The three of them left Effie's fire and slipped into the maze of the outer slums, black-glass alleys stinking of rot and despair. Every few steps Effie would peel off to scout, vanishing around corners with surprising silence for someone her size. It gave them exactly the window Sunny needed.
The moment Effie's footsteps faded, Sunny spun Nephis into a shadowed alcove between two leaning ruins. His fingers were still buried in her ass; he hadn't pulled them out since the plaza. He twisted them once, hard, just to feel her clench, then slid free only long enough to summon the Memory.
A shimmer of starlight condensed around his wrist and flowed into her palm: the [Starlight Legion Armor], liquid silver plates edged in faint white glow, beautiful, weightless, and impossibly strong.
Nephis's eyes widened a fraction. "When did you—"
"After the Carapace Demon," Sunny muttered, already pressing the chest piece into her hands. "Kept it quiet."
Her fingers closed around the armor… then shot straight to his cock, wrapping tight, almost painful. She squeezed until his breath hissed out.
"You couldn't give this to me sooner?" Voice low, dangerous.
Sunny's hips jerked into her grip; a short, shameless moan escaped him. "If you'd worn it earlier… I wouldn't have had easy access to this perfect fucking body whenever I wanted."
Nephis's eyes flashed. For a second he thought she'd crush him. Instead, her grip loosened, thumb sliding once, deliberately, over the slick head, smearing precum.
"Greedy little pervert," she whispered.
Then she let go and stepped back, already dismissing the dried seaweed bikini with a thought. The scraps fluttered to the filth-covered ground. Naked, glorious, skin still streaked with old fruit and dried cum, she began summoning the new armor piece by piece.
Sunny watched like a starving man. As white sparks shimmered around then nude Nephis's body.
The breastplate formed first, hugging her tits, lifting them, the silver metal molding to every curve like liquid starlight. Greaves next, sliding up her calves and thighs. She reached for the leggings.
Sunny moved faster.
He shoved his own trousers down in one rough motion, cock springing free, flushed dark, already dripping. He stepped in, crowding her against the wall.
"Just once," he rasped. "Please. Quick, before the big oaf comes back."
Nephis glanced down the alley, then back at him. The look she gave him was pure ice and fire. She gave the smallest, most reluctant nod.
"Fast."
That was all he needed.
He spun her, pressed her chest to the cold stone wall, and kicked her legs apart. The half-formed leggings hung at her knees; her ass and cunt were bare, glistening. Sunny gripped his cock, lined up, and slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Nephis's breath exploded out of her, muffled against her forearm. Her pussy took him like it had been waiting years, walls fluttering, scalding hot, soaking wet from an hour of his fingers in her ass. He didn't give her time to adjust; he fucked her hard and fast, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
The starlight armor clinked softly with each impact, silver plates shifting over her tits, the metal cool against her nipples while his cock burned her up from the inside.
"Slow down--Aghhhh"
"Quiet," he growled against her ear, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other bruising her hip.
Nephis moaned into his palm, hips shoving back to meet every thrust, greedy, shameless. Her cunt clenched rhythmically, already close. Sunny reached around, found her swollen clit through the open front of the armor, and rubbed hard, merciless circles.
Thirty seconds. Forty. Her whole body locked up; she came with a strangled cry muffled against his hand, pussy spasming so hard it nearly pushed him out. Sunny followed right after, burying himself deep and unloading in thick, heavy pulses, filling her until it leaked down her thighs in creamy white against the silver greaves.
Sunny didn't pull out.
He stayed buried to the hilt, hips rolling slow and deep, dragging his cock through the mess he'd already made inside her. Nephis's back was still pressed to the wall, silver armor half-formed, leggings tangled at her knees, tits heaving under the starlight plates. Her pussy fluttered around him, aftershocks milking every inch.
"Listen to me," he rasped against her ear, voice cracking. "Please stay with me, Neph. I like you… fuck, I love you. I love you so much it hurts."
The confession tore out of him raw, desperate, nothing like his usual cocky drawl. His thrusts turned frantic, hips snapping hard enough to rattle the armor on her chest. Nephis's breath hitched; her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt.
"Sunny—"
He kissed her to shut her up, tongue fucking her mouth in time with his cock in her cunt. She kissed back just as hard, teeth clashing, moans swallowed between them.
The second orgasm hit them like a hammer.
Nephis came first, pussy clamping down in violent spasms, a silent scream against his lips. Sunny followed a heartbeat later, Bloodweave turning the climax into a flood. Thick, endless ropes of cum pumped into her, litre after litre, far more than any human body should hold. Her cunt overflowed instantly, hot white spilling out around his shaft, running in heavy streams down her thighs, splattering the silver greaves, dripping from her knees to the filthy ground in obscene puddles.
He was still coming, cock jerking like it would never stop.
"Armor, off, now," he growled against her mouth.
Nephis dismissed the Memory with a thought. The starlight plates dissolved into motes of light, leaving her completely bare. Sunny pulled out mid-spurt and painted her, ropes of thick cum lashing across her stomach, her tits, her throat. The last few pulses hit her open mouth; she caught them on her tongue without thinking, silver eyes locked on his the entire time.
When it finally ended they were both shaking. Cum glazed her from collarbones to calves in glossy, obscene streaks, dripping from her nipples, running in slow rivers down her abs. The air reeked of sex and heart-fruit and them.
Nephis staggered back a step, chest heaving, and caught her reflection in a jagged shard of black glass propped against the wall.
The sight stole her breath.
Silver hair wild, lips swollen and shiny with his spend, body literally drenched in ropes and sheets of white, thighs slick, pussy puffy and leaking. She looked used, claimed, filthy, radiant. A goddess painted in cum.
Heat coiled low in her belly again, shame and lust so tangled she couldn't tell them apart. Her fingers twitched, wanting to touch, to spread it, to taste.
Sunny watched her watch herself, chest heaving, eyes dark with something raw and terrified still flickering behind the satisfaction.
Nephis met his gaze in the broken mirror. Cum slid down her cheek like a tear. Slowly, deliberately, she dragged two fingers through the mess on her breast, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean.
Her voice, when it came, was soft, steady, and dangerous.
"You love me?"
Sunny swallowed hard. Nodded.
A pause. Then the smallest, softest smile he'd ever seen on her face.
"Good," she said. "Because you just marked your property, little cockroach. Now you don't get to take it back."
Nephis didn't move to clean herself. She just stood there, bathed in his cum, letting it dry on her skin like war paint, and reached for his hand.
Sunny took it, heart hammering, terrified and euphoric all at once.
She summoned the Armour just as Effie's heavy footsteps echoed at the end of the alley.
The starlight armor flowed over Nephis's skin like liquid moonlight, sealing her from throat to ankle in flawless, radiant, untouchable. But beneath it, Sunny's cum still moved.
Thick, warm, endless ropes of it slid over her breasts, pooled in the hollow of her navel, trickled down the crease of her ass. Every time she took a step the slick mess shifted, coating the inside of the armor until the metal itself seemed to breathe with his scent: crushed pomegranate, molten iron, raw sex. A single drop escaped the seam at her inner thigh and rolled slowly down the silver greave, leaving a glossy trail no one else could see.
Nephis straightened instantly, armor finishing its formation leggings snapping into place like nothing had happened. Only the flush high on her cheeks and the smell of fresh cum gave her away.
Sunny tucked himself away, breathing hard, heart hammering.
Effie rounded the corner, spear over her shoulder.
"Clear," she announced. "Let's move."
Nephis glanced at Sunny once, silver eyes promising retribution later, and started walking.
Sunny followed, tasting pomegranate where he'd bitten his tongue to stay quiet, already counting the minutes until he could drag her into the next dark corner and do it again.
(bloodweave causes Sunny's bodily fluids like blood, sweat and cum to have a sweet taste and a favor similar to a pomegranate)