I stirred awake to the warm sunlight filtering through the curtains and small window, the soft light illuminating the room. I glanced over at Emily, who was still asleep beside me, a perverted smile playing on my lips as I noticed she was naked. The blanket had slipped lower as we slept, revealing the creamy expanse of her modest breasts, her skin, her sensual shoulders.
I wondered, 'gosh, she's so cute'. Her auburn hair was extremely unkempt, unsurprising given last night's activities. The sight of her pink nipples was quite mesmerising. I felt the urge to grab and squeeze her breasts in each of my hands. But I didn't trust myself to stop at just that.
'Sigh.'
Instead, I poked her cheek gently, and she stirred awake, her brow furrowing as she opened her eyes slowly. Her hazy gaze focused on me, and she looked around the room before finally looking back at me, locking eyes with mine. For a few seconds, she just stared, then her face reddened in embarrassment as the realization slowly dawned on her.
"Hello," I said, trying to keep my tone light and nonchalant.
She didn't reply for a few seconds, her expression still clouded by sleep. But eventually, she stammered, "Did... did we..." The question was almost innocent, it was easy to guess what she wanted to ask.
"Have sex? What do you think?" I asked, chuckling softly as I leaned my head against my palm, elbow on the bed.
Her face exploded into a crimson color, and she finally realized she was completely naked. She pulled the sheets up to cover her bare breasts, her movements awkward as she sat there, collecting her thoughts.
I got up from the bed, leaving her to process everything that had happened. I went up to the basin, washed my face, and put on some fresh clothes. When I turned back to look at her, I was surprised to find her still sitting there, still looking dazed.
"Do you regret it?" I asked, genuinely curious. And a little bit afraid of her answer.
She flinched, taking a few seconds to respond before saying, "No... it's just, I lost my awareness after cumming the first time, and it felt so good. But it still feels surreal, like a dream."
I told her, "Well, If you want to experience that dream again, we can go again. You know..."
Her blush deepened, and she shook her head, saying, "We need to get breakfast."
She got up from the bed, the sheets flowing down, leaving her completely exposed. I stared at her petite form, her sensual breasts, the curve of her ass, and the glimpse of her pussy that I had claimed yesterday. I felt a certain part of me rising up to the occasion.
'Not the time lil bro!'
She picked up her clothes, putting on her black lace panties first, sliding them into place one leg at a time, then pulling them up her waist, her cunt disappearing from my leering gaze. My eyes lingered on the sight, remembering how tightly I had clutched onto her waist as I lost myself and plunged into her with force.
She put on her negligee, and finally wrapped her nightgown around her waist, tying the straps into place. I finally realized I was staring too long, and a soft, embarrassed smile spread across my face.
'Damn, she turns me on.'' My dick was rock hard again, straining against my pants. 'Am I falling for her? No. Fuck me! Being a virgin, in two lives even, doesn't help. Wait, I'm not a virgin anymore. Still though.'
'Sigh.'
She walked towards me, with a slight limp in her step, she was probably still a bit sore. Maybe me thinking I was being gentle yesterday was all a delusion. Emily stopped in front of me, looking rather calm, and seemingly unfazed by my earlier gaze while she was changing.
She said, "I'm going to take a hot bath in the baths," and then leaned into me, placing her hands on my chest for a deep, lingering kiss. Then, she left the room, leaving me dazed and hard.
'Sigh. I feel like I've been sighing a lot?'
I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. The kiss had been unexpected, but it only added to the intensity of the morning. I watched her go, a smile playing on my lips. She seemed less flustered than before, a hint of pink still on her cheeks but a sparkle in her eye.
...
Later, I walked down the stairs of the inn with Emily, who had freshened up, heading towards the first floor. I noted that the limp in her step had disappeared. 'She healed herself maybe.'
The floor was mostly empty, save for a few regulars who had come in for breakfast. We both approached Beatrice, who was writing into a ledger of some sort. She looked up at us as we arrived at the counter, and a mischievous smile crept its way up her face.
Emily walked up to Beatrice, while I stayed back to let them talk, only waving at the innkeeper behind the counter. Beatrice leaned in, placing her hand beside her mouth, and whispered something that I could easily overhear despite her attempts to be discreet.
"I see you had quite a 'busy' night," she said in a teasing voice, the meaning in her words all too clear.
It took Emily a moment to get what she meant, and then it slowly dawned on her. It was quite cute, how she went from bewildered to crimson red. Her eyes widened, and she stammered, "How did you...!?"
Beatrice chuckled, saying, "Well, if you don't want people to hear, maybe don't moan so loudly next time. The inn's walls are paper thin after all."
Emily blushed heavily, looking like she wanted to hide somewhere. I felt my own cheeks heating up in embarrassment, aware that our activities last night had been a bit louder than we'd intended. Still, knowing someone and maybe more people had hear us made me flustured.
'So embarrassing!'
Beatrice laughed out loud, seeming to enjoy our discomfort before leaving the matter. She asked, "So, are you two lovebirds here for breakfast? You must be hungry after all that activity."
I cleared my throat, trying to think of a witty response to deflect from the awkwardness. But Emily beat me to it, answering quickly, "Y-yes, please. We could both use a hearty meal after...."
Beatrice nodded, her smile growing wider. "Of course, darlings. I'll get you set up with some of my famous pancakes and bacon. And perhaps a little extra coffee to help with the morning-after jitters?"
I blinked, surprised by the question. "Wait, there's coffee here?" I asked, genuinely curious. Maybe there were more similarities between Athellion and earth than I had thought.
Beatrice chuckled, nodding. "Of course, dear. Where do you think people get their energy from in the mornings?"
"Right," I said, a bit flustered. "Yes, please. Coffee would be great."
We took our seats at the same table we had occupied yesterday, the familiarity of it making us feel more comfortable. As we settled in, Emily looked at me, her expression thoughtful. She hadn't asked about my reasons for coming to the capital yet, and now seemed like the perfect time for me to start talking.
"So," she began, her voice soft but curious. "You've never really told me why you came to the capital. What are your plans here?"
I leaned back in my chair, a relaxed smile on my face. "Oh yeah. I actually came to take the selection exam to enter the Royal Academy."
Emily's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "The Royal Academy? But... only the best of the best are accepted there. Is your talent that good, or do you come from a noble family?" I could feel her scrutinizing gaze on me.
Of course, at first glance, anyone would see me as a weakling. There was nothing about my appearance that screamed strength.
I shook my head, keeping my answer simple. "Well, my talent is decent enough to earn a place there. " 'I think.' I added in my head.
Her gaze lingered on mine, and I saw a flicker of admiration in her eyes. She seemed impressed, and I couldn't help but feel a little proud. The Royal Academy was a prestigious institution, the most prestigious around and getting in was no small feat. It was one of the main reasons I had come to the capital, and seeing Emily's reaction made me even more motivated to succeed.