Arthur remained rooted to the spot, his black eyes fixed on the scene inside the warm, dimly lit room. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest rising and falling as an intense surge of heat rushed through his veins.
Inside, Martha’s soft moans grew slightly louder, her back arching gently off the mattress. But as her hand moved, her eyes drifted toward the doorway. Through the narrow gap in the wood, her soft blue eyes locked straight onto Arthur’s gaze.
Her breath caught. Her hands froze instantly, and a bright, crimson blush flushed across her cheeks, spreading all the way down her neck.
For a second, the room plunged into an agonizingly tense, electric silence.
Martha’s lower lip trembled as she hurriedly tried to pull down her linen dress, her hands shaking slightly. Her voice was a breathless, deeply embarrassed whisper. "A-Arthur... I... I didn't realize you were awake..."
Instead of looking away or stepping back, Arthur opened the door wider and stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind him.
His posture was calm, but his eyes burned with a clear, undeniable intensity. He walked over to the edge of the bed, his tall, lean, muscular frame towering over her in the soft candlelight.
"Arthur... wait," Martha stammered, clutching the sheets tightly against her chest. She pulled back slightly, her eyes full of hesitation. "You shouldn't be in here. I'm... I'm so much older than you, and Robin is just downstairs in the next room. This... this isn't right for a young man like you..."
"Martha," Arthur said softly, his voice low, steady, and full of conviction.
Arthur stepped right up to the side of the bed and sat down beside her, narrowing the distance between them. He reached out, his warm, strong hands gently taking her trembling wrists and pulling them away from her chest, holding her gaze with absolute confidence.
"Don't worry about any of that," Arthur insisted, his eyes fixed on hers. "You've been carrying everything on your own for so long. I want you, Martha. And I'm not going anywhere."
Martha searched his face, looking for any sign of uncertainty, but found only raw desire and firm resolve. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. The barrier of age and hesitation she tried to hold up completely crumbled under his insistence.
She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her hands relaxing in his grip before reaching up to wrap around Arthur’s neck, pulling his lips down to hers.
Their lips met in a hot, breathless kiss.
Arthur leaned over her, pressing his body against hers as his arms gathered her close. His hands moved along the soft linen of her outfit, sliding the dress up over her wide, voluptuous hips and exposing her pale, smooth brests . Martha gasped against his mouth, her fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as his hands cupped her full, heavy curves.
He shed his shirt, pressing his bare, muscular chest against her soft breasts. Martha's hands roamed over his shoulders, admiring the youthful strength and heat radiating from him.
Guiding him with a trembling breath, Martha parted her thighs, pulling Arthur close. As their bodies locked together in intimate unity.
The angle, and the new depth made Martha gasp his name. Her generous breasts bounced with the force of his movements, and he couldn't resist leaning down to capture a dusky nipple in his mouth again, suckling hard as he drove into her. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their joining, Martha's soft moans, and Arthur's harsh, pleasured grunts.
After bringing her to a shuddering climax that left her trembling, he slowly withdrew. His cock glistened in the dim light, slick with her arousal. He gently rolled her over, lifting her hips so she was on her knees before him. With a reverent touch, he spread the cheeks of her plump, rounded ass, revealing the tight, puckered star of her anus. He coated a finger in her overflowing pussy juices, using the slippery liquid to carefully prepare her, circling and gently pressing until she relaxed enough to accept him. Then, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her rear entrance.
Arthur's breath hitched as the tight ring of muscle slowly yielded to the persistent pressure of his cock. He moved with painstaking care, feeding himself into her inch by inch, the intense grip of her ass sending waves of pleasure up his spine.
"Gods, Martha," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're... you're incredible. So tight." A shuddering gasp was her only initial reply as her body adjusted to this new, fuller penetration. Once he was fully sheathed, he paused, allowing her to become accustomed to the profound sensation of being completely possessed by him.
"Arthur," she finally breathed out, her voice a mixture of awe and desperate need. "Don't stop... please." That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to move, pulling back almost entirely before pushing back in, each thrust a deliberate, deep claiming. The pleasure was a different kind of fire than before, a deeper, more intense burn that spread through her entire body. His hands gripped the generous softness of her hips, using the leverage to drive into her with a steady, powerful rhythm that made the bedframe creak in protest.
He leaned over her, his muscular chest pressing against her back, and his lips found the sensitive shell of her ear.
A brilliant, invisible ring of golden light expanded from Arthur's chest. The secret power granted by the angel-[Ancestral Synergy]-fully awakened!
DING!
A brilliant, invisible ring of golden light expanded from Arthur’s chest. The secret power granted by the angel—[Ancestral Synergy]—fully awakened!
Arthur felt a flood of pure, refined mana surging from Martha’s long-cultivated, mature body directly into his bloodline. His physical limits shattered in an instant. His muscles tightened with concentrated power, his senses sharpened to a razor’s edge, and a shimmering, flame-like aura unlocked inside his heart.
StatusNameArthurClassMagic Swordsman(Passives- Dual Channeling, Mana-Muscle Conversion)Level10Title{Wandering Transmigrator}HP450/450MP300/300AttributeBaseStrength55Agility48Vitality50Intelligence40Unique Skill[Ancestral Synergy: Lv 1 (Angel's Blessing)](Acquire and upgrade levels, stats, and skill slots through intimate bonds with mature, high-status partners.)Unlocked Magic[Fire Magic: Lv 1], [Body Reinforcement: Lv 1], [Mana Barrier: Lv 1]Unallocated points: 0
When morning dawn finally broke, soft golden rays filtered through the window shutters, illuminating the quiet room.
Arthur lay beside Martha, holding her close as she rested against his bare chest. Though intense passion had passed between them, both knew this was the start of something deeper that needed time to grow.
Martha looked up at Arthur, a gentle blush still gracing her beautiful face. "Arthur... last night was... I still can't believe we..."
"You don't have to worry, Martha," Arthur said softly, stroking her white hair gently. "I meant what I said. I want to be here."
"Thank you, Arthur," she murmured softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "But... about Robin... let's keep this between us for now. He’s young, and I want us to take our time."
"Of course," Arthur agreed, nodding. "We'll take things one step at a time."
By the time Robin woke up, Arthur was already downstairs, looking completely refreshed—and noticeably stronger. His posture was sharper, and his physical presence felt far more grounded.
While they ate breakfast, Arthur hid the magical glow under his skin, but every time his eyes met Martha's across the dining table, a subtle, shared secret passed between them.
I have my initial power boost now, Arthur thought as he finished his meal, feeling the mana pulsing through his veins. Now I need to test this strength, head to the frontier town, and start climbing the ranks to earn real money.