The night air, thick with the scent of late-blooming roses and a lingering hint of ozone from a distant, quickly quelled Gear skirmish, gently kissed Elphelt Valentine’s flushed cheeks. She stood by the arched window of the secluded moonlit manor, a rare haven of peace after weeks of relentless travel and desperate, if well-intentioned, chaos. Her iconic wedding dress, usually pristine and bustling with energy, felt heavy now, softened by the day’s fatigue and the quiet yearning that had begun to bloom within her heart. The soft glow of the moon spilled over her, illuminating the delicate lace and the gentle swell of her chest, making her look less like a battle-hardened hero from Guilty Gear and more like a fragile, exquisite dream. Her heart, a tumultuous mix of anxiety and affection, hammered a soft rhythm against her ribs.

You stood behind her, your presence a warm, anchoring weight in the vast, silent room. The quiet tension between you had been building for days, an unspoken current that flowed beneath every shared glance, every accidental touch. You reached out, your hand hovering for a moment, then gently rested on her shoulder. Elphelt shivered, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. Her usually bright, eager eyes, typically wide with a kind of hopeful innocence, were now downcast, shadowed by a vulnerability you rarely saw. The scent of her—sweet, like her namesake roses, but with an underlying hint of something uniquely Elphelt, something warm and alive—intoxicated you.

“It’s… quiet tonight, isn’t it?” she whispered, her voice barely a breath, as if afraid to break the fragile spell. Her fingers, usually so adept at handling firearms and bouquets, now nervously twisted a loose thread on her dress. You moved closer, your other hand finding her waist, gently pulling her back against your chest. Her body, soft and yielding, fit perfectly against yours. The warmth of her spread through you, igniting a slow, delicious burn. You could feel the gentle curve of her hips, the subtle firmness of her backside, and the delightful pressure of her ample bosom against your arm as she leaned back. The thought of those magnificent "Big Tits" and the soft valley between them made your own breath catch.

“Peaceful,” you murmured, your lips brushing the delicate skin behind her ear. A deeper shiver wracked her frame, and she let out a soft sigh, leaning her head back against your shoulder. Her hair, a cascade of soft, rose-tinted strands, tickled your jaw. “You deserve some peace, Elphelt. After everything.”

“I… I do, don’t I?” she mused, a small, tremulous smile playing on her lips. “But sometimes… sometimes peace feels… lonely.” She turned in your embrace, her gaze finally meeting yours, those beautiful eyes now shimmering with unshed emotion. The moonlight painted silver in their depths, making them look even more captivating. Her hands, delicate yet strong, tentatively reached up to cup your face. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of pure desire straight through you. You could feel the slight tremor in her fingers, mirroring the tremble in your own heart.

“Not tonight,” you promised, your voice husky with longing. You lowered your head, your lips finding hers in a slow, tender exploration. It was a kiss of promises, of long-held desires finally given permission to bloom. Her lips were soft, like rose petals, yielding easily under yours. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more hungry. She responded with an eager enthusiasm, a hidden fire igniting within her. Her fingers threaded into your hair, pulling you closer, pressing her body flush against yours. You could feel the warmth of her thighs against yours, the soft press of her belly, and the unmistakable, delightful fullness of her "Big Tits" against your chest, even through the layers of her dress and your clothing.

Your hands, no longer hesitant, began to roam. They traced the exquisite curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips, before finding the intricate lacework of her dress. With a shared understanding, a silent agreement passing between your heated breaths, you began to unfasten the delicate buttons, one by slow, agonizing one. Each click of a button, each whisper of fabric against fabric, felt like an eternity. Elphelt’s eyes remained locked with yours, wide and luminous, reflecting the burning desire that now consumed both of you. Her breath hitched in her throat as the bodice began to loosen, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. The top layers of her dress slipped down her shoulders, exposing the elegant curve of her collarbones, then the magnificent, breathtaking expanse of her cleavage. Her "Big Tits," already straining against her corset, now seemed to leap forth, a tantalizing invitation.

“You’re… beautiful, Elphelt,” you murmured, your voice thick with reverence. You sank to your knees before her, gently easing the dress further down, letting it pool around her feet like a discarded bridal fantasy. She stood before you in only her delicate underthings – a lace corset that struggled to contain her generous curves, and matching bloomers. Her legs, long and shapely, were framed by the soft moonlight. Her cheeks were crimson, her breathing shallow and quick. She truly was a vision, a perfect blend of innocent beauty and burgeoning sensuality.

Your hands reached out, gently cupping the soft, full globes of her breasts through the lace. Her breath hitched, and a soft, mewling sound escaped her lips. The delicate fabric did little to hide the exquisite reality of her "Big Tits." You leaned in, pressing your face into the soft valley between them, inhaling her intoxicating scent. The warmth, the softness, the sheer abundance of her flesh was overwhelming. You kissed the skin there, tasting the faint saltiness, the intoxicating sweetness of her arousal. Her body trembled under your touch, a sweet, quivering response that only intensified your own hunger.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice a raw plea. “Please… don’t stop.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts further into your face, silently inviting more. You took the hint, easing the lace straps of her corset down, finally freeing her magnificent "Big Tits" from their silken prison. They sprang forth, full and heavy, tipped with engorged, dusky pink nipples. You devoured the sight, your gaze lingering on every curve, every shadow. They were utterly perfect. You couldn’t resist. You leaned in, first licking, then gently sucking on one rosy peak. Elphelt cried out, a strangled sob of pure pleasure, her fingers digging into your hair, pulling you closer, deeper into the intoxicating embrace of her flesh.

Your mouth worked expertly, tugging and teasing, suckling and nipping, drawing forth gasps and moans that filled the quiet room. Her other breast, ignored for the moment, felt heavy and sensitive, aching for your attention. You alternated between them, lavishing each "Big Tit" with equal devotion, feeling them grow firmer, more engorged with every touch of your tongue, every pull of your lips. Her body was a symphony of shivers and sighs, her hips beginning a slow, unconscious grind. She was absolutely consumed by the pleasure, lost in the exquisite sensation of your mouth on her breasts. You could feel the warmth of her nipples, hardening exquisitely against your tongue. This was pure, unadulterated "Titjob" bliss, and Elphelt was utterly melting under your ministrations.

With a guttural groan, you finally pulled away from her breasts, only to lift her into your arms. She gasped in surprise, wrapping her legs instinctively around your waist, clinging to you as you carried her to the plush, ornate bed. The soft mattress swallowed you both as you gently laid her down. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her lips swollen from your kisses, her hair a wild, beautiful tangle around her face. You quickly shed your own clothes, eager to feel her skin against yours, unhindered. The moonlight still bathed the room, now casting long, dancing shadows on your intertwined bodies.

“You have no idea… how long I’ve dreamt of this, Elphelt Valentine,” you confessed, your voice thick with raw emotion. You moved over her, supporting yourself on your elbows, gazing down at her beautiful, aroused face. Her breath hitched again, her hands reaching up to trace the lines of your jaw, her touch feather-light and infinitely tender. Her legs, still wrapped around your waist, pulled you closer, pressing your aching erection against the soft juncture of her thighs. The soft lace of her bloomers was now a tantalizing barrier.

“Oh… I think I might have an idea,” she whispered back, a shy, utterly endearing smile gracing her lips. “I’ve dreamt of it too. So many times, in the quiet moments, between battles… I thought of you.” Her admission was a balm to your soul, a deepening of the already profound connection between you. Her hips began to move again, a slow, sensual sway that sent jolts of exquisite sensation through your erection. You felt the insistent pressure against her bloomers, a promise of the depths yet to be explored.

You kissed her again, deeply, passionately, as your hands found the delicate ribbons of her bloomers. With a gentle tug, they slid down her long, shapely legs, pooling at her ankles. You quickly kicked them away, revealing her most intimate secrets to the moonlit room. Her pussy, swollen and glistening, was a perfect, pink invitation. A faint sheen of moisture already coated her inner thighs, a testament to her profound arousal. Her eyes, however, were still slightly shy, a beautiful contrast to the raw desire blooming between her legs. You wanted to make her comfortable, to ease any lingering shyness.

Your gaze dropped to her feet, small and delicately formed, adorned with a faint shimmer of dust from her adventuring. An idea, playful yet incredibly intimate, sparked within you. You leaned down, taking one of her feet in your hand, gently kissing her arch. Elphelt giggled, a surprising, melodic sound that melted your heart. “What are you doing?” she asked, a delightful tremor in her voice.

“Just… admiring,” you murmured, your voice teasing. You lifted her foot, bringing her slender ankle to rest on your hip. Your erection, throbbing with anticipation, was now at the perfect height. You watched her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and fascination as you slowly, deliberately, brought the head of your cock to rest against the sole of her foot. Her skin was incredibly soft, almost silken. You began to glide your shaft along her arch, reveling in the friction, the unique sensation. Her toes curled, then splayed, delicately caressing your shaft. It was a sensual dance, a delicious prelude.

Elphelt’s breath hitched again, her gaze fixed on the intimate contact. Her foot, surprisingly deft, began to move, stroking and squeezing, working your length with a delicate pressure that sent waves of pure pleasure through you. Her toes wrapped around your shaft, her arch providing a surprisingly firm grip. She clearly hadn’t done this before, but her natural grace made it feel utterly effortless, almost intuitive. This was a true "Footjob," a testament to her innocent, eager desire to please and explore. You groaned, your hips beginning to buck instinctively, encouraging her. “Oh, Elphelt… that feels… incredible,” you gasped, your voice thick with raw pleasure.

Her smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Does it? Good,” she purred, her foot moving with renewed vigor, sliding up and down your shaft, her delicate toes encircling you at the base, then tracing lines up to the head. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing dance of soft skin and hard muscle. You were close, almost losing yourself, but you wanted more, much more. You needed to be inside her, utterly consumed by her warmth.

You pulled away from her foot, though not without a lingering kiss to her ankle, and positioned yourself between her legs. Her thighs parted easily, welcoming you. You looked into her eyes, seeing the full depth of her desire reflected there, no shyness remaining, only eager anticipation. You pressed the tip of your erection against her wet opening, feeling the heat, the slickness, the undeniable throb of her readiness. She gasped, arching her back, her hips lifting instinctively to meet you.

“Are you ready for me, Elphelt?” you whispered, your voice a low growl. Her answer was a fierce nod, her eyes burning with a passion that mirrored your own. You began to push, slowly, carefully, allowing her body time to adjust, to stretch, to envelop you. The initial resistance was quickly replaced by a warm, yielding embrace. Her inner muscles clamped down on you, a sweet, unbelievably tight squeeze that stole your breath. You buried yourself inside her, a deep, satisfying plunge that brought a moan of pure bliss from both of you.

You paused for a moment, letting the exquisite sensation wash over you both. Her arms wrapped tightly around your neck, pulling you down for a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongues danced, mirroring the intimate joining below. You began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly escalated into a powerful, rhythmic thrusting. Elphelt cried out with every stroke, her voice a beautiful symphony of pleasure. Her hips rose to meet yours, her legs wrapping even tighter around your waist, pulling you deeper, trying to absorb every inch of you. Her "Big Tits" bounced delightfully with every thrust, a mesmerizing sight as you pumped into her, feeling the incredible tightness, the hot, slick friction.

The bed creaked a rhythmic protest, lost beneath the sounds of your shared ecstasy – her sharp gasps, your guttural groans, the wet, slapping sound of skin against skin. You watched her face, utterly consumed by pleasure, her eyes closed in blissful surrender, her lips parted in a silent scream. You pressed deeper, harder, feeling the incredible internal contractions of her body, clenching around you, urging you on towards the precipice of release. “Oh, Elphelt! You feel so good! So incredibly good!” you gasped, your voice ragged with passion.

“More… deeper… please!” she begged, her voice hoarse, almost unrecognizable. Her nails dug into your back, a silent testament to the intensity of her climax. You felt the exquisite wave building within her, her entire body tensing, arching, trembling. With a final, powerful thrust, she screamed your name, her body seizing around yours in a series of intense, mind-shattering convulsions. Her orgasm was a beautiful, explosive force, pulling you along in its wake.

With a final, desperate groan, you emptied yourself deep inside her, filling her with your hot, thick "Creampie." The sensation was utterly transcendent, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left you breathless and spent. You collapsed onto her, your body heavy, your breath ragged, both of you utterly sated and intertwined. The warmth of your "Creampie" spread through her, a deep, satisfying fullness that she welcomed with a contented sigh. You felt the faint tremor of her aftershocks, the beautiful, lingering echoes of her powerful climax.

You lay there for a long moment, simply holding her, letting your breathing return to normal. But as the initial wave of release subsided, a new, thrilling sensation began to prickle at your mind. You looked down at Elphelt, still flushed and beautiful, her eyes now slowly fluttering open. A shy, sweet smile touched her lips. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice still a little breathless. She shifted beneath you, and you felt the subtle, lingering pressure of your spent erection still inside her, coated in her wetness and your "Creampie."

“It was,” you agreed, kissing her forehead. You pulled out slowly, carefully, her body still tight around you, letting out a soft sigh as you detached. You stayed connected though, still lying tangled together, bodies glistening in the moonlight. You gently stroked her hair, admiring the beautiful curve of her neck, the way her chest still rose and fell with gentle, satisfied breaths. You noticed her gaze, however, was no longer on you, but rather on her own body, on the glistening trail of your love still decorating her inner thighs. A curious blush spread across her cheeks.

“You know,” she began, her voice soft, almost a whisper, “I’ve… I’ve always been a little curious about… other ways.” Her eyes, shy once more, flickered up to meet yours, a hint of innocent adventure in their depths. Your heart hammered. She was hinting at something deeper, something more adventurous. You knew exactly what she meant, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through your spent body.

You leaned down, kissing her softly. “Are you sure, my sweet Elphelt?” you asked, your voice gentle, wanting to ensure her comfort and desire. She nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. “I trust you,” she said, her voice firm, despite the faint tremor in her lips. “Completely.”

That trust, that pure, unadulterated faith, was more intoxicating than any physical pleasure. You moved, shifting her gently onto her side, then helping her turn onto her stomach. Her backside, framed by the moonlight, was a vision of soft curves and delightful promise. Her cheeks were burning, but her body remained pliant, ready. You retrieved the small pot of luxurious, scented lubricant from the bedside table, taking your time, ensuring she felt cherished and safe. You squeezed a generous amount into your hand, warming it between your palms, then gently began to apply it to her delicate, sensitive opening, slowly, sensuously, until it was slick and ready.

Elphelt gasped softly as your fingers worked, her body tensing, then relaxing into the unfamiliar sensation. You spoke to her, soft words of reassurance, praising her courage, her beauty, her adventurous spirit. You knew this was a profound step for her, a deeper exploration of intimacy. You kissed her back, her shoulder, the soft curve of her neck, letting her know you were with her every step of the way. When you felt she was ready, you pressed the tip of your cock gently against her opening, waiting for her signal.

She let out a soft whimper, her fingers clutching the sheets. “Slowly,” she whispered, her voice tight with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. You nodded, though she couldn’t see it, and began to press, inch by agonizing inch. The initial tightness was intense, a fierce, almost overwhelming resistance, but you pushed on with infinite care, letting her body adapt, letting her muscles relax around you. Elphelt gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body arching slightly. She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear escaping the corner of one lid, but she didn’t pull away. She trusted you.

Then, with a final, deliberate push, you were fully inside her. The tightness was unlike anything you’d ever felt, a profound, all-encompassing embrace that left you breathless. Elphelt cried out, a mix of pain and profound, exhilarating pleasure. Her body was rigid for a moment, then, slowly, wondrously, she began to relax, her muscles yielding, accepting your presence. “Oh… oh my,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief. “It’s… so full.”

You stayed still for a long moment, allowing her to adjust, to feel the exquisite, deep penetration. You kissed her back, gently rubbing her lower spine, murmuring soothing words into her ear. When you felt her soften, felt her internal muscles begin to clench around you in a different, thrilling way, you began to move. Slowly at first, shallow thrusts, feeling the incredible internal contours, the almost impossibly tight embrace of her body. Elphelt moaned, a new, deeper sound of pleasure, her hips beginning to undulate slightly in response to your movements. This was "Anal" sex, and it was profoundly, intensely intimate.

You picked up the pace, the thrusts growing deeper, more powerful, yet still mindful of her reactions. Elphelt’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her body twisting and writhing under you as pleasure overwhelmed her. The friction was incredible, every stroke a potent wave of pure sensation. She was utterly consumed, lost in the depths of this new, thrilling intimacy. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her heels digging into the mattress, urging you on. “Faster… harder… please!” she begged, her voice raw with passion, a beautiful contrast to her usual sweetness.

You responded to her plea, burying yourself deep within her with every thrust, feeling her contract around you, tighter and tighter. This was raw, primal pleasure, pushing the boundaries of what you both knew. You felt the familiar build-up, the inevitable wave of release gathering strength within you. Elphelt’s breath hitched, her body arching higher, her moans reaching a fever pitch. She was close, so incredibly close. With a final, guttural roar, you plunged deep, deeper than ever before, releasing your hot, thick "Creampie" deep inside her, filling her completely. The profound tightness, the sheer depth of the penetration, amplified your climax a hundredfold. Elphelt cried out, her body seizing around you in a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm, her legs trembling violently. Her scream of pleasure echoed in the silent room, a testament to the intensity of your shared climax.

You collapsed onto her back, your body shaking, utterly spent, your breath ragged and loud in the quiet room. The warmth of your "Creampie" spread through her, a deep, satisfying heat that radiated outward. You stayed connected, your bodies fused, your hearts beating a frantic, joyous rhythm against each other. The lingering tightness around your spent erection was a constant reminder of the incredible intimacy you had just shared. Elphelt was panting beneath you, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. She turned her head slightly, her face flushed and glorious, eyes heavy with pleasure and wonder. “Oh… my… god,” she whispered, her voice raspy, laced with awe. “I… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

You pulled out slowly, carefully, a soft sigh escaping her lips as you detached. You turned her gently onto her back, pulling her close, wrapping your arms around her, holding her tightly against your chest. She snuggled into you, her head resting on your shoulder, her hand gently tracing patterns on your chest. Her body was soft and warm, sweetly scented with sweat and arousal, the faint musk of sex. The moonlight still bathed the room, now casting a gentle, comforting glow on your intertwined forms. This was a deeper intimacy, a bond forged in shared vulnerability and explosive passion.

“Are you okay, my love?” you murmured, kissing the top of her head. She hummed contentedly, snuggling closer. “More than okay,” she whispered, her voice soft with contentment. “I feel… cherished. And… utterly wonderful. Thank you.” Her words were a balm, a sweet confirmation of the profound connection you had found. You ran your fingers through her soft, rose-tinted hair, admiring the delicate curve of her neck, the way her magnificent "Big Tits" rose and fell with her gentle, satisfied breaths. Her body, still glistening slightly with the remnants of your shared passion, was a testament to the night’s beautiful surrender.

You lay there for a long time, simply holding her, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, the gentle thumping of her heart against your chest. The roses outside continued to bloom, their scent drifting in through the open window, a sweet, romantic perfume. Elphelt Valentine, the sweet, clumsy, and utterly passionate heroine from Guilty Gear, had opened herself to you completely, offering not just her body, but her heart and her deepest desires. And in return, you had offered her a night of tender passion, thrilling exploration, and a bond that transcended mere physical pleasure. As she drifted off to sleep in your arms, a soft, contented smile gracing her lips, you knew this was just the beginning of a beautiful, passionate journey together, a quiet solace found after the storm, a love blooming as vibrantly as her namesake roses.