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

The scent of wildflowers and damp earth hung heavy in the air, a comforting balm after the long, arduous journey. Rit sighed, a soft, contented sound, leaning her head against the rough-hewn wood of the cabin’s porch. Sunlight, dappled through the emerald canopy of the forest, kissed her blonde hair, turning it into a halo of spun gold. This quiet corner of the world, far from the clamor of kingdoms and the weight of destiny, was everything she had ever dreamed of. And more importantly, it was *his* world, a world she now shared.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it the faintest whisper of woodsmoke and the rhythmic clang of a hammer. Red, her Red, was working in his small smithy, his powerful arms a testament to a life honed by labor and resilience. She watched him, her heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. It had been so long since she had felt truly at peace, truly wanted for *herself*, not for her potential, not for her lineage, but for the woman she was, the woman she was becoming.

The memories of her past life, the one where she had been a princess, a pawn in a grander game, often flickered at the edges of her mind, but they felt distant now, like echoes from another lifetime. Being cast out from the hero’s party, a decision that had once felt like a cruel betrayal, had instead been a liberation. It had led her here, to this simple, unpretentious existence, and to him. To the man who saw her, truly saw her, beyond the crowns and the expectations.

A pang of desire, sharp and sudden, shot through her. She traced the curve of her own lips, remembering the way he looked at her, the raw, unvarnished hunger in his eyes. It was a hunger that mirrored her own, a mutual yearning that had simmered for months, fueled by stolen glances, hushed conversations, and the unspoken promises that hung between them like a delicate, charged mist. Their life here was slow, yes, a deliberate shedding of the frantic pace of their former lives, but it was also charged with an intensity that was breathtaking.

The hammering stopped. A moment later, Red emerged from the smithy, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His muscles, rippling under his simple tunic, were a captivating sight. He caught her eye, and a slow, lopsided grin spread across his face, a grin that always made her stomach flip. He walked towards her, his gait confident and powerful, his gaze never leaving hers. Each step seemed to carry an unspoken invitation, a silent beckoning that tightened the knot of anticipation in her belly.

He reached the porch, his presence filling the small space with an undeniable magnetism. He didn’t speak, just looked at her, his dark eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a profound affection and a simmering lust that made her breath catch. He reached out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her cheek. The touch, so simple, sent shivers down her spine, a cascade of heat pooling low in her abdomen.

“You’ve been watching me,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. It wasn’t an accusation, but a statement of fact, laced with a knowing amusement.

Rit’s cheeks flushed. “Is that a problem?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at his directness, at the raw honesty that defined their relationship. There were no games here, no pretenses, just the truth of their hearts and bodies.

He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Never,” he said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “I like being watched by you.” He leaned closer, his scent – a heady mix of forge smoke, sweat, and something uniquely him – enveloping her. “Especially when you look at me like that.”

Her eyes, wide and sparkling, met his. She saw her own desire reflected there, a mirror of her own burgeoning passion. The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken needs. The world outside their small clearing, with its mundane concerns and distant dramas, faded into irrelevance. There was only this moment, this connection, this overwhelming urge to bridge the final inches separating them.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing hers, a tentative, feather-light kiss. It was a prelude, a promise, a gentle exploration that ignited a firestorm within her. She responded, her lips parting, welcoming his deeper touch. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more demanding. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his solid frame. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against hers, the warmth of his skin, the sheer power of his body. It was intoxicating.

Her hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as the kiss became a desperate exchange of breath and sensation. She moaned softly, a sound of pure pleasure and surrender, as his tongue met hers, a passionate dance that spoke volumes of their pent-up longing. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark pools of desire, fixed on her with an intensity that both thrilled and humbled her.

“Rit,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” she confessed, her voice trembling. The casual, comfortable familiarity they shared had always been underpinned by this potent, unspoken attraction. Now, it was ready to bloom, to explode into something magnificent.

He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her high cheekbones. “Let’s go inside,” he said, his gaze dropping to her lips, then to the swell of her breasts beneath her simple dress. The invitation was clear, and Rit’s body responded with an immediate, urgent assent. She nodded, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

He gently pulled her to her feet, his hand still holding hers, and led her into the cabin. The interior was cozy and sparsely furnished, a testament to their simple life. A hearth, still warm from its morning fire, cast a soft glow. He didn’t hesitate, his gaze never wavering from hers as he guided her towards their small bed. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that thrummed between them.

He lowered her onto the soft mattress, his eyes never leaving her face. The blonde of her hair seemed to glow in the dim light, a stark contrast to the darkness of his eyes. He knelt beside the bed, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on her full, exposed breasts. A slow smile spread across his lips, a genuine, appreciative smile that made her feel cherished. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through her. She arched her back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Rit,” he murmured, his voice husky. He unhurriedly unbuttoned her dress, his touch gentle but purposeful, revealing more of her pale, creamy skin with each passing moment. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist, leaving her bare to his appreciative gaze. Her nipples, taut and sensitive, hardened further at his attention. He leaned down, his lips brushing against one, then the other, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. His tongue, warm and wet, swirled around them, sending delicious shivers throughout her body. She moaned, her hands gripping the rough linen of the bedsheet.

He continued his ministrations, his mouth moving lower, tracing a path of fire down her stomach. Rit arched her back, her hips instinctively lifting as his lips neared her core. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She gasped as his tongue finally found her, a soft, warm pressure that sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her. He worshipped her there, with a skill and tenderness that took her breath away. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as she surrendered to the rising tide of pleasure. She cried out his name, a desperate plea, as the first waves of orgasm washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

He pulled back then, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. He shed his own clothes quickly, revealing a body honed by hard work, a body that was everything Rit desired. His cock, thick and impossibly hard, strained against his flesh, a testament to his own arousal. Rit’s breath hitched. It was… magnificent. So much bigger, so much more imposing than anything she had ever imagined. A wave of awe, mixed with a thrilling fear and a deep, primal lust, washed over her.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, his weight a comforting, yet intensely erotic, pressure. He lowered himself slowly, his head bowed, his eyes locked on hers. He nudged her legs apart with his knees, positioning himself at her entrance. Rit gasped, her body instinctively tightening, not in resistance, but in anticipation of the incredible fullness she knew was coming. His cock was a towering monument, impossibly thick, impossibly long. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching hers, an unspoken question hanging in the air. Rit, emboldened by the passion of the moment and the overwhelming desire she felt, nodded, her eyes wide and unwavering.

With a deep breath, he began to push inside her. It was a slow, deliberate entry, each millimeter a testament to his immense size. Rit cried out, a mixture of pleasure and the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being filled. Her body stretched, accommodating his incredible girth, her muscles clenching around him. He paused, letting her adjust, his eyes never leaving hers. “Are you alright?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

“Yes,” she managed, her voice a breathy whisper. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was intense, almost overwhelming, but undeniably exquisite. He continued to push, slowly filling her completely, until there was no space left between them. She felt the incredible pressure, the sheer immensity of him, and a moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, their tongues entwining as their bodies joined in this profound, intimate act.

Then, he began to move. Slowly at first, then picking up a steady, rhythmic pace. Each thrust was deep, powerful, and exquisitely pleasurable. Rit cried out with each stroke, her body arching to meet his. Her hands were on his back, her fingers digging into his flesh as she surrendered to the raw, animalistic rhythm of their lovemaking. The cabin was filled with the sounds of their passion – their ragged breaths, their soft moans, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies meeting. He whispered her name, his voice raw with desire, as he drove deeper and deeper into her.

She felt the tension building within her, a coiled spring ready to snap. His thrusts became more urgent, more powerful. He was relentless, his focus solely on her pleasure, on their shared ecstasy. She met his intensity, her own desire escalating with every powerful surge of his body. Her vision blurred, her world narrowing to the sensations he was bringing her, to the overwhelming feeling of being completely consumed by him. As he drove into her, his hips pumping with a furious rhythm, she felt herself spiraling towards the precipice. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, an explosive orgasm that stole her breath and left her weak and utterly sated. She felt him groan, his own climax building, and as he thrust one final, deep, shuddering blow, he poured himself into her, a torrent of hot, thick cum filling her to the brim. A huge cumshot, a testament to his release, he pulled out slowly, his body slick with sweat, his eyes still locked on hers, filled with an overwhelming emotion.

They lay tangled together in the aftermath, their bodies still trembling, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rit nestled into his chest, her head resting on his heart, listening to its steady beat. The scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and their shared essence, filled the air. She felt a profound sense of peace, of belonging. This was more than just sex; it was a profound connection, a surrender of souls as well as bodies. She traced the lines of his chest, her fingers trailing over his skin, savoring the intimacy of the moment. He held her close, his arms a comforting embrace, his lips brushing against her temple.

“I love you, Rit,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. It was a confession that resonated deep within her, an echo of her own unspoken feelings. She looked up at him, her heart overflowing. The blonde of her hair was mussed, her face flushed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. She had never felt so seen, so loved, so completely desired.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. She kissed him then, a soft, lingering kiss, a promise of more to come. The quiet life they had chosen in the countryside was filled with simple joys, but this, this shared intimacy, this profound connection, was the truest, most profound joy of all. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across their humble abode, they remained entwined, two souls who had found solace and passion in each other, their future stretching out before them, bright and full of promise.