In through the Shadow, Out through the Sun
By SMYGO4EVA
The first glimpse into the void, and they already were at the point of no return.
Saya knew that much, and Archer was aware of that as well, though they chose to not speak of it. It was pointless to talk about it, as there was much to fight for.
The need to distance herself was understandable. Too many people took advantage of her, hurt her, and deceived her.
He too was cast out, hated, and executed by the very people he saved; his ideals couldn't save him, and neither should they.
Under the glimmering moonlight, taking shelter in the empty cabin of the deep woods, no one would touch them or interrupt them. They both sat upon the soft blankets, the scent of pine present.
It felt like home for the time being.
Saya turned her head to face Archer, and threaded her hand with his, softly, aching. He shifted and gazed over her face, her eyes focused and yet wanting. She continued to stare wordlessly, inching closer to the Counter Guardian.
She was a monster, and yet she was lovely. He wasn't one to talk, as many cursed him, calling him a monster for doing what he had to do. They were warriors trying to set things right, to fight another day, and keep innocent blood from being spilled.
They really were alike.
Archer reached out a hand and stroked his fingers into Saya's hair, gazing down on her, the quiet serenity of the cabin enough for them.
They were alike; that was the truth, and they both buckled under that.
Saya moved closer to Archer, saddling herself on his lap, and she pressed her lips against his. He was stunned momentarily, but he could only wrap his arms around her, gently, and then tightly. Her heart and body were fire at his touch, and he was the only one who could hold onto her and not burn.
She eased him down so that she would be on top of him, with his back to the floor, and she straddled herself over him, her legs spreading open. She reached out one of her hands and her fingers threaded through his silvery white hair.
Archer pulled Saya close to him, overwhelming arousal twisting inside him, and kissed her full on the lips, hot and wanting, craving for her. Saya in turn cupped his face with her hands, an ache forming between her legs.
Nothing else mattered except the two of them, in this moment. A strong lust overcame them, unfurling. Archer let one of his hands dip under Saya's skirt, and his fingers eased down her soaked panties.
She felt him underneath her, his cock prodding through his trousers. Saya broke the kiss, pulling down her panties, leg by leg, and tossed it to the side. With that, she settled back on top of Archer, and she squirmed as his hand moved to her leg, past her thigh, and his thumb brushed against her entrance.
"This is what you want?" he asked, catching his breath, and holding himself steady for her answer.
Saya blinked, and she smiled, nodding. "Yes, I do want this."
Archer smiled, all before he shifted himself so she could angle herself closer to his face.
Saya lowered herself on him, shivering at his heat. His hands moved up and down her legs, keeping her at ease before pressing his lips up against her inner thigh. His face was now at the apex of her thighs, her skirt lifting up on her hips, her entrance dripping wet, begging to be touched and fulfilled.
She let one of her hands threaded itself into his hair, while the other wandered to the front of his trousers, tucking in, and pulling out his hardened member. Her hand began to stroke him, and he grunted softly as she continued her ministrations.
His mouth pressed against her aching core , reveling in the warm, soft skin, his tongue flattening over the entrance. Saya stifled a moan, arching her back and her eyes fluttering shut. She made sure to keep her hand moving and stroking his pulsing cock, as he deserved the pleasure that he was giving her at the same time. She felt the vibrations of his muffled moans through her, all while his tongue lathed up her clit and then between her wet folds.
In spite of the cold night air, it was hot inside and out for them both. He gripped her hips, his tongue an insistent rhythm in her core . She moaned, high pitched, with one hand in his hair while the other sped up the pace on his quivering cock.
They moved in the quick, delicious rhythm, one that couldn't be broken, giving pleasure to each other. They became corrupted by the darkness of the world, so it was only fair they cherish every kiss and caress, engulfed by such lust.
Saya moved on top of Archer's face, a low, boiling release forming in her very core, quivering all over. Her hand kept pumping his cock, now slick with pre-cum, as he grunted and moaned with his tongue inside her core .
Heat grew within them both, and it kept growing and growing, boiling, boiling, and boiling, welling up all over, building, toiling, toiling, and building until everything snapped. Every muscle and tendon soon clenched, and then released. Saya threw back her head, a sweet, filthy cry escaping her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Archer grunted and stiffened underneath, his face reddened and his mouth sticky from her wet juices, throwing his head back as he came in her hand, his cock pulsating and semen gushing onto her fingers.
They both stilled, pleasure ebbing away as soon as it arrived, and Saya let herself fall on top of Archer, her breathing ragged yet sated. Archer watched bleary-eyed as she lifted her head slightly and smiled before resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes in bliss.
Archer couldn't help the tired smile growing on his face, placing a hand on her back, and letting sleep take hold of him, of them both.