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The dim light of the chamber flickered from a single lantern, casting long shadows across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls of Teressa's private quarters. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and aged wood, a sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the manor. Eon entered quietly, his footsteps soft on the plush rug, drawn by her summon like it was the natural thing to do. She sat in her rocking chair by the window, her silhouette was elegant and commanding, yet there was a softness in her gaze that only he saw.
"Come, my little Eon. Sit beside me," she said, her voice a gentle invitation, gesturing to the spot next to her.
He approached without hesitation, settling close enough that their arms brushed a little. The warmth of her presence was intoxicating, a silent pull that had grown between them over time. She turned to him, studying his face in the low light for a long moment, just fifteen seconds that felt like an eternity. Her eyes traced the lines of his features, now sharper, more defined than the boyish innocence she first remembered.
"You are not the little Eon I used to know," she murmured, a hint of wistful affection in her tone.
Eon's throat tightened, a flicker of unease stirring within him. For a split second, he started to wonder if she had glimpsed the deeper truth, the transference, the other world. But her words carried no accusation, only a tender observation. He swallowed the knot, his mind racing through many possibilities, trying to come up with a counter answer, but he held her gaze steadily.
She laughed softly, a melodic sound that eased the tension. "Haha. Relax, I meant it in a good way. Look at you, sweating like that." Her hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead with surprising gentleness. "As long as this side of you, the one that's still so endearingly vulnerable, never changes, it will be okay. I won't grow bored of you. But it's refreshing to see you acting differently once in a while, Eon. Growing into a man only makes you more captivating. Huhu." She smiled, her imagination wandering to visions of him fully matured, strong and commanding, yet still hers in secret.
Relief washed over him, and he let out a quiet sigh. 'Hah. It seems I worried for nothing. She and Eon were close, I think.'
'Strange,' she thought fleetingly. 'I didn't mean anything hidden by that, yet he reacted so strongly. Is there something he's keeping from me? Nah. It is Eon after all. It is probably nothing.' Dismissing the notion, she focused on him fully, her eyes sparkling with unspoken desire.
"But what happened to you? Why are you so silent? And what are these marks all over your body? Did someone beat you or something?" Suddenly noticing the wounds and marks of whips on Eon's body made her worry and panic.
She was genuinely beginning to panic over a slave she owns. That made Eon a little less angry towards her being the same human nobles who were holding them captives underground. But as she looked oblivious to the wound on his body, he was beginning to understand that she really was oblivious to her own son's crimes which he was doing behind her back. That made his anger towards her flare up once again.
'What kind of parent doesn't know their child is beating slaves and using them as he pleases.' Whatever guilt he had about his plan vanished right now. His guilt transformed into determination for what he is about to do to her.
While he was contemplating his plan, Teressa's words hung in the air, laced with a deeper meaning. In the manor, he was her slave in name, but in these stolen moments, he was her hidden lover, the one who ignited a fire inside her she dared not show the world.
Without answering her, he did something else. Surprising her, Eon placed his hand on her thigh, his touch was soft yet deliberate, caressing the smooth fabric of her dress as he met her eyes directly. There was no fear in his gaze, no hesitation as before. Instead, a bold confidence that sent a thrill through her.
Teressa's breath caught, she forgot about her question and worry. Her expression shifting from mild surprise to a subtle arousal in mere seconds. She didn't pull away; in fact, she leaned into it, her body responding instinctively. She had always seen him this way, her secret flame, the one who could match her intensity without the chains of status binding them here.
Emboldened, Eon lifted his left hand and gently cupped one of her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve through the fabric. Sitting beside her left side, it felt natural, his right hand continuing its sensual exploration of her thigh. Teressa said nothing, her lips parting slightly as she allowed it, her eyes locking with his in silent encouragement. She wanted to see this new bold side of him unfold, to feel the shift in their dynamic ignite into something primal.
As if reading her thoughts, Eon slipped his right hand beneath her dress, his fingers grazing her belly button in slow, teasing circles. A jolt of electricity surged through her, like a lightning bolt igniting her core. She grabbed his hand instinctively, but not to stop him, but more to steady herself. Undeterred, his left hand found her nipple through the fabric, tugging gently, sending another wave of stinging pleasure coursing through her.
She released his hand with a gasp, her body arching slightly as he resumed caressing her belly, then switching to her other nipple. His touch explored her fully opened back, every inch he could reach from their position, treating her like a treasure.
This was his first true intimate encounter in this life or his past one. The grief and hardships of Earth had left no room for such connections, and his elven memories felt distant, unreal. Here, now, she was his focus, her body was a canvas of gold under his hands, ready to paint as he wished.
When the sitting position no longer sufficed, Eon stood, his voice low and gentle, yet commanding. "My lady, may I have the honor of undressing you in a more fitting way?"
Something primal ignited in her at his noble tone. He never talked like this, like ever. She rose from the chair, taking his hand and leading him to the grand queen-sized bed in the corner of her vast room, a space that felt intimate despite its size. They sat on the edge, Eon to her left. He helped her undress slowly, navigating the intricate fastenings with care, leaving only her undergarments for the moment.
With a firm but tender push, he guided her to lie back on the bed, positioning himself above her, his hands were on either side of her body. He began massaging her underboobs, the softness of those round things yielding to his touch like silk. It was addictive, but he sensed her growing hunger, the way her hips shifted restlessly beneath him every time he flicked her nipples.
He knew he couldn't give in too easily. To bind her to him, he had to push her to the edge, make her crave him like an addiction. Drawing from the forbidden knowledge of his Earth life, hours of illicit videos, he planned to surpass the crude couplings of this medieval world. No rushed dominance here; he would seduce her fully, using his so called technique to conquer her desires.
Refraining from a kiss just yet, he lowered his head, unbuttoning her blouse to expose her big but perky breasts. His mouth descended almost instantly as they opened up, hungrily, devouring one nipple with licks and sucks, saliva trailing down her skin. Teressa moaned, a sound she'd never made before, men nursing at a woman's breast was not foreign to her, yet it sent fluids leaking from her core. She grabbed his head, pressing him deeper, suffocating him in her softness, a dream was fulfilled for Eon.
He bit gently on her right nipple, his hands were never idle all this time: one tracing her underarm, the other slipping fingers into her mouth. She sucked them eagerly, like sweet candy. His left hand trailed down, grabbing the subtle curve of her waist, pinching lightly to leave a mark of possession. Then, lower still, his fingers slid under her underwear, teasing the entrance to her most intimate gate, sending tickles of anticipation through her.
She jolted, her body shaking as if to deny him, but Eon was relentless. To distract her, he released her breast and moved up, staring into her eyes for two intense seconds. Without warning, he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss.
At first, she resisted, her lips tight, but soon they parted, tongues entwining in a battle of passion. The kiss deepened, raw and consuming, her hands clutching his shoulders as if to pull him closer.
His fingers found her entrance again, slipping inside with a slow thrust. She gasped into his mouth, her walls clenching around him. Eon added another finger, curling them to hit that hidden spot, his thumb circled her clit in rhythmic pressure. Teressa's hips bucked up, her moans getting louder, echoing in the chamber. "Eon... no more," she growled, her voice husky with need.
He broke the kiss, trailing bites down her neck, marking her as his. His free hand pinched her nipples alternately, heightening the sensations. She writhed beneath him, her body became a live wire, fluids soaking his hand. "Don't stop," she demanded this time, her nails digging into his back, drawing faint lines of red.
Eon withdrew his fingers suddenly, eliciting a frustrated whine from her. He stripped off her undergarments fully, then his own clothes, his arousal had reached its peak, this cock was thick and throbbing to enter her. Positioning himself at her entrance, he teased her folds, rubbing against her without entering. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, his voice rough with restraint.
"I need you," Teressa confessed, her eyes wild with desire. "Take me, Eon. Make me yours."
With a sudden thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She cried out loudly, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Their rhythm was intense, bodies slamming together in a frenzy of sweat and gasps. Eon pounded into her, each stroke hitting deeper than before, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Teressa met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking his skin, urging him on.
The bed creaked under their ferocious shaking, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. After ten minutes like this, she climaxed first, her walls spasming around him, a flood of warmth coating them both. "Eon!" she screamed, her body arching in ecstasy.
He followed soon after, spilling inside her with a guttural roar, collapsing atop her in a tangle of limbs. They lay there, panting, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. In this moment, they were equals, lovers hidden from the world, bound by a passion that transcended their roles.
As their breaths slowed, Teressa whispered, "You've always been a beast, but this time was something else. Like someone possessed you. I like it." Eon smiled, knowing this was just the beginning.
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