Sting E. x OC : The Forbidden Treasure

Chapter 1 - Blanche

Hi! I'm so excited to finally introduce my work in english, please be aware that this story is a translation of one of my fics that was first published in french :) english is not my first language so some words might be lost in translation lol

since this was never meant to be translated, note my disappointment as I rediscover that nothing sounds as pretty in english as it does in french, in my humble opinion... moreover, you should know that the title of this chapter, my OC's name, is french for White, as in Snow-White (but cooler if you ask me) or like mother Cate Blanchett 🛐
I chose not to translate it so idk how that'll go haha but I just couldn't go around having my character called White cause that really does not sound the same in english as it does in french

Btw if you speak french I suggest you read my stories in french because since it's my first language I find that it's 100% better written : blopbubblesblop  is my main account

chapters are generally a bit more than 2000 words, i hope that's not too long especially for the first two which are around 3k words long

ANYWAYS since I'm probably addressing new people, you should know that all of my stories contain mature content, though this one not much, but still, you should be prepared

in fact...

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"M-Mnh...Sting..."

Their sighs burned each other's skin, that their hands explored with zeal. Breathless, lips red though never tired of kissing, they surrendered, under the secret veil of night, to the fierce ardor of ecstasy.
In the throes of desire, everything seemed profoundly vague, as a distant memory seen through dreams.

Sting loved watching her. Her delicate face had forgotten its grace in the pleasure that consumed her. Her large blue eyes were lost behind heavy eyelids, vivid flushes of ecstasy colored her cheeks, and her mouth had been forced open to let out her debauched cries. But the grand spectacle, the heart of this magnificent beauty, resided in the frame of the tableau: her white, immaculate hair that flowed over her face like waves of silk, with nacre reflections that the dim light tinged with red and yellow.

She was saintly, yet depraved in his hands.

Blanche clung to the mage's shoulders as he took her against the wall. Her nails dug into his flesh, her thighs around his waist, she struggled to gaze at him through her half-closed eyes. She lost her moans in his mouth, mingling her tongue with his to better forget herself.

The night unfolded thus. Ravished by lust, they had left the holy palace of virtue to revel in the delightful collision of their bodies, vice infused by the nocturnal pallor and the silver rays of the moon.

Blanche fell asleep in the sheets of the Sabertooth master, nude, burning, magnificent.

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Sting let out a raspy groan as the midday light disturbed him. He finally freed his face from his arm, resigning himself to wake up. Opening one eye, then the other, he slowly adjusted to the white rays that purged the room of its purple hues of debauchery.

The hour did not concern him much. As soon as he saw the young woman still asleep, nothing truly concerned him anymore.

He propped himself up on his elbows to slightly sit up, letting his gaze rest on the peaceful body beside him.

Sting was not accustomed to finding anyone other than Lector there. Certainly, he was less saintly than one would believe of the White Dragon, but he was also far less debauched than the magazines would depict. In truth, he was more occupied with fulfilling his role as master and training than chasing after women's petticoats. All those rumors were constructed to paint a picture that pleased the mundane of Fiore. People amused themselves with secret rivalries between guilds and the unspoken kisses of the night. At first, city whispers claimed he was at Minerva's feet, the Princess of Tigers. Then, after the Games of X791, he was believed to be smitten with Yukino. Subsequently, it was her colleague, Lucy, who entered the unavoidable gears of social affairs. People desperately wondered what kind of woman could attract the young and handsome— divinely, even —master of Sabertooth.