The elegant Spy

The storm hit hard and fast.

Cold rain poured down in sheets as Yelan ran through the dense Inazuman wilderness, Aether’s unconscious body secured against her with hydro strings and sheer determination. She kept far away from any roads, villages, or patrol routes, pushing deeper into the wild until the chances of being found dropped to near zero.

Eventually she found shelter: an ancient tree that had been hollowed out by a long-ago lightning strike. The inside was dry enough, hidden, and far from civilization.

She carefully laid Aether down and examined the injury on his head. It was severe — enough to keep him unconscious for an unknown amount of time — but not immediately life-threatening. Still, there was no way to know when he would wake.

The temperature was dropping fast with the storm. A fire was out of the question; the smoke and light would make them far too easy to locate.

Yelan clicked her tongue in quiet frustration.

She stripped him of his soaked clothes with efficient, professional movements, then removed her own. Completely nude, she pulled a compact emergency blanket from her gear, lay down beside him, and pulled him against her body, wrapping them both tightly together under the blanket.

Skin to skin.

Her arms around him. His head resting against her chest. Their legs tangled for maximum shared warmth.

Yelan stared up at the dark wooden interior of the hollow tree, listening to the rain hammer outside.

…This is not how I wanted to get close to him.

She had been curious. Intrigued. Part of her had definitely wanted a taste of the man who reduced Ningguang to a conditioned mess. But she had intended to do it on her own terms — controlled, deliberate, maybe even a little teasing.

Not like this. Not while he was unconscious and injured, forced into pure survival contact.

Still, her professionalism never wavered. She kept her breathing steady, her hands respectful, her body positioned solely for heat retention. No wandering touches. No taking advantage.

Just a spy doing what was necessary to keep her target alive through a cold Inazuman storm.

Yelan closed her eyes briefly, feeling the steady (if shallow) rise and fall of his chest against hers.

“…Your cock better be worth all this trouble when you finally wake up,” she muttered under her breath, the same thought she had on the night she took out the assassins.

Outside, the storm raged on.

Inside the hollow tree, the two of them remained pressed together in the dark, waiting for Aether to regain consciousness.

A few hours later, Aether began to stir.

Yelan had remained completely alert the entire time — listening for any sign of search parties, monitoring his breathing, checking the swelling on his head. She was still pressed skin-to-skin against him under the blanket, body tense and professional.

Then his arms suddenly moved.

In a half-asleep, dreamlike state, Aether turned toward her, pulled the naked woman against him in a tight, possessive hold, and buried his face between her breasts. He began sucking on one of her nipples with slow, affectionate hunger while one hand slid down to firmly massage and squeeze her ass.

Yelan’s eyes shot open.

“Wh—?!”

She was startled, body going rigid for a second. But the way he held her… the gentle, loving way he suckled and caressed her… it was nothing like the rough, dominant energy she had expected from the stories. He was treating her exactly the way he treated Rosaria when he was being soft and affectionate.

He was mistaking her for his nun.

Yelan’s own long-suppressed desire rose up and betrayed her. She opened her mouth to stop him… and then closed it again as pleasure spread through her chest and down between her legs. His lips, his tongue, the warm pressure of his hand kneading her ass — it all felt far too good.

She should have woken him properly.

She should have pushed him away.

Instead she bit her lip and let it happen, her body slowly melting against his as he continued the full “love special” in his half-conscious state. By the time he had shifted on top of her and slid inside, she was too far gone to resist. Soft, wet sounds filled the hollow tree as he made slow, loving love to the spy he still thought was Rosaria.

When it was finally over and he spilled deep inside her, Aether’s eyes fluttered open properly for the first time.

He found himself looking down at a completely different woman.

Yelan’s face was beet red. Her usually cool, sharp expression was nowhere to be found. She looked thoroughly flustered, freshly fucked, and extremely embarrassed as she lay beneath him, still filled with his cum.

There was a long, awkward silence.

Then Yelan cleared her throat, avoiding his eyes like someone explaining a drunken night to the person who couldn’t remember it.

“…You were half-asleep. You… pulled me close, sucked on my tits, grabbed my ass, and then proceeded to make love to me until you finished insid”

Aether’s own face turned red as the realization hit him.

“I… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“It’s fine,” Yelan cut in quickly, still bright red as she carefully extracted herself from under him and sat up, the blanket falling to her waist. “You were injured and not fully conscious. And I… could have stopped it. I didn’t. So don’t apologize too much.”

She looked away, clearly mortified by how much she had enjoyed being mistaken for Rosaria and treated so tenderly.

The professional spy who had taken out multiple assassins without blinking was now sitting naked in a hollow tree, freshly creampied, and more embarrassed than she had been in years.

Outside, the storm was finally beginning to ease.

Inside, the air was thick with awkwardness, residual pleasure, and the very real problem that they were still stranded together in the middle of nowhere.

They sat side by side in the hollow tree, both still completely naked under the shared blanket, watching the heavy rain slowly begin to ease outside.

The silence stretched for a long time.

Yelan kept her gaze fixed on the dripping leaves beyond the entrance, arms loosely wrapped around her knees. The usual sharp, calculating glint in her eyes was muted by residual embarrassment and the lingering warmth between her legs. Aether’s cum still slowly leaked from her, a constant reminder of what had just happened while he was half-asleep.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sounds were the softening patter of rain and the occasional distant roll of thunder.

Then, completely out of the blue, Aether turned his head and asked in the most casual tone imaginable:

“Want to go again? For real this time.”

Yelan’s head snapped toward him.

Her cheeks, which had finally started to return to their normal color, instantly flushed deep red again. For a moment the professional spy looked completely caught off-guard — eyes wide, lips slightly parted, the cool composure she was famous for nowhere to be found.

She stared at him, clearly weighing a dozen different responses, mission parameters, and personal desires all at once.

Yelan’s answer was a low, hungry “Yes.”

What followed was nothing like the soft, mistaken lovemaking from before.

They fucked hard.

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(artist: cassypics)

The high humidity inside the hollow tree turned the air thick and steamy. Sweat beaded on their skin almost immediately and mixed with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding. There was no tenderness this time — only raw, primal need. Aether pinned her down against the smooth wood, and Yelan met every thrust with equal ferocity, legs locked around him, nails dragging down his back.

They changed positions again and again, never slowing. He took her from behind while she braced against the curved wall of the tree. She rode him with sharp, demanding rolls of her hips. He folded her in half and drove into her until her usual sharp tongue was reduced to broken moans and curses.

The humidity made every surface slick. Their bodies slid against each other, skin slapping loudly in the confined space. Yelan came multiple times, each orgasm stronger than the last, until she was trembling and gasping beneath him. When Aether finally buried himself to the hilt and flooded her for the second time that day, she clenched around him like she was trying to keep every drop inside.

By the time the rain fully stopped and daylight began filtering into the hollow, both of them were spent.

They dressed in silence, still catching their breath.

Aether pulled his clothes back on without much trouble.

Yelan, however, stared at her pants and underwear for a long moment… then simply left them off. She slipped her top and cloak back on, but left her lower half bare beneath the long fabric. Her legs were still visibly shaking, and her well-used pussy was too sensitive and swollen for tight clothing.

She took a careful step, felt another small trickle of cum run down her inner thigh, and exhaled through her nose.

“…Don’t comment on it,” she muttered, voice still slightly hoarse.

The professional spy who had once moved through shadows without a sound now walked with a subtle, careful gait — bare beneath her cloak, legs unsteady, and thoroughly marked by the man she was only supposed to observe from a distance.