I'm Her Favorite Character-Chapter 32 - : Women Can Be Nurses

[Elwin's POV]

I wake to the sound of the door shutting, jolting me from my uneasy slumber. Blinking groggily, I see Octavia walking into the bedroom, her white hair glowing softly in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

"You left?" I mumble, my voice thick with sleep and lingering sorrow.

Octavia's golden eyes meet mine, filled with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. "Your sisters came by to discuss everything," she says softly, her tone gentle as if afraid to shatter the fragile calm.

I sit up, the covers pooling around my waist. A wave of unease washes over me at the thought of talking to my sisters about Rowena. The wound is still too fresh, the pain too raw.

"Should I go say hi?" I ask reluctantly, even as every fiber of my being recoils at the idea.

Octavia doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she crawls onto the bed. Before I can react, she wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace. We fall back onto the bed together, her warmth enveloping me like a cocoon.

"It's all taken care of," she murmurs, her breath tickling my ear.

I melt into her embrace, tension I didn't even realize I was holding seeping out of my muscles. Octavia's presence is a balm to my battered soul, her touch grounding me in a world that feels like it's spinning out of control.

"Will Rolo see retribution?" I ask. The question hangs in the air between us, heavy with implications.

Octavia's arms tighten around me, her body tensing slightly at my words. For a moment, she's silent, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her mind.

"Your sisters... they explained some things to me," she begins carefully, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on my back. "About the Warbringer way."

I stiffen in her arms, a chill running down my spine. The Warbringer way. Those words have haunted me my entire life, a constant reminder of the brutal code my family lives by.

Octavia continues, her voice is soft but steady. "They said that because Rowena challenged Rolo and lost, the matter is considered settled. There won't be any retribution."

As Octavia's words sink in, a surge of anger rises within me, hot and fierce. It bubbles up from deep in my gut, spreading through my veins like liquid fire. My hands clench into fists, nails digging painfully into my palms.

"That lucky bitch," I spit out, the words tasting like venom on my tongue.

The injustice of it all is overwhelming. Rowena is dead, her life snuffed out in an instant, and Rolo gets to walk away unscathed? The thought makes my blood boil. I can feel myself trembling with barely contained rage, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Octavia's hand moves to my hair, her fingers gently combing through the tangled strands. The repetitive motion is soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside me. I look up at her, meeting her golden gaze. Her expression is gentle, but there's a seriousness in her eyes that gives me pause.

"Rolo hurt you, Elwin," Octavia says, her voice low and intense. "She slandered you, spread vicious lies about you." Her fingers still in my hair as she cups my face with both hands, forcing me to maintain eye contact. "I promise you, Elwin, I will see to it your revenge is served."

My heart flutters at her words, a mix of warmth and fear flooding through me. The devotion in her eyes is unmistakable, burning with an intensity that both thrills and terrifies me. For a moment, I'm lost in the depth of her gaze, drowning in the golden fire of her irises.

But then reality crashes back in, and panic claws its way up my throat. "Wait, no!" I exclaim, my voice cracking with emotion. I grab her wrists, not to push her away, but to anchor myself as the world seems to tilt around me.

"Please don't do anything rash for my sake," I plead, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I don't want to see you fall into depravity for the sake of my revenge."

I take a deep breath. "Revenge isn't a reason to live your life, Octavia," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's a path that leads only to more pain, more suffering. It's like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."

'We aren't Sith. We're real people.'

Octavia's lips curve into an enigmatic smile, her golden eyes sparkling with an otherworldly knowledge. "Oh?" she says, her voice light and teasing. "Did you waste one of your past lives on revenge?"

For a moment, my heart stops. A chill runs down my spine, and I'm transported back to Boston. A much more modern world than the one I live in now.

But as quickly as it comes, the sensation passes. I blink, shaking off the strange feeling. It was just a joke, I tell myself. Just a clever quip.

I force a laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. "No, I mean... it's clear from literature and the people you meet that revenge seems to be a losing game."

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Octavia's smile widens, a knowing look in her eyes that makes me wonder if she can see right through me. "Wise words from the first prince of a nation of warriors."

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Octavia, I care more about our future together than any misguided quest for revenge," I say softly, my voice filled with sincerity.

"I'm not an idiot," I continue, my voice growing stronger. "When I was 18, I made a deal with my family. I convinced my sisters to stop taking each other's lives until I turned 25."

I frown, the weight of recent events settling heavily on my shoulders. "I really wanted more time with Rowena before... before they resumed their fight for the throne." My voice catches, grief threatening to overwhelm me once more. "But I know the reality. In the end, only one can live."

Octavia's arms tighten around me, offering silent comfort. I lean into her embrace, drawing strength from her presence.

"But you, Octavia," I say, looking up to meet her golden gaze. "You won't die. You exist outside of this brutal cycle." My hand comes up to cup her cheek, thumb gently stroking her soft skin. "You're my hope for a future beyond the bloodshed and pain."

"I want to build a life with you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "A life filled with love and joy, not vengeance and sorrow."

My mind wanders, painting vivid pictures of a future I long for with every fiber of my being. "I dream of a life where our children can just be children, Octavia. To pursue their passions, whether that's art or science or adventure, without the looming specter of succession hanging over their heads."

Overwhelmed by emotion and longing, I lean in, pressing my lips to Octavia's neck. Her skin is warm and soft against my mouth, and I breathe in her comforting scent. My fingers move to the buttons of her shirt, fumbling slightly in my eagerness to be closer to her.

Octavia's hand gently catches mine, stilling my movements. "Elwin," she says softly, her voice tinged with concern, "I already told you you don't have to use your body to get me to stay with you."

I pull back slightly, looking deep into her eyes. The love and worry I see there makes my heart swell. I lean in again, pressing another kiss to the curve of her neck. "This time, I just want to be close."

Octavia hesitates, her body tensing slightly. "Honey, you're very vulnerable right now," she says, her voice gentle but firm.

I press closer to Octavia, my body seeking her warmth. As I shift, my growing arousal becomes evident, pushing insistently against her thigh. A soft chuckle escapes her lips at the contact, but it quickly fades into a concerned frown.

"Elwin," she says gently, her golden eyes searching mine. "It's been such an emotional day for you. Are you sure this is what you want?"

In response, I lean in and capture her lips with mine. The kiss is deep and passionate, filled with all the words I can't seem to find. My hands move to her shirt, fingers working at the buttons with newfound determination.

Octavia hesitates for just a moment before returning the kiss with equal fervor. Her hands slide under my shirt, palms flat against my skin as she slowly pushes the fabric up. We break apart just long enough for her to pull my shirt over my head before our lips meet again.

The room feels electric, charged with a mixture of grief, desire, and desperate need for connection.

Our kisses grow more heated, tongues dancing as hands explore familiar territory with new urgency. Octavia's shirt falls open, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach and the simple black bra containing her breasts. I trail kisses down her neck, relishing the soft gasp that escapes her as I nip at her collarbone.

Octavia reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. As the garment falls away, I'm mesmerized by the sight of her breasts. They're perfectly shaped with perky nipples standing at attention. My erection twitches in my pants, pressing insistently against her thigh.

She notices my fixated gaze and a playful smile tugs at her lips. "Hey, you're staring at my tits again," she teases gently.

I blush, unable to tear my eyes away from her chest. A fleeting thought crosses my mind.

'God, I wish she would give me a nursing hand job.'

But I have no idea how to voice such a request.

Octavia's expression softens further, filled with tender affection. "Hey," she says softly, "would you like to suck my tits while I pleasure you?"

'It's like she's a mind reader.'

Octavia's words send a jolt of electricity through me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I nod eagerly. She smiles softly and gently pushes me onto my back. With nimble fingers, she unbuttons my pants and slides them off along with my underwear. My erection springs free, achingly hard, and already leaking precum.

Octavia positions herself beside me, cradling my head against her chest. She guides my mouth to her breast, her nipple brushing against my lips. Without hesitation, I latch on, suckling eagerly. The feel of her nipple in my mouth is almost divine. Soft yet firm, fitting perfectly as if made just for me.

A quiet moan escapes Octavia as I suck harder, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. She spits into her palm and wraps her hand around my shaft, starting a slow, teasing rhythm. The dual sensations of her breast in my mouth and her hand on my cock are overwhelming.

Octavia leans down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers breathily, "That's it, just like that. It's like I'm your momma, and you're my baby."

Her words should mortify me, but instead, they ignite something primal within me. I suck even harder, desperate for some nonexistent nourishment. Octavia's hand speeds up on my cock, twisting on the upstroke in a way that makes me see stars.

"Such a good boy," she coos. "Suck harder for me, baby. Show me how much you need your momma."

'It's like she knows I'm into to this weird mommy shit. If this were anyone else, I might have to kill myself.'

I moan out in pleasure, the sound muffled by Octavia's breast. The vibrations seem to heighten her arousal as she lets out a ragged gasp and arches her back, pressing her nipple deeper into my mouth.

"Mmm, that's it," Octavia purrs. "Momma wants you to show the other nipple attention now."

I eagerly comply, releasing her breast with a wet pop before latching onto the other. I attack it with all my might, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak and sucking hard. Octavia's hand on my cock maintains an agonizingly slow pace, building the pleasure gradually.

Her fingers dance along my shaft, alternating between feather-light touches and firm strokes. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the tension building in my core, a coiling spring ready to release.

Octavia's free hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, holding me close to her breast. Her fingers card through my hair soothingly as I continue to suckle.

"Such a good boy for momma," she coos. "You're making me feel so good."

Her words send another jolt of arousal through me. Octavia's breath hitches, her hand on my cock speeding up slightly in response.

I feel myself getting close to the edge, the coil of pleasure in my core winding tighter and tighter. Octavia seems to sense it, too, as her strokes become more purposeful. Her thumb swipes over the sensitive head of my cock on each upstroke, spreading the precum that's steadily leaking from the tip.

She whispers into my ear, "That's it, cum for mommy."

Her nipple falls out of my mouth, and I groan loudly.

Suddenly, Octavia's eyes widen in panic. "Wait, not yet!" she exclaims.

In a flash, she pounces on me, her lithe body moving with otherworldly speed. Before I can react, her mouth engulfs my throbbing cock. The wet heat of her mouth is exquisite as she takes me deep, her tongue swirling around my shaft.

I cry out in ecstasy as my orgasm crashes over me. Rope after rope of hot cum shoots into Octavia's eager mouth. My fingers tangle in her silky white hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure wrack my body.

"I love you so much, Octavia!" I yell out, my voice hoarse with emotion as I continue to empty myself down her throat.

Octavia doesn't swallow immediately. Instead, she lets my softening cock slip from between her lips. Her cheeks are slightly puffed out, filled with my seed. As I watch in awe, she swirls her tongue, moving my cum around in her mouth. Her golden eyes lock onto mine, filled with mischief and hunger.

She opens her mouth to show me her prize. My cum sloshes around her tongue, and she makes eye contact with me. The sight is both erotic and slightly unsettling. My creamy essence coats her tongue, pooling in the hollows of her cheeks. It glistens in the dim light of the bedroom, pearlescent and thick.

There's an intensity in her golden gaze that sends a shiver down my spine. Her pupils are dilated, giving her an almost feral appearance. Yet beneath the wildness, I can see a depth of devotion that takes my breath away.

Her throat bobs as she gulps, not a drop escaping her lips. A look of utter satisfaction spreads across her face, like a cat that's just devoured a particularly tasty fish. Her chest puffs out slightly, preening under my gaze.

"I love you, Octavia," I say with utter reverence for the goddess in front of me.

I know it might be a little gross, but I'm just so overwhelmed with my love I go in and kiss her. Our lips meet in a passionate embrace. All I care about is being close to her, showing her how much she means to me. My hands cup her face as I pour all my emotions into the kiss.

"I love you, Octavia."

When we finally break apart, both breathless, Octavia's eyes are shining with unshed tears. "I love you too, Elwin," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "More than you could possibly imagine."

She pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. For the first time since hearing about Rowena's death, a sense of peace settles over me.