Sorceress 7 He Dug His Own Grave.

She could not help but shrink back a little but she was caught like a fat meat, he could pluck and pick at any time… He had caught her hand, lifting and flipping her to face him all while staying in his lazy position sitting half lying down a dosed to the boat rim. His action had gotten rid of the quilt that had protected her from his adventurous hands from taking all liberties.

She could not help but shallow back whatever she had wanted to curse him with at the moment she could feel the danger in the air… This guy was truly dangerous she feared he would eat her whole. Those red eyes and those long untamed wild hairs of his made him look like a demon from the pits of h.e.l.l yet extremely bewitching all the same. Neither conflicting nor overpowering the other feature he was the absolute paradox of beauty of handsome devils.

"No need no need." she chanted it like she tried to appease a dragon that eyed treasure and that treasure was her virtues! How could she not try to defuse this deadly bomb?

"So what do you want for lunch?" she thought food might be good to change the subject but she was going to find out the meaning behind lifting a rock and dropping it on one's foot…

He chuckled a bit before whispering close to her ear letting his breath tickle her skin.

"Sweetheart the best meal is of course you." Speranza's complexion turned beet red, this guy is too shameless how can he spit words like those so casually like it is nothing special at all? Does he not know shame? Are all dark elves like this? Or is he simply a one of a kind in male shamelessness? No one in her village would be this thick-skinned!

"Looking at your expression is truly the best especially when those small cheeks of yours turn the same colour of your hair no wait there even brighter…" He teased the poor girl that was now staring at him at lost and shyly clearly she had no clue on how to handle the situation and he was looking forward to seeing what he reaction would be like…

Enjoying her heat he wrapped her up pressing her to his chest nibbling down her neck which made her shiver yet she could not push him away she was trapped like a rat. While he continued to enjoy her curves his hands going down to ranges that had never been explored by any man before! Worst of it they were not even married together, how could she endure this? Would she lose her virtues just like this?

A big fat tear rolled down her cheek slowly she could not do anything she felt even scared of this man and worst she was stuck with him there destination was more than suicidal then heading to h.e.l.l to fight for righteousness!

He froze seeing that tear rolling down silently. His heart clenched he had pushed too far he did not wish to break her spirit as he enjoyed teasing this little fledgling chick, stopping his teasing he just wrapped her with the dropped quilt, Holding her gently he did not even realize how gentle his movement where if anyone that knew him saw, him do this there jaw would drop dislocated then they would look to the west to verify if the sun roses from the west.

"Sorry, don't cry." He patted her hair carefully in a smoothing manner; he had forced his way incalculable times with countless war defeated places women. Taking whatever pleased him but a single tear from this redhead girl had rendered his heart helpless he just could not explain himself why. What was she so different from the others?

"I am a jerk and likely the worst type of scrum that you ever encountered on top of it I do not know shame" speaking in a self-derision manner as he tried coaxed the small human girl that laid in his arms, continuing to gently caress her hair, while her soft sobs could faintly be heard. Trying to hide her tears as he spoke she hid her face in his chest.

"But I'm not unjust to my own peoples, I also protect, keep them feed and see that no one can bully them, Speranza I know by the smell you carried and the enemies that tracked you that the place you came from was raided and likely burned with few or no survivor. Making it unlikely for you to have a home to return so I won't repeat myself, just follow me."

Speranza lifted her tear stained face up to look at this devil of a man that seemed to make a clean confession? She heavily doubted any truth inside his words he likely was blah-blahing her and coaxing her so he could touch freely… Even if she was naive she wasn't that dumb!

Poor Arkalat did not know that his trial to appease her, landed him into a deeper pit! He dug his own grave while making a true confession the first one he did in is more than two hundred years old life! If he knew what she was thinking he would likely puke blood and rupture his heart veins in anger!

Her red-rimmed eyes and tear strain on her cheek made her look extra pitiful and weak in his eyes. He could not help but wonder why it irked him so much to see her like this. So much that he had confessed to her. He never liked anyone he was a loner by nature but had great gift for the military and was forced by that darn elf king to be a general while he was pretty unruly and does is own stuff most of the time preferring doing mission like now, in solo mostly doing recognition of the landmarking key area if a war broke out they would know where the hits would hurt most. And if the king wanted the land they would know where to start to conquer it.

But this annoying barely grown enough to deem it a woman made his heart flutter and fl.u.s.ter when she smiled or when she cried it was troublesome but he thought he would get over it if she stayed with him long enough for him to grow bored of her presence after all maybe it was only because of her bloodline and beauty that she was more attractive to him so in time he would grow bored and disinterested once she would willingly surrender the chase would become dull and come to an end.

Years later he would think of this while shaking his head at the naiveness of his thoughts... If anything he had dug his own grave pit...