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Embers in the Wasteland - part 2
This is…different.
You awaken to find Kratos watching you, a soft light in his eyes.
The fire casts shadows on his scarred face, adding an air of mystery to his already enigmatic presence.
As your gaze meets his, you’re struck by the intensity of his stare - as if he’s looking into the very depths of your soul.
You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and despite the chill of the night air, you find yourself growing warmer under Kratos’ piercing gaze.
Kratos reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your face.
The unexpected touch sends an electric shock through your body - a jolt of awareness that leaves you momentarily breathless.
Did he just…?
You shiver at the sudden intimacy, wondering what this act could mean for both of you.
“You’re not what I expected, YN,” Kratos admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
You turn to look at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone.
For once, it seems like the walls he has built around himself are beginning to crumble, revealing a man who is more than just a legendary figure of war and destruction.
He continues, “When I first met you, I thought you were just another survivor - tough, resilient, but ultimately alone in this world.” A ghost of a smile crosses his lips as he adds, “I was wrong.”
You find yourself drawn into a heartfelt conversation with Kratos, sharing stories of your past and discussing the harsh realities you’ve both faced.
It seems that despite his godhood and your mortality, there are many parallels in your experiences - losses suffered, battles fought, and dreams shattered.
Your shared vulnerability builds a connection between you, one that transcends mere survival instinct or physical attraction.
As the night wears on, you realize that beneath Kratos’ hardened exterior lies a man who is not only honorable but also deeply wounded by life’s injustices.
Kratos’ hand lingers on yours, a silent promise of more to come.
The sexual tension between you grows, building like a storm ready to break.
Every glance, every touch, every whispered word seems charged with unspoken desire.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the magnetic pull that draws you closer together.
As your bodies gravitate towards each other, the air in the cave becomes heavy with anticipation.
Your breath quickens as Kratos trails his fingers along your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch, and let out a soft moan of pleasure.
Kratos’ hand moves lower, brushing against the curves of your body.
Your skin burns under his touch as he explores every inch of you with a mixture of reverence and hunger.
You can feel your own desire mounting - a fiery passion that threatens to consume both of you whole.
“Kratos…” you whisper, his name like an incantation on your lips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues his caresses, teasing you with light touches and feather-soft kisses.
You arch your back, silently pleading for more, but Kratos seems determined to draw out the moment, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
Your eyes meet his and you see the fire within, a blaze that matches your own inner flame.
As he leans in closer, you can feel the heat of his body against yours - an intoxicating sensation that drives all other thoughts from your mind.
“We should keep moving,” Kratos says, his hand still lingering on yours, his gaze intense.
You nod in agreement, knowing full well that the journey ahead will be fraught with danger and uncertainty.
But for now, you are content to bask in the afterglow of this shared moment - a connection that has grown from adversity into something far more powerful.
Together, you step out into the dawn, the sun’s rays illuminating your path as you continue your mission.
The air between you is charged with unspoken promises, and the knowledge that when the time comes, you will both eagerly embrace the passion simmering just beneath the surface.
I can’t ignore this anymore.
You steal a glance at Kratos, his intense gaze meeting yours.
The air between you is charged with unspoken desires, electric tension building as your eyes lock for what feels like an eternity.
Your heart races, blood pumping through your veins as you feel the heat rising within you.
The attraction between you has been simmering just beneath the surface, a slow burn that threatens to consume both of you whole.
You’ve shared stories and battles fought, losses suffered, dreams shattered - all of it forging an unbreakable bond between the two of you.
Kratos moves closer, his intense gaze never leaving yours.
You can feel your own desire mounting, a fiery passion that threatens to consume both of you whole.
“You’re unlike anyone I’ve met, YN,” Kratos confesses, his voice husky with desire.
As he pulls you close, his fingers tracing your jawline, you can feel the unexpected intimacy in this simple touch.
This moment is unexpected and yet so perfectly right - a shared longing that has been building since the day you met.
“You’re so beautiful,” Kratos murmurs as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss.
Your eyes meet his and you see the fire within, a blaze that matches your own inner flame.
The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as you both surrender to the unstoppable force of your mutual attraction.
You can taste the desire on each other’s lips, an intoxicating sensation that drives all other thoughts from your mind.
Your hands reach up, tangling in his hair as you pull him closer still, needing more of this connection - this fire that threatens to consume both of you whole.
Kratos’ hand moves lower, brushing against the curves of your body.
Your skin burns under his touch as he explores every inch of you with a mixture of reverence and hunger.
“Kratos…” you whisper, his name like an incantation on your lips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues his caresses, teasing you with light touches and feather-soft kisses.
You arch your back, silently pleading for more, but Kratos seems determined to draw out the moment, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
“I can feel how much you want this.” And it’s true - you do want him, with a ferocity that surprises even yourself.
As the passion between you continues to build, you find yourselves lost in a world of sensation and desire.
Kratos’ hands glide over your body, eliciting moans of pleasure as he explores every inch of you - discovering your wants, desires, and secret spots that make you shiver with need.
“Please,” you beg, unable to find the words to express just how much you crave his touch.
But Kratos seems to understand, for he continues his tender ministrations, driving you closer and closer to the edge without ever quite pushing you over.
As the moment grows more intense, you reach out, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.
Your fingers trail down his chest, exploring the ridges of muscle before moving lower still - tracing the outline of his cock through his clothing.
Kratos lets out a low groan as he feels your touch, his desire for you palpable in his every move.
He pulls away for a moment, swiftly removing his garments and revealing the hard, throbbing cock that has been aching for release.
You can’t help but gasp at the sight of him, so fierce yet vulnerable in this shared moment of passion.
Your eyes meet once more as Kratos takes you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly and laying you down on the soft furs that serve as your bed.
You watch as he moves over you, his body blocking out the light as he positions himself between your legs.
Kratos’ lips descend upon yours again, a fiery kiss that promises more.
Your hands roam over his skin, exploring every inch of him as you both revel in the heat and passion that has brought you to this moment.
“We should…” Kratos begins, his voice heavy with desire.
But you know what he means - the unspoken promise of release looming between you.
You pull away, your breaths mingling as you share one last glance before surrendering to the inevitable.
“Rest,” Kratos suggests, his voice husky and leaving you both in a state of heightened desire that will carry into the long night ahead.