Overlord and the Seraphim

『So Pretty, It Hurts』

[ Sexual Content Warning ]

Jack's eyes were on the blonde head which was pressing the side of its face to his chest. Her hands were so close together and balled into fists, she didn't seem to want to move. The mass that was her dress was draped over his arms, hiding her legs.

A small sniffle could be heard as her left hand was brought up to her face, wiping at away at the tears. Their silence wasn't awkward, it was needed, it was a mutual understanding as he carried her through the halls of the massive manor.

Being threatened, being called a slave, being touched when it was unwarranted... The world was a dark place, people made too many assumptions, and too many people held privilege they didn't deserve.

How does one control the nobles of this forsaken paradise?

With none of the guests roaming the halls, his wings spread from his back, a holy aura flooding the passage. Jack couldn't help by lean his head down and nuzzle his face into the top of her scalp.

"Your safe, Arche... No one can hurt you here in my arms. You're mine. No one can take you but me. For that, I can assure you, that is this Angel's promise." He spoke softly while closing one eye and staring down at her with a reassuring gaze.

She was his fragile doll, he wouldn't let anyone take her, no one. Not even time itself.

A smile brushed across her lips as she looked up at him, revealing her bloodshot eyes. Those blue hues almost seemed like they were glowing as they swam in dark crimson pools. "I don't want to end up used by anyone... Abused by anyone. I escaped my parents before my sisters could be thrown away as another pair of tools to pay off their enabled debts..."

"I know," Jack took a turn from the corridor and walked into a room with an open door, closing it behind them with his heel. It was their room, currently uninhabited, as he used a 『Detect Life』 spell as not to make the mistake of assuming no one was under the bed.

A faint smile of his own formed over his grin, there was no one in the room with them as he rested her down onto the surface of the feathered mattress.

As the grasps of his hands began to unravel from around her, she instinctively reached out to catch him, only to freeze in place as she felt his fingers dig into and unwind her dress.

"...Jack?" Arche blinked up at him as she could feel the fabric separating from her skin, being ever so tenderly tugged down from her torso. She stared up at him, her eyes burning from the tears.

Now in undershorts and waist-length chemise, Before she knew it, he was straddling on top of her. Her face was becoming redder and hotter than a tomato. Mouth agape, she felt as the mattress shifted while his knees sank into the bedding at her sides. Soon enough with his arms coned just above her head, she could feel his warm breath brushing across her face, as he was leaning down to bring his face close to hers.

Gulping nervously to herself, she slowly spread her arms out and up to wrap around his neck. His wings were illuminating the room dimly as there were no candles, the lights were out.

She could only watch as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheeks, taking away her tears with his lips. They were strangely warm, purifying even and welcoming. It gave the impression that her chest was going to rupture into a billion pieces as it beat against her ribs.

Though he had her covered, he also had her cornered on the bed. His form had trapped her there on the bed, not that she minded at all.

Her eyes drifted aside, over to her dress he had discarded a few feet away. It was on the pillows of the kingsized mattress. She could recall the day they had gone to the tailors and had it made. Although this day, this ball, was supposed to be a good memory... The nobles had completely soiled it. Her eyes then moved back to Jack, before she let out a gasp, feeling his lips on her neck.