The Goddess' Champion

Constantine was back more rugged than ever.

She enjoyed his tales, the scars on his body told more than what his mouth could, but despite all this, he looked splendid and happy.

Constantine was awarded for his service... plentifully.

He'd be awarded a noble title by the King and Queen, a count... he'd be given a piece of land in the Kingdom from which he choose the land that covered his hometown. He'd be given Caroline's hand in matrimony whom he would marry once the two of them ended their period in the knight academy.

Nova... Isabella... they couldn't be any happier for him, but the distance between them was increasing, she stood there together with the King, Stella and Penelope in the promotion ceremony where Constantine and Caroline danced and smiled, they looked so beautiful together.

Nova knew who she was in reality... but Isabella felt so inferior.

Compared to Caroline the future Queen, Stella the current Queen, Penelope the Sword Saintess... who was she? a discarded noble. No one ever said anything disrespectful to her, she was treated with the utmost decoration, they knew very well what Constantine 'The Carnage's reverse scale was; his mother. Her thoughts and perceptions were her own, the very first thing Constantine did after being able to stand up from the hospital's bed, was to make love to her there and then.

Despite his efforts in trying to have her stay in the capital, Isabella stayed with him for several weeks before deciding to go back.

"I don't feel good here." She evaded his gaze, still pinned to the bed with her legs hugging him tightly, his loads still coming inside her womb.

The thing is... in the same room upstairs was Caroline, deeply asleep and filled to the brim, after finishing with the main wife Constantine had crawled through the night to his mother's bedroom, as usual.

"Why? is anyone treating you wrongly?" He asked, frowning and willing to break the arms of whoever did it.

"I don't like that I have to conceal what we are, even at 'home'..." She couldn't be openly romantic with him without getting weird gazes, perhaps in the town, everyone thought they were just too close but here they were looked at wrongly, it was as if people were ushering for her to separate from him, he was the capital's treasure, the nobles wanted their daughters to catch his eye and become concubines in the future since he'd be the King. But that wouldn't happen if he was by her side and Caroline's at every moment.

But here... they were being looked at wrongly... then there was the other group, the worse group.

'Isn't that Isabella Greenwood?!'

'The one that was exiled sixteen years ago!?"

'For the gods... is she Constantine's mother! w-wait... Lionheart, I see it now!'

Those were the ones she detested the most, whenever that gossip started, she'd run and Constantine would have to slap a few people, she didn't like it.

When Constantine was outside with Caroline, everyone smiled... when it was with her, everyone frowned. Even Penelope had free reign, they were Master and Student. So long as they didn't get too touchy, no one would say anything... that didn't seem to be a problem for the cold Penelope, she wasn't a 'dating' girl... she enjoyed fighting and sex... that was it.

Her only consolation was that Stella seemed to be in the same predicament, The Queen couldn't be seen walking around with her son-in-law when her daughter wasn't present. But even she could say that she was calling him to talk about her daughter, then screw her son in close quarters.

All the while she could only wait for Caroline to go to sleep before he crawled into her bed... it wasn't fair. The gazes of the people weren't something he could prevent... he couldn't just slap the entire capital's faces.

Now he was the Hero and huge expectations were already being placed on his shoulders.

"Constantine I have to go..." She said, once again evading his gaze.

"I don't want you to go." Her son kissed her neck, begging.

"If you love me... you have to let me go, please... I'm not happy here..."

"Then I will go with you for a few months." He insisted.

"You can't."

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" It was then that he raised up with headstart, angry, so angry... she's the one setting barriers, he couldn't understand why she cares so much about what other people say.

"..." She gasped, he had never screamed at her like that.

"Why do you care so much?!"

"Son, if you don't care then tell them... tell them that I'm your woman." She glared at him and he returned an equally intense gaze before, much to her panic, he began standing up!

!!!

"WAIT! W-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" She pulled his arm and threw him on the bed, once again he didn't know where the hell she was taking all this strength from.

"I'm telling Caroline, she already suspects anyway, then we can make the announcement." He prepared to head outside again but she locked him up between her legs, hugging him tightly, to get out of this deadlock, he'd have to injure her, something he'd never do.

"Are you out of your mind?! this could destroy the reputation of you two!" The outside struggle was nothing compared to the inner struggle, Isabella fought tooth and nail to be recognised, it was Nova who had to stop her.

"I don't understand you, you tell me to do it, but when I'm about to, you stop me... excuses, is that it? you don't want me? no, you found someone." His gaze turned poisonous, unhealthy.

That accusation was a fierce blow for either of them, so much so that Nova's tears squeezed out.

"No!! Y-You h-how can you- IT IS NOT FAIR FOR YOU TO SAY THIS TO ME! YOU HAVE THREE OTHER WOMEN WHO YOU CAN HAPPILY GO OUT WITH WHILE I STAY IN THE SHADOWS! YOU'RE NOT SUFFERING MORE THAN ME, CONSTANTINE!"

She felt like a lover when she should be the main wife, it was unfair. Why did she have to wait until Caroline was satisfied and only then would it be her turn? in truth Nova felt she was just being selfish. Penelope and Stella had already accepted their positions, but she was still reluctant.

"..." It was his time to get awed at her explosive reaction, he knew it was frustrating for her as well, but

"Okay, you can come with me for a few months, but you must understand... things have changed, son... you're a general now... you will be the king." Nova sighed, she didn't like this, fighting with him... but a part of her understood this was frustrating for them both, he had reached a point where he didn't care about anything, he'd discard his future for her, but she couldn't allow this... in this taboo relationship she had to be the voice of reason.

She held his head.

"YOU WILL BE THE KING."

"I don't want to be the king." He growled, it was mere casual, he loved the battlefield, he loved conquering, but he didn't like the responsibility that came along, the charades, the politics, the charades, the banquets, he hated them.

"But you want to marry Caroline."

"..." He couldn't deny that, he was in love with Caroline.

"And she wants to be the Queen."

"Yes..."

"Hence, you will be King, a very capable one... don't deprive this land of a great king... just for my sake."

"I hate that you underestimate yourself, always..." He hated it, she was not selfish she didn't ask for anything, there was so much he could give her but she never wanted anything, he hated it.

"I hate that you love me more than you should..."

His head sank in those breasts and he began to thrust in hard once again, each time harder than before, her moans increased as well trying to keep him at a bay, but she was unable to, he was determined to knock up her cervix each time.

"I don't know anything... I just know that I love you... I want to go in deeper..." He said, forsaking the sweat and struggles, all he wanted was to climax now.

"Hmn!~ m-must you find... the authentic me deep inside before you're content... the me that represents space." Nova said, at this stage, her frustrations were the greatest, so long ago she had recalled her real self, the Primordial Goddess of Space, perhaps those billion years of creating stars had been so meaningless compared to mere forty years of Isabella's life, that she had forgotten her true self.

But now she desired to be loved as such, an unfair reality, in this life she was not Nova, she was Isabella Greenwood.

"W-What do you mean?" His head raised in confusion, grunting and pistoning to oblivion.

"Ahn!~ j-just kiss me."

For that entire night, Isabella and Nova let go of their grievances and engaged in a reckless and passionate session; aware that no matter what in this mortal life, some thresholds shall never be trespassed.