As a searing, agonizing flame—the bitter crown of his countless defeats—raged within his chest, tearing him apart from the inside, Sunny felt a soft yet resolute pressure suddenly claim his lips.
A sweet, soothing balm.
His pitch-black eyes widened, taking in the sight of Saint cradling his face in her hands. Her touch was incredibly soft, her delicate fingers caressing his cheeks as she kissed him with overwhelming passion. Her beautiful eyes were closed tightly, as if choosing to capture this moment not through the windows of the soul, but directly with her heart. The firm peaks of her bare, heavy breasts brushed against his chest, rising and falling to the desperate rhythm of her tongue dancing with his.
Sunny was utterly speechless. Or rather, he had a myriad words trapped in his throat, but the sheer passion with which she sealed her soft lips over his—the vigor of her kiss as she held his face completely captive—didn't allow him a single breath to speak them.
Then, without warning, and with the same sudden fervor with which it had begun, their lips parted with a soft, wet smack that echoed through the quiet room.
Amidst the shadows, their eyes locked.
Sunny stared at Saint, studying her face, entirely unable to blink. Saint held his gaze, her ruby eyes incredibly sweet and overflowing with raw desire.
Like a distant echo, a faint thread of a voice finally slipped past his lips. "Sa— mmh!"
Before Sunny could even formulate a single thought, she devoured his lips once more, kissing him with a fierce, renewed blend of passion and deep affection.
When their mouths parted again, a silver thread of saliva connected their lips for a brief, heavy second before dissolving into the air. A second soft smack echoed through the darkness.
His heart hammering wildly in his chest from the emotional whiplash—and perhaps a bit from the lack of oxygen—Sunny stared up at Saint, this time with a hint of bewildered questioning in his eyes. Their bare bodies were pressed even closer now. The intense heat of the moment sent blood rushing right back southward. Shivering from the stark contrast of a cold draft sweeping through the room and the burning friction of their skin, their lower halves found themselves fully awakened once more, pulsing with eager desire.
Sunny parted his lips, attempting to speak again. "Sa— mh!"
Once again, his freedom of speech was utterly revoked.
This time, Saint practically threw herself into his arms. The sudden weight forced Sunny's back flat against the mattress. A firm, incredibly pleasant pressure enveloped his entire body. He could feel every inch of Saint's soft, clay-like body grinding intimately against his with absolute devotion.
Their mouths remained locked, blindly tasting each other. Her soft, heavy breasts were flattened completely against his lean chest. Their bare stomachs pressed flush together, trapping his rapidly hardening erection between them. It twitched from the friction as his base rubbed tantalizingly against the slick lips of her vulva, their thighs tangling and grinding in a messy, desperate rhythm. Acting on pure instinct, Sunny's hands moved up, his fingers digging into the plush softness of her breasts that were plastered against him, his thumbs intuitively finding and teasing her hardened nipples.
A third parting kiss. A third meeting of eyes. At that exact moment, Sunny understood that words were strictly forbidden. Only action mattered now.
Looking up at her, he finally realized just how fiercely she was holding him, and the agonizing, desperate affection fueling her kisses. Saint wanted him. Sunny wanted her, too. But above all else, she knew how desperately he needed this.
To be able to forget.
To finally forget her.
To forget Nephis.
And so, abandoning every lingering regret, tearing down every last restriction and psychological barrier, he gave in.
'Goodbye, Nephis.'
A single tear fell, solitary and painful, tracing down his cheek before landing in a cold, dark sea where so many others had already drowned. Sunny was finally ready to let go.
A new flame—fiercer and more scorching than before—ignited within his chest, filling him with a newfound vitality that craved nothing more than to consume and be consumed. Slowly pushing himself up, Sunny gripped gently Saint by the hips. With as much tenderness as the heat of the moment allowed, he gently guided her back onto the bed. She offered no resistance, willingly letting him seek his comfort within her embrace.
The roles had reversed once more.
Sunny took a fleeting breath, pausing just to admire Saint's completely bare form. She was a magnificent, flawless marble sculpture, the magnum opus of a master of darkness. The lost statue of a peerless goddess.
Her skin, as starkly white as fresh snow, was slender and delicate like pure alabaster, yet finely athletic and subtly muscled. Her eyes—two blazing ruby flames—stood out strikingly against the soft, delicate features of her face. Her long hair, mirroring the pristine hue of her skin, cascaded smoothly backward. Her lips were plump and exquisite, still glistening with his taste. Her torso was impossibly smooth and yielding, leading up to her full, heavy breasts, crowned by two taut, flushed peaks. Soft and swollen, they looked like ripe, luscious fruit. Her thick, divine thighs were pressed nervously together. Between them, her bare, immaculate sex glistened, dripping with a nectar that seemed to silently call his name. A faint, rosy flush stained her cheeks, her shoulders, her stomach, and finally, the joints of her knees.
Faced with the sight of such pristine perfection, Sunny swallowed hard. His length twitched vigorously with desperate need. Hovering just above her, his legs bracketing her own, the weeping crown of his shaft was already brushing agonizingly close to her swollen lips, kissing her entrance with every pulse of his heartbeat.
Saint shifted upward, just enough to rest her back against the headboard and free her legs from beneath his. Reaching down toward her glistening entrance, she spread her thighs wide. With delicate fingers, she parted her soft petals, laying herself completely bare and showing him her slick, inviting vagina in all its breathtaking glory. A single pearl of her arousal dripped downward, staining the sheets below.
Sunny's breathing grew incredibly heavy, his heartbeat accelerating into an uncontrollable frenzy. In tandem, Saint panted softly, faint puffs of heat escaping her parted lips like mist. Both of them were pulsing painfully, agonizing over every passing second that delayed their final union.
Using his left hand, Sunny gripped the crook of Saint's right knee, gently lifting her thick thigh and draping it over his left shoulder. With his right hand, he guided his aching, trembling shaft, positioning the blunt tip right at her slick entrance.
Sunny dragged his crown along her wet slit once to test the waters. A delicate, breathtaking sensation—like warm, wet velvet—caressed his highly sensitive skin.
"Ngh!" Saint hissed, her voice tight with desperate longing. The anticipation was becoming far worse than any physical torture she had ever endured.
Sunny slid his length over her a second time, a profound shockwave of electricity shooting up his spine and flooding his mind with white-hot pleasure.
"Haa!" Saint gasped louder, biting her lower lip as her walls wept copiously, soaking them both with her slick arousal.
Finally, on the third pass, Sunny tightened his grip on his rigid shaft and pushed forward. The tips of her pale fingers brushed against his hips. Slowly, flexing his core, his crown breached her entrance, immediately embraced by her soft, yielding flesh. And this time, he didn't stop.
Saint stared up at Sunny, the ruby flames in her eyes trembling sweetly with the overwhelming emotion of the moment. Sunny had to close his eyes and tightly grit his teeth. Agonizingly slowly, he began to sink into her tight passage. He met the slight resistance of her hymen, breaking past it with gentle ease as his fully erect length steadily buried itself deep inside her.
With every excruciating, endless inch he claimed, Sunny felt himself being squeezed and warmly enveloped in what felt like molten, liquid silk. Saint gritted her teeth, her internal walls naturally clamping down on him, increasing her heavenly grip and sending relentless shocks of blinding pleasure shooting up to the base of his neck. He felt his very core burning with sheer passion.
Finally, as his blunt tip bottomed out against the deepest wall of her womb, his advance came to a halt. A faint drop of crimson mingled with her arousal at their junction.
Sunny and Saint were, at long last, truly one.
"Ngh!"
He let out a sharp, breathless hiss of pain. She was impossibly tight, locking him in a firm, searingly hot grip that felt as soft as velvet.
Jaw tightly clenched, Sunny slowly opened his eyes. He saw that Saint had brought a delicate hand to her mouth to stifle a similar gasp. Her ruby eyes glistened, pooling with wet tears that mixed the water of raw emotion with the sting of physical pain.
The pain was sharp, yet it was beautiful. Because to feel pain meant to be alive. And in this fleeting moment, the two of them were more intensely alive than they had ever been.
Sunny pulled Saint fiercely into his arms, enveloping her in warmth. She reciprocated, wrapping her arms sweetly around his shoulders.
"You can move now," Saint whispered in one breathless exhale.
Sunny brought a hand to her right cheek, gently stroking the smooth marble with his thumb, while his other arm anchored her firmly by the small of her back. With the blood boiling fiercely within his rigid shaft, he began to move. Slowly. Deliberately.
"Ah!"
A high, melodic sound, like the chiming of a delicate silver bell, escaped her lips.
"Ah... Ah! Aah!"
Saint began to moan sweetly into the darkness, while Sunny rocked his hips in a rhythmic, steadily building crescendo. With every agonizingly slow thrust, her tight walls massaged his searing erection. Their joined bodies trembled, overflowing with sensation. The slick, hot nectar weeping from her vulva thoroughly coated his driving length.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
The springs of the bed protested loudly. Sunny threw his head back with a guttural groan, feeling his mind go completely blank as he surrendered to the blinding pleasure. The darkness hid them from the rest of the world; only the mild, indifferent shadows bore witness to their union.
"Aah! Aah!"
Saint's moans pitched higher and sharper. She arched her back, burying her face into his shoulder, her hot breath ghosting over his ear as she clung to him desperately. Fueled by a renewed, primal vigor, Sunny increased the brutal pace of his thrusts.
Her body was burning hot, her heavy, soft breasts pressing flush against his chest, torturing him with their friction. Her slick interior welcomed him, wrapping his rigid length in an idyllic, suffocating vice. Sunny felt her nails dig deep into his back, scratching him in pure ecstasy—the superficial wounds healing almost instantly thanks to [Flesh Weave].
Sunny felt the sting, but it didn't hurt. Instead, the sharp scratching sent hot electric shocks racing through his veins. Matched only by his ragged, heat-heavy breaths, the sensation drove him to thrust even harder. He squeezed his eyes shut, grounding himself in the softness of her skin and the weight of her full breasts crushed against his chest. The overwhelming sweetness of her embrace was rivaled only by the scorching heat of her tight sheath squeezing his twitching cock deep inside her.
"Aah! Mmh!"
Suddenly, Sunny smothered Saint's loud moans by tilting her graceful chin upward and capturing her plump lips with his own. Their tongues danced wildly, their mouths fused together as if terrified to let go.
"Mmh! Mmh! Mh!"
Creak! Creak!
The pitch-black room was filled only by the violent rocking of the bed frame and her muffled, uncontrollable whimpers. The wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh meeting soft clay served as the background score for two lovers entirely consumed by a fiery passion of their own making.
"Saint, I'm coming," Sunny growled a few moments later, feeling his consciousness entirely white out as a devastating tidal wave of pleasure flooded his length, still hopelessly trapped within her walls.
"Aah! My Lord, cum! Ah!" Saint cried out between desperate gasps. "Cum inside me!"
Creak! Creak! Creak!
A final, desperate crescendo violently shook the bed. Sunny doubled the brutal pace of his hips, the wet friction turning into a frantic, echoing clapping. Their legs turned to jelly. Viscous, transparent fluids wept abundantly from her vulva, soaking the sheets beneath them every time his length pulled almost entirely out, only to plunge deep back inside and surrender completely to the ecstasy.
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
"I'm coming!" he roared blindly.
"Me too!" she cried out just as loudly, her arms locking around him in an iron grip.
With one final, devastating thrust, Sunny buried his trembling, rigid shaft to the absolute hilt inside her. A thick, scalding wave of white fluid shot through his erection and erupted from his tip, flooding her deepest depths and filling her womb entirely. Saint's body violently convulsed, a shattering shockwave originating just below her navel and rocketing straight up her spine.
For a singular, breathless second, both of their hearts skipped a beat.
"Hah... Hah..."
In the immediate aftermath, Sunny and Saint took a long, ragged moment just to catch their breath, their bodies remaining intimately joined below. Their trembling legs were splayed messily across the damp sheets, while their arms continued to hold one another in a fierce, possessive embrace. Their gazes were locked.
Sunny looked at Saint with sheer gratitude and boundless affection. Saint stared back at Sunny, her scarlet eyes perfectly reflecting those exact same, profound emotions.
They kissed, deeply and passionately. Loud, wet, breathless kisses echoed through the dark stillness of the room. Sunny closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her plump lips and losing himself in the slow waltz of their tongues.
After a long while, their mouths parted with a soft smack, their eyes locking together once again.
Saint finally pushed herself up, sliding his length out of her passage with a soft, squelching pop. As she did, a heavy rush of thick white fluid spilled out from her vagina. Turning her back to him, Saint pushed herself up onto her elbows and knees, raising her round hips invitingly into the air.
Looking over her shoulder, Saint cast him a sultry, inviting glance. Sunny swallowed hard. He felt his blood—enchanted by [Blood Weave]—surge powerfully back southward, engorging his member with a furious, renewed vigor.
Before his brain could even process a conscious thought, his hips drove forward. Sunny buried himself inside Saint once again, letting out a ragged sigh as he was re-embraced by her incredible tightness and scalding heat. She immediately resumed her sweet moans; from this angle, he could reach even deeper.
And so, they kept going. Deep in the heart of the dark room, hidden entirely from the world and a bleak, agonizing future, Sunny and Saint surrendered wholly to one another. They burned away every last ounce of bitterness and poison that had accumulated in their souls, banishing it forever to the past. Their hearts surged as one. Their souls and shadows intertwined, locked in a desperate, beautiful eulogy to life, and to death.
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