Steam rose from the bathtub, creating a dense mist that isolated Lyra and me from the rest of the world. The woman who, just minutes ago, had challenged my authority with bold glares and a predator's stance now seemed to have transformed into melting wax under the heat of the water and my touch.
I sat behind her, feeling Lyra's bronzed back skin pressed against my chest. My hands, now free from the shackles of noble etiquette, moved up to cup her full breasts. With slow, deliberate movements, I began to play with her nipples, pinching them lightly between my thumb and forefinger while whispering hot words against her neck.
"Where did all that confidence go, Lyra?" I whispered, feeling her body shudder violently. "You seemed so fearless in the office... now you can barely look at me."
With every caress, every provocation, she sank deeper against me, letting out short, heavy sighs. I felt her nipples harden under my fingers, reacting instantly to the stimulus.
"Are these your weak spots?" I asked, taking a light bite of her earlobe. "It seems the 'lioness' of Solaria is more sensitive than she appears."
"Ahnn... Your Grace..." Lyra finally managed to stammer, her voice husky with desire. "These touches... what is this? Is it part of your blessing? I... I've never felt anything like this before..."
"Yes," I lied partially, maintaining control of the narrative. "Lust's blessing gave me a deep knowledge of the female body. I know exactly where to touch to make you overflow."
As I spoke, the mark on my chest began to pulse with a steady purple light. I noticed a fascinating nuance of the system: the mark reacted to any act of a lewd nature. The simple fact of being naked with her, touching her in a naughty way, was already generating a constant flow of mana. However, the intensity of the energy was directly proportional to the intensity of the pleasure I caused.
I slid my hands down Lyra's smooth, bronzed belly, feeling her abdominal muscles contract. When I reached her intimate area, I dipped my fingers into the water and began to make circular motions over her clitoris.
Lyra jolted, her legs involuntarily spreading in the water. She was now a completely different woman; she was immersed in sensations her medieval mind could never have conceived. To her, a man's touch was something crude, a necessary step for reproduction, but what I was doing was sensory engineering.
"My God... sir..." she gasped, throwing her head back onto my shoulder. "I feel like I'm going to explode... my arms have no strength left..."
"This is just the warm-up, Lyra," I said, increasing the pressure of the stimulus. "I want to see how much mana this bronzed body of yours can produce before I even enter you."
I made Lyra stand up. Water cascaded down her bronzed body, highlighting every curve under the light of the magic crystals. I ordered her to lean forward, bracing herself against the stone rim of the tub. She obeyed promptly, arching her back and offering her large, round ass in my direction.
Looking back, Lyra's eyes widened. The sassy confidence she flaunted in the village vanished completely, replaced by genuine shock.
"My lord..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "I... I've never seen one that size. How is it going to fit?"
"You're going to feel what it's like to be truly filled for the first time," I replied, my voice heavy with an authority that made her shiver.
Before advancing, a translucent panel flashed before my eyes. The Lust system was more advanced than I had imagined.
[FERTILITY CONTROL ACTIVATED]
Do you wish to make the semen infertile for this act? (Can be changed at any time)
With a mental command, I activated the function. An heir now would be a political and logistical disaster; I needed soldiers and mana, not babies. With the path safe, I positioned myself behind her. I gripped her hips firmly and pushed with resolve, penetrating Lyra's hot, tight, and completely drenched pussy.
"HAAAHHH!" Her moan was heavy, almost a cry of shock that echoed through the bathroom.
Her body locked up, her hands clutching the rim of the tub so hard her knuckles turned white. I stayed still for a second, feeling the heat of her internal walls crushing me.
"Did it hurt?" I asked, my breathing already heavy.
"A little..." she replied, panting, her face flushed. "But it's not pain, sir... it's just... it's so big. I feel like you're touching my soul."
"I'll go slow. Let your body get used to the expansion," I said, starting to slide my cock slowly in and out.
With every subtle movement, I felt her vaginal tissue mold itself around me. Lyra began to let out deep moans, the rhythm of her breathing accelerating. My theory was correct: the flow of mana now circulating through me was much more violent and dense than during the preliminaries. It was as if the penetration had opened the floodgates of a reservoir.
I focused on giving her the time she needed, but Lyra was a vibrant source of energy. In a slightly deeper and stronger thrust, I felt her internal walls have a violent spasm. Her face buried into her arms and she let out a muffled scream as her body went into convulsions.
She had reached orgasm in a matter of minutes. I was surprised; her vitality was such that the mere filling and slow movements were enough to make her crumble into pleasure.
Lyra continued to tremble, her pussy pulsing frantically around my cock, sucking out the energy I hadn't yet discharged.
Lyra was leaning against the edge of the tub, her legs shaky and her gaze lost. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as the warm water slid down her bronzed body.
"I... I've never felt anything like this, my lord," she confessed, her voice fragile, stripped of any of those defenses she used in the village. "It was... it was as if everything in me caught fire all at once."
Hearing that, a cynical thought crossed my mind. Elena had said the same. Now Lyra. I began to realize that, for the women of this world, sex was likely a mechanical task, fast and devoid of any technique from the men. I felt a twinge of pity for the men of Solaria; they had no idea what they were missing by not knowing how to satisfy a woman. And I felt even more for the women, who lived entire lives without knowing their own potential.
"You can feel this every day, Lyra," I teased, allowing a half-smile to surface as I watched her reaction.
She widened her blonde eyes, doubt shining in them.
"Is it true? You... would you do this with me every day?"
"It's obvious, isn't it?" I replied with cold logic, but punctuated by my own pride. "After all, it's your job to sleep with me. But beyond that, I have my standards. I only feel satisfied when my partner is too. An engineer never leaves an engine running at half capacity."
Lyra broke into a wide, genuine smile, a mix of relief and excitement.
"That's incredible..." she whispered.
I decided it was time to raise the mana load. I grabbed one of her legs, lifting it and resting it on my shoulder, while the other remained firm on the bottom of the tub. Without warning, I restarted the movements, but this time the rhythm was different. I was no longer being subtle. My hips moved with strength and speed, penetrating her deeply in an accelerated rhythm that made the bathtub water splash over the edges.
The mark of Lust on my chest began to glow with feverish intensity, pulsing in sync with Lyra's moans, which were now loud and uncontrolled. At the height of the movement, I pulled her hard, pinning her body to mine. With one leg still suspended and my hand buried in the firm flesh of her ass, I crushed her full breasts against my chest as I continued to thrust with vigor.
We were face to face, our breaths mingling in the bathroom steam. Lyra was in a trance, breathless, her eyes glazed over on me. Before she could say anything, I took her lips in a deep kiss. She was startled for a microsecond—kissing didn't seem to be common in her previous encounters—but she soon gave in, moving her tongue against mine, exploring that new kind of intimacy without haste, even as the pleasure down below was violent.
The kiss was only interrupted when I felt the unmistakable tingling at the base of my cock. I was at my limit. With one last deep thrust, I unloaded everything. I felt the hot jets of cum fill the back of her pussy, a sensation of emptying that brought with it a massive wave of energy coursing through my system.
When I finally withdrew my cock, Lyra let out a long sigh, sliding down the wall of the tub until she sat in the water. The thick, white sperm began to run down her bronzed legs, mixing with the water while she still tried to process the intensity of what she had just lived.
The system windows flashed before me again:
[LUST'S BLESSING: ACT RESULTS]
> Strength: +1
> Vitality: +2
> Speed: +1
> Mana: +2
[PARTNER PROFILE]
Name: Lyra
Age: 29 years
Occupation: Arthur's Maid (Contracted)
Intimacy Level: 3
Warning: When the Intimacy Level reaches 10, she will become your Absolute Woman.
I stepped out of the bathtub, feeling invigorated, as if I could knock down a wall with a punch. The exhaustion of the interview day had completely vanished.
"Clean yourself up, Lyra," I said, grabbing a towel. "Dinner should be ready. And you'll need to regain your energy; work starts early tomorrow."
After the refreshing bath with Lyra, I walked to my room, feeling the weight of my steps much lighter; the extra vitality pulsed in every fiber of my muscles. I put on a light silk tunic, something comfortable for the end of the day, and returned to the dining room.
The aroma of beef stew filled the air, but looking at the table, I noticed something wrong. There was a generous portion of meat in a center dish, but the side dishes around it seemed aimed at providing only me with the main protein.
"Elena," I called, pointing to the pot. "Why did you prepare only this amount of meat? Don't we have more in stock?"
Elena, who was finishing setting the cutlery, stopped and looked down, visibly embarrassed. Her hands tightened on her apron.
"We do, Your Grace... but the meat is... well, it's for you. Nobles and people of means are the only ones who..." she hesitated, her voice trailing off. "We are used to grains and broths, sir. We wouldn't dare..."
"Forget that," I interrupted, with a firmness that allowed no argument. "In this house, the rules out there don't apply. If I eat meat, you eat meat. We are a unit now. Go and prepare more for all of you."
Elena's eyes widened, surprised by such a breach of protocol, but she gave a deep bow and ran back to the kitchen with a flash of gratitude on her face.
While we waited, my eyes turned to Maya, who was finishing setting the glasses. I tried to focus my mind on her, hoping the Lust system would open her status, but nothing happened. The purple window remained dark for her.
I see... I thought, crossing my arms. My theory is proving correct. The system only unlocks detailed information and status control for women I have already had carnal contact with. Elena and Lyra are open books; Maya is still an unknown.
Taking advantage of the fact that Lyra was still changing and Elena was at the stove, I approached Maya. Her scent was different, fresher, like freshly cut grass. I leaned in and whispered close to her ear, feeling her stiffen instantly.
"Maya... come to my room tonight, after everyone is asleep. We have pending business regarding your 'instruction'."
She didn't say a word. She only gave a slight nod, an almost imperceptible gesture, but her eyes showed she had perfectly understood the order.
Lyra appeared in the room shortly after, radiant and with her hair still damp, sitting at the table with contagious energy. We all dined together, a scene that would be considered a scandal in any other duchy of the empire, but here it was the foundation of my new regime.
"To be clear," I began, while wiping my lips, "you will have work here. Keeping this house clean, taking care of the kitchen and organization. The main mansion has its own staff, but no one enters this cabin besides us and Tobias. You have total freedom to move around the mansion and the village, but what happens within this barrier is a state secret."
Dinner ended in an atmosphere of strange but functional camaraderie. Elena and Lyra were left in charge of the dishes, laughing quietly about something I couldn't hear, while Maya retired to wash up.
I went to my room. I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and feeling the mana accumulated in my chest vibrating like an engine at idle. Night fell over Solaria, the silence broken only by the sound of the wind in the trees.
Then, I heard it. Three light, almost hesitant knocks on the wood of the door.
"Enter," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Maya took a hesitant step into the room. The nightdress I had left prepared for her was made of a fine, almost ethereal fabric that traced her young silhouette under the pale moonlight. She looked small, her shoulders slightly hunched, an image of shyness that contrasted with the defensive stance she maintained during the day.
"Come closer, Maya," I ordered softly, staying reclined. "Sit here, with your back to me."
She obeyed in silence, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could see the subtle tremble in her hands resting on her knees.
"Is there a problem? Something you want to say?" I asked, watching the tense line of her neck.
"None, Your Grace," she replied, but her voice was just a thread.
"Listen well... I won't force you into anything. If your heart isn't in this, you can walk out that door right now," I said, testing her resolve.
"No!" she exclaimed, almost in a panic, turning slightly. "I... I'll do it. I want to do the service."
It became clear to me at that moment: Maya was living through an internal conflict. Pragmatism spoke loudly—she needed the gold, the security, the life I offered—but something in her upbringing or her own nature made her hesitate before physical surrender. She wanted the reward, but feared the process.
The mark on my chest gave a jolt, pulsing with a hunger I was beginning to recognize. Without saying another word, I gripped her waist and pulled her to the center of the bed, making her lie down. Maya closed her eyes, her face flushed with shame, waiting for the impact of a brutal invasion that, in her mind, was the only form of sex that existed.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Maya," I whispered, bringing my face close to hers.
She widened her eyes, surprise outweighing fear.
"Kiss? But... sir... kissing is what couples do when they love each other. It's how a marriage is sealed..."
Finally, the missing piece of this world's cultural puzzle clicked into place. Kissing was seen as a sacred act, exclusive to romantic love and matrimony. That explained Lyra's initial shock and Maya's resistance.
"For me, and for my blessing, it works differently," I explained, keeping my voice calm and seductive. "A kiss is a doorway to pleasure. It creates a connection that fuels mana just as much as the rest. Now... open your mouth a little."
I leaned in and joined my lips to hers. At first, she was rigid, her lips sealed, but as I explored her mouth with sweetness and firmness, I felt the barrier crumble. To my surprise, Maya was a natural learner. In a few seconds, she relaxed, her hands moved up to my chest, and she began to reciprocate, surrendering to the kiss with an intensity I didn't expect from someone so hesitant.
When we pulled apart, we were both breathless. The purple glow of the mark illuminated her face, which now wore an expression of pure wonder.
"What did you think of that?" I asked, watching a tear of relief or pleasure glint in the corner of her eye.
"It was... different. It was very good, sir," she admitted, her voice now heavy with a new curiosity. "I didn't know it... could be like that."
"That was only the beginning, Maya," I said, sliding my hand along the fabric of her dress, moving up her thigh. "Now I'm going to show you what is truly good."