"Alright, here we go," I said, my voice low, thick with anticipation.
"Yes," Aria replied softly, her breath catching.
I leaned over Aria, who lay back on the bed, her slender frame outlined against the soft sheets. Her body was delicate yet invitingly warm, her skin pale and smooth as polished ivory, glowing faintly in the dim light.
"Are you sure about this? My 'Reincarnation Perk'—"
"I understand," she interrupted, her voice steady but tinged with nervous excitement.
She nodded, her eyes shimmering with trust. "Whatever skill you gain, I know you'll fight for this village."
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I pressed my lips to hers, the warmth of her mouth sending a shiver through me. My tongue slipped past her lips, exploring the soft, wet heat of her mouth, tasting the faint sweetness of her breath.
"Mm… ♡," a soft moan escaped her, a delicate sound that vibrated against my lips.
"Seems like you don't mind kissing," I teased, pulling back slightly to catch her gaze.
"Yes… it's my first time, but… I like it," she whispered, her voice trembling with discovery. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, like the first blush of dawn.
"Me too," I murmured, diving back in, kissing her deeper. Her tongue met mine, tentative at first, then bolder, intertwining in a slow, sensual dance that sent sparks racing through my veins.
"Mm… ha… Reincarnator One… more… ♡," she gasped, her voice breathy and pleading.
"Kairi," I corrected gently. "I told you before, didn't I? Being called 'Reincarnator One' feels… off."
"Oh, I… got carried away…" she said, her eyes fluttering with embarrassment.
"It's your first time. Let's at least call each other by name, yeah?" I suggested with a small smile, hoping to ease her nerves.
Her lips curved into a shy smile. "Are you… being considerate of me?"
"Well, yeah…" I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Thank you," she said, her smile softening, radiant in its sincerity. "Then… Kairi, please call me Aria."
"Aria," I said, testing the name, letting it roll off my tongue like a promise.
"Yes, Kairi," she replied, her voice a soft melody.
Our eyes locked, the air between us charged with something more than the ritual we were about to perform. What was meant to be a ceremonial act felt intimate, almost like we were lovers caught in a fleeting moment. I kissed her again, this time a gentle brush of lips, soft and fleeting, like a whisper against her skin.
"Let's keep going," I said, my voice husky.
"Yes," she breathed.
My hands moved to her chest, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her dress. I peeled it away, revealing the gentle curves of her breasts, soft and warm under my palms. Her skin was velvet-smooth, and as I kneaded gently, her breath hitched.
"Nn… ," she sighed, a sweet, trembling sound that sent a jolt of heat through me.
Her nipples were already taut, small peaks begging for attention. I lowered my mouth, drawing one into a slow, deliberate kiss. The taste of her skin was faintly salty, her scent clean and floral, like wildflowers warmed by the sun. My tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing it with slow, languid strokes while my fingers caressed her other breast, tracing lazy circles.
"Mm… ha… nn… ," Aria moaned, her voice a cascade of soft whimpers. Her body arched slightly, pressing herself closer, her reactions stoking the fire building inside me.
"Feel good?" I asked, my voice low, vibrating against her skin.
"Yes… so much… ," she gasped, her brows knitting in a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. Her expression—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—was intoxicatingly sensual.
"And down here?" I murmured, my hand trailing lower, brushing over the thin fabric of her undergarments. The warmth radiating from her core was evident even through the cloth, and as my fingers grazed her, I felt the dampness seeping through.
"Ah… there…!" she gasped, her voice catching as her hips twitched involuntarily.
"You're already so wet," I said, a grin tugging at my lips.
"I'm sorry… it's… embarrassing…" she mumbled, her face flushing a deeper crimson, her eyes darting away.
"Nothing to apologize for," I reassured her, my tone gentle but firm. I slid her undergarments down, parting her thighs to reveal the delicate folds framed by soft golden curls. The contrast between her pure, innocent features and the provocative sight before me sent a thrill down my spine.
"Y-you're… staring…!" she stammered, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself.
"Just me here," I said softly, my voice steady to calm her. "You're beautiful, Aria."
Her breath hitched, her embarrassment mingling with trust. I pressed my middle finger gently against her entrance, feeling the slick warmth welcome me. Slowly, I eased inside, her tight heat enveloping my finger, pulsing faintly with her heartbeat.
"Nn…!" Her body jolted, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her walls clenched around me.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, pausing to gauge her reaction.
"No… it's… okay… ," she managed, her voice trembling but earnest. Her eyes, glassy with sensation, locked onto mine.
I moved my finger carefully, sliding in and out, the wet sounds filling the quiet room—nupu… kuchu… kuchu… Her hips squirmed, not in pain but in response to the waves of pleasure rippling through her.
"Ha… nn… ," she moaned, her fingers clutching the sheets, her body yielding to the sensation.
I withdrew briefly, then added my index finger, pushing both inside her. The tightness was exquisite, her warmth gripping me as I stirred gently, exploring her depths.
"Ah… nn… Kairi.. I'm… I'm going crazy…," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need.
"Ready for me?" I asked, my own arousal straining painfully against my clothes, hot and insistent.
"Yes… please… come inside, Kairi… ," she said, her eyes hazy with desire, her lips parted in invitation.
I positioned myself, the tip of my length brushing against her slick entrance, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through me. Her heat radiated against me, promising an overwhelming connection.
"Almost there. Hold on," I whispered, my voice tight with restraint.
I pushed forward, sinking into her in one slow, deliberate thrust. Her warmth enveloped me, tight and molten, drawing a low groan from my throat. I felt her body yield, her walls stretching to accommodate me until I was buried to the hilt.
"Haa… ♡," Aria gasped, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips trembling as she adjusted to the sensation.
"You okay?" I asked, holding still, letting her body adapt.
"Yes… I'm… happy, Kairi," she said, her smile radiant despite the flush of exertion on her face. Her gaze met mine, and the sincerity in her eyes made my chest tighten.
"Me too," I said, returning her smile.
I began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, savoring the way her body clung to me. Her soft moans filled the air, growing louder as I quickened my pace, the rhythm building into something urgent and primal. The heat, the friction, the sound of our bodies meeting—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.
Aria, so pure and devoted, had given herself to me for this ritual. Yet, as our bodies moved together, it felt like more than a ceremony. The pleasure was raw, all-consuming, far beyond any fleeting encounters from my past life. As the pressure built, I reached the edge, and with a final thrust, I released inside her, a rush of heat flooding her core.
"Nn… ," Aria's body shuddered, her breath hitching as she felt me spill into her.
"You felt… incredible," I panted, leaning down to kiss her softly, our breaths mingling.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the air, disembodied and resonant:
'Reincarnation Perk has been activated.'
'The user, Kairi, will be granted one skill.'