Ruti Ragnason | Banished From The Hero's Party I Decided To Live A Quiet Life In The Countryside

The twilight painted the sky in hues of soft lavender and rose as Ruti Ragnason, her striking blue hair catching the fading light, sat by the window of her simple cottage. The scent of dried herbs and the faint aroma of the stew simmering on the hearth filled the air, a comforting balm to a soul that had known too much strife. She traced the condensation on the cool glass, her gaze distant, yet her heart thrummed with a quiet anticipation. It had been a long journey, a path paved with betrayals and loneliness, but here, in this quiet corner of the world, she had found a semblance of peace. And with that peace, a new kind of warmth had begun to bloom, a gentle ember fanned by the presence of one special person.

A soft knock echoed through the small dwelling, a sound that never failed to send a shiver of delight down her spine. It was him. Red. Her anchor, her solace, the one who saw beyond the dreaded God of War persona and cherished the woman beneath. She rose, her movements graceful, her slender frame clad in a simple, loose-fitting dress that did little to conceal the gentle curves beneath. As she opened the door, his familiar, kind smile met hers, and her heart did a little flutter, a reaction that still surprised her after all this time.

He entered, carrying a basket laden with fresh produce from his own small farm. The way his eyes lingered on her, a silent appreciation that spoke volumes, always made her blush. “Ruti,” he greeted, his voice a warm baritone that vibrated pleasantly in her chest. “I brought some tomatoes and fresh greens. Thought we could make something special for dinner.”

“That would be lovely, Red,” she replied, stepping aside to let him pass. The air between them crackled with an unspoken energy, a comfortable intimacy that had grown organically, like the wildflowers in their meadow. She watched him move around her kitchen, his hands calloused from honest work, yet surprisingly gentle as he placed the basket on the counter. Every casual movement was a study in quiet strength, and she found herself mesmerized by the sheer normalcy of it, a stark contrast to the chaos she had once known.

As they worked side-by-side, their shoulders occasionally brushing, a deeper connection formed. The conversation flowed easily, a mix of mundane tasks and shared dreams. But beneath the surface, a simmering desire began to stir. Ruti felt her breath quicken as Red’s arm brushed hers, a spark igniting a familiar heat that spread through her veins. She caught his gaze, a silent question in her sapphire eyes, and saw a mirroring longing reflected in his own.

Later, as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, they sat at the small wooden table, the meal they had prepared a testament to their shared lives. The food was simple but delicious, and the conversation turned softer, more intimate. Red reached across the table, his fingers gently tracing the back of her hand. “Ruti,” he murmured, his voice husky, “you’ve… you’ve made this life so much richer.”

Her heart swelled at his words. “And you, Red,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “You are my quiet life. You are my peace.” The air grew thick with unspoken emotion, the unspoken desires that had been building for so long. The scent of herbs and stew was now mingled with the intoxicating perfume of their own burgeoning passion.

He stood, pulling her gently to her feet. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, searched hers, asking permission, seeking affirmation. Ruti, the once formidable God of War, felt a tremor of vulnerability, but it was a welcome tremor, a surrender she craved. She leaned into him, her hand finding the strong muscles of his arm. The tension between them was palpable, a coiled spring ready to release.

“Red…” she breathed, her voice barely audible. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. It was a kiss that promised everything, a kiss steeped in longing and affection, a kiss that finally acknowledged the depths of their feelings.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. His arms encircled her waist, drawing her closer, her body molding against his. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a powerful, comforting warmth that melted away any lingering reservations. Her blue hair cascaded around them as she tilted her head back, her lips parting in invitation.

“Ruti,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath warm and intoxicating. He lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her body arching into his. The loose fabric of her dress gave way easily, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. He carried her into their bedroom, the moonlight filtering through the window, casting an ethereal glow on the scene unfolding.

He set her down gently on the soft mat, his eyes never leaving hers. The room was bathed in a soft, romantic light, and the air was thick with anticipation. He began to undress her, his fingers nimble, his touch reverent. Each button undone, each piece of fabric shed, was an act of worship. She watched his hands, his earnest expression, and felt a profound sense of adoration. When her dress pooled around her feet, she stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, yet feeling utterly safe.

His gaze devoured her, a slow, appreciative sweep that made her blush anew. He ran a hand down her side, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her. Her body, though honed by battle, was also soft, yielding to his touch. He admired the gentle swell of her breasts, the delicate curve of her waist, and the impressive, ample fullness of her backside, a testament to her strength and natural beauty. He could see the subtle ripple of muscles beneath her skin, a reminder of the warrior she once was, now softened by peace and love.

“You are so beautiful, Ruti,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe. He moved closer, his hands finding the gentle curve of her hips. He kissed her again, deeper this time, a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises and shared desires. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the rough texture of his skin, the warmth of his muscles. She loved the contrast between his strength and the tenderness he showed her.

He gently guided her to lie down, her back sinking into the soft mat. He knelt beside her, his gaze filled with a consuming desire. He began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He explored her body with a painter’s precision, his lips and hands tracing every curve, every delicate swell. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through her. She arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Red… oh, Red…” she whispered, her voice thick with passion. She guided his head lower, her hands urging him to explore further. His tongue was a revelation, a skilled artist awakening every nerve ending. As he moved lower, her hips began to sway, an involuntary rhythm of desire. When his lips found the soft folds between her legs, a guttural cry escaped her. She had never experienced such intimacy, such unadulterated bliss. His ministrations were exquisite, his tongue teasing and tasting, driving her closer and closer to the precipice.

Her fingers clenched the mat as she felt the climax building, a powerful tide washing over her. She cried out his name, her body convulsing as waves of pure pleasure coursed through her. Red held her through it, his touch grounding her, his presence a comforting constant amidst the storm of sensation.

As her tremors subsided, he looked up at her, his eyes shining with love and desire. He gently kissed her lips, a promise of more to come. He then positioned himself above her, his erection pressing against her thigh. The sight of him, so aroused, so focused on her, sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. She reached up, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft, marveling at his potency, his unwavering desire for her.

“Ready?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. Ruti nodded, her sapphire eyes shining with a fierce, passionate light. She met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. She spread her legs, her hips tilting upwards, an unspoken invitation.

He entered her slowly, his movements deliberate, filling her completely. A soft gasp escaped her lips as their bodies joined, a perfect, intimate union. They stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling, the deep connection. Then, he began to move, his rhythm gentle at first, then building in intensity. Ruti wrapped her legs around his waist, her body responding to his every thrust. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the small room – soft moans, whispered encouragements, the wet slide of skin against skin.

Her big ass was pressed firmly against his hips with each deep stroke, a rhythmic motion that amplified their pleasure. He grunted with effort, his body working in tandem with hers. She watched his face, the intensity of his pleasure mirroring her own. He pulled her closer, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps. He shifted their position, gently guiding her onto her hands and knees, her blue hair fanning out around her. Her backside was now presented to him, a perfect, inviting target.

He entered her from behind, in a classic, primal pose that ignited a new level of urgency. The angle was different, the sensation deeper, more intense. Ruti moaned, her back arching, her head thrown back as she met his powerful thrusts. He held her hips, controlling the rhythm, driving them both towards an inevitable climax. The sounds of their passion intensified, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

“Red… oh, God, Red…” she cried out, her voice hoarse. His thrusts became more rapid, more forceful. He grunted, his muscles tensing with each deep, powerful stroke. Ruti felt the pressure building again, a sweet, insistent ache that promised release. She met his rhythm with her own, her body a willing participant in their shared dance of pleasure.

As the climax surged, a powerful, all-consuming wave, he buried his face in her neck, his body trembling. She felt him pull back slightly, and then a surge of warmth filled her. He grunted, a deep, guttural sound, as he poured himself into her, his creampie a testament to their shared ecstasy. Ruti cried out again, her body convulsing with a second, even more intense orgasm. She clung to him, her nails digging lightly into his back, reveling in the aftermath of their passion.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies still joined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The moon cast a silvery glow on them, a silent witness to their love. Red gently pulled out, and they collapsed onto the mat, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. He held her close, kissing the top of her head. Ruti nuzzled into his chest, feeling a profound sense of contentment. The warrior’s heart had found its home, not in battle, but in the quiet embrace of love. She closed her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips, the scent of their shared passion a sweet, lingering memory. This was the quiet life she had always longed for, a life filled with love, intimacy, and the gentle, unwavering presence of Red. He was her hero, her lover, her everything. And she was his.