Damien returned to his room after the fight. For god's sake, he didn't destroy his room in the children's play.
He saw a healing potion on the top of the table. He chuckled and walked towards it.
'That idiot brother of mine,' he shook his head.
He took the potion in his hand. It had a flowery sll to it. Like saffron or sothing.
"Weird," he shook the bottle and uncorked it before gulping down it wholly. He felt rejuvenating. The potion was pleasant in taste unlike the other one Daeron had given first.
And it didn't hurt like mother fucker at all.
He watched as the potion took its effects. His mouth felt good and the small cut on his hand healed pretty quickly. He felt his stamina growing back like it never depleted at all.
After fully healed, he decided to take a bath as he was looking like a mine worker who was holed down for a number of days. The dust hanging on him was that much.
He undressed and went to the bathroom, filling his bathtub with water.
He sighed in relief as he sank into the cool water, closing his eyes he started thinking about the fight. It was fun, to say the least.
He finally was able to test his powers. Though not fully, it was enough to know that he can safely fight against ninety percent of the world and co victorious.
It was crazy to even think about it. To train only for a year and beco stronger than the prodigal ones. It was not right nor reasonable but what matters the most is his survival.
He doesn't want to leave this world. But he also doesn't want to live in this world without his loved ones. No matter who dies, he wants to save those he loved using any ans necessary and he would do that so without any doubt in his mind.
The door to the bathroom slowly opened and soone strode in. A small smile tugged on his lips though he didn't look at who ca in. He knew who it was just by hearing the soft and delicate footsteps.
"Miss ?" He asked, splashing the water with his feet like a child.
He heard the sound of the dress unzipping and the dress unfolding on the ground. He waited patiently for her.
And a small delicate hand glided from his shoulder to his chest, tracing along his muscles. Then another one ca from the other side and wrapped his head into a delicate hug. He could feel the heavenly sensation of sothing soft and delicate on his head. The sensation he has missed for over a year and a half.
It instantly made him hard and his little brother peeked through the water like a sole tree growing from under the water. He chuckled seeing it.
Her head rested on his head. "I missed you," he said.
He could feel her stiffening and then relaxing. Sothing moist rolled onto his hand, that wrapped her hands. His heart ward seeing it. Hearing her soft sobs made him happy.
He released her hands and turned around on the bathtub. She was crying, not eting his eyes. Naked and sitting on a wooden stool, her posture was that of a helpless woman.
Her hands covered her face, hiding him from seeing her eyes.
"Look at ," he said, grabbing her hands. "Look at , my love."
Her hands ca loose, her hands felt helpless and fearful. Like a lamp in front of a big cat.
He cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head to et his eyes. His heart wrenched seeing her helpless figure, her timid and frightened eyes.
She tried to look away but he forced her to look at him.
"Don't be like that, I'm here. And I'm sorry for leaving you when you needed the most," he hugged her and she let him. She let her eyes loosen like a dam burst open.
"You ca back," she said, her voice cracking. "I was so afraid that you wouldn't co back. You left alone and I thought you had abandoned ," she started crying again.
"I'll never do that," he reassured her. Holding her delicate figure in his embrace. She felt lonely and small. "I went to beco powerful so that I can protect you, and the others. And I'm strong now. You see the way I beat him, right? You see how powerful I've beco."
"And I saw you getting cut and bruised and thrashed. You could've died!" She said, raising her voice. "Young master Daemon could've killed you."
"No, he can't." He said. "I had made sure to make him understand that there was no arrow in his arsenal to pierce through my armor. That was it. I could've ended the battle in a matter of seconds but I wanted him to know that fact."
He released her and cupped her face once again. "Look at ," he said. "I'm here and I'm stronger. There is nothing to worry about. I'll protect you now. Just be with , okay?" He delicately pressed his lips to hers. Just a simple kiss that is. Nothing more than that. He doesn't want to scare her away and he doesn't want her to feel that he was taking advantage of her.
"Okay," she said, wrapping her hands around him and pressing herself on his lips and he welcod it like a hocoming dinner.
Their tongues intertwined for a mont and they released.
"I'll be here for you, forever, as long as you want . And I'll protect you no matter what." He kissed her again, this ti letting his hands roam freely on her body. She didn't protest against it.
She was soft and warm. Her breasts were firm and perky. Her ass was just the right size. Just like he rembers.
"Looks like you've taken care of yourself, my lady." He teased her with a mischievous smile.
She blushed quickly and said. "My young master is a very hungry man, and I had to be in shape in case he gets hungry when he cos back."
"An excellent dish, I would say," he smacked his lips. Then he grabbed her waist and pulled her into the bathtub.
With a sudden yelp, she fell to the water with her young master.
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