Chapter 1 - The anti-viking coalition (MxF, FxF)

Lord Aiair of the Shattered Fist Legion pored over piles of viking maps and reports, trying to make sense of their archaic language of which he only had a rudimentary understanding. As per usual, the Highlords sitting deep in Legion lands insisted on micromanaging every aspect of the Legion’s campaigns. Which wouldn’t have been a major problem if they were actually competent. A legion marches at 22 miles a day, assuming flat terrain, full supplies, and no ambuses, orders had said. “Which means a legion marches 8 miles a day at best,” he muttered. The battles being fought 300 miles past the border of knight territory, effectively making both their orders and the information upon which those orders were based long outdated by the time they arrived. However, there were still certain aspects of his war that were made easier by his superior’s distance and stupidity. Like his new, unconventional allies, for example.

A hand grabbed the Warden’s shoulder, and he turned to face his partner-in-crime. Shai, the master Orochi, lord of the Shu’s Hand army looked up at him. And she did have to tilt her head up to look him in the eye, a good 5 inches of height separated them. They both wore simple tunics and pants, armor being a huge bother for doing anything outside of fighting. “What’s the situation? Our next move?” she asked. The Shu Han army had been allied with the Shattered Fist Legion for the past 3 years in their campaign against the Storm-Raven-Flame viking alliance, 3 viking tribes that joined forces when pressed by the Samurai from the east and Knights from the west. Sensing their mutually assured destruction, they set aside their differences and banded together. Seeing strength in unity, more and more minor viking tribes joined them, bolstering their ranks, until they became a dominant power once again. When Shai and Altair learned that they had both been given orders to destroy this new alliance by by their respective superiors, it was simple logic to ally their armies together. Of course, their superiors wouldn’t see it that way, but crushing the Viking alliance while taking minimal losses would certainly grant them enough renown to escape punishment. The campaign had dragged on for 3 years now, but due to the cautious pace at which they advanced, each battle had been swift, decisive victories that resulted in very few casualties. In fact, Aiair remembered, it was exactly 3 years ago on this day that the Shattered Fist attacked Ravenholt Keep from the west, while Shu’s Hand stormed in the from the east in the first battle of this war. The Vikings were routed easily, and in a spiderman_pointing_at_spiderman.jpg moment, the two armies realized they shared a common goal. The Shattered Hand alliance was formed on that day, with the single purpose of destroying their common enemy. 

And now it was almost over. They had just captured the viking’s last major outpost, and it was in the command room that Aiair and Shai stood, reading reports and preparing their next move. Unfortunately, winter was setting in, and due to Command’s micalculations in marching speed, they couldn’t risk laying siege over an unpredictable winter in a foreign land. “Our best bet is probably to hold up here for the next couple months until the winter passes. There are only two directions from which we could be attacked: here, and there,” he pointed on the map. “Both easily defendable. They weren’t expecting us to strike so damn fast, the stores are still loaded with more than enough food to last our armies if we ration and take advantage of some foraging and game. We sit tight, give the boys some much needed r&r, and we march in the spring with fresh troops.” 

Shai stepped back and thought. “Hmmm. Sounds good, as long as we can hold out here without too much effort.”

“Trust me, this fortress is very well placed and very well built, we only took it so easily due to their unpreparedness,” Aiair asserted. “We place some scouts, traps, and watchtowers, we could hole up here for a very, very long time. Once the snow melts, we march on their last stronghold and finish the fight.”

Shai nodded and walked out to give the orders, Aiair following her. He met back up with his troops and captains waiting outside in the courtyard and started barking orders. “Captain Magrath, Captain Wilhelm, set up patrols and scout rotations for the two roads leading into this fort. Captain James, check the size of the barracks and get some more temporary shelters set up. For all we know, we could be in for a week-long blizzard starting tomorrow, and I want every soldier in a warm building before then. Captain Taylor, take Li with you to the storeroom. Don’t forget, both of you need to sign off on the inventory sheet to make sure the supplies are being shared properly.” It was just a formality, really. After three years of shared struggles, no one wanted to strain their alliance with something as trivial as taking too much loot. His captains scattered, and he looked around. Finished with her orders, Shai nodded at him, and they headed back to their respective seconds, Yan the Nobushi and Ellea the Conqueror. 

The viking fortress was little more than wooden walls with a few integrated buildings surrounding a large courtyard. The joint army had lit some fires and were unloading baggage trains when the commanders arrived. There was a general sense of optimism in the air, as the campaign had been going well, and the troops were eager. They found Ellea seated around a firepit, sewing a leather strap on her armor that had been damaged in the fighting earlier. 

“The dead are being buried and the wounded treated in the barracks, as you requested. Food’s cooking, morale is up, everything seems pretty damn good,” she said as they approached, without looking up.

“Good, good.” Shai sat next to her on the bench and poked around the fire. Aiair was about to join them, when a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Yan’s mask sported a demonic visage painted on, which would have scared Aiair if she didn’t have lovely, kind eyes that completely ruined the cruel-looking painting. He grabbed her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, bring her face only an inch from his own.

“It’s been a few months since we’ve spent any quality time together.” Yan was much taller than Shai, and only had to lean forwards to whisper to Aiair. “You’re just always so busy.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” he lifted her mask just a bit, enough to expose the lower half of her face. The skin of her face was pale and soft, hidden behind a mask for most of her battles. Her lips were lucious and enticing. He closed the distance and kissed her softly. Just a quick peck, but goddamn he wanted more. “But we should be a bit more relaxed now. The armies can’t advance during the winter, so we’ve really nothing to do for the next couple months except enjoy each other’s company.”

Yan excitedly peeled off her mask and dropped it to the ground, before wrapping Aiair in her warm embrace. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. “Such a romantic honeymoon, Warden-Kun. I’ve always wanted to vacation in a viking fort!”

He laughed and held her for a little longer. Her armor was in a pile nearby, and with just regular clothes on, he could feel all of the soft curves of her body underneath it. Honeymoon? Oh that’s right. Their very first encounter, the Battle of Ravenholt Keep, was exactly 3 years ago. Aiair recalled back to that day.

He knew there were Samurai forces in the area, but since they weren’t his target, he sent out standing orders for his troops not to engage them unless attacked first. Later, he found out the Samurai were under similar orders by Shai. In his first foray as commander, he foolishly leaped headfirst into the fray, desperate to lead by example and inspire confidence. Stupidly in the din and chaos of battle, he lost track of where he was and found himself surrounded by 3 elite vikings. He managed to kill two of them (this was before revenge nerfs), but the third, the warlord, got in a solid blow with his shield. As he lay on the ground, gasping through broken ribs, he watched the warlord raise his sword, readying a finishing blow. He didn’t close his eyes, ready to show the pagan how a Christian fought and died, but death never came. Instead, a small blade exploded from the viking’s throat in a spray of blood, and the warlord collapsed. In his stead, framed by the midday sun, was a robed Samurai. She leaned down and extended her arm to help him up, without hesitation, as if they were formal allies. Instead of letting her pull him up, however, he grabbed her by the wrist firmly and yanked her roughly on top of him as a stray crossbow bolt ripped through the space that her head occupied not a second earlier. As they lay there, gasping for breath, they made eye contact through a layer of steel helmet and wood mask, and something sparked between them. 

After the vikings fled, Yan, he learned her name was, helped patch him up. He later met her older sister Shai, the lead samurai commander. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say their saving each other’s lives created a much closer alliance between their forces than what would otherwise been achieved. After the specifics of their partnership were ironed out, Yan put his arm around her shoulders and she helped him to the commander’s quarters in Ravenholt Keep. She watched him change out of his armor, helped him into bed, but instead of leaving, she locked the door, stripped out of her armor, and got into bed with him. His eyes drank up the sight of her curvaceous figure and they made sweet, glorious love all night. Or would have, at least, if Aiair didn’t yelp in pain every time she touched him. After a frustrating half hour, she just laid with him instead, cuddling and kissing. He took it easy for the next few days, recovering quickly as the two forces organized how best to incorporate their strengths and cover each others’ weaknesses. Those first few days with Yan were pure bliss, as they talked all day and fucked all night. And now, three years later, they were still a perfect couple, both of them kind and compassionate souls, and their love only blossomed further as they fought battles and endured hardships side by side, back to back. Truth was, Aiair dreaded the day their campaign finished, as he would be recalled to Legion lands, most certainly never to see his beloved again. The winter was blessing for him, dragging the war on another few months at least.

Snapping back to the present, he whispered in Yan’s ear. “If you really want to make up for some lost time, we could just leave now. The warlords’ rooms are fairly isolated.”

Her eyes shined with excitement. “But what about your command?”

Aiair turned towards Ellea. “I gotta take care of something important, can you take command for patrol assignments and whatnot tonight?” Soldiers, trained to always take orders, would often come running with the most mundane bullshit imaginable, and as such, a superior usually stayed on watch to coordinate their orders. 

Ellea laughed. “Fuck you, dumbass, we all know exactly who you’ll be taking care of.” She flipped him off while giving Yan a wink. Being a criminal raised on stealing and cheating, like all the Conquerors, Ellea gave not a single flying fuck about Aiair’s rank.

Yan blushed and turned away, and Aiair smiled. “Thanks. I owe you.”

As they turned and walked away, Ellea called after them, “You’re fucking right you do!” She turned back to her armor repairs, and continued chatting with Shai. 

Supper was finished, and they ate together, talking and laughing. Though a high class master Samurai, prim and proper with a dainty upbringing, Shai learned to take Ellea’s dirty language into stride, doing her best not to let her be of any influence. It really was a breath of fresh air. Too long she’d spent communicating in the flowery script of her upbringing, hollow words with no purpose. But Ellea was brutally honest, and didn’t care about feelings. If she had a problem, she’d definitely let you know, and in some ways, Shai loved it. Often while Aiair and Yan ran off, Shai and Ellea would be left behind to run affairs, which was fine by them; both being a good few years older than their counterparts. And now, they too were good friends, through not because of shitty cliched writing.

A few hours later, the captains assigned to inventory came up to Shai and Ellea. “We finished inventorying the stores, but we’ve gotten word that there's a hidden cellar with more supplies on the western corner. Should we-”

Shai cut him off and grabbed the clipboard. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it. You guys get some rest, we’ve been sitting here on our asses all day.” She turned and beckoned to Ellea, who pretended not to hear. She would bitch and moan about doing unnecessary work the whole time, but rules were rules and she’d come along in the end. Ellea muttered a string of curses under her breath while kicking some dirt into the fire, and sauntered after Shai. 
“You really need me to babysit you?” she complained as they walked together. “I’m still hungry.”

When they reached the cellar door, Shai turned to her. “Truth is, I wanted to ask you about something in private,” she explained as they stepped inside. 

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Yan groaned as she tilted her head back, Aiair kissing her neck and collar, giving gentle bites. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he lifted her off the ground by her butt with his strong arms. Slowly, they stumbled towards the bed before he lowered themselves onto it. Staying on top of her, Aiair began undoing the buttons of her tunic, continuing to plant soft kisses against her lithe neck. Yan put her hands on the top of Aiair’s head and caressed his head and hair. She loved her gentle Warden-kun. Being the second daughter of her noble family, she never really considered men or love, only knowing she would eventually marry some fat stupid noble as a political token. Thus, she really had no problems giving herself up to Aiair, who was a finer man than she originally dared dream. Fit and handsome, she felt a pang of jealousy at the Legion woman that would eventually marry him, and love him openly in a way she could only wish for. 

Finally, the buttons on her top undone, and her large, pale breasts exposed, she felt Aiair’s cold, rough hands grope and massage her bust. Aiair was already bare-chested, having thrown off his shirt in a hurry earlier. With one hand toying with her beautiful breasts, he reached his other hand down her underclothes and rubbed against her clit. Yan moaned again, a deep, sweet sound that drove Aiair further. Her honeypot was completely soaked, and Aiair brought his wet fingers up to Yan, who licked them sultrily. “Mmmmmmm,” she sighed. “Come here.”  She grabbed the back of his head, brought him down, and kissed him. Their lips pressed together hard, while she invaded his mouth with her tongue, pushing back against his own. Yan’s eyes were closed, but Aiair’s wasn’t. He drank in the sight of her feminine features, rosy cheeks, and panicked breathing, desperately clinging to him, and it was heavenly. He felt their tongues collide, and offered some resistance, pushing himself into her mouth instead.

Yan couldn’t hold her lust back any longer. A fire burned hot in her nethers, and she wanted him. Now.

She pulled her mouth from Aiair, gasping for breath. A small string of saliva connected their lips. She beckoned for him to lie down on the bed next to her. Once he did, she undid the strings to his trousers and pulled them off, along with his underwear. Restraints removed, his erect john-thomas sprung out. Yan looked at it with big eyes, completely overtaken by love and lust. “Aaaaahhh, Warden-kun, your ...longsword feels so nice,” Yan sighed as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and rubbed the round cockhead against her cheek. Aiair reached down and ran his hands through her disheveled hair, eliciting a giggle from lovely woman. With her pretty face and sultry voice, she really was just too sexy for him to resist in any capacity. Yan looked up and made eye contact as she began to work her magic on his shaft.

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“I don’t know if I should let them continue,” Shai said, pursing through the shelves and barrels of viking foodstuffs. “Sure, they seem happy with each other, and Yan’s never had a chance for romance, but …” she trailed off when she realized Ellea was sitting on a bench, stuffing her face with a large garlic sausage (an actual pork sausage, you dirty fucks). 

Ellea looked up at Shai. “Yeah? You think that he’s taking advantage of her?” She put down the half-eaten kielbasa and walked up to Shai. Patting the slimmer woman on the back, she laughed. “Aiair’s the goodest little boy you’ve ever seen. So kind and nice to everyone, I heard his own parents were afraid people would take advantage of him, if anything. You’ve absolutely nothing to worry about. The way they stare into each other's eyes, you can tell everything else just disappears, nothing else matters to them in the moment except their love. I could almost swoon at how cute they are together. It’s just sooooo dreamy.” She closed her eyes and sighed happily just thinking of it.

Shai pushed her off. “I know, you’ve told me before, it’s just … I don’t even know what.” She shook her head. “I feel responsible for her, whatever happens. Our parents were too busy to ever teach us anything other than war, so many aspects of life I’ve had to teach her, despite just barely figuring it out myself. I’m an unmarried woman with ...problems of my own, but something just doesn’t feel right to me.” 

“You feel like a protector for her, and don’t like the idea of handing her off to someone else.” Ellea really did have a talent for putting difficult feelings into words. “I know. Sometimes I feel the same way about Aiair myself. I really don’t know why I would, I’ve only known him for the duration of this campaign.” She laughed. “Truth is, I know exactly what’s bugging you. You’re jealous, just a little. You want someone to love and adore you the way he does her” She turned towards Shai. “And I guess it’s my fault you would feel that way.”

Ellea clutched Shai’s face by her cheeks and pulled her into a deep kiss. Shai put her arms around the european woman and pressed her body close. Ellea was also short, and their bodies fit together perfectly. After a few seconds, Shai pulled away. “I still need to finish this inventory, we can continue later.”

Ellea smirked, grabbed Shai by the shoulders, spun, slammed her into the wall. She used her thicker frame to easily pin the samurai down. She leaned just a hair’s breadth away from Shai and whispered, “fuck your inventory.” She planted a few kisses against Shai’s neck.

“It’s our goddamn honeymoon too,” Ellea murmured.

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Yan giggled as she flicked her tongue against Aiair’s length. Aiair closed his eyes and groaned, leaning back, letting the soft, warm pleasure of Yan’s movements wash over him. She was loving it. Having just bathed together before their copulating, her nostrils was filled with Aiair’s lovely scent. As she lowered herself further and further on his shaft, she swirled her tongue along it. Inch by inch, she sank her head down his delicious member. Once she got to the base, a good amount of Aiair was lodged in her throat, but she held on as long as she could, wanting to pleasure her lover as much as possible. Finally, she slipped it out with a pop, gasping for breath, nearly choking. Aiair sprung up, looking towards Yan with a worried gaze, but relaxed when she laughed and pushed him back. “I’m fine, Warden-kun, just lie down and let me take care of you,” she reassured him and smiled. 

She was just too damn beautiful, Aiair thought. Yan’s hair was a mess, saliva and pre-cum spilling from her mouth and covering her chin, with deep red marks all along her chin and collar from their copulations earlier. Her breasts hung in the air, and her lithe body was just gorgeous, all made even brighter by her beautiful smile. He wanted her so badly. He layed back down and relaxed, shocks of pleasure running up his spine again as she went back on his shaft. 

Taking a deep breath, Yan slammed her head down, taking Aiair’s entire length all the way into her. She concentrated and suppressed her gag reflex best she could. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding his slick member in and out her tight throat. Every few bobs, she would back of and take a few breaths before shoving herself back on his juicy meat. After a good while of intense deepthroating, she leaned back, breathing deeply, wiping fluids from her face. Aiair wanted to get up but as he moved, she pushed him back down. “Nuh-uh. I’ve a few more things I’m going to do first. You're gonna love it, Warden-kun, just relax.” She would have continued deepthroating him, but it was rather uncomfortable, and besides, she’d thought of something even better.

Recovered, Yan leant forwards again. This time, she pressed her round breasts together, sliding Aiair’s full mast in the valley of her bust. She rocked back and forth, squeezing tightly, as his cock abraded against her bountiful chest again and again. Yan kept the pace for a little while, not to fast, not too slow. She wanted to savor it, the feeling of his cock wet with her saliva rubbing in between her breasts was amazing. The fruits of her sexual labour were apparent as Aiair gave small moans with every move. She felt his body trembling beneath her, his ballsack filled with hot cream just begging to be drained. After a bit, she tilted herself forwards, giving the head of Aiair’s shaft a gentle suck every time it appeared between her breasts. The bitter taste of precum that leaked from the tip just encouraged her to continue. The extra sensation was too much, and Aiair groaned as he reached his climax. With one more push, thick ropes of cum splattered Yan’s chin, neck, and breasts. She quickly wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked hard, trying to squeeze out as much as she possibly could. More spurts of cum landed on her nose and cheeks, filling her nostrils with his musky odor. Having not released in quite some time, they were both unprepared for the amount of semen he would produce, and Yan’s upper chest, neck, and bottom half of her face was completely covered. She’d taken copius loads from him before, but never so much at once. Covered in white cream, Yan laughed and smeared it around, a shiny layer forming on her. The bits that got in her mouth didn't taste good at all, but she knew how sexy she looked covered in warm cream, and how much he loved seeing he like that.

“Mmmmmm, maybe I should have been ...taking care of you more often,” Yan didn’t break eye contact with her lover as she teased him. She grabbed a fur blanket that was hanging nearby and cleaned herself up best she could. She threw the ruined thing into the fireplace before sprawling her naked body beside Aiair. As she kissed his neck aggressively, he began began touching her soaked nethers again. 

“How about I take care of you for a little bit?” He gingerly put 2 fingers into her folds, and Yan shuttered as her sensitive spots were felt up. She snuggled up beside him, resting her head in the crux of his shoulder, and draped her slim arm against his chest.

“Yeah,” she breathed, letting out small moans, “that sounds nice.”

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Shai threw her head back and groaned loudly as Ellea speared her lovebox with her tongue again and again. Sat down on the bench with her lover’s head squeezed between her thighs, Shai writhed in pleasure as she was eaten out. Ellea was anything but a gentle lover, and she roughly grabbed, fondled, and squeezed Shai’s small breasts and erect nipples with both hands. Ellen was quite aggressive in her lovemaking, resulting in Shai letting out tears of pain on more than one occasion. Shai bit down hard on her left hand, trying desperately to not cry out. With her right hand, she pressed down on the back of Ellea’s head, encouraging her to continue. Completely unnecessary, as Ellea would have been more than happy to caress her lovely inner folds for hours and hours if she was given the chance. Ellea rubbed herself against Shai’s womanhood harder and faster, desperately wanting to hear her lover’s delightful screams and squeals. 

Shai’s face was beet red, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she moaned her pleasure. She looked down towards her lover, desperately burying herself between Shai’s shaped thighs. She had a very boyish face, with high cheekbones and a wide chin, and Shai loved the sight of her lovely face burrowing away deeply at her nethers. Her heart pounded in her chest, and waves of bliss splashed against her. Finally, one particularly powerful jolt of pleasure tipped her over the edge. Her legs straightened and her back arched as a powerful orgasm began to run its course. Ellea noticed and moved up to lick and bite at her nipples, while using her hand instead to bring Shai to completion. The sudden feeling of Ellea’s warm mouth at her breast and rough fingers thrusting into her womanhood destroyed any semblance of control Shai still had. 

“ELLEAAA-AHHHHhhhhhh...” she moaned her lover’s name fiercely as she crashed into her high. Her arms wrapped around Ellea tightly, clinging to her, basking in passions. Juices poured from her sensitive hole and soaked Ellea’s hand as she continued stimulating her clit. Finally, Shai fell backwards, slumped against the wall panting. Ellea removed her hand from Shai’s nethers and licked her fingers, savoring the sweet taste of her beloved. Shai was too weak and couldn't really react, but seeing such a erotic display kept the embers of her lust warm within her. Finished with that, Ellea leant over forwards, kissing and biting at an exhausted Shai’s lips and nose. The lovers stayed like that for a little while, Ellea on top of Shai, eventually resting her head against Shai’s chest. She felt Shai’s warm skin pressed against her ear, and the thumping of her heartbeat slow back down to a normal pace. 

“Ellea,” Shai gingerly touched her lover's hair, and caressed her face. “I think I love you.”

Ellea laughed. “Shut up and finish your inventory so we can get back to the commander’s quarters. Then once we’re in a comfortable bed instead of this hard-ass bench, you’re gonna return the favor for me tenfold.”

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“You ok to go again, Warden-kun?” Yan whispered in Aiair’s ear. When he nodded, she swung her leg elegantly around his body and rose up to a kneeling position, straddling him. She reached around and gently hot-dogged his cock in the valley of her butt, slowly teasing him to fully erect. He ran his hands up and down her thick, creamy thighs and ass. Tender flesh yielded under his grasp, and Yan cooed in pleasure. Her fat buttocks easily got his attention, and she grinned at his arousal. Once he was nice and hard, she sat back slightly and positioned the head of his cock right at her sweet entrance. She leaned forwards, giving him a amazing view of her gorgeous cleavage, and whispered. “Ready?” 

Another nod, and she slipped down, slamming his entire length into her hot, wet channel. The lovers moaned in unison. It’d been far too long, Yan thought, as she adjusted to the size of the throbbing member filling her completely. It was just such a blissful feeling, his warm length nested snugly inside her folds.

“Oooooohhhhhhh,” she cooed. “You feel so nice. I’m so full, Warden-kun.” She leant forwards and kissed her lover, while moving her body up, Aiair’s cock almost sliding out with only the head still inside. With their lips still together, she slipped back down, hilting herself again. Up and down, again and again, she moved. She bounced on his shaft slowly at first, wanting to savor the feeling of being thoroughly filled by his warmth. It was so good, her loins sent shocks of pleasure up her spine, and it took all her concentration to continue riding.

After a while, Yan begun to speed up her movements. She leaned back and hilted herself on Aiair’s fat cock faster and faster. Her large breasts began to bounce, and Aiair reached up and grabbed them, caressing and fondling her soft woman-flesh. He also teased her hard nipples, eliciting small delightful sequels. “Do you like that, Warden-kun? Grope me more,” she moaned.

Aiair never told Yan how much he loved it when she called him Warden-kun, it got him excited in all the right ways. Starting when she first called him that the first day they met, all the way throughout 3 years together. Something about her sweet, dreamy voice coupled with her lovely face always made him so needy whenever she used that name. However, Yan figured it out for herself and would constantly tease him with it. She would find him in public and whisper to him with his honey name and the desire that swelled within him was maddening. It was only one of the things he loved so much about her. 

Yan’s lovely face contorted into expressions of bliss and delight as he tweaked her nipples. Her breasts were so soft and lively, and she greatly enjoyed it when he gave them attention. He also began thrusting upwards slightly to match her movements, allowing him to probe even deeper into her womanhood. Gentle, lewd sounds poured from Yan’s mouth as she shafted herself on her lover again and again. The heat in the room was getting unbearable, and sweat dripped from their bodies with every erotic motion. After what seemed an hour of intense lovemaking, she felt herself getting weak. Her overexerted limbs felt like jelly. Feeling her movements slowing down, Aiair grabbed her torso and reversed their position, now with himself on top of Yan.

“Just relax, I’ll take care of you now,” he caressed her hips and stomach as he lined his cock up with her entrance once again. He gently caressed her clit with the head of his cock as he waited for her to get comfortable. Yan nodded her readiness and wrapped her legs around his backside, encouraging him to enter. Their new position gave Aiair even better access to her sweet honeypot, she found out, as his initial thrust burrowed his shaft even deeper than before. Aiair lowered his head and locked his lips with Yan’s, kissing and biting lovingly. She grabbed his head and kept him there. Yan loved how soft his face was, and enjoyed kissing him very much. She also licked and bit at his features, burning their passion hotter. It took a little while for him to get comfortable, but once he did, their pleasures rose even higher. Yan had been doing all of the work up to this point, and now Aiair was going to use his pent-up energy to return the favor. Yan’s soft moans transitioned into screams as he hammered into her. Every last crevice and fold of her inner walls was being abraded by his shaft. Pleasure overwhelmed her, and her legs released, flopping limply onto the bed. Yan’s loins burned hot with passion and love as Aiair’s member rubbed against all of her most sensitive spots. She was soaking wet, making it easy for the slick cock to piston into her. He had stopped kissing or groping her body, focused solely on the amazing sex they were experiencing. 

Yan felt his testicles slap against her butt with every hard thrust, and clung desperately to the bedsheets. She had given up on keeping quiet, letting out loud moans and screams constantly, whenever the pleasure overwhelmed her. Guttural sounds escaped her throat, lewd noises that spurred Aiair on even harder. Passionate love burned at her core and she wanted to etch this moment into her memory forever. She wished the feeling would never end. Everything disappeared from her mind except their lovemaking. 

Dimly, she felt his cock stiffen just slightly inside of her. One final thrust and they climaxed in unison. “WARDEN-KUNNNNNN!” she wailed as her orgasm overwhelmed her utterly. Aiair himself moaned, and Yan felt spurts of hot seed splatter into her. Thick, creamy fluid filled her core completely, forming a burning hot sensation that just increased the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her system in that moment. Aiair’s balls completely emptied as every last drop of sperm was forced out into Yan’s hot crevice. Both of them completely spent in every way, Aiair collapsed on top of Yan with his shaft still deep inside of her. 

Both of them too weak and in a drunken stupor of bliss to move, they just lay there together for a little while. Breathing heavily, they basked in the comfort of each other’s warm embrace. Finally, Aiair pulled himself out, strings of cum still leaking from Yan’s opening. He lay beside Yan, facing up.

Yan reached out weakly and pulled sheets over themselves, wrapped her arms around Aiair, content to sleep with her lover on her side with her head resting on his chest. The fire in the fireplace had gone out, only hot embers still heating the room. Very soon, it would get cold in the room, but they still had each other for warmth. As they cuddled together under the covers, Yan whispered, “what’ll we do when this war ends and we have to go home?”

What was going to happen was obvious, of course. Aiair brushed the thoughts aside. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll make something work.” He turned to face Yan. “Besides, we’ve got a few months to get sick of each other, right? I’ll start being loud and obnoxious, you start being rude and disrespectful, and we’re gonna hate each other’s guts in no time.”

Yan laughed softly, before snuggling closer to him. She put her head beside his, her nose a hair’s breadth from his. She whispered, almost too quietly to hear, “I love you, Warden-kun. I wish we could be together forever.”

Aiair sighed, putting his arm around her. “You’re so wonderful, Yan,” he replied as he kissed her. “I love you too.”





