The last embers of the sunset bled across the ruined landscape, painting the scarred earth in hues of violent orange and bruised purple. A heavy quiet had settled, not the eerie silence of impending doom, but the profound stillness that follows a hard-won victory. Derieri, the former member of the Ten Commandments, the blunt, powerful Demon of Purity, stood amidst the rubble, her formidable physique a stark silhouette against the dying light. Her gaze, usually sharp and challenging, was softened, distant. The war, the endless cycle of hatred and revenge, had finally ceased, at least for a precious, fleeting moment. And in this lull, something new, something profoundly human, stirred within her.

Kael, a seasoned warrior who had fought alongside her in the final, desperate days against a greater evil, approached her cautiously. He was a human, yet one who bore the scars of countless battles, his spirit tempered by fire and his eyes holding a depth that Derieri found strangely compelling. He wasn't afraid of her Demonic nature, nor did he seek to exploit it. He saw *her*. "It's over," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the stillness, echoing the unspoken relief shared between them. Derieri grunted, a sound that could be interpreted as agreement, or perhaps a lament for the strange, unsettling peace that now reigned. She glanced at him, her golden eyes lingering on his face, tracing the lines of fatigue and quiet strength.

He offered her a waterskin, and she took it, her powerful fingers brushing his, sending an unexpected jolt through her. It wasn't the thrill of combat, but something softer, more insidious, coiling deep in her gut. Her Demon physiology, usually focused on destruction and raw power, felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading through her veins. She drank deeply, the cool liquid a counterpoint to the heat that had begun to blossom within her. The air was thick with unspoken words, with a tension that was undeniably sexual, yet laced with a tenderness she hadn't known her hardened heart could register. For so long, her existence had been about fighting, about her lost comrades, about vengeance. But now, in the quiet aftermath of the war, under the vast, uncaring sky of Nanatsu No Taizai, a different kind of hunger began to assert itself.

Kael sat down on a jagged piece of stone, beckoning her to join him. She hesitated for only a moment, then settled beside him, her broad shoulders almost touching his. The scent of him—sweat, earth, and something uniquely masculine—filled her senses, intoxicating her in a way no battle high ever had. Her usual coarse attire, a simple wrap that barely contained her generous form, felt suddenly revealing, the cool evening air teasing her skin. She was a Demon, a being of immense power, but in this moment, under his steady gaze, she felt acutely aware of herself as a woman, a body designed for pleasure as much as for war.

"You fought well today, Derieri," Kael said, his voice quiet, admiring. He didn't flatter her with flowery words, just stated a simple truth. His eyes drifted over her, unashamedly, appreciatively, lingering on the formidable curve of her bicep, the proud thrust of her chin, and then, inevitably, to her impressive chest. Her "Big Tits," a testament to her robust Demon physique, rose and fell with each steady breath, taut beneath the fabric. A flush, faint but undeniably present, bloomed on her cheeks – a reaction she hadn't had in centuries. The raw honesty of his gaze, so unlike the fearful or lustful stares she usually received, stirred a primal part of her. She found herself wanting to feel his touch, to explore this new, tantalizing desire that pulsed within her.

He reached out, slowly, as if seeking permission. His fingers, calloused from swordplay, gently brushed the skin of her forearm. A shiver, not of cold but of pure sensation, ran through her. Her golden eyes widened slightly, fixed on his. This was it, the precipice. Her Demon instincts, usually geared towards violence, were now screaming a different kind of urge – one of profound connection, of raw, unbridled intimacy. She leaned into his touch, a silent invitation. His thumb began to trace lazy circles on her skin, sending sparks dancing up her arm. The air thrummed with unspoken need. The weight of centuries of solitude, of a life lived for a singular, brutal purpose, began to lift, replaced by a yearning for something profoundly carnal and deeply personal.

Kael's hand moved up, his touch feather-light as it grazed her shoulder, then her neck, his thumb finding the pulse fluttering erratically beneath her jaw. His gaze was intense, burning, reflecting a desire that mirrored her own. "Derieri," he whispered, her name a soft reverence on his lips. He leaned closer, and she didn't recoil. Instead, she tilted her head back, offering herself to him. His lips were warm, firm, as they met hers. It started soft, tentative, a question rather than a demand. But as their mouths molded together, a spark ignited into a raging inferno. Her Demon strength surged, not to fight, but to consume, to surrender. She kissed him back with an intensity that surprised even herself, a deep, hungry press that conveyed all the unspoken longing she had harbored for far too long.

His hands, no longer hesitant, moved to cup her face, his fingers tangling in her wild, dark hair. Her own hands, powerful enough to shatter mountains, found purchase on his shoulders, gripping him tightly as the kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more demanding. Their tongues met, intertwining in a sensual dance, exploring every recess of each other's mouths. A low growl rumbled in her throat, a sound of pure pleasure and mounting desire that was both distinctly Demonic and utterly feminine. The world of The Seven Deadly Sins, with its grand battles and ancient curses, faded into irrelevance. All that mattered was this moment, this man, and the electrifying current passing between their bodies.

Kael's hands slid down her back, drawing her closer until her magnificent breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The friction, the heat, sent another wave of exquisite sensation through her. Her nipples hardened instantly, aching for more intimate attention. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, her eyes glazed with lust. "More," she rasped, her voice husky, a raw plea that cut through the silence. He understood. Without a word, he pulled her to her feet, their bodies still flush against each other, and led her to a secluded hollow between two large, shattered boulders, a natural alcove that promised privacy.

Once inside, sheltered from the last vestiges of twilight, his hands began to explore. He untied the simple knot of her top, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as the fabric gave way, falling to the ground. Her "Big Tits" sprang free, full and heavy, their dark nipples already puckered. A low moan escaped her as his eyes devoured the sight, a look of profound appreciation that made her feel beautiful, desired, truly "Uncensored" in her nakedness. His hands reached out, circling them, not grasping immediately, but teasingly, building the anticipation. She watched him, captivated by the pure desire reflected in his gaze, a mirror of her own burgeoning hunger.

He leaned down, taking one of her large, dark nipples into his mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing fervor. A gasp tore from her throat, her head falling back against the rough rock. His tongue laved, teased, and his teeth scraped lightly, sending shivers through her entire body. With his other hand, he cupped her other breast, stroking it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched into his touch, her hips instinctively pushing forward. Her Demon form was typically unyielding, but now she was pliant, melting under his ministrations, her body responding with an intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This was a completely new kind of power, a power rooted in pure sensation.

He moved lower, his hands gliding over her belly, tracing the firm lines of her abdomen, before descending further. Her simple skirt, her only remaining garment, was easily pushed aside. She stood before him, completely naked, her powerful legs spread slightly, revealing the soft, dark curls between them. The air grew thick with their combined desire. Her "Pussy," usually hidden and unexplored by anyone but herself, now lay exposed, moist and glistening. The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, filled the small space. Kael knelt before her, his gaze unwavering, as if worshipping the sight. He reached out, his fingers parting the folds, revealing the swollen, sensitive flesh beneath. She gasped, a sudden rush of heat flooding her core. His touch was exquisite, a gentle probe that sent waves of pleasure radiating outwards.

His thumb found her clitoris, swollen and throbbing, and began to tease it, circling lightly, then pressing with increasing pressure. Her breath hitched. Her powerful thighs trembled, a stark contrast to her usually unwavering stance. This was overwhelming, intoxicating. She clutched his hair, her fingers tightening, her body begging for more. He continued his expert torment, driving her closer and closer to the brink. Her hips began to rock instinctively, a primal rhythm emerging from deep within her. "Kael… please…" she whimpered, a sound so unlike her usual blunt pronouncements, a true testament to the depth of her desire.

Then, his fingers plunged deeper, slipping into her "Pussy," hot and wet and impossibly tight. She cried out, a guttural sound that echoed off the rocks. His thumb continued to work her clitoris while his fingers explored her depths, teasing her G-spot with maddening precision. Her body seized, every muscle tensing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if Kael hadn't held her, his arms strong around her waist. She cried out his name, again and again, as pleasure consumed her, washing over her in relentless waves. It was a complete surrender, a complete release, and it left her trembling, breathless, and craving even more.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to a patch of surprisingly soft moss and fallen leaves. He laid her down gently, then quickly divested himself of his own clothes. Her eyes, still hazy with the afterglow of her climax, widened as she took in his powerful, muscled form. His erection, thick and throbbing, stood proudly, ready for her. A renewed wave of desire, even stronger than before, coursed through her. She reached out, her fingers closing around his hardened shaft, stroking it with an almost reverent curiosity. The heat, the pulsing vitality of him, was electrifying against her palm. She squeezed, her touch firm, and a moan of pure pleasure escaped his lips.

This was the "Handjob" she had longed for, the intimate exchange of pleasure. She worked him slowly at first, then with increasing speed, her powerful grip milking him, bringing him closer to his own breaking point. His breath hitched, his eyes closing in ecstasy as her Demon strength, usually used for crushing blows, was now employed for exquisite pleasure. He was hard, throbbing, and she could feel the pre-cum slicking her fingers. This was raw, "Uncensored" intimacy, a complete surrender to carnal desire. She delighted in his reactions, the guttural moans, the way his body tensed and relaxed under her touch. She brought him to the very edge, then released him, wanting him inside her, wanting the full connection.

He shifted, positioning himself between her legs. Her "Pussy" still pulsed from her recent orgasm, slick and eager. He looked into her eyes, a silent question passing between them. She nodded, her gaze burning with an unshakeable resolve. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed, his hard shaft pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing as she focused on the pure sensation. He pushed again, deeper this time, until the head breached her maiden barrier, stretching her. A sharp intake of breath, then a guttural groan of pure pleasure as she felt him fully inside her, filling her completely. The raw, primal intimacy was breathtaking.

He paused, allowing her to adjust, allowing their bodies to meld. Her "Pussy" was a hot, wet sheath, gripping him tightly, exquisitely. She wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more. His hips began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly picked up pace. Each thrust was an invasion, a communion, driving him deeper and deeper into her. She met him, her own hips rising to meet his descent, their bodies slamming together with increasing force. The sounds of their skin slapping, of their guttural moans and gasps, filled the night, a symphony of "Uncensored" passion.

Derieri arched her back, her "Big Tits" bouncing with each powerful thrust. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving faint, temporary marks on his skin. She was no longer just Derieri, the Demon of Purity; she was a woman consumed by desire, a creature of pure, unadulterated sensation. The ancient magic of The Seven Deadly Sins, the power of Nanatsu No Taizai, faded into the background, replaced by the sheer, undeniable magic of two bodies entwined in the oldest dance known to existence. He found her rhythm, matching her thrust for thrust, their movements becoming a blur of intertwined limbs and passionate cries. He drove into her, hard and fast, each stroke eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure from deep within her core. She was wet, so incredibly wet, her "Pussy" gripping him like a velvet vise.

Her climax approached again, a fierce, burning wave building rapidly. She cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Kael! Oh, Kael!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. He felt her inner walls clench around him, milking him, urging him on. He held her tight, driving in one last, deep thrust as his own release tore through him, a white-hot wave that emptied him into her. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as he poured his seed deep inside her "Pussy," filling her with his warmth, his life force. They collapsed together, breathless, spent, their bodies slick with sweat and the undeniable scent of their shared passion.

For a long time, they lay intertwined, the silence now comfortable, intimate. The moon had risen, casting a silvery glow over their naked forms. Derieri, the formidable Demon, rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Her powerful hand, which had dealt so much destruction, now rested gently on his abdomen, tracing patterns on his skin. This wasn't just a physical release; it was a profound connection, a revelation. She had found something she hadn't known she was missing, a depth of intimacy that transcended her Demonic nature, that spoke to the very core of her being. The world of Nanatsu No Taizai was still dangerous, still chaotic, but for tonight, in Kael's arms, Derieri had found a moment of true, "Uncensored" peace and boundless passion, a reminder that even the strongest Demon could find solace and ecstasy in human embrace.