"Brace myself," I scoffed. "How?"
"Try to relax," she said softly.
"After almost getting shot in a dive bar, and now sitting on the floor of your bathroom? I am so relaxed already."
Clara was studying my face. "Do you need me to help you?"
"Why, do you have some magical calming spell?"
"It is not magic," she said plainly. “But… never mind.”
“Come on,” I said, a naughty idea crossed my mind. “I’m bored anyway. In fact, if we could have more connection, we might just suddenly break the curse. Like those fairy tales.”
“I agree.”
“So? What was your idea?”
"I give you some pleasure… and you… you do something for me in return."
"What!?" The word ripped out of my throat before my brain could even process it. I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Did I mishear you, or did the stress finally snap you?"
"I… I don't know why I'm saying this... perhaps I'm not truly myself right now."
Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that, stupid mouth!
Luckily, I was smart enough to offer her an out. “But…this world is all just a dream for you anyway. You don’t have to be Countess Clara in this world. After we untie, you’ll probably just vanish. You can do whatever you want before that happens, and no one from your world will ever know.”
"You think so too?" Clara raised an eyebrow. "...Can you keep a secret?"
“I'll keep it to the grave,” I said, getting up from the floor and brushing off my pants. “I just didn’t expect a high-and-mighty Countess to casually drop something like that. Don’t take it to heart.”
"I am not in my own world, am I?" she countered, leaning back against the tiles. "Technically, this is my dream. And I am allowed to be a little uninhibited in my own dream, do you agree?"
“Exactly. The real you will never be a TikTok influencer.”
She lightly wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, her gaze lingering on me in a way that made the air in the room turn suddenly thin. "Besides, you're not bad to look at. You actually fit my taste quite well, especially your features of a Shen'ra."
"A what?"
"It does not matter." She reached down, unzipping her leather boots and sliding them off one by one, stretching her long legs on the cool tile floor. "So... do you want to, or not?"
The dress she wore had accentuated her snow-white bosom, holding it firmly in place. A high slit in the skirt revealed a length of thigh clad in black stockings.
She came close enough that I could see the fine sheen of sweat in her cleavage.
I stood there frozen, the blood roaring in my ears, my entire face burning a furious shade of crimson.
“Yes… I want you.”
“And what happens here…?” She asked.
“Stays here.”
Inside the restroom, she knelt on the floor, the hem of her skirt fanning out across the tiles. She held a pose balanced on the balls of her feet, her shapely legs forming an alluring curve, while her long crimson hair cascaded down, nearly brushing the floor.
She reached down to undo my pants, wrapping her fingers around my burning erect shaft, and began stroking it with a slow rhythm.
“Oh fuck…”
"So hard... were you enduring it like this the entire time outside?"
"I knew you were teasing me... Ah, fuck..."
"It feels much hotter… than I imagined."
“You were thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
She picked up the pace slightly, swirling her fingers over the moisture at the tip.
"Do you like me looking at you in such a degrading way?"
"Oh fuck..."
Before I could say anything else, she took me into her mouth. The wet, hot sensation paired with the overwhelming horny look nearly made me lose control on the spot.
"Mm... tastes good too," she murmured, pulling back just slightly. "Having such a rock-hard cock filling my mouth... It's so satisfying."
She took me in again, swallowing deeper this time, her throat gently contracting with an audible gulp. One of her hands reached down to gently cup and massage my balls.
"Don't hold back," she commanded indistinctly. "Cum in my mouth whenever you want to."
She quickened the rhythm of her bobbing head, her red hair swaying gently with each motion. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, running down across her pale collarbone and deep into her cleavage.
This noblewoman was performing oral sex on me with full pleasure, seemingly savoring every moment.
She kept looking up at me the entire time, a defiant challenge in her eyes: How much longer can you last?
Then, letting out a nearly stifled gasp, she took the entire length deep down into her throat before sliding back out.
I couldn't hold out any longer. Wave after wave spilled into her mouth. Her throat rolled as she swallowed it down, giving a few soft sucks at the end to draw out every last drop.
Only after I finished did she slowly pull back, a white trace lingering at the corner of her lips. She used the tip of her tongue to lick it away.
"You swallowed it all?"
"To Amaris, our God of Fertility, spitting it out is an insult."
To me, the entire scene was overwhelmingly erotic. I expected to go soft afterward, but to my surprise, I was still fully hard.
She noticed, a faint smile touching the corners of her lips.
"Still hard… our souls have merged, and our bodies should too… right?" she murmured.
“Of course.”
"In that case..."
She stood up in the narrow space and untied the sash of her dress. The fabric fell away, leaving her only in fitted white-and-gold lingerie, fully exposing her chest and long legs clad in dark stockings.
"Fuck me however you want to," she commanded.
I leaned down to take her breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the erect nipple and sucking gently.
She rested against the vanity, breathing softly as her fingers tangled into my hair. Then came the kiss, her mouth still carrying the faint taste from moments before. My hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her clitoris through the damp fabric.
Moments later, I slid two fingers inside. She was hot and wet, the slick friction echoing distinctly against the quiet tiles.
"How many people have been with you?" I whispered against her ear, speeding up the movement of my fingers. "You're already this wet right from the start."
"Just... someone," she replied. "Don't ask more."
"Fine."
I pressed deeper, feeling the pulse of her inner walls.
After that, all restraint shattered.
I turned her around right there in the bathroom, having her brace both hands against the counter as I entered her from behind. Her legs parted, the necklace around her throat swaying with each impact. Her red hair lay strewn across the marble, her muffled groans echoing against the tiled walls.
By the time she reached her first climax, her legs were already trembling, yet I carried her out of the bathroom regardless.
From the kitchen counter to the living room couch, and finally to the bedroom mattress, we moved through position after position: From behind, face-to-face, with one of her legs hooked over my shoulder. The composed countess came undone, clinging to me, tightening her legs around me, and pressing a hand over her own mouth as she peaked.
"You feel so good inside me…" she choked out between tears at one point. "I've never felt like this… never…"
I held her through wave after wave until her words dissolved into broken gasps. Finally, I pulled out and finished over her chest. The warm release settled across her breasts, cleavage, and collarbone, mixing with the sheen of sweat.
She lay on the bed, trembling faintly, her red hair fanned out across the pillows like fire. Then, tears began streaming down her face.
I panicked.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I immediately pulled her into my arms, heedless of the sweat covering both of us.
She buried her face in my chest, shaking her head, but couldn't stop the quiet sobbing. I tightened my grip, gently stroking her back and speaking softly to calm her down.
"I'm here. I've got you."
Gradually, her shaking subsided. She nestled into the crook of my neck, wrapping her arms around my waist.
Holding each other closely amid the lingering heat in the room, we drifted into a deep sleep.