Chapter 1 - Resting Peacefully

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The fire crackles in front of them. The stars glint above, and the twin moons that once seemed so odd to him comfort him in a way no single moon ever could. He’s with someone who he’ll always be with, and he’s not sure he could have ever had that before all of this.

Whether he’s with her in death, or just plain with her, will be decided tomorrow whether they like it or not. A fearsome battle awaits, one they need to fight, and fight, and keep fighting until either they fall or it’s over. They don’t get to know, they don’t get to understand, and they don’t get to back out. That’s life for them these days, Gandalfr, and Void, two forces of nature that will forever be pulled into conflict. “Can I ask a favor?” The pink that flutters his heart on demand asks from his side. Both of their asses resting plainly on a log, so close yet it isn’t until his arm wraps around her side that she feels truly warm. “Please?”

“Whatever you want.” Saito has given everything for this girl, for this world. He lost his own, lost his freedom, he’s even eaten food off the floor like a dog. It sounds noble but at the time he very much wondered if he’d get out of the forced enslavement contract if he slit her throat. Now… The idea of her being hurt is enough to make him stop breathing. 

“We might die tomorrow.” She reminds, something that makes him nod slowly despite the reality he can’t accept coming so soon. “I’d like you to sleep inside me before we die.”

His nodding continues, anything she asks for is hers, anything he can give is her property to grab hold of and - “Wait, what?”

“Nothing pervy!” She defends herself instantly, her smaller, cute, flowing form jumps up a little to wave her arms in the air and ensure he knows she’s totally pure and not at all asking him for something untoward. “I just, want you inside me. I want to feel your warmth, I want to say we were that close, so I have no regrets if… Bad things happen tomorrow.”

“That’s just sex with extra steps.” He stares at her.

“Nu-uh, it’s um, dignified closeness training and proactive defensive measures against future regrets!” She cites whatever the hell just jumped into her head as if it’s a real thing. Her button nose twitches, those big eyes of hers waver, her kissable lips. Well, speaking of those, he takes her lips with a hand on each smooth cheek and sends every emotion he has surging through her like lightning. Every time they touch, it’s like the world is suddenly spun just right. Every tap of their lips convinces him that he was a fool for hating her once. She’s his everything, and tonight, it seems like she’ll be even more. 

“Okay, let’s perform dignified closeness training and proactive defensive measures against future regrets.” He says right back to her, a thumb rubbing her cheek as a tilt of his face tells her exactly what he thinks of that.

“Let’s!”

Sleeping next to his master has always been odd. The desire to hold her close, to touch her softly, to kiss her lips and drag her right where he wants her has always been respectfully deep in his mind. He remembers once early on, when he’d wondered if he’d be morally correct to just take her. She’d stolen him from his home, she’d changed in front of him, she’d treated him like dirt. She took what she wanted, didn’t care what he did, why would he be different?

That’s so long ago, and now she’s asking absurd things. There’s not a lot different from their normal sleeping arrangement now. Today his cock’s out, feeling fresh air at his base and feeling hot folds caress him lovingly, but otherwise it’s the same. He can smell her strawberry smelling hair, and take in the sensitivity she deploys with every movement and every breath. He can hold her close, feel his arms wrapped around her and take pleasure in her trust. He can feel how small she is against him, and feel her heartbeat with his palm on her chest.

No, being inside her is not very different from normal. She seems to think much the same, as he slowly hears her breaths calm until she’s comfortable and flushily asleep in his grasp. “Hah.” It’s small, a little cry of his voice as she shifts just right to pull some of his skin. She’s such a tight mistress, her every breath works him just a little. It’s intoxicating, and just barely distracting enough to make it very hard to sleep. “Just do what she wants.” He mumbles to himself, scolding as his hips occasionally hump into her sweetest embrace. She’s so soft down there wrapped around his meat. She’s strolled around in the nicest, silkiest garments her entire life, and he feels like he’s wearing them for the first time. But not much is different, he tells himself again and again. “Oh fuck.” He whispers slightly pained, as she starts rocking back in her rest. Just a little to start, and then a little more. He guiltily realizes he’s not going to lose any progress if she keeps moving, so he holds her as tight as he can to try and stop her. “Louise, careful…”

He’s such an idiot. She has to hold back a giggle lest he realize what she’s doing. Controlling her breaths is somewhat hard, but nowhere near as hard as he is inside her. She feels whole in his arms, feels complete with him deep and ingrained right where she’s always secretly desired him. She’s had needs, always has. Where the Zerbst pretend that needs are all that matter, the Valiere act like they don’t exist at all. So while her friend - she can call her that now - takes every opportunity to fill her hole with every dick that comes through like it’s a job. Louise? Louise had to pretend not to notice the endowment of Saito.

She’d contemplated, once, if it’d be okay to abuse their familiar contract to make him do things with her. He couldn’t disobey her, what if she asked him to take his tongue where it could be useful? What if she’d, secretly, behind clothes doors, pretended to be a Zerbst with him and used him to make her a woman? She’d thrown those thoughts away, she wasn’t immoral, and she would blast anyone that accused her of such thoughts into smithereens.

But now… Now her hips flow back regularly, pushing him into her core and eagerly filling her with bliss like no other. Her reward for being a good master, is her summon is eager to do this. He’s too eager to love her, to treat her as someone worth cherishing, that even as she pushes him a little closer he can’t help but hold her close. His arms feel like fire, and his length mixing her up inside makes her feel like she’s done nothing wrong her entire life. It’s approval, in the most solid form, and she kind of understands her friend a lot better for it. “Louise, careful…” She hears, and she really has to hold back the world's brightest titter. Controlling her breathing is already hard enough, he shouldn’t make this harder on her! She punishes him, she has to, obviously. She rocks back onto his dick hard, slapping his balls against her thighs and wetly coaxing his prick exactly where it belongs. “Hah, oh~” She can’t hold it back, but he probably doesn’t notice. Not with how much he’s throbbing down there. Twitching with a fury. His pulses are getting faster as she plays with him, hips grinding him in happy circles and her whole body taking in his entire being!

“Oh!” She moans, she’s so close, she can feel it! It’s so close she almost misses him thicken, but she does notice. She needs to move, she needs to move now. She’s played with him too much, and so with a held back sigh of despair at losing what’s made her so happy, she grinds her hips to one side then the other, slowly pulling off his cum filled cock before it can despoil her.

“Sorry!” He shouts, and before she can dumbly ask for what, his hands land on her hips.

“Oh!” She realizes exactly what he means, a little late, as she starts being used like a toy on his proof of care. He’s so deep that instead of digging deeper, his sudden and powerful jackhammering into her core only bounces her around. He couldn’t mess her up any more if he wanted, all he can do is make her eyes roll back and her tongue loll out. He captures it the moment it leaves her mouth, tangling their sensitive pink while her insides are ravaged. She barely has time to grasp just how deep his tongue is in her throat, before she feels the hottest wetness she’s ever encountered pour into her from below. It’s incredible, it’s powerful, it’s love. She can’t describe it any other way, it’s a pure, fiery, concentrated foam of love that spreads throughout her entire core and makes her feel like the only one in the world that matters. 

It soils her, it presses in, finds her womb and ruins her for marriage. She’ll give birth to mini Saitos, she’s sure of that. No noble will ever accept her hand now.
Lucky for her, there’s only one hand she wants taking hers, and it currently is. Their fingers intertwined, their tongues battling, their sexes a mashing of thick gravy so potent the magical power can be felt for kilometers around.

Her eyes open timidly, gaze drawing right into his with hearts in her eyes. “I love you.” She finds her lips mumbling without her permission.

“Like nothing else.” He agrees.
He falls back to her side and holds her close.
Tomorrow may be uncertain, and they may die painfully.
Not even gracefully or with dignity, they might just fucking perish, one more body to a pile of corpses lost and never returned to their family.

But they’ll die by each-other’s side, and that much is guaranteed.