Haruhime Sanjouno | Danmachi Is It Wrong To Try To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon - Fanart

The late afternoon sun, a molten gold, streamed through the open window of the small, unassuming room in the Den. It cast long, lazy shadows across the tatami mats, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm air. Haruhime Sanjouno, her usually vibrant fox ears drooping slightly with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, sat by the low table. She clutched a delicate teacup, its porcelain cool against her fingertips, though a blush of heat bloomed across her cheeks. Bell, her beloved Bell Cranel, was due any moment. He had promised to visit after his Guild duties, a simple invitation that sent her heart fluttering like a captured bird. The days spent apart, while filled with the necessary preparations for their adventures, had only served to deepen the unspoken longing that simmered between them. She smoothed the front of her simple yet elegant kimono, the fabric whispering against her skin. Every rustle of her attire, every subtle shift of her weight, felt amplified in the quiet solitude, a prelude to the intimacy she craved.

The air itself seemed to thrum with a quiet expectancy. Haruhime traced the rim of her teacup, her gaze drifting towards the door. She imagined Bell’s familiar, kind smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was happy, the warmth of his hand when he held hers. She remembered the first time he had truly seen her, not as a broken soul or a tool, but as Haruhime, a person with dreams and desires of her own. That memory was a constant ember in her heart, fueling the tender affection that had blossomed into something so much more profound. Her tail, usually an expressive indicator of her emotions, gave a hesitant twitch beneath her robes. Was this feeling too bold? Too forward? She was just Haruhime, a Hestia Familia member, a supporter who had once been so lost. But Bell… Bell had given her purpose, courage, and a love she had never dared to believe was possible. And lately, her innocent affection had begun to stir with a more carnal yearning, a desire that mirrored the unspoken passion she saw in Bell’s own eyes whenever their gazes lingered a moment too long.

A soft knock echoed through the small dwelling, jolting Haruhime from her reverie. Her breath hitched. It was him. Her ears perked up instantly, twitching with an eagerness she couldn’t suppress. “Coming!” she called out, her voice a little higher than usual, a nervous tremor weaving through it. She set down the teacup with a gentle clink and rose, smoothing her kimono once more. As she approached the door, she could feel her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She took a deep, fortifying breath, trying to compose herself, to rein in the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. This was their time, a quiet evening, just the two of them. The possibility of what that might entail sent a delicious shiver down her spine, a warmth spreading through her belly. She wondered, with a blush, what he thought of her now. She was no longer the timid, trembling rabbit he had found, but a woman emboldened by his love, a woman who was beginning to understand her own desires.

Opening the door, Haruhime’s breath caught in her throat. Bell stood there, his familiar adventurer's attire slightly travel-worn, but his smile as radiant as ever. His eyes, so full of genuine kindness and affection, met hers, and a wave of pure, unadulterated joy washed over her. He held a small, beautifully wrapped package in his hands. “Haruhime,” he said, his voice warm and melodic, as he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. “I hope I’m not intruding.” He offered her a shy, yet hopeful, smile. Her ears swiveled forward, taking in his every detail. The faint scent of the city, of fresh air and the lingering aroma of the dungeon, clung to him, a familiar and comforting perfume. He seemed… different tonight. There was a subtle intensity in his gaze, a quiet confidence that made her heart flutter even more erratically. He seemed to be looking at her with a new awareness, a deeper appreciation that sent a thrilling warmth cascading through her body. She found herself captivated by the way his eyes, usually so full of innocent curiosity, now held a spark of something more, something that mirrored the burgeoning desires within her own soul.

“Oh, Bell, never,” Haruhime replied, her voice a soft murmur. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in further. The air between them seemed to grow thick with unspoken things, a palpable tension that had been building for weeks, for months, ever since their first true connection had been forged in the crucible of shared danger and unwavering loyalty. Bell entered, and the small room suddenly felt impossibly intimate, charged with their shared presence. He held out the gift. “This is for you,” he said, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I saw it and… I thought of you.” Haruhime’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. She took the package, her fingers brushing against his. The contact, however brief, sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Thank you, Bell,” she whispered, her gaze softening. She carefully unwrapped the present, revealing a delicate silver pendant, shaped like a blooming flower, its petals inlaid with tiny, shimmering moonstones. It was exquisite, and she knew he had chosen it with great care, a reflection of his own thoughtful nature.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, her voice filled with genuine emotion. “Bell, you shouldn’t have.” She looked up at him, her golden eyes sparkling with unshed tears of happiness. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the pendant as it lay nestled in her palm. The closeness, the intimacy of the gesture, sent a wave of heat through her. His touch lingered, a silent question, a soft invitation. Haruhime’s ears twitched, and her gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his eyes. The romantic atmosphere was now thick with a simmering sensuality, a silent acknowledgment of the desires that had been growing between them. She felt a profound sense of vulnerability, yet also a soaring courage. This was Bell, her Bell, the man who had saved her, who believed in her, who had shown her the true meaning of love. And tonight, she felt ready to show him the depth of her own heart, and her body’s burgeoning needs.

Bell’s gaze darkened, a flicker of raw, unashamed desire igniting within his usually gentle eyes. He saw not just the courageous adventurer, but the woman, the Kitsune maiden whose beauty and spirit had captivated him from the moment they met. He saw the delicate curve of her collarbone peeking from her kimono, the soft swell of her chest beneath the fabric, the way her fox ears twitched with every subtle shift in her emotions. His own heart began to beat a faster rhythm, a primal drum against his ribs. He had come to see her, to share a quiet evening, but the air in her small home, charged with her presence, had ignited something deeper, a need that transcended mere companionship. He found himself wanting to bridge the small distance between them, to feel the softness of her skin, to taste her lips. The romantic undertones of their evening had subtly, yet undeniably, shifted into something far more potent, far more carnal.

“Haruhime,” Bell’s voice was a low, husky whisper, barely audible. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently cupped her cheek. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm beneath his touch. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The vulnerability of the gesture was intoxicating. He leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers, the scent of her sweet, innocent perfume filling his senses. He saw the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the tantalizing hint of cleavage as her kimono shifted. His gaze, no longer shy, was filled with a burning hunger. He wanted to explore her, to know every inch of her, to drown in her affection and her burgeoning sensuality. The initial romantic warmth had ignited into a fiery passion, a shared longing that was now too powerful to ignore. He felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to cherish her, and to make her his in every way possible. The gentle affection they shared had blossomed into an undeniable, physical attraction that was now taking center stage.

Haruhime tilted her head into his touch, a silent invitation. Her ears twitched, and a faint purr-like sound rumbled in her chest. Bell’s eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze, and saw the same burning desire reflected there. This was it. The moment they had both, perhaps unconsciously, been waiting for. He lowered his head slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes again, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. His lips met hers, tentatively at first, a soft, questioning touch. Her response was immediate and overwhelming. She leaned into him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Haruhime’s tongue met his, a playful dance that sent a jolt of electricity through Bell. He could taste the sweetness of her, the intoxicating aroma of her presence, and he was lost. He pulled her closer still, their bodies pressing together, the warmth of their skin a growing inferno against the fabric of their clothes.

Bell’s hands, no longer hesitant, began to explore. He traced the delicate line of her jaw, then moved down to the curve of her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her soft skin. His fingers brushed against the edge of her kimono, and he felt a tremor run through her. He gently, slowly, began to loosen the ties, his movements deliberate, savoring every moment. Haruhime’s breath came in ragged gasps as the fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of her undergarments and the tantalizing swell of her breasts. Bell’s eyes widened, filled with awe and desire. Her skin was like porcelain, smooth and flawless, and her ample bosom, so full and round, seemed to spill from her robes, inviting his touch. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a tangible manifestation of her arousal. He groaned softly, his own arousal building to an almost unbearable intensity. The romantic tenderness of their initial connection had fully transformed into a primal, consuming lust, a shared hunger that was now undeniable and all-encompassing.

His lips followed the trail his hands had blazed, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her neck, then moving lower, to the soft curve of her décolletage. Haruhime arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Bell…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion and pleasure. She felt a deep, aching need spreading through her, a yearning for his touch, his kiss, his presence within her. The delicate lace of her chemise was a tantalizing barrier, one she desperately wanted him to breach. She felt a surge of courage, a desire to fully embrace this newfound passion. Her fox ears, now fully alert and twitching with excitement, brushed against his cheek as he continued his ministrations. He gently pushed aside the fabric, revealing the full glory of her breasts. They were perfectly formed, full and heavy, their rosy nipples hardening at the touch of the cool air. Bell’s breath hitched. He lowered his head, his lips finding one taut nipple. Haruhime cried out, a soft, guttural sound, as his mouth closed around her, his tongue teasing and sucking. A wave of pure ecstasy washed over her, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt her hips instinctively thrust forward, seeking more of his intoxicating touch.

Bell’s lips moved to the other breast, his tongue tracing fiery patterns, until his mouth was again capturing the sensitive peak. Haruhime’s back arched further, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. The world seemed to narrow to this single, exquisite sensation, the friction of his lips, the delicious tugging, the burgeoning pleasure that threatened to consume her. Her thoughts, usually so clear and focused, were dissolving into a hazy fog of pure sensation. She was experiencing a depth of arousal she had only dimly suspected before, a passionate fire ignited by Bell’s tender yet insistent exploration. He pulled back slightly, his eyes, dark with passion, met hers. He saw her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the blissful daze in her eyes, and a primal urge to possess her, to make her his, surged through him. The romantic undertones had long since vanished, replaced by a raw, unadulterated lust that bound them together in a powerful, carnal embrace.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Bell’s hands worked at the remaining fastenings of her kimono, his fingers fumbling slightly with his eagerness. The silk parted, falling away to reveal Haruhime in her full, breathtaking glory. She stood before him, her ample breasts, her delicate waist, and the soft curve of her hips exposed to his gaze. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, but her eyes, filled with a mixture of shyness and undeniable desire, met his. Bell’s breath caught. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, a vision of pure, untamed sensuality. He reached out, his hands caressing her skin, marveling at its softness, its warmth. He traced the curve of her waist, his thumbs brushing against her hips. Haruhime shivered under his touch, her body responding instinctively to his desire. She leaned into him, her hands finding his chest, her fingers exploring the solid muscles beneath his tunic. The air was thick with unspoken desires, the scent of their mingled arousal filling the small room. The tender affection they had shared had blossomed into a passionate, all-consuming lust, a shared need that was now at its peak.

“Haruhime,” Bell whispered, his voice husky with desire. He gently pushed her back towards the tatami mats, his eyes never leaving hers. She landed softly, her body recoiling slightly, but her gaze remained locked with his. He followed, his movements deliberate and charged with anticipation. He straddled her gently, his hands resting on either side of her head. Haruhime’s ears perked up, her tail giving a nervous, excited swish. She watched him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He leaned down, his lips hovering inches from hers. “I want you,” he breathed, the words raw and honest. Haruhime’s breath hitched. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “And I want you, Bell,” she whispered back, her voice filled with a newfound boldness. The romantic foundation of their relationship had transformed into a burning, physical need, a desire that was now the sole focus of their attention. He kissed her then, a deep, passionate kiss that stole her breath, that melted her resolve, and that ignited the final spark of their shared longing.

Bell’s kisses became more demanding, more intimate. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every soft swell. Haruhime responded with equal fervor, her body arching against him, her own hands exploring the contours of his muscular frame. He eased the remaining fabric away from her legs, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. Her blush deepened, but she made no move to stop him. Instead, she met his gaze, her eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and fierce desire. Bell’s own arousal was a throbbing testament to her allure. He couldn’t wait any longer. With a gentle touch, he slipped his fingers beneath the lace, finding her damp heat. Haruhime moaned, her hips instinctively rising to meet his touch. Her ears flattened against her head for a fleeting moment, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation. He continued his ministrations, his fingers expertly stroking her, coaxing her towards the edge. The romantic tenderness they had once shared had fully transformed into a raw, passionate lust, an overwhelming physical connection that was now consuming them both. The desire was palpable, a tangible force in the room, pushing them towards an inevitable, ecstatic union.

Haruhime’s breath came in ragged gasps, her entire body trembling. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a soft cry escaped her lips as she felt herself reaching the precipice. Bell, sensing her imminent climax, intensified his touch, his fingers moving with a practiced rhythm. He watched her face, the flush of pleasure that painted her cheeks, the way her lips parted in a silent plea. Just as she was about to break, he shifted his position, his own desire now a burning ache that demanded release. He knelt between her legs, his gaze still locked with hers, his expression a mixture of tenderness and raw hunger. He gently parted her thighs, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, the dark curls that framed her core. Haruhime felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her, her desire now focused on the promise of his full embrace. The lingering romantic undertones had fully given way to a consuming, carnal need, a shared hunger that was about to be satisfied.

With a soft groan, Bell entered her. Haruhime gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the exquisite fullness of his presence. She felt an intense pressure, a satisfying tightness that was both new and incredibly welcome. Her ears swiveled forward, and a low purr rumbled in her chest. Bell held himself still for a moment, savoring the profound intimacy of their union. Her softness, her warmth, her sweet scent enveloped him. He saw the pure bliss on her face, the utter surrender in her eyes, and his own heart swelled with a fierce, protective love that was now intertwined with his burning lust. He began to move, slowly at first, a deep, rhythmic thrust that sent waves of pleasure through them both. Haruhime moaned, her hips rising to meet his every movement, her fingers clenching and unclenching on his back. The initial tenderness had blossomed into a passionate, all-consuming sexual act, a symphony of shared pleasure.

Their lovemaking became more vigorous, more urgent. Bell’s thrusts grew deeper, faster, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance of raw passion. Haruhime met his rhythm with an escalating intensity, her breath coming in gasps, her cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet room. She felt herself spiraling deeper and deeper into the abyss of sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure. Her fox ears, now fully erect and twitching with excitement, brushed against Bell’s face as he buried his face in her neck, his own groans of pleasure filling the air. He felt her body arching and trembling against him, her pleasure amplifying his own. He whispered her name, his voice raw and broken, as he felt the familiar, exhilarating build-up of his own climax. Haruhime felt his body tense, felt the tremors that wracked him, and her own pleasure surged, her body convulsing around him. The culmination of their shared passion was an explosion of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, a release that left them both breathless and spent.

As the last vestiges of their climax subsided, they remained locked together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. Haruhime nestled against Bell’s chest, her ears drooping slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Bell held her tightly, his heart still pounding against hers. He gently kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering on her soft hair. “Haruhime,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that resonated deep within her soul. She looked up at him, her golden eyes soft and full of love. The passionate encounter had deepened their bond, forging an even stronger connection between them. The lingering scent of their lovemaking filled the air, a testament to the powerful intimacy they had shared. The initial romantic undertones had fully transformed into a profound, passionate love, now cemented by their physical union.

“Bell,” she whispered back, her voice still a little shaky, but filled with a profound happiness. She nuzzled closer, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers. The memory of his touch, his kisses, his deep thrusts, still sent shivers of pleasure through her. She felt utterly cherished, utterly loved, and utterly satisfied. Bell gently ran his fingers through her blonde hair, his touch sending a pleasant warmth through her scalp. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a soft, adoring gaze. “I love you, Haruhime,” he said, the words simple yet profound, carrying the weight of all their shared experiences, all their unspoken desires, and the undeniable passion they had just expressed. Haruhime’s heart swelled. She returned his gaze, her own love for him shining brighter than ever. “And I love you, Bell,” she replied, her voice clear and strong. She felt a deep sense of peace and fulfillment wash over her. The journey they had taken together, from tentative strangers to lovers, had been fraught with challenges, but it had led them to this moment, a moment of perfect, intimate understanding. The romantic tension had culminated in a passionate release, leaving them in a state of blissful contentment, their love for each other now more profound and unbreakable than ever before.

As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Bell and Haruhime remained intertwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. The room, once filled with the hushed anticipation of romance, now held the lingering scent of their lovemaking, a tangible reminder of the intimacy they had just explored. Haruhime’s ears twitched contentedly, and she let out a soft, happy sigh, pressing closer into Bell’s embrace. Bell’s hand gently stroked her back, a comforting rhythm that soothed her still-racing heart. He kissed her forehead, a soft, tender gesture that spoke volumes of his affection. The romantic undercurrents of their evening had undeniably transformed into a passionate, physical connection, a union that had deepened their already strong bond. The explicit encounter had not diminished their love, but rather amplified it, forging a new level of intimacy and understanding between them. Haruhime felt a profound sense of peace and belonging, a feeling that she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person who saw her, truly saw her, and loved her unconditionally.

“Thank you, Bell,” Haruhime whispered, her voice laced with emotion. “For everything.” Bell pulled her closer, his embrace a silent promise of protection and devotion. “Thank you, Haruhime,” he echoed, his voice husky. He knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within him, that he had found his happiness, his home, in her presence. The romantic tension that had simmered between them for so long had finally erupted, not in a destructive blaze, but in a warm, satisfying fire that had illuminated the true depth of their feelings for each other. He gently caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. He looked into her golden eyes, now softened with contentment and shared pleasure, and saw the reflection of his own love. The passion they had just shared, the explicit intimacy, had not been a mere physical act, but a profound expression of their hearts, a testament to the unwavering love that bound them together. As they lay there, enveloped in the quiet embrace of the dying day, they knew their journey together was far from over, but it would be a journey built on a foundation of love, trust, and an undeniable, passionate connection that had now been fully realized.