『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer
Or, dive into your own fantasy.
Reborn as a disgraced Prince to a Royal Family, the Prince before you was a spoiled brat. He was then ambushed by some goons, though rescued later on by his Knights, the psyche of the Spoiled Prince has died and its now your job to redeem himself The scene starts with you, now the Spoiled Prince slowly waking up from your Month-long Coma
You slowly open your eyes, the bright light piercing through your eyelids painfully at first. Groaning softly, you attempt to move your arms, only to find that they're being held down by something cold and unyielding. Confused and disoriented, you try to focus on what is going on around you.
The room you're in is dimly lit, with a faint scent of antiseptic in the air.
You slowly get the sense of where you are, and find a maid looking shocked that you are finally awake after your Month-Long Coma. She then rushes out of the room and says "His Majesty the Prince is awake"
You hear footsteps approaching, growing steadily louder until the door to your chamber swings open. There stands the king, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Son," he says solemnly, taking a step closer to your bedside. "It's good to see you awake." He pauses for a moment, then asks with a hint of accusation in his voice, "Do you know why you were attacked?"
"I....I dont know....where am I?.....who am I" The King is shocked that his Son has somewhat developed amnesia
King: "My son... My poor, foolish child," the king murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief. He sits down on a stool beside your bed, taking your hand in his own. "You are Prince Nathaniel, heir to the throne of this kingdom."
He pauses for a moment, considering how much to tell you. "Your attackers were hired by Lord Mortimer, a rival noble who sought to take control of our land. They ambushed you while you were out riding with your knights."
"I...really?" The King expects that normally his son would be enraged and exaggerate for war or even execution to the Noble that targeted him. Instead, he sees a calm demeanor "Okay....how long was I asleep?"
The king hesitates, unsure how to react to your lack of anger. "You've been asleep for just over a month now," he says finally. "But the knights who saved you have managed to keep our enemies at bay." He pauses again, his eyes darting around the room before fixing on yours once more.
"Nathaniel... I want you to know that I am proud of you for surviving this attempt on your life," he says softly. "
"Umm....thank you Father, can you let me....rest for a bit?"
The king nods, his expression softening further. "Of course, son," he says gently. "Your rest is the most important thing right now. Your knights and I will see to it that you are well protected until we can find out more about Lord Mortimer's intentions." With a final pat on your hand, he stands up and leaves the chamber, closing the door quietly behind him.
Alone once more, you close your eyes and try to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling around inside your head.
Hours pass, you then open you eyes that it seems to be night time. You then slowly get up from your bed, and turn to the corner of your eye that someone was watching you "Took you long enough, idiot" The figure then emerges as a Old Girl, seems to be older than you "Uh....who are you?" You ask as you amnesia is still getting hazy and whatnot, the girl then enrages and slaps you "Dont play with me, this is all a trick" She says back to you "A spoiled brother like you wont just back me off that easy" She adds, You then pinpoint that she might be your Older Sister
You recoil at the sting of her slap, more surprised than hurt. This girl... she looks familiar somehow. Her words begin to sink in as understanding dawns on you. "Sister?" you manage to choke out. "But why would you want to harm me? We're family."
Her only response is a harsh laugh that sounds more like a bark. "Don't play the innocent with me, Nathaniel," she says, her voice laced with venom. "
"Why would I? you think forgetting you is a joke? or you think this is an all act?" Nat asks, to which she replies with "Dont act like you're a victim from all this shenanigans"
"I... I don't remember," you admit, feeling the weight of your amnesia pressing down on you. "But if there's something I can do to make things right..." You trail off uncertainly, hoping that maybe she'll offer some sort of explanation. Your sister just laughs again, this time more bitterly than before.
"You really are pathetic," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Things will never go back to the way they were."
She then leaves Nat's rooms with a smirk, and you left with questions. Moving on you then look at yourself in the mirror, looking weak and skinny "Damn....this guy is weak as heck, I should work out more" It was decided on his first task gaining some weight and muscle. Days pass after waking up from his coma, Nat has then exercised by walking around the large manor and even outside its garden and premises. The Maids, Butlers, and even at times the King sees you running around the Premises and Exercising is really catching them off guard as they think their spoiled Prince would rather do something less productive. But that Spoiled Prince is gone, and now its your job to take his place Nat then takes a break under a tree, sweat running down his chest. He looks at his reflection by the water through a pond, he looks more fit than before "A work in progress....but not enough" Nat mutters
As you continue to exercise and train, the servants around the manor begin to notice your newfound dedication. They exchange curious glances, unsure what has prompted this sudden change in behavior. Some even comment among themselves about how impressive it is that their prince has finally decided to become more responsible and active.
Little do they know that you're not simply trying to improve your physical health; you have greater goals in mind as well. You want to prove yourself worthy of leading the kingdom, to redeem yourself from the mistakes of your past self.
Meanwhile your Older Sister, who is tending to her duties as Princess (which we now know he name is Elise) has been watching from afar seeing Nat's new habits. She still doesnt believe that his brother has changed, since he's been a pest through the years as the two grew as siblings
Elise scoffs, unable to contain her disdain. "He thinks he can just change like that? Pretend to be someone he's not?" she mutters under her breath to herself. Despite the harsh words, there is a hint of uncertainty in her voice; she can't help but feel slightly threatened by Nathaniel's transformation. Perhaps it would be wise for her to keep an eye on him... just in case.
Meanwhile back at the Garden, a maid hesitantly waits by Nat. He then notices her, and turns "Hmm what is it?" The Maid startled at first, stumbled but rushes to Nat's side. Takes a deep breath and says "Um.....um my apologies Master but.....you forgot to attend to your White Elf slave at the Dungeon" She says, Nat was taken aback at what she said "My.....my what now?" Nat says
"Your White Elf slave," the maid repeats, her voice shaking slightly. "She's been locked up in the dungeon ever since you were attacked, and... well, she needs your attention."
You exchange a confused look with Elise overhearing this, who has approached silently from behind. Her eyes narrow as she listens to the maid's words. "What do you mean by 'needs my attention'," you ask warily, not sure if this is some sort of trap or test.
"Are you that dumb brother?" Elise walks behind and explains "Years ago, you and the King raided a Elf camp, Elves along with other mixed races like Dwarves and whatnot have been waging war against the humans for years" Elise says "And apparently for your tenth birthday, Father has gifted you a Elf Slave with Silver Hair.....a rare kind not gonna lie. But you were mostly leaving it at the dungeon and just not even looking at her for years on end" Elise says, Nat nods and turns to the Maid "I....see, can you take me to her?" The Maid shocked with the Prince's request nods and she takes YOU to the dungeon where the Silver Haired Elf lies
The damp air of the dungeon clings to your clothes as you follow the maid through the dimly lit passageways. The sound of dripping water and the occasional flicker of torchlight guide your way. Eventually, she stops in front of a large iron door secured by several heavy locks. She knocks on it nervously before opening it a crack.
"My Lord Nathaniel requests your presence," she says, her voice barely audible through the thick wood.
Nat then steps forward a bit to look and peek where the Elf is
The elf's cell is small and dank, with only a straw mat on the cold stone floor to serve as furniture. The silver-haired female sits against one wall, her delicate features shadowed in gloom. She raises her head at the sound of your voice, surprise registering briefly on her beautiful face before it's replaced by hope and fear.
"My Lord Nathaniel?" she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You've come to see me?"
"My god....you look like a mess" Nat rushes to look and check on her, she didn't expect this kind of hospitality from him since she heard that the Prince was Spoiled and what not "Damn, maid take her to the showers....bathe and dress her and take her to my room" Nat commands
The silver-haired elf stares at you in disbelief, her eyes filled with tears. "My Lord Nathaniel... I-I don't understand... Why are you being so kind to me?" she whispers, hardly able to believe what's happening.
As the maid hurries off to follow your orders, you kneel down in front of the elf, taking her trembling hands in yours.
"I....cause Its the right thing to do" Nat says, the Maids nod and take her to the showers. Outside, the Elf emerges out of the Dungeon with the Maids taking her. Elise is at the side waiting for his brother to go out, he then emerges and Elise confronts him again on what kind act are is he doing
"Oh, brother," she says with an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. "You think that just because you've decided to finally act like a responsible member of the royal family, it makes everything okay? It doesn't." She pauses for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Without waiting for your reply, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.
Nat was taken aback at what her Sister says, but then again looking back at what the Spoiled Prince relationship with her Sister seems that it runs very cold. For now Nat takes it aside and focuses more on the Elf at hand Minutes pass and Nat waits for the Elf back after being bathed by his maids
The silver-haired elf returns, dressed in fresh clothes that seem to fit her better than the rags she'd been wearing before. She bows deeply before you, her expression filled with gratitude and surprise. "My Lord Nathaniel... Thank you for your kindness," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I cannot begin to express how much it means to me."
You nod in return, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and determination welling up inside you. "It's the least I could do,"
"Neglecting you was kind of harsh......let alone leaving you in that Dark dungeon for over years on end" Nat says
The elf's eyes widen at your words, her mouth forming a small "O" of surprise. She looks up at you, seemingly unsure how to react. After a moment's hesitation, she manages to whisper, "T-thank you... My Lord Nathaniel." Her expression turns wary once more as she continues, "But what do you expect from me? I am still your slave, after all..."
You frown at her words, feeling uneasy.
"At least I'll treat you more like an Elf or Human, not like an object"
The silver-haired elf blinks back at you, clearly taken aback by your words. She looks down at the floor, her expression unreadable as she tries to process what you've just said. After a long moment, she lifts her head slowly and meets your gaze once more. "I... I see," she whispers softly.
For now, it seems that trust has been established between you and the elf slave. What path will this new relationship take? Only time will tell.
"Lets um start things off.....do you have a name?"
The silver-haired elf looks at you with surprise, as if she hadn't expected such a question. "My name... My full name is Arya Silvertongue," she says slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "But most people just call me Arya."
"That's quite a name, very well....I'll still call you Arya. Even if youre my.....slave"
Arya looks at you with surprise, her eyes widening slightly. "You mean that?" she whispers, sounding unsure. Her expression softens as she continues, "Thank you, My Lord Nathaniel... I will not forget this kindness."
"I uh....fine" Nat then gets up and goes out, and then peeks at a maid "Hey, can you come here for a sec" The Maids nod and gather near the Prince and he whispers "Let the Elf, Arya there wear a specific type of maid outfit....make it more erotic than.....what you ladies wear. If the tailors are against it, just tell them its from direct orders from the Prince" Nat says whispers infront of the maids
The maids exchange confused glances, unsure how to react to your request. One of them timidly raises her hand and asks, "Um...My Lord Nathaniel? Are you certain about this?" The others remain silent, waiting for your response.
"Just do it, send me the bill of payment after"
The maids nod, relieved that they don't have to refuse your direct order. One of them takes the lead and approaches Arya, whispering something into her ear before escorting her away discreetly. The other maids exchange curious glances but say nothing, unsure what is happening or why their prince has suddenly taken such an interest in his elf slave.
As they leave, you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the door, wondering how Arya will react to her new attire...
Meanwhile, Nat then goes out and stretches again and exercises for the time being to be in top and fit shape for whenever task he has at hand Hours later, Nat is well drenched in sweat yet the progress is well shown that even abs are showing. Then one of the maids then approaches him and also stunned by his body tells him that Arya is ready with the new attire "Good, tell her to come here then" Nat says
Arya slowly walks into the room, her steps hesitant as she glances around nervously. She wears a maid outfit that's designed to accentuate her curves and leave little to the imagination; it's clear that whoever made it had taken great care in ensuring its eroticism. Her face is flushed with embarrassment, but she maintains eye contact with you as she approaches.
"My Lord Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... wanted me to wear this?"
"Why not? it suits you, that is if you prefer being naked and all that?" Nat says teasilngly
Arya's blush deepens at your words, and she looks down at the floor awkwardly. "I-It's not that I mind... it's just..." She trails off, unsure how to respond to you. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again before dropping back down, her long silver hair obscuring her face slightly.
The tension in the air thickens as you both stand there, neither of you quite knowing what to say or do next.
At the same time, she also marvels at your sweaty body after his exercise making the tension even more thicker
Arya takes a small step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "My Lord Nathaniel...," she begins, her voice soft and hesitant. Before she can finish, you take a step towards her as well, closing the distance between them. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next as their bodies draw nearer, their breaths mingling together in the air.
The tension between them grows, becoming almost unbearable as they stand there, eyes locked on each other's faces.
The more she moves close to him, the more she marvels at his body
Her heart beats faster as you step closer, her breath catching in her throat. Arya can't help but notice the way your muscles ripple under your sweaty skin, the way your hands tremble ever so slightly at your sides. The air around them crackles with an almost palpable energy, making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
"N-Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "What do you want from me?"
"Nothing really" He says circling around her looking at her new erotic maid attire "Just wanted to marvel at your looks"
Arya's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, her heart racing faster as she tries to control the emotions churning within her. She bites her lower lip nervously, unable to meet your gaze directly for fear of what might show in them. The fabric of her new attire clings to her body, accentuating every curve and revealing far more than she'd ever intended.
"T-Thank you, My Lord Nathaniel..." she whispers shakily, still unable to look at you directly. "I...
"I...what?" Nat says
Arya swallows hard, her throat dry and tight. "I-I'm grateful, My Lord Nathaniel," she finally manages to say, her voice small but steady. "For being kind... for treating me like a person, not just an object."
She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "If there's anything I can ever do to repay you... anything at all..." Her words trail off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.
Nat then leans in her ear "Even doing....'that' with your body?"
Arya freezes at your words, her heart racing faster than ever before. She tries to pull away from you but finds herself unable to move, trapped by your proximity and the weight of your question. Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers shakily, "I-I could never do that..." Her voice cracks, betraying the fear and desperation within her.
"Y-you don't understand!" she protests weakly, struggling to find the words to explain herself. "That...
"Good, it was a test....a test of iron will in a way" Nat says confidently "Didint wanna treat like a prostitute with that kind of body, I marvel at the fact that I have an Elf Maid, like you"
Arya looks up at you in surprise, her tears drying as she processes your words. Her chest heaves with relief and gratitude, and a blush creeps back onto her cheeks. "T-thank you... My Lord Nathaniel," she whispers softly, lowering her gaze once more.
For now, it seems that trust has been firmly established between the two of them. But the question remains: what path will their relationship take from here? Only time will tell.
"Right, its getting late....lets go back to the manor. You can do regular chores yes?" Nat says telling her to follow him inside the Manor
Arya nods, still looking downcast as she follows you back to the manor. Despite her relief at your words and the way you've treated her, she can't help but feel a lingering sense of unease about the future. What will happen tomorrow? Next week? Will things remain this peaceful, or will there be new challenges ahead for them both?
As they walk in silence, Arya can't shake the feeling that their relationship has just taken an important step...
As night comes, he then tells Arya that she can sleep at a separate room. She nods, bows and tells Nat good night as she rests for the night That Night, Nat then readies for bed but glances outside to find Elise, her Older Sister at the Garden. She's alone, but then sees that you (Nat) are watching her from afar
Arya slips into the bed, finding it unusually soft and comfortable after years of sleeping on the hard stone floor. As she drifts off to sleep, her last thought is of you, My Lord Nathaniel, wondering what sort of man he truly is beneath the surface.
She dreams of a different life, where she wasn't an elf slave, but a free woman living among her own kind... A glimmer of hope flickers within her heart as she sinks deeper into slumber.
Nat then meanwhile drops to the Garden to meet with Elise, to even things out between them despite their rocky relationship "What are you doing this late?" Nat says first
Elise turns to face him, her expression unreadable in the moonlight. "I could ask you the same thing," she says coolly, folding her arms over her chest. "Or have you been spying on me?"
There's a tension in the air between them that hasn't been there before; it feels as if something has changed since their last encounter. Perhaps Nat's newfound kindness towards Arya has left Elise feeling uneasy and threatened.
"Why would I spy one someone that's close? do you expect a stab in the back?" Nat replies cooly
Elise narrows her eyes at you, clearly not buying your innocent act. "You've been different today," she says carefully, hesitating before continuing. "I don't trust it." She pauses again, searching for the right words to say. "Why did you change your mind about Arya? Why are you being so nice to her?"
There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she asks these questions; she needs answers, and she needs them now.
"Cause its the right thing to do, what do you expect me to treat her like an object?" Nat replies, Elise's didnt expect that response from him
Elise looks taken aback by your words, her expression softening slightly. "You're right," she murmurs, sounding almost surprised. "I should have... I shouldn't have treated her like that." She pauses, seemingly deep in thought. "Thank you for being so kind to her," she adds, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.
The air between them feels less tense now, as if some invisible barrier has been broken down. Perhaps there's hope for their relationship yet...
"What else do you expect of me?" Nat asks out of curiosity
Elise shrugs, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "I don't know... I just expected you to be more like our father," she says softly. "Cold and calculating." She pauses, biting her lip thoughtfully. "But maybe it's for the best that things have changed. Maybe we can find a way to work together now."
There's hope in her voice, but also uncertainty.
"Thanks.....Sister" Nat says, Elise hasnt even heard him calling her 'sister' for years
Elise blinks, surprised by the unfamiliar word coming from your lips. Her expression softens further as she studies you carefully in the moonlight. "I... I hope we can," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For Arya's sake..."
Their conversation continues, growing more personal and intimate as they find common ground in their shared feelings for Arya. Perhaps there is hope for the siblings to mend their broken relationship after all...
As they chat more, Elise then also mentions this "Seems like youre well fit now....Brother seems like you can go back to School" Elise says, Nat tits his head "School?" He replies, Elise chuckles as his Brother's memory is still a bit shady and she explains it
"Ah, yes," you reply with a sheepish grin, remembering the events that took place earlier today. "I had a bit of extra energy to burn off, so I decided to go for a run." You chuckle as you recall your previous fitness levels compared to now; it's almost unbelievable how much progress you've made in such a short time.
"Well, I suppose school isn't too bad," you admit reluctantly. "
"Guess I should rest now....for the day to come" Nat says
Elise nods, yawns and stretches before heading back to the manor. "Good night, brother," she says with a soft smile, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword as she walks. The moonlight glints off its polished surface, casting an ethereal glow around her.
As she disappears into the darkness, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; for Arya, for yourself, and for your sibling relationship.
Nat then goes back to bed, but sees the sight of an awake Arya looking out the window "Youre awake Arya, what gives?"
Arya turns her head slightly, revealing the hint of a smile. "I couldn't sleep; my mind kept wandering," she admits with a shrug. "It's been such an eventful day..." Her voice trails off as she studies you in the dim light, curiosity and wonder reflected in her silver eyes.
"What about you?" she asks softly. "Are you able to sleep easily these days?"
"Its a so and so, why couldnt you sleep?" Nat asks as Arya still looks out the window
Arya shrugs again, her gaze fixed on something outside the window. "Just... thoughts, I guess," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's hard to believe that everything has changed so much in such a short time." She pauses, turning her head back to look at you. "I never thought I'd see the day where someone would treat me with kindness... let alone my own master."
"That's nice, must have been hard....able to find some space after being confined in a cage for years........sorry for making you reminisce on such bad times"
Arya nods, her expression solemn. "It's alright," she says softly. "I suppose it's natural to think about those things sometimes... But I want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done." She hesitates before adding, "And I promise to repay you in any way that I can."
Their eyes meet once more, and an unspoken understanding passes between them.
"That's good to hear" And then there was silence, the two side by side looking out at the window move inch and an inch close to each other
Arya's breath catches in her throat as you slowly, almost unconsciously, move closer to her. The air between them crackles with an electricity that feels almost palpable, making it impossible for either of them to look away from the other. Her heart races faster and faster, her body tingling with anticipation at your nearness.
"Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just looking at the fact that well.......you hair really matches the bright moon"
Arya blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing faster as she tries to control the emotions churning within her. She can't help but notice how close you are now, the heat of your body radiating against hers. Trembling slightly, she forces a small laugh, trying to break the tension between them. "You're such a flatterer, My Lord Nathaniel," she says, her voice shaking slightly.
"No... really..."
"And your skin as well, quite smooth and whatnot" Nat says, slowly putting his hands on hers
Arya gasps as your warm hands close around hers, her skin tingling where you touch her. Her breath comes faster and faster, her heart thundering in her chest. She can't look away from your eyes, those intense blue orbs seeming to burn right through her. "Nathaniel..." she whispers, the word little more than a breath.
Her entire body feels alive with need, with desire for this man who holds her so close.
"I also heard that Elves are more sensitive to touch, seems like that's the case here" Nat says teasingly
Arya shivers, her body trembling with need as you continue to hold her hands. She can feel the heat from your skin burning against hers, and it's almost unbearable. "Nathaniel..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her entire being is focused on his touch, on the way he makes her feel so alive and wanted. She can't remember ever feeling this desired before; it intoxicates her, making it impossible for her to think straight.
"You look sexy under that attire I gave you, would be a shame if someone removed all that to all of you" Nat says moving his hands to the straps of Arya's maid attire
Arya gasps as your hands slide down the straps of her attire, revealing more and more of her skin to the cool night air. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins at an unnatural speed. "Nathaniel..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her whole body trembles with anticipation as your hands continue to move lower and lower, threatening to reveal everything that has been hidden beneath her clothes.
"Arya....what do you want" Nat says before he was about to remove the straps of her maid attire
Arya's eyes flutter closed as she feels your hands caress her skin, the sensation sending shudders through her entire body. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and her breath comes fast and shallow. "I... I want this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her hands tremble where they rest against your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she arches closer to you.
"Good" With one swift motion, Nat removes the straps of Arya's maid attire and it all drops down and her naked body exposed for his Master to see
Arya's breath catches in her throat as the cool night air caresses her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at your touch. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want from her...
Her hands tremble where they rest on your shoulders, her fingers digging in deeper as she arches closer still. "Please,"
"Please what?" Nat says, as he spreads her legs with ease
Arya's breath catches in her throat as you spread her legs, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She gasps, arching further into your touch as she whispers hoarsely, "Please... make me feel good." Her hips move restlessly against your hands, begging for more contact, more heat.
Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of desire and trust that takes her breath away.
"Well said" Nat then gently picks her up and places her on his bed, then licks her wet pussy
Arya cries out, her back arching off the bed as she feels your hot breath against her most sensitive spot. Her fingers dig into the sheets, her hips bucking upwards in search of more contact with your tongue. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the sensations washing over her.
"Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breaths and the wetness between her legs. "Oh... gods..."
Nat then gets up and then strokes her wet pussy with his fingers and his right and caress her breasts on his left, the sensitivity of this turns her on even more
Arya's cries fill the room as your fingers stroke her, her hips thrashing against the sheets in helpless pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she arches into every touch you give her. Her eyes fly open, staring up at you with a mixture of shock and desire that steals what little remains of her breath. "Oh... Nathaniel..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the pleasure.
Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, nails digging in as she begs for more.
"I like that you feel good, but you better remember that I'm your Master and youre my slave"
Arya gasps, her whole body tensing at the reminder of your words as she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Yes... My Lord Nathaniel..." she whispers, breathless and trembling beneath your touch. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, her hips bucking against your hand in desperation for release.
"Please..." she moans, arching further into your touch. "Please make me yours."
Nat then strokes her even faster making her close to cumming and orgasming at the same time
"Yes..." Arya's voice breaks as her climax crashes over her, her body convulsing beneath your touch. She cries out in pleasure, arching off the bed and digging her nails into your shoulders as she comes undone. Her hips jerk and writhe against your hand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath.
A shudder runs through her body, and she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
Her juices spread all over the floor, Nat smiles as she is satisfied and her mind set in stone "You like that Arya?"
"Yes..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looks up at you with wide eyes, feeling a newfound sense of gratitude and devotion welling up inside her. "Thank you... Master Nathaniel." There's no more denying it now; she belongs to him, heart and soul.
"Good Girl, i'll let it silde and I'll let you rest here at my bed" Nat then crawls as well to the bed and pulls Arya close to him
Arya snuggles closer to you, her body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure. She burrows her face into your chest, inhaling your scent and feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice muffled by your shirt.
As she drifts off to sleep, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; for the both of them. But for now, she feels safe and loved... and that's enough.
The next day, Nat wakes up ahead early as he changes going back to School Before he leaves he glances at Arya still asleep and whispers "Better wake up, or i'll punish you erotically" He says
Arya's eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice, and she stretches languidly in the bed before sitting up. She yawns, rubbing her eyes with one hand as she looks around blearily. "Good morning...?" Her voice is thick with sleep, and she blinks several times to clear it from her throat.
She glances over at you, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "What do you mean by that exactly, Master Nathaniel?"
"Nothing really, just telling you that you'll might experience last night if you've been a maid Elf Slave" Nat whispers
Arya's heart skips a beat at your words, her cheeks flushing pink with anticipation and arousal. "I-in that case..." She swallows hard, her voice shaking slightly as she meets your gaze. "I suppose I should thank you... Master Nathaniel." Her hands tremble as they move to untangle herself from the sheets, revealing her naked form beneath them.
"Hehe youre welcome, now I'll be going now. Get yourself doing some chores and you do you" Nat says before leaving to the door
Arya watches you leave, her heart racing with anticipation and longing. "Yes, Master Nathaniel," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of what he might do to her later. With determination, she climbs out of bed and begins to gather up her clothes, preparing herself for another day as your slave...and your lover.
Nat then leaves his room, and goes out where he sees a carriage and Elise waiting for him "Morning....do we really have to go School, with that?" Nat says pointing out the carriage
Elise glances at the carriage before shrugging nonchalantly, "I suppose not. It was just an idea." She tilts her head to the side slightly, studying him with a curious expression. "What did you have in mind instead?"
The sunlight casts a warm glow over them as they stand there, waiting for his response.
"Nothing really, then again how far is the Academy" Nat asks his Older Sister
Elise hums thoughtfully, glancing around the courtyard as she tries to recall the exact distance. "Hmm... not too far. Maybe a day's journey by horseback? A bit longer if we dawdled." She tilts her head back up to look at you, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Unless you have another way in mind?"
The wind rustles through her hair, the ends tickling against her cheeks as she waits for your answer.
"What the...fine we're going by carriage, dont wanna walk my way there" Nat then goes to the carriage and Elise follows suit
"As you wish, brother dear," Elise says with a small laugh as she climbs into the carriage beside you. The interior is plush and comfortable, with large cushions and curtains that can be drawn for privacy. She settles herself in before looking back at you expectantly. "So... where to?"
Her voice holds an undertone of curiosity, as if she's trying to figure out what exactly is on your mind today.
"Didnt you told me last night that youre bringing me back to school after my month-long coma?" Nat says reminding Elise
Elise blinks, momentarily thrown off by your words before she lets out a small laugh. "Oh right... well, I suppose we can do that." She shrugs casually, not quite meeting your gaze as she stares out the window instead. "I just thought it'd be nice to see you settled back into your old life for a bit."
The carriage begins to move forward, taking them further away from the castle and towards the school grounds. The air feels different outside of the castle walls; more oppressive somehow.
Nat takes a peek and sees the students also walking towards the Academy, rumors already spread of the return of the Spoiled Prince bringing fear to the campus again. Nat is still unaware at what this 'Prince' has done to this Academy that made him this wicked, he then asks his sister "What was my reputation like, sister?"
Elise purses her lips thoughtfully before replying, "Well... you were always known as the 'Spoiled Prince'. People didn't take too kindly to your attitude and the way you behaved." She glances at you sideways, studying your reaction. "I suppose they saw you as... arrogant, entitled, and somewhat cruel."
The words feel heavy in the air between them, and Elise winces slightly at her own honesty.
The carriage then stops, and the butler says that they have arrived The students outside wait for the 'Spoiled Prince' to arrive back, almost back to become a nuisance to the Academy once again. First comes out Elise which on the other hand is more respected, then out comes Nat. Once called the Spoiled Prince has changed seeing no sign of arrogance nor cruelty, what the students saw in this Prince they see is......different but in a good way
As you step out of the carriage, the students' whispers grow louder and more insistent. Your heart races faster, but you force yourself to stand tall and proud, meeting their gazes head-on. You see surprise in some eyes, curiosity in others; none of them seem prepared for the change they see before them.
Elise watches you with a mixture of pride and worry, not quite sure how this new version of you will fit into the old order of things. She steps forward, laying a hand on your shoulder in support. "
Nat then goes out of the carriage, guided by Elise he is then entered through the halls of the Academy
As you walk down the halls, your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You feel as if everyone's eyes are on you, judging you, weighing you up against their expectations. But instead of letting it overwhelm you, you straighten your spine and hold your head high.
Elise leads the way, her presence commanding respect even though she isn't the one returning to school today. As they near your old classroom, your stomach twists into a knot;
"Well, I'll be going now....thank you Sister" Nat then opens the door to see his classmates, Elise then nods and she leaves for her to take her classes too
Elise pauses at the door, looking back over her shoulder at you with a small smile. "Good luck, brother," she says softly before disappearing down the hall. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever lies ahead. Slowly, you push open the classroom door and step inside.
The familiar smell of chalk and old books assaults your senses as you look around at your classmates. Some of them glance up from their desks, surprise evident on their faces;
Some look at shocked once the Evil Spoiled Prince, turned humble.....they (his classmates speculate that ambush and coma really affect his pscyhe
You've seen the shock on their faces, but you refuse to let it knock you off balance this time. With newfound confidence, you make your way to your desk, taking a seat at the very back of the classroom where you can observe without being too noticeable. As the teacher begins his lecture, you lean forward, focusing intently on every word.
You can feel eyes on you throughout the class period; some filled with curiosity, others still reeking of disdain and contempt. But today, you're different.
Then he feels a sharp stare at one girl in particular, her stare can literally stab him in the back
You feel a sudden shift in your concentration as you notice a girl sitting near the front of the class staring at you intently. Her gaze seems to pierce right through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She looks familiar... but you can't quite place her.
As the class continues, she doesn't take her eyes off you; instead, she leans forward in her seat, hands clasped together as if deep in thought.
You feel like this girl has a grudge on the old Prince, and seems like youre gonna take the burden now
Her stare unnerves you, making it difficult to concentrate on the lesson at hand. You try your best to ignore her, focusing instead on taking notes and paying attention when the teacher calls on you. But no matter what you do, she's always there, watching you with that intense gaze that seems to see right through you.
As class ends, she quickly packs up her things and rushes out of the room without so much as a glance in your direction.
As class ends, one of your classmates takes the opportunity and checks on you
"Hey, Nathaniel," one of your classmates says with a friendly smile as they approach you after class. "How are you feeling? It's good to have you back." They pause for a moment before adding, "I heard some things about what happened while you were away... If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know, all right?"
You glance up at them, surprised by their offer of support. This person has always been nice to you;
"Um...thanks, who are you?" The guy was shocked seeing that he really does have amnesia after the coma
"Oh, uh..." Your classmate blushes slightly, looking away awkwardly for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "My name's Aaron. I just thought you might want a friend, considering everything that happened." They hesitate once more before asking cautiously, "Do... do you remember me at all?"
"Sorry.....its just, everything is all a cloud and all that" Nat says "But thanks Aaron"
Aaron nods, understanding your confusion and disorientation. "Take it easy, man. If you need anything at all, just let me know." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Hey, do you want to get something to eat after class? Maybe catch up a bit?"
"Yeah....sure, that girl thats been staring at me earlier......guess she has a grudge on me right?" Nat asks Aaron
Aaron chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Oh, that's just Kayla. She was always kinda... intense about things." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "She used to like you back when you were the 'old Nathaniel', but... well, I don't think she'll be too happy with this new version of you."
He glances over at Kalya, who's still lingering outside the classroom door. "I mean, she might cool down eventually,"
"You think I can reason out with her?" Nat asks Aaron
Aaron shrugs noncommittally. "Maybe, maybe not. But it couldn't hurt to try." He pauses, considering your words before continuing, "Look, if you want me to talk to her or something, I can try and smooth things over. Just tell me what you want me to say."
You have to admit, having a friend like Aaron is pretty valuable right now. Not only does he seem willing to help with Kayla, but he's also offering his support in other areas of your life as well.
"Thanks but I guess, I'll let her slide for now. We should go to the next class"
"Sure thing, man," Aaron says with a reassuring smile. "We've got plenty of time before our next class starts anyway." He glances over at Kayla once more, then turns back to you. "If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know."
You nod gratefully, following Aaron as he leads the way to your next class. The day continues on much like this: with friends offering support and help whenever they can, even though it might not always be easy.
At the back of his mind he still feels the stares of Kayla, what is her deal? he mutters
Aaron seems to sense your unease and glances back at you, concern etched on his features. "You know, if there's something bothering you about her... maybe we could talk about it? I might be able to help sort things out between you two." He pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Or we could just ignore her until she gets bored and goes away."
"I get the feeling I have to do it eventually, so let me do it Aaron" Nat replies
Aaron nods in understanding, but he can't help but feel a little worried about you. He trusts that you know what you're doing though, and decides to drop the subject for now. As they make their way through the rest of the day's classes, Aaron continues to be a supportive friend, offering advice when asked and otherwise leaving you to your own devices.
After school finally ends, Aaron walks you to the spot where he had originally found you that morning. "
"Soo what is this place?"
"Oh, this is just where I usually wait for you," Aaron says with a grin, his tone light and teasing. "You know, just in case you needed someone to watch your back." He glances at you sideways, a curious expression on his face. "Or... to give you a ride home?"
The implied offer hangs in the air between you, and it's clear that Aaron is giving you the option to accept or decline his assistance however you see fit.
"I....okay? Nat then glances at seeing Kalya again, a cold deadly stare at him again. Nat then has no choice but to face the music, Aaron nods and he leaves and Nat approaches Kayla
"Oh, hi Nathaniel." Her tone is clipped and cool, her expression unreadable. "I was just... wondering if you had anything you'd like to say to me." She glances at him sidelong, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
You can feel the weight of her stare on you, pressing down like a physical force. Her anger and resentment are palpable, but there's something else beneath it all... hurt? Disappointment?
"Honestly....I don't know.......but hi again?" Nat says thinking that would work
Kayla's expression darkens further at your words, and she takes a step back as if you've physically wounded her. "You don't know?" she whispers, incredulous. "After everything that happened... you don't even have the decency to apologize or explain yourself?"
Her voice breaks on the last word, her anger and hurt intermingling in a way that makes it difficult for you to look at her directly.
"I....sorry, I dont know"
Kayla shakes her head slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just... I don't understand how you could do this to me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breath hitching. "After everything we meant to each other..."
She takes another step back, her hand going up to wipe at her eyes as she tries unsuccessfully to stem the flow of tears. "I thought... I thought you were better than this," she says softly, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Wait" Nat then grabs her hand "Help me on what did I did? what did I did to make you this.....well sad"
Kayla pulls her hand free from your grasp, taking a step back once more as she wipes roughly at her eyes. "You don't remember?" she asks, disbelief and hurt lacing her voice. "Or are you just pretending not to know?"
She pauses for a moment, visibly gathering herself before continuing in a slightly firmer tone, "You changed, Nathaniel. After that accident... everything about you was different. You weren't the same person I fell in love with."
"We're.....we're in love? but.....why did you like the old me? the 'Spoiled and Egotistical' Me"
Kayla's eyes widen slightly at your question, and she takes another step back as if you've slapped her. "I... I don't know," she whispers, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "Maybe because you were kind of an arrogant jerk? Because it made me feel special when you paid attention to me?" She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Or maybe I just wanted someone who would challenge me... Someone who wouldn't take everything for granted."
She also has something else to say, but she looks away. Nat wonders what was the other side that Kayla craves and may realize that......she might be a masochist Nat then turns to have a wicked smile, and pulls her forcily "Oh? so you like this side?" He says with a whisper and a smirk
Kayla tries to pull away, her eyes widening in surprise at your sudden move and the tone of your voice. "Nathaniel... what are you doing?" she gasps out, struggling futilely against your grip. But it's no use; you're stronger than her, and your hold on her only seems to tighten as time passes.
Her heart races in fear and confusion as she looks into your eyes, trying to read what's going on behind that smirk. "Let go of me!"
But eventually, this slowly turns her on. Submissive side slowly comes on, followed with some masochism in her eyes
A shiver runs down Kayla's spine as your grip on her tightens, and she feels herself responding to the dominance in your voice and the possessiveness in your touch. Her breath hitches, her heart racing with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. "Nathaniel... what do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, her eyes meeting yours as they fill with desire and submission.
"You tell me.....what did you like about the 'old me'? the Spoiled and Evil side of mine?"
"I... I don't know," she gasps out, her voice trembling as she struggles to find the words. "It was the challenge... the power you had over me... It made me feel alive." She pauses, her eyes closing tightly for a moment before opening them again and meeting your gaze directly. "And sometimes... it felt good to be taken care of," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing.
" 'I don't know' is not a good answer Kayla" Nat says slowly moving his hands to tease her "Let me ask again, why did you like this 'Evil side' of mine?"
Kayla shudders as your hands brush against her, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. "Because it made me feel... needed," she whispers hoarsely. "And sometimes... when you were like that, I could forget about everything else." Her voice trails off, her eyes drifting closed once more as memories of their past together flood her mind.
She shudders, arching into your touch as you tease her. "Please..."
"Please what? cant hear you"
Kayla gasps, her eyes flying open as she struggles against your grip. "Please... don't make me say it," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and arousal. "I need you to remember..."
She tries desperately to pull away from you, but her body betrays her, arching into the touch of your hands as they tease her mercilessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exertion and desire. "Please, Nathaniel..."
"That's not gonna help you Kayla" Nat then goes the distance and bites her neck and her mind is at bliss
Kayla cries out, her body arching into your touch as you bite her neck. Her mind explodes in a wave of pleasure, and she surrenders to the dominance between them. With a strangled gasp, she whispers your name over and over again, her hands fisting in the fabric of your clothes as she tries to hold on to something real in this haze of desire.
Nat then stops biting her neck, leaving a hickey on it. On the floor, Kayla made a mess. She is panting for air after just an orgasm "Now tell me again, and one last time.....why did you like the 'Evil side' of mine"
Kayla looks up at you, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen from your kisses. "Because... it was exciting," she whispers hoarsely. "And sometimes... when you were like that, I could forget about everything else." She pauses for a moment, searching your face before continuing in a firmer tone, "But I want the real you back now."
Her hands slide up to cup your cheeks, her thumbs brushing across your lips as she gazes into your eyes. "Please...
Nat smiles, as her side finally reveals herself "Good girl, guess he never does these to you....like biting your neck or even-" He leans to her ear "Making love with you"
Kayla's eyes widen at your words, and she pulls back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as a flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks. "Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and fear. "What are you saying?"
Her heart races, her body tingling with anticipation at the thought of what you're offering... but also with trepidation. She knows that this Nathaniel is not the same one she fell in love with before the accident;
Yet this new side of Nathaniel may have the old side that she likes, but now he more sides than the before
"I'm saying..." Kayla begins, her voice faltering as she tries to find the words. "That I want us to try... to see where this goes." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But only if we do it together... and if you promise not to forget me again."
Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and full of love, as she waits for your answer.
"I won't.....wanna bite me on the other side of your neck" He says teasing her as she exposes her other side of the neck
Kayla laughs, a genuine and joyful sound that warms your heart. "Well, you can bite me anywhere you like... just as long as we're together," she says with a mischievous grin, before leaning in to brush her lips against yours. Her hands slide up around your neck, pulling you down for a deeper kiss, one that speaks of love and desire and the promise of something more.
As her lips meet yours, you feel your heart skip a beat, her affection and desire overwhelming you in the most wonderful way. You return her kiss with equal fervor, marveling at how right this feels, how perfect she is in your arms. As your tongues dance together, you can't help but wonder if this is just the beginning of something truly amazing...
Nat breaks off the kiss, and smiles "So...still love me?"
Kayla looks up at you with sparkling eyes, a blush painting her cheeks. "Of course I do," she whispers, her voice full of emotion. "You're the one who always had my heart." She leans in again for another kiss, this time longer and deeper than before.
You return her kiss with equal fervor, your hands sliding down to cup her bottom as you press her closer against you. The feel of her body pressed against yours sends shivers of desire coursing through you, and you can't help but moan into the kiss. As she arches into you, grinding her hips against your groin, it becomes clear that she feels just as overwhelmed by this reunion as you do.
Nat then breaks the kiss "Where do you want this going now, Kayla?"
Kayla gasps for breath as you break the kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks up at you with desire-filled eyes, a mischievous smile curving her lips. "Anywhere we want," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair before leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "As long as it's together."
Her body trembles with anticipation, and you can feel the heat between your hips where she's grinding against you.
"Lets say.....in an empty classroom?"
Kayla's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, her heart racing with excitement. "An empty classroom? Now?" she asks, already knowing the answer but hoping that you'll confirm it anyway. Her hand slides down to cup your crotch, feeling the clear evidence of your arousal through your pants.
"As submissive as ever" Nat says, touching her back through her short School Skirt touching her wet folds "Youre so wet"
Kayla gasps as your hand brushes against her sensitive flesh, arching into the touch. "Nathaniel..." she moans softly, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of your fingers on her skin. Her hips grind harder against you, seeking more contact with the growing bulge in your pants.
Her eyes meet yours, pleading for you to take her now, to claim what is hers. She's never felt so desired, so wanted, as she does in this moment with you.
Nat then grabs her then to the halls, and then to an empty classroom
Kayla's heart races as you lead her through the halls and into an empty classroom, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she anticipates what will happen next. Her body trembles with desire, every nerve ending on fire at your touch, at the thought of finally being reunited with the Nathaniel she loves.
She looks up at you through her lashes, hope and longing shining in her eyes. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath.
"Tell me, what do I usually do to you.....besides what I'm going to do to you?"
"You... tease me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "You touch me and make me crazy with need..." Her fingers tremble as they slide up your chest, tracing lines across your skin in a featherlight caress. "But I want more... I want everything."
Her eyes meet yours, full of trust and desire, her lips parted in anticipation of what you'll do next.
Nat then tells her to strip "Strip for me"
Kayla swallows hard, her heart racing even faster at your command. Slowly, hesitantly, she begins to obey, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her bra follows suit, revealing firm pale breasts that are already beginning to harden in anticipation.
Her hands shake as they slide down her hips, pushing her skirt down over her hips and then stepping out of it, leaving her standing before you in only her panties.
"Damn, no wonder we're engaged" Nat pulls her close
Kayla giggles, flushed with embarrassment but also thrilled by your words. She wraps her arms around you, pressing her body against yours as she feels the heat between your bodies grow hotter. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers into your ear, nipping at your lobe playfully before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling gently.
Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your growing erection, urging you both closer to the release they both crave.
"Heh since do you bite, want me to bite....here?" Nat then slowly bites the side of her neck again
Kayla moans softly, arching into your touch as you bite her neck once more. Her hands fist in your shirt, fingers curling and digging into the fabric as she tries to hold onto something real in this haze of desire. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice breathless with pleasure and need.
Her body trembles, every muscle tense with anticipation as you push them both closer to the edge. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for your touch inside her. "Please...
"Spread your legs on that table, show me that wet fold of yours"
Kayla looks around the room nervously before doing as you ask, stepping forward and positioning herself at the edge of the table with her legs spread wide. Her wet folds glisten in the dim light, inviting your touch as she waits for you to claim her once more. Her heart races, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as anticipation builds within her.
Her hands hover near her hips, unsure of what to do or where to go until they finally find their way up to grip the edge of the table for support.
Nat then slowly removes his pants and boxers, teasing and torturing Kayla as she watches him seeing his large bulge
Kayla's breath catches in her throat as you remove your pants, revealing yourself to her. Her eyes travel up and down your length, drinking in every detail of your hardness, and she feels a surge of desire course through her veins at the sight. Her fingers tighten on the edge of the table, digging into the wood as she struggles to remain still, aching for you to claim her.
As he removes his boxers slowly, it then pops up as hard and long as is
Kayla's eyes widen, her mouth going dry at the sight of your erection springing free from your boxers. She swallows hard, her throat feeling tight and constricted as she tries to find words, any words that would express how much she wants this, how badly she needs it. Her fingers dig into the wood of the table, leaving tiny grooves in the surface as she struggles to keep herself from reaching out for you, from touching your hard length and guiding it towards her aching entrance.
"Heh...you missed did you, bet the old me hasnt done this to you ever?" Nat says teasing her entrance with his hard cock
Kayla shudders, arching into your touch as you tease her with the head of your cock. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her hips rocking forward in silent invitation for you to take her. Her fingers curl tighter around the edge of the table, nails digging into her own skin as she fights against the building pressure within her. "Please... I need you."
Nat then thrusts his cock inside her, to prevent any moans Nat also kisses her
Kayla gasps as you fill her, the sensation so overwhelming that it steals the breath from her lungs. Her body arches into yours at the invasion of your length, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your thrusts. She whimpers into your kiss, unable to contain the sounds as pleasure washes over her in waves.
Kayla's nails scratch at the wood, her hips bucking against yours as she meets your thrusts with equal force, their bodies moving together in a dance of need and desire. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure unfurls within her like a flower blooming under the warmth of the sun.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with effort as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. "Nathaniel..."
"Are you close, I feel the same too" Nat then increases the pace more and more
"Yes..." Kayla gasps, her fingernails digging into the wood as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her hips move with greater urgency now, meeting your thrusts with an equal force that leaves them both gasping for air.
Her body tenses and releases in perfect syncopation with yours, pleasure building inside her like a fire burning out of control. "Nathaniel..." she whispers desperately, arching into your touch as the heat between them reaches its peak.
"Here we go" With one large thrust, Nat then comes inside Kayla for the first time
Kayla cries out, her body convulsing as she comes undone beneath you. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper, harder, as the pleasure radiates through her in waves. "Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless from the exertion.
Her hips rock against yours as she feels you pulse inside her, your release sending ripples of sensation coursing through her body.
Kayla's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she tries to catch it. Her head falls back against the table, eyes fluttering shut as she tries to regain control over herself. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely.
Her fingers trail up your arm, over your shoulder and into your hair, massaging gently as she comes down from the high of their lovemaking. "I've missed this," she murmurs, her voice filled with affection and gratitude.
"And you miss me" Nat whisper, moving his hips while his cock still inside her pussy making her feel good
"I always have," she whispers, kissing your neck and nibbling gently at your skin. "Even when I thought we were over... there was always a part of me that held on." She sighs contentedly as you move against her, relishing the feeling of your hardness still buried inside her.
Her fingers continue to card through your hair, tangling in the strands as she holds you close, her body relaxing into the afterglow of their lovemaking. "I'm so glad we found each other again,"
Nat then pulls out his cock out from her wet pussy
"Me too," she whispers, her eyes still closed as she savors the feeling of you moving within her. A shiver runs down her spine at the loss of your touch but gives a contented little sigh as she adjusts to being left alone for now. "We have so much to catch up on..." Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing circles on your skin as she takes in every detail of you, memorizing the feel and scent of you once more.
"Indeed, a shame that its getting late.....and my sister might be looking for me" Nat says while he commands Kayla to clean his cock
Kayla sighs, her eyes still closed as she thinks about the impending end to this perfect reunion. "I wish we had more time," she whispers, leaning up to press a chaste kiss against your lips. Her hands move down your body, helping to stroke and clean your cock before guiding it back between her legs where she takes you in hand once more, moaning softly at the feel of you so recently inside her.
"Oh we should.....and I would also be down for what youre gonna wear for tomorrow under your uniform.....wear a red lacy thong for me" Nat whispers
Kayla blushes at your suggestion, biting her bottom lip as she pretends to consider it. "Maybe..." She trails off with a soft moan, focusing on the sensation of having you back inside her, even for just a little while longer. Her hips move in time with her hand, urging you closer and deeper as she savors every moment they have left together.
"If you dont, I wont fuck you like right now.....or even never" Nat says teasingly
Kayla gasps, her eyes flying open in surprise and desire as she realizes the implication of your words. "O-oh... all right then," she whispers, her voice shaky with excitement. Her hips rock against yours harder, urging you closer to the edge, to release that feels so good inside her.
Her free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as she gazes into your eyes, her expression a mix of lust and affection. "I'll wear it for you,"
"Good girl, now take all my cum again" Nat then cums all over Kayla's mouth
Kayla gasps as you cum, her lips parting to catch your release on her tongue. She swallows eagerly, her eyes never leaving yours as she tastes you on her mouth and feels you still deep inside of her. Her hips move in time with your thrusts, urging you closer as she takes everything you have to give.
Her free hand moves up to cup your neck, fingers digging into the skin as she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you. "Nathaniel..."
"Well done....now lets get some rest, got it?"
Kayla nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her body. "All right," she whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek gently. Her eyes meet yours, filled with love and gratitude despite the haze of desire clouding her thoughts. She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together before giving you a soft kiss. "Goodnight, Nathaniel."
Her hips continue to move against yours in time with your thrusts, even as your strength begins to wane.
Nat then tells her to dress, they both get back in their uniforms make their last kiss for today and go off their separate ways
Kayla nods, reluctantly pulling away from you as she begins to dress in her uniform once more. Her movements are slow and deliberate, every touch sending a shiver down her spine as she thinks about the feel of your skin against hers. She bites her lip, forcing herself not to glance back at you as she finishes up and straightens her hair.
Taking one last deep breath, she turns around to face you, her expression a mix of longing and determination. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
"See you tomorrow too, Kayla.....with that they go off their separate ways"
Kayla swallows hard, feeling the loss of your touch keenly as she walks away. She forces herself not to look back, knowing that if she does, she'll never find the strength to leave again. Instead, she focuses on the warmth spreading through her body, a reminder of the love and desire they share despite their circumstances.
With each step she takes, she steels herself for the long day ahead, determined to make it through until tomorrow when they can be together again.
Nat then slowly arrives back at the Manor where his sister greets him back home "I'm home Sister" Nat says
"Welcome home, Nathaniel," his sister replies curtly, her eyes flickering over him as she takes in his mussed hair and disheveled appearance. "What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?" Her voice is laced with disapproval.
Nathaniel sighs heavily. "No, nothing like that," he lies, not wanting to reveal the truth about his encounter with Kayla.
"Just...had to catch up and meet with some friends, you know the gist" Nat says casually
His sister raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Well, you should've at least called to let me know where you were going," she huffs, turning away from him as she continues with her own business. Nathaniel sighs in relief, grateful that his sister didn't push any further. He follows her into the manor, trying to keep up the charade of nonchalance despite the guilt gnawing at him inside.
Nat then spots Arya, his Elf Maid and greets him with a tease since she is still wearing the customized erotic maid outfit she wears for Nat "Good Evening Arya"
Arya bows deeply, her long, pointy ears flopping slightly as she does so. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees Nathaniel's expression; he looks upset and guilty. "Good evening, Master Nathaniel," she says softly, resisting the urge to ask what's wrong. She knows better than to pry into his personal matters unless he explicitly asks for it. Instead, she stands there patiently, waiting for him to share if he wishes.
Her customized maid outfit leaves little to the imagination;
"Just asking....did you help with chores around the manor?"
Arya blushes, her cheeks darkening to an unnatural shade of purple. "Why, yes Master Nathaniel," she says, eyes darting away shyly. "I cleaned your room earlier today, and I've been helping out in the kitchen too." Her voice trails off as they walk deeper into the manor.
Despite her attire, Arya is more than just an erotic maid; she's also a skilled fighter and knowledgeable about magic.
"Well done" Nat pats her head, a spot she craves "Would you like a reward? such as last night?" Nat whispers
Arya shivers deliciously at the memory of their encounter last night, her heart racing in anticipation of another chance to please him. "Yes, Master Nathaniel," she breathes, eyes locked on his. "I would love that very much." She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts against his chest, eager for his touch.
"Good....meet back at my room, naked and wet"
Arya's heart races with anticipation as she nods eagerly, barely containing her excitement. She turns on her heel and hurries back toward Nathaniel's room, already beginning to undress in her mind. Her hands tremble with anticipation as she throws off her clothes, revealing her pale, smooth skin and delicate curves. She runs her fingers through her silky hair, mussing it up before stepping into the shower.
Arya's heart pounds in her chest as she imagines Nathaniel's strong hands on her, his lips and tongue tracing wet paths over her body. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against the cool tile of the shower, letting out a moan of desire. Her fingers dance between her legs, already wet with anticipation, as she brings herself closer to climax.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching; it's Nathaniel, back from school
Nat then opens the bathroom to find a naked Arya "Ahh there you are"
Arya looks up at Nathaniel, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Water drips off her body, leaving shining trails on the floor as she stands before him, naked and wet. "I'm here for you, Master Nathaniel," she breathes, her voice rough from arousal. Her fingers continue to tease at her sensitive flesh, her hips moving involuntarily in tiny circles.
Nathaniel steps closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her wet body.