For a week, Reyna's private quarters in the Valorant Protocol headquarters had been transformed into an infirmary, and Sage had been its sole, tireless attendant. The mission had been a disaster. A Radiant artifact of unknown origin had detonated, and Reyna, shielding her squad, had taken the brunt of the chaotic energy. She hadn't been wounded in the traditional sense; she had been… frayed. Her body flickered at the edges, her form occasionally dissolving into a terrifying, spectral purple before snapping back with a pained gasp. Her own radiant power, the hungry, life-consuming force she usually commanded with such lethal grace, was turning on her, devouring her from the inside out.
Sage had done everything she could. Her healing orbs soothed the physical strain, but the underlying instability, the war within Reyna's very essence, was beyond her direct control. All she could do was monitor, wait, and keep the greatest duelist in the world from fading into a ghost.
On Friday, after seven days of this terrifying vigil, Reyna's eyes fluttered open. And for the first time, they were lucid.
"Sage…" her voice was a raw, weak rasp.
Sage was at her side in an instant, her cool hand pressing against Reyna's forehead. "Reyna. You're back. How do you feel?"
A grim, humorless smile touched Reyna's lips. "Like I'm being eaten by a thousand tiny ghosts." She shifted, a flicker of purple energy momentarily obscuring her hand before it solidified again. "My power… it is untethered. It seeks a connection, an anchor, and it is using my own life force as fuel. If it is not grounded soon, it will consume me entirely."
Sage's expression was grim. "I've tried everything, Reyna. My energy can only stabilize the physical damage. I can't touch the core of your radiance."
"No," Reyna agreed, her gaze dropping, a faint, uncharacteristic blush coloring her cheeks. "Your energy cannot. But… something else can. There is a… procedure. A way to create a powerful, physical anchor that can shock the system back into equilibrium." She hesitated, her usual fierce pride warring with her desperation.
"What is it?" Sage pressed, her voice gentle. "Anything. I'll do it."
Reyna finally met her gaze, her dark eyes filled with a mortifying vulnerability. "It requires… penetration."
Sage stared, her mind failing to compute. "Penetrate? What do you mean, penetrate? With what? A medical instrument? A focusing crystal?"
Reyna's blush deepened. "No… not an instrument. It must be… biological. Or a simulation thereof. The sensory input must be total, overwhelming. The overload of the nervous system is what forces the radiant energy to ground itself in the physical form rather than the ethereal." She looked away, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "It is… a last resort. A crude but effective method for radiant stabilization."
Sage was silent for a long, stunned moment. The implications of what Reyna was suggesting, of this bizarre, intimate form of medical play, settled over her with a disorienting weight. But one look at the faint, purple static beginning to dance at the edges of Reyna's form, and she knew there was no other choice.
"Alright," Sage said, her voice soft but firm, the healer's resolve overriding her personal shock. She took Reyna's hand. "Then that is what we will do. With your consent, of course."
Reyna let out a shaky, half-hysterical laugh. "Mi vida, at this point, you have it." She squeezed Sage's hand, her gaze pleading.
Sage nodded, her mind already racing. "Okay. But… it will not be… I cannot just do it directly. How about I… foreplay you first? You know? Uhm, I don't want to do it straight up. It feels… too clinical. Can I?"
A genuine, warm smile finally touched Reyna's lips, a flicker of her true self in the sea of pain. She shyly nodded again. "You don't need to ask, querida. Just… do what you must."
Sage leaned in, her heart pounding a nervous rhythm. She pressed her lips to Reyna's in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was chaste, a kiss of comfort, but it was a beginning. Her hand, guided by a clinical memory of human anatomy, moved to Reyna's breast, cupping it gently through the thin fabric of the medical gown.
"Uhm," Sage said, her own face now flushing a delicate pink. "I don't really know how to do this, Reyna. So… can you teach me?"
Reyna's eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with a mixture of pain and burgeoning desire, fluttered open. The fierce duelist, the apex predator of the battlefield, was gone. In her place was a shy, vulnerable woman, forced to instruct her own healer in the art of seduction. The absurdity of it, the sheer intimacy of their reversal of roles, was a heady, intoxicating thing.
"My hands, cariña," Reyna whispered, her voice a husky guide in the quiet room. "Imagine they are your own. Show me what you would want."
Sage followed her lead, her movements tentative at first, then growing more confident as Reyna would let out a soft, approving hum or a sharp, indrawn breath. She learned the map of Reyna's body, the places that made her shiver, the pressure that made her sigh.
"Now," Reyna breathed, her voice gaining strength. "Remove this hideous gown. I want to feel your hands on my skin."
With a newfound boldness, Sage complied, her fingers working at the simple ties. As the gown fell away, Sage gasped. Reyna's body was a canvas. Swirling, luminous purple marks, the evidence of her radiant power, covered her skin like intricate, living tattoos. They pulsed with a soft, unstable light, a beautiful, terrifying testament to the storm raging within her.
Reverently, Sage reached out, her healer's fingers tracing the path of a particularly vibrant mark that snaked from Reyna's hip to her navel. The moment her skin made contact, the mark flared with a brilliant violet light, and Reyna arched off the bed with a sharp cry, her body going rigid.
"I'm sorry!" Sage said, snatching her hand back. "I didn't mean to…"
"No," Reyna panted, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face as the sensation subsided. "It is not pain, corazón. It is… connection. My radiance is responding to yours. Do it again."
Hesitantly, Sage touched another mark, this one on her shoulder. The same reaction, another flash of light, another sharp, involuntary arch of Reyna's back. It was a strange, beautiful, and profoundly erotic dance of their powers.
Emboldened, Sage moved lower, her mouth replacing her hands. She took a nipple into her mouth, her touch still gentle, questioning. Reyna's hands fisted in the sheets, a low moan rumbling in her chest. Sage's other hand, meanwhile, ventured lower, her fingers, so used to diagnosing and healing, now tasked with exploring. She was a newbie, her touch clumsy, but her innate understanding of the body, combined with Reyna's soft, gasped instructions, made her a fast learner.
"Yes, querida, just like that," Reyna would murmur. "A little more pressure… there."
Sage's fingers found their way through the soft thatch of hair, into the slick, wet heat between Reyna's legs. Reyna's hips bucked, a genuine, unrestrained movement of pure pleasure. "You can… you can put them inside, Sage," she panted, her voice thick.
Sage obeyed, her fingers sliding into the tight, wet heat. Reyna moaned, a long, keening sound, her head falling back against the pillows. "Oh, gods, Sage… you feel… you are a natural at this, mi sanadora."
After a few more moments of exquisite, focused torment, Reyna's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. "I think… I am wet enough now, cara mía," she breathed. "You can… you can penetrate me now. In the closet… top shelf. There is a box."
Sage, her own body humming with a strange, unfamiliar arousal, did as she was told. She opened the indicated closet and found the box. It was not a medical kit. It was a collection. A stunning, extensive, and beautifully organized collection of dildos of every shape, size, and material imaginable. Sage stared, dumbfounded.
A deep, mortified blush bloomed on Reyna's face. "It is… for training," she stammered, unable to meet Sage's gaze. "To maintain focus… under duress."
Sage simply blinked, then a slow, amused smile touched her lips. She selected a harness that already had a sleek, realistic dildo attached. She returned to the bed, holding it up.
"And how…?" Sage began, her voice trailing off.
Reyna's blush deepened. With a sigh of pained embarrassment, she sat up and, with clumsy, shaking hands, showed Sage how to fasten the harness. Once it was secure, Sage stood, the unfamiliar weight a strange, powerful presence against her body. She looked down at Reyna, who lay back against the pillows, her expression a mix of shame, anticipation, and profound trust.
"Should I… should I really be the one doing this?" Sage asked, a final tremor of doubt in her voice.
"Please, Sage," Reyna whispered, her voice raw with need. "You're the only one I trust. The only one I want."
That was all Sage needed to hear. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Reyna, a warrior assuming her new, unfamiliar mantle. She positioned the tip of the dildo against Reyna's slick, waiting entrance. Slowly, carefully, she pushed forward.
Reyna's eyes squeezed shut, her breath hissing through her teeth as she was filled. Sage paused instantly.
"Are you okay, Reyna? Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, cara mía," Reyna panted, her eyes fluttering open. They were glowing with a soft, purple light. "Just… continue."
Sage began to move, a slow, deep, and steady rhythm. It was a procedure, a healing. But it was also something more. With every thrust, she could feel the unstable energy in the room beginning to coalesce, to ground itself. The flickering at the edges of Reyna's form stopped. The glow of her marks, once chaotic, now pulsed in a steady, rhythmic beat that matched the movement of their hips.
"It's working," Sage breathed, a note of awe in her voice.
"I know," Reyna moaned, her head thrashing against the pillows. "Gods, Sage, it feels… it feels so good. Don't stop."
The healer and the duelist fell into a rhythm. The vague, clinical procedure transformed into a passionate, desperate dance. Sage, now confident, moved with a newfound dominance, her thrusts becoming deeper, faster, her body a vessel for the healing Reyna so desperately needed. And Reyna, for the first time in her life, completely, utterly surrendered. She was no longer a predator, no longer a queen. She was simply a woman, being saved, being loved.
"Sage," she cried out, her voice breaking, "Eres el aire que mi alma necesita para seguir latiendo." (You are the air my soul needs to keep beating.)
The confession in her native tongue, so raw and poetic, hung in the air, more powerful than any ultimate. Sage faltered for a second, her eyes wide. Then, a slow, beautiful smile spread across her face. She leaned down, capturing Reyna's lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
"我也爱你," Sage whispered against her mouth, the Mandarin words soft and certain. (I love you too.)
The end was a cataclysm. A convergence of love and healing. As they both cried out, a wave of pure, brilliant violet energy erupted from Reyna's body, washing over them, over the entire room, before being drawn back into her, a storm returning to its heart.
In the quiet, panting aftermath, the purple glow of Reyna's marks had softened to a gentle, steady luminescence. She was whole again. Healed.
She looked up at Sage, who was still poised above her, her face flushed, her expression one of profound, exhausted love.
"Thank you," Reyna whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears.
Sage simply smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, a slow, deep kiss that held the promise of a thousand more to come.
The Harvest and The Gift
As their breathing settled, Reyna's gaze grew more intense, more focused. The predatory edge had returned, but it was softened by an overwhelming tenderness. She gently rolled them over, so she was now hovering above Sage. The harness on Sage was swiftly, deftly removed and set aside.
"The connection is stable," Reyna murmured, her voice a low, resonant purr. "But it is one-sided. My energy is grounded, but it is… hungry. To complete the circuit, to make the anchor permanent… I need to harvest a small amount of your life energy, mi amor. Not to harm you. Never to harm you. But to bind us."
Sage, her body still humming from the intensity of their first joining, looked up at her with complete trust. "What do you need to do?"
Reyna leaned down, kissing Sage with a slow, consuming passion. "I need to penetrate you, as you did me. But my way." As she spoke, a soft, violet light began to coalesce between her legs, swirling and solidifying into a shaft of pure, radiant energy. It was translucent, shimmering with an inner power, a beautiful and terrifying manifestation of her essence.
Reyna broke the kiss, her eyes searching Sage's. "Puedo?" (May I?)
Sage, her heart pounding, reached up to cup Reyna's cheek. "We're already into it. Yes."
A feral, loving smile graced Reyna's lips. She kissed Sage again, harder this time, before moving to her neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. "Tu sabor es adictivo, mi vida," she growled. (Your taste is addictive, my life.) She moved lower, her mouth finding Sage's breasts, her tongue flicking and teeth gently nibbling at her pink nipples until they were pebbled hard peaks, Sage arching and moaning beneath her.
Reyna's hands made quick work of Sage's remaining clothes, stripping her bare. She trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. She paused at the junction of her thighs, her breath ghosting over Sage's wet, slick folds. "Puedo bajar ahí, cariño?" (Can I go down there, darling?)
Sage, her mind hazy with want, could only gasp, "Yes."
Reyna needed no further invitation. She buried her face between Sage's legs, her tongue a masterful, relentless instrument. She licked her wet folds, then focused on her clit, nibbling and sucking gently, making Sage cry out and fist her hands in the sheets. "Reyna!"
"Tan dulce para mí," Reyna moaned against her, the vibrations making Sage's hips buck. (So sweet for me.) She kissed her clit directly, then bit it ever so softly, a teasing, maddening gesture that had Sage writhing. While her mouth was busy, she inserted two fingers inside Sage, curling them expertly, searching for that perfect spot.
She found it. Sage arched off the bed with a sharp cry, her back bowing. "There! Oh, gods, Reyna, there!"
Reyna continued rubbing that spongy, sensitive spot inside her while her mouth worked magic on her clit. The dual sensation was too much. Sage's moans became screams, her hands coming down to hold Reyna's head in place, silently begging her not to stop. "Reyna, I'm— I'm coming!"
She shattered, shaking violently, her release crashing over her in wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Reyna drank in her cries, gentling her touch until Sage was a trembling, spent mess beneath her.
Reyna rose, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with pride and desire. She kissed Sage deeply, letting her taste herself. Then, she positioned the tip of her radiant, energy-formed shaft at Sage's entrance.
"¿Puedo meterla, mi amor?" she asked, her voice husky and low. (Can I put it in, my love?)
Sage, still breathless, reached up and cupped Reyna's face. "Yes."
Reyna pushed forward slowly. There was a moment of tight resistance, then a slight pop, followed by Sage's sharp gasp. A faint smear of blood appeared at the base of the radiant shaft. Reyna froze, her eyes wide with shock and horror.
"Sage… Lo siento, no lo sabía." (Sage… I'm sorry, I didn't know.)
Sage shook her head, her eyes filled with tears that were not entirely from pain. "No, it's okay, Reyna. I… I actually waited for this to happen with you. I only want you. Please, can we continue?"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Reyna kissed her forehead, a tender, reverent gesture. "Mi valiente chica." (My brave girl.) She pushed forward again, this time sliding in fully.
Sage released a small, shaky sob. "Reyna… you're… I can feel you. It's like I'm being… gently sucked into you."
"Estás tan caliente," Reyna breathed, her own eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation. "I can feel your pure life energy, mi vida. It's pouring into me. Does it hurt? I'll take it slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts."
"Can you… can you take it slow?" Sage whispered.
Reyna nodded, beginning a slow, gentle rhythm. With every movement, Sage released a soft gasp. Reyna moved a little faster, her eyes locked on Sage's. "¿Está bien?" (Is this okay?)
"Yes," Sage panted, her body beginning to move in time with Reyna's. "It's so good, Reyna. I never felt this before… ahh, Reyna."
Encouraged, Reyna's thrusts became more confident, faster, building into a frantic, passionate pace. The radiant shaft seemed to throb with energy, a symbiotic exchange flowing between them.
"Reyna, I think… something is coming," Sage cried out, her nails digging into Reyna's back. "Can you do it faster?"
Reyna obeyed, her movements becoming a powerful, driving force. Sage came with a broken cry, her body seizing up, her inner walls clenching around the energy-based form. As she peaked, a surge of pure, vibrant life energy flowed from her into Reyna. The sensation was so intense, so complete, that it triggered Reyna's own climax. She threw her head back with a guttural cry, the violet light of her shaft flaring brightly before both of them collapsed, spent and entwined.
The Third Round: A New Equilibrium
They lay together for a long time, simply breathing, the new bond between them humming with a quiet, powerful energy. Reyna was the first to stir, her hand stroking Sage's hair.
"Todavía te deseo," she whispered. "I still want you. Now, just for us. No healing. No harvest. Just you and me." (I still want you.)
Sage smiled, a lazy, sated smile. "我也是." (Me too.)
Reyna guided Sage onto her hands and knees. She positioned herself behind her, but this time, her radiant energy formed not into a shaft, but coated her own fingers in a soft, vibrating glow.
"Quiero sentir cada parte de ti," Reyna said, as she slowly pushed two of her glowing fingers into Sage from behind, while her other hand reached around to tease her clit. (I want to feel every part of you.)
The new position and the vibrating energy were an entirely new universe of sensation. Sage cried out, pushing back against Reyna's hand. Reyna whispered a stream of Spanish love words and filthy encouragements into her ear.
"Eres tan perfecta… Así me encantas, gritando mi nombre… Eres mía, Sage, toda mía." (You are so perfect… This is how I love you, screaming my name… You are mine, Sage, all mine.)
Sage, lost in the pleasure, could only respond in gasped, broken Mandarin. "慢 一 点… 啊!不要停!" (Slower… Ah! Don't stop!)
Their third climax was not a cataclysm, but a deep, resonating convergence. It was quieter, more profound, a perfect seal on the bond they had forged. As they curled together in the aftermath, limbs tangled, Reyna whispered promises of their future in Spanish, and Sage answered with soft affirmations in Chinese, until exhaustion finally claimed them.
The conversation was now one of bodies and breath, of whispered endearments in two tongues, and the shared, silent knowledge that in the heart of the place where dreams came to die, their own, real, beautiful dream had just begun to be reborn. And it was eternal.
For a long while, they simply lay tangled together, listening to the slowing thunder of each other's hearts. Then, with a final, soft kiss pressed to Reyna's damp temple, Sage stirred. "Do not move, my heart," she whispered, her voice thick with spent passion and tenderness. "Just relax. Let me care for you."
She rose from the bed, her own limbs feeling pleasantly heavy, and fetched a soft, warm cloth. With a healer's gentle precision, she cleaned Reyna first, wiping away the shimmering evidence of their passion from her stomach and thighs. Her touch was reverent, a silent liturgy of care. She then quickly saw to herself before discarding the cloth and returning to the bed.
Sage slipped back beneath the sheets and immediately drew Reyna into her arms, turning her so that Reyna's back was nestled snugly against her front, making the fierce Empress her little spoon. A low, throaty chuckle escaped Reyna as she melted into the embrace, digging her head back into the hollow of Sage's collarbone.
"You are so warm, my love," Reyna murmured, her voice a sleepy purr against Sage's skin. She nuzzled closer, inhaling Sage's unique scent a calming mix of alpine air and medicinal herbs that now also carried the musky fragrance of their lovemaking. "My personal heater." She tilted her head and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to Sage's neck, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make her intention clear.
"You know," Reyna continued, her tone shifting to one of playful teasing, "for a pacifist, you can be remarkably… demanding. You laid your claim quite thoroughly." Her hand slid down to splay possessively over Sage's hip. "I hope you are prepared to be responsible for the consequences."
Sage didn't reply with words, only a soft, contented hum, her arms tightening around Reyna. She was content to simply listen, to feel the vibrations of Reyna's voice against her chest, a lullaby more beautiful than any symphony. As Sage's breathing deepened and evened out, signaling her slide into sleep, Reyna smiled against her skin.
"Sleep, my love," Reyna whispered, her own teasing fading into pure adoration.
Then, with a final, contented sigh, she shifted her head, burying her face comfortably in the warm, soft valley between Sage's breasts, finding her final, perfect resting place. Held securely in the arms of her sanctuary, listening to the steady, soothing rhythm of her lover's heart, Reyna knew this was a dream from which she never wished to awaken. It was, as promised, eternal.