Eleanor Silverdrake held the esteemed position of Matriarch within the influential Silverdrake household, one of the powerful noble houses in the Hartz Kingdom. Despite being a patriarchal family, Eleanor bore the title of Matriarch, entrusted with aiding the patriarch and exerting influence on the house's decisions.
The patriarch in question was Selestine Silverdrake, rumored to be a handsome and capable noble. However, reality painted a different picture. In truth, Selestine was a scoundrel who had never aspired to lead the Silverdrake family. His union with Eleanor was not fueled by genuine affection but rather by the desires of the previous head, his father. Selestine never intended to marry Eleanor, deeming her not to his taste—a scumbag reasoning, indeed.
Despite his personal inclinations, he succumbed to the pressure of familial expectations and went through with the marriage anyway.
Publicly, Eleanor and Selestine maintained the facade of a harmonious relationship, but the truth beneath was far from it.
Eleanor harbored no love for Selestine, and in return, Selestine's feelings mirrored her own. Despite nearly two decades of marriage, the anticipated love never bloomed.
Their physical intimacy was a singular event—confined to their wedding night. For them, it sufficed, as the sole purpose was to produce an heir for the continuation of their lineage. Just once was adequate. If they failed to conceive on the initial attempt, there would be no repetition. The mutual disdain between Selestine and Eleanor was palpable.
As a curious aside, before their nuptials, Eleanor chose to deflower herself using a plant known as Emberfill. They say the first time is unforgettable, so she opted for a plant-induced memory instead of sharing that moment with Selestine, whom she despised as much as he despised her.
Eleanor, despite her role as a matriarch and the complexities of her marriage, was still a woman. As she approached forty, a dormant desire awakened within her. While she had never found pleasure in the act, an undeniable yearning for sex had awakened. The prospect, however, no longer involved Selestine. He was content with his concubines, and Eleanor, in turn, had grown indifferent to his absence. Yet, the desire for a man lingered, a desire she longed to fulfill.
Her wish materialized during a visit to Ceveral City, renowned as the kingdom's entertainment hub.
"You know, Eleanor, how many times have you been 'showered'?" teased her friend, Lien Asterfield, another matriarch from one of the kingdom's prominent houses.
They engaged in casual conversation within the lavish confines of Asterfield's residence in Ceveral City, sipping tea and indulging in pleasantries.
"What do you mean by 'showered'? I always keep myself clean, you know?" Eleanor innocently and naively responded.
"Of course, I'm not referring to the kind of shower you take."
Eleanor lifted her teacup with the grace befitting her esteemed status, savoring the delicate aroma of the tea. "Pray tell, what exactly do you mean?"
Lien leaned in with a devilish glint in her eye, her voice carrying a hint of provocative amusement. "I'm referring to the times you've been showered. Showered in the essence of desire. In cum."
Eleanor was taken aback, a surprised expression causing her to momentarily choke on her tea. "I-I beg your pardon? Did I hear you correctly?"
A mischievous chuckle escaped Lien's lips as she confirmed, "Oh, you heard me right, Eleanor."
"O-Okay, I did hear you correctly, but why, in the world, would you bring up such a question out of the blue?" Eleanor attempted to regain her composure while taking another cautious sip of her tea.
Lien leaned in with a sly smile playing on her lips, her words dripping with suggestion. "Because it seems to me that you're harboring some dissatisfaction with your life," she provocatively implied.
Eleanor delicately placed her teacup back on the saucer, her movements reflective of her inner turmoil. "I'm not dissatisfied, really. I find contentment in my life with Mellissa. Nothing else holds significance for me."
Lien, undeterred, continued to probe. "Don't you yearn for the touch of a man?"
"I'm not in my prime anymore," Eleanor replied, attempting to brush off the insinuation.
Lien leaned back, a soft laughter escaping her lips. "You're just on the cusp of forty. Look at me. At forty-three, I revel in every facet of my life. Especially, my sex life. Not with my husband, of course. I doubt that miniscule dick of his could bring me pleasure anymore. I've never even reached climax with him. But this man I'm enchanted by, I assure you, you'd be captivated too. I've brought numerous women to him, and they all departed the brothel with quivering knees and ecstasy in their eyes. As for myself, I've achieved climax ten times in just one fervent encounter."
Eleanor, taken aback by Lien's explicit words, stammered, "I-I can't entertain such thoughts. While I do long for a man's touch, I don't believe engaging in such activities is acceptable. Besides, I have a daughter. What would she think if she discovered me entangled in intimate relations with a man other than her father?"
"You don't have to worry about that, do you? After all, you've only tasted the forbidden fruit once. Surely, Mellissa won't detect the difference."
Eleanor hesitated, her thoughts tangled in uncertainty. "Still, I don't think..."
Lien cut through her hesitation with a provocative question, "Don't you yearn for the intoxicating ecstasy of cumming, Eleanor? You're on the cusp of forty, yet you remain untouched by the experience, haven't you? I took Selestine to bed once, hoping he could bring me to climax, but alas, he finished too swiftly. I suspect your wedding night unfolded in a similar manner, didn't it?"
"It was over so abruptly; I hardly felt anything..."
"Exactly."
Eleanor sighed, admitting a secret she had harbored for years. "Actually, I don't think he penetrated me."
"Huh?"
Now, Lien wore a look of confusion.
"W-Wait, he didn't enter you?"
"No. It seemed he only left his mark near the entrance."
Lien's bewilderment deepened. "How on earth did you conceive Mellissa then?"
Eleanor chuckled nervously, revealing a revelation. "Well, he climaxed almost the moment it touched my nether regions. Since I knew reproduction required penetration, I..."
Eleanor's gaze drifted over the garden, where a maid meticulously tended to a plant—a plant that held a peculiar significance, the witness to an unconventional moment in Eleanor's past. Lien, attuned to the unspoken nuances, grasped the gravity of the situation. Eleanor had taken an Emberfill, coated in Selestine's semen, and carefully placed it within herself to initiate the conception of Mellissa.
"I chose not to engage in the intimate act with him, so I embraced that alternative. Selestine believes he had sex with me. He mentioned he didn't want to have sex, so he drank heavily, leading to a hazy memory. While he's convinced he had sex with me, the reality is quite different."
Lien absorbed the revelation, her curiosity evident. "So, you're telling me that you are, in a technical sense, still untouched?"
"W-Well, not precisely. An Emberfill had already altered that aspect of me."
Lien pressed further, seeking a deeper truth. "Not that. I mean, you're still unacquainted with the touch of a man?"
Eleanor hesitated before admitting, "Well, yes, I suppose."
Lien's initial shock and disbelief transformed into a mischievous amusement. "Fufufu, Eleanor, you certainly delve into some intriguing escapades. I never fathomed you'd go to such lengths."
"Well, my father insisted that, for me to be a valuable asset to the family, I needed to forge ties with the Silverdrake lineage. So, to facilitate that, I resorted to unconventional methods. I didn't harbor any affection for Selestine, so I took matters into my own hands, deflowering myself with the aid of an Emberfill. And to conceive his child, I had to orchestrate the introduction of his essence to my nether regions once more, using the Emberfill. If you find that provocative, well, perhaps, they are indeed intriguing endeavors."
"You're more cunning than your exterior suggests, Eleanor."
"Not as cunning as you."
Their laughter resonated in the air, creating a momentary camaraderie. Yet, as the laughter subsided, Lien fixed Eleanor with an intense gaze, one that bore a gravity she had never witnessed before.
"You've never fallen in love with Selestine all these years of marriage, have you?" Lien probed, her gaze piercing.
Eleanor nodded with a sigh, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering in the air.
"And during those years you weren't tied to him, you didn't fall for anyone?"
"I didn't," Eleanor admitted, her voice carrying a hint of resignation.
"Hmm," Lien mused. "Perhaps it's high time you discover that love."
Eleanor's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Why not seek out a man?" Lien suggested, her eyes holding a glimmer of encouragement.
Eleanor sighed, a heavy acknowledgment of her circumstances. "You know it's too late for me. I'm a mother now. I'm already married."
Lien's response was swift, dismissing the notion of age or marital status. "That doesn't matter, does it? It's never too late to find love. I'm in love with a man, younger than me, probably even younger than my first daughter. But I love him all the same. Love doesn't adhere to such constraints."
Eleanor's eyes widened, a realization dawning. "That's... the man you've been intimate with recently, right?"
"Indeed," Lien remarked, sipping her tea. "My point is, Eleanor, you don't have to be troubled by age, motherhood, or marital status. Love can still blossom unexpectedly."
Eleanor lapsed into a contemplative silence, the weight of Lien's words hanging in the air. Sensing her friend's inner turmoil, Lien let out a soft sigh.
"How about we find you a man, Eleanor? I know a place where we can arrange that." Lien's smile carried a mischievous undertone.