The night air, thick with the scent of blossoming night-blooming jasmine and the faint, salty tang of the distant sea, caressed Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi's bare shoulders as she stood on the private balcony. The moon, a full, luminous orb, cast its silver light across the opulent chamber, painting shadows that danced with the gentle sway of sheer curtains. It had been a long, arduous journey for her, a fallen princess who had once embodied the very ideal of an "Angel" of the Misurugi Empire, only to be cast down and forced to confront the harsh realities of a world she had so naively judged. But tonight, there was no judgment, no battles, only the quiet hum of an expectant heart.

Her golden, blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, now fell in soft, loose waves around her, catching the moonlight like a halo. Her silk robe, a gift from the one who now stood behind her, whispered against her skin with every breath, hinting at the luscious curves beneath. She had endured so much, fought so hard, and through it all, she had found an unexpected solace, a profound connection with the man whose presence now warmed her back. He was not a prince, nor a soldier of the old guard, but simply *her* partner, one who had seen beyond the facade of the proud princess and into the vulnerable, fiery soul of the woman known as Angelise. He understood the burdens of the world from *Cross Ange Rondo Of Angel And Dragon*, the weight of her past, and the silent longing for a peace she thought she might never find.

His hands, strong yet infinitely gentle, settled on her waist, drawing her back against his solid frame. A shiver, not of cold but of exquisite anticipation, traced a path down her spine. "Angelise," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her, a sound as comforting as it was arousing. He often called her that, a tender acknowledgment of the name that had once defined her, now imbued with a deeper, more personal meaning. "You're beautiful tonight, my Angel."

She leaned back into him, her head resting against his shoulder, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. The battles, the betrayals, the constant fight for survival in a world of Normas and Dragons – all of it faded into the background, replaced by the intimate reality of his touch. He began to trace lazy circles on her bare skin where the robe had parted, his fingers dancing across her hip. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The air was charged, thick with an unspoken desire that had been simmering between them, a quiet promise made in the stolen moments between skirmishes, now ready to finally burst into flame.

Slowly, deliberately, he untied the sash of her silk robe, letting the fabric fall open. The moonlight spilled over her, illuminating her body in a soft, ethereal glow. Her "Big Tits," a source of both pride and occasional annoyance in the tight confines of her battle suit, now seemed to swell with their own beauty, the rounded curves perfectly framed by the silk that slipped away. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a sweet vulnerability she rarely allowed herself. This was Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi, stripped bare of her armor, her title, her defenses, offering herself wholly to the man who cherished her.

His gaze devoured her, a look of pure adoration and fierce longing that made her knees weak. "You are truly a vision," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He turned her gently in his arms, facing him. Her golden hair flowed over her shoulders as he reached out, his fingers brushing a lock away from her face. His thumb traced the delicate curve of her jaw, then moved to cup her cheek. Her eyes, usually so sharp and resolute, were now soft, wide, and filled with an almost desperate yearning. She wanted him, with every fiber of her being, a want that transcended the physical, a deep need for connection and release.

His lips, warm and soft, found hers, a tender beginning that quickly deepened into a searing, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of shared hardships, unspoken understanding, and a future they were determined to forge together. Her hands, initially hesitant, found purchase on his back, clutching the fabric of his shirt, then slipping underneath to feel the warmth of his skin. Her body pressed against his, the soft mounds of her "Big Tits" brushing against his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He groaned into the kiss, a low, guttural sound that thrilled her to her core.

He broke the kiss only to pepper her neck with open-mouthed kisses, trailing down to the sensitive skin of her collarbone. Angelise arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure began to bloom deep within her. The intensity was rising, a beautiful storm brewing. He gently nudged her robe further open, letting it pool around her feet. She stood before him, completely naked, utterly exposed, yet feeling more powerful and desired than ever before. Her blonde hair cascaded around her, a curtain of gold around her porcelain skin, the full swell of her breasts rising and falling with her ragged breaths.

His eyes, dark and heavy with desire, lingered on her breasts, then moved lower, admiring the soft curve of her belly, the dark blonde curl between her legs. He sank to his knees, a gesture of reverence that made her heart ache with love. He kissed her stomach, then her inner thighs, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out. She reached out, her fingers tangling in his hair, a silent plea for him to continue, to consume her.

His tongue, warm and wet, found her clitoris, and Angelise cried out, a pure, uninhibited sound that echoed in the quiet room. Wave after wave of exquisite sensation crashed over her. He suckled and licked, teasing and swirling, bringing her to the precipice again and again. Her fingers gripped his hair tighter, pulling him closer, desperate for more. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body a slave to the sensations he was so expertly orchestrating. "Oh… please… don't stop," she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure, a far cry from the composed princess she once was.

He rose, his eyes gleaming with triumphant desire, and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her core pressing against his. He carried her to the bed, a lavish expanse of soft linens and downy pillows, and gently laid her down. The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the bed in a soft, silver glow, a spotlight on their intimate stage. He stripped off his own clothes with practiced ease, revealing a body toned by battle and discipline, hard muscle and heated skin. His erection, thick and proud, jutted out, a testament to his desire for her, an "Uncensored" display of masculine power.

Angelise reached out, her fingers tracing the length of him, a bold gesture she had only recently discovered she enjoyed. He groaned, leaning down to capture her lips once more, a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of her own desire. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the ripple of muscles, the tautness of his skin. The scent of him, an intoxicating mix of sweat and man, filled her senses, driving her further into the intoxicating haze of lust.

He moved between her legs, gently spreading them. Her eyes met his, a silent question passing between them. Tonight, she wanted everything, every depth of pleasure they could explore. Her fingers curled around him, guiding him to her entrance, the slick, wet warmth of her folds already yearning for his penetration. He paused, his gaze seeking her permission, and she nodded, a fervent, breathless agreement. Her "Big Tits" heaved with her quick breaths as he slowly, agonizingly, began to push inside.

A gasp tore from her throat as he entered her, a stretch of pure sensation. He filled her completely, a perfect fit that made her arch off the bed, her toes curling. He waited, allowing her body to adjust, his eyes never leaving hers, gauging her every reaction. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with adoration. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly deepened into a passionate thrusting. The bed creaked with their movements, a symphony of lovemaking. Each thrust sent delicious shivers through her, making her moan his name like a prayer.

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one of her engorged nipples, suckling deeply, sending shooting stars of pleasure through her core. Her back arched, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. Her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, a golden halo around her flushed face. "Faster," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. "More… I need more." He obliged, his pace quickening, his body driving into hers with primal urgency. The feeling was overwhelming, an ocean of sensation, washing away all thoughts of the past, all the pain and struggle. There was only this, this exquisite moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Just as she felt the first wave of her climax building, a thought sparked in her mind, a daring desire. She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with a newfound boldness. "My love," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I… I want you to take me… everywhere." He understood, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, then darkening with a thrill of raw excitement. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. "Are you sure, Angelise?" he murmured, his voice laced with concern and desire. She nodded fiercely, an unyielding resolve in her gaze. She was an "Angel" who had been through hell and back; she was ready to explore every facet of pleasure, every secret part of herself. This was her surrender, her complete trust.

He withdrew from her, a soft whimper escaping her lips at the temporary loss. He shifted her onto her side, kissing her back, tracing the curve of her spine. He then positioned her on her hands and knees, her "Big Tits" swaying enticingly. The moonlight illuminated the enticing curve of her buttocks, the tight, beckoning aperture of her anus. He spoke softly, reassuringly, as he prepared her, his fingers carefully, gently, massaging the entrance, applying a slick, warm lubricant. She tensed, a new kind of anticipation fluttering in her stomach, but his touch was so tender, so patient, that her body slowly relaxed, yielding to his will.

Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, he began to enter her from behind. It was a different kind of sensation, tighter, more intense, a delicious stretch that made her gasp and clench. She felt him fill her, deeper than before, a profound invasion that sent a thrilling jolt through her entire being. Her hands gripped the pillows, her knuckles white, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. He moved with agonizing slowness at first, allowing her body to acclimate, whispering words of encouragement into her ear, praising her courage, her beauty, her daring spirit. This was an "Uncensored" journey into a new realm of sensation, one she was embracing with a passion that surprised even herself.

As her body began to adjust to the glorious fullness, the initial discomfort gave way to a powerful, all-consuming pleasure. Each thrust was deeper, more potent, hitting a spot that sent electric currents straight to her core. Her hips began to rock in sync with his, her "blonde" hair swaying with the rhythm. She found a wild, primal release in this new angle, in the sensation of being utterly dominated, utterly filled, from behind. She let out a guttural moan, an animalistic sound that she barely recognized as her own, a sound of pure, raw ecstasy.

He continued to plunge into her, his body pressing against her back, his chest rising and falling against her shoulders. He whispered dirty encouragements, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how incredible it was to possess her so completely. Her "Big Tits" bounced with each powerful thrust, a mesmerizing dance of flesh. She felt her climax building again, a tidal wave of pleasure surging through her, even more intense than before. Her whole body trembled, her muscles spasming as the orgasm ripped through her, a shuddering, breathless release that left her weak and gasping for air.

He continued to thrust, his own climax building quickly after hers. With a final, powerful thrust and a guttural cry, he spilled his seed deep inside her, filling her completely, a warm, thick rush that made her tremble anew. They collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled, bodies slick with sweat and the aftermath of their passion. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, pressing kisses to her neck and the damp skin of her shoulder. Her golden hair was disheveled, spread across the pillow like spun gold, her face flushed and beautiful in the moonlight.

Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi, the proud princess, the fallen "Angel" of "Tenshi To Ryuu No Rondo," now lay utterly spent, completely satisfied, and more loved than she had ever thought possible. The intensity of their union, the "anal" exploration that had pushed her boundaries and redefined pleasure, had forged an even deeper bond between them. She felt cleansed, reborn, her body humming with the afterglow of their shared passion. There was no more pretense, no more fear, only a profound sense of peace and belonging.

She snuggled closer into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back. "I love you," she whispered, her voice still hoarse from her cries of pleasure. It was a simple confession, yet it carried the weight of everything she had endured, everything she had found in his arms. He tightened his hold, pressing a kiss to the top of her blonde head. "And I, you, my Angel," he responded, his voice filled with an overwhelming tenderness. The moon continued its silent vigil, casting its gentle light over the two figures, intertwined in the quiet solace of their love, their bodies a testament to a passion that transcended worlds and brought an "Angel" true, "Uncensored" happiness.