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Chapter 29: Bon Voyage!

I quirk my lips into a smile in front of the mirror, combing my long purple hair down which is an obvious semblance of my mother. I’m wearing the off shoulder night dress Erumina got me before leaving for her extended business in Witchelt. Its embroidered white fabric and draped bodice gives off a feeling of relaxed independence. Hopefully wearing this can help me loosen my mind as well, but I wish she’s also here to give me a peace of mind.

Nonetheless its the moment of truth for me. My mind slowly comes into order as I puff my chest. I quietly exit the bathroom, and my eyes shift to the light stone illuminating my room. I try to lose myself in its warm glow, but having another person, a man, leaning on my queen-sized bed, it’s hard to look elsewhere.

Reimuz has both of his legs stretched out, reading a small book on his hand. I’m sure he’s noticed my entry, but he remains aloof and quiet. Hello? I frown and place my fisting hands on my waist, yet he continues to ignore me. Damn you.

Despite the loud heartbeat in my chest, I climb on my bed and lean my back on his bare chest, forcing him to notice me. He smells clean and fresh, devoid of sweat and grease that usually clings when he works in the forge. I see him reach out a hand to my side table, placing the book in his hand there.

“You can still run away you know,” he whispers in my ear. He hugs me, and what little resolve I have left melts that very instant. He scoops my hair on one side, and he press his lips on my exposed shoulder. I moan and tilt my head back.

“Why would I run from my room?” I murmur, kissing his ear.

“Because there’s a guy here who wants to taste every part of you.”

Desire, sudden and hard, shoots from his trouser to my bottom. Its poking my butt, and he isn’t trying to hide it. I soften in his arms, in his embrace, my heart pounding against my ribs. He tilts my chin and dove his tongue inside my mouth, his heat flowing inside me. His gentle hands finds its way on my breast, cupping me over the fine silk of my dress.

“I like this dress,” he murmurs, parting from my lips to kiss my cheek. So warm, so possessive, I feel his hands roaming all over my body. I start to breath through my mouth, panting, as if I just finished climbing a huge flight of stairs.

“Aaaaahnnn,” I moan as he proceeds to defile my breasts.

“Turn over for me, baby. I want to see you moan,” he whispers.

It’s no use. I’m already on my feet. I sit and straddle on top of his erection, poking me straight to the butt, and we start to kiss once again. His tongue had prevented me from verbalizing whatever it was that I wanted to say. My flesh quivers beneath his fingers. Never once in my life have I felt like this. It feels so mysterious and peculiar, everything he does drives me wild.

“Shall I fuck you in this dress?” he murmurs, breaking away from our kiss.

I nod, unable to properly open my mouth to speak, and he gently slides the sleeves of my gown, trapping it loosely on my elbows. I look straight into his eyes, right into the soft glow that gathered in his pupils. There isn’t a shred of doubt, not an ounce of love, and only lust - lust for my body. Nothing but a casual relationship. That’s what we are.

But, even though I knew all of this, I did not pull away. I have never wanted a man like this. Not in the twenty-two years of my life. Never. And I meant to have him. All for myself.

“You’re a fine jewel, Emily. It still surprises me to know that no man had dared lay their hands on you.”

His hand, calloused and hard, conceals my own and toys with my fingers. He brushes my knuckles with his thumb, his lips curving into a sweet, boyish smile.

I smile back. “And for my first man to be a vile, corrupted, deviant who preys on the innocent hearts of clueless maidens - ah, the chances of me marrying a respectable and perfectly wonderful young man is forever lost.”

“That’s what’s so hard to believe,” he murmurs with interest.

“Which?” I ask.

“You liking me.”

This conversation again. I get it that you don't love me. I get it already.

“Let’s just forget about all of that for now,” I breath into his skin and press our foreheads together.

He smiles, slipping his curious hands under the hems of my panty. He grips me tight, and I relinquish a delicious moan.

“As eager as ever, Miss Emily. But you can’t blame me for wondering,” he says, biting my lower lip. Ah, I want to retaliate. When he releases me, I pout my lips.

“Will you dispute it? That you're mine today?”

Fixing my gaze on his eyes, I intertwine my arms across his neck and take his lips, hungry sounds escaping from my mouth to his.

“Emily,” he calls me, and his voice is like music in my head, setting my heart dancing.

Reimuz releases my lips and run his tongue around my nipples. My fingers is digging into his shoulders, but he keeps licking and sucking. I reluctantly accepts and arch my body, feeding myself to him, and he seems to like that. He likes it when I’m obedient.

Moving both of his hands to the back of my thighs, he levers me up. I’m not sure what he has in mind, but he steps off the bed. Next moment, he eases me back on the bed again, half of my legs falling off the edge.

“Let go of me, baby,” he murmurs, tenderly kissing my throat. He kisses me there for like a long time, and I let my arms fall. Suddenly he drops on his knees, and in one exquisite move of his fingers, I’m left defenseless underneath.

Ehh… What does he plan to do? I glance down to him, and he smirks the usual smirk that melts me inside.

Reimuz grabs my thighs, placing them on top of his shoulder. He leans over and flicks his tongue inside my private place. I sense my skin tingle, my breast tighten, and the juncture of my legs to grow damp in pure glee. Finding the entrance to my body, he press his lips and kiss the softness of my sex. I am squirming with desire, clawing to the sheet beneath me. I feel his breath kneading my insides too. His mouth doesn’t relent, eager to extract that warm fluid. He continues to circle me with his tongue until I practically convulse.

“Ahhh!”

Almost instantly, a pleasured cry breaks through my throat as the feeling of climaxing went through me. Even though I’ve only touched myself, I had never felt so sexually aroused or so quick to climax before. What is it about him that makes me feel like this?

“We’re just starting, Emily,” he murmurs, stooping down to give me a quick kiss. He struggles out of his trousers in front of me, and I want to help, but my legs are numb, like the life has gone out of them. The next time I was able to focus my vision he’s completely naked, rubbing the tip of his manhood to me.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” I moan and close my eyes. This is all I can practically do. It's so embarrassing that I let him do all the work. So this is why he's persist on me eating a week's worth of food today. I'm utterly spent with just one orgasm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your mouth soon,” he says, his voice filled of amusement, as if he’s read what’s going through my mind.

I’m glazed with confusion and pleasure. Reimuz holds onto my thighs, rubbing himself back and forth, and like his patience has reached its limits, he plunges himself into me. Swift and hard.

“Ah!” I cry and almost curl up from the pain of losing my virginity. He stills inside me, waiting till I regain the ability to speak.

“Reimuz,” I breath into his ear. He’s a lot closer than I had expected him to be. He licks his way to the tip of one breast to the other and captures my taut nipple, flicking with his devious tongue.

“You’re so damn delicious,” he murmurs between my breast.

I moan, my breathing is raspy and way too loud. I try to fight back from the sweet seductiveness that his mouth has become, but I’m utterly helpless. He pushes himself up and start to move. Very slowly he enters me deeper, and eases himself back out again.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, and once again he stills inside me.

“No,” I moan, clutching to his upper arms, feeling his muscles.

“Oh, Emily, you have no idea how alluring you look right now.”

He moves his hand to my face, and when he bends down to kiss me, his entire length enters and rips me apart. He’s deeper than before. Again and again, he repeated this slow agonizing torture until all of it is lost in me.

He starts to pick up his speed and I can hear the need reeling in his voice. At the same time something delicious starts to build up inside of me. Oh no....

“Ahhh!”

Throwing my head back, I tremble and release - so glorious and wild, so free and wonderful! This time for sure I’m utterly spent.

“Oh, I’m not done yet.”

What?

Reimuz pulls out and use his teeth to make me gasp. He bends down and traps my little nub in his mouth, nibbling me like a child. As much as I want him to stop, I can do nothing but surrender to his repeated assault, drowning myself in pleasure I never knew this body is capable of. It’s as if the world tilted and shockingly, for the third time, I convulse my release. Oh, I’m in awe. This has never happened before. It’s like he knows my body much more than I. He knows where to kiss and where to touch.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Yes,” I reply curtly, panting and exhausted.

“But I haven’t gotten my release yet,” he murmurs.

“Eh?” My eyes widens upon hearing the truth. Then, after seeing the mischievous glint in his dark eyes, I realize his real intention. He wants to fuck my mouth, and this night won’t end until he’s done so.

I shift my eyes back to him, and he’s smiling. In that dirty head of his, he knows I’m thinking about it, considering the fact in my head. He leans forward and takes me in his arms, like the little princess I dreamed to be when I was a child. He sits down on the edge of the bed, and he drops me gently to sit on his lap, his erection still standing strong.

“You don’t have to do it, baby. I’m not forcing you,” he murmurs and lowers his mouth to nip at my jaw. My hands are trap against the solid wall of his chest, and I feel so weak and female.

“Sorry,” I murmur back.

Wanting to satisfy him, I clench my fingers around his tip as we kiss. He moans, rasping like a volcano waiting to erupt. I tighten my grip, squeezing, and without warning he explodes into my hand, on my thighs, everywhere around me. It’s warm, thick, and sticky.

“There goes my six months of pent up stress,” he murmurs, a hungry kind of humor in his voice.

He carries me to bed and I feel my eyelids surrendering themselves to exhaustion. He circles his arms on my waist and pulls me closer, his nose buried into my hair.

“Sweet dreams, Emily,” he whispers softly, and I feel the soft silken sheeting on top of my skin. I smile, still giggling inside for having the most pleasurable night of my life.

However I’m afraid I might remember this night as something else. I do not want to think about it. Not when he’s lying this close. Convincing myself to rest, the remainder of my strength leaves me, and I fall into a deep sleep.