You know, today had been a relatively normal day up until this point.
Sure, the reason I was here was anything but normal, but still. I woke up, ate a decent breakfast, spoke with some locals about a certain issue, then entered negotiations to buy a Noble House with my childhood friend Lyra. As far as I was concerned, that was the most normal morning I'd had in literal years.
Yet here I was in Isobel Greaves' bedroom, standing so close to the noblewoman that I could feel her breath on my face as I stood across from her. Her floral perfume mixed with the muted patchouli incense of the dark room. The low white bed behind her stood beneath a painting of the previous head of this House, a stern-looking man by the name of Alexander Greaves, and it took everything in me not to feel as if the man's eyes weren't boring into me the same way his granddaughter's were.
"What's taking you so long?" Isobel asked, not for the first time. "Surely you haven't lost your spine?" Her lips curled into a smile as she looked up at me, a hint of smugness coloring her expression. "You're free to leave if you think yourself not up to the task."
"You don't have to worry about me," I said, hoping it sounded more confident than I felt.
Even though she said it as though it was the easiest thing in the world, that "task" she wanted me to do was anything but!
"Satisfy me," Was what she'd said.
Remember how I said that I'd come here with my friend Lyra to purchase a Noble House? Well, that Noble House was "House Greaves", and, you see, Isobel Greaves wasn't exactly interested in selling… unless I "satisfied her".
I'd already tried a few things to satisfy her: jokes, trivia, and I'd even tried giving her a shoulder massage. None worked, of course. If it were that easy, I'd have been done by now.
No, I'm sure you can guess what she meant when she'd asked me to satisfy her, and in case you aren't picking it up, I'll spell it out for you:
She meant sexually. Isobel Greaves wanted me to sexually satisfy her to prove that I truly wanted House Greaves.
One small problem, though: I was a virgin!
I couldn't let that stop me, though. As awkward as this situation was, Lyra and I needed House Greaves. With it, we could build an army capable of defeating the Demon Lord. This was beyond me!
And so, for the sake of Aspia, I pushed my nerves to the side and placed my hands on Isobel's shoulders, slowly moving them down and tracing the outline of her upper body, lingering for a long moment on her breasts before resting them on her sides. As I felt the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin, I began to look at Isobel in a new light. She'd been dressed in a white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a bit of her cleavage. Over it, she'd worn a purple tie the same color as her eyes and a black cloak the same color as her pants. Despite how intimate this moment felt, Isobel didn't flinch. She continued to stare up at me as if I didn't have my hands around her waist.
So, I decided to take things a step further. I maneuvered my hands down to her rear, cupping it in my hands and squeezing.
Isobel's breath caught as I continued to massage her behind, pulling her closer to me. Even though the goal of this task was to satisfy her, things had begun to… progress for me as well. Considering what I was doing, I imagine it would've been odd if things hadn't started happening down there!
"Handsy, aren't we…?" Isobel asked, her voice suddenly softer than it'd been when I'd first entered her room.
"You asked for this, didn't you?" I responded, removing my arms from her rear and moving them up to her shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal her bare breasts. I smiled. "You aren't even wearing a bra. You wanted this to happen."
Isobel smiled. "I have no idea what you're– ah!"
I'd pushed her down to the bed before she could finish. It was all I could think to do to catch her off guard for once, and judging by the anticipatory look she gave me as she sat at the foot of her bed, I knew it'd worked.
I leaned forward, resting a hand on her knee and slowly inching it toward her crotch. She watched me do it, resting a hand on my forearm as my hand approached its destination.
"Are you sure you want this, Isobel?"
"I should be asking you that, Lloyd May. Don't forget why you're– ahhn~!"
My fingers shifted so that my middle and ring fingers rested on her clit above her pants. Once they were there, I applied pressure, moving them in a circular motion on the area.
"Do you seriously think… mmhh… that's going to… s-satisfy me?" Isobel asked between moans.
I smiled. "Sounds like it."
"Ahh~ no… fair…! Fine! Let's…mmhh~... see how you like it!" Isobel said, resting her free hand on my pelvis and maneuvering it down to my bulge. She smiled as she began to stroke it from the outside of my pants.
I'd already been hard, but the feeling of Isobel's hand rubbing along my full length somehow managed to make it even harder. My breaths were heavier now in tandem with the atmosphere of the room.
"How does that feel?" Isobel asked, her voice breathy and erotic.
"Amazing. You're so good at that," I admitted.
Isobel's cheeks heated. "You're not supposed to say that…!"
"But it's true. I'm here to satisfy you, yet you're satisfying me. I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you think?"
"Reward…? What do you… ah~!"
I pushed her down again, her back flat against the bed. My fingers pressed harder into her clit as I leaned forward to kiss her decently-sized chest. Once I had my fill of them, I raised myself above her, guiding her hand back down to my dick, making her stroke it as I continued to pleasure her.
"Why are you focusing on that one area…? W-why? That isn't… fair…! L-Lloyd! I said that isn't…! Lloyd… Lloyd…! That isn't…! Lloyd…!"
"You know you want to do it, Isobel. Do it."
Isobel stroked me even faster now, squeezing my forearm tight with her other hand. I couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction as I stared down at her. We hadn't yet gone all the way, yet I'd already fucked that smugness out of her. I'd learned so much about myself in just a few minutes, and I was about to learn so much more.
"You're not being fair…! You're not…! Ahh~! Lloyd…! Lloyd! I'm… I'm close! Lloyd! I'm… ahhhn~!"
She panted like she'd run a marathon as she finally released my forearm and removed her hand from my fully erect penis. We stared at each other for a long, silent moment. I would've broken the silence, but Isobel never gave me the chance.
She wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled my face into hers, forcing me into a tongue-filled kiss. She'd continued rubbing my penis from the outline of my pants, but judging by the look in her eye…
"If you truly want to satisfy me, then you're going to take those off and use this properly, Lloyd May," Isobel said, gently squeezing my dick.
I let out a soft laugh as I placed my hands around the top of her pants.
"After you."