gown is and was weighed down in disappointment when the situation was received to my knowledge. She told me everything that happened.
"Hrista? She did this?" I asked. The gown I've been spending money on is now torn as a woman's corpse's dress. It's still on the mannequin. Hrista made her claws evident judging from the rifts.
I murmur, "How could I feed a traitor...?"
"I-It's alright! I can repair it again and you don't have to pay for this! It was my mistake to entrust her with the surprise. The only problem most probably is the time. When is the wedding?"
"No. I know an enchantress friend who can fix that."
"I'm really sorry for the inconvenience." She sincerely bows her head.
"Please finalize it once fixed," I demanded—uttering authoritatively as the client. "I'll be off now." I bid through my hat gesture.
"By all means! Thank you!"
To my surprise, Dandeline has been standing outside the room—with an eyebrow raised—when I came out! "Dan..."
"What are you doing here?"
She squinted into the room but my reflexes blocked her view! "Nothing! We're just discussing how to make amends after the incident early this morning," I explained and held her on her shoulders to move her away from the room. The seamstress closes the door for good and approaches Dandeline,
"Oh, dear! What happened to you? I'm really sorry for the trouble, I wasn't aware of the whole story." She examines Dandeline's injury and in my confusion, my mate is wearing that bandage on her head again.
"It's fine. I'm here to purchase formal attire for a ball, not to talk about what hikes up my blood pressure."
"Great choice for coming here! I'll show you over here."
When Dandeline is on her way to follow her, I hold her on her waist to whisper, "Why are you wrapped in a bandage again? Does it hurts?"
"To play victim," she whispered back and left me behind. She's a real victim, I thought at the back of my mind.
The seamstress forgot about the curfew as she endorses a line of formal dresses to Dandeline. I stood beside her and nagged her again saying, "What's the occasion?"
"I received a message from the moon. It's an invitation to a grand ball for all her children including you. So get your own attire! Blue perfectly fits in you."
"That's... mysterious. Is that why you came here?"
"One of the reasons. How could you leave me behind?"
"You were tight asleep, and when I left, you woke up."
"Because you left!"
"..."
She's busy checking the dresses whilst her mouth is busy talking.
"So you were restless when I left? And you can still walk."
"So what? What do you expect? crawl all the way here?"
"I guess I'll make your heartbeat pump more than the usual count tonight."
"Ugh, the sauciness... Don't you dare lest you'll get circumcised twice—"
"Ahem! Um," the seamstress cuts, "we have formal attire for couples right here! Come and see!"
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The shop closed after our instant shopping. "Take care, sweethearts!" the seamstress bids farewell. I hold the bag in my left hand and my mate's hand in my right.
"The kids are invited?" I started the conversation.
"Of course! In fact, I can't wait to show them that world."
"Even Hrista?"
"Of course, unfortunately." Her tone suddenly got rough.
"That might become a gathering of criminals. I am still restricted to intermingling with werewolves."
"The Moon Goddess sees her children as one. I have not closed the case regarding the silver wolves, and now I have greater evidence that will indicate that you are a victim as well. Let's just hope for the moon's decision to be favorable."
I don't want her to exhaust herself for this. She has run more than the speed she could do, nevertheless, I can't tell her to stop doing what she dreamed. Perhaps she didn't expect that being a moon priestess is a gamble. "Shall we have dinner in the city?"
"No. Let's go home, quick!" She pulls me. And then immediately at home, she drops herself on the couch and says, "Finally~!"
I chuckled when I caught that. "I knew it. You're in pain," I said. After I removed my coat and loosened my necktie, I sat on the rug in front of her to massage her feet and legs.
"Those people... Can't they stop staring at us and mind their own business?"
"Business hours are 9 am to 6 pm every Monday to Fri—"
"That's not what I mean!" She threw the bandage at my face.
"Dan, you've been hot-headed since you woke up. Did I get you pregnant already?"
"Excuse me!? You think big of your sperm. Look what you did!" She lowers her neckline to show the hickeys just above her bosom. "My contusion is gone but this is the exchange! There are more on my breasts! and here!" I blinked 3 times when she lifted up her skirt to show me her thighs.
"You can tell me if you don't want it."
"Of course, I do!"
"Then why—"
"Why should I not complain? It's all unfair. Men can go wherever they want after sex without pain and..."
"It's out of my control—"
"...and leave the woman in pain!! Nature itself is misogynist."
I laughed but halted right away to save my life. "Okay, I heard you. I'll stay for your assistance. Besides, you can save your complaints until tomorrow. We still have overnight," I teased and kissed her knees going up to her thigh until she pushed me on my chest with her sole.
"Hold it, spoiled cabbage butt. Our purpose was to heal, and since we're healed—"
I pulled her thighs open in suddenness and set my knee in between. Her tongue froze when I'm roofing her and I say, "You said you want a suckling pup? Savage piece of cupcake..."
"What a cring—!" I did the ultimate way to stop her rants: a kiss. Her denial weakens the longer I rub my lips on hers until she's the one pulling my collar for a harder kiss. When she's obsessed, I pull off my lips and say,
"Follow me in the kitchen if you want more~"
I laugh behind her as I picture her pissed-off face in my mind. She does like it but complains about it. I know what will my whole sex life be like. She did follow me into the kitchen while I'm preparing dinner! I remain undisturbed even if she's slipping inside my shirt for a hug from behind. I adore seeing her as naked as this; her immature side, deeper emotions, and every expression from her very soul.
I put her many times beside the sink but once she started being clingy, she can't stop it either. Even during our dinner, she's sitting on my lap as we eat together. Then upstairs, we organized our clothes for the upcoming occasion in the wardrobe. "What kind of ball would that be? Sparring of male wolves? Feasting lamb meat?"
"It will be the very first celebration for the completion of that world. It will be the birth of a new occasion so whatever activities will be held depends on the ranked werewolves. Why do you ask?"
"I was waiting for you to mention dance."
"Uuuh, do you remember our first dance?"
"I should be the one asking that."
"I wasn't drunk so yes."
"You..." It means she knew my attempt on her body all this time! The overwhelming embarrassment was diverted when she magically created playing instruments on the corner with a romantic symphony, and then she entangled her arms around my neck.
"We can dance without an occasion," she said.
And so I flow with her gimmick: we dance alone on this floor. We find humor in our steps and laughter when we sway playfully. It's so amazing how enchanting love is, how simple things about her bring ecstasy. She lived a life of grandeur and professionalism, she's supposedly too high beyond my reach, and unworthy to taste the lips of a peasant cast-out werewolf like me. My love must be lucky to grab a hold of an angel's hand.
I never knew the moon can be more beautiful than the usual nights until I gazed at it with her. It all started with me having a thing for a strong woman, how astonished I am by her bravery and my pleasure to be her sidekick, and now my home doesn't seem to be a place but the feeling I have when I'm with her. I often lose my home in the past, and then I have it again because of her.
At night, we're on fire again. Our hot kisses bide the talking. I became impatient due to my bursting feeling to dominate her body; I ripped her dress with my claws and feasted on her softness. Her gliding finger on the skin of my back tempts me, her moaning satisfies me, and her arching body invigorates my libido. There are more reasons why I couldn't give her a break either.
So far, she hasn't moaned the name of the pirate and that is pleasing. How dirty of me to test her loyalty through her involuntary utterance. I came in unto her as many times as I desired, almost neglecting her limit. It's always an honor for her to give way for me, and carve in her flesh that she's exclusively mine.
Silently, I lay her head on the pillow and I lie on her bosom after our tender kisses. I sink half of my face into her whilst she gently brushes my hair with her fingers. And I love this serenity. She covers my back under the blanket and I have my most peaceful sleep ever with her.
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The day of the ball arrived.