Reincarnated to the Past Interlude: Ureya I (Patreon)

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-VB-

Reincarnated to the Past
Interlude: Ureya I

-VB-

“Come in,” Wiseman Alan said with a smile. That ever present smile he wore around everyone. 

Clutching her thin fur coat around herself to ward off the spring night chill, she walked in and took her shoes off, a weird custom Alan enforced in his house. Stepping into his smooth wood floored house, she looked around.

It was the first time she’s been in a man’s house by herself, and while she’s seen many houses with her father, Alan’s house was different. 

There were unnecessary furnitures which she didn’t know the use of, and the house itself had been separated into smaller areas. 

He led her into a large space with sitting spaces and a table between four such benches. He gestured for her to sit down on one, and she did.

She immediately felt the difference. While these benches looked like the leather benches many of the more well-to-do families had in their homes, there were softer things inside them that made sitting easier on her rear.

And bouncy.

“It’s just the duck feathers,” Alan spoke up.

She looked up and saw that he’d gone to his “kitchen,” the food preparation area, and had come back with steaming drinks. He set one down in front of her. 

“What brought you here?” he asked cordially with that smile. He sat down and looked at her in the eyes. Not her chest, legs, or hips. Her eyes.

She took a deep breath in. She knew that the topic she was about to broach would be considered a breach in etiquette. Her father, if he found out that she’d seen Wiseman Alan when the latter had requested a month’s time to think, would be furious with her. 

She grimaced mentally. In a way. Her father valued Alan more than he did her. It hurt deeply, but she knew her father. He was a pragmatic man who had to sacrifice more than his fair share of life to the harshness of reality. Alan was objectively more valuable to the tribe than she was. 

She, a broken woman, could only do one more thing for her father, and that was to tie a man of his choosing to the tribe.

But she wasn’t here to discuss what her father thought.

No.

She wanted to know why Alan was silent regarding the issue.

Marriages, once the topic was broached, did not end with one party delaying the negotiation. It was agreed or disagreed. 

“Why did you delay the marriage talk?” she asked him directly.

He, still meeting her eyes, leaned back, resting himself against the back of his soft leather bench.

“Because I did not want to take it lightly. I gave it time so that I can think deeper regarding it.”

“What do you have to think about? It’s a bad deal.”

His stare did not change in intensity or emotion. His smile did not change. 

“Why do you say that?”

She felt like crying out in frustration and distress. “Because what am I worth compared to you?” she hissed out, unable to stop the tears from forming at the edge of her eyes. “So why did you even try to be nice about it and not reject the offer from father outright? Was it to insult me? Is that it?”

This time, he did react. Just not how she expected.

She expected him to be cold about it, to lord it over her. She was a used and broken woman. Grandmama even said she might not bear children. She was useless as a woman.

So why did he look surprised of all emotions?

“Perhaps it’s because my culture is different from yours, the first thing I needed to think about was whether or not you and I would be happy with each other.”

She stared at him incredulously. 

“T-That’s ridiculous. Men don’t think of the women’s feelings. Almost no one does.”

“Well, I do. My people do. That’s why my people abolished things like slavery and revenge killing.”

“... Your people are very different from the rest of the world.”

“We were told that a lot.”

She didn’t know what else to say. 

“Why care about what I feel or think? Aren’t I someone who threatened you?”

He snorted. 

“If I thought that you were a threat, that is.”

She laughed.

And she cried as this ease of communication, comfort, and closeness just … broke her dam. She didn’t have to put up her guard, so she cried in front of someone who said he cared for what she felt.

He got up from his bench and walked around the table. Then he stood over her. She looked up as he leaned down. She jerked in surprise when he caught her shoulders in his arms and stared into her eyes.

“Ureya, you may be a brash, sometimes rude, and impulsive woman, but you aren’t anything used or broken.”

She stared into his eyes and knew that he believed his words.

“I-If I say that I would be happy with you? Would you be happy with me?”

“... I think I would.”

She launched herself up without even meaning to and latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck. She caught his lips with hers, and kissed him.

Alan jerked back in surprise but didn’t refuse her.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up. Their kiss deepened, and she almost cried while kissing him.

When they broke apart, she whispered to him.

“Take me to your bed,” she whispered. Even if he believed that she wasn’t broken or used, she still felt it. She still had nightmares about it. 

She was going to give herself to this man who cared for her.

He hesitated before he swept her into a carry and carried her deep into his house, putting out the light in the sitting room.

As he laid her down, she kept her hands and arms latched onto his and spoke again. “Y-you don’t have to be gentle. Just …. Just make me yours.”

“I will, Ure,” he said, and her heart fluttered. 

As he pulled her fur coat away, she pulled her own linen top off of her, leaving her bare. He pulled her skirt off of her and then shrugged off his own top. 

She laid there, staring up at his vastly different body. Mere weeks ago, he used to be smaller than Johaken. Now, he was big.

Everywhere.

She gulped when she saw the size of his … member.

She knew if he wanted to he could penetrate her right now. 

But he didn’t.

Instead, he caressed her face, touched her breasts, and slid his hands down her sides. Her breath hitched every time he did any of those, and then-.

His thing touched her.

She gulped, or rather she couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m going in.”

She looked away when she felt the tip of his thing push against her, and then she whimpered as her folds parted as he began to penetrate her.

She squeezed her eyes close and held her breath as he pushed in and in and in-.

Her eyes widened when she felt herself completely full and yet-.

He was still pushing.

“A-Ah-!” she gasped as her back arched when he pushed in more, and the length of her womanhood seemed to almost stretch in response. “A-Alan…!” she whimpered as her hands reached out.

He caught her forearm and pulled her up onto his lap, and she moaned when merely sitting on his lap pushed him in deeper than before.

She sat there, twitching and showing naughty faces to Alan.

Then he kissed her. Even though she must have looked so … so …

He kissed her.

Then he grabbed her waist and began to pull her up and down his shaft, and the world lost focus. 

She moaned wantonly as he ravaged her. He made her moan and groan like those women who got paid to sleep with men. He made her wet and slick, and he suckled on her tit. 

He pulled her legs around his waist, and her own body moved without command from her in wrapping her legs completely around him.

She began to whimper as she felt her climax come.

He began to hasten, pulling her up and down faster, and thrusted up into her harder.

She shrieked as she climaxed and then moaned when she felt his twitching shaft shoot warm seed into her womb.

She sat there on his lap, twitching and moaning.

And then he pushed her down onto her stomach. His hand came to her head, keeping her pinned to the bed, while he pulled her ass up into the air with his thing still inside of her.

Then he began to piston into her from above.

Her vision exploded into stars as she gagged and cried out in surprise and ecstasy. Before long, she was left moaning like a fool.

He seeded her again.

And again.

And again.

Sometimes, he would have her on top of her, making her move on her own for it.

Sometimes, he would be almost forceful, making her take hard claps and thrusts even when she was nearly crying (but it wasn’t from pain).

But she loved it when he just pulled her in for a deep kiss even as they rutted the night away. 

Eventually, she fell asleep after … ninth? Tenth? She wasn’t sure.

She woke up late in the morning to break fast, food prepared by Alan.

And when she finished her meal with him, he held her hands and said these words.

“I would like to marry you, Ureya. Will you marry me?”