ATLAS:
Hours Before:
I left there heading towards the garden, and I saw them coming in that direction with about three girls, each with one wrapped around the waist.
(I find these girls so ridiculous who don't appreciate themselves and are running after grown men as if they were domesticated dogs)— I think watching the three assholes grabbing their little bitches
I approach and speak
— Can you do me a favor and let me talk to those three over there?— I say ironically to the bitches in heat
They see themselves with mocking faces, but this face soon turns into astonishment and fear.
— Cla— cla— of course Supreme— says the brunette pulling the others who are probably her friends away from there practically running
— Supreme? What do you want with us?— asks the suspicious redhead
— What do I want? Simple, I want to know whom they were talking about in there near the dri .ks?— I say getting even closer like a caged animal, I see their faces get tense, they probably already know that the "lady in the red dress" is MY female
— We were just talking about how nice the girl seemed— says the blonde taking a deep breath and trying to maintain a posture that doesn't give away his lie
— Serious? So I must have misheard the part where you talk about a woman in a "hot" red dress who even makes you want to "bite your tummy just thinking about it" and who is supposedly "delicious"— I say trying to control my breathing that it's already deregulated, I see everything starting to turn red
— Su— su— supreme we didn't know she was Luna— says the brunette walking away
— Well, now you know you messed with the wrong woman because THAT.W OMAN HAS. OWNER— I speak loudly and slowly to see if they understand— And even if it were with any other woman, that's not something a real man does!— I say thinking about the disgusting way some men talk and treat women, (do they not realize that without them we are nothing? My wife is my everything, I can't imagine anything in my future if I don't have her by my side)
— And how does a real man treat women? Giving flowers and chocolates? — says the blonde ironically and without thinking, but soon regrets it when he is thrown away by my fist in his stomach
— A real man values the woman he has by his side— I speak in my demonic voice lifting him by the collar and giving him another punch, only now in his face
— A real man knows how to treat a woman with respect— I talk and see the others come and try to help their friend, I don't waste time and give the blonde another hard punch, throwing him to a tree, where he hits his head and passes out
This one was a chip
My punch is like a thousand times more powerful than anyone else's, I have enough power to fight thousands and kill everyone.
I quickly move towards the other two and bump their heads together.
— A real man takes care of and protects his woman as if she were the most precious jewel in the world— I say throwing the brunette to the ground stepping on his head while holding the redhead by the throat and punching him in the abdomen
— A real man would do anything to see his woman smile— I say throwing the redhead away and lifting the brunette also by the throat
— A REAL MAN KNOWS ABOVE ALL TO LOVE HIS WIFE— I scream in his face seeing him close his eyes in fear
I throw him to his friends who are leaning against a tree, the blonde is still passed out while the other two are almost unconscious
I was about to finish what I started when Mel appears
Damn bad luck!
At the moment:
— And that's what happened— I say taking a short breath remembering my wife hurt like that, I swear if Mel wasn't there I would have killed that bitch slowly, torturing her to death
When I saw my princess like that it was as if my heart had stopped, I felt useless for not having defended her, for not having protected her
When she needed it most I was beating up a bunch of assholes, (what a great fellow you are Atlas)— I think bitterly averting my gaze elsewhere, I didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes
I feel her get closer putting her hands together with mine that were on top of my leg, but I refuse to look at her and I keep looking down in the hope of feeling less embarrassed
— I agree with you— she says after a while making me look at her blankly— I agree with you about all those things about women, we just want to be respected and treated well!— she says looking at me with sincerity in the look
— Does that mean you're not mad at me?— I ask hopefully.
— That means I understand that you wanted to defend, not just me, but all women, but you went after them for an absurd reason Atlas, where you've seen yourself go fight with someone just because they talked about me— says getting up and starting to walk around the room
— What did you want me to do? Stare at the pussies talking about MY wife?— I say highlighting the word mine
— I wish you would act like a normal person and go talk to them or something— says looking at me seriously
— Oh? Then why did I find her slapped with Valkyrie outside?— I say sarcastically
— First, it was the bitch who started it, I was quiet in my corner and she went to tease me, second I don't want to see him calling her by her name, that seems too intimate— pouting
— And what do you want me to call her, Val?— I ask teasing and pulling her to me making her sit on my lap
I see your beak get bigger and your eyes turn angry and sly
— If you say that shitty nickname again I swear I'll rip your tongue out— he says with narrowed eyes in my direction
I kiss your pout and talk
— And what should I call her since I can't say her name?— I ask having fun with her jealousy
— For the new nickname I gave her, Valquiranha the mixture of cow and piranha, cool right?— question anxiously for my answer
I decide not to go against it because if I do that, I can imagine myself getting one of his pats, (which is much better than taking the probable punches that Mel must have thrown at Valquiranha)— I think not forgetting to use the nickname, maybe Mel read my mind and see me calling the bitch by the name
I wasn't going to do it!
— I really liked it, but don't worry, she won't get close to you and if she does, you can be sure I won't be as nice as I was— I say already imagining myself strangling the bitch, I smile at that
— What evil smile is that Atlas?— he asks looking at me suspiciously
— Nothing dear, tell me what do you want to do tomorrow? I've already taken care of some business from the realms so we can have a day of our own— I digress without wanting to reveal my thoughts and it seems to work as she soon gets excited
— How wonderful!— he says clapping his hands— I wanted to know your kingdom, talk to people, see the wrestling training, and adopt a puppy— I widen my eyes when I see your last choice
— Puppy? You want a dog knowing you have me, a wolf at your disposal hours a day?— I ask jealous at the idea of a flea chasing my wife
— I say all that and you just notice that?— an indignant question, but I'm the one who should be indignant here— that's right a very fluffy and furry puppy— I ignore my last question
— You didn't answer my last question!— I say seeing her sigh rolling her eyes
— Because I've always wanted to have an Atlas dog— he speaks slyly— and another, I've never seen his wolf— he says making me think about the possibility of showing my wolf and see if she changes her mind about the flea
— It's not like that, I show you my Wolf, and in return, you change your mind about the pu... Puppy— I quickly changed the word so she wouldn't get mad at the nickname I gave the unknown dog
— Nothing done, I want to see your wolf and have my puppy— I put my hand on my face rubbing briefly, this woman drives me crazy
I sigh heavily surrendering, she knows she has total power over me.
— You're going to make me turn gray before my time— I say ironically since that's impossible, I'm immortal
— Don't be like that, my sweet old man— he says, squeezing my cheeks and kissing my mouth
(The old man I even accept, but hot? I'm hot as fuck and my power in bed resembles a machine)— I think indignantly and throw it on the bed
Mel squeals and widens her eyes in surprise.
— I'll show you the fucking hot old man— I say putting myself on top of her
I keep my arms resting on the bed so as not to crush her and give her a passionate kiss.
Claiming her mouth as mine in a sensual dance of tongues, I clasp her in my arms possessively to show her just how male and virile her man is.
I quickly move away when I realize that I am losing control, I lie down beside her on the bed, and with a panting breath I speak
— It's getting harder and harder to concentrate— I say closing my eyes tightly.
— I say so— he says trying to wrap his little arms around me
I place her lying on top of me, with her head close to my neck and I start stroking her hair, giving small kisses to it.
I see her breathing calm down and I realize that she has fallen asleep.
(My princess was tired)— I think, putting my nose very close to your hair, where I sniff feeling your strawberry scent impregnate my guts
I press her body closer to mine and fall asleep thinking about the work I will have with this woman, MY woman.