Chapter 41: Crimson Steam
The hot spring inside the luxurious capsule bubbled gently, steam curling through the air like lazy spirits.
Riya sat alone in the water, his arms stretched behind him on the smooth stone edge, his head tilted back, eyes half-closed.
The warmth seeped into his body, easing away the exhaustion of battle.
He sighed. "Finally… some damn peace."
The water rippled behind him.
He turned his head—and froze.
Rin was stepping into the spring.
Naked.
The lantern-light shimmered across her flushed skin, her long hair tied up, revealing the graceful line of her neck and shoulders.
She didn't say a word—just walked confidently into the water and sat beside him, her thigh brushing against his.
Riya blinked once.
Then again.
"…You know," he said slowly, "you can't just walk in here, dripping wet and naked, and sit next to me like this… and expect me to stay calm."
Rin gave a small, knowing smirk. "Then don't."
His jaw clenched, heat rising faster than the steam around them.
She turned toward him, eyes soft but burning with intent. "I didn't come here to relax."
Rin leaned in, her breath mingling with the steam, her hand gently resting on his chest.
"I've been holding this in… for too long," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Watching you fight. Watching you bleed."
Remembering all the times you saved me, threw yourself into danger without hesitation... I couldn't say it, not while everything was chaos around us."
"But now… I have to."
Riya turned to face her fully.
Her eyes—no longer just fiery, but vulnerable—searched his for a response. But he said nothing yet.
He was focused on the way her fingers trailed down his chest, the way her lips parted as she struggled to put the feeling into words.
"I think... I'm in love with you, Riya."
The words hit him harder than any enemy strike.
She slid closer, straddling his lap in the water, her bare skin pressing to his.
Her heart beat frantically against his chest.
"I don't care what comes tomorrow."
"I want this. You. Tonight."
His hands found her hips as his voice dropped low, heat laced with hunger.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Rin."
Her response was a kiss.
Desperate.
Soft.
Then firm.
Steam swirled around them as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her body melting against his.
Riya kissed her back, letting lust take over now that her heart had spoken.
He pulled her tighter, his mouth devouring hers with growing hunger, hands wandering up her back, savoring every inch.
Rin moaned softly into his lips as the water sloshed around them.
But eventually, he stood—lifting her up effortlessly.
She gasped, arms gripping him as he carried her from the hot spring, droplets clinging to their bodies.
Still silent, he made his way to the bedroom of the capsule—where the luxurious sheets awaited them.
Rin clung to him, flushed and breathless.
"You're not going to be gentle, are you?"
He grinned, placing her down on the bed, leaning over her with eyes burning like fire.
"You confessed your love," he growled, lips brushing her ear. "Now let me show you how much I wanted to hear it."
He then moved with deliberate care, his hands gliding down her body, savoring the softness of her skin, the curve of her waist, the rise of her hips.
Rin arched slightly beneath his touch, gasping softly as his fingers explored every inch of her with a mix of hunger and reverence.
Her breath caught as he kissed along her collarbone, down her chest, trailing heat in his wake.
Her thighs shifted, welcoming him closer, inviting more.
Riya's voice dropped low, rough with desire as he whispered, "I've wanted to do this… for a very long time."
Her only answer was a moan as she gripped him tighter, pulling him closer.
The room was quiet but for the rustle of sheets and the sound of shared breath—need, tension, and craving all tangled into one.
There was no hesitation anymore.
Just the unspoken agreement between them, sealed by touch, by heat, by want.
Riya's hands trailed slowly down her back, slick with the last traces of steam.
Then, with a playful smirk, he spun her around, guiding her onto all fours atop the soft sheets.
Rin gasped, surprised—but didn't resist.
He leaned over her, his hands firm on her hips as he lowered his lips to her shoulder, pressing a kiss just below her neck.
Then came the massage—his fingers digging in, kneading down from her shoulders to her lower back, then drifting lower.
Rin yelped softly as his thumbs traced the curve of her thighs, teasing just above the swell of her rear.
"You're sensitive," he murmured, voice thick with amusement.
She looked back at him, eyes half-lidded, face flushed. "You're cruel."
He chuckled low, tightening his grip on her hips, pulling her back gently against him.
And then he reached her thick ass.
His hands trailing down with slow, deliberate pressure, kneading her curves with a heated touch that made her gasp.
And then he pulled her against him as he pressed forward, their bodies meeting with a heated, unmistakable rhythm.
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Soon after he pulled her hips toward him just as he stepped in—heat meeting heat in a powerful, intimate rhythm.
The sound of contact echoed faintly through the capsule, raw and undeniable.
Her breath caught, and his grip tightened.
Their bodies aligned.
Their breath synced.
And with nothing but the rustle of sheets and the tension of anticipation between them…
They began their "connection."
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Rin Tohsaka:
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