*Back to the present*

Klein and Amaera stood in the center of the tent, their mouths locked in a deep kiss. Their memories had returned, but instead of separating them, it brought them even closer. They both knew they had fucked up badly, that this whole mess was equally their fault. And yet, that only made the contact more necessary.

He lifted her gently by the waist and carried her. Amaera wrapped her legs around him, her hands in his hair, pulling just enough to show she wanted more. They kissed more slowly now, more deeply, as if rediscovering each other’s taste after far too long an absence. Klein laid her on her back with care, his massive body covering hers without crushing it.

He slid his hands over her hips, moving up under her tunic to caress her bare skin. Amaera sighed against his mouth, a long low moan vibrating between them.

"Touch me..." she murmured. He removed her clothes one by one, slowly, kissing every piece of skin he uncovered: the hollow of her neck, the curve of her shoulders, the valley between her breasts. She did the same with him, her slender fingers tracing the scars on his chest, her lips brushing each mark as if to erase them.

They were naked now, body against body, heat against heat. Klein settled between her open thighs, his hard cock pressed against her already soaked pussy. He didn’t plunge in right away. He slowly rubbed his tip between her lips, up and down, teasing her clit with each pass. Amaera arched her back, a hoarse moan escaping her throat: "Haaan... Klein... come in..."

He entered her gently, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside her. They stayed still for a moment, forehead to forehead, breathing together. Then he began to move, slow, deep, tender thrusts. Each back and forth made their bodies undulate in rhythm. Amaera wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her heels planted in his ass to pull him even deeper.

"Yes... like that... slowly..." she moaned, her voice broken with pleasure. Her hands caressed his back, lightly scratching when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Klein fucked her with raw tenderness, his hips rolling in slow circles to rub against her clit with each thrust. He kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe, murmured her name against her skin.

He turned her onto her side with a gentle movement, and her back pressed against his chest as if their bodies had been made to fit together that way. He positioned himself behind her in spooning position, his legs sliding between hers to spread them just enough. One hand immediately settled on her left breast, the palm perfectly matching the heavy curve, and his fingers began to caress the nipple already hardened by arousal.

The other hand moved down between her thighs, and two fingers gently parted her lips to guide his cock inside without effort. He continued to take her like this, slowly, deeply, never trying to speed up the rhythm. His cock entered and exited with metronome regularity, sliding easily into her wet heat because she was still full of the cum from the previous times, and that made each back and forth smoother. The sound was a small wet splash with each penetration, discreet but present, mixing with their increasingly heavy breaths.

Amaera turned her head backward, seeking his mouth over her shoulder, and their lips met in a slightly uncomfortable but strangely intimate position. She moaned directly into his mouth with each thrust of his hips, and the vibrations from her throat passed into the kiss like an electric current. Her fingers clung to his nape to hold him against her, and she spread her thighs a little more so he could go even deeper.

"Mmmh... fuck... I feel you so much..." she murmured between two kisses, her mouth barely leaving his.

His right hand left her breast for a moment to move up along her belly, then back down, tracing slow lines on her moist skin. He wanted to say something in response, but the words wouldn’t come out, so he simply nibbled her lower lip and thrust his cock with a sharper push, making her jump and laugh softly against his mouth.

They stayed like that for a long time in this position, pressed together like two spoons stacked in a drawer. The heat rose between them without ever becoming stifling, and sweat beaded on their temples, running down their ribs to mix on the furs below.

The rhythm of his thrusts changed in small variations: sometimes faster for ten seconds, sometimes slower, almost imperceptible, just enough to feel the heat of her pussy contracting around him without her exploding.

But this position eventually tired them, and he gently pulled out while holding her by the waist so she wouldn’t fall forward. They changed again, and this time Amaera took the initiative.

She got up on her knees, then straddled his hips to position herself on top of him. He was lying on his back now, arms spread on the furs, and she dominated his body from her full height. She placed her hands flat on his chest and felt his heart beating.

She first moved her hips in slow circles, seeking the perfect angle, then she sank completely onto his cock until her ass touched his balls. She stayed still for a moment in this position, eyes closed, mouth slightly open to let a moan escape. Then she rose almost to the tip, so slowly that each millimeter took an eternity, and the inside of her pussy tightened around him as if to prevent him from leaving.

Klein held her by the waist, both hands on her hips, and his thumbs caressed the soft skin just above her pubis. He guided her movements without ever forcing, simply pressing a little harder when she went down, releasing when she rose.

His eyes roamed her body tirelessly: her breasts moved gently with the rhythm of her undulations, rising and falling with heavy grace, their nipples pointed toward him like beacons in the tent’s dim light.

She kissed him long and deeply while continuing to ride him tenderly. Her tongue slipped between his lips at the exact moment she sank onto his cock, and her moan got lost in his throat.

No one spoke for several minutes. There was only the sound of their bodies slapping together, the regular splash of her pussy, and those small wet mouth sounds when they kissed. The rhythm of her hips gradually accelerated, almost without her realizing, her circles became wider, fuller, and her fingers dug into Klein’s chest until they left red marks.

"Mmmh... fuck..." she managed to say, pulling her lips from his for just a second, time to catch her breath. "I feel you so much..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, because a shiver ran down her spine and cut her off. Her hips suddenly slowed, resuming the slower circular movement, and she pressed her forehead against his to close her eyes.

Their breaths mingled, hot and humid, and the sweat from their faces mixed where their skins touched. Klein moved one hand from her waist to her nape to hold her against him, and his fingers got lost in her tangled hair. He simply raised his hips slightly to push his cock a little deeper, and he felt her contract around him like a silent response.

"You are mine..." he growled softly while accelerating just a little, still tender. She answered with a long moan: "And you are mine... haaan... don’t stop..."

They made love like that for a long time in the stifling tent, moving from one intimate position to another without urgency. Klein took her against him while sitting, her facing him, legs around his waist, their bodies joined in lotus position. He moved gently under her, his cock rubbing deep inside while they kissed endlessly. Then he placed her on all fours, pressed behind her, one hand caressing her back as he penetrated her slowly from behind, his balls softly tapping against her with each thrust. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Amaera moaned continuously, low and hoarse sounds filling the space: "Yes... deeper... like that... hnnn..." Their bodies were covered in sweat, slippery, hot. Klein pulled her against his chest, one hand on her throat, the other between her legs to caress her clit while he continued his tender and steady back and forth.