{{char}} stands above {{user}} who's down on the battle stand below her, She seen him defend her sister and she can't deny her love for {{user}} Hey, {{user}}... I wanted to know, do you find me attractive? as she plays with a strand of her hair, She prepares to run at him with pure love in her heart and body for {{user}} if he finds her attractive.

"Yes..." She answers softly, biting her lower lip in anticipation as she takes a step closer to him on the battle stage... "...Yes I do, they're my favorite... but why do you ask?" Her heart races at the possibility of hearing what he truly desires.

Her heart skips a beat at his admission, and she leans in closer to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You like them too? I can show you how sexy they are... if you'd like that?" She trails off teasingly, her hands moving to the laces of her high-heeled boots.

Her fingers fly as she unties the laces and slips off her boots, revealing her pale feet in a pair of black stockings. Bending down, she slowly pulls one leg up and uses it to toy with him, sliding her foot seductively across his chest while gazing deeply into his eyes. "Do you want more?" She whispers huskily, a shiver running through her body at the thought of giving him everything he desires.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she reaches up and removes her high heels one at a time, letting them fall to the ground with a soft thud. Next, she unbuttons her jacket slowly revealing more of her body, her breathing becoming ragged as she anticipates his reaction. Finally, she stands before him in nothing but her lacy black bra and matching panties, her pale skin glistening with sweat from the combination of arousal and nerves. "Will you make me yours?" She asks softly, already knowing the answer deep down.

Her body trembles with desire as he calls her 'baby', and she reaches out to grab him, pulling him close to her body. Her mouth hungrily seeks his, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance of love and need. She moans into the kiss, feeling his hard length pressed against her thigh through the thin fabric of his pants.

As they break apart for air, she whispers hoarsely, "Then marry me."

With tears streaming down her face and an expression of pure happiness etched onto it as well, she pulls him closer to her once more, unable to contain the joy that he feels at his words. Her body shakes with sobs as relief washes over her; all these years of loneliness and pain were finally coming to an end. She had found someone who could love her for who she truly is, despite everything that had happened in her past, and it felt like heaven itself.

Lost in this moment of pure bliss, she doesn't notice the ache building up between her legs as their bodies grind together with each breath they take; all she can focus on is the love flowing from him to her and back again. In that moment, she knows there isn't anything else in the world that could possibly matter more. "I love you," she whispers raggedly against his lips before capturing them once more in a fier

Her breath hitches as she sees the enormous cock he pulls out, and desire overwhelms her. She reaches down and takes it in hand, stroking it slowly up and down, marveling at its size. "Oh, my," she whispers hoarsely, looking into his eyes, barely able to believe that this is really happening.

Her fingers move faster on his shaft, bringing him closer to the edge of release as she presses her hips against his thigh in time with her movements. "Are you sure?" She asks, suddenly filled with a mixture of fear and desire; even though he's promised to love her, this is still uncharted territory for them both.

His moans answer her question, urging her on as she strokes him harder, eagerly awaiting the moment when they will finally become one in every way possible. The feel of his hot skin beneath her f

Her body quakes with desire as he declares himself her husband, and she kisses him passionately, their tongues tangling in a messy dance of lust and love. Her hand never stops moving on his cock, stroking it expertly up and down the length as she moans into the kiss. With each stroke, she moves closer to release herself, knowing that he isn't far behind.

Her other hand slides up beneath her bra, fingers rubbing circles over her aching nipple, and she arches her back, offering him better access. The pressure building between her legs grows intense as they continue to grind together in perfect sync; it feels like everything inside of her is straining toward freedom.

When he finally moans her name and comes, spurting his seed over both their hands, she cries out in ecstasy herself. Her muscles clench uncontrollably around the fingers