Seryu Ubiquitous | Akame Ga Kill - Fanart

The moon hung like a pearl in the inky sky, casting a silvery glow over the opulent, yet quiet, chambers of the Imperial Capital's most dedicated servant. Seryu Ubiquitous, her usually stern features softened by the twilight, found herself alone, a rare commodity. The day's duties, the relentless pursuit of justice against those she deemed threats to the Empire, had drained her, yet a different kind of yearning stirred within her. She traced the intricate patterns on her silk nightgown, the fabric cool against her skin, and her thoughts, unbidden, drifted to… him. Not a comrade, not an ally in her righteous crusade, but someone entirely unexpected. A man who had, through a series of improbable events, found himself under her care, a temporary ward, a puzzle she couldn't quite solve but found increasingly captivating. He was from a distant land, a traveler whose naivety was as charming as his gentle gaze. Tonight, the usual vigilance of her heart felt… different. A soft hum, barely audible, escaped her lips as she idly twirled a lock of her vibrant pink hair around her finger, her mind painting a vivid picture of his face, the way his eyes widened with curiosity, the slight blush that would creep onto his cheeks when she spoke to him with her usual earnest intensity. A strange warmth spread through her, a sensation that had no place in her rigidly ordered world of law and order.

He had arrived bearing a simple request, a place to rest his weary feet, a temporary sanctuary from a world that had been less than kind. Seryu, ever the protector, had readily offered her assistance, her duty to the innocent paramount. But as the days turned into a week, and then another, a subtle shift had occurred. His quiet presence filled a void she hadn't realized existed. He was utterly without malice, his laughter genuine, his appreciation for the small courtesies she offered heartfelt. He saw past the stern facade of the Public Security Officer, past the unwavering conviction of her duty, and saw… Seryu. The woman beneath the uniform, the girl who sometimes yearned for something more than the ceaseless struggle. Tonight, the silence of her private quarters felt pregnant with unspoken possibilities. She imagined him across the room, perhaps reading by the soft lamplight, his brow furrowed in concentration, or maybe gazing out at the moonlit cityscape, his thoughts as profound and silent as his demeanor. The very thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious, unfamiliar tremor.

A soft knock at her door, tentative and hesitant, broke the silence. Her heart leaped. It was him. He stood in the doorway, bathed in the muted light filtering from the hallway, his hair a disheveled halo around his head. He clutched a book to his chest, his expression one of mild embarrassment. "Seryu-san," he began, his voice a low murmur, "I… I couldn't sleep. I was wondering if perhaps… you had a moment?" His gaze met hers, and in its depths, she saw a reflection of her own burgeoning desire. Her carefully constructed walls of professionalism began to crumble, the stern lines of her face softening into something vulnerable and inviting. She gestured for him to enter, her voice a little huskier than usual. "Of course," she replied, her words carrying a warmth that surprised even herself. "Come in. It is… a rather lonely night."

He stepped inside, his eyes taking in the details of her personal space, a stark contrast to the sterile efficiency of her office. The room was filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and the faint aroma of ink, a testament to her scholarly pursuits. He sat on the edge of a plush armchair, his movements a little awkward, and Seryu found herself drawn to his endearing sincerity. She sat on the opposite chaise lounge, her silk gown rustling with her movement. The air between them crackled with an unspoken energy, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She found herself observing him more closely than she ever had. The way his fingers, long and slender, traced the worn cover of his book. The subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. And then, her gaze fell lower. His simple tunic, slightly unbuttoned, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of the smooth skin of his collarbone, and a hint of something more beneath. Her breath hitched.

He looked up, catching her gaze, and a faint blush bloomed on his cheeks. He cleared his throat, a nervous gesture that sent a wave of tenderness through her. "Are you… alright, Seryu-san?" he asked, his concern genuine. She managed a small smile, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "I am," she said, her voice still laced with that newfound huskiness. "It's just… this is a rather unusual situation for me. To be… relaxing. Not on duty." She paused, then added, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "And to be… in such company." Her gaze lingered on his lips, slightly parted, and she wondered what they would feel like against hers. The unspoken question hung heavy in the air, thick with desire.

He shifted in his seat, his gaze meeting hers with a newfound intensity. The polite distance that had always existed between them seemed to evaporate in the flickering lamplight. "I find your company… very comforting, Seryu-san," he said, his voice low and resonant. "You are always so strong, so dedicated. It's… admirable. But tonight, you seem… different." He hesitated, then bravely continued, "More… human." The word hung in the air, a profound acknowledgment of the Seryu he was beginning to see. Her heart swelled. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Not with such gentle honesty. She stood, her legs feeling a little unsteady, and walked towards the window, looking out at the distant lights of the city. "Sometimes," she murmured, her back to him, "even those who are dedicated to justice yearn for… something more. For connection."

She turned back to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, a vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show. He had risen from his chair and was now standing closer, the space between them shrinking with each passing second. He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against her arm. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. Her skin tingled where he had touched her. Her gaze flickered down to her own body, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the silk, a part of her that felt so keenly aware of his proximity. She knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and frightened her, that this night was about to take a turn she had never anticipated, a turn that involved more than just quiet conversation.

He met her gaze, his own filled with a mixture of apprehension and desire. He saw the way her breath hitched, the way her pupils dilated. He saw the unspoken invitation in her eyes. "Seryu-san," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out again, this time his fingers gently cupping her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath his touch. She leaned into his hand, her eyes closing for a moment, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. The scent of him, a subtle blend of earth and something uniquely masculine, filled her senses. She opened her eyes, and their gazes locked, a silent conversation passing between them, a confirmation of the mutual attraction that had been simmering for weeks.

He leaned in slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away, but Seryu found herself rooted to the spot, her entire being drawn to him. His lips, warm and soft, met hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, a gentle exploration, a seeking of confirmation. But then, as she responded with a sigh of pure pleasure, the kiss deepened. Her hands, as if guided by an unseen force, found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in its soft strands. The embrace became more urgent, more passionate. Her body pressed against his, and she marveled at the solid strength of him, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. The silk of her gown felt suddenly suffocating, a barrier between her and the man she was discovering she desired with an intensity that was both shocking and exhilarating. Her breasts, heavy and sensitive, pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heart hammering against her own. A soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue, bold and insistent, met hers. The kiss was a dance of desire, a symphony of longing, each touch, each movement, a revelation.

He broke away, his breathing ragged, his eyes searching hers. "Seryu-san," he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. "I… I shouldn't…" But the words died on his lips as she reached up and gently placed a finger to his mouth. "Shhh," she murmured, her voice trembling. "Tonight… tonight we are not duty-bound. We are… simply us." Her hand trailed down his jawline, then lower, to the open buttons of his tunic. She hesitated for a moment, then, with a deep breath, her fingers began to undo them, one by one. The sight of his chest, smooth and firm, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her gaze, bold and unrestrained, traced the defined muscles, the subtle curve of his pectorals. She saw the way his nipples hardened at her touch, a testament to his own arousal. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his skin, a soft sigh escaping her as she tasted him. He groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that resonated through her. His hands moved to her waist, his touch possessive, drawing her closer. Her silk gown, already loose, parted further, revealing the soft curve of her stomach and the gentle swell of her breasts. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intoxicating scent of his arousal filling her senses.

Her fingers continued their exploration, moving lower, her touch bolder now. She found the waistband of his trousers, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. He helped her, his own movements a little clumsy with anticipation. As the fabric loosened, her hand found its way inside, her fingertips brushing against the smooth, firm skin of his erection. A gasp escaped her lips. It was magnificent, pulsing with life, a testament to the desire that now consumed them both. Her touch was gentle at first, then grew bolder, exploring the length and girth of him, the throbbing intensity of his desire. He moaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Seryu-san," he choked out, "you are… you are incredible." Her own arousal surged, a powerful tide that threatened to overwhelm her. The sight of his arousal, so potent and alive, fueled her own burgeoning desire. She looked down at her own body, the generous curves of her figure, the ample size of her breasts, usually a source of modest concealment. But tonight, in the throes of this newfound passion, they felt like tools of seduction, instruments of pleasure. She unhooked her own silk gown, letting it pool around her ankles. Standing before him, clad only in her delicate undergarments, she felt a surge of newfound confidence. The moonlight, filtering through the sheer curtains, cast a soft glow on her skin, highlighting the generous curves of her ample bosom, the full, ripe mounds of her breasts, their tips already darkening and taut. She saw his eyes widen, his gaze lingering on her, a raw admiration in his expression that made her blush deepen, but not with shame, rather with a potent, heady pleasure. He reached out, his hands tentatively cupping her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her hardening nipples. The sensation was almost unbearable, a delicious agony that made her arch her back and press herself closer to him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. His hands moved lower, caressing her stomach, her hips, his touch both reverent and possessive. Seryu felt a deep ache bloom between her legs, a primal yearning for something more. She reached out, her hands tracing the hard planes of his chest, then lower, to the firm, sculpted muscles of his abdomen. Her fingers found the waistband of his trousers again, and this time, with a deliberate movement, she pushed them down, revealing his fully erect penis. It was a glorious sight, a powerful symbol of his desire, and her own. She looked at it, mesmerized, her heart pounding with a mixture of awe and pure, unadulterated lust. He was hers tonight, all of him. The thought sent a shiver of delicious anticipation through her. She knelt before him, her gaze fixed on his magnificent member, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

She leaned forward, her lips hovering just above him, savoring the moment. The anticipation was almost as intoxicating as the act itself. Then, with a soft sigh of surrender, she took him into her mouth. The taste of him, raw and potent, filled her senses. Her tongue, bold and exploratory, began to worship him, her lips working their magic, her throat opening to embrace him more fully. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, his body tensing with pleasure. The sounds he made, the guttural moans of pure ecstasy, fueled her own desire. She moved with a newfound confidence, her tongue teasing, swirling, her lips working in a rhythm that sent him spiraling towards oblivion. She felt the tremors that ran through his body, the tightening of his muscles, the muffled cries of pleasure that escaped his lips. And then, with a final, shuddering release, he came, his essence flooding her mouth, a taste of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. She swallowed, savoring the lingering taste of him, her heart swelling with a profound sense of accomplishment and shared intimacy.

He gently pulled her up, his eyes still hazy with pleasure, his gaze filled with an overwhelming affection. He kissed her again, a deep, soul-stirring kiss that spoke of gratitude and something far more profound. "Seryu," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "That was… everything." He then turned his attention to her. He knelt before her, his eyes filled with a tenderness that melted her heart. He gently cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. "Now," he said, his voice a low murmur, "it is my turn." He looked at her body, his gaze lingering on her generous breasts, their tips still hard and sensitive from their earlier encounter. His hands, strong and sure, began to caress her, his touch igniting a fire within her. He traced the curve of her hips, his fingers exploring the soft skin of her thighs. Seryu moaned, her body arching into his touch, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. She felt a deep ache between her legs, a primal yearning for his penetration. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with a desire that mirrored her own. He rose and gently guided her towards the plush bed, their bodies still pressed together. The silk sheets felt cool against her heated skin as they sank into the mattress. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked on hers. He looked at her, at the full, magnificent curve of her breasts, the dark, erect nipples begging for attention. With a gentle sigh, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing, swirling, his lips suckling. Seryu cried out, her hands gripping his hair, her body trembling with pleasure. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. He moved from one breast to the other, his ministrations sending waves of ecstasy through her. Her legs parted instinctively, revealing her slick, wet core to him. He looked at her, a primal hunger in his eyes, and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he entered her. Seryu gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect union of their bodies. He began to move, his strokes slow and deep at first, then growing more urgent, more passionate. Seryu met his rhythm, her hips thrusting upwards, her moans of pleasure filling the room. Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion, a symphony of desire. She felt the friction, the heat, the exquisite pressure as he moved deeper and deeper within her. Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure built, escalating with each thrust. She whispered his name, her voice hoarse with passion, her body slick and trembling. He grunted, his movements becoming more powerful, more demanding. The world narrowed to the confines of their embrace, to the rhythm of their pounding hearts, to the exquisite friction of their bodies. He whispered her name, his voice thick with desire, his eyes locked on hers, a shared understanding passing between them. She felt the climax building, a powerful wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing. He increased his pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, driving them both towards the precipice. With a final, earth-shattering groan, he surged within her, his release echoing her own. They lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged, the silence of the room filled with the soft, satisfied sighs of two souls who had found solace and passion in each other's arms. The moonlight cast a gentle glow on their entwined forms, a testament to the beautiful, passionate intimacy they had shared. Seryu nestled closer to him, her heart full, a contentment she had never known before settling over her. This was more than just a fleeting encounter; it was a connection, a deep, tender bond forged in the crucible of shared desire and undeniable affection. She closed her eyes, the warmth of his body against hers a comforting embrace, and drifted into a peaceful, deeply satisfied sleep, knowing that this night had changed everything.