I woke up to an empty bed, which was a damn shame.
I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a deep, satisfying ache in my lower back and thighs. Memories of last night flooded my mind—Eleanor's flushed face, the way her nails had dug into my shoulders, and how incredibly tight and wet her pussy had been as she milked every last drop of my cum.
For a woman who had been told her whole life she was barren and broken, she had taken to pleasure like a starving woman to a feast. I had fucked her until we were both a sweaty, exhausted mess, and I already wanted to do it again.
But as I sat up and my bare feet hit the freezing stone floor of the bedroom, reality set in.
Fuck, it's cold.
I grabbed a thick wool tunic and pulled it over my head, shivering. The Valerius estate was technically a castle, but it felt more like a glorified cave. The fireplaces were inefficient, the windows leaked icy drafts, and there was no running water. The original Victor had just accepted this miserable standard of living.
But I had memories of a modern world. I knew how to draft blueprints, how to manage thermal dynamics, and how to build infrastructure. There was absolutely no way I was going to live the rest of my life freezing my ass off, and I certainly wasn't going to let my beautiful wife suffer in the cold either.
If I wanted Eleanor to keep wearing those sheer, comfortable slips—or nothing at all—I needed to fix this estate's heating.
I walked over to the crude wooden desk in the corner of the room, found a piece of charcoal and some rough parchment, and started sketching.
Project One: A proper bathhouse. Not a wooden tub filled with lukewarm water carried by exhausted servants. I was going to build a hypocaust—an underfloor heating system—connected to a centralized wood-fired boiler. It was a simple Roman-era design that any modern architect or engineer could build with basic masonry and copper pipes.
I smiled to myself as I drew the layout. Sure, improving the territory's hygiene and morale was a great goal. But my primary motivation was entirely selfish. The thought of Eleanor, her heavy breasts slick with scented oils, her silver hair pinned up, waiting for me in a steamy, private hot spring...
My dick twitched against my trousers just thinking about it. Yeah. The bathhouse was priority number one.
I finished the rough draft, rolled up the parchment, and stepped out into the hallway to find the head carpenter. But as I passed by Eleanor's chambers, I heard a loud thump, followed by a frantic shriek.
"Unhand me, Madam! I must avenge your honor!"
"Beatrice, no! Put the knife down! He didn't hurt me!"
I froze. That was Eleanor's voice, and she sounded terrified.
Without thinking, I kicked the heavy oak door open, fully prepared to fight off an assassin. "Eleanor! Are you—"
The words died in my throat.
The sight before me completely short-circuited my brain. In the center of the massive, rumpled bed were two women. Completely naked.
Eleanor was straddling her maid, Beatrice, pinning the other woman's wrists to the mattress. A wicked-looking dagger lay discarded on the floor near the foot of the bed.
Eleanor's voluptuous, pale curves were pressed flush against Beatrice's lean, athletic body. Her heavy breasts heaved with exertion, the pink nipples flushed from the struggle. Beatrice, whose red hair had come completely undone, was glaring up at the ceiling with the intense fury of a cornered wildcat.
I stood in the doorway, my eyes slowly dragging over the intertwined limbs, the bare asses, and the soft, exposed skin.
"I..." I swallowed hard, instantly getting an erection that strained uncomfortably against my trousers. "I feel like I interrupted something."
Eleanor's head whipped around. When she saw me standing there, her entire body turned the color of a ripe tomato.
"Victor!" she shrieked, scrambling off Beatrice and desperately grabbing a thick fur blanket to cover herself. "It's not what it looks like!"
Beatrice sat up instantly. She didn't bother covering her nakedness. Instead, she fixed me with a glare so cold it could have frozen hell over.
"You bastard," Beatrice hissed, her hands balling into fists. "What vile, unnatural tortures did you inflict upon the Madam last night? She confessed to me! She said you put your mouth on her... her lower parts like a feral beast!"
Oh.
I looked at Eleanor, who was hiding her face behind the fur blanket, trembling with sheer embarrassment. Then I looked at Beatrice, whose firm little breasts were rising and falling with murderous indignation.
In a world without foreplay or sexual pleasure, going down on a woman probably sounded like some kind of dark, demonic ritual.
I couldn't help it. I started laughing.
"It wasn't torture, Beatrice," I said, leaning against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. I kept my eyes locked on the maid's furious gaze, though it took immense willpower not to stare at her naked body. "It's called eating pussy. And unless I'm mistaken, Eleanor seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."
"Enjoy it?!" Beatrice sputtered, completely thrown off by my casual attitude. "It is an excretion hole! It is a place of filth! You degraded her!"
"It's a place of immense pleasure if you know what you're doing," I corrected calmly. "Eleanor climaxed so hard her legs were shaking. Isn't that right, darling?"
Eleanor let out a muffled squeal from beneath the blanket.
Beatrice looked from me, to the trembling lump of fur that was her mistress, and back to me. The murderous rage in her eyes slowly gave way to profound confusion.
"I do not understand," Beatrice murmured, her brow furrowing.
"I know you don't," I said, taking a step into the room and shutting the door behind me. I let my eyes slowly, deliberately trail down Beatrice's slender neck, over her firm breasts, to the tight V of her thighs. "The men in this world are arrogant idiots who don't know how to treat a woman's body. But I do."
Beatrice shivered slightly under my gaze. She tried to maintain her fierce composure, but I saw the subtle goosebumps rise on her pale skin.
"If you don't believe me," I said softly, my voice dropping an octave, "you're welcome to stay in this room tonight and watch. Or, if you're brave enough, you can find out for yourself."