I Thought You Might Be Lonely

When everything started to settle down and the guests for Rudeu's birthday began to disappear, Philip sat him down for a chat after the party. Philip made sure to constantly top up Rudeu's cup with wine, no doubt Philip wanted him drunk for some reason. After the third cup of wine, the topic changed from the events of the party to the political situation in Philips's house. Rudeus knew it best not to commit to anything without proper consideration. So to help keep his head clear without tipping off Philip, he accepted every cup of wine he was offered but secretly used his silent spell casting to heat up and boil off most of the alcohol in his cup before cooling it again the same way. They chatted for an hour or two, but when Philip mentioned his daughter, Rudeus ended the conversation by politely declining to join the faction at this time. Retiring to his room for the night, while Feigning a wobble in his step to prevent suspicion from Philip, Rudeus ascended the stairs to the second floor where it was located. Rudeus successfully avoided becoming drunk but he did feel quite warm and sported a very large smile from Philip's final proposal.

When Rudeus opened the door to his room he found Eris sitting nervously on the edge of his bed, he gulped silently noticing her in a thin silk nightgown.

"Ah Philip you're playing dirty," he thought.

"G-good evening Rudy" Eris said nervously.

Some of her beautiful crimson hair hung over her left shoulder hiding the subtle shape of her breast. The fingers on her left hand ran slowly through it, Rudeus could tell that it had been washed and brushed and he could smell a hint of sweet oils. Eris was always training with the sword leaving her hair tangled and unruly, he was sure she must have spent a long time getting ready. He thought it must have been torture for the wild Eris to sit still for that long.

Rudeus quietly took a deep breath calming himself before stepping into the room. Taking an exaggerated bow he asked, "Good evening Lady Eris, to what do I owe the honor of a visit?".

"W - well it's a special occasion.... Uhm your family couldn't be here... uhm, well, you know. I thought you must be lonely, so, I thought I could keep you company, for a bit." Eris replied

Rudeus slid a chair out from under the desk near the door turning it to face her. "Well that is very kind of you Lady Eris"

'Just Eris! Not lady.' When she realized she said it in a harsh tone, she blushed and turned her gaze down now using both hands to run her finger through the hair draped over her left shoulder. Rudeus noticed that when her right hand crossed her chest, it caused the front of her nightgown to open slightly and he caught a glimpse of her right breast.

"Of Course, Eris" he replied as he slowly sat down on the chair, unable to take his eyes off the window opening up to a view of her perfect chest. Eris couldn't see his gaze as she sat with her eyes turned down looking at his feet.

"W-why are you sitting over there?" she asked with a stutter.

Rudeus was enthralled by the view and it took him a moment to realize the question was an invitation.

"Oh silly me," he said, getting up and sitting nervously just to her left on the edge of the bed. Rudeus was nervous but an excitement of being near her pushed him on as Eris sat. While her gaze was on the floor he was able to see over her shoulder, past her silky red hair and down the front of her nightgown, the view from here was even less obstructed. He saw the wonderful shape of her breasts, he could tell the skin was slightly paler than the rest of her. That excited him a little as it was a testament that the sun never touched them, she always kept them hidden but now he could gaze upon this secret treasure. When Rudeus straightened his back, gaining a tiny bit more height he could see at the tip of her breast her light pink areola, her nipple nestled softly inside and without a hint of firmness.

Rudeus was hypnotized by the view and he didn't notice that they had both been sitting in silence for several minutes. During his stargazing the silence made Eris even more nervous; she wondered if by being here she was bothering Rudeus, but when she lifted her eyes from the floor she saw his trousers had a sizable bulge.

Eris was inexperienced but her mother and her etiquette trainer Edna had talked to her about tonight. They had grabbed her long before Rudeus' birthday party ended, they stripped her, bathed her combed and oiled her hair. They talked about men and husbands and a woman's suffering. At first, Eris didn't want to go to all this trouble with her hair, hair was only a nuisance it got in the way of her sword training. If she could, she would cut it off. But her mother demanded she keep it, "men like long hair" her mother told her and when Eris thought about it Rudy would run his finger through her hair when she pretended to sleep in class. Eris blushed and she endured the cleaning and educational talk she received. Then her mother gave her a ridiculously thin nightgown with an unnecessarily low cut around the chest.

"Eris, you are a wild child, no one that meets you is left with a good impression. But that Rudeus is an exception, you yell and he listens, you run and he follows, you hit him and he smiles. But how long will he smile, one day he might n..." as her mother spoke, she cut herself off staying silent while lowering the nightgown over Eris's head. As Eris slid her arms through the shoulders of the nightgown thinking to herself she finished her mother thought: "One day he might not and you'll be alone"

Quietly she walked to his room and sat on the bed waiting for him, Eris sat for a long time thinking. "I am a wicked person, violent, disobedient, rude. Everyone hates me, Rudy must hate me. He only looks at me when he thinks I can't see, he touches me when he thinks I'm asleep but when I look back at him he never shows interest in me. Why would he???? I know I'm a monster?". So when he finally came upstairs he bowed, a woman in a nightgown waited for him on his bed and he bowed. He used a formal title, he sat across the room. He didn't stare at me in a see-through nightgown, he didn't rush to my side. "Ah, of course, he dislikes me". I invited him to sit with me and he did but he sat quietly, he didn't try to touch me and he didn't sniff my hair. "Of course, he's disgusted by me".

So as she sat there next to him quietly for what felt like an age. When her nerves finally failed her and she was about to run frim the room, she looked up from the floor and she saw his trousers pulled tight, she knew why (Edna blushed when she described it to Eris). "maybe he does like me?" she thought, "Maybe it's not too late!". She looked up smiling shyly, "what is going on down there" Eris pointed towards his lap.

Rudeus apologized "I'm sorry Eris it's beyond my control. You're just so beautiful you see" Rudeus stood to move a little further down the bed but Eris grabbed his wrist,

"It's ok, you can stay," she whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

"But if I sit so close I might make a mistake." he said

"I-it's ok if you stay with me" she replied.

"Ah but if you are dressed like that and sitting so close I might lose myself and end up doing something naughty," Rudeus said hoping that would help her to her senses and let him move.

Rudeus' heart raced as Eris said "It's ok, it can't be helped I guess. Just this once I'll let you be a little naughty, but only a little you hear"

"Tempting" resounded in his head, but he was her teacher, and here was an opportunity to teach her about appropriate interactions. Rudeus smiled politely and spoke to deny her "Don't be silly Lady Eris it's not wise for a tutor to...."

Rudeus was no wise tutor, he was a fool, his body moved on its own cutting off his own words. While he was talking he had slowly turned to face her, his right hand touched her gently on the back between her shoulder blades. As his Left moved swiftly and silently past her hands: fingers still combing through her hair. His hand cupped her right breast gently, his fingers curling slightly putting a tiny pressure on its sides. He touched her chest for the first time and he found it glorious, in the center of his palm he felt a small lump forming, the feeling of her nipple stiffening at his touch severed the last strand of common sense he had left. He leaned in kissing her gently on her closed lips and he used a little pressure on her chest and slowly lowered her onto the bed.

Eris looked up seeing the candle chandelier that filled the room with a dim light. Eris lay with her feet hanging off the edge of the bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. As Rudeus leaned in, looking down at her. Her once vibrant and curiosity-filled eyes were squeezed shut, her face trying to hide her uncertainty as she lay on the thick, velvet sheets. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink as if to challenge the redness of her fiery locks fanned out on the pillow behind her. She had her hands at her sides, fingers gripping onto the fabric beneath her to prevent herself from reflexively stopping him out of nervousness. She could feel her pulse thumping in her neck as she waited for him. The room seemed to slow, the thump thump thump in her neck took longer and longer to arrive though her pulse was surly racing.

Rudeus smiled, his eyes never leaving her. He placed both hands on her chest feeling her over her nightgown. Eris believed he knew everything about everything, he always answered every question she ever had with a quick decisive answer and she had yet to see him be wrong. Rudeus looked at Eris, certain he knew everything he needed for this moment, he read books, watched videos, and wrote dirty fanfiction but in the end, it turned out he knew nothing. The moment he touched her he realized the only thing in this world that he truly knew was that Eris felt amazing. He touched her gently, twisting his palms and then kneading her like dough. He was just enjoying this little naughtiness for the first time in his life and Eris allowed him. His movements grew more fevered, and his breathing intensified. He watched the way her eyelids twitched as she squeezed them shut and her lips parted in silent gasps, as he gently traced her sensitive skin. Using her reactions as a guide to do more or drawback a bit, he slowly navigated her uncharted terrain testing what she deemed acceptable. With no signs of opposition, he became bolder, his right hand learning the exact shape of her left breast, running a full circle around it moving slowly between her cleavage, then the space just below her collarbone, along the side feeling every rib along the way and then under it,

"Oh, that is how they fit together. Lovely" Ruseus thought. His other hand spent that time sliding down her right breast, the smooth mound sliding under his palm, her small stiff nipple moving along the space between his middle and ring finger, over her short ribs and over her hard-toned abs. Eris trained daily with the sword, she was fit and toned with the most exquisite six-pack he had ever touched. It was the only six-pack he ever felt but Rudeus knew that this was an exceptional six-pack. His hand continued down over Eris's hip, his thumb sliding over her pelvis and his finger curving around just barely touching the side of her ass. Rudeus enjoyed the feel of her exposed skin as his hand slid off the nightgown onto Eris's outer thigh before reaching her knee twisting around it and heading back up her body. His fingers lightly tickled her inner thigh as he moved.

Around the time his thumb slid over her pelvis Eris's breathing moved from her nose to her mouth, her breaths slower but very deep releasing a lot of heat with every breath, every puff visible in the cool air. At some point, the grip her hands had on the sheet to prevent her from unintentionally moving them had loosened and her left hand was in her hair and her right held the bottom of her nightgown pulling it down and to the side tightly. No longer was Eris overthinking everything, she wasn't thinking about her future, she wasn't thinking about what Rudeus might be thinking, she didn't think about what she was doing, what was right or what was inappropriate. The only thoughts she did have were that Rudeus was good at everything. Magic, mathematics, reading. He was even a mage that trained in the sword, and now, touching too.

As Rudeus's hand started its way back up Eris's thigh siding along the inside, his hand found its way under her nightgown. Eris had at some point unconsciously pulled it taught, sliding the bottom out from between her legs leaving a small opening. Rudeus's hand would have slid over the Gown and made its way back to her godly abs, but it slid under and stopped when his little finger hit a barrier. It was not an invisible unbreakable barrier like he would make with magic nor a hard unyielding wall of muscle that warriors would use to block an attack. No, it was soft, it was warm, it was covered in white cotton, as Rudeus's hand moved up her thigh his finger stopped against her tender cushion. His hand reflexively twists, sliding sideways from her leg across her soft mound, little finger rising and descending with the contours and settling on the other side. He had his palm resting on her pelvis. Rudeus stopped the movement resting his hand while cupping her womanhood.

Rudeus waited, not moving his left hand; surely she would never let him go further than this and he prepared to stop the second she uttered any displeasure. But she remained silent. He looked up to see her holding her eyes shut tightly as if to endure a displeasure because of some unknown debt she owed him. (But in contrast, Eris could feel the heat building in her lower abdomen, she felt no urge to stop and she bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan that Rudeus hadn't noticed). Before he knew it his palm made gentle strokes sliding up and down over her soft cotton panties. He applied just the slightest pressure, the base of his palm stroking her pelvis and moving down to the hood at the top of her vulva. While his middle finger slid gently in the groove of her swollen lips held back by cotton so they never parted. Slowly Eris's breathing grew more and more erratic.

Rudeus had noticed the change and increased his pace, his movements becoming more confident as he watched her reactions. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered "You're so beautiful, Eris," he murmured, "so perfect." Her legs relaxed and parted slightly, finding their naturally comfortable position. Was it his words or his touch he didn't know. But Rudeus took the opportunity to slide his hand up and then slip under the thin white cotton. The base of his palm rubbed her hood that no longer hid the slight nub that lived there and his middle finger again found the groove, settling deeper than before. Again Eris squeezed her eyes harder then mumbled "R. Rudy I... I... I think that's enough" but he was lost in the moment, not hearing her he continued. She wanted to speak up again and stop but also not, so she laid still a little longer, this was all new to her and she was wet. Rudeus inserted a finger. Now things began heating up faster, her clitoris was fully exposed and her juices had worked their way up lubricating his palm as it rubbed unobstructed. Rudeus increased the pressure there and began to work her from the inside. As much as he was turned on by the feel of her, it was the sounds she began to make that he derived pleasure from. In this moment nothing meant more to him than helping her make those sounds, he did all he could to please her and she didn't repeat her protest.

This time Eris failed to hold a soft moan, it escaped her lips and her hips began to slowly rock in rhythm with his touch. Rudy's full attention was between her legs, leaving his right hand idle. He was no longer exploring her chest so he slid himself down closer to the edge of the bed to give himself a better angle. Rudeus lifted Eris's night gown draping it above her sexy abs and he slowly slid off her panties. Eris made no protest, the only sound that escaped her lips was heavy panting. When the cotton fabric pulled against her cheeks she lifted her hips, as it slipped free she closed her knees allowing Rudeus to slide them off, leaving them dangling from one of her ankles he returned his hands to her waiting wetness.

Rudeus knew that this was the first time for Eris and he never dreamed of being here for it, but now that he was he planned on making it memorable for her. This was also his first time but he was no unenlightened fool, before he ever met Eris, before he was reincarnated he lived alone and like every nerd, he consumed every bit of material on this very subject. He read books, watched videos, browsed articles about pleasing your partner and most importantly he knew anatomy. He knew where things were and how to find them. Rudeus was confident.

Rudeus moved and knelt before Eris, lifting her legs and spreading her knees. Placing a hand under her hips, he lifted them, providing himself with a clear view of her. He watched intently as he inserted two fingers, palm up, inside her. Eris let out a moan as they entered. His gaze focused just below her fiery red pubic hair as her clitoris peeked out from under the vulva, he moved his fingers in and out of her. Eris moaned and moved her hips, placing her hands on her head she ran her finger through her hair, pulling on it now and then.

Rudeus adjusted his movements, curling his fingers slightly to brush against the sensitive spot inside her. He placed his other hand flat on her pelvis to focus on her clitoris, and he began to circle it with his thumb, applying gentle but steady pressure. The combination of sensations made Eris arch her back and cry out in pleasure. Rudeus maintained a rhythm, his fingers moving in and out while his thumb kept up its tender massage. He watched her reactions closely, each twitch and gasp guiding him to increase or decrease the intensity. Eris's breathing became more erratic, her body responding eagerly to his touch, her hips lifting to meet his hand as waves of pleasure coursed through her. He slowed to let her rest and catch her breath.

When she calmed from her near orgasm Rudeus began again, this time with more intensity, his pinky and index finger dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks as he forcefully moved his middle two fingers in and out of her. He began curling them over and over beckoning, calling for another wave of pleasure, rubbing against the inner wall of her pelvis. Rudeus was searching for a specific inflamed patch of flesh, a spot he knew would push Eris into a higher state of pleasure. With purposeful flicks, Rudeus found the spot he'd been seeking; he rubbed her pelvic floor from the inside. As Eris climaxed her eyes shot open and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a scream. Her body convulsed, her head tilted back pushing hard into the mattress, she clenched both fists dragging tufts of hair across her face. Her legs tightened around his hand, her muscles contracting around his fingers. The pleasure was like nothing she could have imagined, so intense, so overwhelming that it seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

He watched her with a mix of awe and satisfaction, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps. He never imagined that his hands would be this tired but he never felt so powerful, so connected to another person. She allowed him a small treat, a reward for his hard work. Then he pushed the boundary and he loved it, but it was her response, the raw, unbridled passion that she was unable to hide from him, that made him feel like a god. He leaned over her, his face hovering just above her dripping folds, his nose nestling in amongst her red pubic hair and he kissed her pelvis, sniffing the sweetness of victory and desire.