""Raiden Mei""

Acheron, the self-proclaimed galaxy ranger slashed her still sheath sword. Her target being the very fabric of spacetime in front her.

Space shattered like glass and she walked in the wormhole she had created, leaving a trail of distorted cosmos in her wake. The stars stretched and bent around her, painting a swirling path that seemed to pulse with a strange, rhythmic energy.

Next moment, she was standing in a... Bedroom?

It was clear that she had wrong place.

It real destination was...

Huh, it seemed like she didn't quite remember where she was supposed to be.

Acheron blinked, and took in her surroundings. The room was simple, almost too plain, with a double bed neatly made.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes trying to remember the name of the planet she was supposed to go.

As a Self-Annihilater, her memories were far from perfect, but she had a promise to keep.

Acheron gripped the handle of her sword tightly, feeling the cold metal against her palm as she focused on the task at hand.

As she tried to remember, she didn't feel... Well She did in fact sensed the presence of someone from behind her. But as she didn't any hostility or immediate threat, she didn't bother turning around and focused on remembering the name of the planet she was supposed to be at.

This action lead to the following.

Without warning, a pair of masculine arms encircled Acheron from behind, and she felt a firm grip on her breasts through the thick material of her top.

Under normal circumstances, her combat instincts would've overridden any initial surprise.

But the moment pair of masculine arms wrapped around her waist and began to playfully fondle her breasts, Acheron's mind was overwhelmed with sensations that she as a Self-Annihilater should be able to feel.

Her monotone world quiet literally for the first in centuries, she felt a sensation she hadn't felt in...well she couldn't remember how long.

Acheron's eyes flew open, and she gasped as the hands continued to play with her body, sending waves of heat through her. Her heart raced, and she could feel a flush spreading across her cheeks.

She couldn't understand what was even happening. She couldn't understand why she wasn't fighting back. All she knew was that she didn't want it to stop.

The hands grew more insistent, kneading and teasing until Acheron's breaths grew shallow and ragged. She leaned back into the warm, solid chest behind her, feeling the steady beat of a heart that didn't belong to her. The sensation was foreign, and yet, it stirred something deep within her, something that she had thought long dead.

Her assailant leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Are you trying to play hard, then I'll play rough." His voice was a seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine, and his breath was warm against her neck. Despite the intrusion, Acheron's body was responding in a way she never thought possible. She felt the tip of a tongue trace the edge of her ear, sending electric jolts through her system.

The hands on her breasts grew more demanding, squeezing and pinching until she moaned softly. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She was a being of nihilism, and yet here she was, feeling pleasure of touch of another.

Hands roamed down her body, unbuckling Acheron's shorts, unbuttoning it. She felt the fabric part, exposing her flesh to the cool air of the room. The sensation of those rough hands sliding along her skin was like fire against ice, and she gasped as the cold metal of her sword clanked against the floor. Her body was reacting in a way that was foreign to her, arching back to meet the touch that was exploring her with a fervor she had never known.

Hands slipped under her shirt, cupping her breasts firmly. Acheron's eyes widened and she tried to push them away, but couldn't muster enough strength. The feeling was too overwhelming. The stranger's touch was like a jolt of lightning, reawakening sensations she had long ago forgotten.

The arms tightened around her, and she felt a hardness pressing against her lower back. The person was close, their breath hot on her neck. The playful fondling grew more urgent, thumbs flicking over her erect nipples. She trembled, a whimper escaping her lips. This wasn't fear—it was something else, something she hadn't felt in centuries.

Acheron's legs grew weak, and she leaned heavily against the broad chest behind her. The stranger took this as an invitation, his hands moving towards the place where her legs met her torso. He squeezed firmly, and she could feel his excitement growing, his breathing getting heavier.

She should've felt violated, but all she felt was a strange yearning.

Acheron's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the intrusion, the rough fingertips delving into her wetness, exploring her most intimate folds with an expertise that spoke of years of practice.

The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself bucking her hips backward, silently begging for more. Her body had taken over, reacting to the pleasure that she hadn't felt in eons. It was as if she had been asleep, and these sensations were the first glimpse of a vivid dream.

The stranger's touch grew more confident, his fingers sliding deeper, setting a rhythm that matched the beating of her own heart.

She was a Self-Annihilater, she was one who had been enveloped in THEIR shadow, yet and yet.

Those masculine digits, now slick with her arousal, moved within her with a mastery that seemed almost supernatural. Acheron's body quivered with every stroke, her breaths coming in gasps that sounded like the dying whispers of a star.

The stranger's other hand traveled up to her neck, tilting her head back to expose her throat. His mouth claimed her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Each bite sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine, making her body quiver even more.

The digits inside her curled, finding a spot that made her entire body spasm. The hand on her neck slid up to her jaw, turning her face towards the person behind her.

Then there was silence.

Their eyes met, and Acheron was met with a pair of piercing gold eyes. Confusion suddenly replaced the lust.

The stranger had vibrant red hair, she noticed. Usually her world was just shades of gray, but here she was, experiencing the vividness of color after an eternity of monotony. It was like walking in the sunlight after living a long period of darkness.

Those piercing gold eyes searched hers, a hint of confusion and surprise flickering within their depths.

The man with the vibrant red hair froze, his touch momentarily stilling. He immediately pulled back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Acheron's surprised expression. The red of his hair was a stark contrast to the monochromatic world she was used to, a fiery beacon in the sea of gray she had known for centuries. It was a color that seemed to burn with intensity, much like the emotions that were now flooding through her body.

"You are not Raiden Mei," the stranger with the piercing gold eyes and vibrant red hair murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the sudden silence.

Acheron's eyes only widened further, hearing a name that no one should remember, well atleast no one alive.

Acheron tried to compose herself, and as she did so her world once again began to lose color, the red and gold fading back to a dull gray.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Acheron was used to the gray, the black and white. But after experiencing something she had forgotten existed. She felt the dread of sinking back in the black ocean of nihilism.

Her body reacted instinctively, reaching out to stop him from retreating. She didn't understand why she didn't want this to end.

"It doesn't matter who am I, I need to not to stop," Acheron managed to whisper, her voice hoarse with a mix of longing and fear. She tightened her grip on the stranger's wrists, not allowing him to pull his hands from her body. The red-haired man searched her eyes for a brief moment, something unspoken passing between them.

Sensing the change in Acheron's demeanor, he moved forward again, his eyes still locked on hers, his expression unreadable.

His hand once again found her waist, just this from the front, and he pulled her closer, "If this is what you need, I will give it to you," he said, his voice now a whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

The stranger's hands moved up to cup her face, and he leaned down to claim her lips in a fiery kiss. The kiss was a revelation, a confluence of passion and need that she had no memories of experiencing.

Acheron's body responded with a fervor that surprised even herself. Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. She could feel the veil of THEIR shadow retreating slightly, as if it were afraid of the intensity of the emotions coursing through her.

The stranger's kiss grew more demanding, his grip on her face tightening as the tongue sought entry to her mouth. Acheron gasped, allowing him in. Their tongues danced together, a dance of passion and curiosity.

She felt like a nameless stepping onto a new planet, and exploring every inch of it with a hunger couldn't put to world.

Stranger was evidently an expert in stripping women naked, as he striped her of her clothes with ease that even she wouldn't manage.

Acheron's body was laid bare before him, every inch of her exposed to his hungry gaze.

The red-haired stranger took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes traveling down her sculpted abs to her hips, then up again to her full breasts, which were now heaving with every breath she took.

Then he began undressing himself, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was peeling away layers of his own identity along with the fabric.

Acheron watched, unable to look away. His body was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, slightly tan but otherwise flawless. Each muscle was defined, a testament to his strength and prowess.

She felt her own body heating as he began to fiddling with his pants, and before she knew it, he lowered it enough that his manhood was freed, standing tall and proud.

Acheron couldn't help but stare at it, mesmerized by the sight, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and fear. It was quite a specimen, it length and girth threatening to overwhelm her.

But the fear was short-lived as he stepped closer to her, the tip of his erection brushing against her stomach.

With a surprising gentleness, he picked Acheron up and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a soft bounce, the mattress enveloping her like a cloud. The action was swift, yet she felt the power in his arms.

He followed soon, his body coming to rest between her parted legs. Acheron looked up at him, the gold in his eyes seeming to dance with an inner flame.

The room around them was forgotten as the red-haired stranger's presence pressed down on her, his muscles flexing as he grabbed her waist and aimed at her core. Acheron felt the heat from his body, his erection brushing against her inner thigh as he hovered above her.

"Are you ready for this?" the red-haired man asked, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Acheron's spine.

Acheron nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions coursing through her. She had been a Self-Annihilator for so long, experiencing nothing but the cold, harsh nihilty of her existence.

But now, she was feeling something she hadn't felt in an eternity—desire. It was a powerful emotion, one that threatened to consume her completely.

"I'll make sure, you never forget this experience," he murmured against her neck, with a growl, the red-haired man thrust into her, and Acheron's world exploded into color. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known, a fiery blend of sensation that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Acheron's body arched off the bed as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.

The heat of him, the weight of him, the volume of his manhood inside of her—it was all so intense, so new, so... . Acheron's eyes snapped open as she felt him move within her, the sensation of his thrusts sending shockwaves through her core. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of this sudden intrusion of feeling into her barren world.

The red-haired man set a relentless pace, his gold eyes never leaving hers. Each stroke was measured, powerful, and filled with a passion that seemed to burn away the shadows of Acheron's existence.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being claimed by him, the feeling of his cock moving within her a symphony of sensation that she had never experienced before.

A half forgotten memory of someone with long white hair and pure blue eyes flashed before Acheron but it was quickly replaced by the overwhelming sensation of the red haired stranger's rhythm inside of her. His movements were like the beating of a war drum, demanding and insistent, echoing through her very soul.

Her body responded with an instinctual hunger, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, urging him deeper. The friction of their bodies created a symphony of sighs and gasps, the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

Acheron's eyes remained locked on his, the gold in his irises seemingly growing brighter with each passing moment.

Her hands clutched at the bed sheets, her knuckles white with the intensity of the pleasure that was building within her. The stranger's thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, and she could feel her body tightening around him like a vice.

The red-haired man leaned down, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. His tongue danced with hers, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

Acheron could feel the pressure building, a crescendo of sensation that she didn't know how to handle. Her body was a live wire, sparking and sizzling with every touch, every kiss.

The red-haired stranger's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if he was the TRAILBLAZE mapping a new galaxy. His touch was like the warmth of a star, bringing life to the cold, desolate world that was her body.

He broke the kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he moved down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Acheron's breath hitched as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pleasure directly to her core.

The stranger's hips moved with a relentless rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes grew heavy with desire, and she could feel the tightness coiling in her stomach.

His mouth found her nipple, sucking and biting it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that made her back arch sharply. Acheron's breath came in pants and moans, her body responding to his every touch with a desperation she hadn't known was possible.

The stranger's hand slid down her side, over her hip, and down to her right thigh. He gripped it firmly, lifting it up and hooking it around his shoulder, changing the angle of their union. The new position made Acheron's breath catch in her throat as he hit deeper, the sensations becoming almost too much to bear.

Her eyes rolled back again as she felt a climax approaching, a supernova of pleasure threatening to consume her.

The red-haired man's eyes narrowed, and he could feel her tightening around him. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge.

With a grunt, he increased his pace, his hips slapping against her thighs with every thrust. Acheron's nails dug into his sheet, her body straining against the delicious agony of his touch.

The red-haired man's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed her closer and closer to the precipice.

And then, as if on cue, they both reached it. Acheron's body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching tight as she was swept away in a wave of pleasure so intense, it was like the Big Bang had occurred inside of her.

The red-haired stranger's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt Acheron's body clench around him, her climax echoing through every inch of her being. With a roar, he followed her over the edge, his own release flooding into her with a **** that matched the intensity of her own.

The moment was one of pure, unbridled passion, she want to stay in this moment forever, but suddenly the door to the room slid open.

Acheron and redhead looked at the newcomer with a mix of surprise and annoyance. A girl that could be mistake for Acheron's twin stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock at the scene before her.

"Shirou, what are doing?, it's supposed to be my turn," The girl in the doorway gasped, her voice a mix of outrage and disbelief.

Shirou, the red-haired man, froze mid-thrust, his eyes wide with shock. His body stilled inside of Acheron's as he took in the sight of the girl.

"Oh, hey Mei, Why don't you join us?" Shirou said without missing a beat.

Archeon wasn't sure what what was going on, she felt like she part of some skit. As if universe had a cruel sense of humor.

Suddenly the room was filled with laughter and cheers, and a glowing glass shard materialized above Acheron.

She grabbed the light cone, she cursed the ELATION as she looked at light cone that had captured the moment she and Shirou had shared.