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Hearth-Home was easier to find than Aurora expected. Since she was a child, legends of Ramhaurg and the Hearthblood blanketed her village like the unrelenting sheets of snow every winter. Despite the stories' persistence, their contents never stayed the same. Always morphing and fluctuating, the truth slipped from the legends centuries ago. Back when the written word was relegated to specialized monks trained in the art. Back before Warmothers ruled tribes through intelligence and overwhelming force. Now, the location of Hearth-Home was trivialized in party songs and discussed over barfights influenced by Freljordian ale. That didn't stop Aurora from searching though.

She had to. While exploring Naljaäg, a previously cursed milling settlement, the young Vastayan happened upon a spirit. The first thing Aurora noticed was its antlers. As radiant as true ice, they sparkled even beside the bright waterfall. Crooked and bent in several directions, she wondered if they hurt. But, the spirit carried itself with such grace that Aurora could see its perfection despite its unnatural proportions. The descending pattern of diamonds on the spirit's neck fur flashed at her when it tipped its head back to drink from the flowing water. Aurora watched it for a few moments, taking out a notepad to draw some sketches. Then, it noticed her presence.

Curious, but frightened, the spirit backed away from its new companion. In turn, Aurora quickly stashed away the notepad in a satchel and pulled back the hood of her winter coat. Revealed was her Vastayaness, a pair of long, fluffy bunny ears. When the spirit saw this, it relaxed somewhat and approached the girl.

“My name's Aurora," she said, taking slow steps toward the spirit. “You look lost, friend."

The spirit bleated sadly, its head pointed down. When it reached the Vastayan, she cupped her hand around its cheeks and pet it slowly with her thumb. Though once elegant, its fur was now matted and dirty. Aurora brushed off the flecks with her hand and smiled.

“Let's get you home, okay?"

The spirit nestled into her hand and barked.

After a quick bath in the waterfall, Aurora's new friend seemed much happier. She learned that the spirit had quite a playful side, trotting around her in circles as they walked and nipping at her coat when she wasn't looking. She didn't even know the spirit's name, but its presence was fulfillment enough. The journey was much easier with someone to talk to.

And they talked a lot. Well, it was more like Aurora was talking and the spirit would respond with a series of ethereal chimes and squeaks. However, that didn't stop them from discussing serious topics like Aurora's decision to not return home. She was already somewhat nomadic, her nickname as a child was 'Traveling Shadow,' but her urge to embark on months-long expeditions across Runeterra was innate. Once, she made her way to the ruins of Shurima to study the differences in burial rituals across the continents. Simply put, when Aurora put her mind to it, anything was possible.

Which is why when she decided to find the true location of Hearth-Home, she did. Yes, it took some searching, but overall it was rather easy for the Vastayan and her new friend. Knowledge was like a puzzle. The legends, songs, and old wives' tales were the pieces she needed to sift through. All she had to do was study them, flirting with different orientations and combinations until the truth revealed itself to her. Soon enough, they were standing on the fabled ice bridge that would lead them to the forge.

Aurora hugged her coat tighter to her body. She was having a hard time believing that the identity of this frozen hellscape was actually a volcano. Snow battered them like bullets, golfball-sized chunks that hurt more than the worst hailstorms. The spirit often rubbed up against her leg as they walked, a welcome, but fruitless attempt to provide warmth. Of course, this place wasn't on any maps, but now Aurora understood why Lissandra holed up in the east. Who knew that nestled between Winterspike and the Broken Mountains would lie the most important location in Freljordian history?

The entrance to Hearth-Home was frozen over from a millennia of non-use. As Aurora and the spirit stood in front of it, they both had to crane their heads upwards, almost vertically, as if they were staring at the ceiling. Most people, if they got this far, might bang on the massive door, yelling for Ramhaurg in an arrogant outburst. Aurora, on the other hand, took a much more straightforward approach. Her arm slipped from beneath the coat and when she raised it to the sky, a portal into Hearth-Home was opened. She knew Ramhaurg wouldn't come even if she knocked.

The moniker of 'volcano' made a lot more sense once inside Hearth-Home. The forge was sweltering. It was a heat that Aurora had never experienced and that even the dense jungles of Ixtal couldn't have prepared her for. Sweat started to run down every inch of skin and fur she had and the Vastayan had to quickly cast another spell to cool herself down. A molten vat of lava taunted her in the distance as the resounding strike of metal against iron brought her back to her senses.

The spirit lightly nudged her hand and looked at her with concern. That's right, they were on a mission. However, she wasn't sure how easy it would be to complete with the state Hearth-Home was in. A quick, cursory glance showed the forge in complete disarray. Different papers were strewn all over the floor, some in buckets or crates, others just tied together in large bundles. Blueprints, books, and tools were placed on chairs, tables, and fireplaces. Nothing was in its rightful place. In fact, most of the bookshelves were empty. Aurora began to reimagine her plan when a booming voice rumbled through her.

“Who's there?" the voice asked in a tone deeper than the lowest of bass instruments. Instinctually, Aurora froze, fearing herself to be in for one hell of a scolding. One worse than when misbehaving schoolchildren had their knuckles whacked by thorned branches. She trembled but continued to move forward. The voice was strong and maybe just a little bit annoyed. It must have been Ramhaurg.

After wading through more piles of loose notes and bounding a corner, Aurora finally laid her eyes on him. The illustrations didn't do Ramhaurg justice; he was bigger than any piece of parchment could capture. His body was sculpted from a lifetime of hard labor, muscles practically bulging out of his leather smock. The same could be said for his hands, which were glowing bright red as if dipped in the primordial fire of the forge. His extensive beard and mustache made his face difficult to read. It was one big stone, his lips permanently curled downward in an eternal frown. The only other indication of his mood was his glowing red eyes, which stared at Aurora as if they could see through her, seeing her for what she truly was. She felt the need to take off her lengthy shawl. He already knew that she was a Vastayan.

“My name's Aurora," she began after clearing her throat. “I was wondering if you knew anything about my friend here." She motioned down towards the spirit who trotted forward to meet Ramhaurg's gaze. The god-ram changed his focus to the spirit and then answered.

“This is indeed one of my siblings. But I'm afraid I don't know more than that." He turned his head toward Aurora. “Did you come all the way here just for that?"

She nodded. “Wouldn't you do the same for your friends?"

He turned his gaze upward, stoically scratching his beard in contemplation. “'Friends' is a funny word. If you must, you may make use of my library. Just stay out of my way." Ramhaurg turned and began walking back down the hallway. He never once looked back to see where Aurora and his sibling were going. A smile itched at the tip of the Vastayan's lips as she walked away. He was kinda cute.

The two made their way into the grand library and just like everywhere else in the forge, the temperature sat at a cool 45C. But, the dozens of bookshelves and comfy lounging chairs put Aurora at ease. It reminded her of the library in the neighboring village where she grew up. She'd often take trips with her mother after school and training was over, spending hours pouring over fiction and textbooks alike. Books were like power and when they were in her hands, Aurora felt like she could conquer all of Runeterra.

The only problem was that Ramhaurg's library was as disheveled as the rest of Hearth-Home. Books seemed to be swapped around and placed on whatever shelf the god felt like at the time. Some shelves were simply missing rows of books altogether. Something would have to change around here and Aurora was determined to facilitate it. She was sure Ramhaurg was struggling with the clutter as well; he was just too proud to say it. She'd start with the shelves designated for legends of Ramhaurg, Valhir, and Lissandra…

Once Aurora got in the groove, cleaning up the forge was actually somewhat fun. She applied the same dedication to this as she did to every task. Gliding between the library, courtyard, smelter, and workshop, tools were put in their rightful place, ores were weighed, and books were found with an efficiency that had her friend struggling to keep up with. When she passed Ramhaurg, sometimes she'd ask him questions. Mostly functional ones. The Vastayan was mostly concerned with how the god's machines worked so she cleaned them correctly rather than bother him over trivial things. Most of the time, she was cooped up in the library with her friend, reading book after book to discover a clue to their identity.

Which was found rather quickly once Hearth-Home's renovation was complete, but not after a particularly interesting discovery was made in the library. While organizing Valhir's section, Aurora found a book she thought she recognized. Picking it up, she realized that it was one of those novels the library used to hide behind an 'Adults Only' sign in the back. Instead of a shirtless, Oathbound man on the cover, this smutty holding had a cute, little redhead looking to be in some sort of predicament. Aurora smiled and stuffed the book in her satchel, the spirit snickering beside her. Even gods got lonely.

It turns out the spirit's name was Haestryr. Aurora discovered it in a large book on Freljordian legends that included multiple cases of misinformation. For example, she was positive that the real reason some of Ramhaurg's siblings were incapable of speech was due to their demigod status and not because they were cursed by the Watchers. She had no idea how the author even came up with a claim like that, but she had to settle with knowing that these books weren't all lies.

“I'm impressed with your work ethic," Ramhaurg said. Haestryr and Aurora snapped their heads in his direction. The ram was standing in the doorway, barely squeezing through. His piercing eyes were trained on Aurora, but this time she didn't feel any fear. They were softer. Maybe almost proud? “Cleaning the forge like that would have taken most people days."

“It was fun." Aurora smiled and scratched the spirit's head. “I'm just glad I was able to help Haestryr here." When the spirit bleated happily, Ramhaurg let out a sigh.

“Haestryr, huh? So that's your name?" He let the words marinate in the air before continuing. “The storm outside only got worse. You two should stay here for a couple of days."

“Aw, you want us to stay, Ramhaurg? Do you like our company that much?" Aurora teased.

“No," came the immediate response. “I just don't want you to die." His face was as stern as ever, but Aurora knew there was something else underneath that mask. She couldn't help but giggle.

“He's so shy~" she whispered to Haestryr, causing them to chortle.

“What are you two laughing about?" Ramhaurg asked. This only caused them to laugh more.

“Nothing, nothing," Aurora said through manic giggles. Her hood had slipped off mid-laughter, exposing her ears, but she found that she didn't care about that anymore. Ramhaurg didn't seem to care either.

“What do you think, Haestryr? You want to stay?"

When the spirit nodded their head enthusiastically, Aurora scratched behind one of their ears in response.

“Looks like we're staying then, Ramhaurg." She gave him a sly smile before continuing the attack. “I hope this isn't just a ruse to keep a cute, young girl with you. I imagine it gets lonely here."

Aurora would have said that the ram got flustered, but he was always some sort of red. His mustache did twitch nervously though and she spotted him looking away from her for a split second. Her smile softened. When he reacted like this, it stripped away the fog of legend that always surrounded him. Yes, he was Ramhaurg, creator of the Freljord. But, he was also a lonely blacksmith. One in desperate need of company and lucky for him, Aurora enjoyed their time together immensely.

“No. I hope it didn't come off that way. I have no intention of taking advantage of you. This is simply for your safety."

The words came out of his mouth quickly as if they were slipping away from him. A new nervousness appeared in his eyes; he hadn't been around mortals in forever. He wasn't used to their culture or the way they acted anymore. He shouldn't even been worried about what Aurora thought of him, but she could tell that he was. He was kind and afraid of offending her in some way. It was an interesting spot to be in. Aurora was being intimate and joking around with gods and demigods. All the while being a random Vastayan born to a tiny Freljordian tribe no one remembers. But, she didn't think about these things. To her, Ramhaurg and Haestryr were just her friends. Well, maybe she thought of Ramhaurg as something a little more than that.

“ I was only kidding," Aurora said while waving her hand. That got the ram to calm down. His shoulder slumped and he let out a long sigh.

“You mortals are strange." The words would have stung if they weren't true. But they only got Aurora to laugh again.

“Anyway, you two seem comfortable here already. Try to get some sleep. I will be in the workshop if you need me."

And there he went, off to toil away at whatever project that had suddenly captivated him. The two of them were now left with the neatly ordered bookshelves and the soft crackling of the fireplace. Aurora sighed and curled up against Haestrtyr, nuzzling into their fur. She closed her eyes and tried to let the comforting world of sleep take over her. But, it was evident sleep wasn't coming. Even after having her eyes closed for half an hour, she felt no more tired than she did before. The Vastayan let out another sigh.

“Should I go after him, Haestryr?" she asked, her eyes still closed. The spirit made a series of noises that rumbled through her body and even though she couldn't understand them, she was pretty sure they meant yes. So Aurora got up, dusted herself off, and made her way to the workshop.

Before entering, the Vastayan peaked around the doorframe that led into the workshop. Ramhaurg had his back to her, the giant ram hunched over his workstation. The lights were as dimmed as they could be inside a volcano, illuminating whatever he was working on, but making it difficult to see the god himself. And what he was working on was definitely strange. It was long and had a curved wooden handle. Since it narrowed down at the end, it almost looked like a gun. But, there was no chamber as the tip was closed. That led Aurora to one conclusion: it was a wand.

“I knew you'd come eventually," Ramhaurg said, his back still turned toward her. Aurora snorted. Guess she wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was. Now that the spying mission was over, she walked into the workshop and joined Ramhaurg at his station.

“Hm? And why's that?" she asked, looking the ram over. He paused to look at her, a long, curved knife in his hands.

“You love messing with me." The silence between them stretched on for what felt like minutes before Ramhaurg put the knife to the side. She could never tell if he was joking or not. The ram always looked so serious. But it was nice to know he had a humorous side as well. Aurora exhaled, a smile returning to her face.

“It's only because you like it."

“No I don't," he responded quickly.

“Hm? Then tell me to stop." Aurora waited for a response, but when none came, she giggled.

“Anyway," she nodded at the wand on the desk, “What are you working on?"

Ramhaurg gently picked up the wand and dusted off a few wood shavings that littered the handle. However, instead of showing it off, he handed it to her.

“I wanted to make a wand so you could better control your powers," he explained. Aurora stood there in shock, feeling the weight of the wand in her hands. It was so light. She flipped it over several times, slowly running a hand up its shaft. It was like there was nothing there at all. At least physically. She could feel the power coursing through the object. It made her feel strong like she had the whole world in the palm of her hand.

“I thought you hated magic," she said quietly, almost a whisper.

“'Hate' is a strong word. I 'dislike' magic. But, you deserve it."

In her excitement, Aurora suddenly whisked the wand into the air and a portal to the outside opened. It was cold, freezing even, and a mountain of snow immediately fell on them, mostly covering Ramhaurg. The two stood there without saying anything. Snow covered his entire head and horns, even lodging itself into his beard. Aurora couldn't help but laugh. She hugged his arm in the process.

“Thanks, Ramhaurg. I love it." The god grumbled.

“You could have warned me first."

“True, but where's the fun in that?" That even got a chuckle out of him. When she looked up, the snow had already melted. Ramhaurg was looking back down at her, now with what she could confidently call a smile on his face. Aurora prized herself on staying composed no matter the situation presented to her. But right now, she was so overcome with emotions that she kissed the god's arm. They both froze again.

“Aurora?" Ramhaurg questioned cautiously.

The Vastayan blushed and shuffled through her satchel. After a few seconds of searching, she pulled out the book she found earlier in the library. As soon as Ramharug saw it, it was his turn to blush.

“That's one of my followers'," he explained, obviously embarrassed. Aurora squinted at him and giggled.

“Come on, Ramhaurg. This is premium smut. Own up to it." But the ram stuttered and denied that it was his again. So, she continued.

“It was actually kinda hot. Especially this section right here," Aurora flipped open the book and adjusted her glasses.

“Cytus lifted Roseann onto his desk, fervently shoving documents and paperweights onto the floor in the process. He knew that they shouldn't be doing this. After all, the busty foxgirl was his secretary. This was definitely against some type of sexual misconduct in the workplace agreement. But how could he resist her? The way her breasts bounced slightly whenever she turned to look at him or how her short skirt hiked upward when she bent over to serve him coffee, she was drop-dead gorgeous and Cytus couldn't hold back anymore. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to be released from its prison. Undoing his belt with one hand, he pulled Roseann's panties down with the other. Her pussy was drenched with arousal as if she were in heat. And as if hypnotized by those pheromones, Cytus drove himself closer, mindlessly, ready to breed his beloved secretary."

“Stop," Ramhaurg said, his voice low and exhausted. “What do you want me to say? That I, like everyone else, feel lust?" Aurora pretended to think this over, even placing her fingers on her chin for comedic effect. But the entire time her sly smile only frew. By the end of her faux thinking, it was a full-on grin.

“I'm just surprised by how kinky this is, Ramhaurg. I would have thought that you'd be into something much more vanilla! Clandestine workplace rendezvous. How scandalous!" By comparison, the Vastayan's voice was chipper and held all the humiliating qualities of fake surprise. Ramhaurg groaned and rubbed his face.

“You embarrass me on purpose," he began. But before he could continue, Aurora cut him off.

“You know," she said. “I wouldn't mind trying this stuff out with you…" Letting the end of her sentence simmer in the hot air between them shattered whatever veil of professionalism they had drawn. Staring at each other, both of them realized something new. Something just as controversial as the relationship in the novel: they were into each other. Neither of them knew how things would end up if they continued going down this path, but by the gods, both of them so desperately wanted to.

“Are you sure?" Ramhaurg asked, giving Aurora another chance to change her mind.

“Certainly," she responded. “Treat me like Roseann." Aurora shifted slightly, a little unsure of how to proceed. But what calmed her down was the gentle look that Ramhaurg gave her. She could tell that he was smiling under that bushy beard of his.

“I don't have to treat you like Roseann. I'll treat you like Aurora."

The Vastayan blushed as Ramhaurg used his rough hands to pick her up and place her on the workbench. For a second, it almost felt like she was flying with how swiftly he lifted her into the air. But ever the gentle giant, she hardly felt the arrival of the wood beneath her. Despite being surrounded by his most prized possessions, Ramhaurg only had eyes for her. At that moment, his tools ceased to exist. Eyes trained on her legs, they were now fully revealed, fur and all. Aurora gave her toes a little wiggle.

“Like what you see~"

“Certainly," he teased, mimicking her.

Just like in the novel, he pulled up her loose-fitting shirt and pulled aside her gray panties. Aurora waited with bated breath as the ram lifted his leather smock and stowed it away. She couldn't tell if her quickened breathing was because of the heat or just her excitement, but having someone look at her like this was exhilarating. A small stream of fluid trailed down her inner thigh as she bit her lip in anticipation. When she caught a glimpse of what Ramhaurg was working with, she couldn't believe her eyes. The god was huge. Maybe that was to be expected, but Aurora wouldn't have been able to conceptualize his size without seeing it. Flopping his cock onto her stomach with a grunt, she was surprised to feel it graze her boobs. Part of her wanted him to use them as her pussy so he didn't literally destroy her insides, but she could tell that he had something else in mind. His cock pulsated, spurting out tiny globs of pre as he exhaled. It was heavy and hot like the ores she weighed earlier that day. It almost burned, which just made her pant harder, a little drool escaping her lips.

“I-I don't think that's gonna fit, Ramhaurg," she sputtered with a tiny laugh, finally losing her composer. Even below the beard and mustache, she could feel him grinning at her. His excitement was palpable.

“Don't worry. I have something that will help."

He opened a drawer in the bench and pulled out a bottle of a strange, orange liquid. Uncapping the bottle, he poured the liquid onto his cock, taking the time to cover his entire length with it. Aurora licked his tip as Ramhaurg moved his hand back down. It was salty but also had that comforting smell of burnt firewood. It brought her back to memories of camping out in the Ionian wilderness. But the memories were shooed away as the ram shoved two of his meaty fingers inside of her. Aurora squeaked and curled her toes, tensing up. She wasn't sure how he got both fingers in. Her insides were expanding to make room for him. Ramhaurg placed his other hand on her thigh, caressing her.

“It's okay. Just breathe," he said, slowly petting her fur. She did what he asked. On every inhale, he pushed his fingers inside a little more. Aurora's eyes were closed, her moans filling the air. His heavy cock still sat on her stomach, the heat from which she could smell. His musk, a mix of that firewood and sweat, was intoxicating. She couldn't properly put her mouth around it at this angle, but she'd do whatever she could to get it over her. With both hands, she started to jerk off his massive cock. The orange lube felt slimy between her fingers as his small grunts pushed her forward. His tip, drenched in pre, received the same love. Aurora massaged it with her palms every time she reached the top of his shaft. Ramhaurg's fingers were moving faster too, the digits filling her entire pussy. Because of his size, he was reaching every part of her. He was scratching itches she didn't know existed. Trying to imagine his fingers as his cock, Aurora felt the ram grind against her inner walls, the wet sound of her arousal becoming more apparent. But this was a hard task considering the immense heat on her chest. How could she forget something so monumental? She knew that nothing would compare to his dick. All she could do for now was continue to jerk him off, the salty smell of his pre overwhelming her nostrils. Soon enough, Aurora was a mess of moans and frantic hand movements, trying to keep up with her beloved ram.

“Ramhaurg, f-fuck," she moaned. It was all just so much. She felt full, completely full. And with a couple of seconds, the Vastayan's body quivered, an orgasm running through her. Pleasure washed over Aurora, her toes curling in ecstasy. When her orgasm was over, she was left panting, sweat rolling down her face. Ramhaurg just smiled and slowly slipped his fingers out of her. With a satisfied look on his face, he stuck them into his mouth.

“You taste amazing."

“Pervert," she said through heavy breaths. That got quite the chuckle from the ram, but he didn't try to deny it at this point. Neither did Aurora. That moniker easily could've belonged to her as well. Ramhaurg placed both of his hands beside her on the workbench and grinned. Slowly, he began to slide his cock off her stomach.

“I think you're ready for me now."

Aurora looked down at the ram's huge cock positioned near her entrance. She could feel his lube-covered tip poking at her folds, a little timid, like a pet begging to be let inside at night. Her body was still exhausted as if she had been doing hard labor all day instead of reading and cleaning. But, through her excited heavy breathing, she managed to nod and even cracked a smile.

“I'll always be ready for you, Ramhaurg."

His eyes seemed to glow a little brighter after that comment and Aurora thought that she was seeing the ram in his prime. She could imagine him being flanked by dozens of followers as they worked tirelessly in the forge, trying to make the Freljord a better place. Their bond must have been special, but they had something more intimate.

Aurora was right in one respect, nothing would have prepared her for the feeling of Ramhaurg's cock inside her. As soon as his tip poked its head inside, it already felt like her pussy was full. Its girth was similar to his two fingers and stretched her just as much. The difference was that his fingers didn't pulse like a beating heart and weren't as hot as a poker being thrust into a fire. The Vastayan's breathing got heavier as sweat seemed to find every inch of skin and fur on her body. But, just as Ramhaurg said, the lube miraculously did its job, and inch by inch he slowly pushed his cock inside of her. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to take his entire length, her body had its limits, but she was able to take enough of it for a sizeable bulge to be visible in her stomach.

“Fuck," was all Aurora could manage. Ramhaurg chuckled.

“Such foul language from such a small bunny." Aurora could feel the precum spilling inside her like hot magma. She imagined that she could get pregnant just from this and that thought spurred her on.

“I bet you didn't think this small bunny could take such a big cock," she said with a sly smile. That earned another chuckle from the ram.

“True, you outdid expectations. But that seems to be your style, doesn't it?"

Aurora felt a shot of pride as something else shot through her as well. Ramhaurg began to thrust, his deep grunts rumbling around her like a gong. For a second she held her breath, not sure how this was going to feel, but as her pussy somehow made room for his giant cock, she knew that Ramhaurg was the only one for her. He had marked her as his own and now it seemed like he was ready to take full advantage of that. The ram effortlessly lifted her shirt over her head, the fabric tickling Aurora's pointy ears as it was flung off. His hand easily dwarfed her boob but he squeezed anyway like a glove closing around a ball. As they made love, he used a finger to rub her nipple, massaging it until it was hard. Then, just like her boob, he squeezed. The Vastayan squealed, melting under the pleasure. She was completely at his mercy. Ramhaurg towered over her, thrusting his cock inside her over and over again. If he lied on top of her, he'd suffocate Aurora with his massive weight. She wanted to feel that. She wanted to feel the force of a god on top of her. Between moans, she managed to squeak out,

“H-Harder, Ramhaurg. Cum inside me."

The ram responded with a curt grunt, buckling down and bending over to thrust harder. With each thrust, his cock kissed her cervix and Aurora let out a litany of moans. The two of them were completely lost to lust and their love for each other. When he bent over, Aurora felt the heat from his breath warming her skin. When his fur touched hers, their sweat mingled, which wouldn't be the last time they swapped bodily fluids. Ramhaurg's breathing became heavier as he quickened his thrusts. The rough slapping of their thighs filled the workshop as he neared climax. Aurora squeezed as hard as she could, tightening her pussy around his cock. And then, he erupted. The Vastayan instantly felt the tension fade from her ram lover as he filled her with his seed. Leaving his massive cock inside her, he forced the warm cum straight into her womb. Aurora's stomach bulged even more, trying to make room for this excess sperm. Slowly, Ramhaurg pulled his cock out, a bit of sperm still drizzling from his tip. His cum followed and started to form a small puddle on the workbench right below the rabbit's pussy.

It was strange suddenly having nothing stretching her after feeling so full just seconds ago. It was a similar feeling to when she'd leave an inn even though she knew she had forgotten something. The worry scratched at her mind until she remembered, but she was already a couple of towns over. By the time she rushed back, the item was usually gone, probably pawned off somewhere for a quarter of what it was actually worth. She didn't blame the thieves, times were tough for everyone, instead, the target of her ire was herself. If she knew that she had forgotten something, why did she leave in the first place? It was a question Aurora never seemed to have the answer to. This time, however, she wasn't going to forget.

The Vastayan smiled as she watched the puddle grow. There was still a bit of cum pooling out of her and, with a huff, she wiped more sweat from, well, all of her. Aurora felt fine for now, but she imagined the storm wouldn't be the only thing keeping her here the next few days.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant, Ramhaurg?" she asked, even finding time to joke in this situation. The god, ever reflective, took time to ponder this question.

“The thought crossed my mind," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. The next thing he knew, a wrench bonked off his chest. He rubbed the spot with faux hurt. “That was uncalled for."

“I was joking. Now, you have a shower around here, right? Don't tell me you spend all day cooped up in this sauna and don't clean yourself."

“About the wrench?" Ramhaurg asked as Aurora hopped off the workbench, cum trailing down her legs.

“No, about being pregnant."

“Oh." Aurora watched as something flashed across his eyes. A hint of disappointment maybe? “And yes. I'll show you where it is."

The two of them walked to the shower room, which was found deep within Hearth-Home, almost as if Ramhaurg were trying to hide it. Whispering amongst each other, they talked about all the raunchy things they could get up to. Every topic was unlocked now and all it took was a silly, book-shaped key. Fantasies were the main subject of discussion. Of course, they both knew that Ramhaurg had a little thing for power dynamics. And who wouldn't if it was literally the only dynamic they could explore? Being a god didn't present you with many options for people with your status. Aurora bit her lip, theorizing how she might get him to play out some role reversal one day. But for now, they were still god and witch. Quite the unlikely couple.

When they finally reached the shower room, the first thing Aurora noticed was the size. It was almost completely lopsided. Half of the room was fitted for someone of Ramhuarg's size, with wide stalls and shower heads so high that the ram would have to hoist her in the air to be able to reach. The shelves were high up too. Aurora squinted, trying to see what was up there. But as soon as they stepped inside, Ramhaurg had turned the water on for one of the smaller showers. This one was much more suited for the Vastayan, but the steamy water only served to fog her glasses up. Plus, it was strange that the smaller showers even existed at all. Ramhaurg hadn't had followers for centuries at this point. So why were they there in the first place?

“Can we use that one?" Aurora asked, pointing to the larger shower.

“We?" Ramhaurg responded, his confusion evident. She turned to face him, her arms crossed.

“I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

She took his meaty arm in her hand and dragged him over to the stall. Well, it was more like the god willingly walked over. He wanted to see where this was going and Aurora wasn't about to break out her new wand just to get this big doofus to move. They quickly took off the few clothes they had left and stashed them on one of those high shelves. When the two were stationed under the shower head, she motioned for him to turn it on. Ramhaurg complied and soon the two of them were doused in a water so hot that the Vastayan's scheme instantly melted away. Even though he stood there unfazed, the ram quickly turned the nozzle to cold, which was much more bearable for Aurora. The water quickly lulled her into a sense of relaxation and she thought back to sitting by the fire with Haestryr.

That relaxation continued when Ramhaurg's hands covered her shoulders. Aurora looked to the side and saw soap bubbling from them like sea form. Last time she checked, he didn't have the power to conjure items from nothingness, even though it sometimes felt like that with the extent of his expertise in blacksmithing, but if this was a new venture for him, she wasn't going to be the one to stop it. Aurora closed her eyes and let Ramhaurg wash her. His hands, gentle yet inquisitive, explored her body as if they wanted to map every inch of it. From her shoulders, they glided along the curve of her back, tracing her spine. She could feel the slight prickle of roughness from his fingers underneath the layer of smoothness from the soap. It made the Vastayan shudder with anticipation. When the ram reached her butt, he couldn't help but give it a little squeeze before moving on to her legs. Both hands were used to wash these, fitting around her like a glove. He had to kneel down to get the right angle, but he didn't mind. The only thing that mattered was treating Aurora as well as he could.

Ramhaurg's hands followed her legs back up until they reached her crotch. A sole finger ran across her lips and disappeared, moving on to other body parts. He washed her stomach, breasts, and neck, scrubbing deeper in the spots she had fur. The old ram even used homemade shampoo, a fragrance made from flowers that only bloomed for a few weeks on the side of the volcano. All Aurora could do was moan with pleasure as Ramhaurg bathed her.

“I thought we came here to have sex," she said. The bunny was still horny, but this was scratching the itch just as well.

“We did. But I thought you'd like this better," he replied, satisfaction dripping from his voice.

She leaned back into him, feeling the comfort of his large body against her. He was hard. That much was obvious. It was impossible to ignore such a massive thing next to her. Aurora gave it a small tug and then sighed, nuzzling her head into the ram's stomach.

“Let me wash you next, big guy."

The two of them settled down in the library, trying their best not to wake the sleeping Haestryr. Aurora wore the pajamas she packed when trips would take a while. For research-intensive projects like this one, they were a must. The softness wasn't what made them so special. They reminded her of late nights with her mother, sipping hot chocolate by the fire as the two of them tried to fall asleep. Deep greens, yellows, and pinks were brushed in a mosaic arc across her shirt and pants, all of it situated against a dark blue sky. Ramhaurg pulled her close to him as they lay down, scratching her ears softly. They smelled of the sweet soap and shampoo they had used only moments earlier. Aurora kissed his hand as he held her.

“I'll make sure to visit," she said, causing the great ram to stir.

“Why don't you just stay?" His voice was as steady and deep as ever. It was difficult to detect the sadness in it. He had millennia of practice after all. But, Aurora could sense something beyond the mask.

“You know better than I do as to why. I can't stay in one place."

“I remember others like you. Strong-willed and brave-hearted. I doubt there is anything I can say to convince you."

“If there were words I wanted to hear, you would have said them already."

The two didn't look at each other but enjoyed the company nevertheless. They would have a few more days of blizzard keeping them together so they'd have to live them to the fullest. Aurora's eyes fluttered and then she fell asleep to Ramhaurg's warm breath on her neck and his arm around her stomach, peaceful in a situation that started out so precariously just this morning.