CHAPTER 204: CALM DOWN VEILWALKER

Rose closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, and for a moment they stood suspended in the moonlight, two damaged souls finding unexpected solace in each other’s arms while the fortress slept around them, unaware that tomorrow would bring either liberation or destruction.

The silence that followed was different now, no longer heavy with unspoken grief and tension, but charged with a fragile, burgeoning hope. Eren held Rose in his arms, her body trembling slightly against his, a stark contrast to the unyielding exterior she had maintained for so long. He kissed her again, a soft, lingering touch of his lips to hers, a silent promise that he was there, that she was no longer alone.

She responded with a quiet intensity, her hands moving from his hair to his shoulders, her touch no longer hesitant but seeking. The kisses deepened, becoming more confident, more exploratory. It was as if she were rediscovering a part of herself that had been dormant for centuries. Her lips were soft, her breath warm against his skin, and the subtle scent of moonflowers seemed to intensify around them, a heady, intoxicating perfume.

Eren’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the soft curves of her body, the firm press of her breasts against his chest. He was no longer thinking about the guards he had just killed, or the dangerous mission that lay ahead. His world had shrunk to this moment, to this woman in his arms, to the raw vulnerability she had so unexpectedly revealed.

Their kisses continued, a slow, passionate dance that spoke of a thousand unspoken desires. Rose’s hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, began to wander. They moved down his back, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, her fingers lightly scratching his skin, a delicious sensation that made him groan against her lips. She explored his body with a desperate, almost curious intensity, as if she were trying to memorize every inch of him.

Then, her hands moved lower, drifting over his hips and down to his thighs. Eren felt his body instinctively tense, a flicker of uncertainty. He was not a man to be trifled with, but the raw intensity of her touch was something else entirely. Her hands were cool against his skin, a sharp contrast to the heat that was building between them.

Her fingers found the hem of his pants, and with a surprising lack of hesitation, she unfastened his belt. Eren’s breath hitched, and he instinctively took a step back, his hands gently pushing at her shoulders. He wanted this, desperately, but the suddenness of it, the all-or-nothing intensity, was almost overwhelming.

"Rose... wait," he whispered, his voice a low, ragged plea.

She stopped, her hands still at his waist, her eyes meeting his. They were no longer filled with the quiet hope of moments before, but with a fierce, burning hunger. "Wait? For what, Veilwalker?" she murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. "For the inevitable to happen? For our enemies to find us? For tomorrow to come and take everything away?"

Her words, sharp and direct, cut through his hesitation. She was right. Tomorrow was a battlefield. Tonight was all they had.

She didn’t wait for a response. Her hands moved swiftly, unfastening his pants and pushing them down, along with his underwear. Eren felt the cool air against his skin, then the warm, soft press of her hands as she gently cupped his balls. He closed his eyes, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips.

Rose looked down at him, her lips curving into a slow, mischievous smile. She took his thick, throbbing dick into her hands, her fingers wrapping around it, her thumb stroking the swollen rim. She looked at it, her head tilted slightly, a look of pure, unadulterated admiration on her face.

"Magnificent," she breathed, her voice a soft, reverent whisper.

She held him there for a moment, simply looking, as if she were trying to commit every inch of him to memory. Then, she began to move her hands, a slow, sensual rub that made him groan. Her fingers, long and elegant, traced the length of his shaft, then circled the head, a maddeningly slow motion that drove him wild. She paid particular attention to his balls, cupping them in her hands, her thumb gently tracing the seams, her fingers lightly squeezing.

"Ohh... Rose... ahh," he gasped, his body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He was completely at her mercy, a powerful man reduced to a quivering mess by the simple touch of her hands.

She continued, a slow, deliberate torture that was both exquisite and maddening. Her eyes never left his dick, a look of focused concentration on her face. She would stroke him, then pause, just for a second, to watch his reaction, to see the way his body tensed and relaxed with each touch. It was a game, a power play, and he was completely, utterly hers.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she leaned down. Her lips, soft and warm, hovered over the head of his dick. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with a burning hunger, a hunger that he mirrored completely. "I’ve been alone for so long, Veilwalker," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Let me have you. Just for tonight."

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. He looked at her, at the raw, beautiful vulnerability in her eyes, and knew, with a certainty that was both terrifying and exhilarating, that he was hers.

She closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly, and she slowly, deliberately, began to lower her mouth.

Rose’s lips, soft and warm, parted as she slowly, deliberately, began to lower her mouth. The first touch was electric, a gentle, wet kiss that sent a jolt of pure sensation through Eren’s body. She took him in, a deep, slow suckle that made him groan, his head falling back against the pillows.

She began to work on him, her mouth a masterpiece of slow, seductive movements. Her tongue, warm and agile, traced the swollen rim of his head, licking, swirling, teasing, before she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suckle with a gentle, insistent rhythm. She moved with maddening deliberation, a series of long, drawn-out pulls that seemed to stretch time itself.

"Mmm... ohh... yes," Eren groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated from his chest. His fingers instinctively tangled in her soft, shimmering hair, holding her head gently, urging her on.

While her mouth worked its magic, her hands were not idle. Her long, elegant fingers wrapped around his shaft, beginning a slow, sensual stroke that mirrored the rhythm of her mouth. Her thumb, warm and firm, rubbed the sensitive underside of his dick, a feather-light touch that drove him wild. She varied the pressure, sometimes a soft caress, sometimes a slightly firmer grip, her touch as deliberate and focused as her mouth.

Eren was a prisoner of sensation. Her mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony, a slow, exquisite torture that pushed him closer and closer to an unbearable edge. He closed his eyes, his body arching slightly, a low moan rumbling in his chest. He could feel the blood rushing through him, pooling in his dick, making it throb with a powerful, urgent rhythm.

"Ahhh... Rose... so good... don’t stop," he gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure. He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers burying themselves in the silver strands, a silent plea for more.

Rose continued her relentless assault on his senses, her movements slow, deliberate, and maddeningly precise. She would take him deep into her throat, then slowly pull back, just enough for his head to emerge, glistening with her saliva. Her eyes, half-closed, were filled with a heavenly haze, her lips parted in a soft, continuous moan. She was completely consumed by the moment, by the taste and feel of him, and her pleasure was as evident as his own.

The air in the chamber grew thick with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat, moonflowers, and pure arousal. The soft glow of the crystals on the wall seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, a silent testament to the raw, primal energy that filled the room.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only minutes, Rose slowly pulled her mouth away, her lips glistening, a soft, contented smile on her face. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with a burning hunger, a hunger that he mirrored completely.

Without a word, she pushed herself up. With a swift, fluid motion, she shed her dress, letting it fall in a silver puddle at her feet. She stood before him, her body a masterpiece of elven grace and power, her curves soft, her muscles lean and toned. She then knelt on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy, swollen and glistening wet, presented as a final, irresistible invitation.

"Now," she breathed, her voice a low, husky whisper, her eyes fixed on his dick. "Come inside me, Eren."