First Time in Outdoor?

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Theo, his gaze unable to resist, took a furtive glance at the tantalizing sight of Arabella's barely covered breasts, her nipples peeking through the sheer fabric of her gown. She seemed to have forgotten to wear a bra, leaving nothing to the imagination. The sight caused a stir in his loins, but he quickly averted his eyes to maintain propriety.

"Your Highness," he began, his voice a low purr, "I noticed your passion for books last night. Do you often find solace in literature?"

Arabella's eyes lit up with excitement, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue. "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with an enthusiasm that was contagious. "Books are a gateway to a thousand worlds, a place where one can lose themselves and find new wisdom."

Her words flowed like a river, painting a picture of her love for the written word. Theo found himself captivated by her passion, his own curiosity growing as she spoke. As the conversation deepened, the maid entered with a tray of fruits and cheeses, setting it on a nearby table.

Theo's hand reached out, his fingertips brushing against Arabella's, a silent promise of what could be. "Perhaps we could continue this discussion in private," he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.

Arabella's eyes widened in understanding, a playful smile dancing across her lips. She nodded, her voice barely above a murmur. "As you wish, my lord."

The maid, sensing the shift in the room's dynamics, discreetly excused herself, leaving the three of them alone. Theo's eyes searched Arabella's, seeking permission, and finding it in the warmth of her gaze.

"Lily," he said gently, breaking the spell, "Could you guard the door? We wouldn't want any interruptions."

With a knowing smile, Lily nodded and stepped outside, closing the door softly behind her. "As you command, Your Grace," she said, her voice filled with the promise of understanding.

Theo's heart hammered in his chest as he turned back to Arabella, his thoughts racing. He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her palm. "I've been thinking about what happened in the garden," he began, his voice husky with desire. "And I can't help but wonder..."

Arabella's cheeks grew even redder as she met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've been thinking about it too," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I believe we should continue where we left off."

The air grew thick with anticipation as they stood, their bodies drawing closer, the warmth of their breath mingling. Theo leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss that promised much more to come.

Theo's hand found its way to Arabella's cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin as their kiss grew bolder. She tasted sweet, like the morning dew on the petals of the roses that adorned the garden outside. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tentatively reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, her body melting into his.

Their tongues danced together, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, as if they were long-lost lovers reunited. The heat between them grew, the room feeling as if it had become a sauna from their shared passion.

With a soft moan, Theo began to explore her body, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her gown to cup her firm, eager breast. She gasped into the kiss, her nipples pebbling against his palm. He could feel her heart racing, matching the tempo of his own.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the beauty of her nakedness. "You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Arabella looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and fear. "But, my lord," she protested, "I've never..."

Theo silenced her with another kiss, his hand tracing a path down her body to the apex of her thighs. He could feel her wetness, her desire for him. "There's no need to be scared," he assured her, his voice a gentle rumble. "We'll take this slow."

He lifted her onto the table, her legs spread wide, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his mouth finding its way to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, feeling it harden beneath his touch. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking slightly.

With one hand still on her breast, Theo's other hand moved to her pussy, his fingers lightly tracing her folds before finally pushing one inside her. She was tight, but her body welcomed his intrusion, her walls clenching around his digit.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body writhing beneath his touch. "Oh, Lord Theo," she gasped, "It feels so good."

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. He added another finger, stretching her gently, preparing her for what was to come.

When he deemed her ready, Theo pulled back, his erection straining against his breeches. He untied the laces, freeing his cock, which was as hard as a steel rod.

Her eyes went wide as she took in the size of him. "Can it fit?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

Theo gave her a reassuring smile, his eyes never leaving hers. "It will," he promised, "And it will feel incredible."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her wetness. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed inside her, watching as she took every inch. Her eyes never left his, a silent plea for reassurance.

The pain was sharp, but Theo's gentle kisses and soothing whispers helped her to relax. Before she knew it, he was fully sheathed inside her, her body adjusting to his size.

He began to move, his strokes long and languid, filling her completely with each thrust. Arabella's eyes rolled back, her moans echoing through the chamber as she climaxed around him.

Theo's own release was not far behind, the sight of her pleasure pushing him over the edge. He groaned, his hips bucking as he filled her with his seed.

They remained there for a moment, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one. Theo pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices.

"You are mine," he murmured, his voice filled with possession.

Arabella nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Always," she promised.

As the aftermath of their passionate encounter settled, Lady Arabella leaned back against the chair, her chest heaving. "Lord Theo," she whispered, her voice filled with awe, "I never knew it could be like this."

Theo's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, his lips grazing her ear. "You are everything I want, now," he said, his voice a low growl of satisfaction.

Her hand reached down to stroke his still-hard dick, a sly smile playing on her lips. "And what of your other...desires?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

With Arabella touching his cock again, Theo couldn't help but feel his arousal spike once more. He knew she was feeling insecure about her ability to satisfy him, given his unique circumstances, but he was more than pleased with their union. The pressure from her hand grew stronger, and she watched his expression closely, looking for any sign of dissatisfaction.

Her blush deepened, and she leaned back against the table, shifting her weight to give him a better view of her plump, round ass. The temptation was too much for Theo to resist; he couldn't hold back any longer. With one swift move, he was inside her again, her wetness making it easy for him to enter in one smooth thrust.

Her breasts bounced with each of his powerful movements, her eyes wide with pleasure as she moaned and licked her lips. The sight of her lust was intoxicating, and he felt himself growing even harder.

Her hand found his balls, gently massaging them as he pumped into her. Each stroke was met with a whimper, her nails digging into his skin slightly, urging him deeper.

Theo's eyes never left hers as he moved, his gaze filled with the intensity of his passion. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the need for more, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their hips slapping against each other, the only sound in the otherwise quiet library.

Her mouth hung open, drool pooling at the corners as she moaned incoherently, her body on the edge of another orgasm.

Theo felt it building, the heat in his loins growing with each thrust. "Arabella," he groaned, his voice tight with desire.

Her only response was to lean back further, pushing her ass into him, taking him deeper.

With a final, powerful thrust, Theo came, his seed spilling into her once more.

Their breaths mingled in the stillness, their bodies still connected as they rode the waves of pleasure together.

In the aftermath of their union, the library remained silent except for the occasional creak of the aged floorboards beneath their feet. Lady Arabella, now dressed in a gown that barely contained her ample curves, sat at the grand desk with a knowing smile. Theo, feeling invigorated, paced the room, his gaze occasionally straying to the maid, who had discreetly returned and now watched from the shadows, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

The scent of their passion still lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the power that now flowed through their veins. The tapestries that adorned the walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their hearts, the candles flickering in time with their breaths.

Theo approached the desk, his hand resting lightly on the small of Arabella's back. "Your Highness," he said, his voice still thick with lust, "We should discuss this topic more often in the Future."

Her smile grew wicked, and she leaned back in the chair, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her dress. "Is that so?" she purred, her hand reaching back to caress his thigh.

Theo's gaze drifted to the open book before her, a tome of ancient prophecies. "I believe we may have just taken another step in fulfilling our destiny," he murmured, his eyes scanning the ancient texts.

Arabella's expression grew serious as she turned to face him, her hand still resting on his leg. "What if...what if what we just shared was more than just pleasure?"

Theo's eyes met hers, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "If that's true," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "then we must be prepared for what's to come."

Lily, who had been quietly watching the exchange, stepped forward. "Your Grace," she said, her voice deferential, "I have prepared a tray of refreshments. Perhaps it would be wise to regain your strength before the day's events unfold."

Theo nodded, his thoughts racing. "Thank you," he said.

"Sorry, I mess your study room," Theo said watching his sperm on the ground.

Arabella waved a dismissive hand. "It's nothing," she said, her voice husky. "Consider it a...memorial to our newfound bond."

The maid, who had been quietly cleaning up, giggled, and Lily's eyes narrowed slightly.

As the maid finished cleaning the floor, the intimate scene between Theo and Arabella was brought to an end with the soft whisper of a giggle. They had shared something profound, a secret that would soon be whispered through the castle halls. With a knowing look, the maid curtsied and exited the library, the sound of her footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Their encounter had not gone unnoticed. As the whispers grew louder, the news of Theo and Arabella's union reached the empress's ear. Empress Lilian couldn't help but chuckle to herself, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Good job, Arabella," she murmured under her breath. The political landscape of Astra was shifting, and she knew that Theo's seed would be the key to securing her kingdom's future.

Theo and Arabella, now dressed and composed, made their way out of the library, their steps measured and deliberate. They walked through the grand halls, their heads held high, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of passion. The whispers grew louder, the stares more intense, but they paid them no mind.

As they approached the empress's chamber, Lily spoke up. "Your Highness, the empress is expecting us," she said, her voice calm and collected.

Theo nodded, his heart racing. He knew that this was the moment that would set the course for the rest of their lives.

They entered the chamber, where Empress Lilian sat on her throne, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ah, Duke Theo, Lady Arabella," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've heard reports of your...enlightening encounter in the library. It seems that you two have found a way to bond."

Arabella blushed, but she held her ground, her eyes meeting the empress's with a newfound confidence. "We have, Your Highness," she said, her voice steady.

The empress leaned forward, her eyes glinting. "Very well! Then you should go with Sir Theo to Bruch. He has to at least know his dukedom.

The empress looked at Theo, " Lily and Ely already going with you, and also Lady Beatrice, It's alright If My daughter also wants to go?" She asked him.

"Of Course, It's my pleasure if she tags along." Theo shakes his head and agrees with the empress.

Arabella lit up with happiness, "Thank You Theo-Sama and Mother." she said with a bow.

The empress's smile grew wider. "Very well," she said. "Your journey begins tomorrow. May your bond grow stronger with each passing day."

Theo felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as he took in her words. He knew that he would need all the strength and support he could get to fulfill the prophecy. And with Lily, Ely, and now Arabella by his side, he felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.

"Thank you, Your Highness," he said, bowing low. "We won't disappoint you."

The empress's eyes gleamed as she nodded. "I know you won't," she said. "Now go, prepare for your journey. I will notify Lady Beatrice."

With that, Theo and Arabella exited the chamber, their hearts racing with the knowledge that they had just taken a significant step towards fulfilling the prophecy. The future was uncertain, but their bond was unshakeable.