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The soft glow of the setting sun painted Rimuru City in hues of amber and rose, a gentle caress against the meticulously crafted architecture. Inside Shuna’s private chambers, the air was thick with a different kind of warmth, a simmering anticipation that had been building for weeks, perhaps even months. Shuna, her delicate hands still dusted with the remnants of a particularly challenging silk weaving, felt a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with her renowned skills. Her usually serene expression was tinged with a delicate blush, her pink hair catching the fading light like spun cherry blossoms. She glanced towards the door, her heart a hummingbird trapped within her ribs.

Rimuru Tempest, her beloved leader, her everything, had promised to visit her after the day’s council meeting. It was a simple promise, one that held no overt declarations of affection, yet for Shuna, it was a beacon of hope, a whispered promise of shared moments, of stolen glances and, perhaps, something more. She smoothed down her elegant kimono, her fingers lingering on the silken fabric, a nervous gesture that betrayed her outward composure. The scent of jasmine, her personal fragrance, filled the room, a subtle invitation, a promise of intimacy.

She had prepared for this. Not just the meticulous tidying of her workshop, nor the fresh pitcher of her finest herbal tea, but in her heart. She had rehearsed countless scenarios in her mind, each one more daring than the last, each one culminating in the ultimate expression of her devotion to Rimuru. The thought of his strong, gentle hands, his warm gaze that always made her feel seen, cherished, made her knees tremble slightly. She imagined his lips on hers, the electrifying jolt that coursed through her whenever they were close. The sheer power and charisma he exuded, coupled with his inherent kindness, was a combination that had utterly captivated her soul.

A soft knock echoed through the quiet room. Shuna’s breath hitched. This was it. She straightened her posture, a small, determined smile gracing her lips. “Come in,” she called, her voice a little breathier than intended.

The door slid open, and there he was. Rimuru, his form radiating a familiar, comforting aura, stepped into her chambers. He wore a more relaxed attire than usual, a testament to his trust and comfort in her presence. His eyes, which held the wisdom of ages and the playful sparkle of a mischief-maker, met hers, and a warmth spread through Shuna’s entire being. He carried a small, wrapped gift, a gesture of kindness that always melted her heart.

“Shuna,” Rimuru’s voice was a low rumble, a sound that vibrated deep within her. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Never,” Shuna replied, her voice regaining some of its usual steadiness, though a faint tremor still lingered. She approached him, her movements graceful and deliberate. “It is always a pleasure to see you, Rimuru-sama.” She bowed, a gesture of respect, but her heart yearned for something more. She felt the weight of his gaze on her, a gaze that seemed to undress her with its intensity, yet in a way that made her feel more beautiful, more desired, than ever before.

Rimuru smiled, a genuine, heartwarming smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He extended the gift. “A small token. I saw it and thought of you.”

Shuna accepted the gift, her fingers brushing against his. The contact sent a familiar spark, a current of electricity that made her blush deepen. She carefully unwrapped it, revealing a exquisite, intricately carved hairpin, adorned with a delicate sapphire that shimmered like a captured star. “It’s… it’s beautiful, Rimuru-sama,” she whispered, genuinely moved. “Thank you.”

“It suits you,” Rimuru said, his gaze lingering on her pink hair as she held the hairpin. He took a step closer, his aura of warmth enveloping her. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, with the electric charge of proximity. Shuna could feel his breath fanning her cheek, a subtle invitation that sent shivers down her spine. She raised her eyes to meet his, her pupils dilating with a mixture of longing and trepidation. The romantic tension was palpable, a tangible force that bound them together.

“Shuna,” Rimuru’s voice was softer now, laced with an emotion that Shuna recognized instantly. Desire. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. His touch was incredibly soft, yet firm, sending a wave of heat through her. “You are… quite something.”

Shuna leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. “And you, Rimuru-sama,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, “are my world.” The intimacy of her statement hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of desires and fantasies, all centered around the man before her. She wanted him to see her, truly see her, not just as his skilled attendant, but as a woman, a woman who longed for his touch, his passion, his complete surrender.

Rimuru’s thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, his gaze never leaving hers. “Shuna,” he repeated, this time with a deeper inflection, a hint of something raw and untamed beneath his usual calm demeanor. “I… I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Her heart leaped. The words she had so desperately longed to hear, spoken aloud. “Rimuru-sama,” she breathed, her own voice thick with emotion. She gently took his hand, bringing it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. The scent of his skin, a subtle blend of earthiness and something uniquely him, filled her senses, intoxicating her. She could feel the pulse beneath his skin, a mirroring rhythm to her own frantic heartbeat.

He gently pulled her closer, their bodies now mere inches apart. Shuna could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer physical presence of him a powerful aphrodisiac. She tilted her head back, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, her gaze fixed on his lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that promised exquisite release. Her mind, usually so focused and precise, was now a kaleidoscope of sensations and desires, all converging on this single, perfect moment.

Rimuru’s other hand found her waist, drawing her flush against him. Shuna gasped, her body arching into his. The silken fabric of their clothes offered little resistance, but instead, seemed to amplify the friction, the exquisite sensation of skin against skin. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, a testament to his own desire, a powerful reassurance that her feelings were reciprocated. Her mind, lost in a fog of arousal, registered the thought, the thrilling possibility of his strength and power directed solely towards her, and a shiver of pure pleasure ran down her spine.

Then, he kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss, but one filled with the pent-up longing of weeks, perhaps months. His lips were warm and firm, pressing against hers with a fervor that stole her breath away. Shuna, no longer able to contain herself, responded with an equal passion. Her hands, usually so steady, trembled as they found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in its soft strands. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, exploring, a dance of raw, unadulterated desire. She moaned into his mouth, a sound of pure ecstasy, her body melting against his.

Rimuru’s hands moved, caressing her back, her hips, tracing the curves of her form. His touch was both reverent and possessive, a delicious contradiction that sent waves of heat through her. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Shuna,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “I… I can’t wait any longer.”

Shuna’s eyes, wide and luminous, met his. “I know,” she whispered back, her own desire mirroring his. She felt a surge of courage, fueled by the intoxicating power of their shared passion. She wanted to give him everything, to explore every facet of their connection, to delve into depths of pleasure neither of them had known existed. The tag of "Anal" flickered in her mind, a daring, thrilling thought, a path to ultimate intimacy.

With trembling fingers, Shuna began to undo the ties of her kimono. Rimuru’s eyes darkened with a primal hunger as the silk parted, revealing the pale, exquisite skin beneath. He watched, mesmerized, as she shrugged off the garment, letting it pool around her feet, leaving her clad only in her delicate undergarments. Her pink hair, now unbound, spilled around her like a silken waterfall, framing her blushing face and wide, expectant eyes. He could see the exquisite curve of her hips, the delicate swell of her breasts, and he found himself utterly captivated by her beauty, by her willingness to bare herself to him.

“Rimuru-sama,” Shuna whispered, her voice laced with a vulnerability that tugged at his heart. She met his gaze, her eyes holding a silent question, a plea for him to take the lead, to guide her through this uncharted territory of their passion. She felt a tremor of nervousness, but it was overshadowed by an overwhelming surge of desire, a yearning to experience his full power, his complete possession.

Rimuru’s own desire had reached a fever pitch. He gently reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, to the delicate curve of her collarbone. “You are so beautiful, Shuna,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He knelt before her, his gaze sweeping over her body, taking in every exquisite detail. He saw the slight tremor in her hands, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that this was what he wanted. He wanted to worship her, to explore her, to claim her in every way imaginable.

His eyes fell upon her backside, the generous curve of her ample behind. The "Big Ass" tag, a simple descriptor, now ignited a burning desire within him. He had always admired her grace and beauty, but in this moment, with her so exposed, so vulnerable, so utterly captivating, a new, primal urge surged through him. He wanted to feel the smoothness of her skin beneath his hands, to press his face into the curve of her flesh, to taste her. He envisioned his lips against her supple skin, his tongue teasing and caressing, and a deep groan rumbled in his chest.

With deliberate slowness, he reached out and gently pulled at the edge of her undergarments. Shuna held her breath, her body tensing with anticipation. He eased the fabric down her legs, her smooth, pale skin revealed in all its glory. Her full, round bottom was a sight that took his breath away, a masterpiece of nature’s artistry. He found himself mesmerized by its perfection, the way it seemed to invite his touch, his caress.

“Shuna,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, then the soft skin of her thigh. She shivered at his touch, her knees threatening to buckle. He cupped her behind, his hands sinking into the yielding flesh, marveling at its softness and fullness. The sheer volume of her flesh was intoxicating, promising a depth of sensation he had only dreamed of.

He brought his lips to the swell of her buttock, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the smooth skin. Shuna let out a soft whimper, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The sensation was both foreign and incredibly arousing, a tantalizing blend of pleasure and anticipation. She felt a tickle, a teasing pressure as his lips moved, exploring the landscape of her curves. Her mind raced, a dizzying whirl of pleasure, as she felt his breath against her skin, a precursor to something even more intimate.

Rimuru’s gaze flickered to the crevice between her buttocks, a dark, tantalizing promise. The "Butthole" tag, once a mere descriptor, now represented a forbidden frontier, a gateway to ultimate surrender. He felt a surge of primal hunger, a desire to explore every inch of her, to possess her in ways that transcended the ordinary. He wanted to feel her warmth, her wetness, the exquisite tightness of her core. He envisioned his tongue delving deep, tasting her essence, bringing her to the brink of pleasure.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. “Shuna,” he murmured, his voice laced with a desire that mirrored her own. “Are you ready?”

Shuna nodded, her breath catching in her throat. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She was ready. Ready for him, for whatever he wished to explore, for the depths of pleasure he promised. She shifted her stance slightly, allowing him better access, her body naturally orienting itself towards his will. Her pink hair framed her flushed face, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The "Anal" tag, once a whispered thought, now became a palpable reality, a path to an experience that promised to redefine their intimacy.

Rimuru, with immense gentleness, positioned himself behind her. He spread her buttocks apart, his fingers caressing the soft skin, preparing her for the coming sensation. Shuna gasped at the tenderness of his touch, her body arching instinctively into his hands. She felt a wave of heat flood her core, a tingling sensation that promised immense pleasure.

“Just relax, my love,” Rimuru whispered, his voice a soothing balm against her rising nerves. He dipped a finger into her, gently exploring the entrance. Shuna moaned softly, her body relaxing into his touch. The sensation was intense, a stretching, a fullness that was both daunting and exhilarating. She trusted him implicitly, her desire to please him overriding any apprehension.

Rimuru continued to tease and prepare her, his fingers skillfully working their magic, coaxing her body into readiness. Shuna’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt a delicious warmth spreading through her, a melting sensation that made her feel utterly pliant in his hands. The "Creampie" tag, a fervent wish, began to feel within reach, a promise of the ultimate culmination of their shared passion.

When she felt ready, when her body thrummed with a desperate need, she whispered, “Rimuru-sama… please.”

Rimuru’s eyes, dark with passion, met hers in the reflection of a nearby polished surface. He nudged her forward slightly, her body now perfectly positioned. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to enter her. Shuna cried out, a sound of intense pleasure and surprise as his hardness slid into her. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, a deep, profound fullness that stretched her to her limits. Her body tensed, then slowly began to relax around him, accepting his penetration.

“Oh, Rimuru-sama,” she moaned, her voice thick with sensation. She felt the exquisite friction as he began to move within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her back arched, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of her discarded kimono, and she felt herself clinging to him, her entire being focused on the incredible sensations he was creating.

Rimuru’s movements were powerful, yet controlled. He drove into her with a primal rhythm, his body pressing against her ample backside, the flesh of her "Big Ass" yielding to his powerful thrusts. He whispered words of adoration, of desire, his breath hot against her ear, and Shuna reveled in his praise, her own moans and whimpers rising in volume. She felt the exquisite pressure deep within her, the fulfilling sensation of being completely filled by him. Her thoughts dissolved into pure sensation, into the primal rhythm of their bodies moving as one.

He felt the tightness of her, the way her body clenched around him, and it fueled his own desire. He knew he was pushing her limits, but he also knew, with absolute certainty, that she was enjoying it, craving it. He gritted his teeth, pushing deeper, faster, his strokes becoming more urgent, more demanding. Shuna cried out, her body arching wildly as she neared her climax. The feeling was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. She felt herself losing control, her mind a whirlwind of ecstatic sensation. She felt his body tensing behind her, felt the building pressure within him. The promise of the "Creampie" was drawing near.

“Rimuru-sama!” she gasped, her voice strained. “I… I can’t…!”

He held her tighter, his own climax imminent. “You’re so good, Shuna,” he growled, his voice raw. He felt the exquisite sensation of her body clenching around him, her pleasure fueling his own. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his own release washing over him in a torrent of pleasure. He felt the warmth of his seed filling her, a profound sense of completion and connection. He whispered her name, the sound of pure ecstasy, as he poured himself into her, claiming her entirely.

Shuna cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as the climax hit her with full force. It was an explosion of sensation, a release so intense that it left her breathless and weak. She sagged against him, her body trembling, her mind blissfully empty, filled only with the lingering echoes of pleasure. She felt the warmth of his seed within her, a tangible symbol of their intimacy, and a profound sense of contentment washed over her. The "Anal" encounter had been everything she had dreamed of and more, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Rimuru gently withdrew from her, his body still slick with sweat. He held her close, kissing her temple, her hair. “Are you alright?” he whispered, his voice still rough with the aftermath of passion.

Shuna, still catching her breath, leaned into his embrace. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft and content. “More than alright.” She felt a warmth spreading through her, a deep, satisfying ache that was the promise of a profound connection. She nuzzled into his chest, reveling in the intimacy of their shared moment. The "Creampie" was a memory etched into her being, a testament to their ultimate surrender.

He gently turned her to face him. Her pink hair was tousled, her face flushed, her eyes luminous with satisfaction. He gently caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her lips. “That was… incredible, Shuna.”

Shuna smiled, a soft, knowing smile. “It was, Rimuru-sama. Thank you.” She looked at him, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. She had given herself to him completely, and in return, he had shown her a depth of pleasure and intimacy she had never imagined. The memory of his strong hands on her ample posterior, his deep penetration, and the ultimate release within her, was a testament to their passion. She knew, in that moment, that their bond had deepened, transformed by the raw, unadulterated passion they had shared. It was a beginning, a promise of many more stolen moments, many more shared ecstasies. She felt utterly cherished, utterly loved, and utterly his. The romantic tension had dissolved into a profound, deeply satisfying intimacy, a testament to the powerful connection they shared.