The night air, thick with the scent of damp earth and distant, blooming nightshade, caressed the secluded clearing like a lover's breath. High above, the twin moons of Britannia cast a silver sheen upon the ancient trees, their leaves rustling with secrets as old as the Demon Clan itself. Derieri, usually an unyielding force, sat by the low-burning fire, her silhouette stark against the flickering light, a rare softness gracing her features. Across from her, Kael watched, his heart a rhythmic drum against his ribs, mirroring the pulse he felt thrumming through the very ground beneath them. They had spent countless nights like this since their paths had intertwined, moments of shared silence that spoke volumes more than any words.

Kael had known Derieri in many forms: the furious warrior, the stoic leader, the surprisingly gentle companion who would, on rare occasions, offer a word of comfort. But tonight, there was an unspoken invitation in the way her gaze lingered on him, a vulnerability in the slight curve of her lips that he hadn't dared to dream of. He was just a human scholar, albeit one with an unusual affinity for ancient magic and a stubborn heart that refused to fear the power emanating from the demon before him. He had seen the scars of battles fought for The Seven Deadly Sins, the weariness etched around her eyes, and through it all, he had seen a profound beauty, a strength that transcended her race.

A comfortable quiet settled between them, punctuated only by the crackle of burning wood and the distant chirping of crickets. Derieri shifted, her powerful, toned body moving with an almost liquid grace even in repose. Her demon mark, usually prominent on her left eye, was softened by the low light, blending into the serene canvas of her face. Kael found himself mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tension in her shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, to trace the lines of her strength, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, yet a part of him still held back, respectful of the formidable warrior she was, and the delicate balance of their newfound intimacy.

Breaking the silence, Derieri spoke, her voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down Kael's spine. "The stars are particularly bright tonight, aren't they?" It wasn't a question, more an observation, an opening. Kael nodded, finding his voice a little rough. "They are. It feels as though they’re watching us, holding their breath." Derieri's gaze met his, a flicker of something raw and intense igniting in their depths. "Perhaps they are," she mused, her eyes dropping to his lips, then trailing down his body with a deliberate slowness that made his skin prickle with anticipation. He felt seen, truly seen, for the first time by someone so powerful, so enigmatic.

The air grew heavier, thick with unspoken desires. Kael could feel the heat radiating from her, a magnetic pull that drew him closer. He took a hesitant step, then another, until he was kneeling before her, the warmth of the fire now embracing both of them. Derieri reached out, her fingers, usually so accustomed to crushing blows, now tracing the line of his jaw with astonishing tenderness. Her touch was a brand, a silent declaration that sent waves of pleasure through him. "You look... entranced," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet resonating deep within his soul. "I am," Kael confessed, his voice husky with emotion. "By you. Always by you."

Her thumb stroked his cheek, a small smile playing on her lips, a sight so rare it felt like a sacred revelation. "You see things in me that others do not," she said, her voice laced with a subtle hint of vulnerability that took Kael's breath away. "You see past the demon, past the warrior." He leaned into her touch, pressing his forehead against her hand, a silent plea. "I see your heart, Derieri. And it's magnificent." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, bridging the gap between them with an invisible thread of profound affection.

Her eyes closed for a moment, savoring his words, then opened again, burning with a new intensity. She leaned forward, her breath warm against his lips. "And what does your heart desire, Kael?" The question was a challenge, an invitation, and a promise. Kael didn't hesitate. "You," he breathed, his hand reaching for hers, intertwining their fingers. "All of you." He gently pulled her closer, and Derieri, with a soft sigh, melted into his embrace. Their lips met, tentative at first, then deepening with a passion that had been simmering between them for so long. Her mouth was soft, surprisingly yielding, and tasted of moonlight and something ancient, something wild.

The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more hungry. Kael's hands roamed over her back, feeling the powerful muscles beneath her attire, the subtle curve of her spine. Derieri responded with an eagerness that surprised and thrilled him, her own hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer until there was no space left between them. He felt the weight of her body against his, the incredible strength that belied her newfound tenderness. Her lips moved from his to his jaw, then down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a primal sound that sent shivers of pure excitement through Kael.

He fumbled with the fastenings of her simple tunic, his fingers trembling with desire. Derieri, sensing his urgency, pulled away slightly, her eyes glittering mischievously. With a graceful, deliberate movement, she untied her own top, letting it fall to the ground in a soft whisper of fabric. Kael’s breath hitched. Her torso was a sculpted masterpiece, lean and powerful, scarred by battles but beautiful in its resilience. Her breasts were firm, tipped with dark, sensitive nipples that hardened instantly under his gaze. He reached out, his fingers brushing against their peaks, and Derieri gasped, leaning into his touch.

But it was as his eyes drifted lower, following the line of her taut stomach, that he noticed it. A shadow, a distinct, powerful presence emerging from between her legs, hidden until now by the subtle folds of her lower garment. He froze, his mind struggling to process what his eyes were seeing. As Derieri’s gaze held his, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face, a hint of ancient power and playful seduction. She reached down, her strong fingers parting the fabric further, revealing the magnificent truth of her form. There, rising proudly from her feminine core, was a shaft of impressive length and girth, pulsing faintly in the firelight. This was no mere appendage; this was a potent, undeniable *huge cock*, thick and powerful, a testament to her unique and formidable demon physiology. This was the legendary *Futa* form he had only ever heard whispered about in hushed tones, a rare manifestation of extreme demon power.

Kael’s initial shock quickly gave way to awe, then to a profound, intoxicating rush of desire. He had always been drawn to her strength, her otherness, and this revelation only deepened his fascination. He gazed at her, at the beautiful contrast of her powerful, feminine curves and the undeniable male potency between her legs, a true *futanari* goddess. Derieri watched his reaction, a challenge and an invitation in her eyes. "Surprised, little scholar?" she purred, her voice a low growl that made his blood pound. "Most are. Few ever get this close."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Surprised, yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But... captivated. More than ever." He reached out, his fingers trembling as they hovered just inches from her powerful shaft. Derieri let him look, let him take in every detail of her magnificent anatomy, the thick veins subtly pulsing, the prominent head glistening in the firelight. "Touch it," she commanded, her voice husky with desire, "if you dare."

Kael dared. His fingertips brushed against the tip, and Derieri hissed, a sharp intake of breath, her hips subtly thrusting forward. The skin was warm, velvety, and shockingly sensitive. He traced the length of her *huge cock*, marveling at its solidity, its sheer size. It was beautiful, undeniably so, a perfect extension of her incredible power. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and the raw desire reflected there was intoxicating. "You are... incredible, Derieri," he breathed, overwhelmed by the revelation, yet more drawn to her than ever.

She pulled him closer, her strong arms wrapping around him, one hand guiding his onto her erection. "And you, Kael," she whispered against his lips, "are mine tonight." With a swift, powerful movement, she pulled him onto her lap, positioning him so that his body was pressed against hers, his hips nestled against her magnificent shaft. He gasped, feeling the full, undeniable press of her *futanari* cock against his belly, already growing harder and more eager. Her scent, a mix of ancient power and aroused female, filled his senses, driving him wild.

Derieri shifted, her powerful legs parting slightly, giving him full access. Kael felt her *huge cock* press against his trousers, its head nudging persistently. He fumbled with his own clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his, her full length against his naked body. Derieri, ever impatient, helped him, her strong hands stripping away his garments with surprising speed and efficiency. Soon, they were both gloriously naked, skin against skin, the heat of the fire now feeling cool compared to the inferno raging between them.

Her hands glided over his chest, down his stomach, her touch electrifying. Then, with a deliberate, almost predatory grace, she guided the tip of her *huge cock* to the entrance of his eager flesh. Kael gasped, his head falling back against her shoulder. The sheer size was daunting, but the desire was overwhelming, conquering any fear. He could feel her power thrumming, vibrating through him, preparing him. "Are you ready, little scholar?" she murmured against his ear, her voice thick with raw passion. "Ready to feel a demon's true embrace?"

He could only nod, his breath catching in his throat. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Derieri began to push inside him. Kael cried out, a mixture of pain and profound pleasure. The stretching was intense, but her demon strength, surprisingly gentle, allowed his body to accommodate her. He felt her *futanari* cock slowly, inch by agonizing inch, fill him completely. The pressure was immense, a glorious fullness that stretched him to his very limits. Her muscles, honed by countless battles in the world of Nanatsu No Taizai, gripped him tightly, holding him captive around her formidable shaft.

"So tight," she groaned, her body trembling with the effort and the pleasure of their connection. "Perfectly tight." Kael clutched at her shoulders, his nails digging into her strong flesh, utterly consumed by the sensation. When she was fully buried within him, a low moan escaped his lips, a sound of utter surrender. He could feel every ridge, every vein of her *huge cock* pressed deep inside him, a sensation unlike anything he had ever known. The world outside the clearing, the stars, the trees, The Seven Deadly Sins and all their legendary battles, faded into insignificance. There was only Derieri, only this profound, intimate connection.

Derieri began to move, a slow, deep thrust that sent him spiraling. She held him securely on her lap, setting a deliberate rhythm, her hips grinding against his, pushing deeper with each powerful stroke. Kael cried out, his body arching, meeting her thrusts with an instinctive eagerness. The friction was incredible, hot and intense, building an exquisite pressure inside him. Her demon essence, infused with her touch, seemed to amplify every sensation, making his nerves sing. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her musky, intoxicating scent, letting himself be utterly consumed by her.

"Yes, Kael," she purred, her voice rough with passion. "Feel me. Feel all of me." She moved faster, harder now, her movements powerful and uninhibited. His body, once so resistant, now welcomed every deep penetration of her *futanari* cock. He was stretched, filled, possessed by her. His orgasms built quickly, waves of pleasure crashing over him, leaving him breathless and weak, yet she continued, her stamina seemingly endless. He could feel the intense throbbing deep inside him, her *huge cock* filling him completely, commanding every nerve ending.

She lifted him slightly, turning him to face her, her eyes burning with an primal hunger. Then, she slowly, deliberately, began to pull out, just enough to torment him, before plunging back in with a powerful, dominating thrust that stole his breath. Kael whimpered, his hands gripping her hips, urging her on. "Harder, Derieri," he begged, "Please, harder!" His plea was met with a fierce growl from her, and she obeyed, driving her *huge cock* into him with an animalistic intensity, faster and faster, pounding into him until his vision swam.

The climax hit him like a lightning bolt, shaking him to his core. He cried out, his body convulsing around her, emptying himself into her with a final, desperate gasp. Derieri felt his release, his essence flowing warm around her *futanari* cock, and it spurred her on. She intensified her thrusts, her hips slamming against his with a relentless rhythm, her own pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Her demon strength seemed to pulse through her every movement, making the bed of leaves beneath them rustle violently.

With a final, guttural roar that echoed through the silent clearing, Derieri arched her back, her muscles coiling and releasing. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, an explosion of sensation that made her *huge cock* throb deep inside Kael. She held him tightly, her release a powerful, consuming torrent that flowed through her and into him, binding them together in a shared ecstasy. Her body trembled, sweat glistening on her skin as she came, a deep, primal groan escaping her lips, her essence pouring into him with a warmth that spread through his entire being.

They collapsed together, Kael still impaled on her magnificent shaft, their bodies slick with sweat and the aftermath of their passion. Derieri held him close, her breathing heavy, her heart thundering against his. The fire crackled softly, casting long, peaceful shadows around them. Kael could still feel the glorious fullness of her *futanari* cock deep inside him, a constant, comforting reminder of their profound connection. He lay there, utterly spent, yet filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and belonging. He had faced a demon, embraced her unique power, and found himself completely consumed by her.

Derieri shifted, her lips finding his, pressing a soft, lingering kiss. "You truly are something else, Kael," she whispered, her voice still hoarse with passion. "No one has ever... felt me quite like that." Her confession, so raw and vulnerable, touched him deeply. He stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. "And no one has ever made me feel like you, Derieri. Like this. So complete." He could feel the lingering throb of her *huge cock* inside him, the intimate bond still unbroken. It was a potent, powerful connection, sealing their shared night of passion under the ancient stars of Nanatsu No Taizai.

They remained intertwined for a long time, sharing the warmth of the fire, the quiet whispers of the night, and the profound intimacy of their bodies. Derieri eventually eased herself out of him, but not before pressing a final, deep kiss to his lips, her eyes filled with a tenderness that made his heart ache with devotion. He watched, mesmerized, as her *huge cock* slowly withdrew, slick and glistening, leaving him feeling deliciously hollow and yearning for more. But even in its absence, the sensation lingered, a phantom fullness that promised future encounters.

She lay beside him, pulling a thick blanket over them both, their bodies still pressed intimately together. Kael rested his head on her shoulder, feeling the powerful rhythm of her heart beneath his ear. The moonlight streamed through the trees, bathing them in a soft, ethereal glow. He closed his eyes, replaying every exquisite moment of their encounter, the feel of her magnificent *futanari* cock, the intensity of her pleasure, the vulnerability she had shown him. It was a night that transcended mere physical pleasure, a testament to a bond forged in fire and sealed with an intimacy that was uniquely theirs.

"Sleep, little scholar," Derieri murmured, her arm tightening around him, pulling him even closer against her warm, powerful body. "There will be more nights like this. Many more." Kael smiled, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He knew she spoke the truth. This was just the beginning of their journey, a journey where a demon's untamed passion and a scholar's unwavering heart had found their perfect, powerful match, forever bound by the unforgettable unveiling of her deeply sensual, *futanari* nature and the incredible pleasure of her *huge cock*.