Nolan slowly woke, feeling the warmth of a body pressed against his. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, and he realized Eliza was lying beside him, completely molded to him. Her arms were wrapped around him, and her legs intertwined with his, as if she didn't want to let him go.
He looked at her, still half-asleep, and noticed how peaceful and content she seemed, completely unlike the woman who had screamed and begged for more the night before. In fact, looking at her then, sleeping so serenely, the girl truly was quite beautiful.
Carefully, he tried to move, but Eliza mumbled something unintelligible and squeezed him even tighter, her sensual breasts pressing against his.
With slow movements, he began to caress her back, feeling the softness of her skin under his fingers. Then his hand slid to her firm butt, gripping it tightly.
Eliza grumbled again, but this time her face contorted into a slight smile.
"Don't leave," she murmured, still half-asleep, hugging him tighter. "Please don't abandon me, I want to be by your side too."
He couldn't deny that seeing her being cute like that affected his heart. But he wasn't the sentimental type, so he pushed the girl away.
"Don't be so cruel to me!" The girl said, then pouted cutely.
"If you're awake, get up. I need to get ready for work."
"Okay," the girl agreed, then devoured her man with her eyes for a while. Nolan definitely had fine muscles.
"Looks like someone needs more attention this morning," Nolan teased.
Eliza giggled, a soft, melodious sound, and looked at him with eyes full of desire. "What if I say yes?"
He didn't need any more encouragement. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to explore her body again, kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, and letting his hands slide over her curves. Eliza arched her back, moaning softly, as she surrendered to his touch.
"You're insatiable," he murmured, feeling her body respond to his touch.
However, before he could respond, they both heard incessant banging on the door. Then Nolan heard a high-pitched, irritating voice call out to him.
"Nolan, answer me, I know you're in there, answer me now!"
The voice belonged to Clarice, the boy's neighbor. And, from the original Nolan's memories, he knew she was a frustrated woman who got angry easily.
She wasn't particularly powerful and had experienced several failures in life. She never managed to have a husband and ended up being forced to work at a low-income job. Naturally, all of this made her hate her own life.
And every day, she found some reason to complain to the boy. That was probably her way of dealing with her own frustration.
Fed up, Nolan pulled on the first pair of underwear he found, then walked almost naked to his front door and opened it with frustration.
Opening the door, he was met with a pair of breasts barely contained by a thin white shirt. Furthermore, the fact that the woman wasn't wearing a bra and her sweat made the blouse semi-transparent, allowing him to see her hard nipples.
Thinking about this, Nolan decided that, later, he'd find a way to fuck that woman. It shouldn't be that hard to win her over. But that morning, he was in a bad mood and didn't have time to deal with that annoying bitch.
"What happened last night? What was all that noise?" She started to complain, but was silenced by Nolan's firm tone as he asked:
"What do you want?"
The girl felt her legs weaken slightly as the towering man took a step closer. He was so large and imposing that she instinctively retreated.
"Uh, well... you were making a lot of noise last night, and…"
"I understand. My apologies for that," Nolan replied smoothly. "But I'd also appreciate it if you didn't cause a scene first thing in the morning. I doubt the other neighbors would appreciate the disturbance either, don't you think?"
His cold gaze swept over her body before locking onto her eyes, making her shrink back once more. She was the type of weak woman who enjoyed bullying those even weaker, but when confronted, she folded instantly.
"Mind telling me what's going on here?" Eliza suddenly stepped forward, assessing the situation.
Seeing some random bitch bothering her master, her fury ignited. She closed the distance, pressing her chest against the other woman's and forcing her to her knees with a surge of magical pressure.
Faced with such overwhelming power, the nosy neighbor trembled, her legs shaking as if her life were about to end.
"Enough," Nolan sighed softly, deactivating his slave's powers with a thought. Then, he gave Eliza's ass a light smack and said, "Go buy some bread from the bakery for me. I need breakfast, and I'm almost late for work."
Eliza wanted to protest, but ultimately obeyed, dashing off to please her master. Watching that sexy little girl hurry away to fulfill his order sent a rush of blood straight to Nolan's groin.
A smirk curled his lips as he noticed Clarice's wide-eyed stare, her gaze locked onto his unmistakable erection, her mouth hanging open in shock.
Taking a step forward, he made his erection practically touch the face of the girl who had fallen to the ground. And, for a second, the woman thought about touching the monstrosity in front of her, but quickly realized she was acting irrationally.
Embarrassed, she quickly took a step back and looked away, trying to understand what had happened to her.
By the way, looking closer, her face was even prettier.
"I think we're settled with that, don't you agree?" he asked in a firm tone.
"Ye-yes, uh, about that girl..."
"Don't worry, she won't do anything to you," his absolute confidence calmed the girl. "One more thing, I think to improve our coexistence, we should have dinner to discuss rules. I've noticed many of my actions and habits bother you."
Nolan said all this while brazenly staring at the girl's breasts, not caring at all what she might think. Clarice also noticed this, which made her embarrassed and a little happy.
"I think that could be a good idea..." she replied weakly.
"Understood, I'll be a bit busy this week," he murmured, "but on the weekend, at 7 PM, you can come to my place. I'll have a good wine ready for us, as for the food part, I can order something."
"You don't know how to cook?" She asked, surprised.
"No," he replied directly, his gaze as intense as ever.
Suddenly, an idea crossed Clarice's mind; the problem was that she also didn't know how to cook. At most, she did enough to survive. Still, she said:
"Don't worry, I can prepare dinner."
"Okay, and one more thing," Nolan approached the girl and touched her hair, removing some dirt from it. "There was some dust in your hair."
Their faces were very close, which made the girl look away shyly. Still, Nolan didn't step back; in fact, he moved even closer and surprisingly took the girl's lips.