Scathach lay beneath him, her spear knocked from her grasp, one of his hands pinning her wrists above her head while the blade of his scythe rested at her throat.
For several moments, neither of them spoke.
The only sound was their heavy breathing.
Then Scathach laughed.
A rich, beautiful laugh filled with pride rather than frustration.
"You finally did it."
Her crimson eyes met his.
And for the first time, she looked at him not as a student.
Not as a rival.
But as a man.
"As expected of my greatest disciple."
Sirzechs smiled.
"I learned from the best."
A faint blush appeared on Scathach’s face.
Rare.
Beautiful.
And completely genuine.
Slowly, she reached up and placed a hand against his cheek.
"I suppose I can no longer deny it."
Her voice softened.
"I love you, Sirzechs."
Those simple words carried more weight than any victory.
For a woman like Scathach, they were worth more than any treasure in existence.
Sirzechs leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers.
"I love you too, Scathach."
A warm smile appeared on her lips.
Then she spoke the words he had been hoping to hear.
"I’ll join your Peerage."
Her eyes sparkled with affection.
"Not because you defeated me."
She gently poked his chest.
"Well, perhaps a little because of that."
Sirzechs chuckled.
Scathach continued.
"I’ll join because you’re the man I chose."
"You’re my lover."
"And the one with whom I wish to spend the rest of my life."
Sirzechs smiled warmly.
For all her complaints, he knew she had intended to accept from the very beginning.
Still, neither of them would have wanted it any other way.
After all, some traditions were worth preserving.
A small smile appeared on her lips. "Now fuck my brains out..."
She pushed herself up and walked toward a distant tree that had survived their battle.
Placing both hands against the rough bark, she glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she deliberately shook her ass at him in invitation.
Sirzechs didn’t need a second invitation. He closed the distance between them in three long strides, his boots crunching on the debris-strewn ground.
The raw energy of their battle hadn’t dissipated; it had merely transformed, coalescing into a different kind of heat that crackled between them.
He didn’t touch her immediately, instead stopping just behind her. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body, see the slight tremor of anticipation in her shoulders.
His gaze roamed over the curve of her back, down to the sway of her hips, and the powerful lines of her thighs pressed against the fabric of her attire.
The sight of her presenting herself so brazenly, after such a vicious fight, was more intoxicating than any victory.
"Such a Nice Ass," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.
Scathach shivered, pressing her forehead against the rough bark of the tree.
"Isn’t it?"
She retorted, though the breathless quality of her voice betrayed her. "It’s Yours, You can do as you Please with it."
His hands finally landed on her hips, gripping firmly. The contact was electric, and she arched back into him with a soft gasp. He leaned in, his chest flush against her back, and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.
"Then I’d be a poor lover if I didn’t accept such an invitation," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
One hand slid around her waist, pulling her tighter against him, while the other traced a path up her side, his fingers mapping the familiar yet thrilling terrain of her body.
The Shadow Realm’s cold wind was forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming warmth building between them.
Sirzechs’s hands were firm on her hips, his grip possessive. "I want to hear you say it," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body.
Scathach pushed back against him, rubbing her ass against the hard ridge straining against his trousers.
"I want you to ruin me," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I want you to fuck me so hard that the only thing I can remember is your name."
*THWACK!*
His hand came down hard on her ass cheek, leaving a red imprint on her pale skin. Scathach cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her knees weak.
"Like that?" he asked, his voice dark with amusement.
*THWACK! THWACK!*
Two more slaps landed on her other cheek, making her flesh jiggle. "Yesss," she hissed, pressing her forehead against the tree. "Don’t hold back."
Sirzechs chuckled, a deep, predatory sound. "Oh, I won’t." He ripped her trousers the rest of the way off, the sound of tearing fabric echoing through the Shadow Realm. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Zechs... I need you inside me now."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"FUUUUCK!" they both cried out in unison.
Sirzechs paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight heat surrounding him, before beginning to move.
His strokes were deep and deliberate at first, each withdrawal leaving her empty and wanting, each thrust filling her completely.
*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!*
The sound of his balls hitting her ass echoed through the desolate landscape, mingling with their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
"More," she demanded, her voice tight with need. "Fuck me more!"
Sirzechs complied, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. The tree groaned under the force of their coupling, its bark scraping against Scathach’s palms.
"You like that, don’t you?" he grunted, reaching around to rub her clit. "You like being fucked like the little warrior slut you are?"
"YESSS!" she screamed, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. "I’m your little warrior slut! Love me! Claim me!"
Her words pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside her one last time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her.
For several moments, they remained joined, their bodies pressed together, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That was... intense," Scathach managed, her voice shaky.
"We’re not done yet," Sirzechs replied, pulling out of her and turning her around. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the tree.
Their second round was slower, more deliberate. Sirzechs took his time, savoring every thrust, every moan that escaped Scathach’s lips. He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling as he moved inside her.
"You feel so good," she moaned, her head falling back against the tree. "So deep."
"You’re So tight Scath," he grunted in response. "So sexy."
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