The Sword and Heir of Shadows

Chapter 8: He Missed Her.

[Warning: Mature Language]

At Elmsworth's House,

The lusty evening with Neena was still on the run as Hector held Neena by her arse as she was on her four limbs, in her bedroom, On her bed. The air there smelled of pheromones, Hector's pumps were doing her so good that Neena was drooling saliva from the corner of her mouth and moaned, "Ahhh...Hector". The man would slam her hard every time she moaned his name. He was not making love to her, He was fucking her. Bringing out all his starvation and savouring the fruit.

Neena moaned again, "Oh Lord, Hector...I feel.....I" She could not content her feelings, But there, got her message and he rammed into her again, and this time Neena Came, her fluid ran down her channel but Hector, kept pumping into her channel and he growled as he arched his back and with two last pumps, he filled her up with his seed.

Hector patted Neena's arse twice, A wet slurping sound came as they both were soaked in sweat. A sign that he has finished and she should get up too. Neena raised on her knees from her previous position and got off the bed smiling at him, Hector, too got off and started searching for his clothes but deliberately avoided looking at Neena.

"Want to have a bath?" Neena stood at the bathroom door, with her hands on her waist, she winked at Hector. That woman was happy, she liked to be ravaged by Hector.

Hector looked at her naked body once again, and then he moved his eyes away from her to suppress the urge to take her once more as he had to head back home. He gathered his stuff from the floor, and he left.

Neena stepped out of her bathroom and searched for the man she was previously engaged to in bed. Even though Neena tried to hide it her eyes spoke love for him. She knew why Hector avoided looking at her sometimes. She wanted him for more, He did not want the same. Neena understood that well, Whenever she leaned in for a kiss, Hector would always sort of tilt his head, showing respect but also keeping a bit of distance. He would then say softly, "Maybe next time." You see, Hector's heart still belonged to Layla, and even though he appreciated Neena's company, he wasn't looking for anything more. Sadness overwhelmed Neena and she drifted off to sleep.

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Hector tip-toed from their house gate to the door as he did not want his horse to wake up. Ustas was busy Snoring through his sleep.

Before pushing his door open Hector brought his arms up, near his nose and smelled himself in case his kids would hate how he was smelling, afterall they still were kids and kids might puke after smelling something weird or disgusting.

"Hmm" He does not smell bad, after being assured he took a long breath and thought of made-up answers. He knew his kids were going to bombard him with questions.

"Sons, I am home!!" He said cheerfully as soon as he pushed the door, but he was answered with dead silence.

He walked inside and looked at the dishes on their dining table, which had half-eaten food left in them. He found that his two little rascals had already eaten without him and were probably in bed by now.

They might have waited for their daddy but he was too busy that he forgot and came home late. Hector's eyes dimmed and his face dropped at how he disappointed them today.

He then went to the living room looked which like a battlefield, Full of mess. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of what these two troublemakers had been up to while he was out.

"AH" He groaned and massaged the back of his neck with both hands, he had worked a lot today, and now he have to clean this mess. "Seems like work time again" He murmured.

After tidying up the place and having a simple dinner, Hector finally headed to his bedroom, which was upstairs, just beside his children's room.

Hector's bedroom was a shelter frozen in time, a shrine to his lasting love for Layla. Every part of the room bore the mark of their shared history, and he had made no effort to change it since her passing.

The walls were painted in warm, soothing colours that Layla had loved, creating an atmosphere of comfort and serenity. The room was adorned with delicate lace curtains that allowed soft, filtered sunlight would seep through them

In the centre of the room was put an ornate wooden bed, the very one they had shared as a married couple. The headboard was intricately carved with floral motifs, and the bed was dressed with crisp white linens and a quilt lovingly made by Layla herself.

On the walls hung a painted portrait of Hector and Layla during happier times, capturing their smiles and shared moments. A particularly cherished portrait of Layla, her eyes twinkling with joy, held a main place near the bed.

A small writing desk nestled near the window, It has penned letters and kept a journal. It held her favourite books, her handwriting still visible on some pages, and an empty vase.

Hector found solace in this room, knowing that Layla's presence lingered here, he would often take out the clothes she used to wear, to hold them, to smell them, So that he would not forget her.

The room was just as Layla had left it, a tribute to his everlasting love for her. He never brought any other women home, even though Neena might have had a thing for him. Hector's heart and desires were still firmly devoted to Layla, and her presence lingered in every nook and cranny of their shared space.

It was the same today, Hector took out Layla's Gown which she wore at their wedding. He remembered how a beautiful fairy-like woman she was, and how her green eyes sparkled with happiness. A lone tear shed from his eyes and he sobbed, aware of not doing anything which might wake his kids up, He held the cloth to himself again, clutched it close to his heart,

"You gave me everything, but you went away".. he cried, withering.

"Fate brought you to me and took you away, too",

"Please, Layla come back to me" He sniffed and shook his head looking at the cloth he was holding, defensively,"I know, you know I am sleeping with Neena but trust me I have Nothing for her. Nothing at all".

Hector always felt that Layla was them, and he felt sorry for his actions and would talk to her clothes, every time he slept with someone. Because it was not just Neena, Hector needed to vent his frustration somewhere, and as he was a beautiful man, Ladies would spread their legs quickly for him. But no one ever stepped into his heart. Only Layla had been there. After a long time, Hector drifted to sleep.