As she devoured his lips, Byron tried to hold his breath so she would not know he had been pretending.
'It's impossible!'
Being kissed while awake then pretending you're in a comma...
'Gods!'
It was so sweet and breathtaking, impossible to withstand. That's why Byron calmed his mind and got ready to give the Venomous Beauty a surprise of her life.
All he needed was to open his eyes.
'Let's go!'
A pair of sapphire blue eyes met his, their owner stiffening as if hit by electricity. Her eyes went wide like a loli caught stealing her little brother's candies,
AND A MOMENT OF AWKWARD GOO-GOO EYEING BEGAN.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds, the Venomous Beauty's cheeks turning red with every second that passed. She was hovering over him, on her knees and her elbows engulfing his head.
The position alone made Byron gulp and forget the pain he was feeling as a result of the journey he made from the Drumline Castle days ago. From what he could see, she was still in her bath suit because her juicy melons were dangling over his face. The thought of her in a doggie style, her honey pot exposed, provoked Byron's little brother who had recently recovered from the goddess's teasing.
'Why does she have to remain naked, dammit!'
Was she too concerned to leave him a alone?
An I'm lucky smile appeared on Byron's face, prompting the Venomous Beauty's face to turn red even more, shying her gaze away.
"I'm sorry!"
Byron didn't expect the beauty to cower and even feel guilty. Did this person really deserved death, or care? Byron chose the later. He was going to make her his little submissive kitten. That could only be if she accepted to surrender the shard to him, of course. If not...
'No! No if nots! I have to tame her.' Nothing else!'
'Don't keep her waiting for an answer then!'
"Sorry for what?"
She fell to her side, laying beside him. Within her eyes, Byron could see hope and admiration, joy and guilty.
For hope, Byron guessed she hoped that she had finally found someone with capabilities like those of God of Desires. Someone able to quench her lust. Admiration, Byron didn't know what to think. This body was handsome but malnourished. Maybe she knew what a flower boy he would become once taken care of. And last, joy and guilty.
Well! Those also were not something Byron could feel sad about. If she felt guilty, she would be easy to fall for his lies and tricks.
Uh... why lie? He was going to try his manipulation using true facts so he could get her to trust him.
'Stop pondering, you fool!'
"I should have listened to you!"
Byron lifted his upper body off the bed.
"That's not your fault. I'm the one who invaded you territories. I should be the one to be sorry and thank you for saving me. Banging my head hard on that rocky ground would have injured me!"
The beauty, staring at him now with only hope and admiration, her cheeks turned more red, the steam from her body increasing. His words were having a positive effect on her.
'This feels good!'
She lowered her gaze in embrasment, allowing Byron to wander his eyes around the room. All around them, drawings of a man of a godly beauty painted the walls.
'Who's that?'
It seemed like the Venomous Beauty had curved a large room inside the cave, decorating its walls with her inhuman talent at drawing, each painting about the same man, most of the times with a purple haired beauty, and other times alone. The only painting where the man didn't appear depicted a purple haired beauty, a sword in her hands and her position showing she was good at using swords.
The beauty realized what Byron could be thinking seeing a man's drawing on walls of her room.
"He's the God of Desires. I loved him and craved for his touch and kiss but he died before that could happen. That's why I was startled when I saw you. You smell like him."
The Venomous Beauties wanted revenge and were the ones who led to God of Desires' death. That's what the Goddess of Beauty had been telling Byron. And now, one of the beauties was claiming she loved him, that she was sad when his life ended.
'Interesting!'
Byron shifted his gaze toward her and raised his eyebrows, prompting the beauty to explain herself.
"Not every member of our clan was good at drawing. Some even could not hold a quill. Many could. That's how we made a living. When the god's war started, it left us with hunger. Even when it ended, no one needed to buy portraits with his precious new gem stone called food. That's how I ended up as the God of Desires partner to save my family."
The beauty glanced at one of the paintings on the wall where the God desires was depicted laying on a rose bed, a girl with purple hair sleeping over his chest.
'She had drawn herself sleeping with the God of Desires? Oh my!'
"I loved him. To me, he was a savior than someone who had led to deaths of countless girls years before. Now that he no longer killed his partners, I felt honoured to be one of his wives and I was determined to warm his bed."
Her voice started taking a sad tone.
"However, there were hundreds of girls like me who awaited his attention."
'Hundreds?'
This piqued Byron's interest. He wanted to hear more.
"Families from around the world were offering their daughters to him even when he had said he no longer needed more partners. I was among those he received unwillingly and it always made me jealous to see those whom he had picked before."
Her gaze then fell on his painting where hundreds of beauties were staring at the God of Desires who was on a raised platform, one of them whose hair was purple happily climbing the stairs toward him.
"He would pick a new girl from the offerings every week so we would not feel abandoned and isolated. I was the chosen one when Keza's minions executed her plan."
'What a sad story!'
Byron could understand how heartbreaking it was. It was like a bride losing her beloved gloom on their wedding day. Who were these Keza's minions then? And what plan did they execute?
"Keza?"
Now, Byron could see tears welling in her sapphire blue eyes, her voice brittle when she answered his question.
"Keza claimed she had lost her twin sister to the God of Desires first attempt to sleep with human girls. There were many more girls who had lost their big sisters and were now like me, in the category of the offerings, not sure if the God of Desires would one day give them attention."
Byron whipped tears off her cheeks using his thumb. The beauty was startled for a spilt second but continued her narration.
"This Keza manipulated the girls by showing them how he was selfish. That he not only killed their big sisters, but also took them for himself, keeping them craving for him when he was never going to touch them. Many were converted by her words and many did not."
'The plot is getting thick!'
Byron continued whipping tears off the beauty's face, enjoying the feeling of his hand over her soft skin.
"When God of Desire heard about it, he was frustrated and sent Keza away after smelling the Goddess of Miseries' scent from her. Rumors that he had sent her as a way to kill her in secret spread throughout the entire dungeon, frustrating her minions whom I suspect that they were also followers of the Goddess of Misery. Following, they shattered the hilt of his sword during the night and when the war for shards started, I picked one out of instinct and fled away."
Byron had too many questions to ask but the beauty was not done. This time, it was a question.
"Who did you..."
However, age didn't finish. Instead, she gave him a long look as if reluctant to ask what was in her mind.
Byron decided to encourage her.
"What?"
After letting out a sexy sigh, she asked, "Who did you kill?"
Byron furrowed his eye brows.
"What do you mean?"
"Who did you kill to get the God of Desires blood? Are you here to kill me also so you can take my shard?"
Byron waved his hands in refusal.
"No! I did not kill any..."
"Don't lie to me! I can feel you're still weak! So, don't mess with a depressed virgin unless you are proud of your manly capabilities."
This was unexpected and out of the picture.
'Oh gods!'