novelraw Chapter 283: The Eagle Wears It Better
Chapter 283: The Eagle Wears It Better
Ren’s eyes widened to comical proportions.
Before she could even attempt to formulate a response to his question, Altair turned around, craned his neck over his shoulder, and began groping his own bare butt cheek.
His golden brows furrowed in deep, critical concentration as his large hand squeezed his own firm glutes.
"Is my butt too small?" Altair asked earnestly. He squeezed again, his frown deepening. "It is not soft, either. It is completely solid. How can I get my butt to be big and soft? Is that the type you like?"
Ren was utterly speechless. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, gaping like a fish out of water. Her face was burning so incredibly hot that Ren genuinely thought she might actually get a nosebleed right then and there.
Then, to make matters infinitely worse, Altair raised his hand.
SMACK!
He smacked his own firm ass cheek.
"It doesn’t jiggle," Altair complained softly, sounding deeply disappointed in his own body.
Ren couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t rationally explain it, but she was so incredibly turned on right now. There is only so much raw male perfection a woman can take before her brain completely short-circuits.
"Stop!" Ren squeaked, rushing toward Altair and grabbing his wrists. "Please, just stop touching your butt and stop asking butt questions!"
Altair frowned, looking slightly dejected that his attempt to understand female attraction had been shut down, but he obediently dropped the topic.
Ren held his large hands in hers and offered him a warm, deeply affectionate smile. "Listen to me," she breathed, her heart racing. "You are perfect exactly the way you are."
Ren wasn’t just saying that to cheer him up; he really was perfect. His only real flaw was his closed-off, stoic personality, but Ren was absolutely certain that with enough time and patience, they would get over that hurdle. He was still mostly her quiet, innocent, green-flag husband.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to Ren.
She opened her inventory and got to the biggest, loosest dress she had pilfered from Vex’s treehouse—a large garment she had specifically taken for future maternity wear. The soft fabric materialized in her hands.
She shoved the bundle of fabric into Altair’s chest. "Hold this."
Her grand plan was to use her knife to hack the dress to pieces and fashion a proper, flowing ’male skirt.’ Ren turned her back to him, bending down to retrieve the thorns and sturdy vines left over from the leaf-skirt disaster. She would definitely need something to secure the waist once she butchered the hemline.
"Okay, Altair, hold it up to your waist so I can—"
When Ren turned back around, the thorns and vines slipped right through her fingers, tumbling uselessly to the grassy ground right alongside her dropping jaw.
Altair had put the entire dress on.
Ren stared, completely dumbfounded.
It was supposed to be a baggy maternity dress, but on his massive frame, it was an entirely different garment. It fit him incredibly snug in all the right places, somehow highlighting his raw muscularity even more than when he was naked.
The soft fabric stretched tightly across his broad chest, firmly emphasizing his massive pecs under the top of the dress. The hemline stopped squarely at the mid-point of his thick, muscular thighs. Even his rock-hard erection, which was still stubbornly poking outward, was now perfectly contained and significantly less noticeable beneath the draping fabric.
Ren slowly nodded her head. This could actually work. It didn’t look like a woman’s dress on him; it looked like a rugged, ancient male tunic. He was really, truly rocking the dress, and she had to shamelessly admit it.
[System: Hewearsitbetterthanyou.] The System spoke at three times its normal speed, the voice blurring together in a rapid squeak.
Ren blinked, completely thrown off. "What?"
[System: Nothing! I said nothing! But I must urgently inform you that the Snake King has woken up! Furthermore, the coral and albino female snakes have heard rumors of your return and are currently rushing to the garden to greet you! You need to move!]
Ren’s eyes widened in panic. "We need to get out of here!" she hissed, grabbing Altair’s wrists and dragging him toward the garden exit.
Moving with desperate stealth, Ren and Altair managed to bypass the winding corridors without being seen by a single slithering soul. They finally made it back to the obsidian door of Syris’ nest.
Ren stopped, taking a massive, deep breath. Her heart was hammering violently against her ribcage from the brisk walk and the overwhelming nervousness of what she was about to do. She was absolutely terrified of Syris’ reaction. But it would be incredibly wrong and deeply unfair to both him and Altair if she tried to keep her new bird husband a dirty secret.
Ren looked up at the towering eagle. "Are you ready?" she whispered nervously.
Altair maintained a perfectly blank expression on his handsome face. He calmly responded, "Yes."
Ren took another shaky breath. "Okay, because I am definitely not read—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Altair pushed the obsidian door wide open.
"Wait!" Ren panicked, quickly equipping her scent-masking spray from her inventory. She frantically spritzed herself in a rapid cloud of mist just before the door opened fully.
Altair stepped confidently into the dark nest. Ren crept timidly behind his broad back, bracing herself for a venomous outrage.
But as she peeked around his waist, she realized the nest was completely empty.
Just then, the sound of splashing water echoed from the back of the room. Syris emerged from the archway that led to his bath area.
The Snake King was completely naked. His pale skin and long silver hair were damp from the water, and his skin was still badly stripping and peeling all over his chest and shoulders from the severe sunburn.
Syris stopped dead in his tracks. His amethyst eyes instantly fell upon the unfamiliar beastman standing beside his mate.
The air in the room instantly dropped ten degrees.
"Who is this?" Syris demanded, his voice dropping into a venomous hiss that made the hairs on the back of Ren’s neck stand up.
Ren wanted to turn around, run away screaming into the swamp, and yell abandon mission. She was sweating bullets.
But Altair remained completely calm. His silver eyes slowly trailed downward, locking directly onto the Snake King’s exposed, resting anatomy.
Altair tilted his head, his voice a soft, genuinely fascinated murmur. "He has two."