Michael & Maleva

Chapter 10: Michael & Maleva

Still behind him, the young and busty woman gave him a reach around. 

A reach around during that horrible and critical time? This didn't feel like something she should be doing right now. As she stood right behind him her soft chest comfortably rubbed against his back. 

He could feel her nipples on his back. They were poking him. It was pleasant. It was quite pleasant, but this wasn't the time to do something like this. There was a werewolf standing right in front of them. Menacing their lives. Naturally, she wasn't only rubbing her tits in his back, she also had her right arm around him and she was reaching for his crotch. 

Right about now, she was desperately attempting to pull his big strong man's dick out of his pants. She had to. 

"Mal, do you really think this is the right time to get kinky like that?" Michael finally confronted her and for a good reason. 

"Do you trust me?" She whispered in his neck.

"Well apparently you have been a wolf your entire life and you never told me anything about that, so…" 

"Ah… Good point… But can you just trust me now?" 

"I cannot wait to acquire that Moonlit Sin!" the werewolf covered in leaves slowly stepped closer toward them. It was almost there. It was almost onto them. 

He sighed.

"I guess I don't really have any other choice…" 

"Good," Maleva nodded.

"What's your plan though? I truly hope it has nothing to do with you touching my crotch or something…" The hunter couldn't stop blushing. His face had gone all red. He had absolutely no idea what she was trying to accomplish right about now. 

"What? No. This is not what you think…"

Sure enough, this was what he thought it was… 

Maleva wasn't reaching for his crotch—not really anyway, she had only slid the palm of her right hand over his crotch. Touching it a bit. Accidentally teasing and arousing him. No. What she was truly doing was that she reached for his hand.

"Huh?" There was a slight disappointment in his voice. 

After reaching for his right hand, she opened it to give something to him. Something that she had been keeping in her left hand this entire time: It was a dagger. However it wasn't any dagger, it was one that was completely different from all the other ones he saw her use before. 

This one was straight but had a sharp curve at the end of it. Almost like a scimitar, but it was a short blade, it was still a dagger. And there was something else that was definitely interesting—this blade was not of the same color as all the other weapons she used before. This one was silver. A pure metallic silver that shone brightly in the dark, even if the only thing that cast any light here in the shadowy woods was the moon itself. The handle of the weapon was of a crimson and leathery red color. 

"What is this?" The scared man swallowed the saliva he had accumulated in his mouth. 

"It's a dagger. What does it look like, hmm?" 

"Yeah I know that but it's different… It's silver." 

"Take it."

"Why me? I've never used swords and daggers before. I'm not like you," he argued with her.

"Michael.. There's a reason why I haven't used this particular blade against the wolves and this ass-hole before. I am not supposed to use this weapon. I'm not even supposed to be holding it or be in its presence… Ahn…" Speaking appeared to be hurting her a lot. She gritted her teeth and desperately attempted to keep it together. What was happening to her?

"Are you hurt? What's going on?" 

"I just told you: I'm not supposed to be holding this cursed thing. Take it! Take it from me!"

"Why?"

"Because it's made of pure silver and I'm a monster! I'm one of them! Take it! It shouldn't hurt you as bad as me since you're not pure blood!" 

Michael finally agreed to take it from her.

Schlink! 

The dagger made a certain sharp noise as he took it. 

So, is she saying that this is a good thing that I am not pure blood? I don't know what to think anymore… Michael admitted to himself. 

"Ohh…" Finally some relief for Maleva.

"What now?"

"Use it…" 

"As if I'll allow you to do anything as such!" Then, before they knew it, the beast ultimately leaped into the air and launched its final attack on them. As it was mentioned before by it, the first one to go was definitely going to be him. As soon as he's down, the beast would then be able to capture Maleva, also known as one of the Moonlit Sins. 

"Michael!" 

Holding the silver dagger for so long had her fall to her knees. She was defeated. She couldn't do anything more to help her childhood friend. The beast was coming! It pulled its right arm back and prepared to slash his throat with its claws. 

I am going to die… I am definitely going to die today… This terrible, but realistic thought kept coming back to him over and over again. 

Right before the werewolf covered in dead leaves could finally reach his position and slash his throat, he quickly moved his head back and took one final look at her… At Maleva…

Her eyes closed. 

She was barely breathing anymore.

Michael bit his lower lip and turned his gaze back to the beast leaping toward him. 

Then…

In a heartbeat… 

Michael's facial expression switched from terrorized, to confident and determined. More determined than he ever was before in his life. 

He swallowed the saliva that he had accumulated in his mouth again and finally held the silver dagger with both of his hands. 

He raised the blade up!

Michael intended to slay the beast.

He pushed the dagger forward in the air and aimed for the beast's heart! 

Now with the werewolf leaping in the air right above him, he never waited a moment longer and stabbed it as soon as possible! 

However, who was going to complete the attack first? Him or it? 

Only time was going to tell… 

One second…

Another…

Slash! 

Something happened!

Red blood was drawn. 

What happened? There was so much chaos. 

Michael's vision blurred again for a second. He had to close his eyes, diving into pure darkness before being able to re-open them again.

And when he did, he soon realized that the first one between the two to have completed their attack was the beast. It got him. He didn't.

The beast slashed his throat.

His throat was cut open. 

It was too late. 

Michael wasn't fast enough, yet, he was not going to let this 'little' problem change everything now. The beast slashing his throat was the perfect distraction he needed. Michael stood still and aimed the blade at its heart once more.

Pook! 

He stabbed it!

Michael stabbed it right into the heart!

The werewolf covered in leaves roared in pain! 

Then, everyone came down to the ground. 

Crashing. 

It was over. 

Both of them were going to die tonight.

Including Michael.

Too bad for him he had such a short life. 

At least he fell right next to Maleva and her big and perfectly soft breasts. His face accidentally fell right between them. The perfect place to die. 

"Thank you for everything, Mal…" He whispered right before he shut his eyes.