The Smiling Death

The room of the healing center stood empty. Afternoon light spilled through the open windows, the breeze slipping in to stir the curtains in soft, restless waves.

Only one sound filled the space. It was the low, hungry rhythm of their breathing.

On the bed, Amon and Scarlett lay tangled together, bodies pressed flush, heat blooming between them.

His left arm was locked tight around her waist, hauling her in until every soft curve of her melted against the hard lines of his chest. Her full breasts crushed against him, the heavy, yielding weight of them spilling through the thin sky-blue blouse, warm and plush as pillows.

He could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat, the heat of her skin seeping into his own, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing matching his.

Her fingers were buried in the dark hair at the back of his head, nails grazing his scalp as she pulled him closer still.

One thick thigh had slid over his hip, the soft, strong muscle of it locking him in place, dragging him deeper into the cradle of her body.

The black trousers did nothing to hide the lush give of her flesh beneath his roaming hand. He gripped the full curve of her ass, fingers sinking into the yielding softness, kneading it gently. he squeeze it.

"Mhh~" A sharp hitch escaped her throat, vibrating against his mouth as the kiss turned fiercer.

Their lips were fused in hot and desperate kiss.

Amon sucked at the sweet, cherry-ripe fullness of hers, tasting the faint salt of her breath, the addictive softness that made his pulse hammer.

His tongue pushed forward, and she opened for him without hesitation, lips parting on a soft, needy sound.

Their tongues met in a slow, rolling tangle. They sliding, stroking, tasting each other. The tase felt sweet like sugar.

Heat poured between them with every wet glide and every shared breath. She kissed him back harder, thigh tightening around his hip. Her body arching so her breasts dragged more firmly against his chest with every movement.

His hand slid higher along her back, then down again, mapping the lush shape of her through the thin fabric. Her waist, her hip, and the heavy swell of her ass.

The breeze from the window cooled the sweat beginning to gather at the nape of her neck where her long, bright red hair spilled across the sheets, but it did nothing to ease the fire building between them.

Every point of contact burned: the crush of her soft mounds against his chest, the squeeze of her thigh. The slick heat of their mouths.

The way her fingers clenched in his hair when he sucked her lower lip between his teeth.

Scarlett made a low sound against his mouth and pressed closer still, as if she could crawl inside his skin.

Their bodies rocking in a slow, sensual grind that made the bed creak softly beneath them.

Creak!

The taste of her, the feel of all that soft, willing flesh held under his hands. Everything narrowed to this. The was she kissed him like she was starving for it.

Their lips finally parted with a soft wet sound. A thin, glistening strand of saliva stretched between them. But Scarlett slowly licked it away, the tip of her tongue dragging over her swollen lower lip.

Her amethyst eyes had shifted, glowing a deep, crimson like blood. A soft, almost pained little moan slipped from her throat.

"Ahh... I want your blood, Amon... but you’re still sick. I really want to taste it after so long." She sound thirsty for him.

Even as she spoke, her thick thigh remained draped over his hip. She rolled her hips once, grinding the soft heat between her legs against him in a slow movement.

Amon chuckled low in his chest, the sound rough with arousal. The way she looked right now—flushed, her eyes glowing red with thirst. It was almost too cute.

"I’m mostly recovered," he murmured. "Drink a little. It won’t hurt anything."

She nodded, the motion eager. Sliding down just enough, she pressed her face to the warm skin above his collarbone and inhaled deeply, taking in the clean, masculine scent of him. Her lips parted. Two sharp fangs slid down into place with a soft click.

Then she bite.

The points sank cleanly into the muscle just above his collarbone. Amon’s breath hitched on a soft, pained sound—"Ahh—"—but his hand rose almost immediately, fingers sliding into her long red hair, stroking the back of her head in gentle encouragement.

Scarlett closed her eyes and drank. Slow, deep pulls. The rich, hot rush of his blood filled her mouth, thick and alive on her tongue.

She took only what she needed, the pleasure of it rolling through her in warm waves. Before she carefully withdrew her fangs.

Her tongue swept over the twin punctures, sealing and soothing the small wounds with slow, thorough licks.

Then, without any warning to him, she pushed him flat onto his back and swung one leg over, settling astride his hips.

"What—?"

Amon’s eyes widened as she sat fully on him. A smirk curved her otherworldly mouth. Her cheeks were flushed the same vivid red as her hair.

"I can feel something hard under me."

Heat flooded Amon’s face. There was no hiding the thick ridge of his arousal pressing up against the soft heat of her through their clothes.

"Well... I am healthy man after all. It’s a natural reaction."

Scarlett’s smile turned sweet and little wicked.

She rolled her hips forward, then back. She started grinding the full, plush weight of her ass along the length of him hidden under his pants in slow drags.

The friction was sensual, without any roughness. The pressure and the soft give of her body moving over his hardness again and again.

"You are pervert Amon~"

"Ahhn~ Scarlett... don’t—"

She leaned down at once, those heavy breasts crushing against his chest again, and sealed her mouth over his.

The kiss swallowed every moan, every broken sound made by him in pleasure.

Her tongue slid against his in a wet and insistent kiss.

While she continued that slow, torturous grind.

Amon’s arms came up around her back, holding her tightly as they kissed and sucked at each other’s mouths, lost in the wet heat and the sweet friction between their bodies.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard. Her long red hair spilled over his cheeks like silk. Their faces were equally flushed. While their lips were shining.

Scarlett slowly moved off him and settled on her side, staring up at the ceiling. Amon lay beside her, chest rising and falling heavily.

"You still need to recover," she said quietly. "So let’s wait until you’re fully healthy... then we can go further."

Amon’s heart gave a soft, fluttering thump. He kept his eyes on the ceiling when he answered.

"Okay. I will."

A moment later he turned onto his side, voice low and almost shy.

"Scarlett... let me enjoy those two..."

She knew exactly what he meant. Without hesitation she turned to him and opened her arms, the sky-blue blouse pulling tight across the heavy swells of her breasts.

"Come."

Amon moved into her embrace with a happy sound, burying his face between the soft, warm, heavenly swell of her breasts.

He rubbed his cheeks and nose against the plush cleavage. Breathing her in, the scent of her body sweet and softness of her surrounding him completely.

Scarlett wrapped one arm around his back and began stroking his hair with slow, affectionate fingers. She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"Now rest."

Amon nodded against her. His yes already drifting shut.

He nuzzled deeper into the warm valley of her breasts, arms tightening around her waist as he settled.

Surrounded by her scent, the steady beat of her heart. He slowly fell into a deep, contented sleep in her arms.

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A Few Minutes Earlier.

Outside the village healing center, the afternoon was peaceful.

Aisha, Marcus, and Eliana had returned to their rooms for an afternoon nap. Although their wounds had mostly been treated, the exhaustion from last night’s battle still weighed heavily on them.

She was bored so decided to go and spend some time with Amon.

Seraphina, however, couldn’t sleep. After resting for some time, she decided to check on Amon again. As she approached the entrance of the healing center, she noticed someone standing outside.

Her grandfather. Alistair stood quietly near one of the wooden benches, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze.

The moment he noticed her approaching, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Where are you going, Sera?"

"To see Amon," Seraphina answered simply.

Alistair’s smile became slightly awkward.

"Well...I don’t think this is the best time to visit him."

Seraphina tilted her head innocently.

"Why?"

Alistair chuckled.

"Scarlett is with him right now. So perhaps you should give them some time alone."

Seraphina’s expression changed ever so slightly at the mention of Scarlett.

"Oh." She remained silent for a moment before saying,

"But I’m only going to talk to him for a few minutes. I’m not planning to stay for hours."

Alistair sighed helplessly.

"That’s not exactly what I meant."

Seraphina blinked.

"Then what do you mean? When two lovers are alone together..."

Alistair smiled knowingly.

"...it’s generally polite not to disturb them."

"Who knows what they might be doing?"

Seraphina stared at him.

"..."

For several seconds, she appeared ready to ask another question. But eventually she decided against it.

"Alright, Grandpa. I’ll visit him later."

"Good."

Alistair nodded approvingly before sitting down on the wooden bench. He leaned back comfortably and closed his eyes.

Seraphina turned around. She took several steps away.

Then her pace gradually slowed.

’When two lovers are alone together...’

Her grandfather’s words repeated themselves inside her head.

’Who knows what they might be doing?’

Seraphina frowned. What exactly had he meant? Then a certain possibility entered her mind.

She froze. Her cheeks immediately became warm.

"No way."

She shook her head.

"Amon is still recovering. They wouldn’t..."

Her voice gradually became quieter.

"Or would they?"

For some reason, knowing Scarlett was alone with Amon made an unfamiliar discomfort stir inside her chest.

And now her curiosity had become impossible to ignore.

Seraphina slowly turned around. Her golden eyes moved toward the side of the wooden healing center. She knew exactly which room belonged to Amon.

More importantly that room had a window. She glanced toward her grandfather.

Alistair remained seated peacefully on the bench, his eyes still closed.

Seraphina swallowed.

’I’m only checking whether he’s alright.’

She immediately justified her actions to herself.

’That’s all.’

After another cautious glance at Alistair. She quietly walked around the side of the building. Her footsteps became lighter with every step.

Soon, she reached Amon’s window. Seraphina stopped beside it. Her heartbeat had inexplicably become faster.

She hesitated. Part of her knew she should simply turn around and leave. The other part desperately wanted to know what was happening inside.

Curiosity eventually won. Slowly and very slowly. Seraphina moved closer to the window.

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[A/N: Tell me guys!! Should I write Smut Chapter of Scarlett and Amon... well i guess I will write and put R18 on Chapter name. If you want to read then unl if no then just wait and skip those chap]

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