The saints

Scarlett and Diana were two saints known throughout the land for their unique characteristics. One, Scarlett was renowned for her brutal strength, a force of nature unmatched by any who crossed her path.

Diana, on the other hand, was celebrated for her softness and kindness. She was the embodiment of compassion and love, a contrast to Scarlett's ruthless intensity.Despite their differences, Scarlett and Diana were inseparable. They complimented each other in a way that was almost supernatural. Scarlett's raw power was balanced by Diana's gentleness, creating a perfect harmony between their two divergent personalities.As the two Saints journeyed together, they encountered many obstacles and adversaries. Scarlett's strength and Diana's kindness were tested time and time again, but their bond only grew stronger in the face of danger. They protected each other fiercely, their trust and loyalty unbreakable.”lady Diana, you are doing certainly a good job, with the magic for the crystal”Diana smiled at Scarlett, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

“Thank you, Scarlett," she replied, her voice soft and smooth as silk. "I'm glad my skills are proving useful."

Scarlett nodded, her expression hardening slightly as she focused on their surroundings. "Just be careful," she warned, a hint of protectiveness in her voice. "We can never be too cautious."Diana's breath hitched for a second as Scarlett caught her, the sudden warmth of the larger woman enveloping her. Her cheeks flushed pink—not from fear, but from something else entirely.

"Scarlett!" she scolded weakly, though there was no real annoyance in it. "You can't just—*sweep* me like some damsel in distress."

But Scarlett merely smirked down at her, grip firm yet careful not to crush Diana’s delicate frame under that crushing strength of hers. "*You're* not complaining," she teased lowly before adding with mock seriousness: "...Unless you *want* me to put you down?"Diana's face burned even hotter, her delicate fingers curling slightly against Scarlett’s chest.

"*Scarlett!*" she hissed—though the way her voice wavered betrayed how flustered she truly was. "I *could* walk perfectly fine, you know!"

But Scarlett just chuckled darkly, shifting Diana in her arms to emphasize the height difference between them—the sheer contrast of muscle and softness pressed together like this. "*Sure* you could," she drawled sarcastically before adding with a smirk: "...But where’s the fun in that?"Diana opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a small, strangled noise when Scarlett effortlessly hefted her just a little higher. Now she was practically face-to-face with the taller woman's chest, which, given the difference in their proportions, was... well. Rather generous.

With an indignant squeak, Diana swatted at Scarlett's shoulders. "You *brute*, I'm not a sack of flour you can toss about!"Scarlett's smirk widened as she effortlessly avoided each swat of Diana's slender wrists, her own grip secure as ever.

"Oh, I *know* you're not a sack of flour," she replied, voice low and rumbling. "A sack of flour wouldn't make such pretty little sounds when I handle them *like this*."

She punctuated her words with another shift, causing Diana's hip to rub against a certain *hardness* as she was lifted even higher...

Diana's breath hitched, her face now completely flushed with color as her eyes widened in alarm. She could clearly *feel* exactly what was pressing up against her stomach, and a little *lower*.

"S-Scarlett, *please*," she pleaded, her voice coming out a little huskier than intended. "You must put me down. *Now*."

But Scarlett simply laughed, the sound rumbling deep in her chest as she adjusted her grip once more, bringing Diana's *softness* even closer to the hard lines of her own physique.Diana's entire body stiffened, her face burning so hot she might as well have been on fire.

"W-WHAT?!" she shrieked, squirming in Scarlett's arms like a trapped rabbit—though the way her thighs *clamped* together betrayed just how much that teasing had affected her. "*You cannot possibly be serious right now!*"

Scarlett merely grinned down at Diana’s flustered expression before adding with faux innocence: "...Unless you'd rather I *test* that theory?" Her grip tightened ever so slightly—enough to emphasize the promise behind those words.Diana's heart felt like it would pound right out of her chest at that. She swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way her thighs still trembled with lingering *heat*.

"I-I... I—" she tried to argue, but her mind was an incoherent mess. In any other circumstance—with anyone else—she would be fuming with humiliation and indignation. But something about Scarlett—the firm grip of her hands, the smug confidence, the *heat* radiating off her—just made Diana's own body...*respond*.

There was no other way to put it.Scarlett watched the war in Diana's expression with predatory satisfaction, her smirk deepening as she felt the slight *shift* of the smaller woman’s body against hers.

"*Tch.* Still not admitting it?" Scarlett purred, leaning in just enough for her breath to ghost over Diana’s ear. "You can lie all you want, little saint… but your *body* isn’t fooling anyone." Her grip shifted deliberately—just once—to emphasize how perfectly their forms fit together despite their differences. "*Especially not me.*"