Alicia felt every inch of him—the heat, the pressure, the sting of her own blood—but it was the tenderness in his touch and the warmth of his gaze that eased her trembling body. Slowly, her tension lted away, replaced by trust and an undeniable yearning.
Arthur remained still, his cock buried deep inside her, his breaths shallow and uneven as he fought the overwhelming urge to move. The tightness around him, the softness of her trembling body, was almost too much to bear, but he held on, his focus entirely on her.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, brushing a kiss against her forehead, his voice filled with both restraint and care.
Alicia nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breaths shaky. "I'm okay… You can move," she said softly, her tone trembling yet filled with determination.
Arthur exhaled a shaky breath, his hands caressing her sides as he began to move. His hips rocked gently, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one cautious as if he feared causing her pain.
Alicia's eyes never left his, her gaze a mix of trust and growing pleasure. His slow, steady rhythm allowed her body to adjust, the initial discomfort gradually fading away.
"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice husky and full of admiration.
As his movents beca more fluid, the friction between them intensified, her tight walls clenching around him in response. Alicia's breath hitched, her body betraying her growing pleasure as her hips began to et his tentative thrusts.
The discomfort gave way to sothing new—an intoxicating heat that spread through her body with every stroke. Her walls tightened instinctively, her arousal making each movent smoother, her body welcoming him fully.
"Arthur…" she gasped, her voice breathy, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassnt and delight. "It feels… so good."
Hearing her words, Arthur's restraint began to waver. His pace quickened slightly, his thrusts growing deeper, each one pulling a soft moan from her lips. The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the air, a symphony of intimacy and growing passion.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as her body arched beneath him, her soft gasps and quiet moans urging him on.
"Yes… yes… I'm cumming!" Alicia moaned, her voice trembling with unrestrained pleasure.
I felt her walls tighten around my cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn't need to tell —her body said it all. She was close, and the rhythmic contractions of her pussy sent shivers of anticipation coursing through .
My movents grew more urgent, my thrusts deeper and faster as I chased my own release. My eyes never left hers, the raw, unspoken connection between us amplifying the intensity of the mont.
"Clap… Clap… Clapp," the sound of flesh eting flesh echoed in the room, a rhythm that matched our rising passion.
Alicia's eyes flew open wide, her body arching as the first waves of her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
"Ahh, Art…!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief as her climax overtook her. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her walls convulsing around my cock as she released, her juices soaking .
The sensation of her pulsing, wet heat was enough to drive to the edge. My hips bucked faster, my groans growing louder as my own release lood closer.
"I… I'm close," I groaned, my voice tight with desperation.
Just as the pressure built to its peak, I pulled out with a slick "plop," the sudden cool air hitting my throbbing cock.
Gripping myself firmly, I positioned my length over her bare body, stroking furiously as the first hot spurt of cum erupted from . Thick ropes of my release painted her skin, streaking across her heaving breasts, down her belly, and onto her slick thighs. A few stray splashes landed on her flushed face.
Alicia gasped softly, her lips parting in a teasing smile. Slowly, she swiped her finger across her cheek, collecting a bead of my cum, and brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking it clean in a deliberate, seductive motion.
"Mmm… you taste… incredible," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
Her words, her actions—everything about her in that mont—left utterly spent and completely captivated. I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms as we both caught our breath. The room was filled with the heady scent of passion, the only sound was our mingled breathing.
"You're amazing," I whispered into her hair, my lips brushing against her temple.
Alicia nestled closer, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest as a contented smile graced her lips. "So are you… Arthur."
With that, Alicia drifted into dreamland, a content smile gracing her lips. I watched her peaceful expression, her delicate features bathed in the soft light of the room. My dick was still hard, throbbing with the lingering heat of unspent desire, but I let it be. This was her first ti, and she deserved rest, not more demands.
More than that, sothing about this encounter was… different. The raw, lustful hunger I usually felt with other won wasn't there. Instead, a deep, unfamiliar yearning filled its place. It wasn't just about her body—it was about her. I wanted to protect her, to hold her close and shield her from everything.
This was a foreign feeling, and it left utterly confused. I had only t her today—how could my emotions grow to such an extent? As these thoughts swirled through my mind, Sol's voice broke through the silence.
[This feeling is foreign to you because it's not entirely yours.]
Her words made pause. "What do you an?"I asked cautiously, my brow furrowing.
[What I an is, that these emotions belong to the real Arthur. Even though he's gone, his mories and feelings are still embedded deep within his subconscious mind. Intense stimulation, like what just happened, can surface them.] Sol explained, her tone matter-of-fact.
"So… you're saying this is his love for Alicia surfacing?"
[Precisely. Arthur may have loved Alicia deeply when he was alive. Seeing her again and sharing such an intimate mont is triggering his subconscious feelings.]
I fell silent, the weight of her explanation settling over . "You an to say his mories are still inside my mind?" I finally asked, trying to make sense of it.
[Not just mories,] Sol clarified. [His emotions, too. They're intertwined, surfacing when triggered.]
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Is there any way to retrieve them?" I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance. "I'm sick of stumbling through his past like a clueless fool every ti it catches up to ."
Sol's chuckle echoed softly. [Of course, there's a way. The system offers solutions for everything—but you'll need enough points to unlock it.]
"Figures," I muttered, shaking my head.
I glanced down at Alicia, her features serene, her breathing soft and steady. Whether these emotions were mine, Arthur's, or a blend of both, they felt real. For now, that was all that mattered.
"Let's discuss this tomorrow," I murmured, my voice heavy with exhaustion. "Morning will be here soon, and I need at least a little sleep."
Pulling her bare body gently into my embrace, I felt her warmth against , a comforting sensation that lulled further into the realm of slumber. With her soft breaths syncing with mine, I finally let go of my thoughts and drifted into dreamland.
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, I stirred awake to the muffled sound of commotion outside the room. Sitting up, I imdiately noticed the bed was empty. Alicia wasn't beside .
Scanning the room, I spotted her pacing back and forth, fully dressed, biting her nails nervously. The tension in her expression matched the chaotic sounds from outside.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.
Hearing , she spun around and rushed to my side. "Oh, thank the gods, you're awake!"
"Yeah, I'm awake," I replied, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Now, tell what's got you so worked up."
She took a deep breath before blurting out, "The maids went to wake up in my room, but I wasn't there. Now they're searching the entire manor for !"
I frowned, leaning back against the headboard. "Why not just tell them you're here? By how much you scread last night, soone must've heard and figured it out anyway."
Alicia's face flushed a deep red as she stamred, "Th-that's impossible! All the rooms in the manor are enchanted with soundproof magic."
"Soundproof magic? To the whole manor?" I raised an eyebrow. "And yet Duke's heir's room doesn't have it? What kind of oversight is that?"
Ignoring my complaint, she continued, "The point is, no one knows I'm here. If I go out now and admit I stayed in your room, they'll think that lady of Raven family is a lusty woman who couldn't control herself and... and..." She hesitated, her voice dropping to a shy whisper.
A grin spread across my face as I teased, "Well, it's not like they'd be wrong, would they?"
Alicia's cheeks turned a brighter shade of crimson as she lightly swatted my arm. "Stop teasing ! This is serious!"
I chuckled, enjoying her flustered reaction. "Alright, alright," I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "Let's figure out how to handle this without ruining your precious reputation."
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