Nephis's breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, her body a live wire strung taut between denial and desperation. The cool air nipped at her exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire building low in her core, stoked by every teasing glide of Sunny's cock against her aching entrance. Her pride—forged in the flames of the Immortal flame, unyielding as starlight—warred with the raw need clawing through her veins. Beg? For him? The thought should have sparked defiance, but instead, it sent a thrill racing down her spine, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation.
Her silver hair cascaded over one shoulder as she lifted her head, meeting his gaze. Those mismatched eyes—one gold, one shadow—burned into hers, a predator savoring the hunt. She could feel the tremor in his arms, the barely restrained hunger mirroring her own.
"Sunny," she whispered again, voice hoarse and edged with something vulnerable, something she'd never let anyone else see. Her fingers flexed against his shoulders, nails biting deeper. "Please... I need you inside me. Ruin me. Make me yours."
The words hung in the air like smoke, and Sunny's control shattered. With a guttural groan, he surged upward, slamming into her in one brutal thrust. Nephis cried out, the sound echoing faintly through the ashen canopy—sharp, unrestrained, a mix of pain and exquisite relief. He filled her completely, stretching her walls around his girth, the slick remnants of their earlier mess easing the way but doing nothing to dull the intensity. Her cunt clenched greedily around him, pulling him deeper as if her body had been starving for this.
Sunny's hands roamed possessively—one gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other tangling in her hair to yank her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat. He latched onto it with his teeth, biting down just shy of breaking skin, marking her as he began to move. Slow at first, deliberate, each withdraw dragging against her sensitive spots before plunging back in with a wet, obscene slap of skin on skin. The rhythm built like a storm, his hips snapping up to meet her downward grind, their bodies syncing in a frantic dance.
Nephis rode him with abandon, her taller frame arching over his, tits bouncing with every thrust. The friction against her clit sent sparks shooting through her nerves, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. "Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking on the word.
"Don't—ah—hold back." She raked her nails down his back, drawing thin lines of red that only fueled his ferocity.
He obliged, flipping them with a surge of strength that belied his lean build. Now beneath her? No—now she was on her back, the rough bedroll scraping her skin as he pinned her down, knees spreading her thighs wide. Sunny loomed over her, shadows playing across his face in the pale light, making him look almost demonic. He drove into her relentlessly, the angle hitting deeper, brushing that spot inside that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass to urge him on.
The world blurred to sensation: the cold bite of air on sweat-slicked skin, the musky scent of their arousal mingling with the distant smoke, the wet sounds of their joining—schlick, schlick—punctuated by her moans and his growled curses. Nephis felt the coil snap first, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She arched off the bedroll, cunt spasming around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him as she came undone. "Sunny—fuck, yes—"
He followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a final, savage thrust. His cock throbbed inside her, spilling hot and thick, flooding her depths until it leaked out around where they were joined. Sunny collapsed against her, chest heaving, his face buried in the crook of her neck. For a long moment, they lay tangled, breaths syncing as the aftershocks rippled through them.
But the Ashen Barrows waited for no one. As the silver light strengthened, filtering through the branches like accusatory fingers, Sunny stirred first. He pulled back slightly, tracing a thumb over her swollen lips, his expression softening from feral to something almost tender. "We can't stay here," he murmured, voice still rough. "The Nightmare Creatures... they're stirring. I can feel it in the shadows."
Nephis nodded, her starlit eyes clearing as reality intruded. The flush on her cheeks lingered, but the steel returned to her spine. She sat up, wincing at the delicious ache between her legs, and began gathering their scattered gear. "Then we move. Toward the heart of the barrows. Whatever's waiting there... we'll face it together."