MARVEL I AM DRAGON GOD

A delicate blush painted Rem's cheeks, the warmth spreading to the tips of her ears.

Her gaze, usually wide and innocent, flickered with a newfound intensity, a fragile flame of courage battling the familiar tremor of shyness that danced in her chest.

Each step she took toward Arthur was a small victory against the urge to melt back into the shadows.

She moved with a deliberate slowness.

In her mind, the memory of Azula's poised confidence played like a half-forgotten melody.

She attempted to emulate the fire princess's subtle sway, the languid grace that spoke of effortless allure.

Yet, where Azula exuded a fiery sensuality, Rem's efforts landed on something softer, more akin to a hesitant bloom unfurling in the sunlight.

The curve of her lips held an innocent invitation, her large eyes brimming with an earnestness that Arthur found utterly captivating.

A soft smile touched Arthur's lips, a genuine expression of affection that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"Come here, Rem," he murmured, his voice a low caress.

"You don't have to act like that. I love the way you are."

He reached out, his hand gently finding her smaller one, and drew her closer until her back rested against his chest.

His arms encircled her, a warm and possessive embrace from behind.

The sudden intimacy sent a jolt through Rem.

Her breath hitched, and a shiver, not entirely unpleasant, traced a path down her spine.

The solid warmth of his body pressed against hers was a new and thrilling sensation. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned back into his embrace, the tension in her shoulders gradually easing.

"G—Goshujin-sama really loves Rem?"

The question escaped her lips in a soft whisper, a fragile plea for reassurance.

Deep within, a fragile bud of certainty had begun to blossom, nurtured by his gentle words and actions.

But to hear it spoken again, to have the affirmation wash over her, felt like the final, crucial enchantment.

With those words, she imagined invisible threads weaving themselves, binding her very being to his.

Her life, her loyalty, every fiber of her being would forever be his to command.

Even the thought of his wish being her end brought not fear, but a strange sense of purpose.

"Yes, Rem," Arthur said, his voice firm yet tender against her ear. "I love you."

A wave of pure, unadulterated joy washed over Rem, so potent it brought a sheen of moisture to her lashes.

A warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading through her limbs, a physical manifestation of the love she felt and received.

A primal stirring awakened within her, a deep-seated yearning to be closer, more intimately connected.

"Goshujin-sama, please love Rem more…" she breathed, tilting her head back to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

Arthur's smile deepened. He shifted slightly, and Rem gasped softly as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal press against the juncture of her thighs.

Her own body seemed to awaken in response, an involuntary tremor running through her hips.

A nascent rhythm began to stir within her.

"As Rem thought," she murmured, her voice a little breathless, her hands tentatively reaching back to cup the solid length pressing against her.

"Goshujin-sama is very big…"

The sight of him had been one thing, a distant observation. But the feel of him, the heat radiating through the fabric, the undeniable pulse beneath her fingertips, was an entirely different realm of experience.

With a newfound boldness, she gently stroked the smooth head, feeling it twitch and swell in response.

A bead of moisture slicked her fingers, and an unfamiliar curiosity bloomed within her.

Following Azula's example, she hesitantly brought her fingers to her lips.

'I—It tastes… metallic, yet… strangely compelling. Why do I want to taste it again?'

A warmth bloomed low in her belly, a sensation both unfamiliar and insistent.

Her inner petals, still tightly closed, began to slicken with her own eager anticipation, the delicate moisture seeping through her simple undergarment.

Arthur's control wavered. With a low groan, he turned her to face him, his hands gripping her slim waist.

In one swift movement, he positioned himself between her trembling legs and thrust gently inward.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Rem's lips, a fleeting sting quickly followed by a burgeoning heat. Her initial shock gave way to an instinctive response, her hips beginning to mimic his movements, a clumsy yet eager dance of newfound intimacy.

"You are so good, Rem,"

Arthur murmured, his lips finding the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses that flushed her pale skin a delicate pink.

"E—Everything for Goshujin-sama… Ahhh…~"

A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, a sweet sound that resonated with her innocence. The unfamiliar sensations built rapidly, cresting quickly.

A series of involuntary contractions gripped her, and she gasped, her body arching slightly.

'I have to be more gentle,'

Arthur thought, his movements slowing.

'She may be physically resilient, but her heart… her experience… I don't want to overwhelm her.'

He withdrew slightly, then gently lifted her, settling her onto his lap, their gazes locking.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss.

"Ummm…"

Rem tried to reciprocate, her lips soft and eager, but the intensity of the lingering sensations made her breath catch.

A second, then a third wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her limbs weak and her mind hazy.

"G—Goshujin-sama," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Rem felt really bad… Please use Rem…"

A wave of guilt washed over her. She had found release twice before he had. It felt… unbalanced, as if she had taken something without giving in return.

She wanted to offer him everything, to be the vessel of his pleasure.

Arthur smiled softly, a gentle understanding in his eyes. He pecked her lips.

"Okay, if Rem wants that."

"Y—Yes," she stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Rem wants Goshujin-sama to use… to use Rem's little flower…"

The innocent euphemism was a testament to her gentle nature, and Arthur's heart swelled with tenderness.

With infinite care, Arthur gently parted the fabric of her simple bikini. His gaze softened as he slowly, deliberately, guided himself to her entrance.

A soft gasp escaped Rem as he pressed forward, a delicate barrier yielding to his gentle force. A thin trickle of crimson stained the pale skin of her thighs, a visible testament to her innocence.

"Ahhh…!~"

The sound was a mixture of pain and a surprising undercurrent of pleasure.

But even as the initial sting registered, a soothing warmth began to emanate from where they were joined.

Arthur's touch, imbued with his innate magic, was already mending the delicate tear.

"It feels so good, Goshujin-sama," Rem breathed, her initial discomfort fading.

"Rem isn't hurt anymore. Goshujin-sama can move as he wants."

A radiant smile bloomed on her face, her gratitude and affection shining in her large eyes.

His consideration, his tenderness, only deepened the wellspring of love she felt for him. It poured forth, an unstoppable tide.

More and more and more!

"Alright," Arthur murmured, his voice husky with desire. "But if it hurts, you have to tell me right away."

Rem nodded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body arching slightly in anticipation.

She was ready to be his, completely and utterly. She wanted to be marked, claimed, mated as deeply as Azula.

And Arthur, with a loving smile, granted her wish. He filled her completely, his movements growing bolder, deeper.

Rem cried out, each sensation a new wave of intense pleasure. Her small body trembled, and again and again, she found release in his arms.

This version incorporates more sensory details, explores Rem's internal conflict and evolving emotions, highlights Arthur's tenderness and consideration, and delves deeper into the significance of their actions and words.

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