The Day of Mary's Wedding
Today was the day of Mary's wedding.
Fortunately, the rain that had been pouring down for ages finally stopped, and a clear blue sky stretched overhead. The training grounds, which I'd walked out to for a moment, were devoid of any sign of the knights — only natural, since even they would be busy as guests for the day.
The ceremony is at two in the afternoon...
Thinking of the generous time I still had left, I resolved to devote myself to training.
How much growth is left in this body that broke through its limits?
[ If expressed numerically, progress is at 88%. 12% remains. ]
When I'd passed through the Altair Dukedom Territory to settle matters there, the bandits' blades had been unable to cut into my body, glancing off as if striking solid stone. I'd assumed then that my physical level was already approaching that of an Aura Master — and it seemed the end was indeed near.
At this rate, I could wrap things up within the year as predicted, and then perform an Initialization on my word list. Conveniently enough, a year would fall just before my coming-of-age ceremony, so the timing couldn't have been better. My personal funds were already well stocked, and at the Academy I would scout for the talent I wanted while aiming for early graduation. And once I graduated and took up rule of the Altair Dukedom, I would found a religion and begin sketching out the scenario I truly desired.
"You've worked hard, haven't you?"
Lost in the flow of training, I finally noticed my breath running short and checked the time — barely an hour to spare before two. I was just turning to leave for Mary's wedding when I found Lapis standing there, greeting me in her soft, gentle voice.
She couldn't have arrived just now; it seemed she'd been waiting here all along.
"How long have you been here?"
"Not very long."
I lifted a towel to wipe the sweat streaming down my forehead — and then noticed the beads of sweat glistening on her cheeks and collarbone, and instead reached my hand out toward her first. The day was hot enough as it was. Just how long had she been waiting here? Whenever I trained, I imbued the words Clarity and Focus with the power of the Kotodama, so I hadn't sensed her presence at all.
"...What are you doing?"
It really was nothing. But as I wiped away the sweat-dampened nape of her neck, that line of pale white throat revealed beneath my hand felt inexplicably, unbearably lovely. I found myself understanding why Bathory always sank her fangs into the throat when she fed.
"Ah..."
Perhaps aware of my unwavering gaze, Lapis read the mood and tilted her head shyly to the side. Then, carefully gathering her hair with one hand, she swept it up and bared her white nape in a gesture that could only be called enticing.
"I-It's... all right."
It would have been better for both of us if she'd shown any sign of refusal. But she'd given permission, and now I found myself utterly unable to pull away. I'd always assumed Lapis would be more conservative about this sort of thing than I gave her credit for — apparently not. Then again, she was my only fiancée, so she had no reason to feel jealous and push herself into something like this without cause.
A flinch ran through her.
When I slowly bowed my head and pressed my face into the nape of her neck, her trembling was plainly, adorably perceptible. Her skin flushed a deep red from sheer nerves, and it looked for all the world like a perfectly ripened apple — my mouth opened on instinct, and I took a full bite.
"Ah...!"
Lapis wrapped both arms tight around my back, shivering, and let out a sweet little moan. I'd expected the sweat on her skin to lend it a faint saltiness, but surprisingly it didn't. Her skin was soft and delicate, carrying a subtle trace of flowers. Her teeth were fully grown by now — surely past any urge to teethe — and yet like an infant biting down on anything within reach to soothe the ache of new teeth, I gnawed gently at her nape, unable to resist the itch.
Click.
Then, at some point — Lapis, who had been pressed back against the entrance of the training grounds, cautiously stroked my back with one hand while using the other to bolt the door shut.
"..."
"..."
The quiet announcement that we were now in a sealed room left even me a little unsure what to make of it, and Lapis said nothing either, so a long silence hovered between us—
Swipe.
Then her hand slid down, and when the back of her fingers came to rest lightly on my groin, I flinched hard. And she didn't stop there. Like someone hesitating at the mouth of a dark cave, her slender hand lingered, wavering for a long moment — before finally burrowing fully into my trousers.
Thump.
"Hyuh...!"
As if she'd come face to face with a creature she'd never seen before — her breath caught somewhere between curiosity and fear of the unknown — Lapis gasped out a stifled moan and reflexively tried to pull her hand back. But after luring me this far, retreating now seemed a bridge too far—
Grab!
I hastily caught her wrist and forced her hand to stay where it was, buried inside my trousers. Her white hand trembled violently as I slowly, slowly pressed my erect length against her palm.
"Nnh..."
Merely having myself wrapped in her hand — why did a shuddering pleasure come rushing up along my spine like this? Breathing hot, pent-up air against her pale nape, I panted like a beast at her utterly hopeless technique.
Squelch.
As the fluid beading at the tip grew more plentiful, every movement of her hand drew a lewd, wet sound that rippled quietly through the training grounds. Lapis, her ears flushed crimson, moving her hand with what focus she could muster — the sight was unbearably endearing. I nibbled softly at her earlobe, then gripped the waistband of my trousers and dragged them fully down.
"Ah..."
Realizing what she had been holding this whole time — the shape of it now bared before her eyes — Lapis shuddered, and her grip on me slackened. Then, as if to breathe in the raw, male scent that mingled with the smell of sweat and rose starkly from my skin, her nose gave a small twitch.
"Ah...!"
At that lewdness mixed in with all her innocence, I swallowed hard, caught the hem of her skirt, and drew it smoothly up her thighs. Startled, she hurriedly pressed her knees together and tried to push at my chest — but I pinned her fully against the wall and brought my hardened length against her sex. Then, nudging the offending cloth of her panties aside, I pressed the tip firmly against the plump, hairless folds of her vulva.
"Ah — not yet...!"
She squirmed, alarmed that I meant to enter her, but I subdued that adorable resistance with ease and did nothing more than move my hips in slow, grinding strokes. Perhaps realizing only belatedly that I had no intention of penetrating her, Lapis offered no further resistance — but she had clearly never anticipated even this much, and she covered her face with both hands, shivering uncontrollably at sensations she was feeling for the first time in her life.
Squish!
Every time my length slid between her thighs and the heat of her mound, her slick arousal coated me like glistening oil. If at first the training grounds had been filled with nothing but the scent of a male, now the vivid scent of a female mingled into it, scattering the heady perfume of an illicit union.
Grip.
"Anh...!"
But the best feeling of all, without question, was pressing my tip subtly against her mound and feeling that plump flesh clamp around me in tight little pulses, as if stealing kisses. And every time it happened, the moan that escaped her reflexively was so obscenely sweet. Lapis herself seemed at a loss each time one slipped out of her, her face half-wet with tears as she sank into the pleasure, doing nothing but clinging tight around my neck.
Squelch!
At last, feeling the pulsing pressure of release swell unmistakably within me, I drew one of Lapis's hands down and made her grasp my length. Then, with my own hand folded over hers, I pressed my tip against her mound again and again — like trampling flower petals — and spilled myself right there.
"Ah..."
Startled, Lapis tried to jerk her hips back, but I followed her and painted her mound thoroughly with the messy white. The sight of that untouched sex — knowing no man but me — being stained in my color was a spectacle of pure obscenity. And above all, the image of her pristine white underclothes smeared with my seed, dripping down her thighs, satisfied my desire to conquer more completely than anything else could.
Hahh...
At length, letting out a slow, soundless breath, I carefully pressed my tip against her mound once more to gather up the release I hadn't finished spending—
"Hih! Nngh...!"
Lapis's slender fingers clenched tight, her body shuddering in intermittent waves — and a thin, watery arousal spilled from her like urine. Perhaps the pressure of my tip against her adorable, swollen bud had pushed her into a faint first climax.
Throb.
Drip.
Flustered by her first-ever release — and embarrassed by it — Lapis had no idea where to put her eyes, her lewdly unfocused gaze darting this way and that. So I opened my arms to her, her white legs trembling like a newborn calf, and pulled her close.
Showing each other, without concealment, the most obscene and shameless sight we were capable of — meeting each other's eyes, sharing our body heat — why did this moment grant such a profound sense of intimacy?
"Mmm..."
I'd thought we were already close enough, but after bare skin had pressed against bare skin, that distance had undeniably narrowed further still. So this was what they meant by the fearfulness of a love spell laid in the heat of the moment.
And so, gently caressing Lapis's cheek as she quietly caught her breath, I savored the lingering warmth of our union in silence.