Ethan woke up later than usual, stirring slowly as his arm swept across the mattress beside him. His expression fell when his fingers found nothing but cold, empty sheets.
He sat up, dragging himself out of bed, and had barely reached the suitcase when a soft thud made him pause.
A door swung open, the one leading to the only separate room in Alice's house.
Alice stepped out wearing a light, comfortable dress, its hem sitting a little too short for what was common in that world. Her hair was loose, falling in thick, wavy curls over her shoulders, framing her face with a quiet, effortless beauty.
"Ah... You're awake..." She smiled shyly, tugging at the hem of her dress.
"I prepared a bath for us. The ritual begins at noon, so we need to be ready soon."
"You look beautiful..." Ethan smiled back, closing the distance between them before pulling her into an embrace, his hands sliding around her waist before drifting lower, settling firmly over the generous curve of her rear.
The sharp crack of his palm meeting her flesh cut through the quiet room, a ripple spreading through her plump, soft cheeks as her hips swayed forward from the impact before bouncing back.
"Ngh~" A muffled moan slipped past Alice's lips.
Without the slightest restraint, Ethan moved his hands lower, lifting the hem of her dress just enough to expose the pale, unblemished skin beneath, his fingers kneading her buttocks with open hunger.
"N-not here..." Alice murmured, her face already flushing a deep rose as her palms pressed against his chest. "We need to get ready. I have to take you to the meeting place without anyone seeing."
"Just a quickie." Ethan pulled her closer, his body pressing flush against hers, his cock throbbing hard against her abdomen.
His fingers slid beneath the fabric, finding the warm, soft folds of her vulva.
"You're already wet..."
Alice shivered at the touch, burying her face against his chest as soft, breathless moans escaped her.
"O-okay..." she finally breathed. "Just a quickie. You understand?"
"Good girl." Ethan grinned.
He turned her, guiding her upper body down while drawing her hips back, pressing her against the wall with her palms flat against the wood.
He positioned himself behind her without wasting a moment, his hands gripping her waist as he took in the sight of her.
Her buttocks rose in two full, plump arcs, round and heavy, the thin fabric of her dress draped loosely over them and doing nothing to hide the lush shape beneath.
"Nghnn~~ ah!" Alice gasped, her breathing already uneven.
Ethan let his hands trail slowly down the sides of her body, tracing every curve through the thin fabric before his fingers found the hem.
He lifted it gradually, uncovering the smooth expanse of her thighs and, moments later, the seat of her panties.
The thin, damp fabric clung to her skin, the white cotton so soaked through it had turned translucent, the soft, plump outline of her vulva perfectly visible beneath.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and drew them down.
A thin, glistening thread of her arousal clung to the fabric as it peeled away, stretching for a brief moment before finally breaking, the panties sliding the rest of the way down to her ankles.
His palm met her cheek again, a firm, resonant slap that sent a deep ripple rolling through the full, yielding flesh. Her hips swayed with the impact, one cheek flattening for just an instant before the soft mass surged back, jiggling heavily.
Ethan exhaled slowly and positioned his cock between her thighs, dragging the head along her slick folds before pressing forward.
Her walls gripped him immediately, hot and tight, drawing him in inch by inch as he pushed deeper.
Every thrust inward coaxed a soft, wet resistance from her body, her flesh molding around him as though reluctant to let go.
With a final, firm press, he buried himself completely, his hips flush against the full, warm weight of her buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft give where her rear met the curve of her waist.
The pressure left faint red marks across her pale skin.
"Nghnn~~ you're... mghnn~~ oh gods~~"
Alice's words dissolved into nothing coherent, her voice breaking apart between each impact as her body surrendered to his rhythm.
Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her dress with every thrust, the soft mass rolling forward and snapping back as his hips drove into her from behind.
Each impact sent a visible shockwave rolling up through her buttocks, the full cheeks rippling before settling, only to be met by the next impact.
Ethan quickened his pace, and the room filled with the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin, Alice's moans thinning into high, breathless squeals that matched every thrust.
Her fingers curled against the wooden wall, nails pressing into the grain.
Her eyes fluttered.
Something was building, tight and inevitable.
Then it broke.
Alice's legs buckled as the warmth of his release flooded into her, thick and deep, filling her completely.
For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still joined, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the wall.
Ethan withdrew slowly, and a long, warm stream traced its way down the inside of Alice's thigh as she remained against the wall, legs trembling, chest still heaving beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
"That... was good..." she murmured, voice soft and frayed.
"Yes, it was." Ethan drew her back against him, his lips brushing lightly over the curve of her neck. "Now I think we're ready."