"Mmm..." moaned Sonja softly.

Scott drew her closer once more then tenderly whispered back, "Is this really what you want?"

Her cheeks reddened slightly and she pressed one softly reddened cheek to the side of his face. Sonja did not know what had come over her. There was a strangeness, an emotional oddity that suffused her being with a sort of warmth she had never experienced before. She did not know what to think of it.

Instead of speaking in words, she kissed his shoulder and pressed her body tightly against the source of her inner turmoil. His body like chiseled stone, yet filled with warmth, the strangeness within her only grew stronger.

Strong masculine fingers lightly teased her sex. Truth be told, the owner of those fingers was just as nervous and confused. The few times that he had bothered to try to be intimate with a woman ended... badly. While he was not technically a virgin, he was close enough to that status for it to be more of an honorary distinction than a legitimate fact. In many ways, this was his first real encounter with the fairer sex that might lead to something more than tears and depression.

Sonja drew her head back and then gazed into his eyes. Her own eyes shimmered in the soft lighting of the bathroom shower. Her expression, typically one of quiet stoicism that bordered on resting bitch face, was that of a young and innocent girl. Her eyes were wide, and she had drawn the corner of her lower lip into her mouth. "W-what do you want to do?"

They spent a moment in their gentle embrace, each looking into the eyes of the other. Sonja was normally a 'take charge' kind of girl, but in this moment she was lost. Sex was something she had performed on many occasions. However, performance was the key word. There was never any emotion in it, beyond the emotions of anger and disgust.

Realizing that she needed him to make the next move due to her confusion, Scott leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Better than before, soft and with just a hint of desperate hunger for effect, the kiss acted as a catalyst that drove the engine of their steamy shower scene forward.

Sonja moaned into his mouth then cupped his ass cheeks roughly with her hands. Scott might have been a pent up ball of desire and emotion, but there was a part of him that knew what to do. It was a part that existed inside of everyone, a need. He stepped forward and pressed her back against the shower wall.

Her ass bounced and squished playfully against it, but she did not so much as giggle. Sonja lifted one leg up and hooked it around his waist even as she clung fast to him.

The hot water cascaded down their bodies formed a series of streams. Each of these streams seemingly took their cue from the moment and ran downwards in a way that accentuated their curves and caught the light in a decidedly erotic angle.

Steam continued to build in the bathroom, but it was nothing compared to the heat given off from the two showering lovers. Neither completely certain of what to do, and even less certain of what to feel, it was a small miracle when Scott's manhood slipped between her softly aching folds.

Sonja gasped loudly, then sucked in her lower lip even as she fought down a lascivious moan. Instinctively, her trembling walls clenched around him. Was it an act of joy, or a declaration of war? The truth was hard in coming in that moment. Her confusion and arousal were at their peak.

What Scott lacked in subtlety and skill, he made up for in pure brutish passion. His hips rocked forward with ever increasing speed. No art. No subtext. Pure brute power; that of an unrelenting beast, coursed through his thighs and pounded relentlessly into his bemused and moaning companion.

Losing himself to his passionate frenzy Scott bit down on her shoulder as though he wished to muffle a primal scream. It was Sonja who cried out, however. Any pain that she might have felt from his bite turned to pleasure even as she hopped up on one foot and wrapped her other leg around his waist.

Gasping, moaning, once even pleading with him, Sonja clenched her thighs roughly around his waist and rode his passionate wave for all that she was worth. Her head fell back slightly and her eyes rolled back into her head a little even as her mouth hung open.

Scott knew none of it. He was lost in his own little world. He was a raging barbarian pounding at the gates of a dark and fearsome castle. Within its shadowy halls resided his queen. He would set her free and thus he pounded her gates with staggering strength.

A strange sort of love was born in that shower. What in most times and places would be nothing more than a hard dirty fuck had somehow begun to transcend itself. It was not a thing of rose petals and candle light. It was a love comprised of extreme penetration, rocking, hips, and the thunderous explosion of blissful screams.

Though she had no claws, Sonja's nails raked the flesh of his back. Her teeth found the meaty flesh of his shoulder and then it was her turn to stifle a scream as she bit down on his nigh-impenetrable flesh. A silk clad statue; that was the texture of his flesh. She drew no blood, but that only made her bite harder. The greatest bite of all came a moment later. Her maidenhood convulsed around the rampaging barbarian that pounded at the gates that guarded her heart. Yes. Her heart.

She threw her head back, an act that caused her to loudly impact against the shower wall. Eyes rolled back, and mouth agape in feral bliss she cried out as she experienced the first orgasm of her life.

A thing of fury, of blood and terror, her scream was the war cry of a Valkyrie who knew that she had lost the most fateful battle of all. No matter how many times she had fucked or been fucked, never had she known a moment like this one. All that came before was a mere shadow next to the wave of heat and rush of blood that coursed through her body.

Her furious orgasm gave her strength, in opposition of what might normally happen. She locked her legs even tighter around his waist then shoved forward with her body. Scott was knocked backwards and banged against the other shower wall.

Lost in the madness of his barbaric quest, Scott unleashed a ridiculous roar and surged forward. Sonja was slammed against the wall once more. For the second time in her life, she felt the white hot thunder surge through her body.

Scott bit her again and gnawed on her shoulder as his hips sook furiously. Soon, the thunder built inside of him as well. A white hot wave of barbaric destiny washed over the walls of her castle... millions of tiny little barbarians stormed the gates in search of the queen who awaited rescue.

Sonja's tongue lolled obscenely out of her mouth for a moment even as she went cross-eyed. Her entire body trembled as the walls guarding her... heart... succumbed to the barbarian hordes. Captured for the second time in her life, she could do nothing but shake spastically and clutch at him for support.

Oddly enough, several message screens appeared in that moment. Neither shower occupant noticed them, nor would they have cared in that moment. Given their absurd levels of stamina, they remained in that shower for quite some time to come. The barbarian hordes saved the queen many times that day, and each time the queen screamed furiously to announce her freedom from the chains of loneliness, despair, and lack of a proper fucking.

Several hours later, Scott and Sonja had recovered from their special romantic interlude and were set to enjoy a lovely evening meal. Sonja, dressed only in an apron once more, busied herself in performing domestic duties. She practically glowed as she went about the business of cooking dinner. She hummed merrily and swished her hips from side-to-side.

Scott enjoyed the show. No despair causing voices arose to destroy the nuclear fallout of their continuing after glow.

It was not until Sonja finished cooking the bacon that she realized that she had message screens pending. "Oh?"

Scott looked up to her face. "What? Did something happen?"

She did her best to acquire a stoic expression, but her lips could not avoid shifting into a pretty little grin. "It seems that I have acquired a new title and a few bonus stats to go with it."

"You did? What is it?" he asked her curiously.

Sonja's lips parted in a smug little smile, and then she spoke in the cutest voice he had ever heard her use. "Dragon rider..."

Scott blinked slowly. He tilted his head sideways and then blinked slowly once more. "Wait... really?"

She laughed at him then planted her hands on her hips then swiveled them twice. "Oh, yes..."

He snickered briefly, then suddenly burst out laughing. It was so ridiculous that he could not help himself. Dragon rider? Indeed...

So the night went, as Scott and his rider came together in bliss and joyful laughter. It was as though the dark days were behind them, and only a bright future awaited.

Yes. It certainly did seem that way.