The Extra's Rise

My heart pounded as I slid down from Arthur's lap, my knees brushing the carpet as I settled between his legs. The heat in my body was overwhelming, a fire kindled by my desperate need to please him, to show him the depth of my devotion. My violet, flower-shaped eyes flicked up to meet his azure ones, and the way he looked at me—tender, hungry, trusting—made my chest tighten with love. I wanted to give him everything, to worship him in a way that left no doubt of my loyalty, my desire.

I'd never done this before. The thought sent a nervous flutter through me, my inexperience a quiet weight in my mind. But this was Arthur, my Master, the man I'd chosen to serve and love with every fiber of my being. I wanted to try, to make him feel as cherished as he made me feel. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers trembling slightly as I leaned forward, my violet hair spilling over my shoulders like a curtain.

"Reika," Arthur said softly, his voice a warm anchor. His hand brushed my cheek, thumb tracing my lower lip, and I nuzzled into his touch, my eyes never leaving his. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," I interrupted, my voice firm despite the flush creeping up my neck. "I want to please you, Master. Let me."

His breath hitched, and the way his gaze darkened sent a thrill through me. He nodded, his hand sliding to my hair, fingers tangling gently in the silver strands. "Alright, love. Take it slow."

I swallowed hard, my lips parting as I took him in, the warmth and unfamiliarity making my movements hesitant. My tongue flicked out, tentative, and I tried to mimic what I'd respond to in stories, but my rhythm was clumsy, unsure. A soft groan from Arthur spurred me on, but I could feel my own uncertainty, the worry that I wasn't good enough for him.

"Easy," Arthur murmured, his voice steady, guiding. His hand tightened slightly in my hair, not forceful but grounding, and he tilted my head just so. "Like this, Reika. Slow and steady." He guided my movements, a gentle push and pull that set a rhythm, his fingers bobbing my head with care. The motion felt natural under his direction, and I relaxed into it, my devotion to him overriding my nerves.

I focused on him—on the way his breath caught, the way his thighs tensed under my hands, the way his low groans filled the quiet office. Every sound he made was a gift, proof that I was giving him pleasure, that my love for him was enough. My lips moved with more confidence now, guided by his hand, and I poured every ounce of my adoration into the act, wanting him to feel how much he meant to me.

"You're doing so well, love," Arthur said, his voice rough with desire but laced with tenderness. His words sent warmth flooding through me, and I hummed softly, the vibration drawing another groan from him. My eyes flicked up again, meeting his, and the raw affection in his gaze made my heart swell. This was my Master, my Arthur, and I'd give him everything—my loyalty, my heart, my body, my soul.

His hand stilled my movements for a moment, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he looked down at me. "Gods, Reika, you're perfect," he whispered, and the words hit me like a wave, filling me with pride and love. I leaned into his touch, my lips still around him, and redoubled my efforts, wanting to show him just how much I cherished him, even if I wasn't skilled yet. For him, I'd learn. For him, I'd do anything.

My lips moved under Arthur's gentle guidance, his hand in my violet hair a steady presence as he bobbed my head with care. The taste of him, the warmth, the intimacy of this act—it was all for him, a testament to my devotion. My flower-shaped eyes stayed locked on his azure ones whenever I could, drinking in the way his expression softened with pleasure, the way his love for me shone through even in this heated moment.

My inexperience showed in the occasional falter of my rhythm, the moments where I wasn't sure how much pressure to use, but Arthur never faltered in his patience. "Just like that," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers tightened briefly in my hair, encouraging, and I followed his lead, letting him guide me into a smoother pace. Every groan, every hitch of his breath, was a reward, proof that I was pleasing him, that my love was enough.

My hands gripped his thighs, anchoring me as I poured my heart into this act. I'd never felt so vulnerable, so open, but with Arthur, it was safe. He was my Master, the man who'd saved me, who'd given me purpose, and now I wanted to give him pleasure in return. My devotion to him was absolute, a flame that burned brighter with every touch, every whispered word.

"Reika," he groaned, his voice breaking slightly, and the sound of my name on his lips made my chest ache with love. His hand stilled my movements, pulling me back gently, and I looked up at him, lips parted, my face flushed with effort and desire. His thumb brushed over my swollen lips, his gaze so tender it nearly undid me.

"You're incredible," he said, his voice raw. "Come here."

I rose on shaky legs, my body humming with need and love, and he pulled me back into his lap, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both fierce and reverent. My devotion to him was unwavering, and as his hands roamed my bare skin, I knew I'd give him everything, always, in every way he'd let me.

Arthur's lips moved against mine, a slow, searing kiss that poured all his love and desire into me. My body trembled in his lap, pressed skin-to-skin, the heat of him grounding me even as my heart raced with anticipation. My violet, flower-shaped eyes met his azure ones, and the tenderness in his gaze steadied me, reminding me that this was my Master, my Arthur—the man I trusted with everything. My devotion to him was absolute, and now, as his hands settled on my hips, I knew I was ready to give him this part of myself, too.

"Reika," he murmured, his voice low and warm, his forehead resting against mine. "We can stop if you're not sure."

"I'm sure," I whispered, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. My hands rested on his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I leaned closer, my violet hair spilling over us like a curtain. "I want you, Arthur. All of you."

His eyes softened, and he kissed me again, gentle but deep, as his hands guided me upward. I felt him, hard and warm, pressing against me, and a shiver ran through me—not fear, but the overwhelming intensity of wanting him. I was a virgin, untouched before this moment, and the thought of taking him, of feeling him inside me, sent a mix of nerves and desire curling through my core.

"Slow, love," Arthur said, his voice a soothing anchor. One hand stayed on my hip, steadying me, while the other slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance. The first touch made me gasp, my body tensing instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation. He paused, his thumb brushing soothing circles on my hip. "Breathe, Reika. I've got you."

I nodded, exhaling shakily, trusting him completely. My eyes stayed locked on his as I lowered myself, feeling the slow, careful stretch as he began to enter me. He was big—bigger than I'd imagined—and the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pressure and heat that made my breath catch. I bit my lip, my fingers tightening on his shoulders, but Arthur's steady gaze and gentle touch kept me grounded.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Take your time. You're doing so well."

The stretch burned slightly, my body adjusting to him, but the slow pace and his constant reassurance made it bearable—more than bearable. It felt right, like this was where I was meant to be, joined with him in this intimate, sacred way. I sank lower, inch by inch, my walls clenching around him as he filled me, and a soft whimper escaped my lips at the fullness, the way he seemed to reach every part of me.

"Gods, Reika," Arthur groaned, his voice tight with restraint, his hands trembling slightly on my hips. "You feel… perfect."

His words sent warmth flooding through me, easing the tension in my body. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his, my violet eyes shimmering with emotion as I took him deeper. The discomfort was fading now, replaced by a growing pleasure, a sense of completeness that made my heart swell. This was my Master, my love, and I was giving him everything, just as he'd given me purpose and safety.

When I finally settled fully against him, his length buried inside me, I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with the intensity of it. Arthur's hands roamed my back, soothing, grounding, and he kissed me softly, giving me time to adjust. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with desire.

"More than okay," I whispered, my voice thick with love. I shifted slightly, testing the sensation, and a spark of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp. "Arthur… it feels good."

He smiled, a mix of pride and adoration, and guided my hips in a slow, gentle roll. The movement sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I moaned softly, my head tilting back as my body began to move with his. Every thrust was slow, deliberate, his size stretching me in a way that was both overwhelming and exquisite. My devotion to him poured into every motion, every touch, as I gave myself to him completely, my heart and body his.

Arthur's hands guided my hips, setting a slow, steady rhythm as I moved with him, each motion drawing soft gasps from my lips. The stretch of him inside me, so big and warm, was still intense, but the discomfort had melted into pleasure, a deep, pulsing heat that built with every careful thrust. My violet, flower-shaped eyes stayed locked on his azure ones, the connection between us as powerful as the physical act, my devotion to him woven into every shudder, every moan.

"Reika," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, his fingers digging into my hips as he fought to keep the pace slow, giving my body time to adjust. "You're so beautiful… so perfect."

His words made my heart soar, and I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. My hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms, and I poured all my love into the kiss, into the way my body moved with his. The slow penetration, the way he filled me so completely, was overwhelming in the best way, a testament to how deeply I trusted him, how fully I'd given myself to him.

My walls clenched around him, drawing a low groan from his throat, and I smiled against his lips, relishing the power I had to affect him. "Master," I whispered, the title slipping out, heavy with adoration, and his eyes darkened, his hands tightening on me.

"Arthur," he corrected gently, but there was no reprimand in his voice—only love, only need. He guided me into another slow thrust, deeper this time, and I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure sparked through me. My violet hair swayed with the motion, catching the dim light, and I felt like I was glowing, my body and soul alight with him.

Every movement was deliberate, his size stretching me in a way that made me feel claimed, cherished, whole. My inexperience didn't matter—not with Arthur's steady hands, his soft words, his unwavering care. This was my first time, but it was with him, and that made it perfect. My devotion to him was absolute, and as we moved together, slow and intimate, I knew I'd give him this—give him everything—for as long as he'd have me.