Chapter 107: Will She Take The Flower Back?

(Rigel)

(Slight NSFW)

My perception of the world is in black and grey. People lack colour and vitality for me. My imprisonment has moulded my view of them as jaded and made them non-existent, mere specs of sand.

But this tiny woman, my mate, the one who trusts me even with my pitch black heart is my beacon on the darkest of the days. Like a guiding star, trying to keep me on the righteous path, not giving up on me.

Even with all the morally unacceptable shit I have been doing and will continue in future, she is still holding my hand. Trying to fix and salvage parts of me, I don’t even know can be mended.

My shadows greed for her, clinging to her, sponging off that light she carries. There is something more, just below her skin, something hidden like a treasure. My shadows sense it, they want to devour it while holding her hostage against that pillar.

I don’t lust for sex. After the years of abuse I went through, I don’t think I ever want to have sex. Without the spells and potions, I don’t even want to. My sexual appetite is dead and I am beyond broken. And due to the curse, I can’t even have sex with her.

But I do lust for her. For that unworldly scent that exudes from every pore of her body. My knee rubs against her womanly softness. Everything about her is soft and warm for me.

Her blood, that hums to me, a silent symphony only I can hear. Now that I know how it tastes, my mouth salivates every fucking second of my wretched existence.

Is it only because she is my mate, or is there something extra special about her blood?

Sweat mixes with her pheromones, leaking out of her pores, wandering between her soft breasts. My tongue hungrily lashes out, licking away the salty water her body is producing, like an elixir I need for my mere survival.

Extremely soft, her skin is like the cotton candy I used to enjoy as a kid. My hunger grows ravenous, scenting this amalgamation of her scent, blood, pheromones and arousal wafting from between her legs.

My fangs greedily shoot out and pierce the pulsating vein in her breast. Like a sweet red nectar, warm and potent, singing a melody it rushes out of her veins and into my mouth.

Like an insatiable monster, I latch onto her, drinking the exquisite liquid from her trembling, quivering body. Amaia is beyond aroused which turns her blood even sweeter.

The more I rub against her softness, the more she moans and the tastier her blood becomes for me.

"Rigell!" My name falls like a hefty moan from her mouth. "Please!"

She uncontrollably shivers in my hold before becoming undone. Her taut body slackens against my shadows. Slowly and unwillingly I pull out my fangs and press my lips against her tender, punctured skin. My hands hold her waist hostage while my shadows release her arms and she slumps in my embrace.

That beating organ of hers is thumping so loudly against her chest that I fear it will spring out.

Her forehead is littered with beads of sweat. My lips rest in her hair and I gently kiss her.

"Are you alright?" I ask and she just slowly nods, resting her cheek against my chest, trying to catch her breath.

Did I drink too much in my heady state?

My lips brush against something on the back of her head, and I take a look, only to find a patch where some hair is missing and a stitched-up wound.

Only then did I remember that the day I became invisible to her, she had gotten hurt and lost blood.

Why did I forget that in my lust for her?

My lips rest against her wound, and with a guilty heart, I ask, "Did you lose too much blood when you got hurt in the dungeon?"

Her slackened body stiffens in my hold.

"Not really. It was just a small wound. Don’t worry about it." She brushes it off but her heartbeat elevates again.

She is lying.

My thumbs land under her chin and I lift her face up, staring into her dark eyes.

"You know I can tell when you lie. Tell me the truth."

She slowly smiles, her hands come to hold my face. "Just remember, when I find the person who did that to you and me, they will have a much larger wound than this."

The sinister determination in her voice is not only serious, it’s chilly. A dark smile creeps on my lips as I lower my head and slowly kiss the tip of her nose.

"One day, Amaia. One day, there will be carnage and I will bathe myself in that monster’s blood." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She presses her warm hands against my cold skin. "I expect nothing less."

The roar from the ground behind us tells us that the game has begun. Amaia has noticed too. Unwillingly I have to let her go.

"Go, someone is going to come looking for you. This much I must say, your guild does look after you."

She lowers her head and lets out a small sigh, buttoning her shirt up. I hold the crystal necklace and lift it up from her shoulder. It pulsates with a familiar energy, and I can’t shake this feeling that I have seen this necklace before. I know she said it belonged to her mother but I wonder if there is more to this story.

Carefully, I tuck it under her shirt, where she likes to keep it and fasten her last button.

Then I remove the small black flower I had created for her from my wrist and request.

"Will you accept it back?"

She stares at it and then gives her affirmation. "Yes!"

My shadow dances behind me as I fasten the flower around her wrist once again. It finds its home again against her elegant wrist.

Amaia gives me hope and as long as she is going to wear this flower, I will know she won’t hate me.