The last of the daylight was gone.
Renji pulled the cloak the rest of the way off the fairy’s shoulders and let it fall. She sat there in the ruined white clothes that still barely clung to her slim body, looking up at him with wide, uncomprehending blue eyes. No fear. No calculation. Just pure, open confusion.
“What are you doing…?”
“Making it official,” he repeated, already pulling his own shirt over his head. “Lie down. On your stomach.”
She hesitated only a second, then obeyed. The grass was cool under the thin fabric of her clothes as she stretched out flat. Renji finished undressing, kicked the last of his clothes aside, and lowered himself directly on top of her.
His full weight settled along her back in a deliberate star pattern—chest to shoulders, hips to ass, thighs bracketing hers, arms braced just outside her own. His hard, already wet cock rested heavily in the soft valley of her lower back. She was completely pinned. Every breath she took pressed her against the ground and back up into him.
The fairy made a small, startled sound.
“You’re… heavy.”
“I know.”
He had pure access to the side of her neck from this angle. He lowered his mouth and bit down lightly, just enough to make her jolt. Her transparent wings twitched hard against his chest. He noticed immediately.
He shifted just enough to free one hand and brushed a fingertip along the thin, glowing membrane of the nearest wing.
The reaction was instant and violent.
The fairy’s entire body arched under him with a high, broken moan that was nothing like the soft voice she had used all day. Her wings fluttered wildly. Her hips jerked. The sound she made was pure, unfiltered sensitivity.
{Oh. Wings are better than nipples. Noted.}
Renji smiled against her neck and did it again, slower, tracing the edge of the wing while his cock stayed pressed hot and heavy against her back. She moaned louder, face turned sideways into the grass, fingers digging into the dirt.
“Sensitive,” he murmured. “More than the rest of you.”
He kept the torment slow. One hand working the wing in light, deliberate strokes while the other slid down her side, under her body, and between her legs from the front. She was already wet. He parted her with two fingers and started stroking in the same unhurried rhythm, building her carefully while his mouth stayed busy on her neck and the wing kept receiving those light, devastating touches.
The fairy tried to speak between the sounds he was pulling out of her.
“W-wait… this is… I’ve never…”
“I know.”
He didn’t speed up. He kept her pinned under his full weight, cock throbbing against her back, fingers working her open with experienced patience while the wing remained his favorite toy. Every time she got close he eased off the clit and focused only on the wing until the rising tension fell back. She started trembling. Soft, desperate little whimpers left her every time he denied the peak.
He kept her there a long time.
When he finally decided she had earned it, he pressed harder on her clit, stroked the most sensitive part of the wing at the same time, and bit down on the side of her neck.
The fairy came with a sharp, shocked cry. Her body locked up under him. Clear fluid sprayed across the inside of her own ruined clothes and the grass beneath her in hard, rhythmic pulses. She kept squirting while her wings fluttered helplessly and her cunt clenched around nothing.
Renji didn’t give her time to recover.
He lifted his hips just enough, guided his cock down between her thighs, and pushed into her from behind in one slow, continuous thrust while she was still pulsing from the first orgasm. She was tight, scorching, and soaked. The fairy’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her fingers tore at the grass.
He started riding her with deep, steady strokes, full weight still pressing her into the ground. Every thrust dragged his chest across her sensitive wings and pulled another broken sound out of her. He reached under her again and found her clit, circling it while he fucked her without mercy or hurry.
“Name,” he said against her ear, voice calm even as he bottomed out inside her. “Tell me your name.”
She shook her head weakly, face pressed into the dirt, too overwhelmed to form words.
He kept the pace exactly the same—deep, relentless, fingers steady on her clit, chest rubbing her wings with every movement. The second orgasm built slower because she was already oversensitive, but it built all the same. Her thighs started shaking. Her moans turned high and continuous.
“Name,” he repeated, nipping her ear. “Or I stop right here and leave you like this.”
The threat worked.
Between broken gasps she finally forced the word out.
“L-Lira…! My name is Lira—please—”
Renji smiled against the back of her neck.
“Good girl, Lira.”
He gave her the second orgasm immediately. Harder pressure on her clit, deeper thrusts, chest grinding across both wings at once. Lira came with a raw, open cry, body seizing under him, cunt clamping down hard enough that it almost dragged him over with her. He fucked her through every pulse, dragging it out until she was shaking and whimpering and completely limp beneath him.
Only then did he finally let himself finish, burying his cock to the hilt and spilling deep inside her with a low groan.
For a long moment the only sounds were their breathing and the distant night insects.
Renji stayed on top of her, still inside, still pinning her in that same star pattern, mouth brushing the side of her neck where he had bitten her.
“Lira,” he said again, testing the name. “You’re mine now. Both of you are.”
She made a small, exhausted sound that might have been agreement.
In the distance, faint footsteps approached along the dirt path. Aya was returning with the supplies.
Renji finally lifted his weight off Lira’s back, pulled out slowly, and reached for his clothes without any particular hurry. The fairy stayed face-down in the grass for several more seconds, wings twitching with aftershocks, freshly claimed and still dripping.
The night air was cool.
Aya’s silhouette appeared at the top of the low ridge a moment later, arms full of bundles.
Renji glanced up at her, calm as ever, and started pulling his shirt back on like nothing unusual had happened while she was gone.