Marnie's house was not far. Behind the bakery, which itself was across the small square facing the Temple across the river. A quick stroll under the moonlight. The wind outside blew much colder compared to the Festival and all the warm bodies and bonfires.

Even taking the main street there was barely any other souls around. One or other lost drunk or exhausted worker at max. Aaron was not really afraid of being seen with Marnie, really. But Rivercross is a small town. Word travels fast and gossip even faster.

The Lark Bakery was small by most standards. Still very charming with all the vines and a colorful awning up front. Longer than larger. A large glass panel allowed view of pretty much everything. The front counter, shelves full of different baked goods, the open kitchen and wood oven. A door beside the oven led to a storage room.

Aaron expected her to pull him through the alley leading to her house. Instead, she fished a iron key from the apron now hanging on her shoulder.

"Wait. Here?" Aaron questioned.

"Gran and Pops are at home. There's plenty of space in the deposit." She raised an eyebrow. "Getting cold feet?"

"No. Just surprised. Really." Aaron clarified. Well, maybe a few butterflies in his stomach. A few. A healthy dose.

"Hum…" Marnie pressed him with her emerald eyes. Her smile widened. "As long as you don't run away like that other time…"

Aaron gently but firmly grabbed her shoulder. A plead in his eyes. "We don't need to remember that. Please don't remember that."

"It was cute." Marnie argued. Grinning with the memory. "Great Squire Aaron. Bested by the threat of a kiss on the cheek."

"We were kids." Aaron argued back.

"We were fifteen." She said.

"Exactly. Kids." Aaron nodded, satisfied with his argument. Marnie stuck her tongue at him. Pretty much proving his point. "Can we go now? I'm freezing."

Marnie stared him up and down. "In armor? Hold on, why are you even in armor?"

"I… ehn… Celeste woke me up in a rush and I put it out of habit." Aaron confessed.

She stiffed another giggle. Aaron was starting to regret taking that offer. Maybe he should have let her hanging after all. "Oh, Aaron. Thats why we love you, you know?" She unlocked the door. Wait, 'we'?

Marnie pushed him inside before Aaron had the chance to clarify. She jumped the front counter, ditching the apron for good this time. The store had no blinds to close, for some reason. Aaron was a bit thankful for that. It gave him the excuse to go straight to the storage room. He doubted Marnie would actually suggest they fuck in the cooking table. He also doubted that was not an option.

Nothing to say about the storage once Marnie lit a candle. Full of wooden crates and big jars of assorted goods. Also a big empty table in the middle.

Aaron diligently stripped out of his chest armor. The room was surprisingly clean. It should not have been a surprise. Not like the Lark would ever serve dusty food. But some of those crates looked old. Big crates of sugar and honey. Things that don't spoil easy.

In the end he decided to place it next to the door. For once Aaron was glad about forgetting his sword. He felt silly with the armor. Armed, though? Someone could have gotten the wrong impression.

Meanwhile, Marnie all but paraded the short steps to took to hop on the edge of the table. There she sat. A beautiful working maiden, legs crossed and a teasing look in her eyes. The soft light made her look like a painting. A work of art. A living statue carved from the forest.

"You look nervous." She said with a sly smile.

"Ehn… A bit." Aaron admitted. Absently scratching the back of his neck. "How can I not be? You are beautiful."

"Hum? Aw, thank you." The faekin girl smiled in genuine flattery. A faint sound of swaying leaves tingled his ears.

She waited for him to make a move. As did he. A few moments of awkward stalemate followed. Alright. That was on her. She should have predicted this outcome.

She decided to provoke a bit. "I won't bite. You know it."

"I just… need a moment. To get myself together. Its different seeing you there half naked." He absently scratched his neck again. Marnie liked that small habit of his. Aaron was always so sincere, in all ways. She found that charming.

Marnie took that as her cue to get started. It would be mean to let him there. She did a show of taking off her shirt. Grabbing the rim and slowly pulling up. Showing off her toned belly. Then teasing some underboob. Then finally pulling all the way up, exposing her perky breasts in their full glory. As beautiful as he imagines and double what he'd heard.

Aaron inhaled sharply. The heat in his chest returned. Greatly obfuscated by the one in his loins. His pants suddenly felt too tight.

Marnie noticed, of course. Her tongue ran hungrily over her lips. The shirt fell over some random box, already forgotten. She puffed her chest out.

"Will the Great Knight Aaron be bested again? Or will he rise and conquer these new hills?" Her smile incited him more than her chest. She just had to pull that card.

His gloves hit the ground a second later. Aaron took her in his hands. Her breasts felt warm, incredibly soft and big enough to fill the palm. Oddly enough it reminded Aaron of a flowerbed. A cozy place to rest after a rough day.

He moved acted on instinct. Caressing her soft skin with his thumbs. He felt her shiver under his touch.

It was… odd. To have Marnie shivering because of his touch. Her usual nag and cocky smile had melted into a meek dreamy sigh. Honestly? That was hotter than the prospect of sex.

"Hm." Marnie purred. A proper cat-like stare to accompany. "Are you sure I am your first? You can't be that good in everything."

The Squire raised an eyebrow "I'm- not? Good at everything I mean."

"Good fighter. Hard worker. Clever, sometimes. Heart of gold…" she listed away. Comments doted by little happy squeaks. Each compliment made him more and more red in the face.

Aaron couldn't help but fixate on kne. "Sometimes?"

"Uhum. Just lacking some confidence..." She let that last one hang in the air.

Aaron was… flattered? Taken back? He didn't quine know anymore. Felt good to know she thinks so highly of him. Though it was weird getting a pep talk while you were fondling the persons tits.

"Oh. Thank you? I just hope I don't mess this up now." Aaron muttered. He was too overwhelmed by her to realize he had said it out loud.

"You won't, relax. This is not a show or anything. You won't ruin the mood." She cuped her cheek in her hand. "Come on, lets change. Sit there." Marnie stood up. Her excitement was helping put Aaron at ease. She was all but pushing him up the table.

"Hey, don't need to push. I can do it myself." The Squire begrudgingly obeyed. The table made for a very uncomfortable seat.

Marnie knelled between his open legs. Hands resting on his thighs. Her chin resting near his swollen crotch. She inhaled deep. Really sniffing his scent, as if in an attempt to committing it to memory.

"I feel like you are way more into this than I am." Aaron confessed.

Those words apparently shook her back to reality. "Oh, hm. Sorry. Fae blood, I guess." A nervous smile. Her ears twitched a bit. A rare moment when her confidence faltered. "Too much?"

"A bit. The sniffing caught me off guard."

"...I can explain." There was an awkward moment of silence. Followed by laughing of both sides. "Really. I can." She insisted. "I am, well, attracted by smell. I've told you this already, didn't I?"

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"You did. I thought you were joking." Aaron shrugged, not knowing what else to do. Years of knowing her still didn't prepare Aaron for this. He always -not that he did it frequently, mind you- imagined his first time would be hot and passionate. "Do I really smell that good?"

Marnie hesitated for a moment, then dove back into his crotch. Taking a long whiff of him. Aaron gasped at the sudden contact. He was sure she felt him member pulsing against her cheek.

"You smell virile. Musky… A bit like stake." She said. A layer of lust coating her words. Being compared to meat was… weirdly hot. He chalked it to the way she said it more than the words. "I want to taste it."

"Feel free to." Aaron said before his brain could catch up to his mouth. No idea where that came from. He's not one to blurt out things like that.

The faekin girl purred a wicked smile. "Don't mind if I do."

Her hands were a blur. She undid his belt in seconds. His erection sprung free right in front of her face.

A moment of silence followed. Marnie gulped, astonished. All that bravado came to a screeching halt. Eyes glued to the pillar of a man standing proud before her eyes.

"Oh." Her voice came as a whisper.

"Ehn..." Aaron shifted in his seat. "All good?"

"Aaron. Did you got blessed by Luria and never told me?" She asked.

"No? I don't think I have?" He said sincerely.

The switch from lustful shock to pouting at him was almost comical. "I don't believe you."

"What? Why? Is it that big?" He questioned. Aaron genuinely never thought of himself as particularly well-endouned.

"Its the size of my head!" She held his cock, taking a grunt off him. And pressed it on her cheek. The warmth was too distracting to focus. He swallowed dry. Putting all his will on keeping it cool. He can't finish already. "How do you even hide this monster?"

Aaron half-shrugged half-squirmed at her. "Not being hard all the time?"

Her brilliant comeback was hitting him with a kiss on the side of his shaft. A sharp shock ran through him. His dick hurt and it was the best thing ever. She left a trail of butterfly kisses up his length.

"And its tasty." A tongue dragged down to the hilt. If Aaron put a bit more of strength in his hand he would probably shatter the table. "Not fair."

He had nothing to say. And Marnie didn't let him anyway. She struggled a bit, but managed to take the tip inside her mouth. Sucking it gently. Torturing him by working him up at a snails pace.Doing it there had been the best call after all. The sounds coming from them were too lewd to be mistaken as anything else. Wet sucking noises bounced off the walls along grunts and moans from both.

Marnie bobbed her head with masterful skill. Her tongue exploring, caressing his cock-head and working the shaft as if moving by a will of its own. Taking a bit more of Aaron in each time.

"I'm going to die here..." Aaron hummed in dreamy bliss. Feeling lightheaded when getting a blowjob was most likely a bad sigh. Not like he cared right now. Felt so good. "And I will die a happy man."

Marnie pulled her head back. A thin string of spit connecting the two. "Not yet. Wait until after we're done, yes?" The faekin girl winked. She propped herself up. Pressing forwards so her perky breasts were now resting atop his crotch. Smashing his dick between two slightly rough walls of breast. Perfect to scratch an itch he never realized was there.

That put a better frame of reference. Marnie's chest was big. Not absurdly big, but still a respectable size. Even still, there was a good third of cock sticking out of her cleavage.

She resumed the heavenly massage with efforts doubled. He was trapped. Completely at her mercy. Enraptured by her and the skillful boobjob. Marnie played with his dick like a cat. Bouncing it from one to another, then smashing him between her breasts.

It was all too new for Aaron. A scrambled mess of blissful thoughts all coming back to her. "You were right. We should have done this sooner."

Marnie hummed a proud tune. The vibrations sent another shock up his spine.

Aaron was loosing it. Pressure building since they met in the Festival was about to blow. More and more of his cock disappeared in her throat as she got used to his size. Soon enough, Marnie took him to the base in a swift movement.

"M-Marni... I-" She depthroated him completely. It was too much. The dam broke. He came in her mouth. Thick spurts of his seed shot down her throat. Far more than she imagined. A noise of surprise escaped her nose. Marnie took it in stride, though. She drank every last drop of his essence, milking his cock dry. Savoring his taste.

Took a good few seconds before Aaron was able to process the world around him again. Head spinning in place. His mind had honestly blanked out. Ears rigging, blurred vision levels of blank.

"Aaron? Aaron?" When he really came to be, Marnie was there. Gently shaking his shoulder. Concern all over her face. A thin string of white ran down the corner of her mouth. "Are you alright?"

The Squire was too stunned to say anything. Except "I think I say Luria..." He mumbled.

Marnie let out a sigh of relief. "Gods. Now you scared me." Despite that, she was laughing. "Dude. You were out for a full minute. I was getting worried."

"Sorry." He apologized, guilt settling in. . "And sorry for, ehn, cumming too soon.. You didn't get to finish."

"It happens. And, to be honest, I was maybe, a bit, perhaps testing how much I could push before you came." She admitted. "I mean, you have the stamina of a bull when it comes to exercise."

The guilt evaporated. "You are terrible. You know it, right? Terrible." Aaron deadpanned. Or the closest the euphoria rush allowed to.

Marnie huffed. Arms crossed under her chest. Puffing them out more just because. They were coated with a sloppy mix of sweat, spit and a fair share of his seed. It was oddly stimulating. His mind conjured an image of Marnie, knelling on the ground before him. Covered head to toe in that mix and his cock throbbed to life again.

"And you are still hard." That was less of a retort and more of an observation. And perhaps a a veiled question.

Aaron cringed internally. Something so… so depraved should not be so hot. A blowjob was one thing. That- that was another. And yet, there it was. Mighty and proud. Hurting a bit still.

Their eyes crossed again. The air grew thick, steamy hot. Aaron had to resist the sudden instinct of pulling Marnie to the table and ravaging her then and there.

"I-" The words stumbled in his throat. Marnie squirmed hot under his heavy tone. He had to take that out of his head. Focus on something else. "I really want to fuck you right now. Can I?"

Marnie's expression softened. Of course he asked. It would not be Aaron if he didn't. And that somehow made her frantic response even sexier. "Oh, you don't think you'll step out of this place without putting a load inside me."

They were laying further on the table in no time. Marnie sat on his hips. His cock blocking the view of her pussy up to her bellybutton, but not the wild greenish bush she kept.

Marnie loomed over the tip of his cock. Lowering herself enough so it kissed her wet entrance. Dramatically teasing just a bit more before putting all her weight on it. Her folds parted with little resistance after so much teasing. Marnie gasped at the feeling. Her head fell back as Aaron stuffed her full with his hard member.

It was incredible. The books and stories never came close to making the feeling justice. The tight grip her velvet folds had around his dick almost drove him crazy then and there. The same was true for Marnie. "So… big… Gods…" The faekin slurred the words. Taking a deep breath, Marnie put a hand over her navel, where Aaron's cock had made a visible bump. "I -ah- need a moment."

"Are you good?" Aaron asked, a flash of concern in his eyes.

"Just… too much. In a good way." Se quickly added. If she had said all she had in mind right now Aaron would have walked out as a second Tina. "Slow. Please."

Aaron nodded. His hands resting on her hips. Marnie eventually gathered the strength move. Rising slowly, then sinking once more. Burying Aaron in her insides.

They quickly fell into a gentle pace. Banter, missions, the future, none of that mattered now. Only the blissful union of their bodies. A slow tango to the sound of wet slaps echoing in the small room. Bodies slippery with sweat and her love juices dripping on the table.

And oh how she danced. A sensual echo of the dancers from the Festival. Swinging her hips in tortuous flicks. Bouncing faster and faster as she stretched to accommodate size.

Aaron moved in her rhythm. Small thrusts to bounce her up. He didn't want to hammer away at her like others. No, he wanted her to enjoy it too. To melt in that euphoria with her.

"Hm... Fuck... yeah..." Marnie purred gleefully. Bouncing frantically on his lap. She looked dazed. Lost in the depths of pleasure. "Keep going. Fuck me with that monster cock. Pound my pussy until I can't walk straight." The groans of pleasure flew past Aaron. Far outweighed by the rush of blood in his ears. Heat building within was once again dangerously approaching its boiling point. He dug his nails in the soft flesh of her thighs, getting a moan of pain and pleasure off her.

"Aaron. I'm... I..." Marnie threw her head back, all but howling as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her wall tightened to a painful point. Aaron tried to pull out, but the grip was too strong. His second orgasm of the night came. Less stunning than the first, and just as intense. He shot an frankly obscene load deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum coated her walls white. So much the bump in her navel swelled even more to accommodate his spunk.

Marnie fell on top of him. Aaron hugged her by instinct. Little spasms shook her body still. His cock popped out, coated in white. His seed oozing free without him as a cork. A small puddle formed on the wood surface.

The room became oddly quiet after all was done. Their heavy breathing mixed in the cold stale air. A sudden clarity came to Aaron in that moment. A wall of mental fog he never noticed until it had been lifted. He always though "post-nut clarity" was mote of a metaphor. Holy shit, its a lot more literal.

Marnie remained where she was. Aaron wondered if she had fallen asleep. Part of him wished she had. Not out of aversion, no. He just thinks Marnie is very cute sleeping. He absently fluffed her hair and smiled.

"Do you really need to go?"

The question caught Aaron off so off guard he froze. Marnie hugged him tighter. Her gaze lost somewhere beyond the wall. Not meeting his.

"I know its important to you. I… sorry." Marnie's grip loosened. "Forget I said anything."

More silence. A heavy one, looming over the room. Aaron gently held her chin and made her look up.

"I'll miss you too, Weed Girl."

The death glare she gave him could be threatening if weren't for the pouting. Her cheeks blushed just as much as they did when they were fucking. It was an old dumb nickname from when they were dumb kids and didn't know better.

"Bastard."

"Oh, you minx. I'll tell my dad you dad this. Oh, wait." He did the best deadpan he could. It inevitably crumbled in another chuckle.

"I'm serious." And yet, she was smiling. "Fuck. I kinda wish I could go too. Can't throw everything away and leave Gran and Pops alone."

"Hey. I won't die out there. Just wait. I'll be back before you notice." Aaron assured her.

"You better." Marnie said with the tone of a threat. Aaron pulled her closer. Truly tempted to bear the consequences of sleeping on a table.

Then the ground shook.

They both stopped. Aaron leaned up. Looking around like a guard dog. Marnie was mostly confused. An earthquakes? Not possible. One in that part of Sharia was totally unheard of.

It shook again. A bit stronger, maybe? Boxes jumped in place. The wind picked up outside. Carrying leaves and sticks and… the sound of screaming

Aaron and Marnie exchanged a look. They broke contact, each running to put their clothes back again. The moment of passion shattered under an unknown threat. Swapped by a keen sense of fear in the air.

The red glow was visible from under the door. Aaron bodied it open in his haste. Outside, beyond the square, coming from the Temple. Screams and shadows dancing in the wind.

The world burning ablaze.