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Life is not chocolate part: 1

" Ardor, demanding something of a beast takes time and patience. Don't you know what happens to restless little gods? " I hummed, very interested in the answer.

" They sing symphonies when I give them what they truly craved for. " ...

It took me time, and a lot of brain circuits to connect and catch on to what she implied by singing symphonies.

Then, it suddenly popped into my head. The vivid red image of the sinful scene pictured my face buried deep into an ocean of purple pillows.

Ass straight in the air, hand sliding down my sweat-coated back, It astounded me how open my legs were to expose my genitals to the world, and in less than a second, her hand drove up to slump on my asscheek in a loud and hard- slap!

I've never blushed more than when I heard the muffled scream of pleasure I saw myself moaning.

" I'll be there in a few, little one. " My vision turned normal again at the sound of her goodbye.

As the noise indicated that she had ended the call. I stared into the void, shocked. Does she really not know that I could see her desires?

° ° °

I looked left and right.

Distinguishing no one in sight, I sprint to her vessel as if my life depended on it. Slumping in her arms, I directly attempted to drag her back inside but her being two of my weight and height, she wasn't moving an inch.

" Come on, hurry up before my neighbors see you!" She chuckled and I almost drop my ice cream container when I saw her wave at somebody.

Following her amused regard, I landed on the worst part of humanity that I could get attention from:

Kids.

Goddamned. Fucking. Kids.

Those talkative little gremlins that thought anything and everything was worth sharing with their genitors. Soon, I knew that by the time I will be gone, the entire neighborhood will know about this.

Illeresas finally finished her- unaware secret but everybody knows- greetings to all the mouths and ears of my sector with just one wave and turn back to me.

My overthinking soul close to leaving my convulsing corpse nearly reached heaven when she scooped me up and walked us in.

She titters at my glare.

Sealing my ass into the spacious passager seat, my derrière was instantly warmed up and melted into the most comfortable thing ever.

I'm still mad but I enjoyed the pleasant feeling of my bottom being massaged. Though, I practically jolted when the engine roared, rattling its vitality into my bones.

Already up, I decided to make believe that I didn't just get a jump scare five seconds ago and take in my surroundings. Fascinated by the modern design, I twirl slowly to get a glimpse at the technology.

If I must say, it was completely mouth-dropping! A well-chosen dim neon purple gave a soft look at the solid structures, with each suit hung proudly on the mannequins facing each other on the length of the wall.

Sea liquified into ruddy. The room was immense and unoccupied under thousands of beehive glasses showing off the outside. It was definitely more advanced and pricy than the little cabsule that was provided by my work.

" Sooooo... Hum... it's beautiful like-like stunning! " She raised a brow and under her suspicious eyes, I just decided to cut it right to the chase. "Where're the weapons? "

She blinked at me, as if growing a second head, she scans me up and down before going into the loudest, deepest laughter.

I, on the other hand, stayed silent. Bitch please, I'm currently on a date with one of the most secluded and fierce of warriors, excuse me for not expecting flowers instead of swords.

" Ardor, my weapons that you so eagerly request are in my official vessel. This one is merely used to communicate to my environs that I mean no harm. "

Wait... what? Dumb me don't understand. " Why do you have to be especially in this vessel to go out? "

Her laughter died down quickly, and wiping the invisible tears off, she concentrate back on her driving. " Often times than not, the worlds, I visit seem to all fear my vessel the moment it gets spotted. "

Swiping the settings along the control board, she smiles nostalgically. " I fetched this particular one so that I don't have to make public announcements every time I involuntarily cause a panic. "

" So if I rewind all of this explanation that I didn't ask for... your weapons are in another vessel? " She sighed and shook her head dismissively.

" Picky little brat, do your ears only function when there is something you favor? " I stretch a toothy grin.

I roamed to one of the nearby suits, crab-walking to the tall glass box, I was dumbfounded to realize how steady her driving was.

I didn't even need to hold to anything to not slip away. I guess that comes with the title of Admiral.

Ma and Holl could never.

" It was offered by the queen of an allied country. " Startled by the abrupt story, I shortly comprehend that I was standing in front of a suit.

" Why? Peace? " Analyzing the laced-up dress, with all the skin flashes of skin, it couldn't even be called clothing.

" Similar. Her people's costumes obliged a relationship when a courting present is offered and accepted. In your culture, it would be as if a higher-up asked you to be her concubine. " Oh... gay?

" In my case, an offer as unmistakable as this while she had a pregnant spouse and offspring with various other partners is an offensive insult to my fated sole one. " I still think she's a little bit gay.

Something clicked, in my reasoning for finding her sexuality- the conclusion: she's Bi, or at least Bi-curious.

I unknowingly stepped on something, resulting in a straight vertical red line scanning me from head to toe and when it was done, it emitted this sound, distinctive noise that provoked a " This isn't good. " reaction.

One moment, I looked good, downright gorgeous, and a little provocative. I had my moment.

However, the next few minutes were filled with an unspeakable effect of gravity, so much so that I couldn't even scream for help.

It, fortunately, ended in Illeresas picking up the clue that my annoying ass was too quiet and she came to my rescue.

The breath I took when those strings were detached from me.

In the time of two full minutes, I cursed the beauty industry and considered throwing all my precious braids away.

Pure torture, I say.
The tall Amazone alleviating from my near-death experience did nothing more than smirk down at me and set me back on my feet.

" What happened then? " She bestows me with a handsome smile of hers again, and two double gaps formed into her cheeks, her fangs shined in my eyes.

" Luckily for her, her skin was too slim to keep me warm in the winter, so I aimed for the latter substitute. " My blood ran cold in culmination.

Horror was planted in my face but strangely fear never even crossed my mind. As simple and natural as she pronounced such terrifying words and I realized that this was a taste.

She was deliberately telling me this as an alarm and a vow. A poem of destruction translates as: " This is what awaits you being mated to me and what any match will fear by courting you. "

This is fate.