"Good morning moonlight! Had enough rest? You slept through breakfast so I made you a brunch. Are you still exhausted after last night? I hope I didn't work you out too much. Hehehe, I might have gotten carried away this time." he greeted setting down a nice wooden tray on her lap filled with mouth-watering food and tea.
"Thank you..." was her only reply to the demon. Aleister looked really cute and husband-like in his chosen attire. The demon wore casual denim pants and a black shirt while a pink apron covered his front. Even though his outfit is simple he is extremely charismatic due to his well-built body and broad shoulders making the witch want to be encased in his embrace. Ruby blushed a shade of pink before turning away to throw away the thought.
Manticat flew to the room carrying a small basket of fresh strawberries from the ref and placing them in front of her.
"Uhhm... Thank you, darling." she said caressing the head of the familiar affectionately who snuggled happily in her bosom.
"Meeoow meeoow meow meow."
"Well, I missed you too my little warrior. Sorry, mommy had to work really hard and ignore you."
"Meeoow meow meow." Manticat replied before taking a seat on the wooden tray and helping himself to a roasted salmon with pesto sauce.
Ruby grabbed the utensils and started digging into her spaghetti. Aleister sat on her bed and watched her eat with a beaming smile. The witch felt extremely uncomfortable by his ogling but she just ignored him and ate her meal. She was quite surprised to find the dish extremely delicious and the tea exceptionally well brewed, almost reaching the perfectness of her own work.
"Like it?" Aleister asked, grinning proudly at her.
"Yes, it's very delicious." she answered plainly but it seemed to be enough to water his ego sprout.
"I was so pumped up when I woke up so I ended up doing all the house chores so you can sit tight for the rest of the day and relax." Aleister boasted with a proud smile like a dog expecting praises and treats. Ruby smiled awkwardly at his antics.
"All of it?" she whispered in disbelief.
"Well yes. I watered your garden, cleaned around the house, bathed Manticat, cooked our meals, and washed all our dirty clothes, though I might have taken a few sniffs from yours. I just can't help it, your sweat smells like milk and your panties-" Ruby interrupted him by pushing a slice of bread inside his mouth shutting him up.
"That's very kind of you but just keep down those pieces of information, okay?" Ruby reprimanded before eating a fork full of his spaghetti, looking away with a cute blush. Aleister seemed delighted by her flustered reaction making him eat the bread with a huge grin while watching her get all pink and shy on him. Even though his little mistress is already hundreds of years old she's still a young maiden at heart.
"Cutiepie." he thought.
"Oh, by the way, my swelitch." Aleister started rummaging through his pocket.
"Swelitch? Is that a demonic word?" Ruby asked in curiosity.
"Well it's a short word for my "sweet little witch", I came up with it while washing your undies. They were small yet very sexy, the more I pulled out the thinner they became and it's just so cute."
"Perverted demon eggplant..." Ruby muttered under her breath looking away from the male.
"Hey, I'm not the one wearing thongs every day and thin lacies."
"A woman can wear anything she wants and that doesn't make her a slut. Please keep that in mind." Ruby reprimanded, flicking his forehead.
"Right, right, sorry. I received your daily newspaper from the delivery ravens and I think you should see it." Aleister grabbed the paper from the back of his pants and handed the object to his mistress. She thanked him before browsing through its contents until she found something that piqued her interest.
She found news about the Swan Princess Ophelia and her missing sword that was an heirloom to their family making her scoff. She's been assaulted by an unknown sniper, she fought back but her attacker seems to be well acquainted with her capabilities and magic strategies which incapacitated her resulting in a crushing defeat. She's been a coma ever since and hasn't shown any signs of rousing. A witness had informed the press that her assaulter was seen escaping in the darkness and vanishing into the forest holding the Sword dearly in his arms like his life depends on it. No one was able to recognize the assaulter other than the fact that he's a marksman and there are hundreds of marksmen living in the vicinity so there is an unlimited number of people qualified to be a suspect. A search party is being arranged by the police to sweep through the woods alarming Ruby. They might look into her house and find Aleister as well as the Sword in there. It's only a matter of time before they come knocking to her door therefore she needs to act quickly.
An awkward silence reigned as Ruby stared at the paper with a distant look. Putting aside what happened last night, there is only one more thing bugging her mind other than her betrayal of Geneva and this latest news. Aleister needs to leave for quite a while therefore she had just brewed the perfect plan to hit two birds with one stone.
Leanna had successfully delivered her the Sword of Promised Victory and now the only thing missing to complete the set is the scabbard that will give her time to live her life for how long she wants. And the person who can give her the last key to her freedom is just sitting beside her.
Her golden eyes went to the demon smiling brightly at her. She gulped, swallowing her pride.
"Aleister, I need to use my favor. There's something that I need you to do."
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Leanna sat inside her room in the Sellsword's Keep gazing out from her window into the Tower of Merlin where Gallen stays. She had stolen his sword and left a note in his room to meet her in the assassin's house. She knows how precious his blades are to him, each one of them is special therefore it is the only means she knows to summon him back to her.
A knock interrupted her thoughts so she quickly went to answer the door, her heart hammering inside her chest in anticipation of his arrival. Gallen's annoyed face greeted her joyful one.
"What the hell do you fucking want? I've tolerated you long enough and now I'm finally pissed. When will you register in your single brain cell that I don't want you I want Geneva! Get out of my life you stupid bitch and give me back my sword." Leanna was dumbfounded due to his harsh and cruel words making tears build-up from the corners of her eyes but she blinked them away and pulled him inside her room.
"This is all an illusion. You don't love her, you love me! It's just a love potion, we can make it right." Leanna said, taking out the red vial from Ruby.
"Just drink this and all will be well. Everything will become as it should." Leanna poured the potion into a small shot glass and offered it to Gallen.
"I don't want your potion!!" He said before slapping her hand away making her gasp. The glass shattered into millions of broken pieces along with her heart.
Gallen unexpectedly pushed her on top of her bed and straddled her waist. He suddenly tore her clothes leaving her naked on the bed. Leanna tried to fight back and oppose him but he is too strong. Gallen opened his pants and took out his cock before slapping her face when she tried to push him away. The assassin suddenly slammed his whole length inside of her dry sex tearing her insides mercilessly and drawing out blood.
"This is what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you because you're such a horny bitch. Well now have it! Have it and enjoy as I fill you up with my bastard!" Gallen yelled as he pounded her insides with no affection or pleasure.
"Gallen please stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts so much!" she begged in despair. Leanna cried in pain of his assault unable to comprehend that the man that she loves is violating her in the worst way possible. It felt like he was pistoning himself inside her hard and careless, shredding the walls of her tight vagina.
"You bitch have... My... Bastards!!" he screamed as he orgasmed his load inside her panting heavily as he did so.
Tears won't stop flowing from the marksman's eyes due to his defilement. She reached for the bottle that had fallen on the ground and drank its contents. She pulled Gallen down to her face before slamming her lips against his and pushing the liquid into his mouth. The mage opened his mouth in surprise and unwillingly drank the potion before pushing himself off of the marksman and wiping his lips with his sleeves.
"You desperate slut!" he screamed before taking out his sword and preparing to stab her dead. He ran to her and lifted the blade over his head however pain suddenly engulfed his mind making him drop down to the floor.
"Wha-what did you do to me?!" he asked in agony.
A pink aura suddenly surrounded him like a burning fire a red aura soon followed trying to consume the pink one. The pink aura fought back but the red one is clearly stronger. Soon the red aura was able to beat the pink one and the mage screamed a maddened howl. He went limp on the floor, his mind unable to keep up with the strange magic that has plagued his mind and body.
Leanna went to his side and cradled his head on her lap brushing away the strands of hair that covered his eyes.
"Gallen? Are you alright?" she asked. The male slowly opened his eyes blinking up at her with confusion and cluelessness, like a person finally rousing from a long imprisoning dream
"I'm sorry Leanna. I'm so sorry." he whispered as he rose from her lap and encased her in his embrace.
"I'm okay now. I remember you." he said cupping her cheeks and kissing her full on the lips.
"It's you. Truly you." Leanna exclaimed in joy after they pulled away.
"Yes and now no one can stop us. Let's run away. I don't care about my family or the Bellthorn. To hell with Geneva and her damned family. I want to be with you." Leanna released a chuckle of happiness before hugging him tightly.
"Let's go to the ends of the world and live our lives together until we get old and shriveled." The marksman joked before placing kisses on his cheeks.
"Yeah, I would love that."
Unbeknownst to the two, is a marksman listening in to their conversation from the other side of the door. He crushed the bouquet he held in one hand before turning around and taking his leave. The flowers were thrown harshly on the window as his steps thundered with rage.
Only one thing left to do to have a chance.