My farewell gift from the hunters, an unusual tent, turned out to be surprisingly high quality. It was the gold standard, used everywhere by adventurers who made a living subduing monsters. Shaped like a silkworm cocoon, the quasi-tent provided a cozy space for one person to sleep when set up. Though not as comfortable as a bed in an inn, the cocoon tent provided a good night’s rest once you had become accustomed to it. So light and easy to carry were they, I thought it no wonder that they were so highly prized among travelers.
The only issue was that the tent had been made with the expectation that the sleeper would have someone watching over them, such as when a group of adventurers took shifts at being sentry. If monsters were to attack, the cocooned sleepers would have difficulty extricating themselves to fight back.
Adventurers who were particularly experienced often resolved this issue by stringing up their cocoon tent in a tree, allowing them to sleep peacefully even while alone. As for me, my magic was sufficient to repel both monsters and animals, so I had no need to keep watch. Olivia and I shared my cocoon tent, huddled against each other, and thus it happened that when morning came, our restraint soon melted away.
The tent is both well insulated and airtight, made from material which resisted water. Though the tent was well ventilated, our combined body heat raised the temperature enough that, when we woke, we were both drenched in sweat. The air was thick with the scent of a woman, entirely different from a man’s stench.
I slept peacefully, cradling in my arms my partner, my first, a beauty with whom I’d fallen in love at first sight. The world had changed much for me, a man who had been a virgin until only yesterday. Olivia, too, slept soundly. One day ago, she had been a slave, senselessly beaten and nearly killed. The world had changed much for her as well, and she was no doubt exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Yesterday, one thing led to another, and I bedded her rather forcibly. Did she think I was only interested in her womanly charms? She had been in pain, when we started, so I was concerned she may have been put off of sex with
me. Considering how many times I changed positions and continued plugging away at her, what if she thought me a violent man?
I had only been enthralled by Olivia’s beauty, but in retrospect, I could see that I had been quite forceful with her. I had no intention of doing wrong by her, of course; I was every bit as determined to see her cured of that curse which plagued her. But rushing things with a girl whose past contained such traumatic experiences with men had been a thoughtless act on my part.
Perhaps as a result of my worried stirring, Olivia’s eyes began to flutter.
She was even adorable when she’s half asleep. Had I fallen for her so hard that I had begun to adore every one of her facial expressions?
Cut it out! I have to apologize for yesterday! If Olivia had grown upset with me, it might leave me so distraught that I’d have to move back to my parents’ home in the country! She was fully awake now, thanks to my endless fretting, so I decided to apologize before she could tell me off.
“Olivia, I’m so sorry for yesterday!”
“Lord Chris, I’m so sorry!”
Huh? Why is she apologizing to me?
“Err, come again? Does this mean you’re not upset with me, even after I pushed you to have sex with me—outside, at that—the very day we met?”
“Upset? On the contrary, I’m overjoyed to be loved and desired by you, Lord Chris. And thus, all the more do I owe you an apology; it was ill-mannered of me to fall asleep before you, my lord.”
As we remained in our embrace, Olivia gazed at me with contrition.
Wow! She had a high-born maiden air about her, to be sure, but I had never heard of such a considerate girl outside of fairy tales. It reminded me of my hometown in the sticks, where it was all too common for a husband to get caught sneaking out to the brothel and be thrown out on his ear by his furious wife. No woman there would put her man on a pedestal the way Olivia did, you could be sure of that.
Olivia looked at my pensive expression somewhat uneasily, so I calmed her by tightening my arms around her and planting a gentle kiss on her lips. I should mention that, after last night’s sex, we had merely wiped ourselves down before crawling naked into the cocoon tent. Thus, we were of course still naked when we awoke. Despite my greedy indulgence in Olivia the day before, my crotch was as sprightly as ever after that meager rest.
As we lay there intertwined, she of course noticed, gazing at me with
passion in her eyes.
“Should it please you, Lord Chris, I ask that you do whatever you wish to me.”
By the gods, Olivia. You were a virgin until only yesterday, and yet you’re already capable of such temptation? How was I to show even an iota of restraint when I heard the woman I love say that to me? In the cramped cocoon, where there was barely room to wiggle a leg, my fingers crept down toward Olivia’s opening. With a gasp and a tremble, she let a bit of juice flow from her.
“Nnm… Aaah… Lord Chriiis, please, I beg of you. This is too embarrassing.”
“How does it feel, Olivia? Do you enjoy the sensation of my fingers?
You were in pain yesterday. Is it better now?”
There was no sign of pain in her fiery eyes. Her lithe figure in my arms was flush with warmth as Olivia gazed at me, spellbound.
“Oh, um. It hurt before, but, well… Now that I’ve surrendered both body and soul to you… Aah!”
Sorry! I couldn’t wait a moment longer. My eager rod bore into Olivia, and she accepted it without resistance, taking it in to her depths. Her walls tightened, as if to gently caress the entirety of my member.
“Mmmmn! L-Lord Chris, does it feel good?”
“Yeah! It’s so amazing, I feel like I’m going to cum from one pump!”
Though we couldn’t move much in the cramped tent, I was ready and willing to explore her depths more slowly and skillfully than yesterday’s excited romp. Thus, I slid my hands from her slender hips to her buttocks and pushed harder, hoping to connect even more tightly.
“Um, you… You’re not going to thrust?”
Olivia asked as her ample breasts pushed against my chest. But I felt just fine without moving; while I was savoring the warmth of her insides and the soft sensation of her buttcheeks molding in my hands, with a piteous look upon her face, she began to sway her hips.
“Mm… Aah… Lord Chris, your robust member is… ahh… growing even larger. Mmmn!”
Overflowing with joy when I realized that Olivia was seeking her own pleasure, I pulled her into a kiss. Her swaying hips and her breasts squishing against me made for a perfect combination.
“Mmph, nnh… Mmch… Does it feel that good, Olivia? You’ve begun to press your hips against mine on your own.”
Every time she moved with my length inside her, the sensation was incredible. It was like the entirety of my dick was being sucked into her vagina; entirely different from doing it myself.
“Oh, um… Ah… Yes.”
Ooooh! My (future) wife was insanely cute when she acted all embarrassed! As if her sexy-cute figure wasn’t enough, despite her reserved personality by day, she proved to be quite proactive in bed. In short, Olivia was no doubt the finest (future) wife in the world!
“Then, um, would you sway your hips for me again, Olivia? And I shall thrust in time. Now… Ready, set, go!”
So inside our tight cocoon, I grabbed her hips and guided her slowly, matching my own movements.
“Mmmah!”