He obliged, picking up speed, the bed creaking under them. Sweat slicked their skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, their mingled breaths and moans. Luna’s glow pulsed in time with their movements, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Arthur’s hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. Luna’s eyes widened, her body arching as another orgasm built. "Arthur... I’m... again..." "Come for me," he growled, thrusting deeper, harder. She shattered around him, her cry muffled against his shoulder as her walls clamped down, milking him. The sensation pushed Arthur over the edge; with a final, deep thrust, he came, spilling inside her with a guttural moan, his body shuddering in release. They collapsed together, limbs entangled, breaths slowing in the afterglow. Arthur rolled to the side, pulling her against him, kissing her forehead as her glow dimmed to a soft, contented shimmer. "That was..." Luna trailed off, smiling lazily. "Perfect," he finished, holding her close as sleep began to claim them, the night wrapping around their shared warmth. 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. Rose had been fiery, her touches demanding and passionate; Elara, gentle and exploratory, like mapping stars; Mira, playful and teasing, turning intimacy into a game; Syl, intense and raw, born from shared scars; and Vivi, whimsical, weaving magic into every caress. Each had taught him something, honed his awareness of what a partner needed. 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. He’d guide her, let her discover at her own pace. 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. For so long, I’ve watched you with the others, not out of jealousy, but curiosity. Wondering what it would feel like to be held by you like that, to feel you inside me." Her words sent a surge of heat through him, his cock twitching in his pants. Arthur 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 tongue brushed his shyly, exploring the taste of him—salt from the night’s sweat, the faint bitterness of coffee from earlier, all undercut by the warmth that was uniquely Arthur. Her hands explored his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. It was faster than usual, a drumbeat that echoed her own racing pulse. Arthur’s experience guided him; he kept his touches light, reassuring, letting her set the pace even as desire coiled tight in his gut. He backed her toward the bed, their kisses growing deeper, more urgent. Luna’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her inexperience showing in the way she paused, hands shaking slightly. He helped her, shrugging out of it, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, dusted with dark hair, scars weaving a tapestry of his life. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Luna’s breath caught, her fingers tracing a long, faded gash across his ribs—a remnant from the Savage Communion battle. "This one," she murmured, "I remember healing it. You were so stubborn, refusing to rest." "And you were there, holding me together," he replied, voice thick. He captured her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing each fingertip. Encouraged, she leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin, tasting the salt of him, the faint musk of his cologne. Arthur groaned, his hands sliding under her blouse, palms flat against the smooth plane of her back. Her skin was warmer than human, a subtle qilin heat that radiated like banked coals. He pulled back just enough to lift her blouse over her head, revealing the simple white bra that cupped her breasts. They were full and round, rising and falling with her quick breaths. Luna’s arms rose to cover herself instinctively, but Arthur gently lowered them, his eyes drinking her in. "Don’t hide," he said softly. "You’re stunning." She swallowed, nodding, as he reached behind her to unhook the bra. It fell away, exposing her to his gaze. Her nipples were dark rose, already hardened from the cool air and anticipation. Arthur’s mouth watered; he cupped one breast, feeling its weight, the softness yielding to his touch. His thumb brushed the nipple, and Luna gasped, a jolt shooting straight to her core. "That... feels good," she whispered, arching into him. He smiled, lowering his head to take the peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, sucking gently, then harder as she moaned. Luna’s hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in as new sensations flooded her. It was like nothing she’d imagined—wet heat, gentle pressure, building an ache between her legs that made her thighs press together.