NOVPUB’What the fuck!’
I was about to cough out but stop when I see the teasing smile on Margaret’s face. She was joking about the previous thing.
"You seriously fell for it?" She asked with a hint of doubt, but I could feel that wasn’t all there was.
Why wouldn’t I fall when she gave me such a serious look. It almost seemed like she had actually planned of the wedding and wanted to talk about it.
Margaret had a smile which told me she liked to prank others.
I smile too, "Of course, I will. If a woman as beautiful as you suddenly told me that, I would have no choice but to fall for her."
Margaret gave a short smile while her eyes gauged Henry. She looked at his posture for seating and his lack of any real emotions told him a few things.
But what she found the most fascinating was that there was no hole in Henry’s defenses.
’No matter where I look, I don’t see him not being able to defend me. Even if I found a few places with small chances to hit, I get the feeling that he’ll be able to stop me.’
This sense of strength in Henry didn’t make Margaret angry or loss but she actually happy. To find someone so young that was as strong as her or could be stronger made her pleased… at least in marriage material.
She suddenly pouted, "I told you to come talk to me after the fight, why did you leave like that and that too for soo long?"
Her pout was quite strange.
To me and everyone else, she was quite beautiful but the aura that emitted from her was predatory. Even with her beautiful face, anyone would still feel fear instead of sympathy seeing her pout.
With her finally sitting in front of me, I take a look at her.
Margaret stood at 6.2, a huge height for a woman, yet it somehow matched her personality. She wore a floral clean white dress with no patterns except for twin dark blue roses above her large chest.
The white floral dress with no design would have seemed a bit lacking in nature, but with her pure white body, it not only matched but seemed to dignify her nature.
Her silver white hair was more distinguishable than Samantha’s as it fell with a long fall until her butt. Her lips looking purely soft yet hard somehow. Her face was pure white with no spots or any impurities.
Lastly her eyes… a color of azure blue, much darker than Samantha’s. Her eyes which was bright and beautiful in color had a deepness in them that was not only mysterious but that mystery seemed to have a darkness.
Capturing her fully, she seemed like a perfectly beautiful girl who would grow up in floral houses and play around gardens filled with different flowers.
Yet her facial expression seemed of a curious tiger and her actions that made her seem like a fairy tales monster was quite captivating for me.
"You… really are a strange woman." I say, deep in thought as I look at her.
Margaret tilted her head to the right and asked curiously, "Is that a bad thing?"
"To me, no. But even among strange woman, you hold a certain amount of power and charm… a combination that I don’t see in many women."
"And about my other quality," She spoke of her bad ones, "Do they not change make those charming thoughts of yours hesitate?"
"If anything," I lean in, "they only increase them, madam. Women like you are in sparse and unfortunately for me, that sparsity ignite something burning inside me."
"Haha…" Margaret laughed lightly, "You are quite the charmer. How many have you charmed others with this tactic of yours?"
"To be frank, I’ve only shown this much honesty with only one other woman."
Margaret’s brow raised in curiosity, "Scared her off?"
"No, she’s married."
Margaret smiled even more, "You’re a strange person too. Don’t you think saying such bizarre things to me would scare me off or make me disgusted."
"I don’t know about disgusting you nor do I believe that I can say anything that would scare you." This made her eyes twinkle, "I do believe that you’re the type of woman who likes the truth, no matter how dirty they be."
Margaret leaned back in her chair and thought something as she clicked her fingers together. Then she stood up and came to me.
She came close and sat on my armchair, our bodies closer than it needed to be.
"Do you have anyone that you’re seriously thinking about marrying?" She asked, tone very serious.
I looked at her face and she seemed to have something very deep in mind. I think of her question and answer honestly, "At the current moment, no."
"Then let me bold enough to do this." She said and leaned in.
Her cold lips touching mine as I felt mine reciprocate.
It was so surprising to me that I forget to ask or resist, following her movement with my own. Suddenly her cold lips enlarged as her hot tongue tried to make contact.
My tongue automatically went out and met her midway as they tangled together. Her tongue at first, a slow mesh, quickly devolved into something faster and messier.
My hands were reaching towards her waist, yet stopped suddenly when she pulled back.
I look at her with confusion. She had a calculating look that slightly hid the excitement she felt. We only kissed for a brief moment so her lips nor her face had any change other than a bit of saliva dripping from her mouth.
She wiped the saliva with her thumb as she nodded, "Yes, that was a good kiss."
"I think we could be compatible when our sexual drives will meet… at least on the surface with how we kissed, that’s what I got." She said with a thoughtful face, "Do you have anything to add?"
"I… ahh…"
Seeing me confused, Margaret smiled a bit, "You’re a bit naïve, aren’t you?... that may not be a bad quality." She licked her lips and looked down at my crotch.
"How’s your penis? Does it function well?"
"Of course it does." I reply quickly.
She nodded, "A bit quick to answer but there was valid confidence in it. You have experience, I suppose?"
I narrow my eyes, "Is that a problem?" I asked, somewhat forgetting what the hell I was getting into.
"No… actually it might be good." She thought seriously, "I wouldn’t want someone who doesn’t know how to make me feel good."
Then she stood up and walked towards her chair, "I don’t know about my sexual capabilities as I have never joined in such practices but I believe a good sexual relationship would be a firm point in all marriages."
"So even though I can’t talk about me, you would have to jump in knowing I don’t know anything sexually or even my own preference."
"Though, this was my first kiss." Margaret’s face brightened slightly, showing a hint of pink, "I didn’t know it would feel so delightful."
Coming up to this point, I have to say it.
"Excuse me." I say.
"Yes"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You don’t understand?" Margaret gave a smile, this time it was honest, "I was talking about how compatible we would be if we married."
"I believe we would be a good couple."
