Ivy | The Weakest Tamer Began A Journey To Pick Up Trash - Fanart

The gentle glow of twin moons cast an ethereal luminescence over the clearing, painting the dew-kissed grass in shades of silver and violet. Ivy, her usually bright eyes softened by the twilight and a burgeoning warmth, traced the outline of a fallen, unusually large mushroom with a delicate finger. It wasn't the mushroom's strange shimmer that held her attention, but the presence beside her, a silent, comforting weight. Soran, his usual stoic demeanor melted into a languid relaxation, sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, the faint scent of his elemental magic, a clean, earthy aroma, mingling with the night air and Ivy's own subtle, floral fragrance. They had stumbled upon this secluded glade after a particularly grueling day of foraging and evading less-than-friendly creatures, a small sanctuary of peace in their relentless journey.

Ivy shifted, her heart a hummingbird’s flutter against her ribs. The fatigue of the day was beginning to recede, replaced by a different kind of awareness, one that prickled her skin and set a slow burn in her belly. She’d always admired Soran’s quiet strength, his unwavering protection, the way his gaze, though often distant, always seemed to find her, to anchor her. Tonight, though, as he leaned back against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, his profile stark against the moonlit sky, there was a different kind of energy radiating from him. It was a stillness that felt charged, a latent power held in check, and it was directed, undeniably, at her.

She stole a glance at him, her fingers still idly playing with the velvety texture of the mushroom cap. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and even, yet she felt a profound connection, a silent conversation unfolding between their souls. The journey of a weak tamer, dismissed and underestimated by so many, had been a lonely one, filled with doubt and hardship. But Soran, her first and only companion, her familiar, had been her steadfast anchor. He saw her not as the weakest tamer, but as Ivy, and that made all the difference. And lately, that seeing had been accompanied by a new intensity, a subtle shift in the way he looked at her, a lingering touch, a protectiveness that felt… more.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, a breath of vulnerability she rarely allowed herself. She thought of their shared meals, the quiet evenings by the campfire, the way his presence could chase away even the deepest shadows of her fear. His quiet nature, once perceived as aloofness, now felt like a deep well of unspoken affection, waiting to be plumbed. She imagined his hands, strong and calloused from his elemental control, gently caressing her, and a blush, as vibrant as the moonlilies blooming nearby, spread across her cheeks.

The silence stretched, not an awkward one, but one pregnant with anticipation. Ivy felt a sudden boldness, a surge of courage fueled by the serene beauty of the night and the unspoken desires that had been simmering between them. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and lightly touched his arm. Soran’s eyes immediately fluttered open, those intelligent, molten gold orbs locking onto hers. There was no surprise, only a deepening intensity that mirrored the growing heat within her.

“Soran?” Her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible above the chirping of crickets. His gaze softened, a slow, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. He didn’t pull away when she moved closer, her body instinctively seeking his warmth. The proximity sent a tremor through her, a delicious shiver that started at her fingertips and radiated downwards, pooling in her core.

His hand, large and warm, came up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. “Ivy,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. The sound was a balm to her soul, a promise of comfort and something more. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment, savoring the sensation. The air between them crackled with unspoken needs, a yearning that had been building for far too long.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers. It was a tentative touch at first, a question posed in the softest caress. Ivy responded, a soft moan escaping her throat as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. It was like the first thaw of spring, a slow blooming of passion, each touch igniting a new warmth. His arms, strong and firm, wrapped around her, drawing her flush against his body. She could feel the steady thrum of his heart against hers, a powerful rhythm that echoed the pounding of her own. Her hands, emboldened by the kiss, found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands as the kiss grew more urgent, more demanding.

The moonlight seemed to intensify, bathing them in its silvery glow as their lips parted, gasping for air. Soran’s golden eyes, now alight with a fierce, possessive fire, searched hers. “You,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, “you are everything.”

Ivy’s breath hitched. “And you, Soran,” she managed, her voice shaky, “you are my world.”

He didn't need any further invitation. With a gentleness that belied his power, he scooped her into his arms, his movements fluid and sure. He carried her deeper into the clearing, to a patch of soft moss nestled beneath the sheltering branches of an ancient oak. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, and the soft glow of the moons seemed to create a private, enchanted space just for them.

He laid her down on the moss, his gaze never leaving hers. His hands moved to the fastenings of her simple tunic, his fingers surprisingly nimble. As the fabric parted, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, a low growl rumbled in his chest. He knelt beside her, his eyes devouring every inch of her. Ivy felt a delicious shyness, but it was quickly overshadowed by a fierce, burgeoning desire. She met his gaze, her own eyes wide and shimmering with anticipation. She wanted this, all of this, with him.

His lips, hot and hungry, traced a path down her throat, lingering on the pulse point at the base of her neck. Ivy arched against him, a soft cry escaping her lips as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing bolder, more intimate. He tasted the delicate curve of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts, and with each touch, each kiss, Ivy felt herself surrendering to the rising tide of ecstasy. Her fingers found their way to his tunic, eager to shed the last vestiges of his own attire. The cool night air against their exposed skin was an exquisite sensation, and soon, they were both naked, bathed in the ethereal moonlight.

Soran’s body was a magnificent testament to his elemental strength, lean muscle and finely sculpted form. He lowered himself between her legs, his golden eyes still locked onto hers, a silent question. Ivy, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs, nodded, a silent affirmation of her readiness, her longing. He moved slowly, deliberately, his erection slick and hard against her wetness. The initial touch was a exquisite friction, a sweet ache that promised even greater pleasure. He began to push, his body responding to hers, and Ivy whimpered, her hips rising instinctively to meet his thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious tearing and filling that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her entire being.

“Soran,” she breathed, her voice strained with pleasure, “Oh, Soran…”

He gritted his teeth, his movements becoming more insistent, more powerful. Each thrust was a revelation, a deepening of their connection. He kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. The sounds of their passion filled the clearing – soft moans, whispered endearments, the rhythmic thud of their bodies colliding. Ivy felt herself being swept away on a crest of pure sensation, her world narrowing to the exquisite feeling of Soran filling her, of their bodies moving as one.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful. Ivy cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt the building pressure within her, a delicious, unbearable tension that demanded release. Soran’s growls of pleasure mingled with her own gasps as he pushed her towards the precipice, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that mirrored her own.

“Hold on, my love,” he rasped, his voice rough with passion. “Just a little longer.”

And then, it happened. The dam broke. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over Ivy, her body convulsing around Soran, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the night. She felt him tense within her, his own release joining hers in a shattering, all-consuming climax. He plunged into her one last time, his body shuddering with the intensity of his own pleasure. A deep groan escaped his lips as he poured himself into her, his seed a warm, creamy torrent that filled her to the brim.

They lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat and spent passion, the aftershocks of their climax still rippling through them. The twin moons shone down, silent witnesses to their lovemaking. Ivy, her breath coming in ragged gasps, snuggled closer to Soran, her head resting on his chest. His arm was wrapped protectively around her, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath her ear. A profound sense of peace, of belonging, washed over her. She had found more than just trash to pick up; she had found a love that filled her soul, a passion that ignited her very being.

Soran gently stroked her hair, his touch tender and reassuring. “Ivy,” he murmured, his voice still husky with lingering desire. “You are so beautiful.”

Tears welled in her eyes, tears of pure happiness. “I love you, Soran,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She felt his lips press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “And I love you, my little tamer,” he replied, his voice resonating with a depth of feeling she had only dreamed of. As they lay there, bathed in the moonlight, in the quiet embrace of the clearing, Ivy knew, with absolute certainty, that her journey, their journey, had truly just begun, a journey filled with love, passion, and the promise of many more nights under the twin moons.