5:00 AM. Caged in the death row cell of the palace dungeon with no sign of life, Mort was just staring at the wall. His emerald-green eyes gleamed, mysteriously cold but beautiful. Unmoved, with a calm demeanor, face devoid of any signs of emotion and mind completely blank though a part of his heart ached every time Sumire's face entered his blank mind. He wanted to talk to the maiden during his last moments. He wanted to see and hug her for the last time.His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a frown. Mort sighed heavily. Trying to get rid of the maiden out of his mind, the image of her crying. Eyes closed, he thought of going back to his dark past that he had buried in the bottom of his mind for a long time.Even before Mort was born, his future is already decided. His path is set and everyone in the Underground world expects him to be the next leader, an heir of the most powerful clan in the world, the Aslanov. Many mafia clans tried to dispos
The sky glooms and the air feels ominous; bedarkened and weeping. Leaves flew along the current of the cold wind. The heavy dark clouds dominate the sky and the rain began to fall. People who witnessed the execution earlier had left the gallows, leaving the dead body of Mort hanging on the rope. Except for the two prison knights escorting Mort and Chadwick who will cremate the body."What a masterpiece." Said Chadwick as he look up at the corpse coldly with hands thrust into his pocket. The rain soaked messily his hair and he then motioned the two knights who were drenched in rain to take down Mort's body and follow him to the cremation. Sumire was brought back to her room. She was still unconscious while Lunaire was holding onto her daughter's hand. She had mixed emotions after finding out the truth. It never occurs to her that Sumire would be lusted by her Uncle. A solemn tear fell down her cheek; her body looked calm compared to how tangled her mind was. Chaise, constantly sniff
2 months later...Sumire went to Aimer Country, a place far away from Brethren City and even North Le Frère, alone. She wants to stay away from the people who know her. She wanted to breathe freely and heal herself. Sadness can be expressed in a thousand different ways. The death of Mort left a mark on her psyche. Every time she remembers him it brought her to tears. Though she doesn't want to forget him, the maiden just wants to relieve herself from the pain and sadness she feels which torments her every single day. She had a hard time convincing her parents to leave the Brethren alone. Chaise and Lunaire were delighted after knowing their daughter was enceinte and they would soon be grandparents. They are protective and take care of her, especially Chaise who prepares the room and baby crib for her unborn grandkid. The couple insisted on accompanying her due to her pregnancy but later gave in and respected her decision. Sumire has been living her life in Aimer for two months now and
Big arms crawled and encircled possessively on her small waist from the back. She could feel his warmth embracing her. The maiden studied carefully his face. She misses him deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. Not a day goes by that she doesn’t look at his picture and smile. Or cry. Or both."You're really are here..." eyes misted, Sumire looked up and flashed an affectionate smile at him. Now she could feel him against her, Sumire knew she wasn't dreaming. It is all real."Mort." An orb of tears escaped from her eye, Sumire reached for his face and traces every inch of his exquisite features. She noticed his eyebrow cut in half but it looks sexy on him. ' He looks more ferocious and dangerous now.' She uttered in her mind. His aura had changed into something perilous."It's been so long...did you miss me, moya luna?" A hot and husky tone whispered in her ears as his warm breath crawl on her nape. A familiar scent she's been missing all day and night now lingered on her nostril
Sumire angled her head to the side, frowning, and slowly looked at herself. Her pupils dilated, and the blood runs up to her face when she saw herself naked. Her face blushed hard when she saw the hickeys on her body and between her thighs doubled in number. Mort placed himself on top of her, dominating her and spreading her legs. Her face twitched when the streak of pain crawled on her waist. Legs and hips were completely numb.He reached for her lips and gently kissed her. His lips teasingly traveled on her jaw, to her delicate neck, and nibbled in there. His kisses cruised down on her well-rounded bosom and gave them equal attention. Mort moves to her exposed flat belly and planted gentle kisses in there. Her soft tummy accentuated the flare of her round hips. She's the kind of pregnant who's baby bump still invisible even in her first trimester."Hello, little peanut. Daddy is excited to see you. Be good in there and don't be harsh on your mommy. Understood?" Mort said in a stern
The dawn breaks on the horizon and the messy room opened up the next early morning. Pillows and blanket cluttered around and above the bed, was Sumire gripping the white sheet above her head, bouncing on the mattress as Mort held her waist up and continued thrusting her. He rub her clit and she squirmed from the exquisite pleasure almost too much to bear.Mort raised her ankle and licked his way up her calf to her thigh. His wet tongue caressed her skin, enticing goosebumps and sending sheer electricity through her. He licked her inner thighs adding her wetness dripping on his shaft.The hunk grips her waist, steadying her and penetrating her. He rubs her mound, adding pressure to her most sensitive spot. Mort brought Sumire to the edge and she lifted herself to him. His thick hard shaft is stretching and filling her tight hole. Panted, naked, and titillated, with the room silent, Sumire can hear her own heartbeat and his breathing as heavy as hers. He crawled up her body as he pounde
The sun peeped through a window illuminating the room in its pearly glow. The whisper of a soft breeze is heard, dancing the bedroom curtains. Sumire woke up in the late morning around noon the next day with a lovely smile on her face. She looks hot with her messy hair scattered on the white bed. Her face shone as radiant as the sun. Mort was no longer by her side but Sumire didn't feel any fear in her chest. She knew he wouldn't leave her ever again. Sumire rolled on the other side of the bed, sniffing the scent Mort left on the pillows. She buried herself in the cottony white pillow as the erotic scene flashed in her mind. Sumire let out a squeal with reddened cheeks.Rose from the bed, the maiden stretches her body and feels fresh. She is neatly clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt, and the bed has been freshly changed with bedsheets. For some reason, the pain in her body disappeared, but Mort's love bites left a mark all over her body which made her blush. 'It was hot and messy.'
Dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows. The roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. The sky was an expanse of sapphire blue, dotted with feathery white clouds as the radiant rays of the sun shone brightly in the azure blue sky.Driving down the long road, Sumire's gaze darted outside watching the horde of birds flying to the Southeast and the chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. Smiling from ear to ear, the maiden couldn't ask for than this moment. "What do you think our baby will be? a girl or a boy?" Gaze turn to the hunk, Sumire asked smilingly while her fingers intertwined with his right hand. Mort's left hand was holding the steering wheel. The hunk brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it which made her heart flutter. They both headed to the hospital where Sumire will have her first ultrasound. The weather is beautiful and windy. It's just perfect. It was a cool and breezy afternoon. A strong gust of wind blew against her face from t