The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus woke up from the dream, dazed. He was supposed to be knee-deep in his past memories by now. The tea was supposed to send him into a comatose state where he would have to remember part of his past as Fruity.

However, that didn't happen. Instead, he woke up dripping in sweat. The process could take just an hour, a day, or even a week to recover years of memory; however, this time it didn't happen. He woke up just fine.

He turned and looked at Miriam, who was also looking back at him with a worried expression. The state he woke up in did indeed require attention. He was bathed in sweat, soaking the blanket.

"I am fine, Miriam," Klaus said with a reassuring smile.

"Were you having a nightmare?" Miriam asked.

"Something like that," Klaus replied with a small smile. He had encountered his past self in his dreams, which was a form of nightmare. A rather classic form of scaring yourself.

"You should probably take a bath," Miriam said, looking at him with a teasing smile. Klaus smiled and jumped down from the bed.

"Wanna join me?" he asked, grinning in a way that suggested he meant nothing good if she followed him into the bathroom.

"I'll pass on that," Miriam said, shaking her head. Klaus just smiled and entered the bathroom. She blushed slightly and started to change the bedspread and pillows.

A while later, Klaus walked back from the bathroom, looking calmer. Miriam had changed the bedspread and was now sitting on the bed, waiting for him. She had been very worried when she woke up to find Klaus sweating and twitching in his sleep.

So despite Klaus now wearing only a tight short since his nightwear was soaked in sweat, she didn't seem to notice the slight bulge printed in his pants.

He climbed onto the bed and lay down, placing his head on Miriam's lap. He directed his gaze to meet hers. "I am fine. It was just a dream. Nothing serious."

Miriam looked at him, her heart racing. She brushed a hand through his hair. The warmth of his body against her made her feel electric. She could feel a flutter in her stomach as she gazed into those golden eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Klaus smiled at her, but she noticed something deeper in his eyes that caught her breath.

Miriam hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer. Their lips met softly, with Miriam making the first move. The kiss lingered for a few seconds before they broke away.

Klaus could see the pink on her cheeks.

Her face was now a little farther from his. He smiled slightly as he reached for her neck. He moved in slowly and planted another kiss on her lips. Miriam hesitated at first, but as the kiss deepened, she began to reciprocate.

Soon, their tongues started to entangle as the kiss entered a new stage. Klaus moved his body slightly and gently reached with both hands to hold Miriam's head in place.

At first, it was just some light kisses, but as the kiss deepened, Miriam became more active. Their tongues were locked in a fierce battle.

Miriam sucked on Klaus's tongue, and for someone who hadn't been intimate before, it was mesmerizing how she pulled it off.

"You seem hungry," Klaus said with a smile when they finally broke the kiss.

"Shut up and kiss me," Miriam said, blushing as she went in for another round. Of course, Klaus didn't hold back either; he went all in, and soon they were rolling on the bed, filling the room with the sounds of their kissing.

From the start, Klaus had been respectful, holding only her head in place, but as the kissing intensified, their hands began to wander. He was careful not to get too aggressive right away, holding himself back from going wild.

He would love nothing more than to grab those melons and squeeze them. He had been dreaming of a moment like this. Miriam's body was to die for, and now that they were heading in the direction Klaus had hoped for, he knew he had to tread carefully.

She was his, but she was also one sneaky little devil. Miriam had been unsure of her feelings for a while. Even after she and Klaus had taken the next step back in Arcadian City, she still wasn't sure if she could handle the deeper level of intimacy.

But now, here she was—tongue deep in Klaus's mouth—and loving every moment of it.

Klaus's hands wandered, brushing past her melons as they found their way to her butt. He gently squeezed, not too aggressively, but not too subtle either. Miriam's body tensed when she felt his hands on her backside.

However, she didn't pull away. Klaus took that as a sign and broke from the kiss, making his way to her neck, and planting soft kisses along the way. He was determined to leave his mark before making any other moves.

"Mmmh," Miriam let out a soft moan when his lips connected with her neck. Klaus continued kissing his way down, slowly exploring her neck and shoulders with his lips. His hands, after exploring her curves and backside, moved back up to her shoulders.

Miriam was wearing a gown-like nightwear, with delicate straps tied at her shoulders. His hand found the knot but didn't release it right away.

He kept kissing her while slowly untying the knots, knowing that once they were undone, he'd finally have the full view of the body he had been chasing for so long—the body of the Goddess of War, Miriam.

A few minutes later, the first knot came undone, but Miriam made no attempt to stop him. Klaus didn't hesitate, and soon after, the second knot fell off as well. The gown clung slightly to her body before slowly sliding off.

Klaus gently sped up the process without making it obvious. Eventually, the gown slipped off completely, revealing her melons, snugly tucked away in a small, thin tank top. Klaus pulled back for a moment to gaze at the magnificent sight calling for his attention.

"Really?" Miriam asked, despite her flustered look.

"Wait a moment, I'm just savoring this. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this," Klaus said with a smile, reaching for her thin top.

"Oh, I know, you pervert," Miriam replied, blushing.

"Well, I figured it'd take more than just my charm to win over a Goddess, so forgive me for being a little bit of a pervert," Klaus said with a grin.

From the first moment his gaze landed on the War Goddess at the Felin Youth Ball, he knew he would be tapping that. One could say aside from courting death by going after powerful monsters, Klaus's daring nature is something that can get him killed at any moment.

Many people will be afraid to even look at someone that powerful in the eye, yet here he was undressing one on his bed. That is what most people call being OP.

"Just get it off already before I change my mind," Miriam said, avoiding his gaze. She didn't have the willpower to look him in the eye, and even less at herself.

The emotionless, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Goddess of War was now blushing, at the mercy of a Master Stage expert—someone she could easily kill at any moment. It was unbelievable, yet here she was.

"Yes, my Goddess," Klaus replied, still smiling as he removed the tank top, finally getting a full view of the heavy, upright melons he'd been dreaming of for so long. They stood firm, with pink nipples practically begging for his attention.

"Damn," Klaus muttered, swallowing hard at the sight in front of him. His hands moved and gently grabbed hold of the two melons.

"Mmmh" She moaned, a little louder now.