Chapter 9: Old enough to fight, old enough to drink.

The white-haired servant arrived with the wine. It was a dark red wine, and it smelled like it was a fancy sort of wine. The slightly sour smell stinged into my nostrils when Dya presented me with a full glass.

''I know things must be really weird and confusing for you. Being Summoned to this world. And now this situation with Dender.. How are you coping with all of this so well?''

I gave it a short while to process.. It was a pretty weird day. This morning I was sitting in an airplane on my way to Florida.

And now I am on an island without any clue of how I got here or why I am here.. Ah well, that's life. I shrugged my stiff shoulders a bit and said:

''That's just how I roll, I guess.''

And I smiled at Dya while chugging my glass of wine.

The flavour was much more intense than I could have ever anticipated. The alcohol stinging in my mouth like I swallowed a bag of freshly forged nails. And the sour aftertaste made my mouth drier than a desert wasteland.

Tears were forming in my eyes. And the alcohol rushed through my veins into my brain. Making the Dining Hall spin slightly.

Dya laughed out loud, taking a big sip of her glass and crawled over to me. I did my best to hide the agony I was feeling.

Although it was not what I expected, it dulled the pain very well. And I became a bit giddy.

Dya drank the last of her glass while I was choking out in silence. She took the glass from me and crawled towards me over the mountain of pillows.

I was feeling very warm, and I was sweating a lot. The only logical course of action was taking off my trousers.

Dya poured another glass for herself. And followed my example by getting rid of her tunic. She was wearing a strapless top with a short linnen skirt.

I could see her belly. It looked really soft and fluffy. I felt the desire to lie down upon it like on a pillow.

She gave me her glass and this time I took a tiny sip. It was much more pleasant in smaller doses. It had the taste of herbs and spices.

I laid down with my head on her lap. She started to play with my curly hair.

''You have such lovely hair, it feels soft and fluffy like a sheep.''

I grinned at her and told her that in my world the people at school called me Sheep with a lot of affection. She laughed while stroking through my curls.

''I can understand that, they must really like you.''

I turned toward my back now that I knew that the pain in my shoulderblades was bearable.

The world was spinning a bit, so I focused upon the first thing that came in sight, Dya's well endowed bossom.

She noticed that I was staring at them. She smirked at me and bent over slightly toward me. Pressing her breasts against the side of my face. She became flushed and I could feel that her body was heating up.

After a quick scan she whispered:

''Stay still, okay?''

She pulled the top over her head, revealing her mammaries. I gazed upon them. They were at least cup C and I was lying very close to them.

She took my hand gently and put it on her chest. I stroked the soft velvet-like skin and she let out a barely audible moan.

I started to circle her hard pink nipple with my index finger.

She giggled and told me that it tickled. It was very cute. I kissed the underside of her breast and stroked it with my tongue. She lent over and kissed me on the mouth.

Her breath now tasted like wine and I opened my mouth invitingly. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and we changed our position so we could lie down together.

Despite the fact that I was lying with my face on a human radiator, my feet were getting cold. And I wanted to get under a blanket.

Dya searched with her free hand for a blanket, while we were still making out.

She found a thick blanket and threw it on top of me. She was getting pretty hammered and the flush of hormones did nothing to temper her giddy mood.

I crawled underneath the blanket and dragged her underneath it so we could make out some more. She willingly obliged my desires.

When she got under the sheets she removed her skirt and guided my hand to her thighs.

I trailed her soft skin with care, feeling that she was at least wearing silk underwear. Her breath started to hasten a bit. And my feet where now warm again.

Dya was now completely wrapped around me, kissing my neck and pressing her chest against mine. I was stroking her stomach, which appeared to be very sensitive.

She let out a moan and started to kiss me roughly. I grabbed her buttcheek, which causes her to yelp out softly.

She lifted herself up a bit to see if the guards were within sight or hearing distance. Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned over to my ear and whispered teasingly:

''Wanna do it?''

She was answered by a gentle snore, for I had fallen sound asleep.

Princess Dyamaetreia Dolovia was completely flabbergasted, never in her life had she been in this situation.

She sighed endearingly and slid back under the blanket, lying as close to me as she could without waking me. She whispered to me:

"Oh well, maybe you are right, Heiro. We aren't even married yet, hihi.''

She wrapped her arms around me and fell into a deep slumber.