The room was steeped in an almost sacred silence, broken only by Maya's ragged breathing and the distant creaking of the manor wood cooling as the night deepened. Under the moonlight, Maya looked like an ivory statue—vulnerable, yet mesmerizing.
I positioned myself over her, feeling the weight of my authority mingled with growing desire. I began to slide the fabric of her nightdress upward. The silk was soft, but Maya's skin, as it was revealed, felt even finer. My fingers brushed against her thighs, and I felt her muscles contract in small spasms of anticipation.
As the dress rose, Maya's mystery unraveled. When the silk passed the curve of her hips, I saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Her small intimacy, adorned with a delicate blonde fuzz, was exposed to the silvery light. Near her navel, I noticed a small dark birthmark—a detail that looked like nature's signature on her belly, giving her a touch of imperfection that made her even more real and desirable.
Upon removing the dress completely, her breasts were revealed. They weren't large like Lyra's or heavy like Elena's, but they had a perfect shape, firm with rosy nipples that seemed to beg for attention.
"You are much more beautiful than you let on under those peasant clothes, Maya," I whispered.
I moved my hand to her breasts, catching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twirling it lightly while my other hand palmed her ribs. She let out a sharp gasp, her hands clutching the sheets tightly. I leaned in and began to lick the skin around the areola, tasting the sweetness of her skin, before taking the nipple into my lips and sucking gently.
Maya shuddered violently.
"Ah... sir... it's so... strange and good... I didn't know I could feel my whole body tingle like this."
While my mouth worked on her breast, I slid my hand down to the birthmark and continued downward until I found her wetness. To my surprise, the Lust System had already prepared the ground: she was soaked. The previous kiss and the shock of nudity had broken her physical defenses before I even truly began.
I stood up, kneeling between her legs. With my torso straight and my eyes locked on hers, I gripped my cock, which pulsed with the energy of the mark on my chest. I rubbed it slowly from top to bottom, letting the glans slide over her damp clitoris.
The effect was instant. Maya threw her head back, her neck arched, and a long, heavy sigh escaped her parted lips. The contrast between the shyness of her mind and the lust of her body was the perfect source for the mana I sought.
"Look at me, Maya," I commanded. "I want you to see who is doing this to you."
She opened her eyes, clouded by initial pleasure, and gave a slight nod, authorizing the invasion that would change her life forever. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows over Maya's body as I positioned myself between her legs. There was a weight in the air, a mixture of expectation and the static electricity of mana beginning to condense around us. I penetrated her slowly, feeling the initial resistance of a musculature unaccustomed to such fullness.
I expected the break—the biological sign that I was the first—but as I slid into that tight heat, I realized the path, though narrow, had been traveled before. There was no blood.
A wave of realization washed over my mind. So that's it, I thought, watching Maya's squeezed-shut eyes and her hands clutching the sheet with disproportionate force. The conflict I had seen in her all day wasn't just shyness; it was divided loyalty. There was likely a lad in the village, someone of her own kind, a peasant love she left behind in exchange for the stability and gold my house offered. To her, this was a sacrifice; to me, it was merely the fulfillment of a contract.
But I was not a man moved by trivial jealousy. I was an engineer of power. If she was there by choice, I would ensure her choice was worth it. Before starting the rhythmic movement, I focused my will on the system.
[ANTI-PREGNANCY MECHANISM: ACTIVATED]
I felt a subtle warmth course through my energy channels, sealing my fertility for that act. With a sigh of satisfaction, I began to move. Maya's pussy was small and incredibly responsive, every inch of her internal walls seemingly trying to grip my cock with desperation.
Maya began to let out short, sharp moans, sounds she was clearly trying to suppress. Embarrassed by her own body's betrayal, she brought her hand to her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. I smirked, feeling the flow of mana begin to flood my core. It was an intoxicating sensation, far more potent than any drink or drug; sex, when allied with energy conversion, became a transcendental experience.
I made a point of dictating the pace. I would pull my cock almost all the way out, feeling the cool air brush against the damp glans, only to push it all back in, slowly, expanding her and forcing her mind to register every millimeter of that invasion.
"Does it feel good, Maya?" I asked, my voice coming out husky and laden with a pleasurable arrogance.
"Yes... ahn... yes, milord," she gasped, her legs trembling. "I... I've never felt it this way before..."
Her words were the final confirmation. She already knew the act, but what she knew was likely something quick and functional. What I was offering was a sensory symphony.
"I'm going to increase the pleasure," I announced.
I lay over her, assuming the missionary position. The contact was searing. I felt her modest breasts crushed against my chest as I pinned her arms above her head. I began to move my hips with more vigor, trading slow exploration for faster, deeper thrusts.
Maya lost the battle against silence. Her moans turned into heavy, constant sighs, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow as she lost herself in the rhythm I imposed. The mark on my chest now glowed with an almost white-purple hue, signaling that mana production was hitting a critical peak. I felt Maya's sweat gluing her skin to mine as my lips explored the pulsing line of her neck. Every kiss was an anchor, holding her in the present. My hips never stopped; they dictated a powerful cadence, turning the act into a lesson in anatomy and ecstasy.
The stimuli were too new for her. I saw in her eyes the struggle between what she thought she should feel and what her body was screaming for. Finally, the barrier collapsed. Maya arched her body violently, fingers clawing into my back as an electric orgasm surged through her. The moan that escaped her lips was a long, pure note of surrender.
I pulled back enough to see her. She seemed to float in a sea of sensation. I let her savor the moment, but I wasn't satisfied. The mana was flowing, and I needed more.
"On all fours, Maya," I commanded, my voice low and authoritative.
She blinked, confusion clouding her expression. I explained the position, and I saw shame fight against obedience.
"Milord... this position... it's degrading, it's shameful," she whispered.
"Trust me," I replied, tilting her chin. "I am not the men of the village. I am your master, and I will take you somewhere no one else ever could."
She yielded. Seeing her in that position, the view was magnificent. I gripped one of her butt cheeks firmly and spread it slightly. The light from the magic crystals revealed every detail of her intimacy, from her contracted anus to the entrance of her pussy, glistening with the moisture I had caused. Maya let out a muffled whimper, hiding her face in the pillow.
I wasted no time. I positioned myself behind her, aligned my cock, and with a decisive thrust, filled her again. The angle was perfect; I felt as though I was touching the very core of her existence. I began to strike with vigor, abandoning all subtlety. With every slap of my hips against hers, her ass trembled, and the sound of our skin meeting filled the room.
Maya no longer tried to hide. Plunged into that raw rhythm, she began to cry out for more, her moans turning guttural. I felt my mana core vibrate, absorbing every drop of energy. When I felt her internal walls contract in a second orgasm—far more intense than the first—I knew it was my limit.
With one final, deep thrust that stole her breath away, I unloaded. I felt the hot jet of semen flood her, an emptying that brought absolute clarity.
The system windows flashed:
[ACT RESULTS: MAYA]
>Strength: +2
>Vitality: +2
>Happiness: +1
>Mana Generated: +3
Finally, the veil over Maya was lifted:
[PARTNER STATUS]
>Name: Maya
>Age: 20 years
>Occupation: Arthur's Maid
>Affinity: 1
System Note: Extremely low affinity. This partner has deep mental reservations. The path to absolute loyalty will be arduous.
I withdrew my cock slowly, watching the trail of my pleasure run down her thighs. Maya collapsed, exhausted. I narrowed my eyes at the Affinity 1. The sex had been incredible, but her mind was still a fortress that pleasure alone would not tear down.
Maya took a long time to recover, remaining face down, her breath still heavy against the sheets. I settled on my back beside her, feeling physical exhaustion replaced by analytical mental clarity. While my hand, almost by instinct, massaged the soft flesh of her ass, I focused on the translucent panel floating before me.
[STATUS]
>Name: Arthur
>Profession: Leader of Solaria
>Blessing: Lust
>Vitality: 55
>Speed: 40
>Strength: 45
>Mana: 79
>Skills: Basic Magic, Basic Fencing.
I evaluated the numbers with an internal grimace. I was weak. Compared to the standards of this world, I was barely a beginner. The mana had risen thanks to Elena, Lyra, and Maya, but the road to the top was still a steep climb.
Maya finally moved. Her voice trembling, she whispered that she would return to her own room.
"Stay," I ordered. "You can sleep right here."
She looked at me incredulously. In the social structure of this world, a servant would never share a bed with a lord unless she were an official concubine. She started to stutter about the difference in status, so I dropped the first absurd excuse that came to mind:
"I'm afraid of the dark, Maya. I need company."
It was a blatant lie, but it served its purpose. Maya realized there was no room for discussion and nodded, lying on the opposite edge of the bed. I didn't allow the distance; I grabbed her waist and pulled her close, pinning her back to my chest. I felt her startle, but my hands soon found their way back to her ass, squeezing firmly.
I could have gone for another round, but the day had been too long. Sleep came quickly, with the heat of Maya's body serving as the perfect sedative.
I woke up to golden sunlight flooding the room. Maya was still in my arms, her eyes open and fixed on me.
"Good morning, Your Grace," she greeted, her voice carried by a renewed shyness. I felt her body tense; she could feel my cock pulsing against her belly due to a morning erection—a biological sign that I was ready to start the day.
"Good morning, Maya. Since we woke up early, you'll have your first official task of the day," I announced, sitting up.
She looked at me curiously, so I explained what a "blowjob" was. The initial shock was followed by deep shame, but as I expected, Maya's sense of duty won out. She accepted, understanding her role was to satisfy my desires.
"I want you to do it with your ass turned toward me," I added.
Maya positioned herself beside me on her knees, offering me the magnificent view of her rear as she leaned over to take hold of me.
"Careful with the teeth," I warned, feeling a shiver as her warm, soft lips enveloped the glans for the first time.
As she slid her mouth up and down, exploring the new territory with hesitation, my hands returned to play with her ass, spreading her cheeks to observe her pussy—still sensitive from the night before. The sight of that submission, combined with the oral stimulation, was the perfect way to begin a new cycle in Solaria.