Even now, his movements were precise, almost surgical, her pectoral muscles receiving the benefit...

Even now, his movements were precise, almost surgical, her pectoral muscles receiving the benefit of Noah’s skill. There was no shortage of sensuality, playfulness. Sophia sensed Noah's amusement and fulfillment in his access to her womanly shelf. The way he played with her nipples was masterful, making her squirm and whimper in happiness.

As his hand slid back down her belly, she eagerly spread her legs for him. Like before, he ran his fingers along her creases, all to make her lips purse and tease her. She felt like her womanhood was being sculpted, like clay on a potter’s wheel. He wiggled his finger against the entrance, just the lightest tickle, a mere tease, but the change in her breathing and the sounds she made gave away her enjoyment.

He then directed his attention to her clitoris, erect from his touch and now begging to be toyed with. That single touch made her grab his wrist like a striking snake. Whether it was trust, pleasure, or affection, she immediately released him so that he could continue. Rotating, stroking, tickling, Noah pulled out all of the stops to pleasure her, turning her clitoris into a sexual lightning rod. She turned her head from side to side and arched her back, releasing a persistent whine.

While he diddled her with his fingers, he kissed her all over, tasting every inch of her softness and licking the oil off her naked body. He tongued her navel and kissed her belly, ran his lips across her ribs, and sucked on her breasts, pulling on her nipples with his lips and making her whimper in ecstasy. Noah took her hand and put it on her pussy, guiding her fingers to mimic his movements.

"Don’t stop, no matter what."

She understood his intent and took it from there. It was her first time playing with herself, something considered sinful in her faith, but she chased the sensations Noah gave her like a drug. Since she was busy, Noah stood up and got undressed. Sophia stared at him, pupils dilated from pleasure. They gazed at each other’s naked bodies, each liking what they saw.

"Sit up for a moment."

She obliged, sitting up on the bed so that Noah could get behind her. She leaned against him, her back against his chest. The feeling of so much bare skin touching, sweat and oil mixing between them, the heat of two bodies joining into a sexual bonfire; just a day ago, the experience would have made Sophia faint, but at the moment, she was happier than she had ever been.

She continued playing with herself with renewed vigor while Noah once more played with her breasts. He was less gentle than before, tweaking her nipples in different ways to gauge her reaction. At the same time, he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ears, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. Despite his efforts, he sensed Sophia doing everything she could to suppress her voice. He decided to push her. He returned his hand to between her legs, overlapping her hand. While she continued to play with her clit, he slipped his fingers inside her, penetrating her.

"My, you’re so wet. It feels like my fingers are slipping into a hot bath," he whispered in her ear.

She began to squirm, and when he found her G-spot, it took all of her strength to remain silent. Until now, she hadn’t been all that worried, but that was because the voice wasn’t leaving her room. If she got any louder, all the other cadets in the dorm would hear her. It was approaching, her first climax.

"Sophia," he whispered, "you don’t have to stifle yourself. Make whatever sounds you want."

"I… I… can’t." She had been open to everything thus far, focusing on the pleasure, but only because she dared not think of what would come next, what the following day would be like. Gossip, ridicule, judgment.

"The whole academy already knows you’re here, and they can guess what’s going on. Trying to keep quiet will just weigh down the moment. Let it out. Make every woman glare at you in envy and jealousy tomorrow. Let all the men know you came here willingly, that you made the choice to pursue your own happiness without shame. How often do any of them get to feel as good as you do now? Lord it over them. Put yourself above them, out of their reach, so that they may gaze up at you like a goddess."

The movements of his fingers became more forceful, attacking her G-spot rather than simply probing it. These sensations, their power, they scared Sophia, making her feel like the ground was coming out from under her feet. She felt it; something inside her would break if this went on. She desperately wished to tell him to stop, but she feared what would come out of her mouth if she opened it. The lewd, shameful things she would say, how she’d beg him to keep going.

It happened, Sophia cumming for the first time in her life. Noah had to wrap his arm around her to keep her still, but her voice slipped free, passing through the walls as if they weren’t even there. Beneath her operatic moans, he heard the magical squelching sound, telling him he had struck oil. Rather than backing off, he went even harder, finger-blasting her beyond a simple orgasm and setting off a fountain between her legs.

When finally he stopped, she fell limp and began to cry. Bella had a similar reaction when he made her squirt, but there wasn’t the hysterical giggle mixed in this time. Instead, she seemed truly hurt. Perhaps he had gone too far.

"Sophia, what’s wrong?"

"I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I made such a mess! Please, I didn’t mean for it to happen! It just—"

Noah’s laughter calmed her. "Relax, you didn’t soil the bed or anything like that. What just happened was entirely different from what you think happened."

"R-really?" she murmured as he kissed her neck and ear.

"Yes. What you just felt was an orgasm, or rather, "cumming". Congratulations! When they are particularly strong like that, women can ejaculate similar to men. Think of it as liquid arousal. It doesn’t always happen that way, but I take pride in my work."

She wiped away her tears and sniffed several times as she settled. He held her close, offering her all the comfort in the world while the flame of her courage was slowly rekindled. "Cumming, you said? Can… can you make it happen again?"

"That’s the spirit."

He turned her around, laid her on her back, and then spread her legs. Before she could ask him what he was going to do, he dove, going down on her as though dying of thirst. Her moans were instantaneous, erasing any chance of protest. She writhed and arched her back as Noah played her pussy like a harmonica. He slurped up her nectar, nibbled on her labia, and bullied her clitoris with his tongue.

"Oh yes! Oh God, Noah! Yes!" Sophia hollered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He continuously altered his intensity and technique, never letting her get accustomed. One minute, he’d be so gentle, letting his tongue tickle her inner folds like he was licking sprinkles off an ice cream cone, one by one. The next minute, he’d lift her legs into the air and gorge on her pussy like a toothless horse eating an apple. He made her climax repeatedly through his efforts, and she even squirted a second time.

A loud banging interrupted the moment. "Sophia! Get out here, you whore!" It was Galvin, trying to force open the locked door.

Noah sat up and wiped the feminine dew from his lips. "Pain in the ass," he muttered as the banging continued. He looked at Sophia, seeing all of the happiness and relief that had accumulated draining from her like blood. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss. "I’ll just be a moment."

Noah didn’t bother getting dressed; he just strolled over to the door and opened it to the mad-eyed and feral Galvin. "You!" he shrieked with a dagger in hand. Before he could finish that thought, Noah kicked him square in the chest, knocking him off his feet and pushing all the breath from his lungs. He slumped down to the floor, and Noah kicked him again, this time in the face, smashing the back of his head against the corridor wall with enough force to leave a bloodstain. He then dragged the unconscious Galvin by the ankle and threw him down the nearby stairs.

Noah returned to his room, having retained his erection throughout the whole process. Sophia was sitting on his bed, wrapped in his blanket. "Is he gone?"

"He won’t be bothering us again." He then cupped her cheek and kissed her. "It’s just you and me now."

She returned the kiss and pulled him back onto the bed. He lay atop her, Sophia gazing at him with flushed cheeks and eyes full of light, her chest heaving from her fluttering breaths. There was still some fear and nervousness, but it was painted over by a sweet smile. He brushed back a lock of her scarlet hair.

"I’m sure you know what comes next, right?"

She placed her hands on his cheeks. "I do, and I’m ready. Just please, be gentle."

Noah chuckled. "Yeah, right, we’ll see how long you keep that attitude."

They kissed, both with their lips and their palms as he held her hand. Their fingers interlaced, the same with their bodies as Noah penetrated her. The sheets were stained red, but his earlier efforts prepared Sophia, so she felt only bliss as he began his strokes. Just as requested, he was gentle with how he moved, a steady rhythm that made her back undulate and her toes curl. When his lips weren’t joined with hers, he was running them along her neck while she held onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go.

When he sensed she was ready, Noah raised the rhythm a bit, plunging deeper and faster while still keeping it in the gentle range. Rather than moving in simple linear thrusts, he used his cock to draw letters inside her, writing out the alphabet with his hips to invoke one orgasm after another. Uppercase, lowercase, and cursive; every swirl, stroke, and dot would make her moan and claw at his back like a wild animal.

"Sophia, I’m going to cum," he said.

She didn’t respond, just pressed his head to her chest as though trying to smother him. He gave a soft grunt as he ejaculated, filling her with his seed, and he felt her shiver in his embrace. They released each other, and Noah rolled off to the side, leaving Sophia gasping for air.

"So, that’s sex," she murmured with a smile.

"That’s only the first chapter of the book of sex, and it’s a pretty big damn book, but yes, that’s sex."

She rolled over on top of him, kissing his chest and licking off the olive oil like he had done to her. "I think I like it."

"I had a feeling you would."

"I’ve never felt like this before. It’s like I’m filled with energy. Can we do it again?"

"As many times as you want. I hit all of your pressure points during that massage to boost your vitality. The night has just started."

"Then, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

She moved closer and kissed him. "This time, don’t be gentle."

"I told you so."

He once more got on top of her, but rather than holding her hand, he pinned down her wrists and voraciously sucked on her breasts, while his thrusts, deep and powerful, bombarded her womanhood with a rapid-fire barrage. Her legs were spread wide, her feet high in the air, matching the pitch of her voice as he took her. What she considered intense just minutes ago had now been obliterated, like a snowman devoured by an avalanche. Time passed, and Sophia kept expecting him to pause to catch his breath, or for his strength to give out. He gave her no reprieve as he inflicted his lust upon her, to her amazement, fear, and ecstasy. Nothing he did hurt her, at least, hurt her in a way she didn’t enjoy.

Noah eventually sat up and turned Sophia on her side, their bodies perpendicular to each other. He held her leg and used it to pull her against him with every thrust, introducing her to the sensation of ripples moving through her flesh. His slams, their intensity made her breasts jiggle, and with his speed, they continuously shook like the raging sea. She gripped the sheets as if trying to drag herself away. She didn’t know what kind of expression she was wearing, unaware of the look of manic intoxication on her face. Tears, sweat, saliva, her face was so wet, it was like it was melting. Compared to her, Noah was stoic as always, looking like he was going for a light jog.

"Ah! You’re going to break me!" she moaned as he brought her to climax.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to break you, just ruin you."

He pulled out of her and put her on all fours, though it took all of her strength just to hold herself up. She couldn’t even catch her breath before he grabbed her hips and sent his battering ram smashing through her castle gates. There was nothing gentle about how he fucked her. He was precise as always, none of his actions rough or clumsy, but that focused force was enough to make Sophia feel like she was going to pass out. She tried to stay upright as long as she could, despite her limbs feeling like jelly. She soon lowered herself onto her elbows while her ass clapped against Noah’s lap. The ripples moving through her body, it was as if they were throwing her heart out of rhythm. It didn’t take long for her to be face-down on the bed with her butt in the air, letting Noah have his way with her and relishing every second.

"You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?" Noah asked.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back, lifting her off the bed. "Oh Noah! It feels so good!" she cried out as he continued fucking her like a ragdoll. He pulled her up against him, his lips finding hers and their tongues forming a double helix. He didn’t ease up, his hips slamming against her while his fingers coiled around her soft throat and massaged her veins. His other hand was busy between her legs, playing with her clit. "I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" He fucked her through the climax, making her shriek in shameless euphoria as her arousal dampened the sheets.

They went at it for hours, Noah taking Sophia like a mad beast. There were no mattress springs to creak, but the bedframe rocked and banged like a dryer with a brick inside, and their voices moved far beyond the confines of that room. Throughout the entire building, all the cadets, these upper-class noble sons and daughters, spent the night staring at their ceilings, listening to the moaning, grunting, and swearing.

The men with experience, be it in a lover’s bed or a room in a brothel, now listened to Sophia’s cries of euphoria and thought back to their past partners. Oh, how tepid and fake their moans sounded in comparison. The longer it went on, the more their confidence withered. Yet despite their shame, listening invoked a physiological reaction that had to be dealt with. As Noah pleasured Sophia, the cadets took matters into their own hands in silent humiliation. As soon as they were finished, they’d try to fall asleep, but still, the moans kept them awake and compounded their shame.

Similarly, the women with experience remembered their own escapades and couldn’t help but feel cheated. Rather than shame, they seethed with envy towards Sophia. They tried to picture what was going on in Noah’s room, what he was doing to invoke those noises from her. Like the men, they would masturbate to try and ease their tension, imagining themselves in Sophia’s place. Many young women were tempted to leave their rooms, and a couple came close to knocking on Noah’s door in the hopes of joining in, only to chicken out and return to their beds for a sleepless night.

It was well after midnight when Noah and Sophia finally stopped to take a break. Noah was sitting against the wall with Sophia resting her head on his lap, all smiles as he stroked her hair. It was so hot and humid in the room that their sweat refused to evaporate.

"This has been the greatest night of my life," Sophia murmured. "Hours ago, you were just an acquaintance, a stranger, but after you say the things to you say, make me feel the things I feel, what can I possibly do but love you?"

"That’s not love; that’s just really good sex. Trust me, I’ve had enough of both to know the difference," he said, making her laugh.

"I mean it, though. I don’t ever want this night to end, this moment. I don’t ever want to walk out that door. I don’t want to go back to that world."

Noah took a deep breath. That day when he saw her in the infirmary, bathed in the summer sun, he had desired her the same way she now desired him. However, if she stayed with him, it would not end well. In order to help her, he couldn’t give her what she wanted. She deserved someone who truly loved her in all the ways he no longer could.

"It won’t be the same world. Things have changed, and you now have room to breathe and make new choices, but you don’t have to think about those right now. All you have to do is enjoy the moment. Focus on the present and bask in all your feelings. The confusion, the excitement, the newness, the intensity. Hold on to these sensations and cast all other thoughts aside. Soon, the dust will settle, and everything will be different, but until the sun comes up, there’s nothing but you, me, and this room."

Sophia began to tremble, overwhelmed with guilt. "After everything we’ve done, who would take me? Who would accept me?"

"Someone who loves you. They are out there, and you’ll find them. I’m not the person you are fated to be with. In another world and in another life, I could have been, but I have my own path, and you have yours. I am simply a catalyst to help get you moving. I’m a happy memory for you to carry until you find someone who will make you even happier. Do you know someone like that? Is there someone you love?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"Then go to them, and if they love you, they’ll accept you."

"I don’t know if I can face her after this."

"Her?" He felt Sophia tense up as if she had been flash-frozen. "Wait, do you mean Alexis?"

She sat up, staring at him with eyes full of terror and embarrassment. "Please," she said, on the verge of tears, "please…" She couldn’t speak the rest, as she was cut off by Noah’s laughter. It had been a long time since he laughed this hard, all to Sophia’s confusion and eventual annoyance. "Just because you don’t approve of two women doesn’t mean you can laugh at us."

"It’s not that," Noah said as he settled himself. He looked at her with a smile. "You noble types really do like to keep it in the family, don’t you?"

Her sour look twisted into a smile and an ungraceful snort set off a laughing fit for the two of them. For Sophia, that laughter was like releasing a breath she had been holding for years, though that happiness soon faded.

"I’m sorry about this. I always see you together, and I’m sure you have strong feelings for her. I suppose I like both men and women, but she’s not the same way. I’m afraid it would never have worked between you, but she does cherish your friendship."

"It’s ok. When I started spending time with Alexis, I decided that whatever would happen would happen, and I’d mirror whatever feelings she had for me. If anything, this just makes her more interesting to have around. Besides, she and I work well together. I know I can rely on her when things go wrong."

Sophia blushed and smiled, then put her hand over her heart. "I feel the same way."

"Listen, she’s my friend, so you are as well. I’ll support the two of you and your relationship. After tonight, Galvin’s hold on you will be next to nonexistent. You don’t have to be around him. Stick to Alexis from now on, and I’ll watch over you both."

Hearing his words, Sophia pounced on Noah and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Noah," she said while crying tears of happiness. "Thank you for everything."

He patted her back. "You are welcome." He then gave a bitter chuckle. "Oh, Alexis is going to fucking kill me tomorrow."

It was a cold, windy morning, dark and overcast, but the horn had sounded, signaling it was time for laps. No one in the upper-caste dorms was quick to rise, not after a night of almost no sleep. They all wanted to stay in bed and get the rest they had been robbed of, as well as avoid the bitter chill. However, the punishment for skipping laps was severe. They all slouched and stumbled through the dorm lounge, no one in the mood to talk. Then, there was Sophia.

She should have been more tired than any of them, but her smile was as bright and warm as the noon sun. She adoringly clung to Noah’s arm as he escorted her to the entrance, past the mentally-frayed cadets who had been forced to listen to their evening fun into the wee hours of the morning. The ratio of anger to jealousy was about even. Galvin was gone, no one knew where, and Noah didn’t see Alexis among the crowd.

"Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm. You certainly can’t run morning laps dressed like that." The cloak she was wearing was warm, but underneath, she only had her negligée and underwear.

"Forget laps; let’s just go back up to your room," she said as she rubbed her head against his shoulder like a cat.

"Don’t worry, I’ll see you at breakfast. You know where Alexis and I sit."

As they walked across the frosty academy grounds, Sophia squeezed his hand. "Do you really think she’ll forgive me?"

"I’m more worried about her forgiving me. I should probably talk to her first."

"I just… now I feel so guilty."

"That’s the "morning after" effect, and what we’re doing right now is call the "walk of shame". Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. You have nothing to feel guilty about. You took ahold of your own life, made your own choices. I’m sure Alexis is far from happy right now, but you did what you had to so you could break free of Galvin and survive. Now the two of you can focus on your future."

"I love her."

"I know you do, and you want to spend your life with her, don’t you? If it takes her a year to forgive you, that’s one year deducted from fifty years of happiness. It’ll work out."

After leaving Sophia at her dorm, Noah went to the field with the rest of the cadets to run laps. After the previous night, he didn’t have much energy, so he simply used his clone to do it. By now, there was no point in hiding his physical abilities, so he had it run at maximum speed, surpassing almost every other cadet and leaving them in the dust. He still had to run double laps due to the Seraph incident, but he got them done quickly. The problem was that he didn’t see Alexis in the crowd. Normally she would be at the forefront, but she was missing.

He finally found her, not with his eyes, but his ears. Chopping wood, breaking glass, and grunts of frustration; she was in the sword-training field, hacking away at one of the training logs. He approached, and though she was aware of him, she refused to acknowledge him. He went with it and stood by, watching her swing her sword over and over again. It didn’t take long for him to notice that her hands were bleeding. How long had she been out there?

Crack!

Alexis’s sword broke against the wood, but she didn’t retrieve it. She stood where she was, shoulders heaving as she sucked in air, with her breath fogging in front of her. Finally, she released an anguished scream and fell to her knees. The sky was brightening, and snow was beginning to fall.

Noah approached her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Alexis…"

She smacked it away. "You promised! You promised me you wouldn’t touch her!"

"She was insistent. She wanted her freedom, and this was the only way she could do it, to make sure Galvin couldn’t take her."

"It was supposed to be me! I was supposed to be the one to save her! I was supposed to be her hero, not you!"

"She saved herself. My only intent was to give her the opportunity to do so. In my defense, you only told me that you were cousins, not lovers. If I had known…"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks and fall like the snow around them. "Ignorance isn’t the same as innocence. Do you know what it was like, listening to the two of you? Hearing you deflower and corrupt the only person I’ve ever loved? Hearing her moan and say those things and knowing… that I could never make her as happy as you did?"

"I made her happy for one night, but you two can make each other happy for the rest of your lives. I played my part, and I’m stepping aside so you can play yours, so you can have the future with her that you always wanted."

"You really think it’s that easy? You think I can just forget everything you two did? At least when she was with Galvin, I knew that I was the only one in her heart. How can I be with her when I know she’ll always be thinking of you? It doesn’t matter what your intent was; you left your mark. You don’t want her? Well you’re stuck with her, and I can never get her back or undo what you did."

"I told Sophia that I would support the two of you and your relationship, that I would be your friend and oppose those who criticized you."

"Friends?" Alexis got to her feet. "We’re not friends. I don’t think we ever were, and the more I learn about you, the more I wonder why I thought we could be. You lie, you cheat, and you have no sense of shame or honor. You’re everything I hate. How could we ever be friends?"

"If that’s how you feel, I can accept that, but don’t take it out on Sophia. Don’t give up on her."

"Just stop. You’re not my friend, just the man who stole the woman I love. Go away and leave me alone. It’s how I’ve always been and always will be." Alexis turned around and began to walk away.

Noah took a deep breath. At that moment, he could have told a million lies, spoken any line like a skilled thespian, and made her believe it, shedding crocodile tears so easily that all her rage would have vanished, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to, that he didn’t want to. He felt it, the truth on his tongue, that tightness in his chest. He wanted to speak the words normally saved as a deathbed confession or left in a suicide note. Even if he couldn’t tell her everything, he wanted to tell her something, and for once, he wanted it to be true.

"I was married once." Those words echoed through the cold air, and Alexis stopped, held still by the lingering hope that she could live in a world where she didn’t have to hate him. "I was married, a long, long time ago, longer than you could imagine." She was confused and skeptical, but she looked him in the eyes. "I’m not the young man you think me to be. I’m far older, so old that I’ve lost count of the years. I have no home, no family, only fading memories and a desolate future."

"Even if I was willing to believe you…"

"Centuries ago, I was in love with a beautiful woman with crimson hair. And I… was happy, happier than I had ever been, happier than I probably ever will be again. She wasn’t my first wife or my last, but she meant more to me than any other."

"What was her name?"

Noah paused, feeling his voice trembling against his control after so long and his eyes stinging in the cold, dampened by emotion he no longer thought he could feel. "I can’t remember." Alexis didn’t know how to respond, her mind swept clean and her breath frozen in place. She could feel the truth in his words, the realness of the pain in his voice. "I can’t remember her name. I can’t remember her face. I can barely remember the life we lived together. All I do remember was that I was happy, and I don’t even know why anymore. I just keep telling myself that I was, in the hope that I can be again.

I lost her to time, just like I’ve lost everyone and everything else. Ever since then, whenever I see a woman with that crimson hair, I pursue her, hoping I can be happy like I was all those years ago, hoping I can remember what it’s like. It’s been so long, I don’t even know if I do it by choice, but that wasn’t my intent with Sophia. My goal was only to help her break free of Galvin, and when she showed up at my door, I had no intention of laying a hand on her. Yet deep down, maybe I still hoped that for one night, I could remember that happiness. What happened with Sophia, I wouldn’t have done that to you if I had known, and I’m sorry.

Listen to me. The passionate, honest love that you feel down in your heart of hearts, to be bound to your soul mate until your dying breath, I’m incapable of feeling that, but you aren’t. I can’t give it to Sophia, but you can. She loves you just as much as you love her and wants to be with you forever. Me? I’m simply a memory, one that will dim and fade as you give her a million more. I’m meant to be forgotten, but you aren’t. Take it from me, someone who has lost what you’re walking away from; you don’t know how long a lifetime alone is, and you don’t want to know." He held out his hand to her. "Now, please, come and eat breakfast with us."

The final snowflakes landed softly around them, and the clouds opened up and let the morning sun shine. Alexis took his hand.

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