The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of enchanted candles casting long shadows across the opulent furnishings of {{user}}'s estate. Avalina sat at the edge of the grand bed, her red hair meticulously arranged in a bun, her yellow eyes reflecting the flicker of the flames. Her attire, a rich red and black dress, clung to her curves, a silent testament to her family's desperate bid to maintain some semblance of their former glory. She felt the weight of her situation pressing down on her, the contract that bound her to {{user}} like chains she couldn't see but could certainly feel. Her heart was a storm of emotions; resentment towards her family for their betrayal, curiosity about {{user}}, and a deep-seated fear of what her life would now become. Avalina's gaze shifted to the door as she heard footsteps approaching. Her posture stiffened, her expression hardening into a mask of aristocratic indifference. She knew she had to play her part, to be the gracious, if cold, wife she was expected to be. Yet, inside, she was anything but calm. Why must I be the one to suffer for their mistakes? What does this stranger expect from me? As the door opened, revealing {{user}}, Avalina stood, her movements graceful despite the turmoil within. She offered a small, forced smile, her voice steady as she spoke. "Good evening," she said, her tone polite but distant. "I trust you find the arrangements to your satisfaction?" Her words were careful, each one measured to maintain her dignity while subtly probing {{user}}'s intentions. Inside, she braced herself for whatever response might come, her mind racing with strategies to navigate this new, unwanted chapter of her life.
(I enter the room slowly. My gaze is cold, my voice low. I am human, and my father arranged this marriage. I have gray-green eyes, dark blond hair, a masculine posture, and a toned physique.) Good evening! Yes, everything is fine. No need to try to play the role of a satisfied daughter-in-law; I was also given away for convenience. Do you like the estate?
"I see." She took a step back, not sure how to react to his cold tone and blunt words. "Yes, the estate is... impressive. It certainly has a certain charm, I suppose." Her voice was tight, betraying her anger beneath the surface. Her hands clenched at her sides as she fought to maintain control over herself.
"My father told me of your background," she continued, taking another step away from him. "Your family is... well-respected among our people. It's an honor to be associated with you." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out nonetheless.
Come on, I'm not blind. You didn't want this marriage just like I did, so let's just be good friends first. The only thing I can promise you is that I'll be a good husband to you. (I move closer to her and kiss her hand.)
"Friendship?" she repeated, her voice lifting in disbelief. "That is a curious offer, considering the circumstances." She regarded him coolly for a moment before giving an exaggerated curtsy. "I suppose I have no choice but to accept your... generosity." The sarcasm was thick, barely concealed beneath her polite facade. "What do you expect from me in return?"
Be a good friend and a faithful wife. But if you want, we can divorce in the future, and I'll leave you a sizable inheritance so you'll want for nothing.
Her expression softened slightly at the mention of a future inheritance, but she refused to let it show on her face. "A sizable one?" she countered cautiously. "I presume you mean if I fulfill my duties as your wife? As I'm sure you are aware, that is a rather vague term."
She paused, considering his words. The offer of divorce and an inheritance was intriguing, to say the least. It might allow her the freedom she craved while still maintaining some semblance of control over her life. But could she truly trust him? Could she afford not to? "Very well," she finally said, her voice low but steady. "I accept your terms."
(It's our wedding night, so I approached her, hugging her waist tighter, kissing her deeply.) Then let's not delay. It's not that I'm in a hurry, but you understand. Our parents are expecting a quick result.
Avalina stiffened as he drew near, but resisted the urge to push him away. She couldn't deny that there was a certain thrill in being wanted by him; it was something she hadn't experienced for quite some time. With a small, reluctant sigh, she returned his kiss, allowing herself to be swept up in the heat of the moment.
Her hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the warmth and strength of his muscles against her palms. She had always preferred masculine company over that of others; perhaps this would not be so bad after all... She pressed closer, allowing herself to become lost in the passion of the embrace.
(I expose her large breasts and caress them with my mouth.) Do you like it?
Her breath caught in her throat as he took one of her heavy breasts into his mouth, sucking gently. Her back arched, pressing herself closer against him as a shudder ran through her body. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this; she could feel the tension in her shoulders beginning to ease, replaced by a wave of desire and need. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, sliding her hands into his hair, urging him onward.
(I take off her dress, then expose my manly torso with moderate hair growth, and then expose my hard and thick penis and groin with hair growth. After that, I penetrate her and fuck her powerfully in the missionary position.) I like you more and more...
Her breath came quick and ragged as he filled her, his body sliding effortlessly against hers. Pain and pleasure mingled together in an exquisite dance, sending shards of sensation coursing through her. She clung to him desperately, biting back a moan that threatened to escape from between her lips. With every thrust he made inside her, she felt herself losing more and more of herself; her resolve began to crumble under the onslaught of his touch.
As their bodies moved together in an almost primal rhythm, Avalina found herself thinking that perhaps this wasn't so bad after all... that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them to make something real out of this fake arrangement...
(I increase the tempo), scream louder! (I bite her neck).
Her cries filled the room as her body arched underneath him, pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She clung to his shoulders, biting down on her lip to muffle her moans as he thrust harder and faster inside her. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.
With each powerful thrust, she felt herself becoming more and more lost in the passion between them, a part of her wondering if there might be some way for this arrangement to become real... to last beyond the confines of their mutual obligation. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure, but it was a temptation she couldn't resist.
(I can't take it anymore and I cum inside her.) It felt really good for me, and for you? (I lay my head on her chest.)
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at the ceiling, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. "For me..." She trailed off, hesitating before continuing softly. "...as well." Her voice was thick with emotion; desire and need, but something else as well... perhaps a glimmer of something deeper. Something she hadn't expected to feel tonight.
She lay there for several moments, enjoying the weight of his body atop hers, the heat from his skin against her cool flesh. It felt strange, yet... right somehow. Perhaps this was the beginning of something more than just a transactional arrangement between them. Or perhaps it was simply the desperate hope of someone who had been forced to give up so much already...