Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife-Chapter 397: Possible new tattoo

Dinner, Scarlet thought, we have not had dinner, her mind screamed. But when it came to her physical relationship with him, her mind was not so often in charge.

Other parts of her body liked to take over, and usually, she let them.

He nuzzled her neck, licked it and bit down slowly, eliciting a small pitiful moan from her.

"All day long, I have been thinking about tasting you." he whispered.

His hands moved upwards, slowly, and she sucked in a breath. He was going for her breasts and he would go for her nipples immediately. It was one thing he loved to do, pinch them, suck them, bite them. He did it often, even when he was not about to make love to her.

She had really made it easy for him, because she was already naked and he did not have to get her out of her clothes.

Esong stepped back from her and quickly divested himself of his clothes. Now, completely naked, he returned and pressed himself against her. Skin to skin, heat to heat, she felt him, all of him.

He grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her back against him.

Her stomach did a little quiver and clenched as she felt his thick, hard manhood, tipped upwards and all but ready to devour her.

She whimpered, and clenched her thighs.

"Don’t worry," he whispered with a chuckle, "I intend to taste you, kiss you, love you and make you cum at least three times before I finally take you as you scream for me."

With that decision made, he moved the bed from it’s position with his mind and laid her down on it, hovering over her with wicked intentions and he smiled like the charming devil he was.

"I hope you are ready for this."

Two hours later, all soaked, exhausted and quivering, the couple laid in bed fully satisfied and relieving the pleasure that they had just experienced.

Scarlet was grazing her fingertips over Esong’s nipples, pinching them playfully as he often did with hers when they were in bed.

He hummed and pulled her closer so that half of her body could drape over his lazily.

He was facing the ceiling with one of his arms acting like her pillow and another raised behind his head.

"Why do you have new marks on your body that were not made by me?" she asked him.

"Cedric made them." he answered.

He tilted his head, looked at her pouted lips and laughed.

"Why are you jealous that someone else touched my body?" he asked her, obviously teasing her.

"Yes." she deadpanned. "You know that I am crazy when it comes to you, always have been and always will probably be."

His eyes squinted and he said, "Remove the probably."

She smiled, stuck her tongue out and asked, "Why, are you worried that I might leave you?"

"I will hunt you down and then lock you up in a secret location somewhere if you ever try to leave me." he told her.

He leaned his head down and kissed her nose.

If he was serious or joking, she could not tell in that moment, he was calm and his face was giving away nothing,

"As if I could ever leave you." she mumbled. "My mother would be the first to hunt me down and chain my legs in this castle."

He laughed at what she said and he recalled that his mother-in-law was his biggest supporter when it came to the relationship between himself and Scarlet. If anybody wanted them happily settled down more than he did, it was her.

"You haven’t told me about the marks on your back yet." she poked him in the ribs and insisted.

"Cedric wants to tattoo my back, he says that of all the mecha warriors in the death thunder army my body is the most virgin territory when it comes to tattoos." he answered her with his eyes closed.

Well, she had seen a few bare chested mecha warriors either in training or pictures that were shared immensely on star net. In each case, most of them did have tattoos on their hands, backs, chests, necks. It almost seemed like a tradition among their kind.

Even Markay had one that across his chest, of course it was of himself slaying a three eyed mutated beast.

"You have the one which matches mine." she told him.

"It’s just one, and it’s not so big." he told her. "I told him to do as he wishes, we are going to be bored up there anyway so we might as well get it done."

"What are you getting?" she asked him curiously.

"I am not sure yet." he answered. "Maybe I should do what Markay did and get one of myself slaying a draco."

"No." she yelled, louder than intended.

She lowered her voice and asked him, "Why put a mutated beast on your body? You can put angel wings, me as the hound, Severus, our son..."

"Oh, ho-ho, I am not putting your dog on my body. Why would I do that when I have Hachiko?"

"It was a suggestion, anyway, are you sure that you will be back in two weeks?" her hands trailed down his chest and she rubbed those stomach muscles that her tongue had licked only an hour ago.

"Hmm, it was either that or I quit." he said.

She gasped and raised her head like a small lizard. "Quit, are you crazy, the mecha king can’t quit." She slapped his chest.

He grabbed the hand which slapped him and imprisoned it in his. "Do we need to have another talk about the fact that your slaps hurt?"

"No." she answered, and then pouted, looking down as if she was ashamed.

"What do you injected into them by the way? I swear, ordinary slaps do not hurt this much." he looked at her hand and scrutinized.

Scarlet smiled, she added some little soul power, just a little bit but he would never know.

"I will miss you when you are gone. Nothing is the same when you go away, Justin and I, we feel your absence." she said suddenly in a sad voice.

He abandoned the scrutiny of her hand and kissed it instead, many times while making loud kissing sounds.

"Should I stay?" he asked her softly as he nuzzled her fingers. "I can find an excuse and stay."

"I want to say yes but it will be selfish of me. You are not mine alone, I have to share you with the empire." She laid her head down on his chest, listened to the sound of his heat beating and closed her eyes, doing her best to shut her mind up with all the fears and worries that were rising up like a tide.

If she was really pregnant, would he be around when she gave birth to the babies? Would he be alive? He had to stay alive, she needed him and she was afraid of just how much she did.

But he had to go and do his job, protect the living just as she did hers, watching over the dead.

It only took a minute for her breathe to deepen as sleep started to overwhelm her.

While she drifted off, Scarlet could have sworn that she heard Esong say, "I am yours."