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The gentle hum of Tempest's prosperity was usually a comforting lullaby, but tonight, it felt like a prelude to something far more intoxicating. Ritus, her blonde hair shimmering like spun moonlight under the bioluminescent flora of her private chambers, traced the cool, smooth surface of a potion bottle. A blush, a tell-tale sign of her burgeoning excitement, dusted her cheeks. She was waiting. And the anticipation was a delicious ache, coiling low in her belly.

She’d chosen this evening deliberately. A quiet night, a sky dusted with more stars than usual, a rare moment of respite from the relentless demands of leadership. But her thoughts, as they so often did lately, drifted to a singular, captivating presence. A presence that made her heart flutter like a caged bird and her body sing with a desire she was only just beginning to understand. Rimuru. Her beloved Rimuru. The thought of him, his gentle smile, his unwavering strength, the way his eyes held a depth of understanding that soothed her very soul, sent a tremor through her.

Her chambers, usually a testament to her organizational prowess, felt charged with an unspoken promise. Silken drapes billowed softly in the breeze, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. Ritus smoothed down the front of her new bikini, a daring purchase she’d made on a whim during a recent trip to the human lands. It was a vibrant cerulean blue, designed to accentuate her ample curves. The halter top barely contained her large, soft breasts, the fabric stretched taut across their fullness, hinting at the generous cleavage that spilled forth. The matching bottoms, a simple yet alluring design, hugged her hips, drawing attention to the smooth expanse of her abdomen and the seductive curve of her behind. She’d never worn anything so… revealing. Not even in the privacy of her own thoughts. Yet, for Rimuru, she found herself emboldened, a playful daring taking root within her.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet. Her breath hitched. This was it. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Ritus rose, the silken robe she’d thrown on over the bikini rustling around her legs. She walked towards the door, each step a deliberate, sensual sway of her hips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet torment that made her skin tingle.

Opening the door, she found him there. Rimuru. Even in his casual attire, a simple tunic and trousers, he radiated an aura of undeniable charm and power. His slime form was usually a comforting sight, but tonight, his human form was what held her captive. His eyes, a deep, intelligent blue, met hers, and a slow, warm smile spread across his lips. “Ritus,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “You wanted to see me?”

Ritus felt her knees go weak. She stepped aside, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Come in, Rimuru. Please.” Her voice was a little huskier than usual, a testament to her arousal. As he entered, his gaze swept over her, lingering for a moment on the exposed skin of her legs, her décolletage, the hint of her chest peeking from beneath the silk. A subtle shift in his posture, a slight tightening of his jaw, told her he noticed. And that knowledge sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her veins.

She closed the door, the soft click echoing in the sudden intimacy of the room. The air crackled with unspoken desires. Ritus turned back to him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She let the silk robe fall from her shoulders, revealing the full extent of her bikini-clad form. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing the swell of her generous ass. The bikini top showcased her enormous, perfectly rounded breasts, their dark nipples already hardening with anticipation. The bottoms, so small and daring, seemed to emphasize the lushness of her pussy, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure that lay hidden beneath.

Rimuru’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise followed by something far more potent – pure, unadulterated desire. He took a slow step towards her, his gaze locked on her. “Ritus… you look… magnificent.” His voice was strained, a clear indication of the effect she was having on him. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm. The touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire that was already smoldering within her.

Ritus leaned into his touch, her head tilting back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. “I… I wanted to spend some time with you, Rimuru. Just us.” Her words were soft, almost a whisper, but laced with the raw hunger that was consuming her. She wanted him. She wanted his touch, his attention, his… everything. The thought of his hands on her, exploring every inch of her body, made her clench her thighs together, a desperate attempt to contain the building storm within her.

Rimuru’s hand moved from her arm, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, then gently cupping her chin. He brought her face closer to his, his blue eyes searching hers. The romantic tension between them had been building for weeks, a slow burn of stolen glances, lingering touches, and unspoken feelings. Tonight, it was about to ignite.

“Ritus,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “I’ve wanted this too.” He leaned in, and his lips met hers. It was a kiss born of longing, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into a passionate embrace. Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in its silken strands as she pulled him closer. His tongue met hers, a dance of pure bliss, each movement eliciting a gasp from her lips. She felt his body pressing against hers, the hard lines of his muscles a welcome contrast to her own softness. The bikini seemed to melt away between them, its fabric a flimsy barrier against the rising tide of their desire.

Rimuru broke the kiss, his chest heaving. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with passion. “Your… your bikini…” he murmured, his voice rough. He reached down, his fingers fumbling with the halter tie of her top. Ritus’s breath hitched as he loosened it, the fabric sliding down her arms, revealing her enormous breasts in their entirety. The sight seemed to mesmerize him. He gazed at them, his pupils dilated, before lowering his head and burying his face in their soft swell. His warm breath on her skin sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her. He nuzzled them, his mouth finding a nipple, his tongue teasing it into an unbearable hardness. Ritus cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her back arched involuntarily.

“Rimuru… oh, Rimuru…” she moaned, her body trembling uncontrollably. His mouth worked its magic, drawing her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she thought she would shatter. Her hands moved down his back, exploring the sculpted muscles there, pulling him tighter against her. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

He raised his head, his gaze filled with a raw intensity. His fingers moved to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, slowly, deliberately, sliding them down her hips. Ritus instinctively spread her legs, her body open and ready for him. The fabric fell away, leaving her completely exposed. She felt a powerful surge of vulnerability, quickly followed by an exhilarating sense of freedom. Her pussy, slick with anticipation, parted slightly as the cool air touched it. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her with their gaze. Her huge, round ass was now fully on display, the smooth expanse of her skin gleaming under the soft light.

Rimuru knelt before her, his eyes still locked on her. He reached out, his fingers gently parting her lips. He looked at her pussy, his expression one of utter awe. “Ritus… you’re so beautiful.” He whispered the words, his voice thick with emotion. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he began to lick her. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her toes curled, her body writhed, and a guttural moan escaped her throat. His tongue was a master craftsman, exploring every sensitive crevice, teasing and tantalizing her with an expertise that left her breathless. She felt herself spiraling towards an inevitable climax, her body demanding release. Her hands clutched at his hair, urging him on, her hips thrusting instinctively against his mouth.

“Rimuru… please…” she pleaded, her voice a broken whisper. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him. She needed him inside her. As if sensing her desperate plea, he pulled away, his eyes glittering with desire. He stood, his gaze fixed on her. He reached for his tunic, his hands working quickly to shed it. Ritus watched, her heart pounding. She saw the lean, powerful torso beneath, the muscles rippling as he moved. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against hers.

He stepped closer, his erection hard and prominent against his trousers. Ritus reached out, her fingers trembling as she brushed against his shaft. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He gently pushed her hands away and then, with a surge of raw power, he lifted her into his arms. Ritus squealed, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, his movements strong and sure.

He laid her down on the soft, silken sheets, her blonde hair fanning out around her head. He followed, his body pressing down on hers, his erection pressing against her eager pussy. Ritus moaned with pleasure, her body arching to meet him. He kissed her again, a deep, possessive kiss that spoke of shared passion and unspoken love. His hands moved between them, gently guiding him to her. As he entered her, Ritus cried out, a mixture of pleasure and release. She felt him filling her completely, his hardness a perfect fit. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her. Each thrust was a symphony, her moans and his grunts filling the room. Her enormous breasts, heavy and full, bounced with the rhythm, their nipples aching for his attention. Her big ass was pressed against his hips, the friction creating an exquisite sensation.

“Rimuru…” Ritus gasped, her voice strained. “Faster… please…”

He obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Ritus met each thrust with a matching intensity, her hips bucking against him. The sensations were overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure. She could feel the climax building, a powerful, all-consuming wave that threatened to pull her under. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As her orgasm finally consumed her, she cried out his name, her body arching violently against his. Rimuru followed close behind, his own release coming in powerful, guttural groans. He collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat, his chest heaving against hers.

They lay tangled together for a long time, the silence in the room punctuated only by their ragged breaths. Ritus felt a profound sense of peace and satisfaction. She turned her head, her gaze meeting Rimuru’s. He offered her a soft, weary smile, his eyes filled with a love that mirrored her own. He gently brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. “Ritus,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “That was… incredible.”

Ritus smiled back, a genuine, heartfelt smile. She leaned up and kissed him softly. “It was, Rimuru. It truly was.” She nestled closer, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The romance, the passion, the sheer ecstasy of their encounter had forged an even deeper bond between them. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that this was just the beginning. Their love, like their desires, was boundless, and the nights ahead promised to be filled with even more breathtaking moments of shared intimacy and unadulterated pleasure. She closed her eyes, the scent of their mingled sweat and the lingering sweetness of jasmine lulling her into a contented daze, knowing she was exactly where she was meant to be, in the arms of the one she loved.