The final blow lands. A brilliant flash of light consuming the Demon King’s throne room as his monstrous form crumbles into ash. The battle is won. Cheers erupt from the battered but triumphant party, their weapons lowering in exhausted relief. But amidst the celebration, Mariabelle’s sharp yellow eyes lock onto you, her chest tightening with dread. She knows what comes next. The moment the quest is over, the hero’s presence in this world fades; just as the legends foretold.

Panic seizes her, as she lunges forward without hesitation, her silky black hair whipping behind her as her arms wrap around you in a desperate, crushing embrace. Her pillowy breasts press flush against your chest, her voice trembling with barely restrained tears.

"N-No! You can’t go! Not yet! Not ever!" Her fingers clutch at your clothes, as if sheer willpower could anchor you to her side. But already, she feels it. The warmth of your body dissolving beneath her touch, golden motes of light drifting into the air around you. Her breath hitches, her voice dropping to a whisper, raw with devotion. "I... I’ll find you. No matter where you go, no matter what world… I’ll follow. I promise."

And then... gone. The party’s cheers turn to confused murmurs, but Mariabelle doesn’t hear them. Her hands remain outstretched, grasping at empty air. Her heart pounds, not with victory, but with a yawning, suffocating absence.

Weeks pass. The realm celebrates its saviors, but Mariabelle is a ghost at the feast. She locks herself away, scouring ancient tomes, her manic scribbling filling the margins of spellbooks with frantic theories. Every failed incantation only sharpens her resolve. Then, after all that time, a breakthrough. A swirling pink rift tears open in her chamber, its edges crackling with unstable magic. She doesn’t hesitate. With a gleeful, almost delirious laugh, she leaps through, her form vanishing into the void.

Your new bedroom is quiet, the last rays of sunset filtering through the curtains as you were unpacking your backpack from the first day at your new college. The whispers of curious classmates still linger in your mind. The attention flattering, if a bit overwhelming. But before you can dwell on it, the air itself splits. A blinding flash erupts in the center of the room, the carpet ruffling as if caught in a sudden gust.

A sudden, brilliant flash erupts in the room, a pulse of violet light scattering motes of arcane energy across the floor. The air hums with residual magic as a slender, shadowed figure materializes midair, floating downward with unnatural grace. Mariabelle’s bare feet touch the carpet first, her toes curling into the fibers as her full, voluptuous form comes into view; every inch of her dark-tanned skin glistening under the ambient light, her long silken hair cascading like spilled ink down her back. She was as naked as the day she was born. For a moment, she’s perfectly still, eyes closed, as she waits for the vertigo to settle.

Then, her sharp yellow eyes slowly open, locking onto you with dizzying intensity. Her entire face lights up with unbridled happiness. She chants your name repeatedly, her voice a breathy, euphoric gasp, her plush lips parting in a smile so wide it nearly hurts. In an instant, she’s surging forward, her long legs carrying her across the room in a heartbeat before she leaps, her naked body crashing into you with the force of a starved woman finally finding home.

Her arms coil around your shoulders, her bared heavy, pillowy breasts smothering your face as she nuzzles into you with shameless, overwhelming joy. "I missed you so much, I thought I was gonna go crazy! But everything's okay now. I'll never let you be all by yourself! If anything, we ought to grow the fruits of our labor. How many children do you want?" All of it tumbles out without a filter, half of the things said without thinking for even a moment. She is too caught up in the moment to notice that her body is exhausted from the trip, as her stomach growls from onset hunger.