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“Aine… wait. We still have to—”
“I know, I know… but I can’t wait anymore…”
Her breath was hot against my neck, ragged and urgent. Despite both of us being covered in wounds and blood, she dragged me into the bedroom and shoved me down onto the bed with a strength I didn’t know she had.
I had never seen Aine like this—so hungry, so completely shameless.
She even tried to use her clearly broken right arm. I grabbed her shoulder to stop her.
“Aine, your wrist is fractured. Don’t move it.”
“I know… it doesn’t really hurt right now. All I can think about is you… inside me…”
She took my gloved hand, brought it to her lips, and slowly, deliberately, used her teeth to tug the glove off finger by finger. The look she gave me while doing it sent heat straight through my spine.
“You’re strong, Lunois… you can hold back a little longer, right?”
Glove gone, she slipped my index finger into her mouth—warm, wet tongue swirling around the tip like she was tasting me.
Then, voice muffled and adorable:
“Use my saliva… and play with me down there?”
I stopped fighting it.
Whatever the Demonsword had done, this was the only way to bring her back.
She licked and sucked my fingers with obscene little sounds while her left hand slid between her own thighs, stroking herself frantically.
Wet noises from her mouth and her pussy filled the room.
A sharp cry—she came just from her own fingers, hips bucking.
Panting, she grabbed my now-soaked hand and guided it downward.
“Your turn… make me come again?”
She spread her legs wide, shamelessly offering herself.
No trace of the usual shy Aine who would blush and look away.
Just pure, desperate need.
“Please… touch me?”
I did.
The instant my fingers brushed her, she jolted like she’d been shocked, a fresh gush of arousal dripping onto the sheets.
“Haa… your fingers feel so much better than mine… don’t hold back, okay? Or… do you want to tease me like always?”
I had no intention of teasing.
We were both hurt. The sooner she came, the sooner this would end and she’d return to normal.
So I slid two fingers inside her dripping heat.
She arched with a broken moan, walls clamping down instantly.
I curled them, stroked that spot she loved; she writhed, knees trembling, voice climbing higher with every thrust of my hand.
“I love your fingers… love being played with by you…!”
She came again fast—hard—collapsing forward onto my chest, shaking.
I thought that might be it.
Then her hand snaked down to my belt.
“Next… I want you inside me. Now.”
She didn’t wait.
Fumbling with my trousers, she freed me, lined herself up, and sank down in one slick, burning slide.
Tight. Soaking. Perfect.
She started riding me slowly, deliberately, eyes glazed.
Then she pushed my shirt up and flicked her tongue across my nipple.
I jerked; the feeling shot straight to my cock.
“Thought you might like it too…” she whispered, grinning.
Every roll of her hips, every lick, every tiny orgasm that rippled through her—she was trying to make me lose it just as hard.
I’d had enough of letting her lead.
I grabbed her waist, flipped us, and drove up into her hard.
“Hi—ahhh!”
All her smugness shattered.
I set a deep, punishing rhythm—no more gentle.
She screamed, clawed at my back, legs locking around me as I pounded into her.
Again and again she came—small ones, then one huge, full-body spasm that dragged me right to the edge.
And then—
“…Huh…?” Her eyes snapped open, suddenly clear. “Lunois…? Wait—why are we—why am I—did we just—?!”
She was back.
Completely, utterly back—face going crimson as the reality of what she’d just done crashed over her.
I slowed, still buried inside her, and brushed the hair from her flushed face.
“Welcome home, Aine.”
Aine blinked up at me, eyes wide and dazed, cheeks burning crimson as the fog finally lifted.
“…Huh…?” She looked down at where we were still joined, then back at my face, panic flooding in. “W-wait—Lunois—why are we—ah—don’t move—!”
Too late.
Relief that she was herself again hit me like a drug, and the pleasure I’d been holding back came crashing through.
“Sorry, Aine… I’m really close. Just… a little longer, okay?”
“W-what are you saying—nngh—! I’m back to normal, so stop—ah!”
I kept moving—slow, careful thrusts so I wouldn’t hurt her, but deep enough that every stroke dragged a broken moan from her throat.
She squirmed, half-hearted protests dissolving into whimpers.
“No—now’s not—haah—don’t—!”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, legs trembling around my hips.
The aggressive, shameless Aine from minutes ago was gone.
This was the real her—flustered, embarrassed, trying to scold me even while her body betrayed how good it felt.
And somehow that turned me on even more.
“I really do prefer the usual you,” I whispered against her ear. “Makes me feel… safe.”
“Liar—ah—don’t say that while you—nngh—!”
I swallowed the rest of her protest with a kiss and drove in one last time.
Heat surged; I came hard, pulsing deep inside her.
Aine’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as she followed me over the edge again—her walls fluttering around me, milking every drop.
For a few long seconds we just stayed there, breathing together, trembling.
Then she buried her burning face in my neck.
“…Idiot,” she mumbled, voice tiny. “You absolute idiot…”
I laughed softly and held her close.
“Yeah. But I’m your idiot.”
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Aine had curled into a little ball under the blanket the moment it was over and refused to move or speak.
“Aine… come on, don’t stay mad at me, please?”
Silence.
She was ignoring me completely.
We were both hurt. If we didn’t get to a healer soon, things were going to get worse.
“Your arm is still broken. We can’t leave it like that.”
“I know,” came the muffled reply. “It hurts now.”
“Then let’s—”
“You go first. I’ll follow in a minute.”
“I’m not leaving you alone right now.”
A long pause.
Finally the blanket shifted. One eye peeked out, clutching a pillow like a shield.
“…You should’ve stopped the second I came back to my senses,” she muttered. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I never expected you to act like that… but I’m really glad the real you is back.”
She hid again.
“You were grossed out, right? Seeing me beg for it like some…”
“What? No.”
“But I… I was the one who—”
“Aine.” I looked straight at her, even though only her forehead was visible. “There’s no version of you that could ever make me stop loving you.”
The blanket trembled.
“…You can’t just say that to my face…”
Her voice cracked. The pillow dropped; her whole face was scarlet.
I smiled and scooped her up—blanket and all—into my arms.
“Hey—! I said wait—!”
“You said moving hurts. So I’ll carry you. Doctor’s orders: no more delays.”
She squirmed for a second, then went very still, pressing her face to my chest so I couldn’t see it.
“…Fine. But don’t look at me.”
“Kind of hard when you’re right here.”
“That’s the point… and… sorry. For always being such a burden.”
“Stop apologizing. I’m the one who left you alone tonight. That’s on me.”
“No, I’m the one they’re after—”
“Which is exactly why I’m never doing it again.”
She groaned. “God, you’re so stubborn…”
“Says the girl who just won an argument by hiding under a blanket.”
A tiny, reluctant laugh escaped her.
Good. The real Aine was definitely back.
I carried her out into the quiet night, the streets empty and dark.
As we walked, I spoke softly.
“Aine… about the future.”
“We’re going to the hospital, right?”
“Yeah, after that. When everything’s settled… I think we should leave Rudro.”
She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
“…You mean run?”
“Not run. Travel. Adventurers move around all the time. New towns, new jobs. Harder for the Empire to pin us down. And honestly… I was never planning to stay here forever anyway.”
She was quiet for a long beat.
“If that’s what you want… I don’t mind. This house doesn’t mean anything to me.” A shy mumble against my shirt: “As long as I’m with you, anywhere is fine.”
I pressed my lips to the top of her head.
“Then it’s decided. Once you’re healed up and we tie up loose ends… we’ll find somewhere new. Somewhere safe.”
Just the two of us, the open road, and whatever came next.
Together.