“Lian.”
“Bring me along, I beg you… I-I will go together with you… So bring me along… I don’t want to be left behind… Never again…!”
Alfred pats my back gently, like what Marie does when she tries to calm down kids who are distressed.
“Alright. I get it already. I’ll take you along with me.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll… stay with me? Always… together… Y-you won’t… leave me behind?”
“Yeah. I won’t leave you behind.”
“Promise…”
“Uh-huh… I promise you. So don’t cry anymore.”
“Don’t lie…”
“…I’m not lying to you. I can even swear it if you want. If I ever need to go somewhere far away… then I will definitely take you along.”
“You’re… telling the truth? Y-you’re not lying to me?”
“Yeah. I’m not.”
“Really…?”
“…Really.” Alfred nods while looking at me.
His eyes don’t seem like that of those telling white lies: dull with a thin layer of haze.
Instead, it’s a clear blue, the same color of the sky that stretches above.
Ahh, I’m glad.
Alfred won’t lie to me.
I won’t be left behind anymore. I finally feel relieved.
He strokes my head with his large hand, and I’m immersed in nostalgia as I close my eyes. Then I feel his soft lips press upon my eyebrow.
They’re warm to the touch and make me feel at ease.
He kisses my forehead, cheeks, eyes, ears. Sneaks some on my nose and neck too. It feels ticklish, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.
My eyes burst open. And I catch sight of Alfred joining me in laughter.
For some reason, large bubbles of joy expand in my chest. It’s a strange feeling, but it’ll be wrong to call it unpleasant. So in the spirit of happiness, I give him a gift in return; I place a kiss on his nose and cheeks.
Alfred’s eyes pop, before narrowing again in joy. How unusual… No, this may be the first time I’ve seen him that happy.
I can’t help but blush a little, embarrassed as I smile.
This time, his lips fall upon my own. Again and again he rains kisses on me. I can’t sit still and we collapse onto the bed. He still doesn’t stop, however. I’m starting to find it hard to breathe.
“Al… Al— wait… It’s painful. Uhhn…”
Suddenly, a warm hand brushes my stomach and back. The warmth is both comfortable and ticklish, and I once again laugh.
“Alf-re… Ahh, wait, it tickl… ah, ha, ahn, uu…”
His lips move from my lips to my neck, then trail down to my chest. Those slightly wet lips caress my skin without end. With each kiss, his hair brushes against my skin as well. It’s ticklish.
Then he trails down even more.
“Uhh, ahn… Haa…”
He sucks the skin of my belly vigorously. Shivers run down my skin despite the fact the room isn’t cold, and I grab on to Alfred’s hair.
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Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
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