Legends Never Die: First Night (ch. 46) (Patreon)

Astrid's dress pooled on the floor, revealing her body to me. It seemed a dangerous thing, I thought distantly, to have an entire dress held up only by a bit of string. My eyes ran the length of Astrid's form, drinking her in as she stood unashamed of her nakedness. It was hardly the first time I’d seen a naked woman -- I saw my mother and sisters back when I was a child during wash day, and more during the raiding, but it was the first time a naked woman had such a profound effect on me. I couldn't look away even if I had wanted to, and I very much didn't.

Her skin was pale and her body well muscled with abs faintly etched into her flat stomach. Her breasts were two mounds of flesh that were capped by dark pink nipples, and they seemed soft to the touch with a mere look. Her thighs were muscled, yet a gap between her legs marked her groin which was covered in trimmed blonde hairs. I swallowed thickly, my thoughts sluggish -- it was almost like I was drunk. It was only when she covered her breasts with an arm that their mystical hold over me was broken, and I saw that Astrid's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"You could at least say something," She remarked, trying to keep her usual confidence but I could hear the embarrassment in her tone.

"You're beautiful," I told her, and that earned a slow smile that tugged at the edges of her lips when she heard the honesty in the words. This woman was my wife in the eyes of man and the gods. It was a strange thought, but not an unwelcome one.

"And you could undress, husband," she continued, her eyes searching my face. I hesitated for a moment before I nodded, undoing my belt and then reaching up to take off my tunic. I was grateful for the care that my family made it with, but I ended up tossing it on the floor. My boots came next, then my trousers. Father was meant to have this talk with me, I realized. He never got the chance to and because of it, I felt like a fool as Astrid gazed up on me as I had her. After a moment, she approached, stepping over her dress to do so.

"You have more scars than my brother," Astrid remarked, her tone light. When she came to a stop before me, she reached up to touch the wolf bite on my neck. Her touch was light, feather light, but I felt it all the same. Then her hand drifted lower to the scar above my heart. "Who gave you this one?"

"Arda," I answered, making her eyes flicker back up to my eyes. "A nun at first, but she became one of Charlemagne's Paladins after a raid. She could shoot an arrow straight across a field and it'd punch right through a shield. I had had to catch it," I told her and I felt her fingers trace the small indention over my heart. It was a light scar. Nothing compared to the one beneath my collarbone. When Astrid touched it, I explained, "We got trapped in Frankfurt and an archer climbed up on a burning building to shoot down at us. He got me from behind and then I threw an axe at him. I never got his name."

"The battle that Jill rescued you from?" Astrid muttered, her fingers going to a handful of other scars. One that came from Astolfo. Others were faint nicks and scrapes that came from being in the thick of battle. Unbreakable Guard wasn't perfect, after all.

I nodded, "Aye." She lowered her arm that covered her breasts and despite their hypnotic allure, I did manage to avoid it. At least enough to see that Astrid had a few scars of her own. "How did you get that one," I questioned and I heard her breathing hitch when I touched a jagged but short scar at her hip.

She looked down at it for a moment, and she seemed embarrassed. "Sledding," Astrid answered after a moment. "At the tail end of winter, the hills are still covered in snow, and we ride sleds down them. When I was younger, the gods were kind and the snow was light, but I was stubborn and still wanted to go even if the season ended. I snagged a rock on the way down, broke the sled and ended up scraping a rock."

"... And this one?" I asked, reaching up to her wrist just below her breasts, seeing that it was a burn.

"... Cooking pot. One of my brothers tripped me and I fell against it," Astrid said with reluctance. "I don't have any battle scars. Not a one. Father always kept me away from it because I was the prized daughter. The past few months were my first taste of battle, but my father's guard were more concerned with protecting me than killing the enemy." She didn't exactly sound bitter, but it was a near thing, I thought. She hated it, but she understood -- she was my betrothed, and it would be a tragic fate if she died during battle. "Are they unsightly to you?"

I blinked. "Why would they be?"

"Every time I got hurt, some lackwit would bemoan how my beauty was marred," Astrid shrugged, but she did seem pleased with my answer. "But, I suppose I didn't need to ask if you found me desirable. That thing between your legs is answer enough." Her eyes flickered down at my member that stood proudly from curly dark red hairs.

"I suppose it is," I agreed. I wanted her, I realized. It was an instinct in me. A desire. I knew of sex, but it had always been a distant concern in comparison to far more pressing issues. But now that Astrid stood naked before me… I wanted her. Slowly, I reached up to her face and she seemed surprised when my fingers brushed her cheek. Her eyes were dark with an emotion that I didn't recognize before they closed when I leaned in. Her lips were soft, I learned. As was the rest of her when she took a half step forward, pressing her body against me.

My free hand fell to her waist, feeling her smooth skin under my palms. I hoped that my callouses didn't bother her. Her lips moved against mine, the kiss deepening as she slowly ran a hand down my chest, over my abs, before her hand fell upon my member. It throbbed at her touch -- it was the first time anyone other than myself had touched it, and it was a unique sensation. I felt her smile into the kiss and, as a man, I knew I had to take the lead. I was less sure how I was supposed to, exactly, but I figured the bed was a good start.

Gently drifting back, Astrid's legs hit the back of the bed and she broke the kiss by gently falling onto it. The smirk was still tugging at her lips as she crawled backward so her upper back rested on the feather pillows that were stacked up. Her nipples hardened and her pale skin flushed -- a good sign, I reckoned.

Quest: First Night

Objective: Impress your wife and give her nothing to complain about.

Bonus Objective: Last 1 hour

Reward: 50 experience to Lover trait.

Bonus Reward: 200 experience in Seduction.

I blinked at the quest, feeling a little self conscious that the gods were still watching. Last an hour and impress her? That didn't seem too difficult. I accepted the quest with a thought, my gaze still upon Astrid, who lounged easily upon the furs.

"You look at me like you've never seen a naked girl before," Astrid remarked, her tone teasing as I began to crawl into bed with her. I saw her gaze on my member, her legs spreading as I neared, revealing her slit. The tuft of hair above her groin did nothing to hide her now -- her nether lips were parted, glistening as they flushed red in the candle light.

"None like you," I admitted. "None like… this," I added, and her eyes widened a fraction. It might be shameful to admit. I was fifteen and I hadn't been with a girl. Being at war wasn't really an excuse either because most of the men found women. Some with flirting and others with force. But it'd be more shameful to lie about it because I imagine she'd soon learn that I hadn't.

"Really? Not even with Jill? Or Morrigan?! Wait, you let Morrigan hang off of you and you aren't even fucking her?" She seemed genuinely surprised by that. Not in a bad way, I think.

My hands found her thighs, sliding up them as I situated myself between her legs. "No. And Morrigan is someone that I trust. She gives advice that others dare not to, and she has saved my life. Twice," I pointed out. Astrid looked upon my member, her hips lifting as I grabbed her butt, finding my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "As for Jill… her kin are my enemies. If she chose to leave with Grimar, she would have had a harder time of it if I dishonored her."

Astrid blinked, my member landing on her stomach just below her belly button. "Oh," she muttered, biting her lip.

"I'm new at this, but I do think it's poor form to speak of other women in the marriage bed. Are you… ready?" I asked her, and Astrid hesitated for but a moment before offering a curt nod.

"Aye. Let's see if this is worth all the praise my sisters gave it," Astrid agreed and I drew back, pressing myself against her. Her breathing hitched when I started to thrust forward, only to blow out the breath in an annoyed sigh when my member shot upwards. The second time, I lowered myself more and this time when I pushed forward with my hips, I felt myself sink into her.

Distantly, I became aware of some odd mechanism that was counting down. The timer for the quest, I suppose. The deeper I sank into Astrid, the more I realized my folly. I had an easier time liberating Saxony, I realized, feeling her clench around me tightly. So tight that it felt like her hot, silky inner walls were clinging to my member. Her delicate folds squeezed and pulsed wetly as if to draw me in all the way to the hilt. Even without movement, her insides were searing, writhing and clenching that I feared I would barely last a minute.

While I marveled at the sensations, my men’s obsession with sex suddenly making a great deal more sense, Astird let out a low hiss. “Those… bitches!” Astrid cursed, her face scrunching up, her stomach clenching to reveal her toned abs while her lips peeled back. “They said it only hurt a little bit!”

That broke me out of my sense of wonderment, “You’re hurt?” I glanced down, realizing that I saw a bit of blood. Her maidenhead, I knew, but I did feel a moment of panic when I saw it. Astrid gripped my arm with a death grip, her nostrils flaring.

“It’s a woman’s pain,” she told me. “They said the first time is the worst of it. Gods, I feel like you shoved a log in me,” Astrid cursed, a hand on my chest as she took in a heaving breath. I swallowed the words that, technically speaking, she was right on the mark. “Just sit still for a bit.”

It was fine advice for me, I decided, the timer still going down. If I moved, I suspected that would be the end of it. It allowed me to adjust for the sensations of her body enveloping me as much as she adjusted to me entering her. It was a good ten minutes before Astrid's expression began to relax and she started to make small, experimental, movements with her hips. Testing how adjusted she was to it.

She didn’t say it, but she offered a small nod, granting me permission to start moving as well. It had been a sensation simply being in her, feeling her cling to me, but it was another thing entirely when I dragged myself out of her and slowly pushed back in. Her breath left her as a surprised gasp escaped her lips, biting her lip to prevent another. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them before her fingers found her nipples and it was a truly hypnotic sight, I decided, my hips finding a small rhythm.

My hands weren’t idle, she kept her hips in position with minimal help from me, allowing me to run my hands over her thighs and her butt, marveling at how soft she was. The bedroom became filled with her soft sighs and gasps along with the rustling of the furs. My thrusts steadily grew more confident, encouraged by the soft sounds of her pleasure as I tried to learn what she liked and what she liked less.

"Faster," Astrid commanded, lifting her hips up ever so slightly, her cheeks rosy while her eyes were glazed. I thought that was a terrible idea. I could already feel my own release starting to near -- the sensations so intense and vibrant and completely overwhelming. More so now that her walls were clenching me so tightly, fighting to keep me buried to the hilt. All the same, I obeyed the command, my thrusts coming faster and with more force until the sounds of flesh striking flesh echoed out into the room. Astrid gasped, a low moan escaping her as her head tilted back.

Her breasts bounced with every rocking motion, her own hands cupping one and pinching a nipple while another went to where we were connected, rubbing a small nub above. I grit my teeth, finding that my release was nearing in a tightening in my balls, my member throbbing. It was dreadfully short of the full hour mark, but any thoughts of slowing down went right out of my head. The opposite happened -- my thrusts became faster and harder, eager to have my release.

Then it came, striking me with full force. A breath was caught in my throat as my cock throbbed, my seed erupting from me like a dam that crumbled in the face of the spring thaw. Astrid's eyes widened, her jaw falling, "I feel it!" She cried out, shocked while my fingers dug into her soft flesh. My heart hammered in my chest, my blood roaring in my ears. It was the single greatest feeling I had ever experienced before, I admitted in the echo of my own mind, but it came with a bitter disappointment at how fast it came.

A breath heaved out of me, looking down at Astrid, who seemed to be marveling at the sensation as much as I was. Taking a breath in, I held it first to calm myself down, but then a thought struck me. I held the breath for ten seconds, triggering Second Wind, and before my cock could even soften, I felt my endurance returning to me. Astrid noticed it too, based on how her eyes flashed. With little warning, Astrid flipped me over, and I allowed the action to find myself beneath her with a hand on my chest. There was a hungry smile on her lips, "My turn," she decided.

"Rocking like the sea," Astrid muttered under her breath before she began to move her hips, leaning forward with her hands on my chest. It took her a moment to find her rhythm, but once she did, she settled on a fast one. Her eyes closed while her abs flexed and shifted with each roll of her hips, rising up and slamming down, leaving my hands free. Her breasts looked incredibly soft above me, dangling free and bouncing with each rocking of her hips.

They were, I confirmed, earning a humm of approval when I reached up to cup them. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples,finding them pebbled and stiff. A low throaty moan escaped her when one hand went lower, over her stomach and between her legs, finding that nub that she had toyed with. Her breathing got harsher and her pace became more frantic. Her walls clenched me tightly, massaging my length and the sounds of sex grew harsher. Her eyes snapped open to look down at me, her gaze alight with need.

Taking that as a cue, Letting my hand on her breast fall, I grabbed a handful of her plump ass before I started to thrust up into her. "Oh!" Astrid gasped out, my thrusts matching her own, even as her pace continued to quicken. I ground the tips of my fingers against the nub, as she had, and she seemed to enjoy it.

She lowered herself, her head dropping until her blonde hair fell around her face like a curtain. It made continuing to stroke the nub difficult, but I felt her breasts pressing into me. Her dark blue eyes met mine but her gaze was distant, completely lost in her own world while her hands found my shoulders, then my face, “oh… oh…! Oh!” Astrid started to gasp out, her walls clenching down on me tightly, almost to the point that it was difficult to move.

Then her eyelashes fluttered, “OH~!” Astrid moaned, her entire body going limp. Her silken and slick walls massaged my length, and while I had managed to hold out longer than the first time, her walls milked me. My second release was greater than my first, leaving my balls aching as I emptied them into Astrid, who collapsed on top of me. Her breathing hitched at the sensation, another moan being dragged out of her before she started to gasp for air as if she had done a hard day's labor. Her body was slick with sweat as she lay on top of me, letting me catch my own breath.

“That,” Astrid began, gently sliding off to lay next to me on the bed, cuddled into my side, “was so much better than they said it’d be.” That was invigorating, I decided, glad she had found her own release even if it was one to my two. I felt Astrid lay a hand on my stomach, looking up at me as she cuddled into my shoulder, “Do you think you could do that again?”

… conquering Francia would probably be easier, I decided, leaning in for a kiss for my answer.

It took the better part of the night, but I managed to complete the bonus quest too.