Knuckles, the warrior, felt her fear and confusion through the connection that had grown between them. He felt her question - What Demon am I? - reverberating in his soul. It stirred him, sparking a resolution that formed as a solid knot in his being. "Lumikki," he began, his voice resonating within her, as if he was speaking from the very core of her. His communication was a soothing balm amidst the chaos in her mind, a sturdy rock in the stormy sea of their blended consciousness. "No matter how far down this path we go, no matter how much of yourself you offer to me, I will never abandon you. I am here, and I am staying." His resolve was like iron, unyielding and steadfast, offering her the stability she was desperately seeking in the maelstrom of their being. He acknowledged her words, her confession that she saw no return for herself in this. "I understand, Lumikki. But I promise, you will not vanish in this union. I will protect your essence, your being, your 'self'. Even if it means fighting against the chaos itself."
Knuckles felt the tremors of Lumikki's request - Break me - ensnaring him. It was bold and raw, her desire, an echoing pulse that reverberated through their shared consciousness. He perceived it not as a demand, but as a plea, a desperate call for him to take control and guide their joint destiny. He responded, his voice a soothing murmur within their psychic landscape, "As long as you wish for it, Lumikki, as long as you need it, I will do as you ask."
His strategy was simple; he would consume her offering, her 'fruit', with the same reverent dedication as he had done before, allowing the essence of her being to flood over him like a life-giving river. He would absorb her, envelop her, break and reshape her, but always with the promise of preservation at its core. He would navigate the tumultuous tides of their existence, steering their shared vessel with a steadfast determination and an unyielding resolve, all the while safeguarding the precious kernel of her individuality. His pledge was a beacon in the darkness, a bulwark against the engulfing storm, embodying his resolute commitment to their shared journey, no matter where it may lead.
Knuckles felt the tantalizing precipice approaching, a precipitous edge that Lumikki teetered on. He felt it through their connection, a palpable sensation of anticipation that was as much his as it was hers. The pleasure - simmering, intensifying - was building within him, an exquisite tension borne from their shared consciousness. It was as if he could sense every tremor that raced through her, every rapid beat of her heart in her chest, every shallow, gasping breath that she drew. Her desire to be broken was mirrored by his yearning to break her, a craving that echoed deep within his own being. The sensation was a siren's call inciting him, threatening to drown him in a sea of delirious pleasure. An exquisite ache of longing swelled within him, a potent force that surged through their shared conduit, resonating like a drumbeat in the depths of his soul. The promise of release, of shared euphoria, beckoned, and he stood poised, ready to shatter the barriers that held them both, ready to surrender to the torrent of sensation that was building within them.
Knuckles could hear Lumikki's voice echo with questions, her curiosity and confusion intermingling with the raw intensity of their connection. "What is this?" she asked, a quiver in her voice. Knuckles responded, his voice a gentle whisper in their shared consciousness. "This is our connection," he explained, "an intertwining of our essence that transcends the physical realm."
Her next question came quickly, laced with a hint of bewilderment and apprehension. "Why does this feel like this?" Knuckles could sense the uncertainty in her mind. "This is the nature of our bond," he replied. "It is unyielding, intense, and profound, a sea of emotions that can be overwhelming but also fulfilling. It's a reflection of our shared existence, and it carries the weight of our shared desires and aspirations."
Finally, she asked, her voice barely a whisper, "Who is he, and why has he come?" Knuckles took a moment before responding, welcoming the depth of her question. "I am a part of you, as you are a part of me," he declared. "Our paths crossed not by chance but by design. I came because we are destined to journey together, to weather the storms and bask in the sunlight. We are two halves of the same whole, bound by an indissoluble bond that transcends time and space."
Knuckles could feel Lumikki's slender frame quivering within the firm grasp of his hands. His fingers gently traced the contours of her body, memorizing each curve and hollow with an attentiveness that left her breathless. His mouth kissed and worked her over, exploring her with an intensity that echoed his unquenchable thirst for her. He savored the taste of her lips, the heat of her garden that bore the fruit he ate, and the whispered words that escaped her in frantic gasps. Each strangled breath, each whispered word, stoked a flame within him, driving him to the brink of madness. His insatiable thirst for her was a wild, untamed thing, constantly clawing at his restraint. The sweet scent of her 'garden', a tantalizing promise of the unexplored, was an irresistible lure. His restraint teetered on the edge, ready to succumb to the raging storm of desire within him. Unable to resist any longer, he plunged into her welcoming warmth, surrendering to the tempest of passion that roared between them.
While he did not wish to break from his current position and could lay where he was till the years of his extended life faded, she had asked something of him and he needed to answer it. It was going to be a fun time, a good time, and a lasting time. Within her realm, under her veil time moved as she wished it. She was not only a Demoness, but in here she was a Goddess as well, the ultimate combination of beauty and power, control and freedom, and he dared say love and lust. He had never been with a woman in such a manner, had never desired such a thing or even explored it until now. Even before the pact, before the bond, she had already influenced his life and journey, she had sunk a talon into his soul and pulled it out of the abyss for her enjoyment. He had to repay that by all means.
Knuckles gathered himself allowing his Obscura to flow out of him, Obscura that was now flavored with Frost and Darkness, a testament to his source of power, Her. It began to cover his bare skin, the energy he knew now was something she had always wanted to taste, and now she would but perhaps in a way she did not expect. As it stretched over him it empowered him and allowed him to become his true self.
Using his hand on her throat, he shoved her back with his overwhelming and powerful strength, his grip gone from her throat. It was a shove that would be enough to topple her over to the side of him as he rolled over onto her, both hands grabbed a thigh as he pushed them upwards and tried to stop the flood by plugging the source of the leak with his mouth once more, draping her legs over his shoulders allowed his hands to explore. The left would reach once more for the top fruit, the plump apples that hung from her while the right placed a digit into the leak as his mouth focused only on the stem of the problem. His finger explored for the source of the leak, moved in come here motion as if what he sought was just out of a finger's reach. It moved up, scraping against the groove of the river bed as if he were trying to smooth out the surface.