Chapter 135 - 135: Athena's Charm
The townspeople of Brackenford Cross were taken aback and utterly shocked that one of them attacked one of the Hauwnted members.
It would have serious repercussions on their already tense relationship!
Athena walked to Donald's corpse and started kicking him furiously.
"You attack me? Me?! Know your place, you filthy piece of shit!"
With furious stomps, she cracked Donald's skull and made it explode like a watermelon. Her shoes got covered in blood and brain matter.
She took off her shoes, standing barefoot, and then turned to Aren with her arms wide open, as if she were inviting him for a hug.
"Carry me, please? I can't walk barefooted, or I might step on something sharp and hurt myself."
'She is crazy.'
Aren thought, nodded, and took Athena into a princess carry. His other arm was placed under her legs, and the other was supporting her back.
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and pressed her breasts against his chest.
"Take me away, prince!"
Athena teasingly said with her lips curled into a smile, and Aren carried her a short distance to the wheelhouse.
The wheelhouse was close enough for her to just walk there.
He carried her inside, and as he was about to step outside, she suddenly grabbed his hand and said.
"Sit with me inside, won't you?"
Athena said.
"…Miss, someone has to drive the wheelhouse."
Aren said.
He didn't know how to, but he had to learn quickly, and he just trusted that the horses didn't need much guidance to take them back to the mansion.
"We'll get someone else to drive."
Athena peeked out of the wheelhouse, looked around at the townspeople, and then just pointed at a random man who seemed to know something about horses.
"You!"
"Y-y-yes?"
The man stumbled and answered with a stutter.
"Drive me back to my home, and I will reward you handsomely!"
"S-Sure, Miss Athena."
With a hurried bow, the man went to the driver's seat and took the reins. He was a blacksmith, but he had driven wagons before.
Aren sat across from Athena, and she was curiously looking at him, tracing her finger across her pink lips.
"Tell me about yourself."
She said.
"I know you're Beau, one of my family's guards, but I don't know much else. You're definitely a skilled swordsman, as you were easily able to deal with those three idiots."
"Nothing to know, really. I was taught swordsmanship when I was young. That's pretty much it."
Aren said with an awkward smile.
This was the kind of question that could get him in trouble, as he didn't know anything about Beau, and he was just guessing.
He thought how great it would be if he were also able to steal the person's memories that he was mimicking.
"You were taught swordsmanship? That's not something most common-born learn when they are young, though."
Athena said curiously.
"…My father served in an army, and he thought it would be good for me to learn some. It was how I ended up becoming a guard, I guess."
Aren said.
"Really? Interesting… Where are you from?"
She asked.
"…Lanternford."
Aren said.
"Oh, yeah. Butcher family, a disgrace to the noble name, I must say."
Athena said.
"…Yeah, I didn't enjoy what Ronan Butcher was doing to the place, so I moved out, and after some encounters, I arrived here."
Aren said.
"Good choice, really good… I will ensure that you will be rewarded handsomely for keeping me safe over in Brackenford Cross.
"I will also let my father know, and I am sure we will find better uses for man of your talents than using you as a gate guard."
Athena said.
"…I appreciate that, miss."
Aren said with a thankful bow.
"No need…"
She said, and she then moved her foot towards Aren. She slid it between his legs and teasingly touched his inner thigh with her foot.
"Ahem…"
Aren covered his mouth with the side of his fist and then felt her feet moving up his leg until she touched his crotch.
He twitched, and Athena clearly enjoyed his reaction as she started rubbing her feet against his growing bulge.
"Take your cock out."
She said, but it was more of an order.
The blacksmith driver heard it all, but he stayed silent and kept his eyes on the road, as he didn't dare to turn his head around.
He might lose his head.
'…I will just scare her away.'
Aren thought quickly and changed his appearance slightly. Just slightly to make his manhood grow a few sizes.
It was dangerous for him to go much further with Athena, as if her brother, Nike, found out, he might actually just cut off his head.
Aren unbuckled the belt and pulled out his half-hard manhood, letting it dangle between his legs, and Athena's eyes grew wide in surprise.
It wasn't even completely hard yet, and Athena could tell that it was bigger than any other man she had been with.
No one could compare.
"…You've been hiding many things, it looks like."
Athena said with a smile, and instead of feeling scared, the itch in her crotch was growing stronger by the second.
She started stroking his manhood with both of her feet, and it turned very hard between her feet. It was bulging and twitching.
'…This is pretty amazing, but I'll be pretty fucked. That driver will keep quiet, right? Argh… It's hard to concentrate.'
Aren bit his finger as something started building up in his balls, and at that moment, Athena stepped down from the seat.
She kneeled before him, opened her mouth wide, and put the fully erect member in her mouth.
It stretched the corners of her lips so much that they turned white, but her eyes turned cloudy with desire, and she started sucking hard.
Her head bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming.
In that moment, Aren clenched his hands into fists and released all of the white-hot seed into her mouth.
She swallowed every drop, then pulled the erect member out of her mouth with an audible "bop" sound, and then showed that her mouth was empty.
"How was it…?"
Athena asked with a rough breath, and it sounded like she wanted to do something else as well.
"It was amazing…"
Aren replied honestly and then stuffed his still-hard member into his underwear and buckled his belt.
"Mmh~"
Athena sat down with a smile, crossed her legs, and teasingly traced her hand down her supple thighs.
It was like she was inviting him to do something.