The Tyrant's Pet

Abel didn't stop in one orgasm. He continued on and on, like a beast who couldn't get enough of his prey. Aries was able to keep up with him for the first three rounds, but on the fourth, she just wanted to run away. Fortunately, Abel was kind enough for her to take a break.

Just ten minutes of break to catch up to her breathing and stimulation. Yes. Just a ten-minute break before owning her body once again. It was almost amazing how Abel could orgasm continuously without feeling weak. It was as if he had an unlimited source of semen.

Aries lost count on how many times she went from wet to dry, and vice versa. He only stopped when her hipbone slightly crack, immobilizing her from the waist down. She felt numb from the pain and pleasure, but it was overall a good and intense experience.

"I think... I'm crippled," she muttered as she watched him cover her body with the white sheet after carrying her back on the bed. "I can't feel my legs anymore."

Abel laughed with his lips closed, slipping underneath the blanket beside her. "Don't panic. You'll be able to walk after a few days." He kissed her eye, making her shut it briefly.

"I doubt." She frowned, lifting her head slightly as he snaked his arm under her head. She was feeling sore down there, her bones wobbly, and her muscles in her body felt like she was beaten terribly. Without his help, she could not even roll to her side.

"Can't blame you," he whispered, settling his hand on her back after helping her lie on her side so they were facing each other. "I might fuck you tomorrow morning, lunch, and dinner."

"It's already morning," she mumbled, glancing at the window. The sky was already turning dark blue.

"Then once you wake up... or before."

Aries pressed her lips into a thin line, eyes on him. Abel looked different during and after intercourse. During sex, he didn't mind hurting her. The only consolation was that he was still holding back... a bit. But right after, he would kiss and hold her gently. His actions were driving her crazy.

"Hmm?" he hummed after her prolonged stares.

"Did your wound open up?" she asked without even thinking about it.

"Do you want to check?"

She shook her head. "You seem fine. It's a miracle."

"That's because I'm immortal!" He humored while she didn't take it seriously. Instead, Aries let out a deep exhale, burying her face in between his neck and shoulder.

"I'm sleepy," she confessed, almost sweetly. "Don't let me go, I'm cold."

Abel snapped his brows up, wrapping his limbs around her tighter. He stroked her spine delicately, feeling her breaths on his neck. She said she was sleepy and tired, but her breathing was still careful.

They spent some time in silence. Although her eyes were shut closed and she could feel her fatigue dominating her, she couldn't seem to sleep. Even so, she kept her eyes shut until she heard him break the quietness.

"Thank you," he whispered, lips on top of her head. "Just stay with me forever, Aries. You're the only one I have."

Her eyes softened as a subtle smile resurfaced on her face. How could he say she was the only one he had? It should be Aries who should claim those words; Abel was the only one she had, and that was the reason she came back.

He had an empire, people, wealth, and everything. It was quite a contradiction for him to claim Aries was the only one he had. But even so, even if it was a 'lie,' those words moved her. It made her feel important and needed.

It even sounded sweeter than the overused three words most people would say to their significant other. They were together, uncertain if it was out of love or hate. But they preferred the blurry lines. Because at the end of the day, one thing was an unchanging fact.

They would sacrifice the world just to feel each other's bodies once again. Even if it was wrong or sinful, they would seek each other.

Aries snaked her hand over him, pressing her body against him. "Let's do it again later, " she whispered, closing her eyes ever so slowly. "Until your wounds open up."

"I would love to." He chuckled, closing his eyes as he basked in the warmth of her body. "Sleep well, my darling."

Abel planted another soft peck on top of her head, settling there to sniff her hair. This time, the smile that was dominating his face was genuine, with a content heart.

Aries was the special poison that kept him calm and collected. Although he still wanted to go for another round, she had compromised. So, he wanted to let her take a break. What was for sure was that he wouldn't let her go the moment she woke up.

"Let's do it in every corner of this place, darling," he whispered, yawning while still brushing her back with his knuckles. "I don't want to sleep."

In the past, Abel would stay awake for days because he didn't appreciate the haunting nightmares. But now, he didn't want to sleep because she might be gone if he did. But well, he made sure she wouldn't be able to use her legs for days. So there was no need to worry.

Despite his reluctance to sleep, Abel soon fell into a deep slumber. A deep sleep where he didn't have a nightmare. Instead, he was pulled into a beautiful dream.

A dream where Aries was there, watching Aries stand in the middle of a flower field under a beautiful weather. Her beautiful green locks and skirt flowed back along with the breeze. When she looked back at him, her lips stretched into a sweet smile.

"Abel… you're here?"

In his dream, Aries reached her hand in his direction, inviting him to come close. He smiled gently, walking towards her to join her. However, when he blinked his eyes, the flower field disappeared, replaced by fire and corpses loitering around with Aries kneeling in a knight's armor.

Her eyes were blank, gazing at the man before her. The man squatted down with an evil smirk. He pinched her chin, gazing at her in delight.

"She'll live," came out a dark and wicked voice. "She'll be my trophy for this expedition."

All she could do was stare at the man blankly, whispering to her heart, "help me…" came out a muffled and desperate voice. "… Abel."

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"… Abel."

Abel opened his eyes ever so slowly. His gaze landed on her, mumbling his name in her sleep. He didn't have a dream. It was Aries's dream and nightmare.

"Ahh…" came out a hoarse voice, pulling her closer to him and rubbing her back to soothe her. His eyes emanated murderous intent, contradicting his careful stroke. "… right. That wretched empire and that damned man… still exists."