Ethan strode through the forest edge without a shred of clothing, his reborn body radiating heat and power. The system's golden text still lingered in his mind, promising absolute dominion over every mature beauty in this world. His cock, thick and heavy, swayed with each step, already half-erect from the mere anticipation of what was coming.
The village came into full view: a cluster of thatched roofs, wooden homes, and a central inn that looked like the heart of the settlement. Smoke curled from chimneys, and a few villagers moved about — farmers, craftsmen, children playing. None noticed the naked stranger yet.
Outside the inn, the woman from the system's prompt was finishing her laundry. She straightened up, basket on her hip, and turned toward the treeline.
Mira.
That was the name that flashed in Ethan's mind the moment their eyes met across the distance.
She was breathtaking. Late thirties, long auburn hair tied loosely, strands framing a heart-shaped face with soft, innocent features. Her simple linen dress clung to an hourglass figure that screamed fertility — overflowing breasts straining the fabric, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips and a plump, heart-shaped ass that jiggled slightly as she moved. Her skin glowed with the warmth of honest work, cheeks flushed from the morning sun.
She froze when she saw him.
A naked man emerging from the woods, tall, ripped, and shamelessly aroused.
Her first instinct was shock. Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide. She glanced around quickly — no one else nearby. Her husband, Garrick, was inside the inn preparing for the midday rush.
Mira's heart raced. She should scream. She should run. This stranger could be dangerous — a bandit, a madman, a monster in human form.
But… something stopped her.
His eyes.
Deep, piercing, commanding.
They locked onto hers, and the world narrowed to just that gaze.
Ethan didn't speak yet. He simply held her stare, pouring intent into it. The Free Claim activated silently, like a key turning in a lock that had rusted shut for years.
Mira's breath hitched. A sudden warmth bloomed low in her belly, spreading outward like wildfire. Her nipples hardened against the rough fabric of her dress. Between her thighs, a shameful wetness began to gather.
"W-who… are you?" she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. Yet she didn't back away. Her feet stayed rooted.
Ethan closed the distance slowly, deliberately, letting her take in every inch of his powerful body. When he was ten paces away, he finally spoke, voice low and velvet-rough.
"I'm someone who needs help. I woke up in the woods… no clothes, no memory of how I got here. I'm cold, tired, and starving."
A half-truth. He wasn't cold at all — the system kept his vitality burning hot — but the vulnerability in his tone was calculated.
Mira's maternal instincts, honed from years of running the inn and raising two grown daughters, kicked in despite the strange heat coiling inside her. She glanced at his wounds — none visible, thanks to the reincarnation — then lower, to his impressive manhood. Her cheeks burned crimson, but she couldn't look away.
"Y-you can't walk around like that," she whispered urgently. "The village elders… my husband… they'll think you're a threat."
Ethan tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Then help me, please. Just… get me inside somewhere quiet. Some clothes, food. I'll be gone by evening. I swear."
The plea, combined with the ongoing eye contact, sealed it.
Mira's resistance crumbled. The warmth in her core turned into a throbbing ache. She had never felt anything like it — not even in the early days with Garrick, before their marriage settled into routine and rarity.
"O-okay," she breathed. "Come with me. Quickly. Through the back."
She set the basket down and led him around the inn to a side door that opened into the storage pantry. The scent of herbs, ale barrels, and fresh bread enveloped them as she closed the door behind him.
The space was dim, lit only by a small window high on the wall. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with linens, spare clothes, and supplies.
Mira's hands trembled as she rummaged for something that might fit. "Here… these were my brother's before he left for the city. They should work."
She handed him a simple tunic and trousers. Ethan took them but didn't put them on immediately. Instead, he stepped closer.
"Thank you, Mira."
She startled. "How… how do you know my name?"
He smiled, slow and predatory. "I heard someone call you earlier. You're kind. Too kind for a place like this."
Mira swallowed hard. He was close now — close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. Her gaze dropped involuntarily to his cock, now fully erect, thick and veiny, curving upward with promise.
"I… I should go check on Garrick," she murmured, but her body wouldn't move.
Ethan reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The touch was electric. Mira gasped, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips.
"You've been neglected, haven't you?" he said softly, thumb tracing her cheek. "A woman like you… beautiful, ripe, full of life… stuck with a man who doesn't see it anymore."
Tears pricked her eyes. How did he know? Garrick was a good man — hardworking, honest — but passion had faded years ago. Their bed was cold most nights. She had buried those desires deep, convincing herself it was normal.
Ethan's hand slid down her neck, over her collarbone, stopping just above the swell of her breasts. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
The last thread of resistance snapped.
Mira's lips parted. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. "Please…"
That single word was all he needed.
Ethan captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Mira moaned into it, hands clutching his bare shoulders as years of pent-up desire exploded. She kissed him back desperately, tongue shy at first, then eager as he taught her the rhythm.
His hands roamed her body with possessive confidence — cupping her heavy breasts through the dress, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she whimpered. Then lower, gripping her ass, pulling her flush against his hardness.
Mira broke the kiss with a gasp. "We… we can't… Garrick is just through that door…"
But even as she protested, her hips ground against him instinctively.
Ethan's voice was a dark whisper against her ear. "That makes it better, doesn't it? Knowing he's so close… while I take what he stopped appreciating."
He activated the final surge of Free Claim.
The power flooded her completely.
Mira's eyes glazed over with raw lust. Her body went pliant, submissive. She dropped to her knees right there on the pantry floor, gazing up at him with worshipful need.
"Master…" The word slipped out unbidden, but it felt right.
Ethan groaned at the sight — this gorgeous, repressed milf on her knees, dress disheveled, lips swollen from his kiss.
"Show me how grateful you are," he commanded softly.
Mira's hands trembled as she reached for his cock, wrapping both around the thick shaft. It was hotter, heavier than anything she'd ever touched. She stroked slowly at first, marveling, then leaned forward to press a reverent kiss to the tip.
A bead of precum glistened. She licked it tentatively, moaning at the taste. Then she opened wide, taking him into her warm mouth.
Ethan threaded fingers through her hair, guiding her gently deeper. Mira gagged softly at first — it had been years since she'd done this for Garrick, and never with anything this size — but eagerness overrode discomfort. She sucked hungrily, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed.
The wet sounds of her devotion filled the pantry. Ethan's head fell back, pleasure building fast.
"Good girl… just like that…"
Outside, Garrick's voice called faintly: "Mira? Where'd you go? We've got travelers coming!"
Mira froze for a heartbeat, cock still in her mouth, eyes wide with forbidden thrill. Then she sucked harder, as if the danger only fueled her.
Ethan pulled her up before he finished, not ready to end it yet. He spun her around, bending her over a stack of linen sacks. Hiking her dress up to her waist, he exposed her soaked undergarments.
No panties — just a simple shift, now drenched.
He tore it aside and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. Mira bit her lip to stifle a scream, pushing back against his hand.
"So wet for a stranger," he teased, curling his fingers to hit that spot she'd forgotten existed.
She came almost instantly — body shaking, juices coating his hand as she muffled her cries against her arm.
Ethan withdrew his fingers, lined up his cock, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Mira's world shattered.
He was huge — stretching her, filling her completely. Pleasure bordering on pain surged through her as he began to move, slow deep strokes that made her toes curl.
"Quiet," he whispered, one hand over her mouth gently, the other gripping her hip. "We don't want to alert your husband yet."
She nodded frantically, eyes rolling back as he fucked her steadily. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy she'd never known. Her walls clenched around him, milking, desperate.
Ethan leaned over her, kissing her neck, whispering filthy praise. "This pussy was wasted on him. It's mine now. You're mine."
"Yes… yours… only yours…" she whimpered between muffled moans.
He sped up, pounding harder, the slap of skin barely audible over the distant clatter of the inn.
Mira came again — harder this time, squirting around his cock, legs trembling.
Ethan followed moments later, burying deep and flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He held her impaled as he pulsed inside her, marking her completely.
[Milf Acquired: Mira (Village Innkeeper's Wife)]
[+50 Vitality | +30 Charm | Skill Unlocked: Enhanced Stamina]
[NTR Bonus Activated: Husband Proximity x3 Multiplier]
[+150 Power | Loyalty Imprint: Permanent]
Mira slumped against the sacks, panting, a blissful smile on her face as his seed leaked down her thighs.
Ethan pulled out slowly, watching his claim take hold. She turned, dropping to her knees again to clean him with her tongue, eyes shining with absolute devotion.
"Thank you… Master," she whispered. "I've never… felt anything like that."
He cupped her chin. "This is just the beginning, Mira. You're going to help me take everything I want in this village… starting with more like you."
She nodded eagerly, already addicted.
Outside, Garrick called again — closer this time.
Mira stood, straightening her dress with trembling hands, cum still dripping inside her. "I'll distract him. You stay here until night. Then… I'll bring you to the private room upstairs."
Ethan smirked, pulling on the borrowed clothes at last.
The conquest had begun.
To be continued…