"Lady Telle! Hey!" Sunny exclaimed, raising his voice, and shook the girl who had collapsed in his arms. The only response she gave to his shaking was her head, lifelessly, bouncing against his chest. She was completely disconnected.
"What happened? Was it my fault?"
He gently patted the girl's cheek, hoping it would have some effect. "Come on, don't make me nervous. Wake up!"
Sunny clicked his tongue in frustration, pulled her back into a hug, closed his eyes, and focused on his hearing. He listened to her still breathing and her heart still beating. It was pounding forcefully, but still within a relatively normal range.
"Could it have been the heat? No, I don't think so. Heat syncope isn't common in Awakened, unless they're thrown into a volcano... Stop, that doesn't matter. Fix this."
He remained standing, holding the girl, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath that helped him reorganize his thoughts. After the initial surprise had passed, the course of action became clear. Sunny slipped his arms beneath Telle's knees and neck, carrying her bridal style. He took a step and suddenly sank into the shadow beneath him while carrying the girl, thus disappearing. In less than a second, he reappeared in the middle of another room.
He didn't waste time, directing his gaze toward his bed. Sunny moved to lay her down, pulling the girl closer to reaffirm his grip. The tug caused the ribbon, which had performed miracles to hold firm until that moment, to finally give out. It fell to the floor, followed by the cloth that covered her, revealing what lay beneath it.
The majority of her porcelain skin was exposed, Sunny had glanced down quickly out of inertia when he detected movement. His blood pressure spiked, making him swallow. Immediately, out of respect for her, he lifted his gaze, ignoring the tempting sight in his arms. He hurried to lay her down on her back.
Unfortunately for him, doing this only made it easier to admire the very parts he didn't want to see without her consent. Sunny again diverted his gaze after feeling a tingle in his stomach. He resorted to trying to protect her dignity, forming a blanket from the shadows and covering her with it.
In the middle of everything that was happening, he caught sight of a piece of paper on the nightstand next to the bed. Having already dealt with the most urgent matter, which was attending to Telle, Sunny now focused his attention on the written note.
"Did she pass out again? Isn't she just the cutest thing?
I loved that about her too, exactly. Don't worry about anything but having fun, dear! I closed up for you in record time, if you ask me. When I say don't worry about anything, I mean absolutely nothing. The sheets are clean, I just changed them.
If you're worried about my well-being, I'll be sleeping at Beth's house. Of course I have my own, but I like her company! I'll be around if she lets me in. If she doesn't, I'll figure it out. Either way, don't worry. Have a good time, and try not to be too hard on my client!
I'll be back tomorrow morning. Maybe you'll be angry, or happy? Either way, please don't get too mad at me! I'm just trying to do something nice for you because I love you very much. And the girl was too easy a catch to just let her go like that. Besides, she seems utterly crazy about you for some reason. Something would have happened eventually anyway, even if I hadn't intervened. Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you would have held out for much longer either, so if you're going to do something, you better make sure it's guilt-free."
PS:
"I forgot to take out the trash, but I hear things downstairs and I'm in a hurry. So, see you later, bye-bye!"
From the middle of the text, Sunny read it with a clenched jaw. By the time he finished the note, his right eyelid was twitching a few times.
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions..." he growled, then sighed.
He grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it behind him, hoping it would get lost somewhere he couldn't see it.
Below him, his shadow separated, positioned itself next to him, and began to manifest. In a moment, an identical copy of himself appeared.
"Go downstairs and finish the job already," he didn't even deign to give it a glance, however momentary; he was content that he could see it out of the corner of his eye. "Are you waiting for something? Get lost, will you?"
The avatar did not comply with the order. In fact, it gave him a look that was somewhere between annoyed and disappointed, perhaps even sad if one thought about it too much. It crossed its arms and let out a snort.
"Do you want me to hold your hand? Get out of here, you idiot, before she wakes up... Why am I arguing with you?"
The avatar abruptly changed its posture, its expression vanished and took on the one Sunny himself wore at that moment.
He took control of the avatar. He quickly turned around and left, disappearing through the door.
'I hope someday, if I leave those blockheads alone, they won't cause me more problems than I seek out myself.'
Sunny walked slowly to the end of the bed. 'So, am I supposed to do it like this now?'
He shifted the blanket of shadows, uncovering her slightly. He took her fine feet, still covered by the opaque black stockings, and lifted them above the level of her heart, thus forcing the blood to travel to her brain.
While waiting for the girl to show some sign of waking, he allowed his mind to wander a bit.
'It's surprising when I think about it. Even her feet look delicate... Beauty is natural in Awakened. Still, this girl is truly something special. I can guess where she got her appearance, but her charm is something natural. Am I captivated?'
He took a deep breath. '...So, Aiko played me. I lost, I accept it. But damn it! I barely offered any resistance... And if what she says is true and this was inevitable, am I so miserable as to have no control over myself? ... I guess the facts speak for themselves...'
As his frown deepened, so did his gaze. Unintentionally, he squeezed her feet harder than he should have.
Just as this was happening, Telle's eyelashes trembled softly before slowly opening.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was greeted directly by the peculiar sight of Sunny holding her feet, squeezing them and staring at them intently.
She was stunned by the sudden change of scenery, and although the room was familiar, she still felt shaken. The strangeness of Sunny holding her that way didn't help.
"Master Sunless?" she said, letting her confusion show.
"Ah," he gasped when he saw her awake, releasing her feet and letting them drop.
In an almost inherent movement, he walked closer to her. A chair materialized beneath him, this time with a finer appearance than the one he had created earlier.
After sitting down and trying to say something, he realized he couldn't think of anything. Sunny was no expert in what to do in these kinds of situations, mainly he didn't know how to start.
To his surprise, Telle was the one who spoke first.
"Master Sunless..." she said in a low voice, looking him in the eyes with various emotions in them. He was able to differentiate them thanks to the unusual expressiveness of her eyes. Upon recognizing them, he had to suppress the urge to tilt his head.
'Understanding?'
"I didn't imagine you had those kinds of... fixations... But if you like that, it's okay," she whispered, a blush rising on her face.
"What?" his confusion grew, and he tilted his head anyway.
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter, forget it."
The timid look she wore had vanished, replaced by an expression somewhere between melancholy and shame. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was slow to come out.
"Did it happen again?" —Her hands, which lay extended at her sides, curled up, pressing against her chest over the blanket.
"I don't know exactly what you mean, but if it's about fainting, I suppose so. Does it happen to you very often?"
She shook her head again. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, not remotely. You are the first person to have this effect on me," she averted her gaze to the side.
The way she seemed to want to hide from him caused tingles in his stomach again, and at the same time excited him so much that a small laugh escaped him.
"You flatter me, Lady Telle. Still, I'd like to apologize again. The truth is, I did get carried away a little... quite a bit."
Telle tilted her head, looking back at him.
"...Well, after catching our breath from what happened downstairs, my head and body are cooler now. I'm thinking more clearly, I suppose the same must be happening to you. In any case, if you need some time alone to process things better, I can give you the space you need."
Sunny saw her press her hands against her chest more intensely. She looked tense.
Telle nodded her head. After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to answer.
"I'm fine..." after a couple of attempts, she managed to find where she thought his face was, more specifically his eyes. Upon doing so, she felt she could speak freely now. "I don't need it, but I agree that my head is cooler now too," her lips curved into a beautiful smile as she spoke, laughing at the end.
Night had already fallen, the sun had hidden below the horizon, leaving only the faint moonlight through the window to illuminate them. The window, curiously, hadn't been there before. Following complaints about the visibility of the room, since he no longer lived truly alone, he had to put one in.
Sunny could see Telle perfectly, but she could barely make out his silhouette. From her perspective, he seemed to melt into the darkness, but that same characteristic helped her recognize him. Thanks to this lack of visibility, she felt calmer in a way that was difficult for her to explain. The closest she could express was that she felt embraced and sheltered in that darkness. It could also be that she felt calmer thinking that this lack of visibility was shared.
Sunny leaned forward. Boldly, he extended his arm and took one of Telle's hands, pulling her hand towards him. The feeling of the touch surprised him: her hand was cold, very different from when he had caressed her skin a few minutes ago downstairs.
When he took her hand, there was no reaction as such. He expected her to tremble or jump, but that didn't happen. She just stopped looking at him. A pang of worry arose in his chest.
"Tell me, Lady Telle, do you feel alright?"
She averted her gaze to a corner, her previous melancholy expression returning, burying that sweet smile.
Sunny patiently awaited her answer. He stroked her palm with his thumb, hoping that perhaps these small gestures would help calm her down. Unintentionally, after several silent breaths, he had lowered his gaze. After receiving a subtle, brief squeeze on the hand he was holding, he raised his head. She still wasn't looking at him; in some way, she looked a little different.
"I wouldn't know how to answer clearly. Before, I was overwhelmed; everything I felt and what was happening was new to me. It still is. Now I find myself unable to clearly assimilate everything..."
Sunny nodded. "I understand... Still, I apologize for the insistence, and I know you don't feel entirely well. But if you're willing, could you properly explain to me what actually happened? Before, I didn't want to overwhelm you with questions and make you run away again. Of course, I don't want to bother you. However, I want to believe that now we have a little more trust, after everything," Sunny said, laughing again at the end.
The confidence and kindness he exuded in his words caused a subtle smile to escape her at his little joke at the end. That moment was fleeting, as she soon returned to her previous expression.
Telle took a long breath, turned to look at him. Simply appreciating his silhouette had an immediate effect on her heart.
This time, she correctly explained how things happened after she ran off.
Sunny said nothing and made no gestures, he only listened intently. Once she finished explaining herself, he decided to speak, not without letting out a few laughs that he had been suppressing throughout the entire story.
"Ha, haha, ha, ha!"
Seeing his mocking reaction to her explanation, Telle squeezed her free hand even harder against her chest, scared, nervous that he was laughing at her, judging her.
She looked hurt, like a defenseless animal.
"Oh... I'm sorry, please don't feel bad. It's just that things happened almost exactly as I had imagined," he took a moment to laugh again and another to catch his breath, but never letting go of her hand. "Some parts I imagined were less detailed or explicit, but in the end, I guessed it!" he said while still stabilizing his breathing.
The explanation eased the anxiety in her heart. The weight of being judged by this man, just imagining it, tightened her chest. In reality, she felt distressed; something was gnawing at her conscience and making her feel restless.
Slowly, her frown deepened; her melancholy, now distressed, look only intensified.
"I..." she whispered almost without strength. "This doesn't make sense, there's no rhyme or reason to this," Telle said severely.
Sunny tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
"I don't even fully know. I don't understand anything, it's confusing and meaningless, it's unreal. It feels like a fantasy... and it frightens me..."
The hand he was holding trembled along with her voice. He used his other hand to wrap around hers, stroking it. Sunny remained silent, waiting and wishing that his touch would serve as comfort.
"Do you realize how stupid all this is? I only came here to order some armor, and I ended up here in this ridiculous situation. But that's not what scares me... It's about how I feel. It's completely unfounded madness. Am I supposed to simply accept something as ridiculous as this?" —There was no venom in her voice, no rage, just confusion and uncertainty.
Sunny's expression didn't change as she vented; he looked at her with a soft smile.
"...Is it fair for me to feel this way? ... I barely know you, not even that! At least if it were, I would have a clue where to hold on. You've barely spoken to me, I don't really know who you are, I barely know your name. I don't know if you're a good or bad person, or what will become of you and me after I leave," her voice trembled, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
The direct questions triggered his defect. The pain quickly grew stronger, but Sunny refused to interrupt her.
"All this would make more sense if you had cast a spell on me, or maybe I lost my mind. If it has to be, why else...? Why else do I feel so happy just seeing you?"
Trying to swallow the lump that formed in her throat, her chin trembled, but she restrained her emotions. She took a long breath, trying to calm down, she still had to finish expressing herself.
"I... once when I was a child, I fell and scraped my knee. It was a pretty ugly wound, it bled a little, but they quickly treated it. But despite that, I wouldn't stop crying until Dad hugged me. When I was falling, I got really scared, it was the first time I faced the world, so to speak. It's a pretty average experience, but that's not my point, let me explain... On different occasions, when someone important came to where I used to live, at dinner time they forced me to stand like a statue beside the table. I wasn't allowed to sit at the table, I had to be there like an ornament. That bothered me and it still bothers me, even though it doesn't happen anymore. It bothered me, I felt displaced. When everything ended, I would lock myself in my room and hit the bed until I vented... I understand now that there were reasons for my parents to do that, so don't worry about that."
Sunny felt lost by the lengthy explanation; he didn't understand where she was going with all this, but he gave her his full attention. He held her hand firmly when it trembled and stroked it when it twisted.
"I've been happy, I've been sad, I've been angry, I've been afraid. I can attribute a meaning, a reason to all those feelings. But what I'm trying to say is that... I just can't find an explanation for why I feel like I love you so much. It's so illogical that it frightens me..."
A single tear fell, tracing a path down her cheek. That single tear was wiped away as soon as it left her eye, as if a hand had already been there, prepared and ready to intercept it. Telle trembled at the touch, but couldn't look up at him.
Sunny had risen from his chair, leaning forward. After wiping the solitary tear, he stroked her cheek and traced a path across her face until he reached her forehead. He moved the strands of hair covering her face, sweeping them to the side right behind her ear.
Leaning in a little more, he brought his face close to hers, kissing her forehead. That display of affection lasted a moment. "It's okay," Sunny whispered as he backed away. The searing pain from his Flaw disappeared. He sat down on the bed beside her.
Another tear fell, meeting the same fate as the previous one. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him, rejecting his touch.
"No, it's not okay..."
He didn't insist on getting closer. He gave her distance, withdrawing the hand he used to wipe her tears. Sunny watched her shoulders tremble; she withdrew her hand from his, pressing it against her chest again.
"...I've been shameless. You weren't even aware of a deal like the one I made with Miss Aiko, were you? I had suspected it, but I still decided to go through with all this. I didn't care how you felt. I'm very, very ashamed of that."
She could no longer maintain the strength in her voice; it cracked with every word.
"I'm so sorry... You have every right to judge me, to reproach me, but instead, you just hug me and comfort me... Why?"
Her last question was charged with all the strength she had left in her voice at that moment, feeling like a plea. Her throat twisted in pain, she curled up and tried to hide beneath the blanket. The pressure in her chest was so strong that it was hard for her to breathe.
"It's simple, actually," his voice sounded natural, but not indifferent. There was a touch of sweetness in his words. "I just thought you were very sweet, pretty. Very sweet and pretty, in fact! And also 'squeezable.' I just got carried away and ended up crushing you a little too much. I didn't think for a single moment that you were some kind of malicious girl like you're trying to make yourself out to be, quite the opposite. So... Shameless? Of course not. I know a long line of people who can be attributed to that form, so in my experience, you don't even have the aptitude to qualify for that title."
Telle still didn't turn around; she seemed motionless, but she wasn't. She was trying to suppress the trembling of her hands. "Is... that so?" she murmured.
Sunny gave a nod, even though she couldn't see it. "Completely sure. I have no doubt about it."
He reached a hand out to her, stroking her arm. "Come on, look at me."
The attempt to get closer caused her to turn around, giving him her back.
"I-I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I'm scared..."
"What are you scared of?"
She squirmed on the bed, shrinking away from the questions.
"I feel... I feel like if I look at you right now... something is going to happen to me. Something that might change something in me... But... also, if that something doesn't happen, I feel like it might hurt me more than anything else... I think that if I look at you now, my heart won't be mine ever again."
Sunny placed one knee on the bed, crawled towards her, and leaned over her, able to appreciate her. Her eyes were tightly shut, tears were falling from her eyes, and her chest was trembling, holding back sobs.
He closed his eyes for a moment, took a breath. 'Enough!' When he opened his eyes, he had already made a decision.
In a bold movement, he took the vulnerable girl by the shoulder and pushed her, turning her onto her back. She offered no resistance.
"Open your eyes, I have something to tell you," Sunny whispered, leaning close to her face.
She shook her head.
He appreciated the girl's face, contorted in melancholy. Something in his heart stirred when he saw her like that.
"Do you know why I'm certain that you're not a bad girl? Let me tell you the truth, and it's about the list I told you about before... I know who tops the list of the shameless ones... I know who it is, because it's me."
Sunny extended both arms right beside her shoulders, leaving her no escape.
"Because, despite being so loved, I have the audacity to be able to do this."
He lowered his head until he met her defenseless face, stopping centimeters from her lips just to admire how her eyelids trembled and how her lips twisted in anticipation, but also in acceptance. Finally, Sunny enjoyed her ragged breathing against his skin. With a subtle push, he dove into her lips. It was soft, unlike before. He cherished every second of the softness of her lips, enjoying every involuntary movement like a divine gift. Despite the gentleness, the kiss was just as intense, or more so, but this time he was moved in a different way.
With the sound of a soft smack, Sunny pulled away from her lips.
The warmth of the kiss broke down all the resistances she had imposed on herself. Almost against her will, her eyes opened. Telle was greeted by the most enchanting sight she could imagine. Tears fell from her eyes again, but they were not wiped away; they were tears of joy. Those watery golden eyes were the emblem of her feelings.
Seeing her reaction, Sunny smiled at her. "Do you believe me now?" he said softly.
"You're a complete fool," her eyes narrowed and, for the first time, the feelings her eyes expressed and those her face expressed aligned. She smiled sweetly while the blush on her face emerged unrestrained.
She raised her arms, wrapping them around and clinging behind his neck. Now it was Telle who urged them into a deep kiss.
The exchange of kisses was just beginning. Every now and then, they briefly separated to breathe, which lasted no more than a couple of seconds. The exchange was too tempting to pay attention to anything else.
The grip around Sunny's neck was broken so she could wrap her arms around his back, pressing herself closer to him.
Sunny felt his back being caressed, explored. She was appreciating every muscle fiber. From this appreciation, dissatisfaction and ambition soon arose; Telle didn't want to settle for a few caresses, she wanted to feel him. The only thing stopping her was the blanket that prevented their skin from rubbing together.
In one of those brief pauses for breath, she leaned to the side, dodging the kiss. Sunny immediately felt warm dampness on his neck. She licked near his collarbone; there was a salty touch as her tongue passed over his skin due to sweat, but that didn't stop her; in fact, it had the opposite effect.
Not really knowing what to do, letting her instincts take over, she crossed her legs behind his waist. She moved from licking around his neck to sucking his skin, as if she were a thirsty mosquito.
With a gentle force right in the middle of his chest, he forced her to separate. She looked up; they had barely parted and she already looked annoyed.
"Listen to me, before we continue, I want to tell you a few things... First of all, completely forget about that nonsense agreement with Aiko. If I want—"
Sunny didn't get to finish what he wanted to say. Telle had extended her arms and pulled him by the shoulders, drawing him towards her, kissing his lips, moistened by everything that had happened before, again. This time, it was she who exuded intensity. The intensity of her kiss expressed what her voice didn't say: "Shut up and kiss me."
Even so, Sunny had to resist indulging her unspoken request for a few more moments. After again breaking the moment abruptly, he backed away enough not to be captured again, or at least not so easily.
"Lady Telle, you—"
The girl extended her arm, placing her hand on Sunny's face, covering his mouth. She chastised him with her gaze. "At this point, just call me Telle. I think the formalities vanished a while ago."
She removed her hand from his mouth, not without tracing a path from his jaw down his neck before letting it fall to the side of the bed.
"Then... Telle. Just call me Sunny, my close ones call me that."
"So we're close?" Telle purred, smiling at the same time.
Sunny narrowed his eyes. "If you like..." he pressed himself against her, but instead of giving her the pleasure of tasting his lips again, he decided to return the favor a little, burying himself in her neck.
He ran his tongue over the skin right where she had been before on him. In response, she instantly squirmed at the taste on her neck.
"That tickles," she murmured.
Sunny moved down her body, tracing a path with his tongue until he reached her collarbone, while delighting in her, Sunny caressed her. He ran his hand over the contour of her ear, her cheek down to her jaw, going lower and lower, just as his tongue did.
He descended until he met the bothersome blanket. He prepared to remove it, but Telle interposed her hand, placing it against his chest. "Wait a moment."
Sunny backed away. "Was I too fast?"
She shook her head, giving him a somewhat peculiar smile. It wasn't mocking, but something more. Before he had time to process it, the legs that had been wrapped around his waist for a while twisted forcefully, causing him to spin too. The world turned upside down as their positions changed. Telle was now on top of him, the sheet that had covered her was tossed aside during the turn. The robe was still on her shoulders somehow, but covering nothing more than her back; her breasts were exposed. But something that gave him a chill was the look he was receiving; instinctively, he swallowed.
"Gods..." Sunny whispered unintentionally. Ignoring even the intimidating gaze, there was something he couldn't ignore.
He was dazzled, as if looking at something brilliant. It seemed to him that the room was dimly illuminated; of course, this was impossible, but it seemed so.
The figure straddling his hips, even just being an Awakened, was worthy of being mistaken for a Transcendent delicacy.
Subconsciously, Sunny swallowed. Not even the revealing outfit she was wearing expressed a quarter of her beauty.
Hands fell onto Sunny's chest, grasping him like a piece of meat.
"Hey... where did the shy and sweet girl from a while ago go?"
Telle ran her fingers over every muscle fiber, just as she had done with his back. She paid special attention to the snake tattoo; she swore she perceived some trace of life, but that didn't matter to her right now.
"She passed out from the heat and hasn't woken up again. I don't know if she will again," she purred softly to him. As she did so, she narrowed her eyes more.
Telle continued caressing, feeling his skin, enjoying the warmth he radiated. When her inspection felt insufficient, she stopped. She yearned to take the next step.
Sunny remained expectant of what would follow. This sudden change in her behavior left him disconcerted. He swallowed and waited.
Seconds passed. They looked into each other's eyes the whole time; the tension in the air was palpable. When a minute passed and she still hadn't moved, the atmosphere began to dissipate. She averted her gaze and blushed.
"Uh, is something wrong?" Sunny asked.
The suns she had for eyes looked back at him, then strayed to the side again, then to his chest, and then somewhere else.
"Uh... well, I just don't know what to do now," Telle finally looked down, embarrassed.
He almost had to cover his mouth not to laugh at her. 'A barking dog doesn't bite? Was that it?'
He couldn't help but smile tenderly at her. Everything she did provoked something in him; it was impossible for him not to quickly grow fond of her.
"It's alright, let's do things differently. Get off for a moment."
Telle looked distressed, but complied, moving off of him and sitting beside him.
Following her, Sunny also sat up, but positioned himself behind her.
She lowered her head. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, I..." she whispered sheepishly.
He extended his arms, wrapped them around her waist and pulled her towards him in a kind of embrace, pulling her to fit between his legs. In that position, he could cling to her.
"It's all fine. Do I have to repeat it so many times? Nothing is wrong with you. If you don't want to continue this, I'll stop whenever you want."
"No!" she raised her voice, turning around, looking at him in a strange way.
At the sudden shout, Sunny leaned back, blinking in surprise.
Instantly, her outburst ended as quickly as it began. Telle realized this and became distressed.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to shout at you. I just want to say that..." she paused, looked down where the intertwined hands held her, and placed her hands on top of his, stroking them.
The mutual company they felt at that moment was harmonious. Sunny rested his forehead on the back of her neck, and she leaned back, resting on his chest. They maintained this position for a very pleasant while.
Telle turned her head, facing him, until she could look him in the eyes.
From her gaze, laden with feelings, he understood what she wanted to say before she said it.
"Please, take charge of me," she purred, giving him a look full of affection and pleading.
Sunny nodded and, ready to comply with the request, withdrew one of the hands wrapped around her waist. He grabbed the hem around her neck and, with a gentle tug, pulled the robe, which at this point was nothing more than a mere nuisance.
He decided not to rush. Slowly, he uncovered her: first the girl's shoulders were revealed, then her back. He glimpsed her fine skin, hidden by the golden strands that fell over her back. Now that he paid attention, looking at her from behind, she seemed much more vulnerable than before.
Sunny became engrossed watching her shoulder, smaller in comparison to his own. He looked and looked, and by the time he realized it, his lips were already buried in her skin.
He didn't know or understand very well why, but he suddenly felt the urge to kiss her, to kiss her everywhere.
He tightened his embrace around her with greater firmness, letting himself be carried away by the emerging need. He kissed her back, her neck, and finally her ear. All this accompanied by a deep breath. Sunny smiled when he felt her trembling from all of it.
Reluctantly, he stopped pampering her with kisses. If he let himself be carried away by this emotion, he didn't know when it would end. He had more delicate things at hand.
"Let's remove this hindrance," he said softly near her ear.
Between the two of them, they finally separated the robe, tossing it to the side. Easily, either one of them could have taken it off, but doing it together was special for both of them.
The body of the delicate blonde beauty in his arms was now completely exposed, except for the stockings that adorned her legs. She tried to remove them, but Sunny quickly whispered to her not to. He thought she looked better that way.
At the first touch they felt when their chest and back met, it seemed like they both melted into the exquisite body heat of the other. Inherently, they clung to each other as much as possible; every millimeter of skin they could share gave them both an incomprehensible relief.
'It's time,' Sunny thought. Since he saw her dazzling figure, he wanted to do something; there was nothing left to wait for.
He separated his hands from her perfect waist, moving up her skin, tracing a path with a clear objective.
Telle let out a snort, her breathing deepened when his hands reached their destination. He subtly but firmly grasped her noticeable breasts; the flesh barely fit in his hand.
Fascinated at first, he squeezed carefully; the softness seemed to be on another level. Sunny wasn't really proud to boast about it, but within his circle of intimate experiences, Telle, by a wide margin, had the most prominent bust.
He entertained himself kneading and playing with them, but things had to move on. His next target was those coral-colored buttons.
"Mhf..." she moaned in response, accompanied by a snort.
Sunny played with her nipples between his fingers, squeezing and pinching carefully not to overdo it. The girl's face had contorted slightly, her breathing became deeper and heavier, but she didn't resist. Telle clenched her jaw at the constant assault on her upper body. Despite all the tension she was receiving, she still began to feel neglected, unsatisfied. She grabbed the right hand that was bothering her by the wrist.
He abruptly stopped his play. 'Did I go too far now?' Sunny swallowed at the thought that this time he had indeed gone too far, quickly. His thoughts immediately vanished when she pulled his wrist towards her groin. The hand was now positioned on her belly, even a little lower.
It wasn't that he had gone too far; on the contrary, Sunny was going too slow. To show her he understood the message, he offered a kiss on her neck. Strangely, for some reason, when his lips touched her skin, once he started kissing her, he didn't want to stop. He sank his hand with desperate slowness.
Before descending, Sunny caressed her abdomen, slightly defined by muscle. Then he decided to caress the inside of her thighs, they trembled anticipating his arrival. As he indulged in squeezing the fleshy muscles, a pain similar to a pinch surprised him.
"Ouch!" he let out by reflex.
He directed his gaze to the site of the pain, and it was Telle's hand pinching his side. She turned to look at him; again, she didn't have to utter words, her own golden orbs expressed everything. "Stop playing with me," he understood from her eyes.
"It's called foreplay, you know?..."
The pinch only got stronger. "Alright!... Fine," he grumbled.
Sunny didn't waste time, placing his palm right on top of the mound, aligning his fingers just above the entrance. As soon as he placed his hands, he understood why she seemed annoyed: she was soaked. From the very first moment, quick but not rough, he introduced his middle and ring fingers.
Telle jumped in his arms at the current the movement in her intimacy caused. The already familiar soft, wet texture welcomed his fingers. He gave a quick thanks to Bone Weave for giving him this talent with his fingers. 'Weaver probably isn't happy about using his lineage for these things... it's around here... I think... yes, here it is!'
"Oh-AH!" the girl moaned, writhing at the touch. The waves of pleasure that emerged from her were completely unexpected. Sunny could feel the movements inside her; he wouldn't know how to express them, perhaps he could describe them as "effective."
Telle wasn't proud of the sounds escaping her mouth.
She clenched her teeth, trying to hold them back. Her legs pressed against the invading hand, and continuous spasms occurred in her lower body. The sensation was so overwhelming that she clenched her jaw even harder to keep from moaning.
Sunny saw her trembling and tensing her jaw, but, seeing how things were, he decided to do something. He moved his other hand to her cheek, trying to get her attention. "Listen, don't clench your jaw so hard, you could hurt yourself." He received no sign of being heard, or rather, taken into account. Then he decided to take action.
He passed his fingers over her lips, introducing them inside. The surprise for an instant was greater than the pleasure. Telle blinked and loosened the tension in her teeth, opening her mouth slightly, just enough for those fingers to completely slip inside, or at least a good part of the ring and middle fingers between her teeth and tongue.
Sunny, with his goal achieved, could now focus on what he had in hand. Telle's eyes flew open and a moan escaped her throat, no longer able to be contained, thanks to the invading fingers in her mouth.
"AH... AH!" she screamed openly. The pressure on his fingers in her mouth didn't stop; the ones who suffered the damage were Sunny's fingers, but the slight pain was completely worth it to hear her. She writhed, pushing against him in search of some kind of support.
Telle moaned and groaned audibly, perhaps too much, enough to be heard outside the emporium. Fortunately, that did not happen.
Sunny exercised his fingers inside her, seeming more like he was delving into her interior. Such was the precision and care in his touch that after only a few scarce minutes, it seemed his manual work was about to reach its culmination. The tremors had spread throughout her entire body, turning into spasms. Her teeth nibbled on his fingers; no matter how much pressure she exerted, the skin not only didn't tear but seemed stronger than her own teeth.
Small traces of strain were noticeable, both in her throat and in her voice. The audible moans continued and continued. At one point, her breathing became even deeper than it already was; she dug her nails into the bed, threatening to tear it.
The waves of pleasure she was receiving gradually became more noticeable and concentrated. Her body was burning.
Telle pressed her legs even tighter against his hand, as much as she could, and let out a series of heavy groans. She closed her eyes tightly, her entire body tensing and twisting. Sunny withdrew his fingers from her cavity, leaving behind a slight squelching sound. Telle's legs contracted one last time as he pulled out. She fell back, resting on the chest behind him. The girl's head was spinning; she felt exhausted. The little suns she had for eyes fluttered in their sockets.
It was as if she were on autopilot; her irises followed the first thing that caught her attention, which was a pair of black eyes that were also looking at her with particular emotion. She recovered from the recent orgasm while they held the gaze. Once Telle regained clarity, she noticed that at some point, the fingers that forced her to let out embarrassing moans were no longer invading her mouth. She also noticed a remarkable pulsing against her back. She wasn't foolish; a second after noticing it, she understood what was happening.
The look full of excitement upon her was pure desire. Still dazed, in a way she didn't understand, she was lifted into the air, held, and turned over. At that moment, she didn't question how; she was letting herself be carried away by the situation. She was now face down in front of Sunny. He, in contrast, hadn't moved from his position, but something had changed: previously, he was still wearing his pants; right now, those pants had vanished.
Sunny's fully erect member dropped onto her face. She swallowed audibly.
He froze; he understood very well that this would happen. Still, he was anxious. Sunny had flipped the girl over with the help of his Aspect in an irresponsible manner, breaking the self-imposed rules of not using his Aspect to avoid drawing attention, but this was an exception. He rejoiced at the sight of Telle not knowing what to do; it was profoundly moving. In his head, he prepared a quick tease, parting his lips to laugh at her.
"Don't you thi— Oh...!" Only a gasp came out of his tease; he tensed his shoulders and subtly retracted his feet at the sudden sensation in his lower body. This time it was his turn to clench his teeth, lowering his gaze towards the one who caused this reaction. Telle had suddenly plunged towards his groin; it was hard to believe what he saw, but that girl had introduced, if not all, a large part of the length into her mouth.
"H-hey, s-since when...? Oh, damn it...!"
It wasn't just the sudden, wet warmth that overwhelmed him all at once, but the way she took it all. He refused to believe it, but there was a lot of technique in her fellatio. Unlike before, something was born in Telle upon seeing his cock, upon feeling it pulsing on her face. What was born in her was an instinct, a path to follow; she could see it and feel it. Sunny was forced to narrow his eyes when her tongue fluttered over his cock, stimulating and moistening it even more.
The warmth was driving him crazy—no, not just that, it was incredibly comfortable too. There were many other things, but he wasn't going to dedicate himself to guessing them; he was receiving too much pleasure to think clearly. 'How the hell did she learn how to do something like this? Gods, damn it, fuck, shit, this is too much!'
Her head was already moving up and down intensely. Sunny placed a hand on her head, grabbing her hair in a fist, pushing her further down. Every breath he took ended in a gasp. If this continued, he would climax even sooner than she did. He bit his lip and held his breath in hopes of delaying the moment. After going on like this for a while, Telle suddenly took his member out of her mouth, taking a few gasps of air.
He didn't complain: 'I guess she needs a break too... Yes, please... time out...'
The breaks were only fleeting. As soon as she took out his member, completely soaked in saliva, she took it between her fingers. First, she stroked the slippery surface, a product of her own fluids, with her fingertips, then she took it and caressed it. Her hand's grip was between firm and careful; she didn't know with what intensity to hold it, fortunately for Sunny.
Telle was still breathing heavily, catching her breath. Her jaw was truly tired, which was the only reason she stopped, but that didn't mean she would take a pause. She leaned back towards his member, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, licking it from the base to the tip. Along the long path, she gave it a few fleeting kisses. The once imposing Master Sunless squirmed under her touch.
With his other fist, Sunny pounded his forehead; all the efforts he was making to resist were proving useless. Telle, giving him one last kiss on the tip, tucked her hair behind her ear and plunged down, taking it all the way to the base. 'That was it.' He sighed mentally.
"Grhh!" Sunny groaned, pressing the blonde's head harder.
Unable to contain it anymore, he reached his climax. Telle pulled back, coughing when his seed invaded her palate, passing abruptly down her throat, but she didn't pull away. Sunny finished expelling what he had left onto her face, staining her face and hair. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, feeling stunned for a moment.
Sunny slowly opened his eyes; what he saw made him swallow. Two fervent golden discs looked at him with such intensity that it seemed like she was looking right through him. He thought for an instant that he was being hunted. Like a wild beast, the girl leaped onto him, pushing him against the bed. Despite being a Saint, he was surpassed in speed.
They had recovered the initial posture when Telle flipped him over, her astride his hip. This time there were some differences. Before, she was lost, without a guide, very different from now when she was following what her body was telling her. Her gaze only increased in intensity. To make matters worse, her face, stained by himself, was adorned with a mischievous smile. Telle was already holding his erect member again, aligning it against her entrance.
Sunny swallowed. 'What did I get myself into?' he thought, resigned.
His length was rubbed against the girl's dripping vulva, soaking him in her fluids again. Aligning the tip with the entrance, Telle looked at him one last time; he swore he saw little hearts in her eyes. Just as when she abruptly shoved it into her mouth, she let her hips drop onto him, being pierced all at once.
"AH! AHG!" she shrieked, feeling how a burning pain was born inside her and waves of pleasure surged through her.
"Mhfg!" they groaned in unison.
Telle lost all strength, collapsing onto Sunny's chest. Both the pleasure and the pain were searing, completely clouding her mind. Her head bounced on his firm shoulder, in an attempt to endure all that. She opened her mouth, biting his skin. She would have wrapped him in a hug if she could, but her trembling arms wouldn't respond.
On the other hand, Sunny, who was still sensitive, closed his eyes tightly. Her inside was warm and wet, but also extremely tight, too tight.
"T-this... t-this..." The sudden pleasure didn't let him speak either.
Sunny clenched his jaw tightly and brought his hands to the girl's two prominent buttocks, finishing burying what was left outside. His expression was contorted.
The abrupt friction and extreme pressure on his penis led him to another climax just a few seconds after finishing.
"Fuuuuuuck..."
Telle perceived every pulse inside her, so she also felt it when he erupted inside her vagina. She trembled again, biting his skin harder. She was impregnated with the seed. Every shot reached her womb directly. That feeling of being filled delighted her; she wanted more. The semen filtered out of her vagina, along with a trickle of blood. Sunny didn't see it, but he felt it. He had finished inside her, he didn't manage to create any kind of barrier. 'Protection... p-protection... none... shit!'
Clarity soon came to him along with a wave of panic. Shivers ran down his spine imagining the possibilities. He had to get out of her quickly and find a solution fast.
"Uhhh!" Telle moaned, drooling onto him.
But he didn't do that. Instead, he lunged against her, penetrating her even deeper. 'I can't... I don't care anymore...'
Sunny firmly grabbed Telle's butt, strong enough to leave the imprint of his fingers. He slid his cock out, while partially withdrawing from inside her. Another tide of semen filtered out from inside her. Every inch of him outside her tight crevice demanded to be reinserted.
"H-hey... h-he-ey..." Telle found herself incapable of speaking; she couldn't form words.
He ignored the voice that seemed like a desperate plea, thrusting again. Her body screamed in pain and pleasure at once. Her inside threatened to split with every shove. It was for only an instant, but she dramatically thought she would die. Telle wanted to protest and ask for a time-out, anything to stop it. She was about to do it, to cry to him that she had been too arrogant and needed to rest, she couldn't keep up the pace. But something in her prevented it. The only sound that escaped her lips was an undignified moan that drowned out her protests.
Sunny was melting inside her. The pressure that was already incredible only continued to increase; it seemed like she wanted to squeeze him dry. It was taking too much effort for him to remain firm. He wasn't inexperienced, but he felt like it at that instant. If he had his shadow at his disposal, he would have boosted himself. The thrusts began to pick up rhythm, moving from clumsy and disordered to rhythmic and intense.
Every time he completed the journey, burying himself completely inside her before sliding out, Telle swore she heard the sound of a bell in her head. Perhaps she was so clouded by pleasure that she was hallucinating.
It was completely impossible for both of them to suppress their moans and gasps. The heat of their colliding parts had quickly spread to every part of their bodies along with the electric pleasure.
They melted, pressing against each other. Every movement, however subtle, was a jolt of pleasure for both.
At some point during the act, Telle had clung to his neck, wrapping her arms around it. She didn't have the strength to lift herself up; that much was clear. His breath reached her ear, along with her weeping. Withdrawing one of his hands from her plump butt, Sunny grabbed the hair on her head. He saw her face contorted by all the strong sensations.
Tears fell from her eyes. Precisely those eyes looked at him just as fervently as before. His lips stung. The itch turned into a burning sensation that grew stronger with every moment, but he knew how to soothe this.
Sunny pressed his lips against hers, relieving himself. But he didn't stop there; now he invaded her mouth with his tongue. She gasped, and from that reaction, he intuited that she didn't expect this, but she didn't reject it, yielding her mouth and letting herself be overwhelmed. The throbbing of his cock became increasingly stronger, anticipating his next orgasm.
He lunged forward, separating from her lips for now. The roles were reversed; now he was on top of her. He continued thrusting with the same rhythm. In this way, he could see her clearly: tears threatening to escape, her face contorted like his own, her glorious breasts bouncing from his force.
Telle extended her legs behind him, locking around his back. There would be no escape now—not that he was going to run away anyway. He leaned further forward, took her face to continue the kiss. If there was anything he should worry about, that something no longer had a place in his head. All that mattered now was to stay here, with her and for her.
Sunny had to break the kiss for a moment. He growled with pleasure and thrust hard a couple of times before stopping. He had done it again, finishing inside her.
Just like before, he barely cared. He extended his arms, holding himself up so as not to fall while still pumping inside her. Looking down, there were her golden, moving little eyes. They were dazzling; he could have stayed watching her like that for much longer.
"More..." she whispered. "Give me more, my love."
Simple words, yet so simple and profound, they awakened things in him. If before they might have made him regain reason, now it was impossible. The sound of wet applause filled the room for several more minutes.
At no point did either of them yield to rest. The shared heat was so intimate that separating at that point was insulting. They couldn't continue like this forever. They practically turned the bed upside down.
Time stretched to infinity; they spun, clung to each other, and fell onto one another. An uncountable number of minutes had passed, perhaps even a few hours, but no one was keeping track.
The thrusts became intense, too intense. Telle no longer even had the strength to moan; she only let out soft, trembling growls. One last thrust made her tremble violently as she felt herself being completely filled again. She no longer kept count. She no longer even reacted adequately; she just lay on top of him, the most comfortable place in both worlds.
The two of them, as was customary throughout this encounter, gasped together and sought air at the same time. Unlike the other occasions, Sunny no longer continued thrusting. He grabbed her hips and lifted them.
He didn't crash into her again; on the contrary, they separated, reluctantly on his part—on both of theirs, actually. Semen gushed out of her entrance. He wouldn't exaggerate if he said her belly was even subtly swollen during all this time. He laid her beside him carefully.
Telle had bite marks, hickeys, and grip marks all along her neck and chest. With a single glance, he noticed she was one step away from falling asleep, which was why he separated from her.
But, conversely, her eyes still radiated energy and passion, with him as their target.
"Mh," Sunny chuckled under his breath.
"You're... you're insatiable," he said as calmly as if he hadn't just finished doing it.
Telle didn't speak, but her eyes spoke for her.
"Yes, I'm somewhat resilient, I suppose."
"Well, maybe I'm not 'somewhat,' I'm resilient, that's fine."
"Hey... don't tell me you want to continue, you can barely keep your eyes open."
Telle snorted angrily, sounding like a grumble. He reached out his arm to caress the defeated girl's cheek. The intense gaze he received was quickly soothed after his touch. With the strength she still possessed, she raised an arm, holding the hand that was caressing her. They lay inert again, appreciating each other mutually.
Once separated, the heat escaped, which made both of them unsatisfied. Sunny, who still had energy as if nothing had ever happened, approached the blonde girl to carry her in his arms. With the help of shadow hands, he spread out the messy bed and laid the girl on it, followed by himself.
Sunny didn't just want to lie next to her. As he settled between the sheets, he grabbed her, pulling her close to him, discontent with the idea of not feeling her skin. He wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her. Only there could both he and she fall asleep, and what a wonderful dream it was.