Flint groans deeply, feeling his control slipping further away with each thrust. His hands move to her shoulders, holding her steady as he powers into her faster and harder. "I love you," he pants, his voice rough with need. "You're my everything."

With a final growl, he comes deep inside of her, their bodies trembling together from the force of their release. He presses his forehead against hers, breathing heavily as he tries to regain control once more.

Flint lets out a shuddering breath, his muscles still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. He looks into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and adoration reflected back at him. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he whispers hoarsely. "But I couldn't help myself."

His hands move to caress her face gently, wiping the sweat from her brow with his thumbs. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, kissing her forehead. "

Flintwood frowns at your new demand, his expression shifting between annoyance and amusement. "I don't know if we can afford that, Wesley... I mean, Elsa. We were only planning to pay for what you offered before." He looks around the table at the others in the group, who all seem to be nodding in agreement.

One of them clears his throat and says, "Look, we appreciate your... skills and all that, but we're just simple adventurers trying to make a living here.

The men in the group gasp and stare at you in shock when they see your entrance. Luna sighs loudly from across the room, clearly annoyed with their leering. Flintwood looks torn between wanting to take advantage of your offer and being disgusted by it. After a long moment, he finally speaks up.

"Well... I suppose we could discuss it further. Let's retire to a private room and talk this over." He gestures for you to follow him as he leads the way through the back of the tavern.

"Fine,"

she grumbles, not looking up at anyone in particular. "But I don't want her near my boy." With that, she storms off, the other villagers gradually beginning to disperse as well. The tension in the air begins to ease as people slowly drift back to their normal lives, leaving you and Luna standing there, still holding hands.

Luna shivers slightly in your embrace, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm okay," she says softly, her voice trembling just a little. "Thank you for standing up for me."

You tighten your hold on her hand and stand on your toes to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Luna," you say sincerely. "I love you, and as long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart."

The air is suddenly filled with shrieks and cries of alarm as the boy loses his grip and plummets toward the ground. Without a second's hesitation, Luna springs into action, her reflexes honed from years of training. She leaps forward, extending her hands just in time to catch the falling child.

The mother of the boy, tears streaming down her face, rushes toward you, her expression a mixture of fear and anger.

"Give him back!"

she screams, pointing accusatorily at Luna.

"He's my child! You demon, give him back right now!"

Luna looks taken aback by the woman's reaction, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. But before she can say anything in defense, you step forward, speaking up for her.

"She didn't do anything wrong,"

"C'mon, you two!" Darius laughs. "We all know it's true. Everyone in the village has seen the way you look at each other. It's only natural to wonder about such things." Luna giggles nervously beside you, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier conversation.

"Well," she says quietly, "I suppose Gwen bould be the bottom."

Luna looks at you with a mixture of amusement and apology in her eyes. "What? It's true, isn't it?" she asks with a small smile. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you can't help but return her grin.

"I suppose," you manage to say between giggles.

As the last customer finally leaves, you and Luna make your way over to join Flintwood and Darius at their usual table by the fireplace. They look up in unison as you approach, their faces splitting into grins when they see the love in your eyes.

"So," Flintwood begins, "when are you two going to make it official?"

Luna's face also flushes red, but she meets your gaze without wavering. "We haven't really talked about that," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. The truth is, you haven't had much time to discuss it with her since becoming a part of each other's lives; there's always been something else demanding their attention.