Since I couldn’t simply blow away the crowd of people packed in around us, we hurried to the carriage, my arm firmly around Olivia’s shoulder and hers around my waist all the while. The onlookers all knew me as a hero, so there were few envious glares, but I certainly didn’t enjoy the hungry eyes they turned on my wife.
We were supposed to be on our way to the Margrave’s in the temple’s carriage, but in the early afternoon, we arrived at an empty mansion instead.
The gate and the front door seemed to be new, with not a speck of dirt on them.
“Weren’t we going to the Margrave’s mansion?”
I could think of no reason for Trabant to try to draw us into a trap, but as we were taken unexpectedly to an unknown place, I clutched Olivia in one arm and scanned in all directions for danger.
“My deepest apologies. We passed by it on the way here, but Prince Charles recognizes your influence as a hero and thus has directed us to present you with this mansion, where you may attend upon his arrival.”
Come to think of it, I had spotted an extravagant building out the window where we’d paused for a short time, but we had set out again so quickly that I assumed it had nothing to do with our destination.
From what I gathered, Prince Charles himself rounded up all of the people he expected the most of—leaders of large mercenary groups, noteworthy adventurers, and the like—and gave them all the velvet glove treatment of gifting them with mansions.
From the prince’s point of view, not giving a warm reception to me, the hero, when I announced my plans would have been risking making an enemy of the temple. The thought never would have crossed my mind, honestly, but there were probably some such niggling folk among the priests.
“Prince Charles wishes to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the details in person. Do you have a preferred time? It seems he’s willing to change his own schedule to fit yours.”
That said, his schedule seemed to be packed from dusk to dawn, and, not wanting to impose, I replied that I would be fine with any time so long as I received prior notice. One of Trabant’s cohorts nodded and turned to travel back the way we came.
And thus we elected to pass some time in our new mansion until the prince arrived. Given how busy he apparently was, even though any time worked for me, it seemed I could expect to be waiting several days. That was absolutely not a concern for me, of course, for I was a newlywed.
“Now, I shall be taking my leave. Oh, but first, do you have any need of servants? I can arrange for help, if you so desire.”
“Hmm. What do you think, Olivia?”
I didn’t especially need servants, but maybe my once-noble wife had other ideas.
“Managing servants is a wife’s duty. As an educated woman, I will gladly manage them.”
Olivia lectured me on the necessity of careful home management, particularly for large residences like ours. She seemed enthusiastic about the idea that the wife’s duty was to keep the home well maintained for her husband.
As an aside, Olivia had never washed so much as a handkerchief, nor had she so much as poured dressing on her own salad. Her education included deportment, the arts, and most of all, how to utilize servants and manage concubines.
“Taking into account the scale of the manor, along with my lack of specialized education, I would say ten should do.”
“All right. Trabant, can you find us ten servants? Here, this much should serve as an advance payment, I think.”
I pulled a few gold coins out of my inventory. Nearly all of my money was deposited in guilds, but I kept a bit of gold handy in case of urgent expenses. Though Trabant at first looked hesitant, as though he should deny accepting money from the hero, he stayed his tongue and gladly accepted it.
He was well aware that it would be silly for the temple to pay out of pocket for my servants.
He claimed that he could procure the servants by the next day, which meant that, for the day, it would be just the two of us. We decided to explore the house and, if necessary, disguise ourselves and go shopping for anything we might urgently need.
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The previous night, we had decided to build a tub for us to bathe in together once we hit it big, but our wish was granted much sooner than expected. If you pressed me say what we did together, alone in that big mansion every day as we waited, well…
“Mmmgh! How does it feel, dearest?”
I sat on the edge of the marble bathtub, while Olivia crouched down on all fours, servicing my member with her mouth.
“Mch! Mmmph…”
The instant I stumbled upon a bathtub in the mansion, I drew a bath and called Olivia over. We washed each other and got ready for bed, but per Olivia’s wishes, we stayed in the bath for a while longer, where she took me in her mouth and set to licking. All of our sex on the way to the city had begun with me taking the initiative and Olivia coming along for the ride.
Now, it seemed, she wanted to show off the fruits of her studies.
What studies, you ask? Why, the sexual education she’d been taking from her private tutor, of course. She had sought out lessons on the secrets of accommodating one’s husband’s tastes.
Was this all-fours fellatio the best way to accommodate me, she wondered? Indeed, it turned me on immensely. My adorable Olivia knelt there like a dog, proudly showing off her lovely assets as she licked my penis, sometimes taking it into her mouth. The raw stimulation was perhaps a bit less than what I would have liked, yes, but my adoration for Olivia, doing her very best to service me, more than made up for it.
“Nnnh… Haah, haah… Mmmch…”
I reached down to hold her head in place, and Olivia glanced happily up at me. She stared with anticipation at my fully-engorged penis, her buttocks shaking each time she bobbed her head. It was all too much—I couldn’t take anymore!
Splrt, splrt, splrrrrt.
Unable to hold myself back, I ended up cumming in her mouth. Before I could finish telling her to spit it out, she had already gulped down all my semen.
“I could never spit out my dear husband’s fluids. Remember, my body and soul are all yours.”
Olivia’s satisfied smile as she pledged herself to me once more was so salacious, so… Oh, fuck it, I decided, I’m not patient enough to wait until we get back to the bedroom.
We both stood, and I picked her up by her legs, lifting her up and thrusting my member into her.
“Haah! Aaah! It’s in so deep, deeper than ever before!”
Olivia threw her arms around my neck and held on tight, likely a bit uncomfortable with her feet off the ground. Unfortunately, our height difference and the position made it so that we couldn’t kiss; to make up for it, I pumped harder.
“Eeyaaah! Aah, aaaahn! So hard, yesss! Dearest, you’re thrusting your penis so haaard!”
I pulled her roughly down onto my dick, and her hip-length hair fluttered about.
“Olivia! Olivia!”
“Haaahn! Lord Chris, my dear husband, I love you! I love you so much!”
Olivia tightened her grip, pulling us closer together still. I loved every bit of it, the feeling of skin on skin!
Shllp, shllp, shllllp!
Fantastic! Her walls were pulling me inside hungrily, eager for me to churn her up! I couldn’t get enough of Olivia, but alas, the intense pleasure meant I would soon reach my limit.
“I’m gonna cum as deep as I can inside you, Olivia! I’ll pour it all into you!”
“Yeees! Cum inside me now, and I’ll orgasm as well! I’ll climax while you impregnate me our precious childreeen!”
Splurt, splurt, splurrrrt.
Despite the short time between orgasms, my second one fired off plenty of semen. Drained by her own climax, Olivia weakly clung to me.
“Haah… Haah…”
“D-Dearest, my mind has gone blank.”
Basking in the afterglow of sex, I pulled my rod from her vagina, and my semen came oozing out of her. I still had desire to spare, but I didn’t wish to burden Olivia overmuch. We washed away our sweat in the tub, and then I carried Olivia to bed. She must have been bone tired, because within seconds she began letting out gentle snores.
“Good night, Olivia. How would you like to go out in disguise on a date tomorrow? You could show me how you’d like to decorate our house.”
My still-unassuaged dick insisted I should be performing unkind acts on Olivia as she slept naked, but I suppressed my desires, hugging my beloved until I fell asleep next to her.
I’m so sorry, Lord Chris. I don’t know what more I can do for you—a woman unable to satisfy her husband.
I heard a sad voice, but I was unsure whether it was real or a dream.