Chapter 102 Honeymoon (1)

Chapter 102 Honeymoon (1)

Chapter 102: Honeymoon (1)

Life flashed before her eyes.

Aimee witnessed her upbringing from a third-person perspective. She saw her small self getting abandoned by her mother, who had given up on her after finding out that her mana origin was weaker than commoners and that the noble black mana of their royal household wasn't flowing in her veins.

Perhaps the expectations had been high from the start because of Aimee's elder sister, Else, whose aptitude for the household's skills was as perfect as the black mana she had been born with.

The more talented descendants, the more strength.

The more strength, the more fame.

The more blood ties, the more power.

Henceforth, Aimee's mother was deeply disappointed by Aimee's prospects and that she couldn't learn and carry on their family's traditions. In her eyes, developing Aimee was no longer worth it, leaving Aimee to fend for herself.

From a young age, Aimee studied alone and worked her fingers to the bone to tailor the best path for herself. She didn't want to get outdone by her siblings and be the worst.

Of course, Aimee wasn't born without any talents, and she had more than enough to become a strong person. Alas, she was born in the wrong place where she couldn't thrive.

Which she realized pretty soon.

At the same time, she conjured a dream of the royal hunter world.

That was the day her fate changed...

...for Aimee decided to hone herself in hopes of leaving the royal grounds in the future and heading straight to the Hunter First Union to make her dream come true. From that point onward, Aimee saw her lone life in which she strained every muscle of her toned body and agility origin to the core. She seemed forlorn and miserable, but her eyes were always flaring with resolution and fervor to achieve her dreams.

"Why am I seeing this?" Aimee asked. Her voice rippled throughout the unknown place, echoing gently. Soon, a cold presence manifested behind her, prompting her to give up on watching her life and turn back.

Upon looking behind, Aimee was startled to see a beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes. She floated with her black feathered wings while donning nothing more than a thin white streak of a robe, which flowed down from her neck, parted to cover her nipples, then coalesced back into one river to slide into her ample thighs.

In a nutshell, she was an otherworldly woman sheathed in a regal aura that easily outdid all the nobilities Aimee had caught a glimpse of in her life.

The woman parted her lips, "So I get to know you. We're bound together, as per his wish. You seem like a fine candidate to bring me back to this universe. But seem is not enough. You have to prove yourself."

"Care to elaborate with minuscule details, so I understand what's going on?" Aimee smiled, nicely asking the divine being.

The black-haired woman smiled, "I'm Keres. My blood has been used to save your life."

After those words, Keres changed channels of this peculiar room, showcasing what had happened between her and Hunter. The divine being explained what Hunter had access to, further shocking Aimee. After all, her boyfriend had risked his life in the graveyard, even if it might not seem like that.

The part of him coping Keres' breast surely didn't seem like a life-threatening moment, yet the reality of this clash was that Hunter could have perished at any moment.

Of course, he had the madness' help, but even so he risked a lot.

However, a different feeling squeezed Aimee's heart soon after she connected the dots. It was an emotion so warm that Keres' cold eyes seemed to have melted.

A few minutes later, the bonding between these two began.

"You were on the brink of death, so the process will be quicker," Keres said as she took over the skies, spreading her powers to change the room into the battlefield, "You're to understand death and its taste."

Aimee clenched her hands and nodded.

She would never ever waste this chance.

-

Time in the Keres' zone flew slower. A lot of time had passed there, and Aimee had practiced skills to the bone, blending whatever she knew about souls with Keres' bloodline, developing a new kind of power and energy for herself. She had grown strong, and as odd as it sounds, she had enough time to sleep there as well.

That was why she woke up fresh and resolute, ready to continue her path.

Upon opening her eyes, however, Aimee had felt a strong grip on her right hand. It was a much bigger hand than hers, filled with warmth and sweat. That person must have held her hand for quite some time now.

Aimee's heart skipped a beat, then drummed so loudly her cheeks became dipped with the colors of a lovely sunset.

"Aimee! You've finally woken up!" Hunter smiled, unconsciously tightening his grasp on Aimee's hand. He stood up and leaned over her, taking in the beautiful sight of Aimee blushing in his presence. Alas, the inexperienced Hunter believed it was a fever Aimee had received after a near-death experience.

He rubbed his forehead on hers, checking her temperature, "Seems fine."

Aimee blankly stared at him. Within her heart and head, however, she was a ball of tangled, boiling emotions. In her entire life, she was alone, and no one had done so much for her. No one had ever believed her until the very end and even blessed her with so many skills and opportunities to develop beyond what her elder sister was capable of.

All of that paled in comparison to Hunter's real feelings.

He had been with her here for a long time.

Aimee could tell from the grip on her right hand. For how long she had been lying in this bed, Hunter never left her side and continued watching over her. He dropped all his plans and whatever had future planned for him to be by her side despite not knowing for how long she'd be asleep.

He just wanted to be with her and be sure that she woke up all fine and healthy.

Which was why Aimee couldn't see anything else other than Hunter. Not blinking at all, she bore her gaze accentuated with a crimson blush into his face, soon making him awkward and worried.

Soon, uncharacteristic tears crumbled down on Aimee's cheeks, streaking down to her chin and dripping onto her clothes.

Taken aback by that, Hunter gasped and extended his hand to wipe them off, only to face the impossible challenge as Aimee cried too much.

"Aimee, what's wrong?"

"...I love you."

"..."

It sounded so heartfelt and lovely that Hunter ended up rubbing his nose from happiness and embarrassment, leaving himself defenseless. Aimee used that chance, stretching her hands to draw him into her embrace, snuggling him up into her soft chest.

Her embrace was so tight Hunter couldn't breathe, but he was so in love with this woman that he ignored that and allowed his immortality to take care of the imminent death by soft tits—not like he would die or turn into a zombie.

"I love you... I love you... so much... I love you," Aimee kept whispering to Hunter as she buried her face in his silver hair, crying more. Although she had met a lot of people in her life and dealt with injustice and disgusting noble personalities, she had never been showered with much love and attention. nove/lB/In

Now that Hunter had given her so much of it, she didn't know how to convey her feelings and ended up repeating the words that carried on filling her heart.

In a nutshell, it was Aimee's turn to get come over by the honeymoon feeling of love.

Clueless, Hunter chuckled and patted her head. He'd said something, but only muffled sounds somehow slipped off Aimee's chest, for he was still locked in her supple nest. He also already died, but who cared about that?

Aimee's clutch loosened a little, and she took a glimpse of Hunter's face.

Those lips were so irresistible that Aimee ended up fervently kissing him. All her experiences of their kisses were stuffed into that one, driving her tongue into Hunter's mouth, doing wonders. He reciprocated, but nothing could tame the abundant feelings of love that had blossomed in Aimee's heart.

Hunter was at her whim, getting mind blown from her ardent kiss. She pulled on his heart, moaned into his soul, and turned his external shell breathless. So much passion was blown into him that Hunter couldn't believe that he was kissing. Was that really a kiss and not some skill?

As the kiss broke and a silver bridge settled between them, Aimee tilted her head and whispered, "I'll always be by your side. Even if the whole world turns against you, even if any idiots deem you a threat to the world or say that undead are meant to be exterminated, I'll be with you and slay down all that threaten our life."

"That's my line, Aimee! But... thanks," Hunter, who had also been alone and mistreated in both his lives, genuinely smiled at Aimee's words, feeling Aimee's honest feelings.

He was then assaulted by Aimee, who took the property of his lips for herself again. As her sweet breath tickled Hunter's nose, Aimee was so close up that she once again took in the sight of her man's face.

Caressing his face, Aimee erotically purred words into his ear that aroused Hunter to the core, "Since when did you become so handsome?"

Hunter nearly choked, then unconsciously used too much strength, pinning Aimee down to the bed. He loomed over her with a smile so wide that it seemed he'd soon eat her.

Finally, a woman had said he was handsome!

Enough of that cute shit!

Feeling ecstatic and in a lecherous mood, Aimee licked her lips and dropped an inviting side glance.

That was when the door to the room opened, ushering Seraphina and Mayun inside.

"Ah! We... we shouldn't have barged in without knocking!"

"A-Aunt is making moves!"

These two hurriedly left these two alone.

Aimee curved her lips up, not even commenting on the behavior of her friend and the white witch, "I'm one big mess right now... no bath... all sweaty... does that turn you on?"

"You smell too sweet, Aimee," Hunter replied, not finding any dirt on his girlfriend's body, even though she had been asleep for three days.

Aimee chuckled, "Courtesy to the goddess within me, I guess. So,... want to have sex now? Want to fuck me so hard that I can't move tomorrow morning?"

Hunter leaned down and growled his response, "I want."

This was an invitation he couldn't refuse.

And he had been waiting for that for so long, too!