Calmer than Atlantic

Ares radiates over the human girl as she slowly took bites from her meal. She ordered three dishes only— ones that she had not tried in her life. Cataleia would glance at the male and she would witness how graceful he was in eating his own meals. One might even say he was raised in a castle.

All that nobles ate that way— at least that’s what she had observed. The human girl thought she was staring too much and focused her eyes on her meal as her face turned embarrassed. By the time twenty minutes was over, Ares was finished with his food, but the woman hasn’t. To think that the male ordered five dishes and ate them slowly like a princess— but finished first. That thought somehow made her shy of her performance.

She accelerated, but Ares told her to eat slowly.

“Shall we order more?” he asked as he wiped the stain off his rosy lips. She peeked for a little bit and meekly shook her head.

“There’s no need, m’lord. I dont think my small stomach can handle them. If I had your appetite, I