Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess - Chapter 339: I’m in a cave with her?

Lumiere & Lucretia Arc

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(POV: Lumiere)

It was already well into the night now.

The skies felt serene.

I soared through the heavens with Lucretia cradled in my arms.

The biting chill of the icy winds urged me to find shelter. I didn’t want to suffer her delicate form. The current weather conditions were harsh, so time was of the essence.

I spotted a small, secluded cave nestled within the towering cliffs. With a careful descent, I landed gently on the frigid ground, ensuring Lucretia’s safety before setting her down against the cave wall.

Stepping away, I surveyed the dark surroundings.

It’d be too dark for Lucretia to see, when she woke up and also a little too cold as well…

Concerned for Lucretia’s comfort when she woke up, I used my [Plant Magic]. I shaped sturdy wooden masses that looked similar to wooden branches, but thicker and shorter.

“This should be enough.”

Snapping my fingers, a spark danced upon my skin, igniting the carefully arranged wood. A fire came to life and it cast a warm glow that engulfed the cave, providing a much-needed source of heat to combat the chills from the outside.

Settling upon the cold ground, I closed my eyes, my mind drifting into a state of calm meditation. The moments stretched into eternity as I awaited Lucretia’s awakening.

I didn’t know why, but I was eager to see her awake…

I was eager for her to know I was the one who saved her…

“Honestly, what’s wrong with you Lumiere.” My voice was strained and partly hoarse.

Suddenly, the silence shattered as a piercing scream ripped through the stillness.

“KYAAAAA!!!”

Startled, I cracked open my eyes, my gaze locking onto Lucretia’s figure.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a slightly loud voice.

Panic etched across her face as she hurriedly admonished me. “Don’t look at me! I’m indecent!”

It was then I realized, or no, rather it was then I remembered Lucretia was naked.

Startled by my instinctive nature to protect, I quickly apologized for my breach of etiquette. “Oh, uh, sorry about that,” I pleaded, realizing the urgency with which she sought to reclaim her modesty. “Allow me to rectify the situation at once.” Without hesitation, I shed my own garment, a black and gold tunic, and tossed it to her awaiting hands.

“Oh?” she uttered, maybe she was surprised.

I was currently looking away. “You can wear that,” I told her.

However, I was now shirtless.

“You’re sure?” she asked me.

I sighed. “If I wasn’t, then I wouldn’t have given it to you…”

“Well, um, okay then,” her voice became slightly lower in audibility.

All she could’ve said was at least a “thank you”. Jeez.

She quickly donned the tunic.

A satisfied sigh left her mouth as she snuggled up in the loose fabric that covered her upper body, although her enticing thighs remained tantalizingly exposed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I finally asked her.

“Uh well…”

Lucretia admitted to minor scratches tracing across her chest, back, and lap.

“If you’d like, I could heal them for you,” I calmly told her.

I approached her cautiously. “Lucretia, would you like to sit or lay down?” I asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

She nodded and gracefully settled on the ground, crossing her legs in front of her.

“I’ll start by healing your back, and then your lap,” I informed her, my voice soothing. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but she nodded once again. With her permission granted, I lifted the hem of her tunic, revealing the slightly deep scratch that marred her smooth skin.

Her skin…

It was the first time I was seeing it up close. It looked so smooth, spotless, it looked like it was made of butter. But it made sense, with her innovative mind, she could’ve created face masks, scrubs, moisturizer and so many more things.

And her lower back…

It was undeniably sexy, with its alluring curves and smooth skin. It gave me just a slight view of her buttocks region, but still, it gave me an idea of how her ass felt for some reason. The way her soft meat pressed against the ground, and how it accentuated her shapely waist was a tad distracting.

“Could you adjust your hair, please?” I requested, my gaze locked on the wound.

Lucretia complied, her long brown locks cascading forward, shielding her face.

As I prepared to touch her back, a small noise escaped her lips, barely audible.

“Hnnnn~” .

I pretended not to notice her unease and gently traced my fingers along the surface surrounding the wound.

“Ahnnnn~~”

Suddenly, a soft moan escaped her, and she instinctively covered her mouth with both hands, a look of panic in her eyes.

“Are you alright?” I asked, concern lining my voice.

She nodded, but her request came out as a muffled plea.

“Please… stop touching me like that,” she whispered, her voice quivering.

Confusion washed over me. “What’s wrong?” I inquired, my brow furrowing with worry. And then, she confessed, her voice barely above a breath. “The way you’re touching me… it’s turning me on.”

My hands stilled, realization hitting me like a tidal wave. I was oblivious to the effect my gentle strokes on her smooth, soft back was having on her. “I’m apologize,” I told her sincerely.

Lucretia nodded, her expression gentle. “It’s alright. Just… please continue with the healing.”

Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I focused my energy and summoned [Water Magic]. A deep blue light emanated from my hands as I placed them over her wound. The healing energy flowed from me, wrapping around her, and gradually the small wound closed, leaving only smooth skin behind.

I finished attending to her back, the healing energy seeping into her skin, mending the scratch that had marred her flawless complexion.

“I’m done,” I informed her,satisfied.

“Oh,” she murmured in surprise, glancing over her shoulder to inspect the area that I had just healed. “I didn’t even notice.”

I remained silent for a moment, my eyes fixated on the back of her slender neck. It was then that an unexpected question slipped past my lips. A question I didn’t think I’d just randomly ask her. “Your hair… you didn’t braid it today, why’s that?” I asked, my tone unintentionally revealing my curiosity.

“Huh?” she responded, clearly taken aback by my sudden inquiry.

Screw up, I knew it…

I stumbled over my words, trying to backtrack. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… your hair, it looks… different.” I paused, unsure of how to continue.

Lucretia’s voice cut through the silence, surprising me once again. “I did braid it, actually,” she revealed. “But I made it a little looser than Simone usually does. I suppose when the monster attacked, it must’ve gotten undone.”

“I see,” I replied. “Well, to be honest, your hair looks even better when it’s braided.”

I couldn’t see her reaction, but her silence spoke volumes.

She finally spoke, gratitude lacing her words. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

I shifted my focus, realizing there was more healing to be done. “If you could face me, Lucretia,” I gently requested. She nodded, complying with my request. As she turned, she crossed her legs, making sure to close the spaces between them, ensuring that I wouldn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her intimate areas. Her hands clutched the edge of the tunic, carefully arranging it to maintain her modesty.

“I better not catch you looking down,” she warned playfully, a mischievous smile curling her lips.

“I assure you, I wouldn’t dare,” I replied sincerely, smiling just a bit.

She chuckled, the sound like music to my ears.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” she teased.

I carefully examined her lap and confirmed with her, “This is the next wound, correct?”

Lucretia nodded silently, her gaze averted and avoiding my eyes completely.

I hesitated, feeling unsure about how she would feel if I touched such an intimate area. “I’m not sure if… if you’d mind,” I stammered, my voice uncertain.

Her eyes darted to the side, a light blush coloring her cheeks. “I… I don’t mind,” she whispered softly.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on her lap, gently touching the wound. Immediately, an unexpected moan escaped from Lucretia’s lips, and my face contorted in surprise. I squeezed my face like someone who just licked a sour candy and glanced at her.

She glanced back at me, understanding reflecting in her gaze.

“It’s… the way you touched me,” she explained, embarrassed. “I… I told you not to do it like that.”

Her face looked like a troublemaker… And I meant that sexually.

Feeling a mix of discomfort and frustration, I sighed and muttered, “Alright, fine.” Gathering myself, I tried again, this time touching her lap more delicately as I began the healing process.

Lucretia squeezed one eye shut and stifled her moans, but I could tell she was still in discomfort. I hastened my movements, attempting to speed up the healing, but it only seemed to make her moan even more.

I froze, looking at her in disbelief. “Again?” I asked incredulously.

She turned a deep shade of red and quickly retorted, “It’s your fault!”

Letting out a weary sigh, I relented, “Fine, fine. I’m done now.” I glanced at her chest, noting that the next area in need of healing was around her shoulder. I began to ask for clarification when my mouth dropped open in shock. Lucretia loosened her tunic, revealing her sternum and giving me glimpses of her breasts.

My eyes widened, my mind struggling to process the sight before me. I stammered, “I… is it… around your shoulder or…”

Her voice interrupted my faltering words. “Right here,” she said, her voice slightly shaky as she pointed to her exposed sternum.

Gulp.