Anti-climactic

Waking up slowly I snuggle into the warm body next to me, Hallar's hand slips round my waist and pulls me in even closer, with a sigh I sit up and look down on Hallar, I see the love bite I gave him and smile the I voice the thought that comes to mind.

"how come when you bit me you didn't use your fangs?"

Hallar looks at me with a sexy and lazy smile on his lips as he replies.

"Well little storm the reason is I will only drink from my mate during sex"

I bite my lip and my gaze roves over his naked body, my gaze reaches his cock my hands move to grasp him, but nature calls and I grumble as I move to his bathroom and ask while I do my business.

"what are you looking for in a mate then?"

A chuckle comes from the other room, I finish and exit the bathroom, and lean against the door frame with my arms crossed, his eyes travel all over my body and makes eye contact as he says.

"are you jealous Little storm?"

I open my mouth to respond but before I can he flashes out of his bed and wraps me up in a hug and brushes a soft kiss over my lips and speaks.

"I would love for you to be my mate but me and my brother Crom are a package deal we share everything"

I look up into his eyes while biting my lip I move my hands down from his shoulders and trace the scar I gave him on the battlefield so long ago, hesitantly I ask.

"I have a secret to tell you and after that I would like to ask something if that's okay?"

Hallar nods and I begin to speak.

"okay so I know you was on a planet called Optopia along time ago, and you took part in a battle near a water fall where you fought an angelic Choir called Silent vengeance"

As I'm speaking, he is nodding along, when I mention the Choir, he rubs his chest in remembrance, recognition flickers across his face as I continue.

"well do you remember the choir's commander you fought that day?"

He nods in conformation and I finish by saying.

"that was me, I was the one that tried to take your life."

Confusion clouds his face as he looks at me, scratching his chin he asks.

"but the commander was a male"

I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes while saying.

"my armour was designed to look masculine because I know what happens to females who are captured on the battlefield"

He moves away and my heart begins to break as he remains silent as he puts on clean clothes, and I look around for my armour and put it back on the silence carries for a while till he breaks it by asking.

"why did I not feel the pull then like I do now?"

It tilt my head in thought while looking at him, I turn and gesture for him to tighten up the buckles on my armour and give him an abbreviated version of what my other self told me, I finish getting dresses minus panties because some brute ripped them off of my body, Hallar realises what I'm thinking and smiles, a knock rings in to the room from the door way and a guard calls out.

"your highness a fighter has challenged Arura if she is up for the fight this will obviously count as her fourth fight"

Hallar looks at me with an evil smile and says with a chuckle.

"fancy fighting with no panties?"

I look at him with the best scowl I can muster despite my amusement and call out to the guard.

"yes, I will fight"

Turning back to Hallar I gulp down my nervousness and ask my question.

"if I was to say start my own harem and mate to all of them as with my power, I will need to do so to balance myself out would you and your brother be willing to mate with me?"

A smile brakes over his face as he responds.

"I will love to, but I think we will need to come to some ground rules and me and my brother will get you a proper mating gift as it should be, before you say anything no, we don't need one from you, now run that fine ass to the arena and try not to flash the crowd"

With a playful smack on my ass as I move to leave the room and head to the arena, just as I leave his room, I flip him the bird and blow him a kiss, I rush after the guard and get to the gate to the arena the guard quickly tells me the rules for the fight, I nod and grab a sword and mutter to my self about this place loving fights to the death too much.

Moving into the arena I raise my free hand and wave to the crowd I don't bother listening to the announcer as I look over my opponent, he is an elf standing at about six foot three he has shoulder length brown hair tied up into a low pony tail, looking over his exposed body I notice he has no visible scars and has the build of a gymnast moving my gaze further down his body I see he is in bright green shorts and no shoes.

The announcer gives the signal to start the fight and the elf begins twirling and twisting while his swords remain in full motion then he follows it with a double front flip and lands in a crouch brandishing his swords to either side of his body and he has a huge cocky grin on his face rolling my eyes as he begins his routine again I shift the grip of my sword in to a reverse grip so the point is towards the ground, I shift my left foot forward and line my left arm with my target moving my right arm so the hilt is next to my ear, I channel power in to my arm and throw my sword, with a boom it leaves my grip and in a single eye blink my sword appears in his chest piercing his heart and killing him in seconds, I mutter to myself as his lifeless body hits the floor

"Well that was anti-climatic"