A/N: Watched the new trailer the other day there and had a sudden spur of inspiration, one that led to the creation of this here fic~
Disclaimer; at the time of writing 3.0 hasn't dropped and the only info I have of Cyrene is the tiny snippet at the end of the Golden Epic trailer, so this will probably be outdated within a month or two and totally nonsensical.
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy all the same~
Amphoreus' Saga of Love
Ever since the Slumbernana Situation – as it had come to be known on the Astral Express – had been resolved, Caelus had felt weird.
Naturally he brushed it off at first. He'd been on his feet for hours at a time with barely a bite to eat in-between, so it wasn't unfathomable to think he was just low on sugar or something like that – something March was quick to tease him about. However even after they got settled in and the days passed he still felt strange, like the world was slowly starting to tilt on its axis if he stared at one spot for too long. It made getting to sleep a pain in the ass.
Yet when he went to Lingsha she reported he was in good health, and when he sought out Rappa to check if he was infected with the Slumbernana Monkey virus she assured him that he was not. Even Robin attested that she didn't sense anything too amiss with him... except, she did mention off-handedly that the Memoria was concentrating a lot around him, much more than for the average person, or even Pathstriders like March and Dan Heng. Considering his unique origin... that most likely pointed to it being because of the Stellaron.
Alas the only solution they could find was him spending some time away from Penacony to see if it helped settle things down – worse came to worse, they'd have to purge it from him in a painless but dragged-out method. As such while he was annoyed he couldn't spend some more time with his friends on Penacony in the days leading up to their departure, he settled for playing games on his phone or reading the various novels that he got from the Dreamscape that Robin had gracious transferred into the material realm using The Family. Perks of having friends in high places.
''...haah...'' Still, being essentially on house-arrest – train-arrest? – for days was boring, especially after Dan Heng had left to keep an eye on March.
Thus with Pom-Pom doing his usual things Caelus was the only one aboard the train. Considering that he remained in his bed, snuggled under the covers and with the endless starry sky off to his right, providing a beautiful view of the cosmos.
'Might as well sleep.' He mused idly and looked over at his bedside table. It was still somewhat early, but he had been staring at screens and books for so long his eyes were getting tired. 'Eh, if something happens the others will wake me.'
Shrugging to himself Caelus closed his comic book and laid it on the bedside table, stretching his arm over to flick the switch above it – one that instantly plunged his bedroom into darkness, only the glow of the corridor light to disturb the dark. Unbothered by that Caelus shifted and squirmed about, getting himself comfortable and envisioning sheep that he could count, each one jumping through the darkness of his eyelids, helping ease him into a state of serenity.
'...I wonder what Firefly is up to?' The languid thought slipped through his mind. 'I wonder if she's still up.'
He made no move to text though, not as slumber drew nearer. Some part of him almost wanted to invite her around just so they could chat and hang out, but he was pretty sure bringing a Stellaron Hunter on-board was forbidden, even if Himeko probably knew anyway. Maybe he could pester Welt and hope he could convince Himeko to allow it. That'd be nice. Especially since it meant he wouldn't be getting lectured on protocol and diplomacy and all the other big fancy words Himeko said that went in one ear and out the other.
A gentle gust of warm air tickled his face then, soothing in its slowness and further lulling him asleep, though it was as elusive as ever. His body was warm beneath the quilt but the quilt itself felt too light; the lack of weigh bothering him and making him shift. Something crunched under him, the sound crisp yet faint, reminding him of a crisp packet that he probably forgot about and was now sleeping with. Hopefully March wouldn't find out and get mad at him.
...actually now that he thought about it, it felt a bit too breezy. Did his fan turn on by itself? It wasn't haunted, was it?
The curious thought stirred him further out of his sleepy state. He was reluctant to, sleep so close at hand, yet something just kept nagging at him to check just to be sure – like if you weren't sure you locked your door or not. Thus with some reluctance he stirred, eyes opening-
Only to see rolling yellow hills as far as the eye could see. Fields upon fields of golden wheat stood wavering in the gentle breeze, the sun just at the cusp of evening and bringing down rays of gold upon fields near and far. Clouds drifted languidly overhead, ferried by the wind and casting some parts of the fields into gloom but never darkening them too much, never enough to take their lustre. The slightly-warm air, enough to comfortably sleep in, tickled past him as it rustled the wheat all around him, luring his gaze to it.
To the ground beneath his feet, his lack of a bed secondary in his mind to the fact he was in unfamiliar clothes – the dull gold tunic loose and breathable against his torso, as were the shin-length shorts. Sandals clad his feet and as he put a hand to the ground he felt the gentle wind brush through him, sending a slight shiver across him. Perhaps he had been laying down for too long, he could only muse absentmindedly, rising to his feet as he looked about the endless wheat fields.
'Where am I?'
Was this a dream? If so it was a very realistic one. He could feel the wind upon his cheek and neck, see the sun glimmer and blind when he stared directly at it, smell the freshness of the plant life around him, even taste the clean air on his tongue. If he strained his hearing he swore he could hear birds chirping too, but from where he couldn't be sure. All that dominated his hearing was the slow, caressing brush of the wind through the wheat fields, like nature's lullaby trying to soothe him back to sleep.
With a frown Caelus declined that idea, looking around in search of something of note. Yet nothing presented itself and so slowly, cautiously, he began to walk. The hills weren't steep but he was careful of any potential enemies, though that might just be paranoia talking after the whole Slumbernana debacle. Yet the thought of those infernal monkeys was... distant, oddly enough. It felt like something that happened years and years ago, not something that only occurred less than a week ago.
'Am I hallucinating?' Maybe he went into a coma and now woke up on a new world or something?
He thought it jokingly, but the lack of any change in the environment or any offered answers made him worry he might not be far off the mark. It was that thought that gave him the confidence to march faster; wading through the wheat fields with as much haste as he dared, trying to avoid trampling the crops as much he could without slowing his pace. Yet the sunlit fields stretched on and on, grander in length than anything he'd seen on Penacony.
He jogged for a minute, perhaps two, perhaps ten. It was hard to tell and the sun didn't seem to be changing positions. He slowed at that, uncertainty making him doubt leaving behind his starting point was a good idea, though when he turned around he could still see it, albeit only as a brown smudge in an otherwise perfect golden field. Hopefully nobody would be pissed off about that. Maybe if he found a cat he could blame it instead.
Swinging his gaze around he was about to continue – when he spotted it. A figure, not too far away and previous unseen due to the sun's light blinding him. They had their back to him but they weren't moving anywhere, just standing in the middle of the field. Ominous, but with no other option other than running through more wheat Caelus cautiously approached; the gentle hiss and crunch of wheat the only noise to break up the serenity reigning over the land.
Only when he was close enough did he speak. ''Hello?''
The figure was female, that much he could tell by her figure. Clad in a black dress with long sleeves and pink accents she wasn't anyone he had seen before, even if her bright pink hair reminded him strongly of March. A comparison that only became more true as she turned, a smile playing at her lips and her heart-shaped face so much like his companion, only her eyes were a bright blue in hue.
Familiarity nagged at him then as she turned to face him, hands behind her back and head tilted slightly, mischief writ upon her face. He didn't know her. Familiarity with March aside, he'd never seen anyone like her before... yet, the more he stared at her, the more he just felt something. A strange longing that he had only ever felt when Kafka had first left him on the Herta Space Station – a desire to hold on and never let go.
''I see you're finally awake.'' The woman spoke then, her voice soft yet, so affectionate and caring. ''Did you sleep well?''
''I uh...'' He wasn't sure. ''I guess so?''
She giggled. It was a pretty sound. ''You guess so? Do you feel groggy, or tired, or out of sorts?''
''Not really?''
''Then that means you had a nice nap then, doesn't it?'' With slow strides she strode up to him, the broadness of her smile withering until it was just a small, almost sad thing. ''But I guess... you don't remember going to sleep here, do you?''
Caelus pursed his lips, unsure... before daring to speak.
''Who are you?''
Her smile didn't fall, but the sadness reached her eyes. ''Ah... I was hoping this view brought it back, but I guess... you don't remember me, huh?''
''Should I?''
''Maybe. Maybe not.'' She looked away. Even when her eyes looked so sad, she didn't lose that little smile. ''I'm just glad to see you're okay, after all this time. A shadow of your former self, sure, but... whole. Alive.''
''You know me?''
''Of course. And you knew me.'' The woman returned her eyes to him, the affection returning. ''You and I used to wander these fields talking, you know? I'd tell you all sorts of stories and you'd laugh and tell me stories of you own, from when you-''
She continued speaking, mouth moving, but a sudden loud gust muffled her words.
''-but then you said you had to go. Big mission and all that.'' She sighed as if reliving that very moment. ''I didn't want to let you go but... it was for the best. It would be wrong of me to hold you back. And... the fact you're still alive tells me that was a good choice.''
Caelus was lost. She knew him, but he didn't remember her. He used to be in this place, but couldn't remember ever having seen it. She spoke of him being with someone or something in the past, but for reasons beyond him he couldn't hear it nor read her lips well enough to decipher it. Was it... something to do with his past, before waking up on the Space Station? Was she someone to do with his past?
He swallowed. ''What's your name?''
She smiled as if waiting for that very question. ''Cyrene. And before you ask, we're currently on Amphoreus.''
Amphoreus. The planet that the Astral Express was heading to. ''Why am I here?''
''Ah, that's my fault, sorry.'' She giggled but it was lighter now; more teasing. ''I just... really wanted to see you again. Perhaps it's thanks to the Remembrance that we can speak like this, even if only in a dream.''
So he was dreaming then. Good to know. ''Does this have to do with why I've felt strange the last few days?''
''Maybe?'' Despite her smile he could sense her uncertainty. ''I'm sorry if it has been. I'm not exactly great with this stuff, I just felt this pull in me and knew you were out there...''
Caelus just nodded. ''It's fine. So um... how did we meet originally then?''
''We met when you-'' Another strong wind blew by then, ruffling his hair and stealing Cyrene's words.
His frustration must've shown as Cyrene stopped mid-sentence and smiled sadly. ''...you can't hear me, can you?''
''The wind keeps muffling you.''
''I see. Perhaps that is your subconscious interfering. Or perhaps you are just not yet ready to hear the truth of your past.'' She looked down, her smile fading. ''I... am sorry I cannot share it.''
The sight of her looking so down ached at his heart, emotions that felt distant yet real spurring him into motion, his hands catching her own. She blushed, eyes flitting up to him, yet despite the warmth in his own cheeks it felt right to comfort her like this. Like some old instincts that refused to let her be sad. It was an emotion he was all too familiar with after meeting Firefly, after caring for her and getting closer with her.
Was Cyrene like Firefly? If not in illness, then in situation? Or perhaps if what she said was true... was she perhaps someone close to him, prior to his disappearance from her life? Was she a friend, a comrade... perhaps even something more? The thoughts refused to flee his mind and he found himself staring into her eyes, their blue hue so pretty it reminded him of a clear day on the Luofu, so vast yet soothing.
A shy giggle snapped him from his daze just as Cyrene averted her eyes. He made to let go of her hands but she laid her free one over one of his own, holding his hands as he held hers – the tender touch again so very familiar. Yet if it made her happy, he was happy.
''...you said it was because of the Remembrance that we can talk like this?'' Caelus murmured then, breaking the quiet.
A gentle breeze lifted Cyrene's hair and the sunlight warmed her smile. ''Mm. You'll most likely retake your power of Remembrance once you reach Amphoreus, if I were to guess based on your past exploits.''
His past exploits as a Nameless, or his exploits before that? Was he a Nameless in the past before? A Stellaron Hunter? A lone ranger, an IPC executive – who was he?
As if sensing his distress Cyrene squeezed his hands before letting go; her arms instead coming around him in a hug. One he found himself instinctively returning, pulling the pink-haired girl into a tight hug that let him feel her giggle against his shoulder, her closeness a welcome distraction from his worrying. That, and it also let him feel her rather generous bust pushing against his chest, the sensation one he did not comment on but privately enjoyed all the same.
Cyrene was the first to pull back, her cheeks tinted a pretty pink and her eyes so very affectionate. ''I would've loved to welcome you the traditional way to Amphoreus, but since you don't remember I...''
Caelus couldn't help but notice her lips then as they pursed; their closeness letting him see their plumpness. ''I...?'''
A smile curled at Cyrene's lips. ''I can welcome you in our way.''
Anything further failed to leave his lips as Cyrene's met his own. It was a sudden yet impassioned kiss, the sheer love and affection in it easily felt as she pressed against him. For a moment it felt as if the very winds had stopped just to give them a moment of privacy, the locking of their lips feeling so right that he naturally reciprocated; one hand finding its way to her lower back and holding her close, causing her to smile into the kiss.
Cyrene broke it off first, a soft exhale tickling his chin that preluded the giggle that followed. ''Welcome back to Amphoreus, Caelus.''
The welcome coupled with her sweet smile warmed his heart, like he had finally come home after a long journey. A potentially not-unwarranted feeling if what her words led him to suspect.
Without losing her smile Cyrene leaned back; catching his hand and pulling him with her, his hold slowing her descent but pulling him with her all the same – until with a muffled thump they fell upon the wheat. His face warmed as she snaked her arms around him but couldn't find it in him to resist, letting the pink-haired woman pull him in until their lips met in a slow, chaste kiss, the lip-lock intoxicating.
He'd just met her, she was still a stranger of sorts – yet kissing her like this felt right, it felt natural. Perhaps because of that Caelus went with the flow, not complaining as his lips meshed with Cyrene's own, her little giggle bringing a blush to his face whilst her caressing touch brushed over his cheek, luring him deeper into her affectionate presence. He could see himself just doing this for hours on end, kissing and snuggling with the woman, never growing tired of it or her.
Cyrene was the first to pull back, her hum felt against his lips. ''You know, since this is just a dream for you, doesn't that mean you can do whatever you want?''
The implication to her tone made his heart skip a beat, and the feeling must've shown on his face as the pink-haired beauty giggled. ''I'm serious~ If it's you... it would make me happy to feel you again.''
The loveliness lacing every syllable was as endearing as it was embarrassing. Warmth burned his cheeks but even if this wasn't a dream in the traditional sense, the offer was a decidedly tempting one. One that Caelus dared to accept, swallowing back his uncertainty and letting his right hand shift down to her breast – groping it through her dress. Cyrene cooed her encouragement and tugged him down by the nape, their lips meeting in another romantic kiss that left him smitten, his focus torn between her smooch and her breast as he groped her through her clothes.
Cyrene didn't mind one bit; if anything she encouraged his touch; one hand catching his left and guiding it down to her thigh. He groped it, fingers grazing across her smooth flesh and teasing a little shiver out of her – her giggle shyer yet no less affectionate. Another kiss sealed her moan but it slipped out all the same as he ran his hand up her leg, copping a feel of her rear and making her blush a pretty pink.
''Hehe...'' Tittering against his lips the maiden smiled up at him, her hand coming up to caress his cheek. ''I love you so much it hurts, hehe.''
Caelus couldn't find the right words to counter such an unabashed profession – and so didn't try to. Instead he buried his face in her neck and kissed at her exposed flesh, relishing the squeal he coaxed out of his partner as she clutched onto him, startled but elated as his lips ran along her jugular. It was uncharted territory for him but the act felt oddly familiar, only encouraging him to pepper Cyrene's neck with kisses and smooches.
Her fingers ran through his hair and lured him in closer, her lips meeting his cheek and then his own - the proper kiss muffling her moan. It was in that lip-lock though that Cyrene ensnared him in her arms and rolled them over, swapping their places and leaving her straddling his lap. A fact Caelus became intimately aware of the moment his partner broke off the kiss; her soft exhale preluding her sitting back on his lap with a giggle.
''Allow me.'' Soothingly she cooed.
Caelus didn't protest, bewitched by her smile as she shuffled down his legs – snapping out of it only when her fingers reached his shorts. They came down with a slow pull and revealed nothing beneath, allowing his semi-erect cock to stand at full mast before Cyrene. Something that just made her titter and curl her fingers around the base, her hand delicate as she stroked up to the head and then back down to the base, each roll of her wrist skilled and clearly familiar.
A thought secondary to the gentle pleasure that ached at his shaft; a groan fleeing Caelus's lips. Cyrene just smiled lovingly and kissed the tip of his dick, eyes gently shutting as she moved down and began to plant smooch after smooch along his shaft, each one slow enough that he could feel her plump lips against his manhood before they left and reappeared further down, showering him with her love. Her tongue joined in on the fun too and stroked all the way back up to the tip where it swirled around the head, smearing spit against it before she planted one more kiss upon the very tip.
Right before taking him into her mouth. Caelus stiffened in more ways than one, intimately feeling her plump lips glide halfway down his cock before Cyrene sucked right back up to the tip, her tongue doing a sensual loop around it before she delved back down his manhood. Spit lubed his cock and the indescribable warmth of her mouth felt heavenly, depriving him of rational thought even as he ran his fingers through her hair, tucking some strands of pink out of the way.
''Mmm~'' Cyrene hummed her thanks, eyes narrowing with mirth.
Caelus didn't – couldn't say anything in response, only a low groan escaping the back of his throat as he felt her lips glide up to the tip and then delve back down. The gentle pressure combined with the wet warmth of her mouth was unlike anything he had ever felt prior, and the skill with which she moved spoke of experience – experience with him, he realised belatedly, cheeks burning scarlet.
Whether she read his thoughts or just reacted to his blush Cyrene giggled all the same; eyes fluttering shut and lips sliding deeper down his shaft, enveloping the last few inches – and he gasped as his tip grazed the back of her throat. The tingling heat lurking back there teased his tip and he experienced it in full not a second later as Cyrene deep-throated him, her nose squishing into his groin as she deep-throated him completely.
Unconsciously he tightened his hold on her hair, keeping her there, but even when he loosened his hold Cyrene kept his cock down her throat – expression gentle as she rocked her head slightly, moving nary more than an inch but sucking him off all the same; the sticky, slightly warped grunts of her throat heavenly to hear. Eventually though she pulled back, lips grazing at his tip-
-only to throat him once more, forcing a moan out of Caelus. ''C-Cyrene, it feels... nn...''
A merry hum teased his manhood and the adoring beauty popped her lips off of his cock; her fingers returning instead as she stroked him off, her pace much more avid than before and actively beating his meat. He pursed his lips but it failed to contain his moan, least of all when she was giving him such a loving look, as if she'd waited years just for this moment. It was an embarrassing thought but one that made it hard to look away, his pleasure the only thing distracting him from her beautiful eyes.
That and a wind that made some wheat tickle his nose; his free hand quickly swatting it aside. Cyrene giggled prettily and the second he took her eyes off of her he felt her fingers leave – and then he was back in her mouth, her tongue curling partway around his shaft before she took him in deep, several quick sucks building up to the inevitable deep-throat. It sent jolts down his tip and left him throbbing against the walls of her throat, his tip achingly sensitive.
''Ahh, Cyrene, almost...'' The Trailblazer breathed out a warning.
Humming around his cock was Cyrene's only response, her sucks gaining a sudden vigour to them that left him clutching onto her head – moans spilling out of him freely as she blew him with such intensity he could barely think, nothing but the slippery sucks and sinful slurps existing in his mind-!
When he blew his load in Cyrene's mouth. The pink-haired girl didn't protest as he yanked her head down and even wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping his cock wedged down her throat as gush after gush of pent-up seed was ejaculated down her gullet, only her muffled hum to speak of her delight. The vibrations of her hum only teased his length more; pleasure electric as it jolted through his nerves and made him arch his back with a tight, gasping groan.
Until all at once his strength left him and he flopped onto his back, void of breath and higher thought alike. Shudders still shook his chest and his shoulders shifted as they reached them too; a moan leaving Caelus's lips as the aptly-named aftershocks coursed through him. With a wet pop his partner's lips left his cock and he lowered his gaze just in time to see her swallow the last of his seed; opening her mouth just so he could see her clean tongue.
''...Aeons that's hot...'' Caelus murmured then, only to blush immediately after.
Cyrene just giggled though and crawled atop him. ''That's it, I like it when you're more honest about your feelings~''
The teasing coo preluded the kiss that teased his lips, her hands soon taking his own and bringing them to his face. ''Cover your eyes now and I'll give you a surprise.''
With only a modicum of reluctance Caelus obliged, hands over his eyes and leaving just the gentle hum of the wind to punctuate the quiet – until he heard a zipper go. He was almost tempted to look but resisted, just basking in the lukewarm atmosphere even as he heard cloth ruffle and buckles come loose, clothes evidently coming off... and when Cyrene uttered a gentle 'you can look now', his hands were by his sides in a heartbeat.
Allowing him a clear view of Cyrene. Nude and sat on his lap. Her cheeks turned rosy under his intense gaze but her little smile didn't fade; if anything she seemed happy he was looking at her with such feverish lust, feverish want. From her creamy shoulders to her slender sides or thick thighs she was a bombshell of a woman, though admittedly his eyes were drawn mostly to her chest. While perhaps not as big as someone like Black Swan she was more than a medium easily; her nipples a pale pink but quite perky.
A soft titter preluded her shifting closer, easing herself back onto his lap. He shivered as her bare thigh brushed against his own but merely sat upright; one hand gravitating to her ass and the other getting a handful of her bare breast, sinking his thumb into her underboob and squeezing a little moan from his lover, her lips so entrancing he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her – so he did. A kiss that Cyrene reciprocated wholeheartedly; her giggle melting into a pleased hum as she pushed herself into his groping hand, encouraging him to share in the love.
The need to breathe though ultimately drew them apart; left panting by the brief tryst. Not so much though that Cyrene couldn't lift her hips; her right hand dropping to his length and giving it a good few strokes to keep him erect. ''Ready?''
''Yeah...'' His anticipation was abundant.
Cyrene cooed at that, leaning forwards and easing herself down, his tip sliding along her wet lips once, twice-
And then on the third go she eased herself down onto his manhood. Intimately Caelus felt his tip sink inside of her wet tunnel, the clasping heat drawing a groan out of him matched by Cyrene's smaller mewl – the sheer, radiant satisfaction on her face enchanting as she impaled herself onto his cock. Her free hand caught his shoulder and she rested her forehead against his own, biting her bottom lip as she eased herself deeper and deeper down, his length clenched by her tight insides and briefly frazzling his mind.
Until she came to a stop; most of his length inside of her. For a few moments the enchantress rocked her hips, panting out little breaths as she adjusted to his girth, her pussy like a fleshy vice that smothered his length and left him groaning in delight – his own hips lifting to meet hers. Cyrene mewled her approval and started rocking her hips more avidly, grinding herself onto his length and squeezing grunts from his chest, her other hand coming to stroke his cheek.
''Myn... it's so good...'' Softly she whispered, pecking him on the lips. ''Do I...?''
Caelus groaned back; serving as more than enough of a reply judging by her giggle. One that morphed into a moan not a second later as Cyrene started to ride him properly, her bounces small to start but quickly gaining momentum she adjusted to the position – the hot, sinful smack of flesh ringing out through the vast wheat fields as she bounced onto his cock, his length spearing between her glistening petals and into her hot, clenching core.
His eyes were drawn down to her sex, watching their intimacy in action – at least until a tug lifted his head and let their lips crash together in another kiss. Groaning on reflex Aether kissed back, the messy meshing of their lips not stopping him from bucking his hips too, thrusting up into her tight heat and relishing how her whole body quivered from the stimulation. His left hand ran over her ass all the more for it, palming her curvy behind and groping at his leisure, burning her figure into his mind lest he forget it.
Tightness around his length sent a jolt down his shaft, his hips bucking up in retaliation. Cyrene gasped softly and pulled away from the kiss, her moan soon following as she leaned back and put more effort into riding him – the hot smack of their loins growing more pronounced the wetter she became, her nectar coating his length in a sticky sheen. One made complete as she took his entire cock inside of her, the feeling satisfying him in a primal way he hadn't felt before.
''Ahh, so deep...!'' Biting her bottom lip Cyrene let out a soft, if sheepish laugh after. ''Sorry, never been good with dirty talk...''
''I think it's, nn, hot...'' He took her hand from his shoulder and brought it to his lips – kissing the back of it. ''My lady.''
He meant it as a joke, his lack of hat preventing him from tipping it cheekily, but Cyrene blushed a bright red all the same. Whether because of the sincerity in his tone, cheeky or not, or otherwise he didn't know – only that she threw her arms around him and stole a deep, impassioned kiss, one Caelus was quick to reciprocate. A task made more challenging as Cyrene grinded herself into his crotch, her hot loins pressing in around his shaft and daring him to cum, to fill his newfound lover with his seed.
A prospect that only became more tempting as Cyrene broke off the kiss and bounced on his dick like her life depended on it – her weight falling upon his lap with such haste he was left clutching onto her, groans freely fleeing his throat as she took his whole length inside of her. He bucked his hips in time with her own and she cried out in delight, throwing her head back and bouncing herself on him, their loins connected and bodies one, the aching need surging within him-!
''AH~!''
-when Cyrene cried out and climaxed, tightening – and he came. In his final moment of clarity he yanked her down and groaned with utter relief as he busted his load inside of her, spurt after spurt of virility shooting inside of his partner – his orgasm accentuated as she ground herself into him, squeezing him dry for each and every spurt of semen she could get. His hand squeezed her breast blindly and he found himself burying his face in her neck, holding her close as they came together.
Bit by bit the rush, the pleasure, the heavenly madness abated. Only then did Caelus feel like he could breathe again, one gulp after another refilling his lungs before he emptied them. The tension sept from his shoulders and with a groan he eased himself onto his back, not protesting as Cyrene fell with him – his cock springing out of her sex with a pop as she laid atop him, moaning into his shoulder.
How long they laid like that, sweaty and panting, he didn't know.
Only that he wanted more.
It was that sentiment that made him roll over, pushing Cyrene to the bed of wheat they laid upon and getting atop her. The pink-haired beauty just smiled up at him, not even a hint of surprise in those blue eyes of hers as she gazed at him, nothing but fond affection to be found. Wordlessly she opened her arms and he let them ensnare him, the distance between their lips becoming null as a kiss stole their voices for but a moment, leaving nothing to disturb the gentle howl of the wind.
Until a soft moan escaped her as his tip slid along her slit, teased her entrance – and Cyrene moaned loudly as he eased back into her. With how sensitive he was just sticking it in felt intense, a rush of euphoria tingling his cock and leaving him shuddering in undisguised bliss. With some effort though he hilted himself in his lover's quivering quim and pulled back just as fast, feeling her insides cling to his cock as if begging for him to not pull out.
Only encouraging Caelus to rut back into Cyrene, fucking a squeal out of her.
''Yes! Just like that!'' She gasped.
With vigour he plunged back into her, something so very right about the act that he gladly did it again and again, each thrust more strong than the last until he was pounding Cyrene missionary – their flesh loudly meeting with smack and slap alike, her gasps and delighted cries ringing out throughout the fields with nobody to overhear them. The lack of audience just emboldened him, giving him the strength to buck his hips and bury his length in her wet tunnel, loving how her walls tightened around him and left him throbbing with such need, such desire.
A desire Cyrene clearly shared as she wrapped her legs around his waist, leg-locking him and refusing to let him pull out. The thought just drove him to greater heights of indulgence, his thrusts bordering on bestial as he pounded her Amphorean pussy, loving the hot cry he knocked up out of her – right before a kiss stole her breath, leaving her mewling submissively into it. He broke it off for air but buried his face in her neck all the same, unable to stop his hips as he crashed into her without relent, the ceaseless smack of flesh building and building to a crescendo.
''Ah! C-Caelus, yes!'' Cyrene wailed, nails grazing his shoulders even as he ploughed her into the field. ''I-I love you! I-I-''
A kiss, rough and lustful, muffled Cyrene's cry into a senseless moan – the kiss lasting all of a few seconds before Caelus broke it off. His hands found purchase on her hips and he lifted them as he ploughed her, their frenzied tempo only serving to fuck louder cries out of Cyrene, her noises pornographic and her back arching delightfully, doing wonders for her chest as he slammed into her like a man possessed, feeling pressure mount and surge forth, her tightening tunnel pushing him to his limit-!
''Cyrene-!''
When he peaked, slamming inside and emptying his balls inside of Cyrene. His partner squealed, nails blunting on the back of his tunic as her own orgasm took her – spasming as he slammed in again, the sudden thrust spilling another thick gush of seed inside of her. The way her loins seized around his length fried his mind and all he could think to do was press himself into her, all but grinding himself into his lover and pumping her full of his seed.
The roiling rush sapped him of his strength and his arms shook under his own weight, before with a fatigued groan Caelus flopped on top of his partner. A partner who let out a cute 'oof!' and giggled, her grip on him loosening as she snuggled into him, seemingly unbothered by the weight atop her. If anything she took comfort in it.
After a few moments Caelus found himself doing the same, the adrenaline rush gradually leaving his system as he just laid atop Cyrene, one arm slipping under her back and the other allowing him to take a bit of weight off of her without drawing them too far apart – though oddly he felt more tired than he probably should have, the prospect of just dozing off right then and there weirdly tempting.
''Ah... it's time, huh?'' The soft whisper tickled his bottom lip, and when he met her gaze he found a tender sorrow in her eyes. ''You're starting to wake up now.''
Panic gripped his heart but before it could fester Cyrene stroked his cheek, soothing him with a hush. ''We'll meet again soon, don't worry... I just hope that when you wake up you'll remember me. If not...''
Her smile became teasing. ''I'll have to help you remember in our way again, hehe~''
Caelus huffed in faint disbelief, lips grazing hers. ''I won't forget you.''
''Mm, I hold you to that. Until you wake up though... just stay with me for a little longer, alright?''
Caelus obliged, body against Cyrene's own as she held him tight, his fingers running through her hair almost on instinct and bringing a small, satisfied smile to her face, his eyelids growing heavier by the moment until he couldn't keep them open any longer.
When her words tickled his cheek. ''I love you, Caelus.''
With what little strength left he responded; ''Love you... too...''
A giggle tickled his ear, the noise far away. ''Until we meet again... my dear husb-''
He never heard what she was going to say as darkness took him, and to the waking world he returned.
X-x-X
Elsewhere in the cosmos...
''Hrn... I'm sensing a disturbance in the force...''
''Huh? You sure you haven't been watching too many of those old movies?'' Silver Wolf inquired dryly.
Firefly, from her spot on a bean-bag and clad in a jacket 'borrowed' from a certain Trailblazer, blushed. ''N-No, I mean it! I felt something just now...''
A soft gasp escaped her. ''Could it be... another girl is going after Caelus?!''
''Probably. Dude's all alone on the Astral Express last he said.'' Silver Wolf drawled without taking her eyes off of her game; smirking as she reached the top of the leaderboard. ''Eat shit, Bosenmori4.''
Firefly though only seemed more panicked. ''B-But if he's all alone, then that might mean someone is... ah, I-I should probably go check on him!''
''Hey, didn't Kafka say to-'' But when Silver Wolf looked over her bedroom door was already swinging off of its hinges, her 'charge' already speeding away. ''Haah... I'm sure she'll be fine.''
Firefly's obvious crush on the Trailblazer aside, she had a game to win.
Now if only the enemy would stop spamming their ult...
[END]
A/N: Fun fact; when I initially decided to write Cyrene, the original plan was to have it be a Caelus x Firefly and Cyrene threesome. However since I couldn't find a good way to squeeze Firefly into the romance without it diluting Cyrene's role, and due to the limited info available at present, I ended up shelving that concept. For now, at least. When 3.0 drops I might well do a threesome of the two, who knows~
That said, I hope you enjoyed this more plotty fic on the upcoming character~