I arrived at Elizabeth's room as planned, with all the servants asleep. But the situation was a test. My heart was already pounding from the moment I opened the door, and her perfume, a soft, feminine fragrance, enveloped me. Even in a world without sexual impulse, a man reacts to such a pleasant smell. I had to awkwardly bend down to approach the bed.
She was lying there in her thin silk nightgown, waiting to fulfill her duty. Her platinum blonde hair spread across the pillow in delicate waves, contrasting with her pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. The thin straps of the nightgown revealed the gentle curve of her shoulders. I couldn't help but notice the shape of her large breasts projecting against the fabric, rising and falling softly with each breath, moving the thin silk.
How could I not be aroused? But I can't reveal that too soon or it could go wrong quickly.
My blue eyes seemed to be on fire. I feel like I'm going to explode in every way. By chance, my appearance is that of a typical nobleman, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Ever since I regained the memories of my previous life, I feel strange looking in the mirror. "The taller you are, the better your 'dick'," I thought.
In my past life I was poor, handsome, short and had a small dick… now I'm the opposite.
"You came," she said, her voice monotonous, as if my presence were an unexpected and unwelcome fact. "I thought you weren't coming anymore."
"I... I had to come," I replied, a lump in my throat. "I... I couldn't... put this off any longer."
I tried to sound casual, but my eyes couldn't stop devouring the scene: a beautiful woman in a nightgown and a room filled with her perfume. And best of all, waiting for me to have sex.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
"No, no... everything's fine," I tried to quell the anxiety. "I just... wanted to make sure I wasn't... bothering you."
Damn, I really wanted to just strip her, position her and then fuck her wildly.
"Bothering me?" she repeated, her forehead slightly furrowed.
"Yes... well, this...," I admitted, my voice low. "I just didn't want to offend you."
It seems my words are working. Even in this world where there is no sex, Elizabeth dreamed of the romantic stories from illustrated books. She was vulnerable to sweet words, as her mind was like that of a princess waiting for a prince.
"The lotion is over there. Use it quickly, please, and get it over with."
She spoke with a hint of irritation. It was a direct way of saying: "I'm not interested, but if you want to have a baby, get an erection, use this and ejaculate... inside me." A purely practical approach.
But I wouldn't use the lotion. My heart was beating wildly with anticipation. I felt a wave of heat wash over me.
I went towards her on the bed without touching the bottle.
She blinked, staring at me with an intense look. I had no intention of forcing her, but her expression was too much.
"Are you trying to mock me?"
"What? Mock?" I replied, agitated. "I would never do that. I just... what do you mean?"
Her gaze turned into a line of ice. The air around her hand began to tremble. I saw the flickering light of magic condensing in her palm. It wasn't a bluff; she was really building power. A shiver ran down my spine. It was a low-level attack magic, but for me, a summoner, who has no way to defend myself from direct magic, it would be lethal.
Her lips parted for an activation spell. I didn't hesitate. Quickly, I covered her lips with mine, before she could speak.
"Mmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Elizabeth struggled. The more she fought, the more I held her, pressing our lips together.
The texture of her lips was soft and, as I inhaled, I felt her perfume invade my senses. The heat rose throughout my body, an intense reaction that made me feel momentarily dizzy.
If I let her go, the magic will burn me. The initial spell is gone, but I'm still in danger. I continued to suck her lips, as if I were clinging to life.
Despite having knowledge about sex, my experience is almost nil. To her, I must seem like a pervert. What do I do now? I decided to lick her lips in desperation. If I went straight in with my tongue, she would bite me.
The taste of her lips was subtle, and I slid my tongue over their surface. The movement made a muffled sound, and I focused on the moist, soft texture. I repeated the gesture, exploring the corners of her mouth.
"Huh!" Her body twitched. She squirmed, her breathing became faster.
What? Is this working? With my lack of experience?
My curiosity and desire increased. Slowly, I pressed my teeth against her lower lip, feeling the soft skin under the light pressure. The contact, a mixture of warmth and texture, was a strong stimulus. I pulled back to observe her reaction, her breathing faster and her eyes a little wide.
"Mmm!.. Mmm! ...!"
When I rubbed her gums and licked her teeth, her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears. Her strength decreased. I continued, and she opened the space between her teeth with a frightened look.
Her shoulders, arms and legs were thin, which made her body even more fragile in front of me. Her face, although contorted, had soft features. The contrast between her pale skin and rosy lips was notable. Her blonde hair, which looked like threads of gold, cascaded down. Her delicate neck and small face looked like a porcelain doll's.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
As soon as my tongue touched hers, her body squirmed again. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hmmm.....chuu..." she salivated.
With a sucking motion, I drank her saliva, feeling the warm, moist texture. The taste was subtle, the action produced a low sound, and the contact was addictive.
After ten minutes, we separated our lips. A bridge of saliva formed between us. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes moist, something I had never seen. It was irresistible.
But I held back. It would be bad if she burned me with a fireball if I scared her with a sudden movement. Survival is more important than desire.
"Elizabeth, this is called kissing. It's one of the special arts I learned for you."
"Kissing... special art...?"
Her face was very cute. I felt like a teacher teaching something new, which also aroused me.
"Yes. The art of making love. What I'm going to do might seem strange. But trust me. Maybe your body will react strangely... but this will help us get closer to each other."
I, an ugly, fat and perverted man and she, a stunning beauty, I deserved to be arrested.
"And maybe... maybe you can free yourself from the curse."
A subtle tension crossed her face. Her eyebrows contracted, forming a slight wrinkle, and the line of her mouth tightened. Her breathing, previously smooth, became more audible, with a short, sharp exhale. The air in the room, which was already heavy, seemed to cool, and I felt a discomfort coming from her, like a warning.
"It's not like it's much different from what we've already tried..." I was still trying to find a way, she needed to accept or this could get really complicated, if I offend her I would be offending her family... and then: game over.
She probably thought it was disgusting. But what I said wasn't entirely a lie. Before regaining my memories, Baron Arthur was already looking for a way to cure her infertility. In this world, that wasn't possible, but with my knowledge from the previous world, I looked for magic and herbs to help.
"We can create something of our own, stop being strangers to each other." my words sounded empty and perhaps they were.
In this world where there was no sex, I didn't understand this before, but now I do. I don't know if the theory is correct, but the feeling seemed promising. Maybe I could impregnate my wife while teaching her something erotic.
"So, what are you going to do?" she asked, with a certain tone of curiosity.