"My love, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I will love only one man—yesterday, today, and forevermore! And that's you, my love. I will cherish and honor you, always." Althea's voice broke, and tears began to spill down her cheeks.
She couldn't help but tremble at the thought of how much they had shared—how could only six years between them even compare to the 85 years of love, laughter, hardships, and countless moments they had endured together?
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The soft sound echoed in the room, each step drawing Ross's attention until Althea's figure was fully revealed.
Her perky pink nipples stood proudly, their inviting hue complemented by the flawless curves of her hourglass figure.
The smoothness of her skin seemed to shimmer under the bright lights overhead, her tight pink pussy lips radiating a health and vitality that was impossible to ignore.
She looked like a vision—one sculpted to perfection, designed to tempt even the strongest of wills.
Althea wasted no time. Her bare feet padded softly against the floor as she rushed toward Ross, her movements swift yet graceful.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her soft, warm body against his.
The fullness of her breasts molded perfectly to his back, their gentle weight sending a shockwave of sensation coursing through his body.
Ross didn't need to turn to see her; even from the corner of his eye, he could take in her naked form.
The subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the faint scent of her skin—everything about her presence was intoxicating. His heart raced, and he felt the undeniable heat of desire building within him.
His body responded immediately, his arousal straining against his restraint. All he wanted was to turn around, pin her against the nearest surface, and take her right there.
Yet, deep down, he knew he couldn't let his instincts take over. Not yet. He clenched his fists, taking a steadying breath, forcing himself to remain composed.
No matter how tempting she was—and Althea was temptation incarnate—he had a role to play, a plan to follow. Breaking character now would be a mistake, one he could of course afford but was too lazy to do a second try.
Even as her lips brushed softly against his shoulder, her warmth seeping into him, Ross stood firm, his resolve unshaken, though only barely.
"It's too late, Yumi." Ross's voice was steady, though there was a trace of bitterness lingering in his tone.
"I saw the hesitation in your eyes earlier. You've built a different life now—one far removed from the simple, ancient times we once cherished. Everything about you has changed, from the way you carry yourself to the choices you've made. And more than anything, you're already committed to that man. Your lover."
He let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head.
"With your peerless beauty, I can only imagine how things have been between you two. I'd wager you've already fucked like rabbits in the wild, haven't you?"
Althea's arms tightened instinctively around his waist, her grip desperate, as though holding him might stop the hurt his words inflicted.
"No, my love," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. Continue your adventure at empire
"You're wrong. I'm still clean and untouched. No man but you has ever conquered my body. That was true before, and it is true now. It will remain true until the end of time. No matter what life has thrown at us, my heart—and my body—have always been yours."
Her words were laced with unwavering conviction, and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she buried her face against his back.
She clung to him like he was her last tether to a happiness that had always seemed just out of reach.
Ross stood silent for a moment, her declaration hanging heavy in the air between them. Slowly, he turned his head to glance at her over his shoulder.
His eyes softened for a fleeting moment, but the steel in his resolve remained.
"Hmm," he murmured, his tone thoughtful yet unyielding. "Then how do you plan to set things right? What about him, Althea? You've been with him for years. You owe him the truth—or at least an explanation. You can't keep him in the dark. That would be a great injustice to the feelings you two share, no matter how much you try to deny it."
His words struck a chord, and Althea's grip loosened slightly. Her chest tightened with the weight of his reasoning, even as her heart rebelled against it.
Ross sighed, his hand gently resting over hers for a brief moment before pulling them away from his waist.
"If you truly want to be mine, you know where to find me. Come to my abode when you've made your choice. But if you can't… if you can't leave him or reconcile your heart, then let this be our last meeting."
His voice grew quieter, though the finality in his tone was unmistakable.
"This is where our paths must diverge, my love."
He stepped forward, his movements deliberate but reluctant, as though each step away from her carried the weight of a thousand memories.
Althea watched, her arms falling to her sides, her heart pounding in her chest as he walked away.
The room seemed to grow colder with each step he took, and the silence that followed was deafening. Althea wanted to call out to him, to beg him to stay, but her voice caught in her throat.
Instead, she stood frozen, her mind torn between the love she had clung to for so long and the reality of the life she had built in his absence.
Ross didn't look back as he disappeared through the doorways, leaving her to grapple with the choice that would shape both their futures.
The echoes of his footsteps faded, but his words lingered, haunting her as she stood alone, the weight of the moment pressing down on her like an unyielding storm.