The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 469: There’s a plus and minus of having an older partner

Chapter 469: There’s a plus and minus of having an older partner

After spending the night talking about Shwa, I got a bit homesick for missing my children back home and cried a bit before sleeping. That didn’t make me want to go back the next day, though.

Not with the blue sky and warm sunlight showering me as I lay on the patio listening to the sound of trickling water and chirping birds while my husband cooked me some breakfast. Nuh-uh. I’d stay for a bit longer in this quiet paradise.

"Isn’t it funny? We’ve been here for five days, but this is the first time we enjoy the morning scenery..." I giggled while looking at the swaying leaves above me.

"Sorry about that," Natha’s reply came with a waft of sweetness coming from the plates in his hand.

"I didn’t blame you," I raised my upper body so I could sit and receive the plate, which got me gasping. "You made a pancake!"

Might sound dramatic, but there was no pancake in Demon Realm’s breakfast--especially the one with a drizzle of syrup. Sweets for breakfast? Nuh-uh--not in Natha’s watch. The only sweets he allowed during breakfast came from the fruit. Huff--this old-fashioned Demon.

But what is this? What. Iz. Deez??

"Tried to make it with egg whites," he said, generously putting a small pot of fragrant syrup in my hand. Wow...even allowing me to put as much as I wanted? I see that he still felt guilty even now.

Well--I wouldn’t say no to this.

I drizzled the syrup on top of the thick, fluffy pancakes before he could change his mind. For the same reason, I immediately took a bite of it. My eyes widened as if I had just gulped a tankard of coffee, and I looked at Natha with sparkling eyes.

It was sooo good! So soft and fluffy and just the right amount of sweetness. I had no idea what kind of syrup it was, but it smelt so good--like flowers and fruits.

I couldn’t even tell him how good it was because I kept shoving the pancakes inside my mouth without any rest. That was how soft and fluffy it was--I could eat it all without needing to drink in the middle.

"I’m glad you like it," Natha chuckled while stroking my bulging cheek. "But it slower, sweetheart...I don’t want you to choke. No one is going to steal it for you."

But you might change your mind and decide it wasn’t healthy for me to eat a lot of flour in the morning.

I didn’t voice it, but perhaps he understood from my gaze, because he told me right away. "I told you that you can eat whatever you want after the wedding, didn’t I?"

"Oh," I swallowed the pancake in my mouth. "You really want to plump me up..."

He smiled sweetly while putting another pancake on my plate. My eyes narrowed and I whispered in a low voice.

"Are you going to eat me later, my Lord?"

"Oh," he raised his brow and bit my cheek lightly, before whispering to my ear. "How do you know?"

* * *

No, he did not eat me...yet.

He took me to the beach, which was as lovely as everything we had seen on this island. A soft, white sandy beach that was perfectly warm instead of scalding hot. When we arrived, the wave was just a shy rolling thing away from the beach--very tame, very much calling me to run along its side.

The last time I went to the beach was when I was a little kid, before my body couldn’t take any more mana deficiency and had to be hospitalized. It was such a faraway memory that I hardly remember it anymore. I didn’t even remember who I was going with--probably a family vacation.

I was glad that my first time visiting the beach in my adult--and second--life was with the love of my life; not just my lover, but my husband.

Athough the first thing I did was run from that husband. More precisely, I instantly ran toward the beach and the moment it was in my eyes. Leaving my footwear behind on the side of the woods, I ran with raised arms and screamed like Jade flying all over the realm of nature.

"Wheeee!" I laughed and screamed and flinched when the wave hit my ankle, wetting the pants I had yet to roll.

But you know what was the best thing about having a private island?

No one would care even if you get wet from head to toe! No one would even care if you went around naked!

I didn’t bother to roll my pants or take off my clothes. Didn’t bother to tie my hair too, just let the seawater spray all over my face. The water was warm and comfortable to touch, and I was contemplating having a dip when a pair of contrasting cold arms caught me and carried me high, right before a particularly big wave hit us.

The saltwater sprayed hard into my face and entered my mouth, and I caught between laughing and coughing in Natha’s arms. "Pfft--ahaha! Aaagh!"

Wave after wave was crashing into us strongly, and I got drenched quickly, until my hair could no longer swaying in the wind. Even while being held tightly by Natha, and in a higher position from being carried, I still got blasted from head to toe. Of course, Natha got even more drenched than me.

But damn...why did he even look sexier getting wet like this? His wet hair, water dripping through his patterns, and the sculpted body visible from the clinging wet shirt...

How unfair!

"What?" Natha looked up at my pursed lips. "Do you have enough playing with water?"

I grasped his face and kissed him hard. Gods, this beautiful specimen! I kissed and kissed him again. He was mine, uh-huh, he is mine.

After that thought, my kiss became more... possessive. And I guessed he knew it, because he started kissing back. The waves kept on crashing and hitting us, but they might as well have been nonexistent because I could only focus on how beautiful my husband was and how nice his kiss felt.

"Natha," I called him between the kisses, between breaths that felt heavier and hotter amidst the chilling breeze. "Natha..."

I wanted to say I loved him, and how I cherished him, and how I would never take him for granted...but all I could utter was his name. Hoping he could understand that much from my stuttering breath, I kissed him with my heart and soul.

Naturally, it did not end with just that.

Naturally, in a place where there were only the two of us, amidst the sand and the rolling waves, we shared silent words of devotion through intimate touches.

This time, he made love to me. In a gentleness that I knew him with, he took his name from my mouth. With all the sobriety and adoration in his eyes. And I loved it. I loved his gentle and soft touch as much as I loved his wild and rough side. I enjoyed the loving caress as much as I enjoyed the possessive clutch.

Because all of that came from him, from the one I loved and promised to be together with forever, until death came to us and took us to be together in another realm, for another adventure.

Of course, a sober Natha was as much fun as the dazed and muddle-head Natha. He made me flustered with all of his sweet words and alluring voice, and took me to plunge under the sea.

Obviously, you didn’t think we did it to scuba dive or something, did you?

Ahem. Anyway--he fulfilled his promise. It was...something. Rather hard doing it while fighting buoyancy, and I felt like we might traumatize a few fish there, but gosh, was it fun! Fun, indeed!

I almost wanted to do it again, but afraid a colony of crabs might get pissed and decided to snip-snip.

The thought itself stayed with me until night, however, that I still giggled after I was snuggly tucked beneath the blanket before we went to sleep. "It’s more fun than I expected," I told Natha when he asked me why I couldn’t stop giggling.

"Is that so? What did you originally expect anyway?" he asked while patting me like usual.

I blinked and, thinking back, started to get bashful. "Umm..."

"Except sex," he added with curling lips.

"Uhh...umm..." I bit my lips as I tried to recall stuff. "Err...you...cooking?"

His brow arched. "That’s it?"

"W-well...I don’t have much experience with this, okay?" I pulled the blanket up to cover my lower face. "A-and...it’s because everyone kept talking about t-that!"

Unconsciously, I glanced at the bedside table and the unused stuff inside the drawer. Natha held my cheek and turned my face back toward him. "Well, well...I know my pretty husband has a huge appetite," he strokes my lips provocatively. "But I came to understand that he also became even more of a pervert lately."

N-no need to out me like that, okay?! Besides...

"W-what’s wrong with being a pervert with my own h-husband?!"

His lips stretched wider. "Nothing, nothing at all," the silver eyes curled gleefully. He leaned down and I thought he would kiss me, but he whispered into my ear instead--which was kind of better. "We still have time to utilize everything in that drawer."

I perked up. "Really?"

"Sure."

"Now?"

He blinked and laughed against my shoulder, before sighing long. "No, sweetheart. Give mercy to my back, will you?"

...oops. Well, sorry Old Man.