A few hours later, around midnight. In the Moon Mansion.
Artemis and Percy settle in for the night in their bedroom; it has been a long day. So much has happened today, but it has all been exhausting. They had gotten to have Venison steaks for dinner because Alissa went hunting earlier in the day… Atalanta took the Eye of Round to make Venison Jerky, naturally, but there wasn't enough to go around; Alissa had only shot two deer, and Percy had given his up to one of the younger huntresses out of the kindness of his heart. Artemis noticed this, of course, and she vowed that she would greatly reward him for it.
When they get to their room, Percy goes into the bathroom to shave, brush his teeth, and take a shower before they retire to bed. Artemis walks over to their bed and strips out of her hunter's garb, leaving her in just her underclothes. She changes into the sexy and erotic lacey blue lingerie she always wears for Percy. She's made it a habit and a rule to generally always let her hair down and wear her lingerie (or less) when they are alone. She even puts on the stockings for Percy, making her look insanely hot in the tight blue outfit. Her stockings are really hot and come up to mid thigh, and her panties are tight and contour her ass insanely well in a lacey V. This also makes for a very prominent target when Percy spanks her… Aphrodite made sure to give her an outfit fit for a submissive girl like her. She then sits down on the lip of the bed, and she reaches over to her nightstand to grab her book to wait for him to come take her.
Percy:
Percy stays in the bathroom for almost half an hour. He takes an abnormally long shower, and he doesn't even dare to invite Artemis to join him this time… Even though he would extraordinarily enjoy it. Having sex in the shower is by far his #1 favorite place to make love to Artemis because the water gives him strength. His erection gets a little bigger, he lasts twice to three times as long, and his orgasm is greatly intensified. On the other hand, even though she always loves to do what makes him the happiest, it is still something that Artemis doesn't like nearly as much. It's just a little too intense for her, and it's the only time she ever says no to sex, regardless of her promise; however, it's only because of the way he words it. He has always just asked her if she would like to join him in the shower… If he told her he wants to make love in the shower, or suggested they do it in the shower… She would always agree then. But the real reason he takes such a long shower this time and takes his time shaving and brushing his teeth is because he wants to give Artemis some time to cool off. Their relationship has been on pretty shaky ground today.
Half an hour later:
Artemis closes her book as she hears the sound of Percy spitting out his toothpaste into the sink, signifying that he is almost done and is about to come out of the bathroom. She gets up from the bed and positions herself, classically, in front of the mirror and begins to methodically start brushing out the knots. The sharp pain of the knotting in her locks has no effect on her sex drive, contrary to when Percy does it…
She suddenly hears the sound of the bathroom door opening and pretends that she is deep in thought. Percy emerges from the bathroom, smelling like lavender, wearing only his boxers and nothing else. She has gotten to the point where she usually doesn't blush when she sees his perfect physique, but it still is distracting and still melts her resolve. Percy is only slightly taller than her, but he is stronger and more well built. She finds his physique to be quite appealing and attractive, a distinct turn-on. Percy is everything she always wished men were… Strong, pure, compassionate and respectful, gentle and loving towards women, always composed and driven. He is near as perfect as one can be in her eyes, and it's why she loves him, and why she gave him her virginity what feels like ages ago… Best decision of her life.
He walks over to her as she is brushing through her auburn locks. He sets his left hand on her hip, and he puts the other hand up in her auburn locks. She puts the brush down on the stand, turning around to meet him. She kisses him passionately; he happily entwines a hand into her hair and puts the other on her full breast, earning him a breathy and erotic feminine whine from her lush lips against his own. He is momentarily surprised that she is letting him knead her breasts after what happened this afternoon, but she soothes his worries quickly, as always…
"Percy, I wanna commend you."
"I am incredible, afterall, but do tell what for, my love." He mocks with a smirk; Artemis rolls her eyes.
"When we were talking with Atalanta earlier you were just such a mature and professional gentlemen. I was so impressed by how you effortlessly riddled off right from wrong, and even showed me right from wrong when I was misguided… You gave away your steak to a huntress who once spat on your name, and you did it because you are a kind gentleman. Percy, I am very impressed. You truly are becoming a wise young god, and are truly the embodiment of the perfect man that all women need." She praises, looking up to him with the most beautiful and warm eyes, "I am truly honored to be your lover, Percy. I love you." Artemis finishes and kisses him softly on the lips, a fantasy kiss, the ones she sometimes gives him occasionally that make his head spin, and his heart leap.
"I love you too, Arty, thank you." He tells her in a sweet voice, smiling big.
She wraps her arms around his neck and Percy slides his hands down her back, to her ass, and then to her thighs and picks her up. She moans, but then she gets comfortable and wraps her legs around him. He walks over to the bed and sits down on the lip of it. Artemis kisses him deeply, and starts to gyrate her hips, mimicking the lapdance that she gave him so long ago… Back when life was safe, their future together, certain.
Their lips melt into each other, but Percy realizes something and pulls away.
"Arty… There is… There's something I have to confess."
Artemis is bummed to see him pull away, her burning core wanting to take it farther. She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't pull away, instead getting closer, more comfortable.
"Ohhhh?" She inquires with a bit of seduction laced into her voice.
"When we were on Ogygia and I was searching for Caly-" She hushes him with two fingers to his lips.
"Relax, Percy, I already know of Calypso kissing you."
Percy eyes go wide, more out of fear than surprise.
"How do you-"
She hushes him again.
"Percy…" She whines, clearly not turned off by any of this, "You forget that you left me in the company of that Night Goddess… She told me that Calypso kissed you-" this time it was her turn to be interrupted, but he doesn't dare do it with two fingers to her lips… Even though if he had, she would have licked them.
"So why didn't-" She interrupts him again.
"I shy away from your touch, scold you, and make you confess to me on your knees begging for forgiveness?" She inquires with a mischievous smile, "Because that is the old me. The new me doesn't care because the Night Goddess also told me you pulled away from it immediately and told her off." Artemis commends, removing her fingers and instead wrapping those arms around his neck.
"Percy…" She whines again, and kisses his jaw, "I'm really impressed that you did fess up about it. Honesty is something that not even all my hunters have. Honesty and integrity are huge turn ons Percy, why don't you reap the benefits of your efforts?" Artemis entices as she begins to gyrate her hips on his lap again, ever so slowly. She also places her lips in a very easily accessible position, encouraging him to go back to working her in a passionate embrace.
He takes her up on her offer immediately.
When they pull away from each other after making out and heavily groping each other for several minutes, his cock rock hard from all her grinding, she speaks to him in a soft, sensual voice.
"Percy…" She purrs, brushing a finger over his lips, "you're unsettlingly handsome, you're so strong, and well built, your silver tongue is a viper who lashes me with pleasure, but what makes you perfect, what makes me eagerly hop in bed with you everytime and always come back for more and more and more and more, is your character. You've always treated me like a goddess, like a queen, with the utmost respect, courtesy and compassion. You always treat women right, always putting me at the top of that list. I love you Percy… You're better than what men should be. You're a treasure that deserves to be cherished, but most importantly, you're my treasure." As she finishes her sentence, a sly smile tugs at the goddess's mouth, causing Percy to blush and stammer.
"I-" For the last time that night she hushes him with two fingers to his lips.
"Hush, Percy, you're perfect, there's nothing you need to say. Come, take me." Artemis swoons, replacing her fingers with her velvet lips, and pressing her chest against his, slowly gyrating her hips.
He flips her over and places her on her back on the bed. She moans at the movement, and he puts her hands above her head. Her eyes widen in anticipation as she looks up to him with admiration, adoration, love and desire. He smiles at her and kisses her on the lips briefly, then onto her jaw, then he drags his tongue down her neck. Finally, he brushes his tongue along the tops of her breasts and plants kisses on the incredible mounds.
Artemis's head falls back onto the pillow and she grips the bed sheets in a fist. The reason she used the Analogy that Percy's tongue lashes her with pleasure is because her body is usually glistening, and her pussy is usually soaked, a tsunami of orgasms washed over her before he penetrates her and begins their long hard love-making for the night. He loves to pleasure her.
Artemis is a very very submissive girl in the bedroom; she doesn't have an ounce of Dominatrix in her body, not like Diana does, so she never demands that he pleasure her, but oh gods yes he does. He loves to worship her slowly, starting with a heavy make-out session much to her appreciation, then working his way slowly down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. When he is convinced she is very very wet, listening to her panting and moaning, he moves down from her breasts to between her legs. He always greedily sucks at her clitoris while he thrusts and drives two curled fingers in and out of his girlfriend, rubbing and hitting that G-spot with unwavering precision each euphoric thrust, all the while he laps and sucks greedily at her clit. All the attention drives her to complete and total ecstasy, and he does it over and over before he ever penetrates her. He loves to worship his goddess, and Artemis does try very hard to return the euphoric pleasure with her own tongue too, but she is nowhere near as good as he is. Sex is the #1 thing that Artemis wishes she could do better… to make it the best, for Percy.
She is so gorgeous… He loops a finger under the front clasp of her bra and unclasps it with the littlest effort. He smiles brightly at the incredible sight; her breasts are like a fluffy altar for him to worship at. He immediately starts to brush her nipples with his tongue before he starts suckling.
As the night went on into the twilight hours of the morning only one thing was certain. His prayers had been answered.
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(Around midnight, after Percy and Artemis went to bed.)
Clack!
Clack!
Alissa swipes at her mentor's feet with a wooden sword. She slashes at her breast with a spin and then swipes for her head.
Atalanta jumps over the first, then effortlessly parries the other 2 swings. She deflects the last blow off her wooden sword and then whaps Alissa on the chest with a swing launched off of the momentum of a spin.
"Come on, Alissa, don't spread your legs so far apart. The sword is not a club, it is a graceful weapon. Don't plant your feet like you are waiting for a flood, instead stay light on your feet to better prepare yourself for speed and dodging." Atalanta explains, relaxing her own stance to demonstrate.
"Thank you, Atalanta. We've trained for hours today, I'm exhausted, can I go to bed?"
"Fine, fine, have a good night Alissa, sweet dreams."
"You too, mentor." Alissa says in departure as she hands her wooden sword to Atalanta, and then she walks out of the gym to go to bed. It's late at night, and Atalanta is just wearing a tight and short pair of training shorts, paired with a fancy blue, open back sports bra that crosses the straps in the back in an X shape. A high impact criss cross back sports bra, tight and showy, from Yvette. She really had to dig to the bottom of her dresser to find sexy clothes, but she found some she thought would be showy for Ray. Artemis would not approve of her outfit, but Artemis is not awake, or currently getting railed, so she can't judge.
Ray smiles as he watches from his vantage point not far from them, snacking on Atalanta's Venison Jerky, and washing it down with some red wine. His Elder Huntress friend has been treating him very well. She spoils him with the best luxuries. He studies how she fights, knowing that Atalanta is much more experienced than him, but he is also admiring her curves in her outfit. He gets up and walks over to Atalanta, who is watching with a bleeding heart as her young student walks out of the gym.
"She's not ready for this war, Ray." Atalanta sighs with a mournful tone, shaking her head gently from side to side.
He walks up to her and stands beside her, and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"She has you to teach her and watch over her, she'll be fine."
Atalanta smiles warmly, inching closer to him, leaning into his touch.
"Alissa reminds me of myself. I was once young, and reckless, stubborn and impetuous. Funnily enough it was right before Zoë took me on as her apprentice, all those millennia ago… I could never be the mentor that Zoë was, but I can try my very best to pass on those teachings to Alissa. Wars kill Elder Hunters, and as much as we would all like to ignore it, I won't always be here, and Alissa is certainly not even a full blown Huntress yet, let alone ready to take her own apprentice on… Sometimes I wish I could do more." She sighs, turning around to look into her friend's eyes, hoping that he will say something romantic and encouraging.
"I know you, and I know you do your very best at everything you do. I know you will succeed."
"Thank you, Ray, I appreciate your support and companionship more than you could ever know."
Atalanta is shorter than Ray is, by an inch and a half, and she looks up at him with admiration. As highly respected and militarily accomplished the Huntress is, she is not one of the tallest hunters. Standing at only about 5 feet 10 inches, the huntress has to compensate for her smaller stature with speed and dexterity. She has one of if not the most athletic, and by extension, sexy form, of all the hunters. She works out often, and enjoys very high intensity training and exercise. Her outfit shows to the world her 8 pack abs vividly, and the extremely toned muscles she has. Like every hunter she has thick thighs and legs, and the cherry on top is that she has a sexy tan over her whole body that draws Ray's eye. Green eyes like mountain dew and dirty-blonde hair round off her beautiful face, the one that Ray has fallen in love with. He finds the hunters to be hot, but Atalanta catches his eye and keeps it like none other, not even Artemis herself.
"You were impressive with that sword." Ray commends, trying to strike up a conversation.
"You think a huntress only trains with a bow and 2 daggers? No, we know how to use all weapons, we have to."
"It was only a compliment; I've never underestimated your abilities, especially after you saved my life."
She smiles at him and he returns it; she inches a little closer to him.
"You're very sweet, Ray." Atalanta swoons, and then she turns away and starts to walk over to the sword rack to put away the training weapons.
"If you're not too tired, would you be up to sparring with me?" Ray offers, following her.
She stops, turning around and crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Alissa is 287 years old, and she couldn't begin to defeat me." She reminds him playfully.
"Are you underestimating my abilities?" He retorts playfully.
Atalanta giggles with a smile making her impressive breasts jiggle ever so slightly in her tight sports bra; he tries not to look.
"Alright, fine," She agrees, smiling mischievously, "but at my age things get boring real quickly. You gotta wager something." She decides, putting her hands on her hips.
"I don't know, Atalanta… I don't wanna take anything from you." He mocks with a smirk, "If I win I get a kiss."
She is momentarily surprised, but she raises an eyebrow and smiles at his statement, blushing faintly. She's been very impressed with him, and even though they have been visiting for nearly a week, he hasn't made a single sexual advance towards her other than a few suggestive phrases, nor has he tried to kiss her. She can't say that she would mind or turn him down if he tried either. Now that they are so completely alone, she thinks it would be an excellent time for him to try it. She'll be reciprocal and easy to get if he does try it, but he has to try it, she won't do it herself.
"You're brave," She commends enthusiastically, raising an eyebrow and widening her eyes, "and I am flattered, but if you beat me I'll kiss you anyway I'd be so impressed. I have a better idea, if you win you can ask whatever you want of me, but the same goes in reverse if I win, deal?" She proposes, crossing her arms under her breasts again. She knows very well that he could ask some very sexual things of her, and if he wins then in all honesty she wouldn't mind. Beating an Elder Huntress, especially a young legacy like Ray, is a seriously impressive feat. It is the kind of thing that will earn their respect, and in Atalanta's case, also make her want to hop in bed with him.
She's never been a man hater like the other huntresses, never participated in any of their sick games revolving around torturing members of the opposite sex, but she hates herself for not doing more to stop it… One of the reasons she has tried so hard to make Ray feel welcomed, and present him opportunities to take the next steps. She's wanted to lose her virginity for a long time, so she sees this entire situation as an absolute win.
Atalanta is just like Artemis and any real woman… She wants a man that treats women with respect, decency and kindness, who has courage, bravery, compassion, empathy and Valor, to take her virginity, and no one less. She believes that Ray fits those qualifications, and the only one which he is shoddy in, is Valor… Which is why she'll be so eager to go to bed with him if he beats her.
Ray smirks as he welcomes the idea that she proposed.
"Deal, give me one of the wooden swords." He tells her.
By the gods, I love that tone, so commanding…
She smiles and tosses it to him, to which he catches it easily. She would not have been impressed if he failed to catch it.
He smirks, giving it a few practice swings. It's smaller than the sword he is used to, but it is, afterall, meant for a female.
"To your liking?" She taunts.
"Wouldn't you like to know." He responds, not giving her any information.
"Irrelevant then, you won't be able to hold onto it much longer anyways." Atalanta jokes, spinning her own wooden blade around in her hands.
Meanwhile:
Artemis sits gently on Percy's lap, gyrating her hips violently, her back arching and moaning loud into the air as she orgasms hard on his cock. Percy holds her in a supportive grasp on her hips, and sliding his hands all up and down her curvy body as she shudders from the climax, her 6th or 7th of the night, they have lost count. Percy hums with the contractions, each and everyone of the 15 or so squeezing his cock in a vice grip that makes him see stars.
"Gods… Percy" She moans, beginning to regain the ability to form coherent sentences and see straight without seeing fuzzy spots. Her eyes lock with his and she smiles wide, collapsing her lips onto his, already beginning to undulate her hips again to keep the fun going for Percy, the overstimulation bringing joy to her throbbing clit. They stay like that for a few minutes, slowly making love and making out, then Percy begins to kiss down her jawline and to her sweet neck. He makes her moan with the sucking and then proceeds down to her breasts, palming and kneading them graciously. He burrows his head in them, ravaging her with kisses.
"Gods I missed these." He remarks with a smirk, doubling his efforts.
"Gods, Percy, they missed you."
Back to Atalanta:
The fight between Atalanta and Ray is a mesmerizing display of speed and precision. They circle each other like predators, eyes locked in a fierce dance of anticipation. Ray seems to have a slight edge at the beginning, his moves fluid and well-timed, but Atalanta is not one to back down easily. Her graceful strikes fly in from unexpected angles, keeping Ray on his toes. Their blades clash with a resounding clack, echoing across the training ground. Atalanta moves like a whirlwind, her wooden blade an extension of herself. She strikes with the speed and accuracy of a viper, a serpent unleashed, aiming for Ray's weak spots. He parries her blows skilfully, but she is relentless, pressing her advantage. Eventually, in a calculated move, Ray feints left before doubling back and slashing at Atalanta's left leg. The huntress was unprepared and a fraction of a second too slow. The blade grazes her shin, causing her to momentarily wince.
"Are you okay?" Ray asks, his smirk momentarily replaced with genuine worry. However, she flashes him a determined smile, and the moment of respite only fuels her fire. In response to his concern, she launches a furious assault of fast-paced attacks, her sword blurring with her swift strikes.
Ray does his best to block her onslaught, but her movements are too fluid, too unpredictable. Some of her strikes manage to find their mark, reminding him that he couldn't afford to underestimate her. Their dance of blades continues with a toll on each of them, each trying to outmaneuver the other with lightning reflexes. However, it's clear that Atalanta's adrenaline is only making her better than poor Ray. In a decisive maneuver, Atalanta sees an opening and seizes the opportunity.
In a flurry of strikes she deftly maneuvers around Ray's defense. Their blades lock, and she wastes no time grabbing Ray's sword and ripping it over his head in an arch, disarming him and then pressing him to the floor in a swift motion. Their positions are now reversed, with Atalanta pinning him beneath her, his own sword held against him.
"Well, if all you wanted was to be on top of me, you should've just said so," Ray whispers into her ear, his breath hot. Atalanta blushes furiously just at the thought of what Ray is suggesting, but quickly composes herself. A mischievous glint danced in Atalanta's eyes as she leaned in close, their faces now mere inches apart. "You wish! Looks like I win this round," she teases, a playful smile gracing her lips.
Ray chuckles, acknowledging her victory. "Alright, you got me," he concedes, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Ray breathes heavily now that it is over, while Atalanta looks as if nothing happened. Despite the intensity of their clash, there is an unspoken respect between them. Atalanta offers a hand to help Ray up, and he accepts it graciously.
"That was an impressive display of skill," Ray admits, his smirk now replaced with sincere praise.
"Likewise," Atalanta replies in a sweet voice, her competitive spirit still evident.
"But that was me going easy. Don't think you'll even get close to beating me next time." She warns playfully, spinning playfully on the spot in triumph like a little girl.
They smile at each other and mess around for a few minutes before the Elder Huntress's tipsy victory wears off, and she becomes serious again.
"So," Atalanta starts abruptly with a sly smile, "What would you have asked of me if you had won?"
Ray momentarily becomes apprehensive and concerned, but he realizes quickly that she is just playing. He has no idea what the bedtime for a huntress is, but he imagines that no matter what her title, Atalanta is probably pushing it.
"There are a lot of things that an Elder Huntress could give me…" He starts, and ponders for a short duration then he smirks and continues, "Especially one like you," Ray says again, eyeing her up and down quickly, almost not even enough for her to notice, but she does, and she blushes… "But I'd probably just ask for a cup of coffee, or an evening with you."
"Really? Ray?"
"Yeah? What else could I ever want?"
"That's really sweet, but I just thought it would be more sophisticated."
"I suppose not. When I was on the streets for most of my life I was mainly concerned about having a proper place to sleep at night. Luxuries never came to me, and haven't until you invited me to come here everyday."
Atalanta looks at him with a concerned and empathetic look. She nervously plays with her hair, furiously twirling it between her fingers. She has something she wants to tell him, but she is so scared she will get rejected and turned down. Artemis told her that some men get tongue tied around beautiful women, but Atalanta is suffering from that same problem, so now she knows how they feel. Ray rarely gets tongue tied around her, but he is a nervous wreck when they are around some of the more prominent Huntresses, and Ray is so scared of Artemis that he does everything in his power to completely avoid her, or draw as little attention to himself when she is around, both actually. It's the only time she ever sees him show fear. Not even when she saved his life did he show any fear, as if death does not scare him, but that goddess sure does. She's told him a hundred times that Artemis doesn't turn men into deer and have them eaten alive or anything else anymore, but he still is deathly afraid of her. She imagines that he is just as scared of being kicked out, as he is of being Skinned alive and his balls cut off.
"You could come move into the moon Mansion with me!" She suddenly blurts out, blushing bright red and instantly turning around to hide her hot face. She's never had this feeling before in her life, this feeling of embarrassment and fleeting self-confidence. Her composure is completely shattered when she is around him, and when he starts smiling and flirting with her her mind turns to lava cake.
Atalanta is a naturally timid girl, especially for a huntress, and Ray's life has made him a very steadfast and confident person that does not embarrass easily. This makes it very easy for him to flirt with her, and get his savior wrapped around his finger.
"Woah," Ray starts, backing away ever so slightly, "Isn't that taking this a bit fast?"
Atalanta rolls her eyes; he's always so modest with her…
She relaxes her posture to make herself look as inviting as she possibly can and slowly walks up to him to lay both her hands gently on his chest.
"Ray, I would never take anything from you. I heard what you told Percy, and I shed a tear…" Atalanta confesses, raising a hand and placing it on his chest gently, "Earlier today I was speaking with Percy and Lady Artemis, and I got them to agree to something I wanted. Artemis agreed to let you stay here in the Moon Mansion, but she said that it has to be with me, in my room…" She pauses momentarily, looking away as if she wants to say something but doesn't know if she should. "I may be just a dumb huntress, but I know you want me, Ray, or at least I hope so. Please, I want you to accept, you won't regret it, I promise."
A bleeding heart and a sweet soul are what drive her through most of her life, and seem to come in very handy when she is dealing with Ray. He seems to fancy the very very sweet girls, and apparently he thinks she qualifies, and she more than wants to be on that list.
She looks him in the eyes, staying like that for what seems like hours. Her arms move up his chest to gently and slowly wrap around his neck. For the first time ever, and with the most euphoric satisfaction, he follows her lead, resting his own hands on her exposed flanks to complete the picture. Her skin is the softest silk he has ever felt in his entire life. The muscles underneath are extremely strong, but the skin is softer than can be described.
"You saved my life… Now you offer me a warm bed in a warm house, next to you… You are a goddess, Atalanta. I-I don't know how I could ever repay you."
She smiles at him; he is so sweet.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll figure something out." She purrs with a little giggle.
Ray smiles brightly, and their lips begin to move toward each other. With one final pause of hesitation their lips then crash against each other's. Lightning scorches down the huntresses back immediately as their lips touch. She has never felt such an amazing physical feeling in her life. Her heart is leaping, and while their lips slowly move against each other, she is on cloud nine. Her cheeks are bright red, and she couldn't be happier.
Ray loves the feeling of the Huntress's lips on his own, and with great pride and joy he notices that she has completely submitted to him in the kiss, letting him set the pace. He is a very respectful young man, and he doesn't once dare move his hands away from their place on her exposed flanks. Sure, he would love to place them somewhere else, somewhere more prominent, but this Huntress is everything to him, and he wouldn't dare do anything she doesn't first give permission. It's obvious that Atalanta would never hurt him, and never snap at him like any of the others would, but he would never help himself without her approval. He respects her and her boundaries much too greatly to ever make that transgression.
After a long time of their lips slowly moving together they slowly pull away, huge, loving and sexy smiles on their lips.
"Gods, Ray, you are such a romantic."
"I was about to say the same thing about you, My gorgeous Huntress."
"It's getting really late, Ray, come. I have a big bed, don't worry." She purrs, turning around and walking past him with a suggestive wink.
Ray's lips… his embrace… Being with him is Elysium, and she wouldn't rather be anywhere else. She loves him, and being with him almost makes her forget they are living a war that threatens their extinction.
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