The morning sun filtered through the window of their quaint mountain cabin, casting a warm glow over the couple sleeping soundly in the bed. Daren stretched out an arm, finding his wife's soft skin under the blankets. She stirred, rolling over to face him with a content sigh.
"Morning," Aria murmured, her eyes still half-closed.
Daren smiled, running a hand through her silky hair. They'd found peace here after years of adventuring across the world - a small village nestled deep within the mountains, away from the chaos and dangers they once faced. He couldn't help but feel grateful for this simple life they'd built together.
As he sat up, Daren glanced at the worn clock on the nightstand. It was still early; they had time before starting their daily chores at the inn. He leaned down to kiss Aria's forehead. "Let's take a walk by the lake before work."
Aria yawned, sitting up as well. "Sounds lovely," she agreed, tossing off the blanket and padding barefoot to the adjoining bathroom.
The couple walked hand in hand along the winding path that led to the crystal-clear lake nearby. The cool morning air caressed against their skin, bringing them relief from the summer heat. As they reached the waterfront, Aria took a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the serenity around them.
"We should enjoy this while we can," Daren said, smiling at her. "Our adventures will resume soon enough."
Aria nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning into him. "I know darling but I love our simple life, it's peaceful and calm."
They shared a tender kiss before heading back home for their chores which included cleaning, cooking, serving customers, and other inn responsibilities.
Later that evening, as they cuddled on the couch watching the fireplace die down, Aria asked if there was anything bothering Daren as he looked lost in thought. He shook his head no, hiding what truly plagued his mind.
Aria hummed softly, running her fingers through his hair. "Maybe something's eating you up?" She asked with a raised brow.
Daren sighed, taking a deep breath. "Nothing important dear" he said finally.
Aria smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Well then," she purred, "let's fuck like rabbits." And with that, she mounted him, beginning to ride his cock with a passion only reserved for him, moaning his name as she did so.
As Aria rode Daren's hard length, her moans filling the quiet room, he gripped her hips tightly, holding on for the ride of his life. His hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve and dip, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Their love-making was intense, fueled by desire and need, almost primal.
With a shout, Daren poured himself into her, hiltching hard and fast, seeking release from the tension building within. Aria met him stroke for stroke, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. Their union was fluid and hot, a dance of bodies moving as one.
And then, it was over. They collapsed together, panting heavily, hearts racing. "I love you," he whispered, nuzzling his face into her neck.
Aria giggled, kissing along his jawline. "I know darling, I love you too." She smirked before standing up, walking to the bathroom. "Now clean up,"
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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Starhaven Inn, painting the wooden floors in gold. Aria hummed as she flipped a pancake—or at least, she tried to. Her eyes weren't on the stove, but on the man lounging at the dining table, his white hair catching the light like spun silver.
Daren.
Her husband. Her obsession. The only man in the world who could make her forget she was once a woman who'd split mountains with a whisper.
"Burnin' something, love." Daren smirked without looking up from his book.
Aria blinked. The pancake was black. Smoke curled toward the ceiling.
"Oops." She giggled, waving a hand. The smoke vanished. The pancake regenerated—fluffy, golden, 'perfect'—because reality itself bent when Aria pouted.
Daren finally glanced up, his golden eyes crinkling. "Show-off."
"Only for you~" She slid the plate toward him, hips swaying with unnecessary drama. A strand of her brown hair 'accidentally' brushed his cheek.
A low growl rattled the teacups. Not from Daren—from the shadows under the table, where Aria's magic coiled like a jealous serpent.
Daren ignored it. He was used to his wife's… 'passionate' tendencies.
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The bell above the door jingled. A merchant stumbled in, frost still clinging to his boots from the mountain pass. His gaze locked onto Aria—tall, radiant, leaning over the counter with a smile that could melt empires.
"W-Welcome to the Starhaven Inn!" she chirped.
The merchant opened his mouth—
"She's married." Daren's voice was pleasant. 'Too' pleasant.
The man's eyes flicked to Daren. Then to the way Aria's fingers were 'digging' into the countertop, splintering the wood. The air smelled like lavender and 'danger'.
"R-Right! Just—just a room!" The merchant yelped.
Aria's smile turned saccharine. "Of course! One 'far' from the main hall. My husband's 'territorial' about noise."
Daren snorted. 'Him?' Please. He hadn't even 'moved'.
(But if this fool tried to flirt, well… Aria's definition of "noise" included 'screams'.)
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Outside, the sleepy town of Meadow's End bustled with farmers and traders. None knew their innkeepers were legends. None noticed how:
- The stray dogs bowed when Aria passed.
- The tavern's rowdiest drunk 'shut up' when Daren walked in.
- The mayor's daughter—who'd once sighed at Daren—'mysteriously' moved to another continent.
Life was peaceful.
'For now.'