SON OF THE HERO KING

(AN: The event happened on the night of Salem. After Sol had his discussion with Asmodeus and went back to Medea.)

Lying down on her bed, arm raised high, Medea looked absentmindedly at the ring adorning her finger. It was a simple ring. Even though the jewel on the ring was small its value was immeasurable. Even beyond the sentimental value, many functional spells were engraved into the ring. Such as self-repair, protection, portal opening, self-cleaning, and a few more spells.

It was a practical gift in many ways.

Even now she had a hard time grasping everything that was happening around her. She had a feeling that she was just floating in a haze. A feeling that the proposal as well as the festival that followed were nothing but a dream, a cruel illusion perhaps.

“Am I… really not dreaming?” She pinched her cheek with her right hand, even though she knew it was futile. If she was in a powerful illusion, the simple act would not be enough to wake her up.

She even briefly considered using a Dispel spell but stopped herself in the end. For one it would be truly ridiculous. But more importantly, if this was a dream or even a cruel prank, she did not want to wake up.

“Such a heavy sigh while looking at the ring, I gave you. Was my proposal such a heavy burden on you?” Sol’s voice reached her as his breath tickled her ears. She nearly bolted out of her bed then and there. It was only thanks to her great control that she did not act based on her instincts, throwing a nasty spell at Sol.

“Sol, you really shouldn’t give us such a jump scare.” She reprimanded in a harsh tone, wearing an expression similar to that of a teacher scolding a misbehaving student who was playing a prank.

She stopped after seeing his face. His usual punch-worthy smirk and his air of confidence as he looked at her like a toy he could play around with. She had to admit that this look of his always made her legs a little weak.

Clearing her throat, she decided to first clear any misunderstandings he might have, even though she was sure he was pulling her legs. “There is no heavy burden. Instead. I am feeling happy. So happy that I wonder if this is even allowed.”

Medea had managed to overcome many of the traumas born from the betrayal, guilt, and isolation she suffered throughout the millennium of her imprisonment. But one thousand years of trauma could never be fully erased in the truest sense.

Because of her mistakes, many witches suffered and were rejected by humans. Some even died. Others subjected to cruel fates.

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Was it truly right for someone like her to become happy after everything she did?

She wondered and her insecurities started clambering right back from the depths of her mind where she buried them. But such thoughts completely scattered as a pair of strong arms hugged her small waist and scorching lips filled with passion and warmth smothered her.

It took her nearly a full second to understand that Sol was kissing her and another second to lose all sense of time as she was swept by an intense feeling of euphoria filling her heart.

When their lips separated, Medea gave Sol a dazed look as he wiped her lips with his thumb.

“Since you seem to think this is a dream, then let’s enjoy this beautiful dream together, shall we?” He muttered with a smirk before kissing her on the forehead.

Sol had matured brilliantly and understood that at the current moment, Medea did not need some logical reasoning coming from him. More than anyone else, she already understood her situation. She just wanted to share her deep-seated feelings of insecurities with someone she loved and trusted.

Sol could never make all her guilt vanish. But he could certainly share her burden.

A blush covered Medea’s face as she heard his words. It did not take long for her to nod, however. Now she did not need to fear stealing Sol’s life force. So she could enjoy the feeling of love and being loved.

Tiptoeing, she initiated the kiss this time around. Definitely more forward than she was used to but, at this point, it would not hurt anyone, right? They were engaged now. So she could show a less demure side to him, or so she gathered.

Many thoughts went through her mind as she searched for self-justification. But it did not take long for her to forget everything and just focus on the kiss as Sol’s tongue entwined with hers. His sturdy body, his strong scent, and the taste of his chaotic energy.

If there was a heaven on earth, Medea was sure that this would be it. She could ask for nothing more than to bask in the afterglow, his afterglow.

But Sol was clearly not satisfied with just a kiss.

Taking a step back, his eyes gleamed before he started lightly glomping and nibbling her neck. “This is our first night after being engaged. I am not going to let you sleep tonight.”

She shivered and let out a throaty moan. Anticipation filled her heart at his words. She knew fully well how long Sol could go when he was really serious about the sex. She certainly found no reasons to reject him too.

Sol smiled as he noticed that Medea was waiting for his next move. Her heartbeat started accelerating when she remembered where she currently was.

Salem. The home ground of the witches. She would most likely be the first witch to entangle herself in such a shameless act in their holy ground.

“Don’t worry. I already sealed the space. No eyes on us this time.” Sol reassured her with a chuckle.

A breath that she did not know she was holding leaked out at his assurance. She would never be able to raise her head if the witches were to see what was about to happen.