#rhitlia

Soft. Plush. Those two words describe Rhitta’s bed perfectly. She loves softness, plushness pressed against her. Creating a cocoon of comfort for her to sleep in. He loves coming home to find her all curled up in her bed. An adorable sight he never tires of. 

Though it had taken him away to learn how to move in her bed. It is so soft and plush that it feels like it is trying to swallow him whole. Her weighted blankets never helped. But with time and some practice he managed to learn how to maneuver. And now coming home to a bed like this after grueling days in the Sanctuary, that softness is like heaven on earth for his aching muscles. 

“Ah…Rhitta.” His breath hitches. He lies on his back, wrists bound to the elegant headboard of their Victorian style bed. The drapes have been released, shielding from the outside world. Looking up with hooded eyes, he gazes at Rhitta. She has her hands on her knees as she moves up and down on his shaft. Her golden hair cascading around her like a drape in itself. Her skin is flushed and small beads of sweat trickle down her body. He can’t help but think she looks ethereal.  

“Yes dear?” She asks as she looks down at him. She slows her movements, giving him her undivided attention. 

“I…” He gulps down a breath of air. “I want to cum. C-Can I? Please?”

“Aww, feeling a squirt?" She teases and he blushes, which makes his flushed face redder than before. “Since you asked so nicely, go on.” 

Relief floods him as he sinks into the mattress and lets out a short squirt of release. She shudders at the gentle warmth that coats her walls. Looking down at him with a heated expression, she smiles. 

“So warm, kitten.” She coos. Leaning forward, her lips press against his. Weakly he returns the kiss, his legs rising to sit arched behind her, his thighs now pressed gently against her ass. Slowly she pulls away. He whines, wanting the kiss to have been longer. She giggles, the heated look in her eyes darkens. She rocks her hips back and forth, feeling him respond eagerly. Soft gasps and moans leave her throat. 

“Rhitta…” He breathes, digging the side of his head into the pillow his head is resting on. He groans softly as her walls hug his shaft so warmly. Toes curl into the sheets. It’s coming. The real release. The gasping sounds he makes are now shorter and deeper. Sweat is trickling down his body as he tries to move but is mostly held in place by the mattress itself. 

“Need me to slow down, or do I need to stop?” She asks gaging his reactions. 

“No!” He nearly shouts. “Don’t you dare! It just feels so good!”

“I’m glad to hear that.” She smiles. She likes it when he says it feels good. Means she is doing her job right. “Tell me when you need me to slow down or stop, okay?”

“I will! I promise!” He gasps. She nods and begins moving a little faster. He groans and moans. It feels so incredibly good. “R-Roise!” 

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?” She giggles. 

“Yes!” He rasps. The muscles in his body contract. So close. He just needs a little more.

“You can be louder.” She says, knowing he needs encouragement due to being self-conscious about his volume. All due to things that happened in the past. “It’s just us.” 

He gets louder. His head digging more into the back of the pillow. His throat arched toward her. Subconsciously she licks her lips, then she leans forward and begins to make marks. A surprised gasp leaves his lips feeling her cool lips on his skin. He starts jerking his hips. Rarely does he do something like this. He usually lets her do things her way as she always ensures he feels good. 

“Oh~!” She jolts, feeling the tip touch that one spot inside her. “Are you, excited kitten? Excited to cum?”

“Yeah…” He groans as he rolls his hips again. Since he isn’t being told to stop or that he can’t. The rolls are gentle but quick. He is aware of how large he is, which is why he prefers her topping. He never wants to hurt her and it has always been easier for her to have top, set the pace, decide how sex between them is had. And thankfully she loves topping. Even better, she's good at it. “It feels so good. I want more. A-A lot more.” 

“Then have more, kitten.” She snaps her fingers. The binds on his wrists disappear and his hands fly to her hips. Gripping them gently. His movements are frantic as he jerks his hips upward. He captures her lips into a rough and needy kiss. She complies to his kiss, her fingers brush against his scalp. Her soft skin against his scalp makes him shudder delightfully. How he adores the softness of her skin. Suddenly he rolls her onto his back making her squeal in delight. He thrusts a little harder wanting to release so bad. 

“Ai-Aiolia!” She whimpers, feeling his hot release nearly over fill her. 

“Rhitta!” He gasps in response as he empties out in her. Then he collapsed on top of her, breathingly heavily. They lie there in a heap of sweat and other bodily fluids. Slowly he lifts her head to kiss her tenderly. 

“My,” she muses as he pulls away, “you almost never take charge like that.” 

“I know.” He hums with a soft airy chuckle. “I just really needed that release.” 

“Noticed.” She giggles. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” 

“Good.” Slowly he goes to rise but she pulls him back to lie on her. 

“Where do you think you’re going mister?” She asks as one hand slips into his golden locks. He chuckles tiredly as his arms snake around her from under her. Holding her close, his face becomes buried in her neck. He relaxes as her fingers brush his hair. 

“I love you, Rhitta.” He kisses her skin. 

Aiolia steps into the kitchen. He sees Rhitta at the sink, washing dishes. It is a bit of a surprise. He had expected her to be in her “lair” as he likes to call it. She always gets annoyed when he calls it that. But she never really argues against it as he had put it “call it what you want, you always plot something in there”. 

“I could have done those. Pretty sure those dishes are mine anyway.” He says as he draws closer. 

“I know.” She replies as she sets another dish in the drying rack beside her. “But I was already here and had time.” 

A smile forms on his face as he comes to a stop right behind her. There is a moment where he gazes down at her. Watching how the light illuminates her soft blonde hair gives her a halo. He always knew she was an angel. Granted he could never say that out loud. She hates being called an “angel”. As she had said “I am a Witch, and witches are too bitchy to be angels”. He has yet to see that supposed “bitchy” side of her for being a witch. 

Snapping himself back to reality, he looks up at the cupboards above the sink. Reaching he grabs the handle and pulls the door open. But at the sound of her yelp he jolts and lets go. Looking down he sees Rhitta in a ducked position. Confusion covers his face as he stares at her. 

“Rhitta what,”

“You could have hit me!” She cuts him off. 

He is confused for a little while longer before a laugh sits in his throat. Desperately holding back that same laugh he asks, “How?”

He guides her out of the ducked position she had taken and gently swings the cupboard door back and forth. Showing that she is just short enough not to have been hit at all. The laugh that had been sitting in his throat finally escapes seeing her pout in embarrassment. He leans down and kisses the side of her head while hugging her shoulders. Releasing her, his hand reaches into the open cupboard grabbing a cup and then closing it. 

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~˚✧。name: Aud-Sunny

~˚✧。nickname: Audi or Sunny

~˚✧。pronouns: She/Her

~˚✧。age: 26

~˚✧。gender and/or sexuality: Female, Pan/Demisexual, Grey-romantic

~˚✧。language(s): English

~˚✧。interests: anime, writing, reading, gaming

~˚✧。extra: all-time favorite anime has been Saint Seiya. Had seen the Hades Chapter on Netflix and been hooked ever since.

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~˚✧。about the blog: This is a blog dedicated to the Gentle Sun and Blue White Star Verse. Which is an original Saint Seiya Verse that revolves around my ship between my OC and a Gold Saint from Saint Seiya.

~˚✧。is this blog 18+?: Yes.

~˚✧。about posts & schedules: Nearly all posts will be shorts mainly centered around my ship. Shots are vaguely connected as they all happen at some point in the Verse's timeline. I do work irl so, no exact schedule as to when shorts will come out. But I will try to commit to having at least something posted either Friday or Saturday.

~˚✧。rules regarding asks: No hateful speech or politics. I will not engage with anyone who attempts to use my ask box to spout hateful speech or attempt to engage with me about politics. I will also under no circumstances answer any questions about my private life. Other than that, you are free to ask whatever you want about the verse and Saint Seiya.

~˚✧。rules regarding submissions: No hateful speech, politics or AI "Art". Anyone who attempts to submit any these three things will be blocked.

~˚✧。rules regarding comments: Like with asks and submissions; no hateful speech or politics. If I see anything that is borderline bullying or harassment will be reported and blocked. Other than that, I would love to hear what you thought about my shorts in the comment section. So please do not hesitate to comment on what you liked and if is anything I could improve on.

~˚✧。DNI: Minors, Pedos, Creeps

~˚✧。Trigger Warnings: Blog will contain posts that will mention traumatic experiences. These include but not limited to: death, SA, bullying, child abuse, neglect.

~˚✧。art about the verse: Anyone who would like to is free to draw scenes from my shorts or draw my ship. As long as nothing is submitted to AI for training. Eventually I do intend to commission some artists on twitter I've followed for a long time.

~˚✧。future plans for the verse: eventually would like to write a full-on story about the verse. May even do small stories on arcs from the main Saint Seiya Universe. But I'm still unsure if I actually want to do that.

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~˚✧。refence pic for artists:

~˚✧。credit to the Neka Composer used: Neka.cc

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~˚✧。a little about Rhitta: Comes from a long line of sun type magic users whose origins are unknown but joined a coven during the Age of Myth who had migrated to Northern Europe shortly after the Age came to an end. Is proud of her lineage and was loved by her Coven since she had been born. However, when an awful tragedy had struck her, Rhitta left the coven due to being unable to reconcile with the coven after what happened. She ended up in Greece sometime later and had been living alone in the woods that was once occupied by the Delphine oracles.

~˚✧。a little about Aiolia: Personality wise not much has changed about him. Is still the Saint of Leo and the little brother of Aiolos -- Sagittarius Saint. However, Gentle Yellow Sun and Blue White Star does touch on the trauma he went through after the catalyst that branded his brother as a traitor and kicked off the first story arc of the Saint Seiya Manga. In addition, another change to Aiolia is his power levels. In this Verse he is the strongest Saint of his generation.

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~˚✧。shipnames/tags: Rhitlia, Aiotia, GentleStar, BlueSun

~˚✧。Rhitta's Theme: Pure Imagination [Kathleen Cover]

~˚✧。Aiolia's Theme: Escanor's Theme [From the Seven Deadly Sins]

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