The heavy oak door of my house clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing the finality of my evening with Lily. I leaned against it for a moment, the cool wood a small comfort against my back. Everyone was already asleep. The house was quiet, wrapped in a blanket of shadows and silence. Without making a sound, I made my way to my room and collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of my uniform.
I was tired. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually tired. My mind was a chaotic whirlwind, replaying the highlight reel of the past few days on a loop. The declaration of war against the Ruthless Animals, the impossible proposal to Lily, the dance, the kiss… It was all too much. Today had been a special kind of chaotic. From the moment I got the System, my life had been a non-stop rollercoaster, but this was different. The stakes felt higher, more personal.
I closed my eyes, trying to force the world away, trying to find a moment of peace. But all I could see was Lily's face—her blush, her smile, the hope shining in her turquoise eyes. A strange warmth spread through my chest.
Just as I was about to finally drift off, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, a sharp, insistent sound that shattered the quiet. I groaned, rolling over to grab it. It was a message from Isabel.
"Come to my room. I have a surprise for you."
My curiosity, a treacherous and tireless thing, instantly piqued. What kind of surprise could she possibly have for me at this hour? Weariness forgotten, I quietly slipped out of my room and padded down the silent hallway to hers.
I opened her door without knocking, a habit between us. And then, I froze.
I froze mid-step as my eyes caught her. She stood at the far end of the room, framed by the soft, ethereal glow of pastel LED lights she'd installed. She was wearing a playful two-piece outfit of sky blue and pink that hugged her curves with an effortless, teasing grace. The fabric was printed with little gaming symbols—joysticks, hearts, and power-ups—with two perfectly placed cherry icons right over her nipples. It was an outfit that managed to be equal parts cute and daring, innocent and provocative.
Isabel's long, wavy chocolate-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the shifting pastel lights like strands of silk. Her sparkling brown eyes, the same warm shade as my mom's, lifted to meet my gaze. There was a glint of mischief in them, a playful challenge that was underscored by a layer of pure, unadulterated innocence. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Her baby-pink lips, looking impossibly soft, curled into the faintest smile—subtle, knowing, and utterly irresistible.
My brain just… stopped. All the stress, all the plans, all the worries about guilds and teachers and my own complicated feelings—it all vanished, replaced by a single, primal, overwhelming thought.
Mine.
Subconsciously, my hand reached back and pushed the door shut, the soft click of the lock echoing in the suddenly charged atmosphere. I moved towards her, my steps slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving hers. Without a word, without a single thought, my hands went to her waist, pulling her flush against me. I kissed her.
Instinctively. It wasn't a simple kiss. It was a claiming. It was raw emotion and a sudden, explosive release of every pent-up feeling I'd been wrestling with. The kiss was deep and long, a desperate, hungry exploration. I poured all my confusion, all my stress, and all my burgeoning, undeniable desire for her into it.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air. She looked up at me, her eyes a little hazy, her lips swollen and red.
"Ain't you quite a bit too excited?" she said, her voice a little breathless. "I just wanted to discuss something with you."
I just smiled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. "But your outfit and your expression are saying something else entirely."
I ignored her half-hearted protest and scooped her up, dropping her gently onto the soft expanse of her bed. I followed her down, caging her beneath me. A jolt of pure, possessive energy shot through me. System, activate [Min] and [Incubus].
The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with a new, potent energy. I leaned in, my voice a low, husky whisper against her ear. "You know what, Isabel? If you really want to play a game, I'm seeing a very intriguing gamepad right here."
A shiver went through her. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's see, then."
That was all the invitation I needed. I lowered my head, my hands moving to cup her breasts through the thin, playful fabric. They were soft, yet firm, a perfect handful. A soft, loud moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Adam… no…" she whispered, but her body betrayed her words. She was loving it, arching into my touch even as she feigned resistance. I started to play with her, my thumbs teasing her hardened nipples through the cloth, right over the little cherry icons. She was moaning loudly now, a beautiful, unrestrained sound, her hands clutching at the sheets. She was embarrassed, but she wanted this just as much as I did.
"Ahhh… Adam," she said, her voice a soft, embarrassed tone. "Don't you think you're being a little too proactive?"
"Am I?" I murmured against her skin, my lips trailing a hot path down her neck. "I'm just playing with the gamepad." I reached her breast and gently bit her nipple through the fabric.
She moaned again, a loud, sharp cry of ecstasy that sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. While I was licking and playing with her breasts, my other hand moved lower, sliding down her flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. I slipped my fingers underneath, finding her already slick and ready for me. Her pussy was flooding, a testament to her own arousal.
"Izzy," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "I really like your wet pussy. It's calling me to play more."
She couldn't say anything, only moan, a helpless, beautiful sound from deep in her throat. She was defenseless, completely lost in the sensations I was creating. I moved lower, pulling her shorts aside. Her pussy was a perfect, pink bud, glistening and wet, calling to me.
I started licking her.
She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth. "You're so good today," she gasped. "Ahhh… Adam, not on my clitoris…"
"You are mine," I said, my voice a possessive rumble against her skin. "And everything you have is mine to play with."
"But… aaaa… Adam," she cried out, her voice breaking. "Ahhh… I'm feeling so good."
She couldn't stop me. She didn't want to. I increased the pace of my licking, my tongue a relentless instrument of pleasure, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her continuous moans turned into a desperate, pleading rhythm. Finally, with a sharp cry, her body convulsed, a wave of pure pleasure washing over her as she squirted, soaking the sheets beneath us.
"Adam, please," she gasped, her voice thick with embarrassment and afterglow. "Please be gentle with me."
I looked into her eyes, seeing the love and trust there, and it only fueled my own desire. "I love you," I whispered, kissing her deeply. "I like it when I'm with you."
She didn't resist my advance; she melted into it, hugging me, letting me do whatever I wanted with her. I pulled back and gently removed her top, then her shorts. My own clothes followed, discarded in a heap on the floor. I pulled out my hard, thick cock, and she looked at it with a hint of mischief, love, excitement, and a little bit of fear.
"Whenever I look at your cock, I get enchanted," she breathed. "You lie down. I want to caress your dick."
I lay back, and she moved over me, her face close to my erection. She sniffed it, then kissed the tip, a look of pure adoration on her face. "You know what," she whispered, "I'm really proud of myself. I'm with you, and I have such a huge dick to play with."
She took me into her mouth, her movements clumsy at first, but filled with a dedication that I found incredibly arousing. Her tongue swirled around me, exploring, learning. It was clear this was a new experience for her, but she was giving it her all, treating my cock like it was the most precious thing in the world. I tensed up, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Just as I was about to cum, I pressed her head down, pushing myself deep into her throat. I came hard, a hot rush that made her choke for a second.
When I let her go, she coughed, her eyes watering slightly. She looked up at me, an exhausted but triumphant expression on her face. "Adam," she rasped, "that was rough."
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice full of concern, though a part of me was thrilled by her dedication. "I really loved how you were sucking me."
She grinned, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. "I don't mind. But I'm new to all this. Can you please be gentle?"
I moved over her, my own desire reignited. "Enough now," I growled. "It's time for the main course."
I positioned myself between her legs and entered her, pushing my whole dick inside in one smooth, powerful motion. She moaned, a sound of both pain and pleasure, so loud that I instinctively locked her mouth with mine to muffle it. I started to move, a steady, powerful rhythm, and the room was filled with the sounds of our passion. She was moaning, lost in ecstasy, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I came inside her, and we climaxed together, a shared, explosive release that left us both trembling and breathless.
She lay beside me, her head on my chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal. "Adam, can we rest?" she whispered. "I'm so tired."
But I wasn't done. I couldn't be. The energy from my skills was still coursing through me, demanding more. I gently turned her over, penetrating her again from behind in a doggy style.
"Adam, I'm sensitive," she pleaded, her voice a little weak. "Let me rest."
But I couldn't stop. I fucked her through the night, a relentless, passionate marathon. We moved from missionary to doggy style, to her riding me in a cowgirl position that drove me absolutely wild. She could only obey my commands, but she was enjoying it, her moans a constant, beautiful soundtrack to our lovemaking.
When I finally looked at the clock, I was shocked. "Oh my God! It's already 5 AM."
Isabel groaned, stretching her sore limbs. "You bastard. Who told you to go for twelve rounds? Ahh, my back. You have no idea how I was struggling to keep up with you."
A wave of guilt washed over me. "Are you fine?"
She sulked, pouting like a child. "You're asking if I'm fine? My whole body is aching."
"Then who told you to tease me?" I shot back, though there was no heat in my words.
"I just wanted to lift your mood," she grumbled. "I didn't know we would go for six hours."
Now I felt truly guilty. I sat up and gently turned her onto her stomach. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Giving you a massage," I replied, activating my [Expert Massager] skill.
I started to caress her body, my hands expertly kneading her sore muscles. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure. After a few minutes, she spoke again, her voice full of a strange, confused energy.
"You're such an amazing masseur," she murmured. "But can you explain why I'm… getting excited again?"
I was a little amazed myself. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… I want to do more," she said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and desire. "No! We are not doing any more!" She kicked me lightly, a playful but firm gesture. I was a little confused.
I got closer to her, wrapping my arms around her. "I think we've done enough for one night," I said, my voice soft. "You should take a rest. I'll go and prepare breakfast."
I kissed her on the forehead, a tender, loving gesture. Then, I quietly snuck out of her room, leaving her to the peace of the early morning.
(Isabel's Perspective)
My body feels like it's been run over by a truck. A very handsome, very thorough truck. I can't believe we did that. All night. I should be exhausted, but… I'm not. I feel… alive. Every nerve ending is tingling, every muscle is humming with a pleasant ache. He was a beast. An absolute, insatiable beast. And I loved every single second of it.
I was so nervous when he first came in. I'd spent all day planning this, picking out the outfit, setting the mood… all just to cheer him up. I knew he was stressed. But the moment he looked at me, something shifted. The playful teasing I had planned just flew out of my head. All I could see was the raw, possessive fire in his eyes. And all I could think was, 'Yes. Finally.'
He's so different now. The shy, quiet boy I grew up with is gone, replaced by this… man. This confident, powerful, sometimes terrifying man. And he's mine. After last night, there's no doubt about that. He's mine.
I blush just thinking about it. The things he did to me, the things I did to him… I never knew I could feel like that. So completely, utterly consumed. And that massage… what was that? One minute, I'm so sore I can barely move, and the next, I'm ready to go another twelve rounds. He has some kind of magic in his hands. In his whole body.
I should be embarrassed. I should be feeling guilty. But I'm not. I'm just… happy. And a little bit terrified. Because I know, with a certainty that settles deep in my bones, that this is just the beginning.
(End of Isabel's Perspective)