Chapter 201 I'm in bed with my Erodere demon spirit?
(POV: Lumiere)
The night before our departure to Drakoria, I was standing outside Isadora's chambers in the City Hall.
I knocked on her door softly.
A weak voice drifted through the door, its tone filled with fatigue.
"Who is it?" Isadora asked, her words tinged with vulnerability.
"It's me, Lumiere," I replied with a steady yet concerned voice.
With a weary sigh, Isadora granted me permission to enter. Stepping into the dimly lit room, I was greeted by the sight of Isadora seated on her bed, her long, ebony locks cascading over her shoulders and her stunning figure accentuated by a black gown.
My gaze softened, and I could only admire her beauty even in this weakened state.
A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I approached her, my footsteps barely causing a stir.
"You don't look so well," I murmured.
Her red eyes, heavy with exhaustion, met mine with a touch of sadness.
Her pale lips quivered slightly as she fell back onto the bed.
She groaned. "I don't want you to see me like this," she whispered, her vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings.
Without hesitation, I joined her on the bed, positioning myself behind her and enveloping her delicate waist with my arms. I drew her closer, whispering soothingly, "You're never anything less than perfection to me, Isadora."
A slight pause hung in the air before Isadora protested weakly.
"I'm sticky and gross, I haven't even left the bed today," she sighed.
I chuckled softly, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ear.
"Since when have I ever cared about something as trivial as that?" I asked.
Lowering my lips to her cheek, I pressed a tender kiss against her skin.
Isadora's eyes widened in surprise as she voiced her observation, "You're more romantic than usual tonight, Master."
My voice softened, my eyes locked with hers. "Perhaps it's because I missed you," I confessed.
A glimmer of realization flickered in Isadora's eyes, followed by a playful smile.
"Ah, I see. We didn't get to see each other throughout the day, did we?"
She leaned further into my embrace, seeking solace in my presence.
I pulled Isadora closer against my chest, my strong arms enveloping her delicate frame.
With a soft smile, I gently asked her, "So, how are you feeling?"
Isadora's weary voice filled the room as she sighed, "Pregnancy is such a bummer."
I chuckled at her words. "Hm, I guess so. But your pregnancy is quite different from a human's." My hand trailed along her back, my fingers drawing circles that elicited a slight moan from her lips.
Isadora hummed as her eyes shifted to the side to catch a glimpse of my face. I always did love her big red eyes, however, when she was in sexy mode, it'd take a slightly feline form.
"How's it different?" she inquired.
Without hesitation, I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear, hot air gently sliding into it. "Well, for one, the pleasure I can bring you..." My words trailed off as my fingers continued their enchanting dance along her back.
Isadora's breath hitched, and she interjected, "Noooo~~ I don't feel like sex tonight."
A grin spread across my face as I leaned in, pressing my body against hers, her ass lodged into my crotch and melding together perfectly.
"That's precisely my point," I whispered seductively. "You see, during pregnancy, women tend to become a bit cranky about such matters. But you, Isadora, you're different. Sober, even."
My one and only Erodere, Isadora, wasn't as thrilled about sex. The thought of it was almost unbelievable, and yet, it wasn't impossible.
A soft laugh escaped her lips, followed by a delicate cough. Lightly, she insisted, "Get out," her laughter, unintentionally seeping out of her rosy lips. "I don't want to laugh right now. It'll only give me a headache."
I nodded understandingly, my hand caressing her cheek.
"I will, I will... I just wanna be with you for a few more seconds, or minutes... maybe hours?"
Isadora teased, her voice hushed, "You're awfully clingy tonight, Master."
A warm smile tugged at my lips as I replied, "Just as I said before, I missed having you around."
Giggling softly, Isadora mused, "But Master, you always have lots of women surrounding you. It shouldn't matter if one goes missing for a while; there are always more."
As she uttered those words, a soft, knowing smile formed on my face.
My hands, filled with tenderness and desire, delicately explored her delicate body, gliding sensually towards her crotch area. "Isadora," I whispered, "please, don't you ever say that again."
Isadora's eyes widened.
"Please," she sighed, "you don't need to pretend you're against it. I understand that you may love one woman more than the others."
My warm breath brushed against her ear as I leaned in closer, a barely audible gasp escaping her lips. "My love," I murmured, my voice a gentle caress, "have I ever given you any reason to believe that I love anyone else more than you?"
There was a momentary silence.
This was the first time I'd ever called Isadora my love so prominently, and honestly, I felt like I should've done this earlier. However, it was never too late to start trying better.
While Isadora carried herself as the type who just wanted physical affair with me, I felt like she wanted more than that. She wanted an intangible relationship with me as well— a relation of emotions.
It reminded me clearly of the time back in Zarbon city, when she asked me if I loved her.
Then, and now, I didn't lie when I told her I did.
Isadora was special to me.
A shiver coursed through her body as my words carried the weight of my unwavering affection.
"I love all my women equally," I confessed, my hands tracing a path back up her body to rest upon her flat stomach. "And you, my love, carrying our child, are the living proof of the undiluted love that courses between us."
The room seemed to pulsate with passion as I stood up from the bed, my long black hair cascading over my shoulders.
Just as I prepared to take my leave, Isadora shot up, her beautiful red eyes filled with longing.
"Wait," she implored, her voice no more than a whisper.
I paused, my hand resting gently in my pocket as I turned to face her, curiosity etched across my features. "Huh, what's the problem?" I asked with a voice of tender concern.
Isadora's cheeks flushed a captivating shade of crimson as she admitted, "It's nothing, really. I just... I want you to stay with me, even if it's just for a little while longer."
A surge of warmth erupted within my chest as I approached her, my hand gently cupping her head. Our eyes met, a sweet intensity igniting the air between us. Slowly, I leaned forward, my lips tenderly pressing against her forehead in a kiss.
"No, you should really get some sleep," I told her.
"You're no fun," Isadora pouted playfully, sinking back into the plush pillows of the bed.
I chuckled softly.
I made my way towards the towering oaken door.
When my hand pressed against a cold metal button, a surge of energy flowed through my veins. I channeled my magic, pouring it into the intricate mechanism before me. The fire magic core bulb flickered and gradually faded, plunging the room into a gentle darkness.
"Goodnight, Isadora," I whispered.
I lingered for a moment, my eyes tracing the contours of her delicate features, committing the sight to memory. Reluctantly tearing myself away, I turned towards the door, only to be greeted by the familiar presence of Umbra, our loyal butler, whose gloved hands and sleek butler suit exuded an elegance that remained unrivaled even in the depths of night.
Slightly puzzled by his presence, I queried, "Umbra, what seems to be the matter?"
His crimson gaze met mine. "Master, I cannot fully rest until I know you have found peaceful slumber," he confessed.
Tilting my head in contemplation, I absent-mindedly scratched the back of my neck, pondering his words.
"You need not worry about me," I reassured him. "Tomorrow, we're developing the Delia Viscounty, you'll have lots of work to do."
Umbra bowed his head respectfully. "I am at your disposal whenever you require my assistance, Master," he declared.
"I know."
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