Titania didn’t push back against my kiss; instead, she pulled me in even closer. Our bodies were so close that it felt like we might meld into one another, becoming inseparable.
Her fingers dug into my flesh, urging me to press tighter against her. My hand slid beneath her clothes, running from her belly to her chest, slipping under her bra to touch her breasts directly. But Titania didn’t stop me; in fact, she seemed to want me to go further. And I did. I wanted to push past this boundary, and it seemed she did too.
After what felt like an eternity of kissing, we finally parted our lips. A thin strand of saliva still connected us before snapping between us. We gazed into each other’s eyes, locked in a mesmerizing trance, as if we were being drawn into a vortex of desire. Without hesitation, our lips met once more.
“Ahh… Leon…”
I nibbled on her neck, leaving a mark, while she began unbuttoning my shirt, releasing each button one by one until it hung open.
I leaned back and stripped off my clothes, revealing my body to Titania.
She blushed as she looked at me, covering her face with her hands but peeking through the gaps between her fingers.
“G-Goodness, Leon… You don’t look that ripped when you’re wearing clothes…” she said.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stop me?” I asked her, knowing that once we crossed this line, there was no turning back. Our relationship would enter a new phase.
“I…” she hesitated before finally speaking up. “I want this, Leon. I don’t want to be left behind like those other women. I want to experience what you do with them. Make love to me.”
I kissed her repeatedly, trailing my tongue down her neck and along her collarbone as I slowly removed her clothes. She lifted herself to help, allowing me to strip her down until she was only in her underwear—a stunning pair of black lingerie that seemed almost too perfect for the occasion. It was as if she had been anticipating this moment all along.
“Um, try not to stare too much,” she cautioned.
“I’m sorry, but you’re just… stunning,” I confessed. And it was true. She was incredibly beautiful. Her skin was smooth and milky white, her untied hair cascading around her in a captivating manner. Despite her toned physique from sword training, she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were ample, but it wasn’t just about being sexy—it was more like a regal elegance that defined her. If a single word could capture her essence, it would be majestic.
She blushed at my words, and I heard her gulp before she spoke up. “It’s your turn now.”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure what she meant, but then it clicked. She wanted me to take off my pants too. I began to stand up to do it myself, but she stopped me.
“Let me do it myself,” she insisted.
With determination in her eyes, I acquiesced and let her take charge. She placed her hands on either side of my pants, slowly pulling them down until my dick was finally freed.
“W-Woah!” she exclaimed as my dick sprang out in front of her eyes.
My dick cast a shadow over her face as she looked up at it, a mix of awe and a hint of terror in her eyes.
“I-Is this what’s going to go inside me?” she asked nervously.
“Are you scared?” I inquired.
“A l-little,” she admitted.
It was understandable that she’d feel scared. This was Titania’s first time seeing it, after all, and that meant it would be her first experience with it too. And even by abnormal standards, mine was exceptionally large. Many women had trembled at the sight of it before.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her once more.
I didn’t want to leave her scarred. Titania believed she was falling behind the other women in my harem, but that wasn’t the case. She was my girlfriend, cherished and adored. Yet, despite my reassurances, she yearned for a deeper connection. She sought to cement our bond, to be more than just a girlfriend in name. She wanted to feel the intimacy we shared, to join the ranks of those who had felt my touch.
But emotions, they could be a double-edged sword. They could drive you to heights of ecstasy or plunge you into depths of despair. I couldn’t bear the thought of Titania being consumed by doubt and insecurity. I couldn’t bear the thought of her experiencing the same pain I had once endured.
So, I treaded carefully, mindful of her fragile heart. I wanted to fulfill her desires without causing her harm, to bridge the gap between us without leaving scars. For Titania, I would do anything.
Against my expectations, Titania gazed at me with unwavering resolve.
“I’m sure,” she affirmed. “I want to be one with you tonight, Leon.”
Her determination struck me deeply. If she truly desired this, then I knew my course of action.
“Titania…” I whispered, drawing her close for another kiss. This wasn’t the usual passionate, carnal exchange I shared with my partners or submissives. No, this kiss held a different kind of intensity—it was tender, affectionate.
As our lips met, I allowed my hands to explore her body, slipping under her bra to cup her breasts. The sensation of her nipples hardening beneath my touch sent a shiver down my spine, a clear indication of her arousal.
“Nnnn…”
I was certain that moan wasn’t born of pleasure, but rather embarrassment. Titania was flushed with embarrassment, but I pressed on undeterred. My hands continued to explore her breasts, tracing the curves with gentle caresses. After a moment, I trailed my hands down her belly, reaching for the waistband of her sexy underwear. With deliberate slowness, I peeled it down, allowing it to slip off one foot and dangle at her ankle.
Releasing her from our kiss, I was met with a surprisingly cute expression on her face, one I hadn’t seen before.
Enthralled by her adorableness, I positioned my dick at her entrance.
But then…
“Titania?”
She suddenly closed her eyes, and then blood trickled from her nose.
“T-Titania?” I called out once more, but she remained unconscious.
Grabbing a nearby towel, I gently wiped the blood from her nose before dressing her in sleeping clothes. Carefully, I laid her down on the bed, watching over her as she rested.
“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard. You know it’s too much for you,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair with a soft smile.
Titania had lost consciousness, unable to handle the intensity of the moment, her nose bleeding as a result. I wasn’t sure if it was too much for her or if she simply felt overwhelmed by me. Regardless, I decided to let her rest for now. We could try again when she was ready.
However, I had another problem to deal with—my persistent erection. I couldn’t bring myself to take advantage of Titania’s vulnerability, so I excused myself to the bathroom to take care of it myself. As I pleasured myself, I couldn’t help but think of her.
After releasing my tension, I took a quick shower and got dressed.
However, instead of exiting through the door, I chose to slip out of the bathroom window. I sensed someone lurking on the other side of that door, radiating an intense bloodlust that would suffocate any ordinary human. Sensing the danger, I climbed up to the rooftop, where I realized it wasn’t just one person waiting for me—it was multiple.
As I scanned my surroundings, I felt a sudden threat at the back of my neck. Instinctively, I ducked just in time to avoid being hit, though a few strands of my hair were sliced off. Seizing the moment, I tumbled away from my assailant, but soon found myself dodging projectiles aimed at me. With quick thinking, I focused my mana to create a blade and deftly sliced through the incoming attacks.
But then, the assailant who had just attacked me with a blade dashed towards me as I deflected the incoming projectiles. I quickly conjured another mana blade in my free hand to block the attacker’s advance from behind while still fending off the projectiles.
With a powerful swing, the attacker unleashed a massive impact that I countered with a swing of my own. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves of wind rippling outwards, enveloping us both in its force. As the dust settled, we stood facing each other.
It was then that I finally got a clear look at my adversary—a blonde man with piercing blue eyes, clad in what appeared to be royal knight’s armor. However, this wasn’t the typical armor of Milham’s royal knights, which gleamed with silver, gold, and black. Instead, this armor bore hues of blue, silver, and gold—distinctive of the Bethlan Kingdom. It dawned on me that this man was a royal knight of Bethlan.
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarled, my voice laced with anger.
The man’s eyes narrowed, a feral growl escaping his lips. “By the verdict of the royal knights protecting the Princess,” he declared in a voice heavy with authority, “you are to be executed for violating our sacred laws. It is decreed that no one shall dare lay a hand on the Princess in any sexual manner. Leon, without a last name, you stand condemned to death!”
