The room was soaked in moonlight—soft silver casting long shadows over stone walls and velvet curtains. The house was warm, filled with the faint scent of lavender and remnants of raw magic. But all I could focus on was her.
Synthia.
Her red hair stuck around her back as she lay on the bed facing me. Her eyes slightly averted she adjusted the robe that had slipped halfway down her shoulders.
Did I mention she carried me here while I was knocked out? Like I was a princess?
(No, Host. You didn’t. And maybe now’s not the time for sarcasm. There’s a half-naked woman in front of you, and why are you still talking to a system? ╥﹏╥ )
"Not now," I muttered mentally. "You’re on standby."
(Hmph.)
I gently removed her robe and there it away. Underneath, she wore only a white bra and matching panties—simple, but the way they clung to her made it feel like sin. The moonlight clung to her skin, tracing the soft outlines of her curves. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, made my breath hitch.
"I can feel your eyes," she said without looking at me.
"You should feel more than that."
She glanced back, eyes shimmering. "Is that a threat?"
"No." I leaned closer, slowly closing the distance. "It’s a promise."
Her lips parted, breath catching as my hand brushed her waist, then trailed up her back. She shivered, but didn’t pull away.
I kissed her. Deep and slow. She tasted so sweet, her mouth warm and eager. My fingers fumbled behind her for just a moment before I reached up and unhooked her bra with one practiced movement. It fell away, and she gasped as her bare chest pressed into mine.
"You really are dangerous," she whispered against my lips, a breathy confession. "You play too much."
I pulled her closer. "Then why are you still here?"
She leaned into me, forehead to mine. "Because I want to be."
That was all I needed.
I kissed her again—this time hungrier, more desperate. Her fingers dug into my hair as her hips shifted, pressing against me, grinding slowly, teasingly.
"I hate how good you are at this," she breathed.
(Hah. And she has no idea it’s all thanks to me—Pixia. Do I even get a thank-you?)
Mute, I snapped mentally.
(What—HEY!)
Silence.
Finally.
I lowered her onto the bed, fingers grazing her skin as I slid her robe off completely. Her body was warm, trembling slightly under my touch.
"I’ve had a child," she said suddenly, almost defensively. "My body’s not exactly—"
"You’re perfect." My voice was firm, absolute. "Don’t say that again."
I kissed her again—softer now, reverent. My hands traced her curves slowly, memorizing every inch of her. Her stomach, her thighs, the way her body tensed under my palms.
When I reached her neck, I didn’t hold back. I sucked, kissed, and marked her—one hickey after another—until she moaned, squirming beneath me.
"Ahhn~ Ravin... not so hard..."
Her voice only made me hungrier.
I moved down to her collarbone marking it with the same passion before going lower, capturing her right nipple between my lips while my hand massaged the other. She let out a soft cry, arching into me, her breath ragged.
"R-Ravin... mmnh~"
I bit gently, then rolled my tongue over the sensitive bud, switching sides as I squeezed and caressed her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate.
"You’re... not going slow at all," she panted.
"You want me to stop?" I teased, voice low, hot against her skin.
She grabbed my hair and yanked me back to her chest. "Don’t you dare."
I chuckled and obeyed.
I took my time, playing with her breasts until she was gasping, eyes glazed. Then I moved lower—kissing her belly, licking her belly button, savoring every part of her.
Finally, I spread her thighs.
Her panties were soaked, clinging to her. Her arousal was already trickling down her inner thighs. I slid them off slowly and paused to admire her.
Beautiful. Wet. Glowing.
I kissed the inside of her thighs. One, then the other. She whimpered, her body trembling.
"W-Wait... I haven’t..."
"I know," I said, gently, looking into her eyes. "I’ll be gentle."
I began with slow, teasing licks—running my tongue along her folds without diving in. She gasped, hips twitching.
Then I went deeper.
Her back arched. Her thighs clamped around my head.
"R-Ravin! Gods—yes—"
Her hands gripped the sheets, her voice breaking into cries as I licked her thoroughly, carefully, relentlessly. I tasted every inch of her, her sweet slickness which tasted like lychee, driving me wild. Her moans became music. My name on her lips, a mantra.
And when I finally sucked her clit—firm, slow, deliberate—she screamed.
She came, shaking violently, her thighs locked around me, back arching as she sobbed my name through clenched teeth. I didn’t stop. I made her ride it out until her body went limp beneath me.
When I climbed back up and kissed her, she was flushed and panting.
"You’re actually evil," she whispered, breathless.
"You taste amazing," I murmured.
She didn’t speak—she just rolled me over, straddling me with a glare that made my blood burn. She took of my underwear and immediately my fully erect cock popped out.
It was 9 inches long and 0.70 inches thick with veins visible. It was throbbing and twitching with need with precum leaking out the tip.
Synthia gasped and asked in a daze while touching it almost reverently.
"It’s big, will it even fit?"
Hearing it my ego got another boost. Who wouldn’t like this from their partner?
"It will fit, trust me. You will feel great."
I said gently as I gave her a peck on her lips. She looked a bit dazed at first but immediately her expression turned serious.
I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, guiding my tip to her soaked entrance. I watched her expression twist in pleasure and ache as she sank down onto me—slow, tight, overwhelming.
"F-Fuck," I groaned.
Her pussy engulfed me, squeezing every inch as she adjusted. She rocked her hips, slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made her gasp and moan with every bounce.
I held her hips, letting her ride me, watching her breasts sway, her eyes fluttering shut.
"You look like a goddess." I said through gritted teeth.
"And you," she said, voice breaking as she slammed down harder, "are mine."
I lost control.
I flipped her, pushing her into the mattress and pounding into her with relentless force.
"R-Ravin—g-gods—!"
Her legs wrapped around me tightly. She was soaked, convulsing, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.
Her third orgasm hit her like a wave. She cried out—raw, breathless, wrecked.
"C-Cum inside," she begged. "Please. I want it—I want all of you."
I groaned, slamming in one last time before releasing deep inside her, spilling every drop.
We collapsed into each other—sweaty, trembling, utterly spent.
Our hearts beat in sync.
"...I think you broke me," she whispered with a tired smile.
"You started it," I replied, brushing hair from her face.
She slapped my chest weakly. "Next time, I’m not letting you win."
"You think you lost?" I raised an eyebrow. "You screamed like five times."
"And I’ll scream five more. Can you handle me?"
That night, we didn’t stop.
Not until she was passed out, limbs tangled with mine, a dazed smile on her lips. I could still go on as I had infinite stamina but i didn’t and just enjoyed being by her side as she slept with a peaceful expression.
Pixia, bless her non-existent circuits, stayed quiet the whole time.
Mostly.
(I still think I should’ve been in control of the tempo. Just saying.)
"..."
(A/N: This is my first time writing a sex scene in a novel. Do tell me about my mistakes and tell me if you want another Chapter like this or not?)