The firelight flickered against the walls of the cave, casting long shadows that seemed to dance around them. Zenith slumped against the cool stone, his breaths shallow and uneven. His body felt like it had been wrung dry, every muscle aching, his mind clouded with fatigue.1
Erya knelt in front of him, her expression soft yet resolute. She reached out, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Zenith, you can't keep going like this. You need to recover."1
He gave a faint, humorless chuckle. "If you've got a magic spell to fix this, now would be a great time to use it."
She hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, then closing again. Finally, she leaned closer, her gaze locking with his. "There's... another way. It's intimate, and it's not something I suggest lightly, but it could help restore your strength."1
Zenith's brow furrowed, trying to understand through the haze of exhaustion. "What are you talking about?"1
She flushed but didn't look away. "Through touch, through connection—through sex. It's a way to share energy, to give you what you need to heal."1
His eyes widened slightly, and he stared at her in stunned silence. "Erya, I... Are you sure?"1"I'm sure," she said softly but firmly, her cheeks flushed. "I want to help you, Zenith. Let me."
For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. Then he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you."1Erya leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was warm and lingering. Slowly, the tension in his body began to melt as her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. Her fingers explored the planes of his chest, her touch soft and reverent.1Zenith's breathing quickened as she kissed her way down his neck, her lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. When she reached his waistband, she paused, glancing up at him for confirmation. He gave a small, shaky nod.1Her hands deftly unfastened his belt and slid his trousers down, freeing him. She took him into her hand, her touch firm but gentle as she began to stroke him. Zenith let out a low groan, his head falling back against the rock.1Erya leaned forward, her lips pressing soft kisses along his length before she took him into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her tongue sent a shiver up his spine, and his fingers instinctively tangled in her hair. She moved slowly at first, her tongue gliding along him in deliberate, teasing strokes before taking him deeper.1
Zenith's breaths came in uneven gasps, his exhaustion giving way to an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Erya's rhythm quickened, her movements precise yet passionate, drawing him closer to the edge with every moment.1
When she finally pulled back, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed, Zenith was trembling, his body thrumming with newfound energy. She climbed into his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him deeply.1Their bodies moved together as she guided him inside her, her soft gasp mingling with his ragged moan. The intensity between them grew, their movements synchronized as they lost themselves in each other. The cave seemed to hum with energy, their shared connection radiating warmth and power.
As they reached their peak together, Zenith felt an incredible surge of strength coursing through him, as if her very essence had reignited the fire within him.1When it was over, they lay together on the stone floor, their bodies entwined. Erya rested her head on his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin.1
"You look better," she said with a small smile, her voice teasing but full of affection.1
Zenith laughed softly, his arms tightening around her. "I feel like I could take on the world."1
Erya tilted her head to look at him, her expression tender. "Good. Because the world isn't going to wait for us to catch our breath."1For now, though, they stayed wrapped in each other's warmth, the world outside momentarily forgotten.