Bueno esto es de la historia original pero en Ingles ;) .

¡El geldris debe ser leído por todo el mundo!

Lo traduci porque alguien especial me lo pidió hacerlo, y con gusto acepté.

Recuerden que siempre voy a tener tiempo para ustedes, cualquier ayuda solo pregunten ;)

Y perdonen si hay algunas fallas, tambien aquí voy a poner las comillas inglesas, porque está escrito en inglés.

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Your love is the best gift you could give me:

Her hands trembled slightly, her skin warmed up in seconds and her eyes showing the beautiful emerald color she possessed. Zedris could not be more amazed with a lady, out of the corner of his eye he looked at the young woman at his side, her beautiful fractions, her tempting lips and the white color of her skin, the princess left him speechless, he could not feel more idiotic to think of That, I knew that the true beauty yasia inside a person, however, ... loved him.

Currently in her room, the vampire king left her to stay in one of the castle rooms, only for a few months until the peace agreement was signed, an agreement between the demonic and vampiric races.

Zeldris sighed exhausted, the training he was doing with his older brother, was very heavy, considering that Meliodas had a little 'affection' towards him, according to him.

He abandons those memories and focuses on the princess, her beautiful image was difficult to forget, although very tentative on many occasions.
Like that beautiful smile, which did not detach from his memory.

"What nonsense," I murmur, his father taught him that love was for the weak and if it were, he already was.

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Zeldris walked down the hallways with concern, a bead of sweat running down his forehead and almost enthusiastically, he opened the first door he found in the hallway.

The room was dark and quiet and the gelda figure wrapped in the blanket reassured him. She was resting quietly, so placidly, that he wished he were by her side right now, sharing the bed together as he imagined her every night.
A heartfelt smile ended on his lips and he quietly walked across the room.

I look at her for a few moments,
her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, her hair spread out on the pillow, with one hand resting on her stomach and the other resting on her head. Gelda was absolutely beautiful and he loved her.

Without waiting another minute, he left the room, closed the door and sighed with love. She was ok.
He knew it was wrong to spy on her while he slept, but he was so worried, he hadn't seen her all day, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully in his bed, erased those clumsy ideas from his head.

He returned his rooms relieved, and collapsed between the sheets exhausted by the day, he had to rest or else he would not survive the training of Meliodas, tomorrow.

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The gentle breeze ruffled the hair that fell on his face, he sighed wearily and lay gently on his bed.

It had been a few months since that time "he went to visit her."

And he remembered how she smiled at him when they were in the throne room and how he was so stupid to blush in front of everyone, but it was worth it just to see her smile.

She was happy with those memories, but she still felt miserable, an order failed and now she was cursing her weakness. How was it possible to love her, if he was so weak.

He hid his face in his hands and then grabbed one of his pillows trying to axify himself.
His brother's disappointed look was the last thing he needed. Why did everyone compare him to Meliodas, because everyone was like that. He was not like his brother and yet no one thought the same: "Maybe Gelda would not consider him like that, maybe she loved him too, hopefully she loved him as much as he loved her." She put her face closer to the pillow and began to think about the princess again, her jet locks tickling her skin and the air gently passed her cheeks, so calming, so relieving that little by little her eyes began to narrow, so slowly like the gentle breeze that caressed him in the morning.

(Here there will be explicit sexual scenes, those who do not want to read skip the whole chapter) Without further ado, let's continue.

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Zeldris slowly opened his eyes. He looked up and watched Gelda move over him. She wore her hair tied up in a braid as she usually saw her every afternoon, with only a few strands falling to frame her beautiful face. She smiled shyly at him, and he sighed at the way her eyes traveled over him. I could feel her gaze almost adoring him, just him. Gelda kept her eyes locked on his as she reached out and pulled a pin from her hair, letting the blonde locks fall forward and onto her shoulders gently. Zeldris could see the passion, the desire, that flashed in her eyes as she felt the heat of his body against hers. All the love he could feel with her was magnificent.

"Why is she there?" "What the hell is going on ?" She leaned forward until their faces almost touched and the warmth of her skin washed over him. His hands pressed against her chest before sliding them to her shoulders in longing. Her body swayed against him slowly, about twice, and Zeldris grunted in surprise as her pulse quickened and her cheeks turned redder than ever. Then Gelda tilted her head down and felt soft lips against her cheek.

Immediately his body began to respond to him. Her heart began to race with her slow and steady movements, her heart beat and blushed with every touch she gave him. He sighed and Gelda kissed him, her mouth caressing his cheek, along his jaw, and then crawling down his neck. Zeldris tried to move, but couldn't, unable to speak, unable to move, and felt his lashes brush against him as he kissed the curve of her neck. Gelda licked it again, her legs sliding around his hips as she swayed over him. He wanted to grab her and pull her closer against him, but his hands didn't listen and his arms didn't obey.

"What happens?" he thought. Gelda continued to kiss and caress him lovingly, her mouth now nibbling on the skin along his shoulder. She did not speak or make a sound; All he could hear was his own labored and beloved breathing. His hands slid over her shirt, opening it to expose the soft skin to his hungry lips. Zeldris closed her eyes against the feel of his tongue on her chest and her hands slid further over him.

Zeldris had not allowed himself to imagine this moment, he would never think that this would happen. But now that this was really happening, he found himself struggling to get carried away. Now was his chance to enjoy the fantasies that were always born on the edges of his mind. "But this is wrong" "Gelda could not be his, it never would be" "What the hell is going on because he can't move me!"

When Gelda's breath felt on his lips, Zeldris closed her eyes tight and gave herself up to the sensation. He had never thought that it would be possible to give himself to someone, but the attraction he felt now for the beauty that moved over him was undeniable. When his lips brushed hers, he shuddered and allowed himself to be carried away with pleasure. Their mouths pressed for a moment; but before he could press any further, she pulled away. Zeldris relaxed against her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her lips barely brushing against the princess's.

He bit his lower lip, as the princess's hands slid between his legs, and Zeldris widened his eyes in surprise. He gasped when her hand tightened and Gelda kissed him again as he cradled her face fondly, his mouth savoring hers, while their tongues played with each other, he drowned a moan, when Gelda tilted her head to press his kiss. And only at last did his hands and arms respond.
Zeldris pressed a breast gently and smiled when she released a moan in response, then dragged his hand down her legs, down her dress, and finally stepped inside the light fabric that covered her privacy.

"Gelda," he whispered fondly, his eyes watching hers shyly and he felt a great warmth inside him to see the person he loved so much with him. I love you

"However, he did not finish confessing"

A red liquid spread over his skin and his eyes watched with pain as the dagger entered his chest

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