“Sure. Can you tell me what your gift is now?”
“…” She paused her pouting as she slowly looked up into my eyes bashfully, with rosy red cheeks.
“My first time…” ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
I stood frozen for a moment. I couldn’t believe the words that came out of her pink lips. Ayame is the girl I’ve been fervently trying to topple since day 2 of my transmigration. I still vividly remember when I was just fucking around, going to the slave district just for fun, since I knew I had no funds to buy anyone besides useless old cripples.
Yet, as luck would have it, or perhaps fate if we want to be a bit more dramatic, this lovely woman had a unique contract that allowed her to refuse wannabe buyers, lowering her price drastically in the process.
I’ll never forget the day when her heavenly oriental frame appeared in front of my eyes, with her wearing ugly rags and having no legwear at all due to the slave house’s hate for her. She was by far the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen up to that point in time – even now only matched by my other girls – so much so that if she were to appear on Earth she would have a mythical status as the owner of the objectively ‘perfect female form’.
And today, I’ll be claiming this wonderful woman as mine. Not how a master claims a slave, but how a man claims a woman.
“Say something…” Ayame whispered nervously.
It seems that my silence lasted too long. “Girls, can you give us the room?” In my opinion, a woman’s first time should be perfect, and that includes us being in private where she can be herself. That way, no shame will come back to haunt her if something embarrassing were to happen, like accidentally wetting herself.
“N-no, they can stay. It makes me less anxious like that.” My oriental beauty shook her head.
Well, that was more than enough for me. I also didn’t feel good about sending them away, but thought she deserved it.
I lifted my hands from her butt and quipped both of her rosy cheeks in my hands, and after staring into her mesmerizing eyes for a good few seconds I leaned in for a loving kiss.
I could feel her strong apprehension melt away with each moment our tongues remained interlocked in her damp mouth. It didn’t take long for me to know that she was ready, thus I lifted Ayame into my arms and carried the slightly dazed woman to the bed where I gently laid her on her back.
The three observers knew that I wanted to make this moment solely be about my samurai alone, so they diligently faded into the background as they kneeled on the bed alongside Ayame’s length next to each other while observing the ongoings with curious eyes and bated breaths.
I gently began stroking her bathrobe, and her alluring body beneath it. The way she looked up into my eyes so shyly, so adorably, made me as excited as ever.
The event I had been waiting for since day 2 was finally happening.
I parted the hems of her robe after untying the sash holding it together, revealing her heavenly body. “Stop staring…” She murmured after I spent who knows how long simply observing her from head to toe.
Once I felt fulfilled with observing the masterwork of a female form she presented, I leaned in and began placing kisses all over her body. “Ah!” She let a minute moan escape her lips, after which she reached her hands out to my head and grabbed onto my hair.
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I started at her forehead, then moved on to her two cheeks. I made sure not to leave even her nose and chin out. I was going for the full-course meal over here, ready to taste everything.
I deliberately left her lips out, though, since it was not about us kissing but me devouring every inch of her body. Next came her ears, followed by her soft neck and shoulder blades where I not only kissed her but even left small, possessive hickeys, marking her as mine. “Kya!” She yelped cutely when she felt my first nibble on her smooth skin.
A good minute later, I moved to the side instead of down as I gave a few loving kisses to her petite shoulders, after which came her arms – biceps, knuckles, hands, palms, even fingers.
I felt her chest begin heaving up and down more and more fervently due to my ministrations. “Ah… Quin… I feel strange…” She whispered in between her gasps for air.
I didn’t mount an answer, for my lips were preoccupied with suckling on her two delicate breasts. I quipped them in my hands, squeezing them in my palms as if I was trying to milk them, and then began laying fervent kisses on her pink nipples. After each kiss, I switched which breast received the next, resulting in my head rapidly swinging from left to right constantly, and her sensitive moaning reaching new heights.
I could feel her heartbeat beginning to quicken, and couldn’t help but notice that one of her hands had left my head and traveled down to her twitching lady-flower.
Nope. “You’re forbidden from pleasuring yourself, my Ayame.” I decreed as I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. Unlike the girls, I was strong enough to hold her in place even she resisted, though she was a good girl who exerted no effort to free herself.
“Huh?” Ayame asked with surprise. She wasn’t allowed to rub it? Why? But it felt so good… It was an instinctual motion on her part.
“You’re going to orgasm just from me licking and kissing your body.” I revealed my plan, eliciting a strong yelp to escape her lips.
“That’s cruel…! I feel so strange…! I feel like I must massage myself there…” She protested, but I gave her no further attention.
Seeing her arms above her head reminded me that I had missed out on a crucial part of her body. What a horrible blunder. I eagerly dove in to correct my mistake as I began tasting her delicious armpits. “Hey! That’s not something you should lick… Though I did wash them carefully just now, so…”
The more I got into tasting her alluring pits, the more she began squirming underneath me. Since her hands were firmly pinned, Ayame smartly devised a new plan to pleasure her fertile kitten in the form of squeezing her thighs together and moving them against each other in a scissor-like motion, rubbing her rapidly flooding flower.