Of late, the Firekeeper had grown weaker and weaker to the flame. The flame that enshrouded the coiled sword still bent at her whims, but that was not the flame that plagued her. It was the flame in the pit of her stomach, the flame that was stoked every day. And the bellows was the Ashen One.
"Look at me."
A familiar voice breaks her out of her reverie, and she becomes aware of her back pressed against the wall, of the hands on her hips and back of her head. She cannot see him, but she can sense him, his face close to hers, the loving desire in his eyes. His breath hits her lips, and she can smell the pleasant scent of smoke that shadows all Unkindled.
He kisses her neck, the her jaw, then her ear, whispering as he does so.
"I...Love...You." He pulls back to stare at her, drinking in every pore, every hair, every part of her gorgeous form. He puts his head to hers, his forehead pressing against the cool metal of her visor.
The Firekeeper shivers at each touch, bolts of pure ecstacy shooting up her spine as if he has the lips of Aphrodite herself.
"Aaah-shen one..." She pants, a moan of unimaginable pleasure inturruping her own speech. Her arms cling to him, and she writhes to get closer to him, throwing away her trademark humility to get closer to her champion of ash.
Firekeepers were told their whole lives that they belong to a cause; the most noble cause of protecting the flame, and serving those who would link it. They are raised to forgo any desire they may have, to resign themselves to watching Firelink Shrine for all their days. She had done so dutifully.
Until he appeared. At their first meeting, he was the same as any other, full of questions and wonder. While most who returned to the shrine were desolate and traumatized from death or horror, he returned laden with souls. She prepared to channel them for him, but instead he had walked straight past her to the shrine handmaid.
He had returned moments later, his arms carrying dozens of moss clumps. He set to laying them across the steps facing the fire, propping up a sheild so that she may recline. Once finished, he took her hand gently to lead her to the shrine. His hand was bare, calloused and powerful, yet so gentle. Guiding her to her new seat, he had bowed and left the shrine, leaving her clutching her hand to her chest in shock.
That had been the spark that soon grew to a raging inferno. Every time she heard the telltale steps of the leggings only he wore, the flame would grow hotter. Every kiss he placed upon her lips would stoke it so much she fears she will be lit aflame. For the first time in her life, she wants something, and it is the most powerful want that any person could have.
He slides a knee between her legs, Happiness exploding within him when he sees the ecstasy it brings her. He could live happily laying in a single spot, so long as he could see her face light up with joy. He needs no happiness, for the mere sight of her smiling face brings a smile to his.
Their lips crash together once again, each of them desperately pleading to any god that may hear; 'let me get closer.'
He wants to be in her, in a sense both carnal and spiritual.
He runs his thumb over her chin, twisting his hand and running his long finger down her neck, over her breasts, finally resting on her stomach. He kneads her stomach, each movement sending jolts of pleasure to the shrine that lies behind it.
"Ashen One!" A voice drifts up from the shrine, the noise encroaching upon the peace of their sanctuary next to the tree of giants. They stare at each other, fighting to reign in their emotions.
The Ashen One whispers in her ear, placing his head upon her chest to savor the sound of her heartbeat. Reluctantly pulling away, he heads to investigate what he is needed for.
The Fire Keeper stands there, her long white hair and silk robes billowing in the evening wind. She clutches her hands to her chest, reciting the words that were whispered to her.
"An age of dark, to stay with you."
T.B.C