PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

As part of her responsibilities, Revna also served as a liaison between Desmond and Garden; the amount of work on her shoulders was enormous. Even in her quietest moments, Revna stayed within Desmond’s shadow, waiting to be needed.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Revna’s lifestyle was unhealthy for her state of mind, but it was hard to convince her to change her habits. The best Desmond had done so far was to need Revna’s direct support so badly that she would have to spend more time out of the shadows.

With all of the above already mentioned, Revna’s existence was undoubtedly a boon to Desmond in more ways than one. Revna was by far the sharpest and quietest weapon in Desmond’s arsenal. Not to mention how useful she was in assisting with other more mundane tasks, the truth was that Desmond had become somewhat dependent on her.

Take today as an example. While Desmond and his family were having dinner with their guests, the Trevstone sisters, Revna was in Garden, receiving a report from Sara. As was routine, Revna would filter the information, reporting only those things that required her immediate attention to Desmond.

Long used to her work, Revna read through the documents in record time before commenting to Sara, who was watching from the sidelines. “I see. Everything seems in order, though Master will be quite interested in the information we got from Rundert’s office.”

“I could not agree more. I was already hoping our new canary would be of use to us, but I didn’t think it would be so soon, although, in hindsight, it makes a lot of sense; Rundert must be itching to take it out on someone.” Sara replied thoughtfully.

A hint of deep madness flashed through Revna’s eyes before fading away. Sara noticed but didn’t say anything; she knew her friend well and could empathize with her on this particular issue. Anyone who tries to hurt her Master must meet a horrible end.

“At the moment, stay alert, knowing Rundert he won’t be doing his own dirty work, and given his recent downfall, there aren’t many people he can turn to.” Revna commented as she prepared to head home to watch over her Master from the shadows.

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Being the sensible and intelligent woman she was, Sara nodded and began to run all kinds of information inside her head, trying to anticipate possible situations. “We have a list of people he could turn to; I’ll ensure all of them are under surveillance.”

Revna didn’t say anything, but the silence was her own approval; Sara knew, so she didn’t take her friend’s lack of words seriously. As she was preparing to move through the shadows, Revna remembered one last thing, something her Master had said to her when they were alone.

“Sarah.”

“Yes?”

“Master is very proud of you.”

Without waiting for Sara’s response, Revna dove into the shadows and moved with mind-boggling speed. Back in the room, Sara wore a dazed and happy expression; her little heart full of scars and insecurities felt rejuvenated and fulfilled.

On Revna’s side, she made a beeline for the Astryd residence, hoping her Master hadn’t needed her while she was unavailable. Such was Revna’s obsessed and twisted mindset; in this world, only her Master and Garden mattered. For Revna, being able to serve her Master was a blessing, a duty, and a pride.

Revna might be crazy, but her mindset was not built over nothing; the truth is that after the hell that she and the Garden girls went through, it was normal to feel indebted to her savior. Of course, Revna was in a different league; not even the most incompetent psychologist could diagnose her as a sane person.

Speaking of Revna’s twisted mindset, when she got home, there wasn’t much to look at anymore; it had gotten so late that everyone had gone to sleep; however, Revna wore an expression full of expectation.

As Revna expected, slipping through the shadows and into Desmond’s room, there was quite a sight to behold. If it wasn’t for her hiding in the shadows, Revna wouldn’t have been able to hide the look of jealousy and desire on her face as she watched Claire being devastated by Desmond.

Revna just wanted to be able to take Claire’s place right now, to be the one on all fours on the bed while Desmond rammed into her from behind, penetrating into the deepest parts of her being.

Every time Claire moaned, Revna’s desire grew more intense; she wanted to be the one to have her insides invaded by her Master’s manhood, to be filled and thrust mercilessly while her body writhed in pleasure.

Oddly, to Revna, who was watching the show, she was more focused on Claire than Desmond, perhaps because she was trying to imagine how she would feel in Claire’s place.

Unbeknownst to any two of the three people in the room, there was pretty precise coordination in the orgasm of all involved. Unable to contain herself, Revna had long since taken one of her hands to her private parts and had begun to rub herself excitedly. Watching Desmond pour everything he had into Claire, Revna couldn’t contain it anymore, and she came on top of herself.

As Claire and Desmond left to take a bath, Revna took advantage of the moment Estella entered the room to clean up her own mess. The exact motive was unknown, but Revna did, in fact, leave traces while she was hiding in the shadows, something Revna discovered in the past when she found some of her hair in a place where she had been hiding.

It seemed that as soon as something ceased to be part of her body, it stopped being hidden by the shadows that enveloped Revna. The exact mechanics were hard to determine, but all Revna cared about now was cleaning up the evidence of her misbehavior.

Revna was tempted to spy on Claire and Desmond in the bathroom, wondering if they would continue to make love, but even for her twisted mind, this seemed too much. In the end, Revna waited a couple of minutes until Desmond and Claire got out of the shower and went straight to bed.

Like a tireless watcher, Revna watched for almost half an hour until she was sure they were both asleep. At this moment, the mischievous Revna that Desmond was so worried about came to light.

It wasn’t as if Revna had voices in her head suggesting she do all kinds of crazy things, but when she believed no one could see her or discover her, Revna found it difficult to contain her deepest desires.

In this case, where Revna witnessed Desmond and Claire’s lovemaking session just a few minutes ago, one could imagine that Revna’s hormones and urges were pretty much focused in one particular direction.

At first, like a predator trying to test the waters, Revna tentatively stepped out of her shadow, making sure to remain absolutely silent. Showing an almost feline grace, Revna moved stealthily without creating a single sound.

Knowing exactly how terrifying her Master’s senses and instincts were, Revna moved as slowly and silently as physically possible, covering ten feet in a couple of minutes.

It should be noted that Revna had a talent for creepiness. Without a doubt, if Claire woke up at this point, she would probably have a heart attack at the sight of the ominous, glowing-eyed figure staring obsessively in her direction.

Here came the part where Revna used to have the most trouble; it was essentially a point of no return situation. Revna knew how absurd Desmond’s senses were; if she got closer or did anything else, there was a high chance that Desmond would catch her. On the other hand, she just couldn’t back down now.

Like a gambling addict who doesn’t know when to back off, Revna took a deep breath to steel herself, and with well-calculated moves, she raised one knee onto the bed. Gently swinging her other leg over Desmond’s, Revna found herself straddling Desmond’s waist.

At this point, Revna was no longer able to control her breathing. Revna had her full attention on the man below her as her mind wandered to the memories she had of seeing Claire ride Desmond the same way she did now.

The mere memory was enough to turn Revna completely on, her underwear was already soaking wet as her flushed face, and haunting blue eyes stared directly into Desmond’s face.

Revna could only hear her own heartbeat mixed with the muffled moans escaping her lips; at least, that was the case until a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Are you having fun?”