"..... Mary?"
I entered the room, closing the door behind me. My wife, Elizabeth, was with her back to me.
"No, it's me."
"A-Arthur!?"
"As my beautiful wife wished for me to come tonight, here I am. Should I return to my room?"
"No, no..."
Elizabeth's eyes blinked and her cheeks flushed.
What's with this wife? She's getting more beautiful by the day, isn't she?
I, Arthur, a re-incarnated wicked and mischievous uncle who is now 32 years old, entered the room of my ignorant and pure wife, Elizabeth, who is 21. Regardless of what's inside my mind, my appearance is that of a beautiful aristocrat who is picturesque in every way. My golden blonde hair, high nose, and blue eyes shine penetratingly in the dark with magical power to burn my wife's image into my eyes.
She was dressed in the same thin robe as last night.
I slowly approached and positioned my hands. My fingers sank into the soft flesh of her waist. The fine silk of her robe slipped under my touch. She let out a small gasp, but didn't move.
"I'm sorry. I can't control my feelings. It's just that you're so attractive."
"W.... wait - ah ... so hot…"
I moved closer. My fingers held her chin, and I sucked her lower lip. Her body trembled.
"Hmnuh-uh...."
I bit her upper lip, then her lower lip, and when she started to respond, I just curled my tongue and started rubbing it. Elizabeth's breath was already sweet. I hugged her and rubbed my body against hers while my wife breathed heavily in the heat.
Then she wrapped her arm around my back and held on to me warmly, sucking my mouth and exchanging saliva. The smell of the two of them hit each other's nose.
For someone who recently learned how to kiss, she was very good at it.
"Hmaaah..."
We moved away from each other. A thread of saliva stretched between our lips as we panted, catching our breath.
"I love you, Elizabeth."
"Arthur.... Hum...."
My lips found the skin of her neck. The warm air of my breath brushed it before contact.
A vacuum formed, the skin was pulled, and the sound was a soft, wet 'chup'. I moved my mouth down, the skin under my lips remaining warm and marked with points of flush.
She tilted her head to the side, exposing more skin. A hand moved from her neck to the front, her fingers finding the fabric of my shirt. The thin fabric slipped under her fingertips, which pressed against the soft protrusion of her breast. Her body trembled, her shoulders contracted, and a small muffled moan escaped her lips.
"Annh," she cried cutely.
If you keep rubbing...
"Elizabeth, your nipples are getting erect."
"Oh, don't say that, for some reason... it feels strange with you pointing it out, Arthur... Hmm."
I pressed and squeezed the fat pushing out her clothes, and she writhed and moaned as I shook the large, soft protrusion.
My wife's breasts are too juicy, I want to fuck them…
The mere mental image of my large and grotesque cock between her large and tender peaks…
Wow… I want it.
"Elizabeth, I want you."
"But I can't have children. And there's no indication that I got pregnant during last night's sexual session... There's no point in us continuing with this…"
"That's not the only reason I do this, is it? I will continue to use my special arts to embrace you every night until Elizabeth is free from the curse and pregnant, but having a husband and wife interaction... is also essential."
"Every... night..."
"You look happy. Elizabeth is such an erotic girl..."
I smiled, having my sweet wife excited to be fucked by me was pure happiness.
"No, no, I'm not that! It's... it's because of you... that I act strange"
"Come on, let me see your beautiful body one more time."
"Ah... No, no, no... it's better you go…" I could only hear the pleasure in her voice.
I easily took off Elizabeth's panties while her cheeks flushed. It wasn't because I was used to it, but because it was easy to take off and Elizabeth even lifted her hips.
I knew she was excited about the idea of being fucked again. You are a cute little girl who has a sweetly erotic thought.
Her breasts are plump, full, and bowl-shaped, the areola was also swollen with a delicate outline. She had a flexible waist and thin legs. Her pubic area is smooth of pubic hair as if she expected to be well used.
Even though I knew she was naturally hairless, the idea of her depilating for me... the idea of this young, cold noblewoman melting into sexual desire for me...
Fuck, I can't control myself any longer.
With a thought, I guided mana to my member, making it harden. The heat pulsed, and the swelling forced it against the fabric of my pants. The process was quick and intense. Her surprise was a short gasp, the sound muffled when her hands came to meet her mouth. Her eyes widened, fixed on me.
She panted, her eyes fixed on me. Her breathing sped up. The hand that was on her mouth trembled.
"You really don't need the oil..." Her voice was a whisper, mixed with a slight tone of admiration and shock. Her eyes dropped to where my hand was, and a flush spread across her neck and chest.
She was rubbing the inside of her thighs, moving in shame.
From the looks of it, she may already be starting to get wet. I can't resist my animalistic desire to fuck her.
I watched Elizabeth's nipples harden. The hard knots under the silk stood out. I bent my body and lowered my head, my lips getting closer. The warm air of my breath reached her skin, causing a shiver.
My mouth opened, and my lips enveloped the warm protrusion. My tongue touched her skin, and my teeth gently pressed the small, hard tip. A soft suction was applied. The sound was a wet "plop". Elizabeth let out a moan, her body trembled.
I moved my head from side to side. My lips explored the area, and my tongue drew circles. The sound of 'chup, chup, chup' resonated in the room.
"Oh, no! Arthur ~, no, you can't suck them so hard~!"
Sweet as ever, I'm addicted.
"Hyahhhhhh!"
I pressed my face against the warm skin and sucked hard. The sound was wet and resonant. With the tip of my tongue, I rolled the erect nipple, feeling its texture. The sound of my kiss against the wet skin echoed in the room.
"Ahhhh....."
She twisted her hips, the corner of her eyes drooped and her white cheeks flushed, like those of a little girl. I reached out to touch Elizabeth's intimate parts with my finger, thinking she was more responsive than yesterday.
My fingers slid over her smooth skin, then rubbed her crack, making her moan and cry.
"You're an erotic girl, wife"
And then I pressed her erect clitoris.
"Hahhhhh... Please, don't stop~ Arthur~" Elizabeth's hips were writhing and her wet hole tightened against my fingers.
"What are you talking about? You have such a plump and swollen clitoris, and you're spilling your sweet juices all over the place."
"Mmmmh…"
I moved my fingers away and she looked at me, surprised. Her eyes, though wordless, begged for more. I stripped. I pressed my body over hers, adjusted my dick between her thighs and started rubbing against her sweet and swollen pussy.
She trembled, a moan escaped through her teeth. The feeling of our bodies sliding was intense. While holding her breasts with my hands, I started to suck on them hard.
"Haaaaa!"
"You're so horny. This is delicious."
My fingers sank into her, her breasts strangled between my fingers. When I started to pinch and suck. My fingers never stopped, kneading her breasts while her nipples were brutally massaged by my lips, my dick rubbing at length over her poor pussy, making her feel as if she was completely exposed.
"Mmmm, nnnn...No, no, no stop, don't-don't stop!"
While Elizabeth was writhing in pleasure, she was aware that her pussy was literally trying to suck my dick into her hole with hunger. She squeezed my hand over her breasts, almost making a heart symbol in her eyes, and let out a splash of juice that covered my length, making my dick slide more easily.
"You came a lot, Elizabeth. You're a good girl."
Wow, Elizabeth, you're so sensitive. This makes me extremely proud of myself.
I flirted with my wife. I kissed Elizabeth's forehead as if I wanted to remind her that I wouldn't forget her, then I put my mouth to her ear and whispered.
"Elizabeth wants to have my dick inside her pussy, doesn't she?"
"A-Arthur..Mmmmh... Please, don't say such stupid things..."
The twenty-one-year-old wife shook her head in rejection. But I continue.
Of course she's overflowing with sexual desire, but my sweet wife, although she's so erotically sensitive, could kill me the instant she decided I went too far.
"I'll tell you something. I prefer when Elizabeth is erotically honest. I like to see Elizabeth in all her true moods..."
I took her hand and let her touch me, slowly bringing her to my dick which still rested on her sweet pussy, she hungrily held the base of my dick and looked up, surprised at the size she was handling.
"it's very big and thick… how did it fit inside me…?"
"You see? You know how excited I am now because of Elizabeth?"
I let her soft fingertips massage my hardened flesh, her thin fingers and tender skin contrasting with my thick, vein-covered member.
"Aaaf, wow... it's very hot"
Embarrassed, she rubbed and caressed the hardness, her eyes shining.
Hmmm, I knew it. she was sexually enthusiastic, but I think I underestimated her.
"Ooh" I moaned, the pleasure is too much, both physical and mental.
"What, are you okay? Do you also like to be touched?"
"I'm fine. It felt too good and I love being touched by you Elizabeth, my wife."
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Then I started rubbing Arthur's dick, a wave of heat rising from my thighs. "'Wow...', he groaned, and I felt a shiver. 'Elizabeth? Uh...' His voice was breathless. 'I think it feels really good...' I whispered.
But he didn't come looking for me yesterday? In this world, sex is just an act of reproduction without pleasure. So, unless there's an urgent need to have a child, no one would continue to visit the room. Especially if they're nobles…
And I believe it takes several days for a man to recharge his seeds.
Besides, I have a body that is incapable of having a child, due to a curse that a witch cast on my mother when I was in her womb.
This doesn't make sense...
But if he continues to touch me like this, I won't be able to refuse him. No, this is not good. Please, let me feel even more...
Well, in this world, if you could use magic, you could easily find out if a fertilized egg was created or not. Well, in that case...
Oh, I got wet...
I wonder if I was an erotic girl, as he keeps talking about... Arthur's provocative caresses left my mind in ecstasy and intoxicated. I felt a shame I never imagined was possible, but it became the perfect spice for pleasure.
No, no, no, no, this is making me crazy...
It's so embarrassing. But still, I want more, more...
I let out a low moan. My voluptuous body squirmed, and an embarrassing fluid gushed from the place where he had touched with his finger.
Even though the shame was immense, the strange pleasure transformed my face, once carved from noble ice, into inevitable ecstasy.
I haven't forgotten... that magic I tried to use against him, when I thought he was playing with me. The experience of almost killing him in that stubborn fight was etched in my soul.
Maybe he did it to force me to practice, but he seems to be getting very excited... And this gives me an itch in my chest, as well as in my pussy... Maybe it's true that I... uh... love Arthur...
I thought of him while I caressed and rubbed his groin. It was good... His dick was surprisingly difficult to hold, but it was even more pleasant to touch.
At first, I didn't like or dislike this man.
He was the third son of Viscount Solaris, who was inferior in position to the dukes of von Aurisburg, the family of my birth.
His appearance didn't please me... even though his face was pleasantly masculine, it wasn't the face of a fairy tale prince that I had always desired... his tall and slightly plump body, his head with little hair... he just wasn't the husband I dreamed of.
He received a wide, but dry, territory, and was withdrawn from the viscountcy succession, sealed as a baron thanks to his talent for commerce.
But he was never made to impregnate me, because I was incapable of having children. I was prevented from marrying the man I loved for years in a platonic relationship, for not having value for noble marriage.
The only thing I was allowed to do was decide that, if he humiliated me, I would stab him and kill him.
However, this man did not humiliate me or hold me for long, although we had an act of reproduction a few times. He never shamed or despised me, but if he didn't hug me, I wouldn't hug him, and I didn't like him because he seemed to have given up on me.
Even though I didn't want it, being pushed aside was horrible and unsatisfying — it shattered, once again, my dream of a fairy-tale romance.
And yet, he learned the special arts for me...
Why is he doing this? We were practically strangers cohabiting...
But he is very cunning, he knows how to excite me, to excite my body as I never suspected was possible... My eyes were shining with the color of love.
My body and heart are looking for him. These sweet words you said are the words I've been longing for for a long time.
I looked at Arthur's face, who raised his head and moaned pathetically while I caressed his thickness back and forth, feeling it pulsate against my wet and swollen skin.
You have such a beautiful face... even though you said I'm cute, aren't you the one who looks cute?
I started to see beauty in his appearance that I once only saw as awkward...
Then I recognized him, with an ecstatic, mischievous and flirtatious smile. And, yet, he seemed very, very happy and, at the same time, extremely lustful.
Yes, yes, I'm already captivated by you. If you say you love me, then I will love you too, my dear Arthur...
Who would have thought that the man of one's dreams would also need to have a big, thick cock?