As planned, I slipped into Eleanor's chambers once the estate went completely silent. But damn, nobody warned me about the environmental hazards.
The moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me, the scent of her hit me like a physical blow. It was a intoxicating mix of night-blooming jasmine and warm female skin. In this puritanical world, where men treated women like broodmares, their bodies supposedly didn't react to things like scent or visual stimulation. But my modern, fully functioning male brain? It short-circuited. I was already sporting a raging, painful erection before I even took three steps into the room.
Eleanor was lying on the massive four-poster bed. In this world, women wore these atrocious, utilitarian linen "modesty slips" for the act, but the thin white fabric had ridden up slightly, clinging to the heavy swell of her breasts and the soft curve of her hips.
Just looking at her, waiting there like a lamb for the slaughter, made my blood boil in all the right ways. I couldn't believe the original owner of this body had ignored such a masterpiece.
"You actually came," she muttered, her amethyst eyes dull and staring at the ceiling.
"Of course I did," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "And you look incredibly beautiful tonight."
She blinked, turning her head to give me a piercing, suspicious glare. "Do you think I am a fool? Save your mockery, Victor."
"I'm not mocking you. I'm stating a factual observation."
She stayed silent, but I saw a tiny flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. I knew a secret about my cold, distant wife: she secretly hoarded ancient, pre-Church romance texts. A few days ago, I had walked in on her reading one, and she had been so embarrassed she nearly blasted my head off with a mana-bolt. She projected the image of a broken ice queen, but deep down, she still desperately wanted to be treated like a woman.
She let out a heavy sigh, pointing a delicate finger toward the nightstand. "The breeding salve is there. Smear it on your dick, put it inside me, and let's just get this over with quickly."
Translation: I am not into this at all, so just pump, ejaculate in my pussy, and leave.
What a miserable, mechanical way to live.
"I'm not using the salve tonight," I said firmly, stepping closer to the bed.
Her eyes snapped wide. Fear, followed instantly by intense humiliation and anger, flashed in her gaze. In this world, dry penetration was considered a punishment for unruly wives. The air in the room suddenly dropped ten degrees, and a crackling orb of violet, highly volatile mana flared to life in the palm of her right hand.
Oh shit. She literally thinks I'm going to torture her, and she's going to blow me to pieces first!
Survival instincts and pure lust collided. Before she could unleash the spell, I lunged forward. I pinned her wrists to the mattress with both hands, using my body weight to trap her beneath me, and smashed my mouth directly against hers.
"Mmmph! Mmmmm!"
Eleanor thrashed wildly beneath me. The violet magic fizzled out as pure shock overrode her system. I didn't stop. Her lips were incredibly soft, and she smelled so damn good that I felt like I was losing my mind. If I let go now, she'd definitely incinerate me, so I held on, pressing my chest against her heavy breasts.
She had never experienced a kiss. No one in this backward world had. To her, this was entirely uncharted territory.
I traced the seam of her tightly shut lips with my tongue.
She gasped in shock, her mouth falling open, and I didn't hesitate. I slid my tongue deep inside her mouth.
"Hnngh...!" Her entire body convulsed.
The resistance instantly drained out of her limbs. I tasted her, exploring the slick, hot interior of her mouth, mapping it out with the precision of an engineer. I sucked gently on her tongue, trading saliva, letting the wet, obscene smacking sounds fill the quiet room.
It was a total sensory overload for her. The friction, the heat, the sheer intimacy of it—it was breaking down her rigid operating system in real-time. Her hips twitched unconsciously, rubbing up against my rock-hard dick through the thin fabric of her slip.
"Mmmm... ahh..."
Her breathing grew ragged and wet. The woman who had been ready to kill me seconds ago was now melting into the sheets, her body salivating and reacting exactly the way a woman's body was designed to. I devoured her mouth, my own pent-up desires taking over. I could have fucked her mouth for hours, entirely lost in the euphoric taste of her.
When we finally broke apart, we were both panting heavily. A thick, silver bridge of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping.
Eleanor looked completely wrecked. Her pale cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish red, her amethyst eyes were hazy and wet, and her chest was heaving.
God, she's so cute. I had to force myself to swallow back the urge to rip her slip off and bury myself in her pussy right then and there. Patience, Victor. Build the pressure. Calibrate the system.
"It... what was that?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
"It's called kissing," I whispered, my voice rough with lust. "It's a technique. A form of calibration."
"Calibration...?"
"Yes," I lied smoothly, leaning in close so she could feel my hot breath against her neck. "I've been studying ancient biological texts to figure out why you haven't conceived. The answer is simple. Your body is a complex system, Eleanor. If the system isn't flooded with heat and pleasure, the seed won't take root. This entire world has been doing it wrong. The mechanical pumping... it just damages you."
She stared at me, her mind racing to process this. It sounded blasphemous, but her own body was betraying her. The wetness between her thighs was undeniable proof that what I was doing felt right.
"I'm going to fix your barrenness, Eleanor," I murmured, sliding my hand down her side to rest on the curve of her hip. "But to do that, you have to let me prime your body. You have to let me make you feel good."
She looked up at me, the rigid, defensive walls she had built around her heart completely shattered by one intense kiss. Her breathing hitched as she looked at my lips, then down at my hand resting on her body.
"So..." she whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of fear and undeniable, raw anticipation. "What do you want to do to me?"