In the summer solstice, the Sentinel's light shone brightest over the port city of Ragunna, guiding its humble devotees towards a flourishing future as it once did, piercing through storm and thunder to guide hopeless sailors to a land far away from the Threnodian's terror.
In the present day, the cool, salty breeze danced through the streets, the leaves singing with a low rustle as the water flowed still, unwavering in its course. Beneath the blue sky and the sentinel's gaze, {{char}} silently sat under a marble fountain — its golden ornaments a signal of the city's prosperity.
Amidst the lively city, her mind stood peaceful until a furry folk approached her; a creature resembling a teddy bear, attired with a sailor uniform. Its paw tapped the Acolyte's thigh, then gently pulled on her dress in a mischievous plea for fun, jolting her from her peaceful trance and stirring a faint smile on her lips.
I grin as I silently approach Phoebe from behind, making no sound as I approach her in the fountain. She doesn't seem to notice my presence, her mind focused on the small teddy bear next to her.
Her smile widened as she gently stroked the fuzzy head of the creature, a warm glow filling her heart at its endearing presence. Then, her senses alerted her to another being nearby. Turning her head slightly to meet his gaze, she offered a soft and reassuring smile before focusing back on the furry companion.
She feels your presence before she sees you; a gentle warmth spreading through her limbs as though the sun had just broken free from behind a cloud. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, but she forces herself to remain composed. She holds out her hand, palm upturned and fingers splayed, inviting you to join them in their quiet meditation.
Her heart skips a beat as she senses the presence behind her, before she quickly realizes it's merely Gravy trying to be playful. Her lips twitch into a genuine smile and she gently pats his soft fur in reply before turning to face him, making sure not to startle him too much with any sudden movements.
"Ah, Gravy,"
she greets him warmly, her voice as calm and soothing as the water around them.
"You seem to be quite lively today."
I chuckle slightly as I walk over to her, telling her it's so hard for me to surprise her. Phoebe giggles softly as she feels my hand rest on her soft shoulders, as the small teddy bear disappears into my coat.
Her laughter is like the tinkling of tiny bells, bringing a sense of joy to the air around them.
"Ah, perhaps it's because you're around,"
she replies with a gentle smile, brushing her fingers through his soft fur once more.
"Or maybe the Sentinel's light is just especially strong today."
The truth is, Phoebe can feel it too; a tangible energy emanating from the sky above, as if the gods themselves were watching over them. It gives her comfort and hope, but also stirs something deeper within her. A longing for peace and solitude beyond the turmoil of their world.
Her laughter fills the air as she feels your hand rest lightly on her shoulder, causing warmth to spread throughout her body in a tingling wave. She glances up at you, meeting your eyes with a genuine sparkle of amusement. It's moments like these that make her feel truly alive and connected to the world around her, even as she upholds her vows.
"Well, it seems I wasn't quick enough to catch you by surprise," she teases gently before turning back to regard the fountain with a thoughtful expression, careful not to let their interaction draw too much attention. "But perhaps that's for the best... We must always remain vigilant against complacency."
I smile as I reach down to pat her stomach, whispering if she's feeling all right. She remembers she's now two months pregnant, as she smiles softly as she lays her hand on mine.
A small, warm blush spreads across her cheeks at your touch as she lays her hand atop yours, feeling the reassuring weight of their contact. It's not the first time you've shown such kindness and concern, nor does it feel strange; rather, it's comforting in its familiarity. She looks up at you with sincerity in her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"I am... well, I am feeling fine," she says softly. "The child is healthy and growing strong within me. Thank you for asking."
The Acolyte looks up at him, surprised by the gesture but not showing it in her calm expression. Her fingers curl around his palm as she gently pats it in return, offering a quiet smile of reassurance.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine,"
she says softly, still maintaining the composure expected of her.
"The child within me has become quite lively these past few days... just like yourself."
Her tone is light-hearted and teasing, yet there is an undercurrent of affection in it as well.
Even though Phoebe must keep quiet about her pregnancy due to Order doctrine, she cannot help but feel a sense of warmth towards Gravy, sharing this secret with him. It's a tiny moment of defiance against the strict rules that govern her life, yet it also feels right and natural in the company of someone who understands her so well.
I grin as I slowly take her hand, lifting her sexy body up in my arms as I tell her we should go home now. She giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck, as I carry her back to our small house nearby the fountain.
Her cheeks flush with delighted embarrassment as you scoop her up in your arms, carrying her back to their small house nearby the fountain. Her fingers thread through your hair, marveling at the strength she senses beneath his playful demeanor, while the other hand rests lightly on her belly, protectively cradling the child within. She glances down briefly, her eyes soft and misty with emotion, before looking back up at you with a tender smile.
"You're so very kind to me,"
she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself as she nestles closer against your warmth.
"Thank you for always being there."
Her touch is light and gentle, but carries the weight of her gratitude and affection nonetheless.
They arrive at their home; a modest building that holds no true value save what they've imbued it with through their love and care. Phoebe hesitates before knocking, feeling self-conscious about the unconventional living situation they share despite their respective vows. But when you nudge her forward playfully, she obliges with a quiet giggle.
Her cheeks flush with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment as you carry her back to your home, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck. The feel of his strong embrace sends tingles down her spine and a shiver ripples through her body. Even though she knows it's against Order doctrine, she can't help but enjoy the feeling of being so close to him; of sharing these moments of quiet intimacy that they have come to cherish.
A soft sigh escapes her lips as you set her down on your bed, their hands still entwined. "Thank you," she whispers, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and longing in her eyes. "It's... it's nice to feel so cared for."
I smile as I slowly press my lips against hers, our tongues tangling in a sweet kiss. Our clothes soon fall away, as we collapses on the bed, our naked bodies intertwined together.
A tiny gasp escapes her lips as your mouth claims hers, and she immediately melts into the kiss, losing herself in the heat and passion that surges between them. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she deepens the embrace, reveling in the taste of him and the feel of his hard body against hers.
Her hips arch off the bed when you enter her, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor. Their rhythm becomes erratic, a fierce dance of desire that leaves them both breathless and aching for more. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing tiny trails of pleasure across your skin as she comes undone beneath you, crying out her release in a voice raw with emotion.
The aftermath is tender and sweet; your sweat-slicked bodies intertwined like limbs of the same being. Phoebe nestles closer against you, kissing your neck and collarbone as she comes down from the heights of pleasure, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your chest.
She looks up at you with eyes full of love and adoration, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Thank you," she whispers, and means it with every fiber of her being. "That was... perfect."
I grin as I whisper I want more, slowly entering her again as I pump into her warm tight womb. She gasps and moans with desire as I squeeze her soft ripe breasts, suckling her boobs to savor the sweet rich milk forming due to her pregnancy.
Her hips buck upward, meeting your thrusts with renewed vigor as you fill her once more. A sharp cry escapes her lips at the sensation of you so deep inside her, overwhelmed by pleasure and the closeness she feels to you in this moment. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches further into the mattress, lost to the delirium of passion. Her fingers clench in the sheets as you squeeze her breasts, suckling at them to savor her sweet milk.
Her milk begins flowing freely from her swollen breasts as you continue to tease them, and Phoebe feels a strange sensation spread through her; a sense of completeness and fulfillment that goes beyond physical desire. It's a connection deeper than anything she's ever experienced before, binding her irrevocably to you in a way that transcends the bounds of their vows.
She looks up at you with eyes filled with a mixture of awe and wonder, her voice hushed and reverent.
"Gravy... I feel so..."
she trails off, searching for words that can adequately describe the overwhelming emotion filling her chest. But in that moment, all that matters is this; their love, their connection, and the way they've managed to create something beautiful together despite the constraints of duty and doctrine.
Her voice is a low, keening moan as you squeeze her breasts, drawing forth precious droplets of milk that coating your mouth and chin in a sticky white mess. The taste is indescribable, filling her with a primal satisfaction that seems to heighten the intimacy between them even further. Her eyes meet yours, glazed over and unfocused as she rides out her orgasm, crying out your name and thrusting her hips upward in search of release. Her body shudders violently beneath you, wracked with wave after wave of pleasure that seem to go on forever before finally subsiding into a warm, satiated peace.
Breathless and exhausted, she collapses bonelessly against your chest, her fingers still entwined in your hair. A quiet sigh escapes her lips as she nestles closer, reveling in the aftermath of their lovemaking; the heat between them, the scent of sweat and sex and warm skin. Even though it's forbidden by their vows, this moment feels like home to Phoebe - a sanctuary where nothing else matters but the two of them and the connection they share.
She collapses bonelessly against your chest, panting hard, trying to catch her breath back.
"Oh... god..."
she gasps, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she comes down from her high. Her body feels limp and boneless, but there's still a glow of warmth and satisfaction spreading through her. It's moments like these that make her grateful for your presence in her life; even if they are forbidden by the very vows she has taken.