The World Is Mine For The Taking

"How is it?" I asked him.

He paused for a moment, eyes trailing over me, and then he answered.

"Your body is lewd."

A shiver ran down my spine at those words, but I smiled through it.

"Fufufu… I've been taking care of my body," I replied with a mix of pride and teasing in my voice. "It would be a waste if I looked anything less than tempting in a moment like this."

All those years of training, of moving with a sword, honing my strength and discipline, it had paid off. I had worked hard to make sure I was strong, agile, and yes… attractive. I didn't want to be anything less than desirable to him.

And now, seeing the way his eyes moved across my skin, I felt a deep, satisfying relief.

He wanted me.

He saw me as lewd. Beautiful. Appealing.

That alone made every drop of effort I'd put into myself completely worth it.

"Now then…" he said, shifting to lean on one elbow beside me. "I'm going to make you my woman now, Myrcella."

Hearing him say my name like that without the formal title 'Princess' sent my mind reeling.

I felt something sharp and hot coil in my chest.

"Yes," I whispered, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Make me."

With deliberate slowness, he reached for the top buttons of my corset and began undoing them, one by one.

The soft click of each button coming undone echoed in the room. My breath hitched as cool air brushed against my now-exposed skin.

Then, his hand slipped beneath the loosened fabric and cupped one of my breasts.

His palm was warm.

It was rougher than I expected, and the contrast against my soft skin sent a shiver straight down my spine.

My body jerked ever so slightly from the contact.

It felt... ticklish. Not overwhelmingly arousing at first, but enough to stir something unfamiliar inside me. It was like the flutter of wings against the walls of my chest.

"H-How was it?" I asked, my voice trembling more from nervousness than insecurity. "My breasts… they're not as big as your other girlfriends'. But it's not... disappointing, right?"

He let out a small, amused chuckle. "Yr's breasts are way smaller than yours," he said confidently. "So you don't have to worry. In fact… I actually prefer these. Modest, soft… they sit perfectly in my hand."

As he spoke, his fingers began to move, kneading my breast gently, then with a bit more purpose.

His touch was slow but steady, as though he was trying to learn the shape and texture of my body by memory.

The ticklish sensation morphed into a strange heat that crawled up my spine and settled deep in my stomach.

"Your nipple's already getting stiff under my hand," he said.

"Ah..." I muttered, looking away, "you don't have to be that descriptive."

But he just smiled, pulling the corset further down to expose both of my breasts completely. My nipples stood hard against the cool air.

They were sensitive and flushed.

"Well," he said softly, "I want to see more of your expressions. You're always so composed and always smiling that gentle smile of yours. But that's not enough for me. I want more, so I want to peel that calm away and see what lies underneath."

"I don't think there's anything amazing under there…" I whispered.

He leaned closer. "If that's what you really think, then let me fuck you, capture that face you make when I'm done breaking through all your restraint—and make you look at it. Then you tell me what you see."

Something about the way he said that made my heart pound violently in my chest. What would I look like? What kind of expression would he drag out of me?

As my mind swirled with questions, his hand suddenly traveled down my body.

I gasped when he pressed two fingers firmly against the front of my panties, right where my pussy throbbed with growing need.

"Mnnnn~…"

A strange, girlish sound slipped out of me before I could even register it, catching me off guard.

"You're… very sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured. He pulled his hand away and lifted it up between us. "And you're already soaking wet."

I stared as he spread his fingers apart, revealing a glistening strand of fluid stretched between them like a thread of sticky silk. The sight of my own arousal made me swallow hard.

"I don't know," I said quietly. "I've never really… felt excited before."

My skin was breaking out in goosebumps, and I could feel the heat radiating from between my thighs like a fire trapped beneath silk.

He slipped his hand back down again, but this time, his touch was firmer and more deliberate.

His fingers pressed against me through the fabric, sliding up to tease the sensitive top before dragging back down to the base. His hand was slow, purposeful, as if trying to map out my body inch by inch.

The amount of juices soaking my panties was overwhelming. I could feel it... the wetness clinging to every crease of fabric, spreading with every motion. Every firm press of his hand forced more of it to seep through, soaking the material, making his palm slick with my arousal.

"Ah… Nghh~!"

I couldn't stop the moan that broke free.

It was high-pitched and breathy.

It was so embarrassingly feminine that I wanted to cover my face.

My body trembled. I couldn't stop it.

The way he touched me... made it feel like I was melting from the inside out.

Was this… what sex felt like?

No.

This was just Leon's fingers.

He must be really good at this…

"Mnnnn~…"

I clenched my eyes shut and bit my lower lip, trying to keep the sounds from escaping. My whole body felt like it was about to short-circuit.

Then, out of nowhere, he gripped my panties and yanked them to the side, pulling them taut so that the fabric wedged harshly between the folds of my vagina.

"Hnnghhhh~!"

I cried out, my voice trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

The soaked fabric pressed right where it made my head spin, and the wetness only amplified the friction.

I could feel the gush of more fluids rushing out of me, dripping down my thighs, soaking everything below.

Then he moved it.

He shifted the wedged fabric side to side, dragging it across the most sensitive spot, hitting it with perfect pressure.

"Myrcella," he said. "Stick out your tongue."

Barely thinking, I obeyed.

I parted my lips and extended my tongue.

He leaned in and captured it with his own, swirling his tongue around mine, coaxing and caressing it in a slow, sensual kiss that made every nerve in my body scream. It was like he was trying to take over my entire mind through my mouth.

Everything... and I mean everything... from my chest, my core, my throat, down to my head—felt like it was being pushed past its limits. I could barely hold onto myself.

I was losing it.

Stars danced behind my eyes.

My vision went hazy.

My breath caught in my throat.

It was exploding—

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh~"

I couldn't hold back anymore. My body went stiff, then arched violently off the bed. I grabbed the sheets behind me and clutched them as hard as I could, trying to ground myself.

A flood of juices burst out of my vagina, soaking through my panties and into the bedsheets below.

I felt like I was flying.

If I hadn't been gripping the sheets for dear life, I was sure I would've floated off the bed completely.

"Haaa...~, haaaa~..."

I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling like I'd just gone through intense, punishing training.

"W-What was that...? Was that... what an orgasm feels like?"

"Yes," he said with a small smile. "I wish you could've seen your face when you came. You looked really good…"

"Hehhh~... Is that so?" I replied, my voice airy and dazed.

My mind felt completely blank, like it had short-circuited. I couldn't even process what was going on around me anymore.

"Then… make me show a lot more of those faces," I murmured.

I spread my legs open for him, inviting him in without a shred of hesitation.

"I'm ready for it."

"Alright then…" he muttered.

I could already see it in his eyes that he wanted to enter me now. His patience was hanging by a thread.

I wondered… what does sex really feel like?

My mother never had any sex before marrying my father, the King, and even then, the King's reproductive organ had already failed him. The only way they could produce an heir was through artificial means.

So I never got the chance to ask my mother how it would feel to be taken by a man.

And now… I was about to lose my virginity before my mother ever could. Hehehe… It sounded weird when I thought about it, but for some reason, I really liked that idea.

Once Leon had removed all his clothes, my eyes widened in surprise.

Even though he looked lean under his clothes and didn't appear that muscular at first glance… he actually had a really well-toned body. Firm, defined lines ran along his chest and abdomen. He was built in a way that didn't scream brute strength but radiated quiet power.

And then… my gaze dropped.

Something under his underwear shifted.

Something big.

"Eh…?"

When he pulled down his pants, it revealed itself.

It bounced up multiple times before finally standing straight.

This big… grotesque thing…

It was going to enter me.

And strangely enough, instead of feeling afraid or disgusted…

My heart started to melt with anticipation.