Nia | Xenoblade 2 - Fanart

The salty spray of the Argentum Trade City’s aerial ocean kissed Nia’s fur-tipped ears, a familiar sensation that usually brought a sense of calm. Tonight, however, a different kind of tempest brewed within her. Rex, her Driver, her… everything, sat beside her on the observation deck, his gaze not on the distant, shimmering expanse, but fixed on her. The moonlight, filtered through the hazy atmosphere, painted his face in soft, silver tones, highlighting the gentle curve of his jaw and the earnestness in his eyes. A shiver, not entirely from the cool night air, traced its way down her spine. It had been weeks since they’d had a moment like this, a quiet respite from their relentless journey across Elysium. Weeks of shared battles, shared triumphs, and a growing, unspoken connection that hummed between them like the energy of a Blade’s arts.

Her tail gave an involuntary twitch, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil. She fiddled with the hem of her tunic, the rough fabric a stark contrast to the silken thoughts coiling in her mind. She remembered the way his hand had brushed hers earlier, a fleeting contact that had sent a jolt through her, and the lingering warmth that had followed. It was more than just the bond of Driver and Blade; it was something deeper, something that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. The whispers of Pyra and Mythra, always so quick to tease and nudge, were thankfully absent tonight, leaving Nia to navigate these uncharted waters of her own burgeoning desires. She yearned for him, for the simple, honest affection she saw in his eyes, but also for something more… something that whispered of intimacy, of shared breaths and skin against skin.

Rex finally broke the silence, his voice a soft murmur that sent another tremor through her. “Nia,” he began, his gaze unwavering, “are you alright? You’ve been quiet tonight.” His concern was genuine, and it melted some of the apprehension that had been building within her. She managed a small smile, her tail giving a more controlled flick this time. “Just thinking, Rex,” she replied, her voice a little breathier than she intended. “About… everything. About us.” The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. His eyes widened slightly, and she saw a flicker of something in their depths that mirrored her own longing. It was the unspoken acknowledgment of the invisible threads that bound them, threads that were tightening with every passing day, every shared smile, every moment of vulnerability.

He shifted closer, the small distance between them shrinking until she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Her cat ears, sensitive to the slightest shift in his presence, twitched again, this time in anticipation. She could smell the faint, clean scent of him, a comforting aroma that was becoming inextricably linked with her own sense of safety and… desire. His hand, calloused from wielding his Aegis Sword, reached out and gently cupped her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed at the touch, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her. His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, and she leaned into his touch, a soft purr rumbling in her chest, involuntary and undeniably pleased. This was it, she thought, this was the moment she had been dreaming of, the moment she had so desperately, and perhaps foolishly, hoped for.

“Nia,” he whispered again, his voice husky, and this time, there was no mistaking the raw emotion that laced his words. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his. The moonlight seemed to catch the nascent lust in his gaze, a mirror to the fire that was now burning brightly within her. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips, and the world outside, the distant hum of the city, the vast expanse of the ocean, all faded into insignificance. There was only him, and her, and the simmering, intoxicating anticipation that had finally reached its boiling point. Her lips parted instinctively, a silent invitation, and then, with a gentle sigh, he closed the remaining distance.

The kiss was tentative at first, a soft exploration, a question asked and answered in the silent language of touch. His lips were warm and firm against hers, and Nia found herself returning the kiss with an eagerness that surprised even herself. Her hands, as if guided by an unseen force, rose to cup his face, her fingers tangling in his soft hair. The initial shyness melted away, replaced by a desperate, primal need. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. She felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, asking for entrance, and with a soft moan, she granted him passage. The world tilted, and all she could focus on was the exquisite sensation of their tongues dancing together, a passionate prelude to the night that lay ahead. She could feel the slight stubble on his chin, the steady beat of his heart against her chest, and the growing hardness that pressed against her thigh, a silent testament to the effect she had on him.

He broke the kiss, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and a touch of wonder. “Nia…” he breathed, his voice raw. Her cat ears were fully alert now, perked and sensitive to every nuance of his voice, every tremor of his body. She could feel the blood pounding in her veins, a hot, insistent rhythm that mirrored the thumping in her own chest. She didn’t need to speak; her body communicated her own fervent desire. She reached for the buttons of his tunic, her fingers trembling slightly, fumbling with the simple fastenings. Rex’s hands, equally eager, began to unbutton hers, his touch sending sparks wherever it landed.

The cool night air rushed over their exposed skin as their clothes were shed piece by piece, each discarded garment a symbol of their shedding inhibitions. Her fur-tipped ears felt hypersensitive, catching the soft rustle of fabric, the quickened intake of his breath. When their chests finally met, it was as if two long-separated halves had finally found their home. Her skin tingled where his met hers, the contrast between his smooth skin and her slightly coarser fur a thrilling sensation. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, and she arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her tail began to lash back and forth, a clear indication of her building arousal.

“Rex,” she whispered, her voice barely a thread, “I… I want you.” The words, spoken aloud, felt both terrifying and liberating. He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers, and the raw hunger she saw there was both intimidating and incredibly arousing. He cupped her face again, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “I want you too, Nia,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. He guided her, his touch firm yet gentle, towards a secluded alcove on the observation deck, a place shielded from any prying eyes. The soft glow of the moonlight, now almost entirely obscured by clouds, cast a romantic, ethereal light upon them as they sank onto the plush cushions scattered on the floor.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every soft swell, his touch leaving her breathless. She felt his fingers brush against her nipples, already hard and aching, and a whimper escaped her. He leaned down, his mouth finding them, his tongue teasing and licking, sending waves of pure pleasure through her. Her back arched, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she surrendered to the exquisite torment. She could feel his arousal pressing more insistently against her, a palpable manifestation of his own escalating desire. Her ears flattened slightly against her head, a sign of her intense focus on the sensations he was invoking.

“You’re so beautiful, Nia,” he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled by her breast. She shivered at the praise, her own hands growing bolder, tracing the hard muscles of his back, the defined lines of his abdomen. She yearned for more, for the ultimate union, for the complete surrender she knew was possible between them. Her gaze fell to his pants, to the telltale bulge that strained against the fabric, and her breath hitched. She reached down, her fingers tentatively brushing against him through the cloth. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and he quickly guided her hand, helping her to unfasten his belt and pull down his trousers.

His cock, hard and throbbing, was revealed, a magnificent testament to his desire. Nia’s eyes widened, a blush spreading across her cheeks, but her curiosity and need overruled any shyness. She had seen Blades like him before, but never had one felt so… real, so intensely personal. Hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his shaft. He shuddered at her touch, his hips arching instinctively. “Nia,” he gasped, “please…” The plea was all the invitation she needed. She took him into her mouth, the warmth and firmness a shocking, exhilarating sensation. She felt his whole body tense, his fingers clenching in her hair as she began to move her mouth over him, her tongue exploring every inch, her lips teasing and suckling. The sounds he made, the low moans and gasps of pleasure, fueled her own arousal. Her cat ears twitched with every sound, absorbing the raw pleasure she was eliciting.

He guided her, showing her what he liked, his hands holding her head gently as he urged her on. She focused on him, on his pleasure, her own growing exponentially with every stroke, every gasp, every shudder that ran through his body. She felt the first tremors of his climax, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Nia… I’m… almost there!” he managed to choke out. She increased her pace, her tongue working him with renewed vigor, and then, with a guttural cry, he pulsed against her mouth, his cum flooding her senses, a hot, salty, and intensely satisfying torrent. She swallowed greedily, savoring the unique taste of him, the lingering warmth spreading through her. He slumped back against the cushions, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, a look of profound satisfaction on his face.

As his climax subsided, a new wave of yearning washed over Nia. She had given him pleasure, but now she craved her own. She looked at him, her gaze lingering on his satisfied expression, and then her eyes fell back to his still-throbbing cock. It was still hard, still begging for more. She moved on top of him, straddling his hips, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm. He opened his eyes, a look of surprise and renewed desire flickering within them. “Nia… what are you doing?” he whispered, his voice rough with arousal.

“I want you inside me, Rex,” she stated, her voice firm, her gaze unwavering. His breath hitched, and he reached up, his hands resting on her hips. He watched, mesmerized, as she lowered herself onto him, her body wet and ready. The initial friction was intense, a glorious friction that sent shivers of pure ecstasy through her. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back, her ears twitching with pleasure. He groaned as she began to move, her hips grinding against his, her body fitting perfectly around him. The rhythmic `thump-thump` of their bodies meeting was a primal beat, a testament to their connection.

Their movements became more frantic, more desperate. The passion that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted, consuming them both. Rex’s hands gripped her hips, his thumbs stroking her skin as he met her every thrust. “Oh, Nia… you feel so good,” he breathed, his voice strained with pleasure. She whimpered, her own climax drawing nearer, a fierce, burning sensation that was both exhilarating and almost unbearable. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, to feel him spill his seed within her, a tangible reminder of this night, of their connection. Her ears were flattened against her head now, a sign of her intense concentration on the rising tide of pleasure.

“Rex… harder!” she gasped, her body trembling with the approaching release. He responded with a powerful thrust, pushing himself deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders as her own climax finally broke over her, a glorious, earth-shattering wave. She felt him shudder within her, his own pleasure mirroring hers, and then, with a guttural roar, he pulsed, filling her with his cum, a deep, satisfying `creampie` that left her gasping for air, tears of pure joy and release streaming down her face. He buried his face in her neck, his body still trembling, his `cum` a testament to their shared passion. He whispered her name over and over, his voice choked with emotion, as they clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one.

They lay intertwined for a long time, the silence filled only by the soft sounds of their breathing and the distant hum of the city. Nia, nestled in Rex’s arms, felt a profound sense of peace and contentment wash over her. Her `cat ears` drooped slightly, no longer on high alert, but relaxed and content. She had given herself to him, and he to her, in a way that transcended words, a way that cemented their bond even further. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, she looked up at Rex, his expression one of tender affection. He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and kissed her forehead. This was more than just a night of passion; it was a promise, a deeper understanding, a love that had bloomed in the heart of their epic journey. She purred softly, leaning into his embrace, knowing that their adventure, and their love, was far from over.