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Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Waterfall stairs
"I will show you the way," Atlas said, starting to walk. With Kyra in his arms, Vincent followed him closely.
"I’m heavy, Vincent! Put me down." Kyra protested, tapping his shoulder lightly.
"No, you’re not heavy at all. I could carry you all day without feeling a thing." Vincent replied, his voice Cold but reassuring.
Kyra blushed, tightening her hold around his neck and hiding her face in his chest. She inhaled his scent, a mix of the masculine and something uniquely him, feeling both comforted and thrilled.
She couldn’t deny it—she was excited. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and his strong hold made her feel giddy.
Atlas glanced back at them. "Why don’t you shift into your snake form, fearal king? If we walk all the way there, it might already be night by the time we arrive."
Vincent nodded, gently setting Kyra down. "I will shift into a snake. You can sit on my body," he said, his voice calm and deep.
As he spoke, his form began to change, his legs melding into a powerful, sleek snake tail.
Kyra stared in awe at his huge snake body, unsure where to sit. Seeing her hesitation, Vincent rolled his tail around her and lifted her onto it, positioning her comfortably.
Kyra held onto his tail, her fingers gently tracing the smooth, cool scales. "Vincent, won’t this make you uncomfortable?" she asked, concerned.
"No, it’s fine." he assured her. He began to follow Atlas, his snake body moving fluidly over the ground.
It was her first time riding on Vincent’s snake form. She couldn’t help but touch his scales softly, marveling at their cool, silky texture.
She had no idea how much her touch affected Vincent, sending shivers of sensation through his body.
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As they stood at the entrance, Atlas pointed towards the a set of rugged stone stairs carved into the side of a mountain, with clear, sparkling water flowing down each step.
The water tumbles gently from one stone to the next, creating a soothing, rhythmic sound.
On either side of the stairs, a dense forest, with towering trees forming a green canopy overhead.
The ground is thickly carpeted with soft moss and delicate ferns, The air is cool and fresh, filled with the scent of damp earth and foliage.
"I can’t follow you from here. Goodbye! I have to make some preparations for my house roof, which broke down," Atlas said hurriedly as he waved goodbye, Kyra waved her hands at him, muttering her thanks.
Kyra descended from Vincent’s tail, her cheeks flushed with anticipation as he transformed into his human form and joined her side.
"Do you really intend to carry me all the way?" Kyra inquired. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚
"I never make promises I can’t keep." Vincent replied, closing the gap between them, his warm breath brushing against her face.
"Do... do you like me?" Kyra’s cheeks turned a shade of red reminiscent of ripe tomatoes.
"Any doubt?" Vincent whispered as Kyra gasped when he lifted her in his arms for the second time. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. Leaning in closer, he gazed into her eyes, his breath mingling with hers as he brushed his lips against her nose, then to her forehead. He let his lips linger there, savoring the moment before speaking.
"I know you feel the same way as I feel for you," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with desire. "But rather than speaking, I’ll show you. I can’t wait to claim you as mine." The intensity in his gaze matched the passion in his words, leaving Kyra breathless.
As they began their ascent up the stairs, Kyra’s gaze remained fixed on Vincent’s chin. Three thousand steps were no easy feat, requiring both time and stamina.
Kyra lifted her face from his arms and glanced down at the stairs, noticing that Vincent wasn’t wearing any shoes. She gasped in surprise. "You— you’re carrying me barefoot?" Her eyes widened with astonishment.
Seeing her reaction, Vincent chuckled, gently swaying her in his arms. "It’s nothing. Haven’t you heard that in holy places, you can’t wear footwear?"
Vincent felt the cold water on his feet, and the stairs beneath him were slippery. He walked with utmost care, ensuring to hold Kyra securely as they continued their ascent.
"Do you want to become my mate?" Kyra asked again, her voice filled with uncertainty. "For real?"
"What do you think? Why else would I be carrying you?" Vincent replied, his hand brushing against her shoulder softly, sending shivers down her spine.
Kyra tried to meet his gaze. "You didn’t mind Lucas. I love him." she said, searching for his reaction.
Vincent looked down at her with a smirk. "I don’t mind taking care of the child," he chuckled.
"If he heard you calling him ’child,’ he would rip you off," Kyra said, smiling.
"Who’s scared of him?" Vincent rolled his eyes. "I can easily bribe him."
"Oh really? And how would you do that?" Kyra asked, intrigued.
"That’s a secret," Vincent said, chuckling.
"What will you do after becoming my mate?" Kyra inquired.
Vincent tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer and whispered in her ear "I will fu--" Before he could finish, Kyra’s soft hands landed on his chest, gently hitting him and cutting him off.
"Dirty snake," Kyra muttered.
"You’re such a naughty baby, aren’t you? I was just saying I will organize a function for celebration," Vincent said with a smirk. "What were you thinking?"
Kyra flushed, realizing he was teasing her.
Both fell into a comfortable silence as they continued their journey. Vincent couldn’t help but feel like the happiest snake in the world. Today had turned out to be a good day for him, all thanks to that wolf female—what was her name? She had pushed him closer to Kyra, bringing them together in a way he had never imagined.
As he carried his love in his arms, Vincent felt like he could carry her to the ends of the earth. His heart overflowed with sweetness at the thought. And as a soft shower of rain began to fall, adding to the magic of the moment.
