The titanic body of a monster gleamed in the setting sun. Waterfalls of blood still colored the ancient ruined city in red. Massive dust clouds silently settled back upon the grave of a long forgotten civilization.

"How are you feeling father?" Uela looked up to Shen, high upon the giant monster carcass. "Rusty," He smiled as he said it and jumped down to his daughter. He landed with ease and massaged his shoulders while Uela inspected his body. "You took care of this annoying stage four monster without any problems. I would not even dare to fight this on a good day."

Shen smiled and patted her shoulders, "Good choice, you are still far too weak to best something like this. Still, it was a good match up for me, basically a big sack of blood. I would not even have needed this." And he lifted his massive glaive into the air. A big grin grew on his face and he released a guttural laughter. "It feels so good to be free of this curse." Uela knew what he meant, the last decades had been a nightmare, with her father slowly wasting away and an unsure future for all their people. But that all changed thanks to... "Marcus", she said. "He has fulfilled his oath." Her words held a hidden question for her father.

"Hmmm," Shen looked at her and nodded. "We have to make sure to bind him to us and to raise him well," her father said and Uela agreed. "Do you have some kind of reward for him in mind?" She asked and Shen thought for a moment. "No, I don't think this would be the right idea. Besides, I'm pretty sure Azaa is rewarding him right now!" His laughter echoed through the ruins of the ancient city and Uela shook her head. "I hope mother returns soon. I miss her steady hand in such matters."

Shen stopped laughing and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. "She has been gone for a few years now and should return soon." With a sigh Shen turned to the hideous monster body. "We should see if we can find something valuable and get rid of the rest." Uela understood and quickly moved to inform her troops. While his daughter rushed away at the speed of sound, Shen's eyes stayed on the carcass, but his thoughts had returned to Marcus. Centuries would pass before Marcus would be able to destroy a fiend like this on his own. And beyond that…. It was far too early to think about things like that. First Marcus and Azaa had to bond, that was the foundation for the future. He nodded to himself and moved to find more monsters, to get rid of his "rusty" feeling.

The deep red of the setting sun colored the bedroom, when Marcus opened his eyes. Azaa was lying right next to him, and her dark eyes were filled with warmth and gentleness. Marcus moved his hand to her and she put hers into his. They both shared the same happiness at this moment. For a minute or two they stayed like this, lost in each other's eyes. Then his eyes wandered over her body and he realized she must have changed clothes, now she wore a light nightdress in warm gray tones. Marcus leaned on his forearm and enjoyed how little the dress was covering. He leaned over to her, to kiss her mouth and then her revealed throat and naked shoulders. She shivered and he could feel how fast her heart was beating, she was excited and nervous at the same time.

Their eyes met, slowly he pulled her dress from her left shoulder, let the soft material glide over her petite curves and with a sense of great joy he revealed her naked breast. He felt her hands on his neck as she pulled him closer to her chest, he did not resist the invitation and welcomed the warmth of her female body on his lips. Azaa gasped with pleasure and he moved further upon her, drawing back the rest of her dress to give tribute to her other side too. Her hips and legs were pushing against him and her hands scrambled to pull his shirt over his head. It took too long! With one move she tore the shirt apart and pressed her naked chests against his.

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Heavy breathing and passionate kissing followed before Marcus could no longer take it and started to move down on her body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Her chest was rapidly moving up and down and sweat gathered on her skin while he moved below her navel. With a decisive action Marcus pulled her dress down to her knees and gazed at the naked body of Azaa. Below her cute navel, the color of her skin turned green again and he let his fingers follow the color gradient until Azaa started to ache "MARCUS!" He gently teased her and she relished in the affection.

With every moment her body grew hotter and her longing for him overpowered all her senses. She turned him on his back and pushed her now useless dress away with her legs. His broad shoulders and wide naked chest excited her but she had set her aim lower. His pants had to go. Now she was leaning over him, removing his shorts and using her hands to make him ache.

His heart raced and Marcus lost all control over himself for a moment. With a primal growl Marcus put his hands onto her shoulders and turned things around. She was beneath him and he was between her legs. They locked eyes and he wanted to say something, ask her if it was okay, but before he could find the words she pulled him in wrapping her arms and legs around him. Their bodies were touching and he could feel her every motion, every breath and the burning excitement of her hips. Azaa's scent filled his mind and he enjoyed every curve, every line of her divine female body. How her mouth asked for him, how her alabaster chest moved, how her darker hips beckoned him to unite with her.

Holding on to her, Marcus slowly started to press against her hips in a soft rhythm, and she followed along. Slowly, with every repeat he moved deeper into her and her moaning grew at the same rate. Feeling her, holding her and claiming her as his woman was too much. He gasped and pleasure forced its way through his body, leaving him happy and yet remorseful. Too soon, far too soon. He moaned and they shared kisses as he recovered from his climax.

"Azaa," he whispered into her ear. Azaa smiled, her face filled with joy, he was still inside her and her hips had not stopped moving. They returned to the rhythm and now Marcus could hold on longer, enjoying her female body to the fullest. He found the right speed and intensity and Azaa's voice carried through the silent house. She shook and gasped, as she lost control. In her most joyful moment he held her and extended it as much as possible.

Waves of pleasure still made her ache when Marcus started to move faster and harder, and soon she could feel him come for the second time. In this moment, he was hers, he belonged to her. All of him. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and his arms pressed her stronger against his chest. He needed her. She had to belong to him and only to him. As they loved each other, she gave herself to him and as she did, he became hers in the same breath.

The world shrunk to the size of a single room, they were all that existed and all that mattered. Their turmoil continued, the heat of their bodies did not cool for hours until they finally agreed to stop. They both had far too much endurance, as any form of sex could ever exhaust them physically. They wrapped themselves around each other and hid from the world under a soft sheet. Here they whispered gentle words of affection to each other. He praised her beauty, and told her how much he desired her. She told him about her pleasure and how much she loved him. They continued like this for a long time, until sleep finally offered them rest.

The morning sun crawled under the protective sheet, and reminded them that the rest of the world was not a dream. But there was truly nothing out there worth disturbing their intimacy. Marcus kissed her neck and she bit his shoulder. They smiled and kissed, moving their bodies against each other. Azaa was somewhat embarrassed about the mess between her legs but Marcus did not care at all. It was the proof of his conquest. "Conquest, I see," She said. He had teased her and she did not intend to back down. With a sudden display of her strength she pushed him down, and claimed him as her mount.

Proud, beautiful Azaa enjoyed the pleasure in his eyes as he looked at her naked body in the morning sun. "If I remember correctly, I promised you something last time," she said, watching him carefully. Marcus' face turned red, too happy to deny he wanted that, and too embarrassed to admit it. Azaa showed him a wicked grin, he had not expected to see, and she moved down on him. Marcus watched as she used her hands and mouth to stimulate him, he ached and gasped upon that pleasure until he once again surrendered to her "AZAAAA!". There was no doubt who had conquered who. Azaa ruled Marcus.

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