Madella spent her 17th birthday watching the stars hung in the night sky through her window instead of with her family. She wore a thick plain home gown, with no precious jewels embroidered on it, for the upcoming winter.
On that night, She had nearly finished counting a total of 94 visible stars. The day before, she counted 45. As she reached 100, a small stone suddenly collided with her face. She looked down with anger, knowing exactly who would be down there.
"Sorry!" The boy below, handsome with soft fluffy brown hair, tall, and kind-looking, wearing a thick jacket and scarf, said; his two friends, both nearly identical with their skinny stature and black hair, only being distinguished by one wearing glasses, stood next to him – they always came with him for support.
"How about next time, you check if the window's closed?" Madella
"I promise I will," The boy replied and looked to his friends, who boosted him up to climb to the tree branch next to the window. Madella lived in a mansion; she belonged to a family of nobles, though she didn't act like it.
"What do you want, Maro?" She asked, resting her head on her hand with an expecting smile on her face.
"You," Maro replied, dreamily staring into her eyes and returning her smile.
Madella laughed, blushing.
"What do you say? Want to celebrate your birthday with me?" He asked, holding his hand out.
"Anyday, love." Madella quickly hurried to her door, locked it, and turned off the lights to make it seem like she was asleep before taking his hand and being escorted down the tree.
"Ralph. Gab." Maro turned to his two friends who grinned and produced a big wood plank out of nowhere. Maro stepped forth and pretended to open a door, taking Madella's hand and helping her onto their romantic carriage. He joined her, played love songs on a player that they sang along to, and faced her, losing himself in her beautiful gaze the entire thirty minutes it took Ralph and Gab to carry them into the distant city – Madella lived around twenty minutes away from the city.
At the end of their little journey, Ralph and Gab were sweating and panting; their bodies weren't made to carry two people, especially the fit Maro who worked a delivery job, transporting food on foot from restaurants all around the city. He often sprinted to receive more money for early deliveries, at the same time, keeping him in good shape. It was exhausting, but he also loved the look on people's faces when their food arrived twenty minutes early.
They made their way into the city where Maro bought four cold drinks of water for everyone, especially Ralph and Gab who gulped them down in seconds.
"Sorry, guys. I won't make you do that again." Maro apologized.
"No, mate. We'd be glad to do it anytime, any day." Ralph said and Gab nodded.
Madella smiled at their great friendship from long back, since they were toddlers. Ralph and Gab's loyalty resulted from a time when Maro stood up to a group of bullies and won the battle for them. In a fit of anger, Ralph and Gab kicked the bullies, injuring them. It was Maro who stopped them from killing the bullies, and it was also Maro who took full responsibility to the bullies' parents when they found out.
"So I've got this banger deal in D'Amore 'cause I've completed 3 times more deliveries than last week. We get 75% off our tab." Maro explained.
"You know I could just pay for it?" Madella pulled out a small handful of gold coins.
Maro gasped theatrically, "Nonono, I love you more, so I have to pay for it."
"Huh? That's a complete lie."
"And how's that?"
"You know for a fact I love you more." She competed.
"How about you both split it?" Gab suggested but received a swift, "Hell no!" From both of them.
"Alright," Maro took out a coin, "How about we flip a coin?"
"Sure. I've got my lucky stars today." Madella crossed her arms sassily.
Maro declared Heads and flipped the coin, slapping it down his palm. It was Heads.
"Aha!" He celebrated, "I'm paying for it!... With my ten silver coins." He trailed off, realizing he was dead broke.
"Hahaha, it's fine, Maro. Let me pay." Madella patted him on the back teasingly and continued forward with Ralph and Gab. Maro mumbled something about why the man has to pay in frustration, kicked a stone, and led them to D'Amore.
"I could always steal some money." He joked, staring dramatically at the restaurant ahead.
"No stealing," Madella said sternly and entered the restaurant with him.
"We'll wait out here," Ralph and Gab took their seats on the half-walls on either side of the stairs.
"Okay, lads. See you in a bit." Maro crossed his fingers exaggeratedly, receiving an amused nudge from Madella.
The restaurant was cozy and dimly lit by romantic red-ish orange lights shaped like hearts. Multiple couples were seated on the sofa tables with dividers between them. Madella picked a table, draped by a red cloth, by the window; she didn't notice it, but Maro had been warding off all the men that were staring at her, claiming her by holding hands with her.
She sat down in the corner of the sofa and he joined her. "Won't you sit opposite me?" She asked.
He sighed theatrically depressedly, "I guess if you don't want me close to you, then-" He began to get up, but she grabbed his hand and sat him back down.
"No, stay." She smiled and opened the menu, leaning her head onto the side of his head to read it with him, "What will you get?"
"Whatever my goddess gets."
"Oh, and who's this goddess?" She asked, returning his flirtatious gaze.
"I wonder who." He grinned goofily, making her giggle.
They ordered two spaghetti and meatballs dishes and chatted the night away as they devoured their meals. The restaurant's quiet atmosphere was broken often that night by Madella's hysterical yet cute laughs that incited great self-pride in Maro.
When they finished their meal, they were escorted out by a slightly annoyed waiter. Outside, Ralph and Gab were waiting, shivering in the sudden cold. Madella wore a simple gown with her arms exposed, so she began to quiver.
Noticing this, Maro took off his brow fluffy jacket and offered it to her, leaving himself with only a plain white, dirty t-shirt. He even gave her his scarf; his generosity was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek that was more than enough to warm him through his heart. Ralph and Gab smiled, happy for their best friend.
"It's getting kinda late, so we'll drop you off." Maro took her hand as Ralph and Gab prepared the plank, "You need your beauty sleep after all." He smiled.
"Oh come on. These looks won't go away just because of one night." She joined him on the carriage.
"Is that so? Well then, I'm envious of you, mademoiselle," Maro replied.
"Why's that?"
"Because it takes me 8 hours of sleep every day to look this good." He ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh, shush." She punched the air out of his lungs – her punches were much stronger than she thought.
"Are you sure you're not using Strength Magic?" Maro asked, holding his stomach exaggeratedly.
"I don't need Strength Magic to beat you," Madella replied, grinning pridefully.
"Of course you don't." Maro laughed.
They arrived at Madella's mansion about forty minutes later – Ralph and Gab took a ten-minute break halfway – and helped her up to her window, a moment in which Maro made sure not to look up Madella's dress. She noticed this and smiled to herself before she entered her room.
"You want your jacket back?" She asked.
"You can keep it. A memoir of our third date." He smiled and began making his way down, however, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into her room. Ralph and Gab below, had seen the violent desire with which she pulled him and gave each other goofy looks – they knew sweet love was going to be made that night.
"Madella!" Maro tripped on Madella's table and fell onto her, taking her with him to the ground. She giggled and sat up by her bed, "What're you doing? What if your parents hear?" He whispered, panicked.
"Come on. Just a few more minutes." Madella insisted, tugging at Maro's incredibly weak heart for her. They stared at each other for a few seconds, even the usually flirtatious Maro had no idea what to do. Eventually, they both glanced at each other's lips and gave away exactly what they wanted.
Gulping, Maro took the initiative and moved forward, his and Madella's hearts beating extremely fast. However, she suddenly scooted away, scared.
"I-I've never done this. I'm sorry." Her flirtiness also dropped and she became awkward.
"It's okay. Me either," Maro smiled reassuringly, "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"No… It's not that I don't want to… I just…" She glanced at Maro, her heart immediately calming down at the dreamy kind eyes looking back at her. She crawled back to him and surprised him. Her face was an inch away from his and sheer desire reflected in her eyes. Maro returned her passionate gaze and they kissed.
It wasn't great. But nonetheless, they kissed for about five full seconds.
"I… I…" Madella began but Maro shushed her with his finger.
"We'd do it at the same time remember?"
She nodded and quietly counted down from three. "I love you," They said in unison, leaning in for another kiss, which seemed to turn Madella on so much, that she grabbed him and with incredible strength, lifted him and threw him onto the bed against the wall.
(Sex scene ahead)
"Madella…" Maro whispered as she felt around his crotch.
"Maro…" She returned, breathing heavily and sweating, "U-Undress me," She requested to which he nervously complied, taking off her jacket and undoing the strings at the back of her dress that made it fall off her breasts.
"You sure about this?" Maro asked, anxious about how she truly felt.
"Not at all." Madella said sarcastically, "Of course I am." She kissed him again and placed his hands on her breasts, expecting him to fondle them which he somehow was extremely good at.
"You never done this before, huh?" She teased, kissing him down his neck and chest, taking off his t-shirt to reveal his fit body.
She couldn't help it. She had to stroke the sharp muscles of his abdomen and chest. "Y-You're perfect." She felt strange guilt as if she didn't deserve the man before her.
"And you're a goddess. My perfect goddess." He produced a hot smile and flipped the roles, putting her against the wall and taking off the rest of her dress. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so he got straight to pleasuring her with his tongue with techniques that he had only heard and read about.
Compared to his fondling skills, it was mediocre at best, but a little communication was all they needed.
"Can you go a bit higher?" Madella requested.
"Here?" He said, shifting his tongue up to a bump. "Right there!" She suddenly said, moving her hips up and down with his tongue. "A bit gentler, please." Another request that Maro satisfied and soon, she was holding her mouth to hold back from making too much noise under the pleasure.
About two minutes later, she was quivering, especially her legs, which made Maro feel much more confident.
"Take it out." She said, blushing intensely from embarrassment as she tried to stop her pelvis from twitching.
Breathing shakily, Maro unzipped his trousers, took them off, and then took off his underwear, revealing his completely erect penis.
"This is happening," Madella mumbled in disbelief. She thought that men loved to show off their size, so when Maro never talked about it, she assumed it wasn't that big. But she was completely wrong.
"S-Slowly?" Maro asked, kissing her after she nodded. First, the tip went in, slowly, then with slow motions in and out, more and more slid in. Madella's soft moans were luckily muffled under the deep kiss they were in and so were Maro's.
It was pure ecstasy. In fact, Maro was already close and had to pull out and wait for a few seconds, panting, before he put it back in. On top of that, both of their hearts were beating with incredible power.
"Oh, Leia." Madella hugged him, pressings her breasts against his chest, and bit her bottom lip from the overwhelming pleasure she was in.
After a few minutes, Madella wanted to try a new position and she got on all fours, lifting her bottom up and forming an arch that was nothing short of beautiful to Maro. He gave her vagina a few more licks before putting his penis back in. It felt even better for both of them in this position.
Madella squeezed him incredibly tight, challenging his ability to hold back his orgasm, making him slow down desperately.
"Ah…" She began clutching at her sheets at the new rhythm, "Keep going like that. Just like that." She buried her face in her pillow as he continued, counting to 4 in his head to keep the same rhythm.
"Ah!" Madella moaned as she came, muffled by the pillow. She began moving her ass back and forth with Maro's rhythm, which introduced a new squeezing and releasing coupled with the quivering insides of her vagina on his penis that challenged him yet again.
"Madella… I'm close…" He said guiltily but honestly, still moving in and out of her.
"Don't do it inside," She said, moving off it and lying down on her back in missionary, "Do it on me." She stroked it as she put it back in, biting her lip again and shutting her eyes tight.
Maro panted and was embarrassed by how much of his sweat was dropping on her. "I'm sorry about all the sweat." He apologized.
She didn't say anything back, she just smiled and bought his face down to kiss. He suddenly retracted as he felt the orgasm coming. Quickly, he pulled his penis out and came on her; his semen came out with such force that it reached Madella's face, making her laugh quietly.
Defeated, he fell down onto the bed next to her, both of them gasping and laughing slightly.
"There's so much…" She said, picking up a bit of his cum, "Wanna taste it?"
"Eugh! No!" He replied, flustered, getting laughed at by her. However, to his surprise, she would then sensually lick it all off her finger.
"Holy shit…" He mumbled.
"Hmm," She licked her lips, "It tastes salty, hahaha." She giggled.