The soft, ethereal glow of a twin moon bathed the ancient elven glade in hues of silver and lavender, a scene stolen from the most beautiful dream. Reiren Reiru Reicherieru, her cerulean locks shimmering like spun moonlight, sat by the moss-covered stones of a forgotten fountain, her delicate elven ears twitching almost imperceptibly at the gentle rustle of leaves. Tonight, the air itself seemed to hum with a strange, intoxicating magic, mirroring the tumultuous emotions that swirled within her. Beside her, his presence was a comforting anchor in a world that constantly shifted beneath their feet. He, the one who saw her, truly saw her, even when the very fabric of reality seemed to conspire to erase all they knew. He was the one who understood the quiet despair of "Why Does Nobody Remember Me In This World," the silent agony of a history rewritten, a bond severed for everyone but them.

Reiren’s heart, usually a bastion of elven composure, quickened its rhythm. She glanced at him, her sapphire eyes, deep as the night sky, meeting his gaze. In his eyes, she saw not just admiration, but a profound understanding, a shared burden, and an unwavering tenderness that made her soul ache with a yearning she hadn't known she possessed until he appeared. His hand, warm and strong, reached for hers, intertwining their fingers. The simple touch sent a jolt, an electric current of connection, through her entire being. It was a silent promise, a confirmation that in this fleeting, forgotten reality, they were each other's undeniable truth.

"The stars are especially bright tonight, aren't they?" she murmured, her voice a soft melody, a stark contrast to the thrumming desire beneath her elegant composure. Her blue hair, thick and lustrous, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of exquisite elven beauty, now touched with a blush that hinted at the deeper emotions stirring within her. He squeezed her hand gently, his thumb tracing the delicate lines of her knuckles.

"They pale in comparison to you, Reiren Reiru Reicherieru," he replied, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within her chest. The full utterance of her name, so often forgotten by others, felt like a sacred incantation, a reaffirmation of her existence, of their shared history, in a world where "Naze Boku No Sekai Wo Daremo Oboeteinai No Ka" was a cruel, persistent whisper. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her elven features softening, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips. The scent of him – forest, warmth, and something uniquely his – enveloped her, making her feel safe, cherished, and utterly vulnerable all at once.

The conversation faded into comfortable silence, the unspoken language of their hearts taking over. His fingers, initially just holding hers, began a gentle exploration, tracing the delicate curve of her forearm, then her shoulder, lingering where her silken robes met her bare skin. A shiver, not of cold but of anticipation, ran through her. She tilted her head back, her blue hair fanning out around her as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and luminous. The moonlight seemed to gather in their depths, reflecting the burgeoning desire that mirrored his own.

His other hand found its way to her cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin beneath her eye. His touch was feather-light, yet it held an intensity that promised more. He leaned in, slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away, but Reiren found herself leaning into him, drawn by an irresistible force. Their lips met, tentative at first, a soft brushing, a question asked and answered in a single, breathy sigh. Then, with a newfound urgency, the kiss deepened. Her lips parted slightly, inviting his deeper exploration, and he accepted, his tongue dancing with hers in a sensual ballet that sent shivers of pure pleasure through her entire body. She tasted of starlight and forest berries, a unique sweetness that left him craving more.

His hand, which had been on her cheek, slid down the elegant curve of her neck, disappearing beneath the high collar of her robe, finding the sensitive skin just above her collarbone. Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her throat as his fingers delicately traced the delicate lines of her throat. Reiren arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it was a fervent expression of their shared longing. The reality of "Nazeboku," the ever-present threat of forgotten memories, faded into the background, replaced by the overwhelming, undeniable truth of their physical connection.

Slowly, deliberately, he broke the kiss, but only to pepper soft kisses down her jawline, along her slender neck, until he reached the delicate, pointed tip of her elven ear. He lingered there, teasing it gently with his lips and tongue, eliciting another soft gasp from Reiren. Her entire being felt alive, electrified by his touch. She could feel the blood thrumming through her veins, a warm tide rising within her. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of her robe, a silent invitation he eagerly accepted. With practiced ease, he undid the intricate fastenings, allowing the silken fabric to fall open, revealing the pristine, alabaster skin beneath.

Her breasts, full and exquisitely shaped, were revealed to the soft moonlight. Her nipples, already puckered with desire, seemed to plead for his touch. His gaze devoured her, a reverence in his eyes that made Reiren feel both exposed and utterly cherished. He lowered his head, his lips first brushing, then gently suckling, one taut peak. A moan, long and drawn out, escaped her. She arched her back, pressing herself into his mouth, lost in the exquisite sensation. His tongue teased and swirled, alternating between firm suction and delicate licks, driving her wild with desire. Her blue hair fanned out around her head as she lay back, utterly surrendering to his ministrations.

His hands, no longer content with just her upper body, began to explore further, tracing the elegant curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips. He pushed her robes further aside, revealing her long, graceful legs, and the delicate lace of her undergarments. Reiren shivered, a delicious tremor running through her. The air was cool against her heated skin, a stark contrast to the burning inferno that raged within her core. She wanted him, completely and utterly. She needed him to fill the void that had lingered for so long, to make her feel real, remembered, and deeply, irrevocably loved.

With a gentle urging, he guided her to lie down fully on the soft moss. The ancient glade, with its towering trees and whispering winds, became their private sanctuary. He knelt beside her, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent question passing between them. Reiren answered with a slight tilt of her head, a languid arch of her back, an unspoken plea for him to continue, to take her deeper. He understood. His fingers, warm and skilled, slowly divested her of her remaining garments, revealing her fully to his adoring gaze. Her elven form was perfection, slender yet curvaceous, her skin glowing like moonlight on snow, her blue hair a vibrant contrast against her pale body.

He shed his own clothes with a quick efficiency, revealing a powerful, masculine form that made Reiren's breath catch in her throat. His desire for her was clear, a thick, rigid testament to his longing. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched him, stroking the velvety hardness, eliciting a low groan from him. The raw, primal intimacy of the moment was intoxicating. This wasn't just physical; it was an act of profound connection, an affirmation of their shared existence in a world that sought to erase them. It was their answer to the haunting question of "Why Does Nobody Remember Me In This World."

He returned her touch, his fingers finding the moist, aching folds of her core. Reiren gasped, her hips instinctively rising to meet his touch. He stroked her, slowly at first, then with increasing pressure and speed, teasing her clitoris, sliding a finger within her slick depths. Her cries became more urgent, more insistent. She was a tempest brewing, on the verge of breaking. Her elven grace gave way to raw, untamed passion, her legs parting wider, inviting him closer.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. She bucked against his hand, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her first climax shaking her from head to toe. Tears of ecstasy welled in her eyes, mingling with the sweat on her brow. But even as the aftershocks rippled through her, she felt an even deeper yearning, a desire for a fullness, a penetration that would truly ground her in this moment, in his embrace.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her release on her lips. "Are you ready for me, my beautiful Reiren Reiru Reicherieru?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. She nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. "I want you. All of you." She pulled him closer, her hips lifting, guiding him. He positioned himself between her legs, pressing the head of his erection against her entrance. The sensation of him, hot and thick, pressing against her sensitive flesh, made her whimper. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, to prepare.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he began to enter her. Reiren gasped, a sharp intake of breath as her tight, hot passage stretched to accommodate him. She felt him fill her, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried within her. A profound sigh escaped her lips, a mixture of pain and unimaginable pleasure. This was it. This was the connection she craved, the undeniable proof of their shared reality. His body pressed against hers, their skin slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The rhythm began, slow and deep, then building in intensity. He moved within her, a primal dance of bodies, each thrust drawing a moan, a gasp, a cry from her.

"Oh… yes… harder," Reiren begged, her voice raw with passion, her fingers digging into his back. The sensations were overwhelming, her inner walls gripping him tightly with every movement. He obliged, his pace quickening, his hips slamming against hers with increasing force. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every glorious inch of him. Her blue hair was a wild halo around her head, her elven features flushed crimson with ecstasy. The world outside their glade, the forgotten memories, the trials of "Nazeboku," all ceased to exist. There was only this, this powerful, undeniable union.

He leaned down, his lips trailing fire down her neck, suckling at the sensitive skin of her shoulder. "You feel incredible, Reiren," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "So tight, so wet…" His words inflamed her further. She could feel herself building again, a sweet, agonizing pressure gathering deep within her. The friction was exquisite, each thrust rubbing against her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She was a vessel for his desire, completely open, completely vulnerable, completely his.

Just as she felt the precipice approaching, he shifted, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in, this time angling himself subtly. Reiren's eyes flew open, a surprised cry escaping her lips as a new, profound sensation erupted deep inside her. He had found it, her g-spot, and was now relentlessly pounding it. "Ah! Oh, my gods… yes! There!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with the intensity of it. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly, trying to meet his every thrust. It was too much, yet not enough. The pleasure was unbearable, pushing her to the very edge of consciousness.

He continued to drive into her, a primal rhythm, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes locked on hers, seeing the wild, untamed passion reflected there. He felt her inner muscles clench around him, a powerful, milking sensation that threatened to bring him to his own peak. He pulled her closer, grinding their hips together, pushing deeper, harder. "Look at me, Reiren," he commanded softly, his gaze searing into her. "You are mine. You will always be mine, no matter what this world forgets." His words, a desperate plea and a passionate promise, were the final push. Reiren shattered, a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure tearing from her throat as her entire body convulsed around him, her inner walls squeezing him with an almost unbearable intensity.

The aftershocks of her orgasm were still rippling through her when he, with a low, guttural roar, surrendered to his own release. He pulled out slightly, just enough to shift, then plunged back in, his body trembling, as he poured his hot, thick seed deep inside her. Reiren cried out again, not in pain, but in ecstatic shock as she felt the warm, pulsing flood fill her. It was a profound, intimate invasion, a beautiful, undeniable testament to their union. The creampie felt like a seal, a promise etched in their very flesh, that they would always find their way back to each other, no matter how many times their world forgot them.

He collapsed onto her, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged and uneven. He was still buried deep within her, his weight a comforting pressure. Reiren wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, her fingers tracing the tense muscles of his back. Her body was spent, yet vibrantly alive, humming with the lingering echoes of their shared climax. The warmth of his seed still pulsed deep within her, a potent reminder of their incredible intimacy. Her blue hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead, and her elven ears were still flushed red.

After a long moment, he stirred, raising his head to look at her. His eyes were tender, filled with adoration. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. "My Reiren Reiru Reicherieru," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You are everything."

She smiled, a small, radiant smile that banished the shadows of the forgotten world. "And you, my love, are my reality," she replied, her voice soft, content. She pulled him closer, tucking her head beneath his chin, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The moonlight, now fading as dawn approached, cast them in a soft, silver glow, illuminating their intertwined forms. In the quiet solitude of the glade, surrounded by the whispers of ancient trees, they had found their haven, a place where memories could not be erased, where their love was a defiant, burning truth. As she drifted towards sleep in his arms, the lingering warmth within her was a comforting reminder that even if the world forgot, they would always remember, always find each other, their bond sealed not just by love, but by the profound, primal act of their shared intimacy, a testament to their enduring connection in the world of "Why Does Nobody Remember Me In This World."