Tione Hiryute | Danmachi Is It Wrong To Try To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon - Gallery

The humid air of the Hostel’s private quarters clung to Tione Hiryute like a second skin, a comforting embrace after a grueling day in the Dungeon. The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across the room, highlighting the sleek, dark sheen of her skin, a testament to her Amazonian heritage and a feature she’d often felt set her apart, but tonight, under the watchful gaze of one particular individual, it felt like a beacon. She stretched, a languid, feline motion that pulled at the simple, loose-fitting tunic she wore. Her ears twitched, picking up the soft, rhythmic sound of a heart beating steadily from just outside the door, a sound that always sent a jolt of anticipation through her. Tonight, the usual restless energy that permeated her very being was tempered by a profound, simmering desire, a yearning that had been building for weeks, fueled by stolen glances and hushed conversations. She traced the curve of her own hip, her fingers brushing against the smooth, firm flesh, a silent acknowledgment of the power that resided within her, a power that was about to be unleashed. The low murmur of voices from the common area was a distant hum, irrelevant to the intimate world she was preparing to enter. Her mind replayed a memory from earlier that day: a shared smile, a brush of hands, a whispered promise that had set her insides ablaze. It was a promise that hung in the air now, thick with unspoken possibilities.

A soft knock echoed, breaking the expectant silence. Tione’s breath hitched. This was it. She took a steadying breath, her dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration. “Come in,” she called out, her voice a low purr. The door creaked open, revealing the figure she’d been waiting for. Bell Cranel stood there, his boyish features softened by the dim light, his usually bright eyes holding a gentle intensity that always disarmed her. He carried a small, intricately carved wooden box, a gift she suspected, but the true gift was the shy, hopeful smile that graced his lips. The air between them crackled, charged with an electricity that had nothing to do with the ambient temperature. Tione’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She noticed the way his gaze lingered on her, a silent appraisal that made her skin tingle. It wasn’t just admiration; there was a raw, burgeoning hunger there that mirrored her own.

“Tione,” Bell’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. “I… I hope I’m not intruding.”

Tione shook her head, a slow, deliberate movement. She crossed the room, her bare feet padding silently on the wooden floor, stopping just a breath away from him. The scent of his cologne, something earthy and clean, filled her senses. “Never,” she murmured, her voice husky. She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over the roughspun fabric of his tunic, feeling the warmth radiating from beneath. “I’ve been waiting.”

Bell’s eyes widened slightly, a flush creeping up his neck. He held out the wooden box. “This is for you,” he said, his gaze dropping to her hands. “A small token.”

Tione accepted the box, her fingers brushing against his. The touch sent a shiver through her. She opened it, revealing a delicate silver pendant, shaped like a small, stylized lightning bolt. It was beautiful, and more importantly, it was thoughtful. “It’s perfect,” she breathed, her gaze meeting his again. The unspoken feelings were a tangible force between them, a silent conversation of desire and burgeoning affection. The shadows in the room seemed to deepen, embracing them in their intimate embrace.

“I was thinking,” Bell began, his voice a little stronger now, as if emboldened by her reaction, “about… about us. And about how much I… I admire you. Your strength, your courage, your… your beauty.” He stumbled over the last word, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

Tione’s smile widened. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And I admire you, Bell Cranel. Your kindness, your determination… and your… potential.” Her gaze flickered downwards, then back up to his eyes, a silent challenge and an invitation all in one. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the silence between them no longer awkward, but filled with the unspoken promise of what was to come. She could feel his heart rate quicken, a mirror of her own racing pulse. The day’s exhaustion seemed to melt away, replaced by a potent, invigorating energy. The world outside this room ceased to exist.

With a boldness that surprised even herself, Tione reached out and gently tugged on the hem of his tunic. “Come here,” she whispered, her dark eyes locking onto his. Bell, mesmerized and utterly captivated, took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her lips. The pendant, still in Tione’s hand, caught the lamplight, glinting with an inner fire that seemed to echo the passion igniting within her. She could feel his desire radiating off him, a palpable heat that mingled with her own. Her Amazonian instincts, honed by years of combat and survival, told her he was vulnerable, yet so full of untapped power. She wanted to explore both.

Slowly, deliberately, Tione raised her free hand and traced the line of his jaw, her fingertips grazing the soft stubble. Bell’s breath hitched, and he leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a fleeting moment. This was more than just a flirtation; it was an awakening. The tension that had been building between them for so long was reaching a fever pitch, a coiled spring ready to snap. She could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest, the subtle tremor that ran through him. The small wooden box slipped from her grasp and landed with a soft thud on the floor, unnoticed and unheeded. All that mattered was the intoxicating proximity, the shared awareness of the precipice they were teetering on. She wanted to push him, and herself, over the edge.

“You’re so… earnest,” Tione murmured, her voice a low, throaty growl. Her thumb brushed across his bottom lip, and he parted them slightly, a silent invitation. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the lamplight, a contrast to his fair complexion, and she reveled in the visual symphony of their differences, a harmony that promised a unique and profound connection. She could feel the subtle tension in his muscles, the readiness of his body. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled desires, a primal perfume that filled the small room. This was not just about lust; it was about a deep-seated attraction, a magnetic pull that had drawn them together, forging a bond that was as powerful as any dungeon adventure.

“I… I like you, Tione,” Bell managed to whisper, his voice rough with emotion. His eyes fluttered open, and Tione was met with a look of pure adoration, a gaze that made her knees feel weak. It was a look she hadn't seen directed at her in a long time, if ever. It was pure, unadulterated desire, mixed with a tenderness that struck her to the core. Her own heart ached with a response she could no longer suppress. She leaned in, her dark hair brushing against his cheek, and captured his lips in a kiss that was both tentative and hungry. It was a kiss that spoke of weeks of unspoken longing, of stolen moments and lingering glances, finally allowed to bloom.

The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of discovery. Tione moaned softly, her hands moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She felt his hands tentatively wrap around her waist, his touch sending sparks across her skin. The loose tunic shifted, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and Bell’s breath hitched. He traced the line of her collarbone with his lips, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Tione arched into him, her own desire surging, a tidal wave threatening to consume her. She wanted more, so much more, than just kisses and embraces. She wanted to explore every inch of him, to feel him entwined with her completely. Her dark skin felt electric under his tentative caresses, a canvas for his growing exploration. The lamplight flickered, casting them in a more intimate glow, as the passion that had simmered for so long finally began to boil over.

With a soft gasp, Bell broke the kiss, his eyes wide and searching. “Tione…” he breathed, his voice hoarse. He looked so vulnerable, so open, and Tione felt a surge of protectiveness, a desire to cherish this raw emotion. But beneath the tenderness, the raw lust that had been building was undeniable. She gently guided him towards the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate. As they moved, their bodies remained in contact, his hands now firmly around her waist, her arms loosely draped around his neck. The simple act of undressing each other became a sensual exploration, each revealed inch of skin met with a gasp of awe and a renewed surge of desire. The soft fabric of her tunic slid down her arms, revealing the smooth, dark expanse of her torso. Bell’s gaze followed the movement, his eyes wide with wonder. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hipbone, then moving upwards, his touch sending shivers across her skin.

Tione’s turn came, her fingers fumbling slightly with the ties of his tunic, eager to expose the lean muscles beneath. As his tunic fell away, revealing his chest, she let out a soft sigh of appreciation. His skin was fair, unblemished, a stark contrast to her own darker hue, and the sight ignited a primal fire within her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the soft skin of his chest, then moving lower, her tongue tracing a delicate path towards his hardening nipple. Bell moaned, his hands clenching in her hair, a silent plea for more. The raw, untamed desire in his eyes mirrored her own. The night was young, and they had so much to explore, so much to discover within each other. The world outside the room had faded into a distant memory, replaced by the intoxicating reality of their shared passion.

With a low growl of pure, unadulterated pleasure, Bell pulled Tione closer, his hands now cradling her face. “I want you, Tione,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath catch. Tione met his gaze, her own dark eyes alight with a similar fervor. She leaned in, her lips brushing his, and then she was on him, her body pressing against his, the heat between them almost unbearable. She felt the hardened length of him press against her, a promise of the pleasure to come. Her fingers, nimble and experienced, began to explore the contours of his body, mapping every muscle, every curve, with a tender possessiveness. She savored the feel of his skin beneath her touch, the warmth radiating from him. Then, with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down his spine, she moved lower, her lips trailing across his abdomen, her breath a soft caress against his skin. Bell let out a ragged groan, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. Tione’s dark skin gleamed under the lamplight as she continued her descent, her senses heightened by the raw power she felt emanating from him. This was more than just a physical act; it was a communion, a merging of two souls, fueled by a passion that had been simmering for far too long. She could feel his anticipation, the tremors that ran through his body, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted to give him everything, to explore every facet of his pleasure, to drown in the intensity of their shared experience. The sounds of his pleasure, soft moans and gasps, spurred her on, each sound a testament to the power she held, the pleasure she was weaving.

Tione’s dark tongue met the pulsing head of his arousal, and Bell cried out, his body arching off the bed. Her lips closed around him, her skilled hands guiding him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then quickening as she felt him respond with an explosive intensity. She delighted in the taste of him, the raw, masculine essence that filled her senses. She focused on his every reaction, her keen senses attuned to his slightest tremor, his softest sigh. She loved watching his face contort with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling. It was a profound intimacy, a vulnerability she cherished and exploited with equal measure. She felt his power build, a surging tide that she expertly guided, drawing out each wave of pleasure until he was utterly spent, collapsing back onto the bed, panting and breathless. He looked at her with an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss, his eyes shining with a gratitude and adoration that made her heart swell. She felt a profound sense of satisfaction, the primal urge to nurture and to dominate, fulfilled. But this was only the beginning. Her own desire was far from sated, and the sight of him so vulnerable, so open, ignited a new fire within her.

As Bell’s ragged breaths began to even out, Tione climbed back onto the bed, her dark skin a stark contrast against his paler form. She straddled him, her hips settling over his, a silent declaration of her intent. Bell’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and renewed desire crossing his features. He reached up, his hands now tracing the curves of her body, his touch more confident, more demanding than before. Tione purred, a low, guttural sound of pleasure, and lowered herself onto him, her body molding to his. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect fit, a completion she had long craved. She moved her hips slowly, deliberately, her gaze locked onto his, a silent challenge and an invitation. Bell’s hands clenched, his nails digging lightly into her hips as he met her rhythm, their bodies beginning to move together in a primal dance. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and desire, a potent perfume that intoxicated them both. Tione closed her eyes, reveling in the sheer physical pleasure, the friction of their bodies, the building intensity. She felt the power shift, and she relished it, guiding their rhythm with expert precision, each thrust deeper than the last. She whispered his name, her voice a husky rasp, and felt him respond with a groan, his own rhythm picking up speed. The sounds they made filled the room – soft moans, sharp gasps, the rustling of sheets – a symphony of passion and surrender. This was more than just sex; it was a raw, visceral connection, a merging of their very beings. The raw, dark beauty of her skin against his, the contrast of their strengths, was a breathtaking sight, a testament to the unique and powerful bond they were forging. Her dark, powerful legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She wanted to lose herself in him, to feel him consume her.

Tione’s dark skin shimmered with sweat under the lamplight as she rode Bell, her movements becoming increasingly frenzied. Each thrust sent waves of pure pleasure through her, a tidal wave that threatened to engulf her. She could feel the muscles in her core clenching, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She met Bell’s gaze, her dark eyes blazing with a passion that mirrored his own. He was watching her, his own pleasure clearly evident in the tightening of his jaw and the deep growls rumbling in his chest. “Tione… you’re amazing,” he panted, his voice rough with emotion. Her name, spoken with such raw desire, was an intoxicating aphrodisiac. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, whispering words of encouragement, of shared pleasure, fueling the fire that raged between them. Her dark, supple body moved with an innate grace and power, an Amazonian force of nature that was both beautiful and terrifying in its intensity. She shifted her position slightly, her dark thighs pressing against his sides, her hips grinding against him with a delicious friction. The sensation was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that brought her closer and closer to the precipice. She could feel him responding to her every movement, his own body arching and tensing in response to her mastery. This was the apex of their encounter, the culmination of all the unspoken desires and lingering glances. She pushed harder, faster, urging them both towards the inevitable climax. The world outside faded into insignificance, the only reality the intense connection, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure they were experiencing together. Her dark skin glowed with exertion and ecstasy. She felt the tension within her build, coiling tighter and tighter, until with a final, ecstatic cry, she surrendered to the storm, her body convulsing around him, reaching a peak of pleasure so profound it stole her breath. Bell cried out her name, his own release following hers in a powerful wave, their bodies shuddering together in the aftermath. The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, the scent of their mingled sweat, and the lingering echoes of their shared ecstasy.

As the intensity of their climax subsided, Tione collapsed onto Bell’s chest, her body slick with sweat, her heart hammering against his. Her dark skin was flushed with exertion and satisfaction. She felt a deep sense of peace settle over her, a contentment that was as profound as the passion they had just shared. Bell held her tightly, his arms strong and reassuring around her. He stroked her dark hair, his touch gentle and tender. “Tione,” he murmured, his voice soft, “that was… incredible.”

Tione nuzzled into his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart a soothing balm. “It was,” she agreed, her voice still a little breathless. She felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling that went beyond mere physical satisfaction. It was a connection, a bond forged in the fires of their shared desire. She raised her head, her dark eyes meeting his. The intensity was still there, but now it was tempered with a tenderness that made her heart ache. She reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Thank you, Bell,” she whispered. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a moment, savoring the intimacy. The lamplight cast long shadows, creating a tranquil, intimate atmosphere. The wooden box, still on the floor, lay forgotten, its contents now overshadowed by the profound exchange that had just taken place. They lay entangled, their bodies still warm from their passionate encounter, a silent testament to the depth of their feelings. This was not just a fleeting fling; it was the beginning of something more, a shared journey that had just taken its first, exhilarating steps. The soft murmurs of their whispered affections filled the air, a promise of future nights, of continued exploration, and of a love that was just beginning to bloom in the heart of the bustling city.