The Constant and the Forgotten
The temporal threads were fraying, snapping with the sound of dying stars and forgotten promises. Ouro Kronii, once the Warden of Time, the pristine embodiment of flawless order, had shed that skin long ago. Now, she was a ghost in the machinery of existence, a flicker of despair clinging to the rusted edge of the cosmic clockface. Her prison her perfectly manicured tower stood as a hollow monument to a self she could no longer recognize. The silence there had been absolute, and in that absolute silence, she had gone mad.
Her madness had a name, a face, a pair of gentle, forgetful owl eyes: Nanashi Mumei. Her Guardian of Civilization, the beautiful, chaotic anomaly who had, against all temporal law, etched herself into the unchanging script of Kronii's very being. Mumei hadn't simply left; that would have been a clean wound, a severance. No, she had performed a slow, agonizing unraveling of her own presence from their original universe. It was a process of deliberate deletion, leaving behind not just an absence, but phantom limbs in Kronii's memory and a searing, screaming void in her chest where control and purpose used to reside. The perfect time stream their time stream, a symphony she had conducted with proud precision had fractured into a million shimmering, unstable possibilities, each one a taunting reflection of a future without her anchor.
For six hundred cycles measured not in earthly years, but in the rapid, desperate collapse of alternate realities Kronii had pursued the faint, fading signature of Mumei's essence. Each jump was a violent gamble, a tear through the fabric of existence that left psychic scars on the cosmos. She'd seen Mumei as a queen draped in silks of forgotten empires, a beggar in the rain slicked streets of a fallen city, a humming machine in a world of cold logic, and a silent shadow in a realm of pure light. And every single time, the moment Kronii's fingers nearly brushed against her, that iteration of Mumei would fade sometimes with a look of confusion, sometimes with a terror that cut deeper than any blade, terrified of the constant, unchanging thing that Kronii represented.
The obsidian clock hands etched onto Kronii's gauntlets ticked with a frantic, irregular rhythm, a stuttering metronome to her chaotic heart. Her once flawless blue hair was often mussed, strands escaping their perfect placement. Her tailored uniform, a symbol of her office, was frayed at the cuffs and stained with the strange residues of broken dimensions. She was no longer a preserver of time; she was a hunter in its ruins, an obsessive predator driven by the single, all consuming terror of being forgotten. If Mumei, the one who was defined by forgetting, chose to forget her, then what was the point of order? What was the point of eternity? Nothing. There was only the need to chain that memory down, to force herself into Mumei's consciousness by any means necessary.
She finally found a stable anchor point. It wasn't a grand universe brimming with life, but a quiet, timeless bubble a cozy pocket dimension hidden between the seconds, a place that smelled of old paper, damp earth, and peace.
And Mumei was there.
She was sitting on a floating island of stylized moss and soft grey stone, surrounded by the glowing, forgotten relics of lost civilizations she had seemingly collected: a music box with melted gears, a chipped clay tablet inscribed with a language only she remembered, a perfectly preserved leather bound book whose pages were utterly blank. Mumei looked up, her owl eyes wide and luminous in the gentle gloom. She wasn't smiling her usual, vacant, friendly smile. This Mumei looked grounded. Centered. She looked... at peace. And that peace felt like the greatest betrayal of all.
The memory solidified around her, cold and sharp as a shard of ice. She was standing at the edge of a floating island, a solitary piece of earth adrift in a sea of silent, star dusted void. The island itself was a stylized patchwork of velvety, emerald moss and smooth, grey stone that felt warm underfoot, as if holding onto some long forgotten sunlight. But it was the details that made Kronii's breath catch.
To her right, a small, meticulously tended patch farm broke the monotony of the moss. Rows of plump, sapphire blue sweetberries grew in neat lines, their skins gleaming with dew that wasn't there. The sight of them was a punch to the gut. Kronii remembered, with painful clarity, the first time Mumei had tried one in the Council's gardens, her owl like eyes widening in delight before she'd shyly offered one to Kronii, her fingers stained purple. "They're the best, Kronii! They taste like… like a happy secret."
Scattered around the island, as if placed by a curator of decay, were the glowing relics Mumei had collected from the civilizations she'd witnessed rise and fall. A music box of tarnished silver sat nearby, its gears fused together from some ancient heat, forever silencing the tune it once played. Beside it lay a chipped clay tablet, its cuneiform inscriptions telling a story that only Mumei, the Guardian of Civilization, could now read. And there, looking almost pristine, was a leather bound book, its cover soft with age, but its pages as Kronii knew from a time when she'd dared to peek were utterly, devastatingly blank. A library of one, for a librarian of everything.
And in the center of it all, seated on a flat stone amidst her harvest and her ruins, was Mumei.
She looked up as Kronii appeared, her large, round owl eyes wide and luminous in the gentle gloom, catching the faint light of the forgotten relics. But she wasn't smiling her usual, vacant, friendly smile. That familiar, slightly unmoored expression was gone. This Mumei looked grounded. Centered, her shoulders relaxed and her hands resting calmly in her lap. She looked… at peace. A deep, profound, and terrifying peace that seemed to radiate from her very core.
And that peace felt like the greatest betrayal of all. Because it wasn't the peace of the cheerful, forgetful friend Kronii knew. It was the peace of a keeper who had already accepted the end of the story. Seeing her here, surrounded by the beautiful, tragic evidence of her purpose, so serene amidst the sweetberries and the silence, Kronii was sure. This was Mumei. Her Mumei. And the certainty of it was a blade, cold and sharp, twisting in her heart.
"Mumei."
The name left Kronii's lips as a raw, unused sound, cracking the sacred silence of the bubble. It was half prayer, half accusation.
Mumei tilted her head, a flicker of something recognition, pity, perhaps just simple confusion crossing her features. "Oh," she said, her voice soft as falling dust. "Time. You found me."
Found you? The words were so inadequate they were offensive. Kronii's control shattered. She crossed the small distance in a blur of displaced air and temporal energy, her movements jagged with desperation. She grasped Mumei's shoulders, her grip so tight the delicate bones felt fragile beneath her hands. The moss beneath them compressed with a soft sigh.
"Found you?" Kronii's voice rose, trembling with six centuries of pent up anguish. "I tore reality apart for you! I abandoned my post, Mumei! The timeline is a bleeding, screaming mess! Entire branches are withering because I'm not there to tend to them, and you… you sit here, playing house with these… these trinkets?" She shook her, not violently, but with the frantic energy of someone trying to wake a dreamer from a fatal slumber. "Do you have any concept of what you did? What you took from me?"
Mumei didn't resist. Her body was pliant in Kronii's grasp, but her expression remained terribly, devastatingly calm. "I didn't take anything, Kronii. I only took myself. I was… I was afraid I would forget you." She said it so simply, as if stating an obvious, natural law. "So I left. Before I could. I thought... if I was gone, completely gone, you'd remember me forever. A perfect, unchanging memory. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
That simple, devastating logic the complete inversion of Kronii's core fear, born from Mumei's own chaotic, innocent brand of love was the final, precise hammer blow to the remains of Kronii's sanity. It wasn't malice; it was a sacrifice, and that made it infinitely more painful.
"No, no, no," Kronii wept, the tears finally breaking free tears she hadn't shed since the dawn of creation, hot and blinding. They streamed down her face, splashing onto Mumei's tunic. "You don't get to choose how I remember you! You don't get to martyr yourself for the sake of my perfect archives! You are mine, Mumei. You are the only variable I ever allowed myself, the only chaos I ever welcomed! I can't… I can't lose you to oblivion. I won't."
Driven by a need more fundamental than breath, Kronii leaned in, capturing Mumei's lips in a hard, desperate kiss. It was clumsy, a press of lips driven by choked sobs and a terrifying, possessive need to imprint herself, to rewind this conversation, to control the one thing in all of eternity that had ever truly mattered. Mumei let out a small, muffled noise of surprise, her body stiffening for a second before going limp with acceptance. This passivity was worse than a struggle; it was a quiet surrender, the very thing Kronii was railing against.
Kronii pulled back, her mind racing, consumed by the need to halt Mumei's voice, to stop the words that might logically, sweetly, erase her again. She needed a moment of absolute, unquestionable, physical presence. She needed to feel her.
Her trembling fingers reached into the folds of her uniform, pulling out a small, specialized leather strap a relic of her authority, once meant for binding temporal anomalies that threatened the stream. Now, it would bind the only thing that gave the stream meaning. In a movement that was cold despite the fire in her veins, she secured Mumei's slender wrists behind her back, the leather creaking as she pulled it tight.
"I won't let you talk," Kronii whispered, her voice rough with tears and desperation. "I won't let you use your words to confuse me, to justify leaving, to make me forget how much this hurts."
Mumei simply watched her, her expression an unreadable pool of quiet sorrow.
Next came the gag, a soft leather strap designed for muting sound without causing harm. Kronii's hands shook as she carefully placed it over Mumei's mouth, adjusting the buckle behind her head until it was firm, sealing Mumei's potential protestations or her devastating, loving truths into a tight, frustrating silence.
Mumei's eyes, now the only window to her soul, widened. They weren't filled with fear, but with a profound, aching sadness that reflected the panicked blue of Kronii's own irises. A tiny, frustrated whimper escaped from behind the leather. The sound, so trapped and vulnerable, sent a dark, intoxicating spike of authority straight through Kronii's despair. It was a terrible power, but it was power nonetheless. It was control.
"Now," Kronii stated, her voice shaking with adrenaline and a misery so deep it felt like a physical abyss. "Now you have to stay. Now you have to feel this with me. You can't escape this feeling. You can't unravel from this."
Kronii lifted Mumei's slight body, her form feeling heartbreakingly light and fragile in her arms. She carried her away from the scattered relics, toward a flat, soft patch of ground blanketed in velvety, emerald moss. The air in the pocket dimension was thick and heavy, smelling of old paper, loam, and the sharp, metallic tang of spent temporal energy.
Kronii laid Mumei down, her body pressing into the warm, yielding earth. She hovered over her, a desperate goddess looking down at her bound, gagged anchor the embodiment of the freedom she craved and the chaos she needed to control. The perfectionist in Kronii was utterly gone, replaced by a flawed, wounded animal demanding confirmation of its own existence.
Her hands moved with a furious, clumsy intent, tearing at the buckles and snaps of Mumei's simple uniform. The leather belt was quickly discarded, the signature coat tossed aside like a shed skin, revealing pale, untouched skin beneath. Kronii worked with the single minded focus of someone trying to build a shelter before a storm, stripping Mumei of her clothes and then, with equal recklessness, tearing away her own restrictive, frayed gear, until they were both bare to the humid, intimate air.
Skin to skin, Kronii pressed her full weight onto Mumei, kissing her again, this time with a rough, insistent force meant to dominate, not to caress. Mumei's body beneath her was soft, compliant, responding only with the restrained, frustrated hum behind the gag, a sound that drove Kronii further into her spiral. It was the sound of Mumei's silence a silence Kronii had manufactured, yet one she feared more than anything.
Kronii moved lower, her body a tempest of confusion and need. She trailed agonizingly slow, wet kisses down Mumei's throat, tasting the lingering salt of their shared timeline and the unique, dusty sweet flavor that was purely Mumei. Her own tears dripped onto Mumei's collarbone, tracing scalding paths down her pale skin. Kronii knew this was wrong, a violation of every principle she had ever stood for, but the alternative the complete and utter disappearance of this beloved variable was a cosmic terror she could not face.
She needed to write their bond into Mumei's physical being, somewhere deep that Mumei's mind, so prone to forgetfulness, couldn't reach. She needed a memory that resided purely in the flesh and sinew, a physical truth Mumei could never delete.
Gently, with a strange, incongruent care amidst the violence of her emotions, Kronii shifted Mumei onto her side. She used the soft moss and her own fingers to provide what little preparation she could manage, her touch a clumsy, jarring mix of force and a strange, reluctant tenderness. The focus was deliberate, raw, and invasive chosen for its sheer intimacy, for the feeling of total possession it promised. It was a final, non verbal scream of "You are here. You are mine. Stay."
With a final, ragged breath that was half a sob, Kronii initiated the breach.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming a painfully tight, burning pressure. Mumei's whole body arched, a sharp, choked noise of sudden, raw pain escaping through the gag, muffled but unmistakable. It was a sound that lanced through Kronii's soul. She froze, her vision blurring with fresh tears.
"Don't pull away," Kronii begged, her voice thick and broken, her lips pressed against the shell of Mumei's ear. "Please, please don't forget this. Don't forget me. I can't live in a timeline where you don't exist. I can't."
The initial resistance gave way. The sheer, tight pressure, the demanding, unfamiliar stretch, was a visceral, terrible reassurance that Mumei was, definitively, here. Kronii began to move, slow and hesitant at first, then gaining a frantic, desperate rhythm as six hundred cycles of fear and loss sought a physical outlet. The world outside the small, warm, clenching enclosure of Mumei's body ceased to exist. There was only this: the slap of skin, the ragged hitch of their breathing, the scent of sex and sorrow.
The rhythm built a frantic, uneven tempo dictated by Kronii's gasps and broken sobs. Mumei's hips rose slightly to meet the demanding thrusts, an involuntary, instinctual response to the intense, overwhelming sensation, even as her bound wrists tightened and her gagged mouth labored for breath. The feeling was all consuming: the deep, grinding invasion, the humid heat of their locked bodies, the smell of musk and temporal lightning. Every thrust was a declaration, a desperate attempt to overwrite Mumei's choice with Kronii's need.
Kronii's nails dug into the mossy ground beside Mumei's head, her perfect posture completely abandoned, her face a mess of tears and sweat. She was a portrait of divine ruin. She was nearing the point of final, agonizing climax, a moment of release that she knew would be instantly followed by the shattering realization of what she had done.
"Mumei, look at me," Kronii choked out, her voice barely a whisper against the frantic pounding of her own heart. She needed to see recognition in those eyes, needed one final confirmation. "Tell me you remember. Tell me you won't leave again."
Mumei's wide, watery eyes, framed by the cruel leather, reflected nothing but the terrible storm of Kronii's despair. Yet, as the final, violent tremors of Kronii's release overtook her, wracking her body with uncontrollable shudders, Kronii finally, completely broke. The force of her climax was immediately followed by a tsunami of absolute, crippling guilt and grief. She collapsed entirely, her strength evaporating, and rested her head heavily against Mumei's damp, trembling shoulder, weeping uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry," she wept, the words meaningless, muffled against the soft, cool skin of Mumei's neck. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I needed you to stay. I needed... to feel you here." Her entire body shook with the force of her regret. She was no longer the Warden of Time, but a broken, crying girl, lost in the vastness of her own creation.
In the sudden, heavy silence that followed, punctuated only by Kronii's ragged sobs, Mumei's eyes closed. Two silent, crystalline tears finally slipped from beneath her lids, tracing paths down her temples and disappearing into the dark moss.
Kronii, sensing the profound emotional shift, reached up with a trembling, ashamed hand. Her fingers, which had been so sure in their violence, now fumbled clumsily with the buckle of the gag. She had to hear her voice, even if it was a scream of hatred. She had to face the consequence of her despair.
She undid the leather, letting it fall away from Mumei's bruised, reddened mouth. Mumei's lips were parted, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps as she swallowed the fresh air. She looked utterly ravaged physically violated, emotionally exhausted, a precious artifact handled with brutal force.
Kronii waited, braced for the furious rejection, the cold accusation that would shatter her completely.
Mumei's voice, when it came, was a raw, wet whisper, thick with her own pain and unshed tears.
"Oh, Kronii…" she sobbed, finally giving in to her crying, the tears streaming freely down her face to mix with Kronii's on her skin. The sound was not accusatory, but infinitely mournful, filled with a shared, devastating understanding.
Then, she did something that stole the last remaining air from Kronii's lungs. She pulled her hips up slightly, pressing her body against the fading, sore sensation of the intrusion, a gesture of terrible, fragile, profound intimacy. She turned her head, looking directly into Kronii's shattered, terrified eyes.
"You don't have to do this, Kronii," she whispered, her voice breaking. "All you need to do is ask me to remind you how to love yourself before you break the universe trying to love me."
The statement hung in the heavy, humid air a truth so simple and pure that it cut deeper than any forced intimacy ever could. Mumei hadn't been fighting the physical act; she had been grieving, in her passive, accepting way, the collapse of the constant she loved. She had been waiting for the storm to pass, for the real Kronii to emerge from the tempest of her own fear.
Kronii's breath hitched in a final, broken sob. The words dismantled her completely. She finally slid off Mumei, collapsing fully onto the damp moss beside her, the last of her temporal energy draining away, leaving them both shivering, and utterly vulnerable in the sacred stillness of the forgotten pocket dimension.
For a long time, they just lay there, side by side, the only sound their slowly synchronizing breathing and the gentle, almost imperceptible hum of the dimension itself. The rage was gone. The desperation was spent. All that remained was a vast, quiet emptiness and the raw, tender truth between them.
Then, Mumei shifted. With some difficulty, her wrists still bound, she rolled onto her side to face Kronii. Her eyes, though red rimmed, were clear and filled with a gentle, unwavering light.
"Kronii," she said softly. "My hands."
"Oh… gods." Shame flooded Kronii anew. She scrambled to sit up, her fingers trembling as she worked at the knot behind Mumei's back. The leather strap fell away, and she watched, heart aching, as Mumei brought her freed hands in front of her, rubbing at the red marks on her wrists.
Before Kronii could spiral into another apology, Mumei reached out. Her touch was feather light, her cool fingers gently cupping Kronii's tear stained cheeks. She moved Kronii's face, forcing their gazes to meet.
"We can start all over again," Mumei whispered, a tiny, hopeful smile touching her lips. "Okay?"
And then she leaned in, and she kissed her.
It was nothing like the desperate, punishing kisses from before. This was soft. A question, not a demand. A gentle re introduction of their souls. It was slow, and tender, and it held all the forgiveness Kronii could never have asked for. When Mumei pulled back, her eyes were shining.
"Do me gentlier this time, my love," she breathed, her voice a hushed promise. "You can have all of me. You always could. You just had to ask."
A fresh wave of tears, these of relief and overwhelming love, welled in Kronii's eyes. She nodded, unable to speak, and leaned in to kiss Mumei again, pouring every ounce of her regret and devotion into it.
This time, it was different. The frantic energy was replaced by a slow, worshipful reverence. Kronii's kisses trailed from Mumei's lips to her jaw, then down the column of her throat, where she laved gently at the faint red marks her desperation had left. Her hands, which had torn and grabbed, now roamed with a delicate, rediscovering touch. They slid over Mumei's shoulders, down her sides, coming to rest on the gentle swell of her breasts. She massaged them softly, her thumbs circling the pebbling peaks, eliciting a soft, genuine sigh of pleasure from Mumei.
It was a sound of healing.
But then, Mumei's hands came up, covering Kronii's, stilling them. "Kronii," she said softly.
Kronii immediately pulled back, fear flashing in her eyes. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I "
"No, no, shhh," Mumei soothed, shaking her head. "You didn't hurt me. It's just… you did me earlier. Quite… thoroughly." A faint blush colored her cheeks. "My love… can I do you this time?"
Kronii was utterly taken aback. The suggestion, so shyly offered, sent a jolt of surprise and warmth through her. A blush spread across her own face, heating her skin. For so long, she had been the one in control, the one giving orders, the constant. To relinquish that, to be vulnerable in this new way… it was terrifying. And yet, the look in Mumei's eyes was so full of love and a quiet, determined desire that she found herself nodding.
"I… yes," Kronii whispered, her voice hoarse. "Yes, Mumei. Please."
A beautiful, radiant smile broke out on Mumei's face. She sat up, wincing only slightly, and gestured for Kronii to stay still. "Then let me take care of you. You've been taking care of everything for so long."
With a tenderness that made Kronii's heart ache, Mumei began to remove the last remnants of Kronii's clothing, which she had only half discarded earlier. As more skin was revealed, Mumei's expression shifted from desire to a deep, sad concern. Her fingers traced the lines of Kronii's ribs, more prominent than they should be, over the taut plane of her stomach.
"Kronii," she said, her voice laced with a sudden, heartbreaking sadness. "Why are you not taking care of yourself?"
Kronii looked away, ashamed. "I… I wasn't hungry. Time doesn't require sustenance in the same way. And I was… busy."
"Busy breaking yourself," Mumei corrected gently, her hand flattening against Kronii's abdomen. "You're thinner. I can feel it. But…" her fingers drifted over the firm, defined muscle of Kronii's arm, "…the strength is still here. The Warden is still in there. You just let her get lost." She leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Kronii's shoulder. "We can't have that. I need my Warden. The universe needs her. I need her."
The words, so full of unwavering faith, began to stitch back together pieces of Kronii that she thought were forever shattered.
Once Kronii was completely naked, Mumei sat back on her heels and looked at her, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Uhm, Kronii? Can you sit? It will be very hard for me to kiss you properly if you're standing. You do realize I'm shorter than you, right?" she said, the tease a familiar, welcome balm.
A genuine, watery chuckle escaped Kronii's lips. It felt strange and wonderful. "Of course. Forgive my lack of foresight." She shifted, moving to sit on a nearby, smooth topped rock that rose from the moss, its surface still warm from the dimension's ambient energy.
Mumei smiled, a mischievous glint in her owl like eyes. She knelt on the soft moss in front of Kronii, placing her hands on Kronii's knees. "That's better." Her gaze was warm, adoring, and full of a newfound confidence. "Now, my love… can you open your legs for me? And arch your back just a little?"
Kronii's blush deepened, a fresh wave of shyness overcoming her. But she trusted Mumei implicitly. She did as she was asked, parting her legs and leaning back on her hands, presenting herself to Mumei's gaze. The air felt cool on her heated, slick flesh.
Mumei's eyes darkened with desire. "So beautiful," she murmured, and then she lunged forward.
There was no hesitation. Her mouth found Kronii's wet core with an eager, devoted hunger. The first touch of her tongue, hot and clever, against Kronii's slick folds made Kronii jolt and cry out, a sharp, unbidden moan tearing from her throat. It had been so long since she had been touched with love, with purpose. Mumei's tongue was an explorer, mapping her terrain with lavish attention, circling her entrance before zeroing in on her clit with devastating precision.
"Mumei!" Kronii gasped, her back arching off the rock without her consent. Her hands flew to Mumei's head, not to push her away, but to hold her there, her fingers tangling in the soft brown hair.
Mumei hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers of pure pleasure up Kronii's spine. She nibbled gently on the hypersensitive nub, teasing it with her lips and teeth, before sealing her mouth over it and sucking rhythmically. While her mouth worked its magic, her hand came up, and she slowly, carefully, inserted one finger inside Kronii's tight, clutching heat.
Kronii sobbed, the sensation overwhelming. It was fullness, it was friction, it was a homecoming she hadn't known she was yearning for. Mumei's finger curled, searching, and then a second joined it, stretching her exquisitely.
"Please… oh, please…" Kronii begged, unsure what she was even asking for.
Mumei seemed to know. Her tongue delved lower, lapping at her own fingers as they moved in and out, the wet, filthy, wonderful sound echoing in the quiet space. She was exploring Kronii from the inside, her clever tongue tracing the rim of her entrance before plunging in to taste her more deeply. And then, Mumei's fingers found it a rough, ridged spot inside her that, when rubbed, made stars explode behind Kronii's eyelids.
"There! Mumei, right there!" Kronii cried out, her body bowing. Mumei redoubled her efforts, rubbing that spot with relentless, knowing circles while her mouth continued its sinful assault on her clit. The triple sensation the licking, the sucking, the internal massage was too much. It was a symphony of pleasure, conducted by Mumei's loving mouth and hands.
Kronii could feel the tension coiling tight in her belly, a supernova begging for release. "Mumei, I'm… I'm cumming!" she warned, her voice a strangled scream.
Mumei didn't pull away. She pressed her face deeper, drinking every drop of Kronii's release as she shuddered and convulsed through the most powerful, cathartic orgasm of her eternal life. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body, until she was boneless and gasping, slumped against the rock.
Slowly, Mumei pulled back, her chin glistening. She looked up at Kronii, her eyes dazed with love and satisfaction, and she swallowed. A slow, proud smile spread across her face.
"You taste timeless, my love," she whispered, her voice husky. "I've missed this. I've missed you."
As Kronii tried to catch her breath, Mumei conjured something into her hand. It was an artifact, sleek and alien, made of a warm, pearlescent material. It was a Feeldoe, a double ended toy from some forgotten civilization that valued shared pleasure.
"I found this," Mumei said, holding it up shyly. "It's an artifact. It can make us one, my love. And I… I want you to wear it. I want you to use it on me."
Kronii recognized the design. It was meant for two women to join as one, a symbol of unity and mutual pleasure. Her heart swelled.
Mumei's blush deepened. "Uhm… I want you to own me, Kronii. Use this to explore every part of me. I want to be yours. I want to… to pay my debt for leaving you before."
"Mumei, there is no debt," Kronii said firmly, finding her voice. "There never was."
"Then let me give you this," Mumei insisted, her eyes pleading. "As a gift. As a new beginning."
She carefully fitted the base of the toy into Kronii's still sensitive entrance. As it slid home, a strange, magical symbiosis occurred; the toy seemed to fuse with her, becoming a seamless, living part of her. The shaft stood proud from her body, and Kronii gasped at the strange, full feeling, at the sense of power it gave her.
Then, Mumei did something utterly unexpected. She leaned forward and, with a look of pure adoration, began to lick and stroke the head of the toy. Kronii cried out, the sensation echoing directly through her own nerves. It felt as if Mumei's mouth was on her, on a part of her she never knew she had. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle suck, sent jolts of electricity straight to Kronii's core.
"Mumei… I can't… it's too much…" Kronii panted, her hips bucking. The stimulation was so intense, so direct, that she felt another orgasm building already, fast and furious. With a sharp cry, she came again, her fluids slicking the toy further, her body trembling with the force of it.
Mumei gulped down what she could, then sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked utterly debauched and utterly beautiful. She moved to sit on the soft moss floor, then arched her back, widening her legs and using her own fingers to coat her entrance with her slickness.
"Kronii, my love," she coaxed, her voice dripping with need. "Can you put that in me? Please?"
The sight of Mumei, open and wanting, offering herself so completely, was the most beautiful thing Kronii had ever seen. She slid off the rock and knelt before her, positioning the head of the toy at Mumei's dripping core. She pushed in slowly, a gasp escaping both of them as the tip breached her tight, welcoming heat.
A single tear traced a path down Mumei's cheek. Kronii froze, her eyes wide with worry.
"Are you okay? Is this okay, Mumei?"
Mumei smiled through the tear. "It's okay, my love. It's just… it's been a while. And this one is… quite different. You're huge right now," she said with a breathless laugh. "So it might take a moment. But continue. Alright? I want all of you."
Emboldened, Kronii pushed forward, slowly, steadily, until she was fully sheathed inside the woman she loved. They both groaned in unison. The feeling was indescribable. Through the toy, Kronii could feel every clench and flutter of Mumei's inner muscles, a feedback loop of pure, shared sensation.
"Mumei," Kronii breathed, her voice full of awe. "You're so warm. So perfect. This feels… I don't know how to explain it. It feels like we're finally one circuit. One complete loop."
"You're filling me, my love," Mumei moaned, her head falling back. "Can you… can you move? Slowly?"
Kronii did. She began a slow, deep, rocking rhythm. But her body, starved for this connection for so long, craved more. The pace began to quicken, the thrusts becoming more urgent, more powerful. Mumei gasped with each one, her moans weaving a symphony of pleasure around them.
"Kronii… you feel so good," Mumei panted, her nails digging into Kronii's arms. "It's so much better than… than touching myself with the thought of you."
Kronii stilled for a moment, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the overwhelming pleasure. "Hmm? Is that so? So you do think of me that way? And to think you tried to escape me… was that a lie?"
Mumei had the decency to look sheepish, even in her ecstasy. "No! It's not a lie that I left. I had no choice, I thought it was for the best. But… I did miss you. A lot. And I… I tried to touch myself with the thought of you when I was alone. I couldn't help it." She looked up, her eyes clear and full of a truth that finally matched Kronii's. "I love you, Kronii. I've always loved you. I was just afraid my love would fade, and that would hurt you more."
The confession, given so freely in the midst of their joining, healed the last of Kronii's fractures. "Oh, Mumei," she whispered, her thrusts becoming tender again. "My love could never fade. It's a fixed point. The one constant in all of creation. I love you."
They moved together then, not as warden and prisoner, not as predator and prey, but as partners. As equals. Their banter turned to breathless praises, their flirtation to whispered promises of forever.
"Kronii," Mumei gasped, her nails digging into Kronii's arms. "Something's… I'm about to cum."
"Me too," Kronii groaned, the pressure building at the base of her spine, amplified by the toy and the feeling of Mumei tightening around her. "Mumei, I'm going to "
"Do it inside me," Mumei begged, her eyes locking with Kronii's. "Let's do it together. I want to be filled by you, my love. I want to feel you."
That was all the permission Kronii needed. Her movements became frantic, a final, glorious race to the peak. They cried out in unison, their bodies seizing as their climaxes crashed over them simultaneously. Kronii felt her release, and then felt a gush of warmth from Mumei that was more than just her own Mumei was squirting, her body convulsing violently around the toy, her pleasure so intense it manifested physically.
They collapsed together onto the moss, a tangled, breathless, sated heap. Kronii, careful of the toy, rolled them onto their sides, holding Mumei close, her face buried in the crook of Mumei's neck, inhaling her scent. They lay like that for what felt like a small eternity, simply breathing, feeling the other's heart slow its frantic beat.
After a few minutes, Mumei stirred. She put a hand on Kronii's head, playing idly with her blue hair.
"Kronii?" she murmured, her voice sleepy and content.
"Hmm?"
"I want more."
Kronii chuckled, a low, tired sound. "You're insatiable."
"I've had six hundred cycles to make up for," Mumei retorted playfully. Then her voice dropped to a shy, coaxing whisper. "But… I want you to put it in my other entrance this time."
Kronii pulled back to look at her, baffled. "Which entrance?"
Mumei's blush was adorable. "You know… back there."
Understanding dawned, and with it, concern. "Mumei, are you sure? After… after what I did before?"
"I'm sure," Mumei said, her expression determined. "I want you to fill me and own me completely. And… I want to try it, too. I've read a lot of stuff about it, you know? It piques my curiosity. Since, ya know, the majority seems to like it?" she added, her tone turning teasing and shy.
Kronii couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright. Whatever you say is my command." She positioned herself behind Mumei, who got on her hands and knees. Kronii prepared the toy again, using her own saliva and the copious fluids already there to slick it thoroughly. She positioned the head at Mumei's tight, rosebud entrance.
"Ready?" Kronii whispered.
"Ready," Mumei breathed, bracing herself.
Kronii pushed, slowly, so slowly. Mumei gasped, her fingers clenching in the sheets as the slick, rounded tip began to press past her initial resistance. It was an intense, stretching sensation, so different from being filled in her front.
"Breathe, my little owl," Kronii murmured, her voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of sensation. She kept one hand firmly on Mumei's hip, holding her in place, while the other guided the toy with painstaking care. "Just breathe through it. There you go..."
Mumei let out a shaky exhale she didn't realize she was holding, and as she relaxed, Kronii pushed forward another inch. A sharp, bright spark of pleasure pain made Mumei's eyes flutter shut. "K Kronii..."
"I know," Kronii soothed, leaning over to press a kiss between Mumei's shoulder blades, not ceasing her slow, relentless advance. "You're taking it so well. You're being so good for me."
The praise sank into Mumei's skin, warming her from the inside out. The initial sting was already transforming, melting into a deep, full feeling that was overwhelmingly intimate. Kronii bottomed out, the base of the toy flush against her, and they both stilled for a moment, panting.
"F full," Mumei whimpered, her head dropping forward. "So full..."
Kronii ran a reverent hand down Mumei's spine. "You feel incredible," she whispered, her own voice thick with desire. "Now, just feel."
She began to move, starting with shallow, gentle thrusts that made Mumei see stars. Each movement sent ripples of sensation through her, a dual awareness of the toy within her and the friction against her most sensitive spot from beneath. The world narrowed to the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of their coupling, and the exquisite friction building deep inside her.
"Is this... is this what you wanted?" Kronii asked, her rhythm steady and deep.
"Y yes! More... please, more," Mumei begged, her politeness shattering under the waves of pleasure.
A wicked grin touched Kronii's lips. "As you wish." She shifted her angle slightly, deepening her thrusts, and Mumei cried out as the toy brushed against a spot inside her that made her entire body jolt.
"T there! Right there!" she sobbed, her composure completely gone.
Kronii focused on that angle, her thrusts becoming faster, more powerful, driving Mumei relentlessly towards the edge. The pressure coiled tight in her core, a spring wound to its breaking point. With a final, deep thrust and Kronii's voice in her ear growling, "Come for me, Mumei," she shattered.
Her climax crashed over her, a silent, screaming wave that tore through her, leaving her trembling and boneless against the sheets. Kronii held her through it, whispering sweet praises until the last tremor subsided.
Slowly, carefully, Kronii withdrew the toy and gathered the spent Guardian into her arms, turning her over and cradling her against her chest. Mumei nuzzled into her, utterly wrecked and completely content.
"See?" Mumei mumbled into Kronii's skin, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. A drowsy, triumphant smile graced her lips. "I told you I could take it."
Kronii laughed, a soft, adoring sound that vibrated through her chest and into Mumei. She pressed a long, lingering kiss to Mumei's sweat damp forehead. "You never cease to amaze me," she whispered into her skin, the words a sacred vow.
As Mumei's breathing evened out, drifting towards sleep, Kronii's Warden instincts took over. Gently, she untangled their limbs. She focused, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied the very fabric of this strange pocket of reality they were in a place where the concept of a movie's life was as tangible as stone. She reached into its rules, its definitions of comfort and rest, and with a subtle pulse of her power, she conjured.
A large, plush bed manifested beside them, its sheets looking impossibly soft under the dim, ambient light. It was a perfect replica of the one in her own chambers, a piece of home woven from borrowed concepts.
"My brave little owl," she murmured, carefully gathering the completely spent Mumei into her arms. Mumei made a soft, protesting noise at being moved, nuzzling instinctively into the crook of Kronii's neck. Kronii's heart swelled. She laid her down on the fresh sheets with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics.
Next, she conjured a basin of warm water and a soft, clean towel. Kneeling beside the bed, she began the tender work of aftercare. She started with Mumei's inner thighs, gently wiping away the evidence of their passion that still glistened on her skin. A soft, fond smile touched Kronii's lips at the sight; a visceral reminder of the intimacy they had just shared. She was meticulous, cleaning the toy as well, placing it aside before turning her attention to herself.
Finally clean, she extinguished the basin and slid into the bed beside Mumei. The Guardian was already deep in sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Kronii shifted onto her side, propping her head on her hand. With her other hand, she reached out and gently cupped Mumei's cheek, turning her face just enough so she could see her fully in the quiet gloom.
The sight stole the breath from her lungs. Here she was. After eons of searching through crumbling timelines and forgotten narratives, she had found her again. Her Mumei. Not a memory, not a ghost, but warm, living, breathing flesh. A single, traitorous tear escaped the corner of Kronii's eye, tracing a silent path down her temple and into her hairline. She didn't bother to wipe it away.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Mumei's forehead in a kiss so soft it was barely a touch. A kiss of gratitude, of homecoming, of a love that had stubbornly refused to be erased by time itself.
"Found you," she breathed into the silent space between them.
Then, she buried her face in the familiar, comforting scent of Mumei's neck, wrapped her arms around her, and held on as if she were the only anchor in a swirling cosmos. And for Kronii, in that moment, she was. With a final, contented sigh, she let sleep claim her, too, finally at peace.