Mushoku Impact

As much as she enjoyed Paul's passionate ministrations, it was what came after that cemented Roxy's affection for him.&nbsp;
Since Roxy didn't have the remarkable convenience of an Elemental Seal, Paul couldn't help feeling a little guilty when he saw the petite blunette sprawled out across the bed, her body covered in more than just sweat.
With his stamina far outclassing Roxy's, Paul insisted that she focus on recovering while he used a warm wet towel to wipe her down. When he did, the vigor she had exhibited during their love-making was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she became increasingly embarrassed, her face turning a faint shade of crimson as she observed Paul's actions with the intensity of a hawk.
Waiting until he was just about finished up, Paul asked, "What's with the death stare? I told you I would care for you, didn't I?"
Feeling even more embarrassed, Roxy averted her head and eyes to the side, her response barely audible as she whispered, "I've never heard of a Noble like you..."
Exhibiting his practiced shamelessness, Paul adopted a cocky smile as he mused, "I mean, yeah, that's kind of the point. If I were any other Noble, I wouldn't have been exiled due to the First Prince's paranoia. We've never even met, and the man regards me like a snake in his chamberpot."
Turning to meet Paul's gaze, Roxy asked, "Was he right to be concerned? Even though I've agreed to follow you, you've never actually told me what your objective was. I'm still not entirely convinced you're not the leader of a cult..."
Maintaining his cocky look, Paul playfully retorted, "Yet you still gave me your virginity? I'm honored..."
Taking advantage of the fact he was cleaning Roxy's calves, Paul bent down to plant a kiss on her thigh. Roxy's face immediately turned a more vibrant shade of red, but she didn't look away as she replied, "I might not have if it wasn't for that girl. What was her name again? Barbara...?"
Seeing Paul nod his head, Roxy continued, "The greatest regret of my life was not being truthful and confronting my Master before she departed on her journey. Because of that, I spent years tracking her down, always one, maybe two steps behind. I endured numerous hardships, yet by the time I managed to catch up to her, she didn't even remember who I was..."
As she had already revealed much of her story to Paul, Roxy shook away her negative thoughts before adding, "When Barbara implied that I might regret missing out on the opportunity to be with you, my memories from that period promptly resurfaced. I'm honestly not sure if I made the right choice, but I'm positive I would never be able to stop thinking about it if I just allowed you to leave..."
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Awed by the sincerity of Roxy's words, Paul found himself at a loss for his own. Fortunately, he had always been more of a man of action, so he only hesitated for a brief moment before squeezing her left hand and leaning forward to plant a kiss on her lips. Roxy was a little startled by his actions but offered no resistance as his tongue slipped into her mouth, slowly and deliberately tracing the line of her gums as she did her best to reciprocate his affections...
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Thanks to an ample application of Healing Magic, Roxy managed to avoid the awkward ordeal of being seen floundering around bowlegged when she and Paul finally emerged from the bedroom. Unfortunately, she had failed to consider that Amalie's residence wasn't just a business but one operating in the middle of a Beast Race community.
Seeing a crowd of people staring at her with smiles the moment she and Paul emerged from the upstairs corridor, Roxy's complexation alternated between being white as a sheet and red as a cherry. At the same time, her mind immediately reminded her of the reason she had wandered upstairs the previous night.
Just as Roxy was starting to regret leaving her oversized witch's cap back in her room, Paul placed his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it as he said, "No regrets, right?"
Though she had a sudden urge to stomp on Paul's foot, Roxy ultimately nodded her head before leaning closer to him and repeating, "No regrets."
Having been informed of Paul's actual objectives, including the reason for his looming return to the Asura Kingdom, Roxy felt a lot less apprehensive than she had a few hours prior. She was a little miffed to learn that he had inadvertently knocked someone up but was strangely relieved to discover it was none other than the Water God, Reida Reia. It was like her decision to sleep with Paul had been validated by the fact that even Gods were not immune to his charms...
While Roxy was momentarily lost in her thoughts, Paul guided her through the dining room by hand, casually greeting everyone they passed. He had memorized the names of nearly every permanent resident of the Western District, not because he had to, but because people were a lot less prone to violence when you could single them out.
Lesson thirty-three of being a proper Lord: Familiarity breeds compliance.
After making their way to the kitchen for some much-needed sustenance, even Roxy was pleasantly surprised to find just about everyone, sans Lisa, Rosaria, and Lynette, waiting for them. Even Fischl was present, smiling as she met eyes with the petite blunette and said, "Congratulations, Roxy." in an ostensibly sincere tone.
Before Roxy could respond, Barbara left her at a loss for words by openly inquiring, "How was it? I've never really experienced doing it with anyone else, but I've heard from a reliable source that Paul is very talented when it comes to pleasing women."
Smiling broadly at Barbara's 'unintentional' praise, Paul stood noticeably straighter as he replied, "It would be weirder if I weren't. I sure as hell get a lot of practice."
As if Paul's words were a perfect segue, Barbara adopted a playful smile of her own as she inquired, "Speaking of which, have you explained your 'unique' constitution to Roxy? Does she know you get stronger the more you have sex~?"
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Unused to Barbara's brazenness, Paul found himself unable to respond. Instead, it was Roxy who inquisitively inquired, "Is that true? I've heard speculation regarding the existence of Mana within semen, but it isn't a subject that is openly discussed within the academic community, much less polite society."
Recovering a bit during Roxy's dialogue, Paul scratched the back of his head as he explained, "The truth has been lost to time, but it's believed that the predecessor of the Greyrat Houses was a remarkably powerful Succubus, potentially even Lilith herself. During the First Great Human-Demon War, she was rumored to be the companion of one of the Seven Heroes who defeated the Demon Empress. All I know for certain is that there is a growing faction backed by the Milis Church that blames her for the current state of the Asuran Nobility."
Noticing the contempt in Paul's expression and tone, Roxy decided not to suggest there might be some truth to such claims. Instead, she got back to the original subject, asking, "So you grow more powerful the more you have sex? That seems...exploitable...'
Answering in place of Paul, Barbara appeared somewhat giddy as she clarified, "It isn't just Paul. Though the effect is most prominent for those who possess Visions, his-"
Interrupting before her sister could finish, Jean shouted, "Barbara...!" in a stern, disproving tone. She knew that Barbara was just trying to get Roxy a bit more excited about being a part of their group, but there was a time and a place for everything. Talking about the benefits of having sex when 'outsiders' were present wasn't a good idea.
Following her sister's gaze, Barbara noticed that the group of women currently learning how to cook from Xiangling was paying more attention to them than their lessons. Xiangling also had an understandably helpless smile on her face, so Barbara immediately lost some of her vigor, lowering her head and pressing the tips of her fingers together as she said, "Sorry. I may have gotten a little too excited..."
Lightening the mood a little, Paul interrupted whatever Jean was about to say by insisting, "It's not that big a deal. Let's just keep bedroom topics in the bedroom from now on, okay? Right now, I'm fucking starving."
Furrowing her brows, Eula muttered, "Language." but Paul just adopted one of his usual smiles before grabbing a piece of lamb from Ghislaine's plate. She gave him a look that screamed betrayal, but he paid it no mind as he sat between her and Razor and subsequently invited Roxy to do the same.
With the trio from the Sword Sanctum returned and now Roxy, Paul knew he would need more than just his Dendro Vision to preserve his stamina...
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"Do you maybe think this is a bit much...?"
Hearing Paul's remark, Roxy furrowed her brows and said, "Quiet. It's hard enough to focus as is..."
After learning that Paul could effectively replenish her Mana, Roxy couldn't help wondering just how effective the process was. Thus, even though she was blushing up to her ears, she continued to slowly rock her hips back and forth, supported by Paul's hands as she channeled Healing Magic into a bottle of purified water. This was technically the process of creating Holy Water, but the Milis Church would probably lose their minds if they saw the method Roxy was using to maintain the supply of magical energy.
Though he felt a growing urge to push the focused blunette forward and pound her until she couldn't think straight, Paul compromised by reducing the strength in his hands ever so slightly. As a result, Roxy slipped further down his shaft, an action that sent a faint tremor up her spine and caused her entire body to tense.
Understanding what Paul was doing, Roxy said, "Please be patient..." in a shaky tone. She knew she wasn't exactly being fair to Paul right now, but she 'had' to know the limits of his ability to replenish Mana. Thus, for the past two and a half weeks, they had been performing this particular ritual at least three times a day.
Rolling his eyes, Paul dutifully supported Roxy's small yet incredibly soft butt without further teasing. She barely weighed 32kgs even when fully clothed, so it required minimal effort on his part. His only complaint was that Roxy's sensitivity meant she had to move painfully slow in order to maintain her focus. Paul was used to far more intense types of sex so, even though Roxy was inarguably the tightest among his current lovers, the slow grinding actually caused his penis to feel numb.
Fortunately, even with Paul's 'assistance,' Roxy's Mana reserves weren't exceptionally high. She was around the level of an average Saint-Ranked Magician, so she could only continue channeling Healing Magic for a few minutes before completely exhausting her reserves.
With the pale green light fading from her palms, Roxy exhaled a tired sigh before falling face-forward between Paul's legs and mumbling, "Do what you want..." in a weary tone. Mana deficiency caused similar symptoms as physical exhaustion, so she couldn't even maintain her posture when her tank was empty.&nbsp;
That's where Paul came in.
Rising to a seated position, Paul made sure that Roxy's hips wouldn't fall before reaching forward to hook his hands beneath her knees. He could feel her insides tense up like a vice, but that didn't stop him from forcing her to sit back up, her back against his chest and tongue protruding as he raised and lowered her body entire body along his shaft...
Though all of Paul's women were on the lighter side, excluding the 70kg Ghislaine, Roxy's size and weight made her particularly easy to handle. It had bothered her quite a bit near the beginning, but, as she couldn't move of her own accord while fatigued, Roxy had secretly come to enjoy being held up by Paul. There was something about being suspended and feeling helpless that made her heart race...
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Exhaling the breath he had been holding, Paul's expression morphed into an ostensibly cold glower as he observed the woman a few meters away from him. The moment their eyes met, her figure appeared to blur for the briefest of moments, prompting Paul to draw his broadsword across the front of his body, the flat of the blade facing outward.
As if drawn to Paul's blade like a powerful magnet, the rapier-like blade of his opponent bent noticeably as the tip connected with the flat of Paul's blade. Instead of breaking or bending further, however, a pale white light briefly flashed along the length of the blade, instantly straightening it and causing Paul's feet to crack the earth beneath him as he firmly stood his ground.
Hurting Paul's pride a bit, his opponent smiled and said, "Not bad." as she brandished her blade in a flurry of elegant arcs that left visible, pale-white trails of light. None of her attacks managed to breach Paul's defense, but her tempo and spacing prevented him from countering.
Though the Water God Style was considered the counter to the Sword God Style, that logic only applied if both practitioners were purists with the temperament expected of their respective schools. If a user of the Sword God Style had a foundation in the Water God Style, they would be able to circumvent the latter's counters by simply remaining patient and never overcommitting to an attack.&nbsp;
Having spent five years practicing the Water God Style and learning 'true' swordsmanship from Ei, Barbara was a nightmare for practitioners of both the Sword and Water God Styles. Her attacks lacked power, but there was a reason neither school focused on strength. So long as you were fast and accurate with your strikes, your sword would take care of the rest.
As he grew increasingly frustrated the longer the fight lasted, gaps began to appear in Paul's defense. His sword was a lot heavier than the rapier-like blade in Barbara's hand, so, even if he wasn't moving around all that much, it placed a much greater strain on his muscles.
Correctly assuming that most of the gaps in Paul's defense were created to draw her in, Barbara maintained a faint smile as she kept her distance and practically danced around him like a wasp tormenting a beetle. She didn't actually enjoy deconstructing Paul's fighting style, but she knew he would feel even worse if she went 'easy' on him.
Clicking his tongue, Paul was prepared to go on the offensive, but Barbara immediately created some space between them, her right hand extending to unleash a lance-like torrent of water. He managed to cut through the attack and disperse much of it with a shockwave generated by Touki, but he still ended up being soaked by the frigid waters.
Exhaling another sigh, Paul shook his head and planted his sword into the ground, stating, "Let's call it here. If I get any more riled up, I may end up doing something stupid..."
Nodding her head in affirmation, Barbara sheathed her sword and said, "I understand." before making her way over to Paul and asking, "Now, what should I ask for~?" in a playful tone. As per Paul's suggestion, the winner of their spars could make virtually any request of the loser. Had he known he would lose every single one of their spars, he might have come up with something different.
Smiling wryly in response to Barbara's words, Paul attempted to wrap his arms around her but was prevented as she said, "You're wet." in a matter-of-factly tone. Then, before Paul could say anything in his defense, she adopted a squinty-eyed smile and suggested, "We should get you out of these clothes..."
Adopting a markedly more wolfish grin, Paul ignored Barbara's previous protest, shamelessly wrapping his arms around to squeeze her butt as he remarked, "So that's why you kept peppering me with Water Magic. Trying to get me out of my pants and into yours...?"
Giggling in response to Paul's words, Barbara tiptoed to plant a kiss on his lips before revealing, "I asked Esme to draw a bath..."
Though it was primarily theatrical, Paul winced in response to Barbara's words. He knew his chances of defeating her in a spar were slim, but it still kind of stung to hear her suggest she knew the outcome before they even fought.
Caressing Paul's face, Barbara said, "Don't worry. You're plenty strong. I just have more motivation to win..."
Punctuating her words, Barbara planted another kiss on Paul's lips. This time, however, she didn't immediately separate. Instead, she linked her arms around his neck and took the initiative to breach his lips with her tongue.
Though he couldn't help feeling that the dynamic in their relationship was reversing, Paul dutifully reciprocated Barbara's affections. He knew he was living a pretty blessed life surrounded by so many beautiful women, so he did his best not to complain just because things weren't going his way.&nbsp;
Just as Paul was thinking he needed to try harder, Ghislaine, who had been observing their spar a few meters away, immediately perked up, shouting, "Something's coming...!" as she unsheathed her fang-like sword.
Directly following Ghislaine's outburst, Paul also detected that something was fast approaching them. So fast, in fact, that by the time he released Barbara and prepared to grab his sword, it had already reached his side.
As Ghislaine prepared to leap to Paul's aid, the latter raised his hand and shouted, "Stop!" in a commanding tone. Because of this, Ghislaine nearly ended up face-planting into the snow as her feet stopped before her brain had fully processed what he said.
Though he was tempted to tease Ghislaine for her clumsiness, Paul was more focused on the fluffy, bluish-white creature that had appeared at his side. It was an inordinately beautiful creature with mesmeric, purple-pink eyes, a coat that resembled painted clouds, and, most notably, a pair of dark-purple horns that hummed with incredible power.
Recognizing the creature's identity almost immediately, Paul placed his forehead against its snout, affectionately caressing the underside of its head as he whispered, "Ganyu...it's good to see you..."
Taking advantage of the fact she was in her Qilin form, Ganyu responded to Paul's words with an affectionate lick before nuzzling against him with enough force to send his feet skidding backward. He did his best to stay upright but eventually fell over, a dilemma that was promptly followed by Ganyu plopping down and rolling onto her back as she shrunk down to a size capable of fitting in his lap.
Not expecting such an emotional response, Paul couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt as he caressed Ganyu's indescribably soft underbelly and whispered, "I missed you too..."
Curious about the creature's identity, Ghislaine cautiously approached the slightly annoyed-looking Barbara and questioned, "Is that Paul's pet? I've never seen or heard of a monster that could alter its size..."
Suppressing a sigh, Barbara shook her head and revealed, "That's Ganyu, one of our allies and another of Paul's lovers. She's able to transform and alter her size at will."
Though she was more than a little surprised at first, Ghislaine felt relieved when Barbara clarified that Ganyu could transform. If Paul was the kind of man that would even sleep with animals, she might have to reconsider her decision to follow him.
There was such a thing as being too 'open-minded' when it came to love...
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After making their way back to the city, Paul received permission from Barbara to let Ganyu join them in the bath. He ordinarily wouldn't ask for such a thing, but it was a bath she had prepared specifically for the two of them. If he coopted it without her approval, he would have felt even more like an ass.
Though she was a bit reluctant at first, Ganyu eventually transformed into her human form once they had reached the changing room. As ridiculous as the notion was, she was a little afraid that Paul would be put off by her more mature appearance, as, back in Liyue, many people had avoided her.
To Ganyu's considerable relief, Paul's reaction to her mature form could best be described as captivated befuddlement rather than disgust. There was also a fair amount of lust exuding from his aura, so Ganyu could feel the underside of her horns burning as she placed her hand over her heart and asked, "How do I look...?"
Since Barbara was also present, Paul did his best to control himself as he smiled and whispered, "As beautiful as always..."
Seeing through Paul's thoughts, Ganyu shifted her attention to Barbara, an apologetic expression marring her face as she said, "I feel I owe you an apology, Lady Barbara. I have clearly intruded upon you and Master Paul. For that, I sincerely apologize."
Discarding her mild annoyance, Barbara dismissively waved her hand, insisting, "You've done nothing warranting an apology. Rather, you must be exhausted after trekking all the way here from the Strife Zone. Letting you join us in the bath is the least I could do."
Though she could tell that Barbara wasn't being completely honest with herself, Ganyu returned a smile and said, "You're a very kind person." in a sincere tone. Not all humans could set aside their wants and needs out of respect and concern for others.
Feeling a little sheepish, Barbara briefly considered excusing herself so that Paul and Ganyu could have some alone time together. Instead, she took the initiative to begin undressing, saying, "I'm actually a very selfish person..." under her breath.&nbsp;
Hearing Barbara's utterance, a more prominent smile developed across Ganyu's face. Barbara's behavior reminded her a lot of Paul, as no matter how often he helped others, he would perpetually insist he wasn't a good person.&nbsp;
Returning her gaze to Paul, Ganyu's eyes briefly lost focus as she silently observed him removing his damp clothing. She hadn't noticed it before, as she was primarily focused on the radiance of his aura, but he had matured considerably since their last encounter...
Noticing Ganyu staring at him with a dreamy expression on her face, Paul could feel a strangely fluttery sensation spreading through his body as he forced a cocky smile and asked, "Like what you see...?"
Without losing her unfocused look, Ganyu nodded her head and muttered, "Yes..." in a delicate yet naturally penetrating tone. Her voice could barely be called a whisper, but Paul felt as though they had been carved directly upon his heart.
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Noticing the changes in Paul's aura, Ganyu promptly regained her senses, a light glaze spreading across the surface of her eyes as she stared up at him and said, "It's okay..." in a permissive tone.
("This woman...")
Swallowing the knot that had formed in his throat, Paul shook his head and half-heartedly replied, "Maybe later..." before quickly stripping out of his pants. He noticed Ganyu's gaze immediately descending to his lower body but pretended not to as he grabbed a towel and hurriedly slipped past both her and Barbara.
Seeing Paul practically run away, Barbara briefly fell into a daze before shifting her attention to the culprit responsible. She was tempted to ask Ganyu for advice but found herself awestruck as she observed the blue-haired Adeptus staring longingly in the direction Paul had departed. The backdrop of the changing room wasn't even remotely scenic, but Ganyu's presence made the scene resemble a masterful painting...
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Sensing the changes in Barbara's aura, Ganyu blinked back to her senses before turning to the stone-faced blonde and saying, "You shouldn't be so concerned with how you compare to others. Master cares deeply for you. Is that not enough?"
Surprised by Ganyu's words, Barbara opened her mouth but found herself momentarily unable to speak. Her first instinct was to apologize, but she quickly suppressed it and answered, "It is." in the most sincere tone she could manage. Ganyu could tell she wasn't being entirely truthful, but that didn't stop her from adopting a smile and saying, "I see why Master chose you. The two of you are very alike..."
And like that, Ganyu suddenly became one of Barbara's favorite people...
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While Paul was learning just how stubborn Roxy could be, Jean had pulled Barbara aside to inform her of the situation surrounding Reida. The bakery had grown considerably over the past few months, so the two sisters had a room to themselves as Jean recounted Eula's explanation.
After hearing her elder sister's explanation, Barbara couldn't help exhaling a sigh as she remarked, "I figured something like this would happen. Paul seems to be both loved and despised by fate. No matter how desperately he tries to carve his own path, fate conspires to have him walk another..."
In the original plan that Paul had drafted, it would have been years, if not an entire decade, before they returned to the Asura Kingdom. By then, he would have more than enough power and influence to bring about change as he would have had an entire nation to support him. That was still an option, but Paul wasn't the type of man who could ignore his children. He would, at the very least, try to ensure their safety.
Though she nodded her head in response to Barbara's words, Jean was staring off into space with a listless look as she replied, "That appears to be the case..."
Seeing the expression on her elder sister's face, Barbara hesitated for a brief moment before asking, "What did you make of Paul's words to Roxy? Do you think he'll be okay...?"
Nodding her head, Jean pulled Barbara a little closer, snuggling with the petite blonde as she softly affirmed, "He'll be fine. Paul is a capable man with a hardy sense of responsibility. He may have moments of weakness, but I can't imagine him giving up..."
Recalling the many times Paul had pushed himself beyond the point of exhaustion, a faint smile developed across Jean's face. Paul seemed to think his behavior was normal, citing how anyone from his previous world would try just as hard, but Jean refused to believe that. Not just anyone could push themselves to the point of pooping blood and simply laugh it off...
Though she was briefly annoyed due to the size of her sister's breasts, Barbara promptly suppressed her envy as she nestled closer to Jean and intoned an affirmative, "Nn..." She would prefer it if Paul confided in them more, but she empathized with his need to appear strong. After all, she was much the same...
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Paul didn't know if it was because of Ningguang's constantly teasing or because he had been bathing with young-looking girls since he was five, but he wasn't nearly as off-put by Roxy's naked form as he expected. He earned himself a disproving stare when she asked if he preferred large or small breasts, but hey, he was a descendant of House Notos. He couldn't just lie about his preferences.
With his initial apprehensions out of the way, Paul's primary concern was the rather drastic disparity between his and Roxy's sizes. He didn't know her exact height, but he estimated her to be between 145-150cm. His own height was around 188cm, so he felt like a veritable giant compared to the petite bluenette.
Fortunately for both of them, Roxy's curiosity and intrigue far outweighed her bashfulness. She was incredibly nervous near the beginning but quickly overcame her unease once Paul encouraged her to ask questions and allowed her to do as she pleased. She had secretly been worried that Paul might manhandle her or condemn her inexperience, so she was more than a little relieved to be the one in control.
Taking advantage of the liberty Paul had afforded her, Roxy barraged him with questions while analyzing virtually every millimeter of a specific part of his body. She was a little disappointed when Paul couldn't provide the exact dimensions of his penis, but that didn't stop her from making rough estimates and comparing them to the dimensions of her body.
With her hand barely being able to close around it, Roxy was worried that her body was too small to accommodate Paul's size. She had previously stumbled into a red-light district where Hobbits attended to guests nearly twice their size, but she had never been able to comprehend how such a union was possible. Paul reminded her that a vagina could stretch quite a bit to allow for childbirth, but that wasn't a very satisfying answer since the delivery of a child was supposed to be one of the most painful things a woman could experience.
To ease Roxy into things, Paul suggested a few different types of foreplay they could try. She outright rejected his offer to eat her out, but complied when he suggested they try intercrural sex. Instead of doing her between the legs, however, he had her grind against him with her crotch since they would ultimately be having sex with her on top.
Though Paul couldn't help visualizing a bunch of S.W.A.T. team members bursting into his room, the scene of Roxy biting her lower lip as she used his hands for support was surprisingly tantalizing. He didn't know if it was because she was pent up after nearly thirty years of maidenhood, but she was remarkably sensitive. So much so that she barely managed a minute and a half before tensing up and being unable to move on her own.
To make things easier for the petite blunette, Paul shifted his hands to Roxy's chest and began massaging her nipples with his thumbs. A series of stifled moans emanated from her throat, but she made no attempts to stop him as he rolled and pressed her perpetually burgeoning buds with practiced intensity.
Sensing Roxy's impending climax, Paul calmly reminded her of the fact that the room was soundproofed before sliding his hands down her body and rocking her hips. The sudden increase in stimulation caused her to panic, but Paul assured her that it would be perfectly normal even if she did pee herself. Some girls simply couldn't help it.
Fortunately for them both, Roxy didn't actually pee herself. Instead, she experienced a powerful climax that caused her to curl forward and cling to Paul for support. He dutifully caressed her back with his right hand, but his left also made its way to her lower mouth, gently probing her entrance and stimulating her vulva in preparation for what was to come.
Feeling Paul's fingers fiddling around down below, a whimpering moan emanated from Roxy's throat as she nestled against his chest. The fear that had been lurking in the back of her mind began to resurface, but she offered no resistance. Instead, she stared blankly at Paul's nipple before proceeding to lick and suckle it as a distraction.
Finding it difficult to fit more than the tip of his ring finger in Roxy's tiny entrance, Paul spent nearly twenty minutes focused solely on trying to loosen her up. In the process, he caused Roxy to climax a total of seven times, each successive orgasm causing her body to tense violently before subsequently becoming more relaxed.
In the end, it was Roxy who decided it was time to move on. As much as she enjoyed her successive orgasms, she couldn't help feeling as though Paul was being overly cautious. She was also feeling pretty tired as it was close to one in the morning, so she eventually stared him in the eyes and assured him she was ready.
Not wanting to hurt Roxy's pride, Paul rewarded her bravery with a deep and passionate kiss as he adjusted her hips and attempted to adjust his angle to align with the entrance of her vagina. It was a lot harder than he was used to, but he eventually found the sweet spot as his glans slowly and deliberately sank into Roxy's shallow depths. Even after all of Paul's efforts, the interior of her vagina had only expanded to around 12cm, not even half his total length.
Rather than focusing on his inability to bottom out in Roxy's insides, Paul spent several minutes focused on helping her calm down and acclimate to the sensation of having his penis inside of her. This allowed him to sink a little further into her depths, but 15cm seemed to be about the upper limit of what her body could withstand at the present moment.
Since she was incapable of moving independently, Paul helped Roxy by squeezing and massaging her butt as he gently probed her insides. It was a little frustrating not being able to thrust and move about freely, but the intense tightness of Roxy's vagina provided more than enough stimulation to bring him to the brink of a climax.
Though he should have learned his lesson with Reida, Paul didn't hesitate to release his seed into the deepest parts of Roxy's vagina. With what he knew of her character, she would probably feel self-conscious if he pulled out during their first time, so he was willing to task the risk.&nbsp;
When she initially felt an intense warmth filling her lower body, Roxy didn't immediately understand what was happening. All she knew was that the pain she had been experiencing abruptly diminished, replaced a pleasant warmth that seemed to spread through her abdomen and slowly creep up her spine.
Fortunately, at least for the time being, Roxy didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. Unlike the majority of human females, Migurdians didn't have a monthly ovulation cycle. They were a long-lived species and would typically only go into estrus once a year. For Roxy, this was usually around the start of the seventh month, so she didn't have to be overly concerned with Paul inadvertently knocking her up...
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Opening her eyes to an unfamiliar environment, Roxy experienced a very brief moment of panic until she noticed that the person sleeping next to her was Paul. She had considered the possibility that the previous night was an alcohol-inspired dream, so she was both relieved and concerned to find that it wasn't.
Realizing what she had done, Roxy softly muttered, "I can't believe I lost my virginity to a serial womanizer..."
Hearing the petite blunette's remark, Paul quit pretending to be asleep, playfully retorting, "I prefer the terms philanderer and ladies' man. Calling me a womanizer makes me sound inconsiderate."
Though she was a little surprised that Paul was pretending to be asleep, Roxy quickly composed herself and quoted one of her favorite romance novels, asserting, "You can call yourself whatever you like so long as I can call you mine..."
Raising his brows, the smile on Paul's face became more prominent as he remarked, "It's usually the guy that shills the cheesy one-liners. Not that I'm complaining..."
Catching Roxy by surprise, Paul abruptly rolled toward her, pinning her beneath him as he appended, "If I'm yours, you're equally mine..." with a wolfish grin on his face. Now that they had crossed the line and advanced their relationship to the point of physical intimacy, he felt no qualms about teasing her.
With Paul's body easily blanketing her own, Roxy couldn't help swallowing nervously as she gazed at him with upturned eyes. Instead of feeling fear, however, expectation swelled within her tiny frame as she spread her legs and said, "Prove it..."
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Though it was already well past the time he would usually be up and out of his room, Paul couldn't let Roxy's goading go unanswered. He had the impression she was testing him to see if the previous night had been an accident spurred by inebriety, so he immediately lowered his face to kiss her on the lips. Then, even though it caused a faint creaking sound to be heard throughout the bakery, he demonstrated to Roxy that the previous night wasn't just a one-time thing...
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Chapter 91: MI91: Care