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  The door opened, and Leo's breath caught in his throat.

  Sera stood in the doorway. Her hair hung loose and damp past her shoulders, dark with water, dripping onto the packed earth floor. She wore only her thin linen shift, and it clung to her body where her skin was still wet.

  He could see the shadow of her nipples through the fabric. The dark triangle between her thighs.

  Finally.

  "What's that?" Sera asked, not moving from the threshold. Her eyes had found the cy jar in his hands.

  "A gift," Leo turned it slowly, letting the candlelight catch the faded bel. "From Gwen's shop in Rockhaven."

  Her brow furrowed - that little crease between her eyebrows that appeared whenever she was puzzled or annoyed. He'd learned to read that crease over the past weeks. Right now it said confused more than irritated.

  "You bought medicine? For what?"

  "Not medicine," he smiled. "Oil. For a massage."

  "Massage?" The word came out ft. She didn't understand.

  "Rubbing the tension out of sore muscles," he expined, keeping his voice casual. Like this was perfectly normal and not something that was making his cock twitch against his thigh. "Shoulders. Back. Wherever you're aching."

  He let his gaze travel down her body. He didn’t have to say anything, and Sera still managed to understand.

  The flush hit her cheeks immediately. A deep pink that spread down her throat and disappeared beneath the neckline of her shift. Her fingers twisted in the hem of the fabric, a nervous habit he'd noticed before.

  "You want to... rub oil on me?" Her voice had gone higher. “Where did you learn all those odd things?”

  "It’s literally written on the bel, Sera. Come here, I want to make you feel good," Leo patted the new wool bnket spread across the bed.

  She didn't move. Her eyes darted from the jar to the bed to his face, and Leo could practically see her thoughts racing, shifting between the confusion, the curiosity she was trying to hide, and the arousal she probably didn't even recognize yet.

  "Leo, that's... people don't just..."

  "They do," he kept his voice gentle. "You've been working the fields. Fighting in the dungeon. Your body deserves some care."

  "I don't know how to…"

  "You don't have to know anything," he held out his hand. "Just let me."

  Sera took a step. Then another. The shift swayed around her thighs as she moved, and Leo tracked every motion - the bounce of her breasts beneath the thin fabric, the flex of muscle in her calves, the way she bit her lower lip when she was nervous.

  When she reached the edge of the bed, she stopped, looking down at him.

  Leo let himself look back. Let her see the hunger he wasn't bothering to hide anymore.

  "Before we start," he said, and heard his own voice drop lower. "I want you to take that off."

  Her breath caught. He watched her throat move as she swallowed.

  "My shift?"

  "Yes. I want to see you properly."

  "But…"

  "Every time there's been something in the way," Leo leaned back on his elbows, making it clear he intended to watch. " Fabric. Darkness. Tonight I want to look at my wife. All of her."

  The word wife nded. He saw something soften behind her eyes. She seemed to like when he called her that. He filed the information away for ter.

  Her fingers found the hem of the shift. They were trembling.

  "Don't rush," Leo said. "I want to watch you do it."

  "You're…" Sera huffed, that familiar irritation flickering across her face, but it was undercut by the flush on her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "You're impossible."

  "So you keep telling me."

  The linen rustled as she drew it upward. Leo watched. Drank in every inch of skin as it was revealed.

  Her thighs first - thick and strong from fieldwork, pale where the sun never touched. The dark thatch of hair between them, slightly damp. Her hips fring wide, soft belly above them, the gentle curve he wanted to trace with his tongue.

  Higher. Past her ribs. And then…

  Her breasts spilled free as the shift cleared them, and Leo forgot how to breathe.

  They were heavy and full, hanging with a natural weight that made his mouth water. The areos were a dusky pink, puckered in the cool air, her nipples already stiffening into hard little peaks. A scattering of faint freckles across the upper swell.

  The shift caught in her damp hair as she pulled it over her head. She tugged it free, tossed it aside, and then she was standing before him, completely bare.

  Leo's cock throbbed against his thigh, fully hard now, straining against the rough fabric of his trousers. He didn't try to hide it. Let her see what she did to him.

  Sera’s hands twitched at her sides, fighting the urge to cover herself. She was blushing so hard he could see the color spreading down her chest, painting the tops of her breasts pink.

  "Don't," he said when her arms started to rise. "Don't cover anything. I want to see."

  She froze. Stood there, trembling slightly, while he looked his fill.

  Her waist, nipping inward before fring to those wide hips. The roundness of her belly was soft in a way that made Leo want to bury his face there. The dark curls between her thighs, hiding the pce he most wanted to touch. Her strong legs. Her small feet on the packed earth floor.

  "Sera," his voice came out hoarse. "You're beautiful."

  She made a sound - half ugh, half whimper. Her blush deepened.

  "That's embarrassing."

  "It's the truth," he sat up, reaching for her hand. "Now come here. Lie down on your stomach."

  Her fingers were cool when they slipped into his. He guided her onto the bnket, positioned her face-down, her cheek pressed to the soft wool. Her arms folded beneath her head. Her breasts pressed into the bed, spilling slightly to the sides. And her back - the long curve of her spine, the dimples above the swell of her ass - was id out before him like a feast.

  Leo stripped himself before straddling her thighs, settling his weight carefully. His cock pressed against her bare ass, and he heard her breath hitch.

  Not yet, he told himself. This is her first time. I can’t rush.

  He uncorked the jar and poured oil into his palm, more than he needed, and rubbed his hands together to warm it.

  "It smells..." Sera's voice was muffled against the bnket.

  "Good?" He pressed his palms ft against her shoulder bdes, and she shivered beneath him. "The shopkeeper said it heats up with friction."

  He started working.

  His thumbs dug into the knots beside her spine, and he felt them loosen under his hands, felt her muscles unknot as he worked the oil into her skin.

  "Nnh..."

  The sound that escaped her was small. Leo smiled and pressed harder.

  "There?" He asked, finding a particurly stubborn knot beneath her left shoulder bde.

  "Yes…" Her voice was strained. "Right there. Don't stop."

  His hands traveled down her back. The ridges of her spine. The dip of her waist. The warm, oil-slicked skin that grew hotter under his palms with every pass.

  The oil was working as advertised, heating with friction until her skin felt flushed and tingling wherever he touched. He could feel the warmth radiating up into his hands.

  When he reached the small of her back, he let his thumbs trace those dimples above her ass. She shivered again.

  "Still okay?" Leo murmured.

  "Mm.”

  His hands slid lower, over the swell of her ass, and it was perfect, round and full and filling his palms as he squeezed. Sera gasped, her hips twitching against the bnket. He kneaded the firm flesh, spreading the oil, letting his fingers dip into the cleft between her cheeks just enough to make her squirm.

  Then down to her thighs. The thick muscle there, strong from walking and working. He worked the tension out of them, but his touches weren't innocent anymore. His hands drifted inward, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, close to the heat he could feel radiating from between her legs.

  "Leo..." Sera’s voice was breathier now.

  "It’s just a massage," he said, though they both knew that was a lie.

  He worked his way back up. Over her ass again - another squeeze, another gasp from her - and up her sides. His thumbs brushed the outer curves of her breasts where they pressed against the bnket.

  She made another sound.

  "Turn over, Sera.”

  For a moment she didn't move. He could see the tension in her shoulders. Then, slowly, she rolled onto her back.

  Leo shifted to kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider to make room for himself. She let him. Her legs fell open, and he got his first real look at her cunt - pink and glistening, the lips slightly parted, a thread of wetness already visible in the dark curls.

  His cock ached.

  But her breasts drew his attention first.

  They y heavy against her chest, falling slightly to the sides with their own weight. The nipples were hard - tight pink peaks standing stiff in the cool air, practically begging for his mouth. He watched them rise and fall with her quickened breathing.

  "You're shaking," he observed.

  "I'm nervous. Don’t stare," Sera’s voice was small, vulnerable in a way he rarely heard from her.

  "Don't be," Leo poured more oil into his palm, warming it between his hands. The herbal scent filled the small room. "I've got you."

  His hands found her stomach first.

  She flinched at the initial contact, but didn't pull away. He stroked in slow circles, watching her muscles flutter beneath his palms. Traced the curve of her waist. The fre of her hips. Avoided the pces she most wanted him to touch.

  Her hips shifted restlessly.

  Not yet.

  His hands slid upward.

  When his palms cupped her breasts, Sera's back arched off the bed like she'd been shocked.

  "Ahh…!"

  Leo squeezed gently, feeling the heavy weight of her tits filling his hands, the oil making everything slippery and hot. Her nipples pressed into his palms, hard little points of sensation.

  He rolled them between thumb and forefinger. She whimpered, her hands flying up to grip his forearms. Not to push him away, just holding on.

  He pinched gently, watching her face contort.

  "Leo…please…"

  "Please what?"

  "I don't know…just…more…"

  Leo bent down. His mouth closed over her left nipple, and she cried out - a sharp, shocked sound that echoed off the wooden walls. He sucked, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak, tasting oil and the salt of her skin underneath. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt.

  "Nnhh…ah…Leo…!"

  He switched to the other breast. Lavished it with the same attention - licking, sucking, grazing with his teeth. Her hips were moving now, grinding against nothing, searching for friction she couldn't find.

  He released her nipple with a wet sound, lifting his head to look at her. Her eyes were unfocused. Her chest heaved. The peaks of her breasts glistened with his saliva, flushed and swollen from his attention.

  Beautiful.

  "Sera.”

  “Hmm?”

  Instead of answering, Leo shifted. He moved up her body, knees bracketing her ribs, until he was kneeling over her chest. His cock hung heavy between them, flushed and hard, the head already slick with precum. It bobbed inches from her face.

  Sera’s eyes went wide. But she only hesitated for just a second. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and the sight made his cock twitch.

  Then she opened her mouth. Leo guided himself in.

  The heat hit him first. Wet and soft and tight, her lips stretching around the head of his cock as he pushed forward. She made a muffled sound, surprise or discomfort, he couldn't tell, but she didn't pull away.

  "That's it," he breathed. "Just like that."

  He didn't thrust, just holding himself there, letting her adjust to the weight of him on her tongue. Her eyes were locked on his face, uncertain, waiting for instruction.

  "Suck," he said.

  She did. Her cheeks hollowed. The pressure around his cock increased, and Leo groaned, his head falling back. She was still a little clumsy, but the sight of her beneath him, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tits heaving with each breath, made up for any ck of technique.

  "Fuck…" He rocked his hips forward, feeding her another inch. She gagged, pulled back, then took him again. Deeper this time. "Use your tongue. Yeah, like that…"

  Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the ridge beneath. She found the slit at the tip, pped at the precum leaking there, and Leo's hips jerked involuntarily.

  "Careful," he managed. "I'll cum down your throat if you keep that up."

  Sera made a sound - something between a whimper and a moan - and sucked harder. Her hand came up to wrap around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The combination of sensations - wet heat and firm grip and the obscene slurping sounds she was making - pushed Leo dangerously close to the edge.

  Not yet.

  He pulled back. His cock slipped free of her lips with a wet pop, trailing a string of saliva and precum that connected them for a moment before breaking. Sera gasped, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and slick.

  "Did I do something wrong?" Her voice was hoarse.

  "No," Leo was already moving, shifting backward down her body. "I just want to taste you."

  "Taste…?"

  He settled between her thighs, spreading them wider. Her cunt was right there, pink and glistening, the lips swollen, a thread of wetness visible in the dark curls. The scent of her hit him, sharp, and musky.

  "Leo, wait…!" She tried to close her legs. "You can't. That's dirty…"

  "It’s not dirty," he held her thighs apart, firm but gentle. "It’s yours. And you did the same to me."

  Before she could protest further, he leaned in and licked.

  The first stroke was slow. Base to tip, parting her folds with his tongue, tasting the salt and sweetness of her arousal. She cried out, and her hips jerked against his face.

  "Oh! Oh god…"

  He licked again, finding her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. Her hands flew down, fingers tangling in his hair.

  "Leo. Leo, I can't…that's too…"

  He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

  Sera screamed. Her hips bucked up, grinding against his face. He held her down with one arm across her stomach and kept going - sucking, licking, flicking his tongue in patterns that made her writhe and sob. The sounds she made were incoherent. Her nails scraped his scalp hard enough to sting.

  It wasn’t like Leo had any experience. He was just following what he had seen on the internet, but was pleasantly surprised with the result.

  "Please. Something's…"

  He slid his tongue lower, finding her entrance, clenching around nothing, leaking slick onto his chin, and pushed inside.

  The taste intensified. He pleasured her with his tongue, shallow thrusts that made her keen, while his thumb found her clit and rubbed in fast, tight circles.

  Her thighs cmped around his head. Her whole body went rigid.

  "Leo! LEO! I'm…!"

  She came against his mouth. The gush of wetness coated his lips and chin, and Sera’s scream broke into sobbing gasps. He licked her through it, gentling his touch as the tremors faded, drinking everything she gave him.

  When he finally lifted his head, his face was soaked. His cock was painfully hard now.

  Sera y sprawled beneath him, trembling. Her eyes were closed. Her chest heaved. She looked wrecked.

  Perfect.

  "Ready?" he asked.

  "For...?" Her eyes fluttered open, dazed.

  "For me."

  He crawled up Sera’s body, positioning himself between her thighs. His cock found her entrance easily. She was so wet, so swollen and ready. The head nudged against her opening, and she tensed.

  "Wait," her hands pressed against his chest. "Wait, I need…"

  "I've got you," Leo kissed her forehead, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. "Tell me if it's too much."

  He pushed forward. The first inch was resistance.

  Sera’s body fought him, tight muscles cmping down against the intrusion despite how wet she was. He felt her entrance stretch around the head of his cock, watched her face contort, brow furrowing, teeth sinking into her lower lip.

  "Ow!" The sound slipped out before she could stop it. "Ow, Leo, it's…"

  "I know," he held still, every muscle trembling with the effort. "Breathe. Let me in."

  She drew a shaky breath. Let it out. He felt her rex, just enough, and sank another inch.

  "Ahh!" Her nails dug into his shoulders. "It's too big!"

  "You're doing so well. Just a little more," he kissed her again, swallowing her whimper.

  Another inch. Her face twisted, and he could see the pain there, the kind that came from being stretched for the first time. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes.

  Leo’s heart clenched at the sight.

  "Leo…" Her voice cracked. "I…"

  “Do you want me to stop? If it’s too much…”

  “I…” Sera shuddered, taking another deep breath. “I’m fine. We’re married, this is…Just go on.”

  "Alright," he reached between her trembling legs, found her clit, and rubbed. "Focus on this. Just this."

  She gasped. The pain in her expression warred with something else, pleasure bleeding through despite the discomfort. Leo kept rubbing, kept pressing forward in tiny increments, working himself deeper while distracting her with his fingers.

  "That's it," he murmured. "Taking me so well. Almost there."

  "It's…" She gasped as he sank another inch. "I feel so full…"

  Leo’s jaw was clenched. She was impossibly tight, her walls gripping him like they were trying to push him out even as they pulled him deeper. "Just a little more, Sera. You can do this."

  He pushed. The moment he bottomed out, hips flush against hers, cock buried to the hilt, she let out a sound that was half sob, half moan. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Tears tracked down her temples, disappearing into her hair.

  "There," he breathed. "All of it. You took all of it."

  Sera didn't respond. She just y there, trembling, adjusting to the invasion. He could feel her pulse around him, trying to accommodate his size.

  "Sera," he kissed a tear from her cheek. "Talk to me. How does it feel?"

  "Full," the word came out strangled. "It... it hurts, but..."

  She shifted her hips experimentally and gasped.

  "Oh…"

  "Good or bad?"

  "I don't…" She moved again. Her brow furrowed, but not in pain this time. "It's... it doesn't hurt as much now. It's..."

  She rocked her hips. Took him half an inch deeper.

  "Oh."

  The sound was different - surprised, pleased.

  There it is.

  "Can I move?" Leo asked.

  Sera nodded.

  He pulled back slowly and watched her face. Her breath caught at the drag, her walls clinging to him like they didn't want to let go. Then he pushed forward again.

  The moan that escaped her was nothing like the sounds of pain from before.

  "Was that good?" he asked.

  "You…You can do that again…"

  He did. Pulled back, then pushed forward in a slow, steady rhythm, giving her time to adjust between each stroke. Her face was transforming beneath him, pain melting into something else. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes unfocused.

  "Leo…" She gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. "It's... it feels..."

  "Tell me."

  "It’s starting to feel…good," the word came out on a moan. "It feels good. You can move faster…please…"

  Leo’s pace increased, each thrust driving deeper. Sera was loosening around him now, her body adapting, her cunt growing slicker with every stroke. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room - obscene, rhythmic, punctuated by her rising moans.

  "There!" Her eyes flew wide. "Right there. Don't stop!"

  He'd found it, that spot inside her that made her whole body jerk. He focused on it, adjusting his hips, hitting it with every thrust.

  "Yes! Yes! Leo...fuck…!"

  She'd never cursed before. The word sounded filthy in her mouth, wrong and perfect all at once. It snapped something in him.

  His hips smmed forward, driving into her hard enough to shove her up the bed. She screamed, and locked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The bed frame crashed against the wall. The wool bnket bunched beneath them.

  "Sera. You feel so good," he was rambling, barely coherent. "So tight…so wet…"

  "Don't stop," she was sobbing now, but not from pain. "I…I think I'm close…"

  His thumb rubbed her clit in hard, fast circles. He felt her walls start to clench - rhythmic contractions that signaled she was about to reach orgasm.

  "Come for me," he whispered. "Come on my cock, Sera…"

  Sera shattered.

  “Leo!!”

  Her whole body seized. Her cunt cmped down on him, milking his cock in waves. She screamed his name, and he felt wetness gush around him, soaking his balls, dripping onto the bnket beneath them.

  "Sera!"

  He buried himself deep and followed her over the edge.

  The orgasm tore through him, hot pulses of cum flooding her cunt, filling her up while she still spasmed around him. He groaned through it, hips jerking, emptying everything he had into her body.

  When it finally faded, he colpsed. His weight pressed her into the mattress. Both of them slick with sweat and oil, trembling, breathing in ragged gasps. His cock softened slowly inside her, and he felt his cum start to leak out around the base, pooling between her thighs.

  The candle guttered in its pool of melted wax. Shadows shifted on the ceiling. Leo had helped Sera clean up her body, and then his own, before settling back on their bed.

  "Leo?" Her voice was hoarse.

  "Mm?"

  "That was..."

  "Yeah," he pressed his lips to her hair. "I know."

  Her hand found his in the dark. Their fingers intertwined, warm and perfect. Sera's breathing deepened against his chest. She was asleep within minutes.

  Leo stayed awake a while longer. Stroking her hair. Feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his. Thinking about the life he was building in this new world - the wife in his arms, the skill in his head, the dungeon waiting to be explored.

  Not bad, he thought. Not bad at all.

  The candle finally died, leaving them in darkness. Leo closed his eyes and let sleep take him.