— Days after the fall of Blackreach —
The fire had burned low. Shadows danced along the stone walls, flickering like ghosts in the half-light. Outside, the wind howled through broken trees. Inside the hollowed cave, silence settled like a second skin.
Kael sat alone, stripped of armor and soaked in memory. Blood had dried on his knuckles. His sword leaned useless against the wall.
Sarya watched from the far side for a long time before moving closer.
She didn't speak. Not at first. She knelt beside him, soft as moonlight on ash. Her fingers brushed his hand rough with scars, trembling just slightly and he didn't flinch.
"They mattered," she said, voice low. "Tareth. Nyra."
Kael didn't answer. His throat worked, but no words came.
Sarya moved closer, until her body pressed against his side. She reached up and gently touched his cheek. The touch undid him more than any blade could have. He turned, and their eyes locked raw, broken, aching.
Then she kissed him.
It was slow at first, hesitant. Their lips touched like the first breath after drowning. Then it deepened hunger bleeding into grief, sorrow melting into something primal.
Kael's hands found her waist, firm and searching, sliding beneath the folds of her tunic. Her breath hitched as his fingers moved over her skin, rough from battle but gentle with her. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, thighs tight against his hips. He exhaled sharply as her warmth pressed against him through thin layers of cloth.
Sarya pushed his tunic upward, kissing the trail of scars along his chest, tracing each one with her tongue like she could undo the pain they carried. He gasped softly, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her closer.
Clothes slipped away like forgotten fears. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he moaned quietly at the contact so real, so alive. His hands found her curves, exploring with reverence and need. She arched against him, head falling back as his lips closed around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth slowly, tasting her, worshipping her.
Sarya rolled her hips, grinding against him, wet and ready. Her hand slipped between them, guiding him to her. And when he slid inside her, slow and thick, her entire body shivered.
Kael groaned against her neck. She was tight, hot, perfect. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on as he began to move a rhythm built from pain and longing. Each thrust was deep, slow, deliberate. Not rushed. Measured. As if he were trying to memorize her body, to mark this moment into flesh.
Sarya rode him with purpose her breaths ragged, moans soft but insistent. Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his back. She moved in rhythm with him, their hips meeting again and again, wet sounds echoing against the cave walls.
"You're here," she whispered against his ear. "You're not lost."
Kael gripped her hips tighter, thrusting upward, burying himself deeper. Their bodies moved as one heat building, a storm rising. Sweat slicked their skin. Her hair stuck to her face, eyes wide and wild with desire.
He flipped her gently to the stone floor, hovering above her now, driving into her with more urgency. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Her back arched. Her cries echoed, raw and beautiful.
"Kael," she moaned, nails dragging down his spine.
Her climax tore through her, fast and shattering. She cried out, clenching tight around him as her body trembled beneath his. That was all it took.
Kael groaned low in his throat, his hips jerking as he spilled into her, holding her so tightly it was almost desperate.
When the waves of pleasure faded, he collapsed beside her, chest heaving.
Their hands found each other in the dark.
No words.
Just breath.
Just warmth.
Just them alive, against all odds.
Author's Note:
So this was after Nrya and Tareth's death
And i didnt have the time to make it follow sorry
Oh and also since you didnt find Liora here she was hiding or was she 😁😁