Giant windmills circled over the city of freedom, propelled by the breeze which carried dandelions across the horizon. One dandelion found its way over the lake, drifting up to the cliff, and lighted down in her outstretched palm. Mirror Maiden took in the Mondstadt of 500 years past—her Mondstadt of old.
Signora's burn scars had vanished from her face. There was no veil to hide behind. Instead of Signora's white cloak or the Mirror Maiden's blue tassels, she wore her dress from 500 years ago. She was the girl she'd been 500 years past: Rosalyne. Now, she looked at her old home with the eyes she once had, before they were clouded by hate.
Everything was as beautiful as she remembered. It filled her with bittersweet feelings.
Would she find the people she once knew somewhere down in that city? The hunters, the knights, the bakers… Rostam. Her heart twinged with longing. 500 years had not dulled her love for him.
Even so, she couldn't step foot in that place. Not after all she'd done. Rostam would never love a monster who claimed so many lives. So, she whispered her wishes to the dandelion and set the flower drifting on the breeze.
The dreamscape melted into white. That wondrous city with all its people vanished like the dandelion petals, floating away into the sky. Rosalyne watched them go with a pang in her throat. Even so, she didn't cry. For all she had lost, she had gained much more.
He finally appeared, as if in answer to those thoughts. Aether walked along the cliffside and sat down beside her, slipping his fingers into hers. Rosalyne rested her head on his shoulder, relishing his warmth.
"Thank you," she whispered. He kissed the top of her head.
It occurred to her that he'd never seen her like this: Rosalyne, before she ruined her face.
"Aether…" she said. "Am I beautiful?"
"Always," he said. "I'd love you no matter what you look like."
"Even if I was an old hag?"
"You'd age like fine wine," he replied. Rosalyne snorted.
She angled her body towards him. Wordlessly, they both rested atop the grass, lying side by side. Her hand slipped down his chest, sliding across his abdomen. She reached inside his pants. Using her palm, she massaged little circles atop his underwear's fly. Aether moaned deliciously.
"Well?" she smirked, "You going to touch me too?"
His hand traced the length of her thigh, working its way up and up. He traced circles around the outside of her panties. Her body quivered as he massaged the most sensitive spots. The anticipation was killing her. She couldn't help but rub her clitoris against his strong hand, edging herself along.
"Kissing time," she said. Their lips met. Open-mouthed, they swirled their tongues around each other, tasting one another with everything they had. She drank him like he was the finest alcohol in the world, utterly addicted to his flavor.
All the while, they massaged each other's sex. Rosalyne snapped her fingers and their clothes vanished. The only thing between them now was their underwear. She pressed her belly into his. The sensation of his nipples against hers sent electric waves of pleasure through her body.
"Aether," she purred. "Thank you. I know I'm normally into Amazon, but this is nice. It feels like we're real lovers."
"We are real lovers," he replied. "I love seeing this sweet side of you."
Rosalyne giggled. She reached around her back to unclip her bra. "I can't figure you out. You know that?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, slipping off his boxers.
"You can be submissive or dominant. You'll do almost any sex position. Sometimes you top and other times you bottom. I just don't know what's your kink."
"My kink? That's easy," he said. "A lovely naked lady loving me is my kink."
"Is that so? Well, lucky for you, I think I can oblige."
Rosalyne flung aside her bra and ripped off her panties. Aether threw aside his boxers. She grinned, seeing his cock so stiff. A little precum dribbled at the tip. Aether observed her body with wondrous awe. His hands reached for her boobs. He fondled them, rubbing his thumbs around the areolas which were engorged with arousal.
Aether pressed his lips to hers. They returned to that wonderful dance of lips and love. Rosalyne brought her lips to his ears and whispered sensuously.
"You want to know my kink?"
Her hand wrapped around his cock and began to slide up and down in slow motions. Rosalyne's teeth clenched down on his earlobe. His body shuddered as a sweet little moan escaped his throat.
"Touch me," she commanded him.
Aether's hand glided down her belly towards her clitoris. One finger slipped inside, then two, then three, and Rosalyne giggled. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, drunk on the sensations of her lover. Their lips met again in hungry passion. Each kiss came hungrier than the last as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Aether's hands caressed her breast and her clitoris. She gave him a hand job, cupping his shaft in one hand and his testicles in the other.
"These balls are mine," she whispered.
"Okay," he said. "But these boobs are mine."
"Then this cock is mine."
"Then this clit is mine."
"Then your ass is mine," she said, slipping a finger into his rectum. Aether winced in a happy little way. His hand cupped a handful of her ass and squeezed. He gave her a little spank, causing her buttocks to jiggle.
"Yours is mine," he said. "In return though, I'll give you my soul."
"I'll give you mine," she said, "if you put that cock in me where it belongs."
"I can do that."
Aether guided his cock to the lips of her clitoris. He rubbed the head along the lips, making them both shiver and gasp. Lathered with precum, it glided smoothly across the damp folds. The head slipped inside. He bucked his hips, and the rest followed inside.
They both orgasmed on the spot.
"Sorry," he said. "I guess I was a bit excited."
"Me too," she giggled. "Good thing we can cum all night."
Beneath the glow of Mondstadt's sun, Rosalyne made love to Aether. Her joyful song echoed across the clifftops, drifting across the winds like a prayer. For all she had lost, Rosalyne would never regret this life if it meant she ended up in Aether's arms.
Her home wasn't gone—she'd found a new one.