After a moment to catch their breath, Arthur rolled them so she straddled him, his hands on her hips, guiding her. Seraphina rose above him, her silver hair swaying like a curtain, her full breasts bouncing with each deliberate roll of her hips. She controlled the pace now, grinding slowly, feeling him throb inside her, the angle hitting new depths that made her gasp. His eyes drank in the sight—her toned stomach flexing, the engagement ring gleaming on her hand as she braced against his chest, projecting tiny holographic petals that danced in the air. "You're incredible," he said, his voice rough with desire, thumbs circling her nipples.

She leaned down, kissing him deeply, their bodies moving in harmony. The enchantments in the ring seemed to amplify their connection, making every touch more intense, every sensation shared as if through a neural link. She quickened her pace, riding him with abandon, her moans growing louder as another orgasm approached. Arthur's hands gripped her thighs, helping her, his own pleasure building. They came together this time, her walls fluttering around him as he pulsed within her, waves of bliss washing over them, the bed's haptics vibrating in sync.

Time blurred in a haze of exploration. They shifted to their sides, her leg draped over his hip, allowing languid, intimate thrusts while they whispered endearments. "You'll emerge stronger than ever," he murmured, his hand cradling her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "And I'll be waiting."

"I'll carry this night with me," she replied, her voice soft, eyes shining with love. His movements were gentle yet deep, building slowly to another peak, their kisses lingering, souls entwined through the ring's bond.

Later, he took her from behind, her hands bracing against the headboard as he entered her with a steady, relentless pace. His chest pressed to her back, one hand sliding around to rub her clit, the other cupping her breast. The position allowed him deeper access, his thick length stretching her deliciously. She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust, her sensitive ears catching his low grunts, the rhythmic slap of their bodies. Pleasure built like a crescendo, exploding in a shudder that left her quaking, her cry muffled by the pillow.

They paused for hydration, the holographic carafe projecting a menu of infused options; they chose a revitalizing elixir, laughing softly as they caught their breath, fingers tracing lazy patterns on sweat-slicked skin. But desire reignited with a look, a touch—Arthur pulling her against the smart glass window, her back to the pane overlooking the starry clouds. Her legs wrapped around him as he lifted her, entering with a thrust that made her cry out. The contrast of cool glass—temperature-regulated—and his hot body heightened everything, the faint vibrations from their fervor humming through the reinforced pane, the holographic overlay flickering with augmented stars. They moved together, passionate and urgent, the cosmos bearing witness to their love.

Hours slipped by, their stamina fueled by the depth of their connection and subtle bio-augments of the era. They explored every position, every caress, reaffirming their bond. By the time exhaustion began to creep in, the room was heavy with their mingled scents—musk, sweat, the faint floral of her hair. Arthur pulled her close, his black hair damp against his brow, deep blue eyes soft with contentment. "Shower?" he suggested, his voice husky, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Seraphina nodded, a lazy smile curving her lips, her body humming with residual pleasure. He helped her up, their limbs tangled, and led her to the en-suite bathroom—a spacious haven of adaptive marble and chrome, with a multi-jet rainfall showerhead, heated floors with haptic massage, and holographic controls projecting steam patterns. The magnetic door slid shut behind them, the smart lights dimming to a soft, intimate glow as they entered, steam beginning to rise as Arthur voice-commanded the water to a perfect warmth, infused with soothing essences.

They stepped under the spray together, the hot water cascading over them like a cleansing digital rain, jets adjusting automatically to their bodies. Seraphina tilted her head back, letting it soak her silver hair, the droplets tracing rivulets down her curves, the holographic steam forming faint, swirling patterns around them like a private nebula.

Arthur reached for the shower gel—scented with pine and herbs, dispensed from a smart nozzle—and lathered it in his hands, his touch gentle as he washed her. His palms glided over her shoulders, down her arms, lingering on the engagement ring, which gleamed under the water, its plum blossoms seeming to dance in holographic bloom. He cupped her breasts, soaping them with reverent care, thumbs brushing her nipples, eliciting a soft sigh.

She returned the favor, her hands exploring his body—tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, lower to his semi-hard length, washing him with tender strokes. Their touches turned playful, then passionate again, kisses shared under the stream, bodies pressing close. Arthur's arousal stirred anew, hardening under her touch, but as he glanced around, he realized—no condoms in the shower caddy, the suite's amenities focused on relaxation rather than protection.

Seraphina noticed his hesitation, her ice-blue eyes sparkling with mischief and love. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice husky over the water's patter, her pointed ears twitching at the amplified sounds. "Let me take care of you... for the first time like this." She sank to her knees on the heated, non-slip floor, the water streaming down her back, her silver hair clinging like wet silk. Her hands wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking slowly, her engagement ring cool against his heat. She looked up at him, her super beautiful face—flawless porcelain skin, high cheekbones, full lips, and those piercing ice-blue eyes—framed by the cascading water, a vision of ethereal beauty.

Arthur groaned, his hand gently cupping her head, fingers threading through her hair. "Sera... you don't have to—"

"I want to," she interrupted, her voice filled with passion and affection, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip. For the first time, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling with deliberate care. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, wet, her half-elven sensitivity making every nuance electric for her as well. She bobbed slowly at first, taking him deeper with each motion, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The water amplified the sounds, her soft hums vibrating against him, sending shivers through his body.

He watched her, awe-struck by her beauty and devotion, his deep blue eyes locked on her face. "God, Sera... you're amazing." She quickened her pace, hollowing her cheeks, her free hand cupping his balls gently, massaging with expert touch. Pleasure built in him like a storm, his hips bucking slightly, but he let her control, her love pouring into every action.

As he neared the edge, she pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice breathy and commanding, "Cum on my face, Arthur. Mark me as yours." Her words, laced with vulnerability and desire, pushed him over. He groaned deeply, pulling out as she stroked him to release, hot ropes painting her flawless features—across her cheeks, lips, and forehead, mixing with the water streaming down. She smiled up at him, radiant even in the mess, her ice-blue eyes shining with satisfaction and love.

Arthur helped her up, kissing her tenderly, tasting himself faintly as he washed her face clean under the spray. "I love you so much," he murmured, holding her close.

"And I you," she replied, their bodies entwined, the shower's holographic steam enveloping them like a cocoon. As the water cooled, they dried each other with fluffy, auto-heated towels, laughter mingling with whispers of love. Back in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Seraphina nestled against him, her head on his chest, the ring a cool weight between them. "Come back to me stronger," he murmured.

"I will," she promised, her voice a whisper of resolve and affection. This night—a tapestry of passion, love, and unbreakable bond—would sustain her through the isolation, a memory of fire to temper her ice.

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