MORTALE

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PRESE 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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FAYE waded in the small river by the house. The current was enough to gently pull her but she preferred to remain to stand, unmoving, and allow the water to flow around her. 

Blue sat nearby, resting his soft belly against the small twigs and leaves on the forest floor. Faye sighed and began to move closer to the edge of the wide river, sitting down and letting herself become engulfed in the water. 

After having a long talk about Deimos and his background, she understood now. The reason for the pull, the desire to constantly be with him. She knew about Mates but didn't know she would become one, although being that he is a demon made her thoughts a bit clearer. Still, she would admit she didn't know everything about Mates, but his origin seemed to help. 

Sitting and watching her light white dress float around her, she rested her head on her knees, bringing them up to her chin.

"Amore mio, perché sei seduto lì (my love, why are you sitting there)?" The rumbly voice of her protective Mate was behind her. 

Faye only turned her head to see him wade into the shallow with her, fully clothed and allowing the bottom of his pants to become wet. Deimos only stared at her, attempting to gauge her feelings. 

He could admit lately, she had been...Different. 

"My baby," he cooed, kneeling down but still above the water. He pushed the hair back from her face and frowned. "Why the sad face, hm?" He wanted to be extra gentle, especially after the recent events. 

Faye only turned her head and watched the water flow around her body again. She shrugged, not knowing how to respond. Deimos sighed and stood up. "Well, how about we go inside, hm? I want you to teach me how to make braided bread." 

Normally, Faye would squeal and jump at the opportunity to make bread, especially with her Mate who tended to be extra cuddly when she was cooking. 

But now, she remained sitting, only slowly nodding her head. Deimos knew he had to give her time, even though she had told him it was okay that he was a demon. 

Humans are weird like that, he thought. But not Faye, she's perfect. 

Deimos reached out his arms, wanting Faye to grab them. "May I hold you, my baby bee?" 

Faye pouted and nodded as if upset that he wasn't already. Regardless of the recent events, she still wanted to be as close to her Mate as possible. Deimos lifted her out of the water, her soaking dress dripping below. He waded out, walking back onto the shore, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and rest her head and arms on his shoulders. 

He placed a gentle kiss on her temple, brushing back the hair from her eyes once again. Although he would argue that he had no heart, he could admit that he felt something inside him breaking at the current state of his Mate. So lonely, so broken. 

Faye whined and tightened her legs around his waist as he began to walk back towards the house. 

"What?" He whispered. 

Faye unraveled her arms, twisting to look at the ground. "We can't forget Blue," she whispered, the bunny still sleeping peacefully on the shore. 

Deimos nodded and as much as he hated that furry creature (due to the fact it didn't offer much protection or anything), he bent down and allowed her to grab Blue, cradling the bunny in her arms, cocooned between the two bodies. 

Deimos quickly walked back to the house, getting her inside and in the warmth. He had cut wood all afternoon to start the fire, even though the house had the option of heating and air conditioning. He knew his Mate's old home didn't offer those and wanted to help her connect with the new home by attempting to remake the same environment. 

He gently rested her on the couch, noticing that she had her eyes closed, a soft yawn escaping from her lips. The warmth of the fire and the crackling sounds soothed her to sleep. Deimos pulled the bunny out of her arms, setting him on the ground for him to go to his bed. It was nearly sundown and getting colder, allowing her to stay in wet clothes was too risky for sickness. 

As gently as he could, he peeled off the wet dress, Faye only sighing occasionally but never waking. Laying in her wet bra and panties, he quickly went to find a pair of his sweatpants and shirt, even though they were huge, they were soft.

Faye didn't own any pairs, she'd prefer silk and matching sets. But, as she was dripping wet, he knew she needed the warmth. Retrieving a new pair of underwear, he walked back to her sleeping figure, gently peeling off the wet pair. He looked anywhere but her pussy, not needing a hard-on. 

He felt that he constantly had blue balls around the little minx, respectfully. 

Sliding on all of the dry clothes, he placed more wood on the fire and then laid down with her, curling her into his body. She responded by sighing and shuffling herself completely over him. 

Faye had a habit of sticking her butt in the air when she slept, strangely enough. But Deimos didn't mind, he gently laid a hand on her raised backside and rubbed slowly, luring her into an even deeper sleep. 

With rest assured that there would be no unexpected visitors and everything was locked securely, he closed his eyes and drifted off. 

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DEIMOS woke up to the sounds of pans clanging. He groaned and noticed the little one was no longer lying on his chest. It was the next morning and the fire was no longer alive, the windows were letting in a cool breeze and the birds sang loudly outside.

He walked into the kitchen, following the sounds, where Faye was awake and beginning to make more sweets. "Buongiorno piccola mia (good morning, my baby)," he whispered and walked up to her. She hummed and looked up at him, puckering her lips for a kiss. 

He gently connected their lips, groaning at the little minx as she pressed her soft body against his to get closer. He devoured her, bruising her lips and separating with a bite. 

"Mi stai dando di nuovo le palle blu (you're giving me blue balls again)," he groaned. "Feeling better?" Faye nodded and appreciated that he didn't push her to talk about it. "What are you making?" He asked as she was covered in flour, wearing her mother's old apron. 

"Sweetbread and cookies," she replied, mixing the dough. 

Deimos leaned down and ate the dough off of her finger, the sugar cookies melting on his tongue. 

"Hey!" She whined. 

"Hm," Deimos moaned. "Sweet, but not as sweet as you. I think it's time I get my breakfast, hm?" 

Faye giggled. "There is fresh juice in the fridge, I squeezed it myself." 

Deimos growled and picked her up, running with her to the bedroom. "There's a different juice that I want first." 

She giggled the whole way, her mood instantly brightened from yesterday. 

The two finished their morning routine in peace before wandering back outside to sunbathe together and tend to the garden yet again.