Chapter 477 - : 477 : The Witch Who Was Held!

Chapter 477: Chapter : 477 : The Witch Who Was Held!

The black cloak swayed gently as the figure fully materialized in the sunlight. Aiden walked toward her without hesitation, his steps steady and purposeful, blue eyes locked onto the hooded form with a mixture of curiosity and deep, possessive hunger that had only grown stronger since their first meeting in the alley.

Aeloria remained on the ground a few yards away, one hand pressed to her broken ribs as she quietly channeled healing magic into herself. She watched the scene with quiet fascination, her green eyes sharp even under the bright daylight.

The cloaked woman slowly raised her hands. With trembling fingers, she pushed the hood back.

Long, flowing white hair spilled out like liquid moonlight, styled in two neat buns atop her head with the rest cascading down her back in to cloack in silky waves. Her straight white bangs fell completely over her eyes, hiding them entirely. Delicate features, full pink lips, and porcelain-smooth skin were revealed under the bright sunlight. She wore a striking outfit beneath the cloak — a tight white top that strained obscenely against her massive, heavy breasts, paired with a glossy black harness that wrapped around her chest and emphasized their size and softness. A black cape with gold trim draped over her shoulders, and a tight, glossy black skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs. Black belts and straps cinched her waist, highlighting her exaggerated hourglass figure. Even in daylight, her body looked dangerously seductive — the kind of curves that made it impossible not to stare.

It was Elysara — the Witch of Death.

Her breath caught sharply when she saw Aiden walking straight toward her.

*He’s... alive. He’s really alive.*

Aiden stopped right in front of her. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, without a word, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight, firm embrace.

Elysara let out a small, surprised yelp as her voluptuous body was suddenly pressed against his. Her massive breasts squished heavily against his chest. Her hands hovered awkwardly at her sides, not daring to touch him back.

*He’s hugging me. He’s actually hugging me. His arms are around me. His chest is pressed against my breasts. I can feel his warmth... his heartbeat... He’s touching me and he’s not dying. He’s really not dying.*

Her heart pounded violently. Memories crashed through her mind like a storm — every person she had ever loved or cared about, every accidental touch that had stolen their lives. Friends who had smiled one second and collapsed the next. Over a century of unbearable loneliness. Over a century of never being able to hold anyone without destroying them. Of always being feared, always being alone.

And now this man — this impossible man — was holding her like she was something precious instead of a monster.

Her hands trembled violently at her sides. She slowly raised them, fingers curling inward, terrified of what would happen if she touched him. *What if the curse still works? What if I kill him after all? What if this is just a cruel dream?*

Aiden’s arms tightened around her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, voice low and filled with quiet, unshakable conviction.

"I am not letting you go again... My beautiful Witch. It was love at first sight."

Elysara’s eyes trembled under her white bangs. Something deep inside her finally cracked.

Her hands moved on their own. They clutched at his back desperately, fingers digging into the fabric of his crimson uniform as if she was afraid he would vanish. She rubbed her palms against him, desperately feeling his warmth, his solid presence, anything to prove this was real. Hot tears welled up and spilled over before she could stop them.

A broken sob escaped her throat.

Then another.

And then she was crying hard — raw, shaking sobs that made her massive breasts heave against his chest. She buried her face against him, clinging tightly as tears soaked into his uniform. Over a century of suppressed grief, loneliness, and self-loathing poured out of her all at once.

Aiden’s expression softened completely. One of his hands moved up to gently rub her back in slow, soothing circles while the other stayed firmly around her waist, holding her close.

"I’m here," he murmured against her white hair. "I’m right here. You’re not alone anymore. I won’t let you feel that cold again. Never again."

Elysara sobbed harder, her fingers clutching his back tighter. Her whole body trembled against him under the bright morning sun.

A few yards away, Aeloria had finished healing her ribs. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, watching the emotional scene with a complicated expression. A small, almost fond smile tugged at her lips.

"...He’s really not dying," she muttered to herself. "What a guy..."

Back with the pair, Aiden and Elysara slowly pulled apart from the hug, though he kept his hands on her waist. Elysara’s face was streaked with tears, her white bangs slightly messy from crying. She reached up with shaking hands and cupped his cheeks, staring at him through her tears as if trying to memorize every detail of his face.

"I can feel your warmth..." she whispered, voice hoarse and broken. "You won’t die, right? Even if I touch you... you won’t die?"

Aiden shook his head firmly, his blue eyes steady and sincere.

"Nope. Never from you."

Elysara’s lips trembled. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I’m... I’m so scared..." she choked out. "So scared that I’ll lose you... and it will be me who did it. I’ve lost everyone. Everyone I’ve ever cared about... because of these cursed hands. I can’t... I can’t go through that again. Especially not with you. Not after you looked at me like I was still human."

Aiden felt a sharp pang in his chest. He could only imagine the hell she had lived through — the isolation, the accidental deaths, the crushing guilt that had eaten at her for over a century. The thought of this beautiful, broken woman carrying that kind of pain alone for so long made something fiercely protective and possessive rise inside him.

Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.

It was a deep, loving kiss — filled with quiet intensity. Elysara’s eyes widened beneath her bangs for a split second. Then she melted completely. A soft, relieved sound escaped her as she kissed him back, her hands clutching at his uniform and pulling him closer. A small, genuine smile formed on her full lips even as tears continued to fall.

For the first time in over a century, she allowed herself to feel something other than cold emptiness.

Aeloria had walked closer during the kiss. She stopped a few feet away, one hand still lightly pressed to her side.

"Okay... okay," she said with a teasing lilt. "I get it. Leave something for the bedroom, you two."

Elysara pulled back from the kiss, cheeks flushed, and tried to step away out of embarrassment. But Aiden’s hand shot out and caught her wrist. He pulled her right back into him and kissed her again — this time rougher, deeper, more possessive. Elysara moaned softly into his mouth, her resistance melting instantly as she clutched at his chest.

Aeloria raised an eyebrow, watching them with a mix of amusement and something warmer.

"Damn... he’s so possessive."

Before she could react further, Aiden reached out with his free hand, caught her by the wrist, and pulled her in as well. Aeloria yelped in surprise as he captured her lips in a sudden kiss. Her eyes widened. She tried to pull back, but his grip was firm.

"Hey—! What are you doing? I’m not—"

He kissed her again, silencing her. This time she didn’t pull away as quickly. A soft whimper escaped her as his tongue brushed against hers. Aiden’s hands slid down to squeeze both of their hips at the same time — firm, possessive, claiming.

He alternated between them for a long moment under the bright morning sun, kissing Elysara deeply, then turning to kiss Aeloria just as hungrily. Both women ended up pressed against him, breathing hard, faces flushed.

When he finally pulled back, his blue eyes were dark with intent as he looked at both of them.

"I want both of you," he said, voice low and unwavering. "And I don’t take no for an answer."

He pulled them both firmly against his chest, one arm around each woman. Making sure Aeloria and Elysara weren’t touching.

Aeloria’s stern expression cracked. She opened her mouth, trying to find words.

"But... you can’t just decide that for me..."

Aiden grinned, that familiar smug and dangerous smile returning.

"Then tell me you don’t want to."

Aeloria looked up at him. Her usual composed demeanor wavered. She opened her mouth... but no denial came out. Her green eyes flickered with conflict and reluctant attraction.

Aiden chuckled softly.

"As I thought."

Before either woman could respond, he pulled them both into a messy, heated three-way kiss. Lips met, tongues brushed, and hands roamed as the three of them stood together under the bright morning sunlight on the broken observation deck. Elysara’s tears had dried into something warmer, while Aeloria’s usual sharp edges softened under Aiden’s overwhelming possessiveness.

For Elysara, the cold that had lived in her chest for over a century finally began to thaw under the warmth of his embrace.

For Aiden, the woman who had once tried to kill him had become someone he refused to let go of.

And Aeloria... found herself being pulled into something far deeper than she had ever planned.

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END OF Chapter : 477 : THE WITCH WHO WAS HELD!

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