Dyana was crying softly in Klein’s arms, and her body was still shaken by silent sobs. He held her firmly against him, one hand slipped into her tangled hair, and he slowly caressed her head with infinite tenderness. His fingers passed and repassed over her nape, which gradually soothed the tremors that still ran through her. Around them, the Genesis domain had half collapsed, and its ruins shimmered faintly under the pale light of the sky. The blood-red flowers were losing their glow one by one, because their petals were wilting like tired hearts. Besides, the blood mist was slowly dissipating in the air, which made the horizon more readable. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Dyana raised her head with difficulty, then she planted her amber gaze into his. Her lips were trembling, and she finally murmured, in a voice broken by emotion: "It’s really you, Kaiser..." Her tears flowed down her cheeks without her trying to wipe them. "They said you were dead... I really believed it. I saw the reports. My world stopped that day."

Klein did not answer right away. He let out a small guilty laugh, almost shy, while continuing to caress her hair. His gesture was slow and steady, as if he were trying to erase every second of suffering she had gone through.

"Ahah... you could say that," he finally replied with a tired smile that did not hide his embarrassment. Then he marked a short pause, and his gaze darkened slightly. "It wasn’t entirely a lie. The man I was... a part of him did die that day."

Dyana brought a trembling hand to his face. She brushed his cheek, then his jaw, and she pressed her fingers on his skin as if to make sure he was really real. Her fingers were still stained with blood, his, Klein’s, but also that of their enemies. This mixture stuck to her skin, and yet she paid no attention to it. "I thought I would never see you again, Kaiser," she breathed, and her voice was loaded with all the weight of these months of mourning. "I missed you so much... So much. Without you, everything seemed empty. Nothing made sense anymore." She took a deep breath to calm her voice that was breaking. "I got lost in this darkness because I had nothing left to hold on to. No one."

Klein pressed his forehead against hers, then he closed his eyes for a moment. At that moment, his own wound on his side was pulsing painfully, but he chose to ignore it. He slowed his breathing so that his warm breath brushed Dyana’s cheeks.

"I’m really sorry," he murmured with raw sincerity. He loosened his fingers slightly in her hair, then closed them again with even more gentleness. "But I’m here now. I will stay by your side from now on."

Dyana clenched her fists on his chest. She buried her face in his neck, and her muffled voice echoed against his skin.

"Kaiser..." was all she managed to say. The rest drowned in a sob that she no longer tried to hold back.

Dyana stared at him for a long time. Her ribs protruded under her torn top, her skin streaked with trails of dried blood and deep bruises. She slowly moved her head forward. Their lips met, hers chapped, her lower one split by a blow received earlier. At the contact, Klein felt the trembling of her jaw.

The kiss remained soft. Then Dyana bit his lip, not hard, enough for him to taste the iron. He responded by opening his mouth; their ragged breath heated his face. Dyana’s tongue was warm, rough; she sought his with a kind of hunger. He felt her teeth, the ridge of her palate, a trickle of saliva running down his chin.

In the half-destroyed domain, in the middle of the wilted petals stuck to the cracked slabs, Klein laid her on the ground. Her bare back touched the cold marble: she shuddered, her bony shoulder blades knocking against the stone. He placed a flat hand on her belly. Dyana’s abdominals contracted, hard under the yellowish bruises.

The wind entered through the breach in the tower, lifting strands of her hair stuck by sweat.

Klein tore what remained of Dyana’s top. The fabric resisted for a second, then gave way. Her breasts appeared, covered with fine combat engravings, a linear scar under the left breast. He caressed them with his fingertips. The nipples hardened immediately, hard and grainy under his knuckles. Dyana moaned against his mouth, her nape arching.

"Ahhn..."

The sound was short, almost a squeak, cut by a jerky breath.

Her spine formed a tense arc, her buttocks leaving the ground by a few centimeters. Klein pressed his palms on her breasts, feeling the weight, the heat, the accelerated beats of her heart under the skin.

"Not my... ahhnn... wa..."

The protest died in her throat when he lowered his mouth to her left nipple. His wide, wet tongue circled it. Dyana threw her head back. A long moan rose, deep, almost hoarse.

"Huuhhnn... nngh..."

His hand slid between her thighs. The fabric of her bottoms was soaked, she felt it herself, the dark and warm stain that stuck to her crotch. He pulled the fabric aside. His fingers plunged directly into the slit. Dyana was already lubricated, slippery and hot. He found the small button under his fingers, hard, swollen, clearly protruding from the labia. He pressed. Twice. Three times.

"Shh... shhh... haahnn!"

Her hips moved on their own. Klein pushed one finger in, then two. Dyana’s inner walls contracted immediately, hot and ridged; they seemed to want to suck his knuckles deeper.

"I... I feel it coming..." she breathed, her voice broken.

Her breath became choppy. Small "hnn, hnn, hnn" accompanied each thrust of his fingers. Her pubis was now lifting off the ground with each movement, her trembling thighs spread to the maximum. The orgasm hit her like a stab.

"AHNHNNN!"

The cry was long, high-pitched at the end, which tumbled down into a series of wet hiccups. A hot and fluid flow flooded Klein’s hand, not urine, a clear and slightly sticky liquid that ran down his wrist to his forearm. Dyana clung to his neck with all her strength, her nails plowing the skin of his nape. Her vagina tightened and relaxed in irregular waves, spasms that he felt distinctly around his fingers still pushed inside.

Her whole body was trembling. Her teeth were chattering. A drop of sweat rolled from her temple onto her cheek, mingled with the tears that were already flowing.