EP.71|The Wedding Ceremony (PART 4)

Milton sat in the highly guarded box, reading Pablo Neruda, and sipping coffee.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl thru the streets. Breed doesn't nourish me, the sun disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”  Milton read, he smiled slightly.

Strangely, thoughts of Courtly filled his head, thoughts of the old days when it was simple and easy. Those times were precious to him for some reason, the smiling face of the Jester burned in his brain.

“Snap out of it Milton!” He scolded himself, hitting himself with the book. There was then a knock on the box. “Your brother is here.” The guard said as Giles entered the box. “Well if it isn't the bookworm himself.” Milton chuckled.

“What happened with Courtly? She smells different.” Giles asked. “Nothing.” Milton smirked. “Milton. What did you do?” Giles asked again. “And I said nothing.” Milton answered again. “Is that the only reason your here?”

“You know what I want.” Giles said. “She’s not coming back. Not my fault.” Milton sipped his coffee. “Not your fault?! She gone because of you! You took the only thing that gave me meaning in this life and ripped it away!” Giles yelled.

“She was in the way.” Milton shrugged as Giles pinned him to the wall of the box.

“In the way?! Your the one in the way! Why can’t you just let me be happy for once?! Just once! Will you just once let me be happy?!” Giles yelled.

“Nope, you know what the prophecy says, it was written in the stars Giles. It was destined to happen.” Milton reminded him.

“Look, I know what you’re planning, so stop it right now! Leave the Vk’s out of it!” Giles scolded.

“Sorry, written in the stars.” Milton smirked. “You’re lucy I got a wedding to go to!” Giles dropped Milton and left. Milton dusted off his clothes and sat back in his chair, continuing to read Pablo Neruda.

“I hunger for you sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails. I want to eat your body like a whole almond.” Milton smiled a bit. “Miss Courtly, welcome.” The guard bowed.

“Please go, I’ll be okay.” The guards nodded and left, closing the door behind them. “Courtly my dear, you returned.” Milton smiled halfway.

Courtly raised her eyebrow and took off her jacket, revealing her off the shoulder halter neck shirt with a diamond cut out in the chest are of the shirt. She had a red zipper ruffle faux leather skirt and black high heels.

Holy...gods...damn this vixen! Using her sexy, beautiful, delicious body to break me! Milton tried to fight the urge to rip all that off of her and love her till she scream.

“Why are you here?” Milton asked, trying to not stare at her chest.

“Oh nothing, just wanted to talk that’s all.” Courtly sat across from him, her lips curling around the straw of her drink.

Milton bit his lip, he wanted to kiss those lips so badly. “Poker?” Courtly asked as stack of cards appearing in her hands.

“Regular?” He asked. Courtly leaned into his ear. “It doesn't have to be, Milton.” Courtly whispered. Damn her! Damn that body, and those lips, and that chest, those curves, those beautiful blue orbs! Milton felt her hands stroking his bicep.

“Damn Jester…” Milton growled deeply as Courtly gently kissed his earlobe, biting it slightly. “Give it up Milton.” She whispered, her hot breath trailing down his neck. “Milton~” She cooed, running her hands down his shirt.

I can’t fall for her devilish ways! Her hot, sexy, ways! Milton felt her chest up against his, looking down to see her beautiful chest, perky as all hell. “Take me, Milton.” Courtly sat on top of Milton, her legs wrapped around him.

Focus on the mission Milton! So what her eyes are blue like the ocean, so what her hair is like a golden waterfall, so what she has a body that looks like Aphrodite blessed it with all her love, so what if her chest is like two bouncing melons. Milton couldn't give in, he had a job to do. Now was not the time to lose focus.

“Stop resisting, Milton.” She kissed the nape of his neck, her lips leaving a hot trail. “Courtly…” He groaned in pleasure. Why must I submit to her ways?! He devilish ways! Courtly smirked, straddling her hips against his groin.

“I want you, right here, right now.” She whispered. That’s all it took, she finally broke him. Fuck the mission! Milton picked up Courtly and placed her on the table. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Milton pulled her in close.

“Why don't you show me.” Milton quickly took off Courtly’s shirt, revealing her purple bra. “Like what you see?” Courtly chuckled. Answer: yes, definitely yes, who wouldn't like, no love, that?! Milton licked his lips, kissing Courtly passionately.

Milton broke the kiss, he looked at her, noticing the coldness of her lips when his lips weren’t on hers.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna forget how to walk.”

~VK~

“Hey Mal, did you know that tonight it’s a red moon?” Operetta said. “Yeah, in our family it’s tradition you commemorate your love under the red moon.” Mal shortly explained. “You know Operetta, demons react to the red moon.” Michael smirked.

“So? I’m not a demon.” Operetta tilted her head. “But Hunter is. As long as the red moon is out, demons get more protective and will lust for their mate.” Freddie smirked. “I bet she wants Hunter to lust after her.” CJ snickered.

“Wh-Wha-What?!” She squealed. “Oh Hunter~just take me already.” Mal mocked as Operetta’s face turned more red.

“I-I-I do-don't want that!” Operetta stuttered. “Yes you do, deep down that is.” Evie smirked.

“N-No!” Operetta covered her face with her hands. “Right...you sooo don't want to be with Hunter.” Michael rolled his eyes, he could see the look on her face when she talked about Hunter, she wanted him.

“If you want Hunter, just tell him.” Mal suggested. “I-I would but it’s hard to just tell him everything.” Operetta sighed. “I don't even know if he likes me.” She added.

“There’s this old legend that says a dance under the light of the red moon where two lucky souls who love one another are chosen to be bound together for eternity, showing their desire for each other that they couldn't say in words. Since me and Ben are getting married and we were chosen last year it might be you and Hunter this years.” Mal winked.

“Yo-You think?” Operetta questioned. “Yes! I’m certain of it.” Evie smiled.

“The red moon is never wrong, Operetta. Believe me, if it weren’t for the red moon I never wouldn't have found my soulmate.” Michael smiled.

Operetta didn’t know if Hunter was her soulmate or not, the feelings inside of her body were getting to the point she couldn't contain them anymore.

Yes, it was true she did like Hunter, but did Hunter like her back?

That was the real question. Operetta liked Hunter but did Hunter like her back?

The question rocked Operetta’s mind daily, she just wanted to be in his arms all day all, sleeping soundly next to the demon boy.

He haunted her dreams every night, doing all the thing she wished the real Hunter would do to her.

But alas, it was only a dream, dreams where only things you want to happen in real life but, the deepest desires in the back of your mind.

That what Hunter was, her deepest desire, she just wanted to run out of the room, find Hunter, and kiss him all day.

She wanted to be his, she wanted that mark on her skin that proved that she was Hunter’s one and only.

She wanted to be the one Hunter lusted over, the one he was protective of, the one that stayed in his arms all day.

And the only way to find that out is at the reception, if what Mal said is true then there could be a chance that Hunter likes her back. Keyword: CHANCE Operetta sighed, looking down at her feet.

I hope your right about this red moon, Mal…

Hunter stood out on the balcony, looking at the setting sun. “You only have a few more hours.” Brazzan reminded him. “I’m so fucking screwed.” Hunter sighed, raking his hair back.

“Is there any way I won't get affected?” Hunter asked, hoping the answer was yes. “Nope, believe me, don't fight it. It’ll just hurt even more.” Brazzan suggested.

“Why now...why Operetta…” Hunter buried his face in his arms. “Mal just had to have the wedding the same night the red moon is out.” Hunter muttered. “I hate my life.” Hunter repeatedly kept hitting his head on the banister.

“I knew I’d find you here.” A familiar voice chuckled. “Oh great, you're here.” Hunter growled. “Hey, I’m was gonna offer you some advice but if you don't want it, I’ll leave.” Gaston said, standing next to him.

“You? Advice? That’s a funny joke.” Hunter chuckled, Gaston then hit Hunter upside the head. “Can you stop being such a douche for once and listen!” Gaston scolded.

“Fine jeez!” Hunter grumbled. “Red Moon starts in a couple of hours.” Gaston informed him. “Nah really? I thought it started tomorrow.” Hunter said sarcastically. “I want to warn you about somethings that might happen.” Gaston said.

“Right, cause you know what it’s like to be affected.” Hunter rolled his eyes.

“I’ve went thru the red moon 4 times kid, of course I know what it’s like to be affected!” Gaston smacked him again.

“Your gonna be in for a world of pain once that moon rises to the peek” Gaston added. “I don't want you to hurt Operetta, or anyone else.” Gaston said. “Well you won’t need to worry about that because I won’t be here.” Hunter said.

“Don't fight it kid. The more you fight the more it’ll hurt.” Gaston sighed. “I’ll take all the pain if it means Operetta won't get hurt.” Hunter stated. “That’s not how it works, kid. Listen to me and Brazzan. Do not. Fight it.” Gaston repeated.

“You don't understand dad! I have to fight it! I already hurt her once, I can’t do it again!” Hunter said. “Your just gonna make it worse for both you can Operetta.” Gaston shook his head.

“I know you care about her, more than you care to admit, but you can’t fight it. I don't care if you wanna make sure she doesn't get any of the pain but the more you fight it the more pain she’ll receive.”

“So what do you want me to do then? Huh? Stay here and jump on Operetta like a crazy animal? I don't think so!” Hunter glared at him. “If you leave this wedding, I’m tell Operetta everything.” Gaston threatened.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me, you leave and I tell Operetta everything.” Gaston smirked. “You got nothing on me.” Hunter smirked back.

“I’ve been inside your head since the age of 3. Ever since you met Operetta she’s all you think about.” A blue ball appeared in Gaston’s hand. “This is every thought of Operetta in your head. You leave and I give it to her.” Gaston smirk grew.

“What’s it gonna be Hunter?” Gaston cooed. “Fine I’ll stay.” Hunter growled. “I go crazy, I’m blaming you.” Hunter added.

Meanwhile, in the boy’s room, Ben looked into the mirror. “Look at you, getting married in a couple of hours. I’m so proud” Zypher chuckled. “I’m so excited!” Ben smiled widely. “Alright, school girl, chill. You’re not married yet.” Zypher said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Ben said as Zeref entered. “Um, Ben, some guy is here to see you.” Zeref said as another guy walked in.

“It’s been a while, Ben.”
Ben’s eyes widened as he turned around to see the man he never thought he see every again.

“Oh...my...god”

~A/N~

Hey guys! Sugar_And_Spice125 here! So what did y'all think of this chapter? I'm gonna go into who this guy is and why Ben is so shocked in the next episode but still was this a good surprise? Should I have chosen somebody else?

Anyways, the part about Milton and Courtly at the beginning was fun to write, I'm a little worried about writing the Red Moon and how Hunter and Operetta will turn out but I promise to make it good.

You know the drill and if you don't make sure you comment, read, and vote. Alright, keep it classy, make good choices and I'll see you next episode. Bye!

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