PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

663 Chapter 663 Go With The Flow.

A part of Revna wanted nothing more than to stare at how brutal and domineering her Master was, but she knew better than that. It was only a matter of time before the city security forces swarmed this place due to the sounds of fighting and gunshots.

“Master, we must go.”

Even though there was still a dangerous air lingering around Desmond, Revna leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. Snapping out of her stupor, Desmond nodded and followed her as she inwardly cursed her lack of patience.

While Desmond had never been the passive type, the massacre he had just carried out right in the middle of a city was way out of his modus operandi. There was also the fact that he had just fired an incredibly loud gun and expended a fair amount of absurdly expensive bullets.

A reckless, little-thought-out, and impulsive move, something that closely resembled the impression Desmond left on others, but was far removed from his actual way of doing things. However, Desmond wasn’t completely clueless as to why he acted like that, it wasn’t that complicated either, he just didn’t have the patience or self-control to do things differently. There was no great reasoning behind his behavior, but rather character flaws in his, a different and not necessarily less dangerous problem.

Whether he accepted it or not, his time in Lilith’s world had weighed heavily on Desmond’s mind, and he still needed time to acclimate, not to mention rest. Amid her thoughts, Desmond didn’t notice that Revna had stopped before crossing another alley, causing him to bump into her. Immediately, a sweet aroma assaulted Desmond’s nostrils and thirst came with the intensity of a forest fire.

Revna was just about to say something when she felt Desmond’s arms wrap around his waist, followed by the electrifying caress of her breath on his neck. Revna felt a kitten claw at her heart as she recalled her last intimate moment with Desmond, where he drank her blood. The pleasure of being consumed was something that tormented Revna every night, making her yearning, devout, if she could only experience it one more time.

Desmond’s lips on her neck felt as hot as red-hot coals, and she, Revna, couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure. Unable to take it anymore, Desmond whispered to Revna a request that he knew would not be refused. “I really need it, Revna, please let me drink just a little.”

Intoxicated by the expectation of pleasure, by what she felt herself being desired by the object of her obsession, a deep love like a black hole filled Revna’s eyes, like a spiral of emotions that would devour everything in its path. . “All that I am is yours, I would give you my soul and my life if you asked me, Master.”

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Without answering back, Desmond sank his fangs into Revna’s neck. Instantly, Revna was overcome by a wave of painful pleasure that completely overwhelmed her senses and her reasoning. Desmond, on the other hand, drank what to him might as well be the elixir of the gods, so sweet, so thick, so warm, so intoxicating, Revna’s blood was simply sublime.

A minute later, when Desmond stopped drinking, Revna released a warm sigh filled with satisfaction and arousal, partly from both the physical and psychological pleasure of being consumed by Desmond, but also from her Master’s dishonest touch that had gone all the way. her body; even now, Desmond’s hands were still firmly grasping her soft, plump breasts.

After finishing drinking, Desmond was grateful that he was no longer like in the beginning, when he had a hard time stopping himself. Desmond still found it a little funny that someone like him, who had a certain fixation on myths and legends, would end up becoming something quite similar to a vampire, although it was still incredibly different from one, which he is grateful for.

After all, who wanted to get sunburned, weak to silver, or need someone’s permission to enter his residence? While that last part should probably apply to anyone with any decency, Desmond was a pragmatist, he certainly wasn’t against breaking into a place or blowing it up with explosives if it would help him accomplish his plans.

“Master, is everything alright?” Revna’s voice came once more to get Desmond’s attention, who was losing himself in his thoughts more than usual.

Smiling with a hint of helplessness, Desmond responded. “Everything is good... and everything is bad.” Seeing Revna’s confused and concerned look, Desmond added. “It’s been a long, difficult day filled with deadly encounters, among other things. I really need a break.”

For the first time since Revna had met Desmond, he stopped looking domineering and invincible, beyond seeing him injured and on the verge of death, Desmond right now just seemed drained and exhausted. Desmond had never looked this vulnerable in Revna’s eyes, but more than breaking his trust or his respect for him, what really happened was that Revna’s love for him grew even more.

Revna wasn’t stupid, quite the opposite, so how could she not know the real reason why Desmond was always risking her life by traveling to other worlds? If it weren’t for his need to protect all of them, Desmond would have no reason to go around risking his life.

Without asking any more questions, Revna did the only thing that felt right to her at that moment, she turned around, and kissed Desmond as tenderly as possible. A small gesture of tenderness and passion was certainly not going to magically cure all the exhaustion weighing on Desmond, but she had to start somewhere. After slowly leaving, Revna said, “The rest of the girls should be back at Fei Long and Xiauyue’s residence in the city, do you want to meet them?”

Despite having broken his promise to Myrilla, Desmond wasn’t really in a rush to meet the rest of the girls, mainly because he didn’t want them to see him in his current state. However, Desmond wasn’t so quick to refuse, he still thought about Revna’s suggestion for a few seconds. Eventually, Desmond responded. “Maybe I’ll look for them soon, but it’s not the time yet. You guys have been trying so hard and progressing so much, I don’t want to be a distraction at this point, especially in my current state.”

To Desmond’s surprise, Revna didn’t simply take what he said as the last word, as had always been the case, instead, Revna stared at him, some dissatisfaction spilling over from her expression. “Why do you say that like you are a burden to us? It may be out of line to say this, but Claire, Sasha, and Cecilia love you. Each one in their own way and with different intensity, their love can manifest itself in different ways, but I’m sure they love you. Do you really think they would be satisfied with you hiding, healing your wounds alone in the dark, just because you don’t want to be a nuisance?”

This was perhaps one of the only times Revna challenged Desmond in this way, but he didn’t find it annoying but rather was moved by her words. “You’re right I’m sorry.”

There was no need to say anything else, an apology was more than enough. As ironic as it was, for someone willing to go so far, to sacrifice so much, Desmond actually had a very distorted view of what it meant to get hurt in the process. In addition to finding it a symbol of weakness, Desmond felt it was his duty to make these efforts, but he did not feel he should bring the load home with him, a perfect recipe for dying of exhaustion or carelessness during a mission, and many experts argued. That was how the collapse of marriage began.

Aside from the fact that Desmond wasn’t actually married to any of the girls, there was little to be said for how intimate his relationship with them was, even Cecilia and Revna, whom he had never had sex with, were in love with him to some degree or another. other.

With nothing else to add to contradict Revna, Desmond limited himself to caressing the silky reddish hair of her beloved before kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. After expressing his love and tenderness in her favorite way; physics, Desmond told him. “Come on, I want to see the girls, I’d like to hear all about their time in this world.”

Revna almost lost herself in Desmond’s touch and caress again, but she no longer felt the need to dwell on this little moment, Desmond was back, and though he would spend more time with the other girls than with her, his mere presence was more than enough for Revna.

Also, Revna really wanted Claire, Sasha, and Cecilia to come to see Desmond and spend time with him, that was what her family needed more than anything right now; to be reunited again

In the sky, hidden behind a dense cloud field, Kryzsha, the self-proclaimed goddess of the mountain watched this with glee as she mocked the person floating beside her. “Wow, that’s unexpected, someone dares to disobey the angel of love, isn’t he afraid of being cursed to be heartbroken?”

Contrary to what Kryzsha expected, Myrilla didn’t seem angry at all. “I didn’t expect him to listen to me in the first place either, he seems quite tired of listening to beings like me and following our instructions like a puppet. Besides, I’m not so petty as to get angry about something like this, he wants to see his loved ones, as an angel of love, that fills me with happiness.”

Kryzsha narrowed her eyes, finding nothing but genuine happiness on Myrilla’s face, as annoyed as she found it, the truth was that Celestials didn’t think and act based on the same notions that a dragon would. Myrilla was born of love, and she would live her entire semi-immortal life in the name of love.

Finding Myrilla’s lack of reaction frustrating, Kryzsha stopped looking at the reincarnated face of the love of her life, the memories hurt too much at moments like this, and made Kryzsha question why she kept allowing visits from this ghost from the past.