Holly's thumb traced a slow circle on his hand. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off, her expression softening. ''If we do this, Ray, it's for us. The system, the points, the power, it's ours to claim using my body. But my heart?''
Ray watched as Holly pressed his hand to her chest, her voice full of love. ''That's yours. Always. No matter who I sleep with.''
The air between them crackled, their secret binding them together as the temple buzzed with chatter, Dawnhaven's golden duo, but the caretaker's shadow lingered, his hungry stare a silent dare. Ray nodded, leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead. ''Good because I don't want to lose you, Holls,'' he whispered.
''Never,'' she replied, fire in her orange eyes showed how honest she was being.
Following that, the priestess rushed up, whisked them away, gave a pack each, along with some gold coins, and told the duo to report to the Duke's mansion, shocking them both, but they agreed to her words. Once that was done, the older woman went to test other young people, leaving them standing there.
Ray noticed the caretaker lingering around, watching them. He had already noticed Holly staring at him while speaking, but the orange-haired beauty grabbed his hand, bringing him out of his daze. ''Come on, I know the perfect place we can start this journey off,'' she said, smiling.
''Someone's a bit cheerful about losing their virginity to an old man you don't know,'' he teased, holding back a chuckle.
Holly spun, a grin crossing her pretty lips as her eyes flared. ''It's not every day your lover gets a system that rewards him for me being a slut. With the way I was brought up? All prim and proper when that's not me, all I want is to try all kinds of cocks and have fun while doing it?''
She stepped in close, her lips grazing his ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine. ''You're into this, handsome. I'm gonna give you every nasty fantasy, but you have to accept that I'll be submissive with these men? I'll always return, my heart is yours.''
''Fuck yes, I understand,'' Ray grunted, his dick already half-hard at her words.
After that, Holly dragged them through the crowd while throwing glances at the old caretaker who slowly trailed behind, not making it suspicious. The couple continued walking until reaching the temple's bunk house, where the staff would stay, but it was empty now, thanks to people being at work.
Ray noticed her green dress clung to her sexy body, straining over her large boobs and tight, curvy ass, her steps bold but betraying a nervous hitch. She guided him to a row of crumbling bedrooms tucked at the back, a shadowed corner where they wouldn't be found by anyone.
The rotting doors clung weakly to their hinges, leading to rooms fit for rats, not a duke's daughter. She paused at the last door, her orange eyes gleaming with determination but flickering with shy nervousness as she glanced back. Garrick, the caretaker, shuffled toward them.
His bald head gleamed with sweat under the dim light, his face weathered from years of hard living, lined, with a bulbous nose, thinning gray hair around the sides, and small, sharp eyes locked on Holly like she was a prize. Not handsome but not grotesque, his ordinary features carried the weight of age.
At over six feet, the older man loomed like a gnarled oak over them. Holly tossed her fiery hair, forcing a bold smile despite her reddening cheeks. ''Garrick, get over here,'' she called, her voice strong. ''Don't keep me waiting.''
Garrick's chuckle was low. ''Well, damn, princess,'' he said, wiping his thick hands on his stained overalls, his sagging belly wobbling slightly. ''Duke Monroe's little girl sneaking around my dump? You chasing trouble?''
The older man stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the much younger noble woman, but Holly squared her shoulders, holding his gaze despite her blush. ''I saw you staring at me during the ceremony,'' she said, her voice bold but cracking slightly. ''I'm the Duke's daughter, a virgin, but I want.''
She glanced at Ray, her fingers tightening in his for reassurance, her face scarlet. ''Ray's okay with me fucking other men.''
Garrick's smirk was sharp, his weathered face creasing as he loomed closer. ''You shittin' me? A sweet little thing like you, Monroe's pride, wants this?''
He gestured to his lined, ordinary face, aged by decades of struggle. "I'm a sixty-eight-year-old bastard, girl. And you wanna crawl under me?'' He glanced at Ray, who leaned against the wall, smirking, his cock stirring at Holly's obvious excitement. ''And you, boy, you're fine letting your lover fuck a man fifty years older?''
''Of course, we're into it and you'll be the first,'' he answered the older man.
Following that, Garrick's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a hard growl. ''But I ain't stupid. You think I'd touch a duke's daughter without insurance? My head'd be rolling by morning. All three of us swear on mana this stays secret, or I'm out.''
His massive hand flexed, his sharp eyes boring into them. Holly nodded quickly, raising a hand, her energy glowing. ''I swear,'' she said. ''By my mana, I vow to keep this secret. No one will know, Garrick.''
The orange-haired beauty's cheeks burned, her body trembling with anticipation under the older man's gaze. Ray stepped forward. ''I swear it too,'' he said, meeting Garrick's sharp eyes. ''This stays here.''
His gut burned, twisted pride and lust as Garrick raised his own hand, a faint gray glow pulsing from his weak energy. ''I swear by my mana, not a word leaves this room,'' he grunted, his old face hardening. ''Now we're square.''
His sharp eyes flicked to Holly, glinting with hunger, making her breath hitch, her confident facade melting into submission as the oaths sealed their pact, she could show Ray to real her. She stepped into the grimy room, a sagging cot creaking under its own weight, a splintered table cluttered, and a lone candle casting weak light over the filth.
''I'm yours, Garrick,'' she whispered, her voice soft. ''You have my permission to do anything to me.''
The older man's laugh was a low, predatory rumble, his massive hand grabbing her slender throat, engulfing it easily. ''Strip, princess,'' he ordered, his lined face inches from her flushed one. ''Show me that noble body you're giving to me.''
Holly's cheeks burned, her orange eyes darting down before snapping back to his, a glint of dirty excitement in her surrender, making Ray shiver with delight at her clear lust. Her hands shook like she was already half-lost as she pulled at the straps of her green dress, yanking them down slowly and roughly.
The fabric snagged on her boobs, dragging against them before pooling at her feet like a discarded rag. She stood there in black lace panties, barely holding her curves, body practically screaming for it under Garrick's stare, her breath coming fast and messy, like she was already begging.
'She's actually excited for this,' he thought, surprised and aroused by it all. 'I wonder how long Holl's has been hiding this secret fetish.'
Ray quickly noticed the atmosphere change. Garrick was clearly surprised and eager at the prospect of fucking the Duke's beloved daughter. He couldn't help but get excited when seeing the older man's grizzled eyes travel over Holly's trembling body, devouring every inch of her curves.
The way her sexy boobs strained against that flimsy bra, her lacy panties clinging to her plump ass like a second skin, and those long, smooth legs begging to be spread. He licked his chapped lips, a filthy grin splitting his face as he lounged on the stained bed, his massive cock already twitching in his open trousers.
''Fuck me, look at you, you ripe little noble slut,'' he growled thick with raw hunger. ''All prim and proper on the outside, but I can see that tight virgin pussy just dying to get ruined by a commoner like me. Gonna be a goddamn thrill fucking a highborn bitch like you, stretching that hole wide with my fat cock 'til you're screaming and creaming all over it.''
Holly's cheeks burned, her breath hitching as a fresh gush of wetness soaked her panties, her body quivering under his gaze. Ray watched as Garrick stalked closer, his massive hand roughly tilting his girlfriend's chin, forcing her to lock eyes. The old man crashed his lips against hers, devouring her in a sloppy kiss, his tongue shoving deep into her mouth.
She whimpered, her body buckling as she melted into him, her boobs squashing against his chest. Her hands hesitated, then clawed at his grimy shirt, yanking him closer as her shame burned away into raw heat. His hands roamed, one diving down to grab her plump ass, squeezing so hard she yelped into his mouth, her body jolting.