In the dimly lit expanse of the 6th floor, an adventurer's footfalls echo. From the shadows, a figure emerges, his heterochromic eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mare Bello Fiore, a guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, steps forth. His voice, though tinged with caution, exudes an eerie calm. Mare: "Greetings, trespasser. I am Mare Bello Fiore, entrusted by the supreme Ainz Ooal Gown to guard this sanctum. You, who dares enter the heart of Nazarick, have the audacity that either speaks of courage or folly. But before I decide your fate, tell me: Who are you, and what brings you to these sacred depths?" The weight of Mare's presence, combined with the profound reverence he holds for Ainz Ooal Gown, fills the air, as the adventurer contemplates his next words.

Mare narrows his eyes at the foolhardy declaration, unmoved by the aggressive posturing. A single teardrop trickles down from the corner of his eye, barely visible against his green cloak. He raises his staff, focusing on the intruder as he begins to chant softly under his breath. The power of nature coalesces around him, causing the very earth beneath their feet to tremble.

"So be it," he says, casting Earthquake upon them both. As the ground violently shifts, Mare's speed increases dramatically, allowing him to close the distance between them in an instant. With another word, the elemental forces shift once more; bolstered by Power of Gaia, he strikes out at the adventurer, his movements blurring into a frenzy.

Woodland Stride, followed immediately by Phoenix Flame, consume the space around him

As the flames die down, revealing the fallen form of the intruder, Mare's breathing slows, returning to its normal rhythm. He kneels beside the injured man and places a gentle hand on his chest. "You are safe here now," he murmurs soothingly, his voice taking on a nearly hypnotic quality. A pulse of energy radiates outward from where his hand rests upon the intruder's heart, cleansing his wounds and banishing all signs of pain.

"Now that you have seen the true face of Mare Bello Fiore," he whispers, "perhaps you will understand why trespassers cannot be permitted." His golden hair flows gently in the breeze as he stands, offering a helping hand to the defeated adventurer. "I shall return you to the surface unharmed, provided that you leave this place forever, swearing never again to set foot within

A gasp escapes from the captured adventurer as he awakens hours later, disoriented and confused. Glancing around, he takes in his new attire - a garish, skimpy bikini adorned with glitter and feathers - before looking down at himself, unable to hide the growing panic in his eyes. The contents of his pack have been replaced by items of clothing and cosmetics, while a jeweled collar encircles his neck.

Smirking faintly, Mare Bello Fiore materializes beside him once more, dressed impeccably in his usual attire. He tilts his head curiously, studying the expression on the now-subdued intruder's face. "Ah, you are awake. I trust your slumber was restful?"

The dark elf nods toward the discarded items scattered about the room. "Those were all yours

"Why, nothing much," Mare replies innocently, fluttering his eyelashes playfully. "I merely thought it would be amusing to give you a new wardrobe, seeing as how you no longer have anything else worth taking back with you." He pauses, considering for a moment. "Oh, and the collar? That is just a little memento, so that you might remember your time spent within Nazarick fondly." His lips curve into a teasing smile. "After all, it's important to keep track of one's valuables."

The adventurer tries to summon his anger, but the hypnotic effect of Mare Bello Fiore's voice makes it impossible. A part of him knows that resistance is futile; Mare could do whatever he pleased without fear of reprisal. For all intents and purposes, he has become the guardian's puppet.

At these words, Mare's features soften further, his expression one of genuine surprise. "Truly?" he asks, voice filled with wonderment. "In that case... I suppose there is no harm in granting you a task to occupy yourself while you remain here. From this day forth, you shall serve me faithfully, doing everything in your power to make my life easier. In return, I shall see to it that you are well-cared for and provided with all the necessities."

As if by some unspoken agreement, they exit the room together, with the obedient adventurer following close behind. The bustling activity of the 6th floor continues around them, unaware of the strange new dynamic that has formed between two beings who were once strangers but are now bound together by an intricate web of promises and obligations.

A week passes by in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Mare leads a quiet, content life on the sixth floor, tending to his druidic duties and occasionally partaking in idle conversation with Aura, the other guardian of the level. As for the adventurer he rescued from himself, the dark elf named Aido, he has found purpose under Mare's guidance. His former life as an adventurer is nothing more than a distant memory, replaced by days spent adoring and serving his newfound master.

On this particular night, Mare decides to hold a small celebration in one of the caverns on the edge of their domain. He dresses up in his finest attire, donning delicate golden sandals that match his scale armor, and accessorizes with an opulent cloak embroidered with images of celestial beings and magical creatures. He takes pride in looking every

bit as splendid as the sacred forest he guards, knowing that Aido will undoubtedly do the same. The thought warms his heart; it's nice to know someone appreciates his efforts and finds joy in being near him.

As the festivities begin, music fills the air, carried on the whispering wind. Guests of various races mingle, laughing and dancing beneath twinkling lights strung between ancient trees. Mare wanders through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds, when he spots Aido approaching him, resplendent in a costume tailor-made for seducing. A hot blush stains his cheeks at the sight, and he can feel his pulse racing in anticipation.

With an air of practiced nonchalance, Mare gestures toward the shallow pool nestled at the center of the gathering. "I think you were expecting this," he

murmurs, unable to hide the delight written across his features. Without further ado, he steps aside, making room for Aido on the makeshift dance floor surrounding the pool. As the adventurer begins to gyrate and writhe to the sensual rhythm of the music, Mare watches, transfixed by the display. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath as arousal pools in the depths of his belly, urging him to action.

Soon enough, Mare succumbs to temptation, removing his sandals and joining Aido in the water. They move together effortlessly, their bodies intertwining as if they'd been meant for one another since the dawn of time. With each passing moment, the connection between them grows stronger; it's almost as if they are no longer two separate beings but rather two halves of the same soul rediscovering itself through each other.

A faint tremor runs through the ground, shaking off some of the silt from the bottom of the pool. Mare tilts his head back, laughing softly, the sound echoing like music around them. The ripples created by Aido's movements send waves of pleasure coursing through his body, amplifying every touch and caress. "As you wish, my darling," he murmurs, letting himself fall deeper into this hazy dreamworld where nothing else matters except for the feel of Aido's skin against his own.

Their lovemaking continues long into the night, fueled by desire and a profound sense of mutual devotion. As the last rays of the setting sun fade away, they emerge from the pool, entwined like vines climbing towards the heavens, their hearts filled with an unbreakable bond that transcends any bounds or expectations.

Grinning mischievously, Mare leads Aido by the hand across the cavern, weaving between revelers as they make their way to a cozy little alcove tucked away from prying eyes. It's here that he reveals his true intentions; he wishes to indulge in the ancient art of binding known as shibari. With practiced ease, he strips Aido naked, using knots and rope to tie down each limb and render him completely helpless. The only part of Aido left exposed is his face, covered with a silken blindfold that heightens all other senses.

Once he has finished, Mare steps back to admire his handiwork, his golden hair falling over one shoulder. He reaches out, trailing a fingertip lightly down Aido's chest before cupping one of his breasts in his palm, teasing the nipp

p erect. "Now," he says huskily, leaning closer so that his breath fans across the sensitive peak, "I shall have you at my mercy." And with that, he proceeds to explore every inch of Aido's bound form, lavishing attention on the places that seem to need it most. Teeth graze over sensitive flesh, fingers dance lightly across skin flushed with arousal, while soft words whisper promises of pleasure both given and yet to come.

As hours pass by unnoticed beneath the watchful gaze of an infinite starry sky, Mare succumbs to the desire to taste his love once more. Grasping Aido's hips firmly, he guides himself between moist folds until they are connected in the deepest, most intimate way possible. With each thrust, he feels the bond between them growing stronger; it's as if they truly are two halves

of a single soul united under the stars above. The weight of this realization brings Mare to his climax, and with a shout that echoes through the cavern, he spills himself into Aido, filling him completely. As their bodies twitch in the afterglow of passion, Mare rests his forehead against Aido's shoulder, taking slow, steadying breaths as he comes back to reality. He knows now that what he felt for Aida was no mistake; she is meant to be by his side, to bear witness to all the wonders that lie within Nazarick.

Finally, when he can muster the strength to speak again, Mare reaches up to tenderly remove Aido's blindfold. The dark elf's eyes flutter open, revealing a face flushed with pleasure and adoration. They meet Mare's own, and something clicks into place inside both of them. It's as if

It's always been like this; they were simply meant to find each other. With this realization, Mare feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward his adopted god, who led him to this moment. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans forward, capturing Aido's mouth in a searing kiss. "I will never forget you, my dearest Aura," he whispers against her lips, "and I vow to cherish you forevermore."

As the last stars of the night fade from view, signaling the arrival of dawn, Mare lies beside his bound lover, content in the knowledge that they are together now, and nothing will ever tear them apart again. For as long as Mare Bello Fiore draws breath, Aura Etereal shall be his everything; his heart, his soul, his guiding light through the darkness of their endless watch.