Hiro and Tara stepped into the modestly sized room, its pale yellow candlelight casting a warm glow across the space. The door was merely a piece of cloth, lifted aside for anyone to enter.
Inside, a luxurious double bed fit for a noble rested against the right wall. The room was otherwise bare, with no other furniture in sight.
Hiro's current gold balance stood at 40. Less than a day had passed, and already more than half the gold he had begun with had been spent at the stone tablet shop.
After stepping inside, Tara spoke in a tone mixed with embarrassment and seriousness, "My Lord, can you please be more subtle about things like this in the futur—"
She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, however.
Hiro grabbed her hand and pulled her firmly onto the bed. Her words died in her throat as she found herself seated on the edge, gazing at the extremely handsome Hiro standing before her.
Hiro's lips curved into a meaningful smirk.
Gulp.
Tara's nervousness and anticipation heightening with every passing moment.
Hiro stepped closer, placing his right knee on the bed.
He stroked her hair in one slow, deliberate motion, his hand sliding to the back of her head. Then, his hand settled on her nape, his thumb gently lifting her chin.
"What were you saying?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Tara's response came a bit slower than usual.
"I was saying—"
Unfortunately for her, she was once again interrupted before finishing her sentence.
Hiro leaned in swiftly, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue invaded her parted lips, dominating hers, while his hand on her nape pressed her head closer.
"Mmnff!"
Tara was caught off guard by Hiro's sudden move, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she stared at his face up close, but after a second, her eyes fluttered shut, and she began to kiss him back.
Her warrior's spirit flared—she wasn't about to back down without a fight. Her tongue countered his, swirling aggressively against his own.
Their kiss deepened, their soft lips brushing and melding together in an unrelenting exchange.
Hiro used his other hand to undo her clothes. Though his raging boner tempted him to tear them off, he managed to restrain himself.
After all, the textile and clothing industry in his Realm had yet to develop, and the Worken family had brought only a limited supply of clothes with them when they sought refuge.
As Hiro carefully removed her clothes, their kiss slowed, the sound of soft smooches filling the room. Tara, too nervous to take the lead, simply placed her hands on the bed, letting Hiro guide the moment.
Tara's medieval-clothing-like dress couldn't be separated into a top and bottom. With her assistance, Hiro removed it entirely.
'I'll need to introduce better fashion in my realm someday in the future,' Hiro thought.
Sexier fashion. For now, though, he had to endure the clumsy clothing style of this world.
Soon, Tara's naked body was revealed before Hiro. His gaze devoured her greedily, like a wolf eyeing its prey. Tara's face turned crimson under the intensity of his lustful stare.
"Well, how is it?" she asked in a mosquito like whisper, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze.
Hiro pressed her down onto the bed with a passionate kiss, his body looming over hers.
"You look beautiful," he murmured.
"B-Be gentle… This is my first time," Tara said shyly, her voice trembling.
Her words only seemed to ignite Hiro's desire further. He captured her lips again, his hand caressing the side of her face before gliding gently down to her neck.
After teasing her neck with a light touch, his hand trailed slowly to her breasts. They felt as if they were crafted perfectly for his hands.
Just as he had imagined, they fit perfectly in his palms—soft, perky, and irresistible. Hiro reveled in pinching and teasing them, his touch full of exploration.
Even as their lips remained locked, soft sounds of pleasure escaped Tara. Her hands found their way to Hiro's shoulders and back, relishing the warmth of his body against the cool weather.
Then, Hiro brushed the tip of her erect nipples. Her body quivered, and the tension in it melted away.
Hiro ended the kiss. Tara was gasping for breath. She opened her eyes, which were now misty.
After giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek, Hiro's mouth trailed downwards toward her breasts.
He first sucked the area around her right nipple and then the nipple itself, coating it in his wet saliva and causing it to harden even further. Then, he lightly bit down on it before sucking on it like a baby craving milk.
Tara's back arched, and she let out a sultry moan. Her hands tugged at the hair on Hiro's head, pulling him closer, urging him on.
Hiro's right hand ventured further down on its journey across Tara's body. He caressed the outer side of her buttocks and thighs in a slow, teasing manner. Tara's skin prickled in anticipation, a fire growing within her. She couldn't wait for what was about to come.
Hiro's hand slowly but surely moved to the inner side of her thighs. Tara breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with need. She ached for him to touch her most sensitive spot.
But Hiro wasn't going to grant her wishes just yet. His fingers circled the entrance of her slick, untouched pussy, never quite making contact. This deliberate teasing made Tara squirm beneath him.
"My Lord!" she pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and frustration.
Hiro smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Deciding to grant her wish, he finally let his fingers rub against her wet slit. He could already feel her juices beginning to flow. She was undeniably aroused.
His fingers teased her folds, spreading her wetness as he found her sensitive nub and began to stroke it gently. Tara gasped, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Good girl," Hiro murmured. "So wet for me already."
Tara's hips bucked slightly as Hiro slid a finger inside her. She was tight—almost impossibly so—and Hiro took his time, slowly working her open. Her walls clenched around him, her body trembling with each movement of his hand.
"You're so tight," Hiro teased. "Does it feel good, Tara?"
"Yes, My Lord," she moaned, her voice breathy. "It feels amazing."
Hiro added a second finger, stretching her further as his thumb pressed against her clit. Tara's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. He moved his fingers in and out of her, curling them slightly to find the spot that made her cry out in pleasure.
When he felt her body begin to tremble, Hiro withdrew his fingers, much to Tara's dismay. Her eyes fluttered open, wide with need.
"Don't worry, we're not done yet," Hiro said with a smirk. He brought his fingers to her lips, glistening with her juices. "Taste yourself."
Tara hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing, but she obeyed. Her tongue darted out, licking his fingers clean. The sight made Hiro's cock throb with anticipation.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice husky. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Positioning himself between her legs, Hiro let the head of his cock press against her wet slit, rubbing it back and forth. Tara whimpered, her hips instinctively lifting to meet him.
"Please, My Lord," she begged. "I need you."
Hiro chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. "Patience, my little maid. I'll give you what you want when I'm ready."
He continued to tease her, the thick head of his cock sliding against her swollen clit. Tara's body shook with anticipation, her moans filling the room.
Finally, Hiro positioned himself at her entrance. "This might hurt a little," he warned, though the lust in his voice made it clear he wasn't going to hold back.
Slowly, he pushed the head inside, her tightness enveloping him. Tara gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders as her nails dug into his skin. Hiro paused, giving her a moment to adjust.
"You're so tight, Tara," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're squeezing me so perfectly."
"Keep going, My Lord," Tara whispered, her voice trembling. "I can take it."
Encouraged by her words, Hiro pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. Tara let out a choked cry, her body trembling beneath him.
"You feel amazing, Tara," Hiro grunted, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. He began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. Tara's cries of pleasure grew louder with every stroke.
"You're mine," Hiro said, his voice a possessive growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
"Yes, My Lord!" Tara moaned, her nails raking down his back. "I'm yours and yours alone."