The soft, ethereal glow of the Fairy King’s Forest after a gentle rain bathed the secluded clearing in a shimmering haze. Drops clung like diamonds to the leaves of the Sacred Tree, reflecting the pale moonlight. Elaine, the guardian fairy, felt an unusual tremor ripple through her delicate frame, one that had nothing to do with the shifting winds or the ancient magic of her home. It was the thrill of anticipation, a vibrant thrumming deep within her soul, awakened by the man who stood before her, his gaze an inferno that promised both devotion and an untamed passion.

Her blonde hair, usually a cascade of pure gold that framed her innocent features, seemed to capture every stray glint of light, making her appear even more luminous. But tonight, there was a ripeness about her, a subtle curve to her chest that hinted at the "Big Tits" she had begun to develop, a luscious fullness to her hips that promised a "Big Ass" beneath her simple, flowing gown. She was no longer just the gentle, demure fairy from Nanatsu No Taizai; she was a woman on the precipice of profound, unbridled discovery.

He reached for her, his large hands calloused yet tender, brushing a stray strand of her golden hair from her cheek. Elaine’s breath hitched. His touch was a spark igniting a fire she had only dreamed of. The air around them crackled with an unspoken longing, a yearning that transcended their species and their past. She loved him with every fiber of her being, a love that had defied death and destiny, and tonight, that love was about to manifest in the most primal, exquisite ways imaginable.

“Elaine,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her very core, sending shivers down her spine. He pulled her closer, the warmth of his body seeping into hers. Her small hands found purchase on his broad chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. The contrast between their forms—her delicate, fairy grace and his rugged, powerful physique—only heightened the electric tension between them. Her gaze locked with his, a silent promise passing between them, an agreement to shed all inhibitions, to explore the depths of their shared desire, "uncensored" and complete.

His lips met hers, tentatively at first, a soft exploration that quickly deepened into a hungry, passionate kiss. Elaine responded with an intensity that surprised even herself. Her mouth opened to him, inviting his tongue to dance with hers, a prelude to the intimate ballet their bodies were about to perform. Her mind reeled, sensations overwhelming her: the taste of him, the feel of his arms tightening around her, the burgeoning heat between her legs that pulsed with a desperate need.

His hands began their journey, gliding from her waist, up her back, finally settling on the full, soft globes of her "Big Tits". A gasp escaped her lips as his thumbs brushed against her sensitive nipples, which instantly beaded and hardened. Her breasts, once barely noticeable, had blossomed, and his touch was pure adoration. She arched into him, pressing her chest against his, silently begging for more. The sheer pleasure of his attention on this newly developed part of her body was intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to unfasten the simple clasps of her dress. The fabric, whisper-thin, slid down her shoulders, revealing the alabaster skin beneath. Elaine shivered, not from cold, but from the exquisite vulnerability of the moment. Her dress pooled around her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but the moonlight and her burgeoning desire. Her "Big Tits" stood proudly, their rosy peaks inviting his gaze, his touch, his mouth.

He knelt before her, his eyes devouring her form, lingering on her breasts, then sweeping lower to her rounded belly and the soft, blonde curl at the apex of her thighs. Elaine felt a flush spread across her entire body. He leaned in, taking one of her large, swollen nipples into his mouth, suckling gently. A whimper escaped her, a sound of pure bliss. He suckled harder, his tongue lashing, his teeth nipping playfully, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. She clutched at his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as he worked his magic, moving from one breast to the other, lavishing attention on each of her "Big Tits" until they ached with a sweet, unbearable yearning.

As he continued his ministrations, his hands explored her curves, tracing the line of her waist, gliding over the lush flare of her hips. He squeezed her buttocks, letting her feel the firm, sensual curve of her "Big Ass" under his touch. It was a revelation, this newfound sensuality of her body. She had always been delicate, but now she felt robust, ripe, ready for his touch, ready for everything he had to offer. His fingers brushed against her moist folds, eliciting another soft gasp from her.

He rose, his eyes burning with desire, and gently lifted her into his arms. Elaine wrapped her legs around his waist, instinctively clenching her inner thighs, her wetness pressing against his hard erection, which was now painfully obvious beneath his trousers. He carried her to a soft patch of moss beneath the Sacred Tree, laying her down as reverently as if she were made of spun glass, yet his gaze promised something far more primal.

He quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his powerful, muscular body, his cock thick and ready, straining towards her. Elaine’s eyes widened, a mixture of awe and fierce hunger washing over her. She reached out, her fingers timidly brushing against the hot, rigid length of him. It was massive, intimidating, yet she felt no fear, only an intense craving to feel it inside her, to be filled by him completely. This was the "uncensored" truth of their desire.

He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them gently. Her blonde hair fanned out around her head, a golden halo against the green moss. He teased her entrance with the tip of his erection, drawing out her pleasure, making her writhe slightly beneath him. Elaine whimpered, urging him on. “Please,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her body aching for the connection.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her. Elaine cried out, a sharp intake of breath as her maidenhead, long preserved by her unique nature as a fairy from The Seven Deadly Sins, gave way. A brief sting, quickly replaced by a wave of intense pleasure as he pushed deeper, stretching her, filling her completely. She gasped, her body arching off the moss, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming, all-consuming. He paused, allowing her to adjust, to embrace the incredible fullness of him.

“Are you alright, my love?” he whispered, his brow furrowed with concern, even as his hips remained pressed intimately against hers. Elaine nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of pure sensation. “More,” she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. “I want all of you.”

He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back inside. Each thrust sent delicious tremors through her, vibrating deep within her core. Her "Big Tits" bounced with the rhythm of their lovemaking, and she clutched him tighter, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper still. The sounds of their bodies meeting, slick and primal, filled the quiet clearing, a symphony of passion.

His pace quickened, becoming a relentless, rhythmic pounding. Elaine threw her head back, her blonde hair flying, her cries escalating from whimpers to moans, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. She could feel herself building towards an orgasm, a delicious tension coiling in her belly, spreading through every nerve ending. He drove into her, harder and faster, each thrust taking her closer to the brink. “Oh, yes! Yes!” she screamed, her body convulsing as a powerful climax ripped through her, sending her soaring into dizzying heights of pleasure.

As the first wave subsided, he pulled out of her, much to her surprise and immediate protest. “No! Don’t stop!” she cried, clutching at him. He smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and shifted her onto her stomach, lifting her hips so her "Big Ass" was prominent, inviting. Her heart pounded as she realized his intention. This was it, the deeper, more forbidden pleasure she had only vaguely considered.

He kissed her lower back, trailing his tongue down the soft curve of her "Big Ass" before teasing her tight, virgin entrance. Elaine tensed, a mix of apprehension and extreme excitement coursing through her. He gently pushed a finger inside, stretching her, preparing her. She gasped, a shock of sensation that was both alien and intensely arousing. He worked carefully, slowly, until she relaxed, her body beginning to accept the intrusion.

Then, with a determined grunt, he pressed the head of his cock against her. Elaine whimpered, digging her fingers into the moss. The initial stretch was intense, a burning sensation that quickly faded into a deep, profound fullness as he slowly, inch by agonizing inch, pushed into her. She cried out, her entire body rigid, but he held her close, whispering reassurances, promising her pleasure beyond imagination. He stopped, letting her acclimate, feeling him completely fill her from behind, her "Big Ass" straining around his thickness.

Once again, she felt the burning give way to a breathtaking stretch, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. The tightness was exquisite, clenching him in a vice-like grip. “It… it feels… incredible,” she managed to gasp, her voice trembling. He began to move again, slowly at first, then picking up pace, each thrust deeper, more forceful, slamming into her "Big Ass" with a rhythmic precision that sent her spiraling into a new realm of sensation. The friction was intense, almost painful, but so incredibly good, so utterly "uncensored" and primal. She cried out, a primal sound of a fairy utterly consumed by carnal delight.

He continued to pound into her, his hips slamming against her "Big Ass" with fervent energy. Elaine’s mind was a blur of pure sensation, her body reacting instinctively, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. She was lost in the rhythm, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. Her body was trembling, on the verge of another climax, and he pushed her further, deeper, demanding everything she had to give.

Just as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tighten in her core, he pulled out, leaving her whimpering, craving for more. He gently turned her over, pulling her up so she was kneeling, facing him. He lowered himself, his cock now glistening, potent. Elaine looked at him, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with desire. He guided her head down, placing the tip of his pulsing erection against her soft lips.

Elaine hesitated for only a moment, then, driven by an insatiable hunger, opened her mouth wide. He eased the head of his shaft past her lips, then her teeth, and she felt the incredible thickness of him begin to slide into her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat working, trying to accommodate his immense size. He pushed, gently but firmly, until the entire length of his shaft disappeared down her throat, her gag reflex protesting for a brief moment before she fought it down, driven by the desire to please him, to take him completely. This was "Deepthroat", a total surrender, a testament to her devotion.

Her cheeks bulged around him, her eyes watering, but she held on, sucking and licking, feeling the rhythmic pulsations of his cock in her throat. She moved her head, bobbing up and down, a living, breathing sheath for his pleasure. He groaned, his hands clutching her blonde hair, guiding her, encouraging her to take him even deeper. Elaine felt a surge of triumph and intense satisfaction, knowing she was taking him fully, "uncensored" and without reservation.

He pulled out, her mouth slick and glistening, and then, with a final, primal roar, he guided himself back inside her, entering her deeply and fully, driving into her with renewed vigor, pulling her close, burying his face in her blonde hair. Elaine cried out again, her orgasm building rapidly, intertwined with his, a crescendo of pure, unadulterated passion. Their bodies moved as one, a storm of thrusts and moans, until, with a final, powerful thrust, he stiffened, groaning loudly as his release washed over him.

Elaine felt the hot rush of his "Cumshot" deep inside her, filling her, spilling over, a profound sensation of being utterly consumed and claimed. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, quickly, his cock still hard and dripping, and positioned himself above her face. Elaine looked up, her eyes wide as she realized his intent. Her face was the target, the canvas for his final act of passion. He looked down at her, his eyes blazing, and then, with another guttural groan, he unleashed the rest of his "Cumshot".

A thick, warm stream of cum erupted from him, showering her face, her blonde hair, her "Big Tits". Elaine gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as the sticky liquid coated her, warm and salty. She opened her eyes, watching as the thick white fluid dripped down her forehead, into her hair, over her mouth and chin. Her face was covered, a glistening mask of his seed, the ultimate, "uncensored" declaration of their encounter. She slowly licked her lips, tasting him, savoring the salty, musky flavor of his passion.

He collapsed beside her, breathing heavily, pulling her close into his arms. Elaine snuggled against him, her body sticky with their combined essences, her heart still pounding from the intensity of their lovemaking. She was completely sated, utterly exhausted, yet a profound sense of peace and joy settled over her. Her "Big Tits" pressed against his chest, her "Big Ass" molded to his hip, her blonde hair tangled and wet with his cum.

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, tracing the lingering traces of his "Cumshot" with his tongue. “My sweet Elaine,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You are more magnificent than any fairy tale.”

Elaine smiled, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips. This raw, explicit, "uncensored" journey into pleasure had transformed her, cemented their bond in a way words never could. She was no longer just the delicate guardian of the Sacred Tree, but a woman who had embraced her deepest desires, explored every facet of her sensuality, and found utter fulfillment in the arms of her beloved. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, Elaine knew this was just the beginning of their shared, passionate story, a love that burned brighter than any sun, deeper than any forest, and more profoundly beautiful than any magic in all of The Seven Deadly Sins.