Arc-4 Ch-17.5

A silent scream reverberates through the room. Well, maybe not reverberates. It’s just my mind spiraling into panic. Because there’s a naked beauty in my bed. Anyone would freak out. I’m not crazy. I always thought Dorothea was eccentric, but this is completely unhinged. A noble lady sneaking into a man’s room at night? That’s grounds for scandal, and it’ll ruin her marriage prospects.

I need to wake her, get her dressed, and send her back to her room. Surveying the room, her naked form catches my eye despite myself. Silky blonde hair, glossy lips, translucent skin. Her beauty, fit for a king’s harem, lives up to its praise. And now, with no clothes, parts usually hidden are exposed. Full, prominent breasts, darkened nipples, neatly trimmed pubic hair, voluptuous hips.

She’s not a girl—she’s a woman in her prime.

*Gulp…*

I swallow hard. The undeniable fact that she’s an exquisite woman hits me through every sense. I get why guys at the matchmaking party were all over her. She’s older, barely within the kingdom’s marriageable age for nobles, but that doesn’t matter. Her mature yet youthful body screams she’s at her peak, my instincts roaring.

I feel blood rushing below, my underwear tightening, my erection pulsing with heat. I try to look away, but the sight is too stunning to abandon. No, calm down, Nicks Fou Bartfort.

This is Dorothea’s trap.

If I give in and touch her, it’s game over. Deep breaths, stay focused—lose control, and I’m done. I drape the blanket over her and try to wake her.

“Dorothea, Dorothea.”

“Mmm…”

“Wake up, Dorothea.”

“Ahh…”

“Go back to your room.”

“Nooo, Nicks-sama…♥ That’d trouble me…♥”

“You’re awake, aren’t you, you crazy lady?”

My voice seems to rouse her, and she stirs slowly. I can never tell how much of her act is genuine. Rubbing her eyes, she finally comes to, her expression shifting as she sees me.

“Oh, Nicks-sama!♥”

She lunges, but I sidestep, and she tumbles off the bed. In the process, I accidentally glimpse between her legs—forget that, now.

“Why’d you dodge!?” she demands.

“Sorry, reflex. You startled me.”

I couldn’t say I felt my chastity was at risk. I toss her the blanket as she climbs back onto the bed. It’s winter—naked’s gotta be cold, even indoors.

“It smells like Nicks-sama…♥” she says, sniffing the blanket like a bloodhound.

Is she an invincible pervert? Sighing dramatically, I sit cross-legged. She settles back on the bed. This prank’s gone too far. I need to call her out.

“What’s the meaning of this? A noble lady sneaking naked into a man’s room before marriage?”

“I’m not naked! I’m wearing a collar!”

“You don’t need a collar.”

“Nothing at all!? So bold, Nicks-sama!♥”

“I mean put on clothes!”

“Handcuffs and a blindfold, then? I’ll prepare them!”

“Please, have a normal human conversation.”

Our talk syncs but doesn’t. She’s always been eccentric, but tonight’s Dorothea is abnormally so. Normally, she reins in her outrageous behavior to be seen as my fiancée. This stunt means something’s off.

“What happened?” I ask.

“…What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. We haven’t known each other long, but you’re a smart woman. There’s a reason for this reckless behavior.”

“My, Nicks-sama, you think highly of me. This is my true self.”

“Sure, you told me to be your dog at first and offered a collar at our marriage meeting. But sneaking in naked? Something’s pushed you this far.”

“…You’re truly perceptive, Nicks-sama.”

Her expression hardens after my words—not the cold face from the matchmaking party or the lovestruck one. A resolute noblewoman stands before me.

“I heard from Father. You asked to put our engagement on hold.”

“Yes, I discussed it with the Earl earlier.”

“Why? What’s wrong with me?”

I wanted to say her collar obsession and perverse remarks, but I hold back. I’m a considerate guy. I know she’s tried hard to win me over—being kind to Father and Mother, helping with my work, earning trust in Bartfort, and catering to my tastes. Sure, her gifts were collars or accessories with trackers, but she’s a good woman.

“You think I was defiled by the pirates? Check for yourself—I’m untouched.”

“I don’t doubt that. Angelica and my sisters were injured but safe.”

“Are you angry I returned unharmed while your family was hurt?”

“I’m genuinely relieved you’re safe.”

“Then why!?”

Her last words are a near-scream. I have no personal issue with her. Her quirks are tolerable if she keeps them private. The problem is noble propriety—the vast gap between a prestigious earl’s house and a frontier baron’s.

“This incident happened because I restricted your visits. If I’d kept up the Roseblade escorts, it wouldn’t have occurred.”

“Even so, our airship could’ve been attacked by pirates.”

“That doesn’t erase responsibility. I should’ve mediated between our soldiers and Roseblade’s. Or, as your suitor, I should’ve escorted you myself. My negligence caused this.”

“Don’t say that. It’s my fault. I didn’t want to burden you—that’s my selfishness. You shouldn’t take the blame.”

“Roseblade men died. Brushing that off disrespects their families. I told the Earl I’m prepared for your resentment.”

If I were bold enough to ignore deaths and continue the engagement, maybe it’d be easier. Bartfort may owe Roseblade compensation. I can’t drag Leon down when the territory’s thriving. If it comes to it, I’m ready to let Colin inherit and become a commoner.

“You’re not at fault, Nicks-sama. It’s all on me. I’ll apologize to everyone—just don’t abandon me.”

“I’m not abandoning you. There are plenty of better men in the kingdom.”

“No! I want you. No one else will do.”

Tears stream down her cheeks. I don’t get why she’s so fixated on me. I’m just a poor baron’s heir, unlike my accomplished brother. I only inherit because I’m the eldest. I can survive alone, but I lack the capacity to lead thousands or the looks to charm a noble lady.

“I’ll be your concubine, your servant—anything. Please let me stay by your side.”

“Why are you so desperate to stay with me?”

“Because I love you, Nicks-sama.”

“Let’s calm down. You’re just blinded by first love. As the ancients said, ‘Love is an illusion.’”

“I don’t care if it’s an illusion. If you won’t keep me, at least show me mercy.”

“That’s why you snuck in naked?”

“Yes. Please, just for tonight, hold me.”

Crap, I dug my own grave. A naked Dorothea advances. A stunning beauty’s advance has my instincts and reason clashing. I’m sleep-deprived from memorizing rescue plans, exhausted from fighting pirates, stressed from negotiations, and drunk. I’m not confident I can resist. If I weren’t drunk, maybe I could’ve pushed her away, but I’m at half strength. Cornered against the wall, escape blocked, her seductive aura overwhelms.

Her glistening eyes, sharp nose, flushed cheeks—all weapons against my rationality. Her gaze makes resistance futile; I’m about to cave. My brain’s screaming danger, but my body won’t move.

Instinct—or lust?

I’m at her mercy. Soft lips, faint perfume mixed with her scent, heat from her touch—all intoxicating. Yet her post-kiss movements are awkward. Observing closely, her face reddens over time. Her gentle kisses turn desperate, pressing harder. Her technique, compared to her body, is clumsy—unnatural. Placing hands on her shoulders, I gently push her back. She’s panting.

“You okay, Dorothea?”

“I-I’m fine! A kiss like this is nothing!”

She’s clearly not fine—her legs are buckling. Come to think of it, I never heard of her dating at the academy. She rejected all suitors in high society. Could she be all talk, no experience?

“Humiliating. I thought you were pure, Nicks-sama, but you’re this formidable.”

“Calm down. It’s just a kiss.”

“A kiss! I never imagined my first kiss with a man would be this hard!”

So that’s why the collar and sneaking in? What kind of upbringing did the Earl give her? But this gives me a way out. If I outtalk her, she might give up and leave.

“No need to push yourself. Don’t do things you’re not used to.”

“I’m fine! I’ll make you fall for me!”

“Not in that state. Go back to your room.”

“Then lead, Nicks-sama.”

“Me?”

“It’s a man’s duty to escort a lady.”

She’s pulling the noble-lady-demands-noble-gentleman card. But her lack of experience means I can take charge and make her back off. Part of me wants payback for her antics. Blame the bad buzz—I’ll keep it measured. She closes her eyes, bracing herself. My experience with women is limited.

The girl I liked as a kid fell for Leon. Academy ladies treated me harshly.

Fighting alongside Leon in the war, women chased my merits. Locally, I avoid brothels to protect my reputation. I’ve only been with prostitutes on work trips to other territories or the capital. I’ve got no skills to seduce a virgin.

I start with a light kiss, lips barely touching. Continuing gently to ease her tension, she starts to relax, realizing I’m not a threat.

Should I stop here? Then something wet—her tongue—brushes my lips, moving along them. Realizing it’s her tongue, I get irrationally annoyed. Pretending to be innocent but kissing like that?

Angrily, I lick her lips back. She matches me, her tongue moving fiercely. Our tongues entwine, lost in passionate kissing, saliva mixing, filling our mouths. This is bad—I won’t stop if this continues.

I pull away with effort.

“P-Passionate,” I gasps.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself, Nicks-sama,” she retorts.

It was intense—my first time experiencing such a passionate kiss. The kiss alone nearly made me lose my senses. If I’d been completely drunk, I might’ve pinned her down right then. Even sober, I doubt I could’ve held back. Looking at Dorothea’s body again, her naked form relentlessly stirs my desire. Can I really stay rational with such a stunning woman before me? My rationality’s already half gone. Acting on instinct, I touch her neck.

*Soft.*

Even with little fat, it’s incomparably softer than my body. If her neck’s this soft, how much softer are her breasts or hips? Just imagining it makes me salivate. I resume kissing to distract myself, but it only fuels the fire. Unlike before, Dorothea keeps her eyes open, extending her tongue, and I entwine mine with hers. While she earnestly continues kissing, my gaze drifts below her neck. Her exposed breasts captivate me, and before I realize it, my right hand grabs one.

*So soft.*

It’s so soft my fingers could sink endlessly. A single hard spot—likely her nipple—presses against my palm. How is her body this soft? The more I knead, the more it molds to my hand, with just enough elasticity to never bore me. As I fondle her breast, Dorothea moans and squirms. Her desperate attempt to stifle her voice and tense body is irresistibly cute.

Now using both hands, I knead her breasts. She finally pulls her lips away, collapsing onto the bed, but I keep going.

“Ahh!♥ Hya!♥ Ngh!♥”

Watching this older, gorgeous woman writhe under my touch fills me with satisfaction. I recall how her excessive advances annoyed me since we started dating. No matter how plainly she dressed, her beauty was undeniable. Her large breasts, slim waist, and full hips couldn’t be hidden by loose clothing.

Yet I suppressed my urges, acting gentlemanly, while she clung to me or linked arms, oblivious to how hard it was. She has no idea! Take responsibility!

“Eek!”

“Whoa!?”

Her reflexive hand brushes my crotch, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, stopping me cold. Clutching my groin, I crouch as she sits up, freed from my touch.

“S-Sorry, Nicks-sama!” she says.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“Don’t say that. It’s my fault—don’t hold back.”

I desperately dodge her hand reaching for my crotch. Is she doing this on purpose? There’s no escaping while clutching my groin—my erection’s so painful I might finish just from the pressure. Her fingers catch my underwear’s edge, pulling it down, and my penis springs out, almost hitting my stomach.

“…”

“Uh, silence makes me nervous.”

“It’s… impressive. Truly befitting you, Nicks-sama.”

Maybe because of my larger build, mine’s bigger than average, I’ve heard. I rarely compared with others, and brothel women don’t critique to upset clients. For Dorothea, with no male experience, this is likely her first time seeing one.

“What should I do?” she asks.

“Just do what you want, like always.”

“I can’t do something so shameless!!”

What’s more shameless than sneaking in naked? But asking her to take charge feels awkward, and being with her twists my desires strangely. An inexperienced noble lady might flee if pushed too far. Sure, I’d love her to play with me, but that’s the booze talking, right? She hesitantly touches my penis. Her fine, silken skin strokes its throbbing surface. It feels amazing—so good. An experienced prostitute might make me finish with her hand, but Dorothea’s lack of skill is a relief.

Her clumsy, cautious stroking makes me feel a surprising connection, startling me. This is bad—I’m getting attached. My penis is slick with precum. She tries to wipe it, but the pleasure keeps it flowing. I might actually finish. Pulling back, she reaches out reluctantly.

“That’s enough,” I say.

“Wasn’t it pleasurable?”

“It was.”

Too much, and I might’ve finished—or wanted to go further. I need to stop here, or I’ll want to go all the way.

“Now touch me, Nicks-sama!♥” she says.

“I can’t do that.”

“Just touch me one last time. Please, show me mercy.”

She leans back against me, her back pressing against my stomach. Her hands guide mine—one to her breast, the other to her crotch. My fingers brush her crotch, feeling hot, wet warmth. She’s soaked. Her vagina’s as hot and wet as my penis.

“Haa…♥”

She lets out a feverish moan, her body going limp.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine!♥ Just your touch nearly makes me climax!♥”

Her sultry voice proves she’s feeling it. I stroke carefully, trying not to lose control, but I know I can’t resist if she pushes more. It’s impossible. My right fingers feel her hot, slick vagina, erect clitoris, and smooth pubic hair. My left hand, against my will, pinches her nipple while savoring her breast’s softness. Her sweat and fluids’ scent teases my nose, shaking my instincts. My penis, pressing against her soft hips, twitches with precum, nearing its limit. Yet, writhing in desire, she looks purely happy, not drowned in lust.

“I’ve dreamed of this forever. Longed for you to hold me like this!♥”

“Forever?”

“Yes!♥ Since we met, I’ve dreamed of you embracing me.”

“Like this?”

“Ahh!♥”

Inserting a finger into her vagina, she moans sweetly and trembles. Each slow thrust makes her arch, calling my name—she’s insanely erotic. Kissing to silence her, she eagerly entwines her tongue, and we devour each other’s pleasure.

My rationality’s long gone.

“You said shameless fantasies. What were they?” I ask.

“So embarrassing, I can’t say!♥”

“Tell me, or I stop.”

“You’re so mean, Nicks-sama!♥”

“Yes, I’m mean. I want to hear it from you.”

“Every night before visiting Bartfalt, I fantasized!♥ Imagined seducing you, being pinned down, comforting myself!♥”

“Like this?”

“Fuah!♥”

Twisting her clitoris, hot fluid gushes—she’s climaxed lightly.

“I did!♥ Fantasized you taking my virginity!♥”

“Anything else?”

“Becoming your wife!♥ Having your babies, building a happy family!♥”

“So you snuck in naked to be held!?”

“Yes!♥ I didn’t want to lose you, so I forced myself on you to make it real!♥”

“Damn, what a woman!”

I pull away, struggling to breathe, but rationality doesn’t return. I lean down, licking her vagina. Its slight sourness overwhelms my senses—I can’t stop.

“No!♥ Oh!♥ Hya!♥”

I’m done for. My eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin—everything’s consumed by her. I need to calm this urge. My rationality’s shoved aside; lust rules me. Positioning my engorged penis at her entrance, her vagina drips, eager to take me. A slight push, and I’d take her virginity. My lingering conscience and rationality halt me—one move, and there’s no going back. Looking up, I meet her hazy eyes.

If she refuses, I must stop. She smiles like a girl and pulls me in herself.

“Gah!?”

“Hyaah!?”

I feel flesh part, then hot, slick tightness envelops my penis. We scream in unison. What is this? No masturbation or sex compares to this pleasure. Her vagina delivers overwhelming ecstasy.

My instincts—no, my soul—screams.

*This is the one.*

*She’s mine.*

Inserting my penis unleashes uncontrollable emotions. Part with Dorothea? No way—she’s mine. I can’t let another man touch her. Even against an earl’s house, I’d claim her. Something in her makes me decide.

“Aggh! Ghh! No! Stop!?”

Her screams snap my focus back—my hips are moving. Seeing her writhe in deflowering pain excites me uncontrollably. I get it now—she understood my hidden side. Our bond—instinct, soul. She saw what words and reason couldn’t and chose me. My duty is to respond.

“No escaping, Dorothea.”

“Haa?”

I kiss her, warped by pain, pleasure, love, and fear. Her eager tongue, despite her shock, is so lovable. A few hundred seconds of sex have changed me. No turning back—I don’t want to.

“You’re mine…”

“…♥♥♥”

Her vagina tightens—her answer. I resume, drowning in pent-up desire. I thrust recklessly, devouring pleasure, heedless of her virginity. She starts to adjust, moaning pleasurably. Is it her masochistic streak or perfect compatibility? Who cares—I just keep consuming her body. The endless-seeming sex nears its end. My swollen testes demand release. There’s only one place to finish—no other option. I pin her writhing body, locking her in place. Her vagina readies for climax.

“I’m going to finish. Will you take it?”

“Yes!♥”

With her consent, I start the final push. I ravage her vagina with brutal thrusts, selfishly ignoring her state. A sweet ache spreads through my groin; my penis spasms. One more thrust, and I pull back, slamming deep for the final push.

*Spurt!♥ Splatter!♥ Gush!♥*

“Ohh! Ugh! Ohh!”

“Haa!♥ Ahh!♥ Fahh!♥”

Our pulsing penis and spasming vagina sync, our moans harmonizing. So primal, yet irresistibly perfect.Drained of energy and life itself, I lose consciousness in euphoria.

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A noise stirs me, and I open my eyes. Trying to rise, full-body fatigue stops me. Why am I so exhausted? Not fully awake, I close my eyes, recalling yesterday. Let’s see—our people were kidnapped. We got kingdom forces to help with the rescue. It went well, then I met with the Earl and drank before returning to my room.Yeah, that’s right.

Something’s off—I’m forgetting something crucial. No way, it was a dream. Dorothea sneaking in? Gotta be a dream. Drunk and horny, I had a weird dream.

That’s it.

I open my eyes, checking around. Right side, clear. Left side, clear. See? Just a dream. Phew, I panicked. I move to sit up, placing my hand down. Something brushes it.

I look—a black collar.

Scanning the bed, I see familiar stains and marks on the sheets.

“—!?”

My silent scream echoes through the mansion.

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Authors Note

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This Nicks x Dorothea adult scene is likely unique—probably just me writing this pairing’s spice. I’m not sure who it’s for, but after Leon and the heroines, this couple’s my favorite, a total passion project. In this *Mobuseka* fanfic series, the Roseblade connection is key for a weaker Leon, so their role grows. (Okay, it’s my bias.) Future adult scenes will focus on Leon x Angelica, but Dorothea will pop up in spicy contexts.

Feedback would motivate me moving forward!