16 Chapter 4 (1/2)
Having been founded by a Hominum emperor, in the Regiis empire there was a custom fettering the occupation of its Hominum subjects. All Hominum were to be trained in the old language and take up the art of calligraphy in order to hold the post of a Tamer. Education and sustenance were guaranteed to them till they came of age and in return they were to serve as a notary official for all marriages in the empire.
As long as they were engaged in this craft, they were treated with great respect and privilege. But, if they wanted to exceed their station and hold an administrative post, then, the empire requested greatly strengthened individual battle efficiency.
As the heir to the position of clan Head, Mars too needed to undergo this evaluation since the post was simultaneously representative of the position of a Marquis of the empire.
He had to prove his strength and the members of his harem weren't allowed to help him in his battles.
He knew very well that if he lost the qualifications of the position of heir, his father too would be deposed by his uncle and their future days would be far from comfortable as the most dangerous and thankless of tasks would be theirs to perform.
He carried the pressure of his family's future happiness on his shoulders. Thus, his anxious pursuit of strength.
His extreme hope for the wind to listen to his command had proven counter-productive and blocked him from making a connection through their bond.
With her talks of freedom, Deimos wanted him to relax, laying bare her intentions to follow him in sickness or health. He didn't have to work so hard and bear so much pressure. She had already cut ties with her grandfather over his restriction of her freedom to love Phobos, she would do it again for him in a heartbeat.
If the clan fettered her she would snap her ties with them, if the empire fettered her, she would leave its borders. She was free, she was unfettered and she would follow him, come fair weather or foul.
He understood what she meant but he interpreted it differently. To him, the wind was the knife of time that whittled down the mountainous obstacles obstructing the path to his family's happiness. Why wallow in degeneration and let his family uproot themselves, even if they were willing?
While he had their support, nothing was beyond his reach.
Gasping for breath, the both of them came down from their high, sweaty and flushed red with exertion.
She wrinkled her brows in discomfort at the void feeling when he pulled out of her. Flushed with her recently successful breakthrough and still aroused from the aftershocks of her climax, she shot him an inviting look till something fell on her nose.
Startled, she wiped the offending substance off with her finger. It was mud.
The water and dirt sucked up by the hurricane was now coming down as a muddy drizzle.
Deimos leapt up from the log below her and rushed towards her clothes, snagging them from the ground before dashing out of the range of the rain.
Mars too took to his heels after her, holding up his pants with his functional left hand.
Rushing out of the range of the downpour, the both of them burst into a fit of laughter as their mirth bubbled over.
Throwing over her frock, sans her underwear, Deimos leapt into the bosom of Mars who had just finished fastening his trousers and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, purring with contentment.
”Masteeer… I broke through! I love you! I love you! I loove you!”
He hugged her tightly to his chest with his single arm and rested his chin on the top of her head.
He felt unprecedentedly tranquil as he watched the sky shed its dawning blush and reveal its cerulean hue. He wished that time could be framed in this moment forever.
Suddenly, Deimos jerked up with a startled yelp, slamming her head into his chin. Hissing at the pain, he clutched his jaw as she crouched down holding her head, whimpering.
”What!?” he hissed.
She looked up with teary eyes and pointed towards where they had been copulating.
”My fish.” she said piteously.
The corners of Mars' eyes twitched.
He couldn't help but pinch her cheek in exasperation. ”You damned glutton.”
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