She was made of the essence of fires. She was beautiful, her eyes glimmered with kindness and a hint of mischief. Her smile filled him with a warmth he had forgotten after days of darkness. She was everything everyone had described, and Rex had fallen for her the moment they met in that field.
They traveled together, investigating traces of Elysium. Rex could have done it alone, but he needed to have her close. He craved her. He watched her closely, taking in the graceful movements of her fighting, the delicate way she plucked flowers. Their friends needed them, she would say. Rex couldn't help but feel a twinge of impatience. He may have only known Pyra for a short while, but he longed for her to give him a flower, longed for their fingers to graze each other.
He was never one to share his thoughts, so he was resigned to love her in silence. He watched her from afar as she walked the streets of Morythra. Rex watched Pyra in impatience and though Pyra never seemed interested. Pyra wasn't any ones, she belonged to Rex, even if she didn't realize it yet. He had half a mind to dispose of them, but he knew that would only complicate things, so he restrained himself.
Instead, he kept a closer eye on his beloved Pyra. He walked beside her on their travels, extending a hand to help her over rough terrain. His heart soared each time their hands touched. He longed to touch more.
Night fell while they traveled together. It was too far of a journey to get to the world tree, so they decided to make camp for the night. Rex offered his armor for Pyra to sleep on since they had not prepared for a night in the woods. She protested at first, assuring him that she would be perfectly fine on the grass, but Rex insisted. Her smile was so sweet, it melted his heart. She curled up on his armor, falling asleep fairly quickly. Rex stayed awake to keep watch, though his attention was focused on the girl instead of the woods around them.
She was a decently heavy sleeper, he had learned this from the other times he watched her sleep. She had such a serene look on her face. Her worries seemed to disappear in her sleep. He wondered if she dreamt about him. He slowly extended a hand, brushing her bangs to the side. She did not stir at his touch. His hand traced down her jawline. Pyra's skin was perfectly smooth. Such an angelic appearance. His thumb grazed over her plump lips. How wondered those lips feel against his own. His hand trailed from her chin to her neck and made its way to her clavicle. He longed to go further, to touch her breasts, but he refrained. He pulled a hand away. He couldn't touch her in such a way while she slept, it simply wasn't right…
And yet…
Rex looked at her face. She was his blade, she had made him fall in love with her. They were meant to be together, it was his right to explore the body of his beloved. He bent over her, their lips inches apart. He hesitated, their breaths mingling between their lips. Should he be doing this? Was this insane? No, this is what he wanted, and he was sure that Pyra would want this too. He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips gently against hers. The sensation was almost too much for him to handle. The warmth against his mouth seemed to spread. It filled him with starlight. He moved his lips against Pyra's, his tongue slipping out to drag across her inner lips. He cradled her face in his hands, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He moaned at her taste.
Divine, delicious, his.
His tongue explored the cavern of her mouth, dragging across her teeth, prodding at her tongue.
Divine, delicious, his.
She made a soft noise, stirring. Rex pulled away, a string of saliva connected them for but a moment. He couldn't risk her waking to this. She wasn't ready for it. He sat back, leaning against a tree. He focused on slowing his heart, hammering against his ribs. He craved her even more now, craved to tear her clothes off and worship her divine body. But he couldn't risk her waking. He spent the rest of the night staring at her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. He formulated a plan, one that would allow him to have her the way he desired.
Rex woke the next morning, smiling at Rex and greeting him. She thanked him for allowing her to use his armor the previous night. She handed it back to him and started walking, ready for another day of adventuring. Rex lingered behind, watching her walk. He brought his armor up to his nose and inhaled her sweet scent.
Rex suggested they go to Gormott, gather proper supplies for camping out at night and then head back to the land of Morythra. Pyra agreed, insisting on paying for it. She went off to make her purchases while Rex stopped by the alchemy table. They met at the front gates of the city.
"What did you make?" Pyra asked, seeing the potions in his hands.
"Health elixers." A lie. Pyra believed him. Of course she did, she was so trusting and kind. It was one of the things he loved about her. They turned and left the city, set out on their Elysium journey.
Rex purposely detoured their quest. He knew where they were meant to go, he could hear the call of the architect, dripping with honey and a hint of acid. He ignored it. The further he lured Pyra from the land of Morythra, the less likely they were to be discovered. No other soul was allowed to have her, to witness her beauty.
Night fell and they made camp. It wasn't much better than what they had had before, but Lumine had managed to get a tent for them. The day had been eventful, and a run in with some hilichurls left Pyra fatigued. She asked if she could have a few sips of a health elixir. Rex nodded. Of course she could, she could have anything. Pyra uncorked the potion and took a few deep sips. Rex watched her closely, the way her lips wrapped around the bottle opening, the movement of her throat as she swallowed. She thanked Rex and handed the bottle back to him. A small drop of liquid clung to the side of her mouth. Rex reached out, tenderly wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. Pyra stared at him, stumbling over a "thank you", before quickly getting up. She was tired, she said. She disappeared into the tent.
A smile threatened to cross Rex's lips. His Pyra was just too cute. She was so flustered, she must hold the same feelings for him as he held for her. He couldn't wait to show just how much he loved her, but he had to be patient, he had to wait until the potion eased her into a deep sleep.
He wasn't sure how long he sat by the campfire, perhaps it was an hour, perhaps it was only a few minutes. Rex stood and quietly entered the tent.
His firelight blade slept on her bedroll. He knelt beside her and called her name. She did not stir. He gently shook her shoulder. Still no response. His potion worked. Rex shed his armor and removed his gloves. Pyra was peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was his and his alone, in this moment and forever.
He pressed their lips together just as he had that first magical night. His hands made quick work of her dress and bra, tossing them to the side. The master driver marveled at Pyra's perfect breasts, free of any blemish. Her pink nipples hardened as the chilled night air made contact with them. Rex grasped one in each palm, kneading them as he captured her lips in a harder kiss.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect!
Her breasts fit into his hands perfectly, like they were made to be connected. His cock was already hard, begging to be released from the confines of his pants. He waited. It wasn't time yet. First he had to worship his angel. He kissed her jawline, his lips trailing down her neck, across her chest, and to a perk nipple. His tongue swirled around the bud before taking it into his mouth.
"Ah…"
A soft sigh slipped from Pyra's bruised lips. It was music, magic, addicting. Rex wanted to hear more. He wanted to fill the tent with the music of her moans, he wanted to make her scream.
He moved to suckle at her other breast, biting softly. He rubbed her neglected nipple between his fingers. Once he was satisfied with his work, he let his large hands wander over her warm body. Rex pulled back and turned his attention to Pyra's pussy. He gently pushed her legs apart, delighted to see that her panties were soaked from the attention he had given her breats. He licked his lips and slipped them off, giving him access to her bare cunt.
Beautiful… So very beautiful.
He ran a finger through her velvet folds, gathering her slick. Slowly, he pushed a digit into her. She was warm and welcoming. He moved his finger in and out, in and out, relishing in her soft moans, her breathing beginning to pick up. Another finger was inserted. He curled them, dragging them along Pyra's inner walls. The sleeping girl's face was flushed. Rex looked at her with admiration. The pace of his fingers quickened, the obscene squelching noise filling the air. Her essence was dripping around his fingers. Her hips rolled. Good, what a good girl. Her body reacted so well while her mind slept.
He bowed his head, flicking his tongue across her clit. Her breath hitched and she mumbled something in her sleep, a name? His name? He couldn't quite make it out. He suckled on her clit, groaning at her taste. His fingers continued to furiously fuck into her until she reached her limit. Her body twitched through her orgasm, her essence coating Rex's fingers and gracing his tongue. She was ambrosia to him. Delicious and celestial.
Rex leaned back, staring down at Pyra. Her chest heaved, her face bright red. One hand gripped her bedroll. He stayed still and silent for a moment, making sure she wouldn't wake. The potion he had made was strong, he knew that it would keep her asleep for hours, but nerves hit him. His firelight remained asleep. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and bent down to press a kiss to her lips.
A whisper passed her lips.
A name.
A name that was his.
Impatience filled him. This man was corrupting his sweet Pyra's mind. She wasn't in love with any other man, she was in love with him. Pyra was confused. Pyra needed to be reminded.
Rex waited no longer. He disrobed, freeing his cock. He would take Pyra. He would mark her as his own so no man could ever try to steal her from him. He grasped his member, rubbing it through Pyra's folds to gather slick.
"Mine…" he whispered. He gripped her hips and pushed in. He let out a deep moan as her walls enveloped him. She was tight, her belly bulging slightly from the size of his cock. He knew that her pussy would mold to his shape. Her body would remember him, only be able to derive pleasure from his touches, from his cock.
He pushed in until he was fully sheathed within her. He stilled, enjoying the warmth that felt like home. He would have loved to stay just like that, to use Pyra as his personal cockwarmer, but there was time for that later.
With a shuddering breath, he pulled out to the tip. Pyra's face twisted underneath him. His thrust back in slowly. Her walls gripped him, sucking him back in. Her body knew what she wanted. Rex's heart soared. Another thrust elicited a moan from the girl. Music of the gods. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. More moans filled his ears. His thrusts were slow, but oh so deep. His eyes were trained on the bulge in her belly. He allowed himself to imagine her belly swollen with his seed, an heir. She could carry his children, they could restart the world.
Rex grabbed her knees, pushing them back towards her chest. A new fire burned in him. He would breed her, make her belly swollen with a child. His thrusts became rougher, his hips pistoning into her tight cunt. Moans spilled from her lips, including that troublesome man's name. Rex had half a mind to gag her, grip her throat, make her shut up. No, that would deprive him of those beautiful sounds. He would just have to make her forget anyone else. He rutted into her with touch starved desperation. His heavy balls slapped against her skin.
He stared down at her, gold eyes half lidded with lust. He looked at the girl's soft, creamy flesh. He yearned to now see a leftherian symbol on her neck, a way to prove she belonged to him. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her breasts. His teeth left crescent moons across her skin. He pulled back, admiring the constellations he had charted on her skin. Gods, she was beautiful.
He dropped her legs, choosing instead to grab her slender waist with a bruising strength. He fucked into her roughly, her name dancing off his lips like a prayer in the dark. His thrusts began to fall out of rhythm as he neared his release. He placed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to Pyra's neck.
With a growl, he buried himself deep within her core and released. He shot out spurts of thick cum, filling his blade to the brim.
Rex took a minute to relish in the glow of orgasm, holding Pyra tenderly.
He slowly pulled out, watching the semen ooze out of her cunt.
That simply wouldn't do.
Without even bothering to allow himself to reharden, he thrust back into Pyra, set on fucking the cum back into her. Rex needed her to get pregnant, how could she do that if his seed was leaking right out of her?
He continued on until the moon was high in the sky above. When he finally had his fill, he got off of her. Rex dressed and exited the tent, leaving Pyra naked and covered in cum and her own juices.
Rex sat on a fallen log, staring into the embers of the dying fire and smoothing out his hair. A small smile played on his lips as he thought about his Pyra, how she would react when she woke. She would thank him, he knew. This is what was meant to be, she had just been blind to it. They could be together now. They would create an heir and save the world together.
