The gentle glow of oil lamps lit the cabin windows as Arthur emerged from the dark tree line. He adjusted the heavy pack of provisions slung over his shoulder, a small smile breaking across his face at the sight of smoke curling peacefully from the stone chimney.
Before he could even step onto the wooden porch, the front door swung open. Robin dashed out into the cool night air, his eyes wide with anticipation.
"Arthur! You're back!" Robin called out, rushing forward to meet him. "Did you make it to the town? Did they let you register?"
Arthur laughed, reaching out to pat the boy's head. "I made it. Not only did I register, but I also completed my first contract."
Martha stepped out onto the porch, wiping her hands on her apron. Her long, silky white hair fell softly over her shoulders, framing her warm, striking features. Her bright blue eyes swept over Arthur, taking in his clean clothes and uninjured posture, and a visible wave of relief washed over her.
"Welcome home, Arthur," she said softly, her voice rich and melodic. "Come inside. I’ve kept the stew warm for you."
Inside, the cabin was fragrant with the smell of rich broth and fresh herbs. Arthur set his heavy pack onto the wooden table, drawing curious looks from both Robin and Martha.
"What's all this?" Martha asked, coming closer.
"Provisions for the cabin," Arthur said. He began pulling out the items one by one: sacks of high-grade flour, fine tea leaves, cured meats, fresh vegetables, and cooking spices. He then pulled out a sleek set of iron carving knives and handed them to Robin. "For helping me learn the layout of the borderlands."
Robin’s eyes gleamed as he took the finely crafted tools. "Woah... thank you, Arthur!"
Finally, Arthur reached into his pocket and withdrew the small, silver-trimmed hair comb he had purchased in the market district. He turned to Martha, extending his hand. "And this is for you, Martha. A token of my appreciation for taking me in."
Martha stared at the delicate comb resting in his palm. A soft flush bloomed across her cheeks, highlighting her mature beauty. She took the comb gently, her fingers brushing against Arthur’s palm, sending a subtle, pleasant spark of magic through his veins.
"It's beautiful, Arthur," she murmured, looking up at him with deep affection. "Thank you."
Later that evening, after Robin had fallen fast asleep in his corner room, the cabin grew quiet and peaceful. The gentle crackle of the hearth cast flickering ember light across the main living space.
Arthur sat by the edge of the bed, unclasping his leather belt and setting his iron sword against the nightstand. The soft rustle of fabric announced Martha's entrance. She stepped into the bedroom wearing a simple, soft linen nightgown that gently hugged her voluptuous curves, her white hair loosened and cascading down her back. Follow the newest chapters on novelping dot com.
She walked over and sat down beside him, the mattress dipping under her weight. The soft scent of lavender and fresh soap drifted over Arthur as she reached out, placing a warm hand against his shoulder.
"You didn't push yourself too hard today, did you?" she asked softly, her gaze searching his eyes.
"Not at all," Arthur replied, turning to face her. He reached up, covering her hand with his own. "The hunt went smoothly. But the best part of the day was knowing I had a home to come back to."
Martha’s lips parted slightly, her expression softening into a tender, passionate smile. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his lips. "You don't have to carry everything on your shoulders alone, Arthur. I'm here for you."
Arthur wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Martha gasped softly, her arms coiling around his neck as she leaned in, meeting his lips in a deep, fiery kiss.
The warmth between them ignited rapidly. As their intimacy deepened, Arthur felt the distinct, familiar thrum of his unique cheat skill—[Ancestral Synergy: Lv 1 (Angel's Blessing)]—awakening deep within his body.
The room seemed to melt away as the energy surged. Martha let out a soft, breathy sigh, her body arching into his as a brilliant, invisible current of magic cycled between them. It wasn't a drain or a force, but a harmonious resonance—his raw power flowing into her, her life force and essence mingling with his own.
When their lips parted, they were both breathless, foreheads resting together. Martha's cheeks were flushed, her silk-like white hair cascading around her shoulders.
"Wow," she whispered, her voice a little shaky.
Arthur just held her close, a deep satisfaction settling in his chest. He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her forehead, then to the corner of her eye, and then down to the column of her neck. Martha shivered, her fingers tangling in his hair as he nipped gently at her skin.
"Arthur," she breathed, her hips unconsciously rocking against him.
He chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through her chest. "Patience, Martha. We have all night."
His hands slid down her back, cupping her curvaceous rear and squeezing gently. Martha gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Arthur took the opportunity to kiss his way down her breast, nuzzling the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
Martha's breath hitched as his fingers found the laces of her dress. With practiced ease, he loosened them, the fabric falling away to reveal her full, heavy breasts. They were capped with rosy nipples, already pebbled with arousal.
Arthur didn't hesitate, lowering his head to take one into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling her arch against him. Martha's hands flew to the back of his head, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts, moving from one to the other, teasing and tasting until she was a writhing mess in his arms.
"Arthur, please," she begged, her voice strained with need.
He grinned against her skin, finally releasing her nipple with a soft pop. "Please what, Martha? Tell me what you want."
"Touch me," she gasped. "Everywhere. Please."
Arthur didn't need to be told twice. He eased her down onto the bed, his hands exploring every curve and dip of her body as he went. He kissed a path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, earning a soft giggle from her that quickly turned into a moan as he continued lower.
He knelt between her thighs, pushing them apart to reveal her pussy. Her mound was topped with a neat triangle of silky white hair, a few stray strands tickling his lips as he leaned in. He didn't mind; in fact, he found it incredibly intimate.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a musky, sweet aroma that made his own cock throb with need. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her pussy. Martha cried out, her back arching off the bed as he began to eat her pussy out with a single-minded focus.
He explored every inch of her, from her fluttering entrance to the hard nub of her clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it and lapped at her relentlessly. A few stray strands of her soft pubic hair caught on his lips, but he ignored the distraction, too lost in the taste and feel of her.
Martha's hands fisted in the sheets, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. "Arthur, yes, right there," she panted, her voice breathy and high. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. He wrapped his lips around her pussy and sucked, hard, at the same time sliding two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. Martha screamed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, pulsing with her release.
Arthur continued to lap at her, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed back against the bed, her body trembling and limp. He kissed her inner thighs, her stomach, her breast, working his way back up to her lips.
Martha kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his, tasting her own essence on his lips. "My turn," she whispered against his mouth.
She pushed him onto his back, her hands immediately going to the waistband of his trousers. With deft fingers, she undid the button and zipper, tugging the fabric down his legs. His cock sprang free, long and thick and already beading with pre-cum at the tip.
Martha's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of appreciation in their depths. She wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm but gentle. Then she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of moisture from the tip.