Soul Healer

Chapter 14 - Dragon Pup Challenge

>>> CHAPTER 14 <<<
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"What do you mean, Amore?", Ares asks confused.

"Well it would really be a shame not to exercise my sword arm. It has been a while. I would like to confirm I still know how to use my Dual Blades".

"You are NOT challenging Alexandros to a sparing match! I won't have it! You could get hurt." Ares growls looking at you with angry eyes.

Standing up you walk towards your swords and light Chain Mail. Dressing up you say nothing.

With narrow eyes Ares stares at you and repeats. "You will not challenge Alexandros!".

"Calm yourself. I do not plan to. Since I cannot get some exercise, having a fun skirmish with Alexandros....I guess that leaves...... you..... then". With a grin you look at Ares. "I challenge you my fiery one!"

"What! There is no way. I refuse!"

"How boring. I guess I'll have to go look for some Ceenaq then". Sheathing your swords, you start walking.

You can feel Ares staring at your back. With a whisper you start counting, "1, 2, 3, 4........."

Istaq is cuddled around your neck, and he is having fun. A noise much like laughter is heard, as he nipples your right ear delighted.

"Have you lost your senses", Ares roars. Grabbing your shoulder he spins you around. If eyes could kill, you would be lying dead on the floor. "You cannot be serious. Your going to find Ceenaq to challenge, because I refuse to accept?"

Ignoring his angry expression you nod your head. "Yes, I'm bored", you say knowing it will make him explode. Stupid overprotective alpha male.

Pointing at your attire, he speaks. "Your bored? BORED? You're not going anywhere!"

"Really now, and who will stop me?", you ask with a smirk, making Istaq purr. He apparently likes it when you refuse to obey Ares. Rubbing his lion like mane against your neck, low rumbles escape his throat.

"Istaq, stop agreeing with her. Your not helping!", Ares curses. Angry he starts pacing back and forth in front of you. Every now and then sending you a death glare.

Impressive vocabulary he has. Memorizing a few of his growling profanities, you observe the furious male. It's a shame you do not understand all the words that flow from his lips in a continuous flow.
Trying to suppress a huge grin, you stand silently. Highly amused you watch as the frustrated Ares tries to control his anger.

"Tan teimoso, cursed be. You need to understand...", frustrated he runs his fingers through his hair. "Drogas, por que seguir sendo tan teimoso?" Strong fingers grab your chin, while he angrily glares at you.

"If you want me to respond, you need to either speak a language I understand, or teach me the one your speaking now", you respond calmly.

Surprised he and utterly dumb-folded he stares at you open-mouthed. You treat him like no other has ever before. When he looses his temper, people normally run for the hills. But you stand your ground. Not scared at all.

"So what's it going to be? Do you accept the fun or do I go looking for Ceenaq?", you ask looking him straight in the eyes.

Ares cannot stop the impressed chuckle that escape his lips. "Your not going to give up, are you meu pequeno lume do inferno?"

"No I won't. Come on now . It will be fun." With laughter in your eyes, you continue. "I promise I won't hurt you........much".

Wrapping his arms around you, Ares pulls you firmly against his body. With a husky grumble he brushes his lips against yours. "Adorata, I would never forgive myself if I hurt you. Even a tiny scratch would be too much for me to bear". Shivering he buries his head against your neck. "I do not want this. Please do not make me spar with you."

He's afraid he might hurt you. Such a silly male, you silently muse. Why does he have to be so cute, and caring, and handsome, and so very much in love with you. Closing your eyes, you let your fingers caress his raven black hair.

Gasping he snuggles closer. When you caress his back in slow circles, his body starts trembling.
"Your hands, I love to feel them on my body. So soft, so caring". With a moan, he continues. "Do not stop. I need...".

Running your fingers down his spine, you make him moan in delight. Lips like molten lava kiss your neck and then moves to your jawline.

With a loving chuckle you say. "This is not working Ares".

His head snaps up, dark eyes lock on yours in seconds. "You will not leave me. I won't allow it." Lowering his head he moves closer, wanting to kiss you.

Turning your head, his lips brush across your cheek, making him grumble with displeasure.

Cupping his face you look at him with affection. His eyes seem to glow as he stares deeply into your eyes. With great effort you manage to say, "You will not distract me. The spar Ares. Get some weapons. You will not hurt me. Do not worry". Smiling you brush his lips with your thumb, making him breathe hard. "There may even be a reward, should to agree".

"Reward. What kind of reward", he purrs, leaning closer still.

"Maybe I will let you decide what the reward will be".

With a low purr, he looks at you. The desire in his eyes, makes your body shiver.

"I can choose the reward?". His eyes seem to devour you, as he huskily continues, "If I agree, I get to choose the reward I want in return? Even if I beat you?"

With a mischievous grin you answer. "Within reason", making him raise his brow. "I will not agree to be locked up in the palace, while you go off to war, leaving me behind, all bored, while you have fun fighting".

"Within reason", he murmurs. Strong arms pull you closer. His lips claim your in a passionate kiss, that makes your head spin. "Then within reason I accept", he mumbles against your lips.

Forgetting everything you wrap your arms around his neck. As you return his kiss, you feel the groan of pleasure, that escapes his chest. Licking your lips with a heated desire, he makes you whimper. Seeking entrance, his tongue lovingly brushing against yours. His claim is all consuming, and you willingly accept, as the passion threatens to make you forget everything but him. Gasping you pull back a little, making him growl with displeasure.

"Oh no you won't", you gasp, as he tries to kiss you again. "I want a sparing match". But it is so difficult to focus. Since you won't kiss him, his lips seem determined to taste every inch of your face in stead.

Istaq is once again getting squished. When he growls at Ares, he absentminded grabs him by the scruff, and drops him to the ground. With displeasure Istaq glares at Ares hissing loudly.

With a content rumble, he holds you closer. Lips like fire move across your cheek, kissing your ear, before he starts running his tongue and teeth across the earlobe.
Shivering you whimper with pleasure, as he places tiny kisses across your brow, your nose, your cheeks.

"Ares, stop distracting me", you gasp.

"Just a little longer adorata", he begs. "Just one more kiss and I promise you will have your sparing match".

Lightheaded you accept his plea. One hand firmly pressed against your back, the other caressing your chin with so much affection, you feel your heart ache. His molten eyes look at you as if he wants to eat you up. With a shaken breath intense bliss fills your heart, as you relax in his embrace. Arms of iron wash away years of excruciating hurt and rejection. Feeling how he fights to control himself, as if he is afraid to hurt you, you close your eyes, as foreign feelings of acceptance and belonging warm you to the core of your very soul.

"Kiss me meu pequeno anxo pena. One sweet kiss is all I crave", he mumbles with a throaty rumble. Hearing his plea you shiver as you slowly open your eyes. Eyes filled with liquid passion and heartwarming adoration look at you. "O meu Amorzinho, kiss me. Just one more time".

Reaching up, your hands cups his face, gently pulling him down. With a feather like gesture you brush your lips across his, making him shiver. "Meu Amorzinho", he whispers so gentle you feel like crying.

Placing feather like kisses across his lips, you make him growl, as you withdraw ever so slightly when he tries to deepen the kisses. "Tigre pequeno, kiss me like you want me".

A loud shriek interrupts your heated moment. Istaq clearly thinks Ares has been holding you long enough. With a hearty laughter you look down at the little dragon pup. He seems determined to make Ares release you. Baring his impressive yet tiny canines, he growls at Ares threateningly.

Ares glares at the tiny dragon pup with a raised brow. When he does not release you, Istaq starts climbing up your leg. Swiftly he climbs until he is sitting on your right shoulder, then he wraps his tail gently around your neck. With a menacing hiss he glares right back at Ares.

Definitely alpha potential in the little dragon you muse silently to yourself. Highly entertained you watch as the 2 males glare at each other. Neither wanting to step down.

Unable to stop yourself you start laughing. Never has 2 such unusual males fought to get your affection and love.

Purring Istaq rubs his head against your neck. Chittering he obviously likes it a lot when you laugh.

The angry glare in Ares eyes vanish as he looks at you. "The dragon needs to learn some manners. I will end up giving him a beating if he keeps on interrupting us".

Raising his head, Istaq growls as he glares at Ares. Baring his teeth he snaps his jaws loudly while hissing.

"You 2 need to start getting along. Enough with the alpha claims already. You both have my deep affection", you say while laughing. "Are you ready for the sparing Ares? I look forward to see your skills with a sword".

"O meu pequeno tigre negro, you will see I can handle a sword quite fine". With a low growl he continues. "I just wonder if you know what you ask of me. I am not one of your little warriors, miña amada raíña. I do not back down just because someone smacks me a little with a long stick".

Slowly he walks towards the weapons. Several swords are hanging in scabbards on wallmounts. Taking his time he examines several. Some seem to catch his eye, as he studies the shape and length of the blades. Holding a few, testing the balance, their not to his liking.

"I have a blade you will like, I think," you say. Opening a large inventory room, you motion for him to follow you. Walking you pass several very fine looking swords. Stopping in front of a large chest you kneel and open it. Removing several blankets and chain mail outfits you finally find what your looking for.
Grabbing a magnificant sword you stand up. Approaching Ares, you stop and hand over the sword. The scabbard is shining midnight black, covered in oddly shaped gold ornaments. As he removes the scabbard a lethal light blue sword glistens in the light. Strange looking writing is carved deep into the long blade. The balance and weight is perfect.

"This is yours?", Ares asks with confusion. It is a Master Blade, he only needs to look at it to know. Only a select few are rewarded such a sword. Even fewer know how to truly wield it. If you are the Master of the sword, the socalled fun sparing event will be anything but light.

"Yes. The sword is mine. It is called Hylian Song. If your as good as I think you are, you will know why it carries that name once you use it".

"You let me use the Master Blade, and choose Dual Blades for yourself. That is hardly a fair fight? You will not stand a chance against me if I use the Hylian Song".

"Really? You think I need a powerful sword before I can fight? Oh alpha male.....do bring it on".

Walking you both turn around and go outside to the practice grounds. Alert you stop and face him, waiting for him to make the first move.





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A Master Blade wielder - she sure has a lot hidden in her sleeve

Will Ares be able to take her down? What about Istaq will he get a bath soon?

And what about Bane you ask? Well eventually I will let you know how he's doing ;-)