Rit | Banished From The Hero's Party I Decided To Live A Quiet Life In The Countryside - Fanart

The late afternoon sun, a soft, buttery gold, slanted through the open window of Rit's cozy cottage, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air hummed with the gentle buzz of bees outside and the quiet, contented rhythm of rural life. Rit, her blonde hair unbound and spilling over her shoulders like molten sunlight, hummed a soft melody as she stirred a pot of stew simmering over the hearth. The scent of herbs and slow-cooked meat filled the small space, a comforting aroma that always made her heart swell. She glanced towards the doorway, a familiar anticipation fluttering in her chest. It had been another long day of tending the fields, of mending fences, of living this simple, peaceful life she had craved. But the true joy of her days always arrived with the setting sun, and with him.

Red, her dear, kind Red, who had been cast out from his heroic party, but had found refuge here, with her, in this quiet corner of the world. He was her anchor, her lover, her everything. The memory of their first, tentative kisses, born from shared vulnerability and burgeoning affection, still sent a delicious tremor through her. Now, their relationship was a tapestry woven with threads of deep love, trust, and a passion that had blossomed so naturally, so beautifully. She still remembered the stunned surprise on his face when she had first confessed her feelings, the way he had looked at her, his usually stoic expression softening with a tenderness that had made her knees weak. And the way he had returned her kiss, hesitant at first, then with a surge of pent-up emotion that had left them both breathless and irrevocably bound.

A shadow fell across the doorway, and Rit’s humming ceased. She turned, a wide smile gracing her lips. There he stood, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his gaze finding hers instantly. Red. Even after all this time, the sight of him still made her heart skip a beat. His simple clothes, often dusted with the remnants of his day's work, couldn’t hide the inherent strength and nobility that radiated from him. His blue eyes, so often filled with a quiet wisdom and a hint of melancholy from his past, now sparkled with warmth as they met hers. He offered a small, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of their shared anticipation. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a familiar heat that always rose whenever he looked at her like that, with that particular hunger in his eyes. It was a look that promised so much, a promise she eagerly awaited.

He entered the cottage, his boots thudding softly on the floor. The scent of the outdoors, of fresh air and honest labor, clung to him, a rugged perfume that was intoxicating. He walked towards her, his movements purposeful, his gaze never leaving her face. Rit’s breath hitched as he reached her, his hands gently cupping her cheeks. His thumbs traced the curve of her cheekbones, a silent caress that sent shivers down her spine. “Rit,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “You smell wonderful, as always.”

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “And you, my Red,” she whispered, her voice husky. “You smell like home.” He chuckled softly, a deep, resonant sound that filled the cottage with a comforting warmth. Then, his gaze dropped to her lips, and the air between them grew thick with unspoken desires. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and Rit’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The stew was forgotten, the world outside faded away. There was only him, and the growing heat between them.

His kiss was a slow, deliberate exploration, a deepening of their shared intimacy. It started tenderly, a gentle brush of lips, a testing of boundaries, but it quickly escalated. Red’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, and Rit melted into him. Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, tongues entwining, exploring, a dance of passion and longing. She felt the firm muscles of his chest pressing against her, the steady beat of his heart against her own. A moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure, and Red’s response was immediate. His grip tightened, his kiss becoming more demanding, more passionate.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. His eyes, when they opened, were pools of molten gold, reflecting the fire that raged within them. “Rit,” he breathed, his voice ragged. “I can’t… I can’t wait any longer.” Rit’s own desire surged, a powerful, overwhelming tide. She felt a raw, primal need awakening within her, a need that only he could satisfy. Her hands, which had been caressing his face, now trailed lower, down his chest, her fingertips tracing the line of his tunic. The rough fabric did little to hide the hard muscle beneath. “I want you, Red,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet laden with all the unspoken desires of her heart. “I want you tonight.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated arousal. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Rit gasped, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. He carried her towards their bedroom, the soft light of the setting sun still filtering in, casting long shadows that danced with their movements. The air in the room was heavy with anticipation, with the scent of their intertwined desires. He laid her gently on the bed, their bodies still pressed close together, their kisses rekindling with renewed ferocity.

His hands moved with a confident urgency, unlacing her simple dress. The fabric fell away, revealing the curves of her body to his hungry gaze. Rit’s breath hitched as his eyes roamed over her, a silent appreciation that made her skin tingle. Her breasts, full and heavy, seemed to ache for his touch. She watched, her heart pounding, as he slowly unbuttoned his tunic, revealing the sculpted expanse of his chest. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach out, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his pectorals, then drifting lower, to the taut skin of his abdomen. The contrast between her soft skin and his firm muscles was a delicious sensation.

Red’s gaze was locked on her breasts, his desire palpable. He knelt before her, his eyes still drinking in the sight of her. Slowly, reverently, he leaned forward, his lips finding the soft swell of her breast. Rit cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as his mouth closed over her nipple. His tongue swirled and teased, drawing a moan from her throat. She arched her back, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her, her body thrumming with a building intensity. His ministrations were exquisite, each touch, each lick, each suck sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt her nipples harden, her body tensing in anticipation of the release that was coming.

He moved to her other breast, repeating the intoxicating ritual, and Rit could feel her control slipping away. Her mind was filled with him, with the sensations he was bringing her. His hands, meanwhile, were not idle. They traced the curve of her hips, then slid lower, towards the juncture of her thighs. Rit gasped as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there, sending an electric jolt through her. She felt herself moistening, her body responding instinctively to his touch. He explored her with a gentle, knowing touch, awakening every nerve ending, building the fire within her until she felt she would surely combust.

“You’re so beautiful, Rit,” Red murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes still fixed on her face. “So incredibly beautiful.” He continued his exploration, his fingers delicately parting her soft folds, finding her clit. Rit cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as his touch ignited a wildfire within her. He was so skilled, so attuned to her body, knowing exactly where to press, how to tease, how to bring her to the brink. She felt herself trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that made her arch and writhe beneath him.

As Rit neared her peak, her hands fumbled at Red’s belt. She needed him inside her, all of him. Her fingers, clumsy with desire, worked at the buckle, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He watched her, a pleased smile playing on his lips, and then, with a practiced movement, he shed the rest of his clothes. Rit’s eyes widened, her gaze taking in the full extent of his magnificent body. He was lean and powerfully built, his skin tanned from his time outdoors, his muscles taut and well-defined. And then her gaze fell to his cock, hard and throbbing, begging for release. It was a sight that made her ache with longing.

He positioned himself above her, his erection pressing against her swollen folds. Rit whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation. “Now, Red,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “Please, now.” He entered her slowly, deliberately, filling her completely. Rit cried out, a mixture of pleasure and exquisite pressure. Her body embraced him, tightening around him, her legs locking around his waist. It was a perfect fit, a joining that felt destined, inevitable. They held each other for a moment, savoring the sensation of being so completely intertwined, two souls and two bodies made one.

Their movements began slowly, a gentle rocking that built into a powerful rhythm. Red’s lips found hers again, a searing kiss that mirrored the intensity of their bodies. His thrusts became deeper, more urgent, pushing Rit closer and closer to the edge. She rode him, her hips meeting his with a primal urgency, their moans and gasps filling the room. The friction was exquisite, each stroke sending tremors of pleasure through her. She felt herself spiraling, losing herself in the ecstasy of their shared passion. Her hands clenched his back, her nails digging into his skin, a silent testament to the intensity of her arousal.

Red’s groans deepened, his body tensing as he pushed deeper. “Rit… oh, Rit…” he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. He was close, she could feel it, and she was right there with him. Their movements became frantic, desperate, as they both surged towards the precipice. Rit’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, a searing, all-consuming sensation that stole her breath. Her body convulsed around him, her cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet room. Red followed soon after, his body arching, his thrusts becoming more powerful until he finally cried out her name, his own release shuddering through him as he spilled his seed deep within her.

For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The silence that followed was not empty, but filled with the lingering echoes of their passion, with the deep contentment that had settled over them. Rit nestled her head against Red’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, her body humming with residual pleasure. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle, loving. “Are you alright?” he murmured, his voice still rough.

Rit hummed in affirmation, a soft sigh of contentment. “More than alright,” she whispered, her voice laced with emotion. “I’ve never felt so… alive.” Red tightened his arms around her, his body still warm against hers. He kissed the top of her head, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. “Me neither, Rit,” he said, his voice filled with a profound gratitude. “Me neither.” They lay like that for a long time, savoring the peace, the intimacy, the deep, abiding love that had found its home in this quiet countryside cottage. The moon had risen by the time they finally stirred, the world outside now bathed in its gentle, silver light. But for Rit and Red, there was a light that shone even brighter, a light that emanated from within, fueled by the undeniable, passionate bond they shared.

As they lay in each other’s arms, the embers of their passion still glowing, a new, mischievous thought bloomed in Rit’s mind. She traced a line down Red’s chest, her fingers lingering on his hardening arousal. He stirred beneath her touch, his eyes opening to meet hers, a silent question in their depths. A playful smile curved Rit’s lips. “You know, Red,” she purred, her voice low and suggestive, “after all that… I think I might be ready for dessert.” Red’s eyebrows rose, a spark of amused anticipation igniting in his blue eyes. He knew that look, that tone. It meant she had a daring idea, and he was always more than willing to indulge her. He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. “Oh, really?” he said, his voice laced with intrigue. “And what might this ‘dessert’ entail?”

Rit’s smile widened, her gaze dropping to his aroused member. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Well,” she whispered, her breath fanning across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “I was thinking… perhaps something a little more… adventurous.” Red’s breath hitched, his body tensing with a fresh surge of desire. He pulled her closer, his gaze locked on hers, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Adventurous, you say?” he murmured, his thumb caressing her lower lip. “I’m listening.”

Rit’s confidence grew, fueled by his eager response. She knew he was open to anything, especially when it came to her. Their journey together had been one of shared vulnerability and mutual exploration, and she felt no shame or hesitation in expressing her deepest desires. She traced the outline of his shaft with her finger, feeling the incredible heat and hardness. “I was thinking,” she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “about how much I enjoyed… the way you felt inside me earlier.” Red’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his arousal becoming more pronounced. “And?” he prompted, his voice tight with anticipation.

Rit leaned back slightly, her eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. “And I was wondering,” she purred, “if you would be willing to… teach me a new way to feel it.” Red’s gaze darkened, the wheels of his mind turning. He understood her unspoken suggestion, the thrill of it sending a jolt of excitement through him. The idea of exploring this new frontier with her, of pushing their boundaries together, was incredibly appealing. He loved her adventurous spirit, her willingness to embrace every facet of their passion. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her neck, a low growl escaping his throat. “Tell me, Rit,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “What did you have in mind?”

Rit’s heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and delicious anticipation. She knew this was something they had both subtly hinted at, a territory unexplored, a desire unspoken. She took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I want to try… from behind, Red,” she confessed, her voice a soft murmur. “I want to feel you deep inside me… in a way we haven’t before.” Red’s response was immediate. He pulled her even closer, his body pressing against hers, a shudder of pure arousal rippling through him. His eyes were blazing with an intense, primal fire, a mixture of surprise, excitement, and a profound desire to please her. He kissed her deeply, a passionate, possessive kiss that conveyed all the unspoken words of his heart. “Rit,” he breathed, pulling back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. “You have no idea how much I want to give you anything you desire.”

He shifted, carefully positioning himself beside her. Rit watched him, her body tingling with anticipation. She felt a thrilling nervousness, a heightened sense of vulnerability mixed with an overwhelming sense of desire. Red’s movements were slow and deliberate as he guided her. He gently tilted her hips, encouraging her to shift her position. Rit felt a blush creep up her neck, but there was no shame, only a deep, eager longing. She was on her hands and knees, her body exposed, vulnerable, yet filled with an intoxicating sense of anticipation. The soft moonlight illuminated her form, casting a silvery glow on her skin, her blonde hair falling around her like a halo.

Red knelt behind her, his hands gently resting on her hips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her lower back, sending shivers down her spine. “Ready?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. Rit nodded, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt his erection press against her backside. The sensation was entirely new, intensely arousing. She closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat.

Red entered her slowly, his movements measured, almost reverent. Rit cried out, a sharp intake of breath as she felt herself being filled. It was a different sensation than before, deeper, more intense, a pressure that sent a thrilling shockwave through her entire body. She arched her back, her hands pressing into the soft mattress, her body instinctively adjusting to accommodate him. The angle was different, the sensation unfamiliar, yet profoundly exhilarating. Red’s moans of pleasure were low and guttural, a sound that fueled her own arousal. He began to move, slowly at first, his thrusts deliberate and deep. Rit felt herself surrendering to the new rhythm, her body responding with an intensity she had never known.

The sensations were overwhelming. The feeling of being filled from behind, of Red’s powerful body pressing against her back, of his arousal grinding against her sensitive flesh, was intoxicating. She felt a new kind of friction, a different kind of pleasure building within her. Her hips began to move in sync with his, a primal, instinctive dance. “Oh, Red,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “This is… incredible.” Red’s thrusts grew more powerful, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her ear. He buried his face in her hair, his body tensing with the escalating pleasure. “You feel so good, Rit,” he rasped, his voice raw. “So tight… so responsive.”

Rit felt herself spiraling, closer and closer to the edge. The angle of penetration allowed for a deeper, more intense sensation, hitting pleasure points she hadn’t known existed. She was completely lost in the moment, her mind a whirlwind of pure, unadulterated sensation. Her nails dug into her palms, her body trembling with the force of her approaching climax. Red’s rhythm intensified, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more desperate. Rit cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that was even more intense than before. She felt him tighten around her, his own release imminent. With a final, powerful surge, Red cried out her name, his body shuddering as he poured his essence deep within her, completing their passionate, transformative union.

They remained in that position for a long moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The moonlight cast a soft glow over their entwined forms, a testament to their shared intimacy and their journey of exploration. Rit slowly lowered herself to rest, her forehead against the mattress, her body humming with the aftershocks of her climax. Red gently withdrew, his movements tender and caring. He shifted, rolling onto his side to face her, pulling her close into his embrace. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle, reassuring. “You were amazing, Rit,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “Absolutely amazing.”

Rit leaned into his embrace, her body still tingling with pleasure. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips. “Thank you, Red,” she murmured, her voice still a little shaky. “Thank you for… for sharing that with me.” Red kissed her forehead, a deep, lingering kiss. “It’s all yours, Rit,” he said softly. “Anything you want, anything you desire. We explore this life, and our passion, together.” Rit snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against hers. The newness of the experience, the intensity of the pleasure, had deepened their bond even further. They had not only shared a passionate encounter, but a journey of discovery, of trust, and of a love that continued to grow and evolve with every shared breath, every whispered desire, every stolen kiss under the gentle moonlight.