MEL:
Cum
I can't believe that lady is finally in front of me, I can't believe that I can finally receive that warm and tight hug from my much—loved surrogate mother.
Without thinking twice, he dashed towards me, throwing me right into his arms.
So comforting, so familiar.
In that hug, I feel such delicious sensations: peace, comfort, familiarity, recognition, longing, and much love.
It's inexplicable what that vanilla—scented lady makes me feel by simply surrounding me with her chubby little arms.
My God, I miss you!
— Did I mention that one day you're going to kill me with your habit of catching me off guard?— I ask, still in her arms.
— Did I mention that if you keep hugging me like that, you'll end up suffocating me to death?— he mocks, squeezing me even tighter.
I chuckle when I see his failed attempt to be indifferent when he sees me again.
— Gee, I thought you loved me— I say with a little drama, pulling out of his arms like I'm going to leave.
— Don't say such a silly thing, girl!— he scolds me, patting my arm— you know that nobody loves you more than I do— he says proudly.
Before I can answer, I feel something encircle my waist pulling me back, making me lean my back against my walking wall.
— I'm sorry to inform you ma'am, but I have to disagree with what you said— says my cute ogre, making the lady direct her eyes in his direction.
Tia Maria instead of cowering in fear of the big strong male that was in front of her, did something completely different, she simply narrowed her eyes in his direction as if daring him to repeat what he said.
— And what exactly do you disagree with, oh your majesty— she says mockingly, even having the audacity to cross her arms and tap her foot impatiently on the ground.
— I simply disagree with the fact of finding the person who loves you the most— he speaks calmly— because with all the certainty in the world, that person is ME— he finishes speaking emphasizing the word "I".
— And who would you be by any chance?— asks the lady, already getting nervous with my ogre.
— Her partner, or if you prefer, her husband— he says simply, holding me even tighter in his arms.
Tia Maria starts to laugh uncontrollably as if she had been told the joke of the century, only to stop when she realizes that everyone is silent.
She quickly casts her eyes over me with a shocked expression on her face.
— Is that true Mel?— she asks, still in shock— is it true that my little girl got "married" and didn't even invite me to that "wedding"?— now her tone of voice is hurting.
— It's not like that— I say trying to find words that will help me control the situation— the point is that marriage between werewolves is a little different— I hope to heaven she doesn't ask how it works.
— Different how?— and it's not that the creature asked exactly what it wasn't supposed to ask!
I look desperately towards Atlas and beg him by the look to help me with this situation.
— Well... Let's say that for a werewolf to "marry" it is only necessary that the mating act take place— he says naturally and unexpectedly picks me up— now can we finish this conversation at home? I need to take care of my female! — he says already taking the first steps out of the training field.
Atlas takes long, precise steps toward the car, I see Aunt Maria running like a madwoman trying to catch up with him.
(So weird poor thing!)— I think, laughing internally at his clumsy steps.
— Hey majesty, go slower as this poor lady doesn't have all that energy she used to have anymore!— says Aunt Maria panting leaning on my "husband's" powerful car.
— compared to hustle this poor lady has plenty of pique— Atlas grumbles as he places me comfortably in the passenger seat.
I thank God that Aunt Maria doesn't have our hearing, because if she heard that, she'd certainly go into a rant until she didn't want to anymore.
— Enter Aunt Maria— I say seeing that she was still standing leaning against the car.
— Oh that's right!— she says all flustered, sitting right after in the back seat of the car.
Atlas turns around and quickly settles into the driver's seat.
We followed the path in silence, each one in his own "world".
I know I should be enthusiastically asking Aunt Maria about things, but today I'm just not in the mood.
Knowing that my parents are having such an argument makes my stomach flutter, their love is so beautiful and visible, it would be horrible to see what they built collapse from one hour to the next.
And those bitches, I don't even want to imagine when Christian finds out what I did, he's going to be extremely upset, who is he to give me a moral lesson?
(Your father!)— the daughter of a mother of my conscience reminds me of this mere detail.
I am snapped out of my daydreams when I hear Aunt Maria's voice.
— I don't want to sound like gossip, but could you tell me what's going on?— she says confused, shifting her gaze between me and Atlas.
— I'll explain everything to you later auntie, we're not really in the mood for a serious conversation like that— I apologize giving a tired sigh at the end of the sentence.
I see her nod with a still confused look on her face, I feel super bad for leaving my "crown" without concrete answers, but it's even better that I continue this conversation at another time.
I turn my face towards the car window, snuggle better in the seat and finally close my eyes, soon feeling the tiredness consume me.
Aunt Maria
Thanks to the years of living directly with Mel, I managed to acquire a certain "little power", one of them being the fact that I managed to find the Black City even though I was a mere mortal.
I even tried to wait a little longer to see my girl again, but I missed you and you know that, right?
Lie! That was it too, but there was another reason that contributed a lot.
I received two letters, one from Mel (who, by the way, was very beautiful), and another from her parents, the biological ones, in that letter they asked me "the wonderful aunt Maria" to move in with them.
Isn't it wonderful?
And as you can see I couldn't resist, there I was inside a plane (exclusively for supernatural beings), with a drooling old man sitting next to me, the worst of all was that this old man was sleeping right on my shoulder.
Eww, I have drool all over my face!
I arrived in the city and was already escorted to the car by two brutally huge, manly, and beautiful men.
Where did all that fire come from?
I kept asking myself that while shifting glances between one and the other, I couldn't help noticing that the two had very muscular bodies.
(Imagine what's down there)— I think, feeling myself blush strongly, just thinking about these things makes me shiver!
I get so caught up looking at them that I don't even notice when we reach our destination.
(But already? It was so good here)— I mentally wail as I get out of the car.
I see people huddle around two girls, one lying on the ground and the other being protectively crushed by the biggest man I've ever seen in my life.
When I realize that that girl is my Mel, I can't contain myself and I quickly go towards her, painfully passing through the crowd.
(Okay, it wasn't so painful)— I think feeling the rigid muscles of some brutes.
Well, the rest you already know! Now we are in the car heading towards the house where Mel and her husband live.
Husband...I still can't believe that my little girl is already a married woman, a girl who left home and when I go back to see her I find a woman, a big and strong woman.
He, the Majesty, can even be rude, irritating, rude and everything in between, but he shows great affection for my girl.
(And I noticed that with just the first look! I know this guy will do her a lot of good)— I think feeling that finally, my girl found her happiness.