Nova felt a sudden throb in her chest as Tyrian's sleepy voice broke the silence, his eyes fluttering open to find her near his sensitive area. She swallowed nervously, her hands freezing in place as she met his gaze.
"I..." she started, her voice trembling slightly. "I just wanted to be close to you. To remind you that I'm here."
As if sensing her thoughts, Tyrian spoke gently. "I didn't go to a brothel," he explained, his eyes locked on her worried face. "Not even once while I've been with you."
Nova's eyes widened in surprise, relief flooding her senses at his reassurance. She hadn't expected him to address her worries so directly, let alone with such sincerity.
"I-I see," she whispered softly, her gaze fixed on her fidgeting fingers. "I appreciate you telling me the truth."
Despite the revelation, Nova was eager to maintain their intimacy. Her eyes shifted to his, a plea expression for trusting her more. "I can still... satisfy you," she murmured quietly.
Tyrian's gaze softened. Though he often appeared stern and unyielding, there were moments when he couldn't help but be moved by her delicate side.
"Then," Tyrian spread his legs, allowing Nova access. "Use your hands," he instructed softly, a hint of longing in his voice.
Tyrian's gesture caught Nova off guard momentarily. With trembling hands, she reached out to him, her fingers tracing the contours of his massive member through his pants.
Tyrian's eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Nova's hands worked their magic on him.
He murmured softly, "Rub more under the tip."
Nova obeyed Tyrian's whispered instruction, her movements becoming more focused and deliberate as she followed his guidance. With gentle pressure, she massaged the sensitive area beneath the tip of his which making Tyrian's moan became fervent.
"Your breasts... use them to squeeze…."
Nova nodded hesitantly. She adjusted her position, leaning in closer to him as she pressed her breasts against his, squeezing and massaging. The sensation successfully made him groaned softly, his hands gripping the sheets.
As Tyrian reached his climax, he released with a powerful surge, his essence staining Nova's not-so-small yet desirable breasts and delicate face. The warmth of his nectar against her skin made Nova hitching her breath.
Tyrian leaned closer, kissing her lips passionately, undeterred by the remnants of his own hot liquid that still stained her lips.
With Nova melted into the kiss, her heart racing. They lost themselves in their passion, and their bodies pressed close as they sought solace and comfort in each other's embrace.
The next morning, Nova awoke to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. She stretched lazily, a contented smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night.
Turning to her side, Nova saw Tyrian still asleep beside her, his features relaxed in slumber.
With a gentle touch, Nova brushed a strand of hair from Tyrian's forehead, her heart swelling with love for the man who had captured her heart in ways she never thought possible.
Despite her love for Tyrian, Nova couldn't ignore the reality of their situation. She knew that he didn't want the baby, and the thought of raising a child alone filled her with overwhelming loneliness and despair.
She gazed at Tyrian's sleeping form, couldn't help but wonder if he would ever come to accept the child as his own. Would he be able to overcome his fears and insecurities, or would he ultimately abandon them both, leaving Nova to face the challenges of parenthood alone?
Nova sighed heavily as she closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer, hoping against hope.
As Tyrian stirred from his sleep, Nova startled slightly, wondering what thoughts were swirling in his mind as he slowly emerged from sleep.
With a soft sigh, Tyrian blinked his eyes open, his gaze locking onto Nova's. There was a moment of silence between them, pregnant with unspoken words and emotions.
"Good morning," Nova greeted softly, a tentative smile playing on her lips as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Tyrian's forehead.
Tyrian grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he shifted slightly in bed. Soon after, Tyrian rose from the bed, making Nova's heart sank deeper at the realization that he was preparing to leave once again. She continued watching silently as he reached for his outer garments and his broadsword.
Tyrian's commitment as a demon hunter would always come first. And she feared that he would prioritize his work above her and their unborn child indefinitely.
With a heavy heart, Nova forced a small smile, masking her inner confusion as she watched Tyrian prepare to face his mission. "Be careful out there," she spoke softly as she fought to keep her emotions in check.
Tyrian nodded in response, his expression solemn as he turned to face her. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of regret or maybe even longing, but it was gone in an instant as he pulled his cloak tighter around himself.
"I'll be back," he promised, his voice gruff and distant as he made his way to the door.
While Nova watched him depart, a storm of loneliness hit over her, knowing she would once again be left behind while Tyrian ventured into the unknown. However, she quickly shook her head. Tyrian had his own reasons for taking on these jobs, and she shouldn't hinder him further by complaining.
"I have to do what I can to help him," she muttered aloud.
Glancing at a nearby bag, she unzipped it to reveal an array of weapons nestled inside. Taking a sharpener, she meticulously honed each potential weapon, cleaning and refilling bullets in the guns as she prepared them for use.
While carrying out her task, Nova found herself lost in thought. She had been with Tyrian for a year, yet she knew very little about his past life. Every time she asked, Tyrian only offered vague responses or avoided the question altogether.
Tyrian remained enigmatic, his life veiled in uncertainty—a painful truth that Nova wasn't close enough to unravel.
"What do you truly desire, Tyrian?" Nova murmured to herself.
As midnight approached, Tyrian finally returned, but his appearance was unsettling. He was mostly covered in blood. Nova, who had been waiting for him, couldn't find the words to respond, especially knowing his temper often surfaced when he was exhausted from a long and tiresome job.
As Tyrian collapsed onto the nearest chair, his breathing ragged and labored which, somehow, made Nova feeling a surge of guilt. Normally, she would have been his partner, helping him complete the job efficiently as a sharpshooter. However, with her pregnancy, she couldn't assist him in the slightest.
With a heavy heart, Nova approached Tyrian cautiously, her steps hesitant as she reached out to touch his shoulder gently. "Tyrian," she whispered softly. "Are you alright?"
Rather than receiving her warm touch kindly, Tyrian released her hand from his shoulder and sighed, averting his gaze. She finally withdrew her hand slowly. Hurt and disappointed.
Not even glancing at her, He abruptly stood and began to strip off his blood-stained garment. His movements were quick and purposeful as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Nova hesitated for a moment before following him quietly. She found him standing beneath the shower's cascading water, his back turned to her as he let the warm water wash away the stains of battle.
"Tyrian," she called softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rushing water. "Let me help you."
But Tyrian remained silent, his shoulders tense and rigid as he stood beneath the stream of water. Nova could see the tension etched into every line of his body, the weight of his burdens pressing down on him like a heavy cloak.
With a sigh, Nova stripped off her clothing and approached him slowly, her hand reaching out to touch his back gently. She could feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.
"Let me help you," she repeated softly, her voice filled with quiet determination.
Tyrian finally nodded. He turned to face Nova slowly, his gaze meeting hers in a silent acknowledgment of the bond that united them.
Nova reached for the scrub nearby and poured the liquid soap, her movements were gentle and careful as she began to lather the soap onto Tyrian's skin. She worked methodically, her fingers tracing the contours of his toned body.
With each stroke of the scrub, Nova could feel the tension melting away from Tyrian's muscles, the warmth of the water and the soothing scent of the soap enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort and safety. She worked in silence, her focus solely on the task at hand, her mind free from the worries and uncertainties that had plagued her earlier.
As Nova finished scrubbing and rinsing Tyrian's skin, she turned off the shower and reached for a clean towel. With gentle care, she began to dry his skin. She paid careful attention to every inch of his body, ensuring that he was completely dry and comfortable before they left the bathroom.
Finally, Nova set the towel aside and reached for a fresh set of clothes. With a soft smile, she helped him dress, her eyes meeting his in a silent expression of love and devotion.
"Here," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. "You're all cleaned up now."
As Nova started to lower her hands, Tyrian drew them closer, leaning in to kiss her. His tongue twirled inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.