I walked through the hall, holding Natalia's hand, my mind replaying the night. Unmarried in this world, I had found submission, obedience I could command, and a connection unlike anything I'd known. She was mine, not a pawn, part of me, an extension of my body.
I led her to my room; only a few lamps flickered, casting shadows. Her green eyes met mine, black hair spilling across her shoulders. Her body was solid and curved, white skin glowing softly, breasts and butt shifting slightly with every motion. She obeyed my command, yielding fully.
Afterward, we lay on the bed, exhausted. Her warmth pressed to me, breath steady. I stroked her hair gently from behind, letting her relax. Sleep claimed us, naked, bodies entwined, bound in obedience and trust.
Morning came. I woke first. Her green eyes blinked open, framed by black hair, her solid, curved body gleaming in soft light. Breasts and butt shifting as she stretched. A grin tugged at my lips—mischief, horniness, amusement mixing. I poked her; she stirred, smiling.
"Headmaid Martha will worry if I don't hurry," she said, beginning to dress, half-covered but still exposing skin. I stood behind her, my hand sliding slowly across her naked back, feeling her warmth under my fingers. Her breath caught slightly, but she continued dressing, obedient yet alive.
"Don't let last night bother you," I murmured. We kissed gently; my body responded.
She laughed softly. "Keep your thing under control," she teased, smiling, then left. Relief washed over me—she was normal, alive, herself. This world was wonderful.
I transmigrated back to Earth. In Allen's body, I resumed my work, planning not just a house, but an insulated dwelling to survive harsh winters, designing it with proper storage for food, weapons, and resources. I mapped harvests, thought through irrigation, and considered gunpowder production, all while keeping Natalia and her future safety in mind.
For one or two weeks, I stayed in Allen's body, thinking constantly of Natalia, our bond, and the survival of both worlds. Every time I paused, her green eyes, her obedience, and that night we spent together brought a small smile to my lips, a memory I could not shake.
Transmigration was powerful but risky; overuse could weaken my body or cause unknown side effects. I restrained myself, carefully balancing desire with caution, ensuring plans for the future were solid and she remained safe.
I woke on the bed, the morning light cutting through the curtains. The body felt natural now—strong, familiar. I dressed quickly, adjusting to the rhythm of this new vessel, and made my way to the dining hall.
Natalia was already there, the flicker of lamps catching her green eyes, her black hair loose over her shoulders. Our smiles met across the room, an unspoken understanding passing between us. Elias, watching silently nearby, froze for a moment, his dumb expression betraying confusion and amusement. I caught his gaze, nodded, and he relaxed slightly, still clearly bemused. Breakfast passed quietly, filled with a sense of normalcy that belied the tension of survival.
After eating, I moved to my cabinet, pulling the daily report. Villager chiefs had arrived from nearby settlements, seeking refuge and trade. One spoke boldly, "Lord Leonard, we wish to join Orshek. Our people are loyal, and we need protection."
I studied him, then nodded to my cabinet. "Tell me your numbers, the skills you bring, and what you can offer."
Four chiefs came forward, detailing their groups. Seven hundred people in total—farmers, hunters, craftsmen, and their families. I calculated risks and opportunities quickly. "You may join, under our protection. Your families will find homes in Orshek, but you will contribute to its defense and labor. Work with us, and we all survive."
The chiefs bowed deeply, convinced of my authority. Rumors of my royal blood had spread. They feared the wrath of bandits, believing our town defended by a prince would be untouchable. With that, they began moving in, carrying their belongings after the spring harvest.
Once they departed, I gathered my cabinet. "The opportunities are vast, but so are the risks," I said. "We must provide shelter. Order the construction of additional small houses, and make sure this project is completed by the end of the month. Use the clay, timber, and stone we have collected. Everyone—men, women, and children—must be put to work. They must learn to operate as one unit."
Thus began a massive construction drill. Around six hundred villagers, skilled and unskilled, labored together, stacking walls, preparing timber, and forming foundations. They had learned to work efficiently, the discipline of previous projects evident in their movements.
I explained the method of building clearly. Taking a sheet of paper, I drew the shape of the house, lines precise and detailed. "Walls thick as two men's arms—stack mud, clay, or sturdy timber, packed tight. This isn't for grandeur but for warmth. Dense walls trap the heat from our fires day and night, so even when the bitter wind howls, our people will not shiver. Small windows, just enough for light, keep out drafts. The roof should be low, with thatching of reeds or straw, layered to trap air above us. I pointed to the drawing on paper. "Cluster the homes close for shelter against the wind, but set the largest wall toward the sun, letting its rays warm the interior. Finish this by the month's end—I want them ready."
I oversaw the construction, watching rain fall over the town. Progress slowed, and I gathered the cabinet. "If this continues, not all houses will be ready by month's end," I said.
Oswin promised to spare more workers.
After the meeting, Natalia entered with water, massaging her shoulders as she approached. Her green eyes sparkled. "Things not going well, Leo?" she teased.
"We'll manage," I replied. She looked out the window, rain trickling slowly. "The weather is beautiful," she murmured.
I leaned back, smiling. "So… you're free?"
She grinned mischievously. "You said last night you wanted to try something…"
The tension between us was palpable. I reached for her hand, feeling her warmth. She stepped closer; the closeness made my pulse race. Our lips met, a heated kiss, teasing and heavy with promise.
I ran my hand along Natalia's thigh, feeling the warmth and subtle tension of her body. She looked up at me, eyes shining, and I leaned in, capturing her lips in a long, lingering kiss. Every movement was charged, heavy with unspoken desire.
"Sit here," I murmured, gesturing to the space beneath my desk. She obeyed, moving with grace and precision, eyes flicking to mine. The closeness of her body, the warmth, the way she followed my instructions—it made my pulse race.
Her gaze held a mixture of curiosity and trust, a silent challenge wrapped in obedience. I gently removed the blouse and stroked her breast, then I asked her to open her mouth and carefully teach about blowjob. While feeling strange tingly I heard someone coming, so does Natalia, and she stops. Then the door opened and Martha entered the room. She said, "My lord, the lunch is ready, you may come." Then I nodded my head, and pulled Natalia's head signaling to continue.
I rested a hand on her shoulder, sensing her tension, the subtle rise and fall of her breath. The room seemed charged, every small movement heavy with meaning. Outside, rain tapped against the window, rhythm matching the slow burn between us.
Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "You really are demanding today," she whispered.
I smirked, letting my hand linger lightly. "Obedience has its rewards," I murmured, noting the way her head nodded, affirming she understood—without words needed.