They pulled back again, breaths mingling in the cool night air, the city’s distant hum a faint underscore to the pounding in Arthur’s chest. Luna’s eyes, those golden depths flecked with ancient light, held his with a vulnerability that made his throat tighten. She was Luna—his anchor, his healer, the qilin who had walked through fire and shadow at his side. But in this moment, she was also just a woman, human-formed and trembling faintly under his touch, her inexperience a quiet undercurrent to the desire that sparked between them. "Inside," Arthur murmured, his voice low and rough, thumb brushing her lower lip where it still tingled from their kiss. "The bedroom. We should... go to the bedroom." Luna nodded, her hand slipping into his, fingers interlacing with a grip that was equal parts certainty and nerves. She glanced back at the couch where Stella slept soundly, the pendant glowing softly against her chest like a guardian light. "She’ll be fine," Luna whispered, as if reading his thoughts. "The house wards are strong. And Tiamat’s out there, somewhere." Arthur squeezed her hand, leading her through the quiet living room, past the glass dome with its eternal blue rose, the word etched in its petals a silent benediction. The master bedroom was down a short hall, a sanctuary of warm woods and soft linens, lit by the soft glow of enchanted sconces that flickered to life at their approach. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the world with a hush that felt sacred. The room was spacious, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in deep blue sheets that matched the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered from the incense burner on the dresser, mingling with the residual chocolate from earlier. Arthur turned to Luna, pulling her gently into his arms, his hands settling on her hips as he searched her face. "You’re sure?" he asked, voice steady but laced with care. He’d been here before—with his other fiancées, in moments of passion forged from battles won and loves deepened. He knew the rhythms, the ways bodies could speak when words fell short. But Luna... she was new to this, her qilin nature making her ageless yet untouched in this human intimacy. He wouldn’t rush her, wouldn’t assume. Luna’s lips curved in a small, shy smile, her cheeks flushing a soft pink that contrasted with her ethereal glow. "Yes," she breathed, stepping closer until their bodies pressed together, the heat of her seeping through their clothes. "I’ve waited... Arthur, I’ve wanted this. With you." He kissed her then, slower this time, savoring the way her mouth opened under his, tentative at first, then bolder as she mirrored his movements. Her hands explored his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Arthur’s experience guided him; he kept his touches light, reassuring, letting her set the pace even as desire coiled tight in his gut. They moved toward the bed, shedding layers as they went. Arthur tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the scars that mapped his history—faded lines from claws and blades, the faint shimmer of Purelight where Luna had healed him time and again. She paused, her fingers ghosting over them, eyes wide with a mix of awe and tenderness. "You’re beautiful," she whispered, voice catching. It wasn’t flattery; it was truth, raw and unfiltered. He chuckled softly, cupping her face. "Says the qilin who glows like moonlight." His hands slid to the hem of her blouse, waiting for her nod before lifting it away. Beneath, her skin was flawless, pale and luminous, her human form curvaceous and inviting—full breasts cradled in simple lace, hips flaring in a way that made his breath hitch. She wasn’t built like a warrior, not in this shape; she was soft, elegant, a creature of grace and light. Luna shivered as the cool air kissed her skin, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest. Arthur gently pulled them away, kissing her palms before leaning in to trail his lips along her collarbone. "You’re safe with me," he murmured against her skin. "Always." She relaxed under his touch, her hands finding the button of his pants, fumbling slightly with nerves. He helped her, stepping out of them, his arousal evident through his boxers, a testament to how much he wanted her. Luna’s eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features, but curiosity won out. She reached out, her fingers brushing him tentatively, feeling the heat and hardness through the fabric. Arthur groaned softly, his hand covering hers, guiding her stroke. "," he said, voice husky. He watched her face, the way her lips parted in fascination, her glow intensifying slightly as her qilin essence responded to the intimacy. It was mesmerizing—faint golden light pulsing under her skin, like stars trapped in porcelain. Emboldened, Luna hooked her fingers in his waistband, pulling down his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already weeping at the tip from the buildup of their kisses. She stared, her breath quickening, before wrapping her hand around him experimentally. The skin was velvet-soft over steel, hot and alive under her palm. Arthur hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. "Easy," he said, though his voice strained. "Gods, Luna... that feels good." She stroked him slowly, learning the rhythm, the way he thickened in her grasp, the subtle twitches that told her what he liked. Arthur kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, distracting her from her own self-consciousness as he unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled free, nipples pebbling in the air—rosy peaks that begged for attention. He cupped one, thumb circling the sensitive bud, eliciting a gasp from her. "Oh," she murmured, arching into his hand. It was a new sensation, electric and warm, sending sparks down her spine. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. Luna’s hand tightened on him involuntarily, drawing a muffled moan from Arthur. He lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between licks and gentle bites, his free hand kneading the other mound. She tasted like salt and sweetness, her skin flushing deeper under his ministrations. Luna’s free hand tangled in his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure built in her core. She’d felt arousal before, in fleeting moments of fantasy, but this was real—tangible, overwhelming. Her panties grew damp, the ache between her thighs insistent. Arthur sensed it, his hand sliding down her belly, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. "May I?" he asked, pulling back to meet her eyes. She nodded, biting her lip. He helped her out of the skirt and panties, revealing her fully. Her mound was neatly trimmed, a soft tuft of dark hair above slick folds that glistened with arousal. Arthur’s gaze darkened with hunger, but he moved slowly, settling her back on the bed, the sheets cool against her heated skin. He knelt between her legs, parting them gently. Luna’s breath came in short pants, her hands clutching the bedding. "Arthur... I don’t know..." "Trust me," he said, kissing the inside of her thigh. "I’ll make it good for you." His mouth descended, tongue flicking out to taste her. Luna cried out, hips jerking at the intimate contact. He lapped at her folds, savoring her musky sweetness, circling her clit with deliberate strokes. She was exquisite—responsive, her body arching as he explored her. He sucked gently on the bundle of nerves, feeling it swell under his tongue, her moans growing louder. Fingers joined his mouth, one slipping inside her wet heat. She was tight, untouched, her walls clenching around him as he curled it upward, seeking that sensitive spot. Luna’s hands flew to his head, not pushing away but holding him there, her glow brightening the room like a soft dawn. "Arthur... oh gods, that... don’t stop," she gasped, her voice breaking. He added a second finger, stretching her carefully, scissoring them to prepare her. His thumb rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts, building her toward the edge. Luna’s breaths turned ragged, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. When she came, it was with a keening cry, her essence flooding his mouth, her glow flaring brilliantly. Arthur lapped her through it, prolonging the waves until she shuddered and went limp, eyes glassy with bliss. He crawled up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Luna wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, her legs parting wider in invitation. "Now?" she whispered, voice husky. "Now," he agreed, positioning himself at her entrance. His cock nudged her slick folds, the head breaching her slowly. She was incredibly tight, her inexperience making the fit snug, but her arousal eased the way. Arthur pushed in inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of pain. Luna winced slightly at the stretch, but her hands on his back urged him on. "Keep going," she breathed. "I want all of you." He bottomed out with a groan, buried to the hilt in her warmth. They stayed still for a moment, adjusting—him to her vise-like grip, her to the fullness that bordered on overwhelming. Then, slowly, he began to move, shallow thrusts that built a rhythm. Luna’s nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rising to meet him tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through them both, her walls fluttering around him. Arthur angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp. "Faster," she moaned, surprising herself with the demand.